#i dont want him to hurt me because i know he could

[jjscrybaby]

just found your account and i love your writing! would you make an imagine where bff jj and bff reader are obsessed with eachother and the’re both confident and always flirts with each other and its so obvious the’re in love with each other. dont really have a plot in mind i just really love the trope and dynamic you know

bsf!jj maybank x fem!reader | hurt & comfort | (slight angst, don’t want to spoil it so no more warnings!!!)

thankyou angel!!! hope this is okay, i strayed a bit from the request but this came to mind :)

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The dynamic between you and JJ was confusing, not just for the two of you but for everyone that ever came across you. Your friends had gotten used to the flirting, the touching and the goo-goo eyes you’d give each other across the room. Your classmates didn’t understand what you were to each other, you’d say you were best friends but then you’d be sat in his lap with him kissing your neck for the majority of a kegger.

“Why don’t you just admit it?” You had the same conversation at least once a week. Sarah was adamant that you had feelings for the blonde, she also had a bet going with John B that you’d be the first to confess.

“Because that would be lying,” you replied with a smirk, you were teasing her and she knew it.

“No it wouldn’t!” Sarah exclaimed, watching as you snorted into your drink. She glared at you. You may be amused, but she’s far from it.

“Look, I know you love the idea of me and JJ getting married, having babies and being in love but it’s just not gonna happen,” you explained with a shrug.

She huffed, taking a sip from her glass of wine. You figured she’d be pouting for the next hour, so you were surprised when you saw a small smirk play on her lips. You raised an eyebrow at her, tilting your head to the side as you waited for her to say what she was thinking.

“What’s the look about, Cameron?” You asked after she’d been silent for too long.

“I was just thinking,” she said, now grinning from ear to ear as if she’d had an epiphany. “If you don’t like JJ, then you wouldn’t mind him going on a date. Right?”

“JJ doesn’t date,” you responded quickly. It wasn’t an excuse, really it wasn’t. JJ isn’t a commitment kind of guy, his longest relationship is with the milk in his fridge.

“Trust me, he’ll want to date this girl. She came to the shop the other day and he was pretty much drooling,” Sarah stated. It was an exaggeration, but you didn’t need to know that. Not if her plan was going to work.

“And you know her?” You questioned, brows furrowing. You took a long sip of your wine, the thought of JJ drooling over a girl made your stomach turn.

Sarah nodded her head. “We went to school together.”

“She’s a Kook?” You laughed, all anxiety leaving your body. “Yeah, okay, good luck with that Sare.”

“Are you saying you’re okay with it?” Sarah asked.

“It’s non of my business who or what JJ dates. I’m not his girlfriend,” you responded. You didn’t need to worry. He wouldn’t say yes, not to a date with a Kook; maybe not to a date with anyone.

“Great,” Sarah shrugged, smiling smugly at you.

JJ and John B didn’t come back in from the shop until after the sun had set, you assumed they’d closed up a couple hours ago and ended up smoking a joint together so they didn’t have to share with everyone.

You and Sarah were laid on the couch, watching a movie. John B walked in first, a goody grin on his face at the sight of his wife. “Hello, ladies.”

“Good shift?” Sarah asked, leaning up so he could press a peck to his lips.

For a split second you felt lonely, before JJ came bouncing into the room and jumped on top of you. You groaned, shoving at his waist. “Ouch, J!”

“Missed ya,” he grinned, pressing dramatic kisses all over your face. You could feel Sarah’s gaze on you, you had to fight the urge to turn around and punch her.

“JJ, I’ve got you a date for Saturday night,” Sarah stated. She’d texted the girl, Chloe, earlier. You’d pretended not to care when Chloe had responded and said yes.

“Huh?” You could feel him freeze above you, eyes narrowing at her.

“A date, never heard of one?” She teased. “It’s with the girl that came into the shop the other day, Chloe? I already asked her and she said yes so unless you can come up with a valid reason not to go then you’re going.”

A valid reason. There was a very big one right underneath him, but he couldn’t say that. He racked his brain, but nothing came to mind. “Uh, alright, I guess. But you can’t be mad at me if I never call her again.”

“I can and I will. But, I don’t think that’ll be an issue. You guys are quite similar, she loves surfing, smokes a shit ton of weed and she’s hot. What else could you want?” Sarah asked.

“So you think I’m hot?” JJ joked, making John B reach over and punch him in the bicep. He groaned, letting out a laugh. “Sorry, sorry. I guess she sounds alright. What d’you think?”

You looked up, he was staring right at you. His head was tilted. He was asking for your permission. That’s not what best friend’s are supposed to do. Best friend’s don’t ask for permission to date other people, and they definitely don’t feel physically sick just at the idea of it.

“Sounds fun,” you murmured, giving him a fake smile.

He nodded slowly, as if he didn’t fully believe you. “I guess I’m going on a date then.”

“Guess you are.”

———

Saturday night came around far too quickly for your liking. All week, ever since JJ had agreed to go on this date, it’s all you could think about. You’d laid awake staring at the ceiling wondering what your relationship would be like if he had a girlfriend. During your shift together on Wednesday, you watched as he texted back and forth with someone; you assumed Chloe. Was he really that excited about this date he had to text her?

He didn’t mention it, not until he came into your room and asked for your help on picking a shirt. You picked the uglier one, but he still managed to look perfect.

“How do I look?” He asked, giving you a smirk as he pulled the collar down.

“Like a new man,” you teased, but your tone wasn’t as energetic as usual. You felt like shit, you shouldn’t be praying on your best friend’s downfall, you should be happy for him. But you can’t bring yourself to find this good.

“Well, gotta look good to impress a Kook,” he shrugged.

If this date was with you, you wouldn’t care what he wore. He could dress in a bin-bag and you’d still find him gorgeous. Over the last week you’ve come to the horrible realisation that maybe Sarah’s right. Maybe you do have feelings for JJ.

“You alright?” He asked softly, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“You sure?” He didn’t look convinced, his hand rubbing your thigh gently. “Y’look upset. You want me to stay home? We can watch a movie or somethin��.”

“What? No, JJ, I’m fine, don’t be silly,” you laughed him off.

“It’s not silly if you need me,” he argued, other hand moving to stroke your hair. “You’d tell me if there was something wrong, right?”

You nodded your head, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Go on, you’re gonna be late.”

“Will you text me if you need me?” He murmured, looking unsure. There was something going on in his head, but you weren’t sure you wanted to know what it was.

“Yeah, Jayj,” you reassured softly. “Have a good time, okay?”

“I will,” he smiled, kissing your temple. “See you later, sweetheart.”

You spent ten minutes moping in your bedroom before Sarah was storming in. “Are you going to admit it yet? Or are you going to sit in here all night crying?”

“I’m not crying,” you argued, glaring at her. It wasn’t her fault, not really, but you needed someone to be mad at and she was in the closest vicinity.

“You like him.” It wasn’t a question this time, it was a statement, and you didn’t deny it. “Get dressed, we’re gonna go get drunk.”

“What?” You sighed.

“You heard me. Put on something cute, put on a smile and get ready to get plastered. I’m sorry I set him up, and the way I’ll apologise is by getting you out of this funk,” Sarah ordered.

There was no use arguing with Sarah Cameron, you’d learnt that a long time ago. So, you forced yourself out of bed and put on a dress. John B didn’t say much when he drove the two of you to a sea-food restaurant on the pier, he just gave you a smile as you got out the Twinkie.

She lead you inside, it only took a few seconds for you to spot him. He was staring right at you, a gentle smile on his face. The most shocking part? There was no girl sat opposite him.

“What’s going on?” You asked, turning to look at Sarah.

“Have a good date,” she murmured, kissing your cheek before turning around and heading back out the door.

“Wha— Sarah!” You tried calling after her, you were sure you could hear her giggling.

JJ slowly stood up and walked towards you, stopping only a few inches away. He was grinning, you were utterly confused. “What the fuck is going on? Where’s Chloe?”

“Sarah never texted Chloe,” he said softly. “You think she’s a damn idiot? As if I’d ever go on a date with anyone but you.”

“I’m so confused right now,” you huffed. “You lied to me!”

There were people starting to stare at the two of you. JJ took your waist and lead you outside, giving the pair of you some privacy. “I wasn’t lying… At first. I thought she really did set me up, and I said yeah to be polite. I was gonna pretend to be sick or somethin’.”

“And then?”

“When you went to bed, she told me the real plan. I go on a ‘date’, she gets you here and we surprise you. I nearly blew it all off earlier, you looked upset and I never want to be the reason you’re upset,” JJ explained, letting out a sigh.

“What about all the texting? When we were on shift, you were constantly smiling at your phone,” you accused.

He smiled sheepishly, looking at the ground. “Sarah and John B were pretty excited about all this, they made a groupchat. My phones been blowing up all week.”

“What’s it called?” You murmured.

“Operation lovebirds,” he stated, making you giggle quietly.

“That’s stupid.”

“Yep.”

It was silent for a moment, him looking at you and you looking around as if someone was going to jump out with a camera and yell gotcha! You just had one more question, but it was probably the most important.

“Why are we on a date, JJ?” You asked quietly, finally making eye contact with him. “Why did you set all this up? Why do you have a groupchat?”

He gulped, letting out a deep breath. His arms wrapped around your waist, forehead leaning against yours. “Because I love you.” You were sort of expecting that, but your heart still fluttered in your chest. “And not as a best friend, I’ve been in love with you since you gave me your teddy bear ‘cause I told you I didn’t have any.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, but a smile made its way onto your face. “I love you.”

“I know.” Tears ran down your face. The one thing JJ had never been sure of was that people cared about him, but with you he didn’t have to think twice. He wiped your tears, letting out a soft laugh. “Don’t gotta cry about it.”

“Shut up or I’m going home,” you warned, he chucked again.

He leant down, lips brushing against yours before he pulled you into him and stole the first kiss. You gasped against his mouth, but within seconds you were melting into his embrace and the smell of marijuana and his cologne.

“Most people kiss after the date,” you murmured against his lips, his arms squeezing you tightly.

“Yeah, well, most people also don’t take twelve years to admit how they feel.”

[darlingdreadwrites]

Hi!! Can u make a hurt/comfort fluffy but ig also angsty eyeless jack and/or ticcy toby(separate) x gn reader who feels ignored/like people dont care to listen to them? Itd be a nice comfort fic! Its okay if not tyy💗💗

YES IM ALIVE AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!! i’ve never done something in this format before

pairing: Eyeless Jack x GN!Reader

contains: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 998

masterlist

a.n: remember to take care of yourself <3

@uhnanix

You want to ignore this feeling – no matter how much you tell yourself you’re overreacting. These were your friends, of course they care about what you have to say. But you can’t help but notice how they brush off your input or ignore it altogether. You were used to it. The way your words seem to dissolve before they reach anyone’s ears. They would nod, hum, pretend to listen, but their minds have already moved on. You can feel the heavy lump in your throat as Jeff talks over you once again, and you decide that you’ve had enough. You would just blink back your tears and stay silent, hoping someone would notice.

But, of course, they didn’t. Not even your boyfriend, it seemed. He is usually this quiet and withdrawn – why would he care? So, you figuratively take a step back, biting at the inside of your cheek and holding yourself back despite wanting to speak up so badly.

You don’t bother getting out of bed today, not when you know you’d basically be a ghost. That slow, insidious shadow of insecurity has won you over. Whoever you talk to, they’ll only lose interest the second you open your mouth. The slightest shift of their gaze to something else would certainly send you down a spiral. It was exhausting. You only want to save yourself from that disappointment, you tell yourself. It’s so cloudy in your mind that you don’t even notice the soft click of your door opening.

As you stare at the wall, the hollow ache in your chest tightens, Jack lingers in the doorway for a long moment.

“Feeling tired today?” he asks, the air shifting around him. His voice is low, with an unnatural smooth stillness to it. There’s curiosity laced between his words, he’s making sure there’s no demand for you to spill what you’ve been bottling up. You swallow, debating whether to answer at all or pretend to be asleep instead. What was the point?

“I guess,” you mutter, turning your face into your pillow.

Jack doesn’t move, weighing his options. Then, soundlessly, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. The room feels significantly smaller with him in it, but not in a suffocating way. You’re hit with the urge to tell him everything, but you’re not sure he’ll understand.

He doesn’t push or pry – instead, he sits beside you on the bed. You can feel the weight of him near you, and you slowly turn to lay on your back. For a while, the only sound in the room is the quiet hum of your own breath.

You sigh, rubbing at your tired eyes.

“I just… I feel like no one actually… listens,” you admit. His silent patience working to make you spill your words before you can stop them. “Like… I could disappear and no one would notice.”

The silence that follows is different from before, and you swear you saw him flinch. Jack doesn’t react immediately, but you feel the tension in him. His fingers twitch where they rest on his knee.

“I would notice,” he says in the same steady, deliberate tone.

Your breath hitches.

Jack isn’t one for unnecessary words. He never speaks just to fill space; never said things he didn’t mean. And now, as his voice settles and soothes you, you know with certainty that it is the truth.

He shifts slightly, his head tilting as he continues. “I hear you. Even when you don’t speak.”

You turn your head toward him, searching for something in the expressionless mask he always wears. The dark voids where his eyes should be give away nothing, but his voice holds a quiet sincerity that makes your vision blur.

“I listen,” he says, softer now. “Because you listen to me.”

Your voice cracks. “Jack—”

“I know I don’t always say things out loud,” he interrupts, as if anticipating your doubt. “But I notice everything. I notice you.”

You swallow the lump formed in your throat, the tears streaming down the sides of your face. No one had ever said that to you before – not like this.

“You don’t have to be loud for me to hear you.”

Something in you finished cracking at that, the exhaustion pressing against your ribs suddenly lifting. Jack’s presence has always been quiet, but now you realize that his silence isn’t indifferent. He existed in the background like you did, unnoticed by most, but never by you. You shut your eyes tight, letting out a shaky exhale.

Slowly, cautiously, his gloved hand moves over to your face. The rough texture of his thumb glides over your warm cheek to wipe your tears. Jack isn’t one for physical affection, but this silent reassurance moved you beyond words.

You swallow hard, then shift to lift the edge of your blanket.

Jack hesitates, then, without a word, he slides under the covers beside you. His body – steady and solid against you – runs cooler than yours, but you find the contrast comforting. You cuddle up to him, and he inclines his head to press it against yours.

A small giggle bubbles up while you finish wiping at your tears as you feel the smooth, cool material of his mask pressing against your cheek.

Jack tenses slightly at the sound. “What?”

You shake your head, smiling softly. “Nothing. Just… your mask.”

He lets out a low exhale, something close to a chuckle. You hesitate for only a moment before lifting your head, pressing a gentle kiss to the surface of the mask. It isn’t much – just a light brush of your lips against the material – but it is enough to make Jack go completely still beside you. He leans his mask closer to you, as if deepening the kiss, earning another soft laugh from you. Hie hand tightens ever so slightly around yours, and neither of you speak after that. There is no need. For the first time in a long time, you feel heard.

pairing: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

contains: angst (but not a lot i dont think), hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 834

The silence in the cabin presses against your ears, making you hyperaware of every creak in the floorboards. You had tried – again and again – to interject into conversations with the others, but each time, someone else spoke over you. It was a familiar feeling by now, one you are used to. It doesn’t make it hurt any less.

You had joked about it before, played it off like it didn’t bother you. “Guess I’m just too easy to talk over,” you laughed once, expecting nothing from it. But Toby had tilted his head at you and said, “If you-you really had s-s… something important to suh-say, you’d just say it louder.”

You hadn’t said anything, but what he said stung. It solidified all your fears and insecurities because it had come from your boyfriend, of all people. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, but that didn’t mean it didn’t echo in your mind every now and then. It would sit heavily in your chest even now, as you sit there, arms wrapped around yourself in the dim cabin light.

Toby seemed oblivious. He was busy fidgeting, his foot bouncing where he sat on the worn-out couch beside you. He was always talking, always moving. It’s easy to assume he doesn’t really pay attention to the details of things – especially not you.

Then came the final straw. You had finally worked up the nerve to say something, to try again. You had barely gotten the first few words out before Toby, not even realizing, barreled over your sentence with his own tangent. And that was it. You shut down.

Your shoulders slump, and you press your lips into a thin line. You stop trying – looking at the floor instead. Toby doesn’t notice at first, and he keeps talking like nothing happened. But something must have clicked. The way your face went black, the way you had been trying all night and now you weren’t saying anything at all.

Toby tilts his head at you, squinting. “Hey-hey, you’re doing that sad thing. Stop… that.”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.”

Toby goes still.

For anyone else, that wouldn’t mean much – but Toby was never still. The jittery, twitchy energy that hums under his skin suddenly settles, his dark eyes staying locked on your face. “Bullshit.”

You try to wave him off, but he grabs your wrist.

“C’mon,” he presses, his voice just a little softer. “Wuh-what’s wrong?”

You pause. Maybe it’s the way his usual chaotic energy had faded, or maybe it is the way he sounds like he cares – really cares.

You test him, letting the silence drag out. To your surprise, he doesn’t press, sensing that you are truly upset.

“I just... feel like no one listens to me,” you reveal, finally looking at him.

He’s still silent, waiting for you to continue. But years of keeping to yourself have constricted your throat, and all you want to do is cry instead. You quickly regret saying anything, your mind scrambling for any way you could turn this into a joke. But then, his mouth pulls into a frown.

“That’s stupid – of course, I listen to you.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Do you?”

His frown deepens. “Yeah, I… do. I mean… maybe I s-s-suck at showin’ it, but I do.”

His hands twitch against his thighs before he leans forward, eyes bright with something fierce.

“You always com-complain about wanting to p-…pick out something new when we go out to-to eat, but you never do. You act-act like you will, but you… you don’t. You hum when you’re ner-nervous. And-and that dumb joke you…made about elephants the other day? I stuh-still think about it. It was funny.”

You blink. “…What?”

His knee starts bouncing again, his neck twitching to the side for a moment.

“You think I… don’t hear you juh-just ‘cause I talk a lot? I hear everything.” His voice lowers to a more serious tone. “I hate being-being ignored. Hate it. And you—” His breath hitches, and he swallows before continuing. “You shuh-shouldn’t have to feel l-like that.”

The sincerity in his voice creates a warmth that spreads through your chest. Tears well up for a moment because of how seen you felt.

Toby watches you for a moment before launching himself across the couch. You barely have time to react before you’re tackled into a bone-crushing hug. He wraps his arms around you so tightly that it steals your breath. He peppers your face in loud, dramatic kisses as he rocks you back and forth.

“You’re s-so-so dumb,” he mutters into your shoulder, his words muffled. “Thinkin’ no one…listens to yuh-you. I listen. And if any-anyone else ever ignores you, I-I’ll cut their tongue o-off. No one ignores… my person.”

You let out a half-exasperated, startled laugh. “Toby.”

“Not jokin’.” He pulls back just enough to look at you, a grin tugging at his lips.

You lean forward, giving him a loud, dramatic kiss of your own.

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Out Of Her Depth - Chapter 4: F175

Out Of Her Depth: The Masterlist

Saoirse sat in the makeup chair, drumming her fingers against her thigh as a stylist curled a section of her hair. Across the room, Daniella was getting her final touch-ups, looking effortlessly poised as ever. She exhaled deeply, staring at her phone as the stylist finished curling the last section of her hair. The season launch was important, Sylvia had been on her back about it since she stepped foot in the factory, but right now, all she could think about was the number she’d been too nervous to text for a week. "You’re jittery." Daniella observed, tilting her head as the makeup artist applied some bronzer. "What’s up?"

Saoirse exhaled, gripping her phone. "Joe gave me his number last week, and I haven’t texted him." Daniella blinked. "You didn't text him? Like, Joe? Bengals quarterback? Super Bowl party Joe?"

"Yes." Saoirse muttered, staring at her reflection. Daniella smirked. "And why haven’t you texted him?" Saoirse huffed. "Because. It’s weird. Surely all athletes are the same, right?" Daniella let out a short laugh. "Joe isn't like Dennis, if that's what you mean." She said. "Okay then, what if he's like the footballer?"

"Saoirse-"

"Or the rugby player?"

"You're reading too much into it. He's actually really nice." Saoirse rolled her eyes. "He’s good-looking, I guess. But I haven’t really thought about him otherwise." Daniella chuckled knowingly. "Right. That’s why you’re so flustered over this." Saoirse shot her a glare. "He probably doesn’t even like me. We’d both had drinks that night, maybe it was just-"

"He followed you on Instagram " Daniella pointed out. Saoirse sighed. "I know!" Daniella laughed at how all over the place Sapirse was. "So what are you scared of?" She probed. "I don't know. I just dont think he likes me. He hasn’t even sent me a dm of instagram."

"Saoirse, can I say something? As your best friend?" Oh she knew whatever Daniella said was going to hurt. "I feel like you're going to tell me anyway." Saoirse smiled, but Daniella wasn't. She was about to be honest, regardless of if hurt her feelings. "The reason the footballer or the rugby player didn't work out is because they were your first relationships since coming out of that one with Dennis and you'd been with Dennis for a while. You literally grew up with a boyfriend and now you don't know how to get another one."

"No, I'm just used to the guy texting first."

"Exactly, a standard set by Dennis that every other guy has had to live up to since then. Joe is order than both of us. He's more mature and knows that both parties have to make an effort. He's not going to show interest if you don't." Daniella was right of course. Both of them were used to guys following them around like lost puppies, but Daniella changed her approach to dating after meeting Ja'Marr. She actually wanted someone for once and her usual tactic kept guys away, she designed it to do that, so when she decided she wanted to be with him, there was an evident shift in personality. "So, what's it gonna be?"

Meanwhile, in a quiet suburb of Ohio, Joe Burrow had woken up at the crack of dawn. It was the offseason, but that didn’t mean slacking off. He padded downstairs, finding his mom already up, a cup of coffee in hand.

"You’re up early." She remarked, raising an eyebrow. "Gotta stay in shape." Joe replied, stretching his arms over his head. "Figured I’d hit the gym before the day really starts." His mom smiled. "You want breakfast when you get back?" Joe grinned, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "How could I say no to that?"

He headed out, driving to his usual gym, slipping into his routine with ease. Music blasted through his headphones as he moved from one exercise to the next, sweat forming on his brow.

Midway through a set, his phone lit up. He glanced at it briefly but forced himself to finish his reps before checking. Once he did, his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

A European number.

Unknown number: Hey.

Joe blinked, towel-drying his face. A slow grin tugged at his lips.

Well, that was unexpected...

Saoirse tapped her foot anxiously as she and Daniella sat backstage, waiting for Aston Martin’s turn at the livery reveal. She glanced at her phone for what had to be the hundredth time. Still nothing. "It’s been nearly two hours." She muttered under her breath.

Daniella, checking herself in a mirror, barely looked up. "Time zones, genius. He’s probably just slept in."

"It is like a five or six hour time zone. He would be up by 2 in the afternoon, surely." Saoirse groaned, leaning her head back against the chair. "Or he saw it and decided I’m not worth replying to." Daniella shot her a look. "You do realize you sound dumb, right?"

Before Saoirse could argue, a crew member called for Daniella. She stood, smoothing out her Aston Martin uniform. "Try not to have a meltdown while I’m gone." She teased before heading toward the stage. Saoirse huffed but waved her off. But just as Daniella disappeared down the hall—

Her phone buzzed.

She nearly dropped it in her rush to check.

Joe: Who’s this?

Her heart stuttered. Was he serious? "Daniella! Come back!" She whisper shouted, but she was being mic'd up. She wasn't going to be able to hear anything other than what was transmitted through a microphone. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Say something. Anything! Quick!

Saoirse: It’s me.

Genius...

Joe: ???

Saoirse: Shit sorry yeah, its Saoirse. From the superbowl party??

A few seconds passed before his reply popped up.

Joe: Yeah, I know. I'm just playing with you

Saoirse rolled her eyes, but a small smile crept onto her lips.

Joe: How’s the season launch thing?

She blinked.

Saoirse: How do you know about that?

Joe: Ja'Marr. He went with Daniella.

Right. She had almost forgotten about that.

She was still typing when Lando dropped into the seat beside her with zero warning. "So, who's got you all giddy?" He asked, glancing at her phone. Saoirse quickly shoved it beside her, narrowing her eyes. "None of your business." Lando scoffed. "You’re so boring. I tell you everything about the girls I talk to." He added dramatically. Saoirse rolled her eyes. "It’s not about a boy." Lando grinned. "You’re such a bad liar."

"Oh shut up! You-"

"What's this about a boy?" She turned to see Charles Leclerc leaning against the table, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. "Oh, not you too." She groaned. Charles chuckled, sliding into the seat on her other side. "Come on, who is it?" Lando nodded eagerly. "Yeah, come on. We're not gonna tell anyone."

"No."

Charles tilted his head, Lando gasped dramatically. "It is someone we know!" Saoirse buried her face in her hands. "I hate both of you." Charles and Lando exchanged a look before leaning in closer. "Come on. Just tells us." Charles coaxed. "Yeah." Lando grinned. "We won’t judge you...too much." Saoirse lifted her head, narrowing her eyes at both of them. "I'm still not saying." Lando sighed, shaking his head. "You are no fun."

"Zero fun." Charles echoed.

Saoirse ignored them, grabbing her phone and finally sending her reply to Joe. Whatever happened next, she’d deal with it—without these two in her ear.

Joe pushed open the front door, still slightly sweaty from his workout, but his focus was entirely on his phone.

Saoirse: Do you always take this long to text back?

He smirked at Saoirse’s message, typing out a response as he stepped inside. His mom glanced up from where she stood in the kitchen. "Is Ja'Marr liking London?" She asked, making an educated guess about who had him so distracted. Joe, not looking up, nodded. "Yeah, he’s liking it."

As he toed off his sneakers, his dad walked by, peering at the screen over his shoulder. "Who’s… Seer-si?" His dad asked, completely butchering the pronunciation. Joe groaned, already knowing what was coming. His mom perked up immediately. "Who?"

Joe sighed, finally looking up. "No one." His mom raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Well, this no one has you texting the entire time you’ve been home." His dad smirked, folding his arms. "You gonna introduce us to Seer-si?" Joe dragged a hand down his face. "It’s Saoirse!"

[softestqueeen]

Hi! I was reading through 500 celebration prompts, first of all: congratulations 🥳🎊🎉you deserve it ! I dont know how comfortable you are with writing post prision spencer, but he is the only one I can think of when I read prompts 2 "It won't be easy you know... trying to love me." and 6 "I- I don't know who I am anymore. I'm scared." . Maybe like before he got arrested they were starting something and he feels that reader is going to give up on him bc of what he did on the inside, and it’s hurt/comfort, you could totally come up with something better. Feel free to ignore 🤍✨

a/n: thank you sm for your request! so, fun fact i stopped watching cm after hotch left (s12) because 1) obv hotch left and 2) i knew my bbg was going to go through it with his mom and prison and stuff and if i don't see it, it doesnt happen. periodt. but, i'm still a sucker for hurt/comfort, so here you go, enjoy <3 warnings: very incorrect mention of events during the prison arc (your girl has no idea), hurt/comfort, mention of prison, mention of murder pairing: post prison!spencer reid x gn!reader I 1175 words special prompts I special masterlist

You and Spencer had only moved in together a few weeks before everything went downhill. Seeing your boyfriend in court, seeing the tears in his eyes once it was clear he had to go to jail almost broke you. Without the suppoert of the team - who suppoerted you when Spencer couldn't and were always there for you - you don't think you would have been able to make it.

But, finally, the BAU found a way to prove his innocence and got him out of that shithole. You were aching to see him, especially because he didn't put you on the visitors list. When you first heard that, you couldn't belive it. Why didn't he wanna see you? But after Garcia visited him and came back with a letter for you from Spencer, where he explained how he didn't want you to see him like this, you somewhat understood him.

It still hurt, but of course you respected his desicion.

So, when he came out about a week ago, you were overjoyed. You almost couldn't believe that you'd get to hold him in you arms again.

Of course you knew he wouldn't be the same man as before after these months in jail, but a small part of you still hoped that you'd get back to normal quite fast. Oh, how wrong you were.

When Spencer first came through the door - Penelope came to pick him up, he didn't want you anywhere near that prison - he practically fell into your amrs and remained like that for what felt like hours. Still, once he pulled away it felt too soon. He was distant, but not unusually so, more like when he had been on a tough case and just needed some space. So, you gave him what he needed.

After your time together you learnt how to read him quite well and with every shy smile he gave you once he realised you were profiling him, you felt like you got a little bit of your Spencer back.

But, you soon realised that he wanted a lot more space than usual. Even when his body language practically screamed for you to be close to him or at least be in the same room, he still kindly asked you fro space. Which was fine, until it wasn't.

You took a week off work to help him get settled in again and today was your first day back at work. Everything was fine and Spencer even hugged you goodbye before you left. You felt so special, as he rarely seeked out any touch these days. Nights that would have been spent cuddled together were now spent on opposite sides with Spencer as far away from you as humanly possible on the bed.

Checking in with him at lunchtime, he told you he had ordered in some food and was now reading some russian book you've never heard of.

You left work the moment the clock hit 6pm and drove home as fast as you could with all the traffic. Opening the door, you take off your shoes and place your keys on the designated hook.

Moving further into the apartment, you realise something is off. You don't see Spencer. Usually when he reads he sits in his favourite chair by the window, the old thing already indented from where he always sits. But he was nowhere to be soon.

"Spence, I'm home," you call out, but are only met with silence. Before you could worry too much, you opened the bedroom door and the sight that awaited you broke your heart.

There was Spencer, you sweet and amazing boyfriend, lying under the covers with tears running down his face. He obviously hasn't registered that you were home, hi hands pulling his legs even tighter against his torso.

You've never seen someone this tall seem so small.

Taking a step forward, you reach out your hand to him, not quite touching him yet.

"Spencer... what's wrong? Please, talk to me?" Once he realised you were there he almost jumped out of his skin in the way he jerked back. Eyes wide he quickly searched for the quickest route out of this situation, but he was quick to realise that he had to talk to you.

He let out a heavy sigh, before scooting back and leaning against the headboard, giving you the space to sit down on the edge of the bed, which he previosuly occupied.

Taking a deep breath he started to talk. "Uhm- uh- as you've probably realised, the other people in prison weren't the nicest to me and I- uhm-," Spencer was evidently having problems with finding the right words, but you were quick to assure him to take his time.

"So, I'll just say I had a hard time, I don't want you to know what they did to me, what I had to do to them. And I- I just don't really know how to act anymore, you know? I'm not- I'm not the same person that I was before prison and that uh- scares me a bit, I guess. I- I don't know who I am anymore. I'm scared."

If your heart could even break any more, it just did. Knowing how insecure Spencer had felt previously and how he had gained so much confidence since you've gotten together. To see this confidence shattered pained you so much.

"Oh, Spencer. I can't even imagine what you have gone through, but I'm so proud of you, you know?" at that he perked up, his previously downcast eyes now meeting yours, "I am proud of you. You did it, it's over and your're here now. You're safe you know and I'm so glad you're back. I love you so much Spencer and I will help you in any way I can. But please, you need to talk to me. I worry about you, because I deeply love you and I only want the best for you."

You could see tears glistening in his eyes again.

"It won't be easy you know... trying to love me."

"Spence, I don't have to try to love you, because I already do. I love you unconditionally, no matter how hard times may get, I'll always be there for you, okay? Loving you is not a task or a burden, but it's a choice. And everyday I wake up and I chose you," with your last word your finger pokes his chest and Spencer finally realsies that this is real.

He is not in prison anymore, he is free. He has you, the love of his life who also loves him back.

Spencer can't take it anymore, he throws himself into your arms and he lets the tears fall freely, soaking your shirt. You don't mind and you also know that he knows that.

This is not over and it will take a while for everything to get back to normal - or whatever normal will be in the future - but now you both knew that it was going to be alright.

the requests for this event ARE CLOSED! thank you to everybody who requested something, I'm now getting to the last ones.

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[creatrixanimi]

For Ingo disappears teen au. I just imagine how bad Emmet would feel. Unable to not find his brother and right after a fight to boot. Then potentially finding Chandelure hurt, and blood on the ground being the only sign his twin was there. Just...oof. Then there is Ingo. Hurt, alone, and likely still with no memories of what happened to him. Does the Pearl Clan still take him in? Does he still become a Warden? His clothes would certainly be different without his iconic hat and coat (and those shoes lol). All I can think is 'poor kid' and hope that someone will take him in and care for him. Makes me want to write something about it. Sorry, it really does make my brain go brrr. All the possible changes are kickstarting my imagination for sure

Hi!!! sorry for the late reply to this but i was trying to work on some more stuff for this au while i could. And yes! The whole thing does look really bad from Emmet's side of things. Between the screams, chandelure nearly being destroyed, and the not insignificant amount of blood things do look bleak for he and Elesa. And also Drayden when he hears what happened. Usually in fic where Ingo disappears there is some hope that he was unharmed when he vanished but i wanted to play with a scenario that all leads to darker assumptions right off the bat. I just looooove some good angst so i wanted there to be signs of significant struggle. Im not 100% sure how im going to take things (or if ill ever get there lol) but emmet is going to be feeling a lot of guilt even if it was such an unprecedented event theres no way he could have known someone or something would attack his brother practically the second he left his line of sight. Unfortunately, I think it would also end up isolating him from Elesa and Drayden because of the guilt. Elesa because the fight was about her and even though he doesnt blame her even slightly, seeing her reminds him of what happened. And he also feels guilty spending time with her because it feels like he's betraying Ingo since after everything he would still be hanging out with Elesa without him. And it just feels SO wrong. And he feels guilty with Drayden because it kills him inside to see what losing Ingo is doing to him. It deeply disturbs him to see Drayden so upset. And all of this is on top of missing his brother who everyone, including himself, reasonably assumes is dead. Things will get better somehow but i havent hashed everything out yet! Im not sure exactly which direction im planning on taking it but i dont want it to be pure misery forever lol. As for Ingo, I did just post a followup comic about what happens to him immediately after the first comic ends which you can find here! I am a bit sad that he doesnt have his iconic outfit but theres not much that can be done about that. Hes just looks a little bit more boring i guess. He does still become a warden! It may not happen right away though. For the most part Ingo's story will follow a canon adjacent track, just a bit more in-depth. And as for who takes him in, as of right now I think Gaeric is going to be a big part of that. He becomes a sort of older brother figure to Ingo which Ingo will have some complicated feelings with. Its nice to feel wanted but its rubbing salt in an open would he doesnt even know he has which is really hard for him. And finally if you feel inspired to write something based on this idea go ahead! Im not even sure where i want to go or how far ill get so i dont want to hoard the premise to myself lol.

[dovelesss]

This game sure seems familiar...

L to R

With Arisu being a gamer, I'd like to think that he has played danganronpa before.

Some DR artstyle doodles and yapping under the cut

So, idk if I'll make this into a fully fledged au but I might doodle some more and see where it takes me. But here's what I have for this already.

Arisu is the protag, because it wouldn't make sense otherwise. He gets to be the ult gamer unless I can think of something better. Though I think a Naegi situation would be fun but instead of Arisu becoming the ultimate hope, he becomes the ultimate hearts player, or something. He's pretty damn good at navigating the trials, but usually is his own worst enemy due to overthinking or blaming himself. Uses his known knowledge of the games to help him reason as well. Probably had some half petrified half awestruck response to monokuma.

In this au, this danganronpa game would replace the canon 10 of hearts. I know that would make this kinda predictable, but I mainly wouldn't want to kill off characters that have major roles with the face card games. For everyone being an ultimate, they could be injected with something at the start that the game says "strengthens their ultimate". Which, of course is not possible but, danganronpa logic. It can placebo effect some people though. That'd be interesting to use in a trial.

Usagi would be the ult climber and Arisu's support. But in the emotional area, such as talking him down. Pulling him out of his mind when Arisu inevitably blames himself for every person that dies. He will. She also will probably be a suspect at some point and Arisu nearly breaks down because he thinks it's Usagi. Ofc it's not her but, he gets to spiral first.

Chishiya is the little shit antag. He starts as the ult ??? of the game and it gets revealed later that he's the ult doctor. Mainly because he doesn't want people to know about him and the profiles dont show the ults ig. But ofc he uses it to scheme and mess with the other players. He's probably pretty good at investigating and will likely figure out who the blackened is before everyone else. He's not going to tell people shit though. Maybe something offhand to Kuina that triggers an argument in the trial. He immediately notices how Arisu is leading the trials and finds it interesting which is the main reason Chishiya even kinda helps in the trials at all. Other than not wanting to die with the group if they get it wrong ofc. Chishiya lacks the charisma that Arisu has to convince the entire room if he speaks up regardless so, if he can get Arisu to the same conclusion he's at, the trial will progress. That, and according to Chishiya, everyone else there is an idiot. He doesn't want to talk to them anyway. He also just, sits down during the trials. He runs with his hands in his pockets, he's not going to stand for a full trial.

Niragi would be the ult video game engineer and this of course, confuses the hell out of everyone. He's still aggressive as hell, he's still Niragi after all. But that means he's also smart. So he knows better to go against the rules. I'd like to think he's the one to try to break monokuma at the start and gets injured from it. He's a diamonds player, but maintaining his dangerous personality would make for him to be an interesting secondary antagonist.

Kuina would be either the ult martial artist or ult stylist. Or she can be assigned the first but say she's the stylist in her heart (bless). Probably heavily debates killing someone if a motive pertains to hurting her mom but either doesn't succeed or gets talked out of it. Likely similar to Aoi or Akane survivor status.

As for other characters, I'd likely add Tatta, Momoka, Asahi, Hatter, Last Boss, Aguni, and Ann. Otherwise I don't have too much an idea on who to slap in to fill out the rest of the cast cuz uh, not that many more characters from the beach that I can slap in here. Plus anyone bonus would be obvious cannon fodder, I already have too many survivors, and I don't really want to put in ocs. I'm already going to have to likely pull some bs someone survives an execution type of beat so. Maybe it's just a shorter killing game. I could have the clear condition be "find the in game mastermind" and have it have a similar solution to the show. If the blackened is successful they could just, let them out of the game grounds but you wouldn't get any visa days or something. So, in reality, it wouldn't help any of them, but of course that isnt stated and none of them know that.

If y'all have ideas y'all're welcome to toss em at me. I'd love to just, yap about this. I'm having fun just kinda, thinking about how this would work out, ya know? Hope if ya read that block o' text ya enjoyed it! Under is the quick rough sketch of the comic on my phone. Hope y'all're vibin!

[watch-out-it-bites]

he said he would stop bothering us since I apologized then like days after he goes on an alt and bothers, or what happened a week ago or so I HATE HIM HFHBBNNJhhrvrvrhhrrrjjjjjjj

[casualavocados]

Why did you do it? I don't know what you're talking about. I was drunk that night, and you told me you would always look at me— You want to get back at me, right?

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 09

[skunkes]

the bad: i have been raised without much warmth from my parents in childhood, but also pressured to conform to familial authority, doubt myself always, and value familial connections above all else (<- failed at this, and feel guilt about it.)

but also in experiencing this i have been so isolated from the entire rest of the world and others, that it will be nearly impossible to create my own "family" -> find safety and comfort in anybody else once my family is Gone. despite dis i find it really difficult to break away from the familiar, disobey and disappoint, because, well, why are my wishes more important than anybody else's. why would I cause upset and distress in anybody, and exert so much effort into my doubt filled half decisions, for my meaningless little Wishes. being away would also mean less time with these people who I'll never see again once they're gone. being raised this way is definitely paying off for those who did so.

the good: yaaaay adjacent inspiration for writing talon lore

[intertexts]

oh god. just thought abt nhw dakota's pain perception (already something i have 1 billion thoughts abt esp. in conjunction with them) & william's messy thing with conflating intimacy & danger & his relationship 2 pain. 1 million dead 1 billion injured.

[soap-is-an-artist]

Hooray... it's 7 in the morning and I stayed up all night listening to the imperium... I feel so happy and satisfied with my life choices...

I am feeling very much not cowabunga, dude

[SEVERE rambling in tags]

[dervampireprince]

well so a certain character's name is getting added to my xkit blacklist. sorry but i'm done, that's the final straw. i don't care if your ask is about another question or topic, you do not bring up the voice actor and situation that i repeatedly have told you all not to mention to me. it's on my 'will not record' list, i have made multiple posts telling you guys to stop asking about it or mentioning it to me. this isn't a 'oh what i read about that actor doing made me uncomfy' this is 'i was friends with people he hurt, i was there when things happened, he made me and my friends uncomfortable when we were spending time with him irl, and what he did tore my friendship group apart after i had finally found a friend group'. i have trauma from it. and i feel bad saying that because he did far worse to other people, but i can't control how my brain works.

so the character's name is on my blacklist now, sorry if you just wanted to ask about the character in terms of headcannons or fanart or whatever, but all asks mentioning it will be censored and i will delete them without reading for my own sanity.

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!

MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!

Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao

[beansnpeets]

Coming up short on finding people to help me get the old washers and driers out of my basement and also help me pick up a free piano I have my eyes on :( I have kinda run out of people to ask at this point and I'm feeling pretty bummed.

[c0pernicus]

my besties boyfriend is someone i rly dont enjoy interacting with for a variety of reasons but i also dont know how to talk to him about it without it being A Thing and he keeps trying rly rly hard to be friends with me . miserable existence pain and agony what do i do chat

[thorninyourpaw]

my existence makes me feel awful for my family