Wow, look at all that dialogues– It’s scattered everywhere lol ^_^; I didn’t have time to draw so many panels so I hope it’s isn’t too confusing to read!
I wasn’t supposed to spend so much time on this but I really wanted to do a good job at it– ”Look ma, cleaner lineart!” XP I have added two extra panels. I was going to skip the “dumplings” part but I thought it was pretty funny so it had to be in there! :P
I haven’t really started Day 4 at all, I’ve only just finished this now! X_x Oh man, I don’t think I can keep up at all lol– I’m feeling very tired, staying up doing these so I’m considering skipping some~ There’s not enough hours in a day… TT_TT
What is good guys? Been a while, hasn’t it? But now that I’m finally free with my time, I can write more! This was requested a while back: an angsty Chanyeol scenario where he’s kind of a jerk to you. I took creative liberty and made it so he wasn’t a complete asshole mainly because I love Channie far too much lol. Anyway: I have a thing for Chanyeol’s man hands. Gawd they are so big and knuckley, plus the rings!!!! Can he just hold my hand or rub my back???? I have a lot of feelings about Chanyeol really????
P.S. His hands are even sexier when he plays piano tbh
Applause erupted throughout the concert hall as the orchestra finished with a flourish, the last sound being the haunting note of a piano.
You raised your cramped fingers from the ivory keys, tired but satisfied with your performance. You looked up and met eyes with the conductor who nodded approvingly before turning back to the other musicians.
Smiling to yourself, you could already feel his dark, burning gaze.
You lifted your head and met the eyes of the second piano player in the orchestra, Park Chanyeol. Usually, an orchestra would contain only a single pianist, but the two of you had been so evenly matched that the director decided to experiment with duel pianists.
Ever since the first concert, practice, you name it, Chanyeol had always made everything a competition. You’d initially thought the two of you would be excellent friends and that you could share with each other different techniques and such, but you’d been wrong. Whether it was jealousy, hate, or a combination of the two, Chanyeol had always resented you. Just walking into the same room as him would certainly cause a fight or the other storming off. You just didn’t understand why or for what reason he hated you, and it caused you more grief than you liked to admit. You personality just wouldn’t allow it either. You were very much interested in trying to make everyone happy or at least friendly with you, because you couldn’t stand the thought of discourse between you and another person. You always tried your best with people, even with Chanyeol.
You collected your sheet music, tucking the bench in neatly before exiting the stage. You already knew Chanyeol wouldn’t be too far behind, so you sighed and prepared yourself for the usual onslaught of put downs.
You stopped, spinning on your heel before politely replying, “Chanyeol. You played well this evening."
There he stood in all his tall, impressively handsome, and talented glory. For all the good things he had going for him, you’d always wondered why Chanyeol chose to pick on little ol’ you. You hated to admit it, but if Chanyeol weren’t such an ass, you probably would’ve found yourself crushing on him.
He scoffed, untying his black bow tie with surprising dexterity, his large hands hypnotizing as usual. You mentally cursed yourself for your weak heart: you knew you liked Chanyeol, even after all he’s done to you. But he was different when he played music, and that’s when you began to fall for him. The way he’d bite his lip, or the way his eyes would squeeze shut as if in ecstasy, it was always so beautiful because you could tell he was feeling the music.
"Save it. I don’t have time for your ridiculously fake sweetness _____,” he said sharply, “I have something to tell you, or rather, demand of you."
You sucked in a breath, your face reddening furiously. Your voice remained steady and calm, "What would that be? Do tell."
"Quit the orchestra."
You froze, dropping your music in shock, "Excuse me?…"
"I said,” his voice firm, “Quit the orchestra ____."
You laughed to yourself, still shaken, "Chanyeol, you can’t be serious-"
"I’m dead serious,” he murmured.
You took a step toward him defiantly, “But why? What are you supposed to gain from me leaving?"
He looked away, furrowing his brow, "That’s not important or the point."
"Not important?,” you raised your voice angrily, “Just who the hell do you think you are?” You saw him clench his fists, his eyes two black coals of anger as he advanced towards you, caging you against a wall.
He slammed his fist into the wall beside your head, his voice hoarse and pained, “Don’t you understand?! I can’t afford to lose!” You stared up at him wide eyed as the tears slip down his cheek, your voice caught in your throat. You didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t upset him further, so you said one word: “Why?"
Chanyeol squeezed his eyes tighter, his stubbornness always getting the best of him. You lifted a trembling hand and squeezed his, causing him to flinch and jerk away. Still clutching it in both your small hands now, you looked up at him pleadingly, your voice soft, "Tell me why Chanyeol.” He looked down at you in astonishment, looking completely paralyzed. A heavy moment stretched between the two of you, and you could tell he was slowly breaking.
Finally, he sighed and let his forehead rest against yours, causing you to heat up. You’d never seen him this defeated before and it broke your heart. “She’s sick,” he choked out. “My mother’s sick. I’m the only one in my family who’s willing to provide for her, because it’s a rare illness that requires very expensive treatment. She’s not going to live much longer if I don’t make more money."
You whispered sadly, realizing, "You want me to quit so that you can get my half of the pay."
He clutched your arms tightly, tears spilling down his face, "I’m sorry ____. Please forgive me."
You hushed him gently, taking his face into your palms, "Chanyeol listen to me. Ever since I was little, it was always my mother’s dream to be a famous pianist. She soon fell ill after she was diagnosed with cancer, so her dream never came true. My own mother is the one who taught me how to play, and after she passed, I made it my duty to fulfill that dream. I play for her everyday because she taught me to love playing and I can’t give up on her. Just like you can’t give up on your own mother."
Chanyeol looked down at you sadly and full of concern, "I’m sorry ____. I didnt know."
"It’s okay,” you bent over and picked up your fallen music, “Because we’re going to save your mom together."
He grabbed your hand, brow furrowed in confusion, "How?"
"I’m going to let you take my share of the money. I don’t play for money, I play for my mother. You do the same thing, only in a different way,” you smiled up at him.
Chanyeol averted your eyes, “I don’t know what to say."
"Well,” you giggled, “Say ‘thank you’ first, and then say that you’ll teach me next."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You want me to teach you? But you’re already so good."
You looked away shyly, unable to see the small smile that flitted across Chanyeol’s lips, "I-I want you to teach me to feel music."
You heard a deep chuckle, "That’s all you want?,” you felt him pat your head affectionately, “You’re one strange girl you know that? But I like ‘em strange.” You were beginning to like this real Chanyeol more and more.
Years later, your mother-in-law will fondly recount and boast to anyone who will listen about how her son’s wife selflessly gave up her hard-earned money in order to help her bratty, but eventually kind, future husband save his mother.
You can answer this privately if the answer spoils anything but like, didn't caez have a sister? Or am I just remembering wrong?
It’s not a spoiler, cause I threw it in as an Easter egg once or twice, if you look really hard. Lol.
So, yes! They do! But she doesn’t get a significant role in their story line, it was mostly to emphasize that their mother had “moved on and started a new family” while Caez and the twins had been torn apart from what little family they had to begin with. ;u;
I slept early I guess, can’t even remember falling asleep. My insomnias getting better! This is good! weird dreams but that’s ok. I like dreaming still. I feel really tired from them but trying to stay awake.
I’m meeting my mum this afternoon. I’m anxious. Trying to ignore it lol. I just need to wash and get there and everything will be okay. I am still looking forward to it.
what if in the middle of civil war bucky just gets tired of all the fighting cuz he’s been fighting for so long and he just wants it to stop so he steals away from steve one night and shows up at the avengers mansion because something guides him there, and he finds tony in the kitchen wearing a greasy tank top and sweatpants making coffee for himself, and tony looks up in surprise and freezes a little because it’s bucky barnes in his kitchen, and they just blink at each other for an awkward few seconds, and then bucky opens his mouth and all that comes out is “I’m tired” and tony considers him silently for a moment and then just nods, walks across the kitchen and takes his hand and leads him to one of the guest rooms closest to his room before gently pushing him to sit on the bed, takes off his worn jacket and shoes and carefully puts his backpack on the floor beside him and then urges him to lay down and tucks him in and says “sleep” and bucky does because something deep inside is telling him he’s safe here, here in avengers mansion with tony stark watching over him
Coworker update: theyre sounding better and seem to be more energetic which is super good BUT THEY WERE SOOOO PALE TODAY. I was just like img please let me get you a damn chair. My work is just like whump central right now though. Everyone is tired and looking it or in some stage of a cold or flu or has an injury or is aching from the wild weather changes.
I feel so bad for everyone you work with but at the same time I need to work there??? Lol
A/N: Because the other day, i had my tooth ripped out of my face, and I’m in pain, i decided to feel sorry for myself, and write an imagine based on my experience. Hope you guys can laugh at my pain. (oops I started writing this like the day after it happened and now it’s been almost two weeks) Also, I hit just over 300 followers! That’s amazing! (towards the end it gets so bad lol, its 3:30am and I’m tired)
Prompt: You have a toothache, and Dan looks after you.
Word Count: 1826 words
“Owwwwwwwwww!” I groaned in pain, holding my left cheek. For ages, ever since I was 15 I’ve been getting these massive toothaches, but they would usually always go away before I had the chance to do anything about it, plus going to the dentist was hella expensive and i was not prepared to pay that much money.
“Is your tooth still sore?” Dan questions from his bedroom, while I sit in the lounge in pain.
“Yes Dan, its still fucking sore!” I reply in agony. My tooth was just throbbing and aching and it was so sore.
“Have you been taking your codeine?” Dan asks and I just roll my eyes at him, even though he can’t see me. God he sounds like my mother, probably worse. And yes, i was prescribed with codeine, that’s how sore it was.
Now i know what you’re thinking. ‘Why don’t you just go to the dentist to get it checked out?’ NO. NOT KEEN. YOU KNOW WHY? When i was a mere child…. alright i was 16, I went to the dentist, for this exact problem, do you know what they did? Instead of yanking out my tooth, they put in FILLINGS on the OTHER SIDE of my mouth. I’m not going to let that happen again.
“No! Because I ran out yesterday!” I’m not gonna lie, i have been pretty grumpy the last few days because of my toothache, but codeine can only last so long. After 5 hours is up, I go back to feeling pain. But Dan has been pretty good when it comes to my grumpiness and my throbbing sore tooth.
I hear footsteps down the hall, and then Dan emerge from the doorway into the lounge, sitting himself next to me, looking concerned about me.
“I just want it yanked out! I don’t even care anymore. I’ll pry it out myself if I have to.” I say as a few tears stream down my face. I was in so much pain. So much.
“Love, do you want me to take you to the dentist? I’ll make the appointment and everything?” Dan asks. He could tell how much pain I was in, and he’s been great at taking care of me these past few days. I just nod in response. It hurts to talk. Any slight stimulation or touching of the sore tooth, is extremely painful. “Alright, I’ll go and make the appointment now. I’ll try and book you in with my dentist.” He leaves the room, typing what I presume is the dentists number into his phone.
A few minutes of agonizing pain later, Dan comes back into the room and tells me the details of the appointment.
“Okay, you’re appointment is at 12:30pm, and the extraction is going to cost £200 and an extra £10 for numbing” Oh my god. Who does he think I am? I don’t have that kind of money! “I can pay for it if you like. I know you cant afford it” I would usually deny Dan paying that much for something on me, but I just can’t take this pain any longer, and agree to his offer.
“Thank you, Dan.”
“Anytime, love. Now lets go now, because we all know what the traffic plus taxis are like here.” And like that we’re out the door.
Waiting for a taxi was almost like waiting for a miracle, especially when you’re in a lot of pain and you just wanna curl up in a ball and cry.
About 15 minutes later, a taxi arrived and we were on our way to the dentist. I wasn’t feeling nervous or scared, even though I feel like I should, I was just happy that I wasn’t going to be in anymore pain for much longer, I was happy it was going to be sorted.
Soon enough, Dan and I arrive at the dentist. I had to fill out a couple of forms, one that was to check to see if I was working, so they could contact my workplace and let them know what’s going on, just in case I have to go in, and an enrollment form. I handed the forms in and now it was time to wait, and the longer I waited, the more pain my tooth was in, it was so fucking painful.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” The dentist calls out and I immediately stood up, letting go of Dan’s tight grip that he had on my hand.
“Is it alright if my boyfriend comes in with me?” I ask the dentist. I wanted him in there for comfort reasons.
“Yeah sure, no problem, come on through guys.” Awwww she’s so cute. She led us into the room and told me to sit in the chair, the nerves still hadn’t kicked in, like I was expecting them to. She lowered the chair down, handed me some sunglasses and told me to open wide, she evaluated my mouth and then told me she was going to take some x-rays. Presuming Dan had already told them what the problem was on the phone, they must want to see whats going on.
She placed the x-ray things in my mouth then told me to bite down. She did that a few times, placing them differently in different places in my mouth. She came back with the x-rays showing Dan what was going on, and when he showed her, Dan sounded concerned
“Oh my god! Is that whats happening? Is that why she’s in so much pain?” He asked, sounding worried, and then immediately I was worried. The nerves kicked in and I was shaking. The dentist comes over to me, explaining whats wrong with my tooth.
“So (Y/N), whats happening is, you have a pre-molar growing underneath one of your big molars, and it’s pushing on your molar, trying to get to the surface, so that’s what is causing you a lot of pain.” What? I understood none of that. When she saw my confused expression, she let me get up to have a look at the x-rays and indeed what I saw was a tooth on it’s side, right underneath my molar. “Did you have any teeth purposely extracted when you were younger?” She asks and I immediately nod. When I was two, I had a majority of my teeth pulled out.
“Yeah, when I was two years old.” I tell her, she nods and gets me to sit back down in the chair. Dan immediately grabs my hand and the nerves started to kick back in.
“Okay, we’re definitely going to have to pull it out, I’ll just get some numbing stuff.” She says and I started shaking again. I don’t do needles, I hate needles, I’m not keen for needles. She came back with the needles and some other tools and laid them out on the side table. She got a needle ready to put it in my mouth, and I squeezed Dan’s hand, letting him know that I was now scared. I don’t think it was just the needles that was making me scared, it was the realization that I was actually getting my tooth yanked out, even though I wanted it to be yanked out, I was now scared.
The needle was incredibly uncomfortable but it numbed almost straight away and it wasn’t that uncomfortable anymore. I think Dan saw the discomfort on my face because as soon as I squeezed his hand and looked uncomfortable, he rubbed circles on my hand, and rubbed my leg in a soothing way with his other hand.
“Okay, we’re going to start applying pressure to the tooth. You shouldn’t be able to feel anything except for a little bit of pressure.” The dentist reassured me. I was shaking, all of a sudden I felt pressure, but it was a lot of it and it still hurt. I pulled back and let her know that I could still feel it. When I said that I could still feel it, she injected me once more, told me to let her know if I could still feel it and then started to yank the tooth out.
I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel it, but it wasn’t too bad to the extent that I would need another injection. I had no idea it was out until the dentist actually said it was out. She put the gauze in my mouth to soak up the blood in my mouth.
“Would you like to keep your tooth?” She asks. I smiled to the best of my abilities considering the left side of my face was numb as fuck. I nodded my head, also trying to sound coherent as I said ‘Yes please’ So she put my tooth in a plastic jar with some sterilizer in it. We left the room and waited for another taxi.
“Are you gonna stay at mine and Phil’s tonight?” Dan asks. I nodded my head considering I couldn’t really speak. We go back to his flat, and a few hours later the numbing has worn off and I am in immense pain. Nothing was working. Before we left, the dentist was able to prescribe some pain killers to help the pain for this exact reason, but none of them were working. I was in tears and crying so much and Dan was so worried, even Phil was extremely worried.
“Love, are you alright?” Dan asks. I just shake my head as more tears run down my face.
“It hurts so much, nothings working or helping.” I cry out quietly. Dan jumps into bed with me and holds me as I basically cry myself to sleep for a couple of hours.
When I woke up I wasn’t in much pain and I was hungry, because I hadn’t eaten all day. I walk into the kitchen where Dan is standing in his pajama pants sipping on a cup of coffee.
“Phil and I went to the shops and got some food for you to eat, considering you can’t really eat proper food for the next few days, so we got you some smoothie stuff, yoghurt and stuff like that” Dan says with a smile on his face. I smile back and embrace him, thanking him for everything he’s done for me these past few days.
tfw nothing is happening in your mind & ur just kinda like.. huh.. think i should be feeling something.. maybe i am.. but it kind of just feels like a tangled up pile of yarn looks.. you know it’s not bad it’s just all jsfkldjfklj
Hey guys, I just thought I’d post a picture of me to show you guys who I am. This was taken like two minutes after I woke up so I apologize for looking so grumpy but I still had some eyeliner on from the day before so I was feeling pretty when I woke up lol
Prob less than ideal, but I’m not entering any contests. My waist is actually smaller than the dressform, I don’t think I adjusted it right. Everything fits me thou. Tons of mistakes but who am I trying to impress? No one. I just want to dress up and have fun and forget all my stress for an entire weekend. I think I’ve done enough for one day.
Featuring my cat, Momo. Seems appropriate lol. I hope I don’t look too frumpy in this…:/ lol Okay, I’ll stop spamming now. I am tired and feeling bleh so I’m going to go find something to eat and then probably vege for the rest of the night.