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Whumptober day 23- Motion Sickness

It’s a bit messy but I had fun :) and I also wrote a day before so hopefully I can get back on schedule! And no waiting!

Warnings for throwing up, the words “throw up” and “vomit” being thrown around, and a mysterious tentacle monster appearing

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“Oh no.”

All the men gathered to where Leon stood, looking at a vast, blue lake. It was huge, with the land across it barely visible.

“Well, this’ll be a long trip,” Benji said, watching the waves gently lap against the shore. “Are we going around?”

Leon shook his head. “No. That’ll take forever. We need to keep moving that way.” He sighed watching the water reflect against the sun. How were they going to get across?

“Hey, I see some people down there,” Linebeck said, pointing to the beach. The rest of the men looked and spotted a group of people next to a big boat huddled far away from them. Leon turned to Linebeck and nodded, walking to where the group was.

“Let’s hope they can take us across.”

The men stumbled through the trees and bushes to reach the group, and when they arrived, some looked their way while others ignored them. But one man marched up to them, a hat on his head, a stick in his hand, and a forced smile on his face.

“Welcome! Are you here to take the ferry across the lake?”

Leon looked between the man and the boat, before nodding. “Will it take us to the other side?”

“He said he’d take us across the lake, Leon,” Linebeck muttered, and Leon gave him a look.

“Yes! Do you folks need a ride? The lake is awfully big and will take you weeks to get around! This will cut your time easily! It’ll only be a few hours!”

Leon nodded, along with the rest of the men. It sure beat traveling for weeks in the woods. They’d like to get away from the mountains anyway.

“Perfect! It’ll be twenty rupees per person!” The sailor said, his hand held out for Leon, but he only stared in shock, realization hitting him.

“Uh, Leon, do we have rupees?” Linebeck asked quietly, and Benji leaned up next to him.

“No, he gave all our money to Shirley, remember?”

“I knew we should’ve saved that money,” Linebeck grumbled, turning to the men who had their pockets empty of all rupees.

“You—you folks do have money, right?” The man asked, and Leon pursed his lips, staring wide-eyed as if a solution would appear out of nowhere.

“I—”

“Not a problem! I take people regardless of money!” The man exclaimed, putting his hand away.

“Oh, well thank you. I’m sorry we—” Leon started, but the man grabbed his arm and started pulling.

“Come now! I’ll seat you first!” The man said, pulling Leon aggressively through the crowd of people. Linebeck latched onto Leon’s arm before he was completely pulled away, with Benji, Rusl, Talon, Kass, and Ammon all trailing behind.

“Well, at least we don’t have to wait to be seated!” Rusl said cherrily.

“I wonder what a boat ride will be, I’ve never been on one,” Talon muttered thoughtfully. “I bet the water would be beautiful and we’d see fish and everything.”

The men wondered as well, imagining a boat ride on the lake. They bet it’d be beautiful and peaceful, with wind blowing through their hair and water splashing on their faces.

But that did not end up happening.

“WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?” Linebeck yelled, staring at the brown wall in front of them. The men were stuck in the storage, where it was dark and damp, with droplets of water landing on each man. The boat had started moving, and the men were all sitting miserably, with Leon, Talon, and Benji in particular bent over, trying not to vomit.

“I would’ve preferred it if we stayed on the dock,” Kass muttered, curled up on himself as he watched the walls with a fearful look in his eyes.

“I guess that’s what we get for not having rupees,” Rusl grumbled, leaning up against a box. He glanced over at the sick men. “Are y’all doing ok?”

“I’m f-fine,” Talon said weakly, his eyes closed and his brows pinched together. Leon grabbed Benji and leaned towards him, his face pale.

“Benji, give me your guitar, I’m gonna throw up.”

“You are not vomiting in my guitar!”

Ammon got up, looking around the storage bins. “Maybe there’s something you can all throw up in if you do?”

“If we were on deck we wouldn’t need anything,” Linebeck sighed, plopping down on the ground. “You all could just vomit in the water.”

“Can we stop sayin’ that word please,” Talon begged, his hand over his mouth.

“What, vomit?”

Talon gagged, and the men silenced themselves, watching Talon in fear as he froze. Benji leaned in, staring wide-eyed at Talon.

“Are you gonna throw up, Talon?”

Talon gagged again and Leon shoved Benji away.

“You’re making it worse!” He scolded, holding Benji back.

“Look I’m just saying that if Talon throws up, I’m gonna throw up too,” he said with a shaky, thick voice.

“Stop saying those words!” Talon yelled as Ammon placed a bucket up next to him.

“Just try to throw up in there,” Ammon said, and Talon shot him a glare. “I—sorry.”

“Ok, guys, let’s calm down,” Rusl started, putting his hands up. “Clearly this is gonna be a long ride so let’s talk about things to distract us from… regurgitation…”

“That doesn’t help, buddy,” Talon mumbled, leaning over the bucket, and Rusl sighed.

“Well I tried.”

“How about we talk about that loud sound coming from in this room that’s making my ears bleed!” Leon grumbled, his hands over his ears. Rusl raised an eyebrow and looked around.

“What noise?”

“That—mechanical noise—agh—” Leon doubled over, hovering near the bucket in Talon’s hands, but luckily did nothing else.

“Mechanical noise,” Linebeck muttered, scrambling to his feet. He walked around the small storage room, listening for the noise. It was quite enough that he thought it was in another room, yet as he searched, it was sounding like it was closer than he originally thought. He stared at the boxes, moving them one by one until he saw a machine pumping and whirring, and he cheered. “This is a mechanical room! This is the ship’s engine!”

“Engine?” Leon asked weakly, and Linebeck frowned.

“Why are all these boxes next to it? Is this guy stupid or something? They could get caught in there!”

Rusl and Ammon walked up to him, staring at the machinery in front of them.

“I’ve never seen machine work like this before,” Ammon muttered under his breath, stroking his beard.

“It’s a steam boat, just like my own ship!” Linebeck explained, stroking his hand against the workings. “Such a beautiful boat. And this moron isn’t taking good care of it!” He spun around, looking at the damp place. “I don’t think he’s ever been down here! It’s disgusting!”

“You take good care of your boat, Linebeck?” Rusl asked with a teasing smile on his face.

“Of course I do! You must always treat your ship with the utmost care if you want her to last forever! Obviously.”

“Linebeck takes care of his boat better than actual people,” Leon mumbled, and Linebeck glared at him, stomping to where he sat.

“And what the heck has gotten into you? This motion sickness has made you insufferable!”

“Why don’t you get closer and I can show you how insufferable I can be,” Leon said in a low voice.

“Are you gonna make out with him or something?” Benji asked.

“I think he’s gonna throw up on him,” Kass corrected, and Talon gagged, finally emptying his stomach into the bucket. The men all yelped in surprise, some moving away, others getting closer to comfort him, and Benji was clinging onto Leon without looking at the mess as if his life depended on it.

“Oh I’m so sorry Talon!” Kass wailed, resting his wing on his back.

Talon swallowed, his face twisting in disgust as he tried to recollect himself. “W-what part… of ‘don’t say those words’… did y’all not understand?”

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking!”

Talon sighed, knuckles white as he clung onto the bucket, until Benji reached for the bucket, wordlessly gesturing for Talon to hand it over. Talon glanced at the bucket, then at Benji, who nodded and waved it over, and Talon pointed at it, making Benji nod again. Talon nodded back and handed Benji the bucket, and the man also emptied his stomach.

“Alright, I can’t do this,” Leon whispered, standing up and walking around. “I’m going to conquer this, I’m going to conquer this, I’m going to conquer this—”

“You think walking is going to make it better?” Linebeck asked, and Leon shot him a dirty look.

“It certainly beats sitting near the vom—the… already eaten food that… they ate,” Leon stammered, wavering slightly and breathing heavily from the rocking boat.

“Well good luck with that,” he said with a smile, and Leon huffed, pacing back and forth against the floor.

“It’ll work, I’m already feeling loads better than before. I just need to stay on my feet the entire time and I’ll be free from this sickness! Just you wait, Linebeck! I’ll prove you wrong and I—”

The boat suddenly heaved, sending Leon landing face-first on the ground. The men all hung tight to each other and to the boxes, and the boat stabilized itself, leaving the men confused.

“Wh-what was that?” Kass asked, hugging himself, and Rusl walked up to Leon, who remained laying on the ground.

“Leon? Are you ok?” He asked, and Leon only groaned in response. Rusl put his hand over his mouth, giving Leon a thumbs-up. “Y-you ok?” Leon groaned again, and Rusl began laughing, giggling hysterically as he nearly toppled over onto Linebeck, who looked unamused.

“What is wrong with you,” he murmured, but Rusl continued laughing.

“You think the fumes from the bodily fluids got to him?” Ammon asked, watching as Rusl held his stomach in laughter.

“Must be a human thing to burst out laughing at bad smells,” Linebeck joked, and Rusl wiped a tear from his eye, panting as the laughing slowed.

“I-I’m sorry that was just so funny—the way he toppled over—” he burst out into hysterics again, sitting on the ground.

“I’m glad my pain is amusing to you Rusl,” Leon grumbled in a monotone voice. Another heave of the boat silenced Rusl though, and the men grew silent as they stared.

“Ok, something’s not right,” Ammon muttered. “Lakes don’t have large enough waves to cause this.”

“Do you think…” Linebeck started, but screaming appearing and getting louder above them gave them the answer they needed. “I think we’re being attacked.”

All the men jumped to their feet, sick or not, and rushed up the stairs to the door. But when they tried to throw it open, it remained closed.

“What the— ARE WE LOCKED IN?” Linebeck yelled, and he let out a string of curse words as he started searching for something near the engine. The men all nearly fell over again with several shoves to the boat, indicating that something was attacking them.

“What is that?” Ammon exclaimed, holding tight to the wall as the boat leaned, and Linebeck cheered, holding up a thin piece of metal.

“Now we can escape this place!” He cheered, but before he could get up to join the others, the walls broke down, water spewing everywhere inside the room as a tentacle slithered around the storage room. The men all yelped in surprise, luckily being too far from it to grab them. Except for Linebeck, who sat paralyzed as he watched the limb.

“Linebeck!” Leon shouted, but the man remained frozen, his face turning paler and paler as he clung onto the pick. The tendril got dangerously close to him, but before Leon could jump down to save him, Benji wordlessly hopped down the steps, running to Linebeck and shoving him out of the way. The tentacle missed Linebeck, but it snaked its way around Benji’s waist, and he was pulled towards the hole and out of the room.

“BENJI!” The men all shouted as the man disappeared beyond the hole, and while the men started to bang on the door, Leon hopped down to Linebeck who remained frozen.

“Linebeck! Get up, we need that pick!” He yelled, trying to drag the man.

“He–he took him—he—I—” Linebeck stammered, his tan skin pale and his eyes wide. But just as Leon got him on his feet, he snapped back into reality, turning to the door and sprinting to it with the pick in hand. “We–we need to save him! Come on!” With one motion, Linebeck shoved the pick in the lock, unlocking the door in seconds and kicking it down. He gestured for the men to follow him, his overcoat flowing with the movement. “COME ON! We gotta kill this thing!”

The men all grunted in response, leaping up the steps and reaching the dock. They didn’t know what they were up against, but it took one of their own, and it was going to pay.

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“Are You Listening?”

Interlude: “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Issa Interlude, mama. Expect the unexpected.

Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, and drinking-little libation for the one, two.

Word Count: 1,700+.

A/N: My lovelies! My babies! Mama’s back and I got a little sum-sum for ya! Let’s start this weekend with a little Rio and the crew, yeah? Yeah. I want to give so many thanks to all of you sweet lovelies who have been rocking with me this entire time. Most of you know that the past year and a half has been quite the struggle. To everybody who took time out of your day to come and check in on me, please know that I’m appreciative and forever grateful to have connected with such amazing people🥹♥️. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks as well💓. I’m a little rusty, so be gentle with your girl. Enjoy my sweet babies.  Before anyone asks, yes, I’ve been working on Pt. 4😂😏😈.

"Are You Listening?" - The Playlist

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Part One Here.

Part Two Here.

Part Three Here.

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Your body pressed down into the plush mattress as you reveled in the comfort and security of being home. Your mind replayed the image of your mom snatching the door open, the two of you hugging tightly, rocking side to side. You had spent the past week trying to survive final exams and warding off the many questions of, “What’s wrong, baby girl?” The woman who gave you life knew you all too well. Sensing that her youngest baby was struggling, her attempts to get you to open up over the phone went unanswered. With the semester complete, being home didn’t leave much space to dodge the knowing gaze in her eyes. 

That master’s degree will probably be a waste of time.

The moment you pulled away from the hug, she cupped your chin, and your poker face cracked as the tears cascaded down your cheeks. Two hours later, you filled her in on everything from the stress of school, financial aid, working doubles, and the fresh crack in your heart that was taking its sweet-ass time to heal. All of which had only taken about forty minutes to stutter out. The talk and her comfort had left you wiped out, and just like any amazing mother would do, she sent you to your room for a nap and got to work on preparing comfort food.

You considered dozing off for a bit more rest, but your bedroom door flew open, bouncing off the corner of your vanity. Your eyes narrowed to mere slits as you started to curse your oldest brother out. His hand raising halted the verbal reprimand.

“Alena’s big-headed ass is here to see ya mean ass,” he snarked about the woman who would eventually become his wife.

These two bitches are so in love. It’s sickening. The attraction is so annoyingly obvious. Shit makes me sick to my stomach.

Before you could tell him you didn’t want company, she was already in the doorframe. “Uh-uh, bitch you are not about to dodge me for another two weeks.” With those words said, you had no choice but to give her a rundown of what had transpired. Not only had she forced you to divulge every last detail while the two of you hugged and cried together. She also took it upon herself to wiggle you into your best freakum dress and head out for a girl’s night.

Being the baby and the only girl in your family made for very over-the-top protective parents. The moment your father saw your attire, he wouldn’t let up. He was hell-bent on forcing your brothers to chaperone.

It wasn’t a horrible idea.  Only you didn’t like your independence challenged. Luckily, the older siblings were pretty chill, so long as no one was overly aggressive. They had taught you how to handle shit for yourself at a young age. You spent the first half hour in the club pouting and ready to go home to wallow in self-misery.

“Hoe! If you don’t fix your face, scaring off every good-looking man in this club!”

“They’ll be alright, so long as they keep their distance. In case you didn’t get the memo after our long talk. Men make my ass itch,” you growled, kissing your teeth.

“Whateva, you and that stank attitude can have a good time together,” she sassed, throwing up a hand and walking away from the bar.”

“Where are you going? Alena!”

“I’ll be back, damn! Let me go on and annoy them, fine-ass brothers of yours. Be nice, and don’t bite nobody head off, sourpuss.”

“Always thirsting after my blood, just triflin’.”

With the flick of a middle finger, she sauntered over to their section. You could see the irritation rolling off them as she seated herself in the middle. The arguing started seconds later. Your eye twitched at the sight. Swinging the barstool back toward the liquor, you were about to pass the time scrolling through social media. Instead, a set of bronzed-colored, muscular digits came into view. They gently pressed your phone to the bar as the matching digits slid another lemon drop into view. Your eyes danced along those muscular fingers, trailing upward until they landed on one of the sexiest faces you’d ever witnessed. If any other man would’ve done this, he would’ve been set straight expeditiously. In this instance, ole boy was just too damn fine, and it left you on mute. The corners of his mouth lifted into a handsome smirk.

The stranger turned his barstool to get closer. One hand rested on the bar while the other cradled the back of your seat. His eyes roamed over your body, lip tucking between his teeth, matching you stare for stare. He chuckled when he noticed your quirked eyebrow.

“I don’t mean to intrude on ya evening, but I figured you could use another drink.”

“Is that so?”

“Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with your friend. I’m tryin’ to  figure out why these men got your fine ass itching out here.”

Shit, he heard that? Floor, open up and swallow me. That’s so damn embarrassing.

As if reading your thoughts, he continued, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, mama. There’s a lot of boys running around here pretending to be men. Who was crazy enough to fumble you? He gotta be the dumbest man on earth.”

As if on cue, said fumbler’s name popped up on your caller ID. With a swipe of a finger, the phone went silent. You turned back to your new admirer. He had signaled for another round of drinks.

“Either you’re a big spender, or the bartender is your connect,” you teased.

“Connect is one way of putting it. This my spot, darlin’.”

He chuckled as you damn near choked on your drink.

“I’m sorry. Tend to put my foot in my mouth.”

“You good. I like a woman who’s not afraid to speak her mind. Dealing with me, you go to say it with your chest.”

“Oh, so you plan to be around me beyond tonight?”

“Around, underneath, on top. We locked in, mama,” he insisted, licking his lips.

“I don’t even know your name, fool,” you cackled at his cockiness.

“Name’s Rio, but you can call me Christopher, mama. My future wife needs to know my government name. I’m putting my trust in you. Don’t be tellin’ my business, sweetheart.”

“Who says I’m checking for you, Rio?”

“You accepted my company and drinks. Deep down, you’re intrigued by me. Ain’t no need to hide it. When I see something I want, gotta go after it, mama.” he rasped, voice lowering to a panty-dropping level.

“You’re trouble. I just know it.”

Rio planted both hands on your thighs. The gasp that escaped you lit his brown orbs with passion.

“Can I have your undivided attention for the night? Want to get to know you better, mama.”

Grabbing his outstretched hand, he helped you down off the stool.

“Rio…”

Piercing light flickered in the darkness, pulling you from the memory that played itself in your dreams. Your hand snatched the vibrating phone from the table. Your orbs squinted to read the screen, teeth clenching in frustration.

Fucking Rio, I can’t even get away from him in my sleep. Stupid-handsome-asshole.

With a single tap, the phone rested on DND. You closed off from the world to find a peaceful slumber, only to wake from another dream. Throwing the covers back, you startled, feeling the bed dip. His cologne wafted through the air, and your eyes connected.

“Why all the tossing and turning, amor? Hmm,” he rasped, hand trailing up your arm. His warm palm cradled the side of your neck, rubbing away some of the tension.

“Sorry, did my restlessness wake you?”

“No, querida. I’ve been up taking care of some things.”

“Same old Miguel. Everything business. Still don’t sleep much, huh?”

His eyes crinkled with a small smile, but you could also see sadness. It’s the same unhappiness that’s always lingered, only now accompanied by sparks of anger and resentment. Your mind replayed his words in the elevator.

Where’s your wife, Miguel?

She had other plans tonight.

The slightest mention of her had nearly sent his mood spiraling. You weren’t privy to what was happening in his marriage but didn’t want to pry. He would only reverse card uno your ass. Miguel would insist that you vent about your own life and frustrations.

“Thank you for taking the couch,” you nibbled at your lip. 

There was a hint of frustration and guilt lingering in your chest. Not being able to sleep without dreaming of Rio left you feeling conflicted. Part of you wanted to say to hell with loyalty. Being in such a vulnerable state had you craving to be held and cuddled, but regardless of circumstance, the two of you were very much married. Concern swam in the pools of his eyes. Miguel sensed the ongoing dilemma in your head, and his fingers gently cupped your chin.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s all this,” he asked, tugging the lip between your teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

“I can’t,” you sighed.

“You can, and you will. Look at me,” he insisted as your eyes locked.

“Anything you ask me. It won’t leave this room. You need me to hold you until sleep takes over, amor?”

Unable to verbally say it, you gave him a slight head nod. Removing his tie, watch, and shoes, he made it over to the opposite side of the bed. Miguel got right to it, not giving you time to overthink it. He pulled you into his chest, arms engulfing you in a tight hug.

“Were you having nightmares, cariño?”

“No, just happy memories reminding me of the present painful ones,” you replied, voice filling with unshed tears.

“You want to talk about it?”

Silence filled the room as Miguel continued, “We don’t have to ta-.”

His sentence cut short as he felt the tremors and your head burrowed into his side. Miguel’s heart cracked at the sound of the sobs falling from your lips. His arms pulled you further into him until there was no space left, and the palm of his hand rubbed at your head.

“Shhh, you’re okay. I’m here,” he cooed, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.

Miguel continued to whisper calming words. You cried until your head pounded, and sleep took over.

Hope you all enjoyed that little peek into how Rio pulled up on your girl for the first time. He saw something he liked, and he had to have you🥰. We’ll just call this a vague moment of insight into upcoming events...if that makes sense 😆. If you enjoyed please be sure to hit the love button, comment, and reblog. Spread the love, my babies.

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what ab reader meeting someone else and they get close and ellie notices and gets jealous and then realizes

WHY NOT ME PT.2

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part one

plot: you have a crush on your best friend sadly she doesn't reciprocate

warnings: slight angst, gingers, fluff

word count: 1.0k

notes: thank you fruity ppl for giving me ideas🫶🏼🫶🏼 I chose this idea because I love this trope, sorry if I got it wrong but I tried 😞 also scottie is from the book she gives my crazy! i LOVE gingers so I chose her for the extra character!! enjoy😈😈

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it has been two weeks since your gut reaching conversation with ellie and you hadn't seen her anywhere, but not like a you've seen out but not talked to her, but you have not seen her at all. maria had mentioned that someone new just come to town, maybe you could benefit from that, you slipped your shoes on and checked yourself in your mirror before walking out the door, while walking down your porch and zipping up your jacket you see maria with a face you've never seen before.

a tall ginger following behind her, maria noticed your presence and smiled and waved at you, 'come over here' she shouted, you jog over to them and greet them, 'this is Scottie' maria nods her head over to the girl beside her, she puts out her hand to shake and you gladly shake it, you tell her your name before noticing her shirt, she's wearing a shirt with your favorite band?! finally someone here who doesn't have music taste of an old man.

'hey I like your shirt!' you grin and point to the oversized shirt, she chuckles before speaking, 'thanks, I found it at some random mall and their my favorite band so I brought it back' you could see a light tint of pink spread on her face, 'well I'll leave you guys to it' maria patted your shoulder before leaving, 'so scottie how're you liking jackson so far' she chuckled, 'its nice, I mean it's cold and a little crowded but it's nice' you stuffed your hands in your pockets trying to warm them up, 'yeah it's very cold but at least it's like functioning you know' you let out a light awkward laugh.

you and scottie walk around town for a little while longer, you showed her every corner of the place, talked about each others interests or just sitting in comfortable silence. when you reached her house it was already 2pm, 'well scottie this was very fun and it's nice to have a new friend I guess' you awkwardly shifted around her porch, 'yeah it was' she grinned, you looked her in the eyes and face and noticed all her details, freakels, scares, everything.

you said goodbye to each other and got going, while going walking you could only think about her, that was the only thing on your mind, Scottie. when you got home you took off your jacket and shoes and laid down on your couch, you slowly drifted into a soft slumber, sadly only a couple hours later you were awoken by a knock. you sleepily opened your eyes and got up, 'one second' you shouted, you swung the door open and we're met with a patiently waiting scottie. 'oh hey' you smiled, 'hey can I come in it's kinda cold...' you quickly moved away from the door and let her in shutting the door behind you.

'what's up?' you leaned your back against your door, 'oh I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tomorrow, not as like a date or maybe if you want it to be I don't-' she was cut off by you accepting the date, you hung out a but more before it got dark and she returned home. You laid in your bed that night unable to sleep anxious for your upcoming date.

finally it was time for your date you got ready and rushed out the door almost late, when you got there you saw her waiting for you at a booth in the corner of the bar, you sat down and stared chatting, from the corner of your eyes you saw the door open and someone come in, that someone was ellie. you mumbled a quick curse under your breath before turning your attention back to scottie and continuing your conversation, the rest of your date you could feel someone starting at you even sometimes hearing her talk to herself.

when your date was finally over you walked out of the bar and noticed ellie following, 'fuck' you thought to yourself, you decided it was better to tell Scottie you weren't over someone, I mean you really didn't want to hurt her. 'this was really nice scottie, but uhm...I don't think this is gonna work and I hate saying this but it's not because of you, it's just I still have feelings for someone else and I don't think I'm gonna get over then anything time soon' you looked down at the ground and itched your arm.

'oh, uhm that's okay, whatever you need, I'm just glad I got to have one date together' she said with a light smile on her face, you hugged her and thanked her before saying goodbye. after she stared walking away ellie came in sight, you sighed and looked at her, 'why are you here?' you questioned trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes, she stood closer to you and looked you in the eyes, 'i think love you too' she whispered so quietly you almost couldn't hear it, 'what?' she quickly looked down at her feet, 'yeah I do' you looked back up at you nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

you moved even closer to her, 'what about dina?' you whispered back, 'i broke up with her, I told her I realized I was scared of my feelings towards you, but I don't think I am anymore, I wanna...be with you' she confessed, your eyes widened a bit a sudden dump of information, 'oh, well I think I wanna be with you...' she couldn't help but smile at that, she felt her face get hot and impulsively kissed you, it took you a second to register what was happening but as soon as you did you kissed back, you put your hands around her neck like you'd seen in old cheesy rom-coms.

she pulled away and looked at you with the softest eyes you'd ever seen and a grin, 'so do you have a question to ask me ellie?' you raised your eyebrow, ellie nodded and chuckled, 'woukd you do the honor of being my girlfriend' she proposed in an exaggerated way, you smiled and quietly laughed, 'yes ellie I would love to' you pulled her closer and crashed her lips with yours once again. hopefully you would be her third and last girlfriend.

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TODO THROWING HIMSELF AT Y/N LMAOOO im crying the idolization is so funny

Ok the little friendship with todo thing is funny and cute in a this-is-kinda-weird way LMAOO I’ve never seen a work that incorporates Todo as a friend of y/n this is very entertaining to read LOL

Gojo singing Taylor swift is so real LMAOOO

Ok time skip because I got lost in reading LOL but “you’re a freak” “you’re a girl” BRO??? That’s so Naoya you captured him so well but also I CANT it’s almost TOO naoya but y/n todo unlikely friendship????

Ok got to shibuya and WOW wasn’t prepared to cry!! You’d think that after reading the manga like twice and seeing everything that’s happened you’d be desensitized to the angst in jjk but NOPE!! This just brings me back to when I first read through the shibuya arc oh god Im gonna need some goofy soccer boys after this….also you know its bad when i read Kurusu as Karasu LMAOO

Ok but NOOOOOO TULLIA???? Crying fr but also seeing all the complexities and hardships y/n has to go through….all the drama and complications with the clan heads and higher ups and seeing her own decisions >>>> y/n giving up fighting makes me feel slightly conflicted ngl but that’s the nature of jjk (haha! Ha…) either way beautifully written I spent like the entirety of the day reading all this

By the photo album was the last straw HEBFLISHSS now I remember why I dropped jjk im not built for pure angst like this (also I have no idea what’s happening in the manga rn but that’s besides the point)

Ok THANK GOD Y/N IS NOT DEAD just finished and WOW that was a ride “cool story bro” indeed…ok but in all seriousness seriously beautifully crafted and so well developed I loved how each facet of y/n’s background as also touched on and delved into during the progression of the story…..I’m never getting over Gojo’s death though this just transported me back to jjk era and made me so emotional (in a good way) LMAO thank you for your service once again o7 I can guarantee you Yuta nation was well fed with this series!!

-Karasu anon

NDDJDHSHS TODO + Y/N HAVE THE BEST FRIENDSHIP i also really haven’t seen many stories where todo is friends w the mc especially not in a serious way — either he’s there as comedic relief or the mc hates him!! and while he’s def comedic relief in pi he and y/n also clearly respect one another and they have some serious moments hehe i love them sm

gojo the swiftie 😫 i do not think that man would have an eclectic music taste truly it’s whatever is on the radio for him 😭

the y/n and naoya beef is insane but i hate him so it only makes sense my girl does too!! plus she loves maki and considering what naoya has done to maki it would make zero for sense for them to get along even slightly

POMEGRANATE INK SHIBUYA CHAPTER MY BELOVED it’s like one thing after another w that chapter truly one of the most insane things i’ve written…i really liked the way it turned out though!! at least to me it fit the vibe of jjk and shibuya well without copying/stealing anyone’s storylines outright

the photo album feels like an end credits scene to me if that makes sense?? like it would play at the end of the movie/final episode of the show and it would make you cry HAHAHA it made me so emotional writing it like they’re really come so far from their first year 🥹😭💔

HEHEHE had to hit ‘em w a spin move 😈 i had so much fun making y/n as a character and expanding on her and the pomegranate ink version of jjk…she’s not complex in the sense that she’s a pretty normal person but there was a lot of thought put into her and with how long the story ended up being there was a lot of time to really get to know her and everything abt her!! she struggles a lot but in the end she somehow makes it through and even though it’s not a perfect victory because so many are dead…SHE made it which in the beginning of the series didn’t even seem likely

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! hehehe best friend’s brother (otoya’s version) should be out soon so you’ll have something silly w that

[theworldofotps]

A Running Soul

13 Nights to Halloween (Final. Happy Halloween! Night Thirteen)

Pairing: Balor x Reader Word Count: 2,824 Description: Y/n goes on a trip with her friends to a cabin to celebrate Halloween weekend. She quickly realizes time has finally caught up to her.

Warning: Angst, lil spooky, suspense(kinda), Bálor is a bit of a dickhead, inflicted pain, mentions of death.

Here we are with the 13th and final night of the 13 Nights to Halloween. I wanted to save the last night for a special Bálor fic. I had something completely different planned, but I wanted this story to have more of a little spooky vibe to it. And I also wanted to try something new so it’s different then my regular Bálor stories. I really hope you enjoy! Part Two

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‘Always remember darling, a demon will collect what’s theirs no matter the cost.’

“Thanks again for watching the house for me while I’m away this weekend.”

“No problem y/n, you enjoy this time away and relax. I know you’ve been super busy lately so you deserve this.”

“I’ve always wanted to celebrate Halloween this way so I’m happy I finally have that chance. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Okay bye.”

Ending the call I pocket my phone and look out the window of my best friend’s car. We were nearly to the cabin we rented for the Halloween weekend. Since none of us wanted to host the parties at our own place we decided on just leaving town to celebrate.

“Everything okay with your neighbor?”

“Mhm just wanted to thank her and see if anything interesting came in the mail yet. How much longer?”

“Five minutes we’ll see the check in center, get our key and continue down the road to our cabin.”

“I’m so excited for this!”

I smile, sipping my can of coke and adjusting my hoodie. Chatting with my friend about the decorating, we soon pulled up to the check in center. Filling out all the paperwork we get our key and drive to our cabin.

We had a bunch of forest behind us and some trees on the side, it looked so beautiful with the autumn leaves. A fire pit sits off to one side and farther down the backyard was a path that would eventually lead to the lake.

“This looks so cool, let’s get inside before we get too chilly.”

I say, taking a few pictures on my phone. Getting out we gather our bags and the decorations then head inside.

“Woah this is so cool! When is everyone else getting here?”

“Around eight, then we’ll chill and party a little. Maybe watch a movie or something just to get in the Halloween spirit. After all it is Halloween Eve.”

“Well, since we’re here let’s pick our rooms and start decorating.”

Since we rented the cabin we got the two master bedrooms. Setting my bag down I quickly change into a pair of black leggings and a Halloween sweater. Grabbing the box of decorations I play some music from my phone as we start putting things up and getting stuff out for the party. After all, people would be showing up soon.

By the time everything was ready a majority of our friends had arrived.

“Hey y/n there’s someone I want you to meet. I asked y/bffs/n if it was okay and she said yeah.”

Looking at our friend Kate I wipe my hands on a napkin and turn my attention to her.

“This is my friend Finn. He was alone for Halloween and so I figured to invite him. He moved in across from me. What about five months ago?”

Kate asks and the man beside her nods his head, sticking his hand out and smiling.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n.”

“Hello Finn, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. I hope you have fun and maybe make some more friends.”

I smiled while shaking his hand, he was absolutely gorgeous if I’m being honest. He had a sort of rugged look to him with beautiful blue eyes and an Irish accent.

“Thank ye I hope so too and thanks for lettin me stick round.”

“No problem. There’s food, drinks and some booze so take whatever you’d like.”

Excusing myself I continued going around mingling with friends and making sure everything was going well. The party seemed to be going off perfectly. Everyone was enjoying themselves and that made me happy to see. Now it was time for me to enjoy myself.

~ “Hey, do we have any more rum?”

“Yeah, check in the fridge!”

I call back out and sit down on the couch rubbing my face. It was getting late and honestly I was ready to just call it a night. I’d been running around grabbing stuff pointing things out and I was ready to curl up with a book. Not to mention the fact that Kate’s friend Finn was a bit of a weirdo. Every time I looked up he’d be watching me. A smile on his face or an amused smirk like he knew something I didn’t. I also couldn’t help the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. He felt familiar.

“So now that it’s almost eleven should we do something?”

“Like what?”

“Maybe tell some spooky stories, do a séance, play with a ouija board or something?”

Looking at my best friend I shake my head quickly. Not a chance was I doing anything like that ever again.

“I’ll pass. I don't play with that shit, it is getting late so I honestly think I may turn in. Work has been crazy this week. I may read a book and we can really party tomorrow since we’ll be better rested.”

“Awe alright that makes sense.”

Bidding them a goodnight I head to my room and get ready for bed. After doing my night routine I grab a book and sit up against the pillows, still partly listening to my friends out in the living room.

“Well since she’s turning in, let's just do some scary stories. Anyone have a good one?”

Tuning them out I focused on my book occasionally dozing off. When I woke up the third time I closed my book and looked at the clock. Ten minutes till midnight I might as well just go to bed. Turning the light off I stop hearing voices.

“What about you, Finn? Do you know any stories?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah I know lots. Being from Ireland that’s what we grew up on as kids. The whole myths and such.”

“Tell us one please!”

“Okay, I’ll tell you about a famous one. Every kid knows this legend by heart. This is the story about Bálor.”

Hearing that name made my body freeze, my heart dropping as I tiptoed out of bed and got close to the door so I could hear better.

“I’ve never heard of Bálor, who is he?”

Kate asks, causing Finn to chuckle as he glances down the dark hallway towards the master bedroom.

“Bálor is the king of the demons, they say he’s more evil then the devil himself. He’s got this eye on his back that sometimes opens and when it does there’s so much destruction. The grass catches fire and the seas get so hot they start to boil. He rips souls from people, torments them and even sometimes eats them.

Bálor is said to also be a shape shifter, he can take the form of any human or in demon form he can shift into a horrible looking monster. He’s of old forgotten magic that not many people know about.”

Finn sips his drink and chuckles to himself, they were hanging on his every word.

“You can make deals with Bálor, trades whatever. But there’s one thing to always remember. A demon will always collect what’s theirs. Doesn’t matter if you try to hide. Doesn’t matter if you run, they’ll find you. The longer you run the more enjoyable the chase. When it comes to Bálor tho he lives to toy with those he is after. Let them think they’ve gotten away and when they least expect it. He gets them.”

Quickly backing away from the door I lock it and try to open my window as quietly as I could. I should have known.

Grabbing my phone and keys I carefully climb out the window. This was not as easy as I thought but it was better then being trapped in here. Tiptoeing around the side I go to my car. It was pouring out and I was starting to get cold. Jerking on the handle I frowned. I couldn’t get the damn thing to open.

Feeling the wind pick up I look around when I heard a chuckle. Squinting into the darkness I try to find the source. Failing, I ran to the front door. He couldn’t get me in front of everyone else. Turning the knob I could feel the panic rising.

“Why the fuck aren’t you opening? Hello?! Can anyone hear me please! Let me in!”

The rain starts coming down hard and lightning flashes illuminating the surrounding area. And I could have sworn I saw something. Pounding on the cabin door I call out again. Running around the deck I looked inside. Everyone must have gone to bed already.

“The window!”

I whispered and ran down the back steps to my window. Which was now shut.

“No no no please don’t be locked.”

I pushed and lifted trying every way I could to get the window open again. Until I realized it didn’t open from the outside.

“Y/n.”

A voice seeming to come from the wind called out to me.

“I’m coming for you y/n it’s time.”

Fuck the cabin, turning on my heel I run to the woods. I may not be able to get help inside but I’d be damned if I was going to stick around.

Running through the woods is hard enough, but add in it being night time with just a little moonlight. I didn’t have any shoes on and the rain was making everything slippery. It was ten times as hard. I couldn’t give up though I couldn’t stop.

“You really think you can get away?”

There was that damn voice again, it made me run even faster. Darting and barely running into trees. Slipping on a wet trunk, I grunt and drag myself up. I was freezing, my legs were starting to ache and get scratched up from branches. Pushing my hair out of my face I could feel the fear welling up as I kept going.

The lightning that hit seemed to light up the whole forest and a loud clap of thunder hit. Covering my ears I cry out calling for help. I could hear branches snapping behind me. Running again I blink trying to get my vision back to normal after that bright light.

“Fuck!”

A branch I hadn’t noticed caught my knee sending me to the ground. I was so tired, I felt cool and just wanted to sleep. Dragging myself over to a large tree I spotted a hole under it. The hole was just big enough for me to squeeze in and hide. My limbs ached and my heart was pounding. If I didn’t know any better I’d think I was having a heart attack. That would be a sweeter death then if he caught up to me.

Looking out the hole I stay completely still and listened; the rain was coming down with thunder rumbling. Then I heard it, the sound of twigs cracking. Footprints squishing in the mud.

I shrink back when they get closer to the tree and hold my breath. My heart was pounding in my ears as I saw a pair of dress shoes go by. The footsteps slowly fade and I let out a sigh of relief.

*crack*

A fucking bolt of lightening hit a tree nearby. Scrambling out from my hiding spot I pant looking around.

“Well well we meet again.”

Screaming when I feel a hand on my shoulder I whirl around seeing.

“Finn?”

“Yeah, who’d you think it was lass? Why are ye runnin through tha woods at night in the pourin rain?”

“I well you see..”

I struggled for the right words, he looked genuinely concerned.

“Honestly I’m not sure I guess the stories scared me or I was sleep dreaming. Why are you out here?”

“Cause I needed to get a spare travel toothbrush. When I went to your room to knock you didn’t answer. Kate opened the door and you were gone so I said I’d come looking for you.”

“Oh okay well thanks for that. Um guess we better head back.”

“Did my story scare you?”

He asked as we walked.

“A bit yeah.”

“So you’ve heard of the legend?”

“Let’s just say I’m familiar with him sorta. It just got to me I guess. I don’t know why I was so worried though, not like he’s real.”

I say wrapping my arms around me to try and warm up a little. Finn chuckles from beside me and pulls me to a stop and turns so I’m facing him.

“Oh my sweet, I’m all too real.”

Finn’s voice had gotten deeper, his blue eyes now were tinted with red. The skin around them black. The clothes he wore disappeared and instead he wore only a red wrap around his hips. His skin shifted, the once empty canvas was now covered in black, red and white. A sort of headdress sat over his brow with black and red tendrils seeming alive came out of it.

Fangs were now glistening in the moonlight as he smirked at me. His once human hands now had claws on them.

“Come now y/n don’t look so surprised.”

Bálor chuckled darkly as his grip on my arm tightened.

“Please no, don’t do this.”

“Don’t do this? Don’t do this, she says. Ha! You should have thought of that before you went fucking around with spells and shit when you were younger. I told you in ten years I would come for you and I meant it. You’ve tried hiding from me. You’ve ran. Well no more. I’m sick of your fucking games. You owe me your soul and I want it. Now!”

His voice seemed to boom and bounce around the trees as I tried to pull my arm free.

“Come on! I was only sixteen. I didn't know any better. Cut me some slack!”

“Sorry sweet cheeks you don’t get to make anymore deals your time is up. You sold your soul to get that boy to like you back. And what happened? He fucked you for a few months, used you as nothing more then a hole and ditched you. It’s time to pay up.”

Bálor snaps his fingers and we’re suddenly standing in an empty room. Nothing more then a chair and bed were in the room. Shoving me towards the chair a set of chains appear wrapping around my ankles and wrists pulling me to sit on the chair. A single light was shining down and Bálor went off to a corner. It was so dark I couldn’t see what he was doing.

But I could hear metal clanking about. I huff and tugged at the chains.

“I don’t see why I should owe you my soul, I asked for him to fall for me and that didn’t happen you didn’t fill your part of the contract.”

Bálor laughs loudly as he appears throwing a towel at me. He looked so pissed.

“If you were so fucking blinded by your hormones you would have read in the papers you signed I stated I would try. But I couldn’t promise anything. It’s your own fault for being so stupid and not double checking before signing. You had ten years. That’s more then most people get.”

“My friends are going to realize I’m gone and when they see Finn gone they’ll know it was you.”

“You don’t seem to get it so listen because I hate repeating myself. I am of old magic. I have powers beyond your small mortal imagination. I can do things you couldn’t even dream of. Your friends will simply think your death was an accident. Hmm what kind should it be?”

He asks, snapping his fingers and a portal appears in the air. My body froze as I saw what looked like myself laying on the forest floor.

“How?”

“Oh you didn’t realize? I can make a copy of you which is what your friends will find. How should we do it? Maybe drowning in the lake? Or being mauled by a wild animal?”

Bálor tuts as he thinks tapping his chin.

“Getting hypothermia and dying is a possible choice. Ahhh even better.”

He mumbles something and we watch as the body in the woods appears at the edge of the forest away from the cabin. With a snap of his fingers lightning strikes a tree and I watch in horror as it falls on my body crushing me under it.

“That looks good.”

With a wave of his hand the image is gone and Bálor turns his attention to me.

“Really y/n? Tears? You’re so pathetic you’ve nobody to blame for this but yourself. I hope you’ve enjoyed your life up till now y/n.”

He walked closer, his eyes shifting to a full blown red as he leaned close whispering. His clawed hand coming up and dragging across my chest. Screaming I try twisting away, the burning pain felt like fire.

“Because I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

[oblivions-dawn]

HEY! HEY YOU! GIVE ME BACK THAT DAMN SWEETROLL! I WON’T REPORT YOU IF YOU ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS: 🥺🎶🤯💔

IT'S MY FUCKING SWEETROLL NOW [inhales it] YOU CAN'T HAVE IT UNLESS YOU GUT ME

✑ Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Characters having a moment of vulnerability. Whether that's through a panic attack or they're finally admitting to shit they've been carrying all alone or they're crying after they've lost someone--that heart-wrenching angst, man. Every time.

✑ Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Oh yeah, I have to. It helps me concentrate or keep me in specific moods. And I've been listening to this song. I'm sure you can guess what I've been writing 😈

✑ What’s a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Nonfiction. Gross, disgusting, needy nonfiction. Kudos to all those people that write it. I detest it.

✑ Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Yes, and that's only because IT ENDED AND I WAS SAD BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A CLIFFHANGER AND THEN I never wrote the sequel . . .