Tiny as Fuck

Isaak Ardelean // 28 // Musician + Tattoo Artist // Widow // Getting High Getting By 

[isaakardelean]

Isaak had been gone a month from London, due to touring all over the UK and Australia, promoting his new CD he’d dropped. It had gone great, but he was secretly glad to be back in his little apartment -even if it didn’t truly feel like home yet. He knew soon he’d be going back to the tattoo parlor to earn some extra cash. Though he’d just gotten back, the short man felt antsy and jittery, so he did what he did best. Walk around and try to clear his head. He walked down main street and stood outside a newer coffee shop he’d not tried yet, trying to get a gauge on if it seemed worthy of his time.

[isaakardelean]

addictiveregina:

“Sam…it’s a nice name.” She murmured with a smile, letting out a small laugh at the sound of him being like a teddy bear. “Sometimes I think Declan is like my own personal hot water bottle in bed, it’s worth it if nothing else is.” She joked, although of course there were a million reasons why she loved Declan, just his warmth. “We should do something, on the anniversary I mean. For Sam. If you want?”

“Having yourself a good warm boy is always top priority,” Isaak teased gently, nodding. He looked up at Regina with wide eyes and nodded slowly. “I’d...I’d like that...thank you...truly,” he spoke, blinking back tears. He’d not ever been more grateful for a friend than he was at that moment. 

[margueriteofaura]

It wasn’t that Kira couldn’t hear the insults being said behind her back, she was just trying ti ignore them. Not really succeeding but at least the attempt was there. She always believed the bullying would stop after high school, npw she realised it never would. Seeing someone come over she raised an eyebrow, “if this is jus to tell me what a slut I am, save your breath”.

[isaakardelean]

Isaak stopped short, freezing in place. He’d heard people talking about the girl in the coffee shop and he’d felt bad, had wanted to say something but decided against it. He’d been on his way over to apologize for the other crude men when he’d listened to her words. 

“Actually uh...no, I was going to say they’re dicks.” 

[rippedstitch-s]

“Hey, drinks are on me tonight, alright? We’re celebrating. I got a big multi-novel illustration cover deal and I’m pretty jazzed about it. So whenever you want to hit the town, let’s do it!”

[isaakardelean]

“Holy shit that’s awesome Loren! Congrats!” Isaak beamed, pulling his friend into a hug. 

[heikkibun]

“W-Where did you get that photo?” Heikki’s voice went hoarse  and trembled as he was staring at a photo of himself before he came out with his ex-girlfriend. He licked his drying lips nervously while trying to keep his cool–not realizing the pain from that particular relationship was showing on his face. “Please put that away. I can’t stand looking at it.” A few tears started down his cheek as his heart raced, feeling like the room was closing in on him.

[isaakardelean]

Isaak had been in the small cafe, trying to decide what he wanted to order for lunch, when he heard a familiar voice. Looking up when he heard how upset it sounded, he saw Heikki and some woman. The look on his friends face made him suddenly walk over. “Hey, I’m not sure who you are, but you need to back up and let him breathe,” Isaak said firmly. He stood tall, attempting to be intimidating even at five foot five. The woman rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving Isaak and Heikki alone. “Are you okay?” 

[isaakardelean]

Text 📱Heikki

Heikki: She's with her grandfather for a few weeks.

Heikki: Come over to mine. We can talk about it if you want.

Isaak: I bet she's having fun.

Isaak: You sure? I don't wanna....bring you down or anything.

[isaakardelean]

una-bash-edly:

“A sap? When am I a sap?” Bash exclaimed. “You are the biggest sap, Luca,” he argued back, squeezing his hand. “You’re distracting me from the movie.” 

Luca laughed, shaking his head, but grew quiet. They watched the movie and almost to the end, he looked over and saw Isaak asleep, normally coiffed hair falling into his eyes. “He’s cute like that.He looks so young.” 

[isaakardelean]

una-bash-edly:

Bash curled against him, kissing his cheek as Luca did. “And we always want to cuddle and kiss and love on you,” he added, reaching for Luca’s hand and settling their locked fingers on Isaak’s lap.

“Thanks guys,” Isaak choked out, trying to play it off. “Jeez, making me a sap here,” he laughed. Luca rolled his eyes fondly and squeezed his shoulder. “Mostly because you are. You and Bash both.” 

[isaakardelean]

addictiveregina:

Regina paused for a second before pulling the much taller boy into a hug, pressing her face to his chest as she squeezed him tightly. “I’m so sorry.” Was all she whispered, because there was nothing she could say to make things better, instead she just held him a moment long before letting go, starting down the street again. “What is his name?” 

Isaak hugged back tightly. He’d forgotten how much he loved hugs, loved physical contact in any form. When they’d started back down, he hummed. “Samuel, Sam,” Isaak smiled softly. “He played the drums, he always reminded me of a teddy bear,” he spoke as they walked, looping one arm around Regina’s. 

[isaakardelean]

una-bash-edly:

Bash smiled at the peck from Isaak, using the hand that wasn’t still playing with Luca’s hair to pat Isaak’s chest. “You never need to thank us for having you over. You are more than welcome here at any time. No thanks necessary, right, Luke?” he said, looking across Isaak at his fiancé.

Luca nodded as Isaak turned to look at him. “Da, we love when you’re here Is, even when you’re upset,” he promised, kissing the mans cheek. Isaak nodded, feeling warmth spread throughout him. His husband had been gone almost a year, and the other two men were the first people he’d been with since. 

[isaakardelean]

addictiveregina:

“Sure babe, you know i’m here for you. Just don’t tell anyone it makes me seem like a pussy.” She grinned, before going serious again. He’d started telling her about what was going on, and Regina owed it to listen to him properly. Her air seemed to catch in her throat as she heard about what happened to his husband, stopping short for a second. “Oh god…Isaak….I’m so sorry….” She muttered, swallowing hard. “How long ago?”

“Promise,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Anything for you sweetheart,” Isaak said fondly. “A year ago next week,” he admitted, staring at the ground. “June 19th.” 

[isaakardelean]

addictiveregina:

She shot him a playful wink, but honestly Regina’s heart went out to the man because feeling that low was never a fun experience. Especially when you felt you had to lie about it, she’d been there, done that. Hell she’d give him a t-shirt if she had any. “I wasn’t asking you to be any fun man, I was just saying I could have kept you company. Helped keep the bed warm and shit.” She nudged him with her elbow, resting her head on his arm purely platonically. “What sent you into that…state?”

“Thank you....it means way more than you’d imagine.” He’d never told Regina about him being married, about his husband getting sick and passing away, the real reason he came to London. He hated seeming weak, but since he’d already told her he’d spent the past week crying, he thought he. might as well go for it. “I was married...he got really sick suddenly. Three months later he was gone,” Isaak admitted. 

[isaakardelean]

addictiveregina:

Regina laughed, shaking her head. “Oh babe, it’s fine i’ll buy it. It can be my community service for the month. Wait no, by the look of you, this would count as two months.” She grinned, raising her eyebrows at him as they met eyes, waiting to see what he was going to come up with and if it was going to be the truth or not. “No, i sort of worked that out for myself. Why did you do that, why didn’t you text me? We could have holed up in the apartment together. I love to be pathetic.” She joked, but her voice was soft because truth was this guy was one of her best friends. She’d do anything for him. 

“Hey,” He laughed, giving her a pathetic but playful look. “I don’t know....didn’t really do anything...just kind of...cried and slept. I wouldn’t have been any fun,” Isaak shrugged, licking his lips. He was so grateful to have Regina in his life. “Next time I decide to go into a depressive episode and wallow in my bed for seven days, I’ll let you know.” 

[isaakardelean]

alecxgrey:

  “It’s fine. It’s kinda my fault and brought it up and you have nothing to be sorry about” he said, “I have a sweet tooth and so i like sweets” he added starting to get nervous a bit because of his anxiety. “Ah, i am normally into classical music and classical rock”

“I can learn to like sweets,” Isaak laughed. “Ah, that’s cool. To each his own. I don’t expect you to like my music or anything. Classic rock is good!” The shorter man assured, walking in time. 

[isaakardelean]

alecxgrey:

   “Hopefully one day” he smiled as he kept walking but that smile faded a bit off his face, “well… honestly, we were not always excited about it and our birthdays” he added with a sigh. “What type of song do you sing?”

“Oh-I’m sorry,” Isaak frowned a bit. He hated upsetting people, making them think back on old memories. “Well, I’m here to try and help the idea of pancakes and ice cream become better, apparently,” he said, trying to be more  upbeat. “Kind of....popish rock...songwriter? I don’t really know how to describe the songs really. Maybe alternative?”

[isaakardelean]

addictiveregina:

Regina shook her head, frowning, making sure to show him she didn’t but it for even a split second. However, she just sighed slightly before agreeing. “Yeah, yeah let’s go and get you a big ass coffee. It’s on me.” She slid her arm into his, pulling him along the pavement towards the nearest coffee shop. Regina might not like going out to eat, but she was more than happy to drink more cups of coffee than there were hours in the day. “Talk to me Isaak.” She said simply. 

Isaak allowed himself to be pulled into her comforting touch, walking in step with the other girl. “You don’t have to buy it, I can get it,” he assured, even if it was just a formality. He looked up at her and bit his lip. “I didn’t go on tour. I stayed at my place and didn’t do anything the whole week....it was kinda pathetic honestly.” He shrugged. If there was one person he felt like he could really trust telling this all to, it was Regina. 

[isaakardelean]

addictiveregina:

Regina looked up from where she’d been staring at her feet as she wandered, feeling herself bang into someone, and then hearing them speak. “Isaak? Dude, you look fucking terrible!” She exclaimed before she could stop herself, eyes widening slightly. This was Regina, from experience she knew what someone who hadn’t been eating looked like. His cheeks were hollow, sunken and slightly yellow, he didn’t look like someone who’d just come off a tour. “What did they do with you in the US? Give you a fucking lobotomy?”

Isaak smiled a tiny smile at the woman, shrugging. “I uh...just didnt sleep much is all,” he tried to assure his friend, swallowing thickly. “Touring and all...late nights,” he trailed off. “Wanna get some coffee?” The tone he spoke in sounded almost desperate.