#he hit me up today like ‘i got 4 left of these do u want em ??’ & i was like eh yea why not bc i know i needed to buy more weed anyway

[guksvault]

HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

02- & The After Party

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. There, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew.

w/c: 2.6k

warnings: drug/alcohol references/usage, jk is a big ol' meanie pt 2, reader grows some balls, lil intro to how the boys met!!

a/n: jjk made todays lil scrapbook!! isnt he so!! <33!! (making each chapters scrapbook is sm fun!! gives u another pov of the characters me thinks!!) i also have like 8 more chapters written already :/ anyways!! enjoy!!

minorsdni

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You made your way up the stairs, determined to find Yoongi. Determined to get the fuck away from the creeper whose stare made you wish the couch would open and swallow you whole.

Being stared at had never been a problem for you, granted it was normally out of admiration. Never had it ever been a look that made you want to absolutely shed your own skin.

You reached the end of the stairs, 4 closed bedroom doors, not game enough to open any of them, didn't fancy walking in on Yoongi balls deep in some girl or anyone else for that matter.

Spotting a bathroom to the right of the stairs, you slip in and take the time to fix yourself up, ready to return home.

Jungkook on the other hand had still been watching, hadn't stopped since he first saw you circling the street until you grew enough balls to step inside this mad house. Told himself he was only watching incase you just so happened to leave that pretty Chanel purse unattended, knew you'd have a shit ton of cash in there, probably wouldn't notice if he took some.

Watched you head towards the bathroom from downstairs, stood up and made his own way there. Stood opposite the door.

He was surprised you were still here. Betted with himself that you'd only last an hour, 2 at most. But, it's almost 4am now, and you are still here.

Out of place and unwanted.

As you finished your touch ups, opening the door you couldn't help but jump at the man opposite you. Arms crossed, the light making his tattoo's a little more visible now, his face too. Didn't understand why assholes always got the prettiest faces.

"Fuck, sorry" You say, assuming he was waiting for the bathroom.

"Daddy know you got a mouth on ya?" Jungkook says, eyes locked on yours, tongue slightly playing with his lip ring.

"Does yours know you're kind of a cunt?"

Jungkook scoffs. Scans your body, meets your eyes again. "I can tell Yoongi you had to leave, we both know you shouldn't be here."

It's your turn to scoff now, "Have I done something to upset you, Jonathan, was it?"

His jaw clenches, a quick exhale through his nose, "Jungkook?", shakes his head and steps towards you. "Yoongi left that world for a reason, doesn't need it following him. Matter a-fact, none of us want it around."

You tilt your head slightly, turn your body to face Jungkooks, "Didn't really ask if you wanted me here or not, don't really give a fuck if you do or not either,"

You understood that you were probably a constant reminder of what everyone here doesn't have, but fuck, how much longer did they have to tell you it.

"If Yoongi wanted me out, I would've been out. Don't think he needs some little coked up emo to speak for him, hm?" Your tone was calm but you knew it had hit a nerve by the way his jaw clenched, just how you intended.

"Watch your fuckin' mouth, yeah? Might be worth something back in Seoul, but here, where you are right now? No one gives a fuck" Jungkook spits back.

"You seem to be awfully concerned though," You feign a pout, shrug your shoulders slightly and turn on your heels.

You retreat back downstairs, not to the banged up god awful couches, but to the table by the kitchen, down a shot and lean against the counter.

The crowd is a-lot more sparse now, few people passed out here and there, cups and balloons still scattered over the floors. The music that was blaring, is now playing dark instrumentals at a much softer level.

An arm slings over your shoulder, "Still kickin' Bee?"

"Apparently."

"Welcome to the House Of Balloons." Yoongi snorts proudly, placing a cigarette between his lips.

"House of balloons?"

Yoongi gives a small nod, as he lights up the end of his cigarette. "Throw these fuckin' parties every weekend and the people, they love the fuckin' balloons."

"Every weekend, hm?"

Yoongi nods, tells you it's a tradition. Tells you they've never missed a weekend since they started. Doesn't tell you why it started, doesn't tell you how much he fucking loves it, but you can feel it. Can see there's a light in Yoongi's eyes that he didn't have when he was attending galas and charity events, although that may just be the snow racing through his bloodstream.

Once upon a time, around the time Yoongi gave you your first blunt you used to think that perhaps you and Yoongi would have ended up together. Had the fattest crush on him until he broke your tween heart when he lost his virginity to Kim Soyeon in a bathroom of a Four Seasons during a High Society gathering.

He looks at you, "You really thinkin' bout leaving it all?"

You shrug slightly, "Not if it's going to lead me here. No offense."

He laughs, nudges your shoulder and takes the cigarette back from you. "Do it better than I did. Get your hands on some fuckin' cash or some shit, keep contacts. I ain't got shit now, never been happier but fuck it could have been easier."

You stand with Yoongi, listen to him mumble about something to do with his music. Fucker can barely string a sentence together, heads rolling, his jaw too.

It only takes you another 20 minutes, one uncalled for squeeze to your ass by some horned up freak and a death stare by Jungkook until you realise, it's home time.

"Another party tomorrow night, always welcome here Bee. Friday through to Sunday, the House Of Balloons will always love to have you" Yoongi says before he closes the door to your uber.

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It's half past 5 by the time you arrive back to the penthouse.

Quiet, clean, bright. All the things the House Of Balloons wasn't.

The only noise being the chef in the kitchen preparing too much food for a Saturday's breakfast.

Managing to retreat to your own room without your parents questioning where you've been and why you're strolling in at fuck ass O'clock.

You lay in bed. Soft noises coming from your vanilla bean diffuser thats refreshing your room. Eyes on the ceiling. Thoughts on the House Of Balloons.

What the fuck was that? Why did I see 4 people getting it on in the open? Did I really look like a hooker? I would make a decent hooker- no. Shut up. Wouldn't go to Daegu if I was a fucking hooker. What hooker wears Hervé Léger pulled from the archive specially for you? Was the party still thriving?

It was. Yoongi wasn't lying when he said Friday through to Monday. It's simple really;

Friday will come, the house is open at 9pm, people roll in for their Friday night start off. House is normally cleared out by 8am, except for the few passed out around the house or the girls letting the guys use their bodies.

Repeat on Saturday's.

Sunday is come down day. Still a rager, just less pussies who can't handle it.

By 10am on a Monday, the house is clean and ready for the week to prepare for the next weekend.

Hoseok will have worked on his set to Dj from a shitty DJ deck, (which he stole from a college music room he broke into one night). The House of Balloons isn't the House of balloons without his dark, seductive and occasional mix of early 2000s&90s club bangers.

Yoongi organises drop offs from his dealer. The money that everyone drops in that rusted bucket? Yeah, that's their Snow Stash. The House Of Balloons isn't the House of Balloons without its fair share of coke, weed and god awful cheap booze.

Jimin is mostly in charge of the people that come to the parties. A charmer, knows how to make the night seem like it's not worth missing. Tells a pretty desperate stranger, who tells a friend, who tells another friend. The House Of Balloons isn't the House Of Balloons without a crowd full of depressed, desperate delinquents.

And Jungkook, is in charge of- well, being Jungkook. The female's will stroll on into the House Of Balloons, see him and decide that coming every weekend is worth it just to see him. The men want to be him, women want to be with him.

Which is no problem to Jungkook, can't stand sleeping with the same girl more than once- hates the idea of getting comfortable with someone. Prefers to spend the night learning their body and then never having to revise the information again.

The House Of Balloons isn't the House Of Balloons without Jeon Jungkook.

He loves it. Thinks the feelings he feels when he's inside the walls of his home that are shaking from the bass, when his line of vision is slightly warped from the white powder he snorts through his nose or the girl he's picked from the crowd is on her knees in-front of him must be the best feeling in the world. Nothing can compare, he thinks. This is what love must feel like. This is the feeling that people spend their life searching for, in the palm of his hand.

And just as deeply as he loves, his hate will always run deeper. Whether it be, losing, things being out of place or you.

Well, not you. Doesn't actually give a flying fuck about you. But, he hates people like you. Who come from money, stability, a safety net below them every time they slip. You just happen to fit exactly into that category, your fault. Not his.

Jungkook was raised by a single mother, father left and died from an overdose. Mother worked two jobs to be able to afford food.

Jungkook was 9 when his mother took her own life, leaving him with his grandparents who passed together 4 years later in result of a hit and run.

A life of loss and grief led him here. Right to the doorstep of the House Of Balloons. Well, technically it led him to Jimin.

Jimin and Jungkook met when Jungkook went to try to steal food from Jimin's father's run down (but the tastiest) Korean BBQ restaurant. Jimin saw him, made him a plate. They decided from that day that they would be best friends from then onwards and to only score five-finger-discounts together.

By the time they turned 17, they met Namjoon. Local Cannabis grower. Joon, only two years older, promised unlimited smoke sesh's if Jimin promised to get his father to feed him. Easy deal.

Three of them started going to shitty house parties, none of them were really any fun. More like a place to find someone to empty themselves into and if they were super lucky, find something laying around to steal and sell for some quick cash.

Half the reason why they continued to stop by these parties was because Jungkook had taken a liking to the DJ's music.

Hoseok was constantly, practically begging people to let him play music at whatever house party was the spot for a night. Thought, maybe just maybe someone would see his talent and know someone who knows someone and set him up for life. Hopeful.

Jungkook had extended an invite to Hoseok to join them for a meal, and wanted to convince Hoseok to teach him how to DJ. Wanted to be cool like him. Quickly realised he much rather listen to music than make it.

Then, two years ago, enters Yoongi. Introduced himself at a party. Bonded with Hoseok over music, plants with Joon and drugs and women with Jimin and Jungkook.

Jungkook and Jimin had planned on jumping him after Yoongi told him where he was from, but decided not to after they realised he really was just as broke as them.

The five of them, inseparable now. Living together in a run down shit box they scored with Yoongi's only available money. Decided to throw the party they always dreamed of, was a hit and has been a part of their lives since.

So, sue Jungkook for hating you and your lifestyle. Ungrateful for running away he thinks. Too scared to actually run away, is sure he won't have to see you again. If he has to see another pink dress shining in the crowd of monochromatics, he might just rip his own eyes out and stomp on them.

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Jungkook is enjoying his night so far. Saturday's are always a little more chaotic than Friday's or Sunday's. More people, more drama, more women, more orgasms.

He sat in his usual seat, the brown leather couch facing towards the entryway. Can see everyone who enters, see's his options, notices any potential danger, can spot any glittering pink that dare enter.

He's listening to Joon dramatically ramble on to him and everyone within close proximity about how some dickhead stole his bicycle last night, reckons his gonna find the sneaker fucker and shove the handle bars up his ass. He won't, will just have to steal someone else's. Circle of life.

Jungkook's half interest is completely stripped from him once he looks towards the door and spots a glittery nepo baby wearing a baby blue dress. Corseted at the waist, puffs out just at the middle of your thighs.

"Fuckin' hell" Jungkook breaths out, the smoke from his cigarette clouding around his face.

Jimin and Joon, a few of the girls surrounding them all look in Jungkook's line of vision. You. Dressed for a tea party with the elite but stood with the delinquents of Daegu.

"Round 2? More interesting than I thought she'd be." Joon shrugs, turns back to the blunt he was rolling.

Jungkook's eyes are narrowed in on you, watching you laugh and down a shot of vodka with Yoongi. Jaw clenched, his cigarette burning towards the filter.

"Why the fuck do you care so much? About her? Did she reject you or something? Ignore her, it's not like she's here for good." One of the little groupies who had been trying to score a second lay from Jungkook for the last 2 weeks by Jungkook's side speaks out.

Jungkook's eye's move directly to her, brows pinched together. "Fuck you just say?"

She sits up a little straighter, has been begging for Jungkook's attention for weeks, not this kind though.

"No, no, I just mean, you know. You seem worked up, we can go upstairs? Maybe not seeing her and focusing on someone else could help?". She runs her fingers through the back of his slightly curled wolf cut.

He scoffs. Sucks his teeth and elbows her arm away, "Only place I want you to be, is somewhere not fucking around me. Fuck off."

Harsh, too harsh probably.

"What? Jungkook, babe-"

"Fuck off."

And off she fucked. Was no point arguing or begging him to let her suck him off to show him how she truly didn't mean to upset him. Never was with Jungkook, once he had his mind made up about you, that was it.

"Bit harsh J." Jimin smirks, throws him a new cigarette, Jungkook's previous one had burnt to the filter and put itself out.

Jungkook takes a light to his fresh cigarette, says a quick "be back in a few." and walks out. Straight through the sliding door, that is barely on the hinges, to the back yard.

There's less people out here, he still decides to sit towards the back of the garage that Hoseok had turned into a bedroom slash studio for his mixing.

Quiet. Less stuffy. Air is breathable. All the opposite to what he normally craves. Blames you, you're the one piece that doesn't fit.

And it only makes him want to bring his own clenched fist straight to his own face and knock himself out when he looks up from the ground and see's you standing in-front of him.

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[bibleofficial]

yall they’re scamming the british now by telling them the d8 & alt cannabinoid vapes are d9 😭😭😭😭 oh naurrrr

[pintrestgrl]

you said angst so... jj x kook!reader JJs starts pushing pogues and reader away and when reader tries to get through to JJ, he says awful things to reader hitting her/them below the belt by bringing up her trauma and the fact she/they are a kook. maybe she completly ices him and the pogues out(bc the pogues forgave him) and start hanging out with kooks. maybe the topper/rafe/kelce trio to really drive home she doesn't care about them anymore. maybe she's even there when pope and jj get beat up? IDK i thought this up off the top of my head. i don't reader crying in the shower heartbreaking sob fest angst. also i left what her supposed trauma up to you bc i don't know how far you're willing to go with that.

-💐

okay i lied. i’m doing this one bc it intrigued me.. lol. but also hi 💐 anon !! ur not overwhelming me i love all the asks, it’s just a matter of energy lol. but love u !!

also prepare for this to be lengthy due to the thick plot, lol

i actually am proud of this and how i wrote it, i rlly like it 🥹.

i will get out more posts today, likely 2-3. 4 if i get drink an alani lmao.

mean!jj x sensitive!kook!reader.

you had always known jj, due to the small size of the island. however, you just started getting closer with him the past few weeks.

you had always seen into him more then others did, even from afar.

you noticed the bruises on his cheeks, and how they’d fade over the next few days. you noticed when he’d gotten a haircut, likely from john b. you didn’t know why, but you found him interesting.

you probably shouldn’t have, considering your brother — rafe, absolutely hated him. he was a bad kid, you always saw him getting arrested with the rest of the pogues.

the reason you two started getting closer, was due to a drunken hookup you had a misunderstanding on. clearly, he looked at it as any other girl he would hook up with, no feelings and not a thought about it again.

you however, looked at it way different. you really genuinely liked him, truly. you didn’t care about any of the bad rumors about him, you didn’t see him as just the bad. you saw the good too.

a few days ago, you went to the chateau to see jj. you hadn’t talked to him since the hookup, expect for minor greetings. you wanted to get to know him more. understand him, fully and completely.

it’s safe to say it didn’t go well. you sat him down, explaining how you really did like him. he listened at first, but as soon as you started trying to open him up, he immediately tensed.

you asked him about how come he always has those bruises on him, and where they’re from. he stood up immediately, scoffing at your attempt.

“you’re fuckin’ serious? you just came here to make fun of me?”

you shook your head quickly at his misunderstanding, explaining how that’s not what you meant at all.

“y’know, it’s not shit you would understand at all. you’re too much of a dumb pretty little ‘kook princess’ with no thoughts in her head to figure it out.”

you swallowed at his harsh words, tears filling your eyes. you opened your mouth to speak, but he just kept spewing more words out.

“ever think that’s why i didn’t talk to you after we hooked up? because we couldn’t ever be anything. i could never be with somebody like you.”

tears fell from your eyes at his words, trying to take deep breaths. you attempted to speak again, before he interrupted you.

“just save it, okay? go back to figure 8 where you belong.”

you let more tears fall, listening to him and gathering your stuff and leaving the chateau.

you walked home with tears down your face the whole time, thoughts stirring. was that really all he thought about you? just a kook who never had to worry about anything?

your tears eventually faded, feelings going numb from exhaustion.

when you got home, you pushed your way past your family, going upstairs to shower.

when you got in, you immediately broke down again. tears filling your eyes and streaming down your face.

you wanted jj to like you, you really did. but if he really had those thoughts of you, you needed to let him go. you couldn’t go on thinking about him, worrying, if your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

over the next few days, you left jj and every pogue alone. you noticed him around, though. you didn’t see the pogues around him, either. it seemed like he was avoiding them, just like you were avoiding him. he looked almost upset, everywhere he went too.

after a while, he got over whatever little mood he was in and you saw him laughing, running around with his friends again.

you however, were not over it. his words really hurt, and you couldn’t get them out of your head. but you knew you needed to give him the same treatment back.

so you decided to start hanging out with your friends too. you started going to the boneyard with topper, kelce, and rafe. you knew jj hated them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to show any care if you weren’t receiving any.

you left him alone for a while after that, silently thinking and worrying about him in your head instead.

you opted for watching from afar, both of you making awkward eye contact at times.

you still wondered where those bruises came from, and if you would ever know at all.

[jjenthusee]

Empty Plates

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: I SUCCESSFULLY MOVED SO THATS WHY I WAS GONE FOR A HOT MIN but i wanted to give u something while we wait for Racing Hearts pt. 4 :D ENJOY comment if ur comfortable and let me hear ur thoughts \(^~^)/

Tags: hurt/no comfort, angst, sorry yall we gon cry together

Word Count: 1.3k

He left.

Jason was gone.

The apartment was cold. The only outline of him ever being there was the blanket pushed aside, curving around where he used to lay on the bed.

Everything was too good while it lasted.

No matter how many times he left without a word, it felt like it started to hurt less and less the more you didn’t see him next to you.

You’ve always heard how great other people’s relationships were. Too good to be true. It feels like a dream.

And they were right.

It was like a dream.

But Jason was only in your life like a dream.

Only in your bed late in the night.

Willing to be there when the moon rose.

And like a dream, he disappeared. Only like a memory.

They say that hate is worse than love, but the opposite of love was indifference.

And you had no energy to care anymore.

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So you woke up.

Like any other morning.

Folding your blankets, face blank, heart blank.

You took out loose leaf tea, started prepping breakfast as the water boiled.

Your morning gray.

No music, no color, no Jason.

It was silent, only the sounds of water boiling, popping from the heat.

Your knife hitting the cutting board.

New cooking pans on the stove.

Your body going through the motions without a thought.

You couldn’t bring yourself to think, to feel.

You ate your breakfast, sitting at the table, watching the traffic go by.

Steam hitting your face from the cup as you let it warm your fingers.

No one sitting across from you.

No second mug to mimic yours.

No legs and knees bumping into yours.

You didn’t have any appetite anymore.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for wasting food, but you dumped the rest in the trash, getting nauseous from the sight.

Putting any dirty dishes in the sink.

Chores can be completed later.

You sullenly grabbed some clothes, getting in the shower.

You stood, letting your head feel the water pressure hit your scalp.

You broke.

You slowly fell to the shower floor.

Water running down your face as you sobbed, quietly weeping to yourself.

Your tears mixing with the warm water.

Memories flooded your mind.

“Jaybird, I want to get new cooking pans.” You wrapped your arms around Jason as he cooked.

“Why? These are still in good condition.” Jason continued flipping your small pancakes on the pan.

“But I want a new set that we bought together now that we moved.” You nuzzled your face into his back.

“Hm.” Jason hummed at the warm feeling of you behind him. “We can get a new set today. Something you like.”

You smiled into his shirt.

“Thanks, Jaybird.”

Then you got ready. Fixing your hair, brushing your teeth.

Ready for work.

Like nothing happened.

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It had been two weeks.

No sign of Jason.

No messages. No calls. Nothing.

You rarely ate. You called in sick from work after you were wearing yourself out.

Reaching your limit of filling your time with anything, but Jason.

Forgetting to brush your teeth, no longer changing out of your lounging clothes, staring out the window from the table.

You did drink water, your stomach not tolerating anything else.

No music playing anymore.

It was quiet.

Only the upstairs neighbor’s footsteps filling the silence.

Your face was pale, it felt like your cheeks were hallowing out.

Eyes tired.

You refused to let yourself reach out to Jason first. Countless times before you had called, texted, done something.

But you didn’t wanna do any of it anymore.

No longer following Jason.

You went to the bathroom. Slowly having the energy to walk.

Shutting yourself in there, the walls feeling small, you blankly watched the mirror.

An unrecognizable expression that only visited during the bad times.

You sighed, splashing water on your face.

The floor creaking as you walked back.

When you made it back to the table, you sat down in the same chair, looking at the same cup, watching the same window.

Not acknowledging anything.

“You’re not going to say anything?” Jason said. Sitting across from you. He sounded confused, his expression probably wasn’t any different, but you didn’t know.

You didn’t bother looking.

You almost flinched from his voice. You almost convinced yourself he was an illusion.

“Yell?” He questioned. “Anything?”

You stayed quiet. Staring out the window.

When was the last time you took a walk?

“Please say something.” Jason pleaded in front of you.

It was too hot these days, but if it was cloudy like today, maybe you should start walking soon.

You still stared out the window, taking a sip from your cup.

“Nothing?” Jason’s frustration peaking into his voice.

You needed some exercise.

“Sweetheart.” Jason firmly impeded your thoughts.

You sighed.

“I’m tired.” You softly spoke.

“I came back because I was worried.” Jason explained.

Your frustration building. Trying to balance out your nonchalance and anger.

“It’s so noisy.” You flatly said to yourself.

“But things were supposed to be okay, I made sure—“

You angrily set the cup down, water splashing from the impact. The cup cracking, water leaking onto the table.

You continued to look out the window. Not acknowledging the mess around your hand.

“I don’t know if you realize this, Jason, but my world stopped the day you left. I stayed up countless nights worried if there was something wrong, if you were hurt, if I did something wrong—“

“Of course not—“

“I know! I realized that I did my best. I stupidly loved you and I didn’t know what to do when you left me. Again.” You watched two kids bike on the sidewalk. Laughing in their joy.

“I was scared!” Jason stammered, voice straining. “I didn’t know what else to do, so I left!”

“Then what are you so afraid of?!” You closed your eyes, lowering your head into your other hand. The last thing you saw was one of the boys falling, scraping his knee on the pavement.

“It’s because you made me realize that I can be more!” His voice rose. “I realized that maybe I don’t just want to be Red Hood!” Jason paced, recklessly brushing his fingers through his hair.

You froze, listening to his ramble.

“I want to be more. I want to have something other than Red Hood and it’s scaring the absolute shit out of me.” Jason paused, taking his hands out of his hair.

Jason hunched forward trying to make himself as small as possible. Tightly wrapping his arms around himself.

“—the Red Hood helmet.” Jason whispered, so soft you barely heard the end of his sentence.

“What?” You breathlessly responded, keeping your head down, unconsciously mimicking Jason’s soft voice.

“For the first time, I wanted to take off the Red Hood helmet.” He meekly looked at you. His eyebrows crushed together in a horrified look like he, himself, was just realizing this fact.

Your chest stung. You’ve never heard Jason so terrified, trembling in fear, voice shaky.

“I don’t know if I can take off my helmet. I can’t be anything without it.” Jason admitted.

“So you decided to leave, to never say anything, to let me continue my life like you weren’t there?” You harshly told him.

“Yeah, I ran, but I checked on you. Making sure nothing happened as you walked to work, but every day I saw you looking worse.” Jason moved again, but you didn’t want to lift your head. “It never got better, so…I came back. Dammit, look at me!”

He slammed his fits on the table, the cup shaking in your harsh grip.

You lift your head. Staring straight into his eyes.

Jason looked terrified. Angry, yes, but absolutely terrified.

It almost made you laugh from disbelief.

“Whether you take off the helmet or not…” You hesitated. This was it. No more caving in. You leveled your voice, firm and harsh. “Doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Silence.

The cup shattering in your hands, cutting your hand.

It stung.

Neither of you looking down first, until Jason broke eye contact.

He reached for your injured hand.

You got up, avoiding his touch, walking to the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. Grabbing the first-aid kit.

Dripping small drops of blood on the floor.

When you turned around, you flinched.

He was gone.

Again.

Like another dream.

[milaisreading]

HIIII i love ur posts!!

Can i request a tired or mentally drained and at one point she breaks down on front of the bllk boys and all of them start panicking or trying to comfort her? 😭😅

I've been tired cuz exam season ( >:p ) "and i wanna cry but i physically can't ( idk why? ) and i want some comfort sooooo.... yeah!

if u dont wanna its cool :)

byeeee❤️❤️

Author: I FEEL U! I have been feeling soo drained and useless ever since my exams finished. Literally can't even relax during this small break I got:// Anyways, I hope u like this! Thanks for the request🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

On any normal day (Y/n) didn't mind the chaos the boys caused her, after all they were under a lot of pressure, so she let them unwind while cleaning up after them. But today was not one of those days. Ever since the preparations for the next Blue Lock phase started she felt like they were more and more chaotic, while she was losing herself more and more in all of her work. The whole week was just a whole mess for her, from running errands for Anri and Ego, to breaking up fights between the teammates, she just felt like giving up. Right now, she was enjoying some quiet time in the lunch hall, just drinking some tea while fighting back sleep.

"This morning was so tiring...." She winced while grabbing her stomach. This morning, Rin accidentally kicked the football past the goal, which ended up hitting (Y/n) in the stomach. This caused a loud argument between the captain, Isagi and Barou. (Y/n) tried to stop them, but the fussing coming from Aryu and Hiori stopped her. She was annoyed that they didn't let her handle the issue, instead Kurona and Yukimiya ended up dragging her toward the infirmary.

Next thing that happened was an hour after the first incident. Karasu and Otoya were practicing with Bachira and Aryu, (Y/n) was as usually sitting and taking down the stats of the 4. Nothing unusual. Until Bachira decided to goof around with the football and yell at (Y/n) to watch him do some tricks. She admitted, they were impressive, and she commented on how great they are. Her comments along with the impressed look on her face caused the other three to start doing the same. The problem was that there were 4 of them and (Y/n) would have to look every 2 seconds at a different player, which did make her dizzy. Ego had noticed the commotion and yelled at all 5 of them to get back to training.

The 3rd incident happened barely an hour ago at lunch time. (Y/n) was sitting with Gagamaru, Isagi and Chigiri during the time, and while talking with the 3, she didn't notice an argument between Kunigami and Nagi unfolding. Everyone knew that (Y/n) barely ever ate her dessert, it had too much protein, so she would always left it to one of the players to eat. The dessert was pretty much the highlight of their day and the team agreed on whoever got the most points for the day, will get the sweet treat. This arrangement worked for 2 months, but today was the first time that two players were tied in points.

Kunigami and Nagi were both known to be level headed and somewhat apathetic towards everything, except when it comes to their manager and her attention,  that's when both are pretty much irrational.

"I think you seem to misunderstood me, Nagi. I am getting it today." Kunigami said, sending a tight smile towards the albino.

"And you seemed to have misunderstood me, Kunigami. But that pudding is mine."

"Calm down, you two." Niko rolled his eyes, still mad that he lost this time.

(Y/n), blissfully unaware of that whole agreement, noticed Gagamaru staring at her dessert. Knowing she won't eat it anyways, she decided to give it to him.

"Here. I won't eat. Hope you like strawberry flavor." She said, handing the surprised Gagamaru her food.

Chigiri and Isagi gasped silently. They shortly sent the flustered goalie jealous glares before looking at Kunigami and Nagi, who were staring degers at Gagamaru.

"A-are you sure?" The boy asked as (Y/n) nodded her head, smiling warmly at the boy.

"Of course-"

"Gagamaru, you traitor!" The two flinched and looked in surprise at Nagi.

"Ha?" (Y/n) panicked a little as she saw Kunigami and Nagi glaring at the duo.

"Keep it down, you two." Reo rolled his eyes, earning a nod from Tokimitsu.

"M-maybe we should let Gagamaru have-"

"Shut it, Tokimitsu!" Kunigami and Nagi yelled and then started arguing with Gagamaru. It eventually spread across the whole lunch room, and (Y/n) started twitching a little. Nobody was listening to her as she tried to calm it down. Was it the exhaustion or pure desperation to shut everyone up, but (Y/n) eventually started crying silently. Lost in her own thoughts while crying, she wasn't paying attention to what the rest were saying.

"I am the fastest. The dessert is mine!" Chigiri earned a show from Aryu at that.

"You forget I was in the top3 and I am the one with the better hair."

"Oh, shut up you peasants! You all are beneath me and (Y/n), therefore the pudding is mine."

"Says who? You, Barou? You do not have the charm to be anywhere near (Y/n)."

"Otoya, you cheated on your girlfriends. What makes you think you are worthy?" Yukimiya sighed.

"And what about you, Yukimiya? You are so plain, there is no way she will fall for you. Now me on the other hand-"

"Oh, shut up Karasu. Your charms are below Antarctica's temperatures." Niko groaned.

"I think the cutest one of us should get the pudding. So me-"

"Bachira, that would be me. I am also the ace, so that's just a bonus." Isagi smiled, earning a glare from Rin

"Pipe it down, you two can barely pick up a 2nd language." The captain added in.

"English is hard." The two protested.

"I think the richest one should have a say in the dessert." Reo smirked, earning louder protests.

Tokimitsu shivered a little in fright and looked over at (Y/n), freezing for a moment as he saw her crying.

"What's up, Tokimitsu?" Hiori wondered, one of the few who decided not to argue. Kurona looked over to where Tokimitsu was looking, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw her crying too. He nudged Hiori.

"Look." Kurona said and the cyan-haired boy looked at (Y/n). He wasted no time and ran to her side, followed by Tokimitsu and Kurona.

"He-hey, don't take it to heart. They are stupid like that." Tokimitsu said as he patted the sobbing girl's back. Kurona and Hiori moved closer, both trying to calm her down, all three felt their hearts breaking as they watched her cry. The room grew slowly quiet too, as the rest looked at (Y/n) in concern and guilt.

"(Y/n)...." Chigiri gulped.

"It's just hard to keep up with you all. You keep arguing and destroying things at times... and it's just hard to keep up... I can usually take it, but I guess today isn't my day." A wave of guilt hit the team as they quickly scrambled for the right words. The last thing they wanted was for their (Y/n) to cry, or worse, contemplate on leaving them.

"Tokimitsu, go and take (Y/n) somewhere quiet to calm down. The rest of you stay here." Rin said, quickly getting unto his captain mode. The rest said nothing, deciding not to make things worse, and they watched with guilt and sadness as (Y/n) got dragged out by Tokimitsu.

"Alright, listen up." Rin spoke up, causing the rest to look at him.

"We need to pull our shit together, unless we want (Y/n) to leave and for some other manager to replace her. The team pretty much shuddered at the idea, there was no way someone will replace her!

"So, what's your idea, captain?" Barou wondered.

"I will tell you, but first... Reo, I need you to do some calls." The billionaire heir raised his eyebrow and slowly nodded his head.

And soo, that was what had happened. (Y/n) ended up crying for about 30 minutes as Tokimitsu stayed around, just in case. The boy was collected and calm, no sign of his previous fidgety demeanor. After she calmed down, she apologized to Tokimitsu for inconveniencing him, but the boy didn't mind.

"If you feel down again, don't be afraid to tell us. We will listen." The boy said with a smile, which calmed her down a lot.

After lunch, she went back to her normal duties, helping the other staff members and the team out. To her surprise, they didn't cause any ruckus, they were calm and friendly. Even Rin, Isagi and Barou stayed away from arguing with each other. Unbeknownst to her, whenever a staff member tried to scold her, Karasu, Aryu and Nagi would send them warning glares. They alone caused them to back off quickly. All in all, the day went pretty well, and (Y/n) felt a lot lighter now. She slowly walked into her bedroom, and stopped at the entrance as she noticed a box on her bed. Slowly walking towards it, she looked at the note on the box and slowly started reading it. (Y/n)'s eyes widened a little as she read it through, realizing that the team sent her this, and her heart melted at the apology they wrote out.

'They are chaotic... but I love them like that.' She smiled and slowly opened the box, only to find various treats that she could only buy outside of Blue Lock's facility, she even got a small (f/c) bear.

'They probably made Reo get this...' She chuckled and plopped on the bed, hugging the bear close to herself.

'I will make it up to them... maybe Teieri-san can help me get them some small gift next week.' She thought, slowly falling asleep.

[zombholic]

| 𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 |

“dude i swear i will get on my knees for that woman!” you rolled over on your best friends, dina’s bed as she passed you a blunt, taking a hit before passing it back to the dark haired girl sitting against her bed on the floor.

“you saw her two times y/nn” she shook her head looking at the blunt before looking at you. “ok but listen, she is like ethereal dude, i’d gobble her-“ “and you’re done speaking, go to sleep you have work tomorrow” you almost puked at the thought of work.

dina rolled you over to the wall side as she got under the covers “i should have a heart attack and then you can take me and ask for her” “go to bed y/n!”

hearing your stupid alarm go off, dina took it upon herself to grab your ankles and drag you off her very comfortable bed “i’m going to put you in my 13th record” you rubbed your face before getting up to her bathroom “love you!”

—

you were only a little happy today because it was pay day so you decided to be nice to the annoying customers as well. “have a great day ma’am” you gave the most fake smile to the customer, flipping her off when she left “no sign of doctor goddess this morning?” jesse walks in to start his closing shift.

“she’s the only reason i’m even here right now, can’t believe this is how she breaks up with me” you fake a sad sign, shaking your head at him causing him to chuckle at your attitude.

quickly going around the counter to help jesse clean up for his shift you started by wiping down the tables, the bell to the door chimes, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the dirty table, you saw abby. “hey doctor” you walked back to the register, throwing the latex gloves in the trash, giving her a smile. “hey sweetheart” the nickname giving you a tingly feeling in your stomach.

“the usual? and why so late?” you started with brewing the coffee “night shift and can you make that 4 please, my co-workers need it too” she sighed giving you the sweetest smile.

i want you to fuc-

nodding at her request you grabbed a couple more cups and a cup holder “so as a doctor do you get like any days off? it seems so like exhausting” you tilted your head looking at her “well, because i am a very needed doctor in the field i get at least a month or two off for vacation but on my days off i need to have my pager on me always” she shows you the little black box on her pocket.

you feel jesse “accidentally” bump into you with a sorry ass apologize and a cough, giving to the look. “so um, i was wondering if i could like maybe get your number?” you held your breath, fiddling with your fingers only giving her minimal eye contact. abby pulls her phone out, handing it over to you “why not” she maintains her eye contact.

quickly adding your contact in her phone you gave it back to her, giving yourself a fist bump in your head “you know like incase i have a heart attack or something and need to call for help” you joked biting the inside of your cheek out of a nervous habit “i hope you never have a heart attack sweet thing and i really hope you call the ambulance first” she laughed.

giving her the coffees you gave her a small bye “i’ll text you on my break, if you’re awake by then?” she gave you a flashing smile before walking out.

“holy shit! you got her number” jesse patted your back “holy fucking shit! i like almost shit myself, im gonna pass out” you inhaled deeply after holding your breath for so long “can i be the maid of honor” he wiggled his brows at you with a stupid smirk on his face “you can sit in the back with the grass.”

—

getting out the shower you started getting ready for bed, not to sleep cause tomorrow is your day off but you wanted to just chill and watch the vampire diaries.

buzz buzz

grabbing your phone you see a number text, your heart racing knowing it’s literally the love of your life texting.

—

Hello, it’s Abby from the coffee shop.

omg hey! didnt think u would text me

Of course I would, why wouldn’t I?

i mean, you are a busy heart doctor so i assumed you would be too busy 😭

Why are you crying?

crying? no abs it’s supposed to be me laughing LOL

Oh, well I still have a lot to learn.

you’re literally adorable, are you off tomorrow?

During the day, yes, but I have another night shift. Why?

do you maybe want to go out for lunch or something?

Of course, I would love to.

What time and which restaurant?

you can pick that for us, im down for anything :)

How about 12pm at Vue Rooftop?

oh that sounds fancy and i probably can’t afford it 🥲

Sweetheart, who said you were going to pay for anything in the first place? It’s my treat.

no, i cant let you pay for me thats not fair on you

It’s a date Y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow. I have to get back to work now, Goodnight beautiful.

AUTHORS NOTE: yeah i have adhd and i am making part 3 already … EHEHEHEH

[slvtforfiction]

Second chance romance

☆ Colby X Reader

☆ Forced proximity

☆ Fluff

☆ Ex-lovers to lovers

☆ If you are going to request: please check at the pinned post if requests are open,otherwise I will delete your requests which I have already been doing

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

☆ And credits to Pinterest for the inspiration board at the top :)

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Here I was sat on a plane next to my now ex boyfriend and roommate. I have been dreading this plane journey but I’m so excited for the holiday I was to soon be on.

I pulled up Spotify on my phone,that he had conveniently bought me before we parted, and began listening to music as I prayed for this flight to be over.

I closed my eyes after I had stared out of the window for what felt like an eternity and reminded myself that it was only a 4 hour flight.

I got jostled awake as the flight attendant stood in the aisle, “Do you want a drink or a snack? I’ll buy.” He said and I rolled my eyes, “I’ll buy my own stuff,thanks.” I replied sarcastically turning to look at the flight attendant who was patiently waiting for an answer.

“Can I have a can of coke and some peanuts please?” I asked and she looked away smiling pulling a cup,a can of coke and salted peanuts out of her trolly.

“That’s £6 please.” She told me as she continued smiling almost eerily at me “Uh yeah.” I said as I pulled my bag from beneath my legs searching for my purse.

As I looked up with my purse in hand,the flight attendant had left and I turned my head slowly towards Colby.

“What happened?” I asked with a strain of anger in my voice knowing that he had not just paid her. “I paid her and she went along,it’s not a big deal.” He told me with his smile, “God sake.” And then I knew this was going to be the longest holiday I had ever had and certainly not because I was happy.

I was once again jostled awake as he stood in the aisle looking down at me, “Come on sleepy,we’re here.” He said as he grabbed his bag from the overhead bin.

“Don’t call me that.” I said groggily as I wiped my eyes and and picked up my bag from the floor slinging it over my back as we walked off the plane.

“What’s your issue with me today?” He asked as if he was being genuine “Guess.” I said rhetorically.

Whenever I was with Colby he would be editing,it was like I had come to see my boyfriend and had gotten trapped in a mirror maze.

A room full of people but at the end of the day it was only me and the lifeless body hunched over his computer.

And then it all came crashing down,but the trip was non-refundable and I was not losing a good holiday over this,so here we are.

I walked out of the airport after having made it through security and grabbed my luggage and we hopped into the taxi waiting to be transported to our hotel.

The weather was perfect,sun rays hitting my face,the sounds of the waves crashing against the beach as we reached our hotel,everything was perfect.

We walked to reception,the reminder of the queen sized bed haunting me and we went into the lift and up to the room.

I collapsed on the bed and took a deep breath,I was finally on holiday. The realisation hit me and I got off the now scrunched up,untidy bed and walked over to my suitcase pulling out my makeup and a bikini.

I ignored Colby’s attempts of talking to me and walked straight into the bathroom to do my makeup.

I only did something simple,no foundation,knowing it would melt and would definitely come off if I went in the sea.

And I walked out of the bathroom,into the bedroom to pick out my bikini. I settled on a small purple bikini which showed off my curves in all the right ways and smiled to myself as I looked in the mirror.

I snapped a picture and uploaded it to instagram,captioning it ; ‘On holiday with someone I don’t know,this will be interesting 🤷‍♀️’ and posted it with a smile.

“You coming to the beach or what?” I said as I looked back at him, “No I’m in boxers for no reason.” He said sarcastically and I smiled sarcastically back at him.

I put on my sandals and walked out of the door with two towels in hand as Colby followed behind me.

We sat down on the first beach chairs we saw that were empty and I smiled as the sun rays hit my body,warming up my already hot body.

I lied there as I took in the light breeze against my face,the natural beauty of the scenery and the delicate sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.

I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes taking in the light smell of the sea,the sound of birds above us and the touch of my skin against the sandy beach chair.

I woke up about five minutes later realising I had fallen asleep again and decided to take off into the sea.

I took off the covering around my waist to reveal my thong bikini and walked into the calm sea.

I smiled as I floated around,taking in the view around me as the realisation hit me that I was finally on holiday.

I opened my relaxed eyes to see Colby walking into the water and floating over to me.

“Hey pretty.” He said and I scoffed looking at him dead in his eyes. “Really?” I said rolling my eyes with a sarcastic undertone.

Something I had noticed was how kind Colby was attempting to be now we were on holiday and I brushed it off as sarcasm.

We stayed until sundown,taking in the beautiful sunset that would never compare to LA’s busy scenery and with that we begun to walk back to our hotel room to get changed and go to the bar across the street.

The one thing we had both noticed upon our arrival was the obvious night life this city had. Bars upon every corner,clubs on every other corner and the copious amounts of taxi ranks that seemed to be empty,waiting till night to strike their attack of expensive drives upon their drunk victims.

As I reached the hotel room I opened up my suitcase once again picking out a skin tight dress and walked into the bathroom where my makeup bag sat.

This time however I decided to completely do my face how I would in LA,foundations,highlighter etc., I mean if I was going to meet someone new it may as well be here,where I wouldn’t have to see them again.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked into the full length mirror,smiling to myself as I noticed how stunning I looked.

I once again snapped a photo of myself,posting it to instagram,captioning it ; ‘🤩,night out for me!!’ And smiling to myself as I posted it.

I looked over at Colby who had gone for a more casual look, “You coming or what?” I said hurriedly.

“Waiting for you.” He mumbled as he followed me out of the hotel and to the bar across the road. I noted to myself the amount of drunk men and women stumbling down the street and to the filled taxi ranks.

As I made my way into the bar I took a seat on the empty barstool and the bartender came over to me almost immediately.

She was very pretty,without makeup and with the apron she was probably forced to wear,she smiled at me. “Can I get a gin and tonic please?” She smiled and walked away to go make my drink.

Colby sat next to me and I almost ignored his existence,whilst I would never say it aloud a part of me missed him,when he would stop editing and actually talk to me,but I knew that was rare and it pained me to know I missed him even if it was just the memories of his touch (and his cuddles and just everything about him).

I smiled as she handed me my drink before a guy behind me came up behind me,putting his arm around my shoulder, “I’ll pay for it beautiful.” And with that he handed the woman his credit card.

I smiled and turned around,drink in hand,to face him. “Thanks for the drink,handsome.” I smiled and suddenly I felt eyes piercing into the back of my skull.

“She’s mine,fuck off.” I heard Colby almost yell at him. I slammed my drink onto the bar and stormed out,leaving the drink behind and running off to the beach.

I stood in the sand as I heard footsteps running behind me,I ignored them in hopes of the sound soon disappearing,but it didn’t the sound came right up behind me and held its hands on my waist.

“Why do you just act like I’m not here with you?” He almost yelled at me and I stomped my foot like a toddler. “News flash! You aren’t!” I said laughing at him out of anger.

“Oh and whose fault is that?” He said staring into my eyes,piercing holes through my skull. “Yours!” I yell at him.

I knew we were causing a scene,the drunk people around us most likely didn’t have any idea of what was going on. The few couples who weren’t drunk stared in awe as if we were reality television.

“You broke up with me!” He yelled back but not nearly as loud as I had. “I left you because you treated me like I wasn’t there! A fucking roommate!” I yelled back at him,my eyes tearing up.

“You don’t think I love you?” He said softly,my teary eyes looked up at him and I replied, “No.” My voice strained but not from anger,instead from holding back the voice crack caused by the tears welling up in my eyes.

“I love you so much that I haven’t left any of my electronics alone for even a second because I was too scared you would call or message and I wouldn’t be there for you. I love you so much that I would pull up your Snapchat story,your instagram,anything you had posted on that day to make sure you were okay. I love you so much that even after you blocked me I continued to message and say ‘I love you’ every night because the thought of not saying that to you makes me sick. The only reason I’m even here is to keep you in my life for fuck sake Y/n.” He said and I stared up at him.

I quickly looked back down out of shame,not wanting to face the reality of his words. “Really?” I asked him as my tears waterfall down my face. “Yes!” He laughs back lovingly.

He cups his index finger under my cheek and makes me look up at him,taking me into a hug as I cried on his shoulder. “Im gonna stain your shirt.” I laughed half heartedly, “And it will be special because it was you.” He said back softly.

He pulled out of the hug,cupping my cheek as he pulled me into a kiss,I smiled into the kiss,the tear ducts drying up as I stopped crying.

As he pulled away he whispered to me “Y/n,be mine?” And I smiled,kissing his cheek, “Ofcourse.” I said gently.

[angelcakestarlet]

salvatore part 3.0

richie jerimovich x reader

warnings: age gap, cheating (eventually) (guys it's for the plot i swear), drugs mentioned, swearing.

guys this part is gonna be divided into two bc it didn't fit into one post :< they've been posted at the same time, u can find part 3.5 on my acc! thanks 4 all the love cuties <3

most people would call richie an asshole, it was just his nature y'know? how he walked around with that smirk you couldn't wipe off his face, fucking with cousin, trying to 'man the ship' and take control with his abrasive voice and attitude. after you got hired at the beef though, everyone wondered to what extent of an asshole richie really was. carmy and tina were on his ass the most, gifting him a quick smack on the shoulder or upside the head whenever they caught him staring at you, eyes trailing you out the door. they knew he could be an asshole, obviously, but they wondered if he was really the type of guy to take one look at your gleaming eyes and full cheeks and not be able to help himself. everyone in the kitchen called you 'baby', there was no avoiding how obviously young you were. richie knew, of course he knew, the way you looked up at him through your long lashes. the bags under your eyes nowhere near as dark and deep as his or carmy's. you were achingly sweet, and it killed him. when you smiled at him, bidding him his daily 'good morning, richie!' he felt his teeth rot in his mouth. like he wanted to store you away in his pocket and never let anyone ruin that sparkle you held behind your eyes. yet at the same time, if it was up to him, he could be the one to do it. a reminder he felt every time he played with the ring on his left hand. god, he could ruin your life if you let him. it's not like actively wanted to, but whenever he caught a glimpse of the sun hitting your soft skin he felt something intangible. so when you came up behind the alley and sat next to him on your first day, and he saw the way your glossed lips wrapped around his cigarette he knew he couldn't help himself, he wouldn't. he saw it that day, a part of you is sick enough to want this too. from that point on, you play along. his sweet names for you, soft touches, like he wanted to guide you, teach you. 

"tell baby she can't be ringing in the orders all at once, cousin!" carmy yelled over at richie through the expo. "well maybe if you picked up the pace, did the damn system the way it's meant to be done you'd get it done, cousin." richie yells back rolling his eyes, he was being stubborn about all of carmen's new 'rules'. "just tell her, asshole!". richie threw his hands up, exiting the kitchen to find you ringing in orders on the new tablet that only you can seem to figure out. he comes up beside you, gently pulling your hand off the screen. you turn, recognizing richie's strong cigarette and minty aroma. "cousin's being a little bitch so i'm just gonna need you to slow down on ringing in orders. alright, sweetheart?" he nods his head towards you. "oh shit, i'm sorry richie i forgot you guys were short staffed today! if you want i can help back there-" richie chuckles at you stumbling over your words. "no no, don't worry about it, doll. you keep your pretty little self up here-" he grabs your shoulders facing you back towards your tables, "and let me worry about what's going on back there". you let out a small laugh and agree, feeling his big hands gripping your shoulders. "keep raking in those tips, baby!" he yells back as he makes his way back into the kitchen. "yo, you told her, cousin?" carmy questions as richie walks back into the hectic kitchen. "yeah fuck off, she's doing great out there. that face brings in the big bucks man" sydney throws her head back at his words, "richie you can't be saying that! i think even the way you look at her is an HR violation." "syd, fuck off, i am HR" he responds with a cocky tone making sydney roll her eyes.

it was a few days after the day of the game, and the little show richie put on to protect you from some drunk asshole. he had laughed to himself the entire way home, imagining your 'boyfriend' picking you up that night. and every night after work as a matter of fact. how you'd go home to him and lay in bed thinking about richie. his hands, the scruff on his face, the shadow his figure casted over you when he stood behind you, the way his gaze imprinted on you, and the way his voice changed when directed towards you. richie could always clock the want in your eyes, almost like you would surrender yourself to whatever would fall from his mouth. finding out about your boyfriend just confirmed his suspicions; you were just the type of girl who's looking for someone to take good care of her. 

it was the following friday night after a particularly stressful shift at the beef (when wasn't it) and tina had rounded everyone up, convincing everyone to head to the bar. "ugh, but tina i'm all sweaty" you frowned, always wanting to head out looking your best. "baby throw on a dress and some lipstick and i promise you'll look just fine, mija." she came up to you, reaching up to flatten your fly aways with her small hands. "plus who you trying to look good for anyways, richie?" she laughed but then quickly noticed your red face and paused. "what?" you asked slowly with a nervous tinge. "don't tell me you got the hots for richie, girl." she looked at you, eyebrows as crinkled as ever. after your lack of response she let out a long sig, "ay no, niña. i love that boy, i really do but he is bad news. plus baby he's too old for you, my god, and you're too pretty. no no no you stay away from him." she ranted on before you could even get a word in. "no, tina! i don't, I promise!" you exclaimed, she stared unconvinced, "plus i've got a boyfriend". "hmmm, okay, i'm watching you girl. go get ready." her tone still sounded unconvinced, just a bit more at ease knowing you're at least 'taken'. you quickly composed yourself in the dim fluorescent's of the beef's bathroom as everyone made their way to the bar. slapping on some lipstick, your hoops, and trying to manage as much of your hair as you could. "wepa!! look at you, come on let's go before everyone gets drunk by the time we get there" tina pulls you off into her car. 

pt 3.5 up now!!

[carlossainzwho]

love is embarassing

before i even go on about this fic, can i just say how RELATABLE this song is? it hits you right in the guts (which i think why her album was established but eh). BUT THIS SONG IS SUCH A BOP!!

ANYWAY

PART 3 Y'ALL!!

pairing/s: carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings: swearing and 100% not proof-read (and i'm proud of it), mentions of crucifying :')

part one | part two | part three

I told my friends you were the one After I'd known you like a month And then you kissed some girl from high school And I stayed in bed for like a week When you said space was what you need Waited by my phone like a goddamn fool

All of your friends gushed over your new boyfriend - carlos sainz jr, so hot, so rich, so handsome. y/n reckoned it was true love from the very beginning.

but then of course.

another girl seemed so much more interesting to him!

but he told you

that he was stressed, needed more time alone and wanted some space.

y/n was such an idiot

for even thinking that he would come back to her

with welcome arms

And now it don't mean a thing God, love's fucking embarrassing Just watch as I crucify myself For some weird second string Loser who's not worth mentionin' My God, love's embarrassing as hell

how, how, how?

had y/n done something so fucking stupid?

she'd told all her friends

'he's mine, he's the one for me'

but god

y/n would crucify herself

if it meant that all of the stupid stuff she had done would get rid of itself

and all that would be left of her would be nothing but the flames her and carlos' relationship had gone down in.

love sticks onto you like superglue

and my god

it was mortifying

And I consoled you while you cried Over your ex-girlfriend's new guy My God, how could I be so stupid? You found a new version of me And I damn near started World War III Jesus, what was I even doing?

he would never shut up about her, how maria got a new guy

so

damn

quickly

and y/n was there for him, every step of the way

she made him into the person he is today

yet it meant nothing

he found someone better

hotter

prettier

not even words could explain how hurt she was

she tried to pretend like she didn't care

until she truly realised she really didn't care

Yeah, yeah, I give up, give up I give up everything I'm plannin' out my wedding With some guy I'm never marryin' I'm givin' up, I'm givin' up But I keep comin' back for more

your heart always skipped a beat whenever carlos asked you to get ready, that you two would be going out.

perhaps, you thought, he'll go down on one knee

and you two would be happy forever, making a family and being happy together

but it never happened

and it never will

y/n gave up

she put down everything for him

but she wanted what she deserved

and she wasn't letting go so easily

note:

she tried to pretend like she didn't care

until she truly realised she really didn't care

yep, i got it from isa's tiktok!

anyway, thanks so much! lemme know if u guys are up for a part 4, and if so, what GUTS song? i love you guys, thank you!

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera Ch 6 - Safe

(Prologue, Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

Scott’s fled for the skies. Estera needs to find someone’s inhaler. But what happens next?

Well. Some details follow.

My usual blend of fluff and “Yikes”…

Confession - this got a teeny bit dark in the last section. If you want to stop reading at the end of the fluffy bit (you’ll know it when you see it) then there is zero judgment from me. I even make myself go “Yikes” with that one…

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The authorities had called her a cab home, the hired coach having been sent away when all the parents arrived in person to collect their children. Although she had protested at the expense - surely there was a bus route somewhere nearby - she hadn’t had the energy to argue.

Thus she sat alone in the back seat trying to collect her thoughts. They resisted collection in a way that made cat herding look like a relaxing past time. So she fidgeted, putting on her cardigan then removing it again, retying her hair, rearranging the contents of her rucksack. Which she’d already done ten minutes before. She tried to force herself to calm down and turned to look out the window, her forehead meeting the glass with a surprisingly loud clunk.

“There’s a universal charging cable under the seat, Miss, and free WiFi if you’d like to use it.”

Of course there was. Couldn’t escape it these days. She didn’t want to appear rude so she smiled, thanked him and dutifully plugged in her battered mobile.

It flickered to life and within seconds several messages popped up… from her sister, a couple of friends, her elderly neighbour, even her hairdresser - clearly today’s events had hit the news. She drafted a quick reassurance, copied it to everyone and put the device down. She felt weirdly detached. It seemed strange that everyone was freaking out about her having been stuck in a cave when that had paled into utter insignificance compared to the shock she had experienced afterwards.

How could it be possible? He couldn’t have escaped, could he? If it hadn’t been for his reaction she’d have persuaded herself she was imagining things. But his reaction had been… compelling.

She picked up the phone again and opened a browser

‘International Rescue Scott’

An overwhelming plethora of photographs and articles and, wow ok, actual fan pages sprang up.

Most of the photos were distant, or amateur and blurry but his unmistakeable blue eyes shone out at her from the official ones - profile shots for International Rescue, some charity positions and… she gulped… he was the multi-billionaire CEO of one of the biggest companies on the planet. Even she knew of Tracy Industries - they were one of the good ones. A school in one of the more difficult neighbourhoods nearby had just had a complete IT infrastructure upgrade thanks to a grant from them.

His official TI profile confirmed his Air Force background, with honourable discharge after active duty. It didn’t say where that was but she knew.

Oh, she knew.

She skimmed some of the more gushing articles. All fairly light on objective facts but weighty on opinion and that opinion was pretty much universal - he was a hero, beloved by millions, a undoubted force for good in an often cruel and selfish world.

And she’d left him to die.

She closed the browser, no longer able to bear the accusation in his eyes.

“Are you alright, Miss?”

The taxi driver was watching her in the rear view mirror.

“I’m fine. Thank you.“

She let out a breath as his eyes returned to the road ahead. But he wasn’t done:

“Long day was it?”

“Something like that.”

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For the second time in as many months Virgil vowed to chase Brains up on the speed upgrade to Two. It was absolutely pointless trying to catch up to his brother who could be halfway to anywhere by now. Thankfully, he had John and Five.

“Virgil! He’s heading back your way.”

“What?”

“One just did a U-Turn. She’s heading straight for you.”

“What do you mean “straight”?”

“A collision course. Virgil, I think you should get ready to take evasive action.”

Even at a moderate speed the two birds making any kind of head on contact…even a wing clip, meant mutually assured destruction. Was Two nimble enough to avoid that?

Scott would never risk Virgil being hurt.

But… he remembered the cold, unfamiliar look on the former fighter-pilot’s face as he’d spun to face him not ten minutes before. Was his brother in a state to know who was flying the ship chasing him down?

Virgil bit back a scream.

“Can’t EOS…?”

“No. She can’t. He’s blocked her access.”

Virgil looked down at the Atlantic far below him. Could he drop his ship safely on the surface of the water? He cut his speed.

“I’m tracking her path, I’ll tell you when to move.”

This couldn’t be happening. He tried the comm again, fighting to keep his voice calm and unthreatening:

“Scotty? Can you hear me bro? It’s me, Virgil. Please pick up? Please?”

“25 seconds, Virgil. Start reducing altitude.”

White knuckled, he tipped Two’s nose downwards and went to accelerate.

“Wait!”

“What? What???!”

“It’s ok. It’s ok, he’s adjusted course to pass on your port side. I’m… I misunderstood what… I’m sorry to have worried you.” John sounded almost light headed.

With her familiar crack-boom One shot past in a blur. Virgil flinched as her vapour trail crystallised on her sister’s windscreen for a few moments. He levelled Two off and pulled up the graphical readout of One’s tracker. Scott appeared to have done one of his signature handbrake turns and was heading back towards him at a more sedate pace… the rocket’s trajectory heading safely to the left of Two. Gleaming silver came into view alongside and Scott matched the green ship’s pace, the way he often did on journeys home from the more difficult rescues. Those times when Virgil knew his big brother needed company more than the adrenaline rush of g force and extreme speed.

The comm remained muted, but they were together. And that, until they got home at least, was all that mattered.

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The lift was broken again and Estera truly empathised with it as she dragged herself to the 5th floor. Her limbs were jelly and once she was on the right side of her front door she considered just lying down in the hall and having done with it. At which point 60 kilos of floof and enthusiasm canonballed into her and she realised with a quiet groan that she had to take him out before he destroyed everything in her apartment. Glancing down at her dusty sleeves as they contrasted with Bez’s snowy fur, she resolved to shower and change first else people would think she’d just escaped from a disaster zone.

Not so different from the state she was in when she first got here come to think of it. The darkness of the following few days in Processing crowded in on her and she didn’t have the energy to push it away. It was all too close to the surface today.

Bez licked the salt off her cheek.

With what felt like superhuman effort she dragged herself upright. At least here she had her own shower. And clean towels. Squeezing past the wall of hair she made it to the kitchen, draped her coat and bag over the back of a chair and spotted the note on the table:

Walked Niebieski. Soup in fridge. Glad you are safe.

Edith & George

She blinked back more tears. The elderly couple next door were an absolute godsend.

Ok. Shower. Soup. Stupid movie to prevent too much thought. Could maybe make some popcorn. That was a plan.

She did like a plan.

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The pool slid closed overhead and Scott allowed himself a few moments to sit back and breathe before regrouping and running through the comfortingly routine process of post-flight checks. His shoulder twinged sharply and that itchy trickling sensation reminded him that steristrips were no match for the physicality of flying a supersonic jet.

His vision lurched as her voice came back to him and he desperately focussed on grounding himself. He could hear the creaking of cooling engines, feel the harness over his shoulders, the seat beneath and around him. Wait, something else was off too. Something was pressing uncomfortably into his hip… he leaned to the side to extract the item from his baldric. A tiny Thunderbird 2 looked up from his palm, accusingly. His hand shook and the toy dropped, hitting the deck far below with a distant ping.

He stared down into the abyss.

Virgil was right. It wasn’t safe. HE wasn’t safe. If he couldn’t trust his mind to stay on track then he couldn’t be trusted. How could he keep his brothers safe from the world when he couldn’t even keep them safe from himself?

He tightened his fingers around the levers, every inch of the ship’s controls so familiar it was like an extension of his own limbs. Closer to him than his flight suit in a way. One was a part of him. IR was a part of him. Maybe the majority part. Certainly the best part.

If he couldn’t do this… then…

No. He shouldn’t think like that. He just needed more time. He flicked the switch to extend the chair and took a purposeful step down on to the gantry.

He had an apology to deliver.

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Virgil looked down at his twitching, sleeping brother and fought back the urge to bear hug him and never let go. There had been plenty of those earlier. Scott begging for forgiveness he didn’t need. Virgil and John trying to reassure him, their words seeming so powerless and both desperately hoping that holding him tight could somehow piece their hero back together.

He hadn’t expected the honesty. That was new.

Scott had looked Virgil in the eye and told him he was right. He wasn’t ready, he wasn’t safe, he wasn’t ok. Virgil had shaken his head, denying the words he’d said over and over this last week. He didn’t want to be right. It was too painful. It wasn’t fair.

But Scott had been adamant - he was grounding himself for another fortnight. He needed time to process. Something had triggered him, he acknowledged that much, but he wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. He’d lowered his eyes and quietly asked if they wouldn’t mind staying with him because he didn’t want to be alone.

As if he could stop them.

And so the six of them crowded into the lounge in a nest of blankets, fluffy cushions and rogue bits of popcorn. Scott had sagged against Virgil’s shoulder and passed out not half an hour into the film. John curled on big brother’s other side, if he was asleep it was likely with one eye open. Allie and Gordon were a tangle of limbs on the floor while Kayo dozed with her head atop the pile.

They’d get through this together as they always had. As Virgil watched, Scott sighed in his sleep and his face relaxed. He was here and he was safe. Hopefully tonight the nightmares would leave him in peace.

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Estera braced her feet and shoulders against the splintering wood and bit through her lip as she tried to remain silent despite the terror of the world tilting and sliding. The rumble of aircraft engines filled her head to the point where she wondered if she could even remember any other sound. But she knew where she was. This was to be expected. It would end soon. It had to.

The unsecured packing crate slammed into something again, her head rebounding painfully off the inside and she was consumed by nausea. The tiniest sob escaped and she froze. With a click the lid was opened and blinding light flooded into her streaming eyes as she tried to focus on the figure leaning towards her. It was him! Was she saved? Was she safe?

No.

Dread filled every cell of her body. Vivid blue eyes looked down at her but they were unseeing. A dark line ran from the corner of his mouth and then red, sickly gleaming red was everywhere. His blood was everywhere and it was her fault. His body fell heavily on top of her and the lid was slammed shut and she screamed for help until her throat burned.

Nobody came.

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Chapter 7…

[loserscanwritetoo]

Starman

Chapter 4

“Wait, so you’re telling me Ghostboy was just sitting there, speaking to a candle?” Luke laughed loudly. Will couldn't see what was so funny.

“Not in a creepy way, I mean, he’s new here, and he does speak with an accent. Maybe he lost someone back home?”

“Not to be a buzzkill, but speculating isn’t gonna make it make more sense,” Leo sighed. “Will, you guys are kind of friends, talk to him if you’re so concerned.” Will was about to reply when he was distracted by the distinct sound of the car he had come to recognize as Nico’s, or maybe his mom’s. 

He looked up to see Hazel and Nico jump out of the car, laughing to themselves. Will found himself wishing he would laugh like that with him, and found himself longing for a friendship with the older boy. He watched Nico fish out another cigarette, and hated himself for finding it attractive when he lit it.

“All your smoking will kill you one day” Hazel told her brother, but he just rolled his eyes at her. Will had at least 50 arguments that would surely get him to quit if he really wanted, but this was not the time, nor place, for that. 

“Yo, Ghostboy!” He heard Luke yell. Will dramatically facepalmed.

"Ghostboy! I’m talking to you!” Nico looked around confused, but Luke was clearly speaking to him, “Talking to candles? Hanging out in graveyards? Coming to school pale as a ghost and smelling of ancient furniture? I’m starting to suspect you actually are a ghost!” Nico’s eyes flashed with anger, and Will felt his own heart rate starting to speed up. Luke clearly wanted a reaction, and Nico didn’t get that.

“That’s what you get off on? Teasing random guys in the yard, hoping maybe it will compensate for your tiny dick?” Nico replied with a grin.

“My dick is not small, thank you very much.” Luke boasted, louder than necessary. 

 “Are you hitting on me? Man, I’m sorry, but assholes really aren’t my type.” The raven haired boy quickly replied. Luke’s reaction was instant. He threw himself at Nico, who quickly stepped away, leading Luke to eat dirt. 

“I get that you feel like you have something to prove Luke, but I am really not in the mood for it. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Leave me alone.” Nico walked off and Hazel just stood and watched in astonishment for a moment before laughing and following her brother. Will himself had to suppress a giggle. No one ever stood up to Luke, and honestly this was about time. 

Luke got up and wiped himself off, before muttering a quiet ‘faggot’ under his breath. Any joy Will had felt drained out of him at the comment. He reached out a hand to Will, but he didn’t take it. Instead he walked right into the school, ignoring his friends. He had always suspected that Luke had some homophobic traits, and had therefore never technically come out to him, but hearing him openly say a slur? That was different. He needed to think. Or maybe not to think. The music room it was.

He had been getting lost in the music for what felt like seconds, when his phone vibrated. It was a text from Leo.

Leo

dude

what the hell

luke needed us

Will

Did you not hear him?

Leo

we already know he sucks at roasting people

what's the problem

Will

He called Nico a faggot

Leo

no

legit no

luke can be a bit of an ass but hes not like homophobic

Will

Isn't he though?

Leo

Idk

what do u want me 2 do

Will

I don't think i can spend any more time with him

Leo

oh

well

okay

let me think

Will wasn’t the type of guy to skip class, but he didn’t feel like he had a choice today. He wouldn’t be able to face his friends, and what if he ran into Nico, and he hated him now? Will wasn’t sure what to do, so he just left the music room and exited the school. His brother Lee had called a few times, probably wanted to chat about whatever girl he was obsessed with this week, and usually Will wouldn't mind, but today? He was just not feeling up to it.

Will strolled the streets for hours, just walking and thinking, thinking and walking. He wasn't even listening to music. His mind wandered from the interaction in the park (should he have said anything? Done something differently?) to the topic of his own sexuality.

He had known he was bi since he even knew liking boys too was an option. He’d dated girls, and it was fun, but between relationships? Guys were just as interesting as girls. 

He’d never actually dated a guy. He had kissed a guy once, a huge mistake when he was 13 and confused, and that guy had just been right there. He hadn’t liked it, had pushed Will away and never spoken to him again. Will was lucky that the guy had never told anyone, he had been able to cowardly stay in the closet at school.

At home was a different deal. Back when his dad was still alive Will had told his parents, and luckily both were supportive. His dad went on a long dialogue about how he was queer too, but never labeled. Apparently he’d been with both guys and girls in the past, and based on Naomi’s reaction, this was something she’d known about, and honestly didn’t care about. He loved her, that was all that mattered. 

On Will’s 14th birthday his parents had gifted him a pride flag. He never hung it up, but he kept it stored away in the wooden box under his bed, along with other reminders of his father. 

They had always heard stories about families who lost fathers or brothers in the military, but no one was prepared for it to be him. He was kind, and caring. He never minded Naomi’s bipolar disorder, and he had always done what he could to help. Will knew that his mom never thought she deserved him, but Will disagreed. They were perfect for each other, bringing out each other's best sides. He took care of her through depressions and manias. She made his face light up in a way that almost burned. Will had often been compared to the sun, but he was just the moon, reflecting his fathers sunlight. 

That’s probably what had hurt the most when he had passed. Have you ever read about what would happen if the sun stopped shining? Everything would go cold, ecosystems would collapse, Human civilization would struggle to survive, and eventually earth would be inhabitable. That's what it felt like when he died.

The family had lost everything. Naomi had fallen into the deepest depths of depression, and Will had to become the adult in the house, taking care of all of his siblings, as well as his mother. 

Eventually he realized how exhausted he was. He had been walking aimlessly for hours, and he really needed to sit down and have something to eat and drink. The bell above the door rang as he walked into the nearest store. Somewhere from behind the register he heard a muffled ‘coming!’, and Will froze as he recognized the voice.

Nico di Angelo came to the register carrying a mountain of chips, which he dropped on the nearest empty-ish surface. He looked up to see a frozen Will, and his customer service smile didn’t falter.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” Will just stared, before gathering himself and managing to get out an answer.

“I- ehm, I’m sorry about Luke,” Nico raised an eyebrow and replied with an ‘okay’. “I should’ve said something”

“Yeah, you should’ve, but I don’t blame you. The dude looks like he could beat us both to a pulp without breaking a sweat.” Nico shyly smiled, and Will smiled right back at him.

“Speak for yourself, I’m super strong.” He playfully flexed his muscles and cringed at himself. Since when could he not flirt?

The boys broke out into a laughing fit, and their conversation continued for almost an hour before Will headed off, but not before giving Nico his number. When he got home he immediately checked his phone, finding a couple of texts from Leo, which he chose to ignore, and a text from an unknown number, obviously from Nico.

Nico

Ghostboy here!

It was nice seeing you

You aren’t as much of an ass as I assumed

Will

Yeah, yeah whatever

You’re cool too

Nico

I’ve been meaning to ask

You said you know everyone

Will

Yes!

It’s one of my hidden talents

Nico

What's Percy’s deal

Like, do you know if he’s single?

I was going to ask Hazel but it felt weird

Will’s heart sank. This was just his luck. He finds an amazing guy, who turns out to be queer, but he’s interested in someone else. Fuck. He was just going to have to repress his feelings as much as he could, and forget all about his silly little crush on the new italian guy.

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 11

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"you're the shower of light I devour any day of the week,"

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I was dying. nobody told me how hard recovery would be. I stared at the ceiling, clenching my fists so hard I could feel the blood begin to form under my finger nails. the temptation wasn't there. I had nothing. all I wanted to do was sleep, but my mind wouldn't allow me to do that. I wanted to breathe. sleep. it felt like I was being held under water, but how can you be breathing without the water filling your lungs and drowning? I choked back tears and picked up my phone.

'sal? r u up?' I stared at my phone, praying he was. *ding.*

'yea r u ok ml?'

I took a deep breath.

'no'

'can we sneak out nd go somewhere?'

'yea sure my dad just left 4 work'

'nightshift'

'yeah I assumed it w as night shift otherwise y would ur dad be working rn.'

'yea yea meet me at the elevator ;)'

I slipped on a hoodie and slides. I snuck out the front door, not like anyone could hear me over my dad's snoring. sal was leaning against the wall facing away from me.

"Hi Sally." I smiled whenever he hugged me.

"Hey, what's going on?"

I wiped my hand on my leg, I didn't want to tell him about how badly I wanted to relapse. "I'm just having a rough night. did you have a nightmare?"

he nodded. the elevator descended to the first floor. "oh shit, I didn't know it was raining." I muttered.

"it's just a few drops. we should be fine." he replied, wiping a few droplets off of his prosthetic cheek.

he was far from right. the rain began pouring down. it slapped against the pavement, turning it a muddy, darker shade of grey. thunder danced around the ski like ballerinas. I smiled to myself, what a silly reference.

"we need to get out of the rain." I mentioned, thunder crashing after I said so. "scary." I smirked.

I pulled my shirt up to cover my head as we ran for the tunnel near school. sal slipped frequently, almost falling. as we ran through the rain, I felt more alive than I had in months. the way my feet slapped against the soaked concrete made me giggle.

"fuck this!" I cackled as I slipped off my shoes. I ran faster barefoot. small rocks jabbed my feet, making me wince but I didn't care.

"y/n, oh my god!" sal was hysterical.

"what?! come on, it's better this way! you're too tense!"

whenever we finally made it to the tunnel, sal and I collapsed. we were breathing heavily as we watched the occasional car drive by.

"Hey, we sound just like when we were having se-"

"y/n!" sal cut me off.

"just saying!" I teased. I jumped up and walked to the middle of the street. I laid in the middle in a starfish position.

"y/n, there are cars, you know!" sals words echoed through the tunnel.

"so?"

"they can't see you." sal moved to stand in front of me.

"so you wanna get hit by a car?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I'd rather get hit by a car than see you get hit."

"sal you're fucking wack." I replied as he sat down next to me. I watched the rain slowly drip out of his bright blue hair. I'm sure he was uncomfortable under his prosthetic.

"y/n! car!" sal yelled. I jumped up and looked behind me to see an empty street.

"you're such a dick!" I giggled pushing his arm.

"you know you love me." I could hear the smirk in his voice. "I was just testing your reflexes!"

"right." I stood up fully and looked down at him. I placed a kiss on his prosthetic lips.

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"grandma, this is my best friend sal. I told you about him!"

"hello, dear sal. I'm so glad you can stay with us this week! I'm sure you and Y/n will have a great time."

and we did.

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day 1-

dear diary,

today me and sal played in the backyard. I got stung by a stupid bee! sal was there for me, though. grandma fell asleep early. we made our own dinner. me and sal make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I'm worried about grandma, but I don't want to worry sal. he's asleep, anyway. I think grandma's on sleeping pills again. I remember what happened last time. mommy's going to get angry again. I don't want another fight. especially in front of sal. it's a secret between me and you, okay diary?

day 2-

dear diary,

Grandma said me and sal can't go outside today period she said it was dangerous period she said there's bad people outside period me and sal didn't question. We watched her close all the blinds and sit on the couch holding a  kitchen knife. Me and sal locked ourselves in the guest bedroom. We hid under the blankets and made up stories to tell each other. Grandma called us out and told us dinner was ready. I didn't eat.

day 3-

Mommy is coming to get us today. Grandma took us outside. She said she wanted to beat the demons out of her rug. I think she's been taking too many pills. When mom came, grandma and her fought. Mom knocked grandma to the ground trying to get the pills from her. Me and sal hid downstairs. We held each other til we knew it was over. I told him I was so sorry.

[toastythetoasterrr]

Today's victim is.. everyone's favorite traumatized hero,

Kino Estere!

In front of the general public, he puts on this brave, carefree front, pretending he isn't paranoid as hell and on the verge of tears at any given moment

but yeah, he is UNWELL. long-lasting family curse that makes the person with the curse bleed more, unable to recover from wounds properly (basically all of em scar) and die young??? bucko lives with a sense of doom hanging over his head he'd feel weird without at this point

he had an ordinary childhood up until his 6th birthday, when his parents were like, "HEY, kino, we have a surprise 4 u," and then they told him he was never gonna hit thirty and died

his older sister, now his only surviving family member, chucked him at an orphanage and said to put him in the family home once he was old enough

like a year later this girl accidentally threw a ball at kinos window and was like "sorry also u look like you haven't seen the sun in months wanna hang out with me and my friend" and he didn't say ok she just thought he nodded and dragged him outside to her friend who was a fish

and Friendship :)

until kino decided to take up sword fighting and oh no monster

Shizu Da Fish is died.... Kino is trauma again... Tetra didn't see it because she was told to go get help

Time skip to when Kino's starting to Hero

Fnaf.. Kino... Fnaf Kino... Omg

Anyways, another skip.. he's famous now bc he does a really good job at saving and helping people yahoo

It's Shizu again she lived and she's wackus bonkus now and trying to kill kino so he's like "girl I was 13 what did you expect me to do?? suddenly have the skill and experiences of a 30 year old hero who's been fighting since they were 2??" and now she's really died because Self Defense.

Oh no he got seen... he tried to be like "pls don't tell it was self defense she was ranting about wanting me dead very graphically and then lunged at me with a knife" but Mr Worldwide Won't Believe A Word This Guy Says doesn't believe him and then falls down the stairs to kinos family tomb crypt basement thing and dies so kinos like "FUCK I DID THAT AAAGH" and hides the bodies and only tells tetra the shizu part of the story

Kino is really good at faking things.

and he goes to the store one day and finds this fellow who's being accused of theft and when the shopkeeper reveals there is ZERO evidence the fellow did it kino calls him an idiot, grabs the fellow, and skips away

He gets talking about his hero days and suddenly he has an apprentice

Insert Training Montage

Kino remembers he only has food for one guy so he goes to get his apprentice Gabriel a sword and food that isn't fancy cereal, a loaf of bread, fish shaped candy, sandwich toppings, and a box of assorted berries when..

ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT?!?!?!?!!!!

Kino gets 2 arrows to the shoulder and knee each, an arrow to his mid-arm, a nasty knife wound to his left eye, blinding it?!?@?@?@ and also to his right arm and also gets one of his earrings ripped out.

Ouch!

he skedaddles and falls into a cave real hard also probably breaking a rib or two (he doesn't know, he just knows it hurts to breathe deeply)

he deals with his wounds using Ripped Up Shirt and then cries for a bit

and then he decides to use the old broken mask and magic hoodie he found in the cave to resort to crime

and he eventually has a mental breakdown because isolation (he isn't talking to people. only steal.) and also being haunted by his past in a damp cave

He's really flippin scared in there someone give him. a very gentle hug because he is also in physical pain

And erm... That's all for now

[cherienymphe]

hey girlie, i'm in a situation so i would like to hear your opinion on this, it's also kind if chaotic so beware😭

so 2 days ago the town festivities started n i went with my brother and 2 of his friends, one is a girl and the other is a guy (he's 40, she's 32, I'm 24).

so i noticed the guy paid a lot of attention to the other girl and they were talking a lot and wasn't really paying attention to me. i started talking to another guy that was really nice and closer to my age and we were hitting it off and then my brothers friend got annoyed and told us he wanted to go somewhere else and it was really fast so i couldn't get the guy i was talking ig or anything.

fast forward we left to another place and then the guy started talking to me too, i thought he was super handsome and i was the one who had the idea to invite him. so i started flirting and he flirted back and then we made out. but the other girl got super annoyed and wanted to leave and said she didn't want to be in this situation(which the situation was 2 of her "friends" making out, like i don't think it was that serious or bad? and she met him like 2 hours ago)

she ended up leaving and i told her i didn't want her to go alone and that i would go with her but she didn't want to and i was rlly drunk and having fun tbh (the walk to her house was like 5 min)

the guy and i kept making out for hours and it was fun but the friend that left kept calling like every 10 minutes to tell me that i should go back she told my whole family that i had made out w him and lied and said that my family was mad at me but when i got back they weren't and they were actually glad that i was having fun cause i never really do stuff like this.

she told me that the guy had been flirting w her and that he only got w me cause she did not want him. she also said that the guy had a gf which i didn't know at all so i asked him and he said he was in an open relationship, but I'm not sure cus u know guys lie abt that a lot lol. he said he liked me but didn't want to talk to me out of respect to my brother which i found kind of weird cause we ended up making out in the end, he also said he respected me cause he has known me since i was little and that he didn't flirt with the girl he was just making small talk but im not really sure if i should believe that.

and then the next day the girl told me that she didn't want to make out with him and that she didn't like him at all and that she was cool with it, but then she also told me that she was looking for a roommate and that she was going to ask him?lol😭

i left town cause i don't live there and i was only visiting for the parties and the guy texted me and said he liked me and that he wanted to see me again, he said he was going out today too and he wished i was there and i told him that i wished i would've known that i'd meet him n would have stayed longer and he left me on seen and it's been like 8 hours lol.

tbh i don't really care if he has a gf as long as he's being real about being in an open relationship because i don't think our personalities match enough to be in a relationship, like i just wanna fucc n have fun lol cause he is handsome as hell, like the hottest guy i've ever been with. but i wouldn't like if he ended up hooking up w that girl cause i know she's saying she didn't like him but I'm getting the vibe she did, they live in the same town and i live in another one 4 hours away, so they could be hooking up rn at this moment as far as i know lol.

what do you think? should i just ignore this guy n find another or just wait and see if anything happens?

To answer your question I think you should drop him.

To be more specific on my thoughts, I do think he was into you the whole time because he clearly was bothered by you bonding with another guy buuuuut he should've made that clear. Him lowkey excluding you in the beginning tells me he either was trying to make you jealous or was just being a bit of a dick who maybe was trying to play both fields. Either way, both are red flags to me. As well as him saying he wants to respect your brother but also proceeding to do said thing that he feels is disrespectful to your brother. He seems all over the place and like a headache.

I personally take people as face value so if he says he's in an open relationship I wouldn't doubt that but with that being said, him and girl 2 seem messy and complicated I'm sorry. Her being in your business like that and telling your family your personal matters (because for why and why would they care) is weird af. I don't understand how that's any of her business and then she's talking about becoming roommates with him? Both of them are too old for these antics and speaking of old...

Girl he's 16 years older than you and knew you since you were little? So he was definitely an adult when you were a literal child and around him??? Seriously???? That's not concerning to you at all???

He's 40 and weird and a huge walking red flag like all of this just gave me a headache

[mchlgayser]

Please can we have a Mo Salah/Marco Asensio fic? Reader had a one night stand with Marco back in 2019 but only them two know and she’s now seeing Mo and the relationship is so pure but he sees the DMs Marco has sent since (she’s not interested anymore) and even though he trusts her, Mo gets jealous and takes his frustrations out on Marco in the LIV/RMA match. thank you

PRESENT TIME: : mohamed salah x female!reader

author's note: hello dear! I will do as you ask but I'm afraid I can't do the 'one-night stand' part with Marco and instead I'll change it to past relationship with each other. This is due to Mo's religion as a muslim. I'm sorry if this upset but I'll try my best to fulfill the other parts. This fiction is so out of the reality, like some I just add as to what I like it might not happened in rl too but anw thank u xx

contents warning: a fight almost broke off at the field

'Love you can hit the shower now, it's free!' Your husband said, going through his drawer to find clothes and some sort, you hum putting the phone back on the table and walk away-- But you stopped double checking to make sure that it was locked before you left to shower.

Salah stopped his movement the moment you lock the bathroom door and went through your phone, it was locked and the face is denied his so he calls for your three-year-old daughter, Habiba

'Can you come here for a moment darling?' She steps in and he put the phone right on her face and the phone unlocked 'Thank, now go back and watch your cartoon show..' He scrolls through your phone hoping he could find something, anything but to no avail he finds none.

Not until a notification popped on the screen and he saw @marcoasensio10 has sent you a message.

He clicks on it and it loads on an Instagram message, it was just one text from you but partially Marco.

He scroll further up until he can't, it started with;

@marcoasensio10: hey, it's me Marco. (16 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: can we talk?? Please.... (17 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: I miss the time when we used to date (27 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: I heard you got married.. Congrats! (28 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: How're you now? Good? Can I say that I still miss you?? (3 Oct 2020

And now there's finally one from you

@yourusername: I'm not interested Marco, I got a husband now, a married woman. You should stop messaging me like this. It's not appropriate. Please stop texting me or I'm blocking you (4 Oct 2020)

@marcoasensio10: Just checking up I guess? Well then see you (4 Oct 2020)

Time jumps to this year and he suddenly texting you again.

@marcoasensio10: I miss you y/n, dearly. Come back to me so we can fix our problem (Today at 08:34)

Salah was annoyed, not at you obviously, he trusted you with all his soul and heart and based on the text you haven't paid attention much to him either but he can't ignore the fact that he's jealous, jealous of the fact that somebody is loving his wife right now, his haven. He was frustrated with the fact that a guy of your past hadn't gotten past you.

When he heard the shower tap closing, he rapidly wears his clothes and locked the phone pretending like he wants to get out of the room by the time you got out 'Where are you heading to? You questioned, towel on top of your head as you dried it clean 'Just checking up on Habiba..' He mentioned sending a wink your way and left.

He was thinking of a plan, a plan to get revenge that won't seem to prominent in your eyes at the public's. He then remembered about his upcoming match against Real Madrid.

-

Today is the match, Mo had invited you over to see him play, you agreed seeing nothing's wrong with it and leave with your daughter, Habiba to the stadium.

You are now sitting on the v.i.p benchers, waiting for the game to start as fans continue cheering for both sides, you smile at Habiba as her hands got ahold of the rail, 'Are you excited baby?' She nods jumping up and down

'Papa!' She squealed pointing to the big screen, you look up seeing the camera are now focusing on him but it immediately switched to his other teammates, Habiba sulk pointing to the screen once again 'Papa!' She yelled, and you chuckle at her sulky demeanor 'There! There's papa Biba!' You exclaimed pointing down to the field and she screeched seeing her father.

-

The first half ended with Real Madrid leading 1-0, you had started to grew anxious buy it was the opposite for Habiba, she was happily playing with her tablet. You could see that Mo was down but it's not the only thing that caught you, it's including Marco waving over at you with a smile right in front of your husband.

You looked away from him looking down on Habiba and pretending like you catching up on her instead, Mo on the other hand could not take any longer. He push Marco hard he almost stumbles, Mo started going at him yelling words you could not make out, you was worried, so worried for your husband as players from both teams now started to separated the two apart.

It was then Mo got two yellow card with one red card for starting a fight, you was shocked picking up Habiba out of instinct and ran inside the locker room where players assemble.

You immediately spotted your husband running towards his direction and gave him a tight reassuring hug. 'It's okay.'

'It's not okay, he was picking on you. Don't say that it was okay.' He admitted, hands running through your head with a heavy sigh 'You knew?' He hums hugging you even tighter 'But I'm not mad at you, he was wrong for what he did. I'm okay now, I put him in his place.'

'What place?' A small voice cooed, you both look down seeing Habiba looking up to both of you with big doe eyed, you share a look between Mo and her before you let a small laugh 'Nothing babe!'

Mo continued watching the game with you inside the locker room and left shortly after the game ended, all said was 'I'm already excited to leave and spend time with you and Biba.'

author's note II: icl, I'm not happy with the result, it was shitty, is all I can speak up but at least I get to update 💀💀 but I think I did my best tbh, hope you can feel the same anon and readers <3 xx

[gontagokuhara]

Also I was thinking about that one ask someone made in like 2019 when you said nagito had a shitlist that makoto and byakuya were on bc they're gay people he doesn't respect and I was like WHYYY im literally so used to nagito being up makoto's arse in both canon/fanon it was surprising!!! Also peep the nagito with hooves reference to Mr brunner in that post

Like since I went through the old asks earlier today idk if you were serious about it but nagito with hooves is quite literally just Mr tumnus and I kept laughing at the imagery while I was at work Ngl I was procrastinating on the 4 quizzes and 1 test I have tomorrow by reading some of the old pointy objects asks 💀

okay last thing I just wanna say I can't remember who named gonta but to me it was so unhinged and random so it was probably nagito wasn't it LMFAO also the idea of baby baby gonta literally makes me want to cry please keep doing him right in this fic PLEASE😭 okay that's it BYEE

Okay I just wanna say idk what rantaro looks like when his power is activated but I cannot imagine anything other than a That's So Raven mid-sentence freeze where he looks like the "Monday left me broken" cat. Just like "yeah so anyway I was—👁👁...." and shuichi has just,,,, never questioned it LMFAOO

hiiiiii <3 when i saw this last night i ALSO went deep in the pointy objects tag to find the asks ur referencing but also a littol trip down memory lane ahead of getting started writing. we all know the drill by now all of my ramblings are below the cut <3

first of all (because u sent this one first) ur very right about shuuichi being a little bit of a bozo wrt: noticing rantarou's having a Precog Moment. he's (rantarou) has grown pretty used to getting hit with brief flashes of the future, so he's pretty good at maintaining a poker face when he's struck by one. we see it the sliiiightest bit way back in ch1 while rantarou is driving, and in the middle of speaking he is hit with a vision — it's not something he elaborates on but he does see more or less what ends up happening once the monsters rush the car. naturally makoto and byakuya are good at sussing out when he's having one — and as a very heavy aside, it was a vision of him and shuuichi as best buddies his first day of school that had him pursuing the friendship so ardently, and ultimately got them where they are now. brothers <3

and yes back to those asks!!! they are up to like.....jesus christ late-2019 was over 4 years ago at this point so THEREfore so are the asks. that said, in reading over them all again i don't think there's anything i said way back when that doesn't hold at least slightly true currently (with one exception, being the mystery poly relationship ending, and that's more to do with issues i foresee in incorporating it into the fic itself in a way that makes sense). the ones about nagito though? DEFINITELY still bang all this time later

which leads me into: your questions! there is definitely a level of respect nagito allows towards makoto (byakuya....not So much LOL) but when you know a guy for thousands and thousands and thousands of years.....and he marries the obnoxious rich guy in what is so *obviously* a downgrade for a big five god like himself (not unlike how nagito at least somewhat views hajime as having somewhat "settled" for nagito; i could go on and on about the inner machinations of po!nagito i love that stupid fuck for how comparatively little he's on-screen)...............nagito is a little disappointed. even all this time later. he is not byakuya's biggest fan LMFAO

tbh so much of my early answers on nagito (aside from how he was actually Present the first few chapters, so it made sense) stem directly from the fact he (+ shuuichi) are the direct inspiration for pointy objects as a whole. specifically this video, which i credit ch1 as being the catalyst for pointy objects becoming.......well almost 200k and counting. shuuichi as percy's counterpart and nagito as dionysus the unpaid, eternally cursed camp counselor (with hajime as mr brunner, thankfully hoofless) was the starting point for pointy objects FOR sure, and it's just expanded quite a lot past that over all this time. that video jumpstarted the idea in my sister (who handed it over to me pretty much from the get-go), and the pjo musical is what i loosely structured the lore/plot around, but i think the observations i've heard from readers that pointy objects does well at expanding well past the boundaries of the source material hold true! if you do happen to take a peek at the linked video, though: pretty much the whole of ch2 was very heavily inspired by the song which i think is obvious on reread. that sprite edit started it all fr thank you youtube user evie

and yes: it was nagito who found and subsequently named gonta! 8 years and counting of gonta being camp's designated favorite by literally everybody (nagito) (hajime) (most of the campers) (the mioda triplets) (me, connorlizabeth bazwrites). as is probably obvious [gestures at my entire tumblr] i am gontas #1 ride or die, he's my pride and joy, and i will definitely continue having fun with po!gonta TRUST <3 in the spirit of not saying too much ill leave it at.........gonta enjoyers. we are going to eat good.