#I get to work from home today yayyy

[littlelovelunette]

SEVIKA FLUFF WE NEED MORE MA

I mean what about post!war Sevika being a concil member and meeting council!reader. What about about them working together to build a good future for Zaun and BOOM falling love. What about Sevika finaly being happy and safe in a relationship and finaly settling sown and enjoy life instead of fighting everyday ?

Please pretty please, our woman deserve a breakkkkk

Sevika's Little One (3)

Here's something similar, I didn't stick to the council!Reader thing because well, Sevika doesn't seem to have a lot of peers in there who like her, and it would be going against the original Sevika thing, so I combined it with another series, hope you like it!

Let me know if I should make more of these!

A few years passed ever since you'd given birth and Heather was now 4 years old. You were tired as it was dealing with your daughter's stubbornness which she most certainly got from your wife— Sevika.

You dusted the shelves, your daughter following you around as she imitated what you did with a small duster, hair in a hairnet and an apron a bit too big for her.

You straightened the photo frames, smiling at the one that reminded you of Sevika getting in the council.

Well, at least, things were sort of okay now.

“Mama!” Heather squealed, “When will mom get home?”

This was her way of acknowledging two mothers. Mumma/mama for you, mom/mum for Sevika.

“Soon, baby.” You replied, closing the shelf doors and walking to take the clothes out for the drier.

“Probably in an hour.” You added as you put the dry clothes in the basket and took them to the bedroom to fold.

“Mamaaaaaa!” Heather yelled in her tiny voice again.

You smiled at the sheer adorableness of your daughter.

“Can we have pasta for dinner?” She asked happily, pulling at the edges of her dress.

You pulled her hands away from the hem of her dress, “Sure, love.”

“Come help mama.” You said and put the clothes down on the bed.

Heather happily clambered over the bed and watched you intently, silently asking what you needed help in.

You started folding the dry clothes and Heather quickly followed suit however her pile of folded clothes were messier than yours.

A little messy would be an understatement. “Mama, look! Am I doing well?”

You looked at the pile of clothes, smiling a little, “Yeah, it's alright.”

“It's beautiful!” Heather urged indignantly. Your daughter was obsessed with the word ‘beautiful’— an adjective Sevika used to compliment her on a daily basis so now it was either beautiful or nothing.

“Yeah, baby, it's beautiful.” You laughed a little but before Heather could press any further Sevika's voice called out. “I'm home!”

Instantly, Heather made a beeline towards the door screaming at the top of her lungs, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

“There's my little angel!” Sevika gasped a little as Heather flew into Sevika's arms, jumping and bumping her head against Sevika's chin. “Little—”

“Hey,” you smiled as you walked up to her and pressed a kiss where she just got head bumped. “How was your day?”

“Just got better.”

Sevika walked into the dining room with Heather in her arms who was chattering happily, talking about how she did her chores and how she'd been a good girl.

“I was just about to get started on making dinner. Heather wants pasta,” you took the ingredients out.

“Pasta, huh?” Sevika smiled down at Heather. “She took a shower?”

“No, I've been too busy, today's her hair wash day.” You looked back at Sevika briefly. “Think you could help her wash her hair today?”

“Absolutely.” Sevika smiled and got up, Heather in her arms.

“Yayyy!” Heather squealed and squirmed around, climbing Sevika's bicep and onto her shoulder.

“Careful there.” Sevika chuckled and walked into the bathroom.

Loud squeals and giggles erupted from the bathroom where you were sure Heather was giving Sevika a hard time while she tried to shower her little princess. You smiled to yourself, preparing dinner.

"Mamaaaaaa!" Heather giggled and yelled out from the bathroom, "Save meeeee!"

You knew they were playing around so you just laughed, and continued to cook. A while later small footsteps echoed around the house and Heather ran upto you. "Mamaaaaa!"

"Yeah, Heather? Whats up?" You asked not looking down at her but once you did, you broke in a fit of laughter.

Heather's hair was molded up with shampoo to form a shark's fin, you were sure this was Sevika's doing. "Sevika! What did you do to her hair?" You continued laughing barely able to catch your own breath. Your daughter looked positively ridiculous, not to mention she was soaking wet and running around the house naked.

You could hear Sevika laughing from the bathroom. You turned the stove's heat down, picking Heather up and going to the bathroom to give her back to Sevika. "Complete shower, you both."

Sevika grabbed Heather, tickling her making the little girl squirm and jump into the bathtub with a giggle.

Sighing and shaking your head you left the bathroom, these two were menaces. But you loved them eitherway.

[cyberels]

later, loser.ᐟ ᯓ★

˗ˋˏ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ-

☆ ellie discovers the quickest way to get a girl underneath her

daily click! palestine masterpost

☆: sometimes i start writing without a plot in mind to get myself out of a funk and and and this is what i came up w lol so sorry if it’s doodoo ass

☆ warnings -> mention of blood, injuries, all that good shit that comes with skateboarding, probably really inaccurate skating talk, drugs, tbh probably really bad writing but bare with me here, no concept of stranger danger from reader when she sees a hot girl (ellie) for plot reasons lol

☆ skaterboarder!ellie yayyy she wears glasses because i said so &&&&& also ellie works at a vinyl shop and reader works at a bakery :)

☆ ☆ ellies playlist! ☆ ☆

u don’t have to listen but i made it to listen while i write and i thought it’d be fun to add

my masterlist

ellie was no stranger to making mistakes, she’s human, it happens… however, she usually doesn’t make this many stupid choices within the span of one single hour.

today, ellie was running late.

mistake number one.

she practically flew out of the door and hopped on her board, mumbling a half assed apology to her neighbor who she accidentally shoulder checked on her way out when she put on her headphones.

she’s probably going way too fast, but she’s been skateboarding for years, she can handle it. she still has the penny boards that she started skating on when she was 12 hanging up in her living room, right beside some of her other boards she’s had since then that she’s either destroyed or replaced. she weaved in and out of the people walking practically effortlessly, not caring if she was pissing anyone off, they’d live. she’d never have to see them again, anyways.

she opened her phone to turn on her music.

you, on the other hand, were taking your time; you had a good while until you had to be at work. you’ve created a habit of looking for ladybugs in the bushes outside your apartment complex after you noticed that the plant is home to many of the little insects. usually you just glance at the plant as you pass by, but today, you fully stopped to look.

unfortunately, you were unaware of ellie being just feet away from you.

guess you’re no stranger to mistakes, either.

granted, ellie would have had enough time to stop… if she was paying attention.

which she was not.

mistake number two.

you hear a string of curse words behind you. you barely manage to turn around before you’re pushed into the bushes by a girl who promptly lands on top of you. her skateboard rolled away pathetically. it’s almost like it was embarrassed, too.

if there had been any ladybugs, they were definitely squashed now.

you open your eyes slowly to find the other girl hovering just above you. her necklace dangles temptingly close to your lips as she pushes herself up. she's still on top of you, her face just inches away from yours. she blinks a few times, slowly taking in the situation. she seems lost in thought, the wheels in her head turning painstakingly slowly as she tries to comprehend what's happening and her part in it.

she’s taking way too long to get off of you, though, which only serves to frustrate you more.

“hellooo? can you get up?” you mumble through gritted teeth to the girl above you, turning your head to the side to avoid her gaze.

in hindsight, you probably should’ve asked if she was okay, but right now all you wanted to do was get up and pretend like this never happened.

you don’t even want to know how many people saw you fall.

“oh— oh fuck.” ellie stuttered, taking one last glance at you before she moved herself onto the sidewalk, not finding the strength to stand up fully just yet.

she grabbed her headphones that had been flung off in the impact. small scrapes lined the side of them, but at least they probably still worked. she put them around her neck, letting her head fall back in her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on her emotions and the situation.

you sigh as you get up, and ellie can tell you’re mad based solely on how the exhale of air sounded.

“uh… you good?” you ask after an uncomfortable pause, eyeing the other girl. it was obvious you didn’t really care, but at least you tried to be polite.

you were still taking your time collecting yourself, brushing leaves out of your hair and wiping blood from your hands onto your jeans (thank god you wore black jeans today). you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but other than your scraped up hands, you were fine.

just really pissed off.

ellie looked up at you and then immediately looked back down, running her hands over her face once more. “yeah, i’m… good.”

you roll your eyes as you hold your hand (the one with the least amount of scrapes) out towards ellie, offering to pull her up. you can't help but feel pity as she sits on the sidewalk. not in a sympathizing way, but more of a "damn, this girl looks pathetic" way. she hesitates for a second, but then grabs your hand and smiles weakly.

“thanks.”

as much as you know that this situation partially is your fault, you’re still annoyed. you had spent so long getting ready today just to have some idiot push you into dirt.

when you speak again, your words come out harsher than you intended… not that you minded. “yeah. watch where you’re fucking going next time.”

ouch.

okay, maybe (keyword: maybe) ellie had caused the worst part of this, but she wasn’t going to sit here and take you blatantly being rude when you’re just as much to blame as she is. “maybe if you didn’t think you owned the sidewalk, i wouldn't have ran into you.”

you reach down beside you and grab her, now shattered, phone and her (also shattered) glasses. you raise your eyebrows as you look over the broken screen.

“maybe if you were paying attention.” you pause, wiggling the phone in front of her face. “you would’ve realized i stopped walking.”

she snatched her things back, she didn’t have a comeback for that.

her phone was fucked… usable, but the screen was shattered so badly that if she scrolled on it she’d probably slice open her thumb. small price to pay, she figures.

it’s not like she’s gonna buy a new one… but she would have to cough up the money for new glasses, though. damn it.

“why the hell did you stop walking anyways?”

you hesitate, looking back at the bush sheepishly, vaguely gesturing towards it as you speak again. “i— not that it’s any of your business— i wanted to see if there were any ladybugs on the leaves.”

“…oh.”

well now ellie just feels like a dickhead, because that’s actually really cute. that was not the answer she was expecting.

you continue looking away and ellie sighs, attempting to push past you to grab her skateboard.

mistake number three.

the second she takes a step, she falls into you again, her ankle completely giving out underneath her. you catch her, your arms wrapping around her hips as you hold her up.

ellie has never wanted to die more than she did at this moment.

her face was literally sandwiched in between your chest. she pushed herself back, hopping slightly.

what the fuck just happened?

“oh my fucking god. i’m so sorry. i– oh fuck, this is so awkward.”

yeah, awkward was one word for it. you stare at her blankly for a moment before you kick her skateboard towards her.

you could feel her touch lingering on your body like she was still there. if your hands were just a little lower you would’ve…

“its– it’s fine. dude, are you sure you’re alright?”

you sound more like you care this time, at least.

not that you do care, or anything,

just trying to make sure she wasn’t seriously hurt.

that’s all.

“i’m fine.” it was an obvious lie, but she was preoccupied with thinking about how she was going to skate to and from work if she could barely walk… she’d have to deal with it, she decided. there wasn’t any other option for her right now, she was already late.. “i’ll be fine.”

“very convincing.” you reply, looking her up and down. “you’re not seriously about to get on that thing again, are you?”

“not that it’s any of your business, but i don’t have any other choice, i’m gonna be late to work and this is all i have to get me there.”

you narrow your eyes at her.

no way this girl was reckless and stupid.

“what? you can’t be serious… you’re still going to work? are you an idiot?”

ellie doesn't answer right away, glancing down at her skateboard for a bit. you’re right, she should call out, but she hated the prospect of missing a day of work. money had been tight, even one missed day would be hell for her and her bank account.

“you gonna give me the money i’d lose if i called out?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but she was already flying past you, very clearly having a hard time but also very clearly not caring.

“don’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk next time, dumbass!” she yelled, leaving you standing in the same spot just watching her leave.

…and kinda wishing she’d come back.

just so you could get the last word.

when you walk into work, it’s unfortunately obvious that you’re pissed off, if the way your manager immediately asks what happened as soon as you clocked in was anything to go by.

you’re thankful for the excuse to rant, though.

“god, abby, where do i even start? i literally just walked out of my apartment and some girl on a skateboard slammed into me and we both went flying into a stupid plant. got a face full of bush and not even the good kind.”

“jesus,” abby laughed, picking a leaf out of your hair. “was she hot?”

“was she hot? is that seriously all you’re gonna say?”

“...well?”

“i hate you so much… but yeah, she was.” you admit, defeat obvious in your tone. you’re well aware that this would’ve been a lot easier for you if you didn’t find the dumb skater attractive. you’d been close enough to her face to see every detail… her freckles, her eyes, her lips— damn it. you couldn’t get her out of your head.

this felt like a sick joke.

abby clapped her hands together. “this isn’t a completely bad thing! did you get her number?”

“no, abby, i didn’t get her number. i was too busy trying to get her away from me because she was stupid and annoying.”

“you’re no fun, could’ve got yourself a skater girl.” she frowned. “are you okay though?”

“you should’ve led with that question, you know?” you huff, looking at the scrapes on your palms again. “i’m fine.”

“yeah, yeah. i should’ve.” abby tosses a pastry towards you. “here, for your troubles, on the house. go sit down in the break room for a little bit, you look like a mess.”

“gonna ignore the last part. thanks, abs.”

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“jesus fucking christ.” ellie mumbled to herself, hopping off her board before she opened the door to the small vinyl store she worked at.

“late again, williams— oh. oh wow. you look like shit.” austin, the owner of the shop spoke, nudging ellie as she walked by. he was wearing a stupid smirk on his face which made ellie more aggravated.

asshole.

“real nice.” ellie grumbled, putting up her skateboard and backpack. “sorry for being late, won’t happen again, i just— some people are so stupid, you know?”

“by ‘some people’ do you mean you?” he laughed, spinning on his chair. he mocked the way ellie spoke, doing a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like her.

god, he was a 30 year old man-child, but he pays her… so… whatever. she’ll deal.

“ha-ha. good one.”

“ya gonna tell me what happened or are ya gonna leave me guessin’?”

“what happened is people don’t know how to walk anymore.” she scoffed, taking stock of the money she had to count before putting it in the drawer. “so fucking stupid.”

“by the looks of it you don’t know how to walk anymore, either. you gonna be able to work? i’m not payin’ ya to sit around, so if i need to call someone else in…”

she glared at him, trying to see if he’d explode if she stared hard enough.

he was right though, unfortunately, ellie was walking like she had just learned how to. it wasn’t the worst injury she’s ever got from skateboarding, but it was definitely inconvenient.

“yeah, i’ll be fine.” ellie snapped, shifting her weight to her good foot to avoid making her injury any worse. “jesus christ, it’s a twisted ankle. i’m not missing a limb.”

“but—“

“drop it.”

he put his hands up in mock surrender, the smirk still on his face. “oooookay, okay. whatever you say williams. you were still late though, let’s go back to talkin’ about that. what’s the count at now? is this the fifth or sixth time this month?”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. shit’s hard when you don’t have a car.” ellie sighed, punching in the numbers on her register. “i’ll do better. today was not my fault, though.”

“am i gonna have to be more strict with you? everyone else shows up on time, you know?”

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” ellie rolled her eyes, trying to focus on work and push the pain out of her mind. “everyone else has a car.”

ellie really did not like austin. his whole holier-than-thou attitude irked her to no end.

still, it beat being jobless, so she knew she shouldn’t complain.

“don’t let it happen again.”

“i won’t, i swear. i’m really sorry.”

“right, okay, i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, you alright out here?”

she bit her tongue, holding back a groan.

austin ‘going to the bathroom’ was his way of saying that he’s gonna get really fucking stoned and then sit around and do nothing all day. this was a daily occurrence, at this rate.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” ellie mumbled, shoving away the annoyance she felt when he walked past her.

austin was a dickhead, but he was never outright mean, not really. he just… he thought he was better than everyone. a classic ego-centric prick.

as much as she hated him, she did like having a job— and being able to afford a place to sleep at night.

“ohhh, ellie, i gave you more shifts, like you asked.” he said before he walked out, smiling at her. “take a look at the schedule when ya get the chance.”

he has to be kidding.

she’s been begging for more shifts since god knows how long ago, and he decides to give her more now? when she doesn’t even know how she’s gonna be able to make it to work?

amazing. just what she wanted!

“great.” ellie muttered, shooting him a glare even though he was already gone. “more hours that i don’t know how the hell i’m gonna get to.”

she shook her head, austin wasn’t worth getting this pissed about— especially when he did try to do what she asked.

the store was never busy in the morning, so she sat in austins chair, finally taking a second to herself. she went over her options on how this was going to go.

she could have asked dina for a ride, if dina wasn’t off on some work trip about three hours away for the next two weeks, taking her and jesses shared car with her.

terrible timing.

she’d take public transportation if it was reliable and also if she didn’t have a few bad experiences with it already.

that wasn’t really a good option.

uber was definitely not an option. she already was going to have to buy new glasses and eventually pay for her phone to get fixed, she wasn’t about to drop $50 a day on ride.

she was screwed.

nothing was working out for her right now— the universe was laughing at her, just like it always did.

she wanted to kick and scream, but that wouldn’t help anything, plus she wouldn’t be able to kick very well right now.

oh well… she’d be fine, she’d just have to push through it.

her phone buzzed in her pocket and she winced when she seen the cracked screen again, it was so wrecked that it barely let her type in her password.

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was ellie stupid for agreeing to go out of her way when she was already struggling to walk? yes.

does she care? no.

jesse was a good guy, he’s done a shit ton of favors for her, so this was the least she could do.

she’d never been to the bakery, but she always smelled it when she’d pass by, and it always looked like it’d be good. she did deserve a little treat after the day she had, anyways.

thank you jesse and jesse’s money.

when ellies shift is over, she feels so much worse than she did earlier, and austin repeating that ellie looked like shit over and over again wasn’t helping.

ugh.

“you’re a wreck, williams—“

“—goodbye austin, byeee. i’m leaving, out the door, shifts over. see you tomorrow.” she slammed the door shut, letting out a frustrated sigh as she got on her board again. “god. fuck off.”

the bakery wasn’t far, it was literally right across the street, but it felt like it was miles away to ellie. she leaned on the wall for a second to catch her breath before she walked inside.

it was a cute shop, one of those places you see on pinterest or instagram, with the led light signs and fake plants, it was actually really nice. she doesn’t know why she never came here before.

“let me know if i can help… oh god. it’s you.”

she looks over at you and she starts to wish the fall had just killed her on impact.

“please… pretend like this morning didn’t happen. i don’t want to deal with arguing right now.” ellie sighs, not giving you time to reply to her before she goes into saying her order.

she looked at your name tag as she paid, she could barely see what it said, her eyes squinting slightly as she tried to make out your name.

you scribbled little smiley faces and stars around your name, which was cuter than ellie would like to admit.

“go sit, i’ll bring your stuff to you after i box them, ‘kay?”

“i can wait here.“

“sit.”

“fine.”

she sat at one of the booths, attempting to use her phone without losing a finger. she wasn’t even paying attention to the content, just scrolling mindlessly as the memories of this morning replayed in her mind over and over again.

she was hoping to never see you again.

maybe coming here was a mistake.

“here.” you say after a few moments, placing the boxes on the table. “enjoy.”

you were being kind, but she could read behind the curtness of your tone.

you thought she was dumb. she could always tell by the way you talked to her; that look of disdain on your face.

“thanks.” she said, and then the silence took over again. it was obvious that neither of them wanted to start another conversation after the way the last one ended.

ellie couldn’t help but notice how just scraped up your hands were. you had bandages on them, but the blood that seeped through was bright red, like it was demanding to be looked at.

demanding ellie to feel bad for what she did.

damn it, she really should’ve just paid attention this morning.

would’ve saved her a lot of trouble.

she got up, sucking her teeth and hissing as she shifted her weight. she leaned on the table for balance as a few curse words left her mouth.

“god, you’re the dumbest person i’ve ever met.” you declared, confirming her suspicions.

she scoffed, trying to shake the pain away from her ankle.

man, this sucked.

“shut the hell up.” ellie snapped. “you don’t have to be so snarky, you know? i’m already dealing with the consequences of my shitty morning, you can drop the whole, ‘i’m better than you’ bullshit. if you listened earlier, you’d have known i said that i have no other choice.”

“i did listen, idiot. i don’t mean to sound like i’m trying to be better than you, okay? i’m sorry. but you seriously don’t have anyone that can help you out? do you have friends?”

“i have friends, asshole. they’re just either busy or i don’t want to inconvenience them. what’s it matter to you anyways?”

you don’t really have an answer, you’re not sure why it matters. maybe it’s because ellie looked really miserable, or maybe it’s because it had been partially your fault that she’s hurt… or maybe both. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt about the situation she was in.

“i have a car.”

ellie paused, looking up at you. she wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly, or if this was just some weird, shitty joke.

“okay? congratulations?”

“don’t make me spell it out.” you reply, annoyance clear in your tone. “i’m saying, you’re obviously hurt, and it’s kinda my fault, so… if you needed a ride…”

“no.”

“don’t be stubborn. look, i get it, we’re not on the best terms right now, but i can’t just let you go like this without at least offering, y’know? plus, you seem like you could use the help.”

ellie’s mind was screaming at her to accept— it was logical. you offered a ride, she needs a ride, she should accept your offer.

“i could be a serial killer for all you know. you don’t even know my name.”

“yeah, okay. you? a serial killer? i’d just run away. not like you’d be able to chase after me.”

“hey, i can run pretty damn fast, you know?” ellie hissed. if she wanted, she could definitely chase you down… but she’d rather not do that at the moment. that was probably not a great idea. “hell, i could be an axe murderer.”

“what’s your name?”

“huh?”

“are you dumb?”

“…it’s ellie.”

“‘kay, ellie, now i know your name and if you’re observant— which i doubt but i’m gonna play devils advocate— you know mine. nice to meet you. now we know each other. i’m not gonna sit here and play 21 questions, do you want me to take you to your place or not?”

“what if you kill me anyways?” she asked, she was kidding, she just wanted to piss you off.

“i am not gonna fucking— you know what, you’re annoying. never mind.”

“wait. i’m sorry.”

fuck.

maybe this whole thing about you wasn’t so bad. you were just— abrasive.

she swallowed, forcing herself to stay calm. “i’ll take a ride.”

“what’s the magic word?”

“die.” ellie hissed. “you’re not funny.”

“almost! that’s four words. do you want a hint?”

ellie stared at you blankly for a few seconds before answering. “i am not saying please.”

“you just said it.” you grinned. “look, i get off at 6:30, that’s like… 20 minutes from now, if you don’t mind waiting. i’ll come get you when i’m off, sound good?”

“yeah. that sounds good.”

this is such a bad idea.

[yosuk-e]

i find comfort in you; ft. tsukishima

in which the reader finds him dejected after a lost practice match.

a/n: for the request i got today! had a super sudden burst of motivation to write (instead of reviewing for exams yayyy......) so i hope you enjoy this. also, i'm aware this might be a bit ooc for tsukishima, whoops. i was planning for a bokuto & kenma version of this prompt too, so let me know if you'd like that.

tsukishima

kei was never one to sulk about volleyball. you'd known that since he made it painfully clear that no, he does not care about this sport, because it's just a club. a just because, and that it was never going to be anything more than that. he'd been that way about it with basically everything for as long as you two had known each other, and you sometimes wondered whether he genuinely enjoyed anything thoroughly at all, except for maybe you and dino-shaped chicken nuggets.

tonight was different, though.

tonight, tsukishima didn't greet anybody, other than a muffled "i'm home." tonight, kei went straight to his room, in a flurry of frustration both at the fact that they had in fact lost that practice game they were working tirelessly for, but also at the fact that he even cared so much, especially after the many times that he's asserted he doesn't. on an even more concerning note, he's entirely ignored you. left you no message, gave you no call. all which left you with a growing pit of anxiety at the ring background you desperately hoped would illuminate your phone screen, "any moment now..."

6:37PM. you hummed in annoyance at the number. why is it taking him so long to call? is he busy? did something happen? you take a deep breath in an attempt to collect yourself.

ding! you scramble to your bed where you've left your phone to charge.

three new messages - kei

you hurry to read the messages in a rush.

left displeased with the interaction with your boyfriend, you huff. it wasn't abnormal for you and tsukishima to fight. arguing was sort of your love language, even. this was just odd. not an explanation, just a shutdown.

you make up your mind and rush to get dressed. there is no way he's this upset and you can't comfort him about it. you weren't going to let him grow distant when he needs you most, so you dash over to his house, in as little time as possible.

7:23PM. you make it there, standing awkwardly at the door of his room, a pit growing in you. are you overstepping? maybe he just needed some alone time, and you're acting like a pushover? what if-

creak. the door opens, and you're greeted with wide eyes and a soft voice. "yn?" you gulp. how stupid is it that you've been silently standing here for 2 minutes? "uhh... have you just been standing?" tsukishima says, with some slight, but noticeable judgement in his voice. "yeah..."

a smile (so very slightly) appears on his face, as he pulls on your arm gently to let you in the room, his door shutting with a soft click. and you both stare, awkwardly, until you finally begin, "look, i know you wanted to be left alone, but-"

but nothing, because in that same moment, the near 190cm giant you were standing next to leans over, and rests his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around you, leaving no space for movement. "i'm sorry."

"you're sorry? no, kei it's-"

"we lost the game. it was shitty. i'm mad, and i don't want to be. i want to not feel like i cared about this so much, because, well, fuck. it's just a club. it's supposed to be just a club." tsukishima holds you close, in his strong, unrelenting grasp making you feel at home. "we all put a lot of work into it. i put a lot of work into it. shit. it's whatever."

your arms free themselves from his grip gently, making their way to his hair, playing with the soft, blonde strands. "kei..."

"-and it's fucking, damn it. nothing. it was nothing."

you hum encouragingly. tsukishima might've not been the most social, the most outgoing, or the best with words. but for now, for this moment, it was enough.

your hands cup his face to kiss his forehead lightly, and press it against yours, softly saying, "it's okay. you can always tell me."

your evening is filled with rants, rambles, and complaints, but you wouldn't wish for it to be any other way.

a/n: i did NOT proofread this so if you see anything wrong hush.....

[caramelkoo]

my soul back home. [1]

pairing : Jungkook X reader

genre : frenemies to lovers, writer!jungkook, pilates instructor!oc.

summary : your best friend receives your wedding invitation and realizes he doesn't have much time left before he loses you once and for all.

warnings : slight angst, they fight over a packet of pasta, bickering, oc is a pilates girly yayyy, Jungkook is super protective of the oc, misogyny, body positivity, strong language, hate at first sight.

a/n : heyy my besties, i just wanted to show my gratitude to all of you who read my last work. im so so so grateful to each one of you. it's almost 2am for me and i just couldn't wait to share this. Enjoy and let me know how you like it. xoxo. 💕

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6 years ago

Jungkook's growling stomach diverts his attention from the five page essay he's been trying to work on but barely has written a word. Blaming it on his hunger, he gets and up and decides to make himself some white sauce pasta also known as his comfort food. His mom used to make him when he was a child back in the days just so he can get done with his homework without making her work for it.

When he got into a fight in seventh standard and came back home with a nasty cut under his lip, his mom made it again. It's been his go to ever since.

"Shit" as soon as he enters the kitchen though, he realizes that he ran out of pasta last week when his friends came over.

Picking up his car keys he drives up to his closest supermarket. The lady behind the counter smiling at him as per usual. She must be around 60 year old and every time Jungkook has stopped by to pick anything up, she has been super sweet to him. Not to mention how badly she wants him to meet her granddaughter. He wonders if her granddaughter knows about her grandmother trying to set her up with a stranger.

"How you doin' today, boy?"

"Hey miss Cathy, you having a good day?"

"So far so good" Jungkook walks further inside the store and searches for the pasta packet he came here for. When he spots it, he reaches for it unaware of the hand that goes for the very same packet.

The vanilla and caramel like scent hits him like a truck and when he looks beside him, he freezes. The girl which stares back at him has brown hair which matches the color of her striking eyes. There are freckles all over her nose and cheekbones making it look like a group of stars decided to make a home there on her face. Her glossy lips are parted in surprise, her almond shaped eyes wide. Why does he feel warm all of a sudden? Is the air conditioner off?

"hello?" her voice breaks him off his trance. The girl's eyes have gone narrower now.

"I need the packet." He hears her say again. As beautiful as she might be and as badly as he wanted to get on his knees and.. no !! not going there, he couldn't let her take the pasta. Not when it's about his essay. if he doesn't finish it soon his professor is going to have his head on a platter.

"Oh no no no no no no, I need this and I saw it first so I'm getting this"

"Okay first of all that doesn't make any sense. People can see it things from outside the store, does that mean they own it? plus can you not buy it from some other store?"

now he was getting irritated. she had the audacity to look so gorgeous and on top of that she was fighting over a pasta packet?

"It does. No matter how badly you need it, I need it more."

The girl takes a step forward, "Listen, I have no idea what do you need it for and not that I'm interested but I have to make my little sister her favorite pasta with extra cheese or she is not going to leave me and my boyfriend alone."

See, Jungkook is a simple guy. He likes something and he goes for it. If it was some other place, maybe his college or a restaurant, he would have approached the gal and asked for her number oh so politely but this right here? It's a war and he hates losing. No matter how cute the opponent is.

"I'm sure you can persuade her with a popsicle or two. you can find them at the counter right there" he points towards the counter. "Now let me have the pasta because I need to eat my weight in it so that I can finish my essay and be done with it, alright?"

She scoffs, "You're infuriating you know that?"

"Heard somebody call me that once but I believe they were looking for the word 'lovable'" he shrugs and snatches the packet before making his way to the counter silently hoping miss Cathy does not mention her granddaughter again.

The pretty girl yells behind him, "HEY!! WHAT ARE YOU? 5?"

He places the item on the counter and pays the amount before walking out of the store. God, he was starving. Much to his disappointment, someone calls him out.

"Boy, wait!!!" Fuck, it's Miss Cathy again.

He turns towards her forcing himself to smile, "Yes, ma'am?"

"You know my granddaughter-"

"Miss Cathy, I wish I could give you a minute but I'm actually in a hurry. You see, my brother is visiting with his two year old and it's been a long journey for him and he's starving and I need to-"

Jungkook tried his best to lie through his teeth, he really does until a voice interrupts him. That very same voice.

"Really now? And here I thought somebody was so hungry, they started twitching just by the thought of someone else having that packet of pasta" the pretty girl in yellow sundress folds her arm over chest. "Does she know her tits push up when she does that?" Jungkook thinks.

She continues, "Grans, I didn't know you let liars into your shop?"

Wait, WHAT?! Did she just call Miss Cathy "Grans"? Would you look at that? They weren't lying about the world being small. Who would have guess that the girl he's been trying to avoid is the same girl he can't ever avoid for the life of him.

Miss Cathy's loud wheeze echoes through the store, "Trust me y/n, he's a good fella. Jungkook, this is my granddaughter, y/n. The prettiest, my girl."

She looks so proud while introducing her and rightfully so, if she were his, he would also take pride in that. Minus the pasta fight, though. The thought scares the shit out of him and maybe that's why he runs. His feet move rapidly not stopping until he's facing his car in the parking lot.

How the hell did he even let that thought enter his mind? One minute he was sneering at her and now he wanted to make her his? He began imagining what would it be like to call her, his? Quickly starting the engine he drives himself to his apartment. Later that night, he takes a cold shower and fucks his hand while thinking about the same vanilla and caramel scent.

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present time

Jungkook has always loved being alone, his solitude has been something which he absolutely appreciated. Being the eldest son of his family he's been the one to pick up everyone's pieces but when it came to him, nobody served that purpose so he ran. Ran away from his home, from the chaos, the noise and most importantly the responsibilities. That's not to say that he's a quitter but when you have a father sitting on your chest all the time and making it extremely hard for you to live your life, you might as well be called one. He chose his peace and he does not regret anything about it.

Unfortunately though, he left something very precious back home and as much as it hurt him to do so, he knew he couldn't not escape.

The room is quiet enough that he can hear his heart beating straight out of his chest and his breathing turning ragged. When he came back from his early morning run he did not expect to find a wedding invitation in the mail box. he wasn't even planning on checking the damn mailbox if it wasn't for the small part of him wanting to do so.

The man had the whole day planned and now he was standing in the middle of the hall feeling like somebody dropped a huge rock on his chest and said "deal with it" with a piece of paper in his hand he can't wait to burn or tear into pieces. He needs to sit down.

He unlocks his phone and finds your number at the very top of his dial list. You guys were talking last night only about your studio being renovated and it confuses him to the core as to why you didn't mention anything about your wedding.

"Hey, what's up?" your voice greets him, cheery as always.

"You're getting married?" the words seem bitter on his tongue.

"Oh my god, finally. You got the invitation" a dagger through his stomach would hurt less right now. He runs his fingers through his hair, messing them up and continues.

"Were you ever going to tell me about it?"

"No because I wanted it to be a surprise. I asked Taehyung and Cynthia to do the same as well. Aren't you glad you happened to check your mailbox, huh?"

Jungkook blinks, once and then again. He was having a hard time comprehending all of this. Hadn't he checked the mailbox, would you have gotten married and never told him about it? He was going to throw up. When he replies his voice is brittle.

"Listen, can i call you again? I need to run some errands"

"Sure, but don't-" he hangs up and runs to the bathroom before emptying his stomach.

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5 years ago

Sweat drips down from your forehead, your chest moves up and down from how fast your breathing has gone. A moan slips out as you spread your legs a bit wider.

"Just one more aaaaand perfect. Now release" the Pilates instructor's voice reaches to your wet ears. You place yourself down on the mat.

"Fuck, she'll kill me one of these days" Your routine has already been fucked up because of your college exams and after finally being fed up of sticking your nose in the books, you had decided to get on with Pilates. You fell in love with it a year ago.

After working your body in the gym and realizing that high intensity workouts are no good for you, you gave low intensity workouts a chance and boom! The clouds parted and now you're almost in the best shape of your life.

You have never loved your body as much as you do now and if your 13 year old self could look at you, she'd give you a pat on the back. She wouldn't believe that people no longer make fun of her for not having thigh gap or slender arms. Indeed, it took several lunges, roll ups, spine twists, ab burners to get there.

It's not like you have the most anime like body, no. But you have finally stopped beating yourself up over it, accepting the fact that people's negative opinions are just a reflection of their own insecurities.

Your phone pings with a notification and you pick it up. It's the guy you've recently began talking to on hinge. Your boyfriend, now ex, broke up few months ago because he suddenly thought sleeping with his manager would be something you'd look past. Clearly, he was wrong and now he can choke on a thorny dick for all you care.

When your best friend, Cynthia had suggested to join a dating app just for the plot, you did it. Besides, what more could go wrong? An hour of swiping left and two cups of coffee later, you came across a guy with pictures of a guitar, a black cat and a chess board. In your defense, his cat was cute.

The texts reads, "Are you free on the upcoming Saturday? My buddy said there's a new coffee shop and they sell the best hazelnut frappe in existence."

You think before replying. According to the stats, it's the ninth day since you have started talking. Isn't it too soon to be going on a date? Although, there is a small part of you who wants to say "fuck it" and go. Before your thoughts go spiraling you go with the latter.

"Sure. Hazelnut frappe is my favorite" locking your phone you prepare to take a long hot bath. After all, you've earned it.

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Turns out the nerdy guys possessing a hobby of playing chess are not worth it. At least this one isn't. You wonder if you killed a bunch of kittens in your past life because seriously? When you said yes to the date two days ago, the thing you expected the least was your date constantly talking about how many hours he spends in the gym, which protein shake he drinks, even mansplaining about the NHL team he's been obsessed with. Guess you should have seen it coming from the way he couldn't even wait till ten days to ask you on a date.

Honestly, whenever you go on dates you can't help but expect the other person to be on their worst behavior. For example, you can expect the guy to dress badly, smell badly, show up late or conventionally not show up at all. This guy right here is outright insane and has failed to stay in his lane. You were getting agitated at this point.

"And then BOOM!! he shoots the most legendary shot of his life. This is what happens at NHL, you-" he stops when you stand up from your place.

"Excuse me, I'll just be back in a second" you place the napkin on the table as you grab your purse hoping the washroom has a secret exit or something.

But before you could even take a step forward, his voice stops you.

"Oh I know where this is going, You'll excuse yourself politely and then run away like some coward huh? Typical escape plan for you girls?" His voice sounds so nasty and when you turn towards him he's scowling at you like YOU'RE the one who was being a twat the whole time.

you mumble, "What do you mean?"

He stands up and walks towards you. You really try to ignore people staring at you but you're only human. The sudden rush of emotions have caused your mouth to go dry. It's hard to process what's happening.

"What I mean is that you're probably gonna go in there, call your best friend and ask her to help you escape because you can't stand another second with me" he raises his right eyebrow up.

"Sir, please you're causing trouble for everyone. I suggest you to please sit down"

This is beyond embarrassing. If you were planning to give this guy another chance earlier, there's no way in hell you're going to do that now. Over your dead body. So you do the only thing that makes perfect sense. Your hands fly and you hit his cheek with so much force, you swear you hear his jaw pop.

There are several gasps around you. If you're going to get booed on, you might as well make the most out of it.

His face turns sideways before he stands up straight. He raises his hand to hit you back but suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand grabs his forearm and yanks it away. You instantly know who it is. It's the same arm you wanted to twist a year back at the grocery store.

"Get your filthy fucking hands away from her"

After an year of trying to forget about him, he's here yet again and he's saving you from this asshole. You couldn't decide if you should be thrilled about him coming at your rescue or worried about him being back.

[pepsiboyy]

BELLYACHE.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: where reader comes home after a long day with a stomach ache to her loving boyfriend :p warnings: established relationship, use of y/n lol, FLUFFF!!!!!!!!!!!, cursing a/n: hi idk i thought of this and wrote it in like 20 min and u guys are BOMBING cruise control so YAYYY i hope it is freaking awesome love u all <33

your breath was shaky and your eyes were lidded as you searched for your keys in all of your pockets. the fresh love hoodie that draped over your body was the only thing keeping you at a decent body temperature as you stood outside the triplets' home, a hand clutching your stomach. it had been aching since earlier today, and you couldn't help but assume it was just your cramps.

"fuckin, where is it."

your eyes scanned your backpack, now, for the spare.

"there you are."

you quickly grab the key and open the front door with it, letting out a deep sigh of relief as you let yourself in and shut the door quickly, yet quietly behind you.

after a long day of nonstop work and being on your feet, you were just ready to lay down with your boyfriend. tomorrow was your first day off in about a week now. your body couldn't take anymore, especially not the nonstop stabbing pains that no amount of painkiller seemed to kill.

with a deep sigh, you set your things down at the kitchen table and moved to grab a soda in the fridge. you took two pepsis from their box and shut the fridge, smiling softly to yourself at the thought of your boyfriend's expression when receiving a pepsi from you.

finally, a moment to yourself and your boyfriend where you two can relax and not worry about you having work the next morning. relax and just have your boy to yourself, relax and just-

thud.

your eyes widened and your body froze its movements as one of the pepsis rolled down the stairs and cracked open, exploding all over the floor and against the cabinets.

footsteps came rushing up the stairs, and you turned your head to see your boyfriend, chris, hair disheveled like he had just awoken from the best sleep of his life.

"y/n? are you okay?"

you set the other pepsi down and let your arms fall to your sides, tears running down your cheeks.

"hey hey hey," chris quickly made his way over and, careful not to step in the soda on the floor, stood in front of you and cradled your face in his hands. "what's wrong my love? it's just a pepsi, and-"

"it was the last one." you mumbled before burying your face into your hands.

"it's okay, really, you can have this one," he held up the pepsi that you had set on the counter. "or we can share it," he chuckled, knowing you would offer.

you let out a deep sigh and shook your head, looking at chris for a moment before looking away. "i just want to be with you. i'm tired of being on my feet, i'm sick of work, i'm sick of people, my stomach is killing me and it won't stop," you sniffled, looking up at him.

chris nodded as he listened closely before coming forward and setting a hand against your cheek. he gently kissed your forehead and wiped your tears with his thumbs. "go get changed into something comfortable, i will clean this up." he whispered softly, smiling reassuringly at you.

with a soft nod, you collected your things, including the stray pepsi and made your way down the stairs and into chris's room.

you let out a deep sigh as you took in the scent of his room, almost immediately feeling comfort. you set your backpack down by his desk and began changing into some pajamas you had laying around in chris's room. you pulled the hoodie back over you and shifted to carefully lay against chris's bed, your mind and body finding comfort in his sheets while trying to ignore the undying pain in your stomach.

your eyes almost immediately began to close.

"how you feelin?"

you lifted your head to see chris, smiling softly when noticing the cup of chamomile tea and some painkillers. he shut the door behind him with his foot and made his way over to the bedside table, setting them down by you.

"'m okay." you mumbled as you smiled brightly at him.

god, you loved him so much. it's the little things. really.

chris nodded as he shifted to lay beside you, humming to himself in the process.

you took a sip of the tea he made for you, humming at the taste and setting it down. "thank you for the tea, really."

chris nodded as he shifted to lay down, his head in the crook of your neck now as he gently pulled you against him by your waist.

his hand moved to gently tuck under your fresh love hoodie and gently graze your stomach, his hand resting there softly.

your face felt hot. every time chris got remotely close to you, it did. this kid gave you butterflies at any given moment.

"is this okay?"

chris's voice ripped you from your thoughts as you nodded and closed your eyes, moving to gently wrap your arms around his shoulders, one of your hands moving to gently bury into his hair.

chris hummed as he felt your touch, his eyes closing as he allowed his thumb to graze back and forth on your skin softly.

"get some sleep alright?" chris mumbled softly, his voice groggy.

you smile softly and nodded, as you knew chris was already beginning to trail off.

"i love you so much," you whispered, eyes closing as you leaned down to gently kiss the top of his head, before you allowed your head to fall back and and your mind slowly drift to asleep.

"i love you too, y/n."

chris fell asleep, his hand never removing itself from your stomach and/or waist and his breath soft against your chest.

and when you woke up, your bellyache was gone.

[juqtier]

☆◞: IM ALWAYS JUST A DOOR AWAY ✧ SPENCER REID

SPENCER REID X FEM READER

SUMMARY: when you moved in to your new apartment, you never imagined your neighbor, spencer reid, would be such a nightmare. he wasn’t your favorite guy. in fact, you hated him. unfortunately for you, you can never seem to escape him. the universe clearly has other plans for you two.

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption in some chapters, angsty, arguing, spencer is kind of (definitely) an asshole, kissing, cursing, somewhat darker plot points as story progresses (this is my first ever full story fanfic! so it might be bad…) this will also be 10 parts so yayyy

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

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chapter 1 : a nightmare..

✎Was it even possible to hate someone so much that even the thought of them made your blood boil?

You never thought that was even possible. You were always trying to see the best in people, even if they were rude to you. That all changed when you moved next door to Spencer Reid.

Spencer Reid

The bane of your existence.

You had moved into your first apartment alone, with the help of your parents loaning some money and your waitressing job, when you had the unpleasant experience of meeting him.

God, he was so stuck up and pretentious. Getting to know him might have been your biggest regret.

The first day you met him, he immediately gave you an attitude.

You weren’t all that familiar with this area, so you took it upon yourself to try and make friends with the neighbors.

As you walk up to the door and knock, you become excited at the potential of a new friendship.

Behind the door, you can hear a quiet, muffled voice and some shuffling before it’s opened to reveal a rather tall man looking down at you.

“Yes?” He sounded a bit annoyed, yet you continued your introduction.

“Hi, I’m your new neighbor! My name is-“

“Cool, I’m really busy, and if it isn’t important, don’t bother me.” The man quickly shuts the door.

You were so puzzled and quite upset.

Who just shuts the door on someone’s face like that?

-‘๑’-

However, after some time, you forgave it. Everyone has bad days; everyone is very busy at some point. Maybe he was just overwhelmed, right?

That was until you saw him again, in the parking lot of the apartments.

You found out his name was Spencer Reid from some other neighbors. This only made you more interested in getting to know him, or at least being civil with each other.

You were getting out of your car after returning home from work when you saw him coming down the stairs to the parking lot. Trying to be friendly, you waved and smiled.

“Hello!” Your expression was bright and kind, as always. Something Spencer never seemed to return. He visibly rolled his eyes at you, rushing to his car.

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something to offend him? Do I have something stuck in my teeth

Your thoughts ran wild, doubting every interaction you have had with anyone before. Were you just annoying? You barely had a conversation with the man; how could he find you annoying?

Maybe he just sucked?

-‘๑’-

For months, your interactions were the same. You’d attempt to be friendly, and he’d quickly (and quite rudely) shut you down. You had convinced yourself he was just a busy man until you were proven right. He just sucked.

Friday, 10:49 pm

Music played throughout your living room as you unwinded on your couch. The weekend had just begun, so you decided to finally relax. Work had been extra shitty today, and you felt you deserved a break. You sat on your couch, reading a book, as your favorite songs played when you heard a knock at the door.

Who could be knocking so late?

Placing your book down and quickly turning the music off, you rush to answer the door.

As it opened, you'd never been more confused to see Spencer Reid standing in front of you.

“Uh, hi? Is something wro-”

“Can you turn the music down?” He seemingly snaps, not even letting you finish your sentence.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to have it so lo-”

“If you’re going to blare your music, you shouldn’t have such terrible taste.”

You were taken aback. You were used to the interruptions, the eye rolling, even being completely ignored. But now, he was just being plain rude.

“What? I said I’m sorry.. What’s your problem?”

You were almost about to snap at him. It took all of your power to not rip into him, calling him every name you could think of.

“My problem? My problem is that ever since you moved here, I can’t get even a moment of peace. Some people have jobs and commitments.”

What the actual fuck?

“Holy shit, Spencer. I’ve done nothing to you, but all you’ve done is be an asshole to me!”

Your anger and frustration seemed to boil over in that exact moment, not caring if you hurt his feelings anymore.

“Actu-”

“No, let me talk for once. I don’t know where you work or what you do to make you think you are so morally superior to me, but fuck. You are so fucking mean.“

He seemed shocked at the sudden outburst, as you only ever showed him your bright and bubbly side. His eyes widened slightly, not expecting the blow-up.

“You don’t get to talk down to me because you’re in a pissy mood. So leave me the fuck alone.”

With that, you slam your door in his face and quickly turn around. Your fists clench as you storm to your room and flop onto your bed, letting out a groan of frustration.

God, he was a nightmare.

-‘๑’-

PT 2

a.n : sorry if this sucks or is boring! i’ve never wrote a story like this before but i hope it’s okay!

[chaosduckies]

Congrats on 100 follows! I'm so happy for you, you deserve 100% of it. For the celebration fic ideas, I shall re-propose Nathan, Ryker and his siblings going to McDonald's. (I have no idea why it's it's funny to me)

It can either be a non serious crack fic, or maybe it can be full of fluff (maybe Nathan not having eaten there since before he was taken? Maybe eating there reminds him of his family? Maybe Ryker offers to pay and Nathan starts crying?)

-Totally Normal Anon You Have No Idea Who I am ✨

Hahahaaa I loved this idea!

I chose to do half and half! Hopefully it’s more funny than serious?! I also hope that you like it because I had noooo idea what I was doing half the time (yayyy writing past midnight) so I’m just hoping that it’s okay-

Also I definitely don’t know who you are anon mhmmm

Word Count: 2.1k

Cw: None!! :D

———Ryker———

It was after school, well for my younger siblings at least. Being out of school felt great. Less worries, I could finally make more time for myself and Nathan. Of course there were some times when it was stressful because technically I am in college, but that didn’t count since I only had to actually go on campus for two days out of the week. The rest of the time it was online work. Not too hard. Usually everyone would just walk home from school, but today I decided that we could all go eat out, and of course since there were more kids in the house than grown-ups, no thanks to Lucky and Dylan, they all decided to go eat at the most childish place ever. Mcdonalds. Because what toddlers and teenagers don’t want a happy meal? Nathan of course thought it was hilarious, but said he’d never had it before, which only made me lean towards actually getting it. Curse my stupid heart. 

Nathan sat on my shoulder for the first time ever. He had said he finally had the courage to, but I could tell that he was still terrified of falling. Even after I told him I wouldn’t let him fall off. He gripped some of the loose cloth on my jacket, struggling to keep his balance. As usual, I kept my movements light and controlled to offer some kind of reassurance, but obviously it wasn’t helping. 

“You can just let me hold you. I don’t mind.” I offered a hand, but he shook his head. I knew he was fine with it too. He’d always say that he gets tired. 

“No. I have to get used to this eventually. You can’t keep carrying me everywhere in your hands.” He argued, glancing at the ground then immediately looking back up. I didn’t mind the stares people gave me. But maybe he did? He didn’t exactly like being seen by other people so it would make sense. 

I moved my hand back down and shoved it back in my pocket, but still kept a close watch to make sure he wasn’t close to falling. I just had to trust that he could keep himself up, and I completely did! But I just didn’t want him to hurt himself. I think being the parent of five younger siblings for two years actually creates mom instincts. I sighed to myself, laughing to myself. Nathan had been curious, but didn’t want to lose focus on the death grip he had on my jacket, “Just thought of something.” I forced myself not to shrug my shoulders. Maybe I wasn’t as used to this either. Then again, I’m not really the one who carries everyone everywhere. Guess Nathan and I could both use the practice. 

“You’ve really never been there before?” I asked, smirking a bit. I could hear him roll his eyes, “I’m sorryyyy,” We both laughed, “I didn’t know you’d say yes immediately after I said I’d never been.” We laughed a little harder, earning a few looks from people who were also waiting to pick up their kids. Well, for me it was Angela and Isabelle. The other three said they would meet me there. A little suspicious as to why, but I just agreed to it. Maybe Jasmine was going to beat up Dylan for agreeing to this, but then again it’s also partially my fault. Okay, it was entirely my fault for thinking Dylan and Lucky would be on our side. 

The school bell rang, signaling that the kids were going to come rushing out. Soon enough, Isabelle ran out the front doors, safely holding Angela. I was grateful that our parents taught Isabelle otherwise that would have been a nightmare for me. I ignored the looks parents handed me as Isabelle called my name. Nathan hadn’t, even if he tried his hardest to hide himself. 

“Ry! Can we go now!” They grabbed my hand and started to drag me. I glanced over to Nathan who was struggling to stay on. Who knew a 6 year old could be so strong? I helped him back onto my shoulder, then started walking regularly. Isabelle still held onto my hand tightly, a bright smile on her face along with Angela. 

“How was school?” 

“It was good!” Angela answered first. I smiled softly, waiting for the cars to get past the streets before walking across. None of us knew how to drive a car yet so walking was the only way to get around. Though I was working on mine because taking a bus everyday to get to classes was a little tiring. And walking to work. 

“That’s nice. Do anything special?” 

“Nope!” This time Isabelle answered. 

I had no idea what Jasmine usually did, but obviously it was fine. Isabelle didn’t seem to mind the lack of conversation. Actually, she seemed to be having one with Angela. They were going to be inseparable when they grow up. I already know it. It was adorable really. It was nice that they don’t fight as much as I thought they would have by now. If anything they’re somehow growing even closer. Aren’t siblings supposed to fight? Like Jasmine and I? Do those even count as fights if we’re messing around with one another? Oh. I guess I’ve never really fought with any of my siblings. Neither have they. 

After keeping Nathan from falling off my shoulders more times than I could count, and me telling him that he should sit further back so he doesn’t keep slipping off, Jasmine and Angela sighted the sign. I sighed, crossing the street and meeting up with everyone else. 

“You’re both nearly 15 and still decided to come to this kids place?” 

“Exactly! Payback for burning the last of the pancakes yesterday!” I could practically hear him sticking his tongue out as he said that. Jasmine sighed, leaving Dylan and Lucky laughing, probably nearly cry laughing. 

“You’re both kids. It’s not like I meant to burn them!” Jasmine stuck her tongue out. 

“Then it’s a good thing we’re here then huh?” Dylan added on, making them laugh even harder. Jasmine slapped her forehead before noticing Isabelle and Angela. Her face lit up, as if she was fine with them choosing this place. Maybe that was because they were actually kids. I laughed to see how she immediately brought them inside, glaring at Dylan as she walked in. A laugh escaped my mouth as I crossed my arms, “You two kept her company?” 

Lucky finally stopped laughing, catching his breath and wiping away the tears in his eyes before answering, “Yup! Absolutely. Not sure if she liked it though.” Nathan and I laughed before opening the door with Dylan and Lucky following behind. 

There were plenty of other kids and their families here too, some even in the playplace but I didn’t trust it at all if I were being honest. The kids there seemed pretty rough. I guess Isabelle knew that too. 

Jasmine volunteered to order for us, and I already had an idea as to why. I felt Nathan move closer to me when I sat down at the table. He had always been so quiet and sheepish when he went to new places. I smiled, offering a hand for him to climb on so he could eat. I lowered him onto the table after he climbed on, seeing that Lucky was already teasing him again when they walked up to them. I just smiled, turning to talk to Jasmine, “We’re leaving after we eat, right?” 

“Yup! I can’t stand the smell of grease…” She glared right back at Dylan who nervously smiled. I laughed, “I thought so.” I tried my hardest to stay awake, I hadn’t realized I was this tired, but I managed. 

Soon after Jasmine went to go grab the food, and when she came back she had the biggest smirk I have ever seen her made. Dylan stared at he wide eyed before she threw a happy meal right at his face. We all started laughing besides Dylan, who stuck his tongue out at Jasmine as she sat down and passed the food out. Nathan walked over when she placed their things on the table, handing out the things that were for Isabelle and Lucky. He stared at his box, undoing it. I sat with a small salad. Jasmine always knew what I liked somehow everywhere I went. I wasn’t complaining though. Usually I’m too tired to order for myself, and when I do it’s because I have to. Not like we go out to eat very often. 

    Nathan followed Lucky’s lead, opening the box and shrugging his shoulders. I smiled when he took a bite, “Is it as good as Dylan made it out to be?” When he heard that Nathan had never been he had practically praised. Was it funny that an almost 15 year old was acting like a child? I’d be crazy not to say that it was hilarious. I used to like this place, but after a while it kind of lost taste, but who was I to ruin Nathan’s first time here? Even though he’s only a few months younger than me. 

    “It’s good! A little greasy though…” Nathan smiled, eating a little more. At least he was eating it. He seems to like it anyway. He wasn’t picky about anything after all. 

    “Throwing the box at my face…” Dylan started grumbling, throwing a fry in his mouth. Isabelle and Angela were still excited like the little kids they were. Of course Jasmine and I didn’t want this in the first place but as long as everyone was happy we were. We were the older siblings. This just means that everyone else owes us the next time. I’d say this was a win if I were being honest. 

    “You do realize that we get to pick where we go the next time we eat out.” Jasmine and I both crossed our arms with a smirk. Dylan stared at the both of us banging his head on the table. Jasmine patted him on the back, making the both of us laugh. 

After we all ate, I told everyone that they could start heading home so I could pay. Nathan climbed onto my hand this time, not questioning why he preferred that over my shoulder. I was in the middle of pulling out my card before Nathan grabbed my sleeve and started pulling. I paused before my hand dangled over the probably far drop for him, looking down confused. 

“Uh-” He started shaking his head. Did he… not want me to pay? Of course he wouldn’t. He never wanted me to pay for anything, but of course I always snuck past him. I didn’t think that would work this time though. 

“Let me pay. Pleaseeee” He practically begged me. I bit the bottom of my lip, taking a shaky breath, “If I let you will you stop with the puppy eyes?” I chuckled. He nodded his head, probably holding in a laugh. I sighed, shoving the card back into my pocket and bringing my hand closer to the scanner on the screen for him. He lit up as I turned away. I should’ve been the one paying, but I already accepted that I wouldn’t win this fight. 

After he paid I walked off, through the door. 

“Seriously?” I slapped my forehead, smiling. There was no way I could be angry at him. I think it was nice he always fought me to be able to pay for things actually. 

“Yup! You never let me pay.” He sighed. Well he was right about that. I guess that was my fault for never letting him. Yeah I brought this upon myself. Of course he would find a way to surprise me. 

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed, catching up with everyone, “Did you like it? Or do you see why Jasmine and I didn’t want to come here?” I laughed, hearing Dylan still complaining about Jasmine throwing a box at his face. 

“Hmm. A little in the middle. Wasn’t bad, but I definitely prefer homemade cooking.” I forgot he’s never really eaten out before. To be honest neither have we since our mom was so keen on having dinner made at home. Makes me wonder how Jasmine turned out to be one of the worst cooks I’ve ever seen. It was really funny. Also part of the reason we even came out here in the first place. Because she burnt pancakes yesterday. I wasn’t exactly shocked when Dylan called and told me, but I was surprised he just used today as an excuse to get back at her for ruining his favorite breakfast. 

“Well I’m glad you kind of liked it.” I shrugged my shoulders with finally not having to worry about Nathan falling off before Dylan threw the tiny stuffed animal that his box came with at Jasmine. Everyone paused, trying to hold in their laughs. Isabelle and Angela were the first to break, covering for the rest of us.

“Revenge does feel good.” Dylan smirked, arms crossed across his chest. I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, just wait till we get home to see what she does.” I continued walking down the path, grabbing Isabelle’s hand. Knowing Jasmine she would probably just throw something else at him in return. Maybe a little harder than necessary but it’s not either of them would actually hurt one another. 

“Thanks for taking me” Nathan laughed, hearing Jasmine already make her own plans for revenge later. 

“You’re welcome.” I smiled.  ——————

Ummm I hope that was a little more funny than serious! (I wasn’t entirely sure) but I hope this is somewhat what you wanted anon I totallyyyy don’t know! thanks for the prompt!

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[moonswolfie]

BONUS: What happened to Bokuto

This fic won't really make sense unless you read the parent work

HERE

so go do that first before reading this

"I'm super sorry... Boss is saying I need to stay. Please take care of the kids for a little longer."

"It's okay... Really, it is!" Bokuto assured you, saying his goodbyes and hanging up the phone.

He turned back to his kids with a blank expression. "Guess what."

"What?" The kids asked in unison.

"We have two extra hours to play around!" his blank face quickly transformed into an excited smile.

Excited "yayyy"s were heard from all three as they ran back outside to play around.

Time passed quickly as they played various games, joyful laughter echoing throughout the backyard.

"Alright, try receiving this! Remember the pose I taught you." Bokuto served the ball gently.

Sumiko ended up receiving it but it flew off into a weird direction, landing high up in the tall tree in the backyard.

"Ah! I'll go-"

"No. I will go." Bokuto stopped her by pressing a hand to her chest and going to climb the tree himself.

It was time to prove himself as the cool and awesome capable dad.

He climbed with vigor, imagining his kids saying "You're so cool!" "You're the best, dad!"

He grinned happily at that thought, now being high up in the tree. He could almost reach the volleyball. Almost taste victory.

"Just... a little... more..." he stepped on a branch to get closer and his hand grazed the volleyball.

But he failed to realise the branch was too thin to support his weight and he tumbled to the ground with a surprised yelp, the volleyball bouncing to the ground next to him.

"Oh my god, dad, are you okay?!" Kaito ran over to his side.

"I'm.... okay...." he said so, but groaned in pain as he got up, mortified.

"Hahahaha!! Dad fell on his butt!!!" Sumiko laughed wildly, pointing a finger at him, making Bokuto blush even harder.

"H-Hey, it's not funny, at all!!" Bokuto pouted, but it only made Sumiko laugh harder.

How embarrasing....

He walked into the house to cool off, Sumiko's laughter fading behind him, glancing at the clock.

CRAP, it was that time already?! You're gonna come home soon and you're gonna scold him if the kids aren't clean!

"Sumiko, Kaito! Let's go in the shower!" he yelled in a panicked voice.

"No!" they yelled in unison.

"Do you want to be scolded then?" Bokuto asked as if he is immune from being reprimanded by you even though he was quite scared of that fate himself.

"No!" the kids ran past him to the bathroom and he followed them, hastily washing both of them and giving them new clothes after.

"Whew.... I thought I was a gonner..." he mumbled to himself as the kids ran downstairs, all clean and ready to watch TV. You aren't home yet.

He sat down next to them, handing them the remote and groaning in exaustion.

He felt himself heat up in embarrasment at the memory of falling down the tree.

All he wanted to do was look cool... Why must the universe hate him...

His frown was apparent and his hair was deflated, his kids settled in his lap, hugging his waist.

"Dad, you're still dirty! You're gonna get scolded..." Kaito yawned, cuddling up into his side and closing his eyes.

"Oh..." he looked around, wincing when he noticed all the dirt around the house and on him. Seems he didn't notice the mess he made while he was in a panic to get the kids cleaned.

Today was going so well, too...

"Kaito, Sumiko, let's go to... bed." he wanted to get the kids in their rooms so he could atleast attempt to clean the mess, but when he looked down both of the kids were already asleep.

"Oh..." he would normally smile and remark how cute the sight was if he wasn't feeling super sad and embarrased right now.

He himself was getting sleepy, even if it seemed like he has infinite energy to others.

He started nodding off himself, quickly turning off the TV before he falls asleep.

"I really wish you were here..." he whispered, closing his eyes.

Bokuto was a tree climber as a kid and no one can convince me otherwise

[mrsterlingeverything]

Work rambling

I asked my boss (IT job) if i could not come in today cuz i didnt see any new tasks online and again its an hour and a half away so like... gonna be there friday anyways ... he was like umm i do actually need you to come in from 1-3 to make sure some worker knows where to go and has access to something i was like ok. Which is fine i have to be on that side of town anyways in the morning for the ranch so gonna stay at my ex's house cuz why not. My other boss called me yesterday and said public adjusting is picking up like crazy and i should rush to get my license now so she can have me work with her and her pals more (there is actually fun and money here so i want to pursue this and leave the IT stuff behind) so im like yayyy... ok but i thought i was 50% done with my class to get my license but there is like a huge surprise section hidden away so i have way more work to do on that. I need to do some at home organizational work for her, also my first drawing commission is halfway done if u see this hiiii and its been so fun but ough so much to balance. I think thats everything. Roof climb soon but dunno when and need to post on onlyfans again 🫢

[bluelolblue]

I’m sooo excited to work on your happy Santi ask!! So I wanted to give you a happy John ask. What’s Santino doing or what is happening that’s making him smile so much? He looks so enchanted, and I just know it’s because of how much he loves Santino. John deserves all the joy for the way he takes care of his man!! 💙🖤✨

WOAAAHH OMG HE'S ALSO SMILING YAY HAPPY JOHN!! He looks so handsome, too 😭

Thank you soooo much for this beautiful ask!!! 💙🖤💙🖤

ALRIGHT YAYYY! This is also great practice for my writing, to write something just from a picture, get inspired by it! :3

They deserve sooo much happiness so I decided to write another mini fic with them being married and happy and playing with Dog!

This is gonna be really wholesome ^_^

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Fetching Happiness

Winter just started a week ago, and there has been a little bit of snow that unfortunately didn't last long.

It was nice to watch it fall. Although the better view for John was watching Santino smile as he looked through the window at the snow. He genuinely looked happy. That's something that means a lot to John.

Santino is doing a lot better than he used to. He stopped smoking, has normal breakfast that's not just coffee, has lunch and dinner, goes to sleep at normal time, and gets enough sleep, so he fixed his schedule overall. He's doing a lot better, and it's all thanks to John.

Dog also seems to have a positive impact on him. He goes out with him more often, sometimes shorter, sometimes longer walks, most of the time he goes with John, but sometimes alone when John isn't home.

Today looks like a beautiful, refreshing day for a walk. John also heard that they finally allowed dogs in that one little park where they usually walked by. So, he got an idea.

"Hey, love. Do you wanna go to that park with Dog? They allow dogs now." John suggested, leaning over to press a kiss on Santino's neck who just finished his afternoon cappuccino. It's a habit he enjoys every afternoon.

"Oh, they do? Finally! It was about time." Santino always made a comment with John whenever they passed by how it would be amazing if they allowed dogs there. It's a nice little place.

"I'd love to. We can bring those toys for Dog now." Santino said, walking towards his wardrobe. It's winter, so it means he gets to wear his best suits.

It takes him a bit longer than John to get ready, of course. John already packed the dog toys and treats and got himself while Santino was almost done.

"There you go, buddy." John said as he put the collar on Dog and leashed him. Dog wagged his tail happily, excited to go for a walk with them two.

"Alright, I'm ready." Santino said, having his black jacket over his suit. He looked stunning like always, John always ends up staring at him for a bit longer out of admiration. "You look beautiful." John told him with a soft smile. "Thank you, caro. You're beautiful, too." He pressed a kiss on his lips.

"Ah, it's the suit you wore only once. It looks so good on you, bello. You should wear it more often, especially now." Santino pulled back slightly, holding his shoulders as he admired him.

"It's for moments like this." John said softly, caressing his cheek. Santino chuckled quietly, leaning into his palm.

John had a small backpack with dog toys while Santino was the one holding the leash. And Santino likes to think Dog prefers him because "See how he doesn't pull me while we walk? He loves me." And John would always anwser him, "Of course he does, darling."

The fresh, cold air felt amazing, going through their hair and inhaling it. Perfect weather for a walk.

They talked a little while walking, about their other plans, also laughed a little when Dog wanted to chase a squirrel. It's moments like this when they're both so happy just to have each other and spend time together without the stress of their work.

At the park, there weren't too many people, which was good. They found a little spot with a bench where they were further away from others so they could have more privacy.

Dog whined and wagged his tail happily, excited to finally play with his owners. "We haven't even sat down, relax a little." Santino chuckled at Dog and patted his head. "It's really pretty here. Isolated little park. It's good to get away from the city for some time." Santino said as he neatly placed his jacket next to John on the bench. "Yeah, it is." John agreed, looking around at the trees, few little birds. It's a nice place.

He unleashed Dog, he knows he has a good recall, so there won't be any problems with that. "Good dog." John praised as he patted his head, and Dog licked his hand happily.

Santino already pulled out a ball from the backpack to play with Dog. "John, do you wanna join us?" He asked, holding up the ball, and Dog noticed it, so he ran up to Santino. "I will, but in few minutes. You two start without me." John said, settling the backpack and Santino's jacket on the bench. He decided he would place the jacket over his thighs since he knows how much Santino hates when his suits get dirty.

Santino smiled at him and nodded, murmuring something sweet to Dog in Italian as he threw the ball, and Dog ran to catch it.

John didn't want to sit down because he was tired, but because he wanted to enjoy watching Santino finally being happy with his life. He looks so much happier and healthier. He's playing with Dog and having more energy for it.

How Santino laughed whenever Dog brought back the ball, barking happily for Santino to keep throwing it. He also gave him treats whenever he did the tricks he taught him. "Paw. Good boy!" Santino praised, giving him a treat. "Roll over. Buon lavoro! Bellissimo! (Good job! beautiful!)"

It felt so good to see him like this.

"Go fetch!" Santino threw the ball again and watched as Dog ran so fast to get it.

One more thing John loved about Santino's and Dog's interactions. The way Santino hug, snuggle and pat him, speaking softly to him in Italian. That's exactly what he did now.

He patted dogs back, patting his tail bone as Dog wagged his tail and panted through the ball in his mouth. Dog absolutely enjoyed this.

John couldn't help himself but smile and laugh at seeing them like that. Seeing his husband finally laughing because he truly felt happy. He wishes he could watch him like this every day, every minute, because it's such a good feeling and his heart feels warmer with so much love.

"Why are you laughing?" Santino asked with a smile. "I'm happy you're doing better, love." John said softly, looking at each other with sympathy and love. Santino huffed a small chuckle, blushing a little. "It's all thanks to you, bello." Santino smiled.

"C'mon, join us!" He called for John. And John, of course, joined him. Joining his husband and their dog.

A man like John managed to change Santino to a better and healthier person. He cares so much for him, he himself also feels much happier lately.

Kissing him softly, telling him how he's so glad that he's enjoying this. And Santino replied with another more longer kiss.

However they got interrupted by Dog nudging the ball into John's hand.

"It's your turn now." Santino told him, chuckling a little. "I suppose so." John said softly, taking the ball and throwing it.

They're both happy. Finally happy with their lives.

[livindedkenny]

My lonely little world

yayyy continuationnn, sorry I've been gone for a bit; my pup just passed and it was really rough :( but he's better at least! He was pretty old, a 10 year old Chihuahua. I haven't really felt like writing much, but how are you guys?

Pip stared in awe at the spot for a good minute, taking a moment to process what he had saw. 'phillip?' pip turned to see his boss looking at him with concern, 'yes ma'am?' he awnsered; snapping from his thoughts. 'you've been staring at that same chair for the past minute, why you look as if you've seen a ghost!' pip shook the thought of telling her that he saw something like that, instead just staying silent and dodging the question with one of his own. 'has the shipment came in today?' Mrs. Nicks has been ordering new things for months, surprisingly for pip she had been a big fan of the paranormal and began to wonder down the rabbit hole of things that might speak to her and her customer base. One might think that's quite odd for a lady in her early 60s but he wasn't one to judge. 'Oh yes a ton has came in! It just arrived before you clocked in, it's in the storage room at the moment'. Pip left to go receive the boxes, bringing one to the front of the box and grabbing the box cutter to open it. Ouija boards, 20 boards in the box together. Pip lined them all a row facing out of the shelves and pinning the price on the shelf, turning around to grab the trash, a box fell. Pip went to pick it up. It fell again. The cycle continued throughout the day until pip left to go home, taking the time to say goodbye and make sure the box was on the shelf where it wouldn't fall. He walked home listening to music on his walkman and trekking through the snow, it felt extra cold today especially when hitting some places like the old movie theater.

Pip arrived home eager to get warm. He opened his door and walked through the living room and down the small hallway to his bedroom. Taking off his shoes he looked to his bed and saw the ouija board that had been falling all day. 'oh sweet Jesus!!' he jumped from his own skin, quickly he picked the box up and shoved it in his closet; he'd have to take it back tomorrow so Mrs. Nicks didn't think he'd stolen it. After calming down his heart rate he decided to go start dinner, forgetting about the paranormal device inside his closet.

Pip stepped out of the shower, drying his long blonde hair roughly with a towel. Walking to his bedroom he saw the shadow again, eyes glowing red with a wide sadistic toothy grin and just as it appeared it disappeared into the shadows leaving pip with shivers. Opening his door he got a flash of a red room, fire everywhere and people screaming. pip shook his head to get it out instead hurrying to get dry and get dressed so he could settle for bed and get ready for work. Anything to get that horrid imagery out of his head.

Pip lay peacefully in his bed, listening to the soft ticking of the clock

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

........

He lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling not able to get the hot flaming image out of his mind. Eventually he was so exhausted he passed out. Dreaming of a little room, a light brown room; decorated with a tall bookshelf, globes, maps, and a large grandfather clock. Pip sat in a plush green chair unaware of where he currently resided. He sat until he heard a voice whisper 'hello' in his ear.

DONG.

The grandfather clock rang, it was midnight. Pip opened his eyes, but this time he was inside an old looking castle, spider webs everywhere. Pip tried to look around but his head was stuck in one place. He squeezed his eyes close again hoping he could just wake up, feeling a heavy weight on his chest pip gasped and opened his eyes, looking around the area. He was home. In his bed. Home. He sighed, flopping down on his pillow checking the time. '7:45' deciding to get an early start he pushed himself up to take yet again another shower to rinse away all the sweat of the previous night. Drying his hair and pulling it back in a small ponytail, leaving two strands in front of his face. Putting on his uniform he headed for the door, just before remembering something and running back into his closet. 'the ouija board!' with his newly equipped item pip headed for the street again.

Opening the door to the small jingle pip placed the board back in its place and went to his daily tasks. The board occasionally falling in the floor when pip passed. 'say phillip have you noticed that board today?' Mrs. Nicks brought it to his attention, something he really didn't wanna touch with a ten foot pole if given the choice. 'ah, can't say I haven't. Bloody things been on my tail all week.' pip turned back twords the boards, staring at the letters engraved into the wood. Walking twords it he flicked his fingers over the burned wood, feeling a strange pull to it that even if he jerked away now he'd stay in place. 'may be a sign boy, why don't you try it out' pip wasn't sure if he should share with her the details of the previous night. 'aha, I'll think about it' he replied with a nervous smile.

By the time pip clocked out his mind was set, he'd buy that board and set a ritual, it's nothing more than folklore. Right?

[inoriemiko]

Funny how by up to 10 minutes past 5pm, I was tweaking down a depressive episode, even wrote a suicide note half way. I had texted my fp an hour earlier so him not responding or even reading my texts made me spiral even further. I had browsed painless ways to die and wept and was just spiraling, fast. I had no one to talk to, no reason to even be alive, the guy I'm talking to doesn't seem to want to put in the effort I'm pouring in, I don't know how I feel about my one friend in my course and I couldn't disturb my flatmates with my problems.

I prayed and cried(tearless) and was just generally tweaking so bad I couldn't even escape into sleep. I'm not sure if I even slept for more than 30 minutes without waking up from anxiety.

The trigger was that my uni emailed me saying that they could pull me out and revoke my visa because my fees haven't been paid yet(they have been paid actually,idk what the uni is on) and I'll be deported and UK shii. I'm in my last year, and I've barely passed my other 2 years with 3rd classes and have been working really hard to pass this year. I try to read every night, I put in 3 times more effort into my studies than I ever have (Given my social and mental situation rn). I'm set on passing no matter what it costs me(without cheating or selling y soul or some other extremes), if it makes my parents proud and shows that my dad isn't working like a dog back at home(in Nigeria) to just pay for my fees(I have 2 other siblings in uni who he also pays fees for, I can't even imagine how many loans he has to take and how much of his savings he has dug into.)

[Quick note, I'm the only one schooling in the UK. As of today 1 Pound is 2,119 Naira (currency in Nigeria). My fees are about 23,500 Pounds, and, I'll spare you the maths, in Naira, my dad has to pay up to 50,000,000 Naira. I wish I was joking but that's only my school fees, excluding my spending fees, traveling fees, accommodation fees, and not to talk of my other siblings fees as well. We are middle class Nigerians btw so it's only by God's grace we have made it this far]

It triggered me even more because I knew I've sent an email to the school a few weeks back telling them that my fees have been paid but I got no response now they are threatening me??!? And yes, I also blame myself because after that email I sent all those weeks ago, I completely forgot to follow up with them, again given my emotional circumstances. I'm so scared, I barely managed to make it to third year without getting my visa revoked the first time due to me being in an integrated masters course not not making it into the masters course third year so I had to be dropped to a bachelor's third year(UKIV sucks frr) and now this?!??

Anyways, the depressive episode lasted for hours till around 8-9pm. I'm not sure if I was even asleep or dissociated but I feel okay. Feels like I woke up honestly but I can't remember that period of time, it's fuzzy. Anyways, I'm okay now(my socially acceptable way of saying I feel numb and empty inside) and I am no more suicidal, yayyy.

But my fp left me on read so there's still that, and I'm not sure what tomorrow holds regarding my entire school fees issue so there is still the anxiety looking overhead about that. I just pray my fees have actually reached the school and the school was just not thorough enough 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Also, about to continue my chronic overspending spree on this Bath and body works Japanese cherry blossom perfume. Omg, it smells sooooooo good🤧

[heatwa-ves]

Hi Tia how r u doing. I have a long ass drive today that I'm not looking forward to... tell me about your jojos

yayyy gonna talk about hot pants because she's been on my mind lately. first of all yeah her name is hot pants from the james brown song it's deeply unserious but also I kinda respect it like she chose it herself as an alias and you gotta be a certain type of person to pull off being called hot pants. i have my own theories as to what her actual name is (helena pucci you are so dear to me) but she's only ever referred to as hot pants in canon.

so the whole plot of part 7 is that there's a load of people doing a pan continental horse race from san diego to new york in 1890 and along the way the main characters find part of a corpse and it gives them stands basically and so we have four or five groups trying to find all these corpse parts for their own goals johnny the main character is trying to find them because he thinks the corpse could help him regain the ability to walk after he was injured pre canon the president wants it because he sucks and loves america and jesus (the corpse is jesus btw) and thinks all these other backwards nations don't deserve the corpse of jesus christ diego is going after it for shits and giggles tbh hes vaguely working for the president but tbh hes just here to get paid

and hot pants she's a nun of the vatican and she's here on behalf of the vatican to find the corpse and take it back to the pope where it belongs I guess. except she's actually trying to get it because she's desperate for salvation and she thinks the corpse will save her from her sins

what sins, you may be asking. well when she was younger she and her little brother were in the woods for whatever reason I think they were picking berries idk and they were attacked by a bear and she survived and her brother didn't. she says that she killed him she pushed him towards the bear in order to escape herself but it's unclear how much of her own recollection of stuff is clouded by self hatred and time she's at least ten years older now than she was then probably more tbh . I imagine it was something like they were running and got separated and he fell behind and she couldn't go back for him or she would've died too she turned back and saw the bear kill him and had to just keep running despite his screams or something like that idk you could extrapolate a lot from here but I don't think she deliberately killed him I think that's something she's internalised and can't move on from. so she returns home and everyone is really sympathetic about the accident and the loss of her brother but because she blames herself so heavily she can't bring herself to be around all these people who love her she feels she doesn't deserve it and so she becomes a nun to get away from her family and try to atone for her sins. at some point she ends up moving to the vatican and then joins the race (at 23!!! she should be at the club!!)

so yeah shes in the race and she's a pretty important supporting character in her first appearance she rides up to johnny and gyro and is like hi im gonna fucking kill you because you killed my cow. she had a cow I guess . I don't really know why. yeah they didn't kill her cow but she's violence first questions later type of guy and so she does nearly kill them with her stand which is uhh. it's an aerosol and it shoots flesh out 👍 she does some pretty cool stuff with it tbh but that's not the point here anyway gyro thinks she's a man at this point which good for her I respect the gender game she's playing. anyway then the three of them get stuck in a timeloop and she passed out and johnny is like omg she's a woman that's cool and doesn't tell gyro because gyro hates women and johnny is the world's first feminist and them they steal her sandwiches and leave. thinking about this arc I missed out a lot because its mostly a gyro arc hp is just there it's her first appearance but she doesn't do that much

she shows up again later when the two of them are like 30 seconds away from death fixes them up with her flesh spray and steals all the corpse parts they had collected by this point she does some more stuff etc implicates herself so now she's wanted by the government and then my fav arc begins it's mostly about johnny and it's brilliant but hp is also here. they end up at a church and hp is there but she's in her nun clothes idr what it's called and gyro doesn't recognise her because he's incapable of being normal about women and he just fucks off to do whatever meanwhile johnny is talking to her and there's this scene which im soooooooooooooo obsessed with

in my beautiful world they fall in love post canon but . well. I'll get to that later and she doesn't answer him she says they're all about to die she's being taken over by this stand ability called civil war which is really really interesting it's basically like. anything the person it's targeting feels grief over comes back to haunt them and idrk how to explain what that's like ill just show u but it's pretty on the nose symbolism about hps whole character and offers pretty interesting insights onto johnny and gyro too

actually forget that im gonna talk about her and johnny they make me sick and somehow no one else sees how good their relationship is. they're really similar they both blame themselves for the deaths of their brothers but while hps family loved her so much she couldn't bear it and ran away johnnys dad said to his face yeah the wrong son died which is like. insane. hello. to your son's face. anyway they're both driven by this desire for something to save them it's like uh yk that post that goes "I hope one day they do a test on me and find out im deficient in some type of vitamin and I'm put on vitamin supplements and that solves every problem ive ever had" it's like that they want this corpse to save them but it CANT because nothing can save them but themselves johnny thinks if he's able to walk again his life will go back to how it was and a) it won't because this journey has irreparably changed him and b) he cant regain the ability to walk he can't and the problem is he can't accept that he's driven by this faith in something that can't save him and the same for hot pants she thinks of she can find the corpse it will save her from her sins but she has to be the one to move past her sins no one else can heal her theres not a switch that when flipped will fix her

she will always carry this grief with her always always and she has to learn to live with that but she's so deep in her own self loathing that all she's thought about in years is how she's a sinner in need of a saviour she has to be her own saviour she has to move on and she CANT she's been static all these years the grief is as raw as it was ten years ago arfghghhlgkfgkaglalgw however unfortunately for us all araki is incapable of writing a good ending to her (and johnnys) arcs because he regains the ability to walk magically thanks to the corpse of jesus christ and she dies in pursuit of salvation which is pointless because thats what she WANTS!!!!!

she'd rather die a martyr than live a sinner and by killing her off (pointlessly and pretty much off screen. Btw ) it ruins what her whole arc was building up toooooo god I'm so mad about this. it's fine in my beautiful world she survives and reunites with johnny after the events of canon and they travel to italy together and johnny is still disabled and they get close and grow as people and he becomes the first person she's let herself really be close to and they Get eachother and have a level of mutual respect from when they first meet and every subsequent meeting adds to that and they need another slower journey where they're not fighting for their lives all the time to address what they've been through and who they are and who they will be aghhjhj this needs to be a longfic so bad if I wasn't the worlds slowest and least motivated writer

I was gonna talk about the rest of civil war arc and her relationship with diego but it's 11:30 pm I have work in the morning and I've talked more than enough goodbye I hope this was understandable

[starjxsung]

HEY STAR!!! so remember how I promised to spill about my injury updates??? umm I finally got some answers, which I'm excited about but everyone else seems nervous about lmao 😭 so basically I've had really bad knee pain for like, half my life and no one knew what it was. i recently had MRIs and I just had my follow up today so yayyy! the doctor was also kinda fine so that's a bonus 🤭 but I went with my dad since I'm back home rn and the doctor told us that he can see a few different issues from my X-rays and MRIs, and on their own, they wouldn't be a big deal. buttt since I have them all, they're causing lots of issues. he literally called me complex 💀 and he walked us through a couple surgeries that he thinks could help the problem. the one he thinks would help the most is kinda a lot 😀 basically he wants to cut through my femur, realign it so it's straight, and hold it in place with a plate and screws.... so yeah. and if I do end up going with that one, he'd do the left first, let it recover, and if it works well and heals nicely, he'd go back in to do my right. tbh I'm not really concerned about the actual surgery cutting into my leg amd sawing through my bone part, but I'm more worried about the recovery time especially because i play softball. but also I'm just glad to finally get answers after so long of doctors just telling me "yeah, there's something wrong, let's do physical therapy and see if it helps" FOR NINE+ YEARS 😭 like yeah atp i dont think its helping very much, is it?

but anyways I bought my ATE album and I'm excited for that. I MISSED YOU STAR BBY IM SO EXCITED TO FINALLY FILL YOU IN! HOW ARE YOU???

my kitties say hello 💕💕💕

OH MY GOD????((( I mean I’m so glad you finally got some answers and that they were able to find an underlying cause but that sounds so intense ☹️☹️☹️☹️ have you scheduled the surgery yet or are you still deciding whether you want to get it? Also what IS the recovery time??? I’m so sorry bby that sounds really rough ☹️ especially since you play softball!!!! Keep me posted on whether you go through with it aaaaaa I’m rooting for you so hard and I’m sending you all my love and healing vibes ☹️🫶🫶🫶🫶 I will deadass send flowers to your hospital room I LOVE U 💐🌻🌷🪻🌹

ALSO MY ATE ALBUM SHIPPED YURRRRR comeback this week it doesn’t even feel real 😭😭 I’m seeing Ateez tonight and then flying to LA to see them again and then Lolla the week after next and I’m crazy busy at work AAAAA I’m so stressed but also just excited for everything and I wish I could take a month off just to sleep after all my shows 😭 ALSO HELLO TO UR KITTIES WOWOWOWOW THEY’RE SO CUTIE

I love u so much angel baby keep me posted on everything I’m rooting for u so hard !!!!!!!!! LOVE UUUUUU happy skz comeback week take care of yourself for me 👼🫶🫶🫶🫶❤️ here’s momo who’s also cheering for u

[dizzypplbecomeblurry]

ok day recap time ig didn’t do one yesterday bc i did bad yesterday 😔😔 wasn’t until 3pm that i realized ohhhh i haven’t taken my adderall that’s why everything is so. impossible. are like two good meals tho so at least that. highlight from that day was hottubbing w my roommates in the evening that was nice but today was good slept in later than i would have liked but woke up way earlier than i have recently on saturday which meant there was still time to go to the weekly farmers market downtown that runs june through october that i’ve just never had the chance to go to before bc i’m always doing stuff on saturday or i sleep in or forget anyway pb&j breakfast/lunch (not brunch that is something else entirely) and hella cute farmers market outfit and while i was at the train station i sat next to and talked w this dude from nepal who is doing grad school here and he was way cool and laughed at the notion that i consider the rockies “mountains” he’s like lol that’s what we call hills and we talked about hiking and he showed me some photography he’s done in nepal and how we both love ghibli films that was nice then i took the train and walked to the farmers market it was wayyy bigger than i though it’d be there was farmers selling produce and food trucks and artists and clothes vendors and so many other things and the vibes were immaculate there was a lot of people i bought some v fresh v sweet peaches and also bookmarks from a very entrepreneurial seven year old then i went over to my fave coffee shop that has taken all my money to work on an assignment that was a day overdue about mesoamerican art and i got it done really quickly and remembered i’m actually rlly good at writing essays they just make me anxious and i walked over to the bus stop and while i was waiting there were lds missionaries going back to the mtc (missionary training center) from the temple and i talked w one of them for a bit he and his group were going to japan for their missions he was debating what college to go to when he got back love public transit bc of all the people i meet and i’ve been reading the great gatsby and i read that on the bus on my way to trader joe’s bc i was out of things again and it was busy af on a saturday afternoon people were buying cartfulls of pumpkins amazing i was in and out and i went back home and made myself rice and egg and celery in a rice cooker and added some sauce it was kinda mid and also ate some edamame and had some tea and listened to some dope dreampop and was incredibly chilled out spent my evening organizing and watching youtubes about spirituality stuff that i might have to get more into and now i’m on the train on the way to my parents house bc we’re having dinner w my extended family tomorrow yayyy

[haechannabelle]

hiii today is bad my hair is messy but we out here i guess. lots of very negative venting under the cut yayyy (it’s okay tho venting made me feel better)

i’m just frustrated because my stupid job where i have to stand on concrete floors for 7 hours a day has ruined my knees, i have the knees of like a fucking 60 year old and i’m not even 30, like i can’t exercise and i keep gaining weight from my medication and idk what to do about it

and i made an appointment to hopefully get a doctor’s note so i can sit at work but because i’m on medicaid my doctor was like yeah earliest i have is in three months and even then he’ll have to refer me to a specialist to get anything done about it

and my arm has also been bothering me since we moved in august, it’ll go away but then it comes back worse. so of course i’m worried about that too

and NOW my foot is all fucked up on TOP of that stuff and because they’re doing stupid construction on all the public transit i’m walking like an extra 3 miles some days which obviously isn’t helping anything…and i had to leave work today because i couldn’t stop crying because i feel like my body is failing me and i can’t afford to take time off of work and also fuck the healthcare “system” in this country, i just had to pay a $750 bill for dental work so who KNOWS how much it’ll cost if i need treatment for my knees OR arm OR foot OR all three of them

anyways i’m sad and in pain and im freaking out about how i’m gonna get it all fixed or IF i’m gonna get things fixed and how much i’ll have to pay if i do…. it’s just not a good situation and it’s only been building as i tried to ignore the problems and hope they would go away, so now i’m directing anger at myself for not taking care of myself

but whatever my partner will be home soon and he’s gonna drive me to the doctor tomorrow and i know he’ll have comforting things to say. i know it’ll all be okay i’m just upset and what is tumblr for if not long sad personal posts and also selfies riiiiight ???

in other news tomorrow is 4/20 and i WILL be ceremoniously ending my 3 week T-break and i cannot fucking wait. i read four (4!!!) books in that time which is 4x as many books as i had read in the previous 5 years so,, i’m doing good in other ways !!!

everything is gonna be okay, it’s just hard right now. shoutout to anyone who read this far i am virtually giving you a fresh baked cookie 🍪