#why couldnt at least one of them have had a last name?

[zyzix]

do you think when vanitas dies and the light fades from his eyes, it’ll do so literally? and he’ll finally have his normal eye color again?

#also hi im going to try posting things again #and i finally got around to vnc #blue vanitas #(as opposed to my other vanitas) #why couldnt at least one of them have had a last name? #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #scabby.txt

[crazystargirl]

hi! can I request that u write something that has to due with fem!reader who works at the local movie theater and ethan met her when going to see a movie bc shes a cashier or something and he becomes obsessed with her and starts to show up all the time to watch her and learns her schedule by heart? the she begins to notice but thinks it's really cute and when she finally mentions it, they exchange numbers and go out and stuff?

lots of love, lexie <3

lil movie stalker ♥︎

pairing ♥︎ - ethan landry x reader, ethan landry x fem!reader

word count ♥︎ - 0.9k!

a/n ♥︎ - HELP THE ENDING SOUNDS SO SHITTY AND CHEESY, AND THE TITLE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT ANYTHING GOOD FOR BUT ANYWAYSSSSS, lexie i am so sorry it took so long to write this, i started writing this but ended up stopping due to writers block but here it is! Also kae i promise im working on yours now!!

Ethan had first spotted you when the friend group had dragged him to go see a movie that they had all been wanting to see in theaters. He thought seeing a movie in theaters was kind of dumb since why pay extra and buy snacks and drinks when you can just wait for it to come out and watch it at home or get it illegally. 

It wasn't as bad as having to go to one of those frat parties Chad dragged him to but it was a movie he didn't want to go watch. At least seeing you made it bearable. 

You were gorgeous to say the least. Ethan is pretty sure he's seen you somewhere other than here before.

"Hey isn't that the girl from our english class?" Chad asked Tara, with a nudge to the shoulder.

"Yeah I think she is!" Tara replied.

"Isn't she also dating that idiot jock who wanted to fight you Chad?" Mindy asked, leaning over to join into the conversation.

Ethan frowned at hearing this until Tara said something else.

"No that's a rumor I think, the jock, Steve I think, is dating that idiotic airhead."

"Oh yeah! Y/n, i think that's her name is single or something."

Sam gasps dramatically and looked back at Chad, "You better not be planning to take her out because if you break Tara's heart, I will go Billy Loomis on you."

Everyone laughed and Chad put on a shocked face as they walked up to the ticket booth to get the tickets. Sam bought the tickets and Tara, Mindy, and Ethan went to the concession stand to buy popcorn and drinks.

"Hey y/n! I didn't know you worked here!" Tara said with a bright smile

You looked at her and grinned, "Yeah! I work here part time afterschool and on the weekends cause I'm trying to be more independent"

"Ohhh makes sense, maybe I should get a part time job too, to help Sam out."

"Please don't, then Sam will feel like she's not needed," Quinn said, coming up behind Tara with Sam and Chad. 

"Hi Sam, Quinn, Chad, and boy I do not know" you said looking at Ethan, not noticing him before.

Chad came up next to Ethan and put an arm around him, "This is my best man, Ethan Landry, I don't think you guys have any classes together right?"

"I don't think we do but it's nice to meet you anyway." Ethan said with a smile.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too! Alright guys you better order now since there's a line waiting behind yall"

The group ordered and you gave them their food and drinks and waved goodbye to them. Little did you know that this wasn't going to be the last time you saw Ethan, especially not with the way he looked at you while leaving.

After that day, you hadn't seen him but he definitely saw you. He came everyday after school to watch you.

Ok that sounds a bit fucked up but hey there's no harm in just watching someone…and maybe even learning their work schedule.

After a week or two of watching you, Ethan becomes somewhat enamored. Unfortunately for him, this did not go unnoticed by you.

The first time you actually noticed is when one of your coworkers nudged you and told you something that you didn't quite like…

"Y/n, y'know the guy who always comes after school?"

"What guy?" you asked puzzled

She pointed to Ethan who quickly looked away and looked at his phone.

"Oh yeah i know him, he's friends with some people i know"

"Well i think he's pretty cute and has been coming here almost everyday. I think he might like me"

You frown at the thought, you may or may not have developed feelings for the guy and were praying your coworker wasn't going to ask him out

"Im gonna ask him out"

There goes that

You watch as she goes up to Ethan but start giggling once you see that Ethan shakes his head and looks back at his phone

"Damn he didn't like you huh?" you say as she returns huffing

"Yeah like what the fuck, he literally said he liked someone else"

You laugh and continue working, you want to ask him out or something but you're unsure on how to.

After a few days you decide to go up to him and just ask him why he's always at the theater

You come up to him with a drink

"Hey ethan!"

He looks up and smiles at you

"Hey y/n, what do i owe the pleasure?"

"Well I've noticed you're always around so i decided to just bring you a drink"

"Oh thanks! You uh noticed?"

"Well not immediately but one of my coworkers pointed it out to me, she's the one who asked you out"

"Oh yeah i remember her, i actually don't like her, i come here…well dont take this the wrong way but to watch you" ethan says looking down embarrassed.

"Aww that's actually really cute, do you wanna maybe go see a movie this weekend?"

"Yeah! That would be great, could i get your number?" 

You hand him your phone and he gives it back shortly after

"Alright I'll see you then eth!"

"Yeah cya" he says with a grin

You're probably smiling like an idiot right now but you're too happy to give a shit. You just scored a date with the guy you liked, why wouldn't you be happy? 

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#ethan landry #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion fluff #fluff

[yoodokjas]

0th yjh makes me feral. I wonder what he was feeling the whole time this unknosn constellation helping him. And all those things he said to KDJ before his regression began. What are your feelings about the 0th turn?

some small spoilers (only the first paragraph) for the yoo mia side story.

0 is fr so so so boyfailure pre-scenarios. he's tone-deaf - cant sing, cant dance, cant act, is terrible with money, his manager at ASH (thats his gaming team name) is absolute trash, and he even had haters online (tis implied that biyoo did protect him from them) he and mia got food poisoned once after ordering take out which is the reason that pushed him to learn how to cook and make their own meals from then on

during the scenarios 0 and dkos started off on the wrong foot, so to speak. naturally, yjh understood he was being used as entertainment, but he still wanted to survive until the end, and needed information to do so. he just couldnt immediately open up to the guy that had knocked him unconscious before. regardless he established midday tryst with dkos, always paid for it (and got several praises whenever he did good things) and after some time had passed he ought to have realized that dkos knocked him out for his own good.

flashforward to his dying moments, he's already said his goodbyes to his friends, wife and children. even if he's in his mid 30s he looks twice his age. he is twice his age. all stars in the sky have fallen. but one. in his dying moments there's only one other person that is watching him. even if separated by a wall yjh cant cross as he's now, hes still being watched.

so he pours his heart out. tells him how it always felt to him as if he dropped from the sky out of nowhere. no memory, no parents. only a name. he tells kdj that he's happy, but he never understood how and why he existed (kdj didnt know the full truth either at this point in time tbf. he only thought that yjh existed bcs tls123 wrote twsa and he, as the oldest dream read it. he didnt know that yjh was written into existence bcs kdj needed him to survive and live by reading yjh's story) just that he felt as if this life had been completed by someone else. then kdj tells him that he can send him back in time but theres a catch. he'll lose most of his memories, and all his memories of dkos.

it's at that point when 0 starts growing a bit desperate. he says how he wishes that he could still help him. he asks him to be his sponsor so that they can meet and fully understands that kdj doesnt want to give him the regression stigma and only complies bcs it gives yjh his own agency. but still kdj warns him that it'll take 1864 regressions before they can meet and 0 seemingly doesnt care. he focuses more on his voice than any other details. even so, as he begins to scatter, he tries one last time tmyfiictrwiegtmya and only when kdj is too devastated that he cant even get an answer him does 0 accept. tries to reach out towards the sky and tells him that he will pray for him to at least continue to exist.

phew, i want to say peak romance but tbh it doesnt do them justice. romance can never fully embody whatever it was that was going on in those private moments for the two of them

#did this get long orz halfway thru i thought maybe im writing a fic or sumn 😭😭 #ask #orv #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #joongdok #i dont even think i did an analysis here i legit just recounted canon and added some poetry to it

[ladysirenity23]

Cult!Genshin x reader

Sagau pt.4 Inazuma

Warnings: cult behavior, obsessive thoughts, religion, spoilers,

Pt. 1 Khaenri'ah 👇

Pt.2 Mondstadt 👇

Pt.3 Liyue 👇

Kazuha

The sounds of the ocean never cease to calm the young man as your presence also seems to make the sight of the serene waters better as the wind is blowing slowly-though his words and phrases in his haiku never could bring you any justice as you were just that divine

Though he frowns on why you weren't able to help in any suffering in these past centuries during the Vision Hunt decree

No matter now though. As his friend would finally be at peace knowing their Creator is helping the Traveler stop the tribulations and trials that the people of Inazuma are facing.  Oh.. how he wishes for his friend to take sight of their Creator and take part in the freedom of the vision holders of the Nation of Eternity..

Now.. will you grace him an ear and listen to his haiku's...?

Ayaka

As Ayaka was still but a little girl...She'd listen to her mother speak of you in such a high manner-and she couldn't blame her mother or anyone who worshipped you in that matter... you were the Creator after all..

Upon your arrival on Teyvat she was surprised to say the least-but that wasn't a bad thing-! In fact she could say she's been dying to meet you-not only from prayers or from stories from her mother...but actually genuinely get to know you..and perhaps..even be graced to attend a festival only with you

Kokomi

During the decades-each and every priestess of the Island of Watatsumi had offered their mind and soul to their God-namely Orabxi even after he was slain-but even when that was the case they still worshipped him in spite of the Shogun-but of course aside from the fallen Deity…you were worshipped as well...

The warm welcome at Watatsumi was beyond warm..for they held a small welcoming party in your honor even during these trying times-and despite  not understanding a single word any of them said-you felt loved and safe-well that is until you realized you hadn’t done the Inazuma quest before-

But for now..you seem content with the serenity of the situation before you go back to the cold and harsh realities of this archon quest-

Raiden Shogun

Makoto would sit in the outskirts of Inazuma as Ei went into battle..she'd smile as she does little prayers towards your personal shrine as the small pink kitsune snuggles into her arms with glee..but perhaps not everything is cut and dry..especially when now..she'll decide to go an risk her life in the front of the unfamiliar battlefield..yet..even in her dying breath..she still fondly mutters your name...

Ei...the loss of her friends..the loss of her sister...a poor archon indeed..though not the first archon who'd lost their companions' lives..she knows she'll definitely not be the last who'd endure the pain of loss..but she can't seem to grasp why it was necessary for it to happen-she couldn't grasp why you let it happen-you-a being who transcends even Celestia..why couldnt have you stopped the bleeding of their beings and her heart bled as she was forced to slay her beloved friends-and when she was forced to see Makoto die in her arms...why at all times you show yourself when you stop her in her own selfish pursuit of 'eternity' why until now... must you give her trials every step in the way? Yet..even as childish as she sounds..she doesn't blame you..after all...mortals aren't the only ones living under your judgement..

The shogun was tasked and programmed to eliminate any one who dares stop the pursuit of Eternity...however that somehow didn't apply to you..and even she had little to no control over her body she still wonders why she hadn't strike you the moment you went and ran towards the people of Inazuma to protect them..

Scaramouche

What does 'he' think of you?

Kuzinushi would ask himself everytime..what did he think of you once he was discarded by the Shogun?What did he think of you once he witnessed the village he was already content in residing in-burned to the ground with only ash and flame all over the corpses of the villagers...

So..?

He despises you.. - Scaramouche would cackle in the realisation of his inner turmoil towards you his supposed creator..what was there to love in the first place anyway?!...

Ohh...our merciful Creator..what sorrows will you bring today...Scaramouche would say mockingly to the heavens as if daring you to strike him down-He'd spit on your name..he'd go as far to do it in front of his fellow harbingers and Snezhanya's archon..but alas why did he crave some sort of attention from you? Why did he seem to pray (despite being it only in his head-)Yet that didn't change the fact that there was a tiny silvee of hope every time he prayed while he felt the slight glimmer of your presence on the clouds of Teyvat-

Yet at the present time he'd watch you once you came to the island of Watatsumi..maybe he was relishing in the chaos? Or maybe intrigued on your oddly hopeless reactions-

The indigo haired puppet only could look at you in disbelief-or maybe it was amusement..even for him..it was hard to decipher which one he was truly feeling

Either way...now with your presence in Inazuma...shouldn't you praise and worship him for his plan to entrap protect you from the cruel role you were forced to play onto you?

--

You,Traveller and Paimon enter the domain as you try to process the grieving events that took place in Watatsumi Island-you failed to save anyone here-

As you felt your guilt and hatred for yourself for not preventing anything to happen-you feel yourself going into the spiral of utter despair as you come face to face with familiar looking  silhouette reaching out to you as a grin spread into his lips...

Before blacking out into the shadows of the domain..

--

You suddenly wake up back at your room-phone in hand..but...nothing seemed to change...(!?)

It didn't seem a day even pass as you look at your familiar surroundings..time worked differently from the one in Teyvat..but something didn't feel right-

However..now you'll have to deal with things behind the screen as you help Aether's journey from the confines of your room-

While your physical body in Teyvat resides somewhere else for now...

Ayato

As the Vision Hunt decree finally got abolished-The eldest Kamisato finally went out of his office before rumors of your arrival came as quick as your physical departure form Teyvat-

It was odd..though in a world where even normal human beings in Teyvat could have abilities graced upon Celestia-

Maybe it wasn't so weird at all..but it was quite worrying as for now he would only sense your presence through the Traveller..what could've cause your physical body to dissappear..? What could've caused you to separate from your physical body-

He should leave the questions to the Anemo-visioned detective..but even he can get impatient even after years of hard work and patience....

@w@:Sorri for the very late sagau posts I've lost money and PayPal and I am still trying to earn it back so pls be patient for the next part qwq

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[pastanest]

A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

a gif of Daryl looking down at us to set the mood ⤵️

Daryl x Short!Reader

- let’s start with how you met

- so Daryl was out on a hunt when he heard some commotion, something was moving fast towards him and just as he realised which direction the sound was coming from, you quite literally ran into him

- and when you ran into him, you bounced back and fell right on your ass, while Daryl just scowled down at you

- so there you were, staring up at him

- and then you stood up, and there you were, still staring up at him

“Sum’ followin’ you?” Daryl asked, glancing off in the direction you’d ran from.

“Only dead ones, but my knife broke so I had to run to get them off my trail. Sorry about running into you.” The apology was awkward, but Daryl just nodded.

- he considered correcting you, sarcastically saying he should be the one apologising since he was apparently in your way and knocked you over, but he thought it was too soon for a dig at your height

- Daryl waited a few seconds to see if he could hear any walkers coming after you, and when he couldnt, he skulked off

- much to his surprise, you followed him, and he found that he could barely hear you creeping up behind him because of your lack of height and therefore heavy steps

“So, what’s your name?” You asked, definitely taking Daryl by surprise, but he hid it well.

“Daryl.” He answered shortly. haha y’all see what I did there

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daryl! Im (Y/N). Do you have a group or a place to stay? ‘Cause if not, there’s logically a better chance of us surviving if we stick together.”

- he didnt want anyone following him, much less someone who didnt even see a man directly in front of them that they then ran into. he didnt even know if you could handle yourself. Daryl assumed that what you really meant was you were more likely to survive sticking with him because he’d save your ass

“Got a group an’ a place.” He said, hoping to throw you off, but he quickly realised his own mistake.

“Oh, that’s great! Do you, uh...maybe have room for one more?”

- have room? Daryl had to hold back a laugh, you could live comfortably in the average sized closet and you were asking if his group had room for you?? he, again, refrained from making such comments, and decided to stay professional

“How many walkers you killed?”

“Havent kept count, but some. I can usually sneak away from them, Im pretty good at getting into small hiding places.”

- Daryl looked down at you, struggling to tell whether you were insecure about your height and whether making jokes would be okay, or whether you would get insulted and sad and think your height a weakness

- in response, you rolled your eyes

“Daryl, do you really think I’ve gone my entire life blissfully unaware of being a short-ass? It’s not something I can change, so I work with what I’ve got, but sometimes I run into dudes and knock myself on my ass.”

- and much to Daryl’s absolute shock, that last part made him laugh

“That a regular hobby o’ yers?” He teased.

“Oh yeah, try to squeeze a collision in at least once a month.” You replied with a grin.

- and so your friendship was established

- when the two of you got back to the prison, you saw the people at the gate and in the guard tower and sighed because you knew from a distance they’d think Daryl had brought back a kid

- still, the small group that greeted you were welcoming enough. Maggie and Glenn were both very sweet, and as was Rick, but you’re certain you werent the only one to notice that his teenage son Carl was almost the same height as you

- you fit into the prison nicely, offering to help out wherever you could and getting to know as many people as possible. Daryl was fascinated by how easily you seemed to make friends, especially since you made friends with him in a matter of seconds

- Daryl was your favourite person to hang out with, you loved asking him questions and finding out things about him. he was far from the most open person when it came to talking about himself, but when you’d stroll over and sit on his bike, kicking your legs in the air because you couldnt reach the ground and giving him that damn smile, Daryl found it increasingly difficult to resist giving you anything and everything you wanted

- he definitely had a soft spot for you, and at first he hated that

- you’d wave at him when he was up in the guard tower and before he could even consider his own response, he would be waving back at you with a stupid smile on his face like some friendly dumbass

- one time Rick was coming up behind you and caught sight of the way Daryl waved at you, so Rick waved up at him to tease him and Daryl flipped him off

- once you’d earned the group’s trust, it was difficult for them not to notice how useful your lack of height could be in certain situations

- whenever one of the kids got a toy stuck in an inconveniently tight space, you would be the adult they summoned

- but equally, when the group found a decently large herd of walkers that they wanted to lead away from the prison, they looked to you as the first person to run by them and get to the other side of the herd, because you were the least likely to be spotted

“Naw, ‘s not happenin’.” Daryl shook his head, and Rick sighed.

“It’s the smartest play, you know it is.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and I’ve got no problem with it. At the start if this thing, all I did was run and hide, it’s what Im good at.”

- Daryl scoffed and stormed off, not even slightly onboard with you being the one in the most dangerous position of that whole thing. he knew it was the best option, but he would rather anybody else took that job and you stayed home. Daryl couldnt understand why he was so angry at the thought of you being in danger, but worst of all...when had he started referring to the prison as ‘home’?

- obviously, you ran after the big bad angry crossbowman, and soon enough you were walking at his side

“Why have you always gotta walk so fast?! Takes a lot for these little legs to keep up, y’know!”

- a small smile curled at the corner of Daryl’s mouth, and you nudged him playfully

“That’s better. Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

- Daryl shrugged, having never been one to put his feelings into words without Merle calling him a pussy before he’d even opened his mouth, but you wouldnt do that to him, Daryl knew that, so he tried

“Jus’ don’...don’ want you t’ be in danger.” He managed, and your eyes softened as they stared up at him.

“Daryl, you’ll be on the other side of the street-“

He cut you off by shaking his head. “Ain’ enough. Sum’ could still happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

Daryl was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and he decided to test the water.

“Ain’ much t’ handle.”

- you were silent, and Daryl immediately regretted what he’d said. you stopped walking, and he turned to look at you, trying to piece together your reaction from how wide your eyes were

“Was that...a short joke?”

- Daryl could only nod, very quickly realising that this was neither the time nor the place to make a joke, the mood was completely off and he couldnt explain why he decided to do it if he tried

- but then, you burst out laughing

- once you’d calmed down, you explained to Daryl that you heard every short joke in existence throughout school, but once you became an adult the jokes died out, in the workplace it wasnt professional or whatever. but you missed the jokes even then, and when the world changed, there were even less of them. it had been years since anyone had made an actual joke about your height

- so, Daryl made it his mission to make playful jokes about it whenever he could after that

“Anyone seen (Y/N)?” He’d ask when you were standing right in front of him, he’d look over your head and pretend to look around for you until he couldnt resist glancing down at you and laughing.

“Rain’s eased up, gonna go out on a hunt, it’s hot out there now. But how’s the weather down there?” Of course, Daryl Dixon found a way to incorporate the classics.

“Best stay behin’ me, cant promise I wont think yer a mouse out there an’ shoot ya by mistake.” He teased whenever you walked next to him on a hunt.

“Daryl, I swear, I will spin your jaw if you dont shut up.” You’d say, and Daryl would smirk.

“If ya can reach.”

And you’d sigh. “Fine, I’ll just bite your ankles.”

“Sure ya can reach those?” Daryl would answer effortlessly, knowing he could continue forever.

“Daryl I SWEAR-“ You’d yell, and he’d burst out laughing.

- anytime anyone around you used the words “little”, “small”, “shorter”, Daryl found a way to spin it on you

“We should take this road, it’d be shorter-“ Rick began, and then he closed his eyes in a pained blink, waiting for what he knew was coming.

Daryl smirked, diverting his gaze from the map on the hood of the car and glancing down at you beside him.

“Shorter, huh. Remin’s me o’ someone.”

- anytime anyone asked anyone “what’s up” you could guarantee that from somewhere else in the prison, you would hear Daryl Dixon yell out “NOT (Y/N)!”

- secretly he found your lack of height to be very endearing, the way you looked up at him was adorable, the ease with which you could jump on his back at anytime for a piggyback ride without fatally wounding him, the fact that the cliché short-problem of having to ask someone else to reach stuff for you and Daryl usually being the closest person for you to ask. he loved it, and he made sure to remind you with a series of cute height-related petnames

“‘ey, mouse, c’mon, aint got all day.”

“Been lookin’ all over for you, li’l one, where ya been?”

“Listen, small person, ya better ease up on that tone with me.”

- later on when your relationship progressed, Daryl introduced the petname of “doll” cuz thinks you’re small and cute like a doll, but he only uses that petname in softer moments between you, like if you’re upset or he’s tired

- and he didnt see your height as a weakness either. once you’d joined him for a few hunts, Daryl could see that you really could handle yourself, you were a strong fighter, he had no doubts there. but he couldnt help worrying that you were just a little more fragile because of how small you were, it was a natural worry to have, all things considered, and you loved his protectiveness of you, so you definitely werent complaining

- the only problem with Daryl’s protectiveness was that it extended to him wanting to beat the shit out of anyone else who joked about your height

- Rick, Maggie, Beth, Hershel, Glenn, Carol, Michonne- the entire core group as well as Tyereese because he’s a fkin unit, they were all allowed to make fun of your height, but anyone else who tried had a death wish

- sometimes new arrivals would be stupid enough to voice their opinions on you being inferior and incapable because of your height when Daryl was nearby. they’d joke about wondering how you made it this far, assuming you’d been living safely since the start otherwise you wouldnt have made it, assuming everyone around you needed to protect you because you were a liability

- and Daryl would be there in an instant

“The hell’d you just say?!” He’d growl from your side.

“Anyone built like that cant even reach the top shelf, let alone survive in a world like this! It’s survival of the fittest, plain and simple!” The idiot would be stupid enough to say, laughing through his own explanation.

And then Daryl would knock him to the ground a lot less playfully than he knocked you to the ground on the day you met, he’d be on top of the idiot and punching him until someone (usually Rick) pulled him off.

You’d be there right away, standing on your tiptoes to hold Daryl’s face in your hands and calm him down. He’d rest his forehead against yours and ask if you were alright, if the idiot had hurt your feelings ‘cause “if he did I’ll go right back over there an-“ and you’d say no. You’d take him back to your cell and clean up his split knuckles while Daryl just watched you, utterly mesmerised.

And then you’d sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you without him having to think about it.

“What would I do without you?” The question would pass your lips quietly, as though truly bewildered by wondering what life would be like without Daryl in it.

“Hear a lot less jokes.” He’d reply, his voice rumbling in his chest, you’d feel it through his shirt, against your palm.

You’d laugh, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And be a lot leas happy.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons

[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 8

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Summary: Fem!oc x Matt Sturniolo

Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Authors notes:

sorry this took like two weeks to finish, school was stressing me out and i couldnt bring myself to write anything major sooo

Warnings: swearing, idfk at this point lol

Word count: 2074

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

“Jesus Matt, what took you so lo- oh.” Chris turns to face me, meeting my exhausted expression as I rubbed my face. “Rough night?”

“Alyia and I were messaging all night; I think I slept…? Maybe an hour at best” My eyes immediately side eye Chris when I see him start to smirk at me. “Oh, shut up Chris. At least I’m talking to a girl”

“Nick is quick to stop our bickering by setting some food down in front of Chris and I, one by one. My body slumps down to the chair next to me, my head heavily hitting the pillow underneath me.

I raise an eyebrow to Nick, adjusting myself slowly in my seat.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t fucking burn it this time...” I smile to myself when I hear his sighs, tired of me bringing it up. Nick returns to the kitchen counter to get his own share of waffles, along with some syrup he had previously subsided for himself.

“So, what were you and Alyia chatting about?” Chris’s words emit around and mouth full of food, making me grimace before I think about my answer.

“Just, stuff I guess…nothing special.” An arm leans over my body to pick up a waffle that I then dip into some extra syrup that had dripped off.

“Don’t look at me like that Chris, I can fucking feel you staring.” I glare over to Chris, his eyes already staring into mine. “What…you meet a girl and suddenly you stay out late with her in random places that you wont even tell us about, and you stay up all night talking over the phone with her. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.

“That’s not weird.” I simply roll my eyes once he starts his typical mocking.

“You have to admit Matt, this is really uncommon for you, you don’t even do that with Nate half the time.” Nick shrugs his shoulders, keeping his gaze towards his food.

“Why do you encourage him, Nick…” I let a sigh brush pass my lips and roll my eyes.

Nick goes to speak again but the chime of my phone interrupts him.

Alyia🎸:

‘Hey Matt, are we still down for practice today?’

“Lemme guess, that’s Alyia” Instantly, Chris chimes in and I glare at him again. He instantly holds his hands up by his head in defence, standing up to take his plate to the kitchen. My phone chimes again and I pick it up to respond, I feel Nick’s eyes on me again, so I look at him. I nod my head reluctantly at him showing that Chris was right, not that I would admit that to him.

-

“Hey! Glad to know you came, I didn’t know if you would after the amount that I kept you up last night.” Her words see to mumble as her body becomes closed off to me.

“It’s fine, I’m just surprised that my parents or brothers yelled at me this morning for being awake so long.” A clear attempt at a joke is made yet her tight-lipped smile made me regret my choice of words. “Oh… sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t worry about it, Matt, I’m fairly used to their distancing at this point to be honest, I don’t want you to apologize for anything.” Her smile changes to one of sincerity, making me return it back.

“I just feel bad…you know?”

“Why?” The genuine curiosity confused me. “I have learnt to adapt to them; besides I have some pretty awesome people around me, I’m not in complete solitude.”

Her words linger in my brain, perhaps more than they should.

I’ve learnt to adapt to them.

It sounded too nonchalant for a sentence of high intensity. I had seen this happen multiple times now, especially around her mom. Only, I simply never wanted to pry. The night she stayed over for the first time, her mom called her. The contact’s name was a start, her full legal name was on show with no emojis or care. I thought it was odd but when the voices transferred and mingled over the phone it began a little too clear, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it. The mood swings when she was mentioned was one that I had grown unexpectedly familiar too. I had tried to avoid that topic whenever I could and luckily Nick and Chris hadn’t mentioned it either.

“Matt?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry…” My hand subconsciously rubs the back of neck before wrapping around the chain of my necklace. “What did you say?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to try any of the songs we mentioned last night.”

-

I couldn’t shake this morning all that well, I didn’t know why either. She wasn’t saying anything in a way to make me question it. I didn’t even know the entire story, but I knew enough.

“Uhm, excuse me? You’re Matthew, right?” A steady voice came from beside me as I walked, dragging me from my thoughts. My body turns to face where the sound comes from, and I notice a boy about my age walking by my side.

“Yeah? Can I help you.” I slow my pace down to a more comfortable pace and I pay attention to him, the slight smile below the glasses which round his face, the darker skin matching his black hair which was tied into loose dreads. He wore a lot of leather, patched with badges and band logos which for the most part were recognisable to me.

“Actually yeah, were you the one who played drums at the talent show two or so months ago?”

“With Damien, Jess and Martha? I was, why?” I get intrigued the more I listen to his voice and the rasps that emit every few words.

“Miss Ackley has been putting together some type of music club shit, after school! She asked a few of us to get together some people who might be interested in joining a band or any form of music club to enhance skill.” His words ramble together, and I try and comprehend them as best as I can.

“Like a band camp?” My eyebrow raises at him, and we pause when I reach my locker, trying to show my interest while putting the pin for it in.

“Sorta, we are planning a ‘band camp’ trip for the end of the year but for now it’s a space to form bands and people to adapt our skill sets in.” He can tell I’m hesitant over this, I mean this is what I have Alyia for, right?

“We aren’t looking for any answers today, simply that you consider it. And if it isn’t your ideal situation, then you could share this to anyone who might be interested.” A flyer stands between me and the boy, decorated in deep yellows and blues spreading behind multiple instruments and equipment.

“I’ll have a look into that, thanks.”

“Of course, if you have any questions about it, my number is at the bottom of that sheet.” He beams at me, and I just look down to find the number, taking my time since my lack of sleep affects my vision.

After that he walks away with a small wave from his wrist, but my gaze heavily remains on the paper in my hand. Everything seems manually drawn to match each other and I admire the colours and patterns before my eyes trace the text. My body walks forward towards the music room, letting muscle memory take over while I keep reading over things. After a paragraph or so I look at the number again and notice a name marked next to it – Benjamin.

My hand reaches the door handle and I push it open to meet Alyia. Her hands tracing over each string gently to produce a small hum, barely audible from her headphones. I stand there for a bit watching her play, she just seemed so relaxed but that could just be the lack of sleep. The small hair stands which fall slowly don’t seem to bother her as she keeps strumming softly.

“Are you going to keep staring or what” her voice grabs my attention even though her body doesn’t change position until her sentence is over.

“Oh, uhm sorry.” I mutter before swiftly moving and shutting the door behind me, placing my bag next to the leather seats.

“Have you been handed one of these yet?” I lay the sheet onto the seat next to her and watch as she stops playing and sets down her guitar. Her headphones now rest on her neck as she scans the paper.

“What is this?” She shoots a confused look at me, but I try not to pay too much attention to it.

“Just read it and find out…” I playfully roll my eyes at Alyia and move to sit over by my drum kit.

“Band camp? That’s some corny shit, don’t tell me you’re going to that ‘camp rock’ shit.” She tries to joke but her face falters when I don’t reciprocate her smile.

“Actually, I was…and it’s not ‘camp rock’. It’s a social place to help practice with other people, and then a summer camp at the end of the year to go and meet professionals and go to a festival to perform.”

“Oh...my bad.” A brief and awkward silence falls over us until I decide to speak again.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to join me but…” I swing side to side on my chair as my voice dims down.

“Matt, I don’t like crowds and besides I practice solo. This isn’t something I am exactly interested in.”

“You practice with me fine enough?” I try and convince her a little, but she only rolls her eyes at me.

“You’re different, you know that.” She pauses abruptly to stare me noticing my immediate smile. “Don’t let that get your head.”

“Too late for that.” I remain smirking at her, but Alyia just glares at me back, I move past that pretty quick and relax my body down on my seat.

“C’mon” I drag out the syllables as I talk, getting up to stand in front of her. “It could be real fun, extra practice between us…and other people of course.”

“Okay. Don’t say it like that first of all.” Her voice quiets after her words and I attempt to gain her attention back with a slight wave of my hand.

“And second?” my face relaxes from its previous smile and changes to a more curious one.

“Second of all…I’ll think about it…” Alyia’s words soften and are quiet due to her admission.

“Yes!” my stupid smile is met with her own as I jump from my seat and pick up the information sheet by her side and start to ramble through the text.

Alyia pov:

I don’t even know why I had given in to matt so easily, but I guess I just didn’t want to let him down. He seemed so excited and yet I wasn’t, I can’t remember the last time I ever played music in front of anyone, except Matt. The more he rambled next to me, the less of his words I remembered. I heard his voice clearly, but I was internally planning what situations might arise if I did show up. It didn’t seem like a lot but as someone who has been separated from people most of their life, this was a big deal.

The bell rang and made both Matt and I jump at the sudden sound that echoed through the hallways.

Matt grabs a few of his things and places them back into his bag and slides the sheet back over to rest next to my leg.

“Promise me you’ll consider it? At least…” his eyes stare into mine, almost begging me to think about it, as if he can’t handle his own in a small crowd of people.

“Fine. Only because you asked me alright?” I stand up and swing my bag over my shoulder.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” The nickname catches me off guard, like it has every other time, and he smiles at the shocked expression on my face and walks away quickly.

My body stays still in its position for a short while longer, processing the nickname. He hasn’t done it without some sort of comforting context to it and this was different.

And in public.

@melliflws @axolotllover225 @yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @sturn-bugz @sturniolosmind @worldlxvlys @patscorner @breeloveschris @y0urm4m @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07 @raysmayhem-72 @luverboychris

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[randaccidents]

Twenty-seven songs are yours Yet you still want for more?

I made some lyric posters for CCCC! (cause I was bored in class lol) They came out a lot like actual posters and Im honestly quite proud of them.

[I have not tested them as phone wallpapers yet BUT feel free to use these as phone wallpapers! Otherwise ask permission (shovel)]

Tiny things Im happy about (cause I wanna yell about stuff, itll go into the read more but theres Easter Eggs in there about stuff that literally writes itself but I couldnt fit in and hints to some of the deeper symbolism I used):

I started this because I wanted to make something really skeletal and visceral for Heart and Mind and it just went from there

Yes that is the Entire Reason why I used realistic body elements I had to separately import that heart in

Each of them has an element represents them - its the only element that is in front of the lyrics

Speaking of, Whole is special in their represented element (hint: Whole is only a medium for songs)

Having to make up something for Soul and Whole thats, yknow, a body part (or not in the end for Whole)

The lyrics in each poster is something that the character has said about themselves, said in reference to themselves in the songs or represents a view that they hold (mostly)

Speaking of I believe I represented almost every song/motif possible? I know I skipped Taken for a Ride - I think thats the only song not represented in at least one poster actually. huh. It is in the post though (I did that before I realised I didnt include Taken for a Ride)

Does this make the posters album posters instead lmao

The lyrics are also in order of song appearance!

The names of some of the fonts I went through are: Give you Glory for Soul, and Kollektiff for Whole. If the fonts weren't too small I wouldve kept them qwq the joke literally writes itself

Speaking of fonts, Souls final font is literally empty, zoom in and youll see that its made of only lines and no fill

The electric and acoustic guitar are flipped in the Whole poster. Thats cause uhhhh I planned it I dont have to make amends hahaha (I done fucked up thats why and Im lazy to fix it now)

Ironically, Heart and Mind were the easiest posters

Soul was meant to have a grey background but it was so fugly I just couldnt let it sit

Whole was a last minute addition, there were only supposed to be three in this series

I started Whole's poster expecting to lack lyrics. I have been proven VERY WRONG he has the smallest font size (and I thought Soul had a lot)

Whole is also the only one with coloured lyrics; HMS have their lyrics in black/white/grey

Mind has the least lyrics about himself (cause he spends so much of his songs dissing Heart lmao)

Canva doesnt have noose images :( /j/j/j

I absolutely forgot some of the tiny things but Im just happy about it and want to dump it out :) Maybe someone else would appreciate it too

#my art #cccc #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul #cj whole #cj hms #posters #lyrics #Im really proud of these #if my mum wasnt so christian I would print these for my room #also if anyone thinks that the knot in souls is triggering please dm me I'll tw it immediately #actually #tw: noose #people are always free to tell me to add tws! #chonny jash #my brain has claimed its glory over me with this one folks #fanart #dont judge my tagging I havent tagged in years #I am making it my Thing

[ever-fics]

Miguel O’Hara X Reader

Sfw Before ATSV (Fluff and Angst.)

Miguel … Detests this place Y/N’s Grave but still true to his word…He visits

Miguel remembers the Night it happened He remembers he was still considering which school he would attend.The night he lost Y/N his brother Gabriels childhood bestfriend but in truth Y/N was both of the Brothers bestfriends.

“Five minutes O’hara’s and I will be back with the best Taki’s either of you have ever tasted.”

But Y/N didn’t return with the Taki’s. Y/N didn’t return at all.

•After that night Both Miguel and Gabriel had heard it all…

Freak Accident,wrong place wrong time,somebody even had the nerve to call it fate.

•The Last one Is what broke Gabriel O’Hara… who tearfully confesses that when he went out to look for Y/N… she was still alive Taki’s in hand but it happened so Quick…

“Gabriel Run!”*is all they say as they push the younger O Hara out of the way and take the fatal hit themselves…

*Miguel Tried to forgive Gabriel he did he tried but Gabriel stolen the only person Miguel ever truly loved…And sometimes that resentment would come to the surface…

•Xina is the first person Miguel meets at school who defends him from everyone else When Miguel asks why… The answer was simple I recognized your name… My best friend used to talk about you they were called Y/N. *Miguels eyes go wide with that and in some weird attempt to hold on to what he lost he latches on to Xina.

•When he got older his resentment for Gabriel boiled over Gabriel stole the love of his life so Miguel would return the favor…. So he does cheating on Xina with Dana…

All in some weird way because of loosing y/n

•None of those things brings back the dead though. So Miguel keeps his promise a bag of Taki’s and some flowers every year on the anniversary of when… of when he lost them..Its a ritual Miguel couldnt save them so he would at least remember them…

•Until decades later when he finds multiple universes finds it…. Finds them … and finds Y/N Alive…. His Y/N with his Last name… his house … his Y/N with him..

That in and of itself was everything he could have asked for… but when he sees the little girl ,his little girl

Its over

When he hears his daughters name for the first time he cant help but chuckle… because in this universe he doesn’t resent Gabriel for taking Y/N from him… he Owes Gabriel for introducing him to the love of his life…

So his daughter Gabriella her name made perfect sense…

Too bad that world wasn’t his… it belonged to the other him but Miguel was happy to just watch…

#fanfic #fanfiction #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #spiderman2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv #atsv fic #astv fanfic #astv fluff #spiderman2099 imagines #spiderman2099 headcanons

[rainstops]

Hi! I don’t know if you’re still active but could i possibly have a continuation of fading remembrance? Specially Xiaos? I need closure Omg maybe one where the readers reincarnated and he falls in love with them all over?

sweet tofu for the soul

part one/fading remembrance

summary: readers death wasnt easy on xiao. he griefed for a long time. but when a new cook started working at wangshu inn, he couldnt help but feel like he knew who they were

a/n: i've decided to only write a continuation for xiao, so sorry! i hope you enjoy this regardless. also i wrote this really fast so the grammar might be all over the place.

wc: 2k

xiao has never cared about humans a lot, and with the burning memory of your death, his care for mortal beings had pretty much disappeared.

he tried his best avoiding places that you and him had visited together, which was hard because you dragged him along everywhere you went. not like he disliked that, he loved it, but now, with you being gone, he hates being reminded of you.

even the almond tofu that was prepared at wangshu inn for him, was something he couldnt even look at for a while. but he had to eat something, so he swallowed down the tofu along with the weird feeling in his throat when he remembered the special way you used to prepare his favorite food.

after a while, he came to accept that you were gone, and that he wasnt going to get you back.

so xiao started traveling all across teyvat to find a restaurant or a person who made his favorite dish taste even just a little like you made it taste.

but all his traveling was all in vain. every almond tofu he had tasted ever since you prepared it the last time just tasted plain, and even the memory of the way it tasted when you made it started to fade.

so xiao stopped caring about anything at all, and just went back to the way his life was before you - only fighting monsters, since it was all he knew.

he didnt care about the way Verr Goldet looked at him filled with compassion, he didnt care for the endless thanks he got whenever he saved another mortal from a group of hilichurls, and he didnt care about what he ate and if he ate. it was all the same.

so he certaintly didnt care when a new cook started working at wangshu inn.

at least that was what he told himself. so he didnt know why he found himself in front of verr goldet one day, asking what the new cooks name was.

and the name was [name]. weird. it sounded a lot like his past lovers name.

and although xiao didnt care, he found himself ordering a portion of almond tofu from you one day. the way you had greeted him and treated him like he was a normal person, and not a yaksha, reminded him a lot of his past lover. maybe a little too much.

xiao nodded as a thanks when you had handed him the almond tofu her ordered. he dropped a few mora into your hand and teleported out of the place, and onto the quiet balcony he spend most of his time at.

the cold air of todays evening brushed through xiaos hair. he sat down onto the balcony and took out the spoon you had handed him before he dissapeared.

the spoon made its way through the tofu, and a small piece of it traveled from the plate to xiaos mouth.

that was when xiao felt his heart skip a beat, and the air in his lungs freeze.

the tofu, the dish that you had just prepared for him, tasted like something he had long yearned for and already forgotten. the almond tofu tasted just like how his past lover prepared it for him.

xiao hasnt finished the plate quicker than anything.

from then on, he came up with a million lame excuses, as to why he had to interact with you. he spend days and nights thinking about another reason to talk to you.

and although xiao thought it was impossible, the more he talked to you, and the more your smile wandered into his mind, the more he thought you were the one he had loved in the past.

after a while of him finding excuses to interact with you, xiao made his way out of his usual place to find morax.

maybe the former geo archon could help him with any of the things that were happening.

"you think they are the same person?", morax asked, and his lips quickly found his cup of tea.

xiao nodded frantically.

"well there is a chance, that it is their soul. it might be the soul of the one you had loved in the past", morax explained. "but even if that is the case, they dont contain the same memories or feelings as the one from your memories held for you"

xiaos eyes remained on the floor, and he balled his fists.

"is there nothing I can do? is there no one who could help me?"

"there might be one way, to help them remember. yet this only works if they are willing to remember. if they want to live a new life, and not repeat the one they had lived before, they might deny it, meaning that they will not be the person you have been missing all this time. are you willing to take the risk?"

xiao had never agreed to anything as fast as this.

"very well. find a way to bring them to me, and i will see what lies within my power"

xiao thanked the former geo archon , and took his leave.

although you and xiao have interacted a few times before, the question he asked you took you by surprise.

"you want to take me somewhere?", maybe he should have chosen different words. but how was he going to explain that he thought that you carried the soul of the one he had loved before? he had to find a way for you to agree-

"well if you arent bringing me into any dangerous situations, then of course! but i believe that i will be safe around a yaksha"

there it was again, the way you acted, which made him believe he knew you inside and out.

when xiao led you to a quiet and small location, you didnt expect zhongli to be the one who you were going to meet that day.

you had met him a few times before. you held smalltalk with him at wangshu inn, and greeted him a few times when you saw him in the streets of liyue.

"greetings [name], please take a seat", he greeted you, and you took a seat at the table across from him. xiao sat beside you.

"would you care for some tea?" "of course, why not", you smiled, slowly starting to wonder why you were here.

"you may wonder why you are here today", zhongli started. "its a little complicated to explain the situation, but i would like for you to answer me a question.

"oh, well what would that question be?"

"when you see this necklace, what do you feel? do you remember it?", zhongli placed a teal colored necklace in front of you onto the table.

you werent sure if you had seen it before somwhere. were you supposed to remember it? because that certainly wasnt the case.

"i do not happen to remember ever seeing this necklace before... but, a strong sense of nostalgia fills me when i look at it. it feels like it belongs to me, and if i have seen it and owned it before, yet i know that i have not seen it before.

"would you like to know where those feelings come from?", zhongli softly smiled. his soft smile made you feel like you could put all your trust into him.

"gladly", you replied.

"please put the necklace on", zhongli said.

you had expected anything, but the things that happened when you put on the teal colored necklace. a golden light washed over you, along with a strong sense of nostalgia. stronger than you had ever felt before. the light was followed by a weird dream. or maybe a vision of sort?

in your dream you saw a person, that resembled your looks slightly, spending time with xiao in a lot of different places.

you heard a few voices, and from what you could tell, the person in your dream was a lot like you. if you wouldnt know any better, you could say that person was you.

of course you knew that last thought wasnt right, but your brain didnt seem so convinced for some reason.

when you woke up, you found yourself lying in one of the hotel beds of wangshu inn. you sat up in your bed, looking around utterly confused. how did you end up here?

you quietly left your room, and walked up to the balcony where you know xiao spent a lot of his time. you now had a lot more question than you fell asleep with.

when xiao and zhongli heard your quiet footsteps approach, they both turned around to face you.

"i see youre awake, i was just about to check on you", zhongli greeted you.

"i... have a lot of questions", you replied.

"and i'm sure i have the answers. lets sit down somewhere", zhongli suggested.

only now while you three were sitting down in the for once empty kitchen off the wangshu inn, you realized how quiet xiao has been all along. sure he has never been a huge talker, but he has been especially quiet ever since zhongli had shown you the necklace, which you were still wearing.

"tell me, in your dreams, what did you see?", it was such a simple question, yet for some reason it was hard to repeat everything you had seen. not because you dont remember it clearly, no, but it was because you felt an overwhelming wave of sadness with every word that escaped your throat.

at the end, you tried to sum up your thoughts and questions with only one question. "who did these memories belong to?"

you looked over at xiao who was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"well it seems that xiaos assumptions turned out to be correct. [name], you are probably going to deny this, but these memories were yours from a different life. you carry the same soul that xiaos lover once carried", zhongli tried to explain, but a thousand thoughts were still running through your mind.

"i... why are you telling me this?", you asked, still processing the information you were just handed.

"i was simply doing something xiao had requested from me, i can hardly explain why he wished for this to happen", zhongli answered.

you looked over at xiao, whos cheeks were now stained a light red. "uh...", he groaned avoiding your gaze.

"as far as i am concerned, xiao has had trouble accepting his lovers death, and you reminded him off the one he loved so he came to me with his concerns", zhongli answered the obvious question in the room.

"so youre asking me to-?" "no! i- i mean i was simply... well-", xiao cut you off, his eyes darting anywhere but your face.

you werent sure how to accept this information. you didnt even know xiao well enough, yet he still recognized your soul as the one he had once fallen for.

and as it seemed, your personality and the one from his past lover seemed very similar.

"i just wanted to see if... i happened to be correct", xiaos head was turned away from yours.

after that, the conversation ended rather quickly, and all of you went back to your usual occupations.

yet from that day on, you always felt a pair of eyes on you. not in a negative way, but in a way that made you feel safe, like as if no matter what were to happen to you, nothing could actually harm you.

once it just so happened that you were attacked by a group of hilichurls. you were unprepared and did not have a lot of fighting experience. yet xiao appeared out of thin air to fight off the monsters which were bothering you.

you thanked him, and after nodding and mumbling something under his breath, he quickly dissappeared again.

even when he wasnt visibly around, you could feel his aura on you at all times. and it honestly wasnt that bad.

you could see why your soul fell for his soul once before.

a/n: oh i went overboard

#rainstops #xiao genshin #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

[stelar-time]

Stanley's and Narrator's need for each other

I had this idea yesterday when I was tired let me explain.

The epilogue is specifically very emotional to me but I couldnt catch exactly why of course you can say it's the stanley button its the years that went by with the narrator being alone but I disagree, and to explain i will come back to one of the first endings you'd probably get playing TSPUD, the museum ending, in that ending Curator tells us two important things:

*the game does not end, no matter what you choose what happens to Stanley will be meaningless always

*Stanley and Narrator wish to detroy each other, but most importantly they need each other

This is quite shocking at first, or at least I remeber I felt that way when I saw that ending for the first time back in 2019, it's supposed to tell something and it's VERY straightforward, but that idea is still pretty much shown, only that it's not being told to us, it's being shown instead.

They need each other for the scape pod to work, they need to be both there for the story to work, but, I dare say they need each other in a personal level as well, the epilogue happens after the skip button ending, we don't know exactly when it only says it's been many years, but Stanley, not us, not the player, Stanley, he walks trough the desert for days, we don't have a choice here, we can walk any direction we want Stanley will still get to a differet part of the desert, he's doing it because he wants to, when we finally see the memory zone, that's where he wanted to go, we can't go anywhere else, the door does not close behind us we want to be in there at that moment, then you find the buttons, and of course in your first time you think all of them say jim till you hit the last one, and it says Stanloey.

Narrator told us, the first time, when they both were at the expo that he didn't want to go trough the trouble of making a button that actually said the player's name but he did one for Stanley (see this as a reach if you want XD) whether he ever planned to show Stanley or not we shall never know, but the important thing is that HE made that button that said stanley's name, he did it for one mroe person even though at first he thought it was too much work, after that Stanloey looks at the computer buried under the memory zone, and after it we can hit start, and everything is normal again. This feels important and emotional, because they don't say anything not a single word is uttered about it but Stanley went with the trouble of walking trough thjat desert for who knows how long so he could maybe find where narrator was, only to find the button that the thing Narrator said he wouldn't put effort that said his name, Narrator also needed Stanley, so he made that button, and Stanley needed Narrator, so he found the memory zone.

#sometimes I feel like I say things that have already been said #like I 'm hitting a sort of the same key kinda feel #idk maybe it's just me #I like the Skip button ending a LOT #and ILOVE the epilogue #just one of the many things that get me thinking abt the game ig #tsp #the stanley parable #tsp epilogue #tsp rambles #rambles :p

[v1vian-th3-f4nfic-wr1ter]

An Eternity With You

«Chapter 3»

Warnings: Arguements (All Four) Physical Injuries (Arthur to Gerald and Reader) Hurt no Comfort (Gerald and Reader) Smoking (Felix) Mention of Sex (Idk Anymore)

Authors note: Who wants to see Felix be absolutely an depressed twink? Also sorry i havent been active, been very busy and also writers block, i wrote the plot as i go, this story is now a joint story between me and becca because i want to have the most people enjoying my/our writing

Written by: V1vian and @fckedupnerd aka Becca

You were walking with Gerald towards a bakery that has caught your eye since dating him, still unaware of the secret relationship between him and the chocolate cartel, the winter air made the coat you borrowed from him all the more cozier, though Gerald seemed uneased passing by the Galarie Gourmet buliding, "Hey, are you okay...?" You asked him "Oh yes am fine, just a bit cold from the air" He shook it off. You suspected something else but didnt want to push any furthur, you arrive home safely and without issue, you kiss him goodbye and he walked back to the Galarie Gourmet, alone in your apartment, you wonder what made him so uneased

Meanwhile Gerald was just returning to the vault, Arthur and Felix stared at him, wondering why he was so late, he was always the earliest out of all of them, theres no way he woukd be caught in traffic or be late because of getting food so why is he late now? "Well Gerald it seems like youre late, care to explain?"

"Well the café i go to didnt open yet and there was a new perdon there so i had to explain my order, anyways i got food" He held out the takeout orders, hoping and praying he hid the fact he was just out with you well enough so they dont know about his affairs, he feels extremely gulity about it, but he still holds them to his heart dearly, they eat...well Arthur and Gerald, Felix didnt touch the food and only drank his black coffee because of his own ED, but the two of them didnt push, they both know he'll throw a hissy fit at them, though its a bit pathetic really

Days went on with you and Gerald going out in secrecy

He always had an excuse to them, believeable enough so none if the other two knows about his affairs, well except Felix, he was being irrational and decided to follow Gerald, it wasnt a good idea sure but they have also done much more illegal things, so he followed the two of you quietly, disturbed he was having an affair, he was seething in jealousy by you, unable to believe such a petite woman would catch his heart, it made him go to Arthur and tell on him, by the time Gerald came back, they were already glaring at him, he knew he couldnt hide it any longer, so happens you followed him into the vault by secret

"I cannot believe you Gerald, after everything we've done for you?!" Felix yelled in anger "Its not like you helped me in my buisness either, Fickelgruber!" "How dare you use my last name you foul git! You-" Arthur split them apart "Thats enough of you Felix" He glares at Gerald "Though that doesnt excuse you from the conversation"

"Its still a fact you are incredibly lazy and an idiot at most, you cant even do anything without someone saying it!" Gerald rolled his eyes

"Youre the one to talk, youre bossing everyonr around like puppets!" He rebuttles

"Thats because you and Felix cant do anything in buisness, sure both of you are creative but you especially have no knowledge of putting it into action!" Your jaw drops at the sight, but you stay hidden for now

"Oh thats strong coming from you, you know nothing of anything else BUT buisness!" Felix yells

"Big talk from someone who pukes himself to death!" Gerald argues

"You have no say in this when you cant even do things correctly, not even helping your own mistress! All you can do is throw money at them!" Arthur yells at Gerald loudly

You tried to sneak away but Felix spotted you "And YOU, you can only pay rent because of his pathetic ass being your sugar daddy!" You gasped

"At least i dont use Gerald as a servant!" You yell at Felix "Oh please, dont even look decent for how much money he gives" Arthur said as he gestures to your clothes

"And you! You cant even go for what? A day without yelling at him from what i can tell! And at least i actually have a sense of fashion, not just "i am rich" as my whole personality!"

"Well you can hardly tell what a privliege is, and all you can do is whine to Gerald for money!" Felix spits out in jealousy

"Stop talking, you cant even feed yourself properly, Felix, Talk when you can actually take care of yourself, at least shes healtheir than you! Am surprused you can even do sex when youre a twig!" Gerald yells back

"AND you cant even go for one week without sex with Arthur!" You say with pure sass "And you! You may be strong but your ego is as week as Felix's self esteem! Gerald has every right to have an affair with your toxic asses!"

Arhur slaps you in anger, leaving a mark as red as a cherry, Gerald slaps Arthur back for hurting you. He slaps Gerald back much, MUCH harder, drawiing blood from a cut on his cheek, Felix crosses his arms and smirks in victory. You help Gerald get out of the vault, none of you speak afterwards except you and Gerald, the other two's whereabouts are unknown, Gerald is too hurt to care.

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#felix fickelgruber #wonka 2023 #wonka #gerald prodnose #arthur slugworth #chocolate cartel #willy wonka #x reader #gerald prodnose x reader #arthur slugworth x reader #felix fickelgruber x reader #felix ficklegruber #an eternity with you

[halfadoginatank]

Robin and steve accidentally join the mafia

I couldnt stop thinking about this post by @qprstobin so wrote a lil bit based on an idea in there

It's been about two years since vecna's defeat, and after two years of some of Robin and Steves most awful jobs in chicago. One month into this one and they've finally found peace.

"Okay can we be real here?" Rob waves a slice of pizza as they sit in the store room of the warehouse-like antique shop they work at. "The boss is lovely, I mean seriously! But isn't it weird that we've met his entire family?"

Steve squints at Robin from the couch. "I don't think so? Maybe this is what, like… Italians are supposed to be like."

"Aren't you Italian?"

"Yeah but my family was fucked up. Everyone's so close with Boss it's like, a clan almost." He settles his hands on top of his chest. To be frank it's the best couch he's ever been on.

"I think it's about time we start accepting the fact that they might be like. Mafia." Steve looks at her to continue. But she's too busy eating the last of her pizza, avoiding the crust.

She finishes and hands the crust to steve.

"I mean, the store is practically empty! Barely anyone shops here!" Okay that's true, it's almost like family video but instead of stocking shelves for new movies, their boss Mr. De Luka or one of his 'cousins' will drop off something so they can slap a price tag on it and find a good place to put it.

"Mmm but why would we care? We're not doing anything wrong! Plus are you gonna look Mrs. De Luka in the eyes and say 'oh sorry ma'am' which you know she hates! And go 'we won't come to dinner tonight on account of maybe you being the Italian mob!"

Robin cringes hard. Steve huffs in victory. Mrs. De Luka was a tall and beautiful woman with angular features, a roman nose, and hair the exact same color as Steve's. She was a force to be reckoned with. She may bake some of the best cream cake but she's also steadfast and can settle a table of eight full grown men with just a slap of her hand against it.

"Ugh. That's not fair, saying no to her is impossible, she's like… so incredibly hot."

Steve scrunched up his nose. "Ew robin dont say that she's like a parental figure."

"She's more like a friend's mom!"

"Yeah! My mom!"

Robin points an accusing finger "Ahah! So you admit it. She's practically your mother!"

Steve chokes on the last bite of his pizza crust, he sits up and hammers on his chest. "Jesus Christ, no robin she's not my mother!" He coughs out

Robin throws her hands up "I didn't say that. I said practically! Hell, Angelo calls you cousin!" Steve narrows his eyes… Angelo Ricci is their boss's cousin, actual, biological cousin. Because as Steve and Robin have learned, some of the cousins or aunts or uncles are just unrelated people they call family.

"Should you be calling him by his first name? He's old enough to be your dad."

Robin actually stops and sits back in her chair. "If he was my dad that would be weird." Steve nods.

"Because of Amara?"

"Yes."

Amara Ricci… Steve can still remember the first time they met.

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It had to be at least a week after they were hired. Mr. De Luka thanked them both for being great employees and asked them if they would have dinner with his family. Mr. De Luka wasn't like Keith, and neither was his store. It seemed genuinely family owned, and Mr. De Luka himself was much kinder, and seemed to actually care. Which was novel considering their last boss told one of them if one of them got killed during a stick up, to not sue him because 'he warned us'."

They both took a cab to the house, which wasn't really a house but a manor. It was huge, and Steve thought he had seen huge. Turns out Midwest standards are nothing on city ones. Robin and Steve knocked on the door, that's when they met Mrs De Luka. She was harsh but loving, and most importantly. Insisted on being called Helena, or Ma.

There were so many people in the house, they only set about trying to find their boss and at least get to know his immediate family. Sure enough, halfway into the conversation with the man. Another man walked up to him and clapped him on the back. This man called their boss 'Carlo' and introduced himself, Angelo, his wife Luna, and finally their kids.

Behind them was a girl just about their age maybe a few years older. She was short and had Angelos curly black hair, Luna's tanned skin, and an arched nose that clearly came from Mr. De Luka. Robin lost her breath, and stumbled. She stumbled so hard her shoulder bashed against Steve and he got to witness his best friend make possibly the most hurried introduction ever. Luckily the girl, Amara, just laughed.

Next to him was her brother Dante, who was notably younger. When Steve looked at him he felt a pang in his chest. If he squinted his eyes and tilted his head to the left he almost looked like Dustin. And just about the right age too.

Finally they all sat down for dinner. Robin and Steve sit shoulder to shoulder. Robin across from Amara and him across from Angelo. An older woman sat at the end of the table. Helena's mother, Mrs Ricci, and to her left her husband Mr. Ricci. To say Steve was shocked was.. an understatement, in any dinner parties his family had him attend, there was always a man at the head of the table. Steve likes to think that that's when he started to feel a bit more comfortable.

The dinner went on incredibly long, eating was interrupted by conversations, bickering, and drinking. But it was amazing. By the end of the night, when Mr. De Luka and Angelo walked them out; they were both smiling. exhausted, maybe, but happy. Angelo slapped his shoulder and said 'cousin, come by anytime.' Mr. De Luka had walked back inside at Helena's call so the other man leaned forward. 'you two make my little brother happy, I've not seen it in a while.'

#robin buckley #professional problem stevie #steve harrington #stranger things #mafia au #and not really #comedy #short ficlet #ficlet #fanfic #fanfiction #dustin henderson #mention #calling people unrelated to you cousin #which I stole from the bear #because im not even close to Italian #seriously im Asian what the fuck is with this is it even real?

[magnoliamyrrh]

when this got worse one of my american friends who had just basically found out abt the palestine-israel situation recently and didnt have a grasp on this shit asked me "hey wasnt part of your family jewish, why are you so heated about israel and taking a side" like,,,,,, sis,,, part of my family being jewish and knowing some 3 generations ago they were forced to change their last name and religion to survive and they spend at least the last 300+ years we know of pingponging everywhere because everywhere they were persecuted and couldnt stay, and that they ended up in the balkans in the first place because of however many more centuries of opression and fleeing, and growing up knowing in part abt jewish struggles bc my family cared abt that history and kept ties w jews who were still jews, doesnt make me more lenient to israel it makes me x50 times more angry. it makes me so much more angry. i hate it so fucking much when opressed groups turn around and do the same horrid shit that was done to them. also. im balkan and not in the "woo nationalism" sense but in the "oh god no ethnonationalism is a fucking demon" sense.

[grunge-innie]

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Sunshine

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Genre:fluff,blurb

Pairings:Lee Felix x GN!reader

Summary:You had a stressful day and this stranger made it better

Pronouns:none

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[6:13PM]Imagine meeting Felix for the first time at the coffee shop.It was late winter evening which meant that it was almost dark outside.You were walking down the dimly lit streets to the place you visited more than enough.

You had a very stressful day and you needed something to calm you down and you knew just the thing-coffee.As you entered small and very homely decorated coffee shop you realized that there were a lot more people than usual.You figured it was because it was after work hours and it was friday.

You went up to the counter and you didn't have to say anything because you were a regular and the worker seemed to recognize you as she greeted you and smiled.When your order was done you looked around the shop trying to find a place to sit,but every table seemed to be taken.After you realized there was no empty tables you tried to look for at least an empty seat and you found one.It was across from a really handsome guy.He had blonde hair,brown eyes and you think you saw some freckles on his face,but it's really hard to tell from this distance.

It looked like he wasn't doing anything important just scrolling on his phone and sipping his coffee so you decided to approach him.

"Hi,sorry for bothering you but could I sit here,everywhere else is taken."Your voice seemed to startle him as he jumped slightly before looking up at you,and you couldn't help to think that it's unfair how some people can be so effortlessly attractive.

You couldn't help but wish that you looked a bit better.Your hair was disheveled because you've been running your hands through it for all day because of stress and you had eyebags under your eyes that you couldn't cover even if you tried.

"Oh,yeah sure."He said as he smiled and you could tell that it was genuine because his smille was blinding almost like a sun.

After he gave you permisson to join him you sat on the chair across from him and you couldnt help to think "So what now?"as you awkwardly played with your fingers not knowing how to start a conversation.

The man across from you decided to break the awkward silence.

"My name's Felix."You couldn't help to think that this was a perfect name for him,it suited him pretty well

"Y/N."You said as you looked him in the eyes.You just now realized you were right and that he actually had freckles."They are so adorable"you thought.After some time you realized you were starring at him for too long.

"Sorry,I just couldn't help but look at your freckles they are really pretty."You apologized with a heavy blush on your face.

"Oh,thank you.I don't really like them."He confessed with a flustered face after your compliment.

"Why,they are so cute they remind me of stars and constellations."

"So,you like stars?"

"Yeah,of course,you?"

"Of course,who doesn't"

And that was a start of your conversation.You two talked about stars,sun,moon,your personal life,hobbys and so many other things.

"Oh look at the time."Felix said as he looked at his phone.You just now realized that you've been talking for a few hours and that the coffee shop is almost empty.

"You're right it's late I should probably go home and rest for a bit,I didn't even realize we were talking this long."You said as you looked at your phone to check just how late it actually is.

"Yeah me neither,you know what they say-Time flies when you're having fun."Felix said as he flashed you one of his big toothy grins that you've grown to adore in the last few hours.

"I agree and I think we should definitely meet up again,so...can i get your number?"You didn't know where all of this confidence was coming from,but you knew you couldn't pass up the opportunity like this.

"Of course you can."He answered with a blush and a smile on his face.

As he handed you his phone to type in your number,he asked you if he could walk you home because it was late and he didn't want anything happening to you,to which you agreed.So you two were currently walking very close to each other on a sidewalk as you were on your way home.

Felix walked you to your doorway and talked to you for a bit there.

"I had so much fun today."He said

"Yeah,me too you really made my day better."

"I'm glad I did."

You two were looking at each other for a few seconds before you reached out and kissed Felix on one of the freckles that was on his cheek.

"Bye Felix."You said as you turned around and entered your house.

He couldn't even say goodbye back because he was to stunned to speak.Only when you closed the door he came out of his shock and turned around to walk back home with a giddy smile on his face.

Only then did you realize that Felix was like that little ray of sunshine on a very cloudy and rainy day but you didn't know that he would continue to be your sunshine for the rest of your lives.

Masterlist

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A/N:I really enjoyed writing this one and i hope you'll enjoy it as well and happy holidays

AJ♡

#stray kids fluff #stray kids soft hours #skz x reader #lee felix x reader #lee felix #lee felix fluff #lee felix soft hours #fanfic #skz fanfic #lee felix fanfic

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

After Maeve

- after Maeve’s tragic murder, Spencer isolated himself in his apartment for a while

- in the two weeks he didnt leave his apartment, he was left multiple gift baskets by Penelope, and every member of the team came to visit at least once, only to be met by an unanswered door

- Spencer had gotten used to the knocks at his door followed by the voices of his friends offering their support, he never had the strength to reply verbally, but he appreciated their visits

- one day, though, a knock was followed by a voice he hadnt heard before

“Umm...hello? Is anybody home?”

- Spencer lifted himself from the couch and travelled the great distance for his front door. looking through the peephole, he saw a woman that he didnt recognise, holding a plate with a towel tenting slightly over it

- she looked worried. that was enough to override Spencer’s grief as his FBI instincts took over and he opened the door

- she grinned at him with an expression of intense relief

“O-Oh! Hello! I wasnt expecting you to answer the door, my name is (Y/N).”

“Who are you?”

- Spencer was beyond confused, but when he saw the blush that lit up your face, he wondered if his question seemed harsh or rude

“I-I live just across the hall, I moved in last week and ever since, I’ve seen people come and go from your door- a blonde woman with glasses brings baskets regularly. A-At first, because nobody ever answered the door, I thought maybe whoever lived here passed away and they were leaving things in your memory. B-But they talked to you through the door sometimes, I noticed on my way to and from work. So I thought, well, you must have gone through something terrible and I wouldnt be a very good neighbour if I didnt try to help- I know it isnt my place and Im sorry if Im oversteppi- I made some cookies but u-uh you dont have to tell me anything, I just thought- oh god Im sorry, I’ll just go.”

- your explanation was hurried, panicked and somewhat guilty as you attempted to speed walk back to your apartment

“Wait!”

- Spencer called as loudly as he could manage, you turned to face him, still clutching the towel-covered plate that he now knew to be hiding freshly baked cookies

“You dont know me, we’ve never even...”

- he couldnt bring himself to finish his sentence. never even met, just like her

- tears stung his eyes, his voice left him

- immediately, you noticed the changes in his body language and you scrambled over to him, placing the plate of cookies on the floor among the baskets

“Can I hug you? Is that alright?”

- Spencer nodded and you didnt take another second to think before you pulled him into your arms

- as soon as you embraced him, his tears broke free and rolled down his cheeks

- much to his surprise, the hug didnt feel awkward at all. it was the most comfort he had allowed himself to receive

- he felt more comfortable with someone who didnt know him, didnt know the details of what happened to him. you were someone new, someone who had never known him before he had been in this state; you had no expectations of him, no loyalties or personal care towards him, so he could break in front of you

“Shhh, it’s alright, you’re ok. Take some deep breaths for me.”

- your voice was so soothing to him, the first one he’d really heard ever since that gunshot

- Spencer nodded into your shoulder and pulled away from you slightly, which was your signal to let go of him

- he wiped his tears while you picked up the plate of cookies and gave them to him

“Like I said, you dont have to tell me anything, but these are for you. Im right across the hall if you need me.”

- and you were

- at least once a week, you would knock on Spencer’s door and deliver him a new batch of some homemade baked goods

- cookies, cakes, banana breads, anything!

- sometimes Spencer didnt have the strength to answer the door. on those days, you’d leave the plate of food at his door, run back to your apartment, handwrite a quick note with a pen, then run back to his door to place the note on top of the plate. that way he’d still get a little bit of conversation from you, even if he didnt have the strength to answer

- he couldnt describe the combination of appreciation and guilt

- on the one hand, you were ridiculously sweet to him, unconditionally caring towards someone who was little more than a stranger to you, at a time when he really needed a friend

- on the other hand though, you were working tirelessly all day and then coming home to immediately bake him something more than once a week, he didnt think he deserved that, and the closer you got to him the more in danger you were

- that mentality continued throughout your friendship

- you two naturally drifted closer than friends did, but every time Spencer noticed, he would retract into himself

- he thought he was protecting you, but in reality he was hurting you

- he didnt realise just how much pain he was causing until you confessed your feelings and broke down crying because you thought your obvious feelings for him had been making him uncomfortable

- that’s when he told you about Maeve

- it wasnt easy for him, even after knowing you over sixth months

- he cried, you cried, it was a very emotional moment

- he assured you that he did care about you a lot, more than he would for a friend, but he was just so broken

- you held him until he stopped crying, and then you told him something that changed his whole perspective

“Spencer, it is impossible for history to repeat itself. You can hit me with any statistic you want, but the fact is, no matter how similar an event may be to another, the people involved, the time, the day, the context- it would all be different, and therefore not a repeat at all. What happened to Maeve will not happen to me.”

- he knew you were right, and your words did reassure him, but his heart was still wounded; it was scarred

- somehow, without him having to say anything, you knew exactly what he needed to hear

“I dont want a relationship, not now, and not ever unless you are completely ready. Patience is as easy as breathing when it comes to love, Spence, so I dont mind waiting.”

- and that was that, you two had come to an understanding

- over time, Spencer allowed himself to venture closer to you, emotionally as well as physically

- your presence was comforting enough that once he calmed down, he wasnt afraid of the feelings he had for you

- you explained to him randomly one day that part of you was worried he only thought he had feelings for you because you had helped him heal, in the sense of sexual transference syndrome

- while you were rambling about this and essentially inventing a cop-out for Spencer just in case he didnt actually love you, he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you walking beside him, and kissed you

- he then took a few steps, acting as though he was casually continuing to walk, while you stood frozen, in a daze

- Spencer gave you a dazzling grin, like the swoon-worthy interest in a cheesy romance movie

- without a word, you reflected his grin back at him, and took the few steps necessary to catch up with him

- the two of you began walking side by side again in silence, avoiding eye contact bashfully

- you gingerly reached out your hand and nudged his ever so gently

- Spencer smiled to himself and interlaced his fingers with yours

- and that was just the beginning

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #criminal minds

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - the after | part 4

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

Warnings: angst, curse words

A/N: feedback is always appreciated! 🥰 feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

~ practice room ~

"Jungkookie.", Hoseok called the golden maknae, patting his shoulder.

"Hm?", Jungkook grumbled, without opening his eyes. He got used to acting like that by now: distant, unfocused, sleep deprived. He couldn't sleep well ever since you broke up with him.

After his mom's visit, she manage to convince him to stay at Jin's place at least for a few days, but Jungkook only did that so his mother wouldnt worry so much about him. If that was even possible.

But despite sleeping in Jin's guest room, that looked like a king's bedroom, Jungkook couldn't have a good night of sleep at all. He had nightmares every night. Most of the nights, he woke up screaming your name, but not in despair. In anger. Like he was fighting with you so you wouldn't leave. But you always did. For the first nights, Jin used to get up and check up on him, but when it kept happening, he knew there was nothing he could do. He never saw Jungkook like that.

When he wasn't rehearsing, Jungkook dozed off. In every break he had, every tiny break between practices, meetings, schedules. Even ARMY started to tweet about Jungkook being more tired and distracted, blaming on Hybe for overworking him. But Hybe got nothing to do with that.

"Jungkookie". Hoseok tried again, sitting beside Jungkook, who was laid down on the practice room.

"Yeah, hyung."

"We talked to Bang PD...", Hoseok spoke with caution, choosing his words. "And we all think you need to rest better, man. You can go home or to one of the bedrooms here at Hybe's and have a good sleep. You really need it."

Jungkook didn't move or say anything in return.

"C'mon, JK. Stop that." ,the dance leader shook him lightly.

"STOP WHAT, HYUNG?!", Jungkook yelled so loud, it made Hoseok tremble. He sat down angrily, putting his shoes back with harsh moves. "We're not rehearsing, we're not singing or dancing right now, so why you keep bugging me? Huh?", he got up, staring his hyung who was surprised to say the least. "I know what I gotta do, hyung! Don't worry about me! Whatever shit I'm going through is my business and I won't let it get in the way of my performance as an idol, ok? Are you good with that?"

Hoseok got up too, and anyone watching the scene would think they were about to throw hands at each other.

"No, Jungkook. I'm not good with that. None of us are, because you're not okay, and we worry about you.", Hoseok looked at the members for confirmation and Jungkook saw them nodding. "And I say more: you say being the way you are isn't getting in the way of your work, but it is. Look at you man!", Hoseok pointed at the big mirror on the wall. Jungkook hasn't looked at himself for weeks. His hair was longer than he remembered, he lost weight and his eyes had huge bags under them and they were... purple? He could swear the bags under his eyes were purple. "You're exhausted, man! Overworked!"

Jungkook was too stunned with his image to respond.

"And when was the last time you ate something that wasn't skittles?" Jungkook turned to look at Hoseok who was holding his bag, open, full of empty packages of Skittles. "These things could give you diabetes, man!"

Jungkook had no words. When he became like that? Being without you really made him this miserable? He couldn't remember the last time he slept 8 hours. Or 5. Or 4.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a good meal. Even with the members, he always chose to drink and not eat anything. He didnt to boxing anymore or even gaming. What he did with his free time? He couldnt remeber.

“I can't imagine what it is like for you, Jungkookie.", Hoseok tried again. "And I know you don’t feel alright, but I need you to try and eat something, and to take better care of your health.”

"I'm fine, hyung", Jungkook lied, still examining his face on the mirror. Jin aproached him, squeezing his hand hard, making Jungkook yelp.

“YAH! You’re shaking, Jungkook!", Jin scolded him, making him look his hands. "This is really affecting you, man! At least take a nap. You need to stop.”

Jungkook pulled his hand away and grabbed his bag from Hoseok's hand with force. He was ready to leave, but Namjoon got right between him and the door.

"Go rest, Jungkook. This isn’t up for debate.", Namjoon stated finnaly. "Practice for you is over until further notice, your health is more important."

Jungkook didn't respond, deviating from the leader. He was ready to leave angrily, but suddenly his legs fail with him, making him get on his knees with full force. The members ran fast to him, but he just shugred, rejecting their help.

"Don’t touch me, I don’t need help." he grumbled, picking his bag from the ground. "I’m not a kid, guys. I don’t need you hovering over me",

"Kook.", Taehyung called him, when he was ready to leave. Hearing that nickname after weeks made him stop in his tracks. "You can talk to us. You know that."

And just like that, Jungkook eyes filled with tears. How he could explain? He couldn't understand himself.

"I- I can’t sleep... ", he confessed." I don’t like when it’s still and quiet, and I’m alone with my thoughts.", he looked at Namjoon, and he could swear his eyes were filled with tears aswell. "My body hurts all over, but I don't wanna stop. I can't. I can't sleep.", his voice falters, and he dries the tears that fall from his eyes. "Work is the only thing I have to keep my mind sane, hyungs. So please... don't take that from me too.", he pleaded, looking at Namjoon. "I can't lose anything right now."

Namjoon nooded.

"I'll go to my old place right now. See if I can sleep for a bit, okay? And I'll eat something not-skittled", he joked, making Hoseok give him a small smile. "Thank you for looking out for me. And forgive me for acting this way. I had so much to figure out, and now I feel like I have nothing, you know?", and then he looked at Taehyung. "I notice what you did there, Tae. Calling me that way", he furrowed his brows, trying not to cry, remembering your voice calling him by his favorite nickcname. "Please.", he breathed deeply. "Don't call me that again."

Taehyung nodded, ashamed of using that to call his attention. He knew how much loved when you call him that. It was the only way to make him stop.

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