#[ okay i leave now buh bye ]

[simgerale]

checking tumblr days after filling my queue and finding out people really liked it 👉👈

[slasheddreams]

Happy Birthday. [ bag of marshmallows // broken glass // blood rain ] - Mansion Hallowfrye // MURDER MYSTERIES [ broken glass // blood rain ]

content warning for: [ just brief mentions of blood ]

They still save the sliced strawberry on top for last, just like that first slice of cake all those years ago.

"Happy birthday, Howl."

Their fingers were stained with blood, the steel fork trembled in their small hands. Their hands laid on the small, ceramic plate, their other hand pinching the small, plastic wrapping covering the cake.

Happy birthday to you.

Their eyes watered as a hiccup bubbled in their throat. Tears welled up in the corners of their eyes. Laying their head on the table, sobs poured out of their throat.

They felt so betrayed.

...

Mansion Hallowfrye had been Howl's home for as long as they could remember. The large manor with the eerie green gardens, floating teal fire spirits, the fyre flowers, everything about the mansion's grounds, everything felt like... home.

Howl knew all the staff manning and assisting the mansion, they loved every staff member. Their favorite staff members were the ones who ran the upkeep of the gardens. Their favorite place on the grounds was the greenhouse. ( Maybe that's why no bodies were ever found in it. A father should never soil his child's favorite place. )

Reaching out a hand, they ran their fingers along the underside of the glowing green flower. Their fingers lightly scrapped against the surface of the petals, a faint smile forming on their face. They adored flowers so much.

The sound of heels clicking against the obsidian floor of the greenhouse attracted the child's attention, causing them to glance back. Walking in their direction was their adoptive father, an eloquent and put-together young man. Holding a small plate in their hand, a shiny metal cover caught their attention even further.

"Papa?"

The man smiled softly, gently bending down by their side. A warm smile formed on his face. Motioning with the plate, he hummed softly.

"Hello, my little fyreflower, I knew you'd be here. You truly do enjoy sitting with the flora, don't you?"

"The gardener does such a splendid job caring for them! It would be a shame if they had no one to see them..."

A chuckle emerged from his throat as he gently lured the tray. Turning towards them, he patted the floor next to him. Bending down softly, Howl sat down by their father's side. Holding the plate up gently, he chuckled.

"I looked everywhere for you, you know. I was afraid I wouldn't find you before midnight. Today is a special day, no?"

Leaning forward, Howl's fingers entwined in their tiny, cardigan sweater. They were so small back then.

"? What is it, papa?"

Chuckling again, he leaned closer. Running his hand along the metal cover's loop, lifting up the silver cover to reveal a small slice of strawberry shortcake cake underneath it. Howl's eyes sparkled as their eyes fell on the cake, glistening in the eerie moonlight.

"Happy 7th birthday, Howl. It's a slice of Japanese strawberry shortcake, I remember you saying it was your favorite kind."

Picking up one of the silver forks on the tray, his fingers lightly grasped onto the plastic covering, gently unwrapping from the cake. Then, spinning the fork, he chuckled again. Leaning over, he gently used the fork to scoop off a small piece. Then, holding the fork out, he watched as the small hands grasped onto the base of the fork.

Their coordination was... subpar and best. Half of the cake's frosting ended up on their face rather than inside their mouth... but that was okay. it wasn't the cake that was so special to them. It was the kindness, the memory.

...

Tears rolled down their face, splattering on the white ceramic plate. Howl wanted to scream out, it was agonizing.

"Happy... birthday... to... me..."

More tears rolled down their face. The fork trembled in their hands. 13 years later, 13 long years... Everything... everyone they knew... 13 years of friendship, of love and light, of hauntings and delights... all ended in a bloodbath.

Closing their eyes, and covering their mouth with shaky hands, they tried desperately to stifle the terror-stricken sobs. They felt so weak, they couldn't save even one person. Hiccups bubbled in their throat, tears stained their face, and sorrow weighed in the air. Raising their sleeve, they slowly dried their tears. Laying the fork down gently, Howl sniffled.

"Dad..."

Their hands trembled as they stumbled onto their feet, knocking over the plate of their barely eaten cake. It fell with a small 'splat', slumping against the floor slowly. Well... it's not like they could really bring themselves to eat it anymore.

Their eyes fell on their hands. Blood stained them, a glowing crimson-red... Their hands trembled at the sight. Grimacing, they slowly looked around. They've tried everything to wash the blood off their hands, scrubbing their hands until they were completely raw and bruised.

But they were certain that the bloodstains will never fade.

"I can't get the blood off. Why can't I get the blood off...?"

[skhardwarevers1]

I almost killed myself JULLLIEEEEEE

[sdr2lovemail]

Could you write something about Sun and Moon being irritated/jealous that they can't kiss the reader (the maintenance worker one) with their mouths like a human can so the reader shows them about all the other ways to kiss? Like kissing Sun's hand up his arm to his cheek until he is giggling so loudly Vanessa thinks he's gone off his rocker, or gently kissing Moon's forehead all the way down to where his heart would be? Even better if the maintenance reader leaves behind little lipstick marks on their face for Monty and the gang to laugh about :D

Inspired by that one tumblr post about a guy walking out with a few lipstick kiss marks and then saying "you should see what they did to the other guy" in a stereotypical mobster voice before said other guy drunkenly walks out absolutely covered in lipstick marks, sfw of course I want Fluff I want Affection I want Lovey Dovey-ness if you think you could swing it, just the softest silliest thing you can write, and keep up the good work anywho :')

I have no mouth, and I must kiss. (GN Reader but they do wear lipstick) Synopsis: After a play full of heartbreak and tragedy, Sun realizes that he'll never be able to kiss you. You remedy the situation.

Notes: It's been almost 2 years since I've written a fnaf fic, I feel rusty. Help wanted 2 got me calling my old mans' numbers. That's a joke they never left my phone. Anon if you're still out there, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labors.

Requests are open!

Children are very persuasive. While you originally came to the daycare to fix a broken screen, you’ve ended up in a play. Decked out with a foam sword, you act as the story’s brave knight. Once you’ve slain the dragon, a kid wearing a Monty hood, your princess awaits.

“My dear knight! You saved me from the evil dragon!” Sun swoons. Instead of his waist frills, he’s worn a bright yellow skirt. Dangling from a few of his rays was a princess cap. The bells on his wrist jingle as he clasps his hands. “Is there any way I can repay you?”

You press a hand against your heart and bow your head. “There is no need, Princess. Protecting you is my sworn duty.” You’d say your acting wasn’t half bad for an underpaid maintenance worker.

“The princess has to kiss the knight!” A kid called from the audience.

Sun felt rigid like his joints were locking up. He hoped you couldn’t hear his fans kicking on as his body temperature rose. He would love to kiss you but wanted the moment to be perfect. “N-now friend, we don-”

“Mr. Sun can’t kiss them! He doesn’t have a mouth!” Another kid argued. Something about what they said made Sun feel weird.

“Yes, he does! It just can’t open.” 

Sun lets out a huff, turning to you. “They’re getting cranky. It must be snack time. I’ll pass them out quickly. That way, we can spend time together!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, eager for you to stick around.

Your fazwatch pings with an alert: a S.T.A.F.F. bot got stuck in Monty Golf. “Oh, sorry, Sun. I have another job to do. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Sun would be frowning if his faceplate could move. He quickly perks up and sets his hands on your shoulders. “Right! Right, right, right, you have a job. Responsibilities! I’ll- I’ll see you at closing. Buh-bye, friend!” The jester waves you goodbye before sighing, hurrying to pass out snacks before someone throws a tantrum.

The rest of your day goes as smoothly as working as the Pizza Plex could be. It was after closing time, and you were doing your final tasks. The glamrocks were in their rooms, the S.T.A.F.F bots were on their set paths, and nothing on the floor needed fixing. The last place you needed to check on was the daycare. 

Walking through the big wooden doors, Sun is nowhere to be seen. You call his name, followed by Moon’s, but still nothing. Shrugging it off, you make your rounds, checking everything is in place. During the sweep, you could hear muffled words from a storage closet.

“Do you think they’ve kissed anyone, Moon? We can’t do that…” That was the unmistakable voice of Sun. “I wonder what it would be like. Hmph, even the glamrocks can move their mouths…” He grumbles.

When you open the door, Sun jumps like he’s been shocked. He scrambled to stand up. “Ah! Oh, hi! You’re here early!”

“It’s almost eleven. I’ve been here for almost thirty minutes.” You say, checking your watch. “What were you talking about?”

“Would you believe me if I said nothing?” The daycare attendant tilts his head, his faceplate spinning a bit.

“No, I would not.”

Sun sighs as he sits back on the closet floor, his legs crisscrossed and his hands holding his face. Taking a seat next to him, you ask him what’s wrong.

“I was just thinking about some stuff after our play. Moon and I can’t kiss you!” He flops over dramatically as if he’d heard tragic news. “Our face is stuck in this stupid smile!” He tugs on one of his rays, angry at his lack of facial mobility.

“Hey, I don’t mind that you guys can’t kiss me. There’s more to a relationship than that. Besides, there are other ways to kiss.”

This breaks him out of his kissless stupor. “There are? Tell me, tell me!” Sun practically shakes where he sits. “Better yet, show me!” He opens his arms wide, inviting you to do as you please.

Taking one of his large hands in your own, you place a kiss on the back of his hand, leaving a lipstick mark on the shiny plastic. While he didn’t have pupils, you could feel Sun’s eyes burning into you. He didn’t want to miss a single second!

The touch sensors in his arms and hands weren’t that sensitive. Kids sure did like to scratch, kick, and bite. But even so, he could still feel your lips pressing fluttering kisses to his casing. Laughter bubbled up in his voice box. 

Kiss after kiss lined Sun’s arm. Even if it left stains, this is one mess he could let slide. You took his other arm in your hands, mimicking your previous affections. Kissing back up his arms, you reach his faceplate. Sun’s giggling gets louder as your lips kiss the hard surface of his cheeks.

“Hey, your shift’s almost over. Get ready to clock out.” Vanessa’s voice rings from your watch. 

When you pull away to answer, Sun tries to follow your lips. “Alright, I’ll be at the office in a moment.” Sun lets out another round of laughter.

“Oh, you’re with him… Your pay gets docked when you stay overtime, you know. Make sure to leave before the shutters close.” With that last sentence, Vanessa cuts off her line.

With excited, shaking hands, Sun brings your face closer to his. “Keep kissing me! Please, please, please!” His begging is cut short as he listens to Moon say something. “Awww, but I’m not done!” Sun still gets up to turn the lights off, moping the whole way there.

Bright red optics suddenly appear in front of your eyes. The lights glow against your skin. Moon clicks a flashlight on, making his faceplate look more menacing than he probably intended. “You weren’t thinking about leaving, were you? Not when you haven’t given me the same attention Sun got, right?” 

“Oh, of course not, Moon!” Cupping his face in your hands, you leave a kiss mark on his forehead.

You bring your trail of kisses down to his nose, trailing along the curve, up to the corner of his eye. Moon lets out that raspy laugh of his. He tugs you closer, craving the warmth of your skin against the cold of his plastic.

He watched as you kissed down his face and neared his chest. “Sun was whining all day, worrying over us not being able to kiss you.” Moon snickered. “He was fretting over nothing, as usual. But I must admit, he’s right about some things.” 

His ‘breath’ hitched as he watched you kiss right where his heart would be. The fans in his chest cavity kicked into overdrive as they tried to cool his circuits, trying their best not to overheat. “Kissing you would be a dream.” 

Letting out a laugh of your own, you press another soft kiss on Moon’s chest. “I guess I’ll have to do the kissing for all three of us.” Punctuating your sappy sentence, you kiss their sculpted-on smile. An audible puff of air leaves the daycare attendant’s chassis.

 “Attention Pizza Plex Guests and Staff. The Pizza Plex’s doors will close in ten minutes.” An automated voice rang over the building’s speakers.

More alert than before, you get up from the closet door. “I gotta go!” You were not trying to spend the night here. “Bye, Moon. Bye, Sun. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to wash that lipstick off!”

They weren’t really listening, absolutely high on kisses. For a few hours, they simply rest in the daycare’s storage closet, gushing to each other about you. Well, more Sun than Moon.

Once it was time for Moon to do his rounds around the Pizza Plex, he’d forgotten about the lipstick covering his exoskeleton. It wasn’t until Monty knocked on the glass of his room.

“You having a good night, Moon?” It was like the smirk in Monty’s voice was audible from his voicebox. “Seems like you had a lot of fun.”

Seeing his reflection in the glass, Moon lets out a growl. How could he forget to wash off all this lipstick? “Not a word of this to anyone.” Moon scratched his fingers down the window, leaving marks behind. He turns tail to head back to the daycare and wash the stains off of himself.

Unknowing to the lunar animatronic, Monty had already sent a message to all the other bots.

[roosterr]

white flag ✹ ch 2

note: thank you all again for the support on this series im seriously so grateful <3 not sure how to feel abt this part but pls enjoy anyway <3

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 3.0k

no use of y/n readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: the gang goes out to the pub, and against your better judgement you decide to tag along. you end up having far too much to drink and ghost has no choice but to look after you.

warnings: ghost is less mean (but it's still ghost), the usual angst, hurt/comfort, arguing, some ambiguous drunken confessions, mentions of throwing up but i kinda skipped over it

ao3

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the relentless buzzing of your phone next to your head wakes you from your slumber. you groan, squinting at the screen to see soap's name on the caller id. you answer and lift the phone up to your ear, rubbing your eyes with the other hand as you pull yourself up to sit.

"hey! where are you?" soap's voice is almost deafening in your ear as soon as you pick up, you have to hold the phone away from you to save your hearing. "y'are still comin', right?" the faint noise of a crowd can be heard in the background, reminding you of what soap's question means.

you check the clock on your phone and wince at the time; it was almost nine, and you were supposed to meet them at the pub at eight.

"ugh," you clear your throat, your voice croaking from having just woken up, "yeah– yeah, i'm coming. just gimme, like, fifteen minutes."

"awright, l.t. said you was still asleep," soap chuckles, clearly amused by your sleep-addled state. you sit up and throw the blankets off your legs, swinging them over the side of the thin mattress and beginning the search for some clean clothes.

you hadn't gotten out of bed all day, opting to stay in your comfy pyjamas and barely leaving the living room except to briefly eat and use the bathroom. after the the disaster that was yesterday, you felt you deserved to have a lazy day for once.

"oh, so he already left without me? why am i not surprised?" you grumble, balancing your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you pull on some trousers.

"he said he didn't wanna wake you!" soap is half laughing as he replies. you have to hold back your scoff as you put him on speaker and drop the phone onto the coffee table as you quickly put your shirt on.

"yeah, okay." your voice is dripping with sarcasm, and you can't help but roll your eyes, even though he can't see it, "i'll be there, hanging up now, buh-bye."

you just about hear his muffled 'bye!' before you press the red button and shove your phone into your pocket. 

you really didn't feel like being social right now, but maybe being around your friends and letting go is what you need right now. you could just ignore ghost – it's not like it'd be hard, you were fully expecting him to completely avoid you all night. knowing him, he'd probably make you walk home by yourself again.

the walk to the pub is uneventful, thankfully dry, and it takes you twenty minutes instead of fifteen. you feel a little bad for making them wait, but they've been there over an hour already, an extra five wouldn't hurt.

the noise of the crowd hits you as soon as you walk into the old building, and you hope it isn't noticeable the way you frown at the sight of how packed it was. you were feeling even less like socialising now that you were actually here, but it was too late to turn back now. your eyes scan the room, searching for your teammates in the sea of people. you spot a familiar mohawk fairly quickly, and begin pushing your way through the crowd to the booth he and gaz are occupying.

you glance towards the bar and price and ghost both there, too locked in conversation to notice your arrival. you'd have to find price later to say hello.

"sting, you made it!" soap's cheery voice brings you back to the present. he pats your shoulder as you slump into the seat next to him, and gaz slides your usual order across the table to you.

"ordered for you a minute ago." gaz smiles, leaning forward on his elbows, "figured you could use it."

"you're legend, gaz, honestly." you chuckle in response, taking a drawn out sip and relaxing in your seat. as much as you would rather still be in bed right now, you couldn't deny you needed it.

"you okay? you look a bit worse for wear." gaz asks, his gaze turning serious as he takes in your exhaustion.

did you? you hadn't actually looked at your reflection before you left the house, you simply hoped that you didn't look too dishevelled and didn't think twice about it. you suppose the bags under your eyes must be quite heavy after the nosedive your life seems to have taken lately.

"charming, thanks for that." you mutter, teasingly raising your brows at him as you take another sip of your drink.

"sorry, sorry," he and soap both laugh, before he regards you with a more concerned look, "but seriously, you doin' alright?"

"i'm fine, just tired, you know how it is." you dismiss his question with a wave of your hand, hoping he'll drop the subject and you can get started on forgetting about the events of this week. "sorry for being late, by the way."

"make it up to us with another round?" soap wiggles an eyebrow at you, tilting his empty glass at you and nudging your arm. 

"since you asked so nicely," you say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes. they both give you a triumphant 'thanks!' as you slide out of the booth and begin making your way through the crowds of people to the bar.

as you approach, you see ghost standing by himself at the bar, a black surgical mask cover the lower half of his face, and before you can stop yourself your legs are already leading you to the empty spot next to him. as usual he doesn't acknowledge you, but you can't find it in yourself to care through the buzz of the alcohol in your system.

you flag down the bartender and order the drinks for the three of you while adamantly trying to ignore the large presence next to you; you'd barely started on your first drink, but you were going to need more than that to get through this, especially if you and ghost were going to be dancing around each other all night.

the next couple of hours are filled with you downing drink after drink, steadily becoming less and less intelligible as the night progresses. at some point gaz excused himself to go chat with price at the bar, leaving just you and soap at the table. though you couldn't see ghost when you looked over, you had no doubt he was lurking in some shadowy corner somewhere, just watching.

"he's just so…" you wave your hands around, willing johnny to somehow understand your point as the words escape you, "...y'know?"

"do i know?" he laughs, obviously very amused by your drunken state.

"mean! he's rude and uncooperative, and it pisses me off." you groan, pressing your fingers into your temples. venting to someone about ghost was somewhat cathartic for you, even if that someone was his closest friend.

"aye, that's not how you really feel though, is it?" soap raises his brow, that insufferably teasing smirk on his lips as he gives you a light nudge.

"wha–" you gawk, freezing in the motion of downing your drink – you'd lost count of how many you'd had at this point. you narrow your eyes and glare at him, "garrick… he grassed didn't he?"

"you think i needed him to tell me?" soap laughs again, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought that you were really that obvious. "but seriously, you should talk to him."

"i should, right? i mean… we live together, it's not unreasonable to ask him to be civil."

"exactly!" he exclaims, making encouraging gestures at you with his hands. "maybe you two can get a bit more than civil," he grins mischievously and wiggles his eyebrows at you, earning an embarrassed groan from you.

"oh, shut up soap." you hiss, gulping down the rest of your drink in one go. "i'm not drunk enough for this…"

after that conversation, your concept of time truly left the building, along with any reservations you had about moderation. eventually you do find time to say hi to price, though you think he was probably laughing at how out of your mind you were rather than the hilarious joke you told him.

you're not sure what time it is when gaz, soap, and the captain track you down to say goodnight, leaving the pub with much more coherency than you when ghost drags you out with him.

the freezing temperature hits you as soon as you step over the threshold, but thankfully there's more than enough alcohol in you to keep you warm.

you started the night fully intending to give ghost the cold shoulder, but that was hours and however many drinks ago; now you were long past the fun part of being wasted and the depressive nature of it all was hitting you hard.

"i wish you– you didn't hate me…" you mutter, dragging your feet as you follow behind ghost. he's not walking as quickly as he did yesterday, but even in your inebriated state you can tell he's making sure to stay ahead of you.

"i don't." he replies dismissively, evoking an exasperated, albeit rather dramatic sigh from you. of course he was going to argue about it, owning up and apologising would be far too mature.

"y–" you hiccup, "yeah you do," frustration lacing your voice. you slow your pace until you completely stop walking, staring at the back of his head with narrowed eyes.

"i don't hate you, sting." he sighs, half turning his body to look at you. "come on, keep walkin'." he gestures with his head.

"ugh…" you groan, but comply and stumble forward catch up to him again "then why're you such a fuckin' prick all the time?" you glare at the side of his masked face now that you're walking next to him.

he says nothing, doesn't even look at you. if you didn't know any better, you would doubt he even heard your question.

"i don't hate you, y'know…" you mumble,  crossing your arms over your chest. "even though you're so– so horrible to me all the time." the urge to cry overwhelms you, your eyes falling to your boots as you shuffle along.

"i'm n–"

"you are!" you interrupt, throwing your arms out to the side and stopping in your tracks again. "every day you say shit to me, i don't– i don't get it! i don't know what to do…" you sniffle, dragging a hand over your face and taking a wobbly step backwards, away from ghost. "why can't you just be nice? like everyone else?"

the night air is cold, and so tense you can almost feel it. ghost's hands curl into tight fists by his sides as he stares you down. 

"i'm your lieutenant, sting, not your mate." he states it like a common fact as he reaches an arm out to you, stepping towards you. "you're drunk, come here."

you don't let him get close, however, and take another few steps backwards. "but you're friends with soap, and gaz, and even the captain!" your eyes well up with tears, and despite your best efforts to stop them, you feel the hot sting of them rolling down your cheeks. "what did i do wrong? why can't you like me too?"

again, he does nothing but stare at you. he blinks once, then twice, in what you might call shock – if you could see his face through the way the world spins around you.

"i like you!" you cry. "i always have, and you– you don't have to like me back, but please," you close your eyes in an attempt to alleviate your sudden dizziness, "just stop being such a dickhead to me! you make my life so difficult, and– and miserable!"

"sting…" ghost mutters, watching as you crouch down on the pavement with your head in your hands. he steps closer again, reaching a hand out to awkwardly pat your shoulder. "is that why you got yourself hammered tonight?"

"yes!" you whine through your tears, your head still swimming and causing you to sway slightly. "like you care!"

"listen," he begins, but you quickly cut him off by lurching forward onto your hands and knees on the harsh pavement.

"i'm gonna throw up–"

✹✹✹

"i'm sorry," you blubber, feeling rather pathetic where you're slumped next to the toilet, "please don't kick me out," tears still fall into your lap, but you gave up wiping them away a while ago.

"what?" ghost mutters from next to you. his calloused hands were keeping you upright from where he's crouched beside you on the bathroom tile. "why the fuck would i kick you out?"

"be– because i'm annoying, a– and you hate me…"

he sighs, "do you really think that lowly of me? how many times have i gotta say it before it gets through your thick skull?" he gently raps his knuckles against your forehead, "i. don't. hate you."

when you only sniffle in response, he sighs again before shifting to sit with his back against the bath next to you.

"well you could've fooled me…" you mutter, letting yourself lean against his side when the effort of keeping yourself up gets too much. you feel him flinch slightly and tense underneath you, but he doesn't move.

"i'm not good with…" he pinches the bridge of his nose, his head tilted downwards and his eyes squeezed shut. "i'm not kickin' you out, alright? no matter how much you piss me off." he pauses, and all you can do is watch him with your mouth slightly agape; this is the most he's ever said to you in one go since you met all those months ago. "and i shouldn't have run off last night. i just… i didn't realise you actually wanted to be friends… with me."

"bu…" your voice trails off, train of thought completely abandoned when he looks over and meets your gaze with his rich brown eyes.

"you're… you– i, er…" his eyes dart away from yours, finding a spot on the wall behind you to stare intently at. a sudden wave of exhaustion floods your senses, dropping your head onto his shoulder and allowing your eyes to fall closed, interrupting whatever thought he was trying to articulate. "fuckin' hell, alright… you're drunk, let's just get you to bed, eh?" his voice is just about audible as he manoeuvres your arm over his shoulders and lifts you to stand with practically no input from you.

he all but drags you out of the bathroom, and if you had any shred of coherency left within you you'd be mortified that he had to take care of you like this, but that's something for you to deal with in the morning.

you're pulled into the the living room where ghost drops you rather unceremoniously onto the sofa-bed, tugging the blankets from underneath you and settling them on top of your already half asleep form.

"night ghosty…" your sigh is muffled with your face buried into the pillow, but he pauses in the doorway when he hears it.

"goodnight, sting." he mumbles, before quietly shutting the door and letting you drift to sleep.

you wake up the next morning – or rather afternoon, since it was already one o'clock – with an absolutely splitting headache. it was expected, obviously, but it didn't stop you whining in pain as you sat up and clutched your head. how much did you end up drinking last night?

last night. right. it was all coming back to you now. you'd cried at ghost again, for the second night running, and even though he said he wasn't kicking you out, you would seriously prefer living on the streets to facing him right now.

you reluctantly emerge from the living room and squint at the bright daylight, groaning pitifully when your head pulses. maybe you should save yourself the trouble and just go back to sleep.

"so, you survived the night." ghost's voice calls from the kitchen, sounding incredibly unimpressed. you cringe at his words, naively hoping that he'd pretend the night before didn't happen like you so desperately wanted to.

"did i?" you grumble, walking through the doorway to find him sitting at the kitchen table, clad in his usual balaclava. you lean against the counter and massage your temples, "feel like i've been shot…"

"maybe you'll keep your head on straight next time. i don't want a repeat of that."

you purse your lips. "right…" you mutter, no energy left in you to come up with a retort.

"i had to drag you home, cryin' your eyes out." he gets up as he speaks, grabbing his cup and skirting around you to place it in the sink. he keeps his distance, but you see him watching you from the corner of your eye. "anyone would'a thought i was kidnappin' you."

"oh god…" you bury your face in your hands, your face heating up with the humiliation of the memory, "i'm sorry,"

"s'alright." he mumbles, still opting to gaze out of the window rather than meet your eyes. you blink in surprise at his short dismissal, but before you can formulate a response, he speaks again. "have a shower, sting. you stink."

you open your mouth to argue, but quickly forget about that idea. he was right, of course. without another word, you scurry out of the kitchen and lock yourself in the bathroom. you drag your hand over your face, willing the floor to just swallow you whole already.

you might as well have just died in your sleep, because you can't see ghost letting you live any of this down for as long as you live; though, as you stand there contemplating fleeing the country, you notice that he hadn't been nearly as pissed as you'd expected him to be this morning. you'd anticipated him grilling you about how careless you'd been and how irresponsible it was to drink that much, but the light teasing you'd endured just now felt more like the kind of banter you witnessed between him and soap, or gaz.

you can't help the giddy smile that overtakes you, your killer hangover nearly forgotten in favour of the thought of him finally letting you get close to him.

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whoa, were going to ibiza! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble - pt. 2

well you guys have spoken and here is the second part as promised.

thanks to @alotofpockets and @lvnleah for helping me out along the way!

The day after the confrontation in the restaurant that led to you leaving and going back to the villa, the girls had all decided to go out and hire a boat for the day to enjoy the sun in Ibiza.

Despite the fact that you didn’t want to initially come on holiday, you can’t deny that you aren’t enjoying yourself while splashing around in the water with Grace.

“Aye, Monkey?” Grace calls over to get your attention.

“Yo, what’s up, Clinton Cards?” You turn to look at the older girl.

Grace frowns in confusion, "Wha... Anyways, do you wanna try and tip Lessi off her board with me? Are you up for it?" She questions.

You scoff in agreement, "Please, its' like you don't know me at all! Lets' do it!"

Mischievously, the pair of you approach the paddle board where Alesssia is minding her own business while lounging around and enjoying the Ibiza sun.

"Ready?" Grace checks with you.

You nod in agreement, "Ready."

Alessia catches the two of you and eyes you suspiciously, "What're you two up to?" She wonders.

Grace shrugs her shoulders nonchalant, resting her arms on the side of the paddleboard, "Nothing... Ya know, just chilling! Right, Monkey?"

Your grin is mischievous, but mirrors Graces' innocent tone, "Yus, totally just enjoyin' the water, innit." You state.

"Really? I'm not buying that," Alessia narrows her eyebrow and continues to look at the two of you, "You two definitely look like you're planning something."

Grace starts to give you a subtle look, with the silent understanding between you both as you start to move closer towards the blonde, trying to uphold the innocent act.

"Who, us?" Grace asks, fauxing a gasp with her Scouse accent evident, "We wouldn't dream of it."

"You two are up to no good, I can tell," Alessia rolls her eyes, but can't help to suppress a smile.

With a swift and coordinated movement, you and Grace move to both reach to hold onto one side of the paddleboard each.

"Hi Butterfingers!" You grin wickedly at the blonde, "Bye butterfingers!"

Alessia's eyes widen in realisation, "Monkey, no--" Before she can even finish her protests, she's completely thrown off the board.

"Hey!" Alessia yells in a panic, plunging her into the water as she comes up spluttering for water, "You pair, you little-- I knew you were up to no good!"

Both yourself and Grace can't help burst into laughter while Alessia retaliates back by splashing the two of them, before long the three of you start to get involved in a water fight, not long until Ella and Anna decide to join in as well.

"I'm going to get you both back for that!" Alessia states, lunging towards you, while you duck under the water to escape.

"Heeeeeelp me! Heeeeelp! Lessi's gonna kill me!" You squeal, jumping up onto the decking and trying to bolt from the blonde, whos' hot on your tail, "Save me from Butter fingers!"

Overhearing the commotion, Jordan is curious to find out what is going on as she's taken by surprise by you bolting right towards her soaking wet from the water, "What's goin' on?"

"Shes' trying to kill meeeeee!" You screech aloud, doing no more than jumping right onto Jordan who's left in shock at the sudden change of emotions towards her.

The older woman chuckles in amusement, "Enjoyin' yourself, little one?" She questions, glad to see a smile on your face and that you are somewhat happy now.

Freezing at these words, it’s like the simple old familiar nickname made you snap in the sudden realisation that Jordan isn't the person you're supposed to run to at the minute, in fact the older woman is the one that you hold a sense of resentment for.

So with that being said, you scramble up from her lap and walk slowly backwards towards the edge of the deck, "Oh... Uh yeah, uh buh-bye!" 

"Monkey... You okay, little one?" Jordan wonders, concerned at your abrupt change of mood.

Grace comes up from behind you and can sense the tension in the air between the two of you, slightly pushing you so you fall back into the water, “Whoops. Didn’t mean to make you slip.” She grins and dives back into the water after you.

"Did we... Did we just have a moment? Was that a breakthrough?" Jordan thinks to herself, trying not to spiral in her own thoughts and get too hopeful about things.

"She'll come round Jord, just give her time," Beth reassures her friend, patting her on the shoulder as she knows she must be finding this difficult.

"You alright, Jords?" Katie approaches, seeing the way that her best mate looks so upset about things.

Jordan exhales a deep sigh and nods slightly, "I... I guess so mate.”

"It's still gettin' to you, huh?" Katie questions, knowingly as she moves to sit beside her friend.

"Yeah... I mean, I thought we had a breakthrough there," Jordan admits, slumping her shoulders.

Katie hums in agreement, "Oh, I see..." 

What neither Jordan or Katie realise is that you have gotten out the water again needing a drink and you end up overhearing the conversation between the two of them and you can’t help but want to listen in.

"I know Beth says to give her time to come around but this resentment hurts,” Jordan admits, hanging her head low as she exhales another sigh, “Especially when it's my own kid that is rejecting me in the way that she is.” She adds.

"She will come around though, Jord,” Katie reassures her friend in a gentle tone, “You just have to keep showing up for her like you are.”

You can’t help but think about the truth behind the words, you really have been so awful to Jordan this whole time, but for what reason?

Thinking about it more, there isn’t a reason.

The woman has been there for you throughout, regardless of the fact that you had been so horrible and tried to push her away. Jordan has always shown up even after she moved– She was still always trying to be there for you.

You were just too stubborn to realise it.

“Jordy,” You approach the two of them as you give them a shy look, “I… I’m sorry. I have been horrible for no reason.”

“That’s my queue to leave you pair to talk,” Katie smiles at her friend, patting Jordan on her shoulder before she stands up, ruffling your hair and walking away to give you both the space to talk.

“You okay, kid?” Jordan begins the conversation noting your apprehension to say anything at the minute, “Do you want to come sit down?” She offers.

You're hesitant to agree but regardless you still move to perch beside her, “Um, I… I wanted to say sorry, uh again.” 

“It’s okay kid,” Jordan tells you smiling at you sympathetically, “You don’t need to apologise. I can understand that it has been tough to be here.” She adds.

Shaking your head in disagreement, you need to try and get the words out, “No, no, I do need too… I do need to say sorry cos’ I’ve been completely horrible to you for no reason at all.” You tell her, feeling guilty about the way you’ve been behaving towards her.

The older woman smiles sympathetically, “You had your reasons though, kid.”

“I didn’t have a reason to be so horrible though, I was angry and lashing out… And I miss Le,” You tell her honestly, “All I’ve ever known is you both… and you… you left to go to Aston Villa and I was so upset about that, so I hung onto the idea of resenting you and trying to push you away, but despite me being the way I was, you always came back... " You pause as you peer up to stop the tears escaping your eyes, "You've still always been there, you've shown up when you didn't need too cos' you're my Mama and that's what you do."

You’ve never actually openly called either Jordan or Leah your mums’ apart from when you have been upset or tired, but they are the closest people to that right now, so it feels right to call her that.

Jordan is your Mama, regardless of blood or not.

"Of course I'm always gonna show up for you... little one," Jordan lets' the word slip out of her mouth like an old familiar pattern as you lunge into her arms and wraps your arms around her, "I know things have been hard to handle, but regardless of wherever I am, I will always still love you so much, okay? Nothing about that will ever change!"

"You... You promise?" You start to sob into Jordan's shoulder.

Jordan smiles and holds you tighter in her arms, "I promise, little one. I'm only ever one phone call away, alright? You and Buddy are 2 of the most important people in my life!"

"Love you Jordy," You murmur, resting her head on the older woman's shoulder, “I need at least one fun parent in my life cos’ Le is stricter than ever sometimes. You get high one time and suddenly it’s this huge deal, I totally didn’t deserve to even be grounded!”

Jordan chuckles in amusement and shakes her head, “I can be the fun one as long as you don’t completely push it, eh?” She jokes, ruffling her hair.

“Deal,” You grin satisfied with that answer.

“Oi, you pair!” Beth calls out to break up the conversation from where she is standing, “I hate to interrupt the moment, but we’re heading to the club soon. Better get ready!”

“Yeah we’re comin’ now,” Jordan replies to the blonde, shaking her head, “Way to ruin the moment Beth.” She speaks, loud enough for you both to hear.

You can’t help but giggle in response, “That’s what Beefy does,” You tell her, using the nickname you’d come up with for the blonde woman.

Jordan chuckles in amusement as she shifts you off her lap so she can stand up, “Ready to go, little one?” She asks, looking at you.

“I’m ready to danceeeeee!” You exclaim, jumping up from where you sat so you can go off and get ready to head to the club.

“Yo this is so sick!” You scream, bouncing around to the live DJ set currently going on, the lights are vibrant and the atmosphere is great.

“Ain’t it just!” Grace shouts back in response.

“Ay kid, you got some moves!” Ella notes, beaming a wide smile as she watches you have a wail of a time with the rest of them.

You’re feeling in a better mood now you’ve made up with Jordan and talked about things, but there was still one person you were still not so keen to be near right now.

Katie,

You’ve been avoiding going near her with the words still sticking in your head.

“Hey, kid,” Speak of the devil, the Irish girl approaches you cautiously, “You and me cool again, now? I didn’t mean to upset you,” She wonders.

You bite your bottom lip anxiously and try to back up, “Yeah well you did.”

“Kid, I’m sorry. Come on…” Katie states, trying to not groan in annoyance at your stubbornness, “You’re not one to hold a grudge, are you?”

Scoffing in disagreement, you look at the brunette, “Really? You clearly don’t know me that well then, Leprechaun.” 

“Leprechaun, really?” Katie looks slightly offended with the nickname you had given her.

“Suits yer’ doesn’t it?” You smirk at the older girl.

“Ay, Monkey!” You spin around to look at Alessia who’s shouted over to get your attention, “Come and dance with us!” You're somewhat grateful she’s called you over, at least it’s an attempt to get away from this conversation.

“Sure thing, comin’ now!” Just like that, you head over to the blonde, who’s dancing with Ella and Anna, “Partyyyyy!” You shout, grinning to yourself.

“You’re gonna have to work harder than that, Katie, to get her to forgive you for what she said,” Viv states, watching the engagement between the two of you, “You should know that Monkey’s stubborn when she wants to be.”

“Kids’ stubborn as hell,” Katie grumbles in response.

“Yep,” Beth chuckles in agreement.

Katie watches you dance with some of the girls and she can’t help but feel further guilt about the words that she said as Jordan approaches her and pats her on the back reassuringly, “Just give her some time and she’ll come around,” She repeats the words she had been told earlier on to her best friend.

Despite the remaining tension between you and the Irish woman, you try to forget that by letting yourself enjoy the music and dance with your friends, feeling the weight of the last few days lift off your shoulders as Alessia twirls you around.

“See? Told you that dancing would make you feel better!” The blonde grins as you both dance.

“Yeah, you’re right, Lessi. This is awesome!” Your enjoying yourself and having fun when you feel your phone start to vibrate in your pocket which pulls your attention away when you see who it is, “Oh, hold on. Malfoy’s calling me. I’ll be back!” Trying to find a more quiet area is a bit of a challenge in such a busy place, but you’re keen to be able to talk to her.

“You alright, little one?” Jordan wonders, noting you walk away from the group.

You nod in response, “Yeah, Le’s callin’ me so I’m just gonna go and take it.”

“Alright, don’t wander off too far,” Jordan tells you, ruffling your hair much to your annoyance.

“Jord,” You grumble and attempt to dip under her arm as you swipe to answer, “Ello? New phone, who dis’?” You can’t help but playfully joke with the woman on the other end of the phone.

There's a short gasp on the other side of the phone, “Oh, you’ve been on holiday for a few days and you’ve already forgotten about me?” She jokes, pretending to act hurt, “I see where I stand, Menace.”

“Ha, fooled ya!” You exclaim just as playful, “Ello’ Malfoy! I’m missin’ youuuuu!” You tell her.

“Well you sound like you’re in a good mood,” Leah picks up on your playful mood to be a good sign on the other end of the phone, “I guess that you and Jord are speaking now?” She asks.

“Oh yeah, we’re good! We spoke and stuff, things are like chill now,” You tell the blonde, honestly.

“Really? I’m glad to hear that,” Leah replies on the other end of the phone, “So, you’re enjoying your time away now then?”

“Yep, yep, well I had an argument with Katie, so uh… Things are a bit distant now,” You admit to her, scratching the back of your neck slightly.

“You argued with Katie?” Leah questions, confused, “About what?”

You are a bit apprehensive to tell her what had happened because she can be a bit protective at times, “Oh, well uh, she brought things up from the past.”

“Like what?” Leah asks, curiously.

“Well, she said something along the lines of my mum and dad abandoning me–” You don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before she’s cut you off.

“She did what?!” The blonde shouts aloud in anger.

You wince slightly and pull the phone away to spare your own ears from going deaf, “Le, man. Calm down.”

“She has no right to say those things, no right at all. That is completely out of order for her to say that!” Leah’s off ranting in anger and you can’t get a word in edgeways, “No right at all!”

“Le, it’s fine… Calm down, honestly, it’s fine,” You tell her, trying to get the blonde to cool her temper down ever so slightly, even though you’re definitely not okay still, “You’re more upset about this than I am.” You try and joke to make the situation light.

“Yes, I am mad. I… I  can’t believe she would– How could she say… Why would she say that?” Leah continues to rant down your ear, feeling angry about the whole ordeal, “I hope that Jordan said something to her!” She turns her attention to mention her ex girlfriend.

“Um, I think so?” You tell her, narrowing her eyebrows, “I’m just trying to keep my distance right now.” You admit to the blonde, trying to diffuse the situation.

You can tell Leah is mad right now, probably so mad that she would get in a cab to come and speak with the Irish brunette herself, but that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

You don’t want a fight.

Leah on the other end of the phone probably does, “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Monkey. I can’t believe she said those things to you!” You can tell that she’s trying to control her emotions, “I swear when I see her– I have a good mind to get in a cab and…”

“I know, but I’m okay, Le. Honestly,” You try and keep the blonde from getting in a cab right there and then, “You don’t need to come here, it’s fine!” You tell her.

There’s a sigh on the other end of the phone, “You’re sure?” She asks.

“Mhm, I’m doin’ alright, I just… I miss you,” You admit to her, honestly.

“I miss you too, my cheeky Monkey,” Leah is quick to reply back in agreement, “It won’t be long until you’re home next week.” She adds.

“And then we can go and buy more Lego?” You wonder, cheekily.

“I don’t know about that now,” The blonde laughs on the other end of the phone, “I’m glad you’re back on good terms with Jord again.”

You hum in agreement, “Yeah, me too.”

“She loves you just as much as she loves Buddy,” Leah tells you, honestly and it makes you smile automatically, “As far as we’re both concerned, you’re our kid, okay?”

“I… Uh, okay,” You’re lost for words, you never know how to respond to words like that.

“Monkey! Are you coming to dance?” You hear Ella shout out to get your attention from where you stand chatting to Leah on the phone.

Whipping your head around, you look over to where the brunette is standing with Alessia, “Be there in a minute, hold on!” You tell before you turn your attention back to the phone call, “Le, I gotta go. I wanna dance!”

“Oh sounds like fun, don’t let me stop you,” Leah let out a laugh on the other side of the phone, “Don’t get falling asleep now.” She teases.

“Seriously? I can’t help it when I’m tired. I gotta go anyway.” You whine in disagreement as you huff as you realise one thing.

You had called Jordan your Mama, but you’re yet to actually call Leah your Mum.

They have both been there for you more than anyone, it doesn’t feel right to call one without the other.

“You know I’m only messing with you,” Leah laughs at her own expense, “Go off and have fun!”

“I will, I will! I’m gonna go now anyways, so buh-bye Mum, love you!” You say without even thinking twice about it.

Leah quietly gasps on the other end of the phone, "I… I love you too, my girl. Have fun!" You hang the phone up on your end none the wiser that on the other end of the phone, the blonde starts sobbing as all her friends rally round to find out what the matter is.

"Le, what's wrong?" Keira questions, concerned.

"Has something happened with Monkey?" Holly chimes in, concerned.

"What's going on?" Alex is concerned with the blonde's tears.

"Monkey just called me mum," Leah states, tearfully smiling as she tells her friends, "My girl just called me mum!"

The rest of your holiday in Ibiza has been fun and before you knew it, it's soon coming to an end and you're due to fly back to London along with the girls, other than Katie, who is taking another flight to Paris to support Caitlin in the Olympics.

You wish you could go out there and support Kyra, but you have to get back to training.

"Flights' boarding soon, kid,” Jordan pulls you out of your thoughts, standing up in front of you.

You nod briefly and keep your attention to your phone in your hand,  "Okay.”

In your defence, you would be more enthusiastic about it if it wasn’t for the early time that you’re at the airport.

Why is it that every time you fly, all the flights are super early in the morning? It completely sucks waking up early enough to be dragged to an airport.

"Have you thought about who you want to sit beside on the plane?" Jordan questions.

"Nope," You tell her, trying to fight to keep your eyes awake even though you’re incredibly tired.

That’s what sleep deprivation does to you, such fun.

"Well there's still time to decide I guess,” Jordan frowns as she ruffles your hair, which just annoys you but of course you’re too tired to care, “Do you want to go and have a look in the shop and see if there's anything you like in there?"

"Sure,” You agree, shrugging your shoulders and standing up from your seat, “Can I get an energy drink?” You try your luck here, you might be able to get away with it a lot better with Jordan at least.

“Nice try, I know you’re banned from drinking those,” Jordan shakes her head in disagreement, resting her hand on your back as you start to walk towards the shop.

As you walk towards the duty free section in the airport, you overhear the announcement for Katie's flight to Paris.

"Wait, wait," With that, you turn back to bolt over to Katie, who's just about to head to her gate, "Leprechaun, wait!" You shout aloud to stop her from walking any further.

"Wha... Do you have to insist on calling me that, Monkey?" Katie's words are thrown aside as you throw your arms around her in a tight hug, "Uh, what's all this about?"

"I... I don't want you to leave when you think I'm mad at you cos' I'm not anymore...  I forgive you!" You exclaim, peering up to look at her with your arms still wrapped around her.

Katie starts to smile at your words, “You do? Listen kid, I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't think about it properly," She tells you honestly, “I am sorry.” She repeats.

"It's alright," You shrug your shoulders.

Jordan catches up to you both and glances between the two of you, "Everythin' alright here?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're good," You tell her, nodding in agreement.

"Right, I gotta catch my flight or I'm gonna miss it," Katie realises as she hears her flight number get called out again, “You gotta let go, shorty.” She jokes, ruffling your hair.

You're too tired to even care about her messing it up right now, but you had to make sure you spoke to her before she flew to Paris.

"Have a safe flight, mate. Tell Caitlin that we said hi and good luck as well!" Jordan states, enveloping her best friend in a warm hug.

Katie returns the hug and smiles at Jordan, "I will do, thanks mate. I hope you guys have a safe flight back to London as well!" She tells you both, “Stay out of trouble, Monkey.” She jokes.

"Bye, Leprechaun!" You hug the woman tightly again before she heads off to her gate, "Okay, now can we go and check out the lego before we catch our flight?" You wonder.

Jordan chuckles and wraps her arm around your shoulder, "Course we can, that was mature of you to do. I'm proud of you, little one."  She tells you, honestly.

You all but drag Jordan into the shop as soon as you set your eyes on a new lego set, it's one you've been wanting for a while and you're ecstatic to see it there in sight, "Ohhhhhh my gawd!"

If you weren’t awake before then you definitely are now.

Lego is love, lego is life!

Jordan however doesn’t understand your urgency or excitement as you’re rushing towards it, "Wha... Aye, kid. Slow down-- Where are you off?"

"Looky, looky! They have it, they have it. I neeeeeed to get it!" You bounce up and down on your toes and point with your index finger to the lego set in front of you.

"The lego car?" Jordan looks at you gone out.

"Pleaseeeeee, it's not just any lego car. It's the Lego Technic 42160 Audi RS Q e-tron Remote Control Car Toy," You don't care if you sound like a complete nerd, you absolutely do need it, "I need it, I do! I do!"

"You don't say," Jordan chuckles, amused by your knowledge.

You stare at it in complete awe, "I've been wantin' to get this for ages, but mean Malfoy said no last time because I spent all my monthly allowance-- I need to get it so much!" You all but tell her, wanting that right now more than anything.

“Alright then,” Jordan nods as she looks over it, “Well go ahead, pick it up then and we’ll get it.”

You spin your head around to look at her in shock, “Wait, what?” You’re not sure if you heard it right.

“I’ll buy it for you,” Jordan tells you, laughing in amusement at your shocked face.

“You will?!” You stare at her with wide eyes, “No way!” You exclaim in excitement, your inner childlike happiness coming out when it comes to Lego.

“Yeah, it’s my treat,” The older woman agrees with you, glad to see you look so happy once again.

You grin and eagerly pick one up, “"Yeeees, thanks Jordy. I love youuuuuu!"

"I love you too, little one. C'mon let's go and pay for it then," Jordan chuckles, heading over to purchase your new toy which you can't wait to set up the minute that you get home, before you head to meet the rest of the girls.

"Whatcha got there, Monkey?" Ella wonders, spotting you practically running back to them.

"New LEGO! Looky, check it out!" You are excited enough to show it off to anyone who cares.

"Wow, that looks cool!" Vic admires it.

You grin in agreement, "Don't it just?"

"You've gone and spoiled her already? That didn't take long, Jord," Beth jokes with her friend.

"It's just one thing, it's not a big deal," Jordan rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "The kid deserves it, don't she?"

"You're too soft, you know she has an obsession with Lego, right? Leahs' house has more lego house in it than she knows what to do with it,"

"Then I'm sure she'll be thrilled for something else," Jordan remarks, smirking as she takes in the joy on your face with your new remote control car, "Look how happy she looks!" She adds.

"Mhm, I do have to admit that she does seem happy," Beth replies in agreement, "I'm glad you have both made up, Monkey does need you despite how stubborn she is."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm glad we've made up too," Jordan tells her, looking over at you and smiles, "I love that kid so much ever since she came into our lives, it broke my heart for her to be so cold and distant towards me."

Soon enough, your flight is called and of course you board the flight with your new remote control in hand, because you're not in any type of rush to lose it.

And much to Jordan's own surprise, it's her that you sit beside on the plane back to London.

Although she does start to dread it ever so slightly when you yap in her ear the whole time, but despite that, she's just glad you're both on good terms again.

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[vanishingstarrs]

loss of my life ( k. bakugo x reader, anxiety, depression, mourning, stages of grief, character death mentioned, some self deprecation OR your boyfriend laments the loss of his life and struggles through the reality of being the one left alive ) ( and what if i was feeling sad ) ( i’m actually so sorry omg xx ) ( play loml by taylor swift if u want this to hit extra hard </3 )

The sky was crying.

Katsuki Bakugo disliked nothing more than the rain, the whole concept of it made him feel extremely weak— useless. Not only did the heavy downpour make it harder for him to produce sweat and therefore harder to use his quirk, but being drenched made everything much slower and heavier, so cold and lifeless. He never understood what you liked about it so much.

Not until he was sitting on a bench, tears and rainwater blurring his vision, the two liquids blending together and making it hard to distinguish whether he was crying. He tilted his head back, letting the water pelt against his skin as he finally released his breath.

For a moment… it almost felt like the clouds were doing all the hard work for him, he didn’t even have to cry. A sudden crackle of thunder snapped against the sky, screaming so he didn’t have to, angry for him over life’s injustice.

He didn’t understand it. And then he did.

He could understand why you’d sit at the window for hours, staring out at the rain with a serene look in your eyes, your whole body at ease.

The text cursor blinked up at him mockingly as he remained frozen, looking at his phone, your contact pulled up. It was still favorited on his phone. He hit call after a few seconds, letting the other phone in his hands (one he paid for solely so he could keep doing this) go on and on, the special ringtone you’d picked out specifically so you’d know it was him calling played out. Over the speaker he heard it… your voice.

“Hey! It’s Y/N, I’m off saving the world right now so leave it at the beep and I’ll call back… or not ‘cause I hate phone calls… unless you’re my boyfriend… I’ll text ya! Okay bu— beeeeep.”

The recording cut off before you could fully say bye in that signature cute way that was simply so you, it was more of a buh-bye, with you dragging out the final vowel. If anyone else had said it that way he would’ve found it annoying, told them to speak normal. With you… well, he thought anything that you did endearing.

He wished he’d been strong enough to save you.

His finger twitched, and before he knew it his whole hand was shaking. He stared helplessly at it while his heart went haywire inside his chest.

Dying… he was definitely dying. He was dying and he would get to see you again—

“Kacchan?”

It was overwhelming. The tightening in his chest, the sense of nostalgia washing over him, the longing he felt for someone whose blood had run cold months ago.

A familiar voice broke him out of his reverie, Katsuki looked up to meet green eyes.

How he wished they were yours… he’d often get lost in the world behind your eyes, picturing where life would lead the both of you, together.

“What are you doing out here? You hate the rain.”

He was crying.

It was obvious to his childhood friend, even with the rain trying to disguise it. Izuku Midoriya knew him like the back of his hand, and he knew how much he was hurting with your loss.

“I know you don’t feel like celebrating right now, why don’t we go back inside?” Deku continued,“I’ll walk you to your room.”

He’d rather be in yours… a room now empty, it used to be filled with all your things— books, knickknacks, posters on the walls, photos you’d force him to take that he secretly loved being in because it meant you felt he was worth remembering for years to come… he used to love spending time in your dorm if not only for your scent, being enveloped in it made him feel warmer than he’d ever known before…

“She’s gone.” He finally spoke.

You really were gone. You weren’t coming back. You wouldn’t appear once more someday, jumping up from behind him to yell “sike” and laugh off just how good you’d gotten him. You’d never hold his arm again, or force your freezing cold hands under his shirt. Never text him from across the classroom how much you missed him despite having spent the whole morning in his room, getting ready and taking over his whole bed with your makeup. You wouldn’t whine about making the wrong shoe choice for the day and wait for him to begrudgingly let you jump on his back for him to carry you back to the dorms. He’d never hear your annoying laugh again, or stare at the little mole you had under your left eye. The days of flushing in embarrassment when you forced a bit of pda on him in the hallway before class were gone, and so were your secret moments behind closed doors. There was no more holding back, he was crying again.

He wouldn’t see you again.

Izuku gulped, frowning deeply,“I’m so sorry, Kacchan…”

He looked up, eyes somber.

You were the loss of Katsuki Bakugo’s life.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

only a little jealous

words: 700

warnings: established relationship, girls flirting with your boyfriend, drinking

“no seriously, does she not know that we are together?” you ask your friend, watching a girl flaunt herself in front of rafe, who looks completely disinterested as he sips his beer. you’re not even sure if he realizes that she’s showing off for him as she’s dancing right in front of where she’s sat.

“she probably doesn’t care.” your friend replies, and her words ring true when the girl makes eye contact with you, smirking. 

“oh, hell no.” you say, leaving your friend by the table as you head over to rafe. you walk past the girl, making sure to knock into her as she sways her hips. you sit yourself down right on rafes lap, who gives you a big smile, the first one he’s had on his face since you left him to go chat with your girlfriends.

“hi beautiful.” rafe says, squeezing your bare thigh as you peck a kiss to his cheek, leaving a mark with your peach lip gloss.

“hi handsome.” you say in response, smirking as the girl walks away now that you’re back, taking up all of rafes attention, not that he even cared about her in the first place. “you okay, baby?” he asks, squeezing your hip. you nod, but you know the sour look on your face is still evident. 

“babyyy.” rafe warns. you roll your eyes and fall against his body, resting your head against his neck. “i just hate the way everyone flirts with you.”

rafe lets out a barking laugh, making you furrow your brows and pinch his side. “rafe!”

“no, it’s cute, it’s so cute.” rafe laughs, arms squeezing you tightly against him. “you’re so jealous.”

“i’m a little jealous.” you correct him. “and it’s only because girls trip over themselves for you.” “if you’re only a little jealous why’d you come over here as soon as a girl got within five feet?” 

“i just missed you. i’m going back to my friends right now.” you say defiantly, too stubborn to admit that it really bothered you.

“okay…” rafe looks expectantly at you, and you eventually get up. you leave him with a kiss on his lips as you head back to your girlfriends, always meeting his eyes and seeing the smirk on his lips when you glance over at him.

you let out a sigh of relief with topper comes to sit next to rafe. you hope that no girls would interrupt their conversation so you decide it’s finally time to dance. it’s toppers party, and he assured rafe that there wouldn’t be too many guys, that way he could feel secure with letting you go off on your own.

a favorite song of your friend group comes on and you all squeal, heading to the dance floor to twirl around and sing. you dance for a couple more songs until your feet start to hurt in your heels and you need a drink. you leave your friends, promising you’ll be back soon.

you head to the makeshift bar, grabbing a white claw before heading to find rafe. you see him still sitting in the same chair, but instead of topper occupying the sofa next to him, it’s two girls. one is dressed in an incredibly low cut top, you’re honestly surprised that her boobs aren’t completely exposed. 

rafe isn’t even looking towards them, but you can see him replying with one word answers. your blood boils, wishing that people would just leave your boyfriend alone, especially when he clearly wasn’t interested. it’s not like there girls were just looking for a conversation as they twirl their hair and bite their lips.

you walk over, realizing you know one of the girls from high school.

“oh, hey madison.” you say, faking the excitement in your voice. “i see you’ve met my boyfriend. so sweet of you girls to attempt to entertain him while i was dancing, but rafe seems awful bored, so i’ll take over from here.”

madison goes to reply, but you cut her off with a big smile plastered on your face. “buh-bye!” 

you sit down on rafes lap, not even watching them walk away as you place your hand on rafes jaw, guiding his lips against yours. slightly too buzzed to feel embarrassment, you let yourself get lost in the kiss.

“literally so jealous.” rafe mumbles against your lips, biting it gently before releasing it with a chuckle.

“oh if you wanna see jealous, i can go dance with topper.” you say, starting to get up, but rafe grabs your hips and pulls you back down onto his lap, “oh, i don’t think so.”

[look-at-the-soul]

Endless love

(Modern) Tommy Shelby x reader

✨ I wrote this for @justrainandcoffee Alfieversary! My dearest Flor who knew fanfiction and Peaky Blinders would cross our paths! Thank you for always being so kind and generous-and talented!-, becoming mutuals here for a short time and somehow it feels as if we knew each other in person. Cheers to many, many more Alfieversaries!

Summary: Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: we know I try to make moodboards right? 🤭

“Okay, erm so there’s milk storage enough.” Y/N mumbled, taking one more look around the bedroom. “Emma’s nappies are in the first drawer, keep her bunny close to-“

“Her face, I know.” Tommy produced a small chuckle, trying hard not to roll his eyes as he had already heard his wife’s instructions for almost a week. “Love, just leave that there, take a deep breath and have a margarita for me, we’ll be fine.”

Looking down at his six-month old he found her big beautiful eyes staring at him.

Y/N blinked nervously, this was the first trip away from Emma, it’s was a natural thing to be nervous.

“I can’t drink a margarita, remember?” She pointed at her breasts for a clearer message. Although she really wanted one.

This was actually her first real going out in a long time, somehow her life had been turned upside down full of baby trips to the doctor’s appointments, quick trips to get the groceries, restless nights of feedings. Thats why when Tommy insisted she should make the trip with Rose and the girls, she thought it would be a good idea to have a little time to herself.

But suddenly, her phone started ringing and loads of messages arrived simultaneously.

“Are you su-“

Tommy cut his wife’s words. “Yes, now go before Rose comes up to take you.”

Y/N gave Tommy a worried look, she couldn’t help it.

“Say goodbye to mama,” he waved Emma’s little hand. “Buh-bye mam!” He imitated a childish voice.

Y/N felt her heart clenching inside her chest when she kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks.

“If you need anything just call and I’ll be back.” She rushed to say before kissing Tommy’s lips. Stepping out of their home, she blew them a kiss.

Tommy finally felt confident enough to release the air he had been holding. He was beyond nervous for not having his wife around whilst taking care of their baby, he was actually panicking to do anything wrong.

As Tommy closed the door he saw Emma’s lip quiver and a second later, she let out a big cry.

“Oh no, no darling don’t cry.” Tommy tried to soothe her. Small legs kicking with such force that made him think of a small tornado. “It’s alright, mama will be back in a couple of days…” he mumbled tried to get his daughter to settle.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, he tried to rock Emma, but her cries became louder. Pressing the green button so fast that he didn’t look at the name on the screen.

“‘Lo?”

“Is Emma alright? I heard her crying.”

Tommy gasped. “Yes, of course, it’s the television… there’s a baby crying.” He lied.

He noticed Y/N’s hesitation so he rushed to assure her everything was fine and encouraged her to have a great time with her friends. Then, Tommy searched the channel with calm music Y/N used to rock Emma to sleep, in an attempt to settle his baby.

“How can a little thing like you cry so loud?” Tommy sighed defeated. He was one step from giving up. “I don’t know how your mama does it.”

He had tried everything, absolutely everything. And nothing seemed to work.

Was his baby sick? Hurting?

“What is it baby girl?” He wiped away the tears from her eyes, long lashes wet, chubby cheeks red from the intensity of her cries.

A sudden flashback appeared on his mind and with long strides, he walked into their bedroom hoping to find Emma’s bunny in its place. It had been a birth gift by Rose, and his daughter didn’t seem to like anything else.

“Look… here’s your bunny.” He tried tickling her cheeks. “And let’s take Mummy’s blanket alright?”

Tommy felt on the brick of desperation, was he really a useless father? One who couldn’t make his daughter stop crying?

His heart was aching.

Tommy wondered how would they survive for the entire weekend without Y/N. He started seriously doubting his parental skills in that moment.

Wrapping his baby in Y/N’s blanket seemed to bring some comfort for his baby. Groaning he covered his face with one of the thin cloths they used to go outside, it was small piece that only covered his features partially but then he heard a small giggle and a raspberry from Emma.

Startled, he removed the sheet from his face and looked down at what was making her giggle.

“You liked your silly daddy?” He asked mimicking a ridiculous voice.

He tried the trick once more.

And to his surprise, Emma giggled again, there was a bit of droll on her chin, big blue eyes sparkling just for him.

“You like Mr. Napkin?!” He asked in disbelief. “Yes you do!”

Getting up, he got a larger napkin from the kitchen and after covering his face again, but he added his glasses.

“Mr. Napkin needs help to see.” He repeated what it seemed like the best acting performance ever. “Oh! I see a beautiful happy little girl.” He turned to face his baby laying in one of his arms.

Emma laughed uncontrollably and kicked her legs happily.

“You know what? Mr. Napkin needs a smoke.” He announced, producing a cigarette from its case. But once he added it to his performance, he noticed a small pout. “Oh no, no… that’s a bad habit, don’t do it.”

Once he got his little girl to settle again, he sighed relieved when he saw the big yawn she offered.

“Mr. Napkin would like a nap too.”

But before he could close his eyes, his phone started ringing and the sound woke his daughter up.

“Shit. Alfie what do you want?”

“Just making sure you’re in one piece still… heard the Misus are having the time of their lives.” Alfie announced.

“I know you’re miserable when Rose is away, but I’m busy here mate.”

“That’s exactly why I was calling, to offer some child support.”

Tommy snorted. “Alfie the last thing I want is you taking care of my daughter.”

Alfie didn’t took that personally, he knew as a matter of fact that he had the opposite effect in Tommy’s daughter. “When will you finally admit your daughter likes me?”

“She likes pulling at you beard and your dog.”

“Look we both know you’re going to make the girls come back earlier from their trip and the least thing I need is having Rosie mad at me at your fault, so meet me and Cyril at the beach.”

“That sounds like an awful idea.”

“See ya.”

The actual plan worked like wonders, Emma was thrilled to spend time with Cyril, because being honest, he got all protective over Emma, and despite his size he acted like a cotton ball, bringing her sticks. But Tommy wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Of course Alfie teased him endlessly for acting over protective towards the baby just because he made sure his daughter wouldn’t suffer damage from the sun. Or any kind of damage for that matter.

“What are cha gonna do when your little pumpkin starts messing around with boys and-“

Tommy gave him a death stare.

“Wha? You can’t keep her locked mate…” Alfie pointed out as the girl grabbed some sand in her small fist.

“That’s not going to happen.” Tommy answered with a clenched jaw.

Just the mere thought of it, made his insides twist.

And to Alfie, to have the chance to tease Tommy it was like the cherry on top, it was something he wasn’t going to let it pass.

By the time they went back to their apartment, Emma was sound asleep in the back seat.

After changing his baby girl into a pajama set, Tommy walked around the place to set the alarm and taking the remote, he turned off the lights.

To his surprise, he got a message from his wife.

Missing you both like crazy! xx

We missed you too, Emma was thrilled to take a little trip to the beach xx - he replied.

Almost immediately, his phone started ringing and the photo of his wife holding their baby appeared on the screen.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to disturb you, but…” her sweet voice made him smile.

“‘S alright, I was just getting ready to sleep.”

“But it’s still early.” Y/N pointed out turning around to look the hour.

“I am exhausted.” He dragged the words.

Turning the call into video, Y/N noticed the bags under his eyes. The dim light cascading over his cheekbones.

“Looks like someone’s having the time of her life.” He complimented.

“We had a massage and I ordered a virgin cocktail.”

Tommy shook his head. “No booze? What’s the fun in that?”

“Stop temping me.” Y/N pouted. “I’ll let you’ve some rest, tomorrow it’s going to be a long day.”

Tommy yawned and wished his wife a good night.

****

A babbling sound make him open his eyes asTommy tried to fix his blurred vision.

Groaning, he got up. “Morning, sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her against his chest and went back to bed.

Instinctively, Emma started nibbling his nipple.

“Oh sweetie, you won’t find anything there.” Tommy explained with a chuckle.

But Emma wasn’t in the mood and a round of loud cries started right away.

“I get it, the milk provider is moving right away, give me a sec.” He got up and carried his baby towards the kitchen, to prepare the bottle for her. A few minutes later, Emma was sucking happily.

“Such a drama queen eh?” He stared at her soft features. Wondering what life had in store for her. “What do you wanna do today? We can go to the park, or the pub bet your uncles would love to see you.” He proposed as his baby was focused on her milk. That way he could get some help because everyone in his family adored his daughter.

Despite his wealth, Y/N refused hiring a nanny. She was adamant to be in charge of everything related to their daughter. And being completely honest with himself, he was grateful for being able to spend quality time with his first born, Y/N deserved all the credit for that, she helped him feel comfortable by giving his daughter a warm bath and helping as much as he could, being a present father.

She had already threatened him to include a hairstyle masterclass so he could learn to do braids and pigtails.

After a quick bath for him and another one for his daughter. He felt proud of managing to put an asthetic outfit for Emma, he actually went safe with clear colors God forbid that one time he changed her into a set that didn’t match, Y/N scolded and teased him endlessly. As Tommy was looking in one of the drawers for a clean sheet so he could place his baby on the floor, he found a small box where Y/N kept a bunch of things she said that were useless but you might need some day. The thought made him chuckle, but a sharp movement opened the lid and its content fell to the floor.

That’s when he saw something that caught his attention.

A playful smile spread on his lips and he rushed to the living room to set everything.

It took him a while to carry on with his idea, but once he was finished, he stood there proudly to admire his creation, the smile on his daughter’s face told him he did a good job. Oh, the things he’d do for that little Miss Sunshine. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Snapping a photo, he pressed a few buttons to send it to his wife.

“What is that?!” Y/N asked raising her voice, excitement was evident.

Tommy’s chest expanded proudly as he looked at his mini-me in awe. “She’s being giggling nonstop.”

“This is the best idea ever!” Y/N sounded surprised, so he was still able to be one step ahead.

“Cheapest trick to keep her busy.” Tommy added, sending the photo to the Shelby’s chat group.

“I can’t wait to go back home.” He knew being away wasn’t easy for her, specially because she was so attached to Emma.

“The day will fly by and you’ll be back before you know it.” He tried to cheer her up. His eyes darting back to his daughter, still amazed by the balloons.

“Look at you, I leave you for a couple of days and you win the award parent of the year.”

“That’s what you get for abandoning us.” He joked.

“Hey!” Tommy heard Rose’s voice in the background. “Only emergencies! Is Tommy missing an arm?” He heard some weird noise and then she spoke clearly. “I hope you’re taking good care of Emma.”

“Of course.” He wasn’t sure if he should be more scared of his wife or Rose.

“Good, then were stealing your wife for another day and we’re already planning the next trip.” She warned, and this time around, it was Y/N turn in the background saying that she didn’t want to be away from her daughter again.

“Have a fabulous day, I gotta change a stinky nappy.”

Ending the call, he decided to order some food, the last thing on his mind at the moment was to prepare something. At least he got a great deal by keeping his daughter busy with the balloons and that granted him a few minutes to stand outside in the balcony to smoke a cigarette while keeping an eye on his baby.

And the rest of his day went just like that between naps, babbling and the little sounds his daughter made. Later he’d pick a book to read to her.

****

Sunday finally arrived and after driving for a couple of hours, the girls left her by the apartment lobby first, so she made the trip to her floor quietly and since she didn’t tell Tommy what time they were coming back, she took the chance to surprise him.

He didn’t know, but she had been watching him in the baby monitor app on her phone. As a matter of fact her heart felt full last night when she realized her baby wouldn’t settle and after a couple of minutes, she saw Tommy getting up from the bed and climbing the crib -big enough to fit him-, to sleep with his baby.

She knew he was the best father their daughter could have.

And another proof was that moment while he was feeding Emma and he started singing a Romani song and ever so gently he explained their baby he came from gypsies and she too, had gypsy blood running in her veins. Y/N wanted to bottle the two of them along with those moments that made her confirm her deep love for that man.

But Y/N was the surprised one when she stepped into her apartment and found Tommy sleeping on the couch with Emma lying on his chest fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her back protectively. Her small hand closed in a tight fist over her bunny’s ear.

The image was instantly tattooed in her heart as a lifetime memory.

And she knew, her heart was full and that this was an endless love.

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[theocddiaries]

Clark: I need to keep my eyes on Bruce. Lana: Uuuh, what's happening? Clark: He's about to drop the hammer on Dick's new boyfriend. He's twice his age, and it's disgusting. Lana [Huffs]: Reminds me of a certain manager at the Cheesecake Factory that you dated. Clark: Ah, yes… He had a Camaro… and power. Lana: Ugh! He was nasty. You just did it to get a rise out of your father. Clark: Yeah, well, look how well that worked out. It didn't bother dad at all, and then I was stuck with a guy who smelled like potato skins and said "supposably."

Lana: You gotta admit, your dad played that pretty brilliantly. You know, after a few weeks, you got bored with him, and then you dumped him. Clark: …I did. I dumped him up real nice. [Runs to where Bruce is]. Bruce, Bruce, don't. Bruce: Excuse me? Clark: Dick's just dating that guy to get back at you for being so hard on him for the college thing. I did the same thing to my dad. Bruce: First of all, I'm not your dad. And do you think I'm just gonna let this happen? Clark: Just trust me on this. Bruce: I want to, but you're just so wrong about so many things. Dick: Hey, guys? So Kenny and I were thinking about going to this restaurant. Clark: Oh, sure. I don't have a problem with that. Do you, Bruce? Bruce: …No. Clark: In fact, it has been such a pleasure getting to know Kenny, it's our treat. Dick: Are you kidding? Clark [Nudges him]. Bruce: No. Clark: Give them your credit card, B. Dick: Also, uh, this restaurant is pretty far away, so we might be out late. Clark: Well, sweetheart, you are only young once. Dick: Hm… Oh, might even make sense to just stay in a hotel. Clark: That's okay. Put it on the plastic! Dick: Great! See you tomorrow! Clark: Buh-bye. [Phone rings] Kenny: Ugh. It's my ex-wife-- Not the good one. [While getting out of the house]. What do you want?! Bruce [He puts on his scarf and jacket]: Nice game of chicken, Clark. He's gone! Clark: He is coming back. I am almost positive. Bruce: Almost?! Why do I listen to you? Why? You were wrong about the iPod being a failure. You were wrong about tomato being a vegetable. I don't even want to talk about your favorite "planet", Pluto! And unless she was lying to the good ladies of "The view," it's "De-mi" Moore, not "Dem-mi"! [Walks out of the house and slams the door]. Dick [Comes through the kitchen door]: You were going to let me go with him?! Clark: Oh, isn't that what you wanted, honey? Dick: What's the matter with you?! You've been acting so weird ever since I left college! Clark: For the record, you didn't leave college. You were asked to leave. Dick: Oh, which you guys never let me forget, especially dad. Clark: Honey, your father-- Dick: You don't have to tell me what he thinks, okay? I'm a huge disappointment to him. I see it on his face every day. He acts as if he doesn't even want me around-- [Bruces comes back in the house, his back turned to where Dick is] Bruce: Give me the car keys right now. Clark: Um, Bruce… [Tries to point at Dick]. Bruce: No, I'm going after him! This little chicken game may work for you dad, but it doesn't work for me. That's my little boy. I need him to know that no person on or off earth is good enough for him, let alone some slimy, middle-aged jean salesman! [Dick runs and hugs Bruce tightly]. Bruce: …What's this? Clark: Just enjoy it.

[sourkannas]

Grabbing life

Shoko x fem! reader, Shoko is just pining, the trio is all good, all characters are old enough to drink, Geto is pretty chill, could be interpreted as satosugu but also couldnt, drinking induces stupidity but the stupidity was just under lock and key, pill shared through kiss

Shoko, the one and only healer of the jujustu society, a tired, monotone and frankly boring woman. Was ranting to the strongest sorcerers.

"I'm telling you two, she's like a witch!" She hissed, the amber liquor swirling in her shot glass. "I—I never everrr felt this way before!" She yelped, causing a few bar patrons to give her a look. Though Gojo just chuckled and Geto raised a brow.

"You heal people with RCT, I think you might be the witch." He chimed, drinking what ever sugary concoction he ordered. "But sure Sho, let's say she is a witch, why do you think that?" Gojo chirped happily, waving his hand like an old lady.

Shoko raises a fist and shakes it at the two, causing Gojo to close his eyes in an attempt tk not laugh. "She—she bewitched me!" Shoko yelled, Gojo letting out a scandilized gasp and shook his head. "I—She gave me one measly weed and now all I think about is her!" She said loudly, now standing shakily and causing more than a few heads to turn. Geto sighed and looked down, feeling more than embarressed. "I can't stop thinking about her! I need to see her!" Shoko yelled, swaying in such a way that even drunkards would be impressed, sadly, the bar tender wasn't as he glared at her table.

"Shoko, that's nice but how about we si—"

"No Shoko!" Gojo suddenly yelled, standing up as well as he slammed his hand on the table, his cheek flushed and Shoko's now empty glass in his hand.

"Wha? Satoru!" Geto said quickly, trying to tug him down.

"Shoko, you need to grab life by the balls and squeeze until it gives you what you want!" Gojo yelled, clearly in a lightweight stupor.

Shoko dumbly nodded. "Yeah! Blue balls!" She yelled holding onto Gojo's shoulders from across the table.

Geto looked around worriedly. "Hey, you tw—"

Gojo kept up his drunk pep talk. "So if you want that girl, you gotta squeeze her by the balls!" He screamed, Geto could only try to shush them.

Shoko, clearly under the influence of the prosoect of a good time kept on hyping him up. "Yeah! Edging!" She yelled now hopping, causing Gojo to hop too.

Geto had a disturbed look and stood up, trying to disentangle the two. "If you both don—"

"Yeah! Blue balllls!" A random patron yelled and Geto felt his heart stop. More and more patrons began to yell and scream.

"Blue balls!"

"Edging!"

"If you want the girl, GET THE GIRLLL!" Someone shouted and everyone cheered, Geto felt like throwing up. Instead, he picked up Shoko and Gojo and left, leaving Gojo's card behind.

"Blue balls," Shoko whispered, walking around Geto in a circle.

"Get the gurlll," the two whispered yelled in a drunken symphony, giggling and laughing.

Geto had his phone pressed against his ear, talking. "Yeah, thanks so much, she might be a handful, okay, buh bye." Geto hummed, sighing as he hung up the call. Looking at his drunk friends.

"Edging," Gojo whispered in response, also walking around Geto. Geto frowned and waited for your car to pull up to the parking lot, lord knows what would happen if those two were left to drunken devices.

You walk over to the trio, smiling softly at a weary looking Geto. "Hi Geto, you look happy!" You chime, ruffling Gojo's hair as he shoved a group of balls in your face.

"Ballssssah!" He yelled, he sounded like a goblin, hah, how far Jujustu society has fallen. "[L.name]!" He shouted, standing up shakily. "Tell me, when you want something, how do you get it?" He asked suddenly, tripping over himself at the detriment of Geto.

You tap your lip as you pick up Shoko, the woman muttering something about girls and edges. "You grab life by the balls, duh, bye Geto." You say, walking with Shoko back to your car, not noticing his appaled face.

Did, did you really just say that?

Next to him, Gojo lets out a shout, throwing up the balls into the air, the balls come crashing down, one even hitting Geto on the crown of his head. "Yeah! GRAB LIFE BY THE BA—!"

"SATORU!"

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

Shoko sat patiently on your kitchen counter, a cup of water in her left and a tylenol in her right, instead of taking those, she was staring at your back. Which you noticed.

"Sho? You alright?" You ask softly, putting down a plate of leftovers for her. "You awfully spacey, even moreso." You hum, pressing a hand against her forehead, brushing her bangs away. Shoko set down the pill and grabbed your wrist gently.

"Your awfully pretty....hehehe," She giggled setting down the glass of water and hugging you instead. "I need a wife like you~" She chirped, nuzzling into your neck. You smile softly, gently placing the pill in your mouth and some water, pressing your lips against Shoko's and helping her swallow the pill. You pull away softly as Shoko giggles.

"Good thing you have a wife like me then, yeah?" You smiled, rubbing her cheek. "Let's get you in some pajamas, okay?" You ask, carrying Shoko to your shared bedroom.

Shoko kicked her feet and nodded. "Yes wifey! Blue balls! Edging!"

"Huh?"

[honey-minded-hivemind]

It's me still a nervous wreck with ideas that won't go away I did not in fact die of dehydration!

Reader, I um what no I'm not a child! I have an ID!

Gambit, and it was a wonderful fake one really great craftsmen ship! But I knew it was fake from the moment I saw it.

Reader, mother fu-

Gambit, have a welcome to Krakoa gift basket while I get you the really good painkillers.

Twenty minutes later a very drugged reader is looking through the gift basket.

And more ideas because they won't leave my mind

Reader sitting in a Krakoa bar before they leave to find another Mutant, eating waffles

Gambit sits close and tries to convince them to stay, reader asks for an alcoholic drink and hands over their ID which gambit sees and knows is fake from his less then legal past, ladies and gentlemen we got em.

Reader being so confused as to why Gambit seems so happy all of a sudden "you okay dude?"

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One reader gets better they try and leave but it feels so strange everything seems normal they're in a normal hospital in a normal town and people treat them like a normal teen (ignoring the strange looks and obsession.)

They're confused high on pain meds and have no idea how to leave as they've never been to this part of Krakoa before only staying in towns that have gateways, so they wander aimlessly in a hospital gown and jacket from the gift basket, a kind bakery owner giving them free food and inviting them in while calling the very concerned X-Men who are freaking out at there missing bby.

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A court battle ensuing about who gets to adopt this skraggly can't even write their own name bites people who get too close teen.

Meanwhile reader is attempting to escape Krakoa CPS wanting no adoption and to be free of these obsessed people who keep feeding them and giving them pain meds.

Welp imma go buh bye!

Reader: Please help me, I just need to find a road out of here-

The worried shop owner: Okay, okay, calm down, dear, eat your waffles and fries and let me go get you something to drink-

The worried shop owner, actually calling the X-Men: Hello? There's a worried child here who seems so scared and confused, and they're asking to leave- I know, the poor dear seems like they aren't doing so well, they might need a doctor- Yes, yes I'll try to get them to stay put, see ya in a few minutes-

The worried shop owner, back with Reader: So, what about you stay for a few minutes, tell us about yourself, where are you from, do you want to stay for about fifteen minutes-

Reader, now suspicious: Um... can I use your bathroom?

Shop owner: Yes, right that way, dear

Reader: Thank you

Reader: actually leaving through the back door

Reader: Why is everyone acting so weird??

The X-Men, showing up at the front: We are here about a strange child!

Reader from the back alley: D*mn it, they move fast!!!

Reader is going so fast into the shadows and simply booking it to the nearest coastal area, apologizing as they go and sneaky sneaking through the back allies and side streets and avoiding main roads and the majority of people and citizens and heroes and villains-

Only to realize someone is trying to track them, and Reader now has to lose the teen trailing them like a hunting dog or a needy kitten on steroids-

[emmyrosee]

doodoo fart pt2! what are we up to AGAIN to break Rin's composure in front of the olympic team? LOL

doodoo fart 🦨 pspspsps

SENT oh god

doodoo fart 🦨 come home 🥺💔

He’s been gone maybe two hours tops.

It’s not like he had intentions to leave you so early, but he had no choice! It was boys night, and while he’d fully expected to drive himself to the bar, Komori and Aran pulled up almost two hours early to grab him.

Kidnapping, as you’d so eloquently put it.

And for the first few hours, you’d left him be. He felt relaxed knowing you were probably doing your own thing, barely thinking about him.

Until now, of course.

SENT baby I’ll be home soon, okay

You can be good for me, yeah?

doodoo fart 🦨 no :(

SENT damn near saw that coming

doodoo fart 🦨 bro i know right

why would you even ask tf

He chuckles before he sends one more assurance that he’d be coming home soon, but it takes merely four minutes after that for his phone to start buzzing in his pocket.

doodoo fart 🦨 is calling…

“Sorry guys; boss of me is calling,” he says dramatically, turning his head slightly to pick up the phone.

“Hey stink.”

“HI BABY!” You cheer happily on the other end, and he chuckles in the receiver. “What you doin?”

“I’m with the boys, booger,” he says softly, smiling at your excitement. “About to wrap up dinner, you want me to get you anything?”

“You,” You whine, and he sighs in defeat. “I mith you…”

Shit. Baby voices. You dirty rat.

He swallows back a snicker, “I’ll be home soon. I promise.”

“Nnngh, I miss you!” You repeat, more dramatic than the last time. His eye twitches. He knows what you want, and he hates you for it.

“I can’t do that,” he groans lowly, turning his head away. “I’m out. In public!”

“Mmm! Bubby!! I miss you!” You whine, and there’s an absolute conflict in his head right now. “Miss your face, and I miss your nose, and I wanna bite your fingers… wanna sniff your hair, wanna live in your skin.”

Because yeah, okay, he could absolutely say no and hang up the phone. But he’s not going to, because clearly you’re getting his attention and a reaction you wanted and your persistence is admirable, at best.

“I love you too, baby-“

“Nnng LOUDER!”

He sighs in defeat at your adorable- albeit heartless- pestering, all the while he feels his teammates eyes boring into the back of his head; he lowers his voice enough for the other restaurant patrons, but there’s no escaping the judgement of his teammates.

“I mith you too, baby!” He coos back, and you giggle happily on the other end. The surrounding table goes completely silent, and he can feel the multiple pairs of eyes boring into the back and side of his head. “I gotta go.”

“Okay,” you say, and he can hear the pout over the phone.

“Okay- I love you, I love you! I love you.”

“I wuv you too.”

“See you soon, baby.”

“Okay… bye Rinnie.”

“Buh-bye.”

He clicks the red hangup button. Then, he screws his eyes shut before he slowly turns to the booth of athletes, who are absolutely silent and looking at him with cocked, confused brows.

“What’re you looking at?” He snaps, and no one says anything before Sakusa clears his throat.

“Nothing… but we sure did mith you, Rinnie.”

The rest of the team absolutely explodes in laughter, all in jest and no real judgement, and Rintaro can’t fight the smile as he hangs in his head in faux shame, his cheeks hot and face burying in his hands.

“I’m gonna break up with them. Swear to god,” he grumbles from behind his hands.

Aran claps him on the back, “tell that to the fat rock in your drawer.”

based on this video bc I’m unoriginal and Michelle and Andy are my parents

[citrus-kiddo]

Howdy yall just came to let yall know I ant goin nowhere before anyone worries, I'm just keeping my head out of the drama cuz frankly I just don't have anything to add so ye. I won’t be leaving just slowing my posting and such to prioritize my studies and main acc (which only mutuals will be allowed to ask for) but I'll still be here and active on discord so don't fret! It may suck right now but I think it'll be okay, not the same as it was but okay. Remember take breaks when needed as there's no point ruining your mental state to argue with a brick wall. Anywho, that's it for now! Buh bye!

[gl1tchy-4rt]

The 🍝Spaghetti Family🍝 Lore :0

So before i post the Characters i must post The Lore!

To start things of:

After a couple of months post-war, Peppino desides that he doesn't want his Trauma to be a "Bother" his family, so he leaves and moves in with his Uncle on Impaztia, An island country on the Northeast coast of U.S.A (Think of Greenland or Ireland)

Eventually Peppino moved into his Pizzeria and started his buisness, and it wasn't easy but he didn't give up!

One Day Peppino Found a child knocked out on his doorstep, a Pizza headed boy?? He knew about Food people but this was new to him! Peppino took him in and he was going to give the boy to CPS but... The boy got attatched to him... And he is also getting attatched...

"A picture of Totino and Peppino Spaghetti" 1964/06

With the help of his Uncle, Peppino managed to adopt the Boy, Calling him Totino, in honor of his Bisnonno (Great-grandpa), despite of having self-doubts and thinking that he wasn't good enough, Peppino turned out to be a pretty good parent.

What Peppino didn't know is that his son, this Pizza boy was THE PizzaBoy, the living mascot of "PizzaBoy's Pizz-Pizza" who ran away the night Peppino found him...

And the Owner wasn't happy about this...

Now it's the 80's, Peppino and Totino were having a bit of monetary problems regarding the Pizzeria, when suddenly a gigantic flying Pizza broke into the place and threatened to destroy it, Totino stood up for himself and his dad but the Pizza snatched him away and left

Now Peppino has to climb the Pizza Tower, the pizzeria didn't matter anymore, for now all of this was to save his son...

Better Hurry Up Peppino!

PART 1: you are here!

Okay Finally!!!! I post about this AU! I had been working on it for a while now... but it finally here!... Or at least the First part is here ;)

More on that later...

Buh-bye!!

[green-thots]

Life Waster - CL16 x FemDriver!Reader - Chapter One

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Authors Note: This took me absolutely forever because I spent more time thinking and watching edits of Charles on TikTok than I did doing actual writing. There’s probably a lot of typos and grammar mistakes so just ignore that. Additionally, any feedback is much appreciated!

Warnings: Swearing, slight mention of death, mentions of weed, if I missed any please tell me

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A Grammy and Rock Sound feature was always the goal, but shit happens I guess. Life was great, we were selling out stadiums and on the verge of our first world tour; then he died and everything fell apart. Formula 1 was always Dad’s dream, not mine, but I think a piece of me died along with him, and I threw myself into racing to fill the JJ-sized hole in my heart. All I was left with was a hard drive of the songs we had written over the years and a letter telling me to go kick some ass. I dove headfirst into the depths of uncertainty and somehow still made it out on top.

“Ms. L/N, we’re here.” The driver calls from the front seat, looking at me in skepticism through the rear view mirror.

I mutter in thanks as I open the car door and step out toward the doors of the front office, backpack in tow. The only directions left for me in the email were to head to the front office in the morning and someone would guide me from there. There’s a lady at the desk with black glasses perched atop her nose as she tapped away at her computer. She barely acknowledges me at first, but after a few seconds of standing there, she looks up at me.

”Oh, hello,” She says with a kind smile, “What can I help you with?”

“Uh, I’m Y/N L/N. I was told that someone would meet me at the front office.” I naw the inside of my cheek, slightly terrified at the new environment.

”Oh, yes. We’ve been expecting you,” If possible, her smile grows wider and she picks up the receiver of the phone, beginning to dial a number, “I’ll call down and let Mr. Horner know that you’ve arrived.”

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, before she starts to speak into the phone. “Hi, Christian. Ms. L/N is down at the office.” She pauses while the other person on the phone speaks. “Okay, thank you, buh-bye.”

”April is on her way down to get you and give you a tour,” she says, her French accent much more prominent than it was before. “In the meantime, I’ll get you all set up.”

She digs around below her desk for a moment, before finally popping up and setting a keycard on a red lanyard with the words ‘driver’s pass’ on the desk in front of me. “This is your temporary pass, you’ll get a new one with your picture on it after media and such is done, but for now this is going to get you wherever you need to go on the property.”

“Thank you,” I say with a nod, as a tall girl in a Red Bull Racing jacket walks through the door to the right.

The lady at the desk smiles at the other girl and says, “I’m Susie and I’ll always be here for whatever you need. Trust me, those boys can be a handful.”

I force a smile at her, praying it looks genuine enough because I knew what kind of shit storm I was walking into and still signed the contract anyway, like an idiot.

The tall girl holds out her hand to me and says, “Lovely to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” She talks fast and barely gives herself a second to breathe before continuing. “I’m April, and I’ll be your personal trainer, assistant, therapist, honestly just whatever you might need while you’re here with the Red Bull teams.”

There’s a hint of humor to her voice so I try to let out a laugh, but it’s hard when I’ve spent the last year or so wallowing in self pity.

“I know this whole experience is much different than F2 and I hate to rush you while you take it in but we do have to get started with the tour so you can meet Mr. Horner before he leaves for his debrief.” April says, grabbing her own pass off her neck, which instead says ‘staff’ and turns toward the door she came through before.

“If I would have known I was meeting important people today I would have worn something nicer than a hoodie.” I grumble to myself.

April must have heard me because she wiggles her finger at me with a smirk on her face and says, “You’re funny, I like you.”

We walk in silence out into the parking lot between the front building and the massive team building. April asks, “Do you have a car over here yet?”

”No, I haven’t really got around to that yet.” I reply, taking in the view of all the sports cars lined up that probably cost more than the house I grew up in each.

“Oh, well when you do, this is driver parking. Most guys tend to keep a car at their homes here rather than taking a cab since it’s a lot of back and forth.” She gestures to all of the cars parked in front of their respective sections. “The guard over at the side gate will buzz you in 24/7 if you just show him your pass.”

“Good to know.” I say as we walk up to the two glass doors with the Red Bull logo painted above.

The opening lounge is small, but still gives a feeling of comfort, rather than sterile like the front office. There are trophies lining the shelves on the walls and two World Champion trophies are held in a glass case front and center.

“Your home base is actually in the Alpha Tauri section next door but the team is meeting here for the sake of simplicity.” April says, throwing a smile at me over her shoulder as she turns left down the hallway.

She stops at a door labeled ‘boardroom’ and winks at me saying, “They aren’t as scary as they seem.”

Well that’s comforting.

April knocks twice and opens the door to reveal to reveal four guys seated around the table; two of which dressed head to toe in Red Bull gear as if they just stepped out of a commercial, one of which in a full suit, and the shortest one dressed as if he had just woken from a nap.

“Mr. Horner, this is Y/N.” April says, gesturing to me as I step into the room behind her. I’ve never met Christian Horner outside of a five minute phone call but I can only assume who he is as the man in the suit stands up and holds out his hand to me.

”Y/N L/N, it's so great to finally meet you in person.” Christian says, shaking my hand. “Unfortunately I do have to get going because the engineers can get quite pissy when things are behind schedule, but I suppose you know all about that from Formula 2, right?”

”Yeah, my team had quite the attitude.” I say, trying to sound funny but somehow sounding like the uptight bitches I used to race with back in F3.

“Anyways,” he says, still keeping up his diplomatic smile. “Boys, this is Y/N L/N, the new driver for Alpha Tauri. I’ll let you all introduce yourselves.”

Christian excuses himself and heads out the door, leaving me with April, who is still somewhat of a stranger, and the three men who I have only ever seen on TV.

The first guy stands up and gives me a smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms, “I’m Daniel Riccardo, I actually drive for Red Bull but we’ll probably still see a lot of each other.” He points at the guy next to him and continues. “Mr. Two Time World Champ over here is Max Verstappen, I assume you know who he drives for.”

Max nods at me and says, “Welcome to the team, Y/N.” His Dutch accent very prominent.

Finally, Daniel turns to the guy at the end of the table, “Last but certainly not least, the little firecracker over there is Yuki Tsunoda.”

Yuki rolls his eyes at the nickname and starts, “Hey, I’ll be driving on Alpha Tauri with you.”

”Firecracker as in his favorite English word is fuck and he sure knows how to use it,” April chimes in, a near permanent smile stuck to her face.

Yuki smiles and laughs quietly as Max says, “I trust April will get you all ready for media day tomorrow.”

”I was really hoping I was done with photoshoots but I guess even a change in career didn’t help with that.” I say, still not fully believing that this wasn’t a dream and I’m actually in Formula 1.

“Well, we better continue with our tour and let the boys get back to whatever work I know they are trying to avoid.” April says, eyeing Daniel with a knowing look as she opens the door to the hall.

“See y’all tomorrow,” I say, looking back at the group of guys staring at me. I then follow April out the door, a chorus of goodbyes yelled behind me.

April leads me back outside and then through the glass doors to the Alpha Tauri section. She finally stops once we reach a door that had already been labeled with my last name.

”This is your drivers room,” She says, opening the door to a plain room with a couch and a small vanity, “Feel free to decorate however you see fit.”

I can already visualize my plans for the room; some scenic pictures to hang on the walls, a few comfy blankets to throw on the couch for naps in between meetings, and maybe a cute rug to cover up the concrete floor.

April gestures to the closet next to the vanity, “Your fireproofs, suit, helmet, and any other gear you may have ordered are in the closet.”

Set on the vanity is a vase of flowers with a card tucked under the vase. I step over and pick up the card, carefully tearing open the envelope, and reading it. Inside are the words, ‘Welcome to The Grid, Y/N’ and it seems to have been signed by every driver on The Grid.

”I think they’re trying to make a good impression on the first female competitor they’ve seen in a long time; you might even be the first for the newer ones.” April says, looking over my shoulder.

“Well it takes a lot more to impress me than flowers, I mean even my freshman prom date bought me flowers.” I say, laughing at their attempt to soften me up.

”Your garage is right down the hall and it's labeled so you’ll be able to find it easily. Sadly, we can’t go in today, but you’ll get to see the car on Wednesday when you meet your engineer and we start the first round of pre-season practices.” April says, leaning up against the closet, “You’ll have to be ready to go for media in the main building with all your gear tomorrow at 1:00 but feel free to get ready here.”

”Well at least I’ll get to sleep off some of this jet lag,” I joke.

”That’s the spirit, take every moment you get to sleep, it’ll help.” April says, rubbing her hands together as she continues, “Now, we go meet the Athletic Trainer for a pee test and your first physical.”

Well I guess that means no more pot for me.

-

I flop face first down onto my bed, well if it can really be considered a bed. Right now I’m just sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my apartment. I haven’t had the time or energy to unpack so everything is just sitting around in boxes, and the furniture I did buy, has yet to be built or unboxed.

My physical lasted much longer than I had anticipated; the strength testing and medical assessments taking up much of the rest of the day. The six hour time difference is really beginning to take a toll on me and I am nearly asleep when my phone buzzes next to me.

Dad: Your mom showed up at my doorstep, screaming that you were nowhere to be found. Care to explain?

Fuck that. I’ll deal with him in the morning.

-

As I stand before the mirror, dressed in my race suit with my hair loosely curled and my makeup freshly done, I have to take slow, deep breaths to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. All eyes are going to be on me today because the first woman on The Grid in nearly ten years is sure to be a spectacle for the other drivers and staff. I should be used to having people stare at me. Hell, I spent years performing on stage in front of massive crowds. But my ‘fall from grace’ as the Rock world has dubbed it, has caused me to hate the constant stares of others. Formula 1 might not have been the best choice of career, but I need to take back the piece of my childhood that I cherished dearly.

My phone dings from its place on the vanity;

April: We’re nearly ready to start shooting, so get over here as soon as you can :)

If these guys have managed to find anything about who I was years ago, I’m sure their opinions of me are already set in stone, but I still can’t let holding up the order of business lead them to think I’m inconsiderate to everyone else’s schedule.

I speed-walk my way out of the Alpha Tauri building and over to the main building, carrying my helmet just in case I need it for a photo.

When I enter the room where the cameras were being set up, all the drivers were huddled around in little circles. The lively colors of each team’s uniform were intermixed, showing that they all must get along well. If they don’t like me, it seems that I’ll be spending the majority of the next year alone.

With the spectacular luck that life has given me, the door is extremely squeaky, causing everyone to look up at me. Immediately, Max waves me over to the group he was standing with.

Hesitantly, I walk over and the tall blonde guy in the Mercedes uniform eyes me with a smile.

”Well you look scared shitless,” He says, the slightly devious but still kind smirk present on his face.

”Don’t be a dick, George,” The French one next to him says as he elbows George in the stomach, “I’m Pierre. Don’t mind him, he’s always like that.”

”Hey, I’m not that bad,” George throws back, giving Pierre a slight shove. The other guys laugh at their antics, so I force out a little laugh.

I barely get another second to listen to their introductions before a staff member calls out, “L/N, you’re up first! Tsunoda, you’re on deck!” I send an awkward wave to the group as I walk over to where the cameras are set up.

”Alright, we’ll need you to fill out the first day of F1 board.” The staff member says, passing a chalkboard to me.

I begin to fill it out.

Name: Well that’s easy.

Season: #1

I Am From: Miami, FL

My Fave Food Is: Mac & Cheese

My Hype Song Is:…

I’m tempted to put one of my songs here, but I think I’ll make them work harder to discover that piece of me.

My Hype Song Is: Gimme Gimme Gimme - Abba

This Year I Will: Kick ass.

I stand in front of the camera as the photographer snaps a few photos of me with the board. Again, everyone in the room is staring at me.

”Hey Logan, we found you a Floridian!” George calls out in the direction of the blonde in the Williams Racing suit.

Tall blonde- who must be Logan- gives me a bright smile and calls out, “we gotta represent, girly!”

I actually let out a laugh at this as a staff member takes the board from me and sets me up for the headshots. Not knowing what the usual protocol for Formula 1 headshots is, I give the camera a light smile.

I can feel someone staring at me intently, as if they look hard enough they could see the deepest parts of my soul. When I look over to the area behind the camera where all the drivers are standing around, I immediately see Mr. Laser Eyes.

He’s partly concealed by the shadows but his dark eyes still bare into my soul. His hair is a dark and curly mess, like he’s just gotten out of bed; but damn does he make bedhead look good. He’s dressed in an almost too tight Ferrari suit. He towers over Tsunoda, but that isn’t too hard to achieve.

We hold eye contact for a few seconds; it's almost magnetic, before he shifts his eyes back to the conversation he was having with Pierre and George.

“Okay, that’s all we needed,” The photographer says, motioning me off the stool as he calls for Tsunoda.

I walk back over to Pierre, George, and the Ferrari driver who had been staring at me. Immediately, he looks me up and down with a smirk before saying, “Good choice of music, rookie.”

My face heats up, and I’m sure I look like a walking tomato. “Yeah, Momma Mia is my favorite musical.” I say quietly.

George and Pierre start snickering to themselves quietly as the Ferrari driver says, “I’m Charles Leclerc.”

Even his accent is fucking sexy.

“Y/N L/N.” I reply.

”Don’t worry, everyone knows your name already.” Charles says with a little laugh. This puts a look of fear and shock on my face.

”In two weeks time, everyone in the world is going to know your name.” George says, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

”Yeah that makes me feel a lot better, thanks Princess.” I spit back sarcastically, using the well-known nickname the media has given George in recent years. Pierre cackles hysterically, so much so that he struggles to catch his breath.

After a bit of throwing sarcastic insults back-and-forth with George, and him taking his turn for headshots, individual pictures are complete.

“Wait, we have to get a group picture of this years’ rookies!” Max calls, a devious smile on his face as he looks in my direction. I roll my eyes as I walk over in front of the camera and am joined by Logan and the blonde McLaren driver.

“I’m Oscar,” the McLaren driver says and he and Logan stand on either side of me. We put our arms around each other's shoulders “to show unity” as the photographer told us. The three of us gave bright smiles to the camera, trying to show that Formula 1 isn’t as scary as it seems when in reality, all of us are terrified to step out onto that track for the first time.

“Alright, lets get all of the drivers out here now.” The photographer says after snapping. Few photos of Logan, Oscar, and I. Immediately, the staff get to work on moving a bunch of prop boxes out into the studio as all the drivers flood the area. I’m directed by the photographer to sit on the tallest box, which I do have to get a running start to jump up on, and lean back on my hands with my legs crossed.

After a few moments of getting everyone else into position, the photographer finally gives us the signal to get our game faces on. Noticing that no one else is smiling at the camera, I tilt my head back a bit and glare at the camera. Although I am the highest up and the farthest back, I’m sure you will still be able to pick up my noticeable annoyance by looking at me in the photo.

“Everyone is free to go!” A lady, who I’m assuming is the head of media, yelled into the crowd of drivers. As everyone disperses, I’m speed walking to the door as to get out of there as quickly as possible, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip around to see George, Pierre, Oscar, Logan, and a few other drivers I haven’t formally met yet.

George looks at me with puppy eyes as he says, “We’re going out to get drinks, do you want to come with?”

They’re all staring at me intently, waiting for my reply.

”I can’t. I actually haven’t even unpacked my stuff yet and the furniture for my apartment hasn’t been built yet so I better get on that.” I say, avoiding eye contact so I don’t have to see the disappointed looks on their faces.

”What if we help you unpack?” The British, curly-haired boy asks, before saying with a wink. “Lando Norris, at your service. Do you have booze?”

I freeze up, not expecting them to want to change their plans to hang out with me so soon after meeting them. “I mean I guess, but my fridge is completely empty, so no booze.”

”Eh, we’ll just make Max pick some up on his way,” Lando says, waving it off while George yells, “Fuck yeah, party time!” Leading the entire room to burst into laugher.

Well, this is either going to end in losing my security deposit or getting so drunk that I won’t remember what embarrassing shit I’m sure to do by tomorrow morning.