#i think these look horrid on phone but i just. i need to post

[ccorinthian]

> Mr.Robot.S02E09.ep2.7_init_5.fve

[onlyangle1]

X FACTOR

HELLO LOVERS!! this is my very first fake instagram fic so i do apologise if this is a bit shit, but if you like it i will continue this and make it a bit of a series/fic thingy.

had no clue who to choose as a face claim so i decided to use ari! <33

Summary: Y/N supports her big brother when he goes to the x factor!!

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Y/Nhorran

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Y/Nhorran I can’t believe my smelly big bother just sang infront of KATY PERRY!!!! LIKE WHAT? No no in all seriousness im so proud of you, dont forget me when your all big and famous!!!

p.s next round tell katy i love her!! xx

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Niallhoran Thanks tiny ❤️ I’ll be sure to tell her next time she comes round for tea, shall I? You are a melon aren’t ya x

Y/Nhoran Yes that would be much appreciated thank you! xx

Maura.horan He is a cutie isnt he! We’re all so proud my love xx

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Y/Nhoran

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Y/Nhoran LOOK AT THESE MUPETS!! Who knew Ni-Ni could fly? Crazy days.

ANYWAYS IM SO PROUD OF YOU NIALL, LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! xx

(thank you mumzy for catching my reaction x)

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Niallhoran Thanks pumpkin, now come to my room so I give you a big cuddle xxx

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Niallhoran

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Niallhoran Tiny has been watching my X Factor performances at least twice a day for the last week, as much as i love her support, she needs to turn it the fuck down! xx

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Harrystyles Don’t be horrid Nialler

Y/Nhoran Yeah ni-ni, listen to your mate.

Maura.horan Aw she just loves ya, darling x

Niallhoran Don’t be on her side mum!!

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Y/N lounged on the comfortable bean bag she had brought into Niall's bedroom, her eyes fixed on the vibrant posters that adorned the walls. The room was a mix of music and Hannah Montana memorabilia, a reflection of Niall's interests. The soft hum of their favorite tunes played in the background, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Niall, her big brother, sprawled out on his bed with a guitar in hand, strumming casually as they shared stories and laughter. His fingers strummed the strings effortlessly, a skill he had gained over the years. Y/N admired her brother's musical talent, feeling a sense of pride as he effortlessly played familiar tunes.

During their childhood, the two often enjoyed karaoke, and other musical activities together, finding comfort in each other's singing. Y/N, having a desire to audition for the X Factor alongside Niall, never mustered the courage, letting him take the stage and eventually become a part of the growing band, One Direction. As the five boys' musical journey unfolded, Y/N eagerly looked forward to meeting them, hoping they were as friendly as Niall made them out to be.

“So when ya’ gonna come meet me mates then?” Niall questioned looking up from his guitar almost like he was reading your mind.

“Not sure you know, whenever really.” She said with a shrug looking back down at her phone and quickly messaging someone back.

“I’ll sort something for ya pumpkin, these are my best mates! Need to meet them at some point.” Niall sent her a soft loving smile beginning to think up ideas to make the day they all met even more special.

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A note from moi: Im sorry it’s so short but i really didn’t know what to do for the first post but i hope this was okay and i’ll be making better as time goes on 🫶🏻🩷 Remember to eat, drink water and wear your suncream, love ya’s xx

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[buttsmasher]

The Time Vinny came to the Pharmacy

Tags/Warnings: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Willing Victim, Underwear Farting, Semi-Public

You lay across the counter, another boring day at the pharmacy. You’re scrolling through Instagram when you have to stop and stare at a picture your high school crush, Vinnie, posted. It’s a side view of him lifting a barbell and it highlights his arms, and that ass that you always wanted to be near in high school. The caption read, “It looks like leg day has been really paying off.” You, of course, double tap the photo.

“Yeah, that was a pretty good photo.” You look up to see Vinnie standing in front of you giving you his signature smile. All of your high school memories come rushing back and you quickly remember why he was your crush. 6’3”, charming smile, hot body, and he was honestly one of the nicest guys in town. “Not to brag or anything.” His smile disarms any awkwardness you might have felt. 

“What brings you in?” You ask putting your phone away, giving him your full attention.

“I’m here for a prescription.” 

“Gotcha.” You go ahead and enter his name into the system and quickly grab his prescription. “So how’s life going?” You make small talk as you scan the barcode of the prescription bag.

“Oh you know, just trying to survive the end of the world.” You both chuckle. “But my girlfriend broke up with me so... trying to get over that.” 

“Sorry to hear it man. It’s $15.12.”

“Yeah, she said I was going to the gym too much. And she said I was too gassy for her.” He pulls out a credit card and hands it to you. 

“Gassy?” You raise your eyebrow as you take his card.

“Yeah. It’s probably the protein shakes because they go right through me. But imagine being broken up with because you’re too gassy.” You shake your head, not able to imagine it. 

“Sounds like to me you need someone who’d appreciate your gassiness.” You give him a wink as you hand him his card back and prescription. You then go back to leaning onto the counter, elbows on the counter with your head being cradled by your heads.

“Is that so?” He looks you up and down briefly before leaning onto the counter himself.  “Do you know anyone, within a, oh I don’t know, one minute radius because I got some big ones brewing.” 

“Hmm,” You pretend to think about it. “Carla I’m going on break!” You yell to the pharmacist on duty. You walk out from the employee section and gesture towards Vinnie to follow you into the exam room. 

He doesn’t miss a beat, he follows and you close the door and lock it. Before he even says anything you are on your knees pulling at his gym shorts. His boxer briefs are a bit sweaty, most likely he came straight from the gym.It doesn’t stop you from smashing your nose into his musky crack and taking a deep whiff. It’s intoxicating, and you let out this small moan that just makes Vinnie laugh. 

“I haven’t even farted yet.” He jokes as he lets you inhale his scent. 

“Sorry, sorry, you just smell…”

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

He lets a harsh fart that interrupts your sentence. You don’t even try to finish the sentence, instead you just focus your energy on inhaling the toxic air. It’s bad, and you kind of understand why his girlfriend broke up with him.The smell reminds you of a skunk and it’s just pure rotten ass fumes. You can’t help the fact that you’re so painfully erect.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Vinnie chuckles. “I just couldn’t hol’ it in anymore.”

“It’s good.” Your voice is strained but you give him a thumbs up. 

“Man, you must of inhaled all of it, because I didn’t get a whiff of it up here.” He wiggles his body a little bit bouncing you in between his butt cheeks. “Shit I just may need to keep you around as my fart vacuum.” 

“No complaints here.” You pull your nose out his ass and begin to stand up causing him to push you back down.

“I didn’t say I was finished.” He wraps his hand in your hair before pulling you back against his sweaty undies. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

This one was even worse than the previous. It was horrid and you honestly kind of wanted to pull your face away. But before you even get a chance to appreciate that last bomb, he’s hitting you with more gas.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFTTTT PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTT

He wasn’t joking when his girlfriend said he was gassy. You did your best to keep up with his butt bombs, but you feel yourself starting to get dizzy from only being able to breathe in his rotten egg smelling farts. You forcibly pull away from his ass and take a deep breath in before you push your nose back in against his clothed hole.

PFFFFFFFF PFFFFFTT

He lifts his leg as two squeakers expel from his nasty ass. “Fuck.” You groan as you keep taking loud huffs. “Jesus christ, how do you have so much gas?” You pant as you pull away from his ass again.

“I’m telling ya, it’s gotta be the protein shakes.” You try to catch your breath.

“Fuck man.” You wipe your forehead where there’s sweat beading on your face. 

“You want more?” He’s biting his lip like he’s holding a big one in.

“Hell yeah!” You don’t waste any time getting back into position.

“It’s a big one, do you think you can take it?” He warns.

“Take your best shot, big guy.” You give a playful smack against his ass.

“Your funeral.” He starts grunting, and for a moment you’re honestly worried that he’s about to shit himself.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

He lets out the loudest and nastiest fart you’ve ever heard. And the smell is god awful. Somehow mixing all sorts of horrid scents that you didn’t think were possible. At first you smelled rotten eggs, but then somewhere around the 5 second mark it went to old garbage, and then another few seconds and it was sewage. There wasn’t any way you couldn’t pull away from that.

You are hacking up a lung as Vinnie laughs at you. “I warned you man.”

“Fuck. I didn’t know you were that brutal.” You gag, somehow getting a taste of his nasty brew. “I-I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“That’s fine.” He reaches down and pulls his shorts up. “It’s not every day I get to bomb someone.”

“Well if you were dating me, that wouldn’t be a problem.” You try to turn the situation in your favor, but you’re still trying to catch your breath.

“Hm, how bout we get coffee first.” 

“Deal.” You say as he helps you get back on your feet. 

“You think you can go back to work?” You give a thumbs up as he helps walk back to the employee area.

“What did you do to him?” Clara takes you from Vinnie and then scrunches her face. “God you stink.” She moves her face as far away as she can. “God, that’s awful, you need to go home.” She kind of pushes you away and Vinnie catches you again. You both kind of laugh before Vinnie helps you out to your car.

“You free tomorrow?” You ask nervously.

“Yeah, meet me at the Piñata Cafe at 10:00.” 

“Cool.” You give him a small wave. 

When your door is closed and his back is to you, you start dancing. You’ve got a date with Vinnie, your high school dream almost fulfilled.

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Doctor Date

Book: Open Heart                     

Pairing/Characters:  Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Chandini Ramakrishnan), feat. Dr. Aaliyah Hadid (F!OC; AKA Biggest Chandyce Shipper after me and Bryce ofc)

Rating: Teen     

Warnings: mention of a homicidal case                 

Category: Fluff                

Format: "Edit"/Drabble

Summary: Chandini meets up with a close friend who is quick to tease her about a certain scalpel jockey

A/N: I know Liya is literally in all of my fics now but I don't care 😭 I can write whatever I want. Read more about their friendship here. I need to write Chandyce more they are and always will be my sweeties <3

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @openheartfanfics, @peonierose(?)

"It's him, isn't it?" Aaliyah teases her, sipping her coffee. Chandini sets her phone down on the wooden table at the coffee shop, looking everywhere but her friend's eyes. This doesn't deter her. "The surgeon from Edenbrook who wouldn't stop talking to you?"

"It's actually my colleague Sienna," Chandini emphasized. Aaliyah's eyes widened and smirked. She leaned closer to Chandini, as if they were children and whispering secrets past their bedtime. A few dark brown curls grazed Liya's shoulder and she whispered.

"You're a horrid liar. I always assumed people who went to medical school would be more intelligent, darling."

She mimicked Chandini's British accent and natural flourishes perfectly. The young doctor rolled her eyes and sipped her tea, glancing at her now buzzing phone.

"I don't talk like that, Doctor," she rolled her eyes. Aaliyah laughed.

"Sure you don't, Doctor," she paused as the phone continued to buzz with text messages. Aaliyah pointed to the phone. "Well, aren't you going to answer? You don't want to keep your beau waiting."

"'Beau' is a strong word, at most he's a nuisance," Chandini furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. "It's a miracle that he's lasted this long."

"An attractive nuisance," Aaliyah joked, noting her friend's sudden change in posture. Now, it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Nini, come on. I was just joking! Sheesh, and I thought my job was stressful."

The waiter came by and handed the two women their biscottis for their drinks. Chandini sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just-he always gets on my nerves!"

Aaliyah raised an eyebrow. "And what does he do to make you this upset? Flirt with you every once in a while?"

Chandini groaned, waving her hands around. "He does it when I'm trying to do my job and because he knows it will make me mad. I-I'm telling you, he's an instigator!"

"And I'm telling you that he's an extremely talented surgeon! He was super helpful with our homicide case, even more helpful than the senior residents. Not to mention, really charming..."

The doctor barely hid a scowl, and Aaliyah chuckled. "Aww, looks like Nini's jealous." She rubbed Chandini's shoulders for a few moments before she waved her friend's hands away. "I'm not jealous, I think it's ironic that you're commenting on my supposed work crush yet we haven't talked about yours..."

Aaliyah blushed. "Nuh uh! Don't try to change the subject. My best friend is in love and refuses to tell me, even if she doesn't know it yet. My entire job is about analyzing behavior you can't lie to me."

She was interrupted by Chandini's phone buzzing again, prompting Nini to snatch the phone from her best friend. She quickly turned the phone to Chandini to unlock the phone and read through the messages from her Insta.

"You literally posted this photo ten minutes ago and he's left a ridiculous amount of comments and DMed you ten more times... I think I need to revise my hypothesis," she said, her jaw practically dropping to the floor.

Chandini gasped, and took the phone back from her best friend before asking, "And what would that be?"

Aaliyah smiled, her finger grazing the rim of her almost empty cup. "That you're both two idiots in love. "

[psychelis-new]

thank you very very very much for my reply snd so sorry for my very long ramble. I guess I dont know what else to do atp, I couldve done much more had I not felt the need to fit in like everyone else is currently doing even memes are less entertaining as well as a lot fo it relying so much on the internet i just want to escape all of this nonsense i really do. like just yeet me into space then if anything. i dont care anymore for my life really. ik im probs just making excuses or sounding dramatic but it seems many others at leasdt have talents or something that they care deeply about. i just seemed to have missed the chances and since we didnt have any of this stuff when i was a kid

I dont particularly care for wealth yet at the same time that too is everywhere so its like fomo and inability to simply be satisfied in anything i like or do bc someone else has more or better things they are doing and its so easy to fall into the trap of comparisons, like so and so is posting their whole life online or so and so is exceedingly popular online and irl. i dont know lets just simply say that i keep feeling lkke a nobody and all anyone else on here seems ro say manifest xyz things and how age is just a number without knowing peoples past experiences or lack thereof skills and so on. i just dont even know what i want anymore either. its like im just a soulless blob in a pile of other blobs and everyone else is blobbing about stuff i dont particularly care about online.

i regret being born in my generation, i really do, theres almost too much going on at once but itd all digitalised rather than in person. even celebs dont seem to realise their devices can have an off button maybe if they werent online so much others would be inspired to do that as well but even if you go out anywhere people on their phones or go to concert let say people on their phones again how else to gsin connection with others when its all done via a horrid little screen which i regret buying but once again it is much required in todays society. theres certain things i wouldve loved to have done in previous generations or maybe had i been a different person of a different nationality but i still wouldve had to adjust to needing to be online for the most part. even just typing shit into google feels so soulless like i havw a brain but i dont need to think or feel and i dont need opinions cause someone online will end up hating me for it so thats out the window

As I was suggesting you, you need a break and find yourself again. You're too focused on what others do, who they are, and compare yourself to something that doesn't even exist (online world is pretty much like movies these days) and try to act the same as them to fit in (no but fr, who cares what celebs do online or how long they are online? it's their life, let them do what the heck they want -plus, they're often a brand with legs, they're making money that way...). But anyway you cannot fit in something if you don't know who you are and what you're searching for and if you don't know where you want to fit in (and where you actually can fit in without losing yourself -which you probably already did, in order to not feel left out).

You are worthy, your life is very worthy, but your worth is not outside, your worth is inside of you. Same as your talents and whatever good you possess (and don't tell me you don't cause everyone does). You cannot find it online or in strangers online, and for sure you won't seeing if you keep comparing with others and what they seem to have... so stop trying to do so. If others have fun online and have found their own place there, let them. Who cares what they find of so cool there. But if you don't, then it's time for you to find what you find funny by taking a break. Put in effort (the one you were calling for so much in the other ask) and find in yourself and what you want and like. The only way to find your soul inside of your blob is to look in that blob that is you and finding your voice. You cannot let others tell you who you are: only you know.

But it's useless if I keep repeating myself and you can't see you are worthy and not caged (you know it but still, you cannot leave the comfort zone you have created: you feel like you won't ever fit in and you keep finding comfirmations of it out of any interactions you have online. If you don't work on how you see things and yourself, nothing will change for real). You can think with your mind, you can believe other things than what you're told by society or people that only want to sell a product/gain from what they do (I already answered an ask or two on this... were they yours?). You can do what you would have loved to do in any other time: it's not about this generation, it's about you and what you want... don't find excuses to keep yourself out of what you desire to do or how you desire to live. Don't blame it all on this society, where you live and the times we're living in. You still have a choice, you can act differently and who the heck should care about it? If it makes you happy, do it. But if it's really so, if you know you'd feel better out of it, it's not the internet the problem, it's you caging yourself in a cycle that doesn't even exist (but was well created to sell products again)...

For real, take a moment for yourself. Maybe journal about how you feel, what you want and what you're searching for and then go find it. It may take a while and some effort, but you will make it. Maybe your people aren't online but at the supermarket you usually visit, or at the library or they share any other interest with you offlline. Idk. If you need connections, first of all connect with yourself. Then, you'll be able to connect also with others the way you need.

Again all the best! I know you're now writing me cause I am making you feel less alone, but I am not the answer you're seeking. It's only within you.

[sailorsplatoon]

Chapter 6 of a Dedf1sh fanfic I wrote

Here it is, the very last chapter! While this was really short, I'm still very proud of it. Maybe I'll add onto this in the future, but for now I'm happy with where it is. I put a lot of time into writing and editing this, and it's been my very first fanfiction to actually escape the abyss of "I'll post this someday". I had a lot of fun with this, and it makes me so happy to know that even just a few people enjoyed it!

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Chapter 6 below!

(TW: mention of blood, swearing, vomiting, mention of medical procedures)

DJ Dedf1sh’s hearts thumped slowly. Why were their hearts beating? They pulled their hands away from the turntables. Everything was so loud. What was going on? It was scary and new. But they were scared. They felt scared. How? What was different? Why now? Their legs trembled as they made their way to the large door, the only door in the entire room. It was locked.

“Shit,” they muttered. They spoke something at least. Something more than a number. Without missing a beat, they ran to the opposite side of their turntables and shoved them into the door. The metal slab burst off its hinges with a crash while their equipment shattered. Those turntables had been their entire life since as long as they could remember. And they were destroyed.

“Good fucking riddance.”

As they crossed the threshold between their prison and the outside world, their legs gave out. They were never meant to leave that room. It hurt as if their muscles were being torn apart with every movement. Looking to their scattered turntables, a round tube of metal stuck out. Without hesitation, they ripped it off and used it to hold themself up. It supported their weight well, even if it was just temporary until they could get their hands on something more suited to their needs.

The journey was long and difficult, but they eventually made their way to the central station. Shattered bits of glass and plastic were strewn across the floor. It was gone. The phone was gone. They were free. They climbed up the escape path that had been carved by the final test subject of that horrid place. Thankfully, they were still able to super jump, but the path was clearly made for someone who had full use of both of their legs, which made the trek that much harder.

As DJ Dedf1sh traversed the now empty layers of security, they began to search their memories for some trace of a name. Ah… Ah? All they could think of was Acht, the number eight in some human language. Well, close enough. It was the best they were going to get for now, they sort of liked how it sounded. They continued to climb as they searched their memories for any trace of life before the sanitization. To their surprise, there were some bits and pieces that they could remember. But rather than full moments it was more flashes, like trying to recollect a dream. There was only one thing that they could remember clearly. Why this particular person, Acht had no clue. Marina.

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“She needs help! One of the machines malfunctioned and she got hurt bad!” An octoling rushed into the infirmary carrying an adolecent girl. Both were covered in blood. 

“Lay her down on the cot, Ah███ get the gauze and—shit there’s something lodged in the wound— we’ll need the scalpel too!”

“Right, where’s she hurt? And will we need any nitrous oxide?”

“She’s scratched up all over, but the main source of bleeding is a deep gash in her abdomen, looks like a piece of metal stabbed into her from the machine. She’s in a lot of pain, nitrous oxide is a good idea. Mx. were you hurt at all?”

“No, just her,” the octoling who carried the girl in said, “She was working on a prototype for the flooders, but it suddenly fell off its hinges and landed on her.”

The memory blurred and refocused in a new setting. Now Acht was in the patient ward of the infirmary, speaking with the octoling girl who had been injured before. “You’re going to be alright, but you have to stay here until your wounds heal. I’ll come back every few hours to give you another dose of pain killers. If you want, you can opt out of them, but seeing your injuries I wouldn’t suggest it.”

“No, I definitely won’t be opting out. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I really didn’t think I would make it out of that accident,” she glanced at the bandages wrapped around her midsection and scattered along her limbs. Her teal tentacles writhed in worry.

“I’ve seen worse, you have nothing to worry about! My name’s Ah███ ██████ by the way. I’ll be taking care of you during your stay here.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Marina Ida. Did you guys already have that on record?”

“We didn’t actually, you were listed as Jane Doe. Your companion failed to mention a name before leaving to continue working. I’ll make sure to notify the rest of the staff that we have a name for you.”

Another blur, and then they were outside the infirmary. With Marina. She’d been better for a while now.

“Shouldn’t you be working? The DJ is gonna flip his lid if he finds out you’re skipping, especially now that you’ve been promoted to wasabi supply unit,” Acht placed a large trash bag in the dumpster outside, they’d been given garbage duty for the day. 

“I’m on my lunch break and I wanted to pay you a visit!” Marina chirped with a smile. She had such a beautiful smile.

“You only get fifteen minutes, you need to-” Before they knew it Marina had pressed her lips to theirs.

Blur, scene change, Acht was already getting bored of this routine. They wished they could just remember without the— shit! They slipped and nearly fell into a giant pool of water. Fucking Belly Phase. Maybe this test subject that broke out could’ve made it easier for others to leave?

“I’m leaving,” the memories started again as Marina stared at them.

“Like, you’re being promoted again to a different division or?”

“I’m leaving the army, Ah███. I… I heard the inklings sing. It changes everything.”

“Marina, no. They’re just trying to confuse you. This is our home you can’t-”

“Come with me.”

“What?” A lump formed in Acht’s throat as they tried to hold back tears.

“I want you to come with me. Please.” She paused before muttering, “I love you.”

“Marina I…” Acht’s eyes searched the surrounding world for some excuse, some reason for them to stay together. “You know I love you. But this is our home. We can’t just… we can’t.”

“Just listen!” She pressed a button on the small set of portable turntables she had tucked under her arm. A track played with two inkling girls singing. “Don’t you see? Were prisoners here! The DJ doesn’t care about us at all! But maybe if the inklings can make something this great, they’ll accept us!”

“Marina,” Acht looked her in the eyes, “I know. I’ve known how awful this place was since I was ripped away from my family. I see dying soldiers every day because Octavio won’t give them the new gear and weapons that they need. And I can’t help them because we can’t get the medicine and supplies that we need! Of course he doesn’t care about us, all he cares about is getting revenge on the squids. But we can’t leave. You really think the inklings would accept us? That they wouldn’t send us right back into this underground hellscape to be executed for treason? That they wouldn’t murder us themselves? Marina, I know you want to get out of here, but I love you, I can’t let you go get yourself killed.”

“If you really loved me, you would have left with me sooner, seeing how long you’ve known.” Her words cut sharper than any knife. Acht felt a warm stinging in their eyes as the tears finally came spilling out.

“Are you breaking up with me?” They choked.

“You’re not coming with me, are you?”

“I can’t,” Acht refused to make eye contact.

“Goodbye, Ah███. Don’t forget about me, okay?” She stretched out her hands, offering them a the turntables. They were covered in stickers and drawings made with various markers. Acht took them carefully, as if they might fade out of existence with one wrong move. With that, Marina sighed and walked away. 

As Acht stepped onto the elevator of the spinal phase, they began to cry a little. They weren’t sure if they were happy that they could remember, or if they were sad about what they were remembering. One thing was certain, they needed to find Marina. For some reason she was the only person they could clearly remember, so maybe she could help them uncover more of their memories.

Acht suddenly felt an immense pain in their stomach, the fell to the floor, dropping their makeshift cane, and threw up. They were reminded of the dream they’d had during their sanitization, how the mem cakes spewed from their mouth. This time, however, they expelled the same greenish ooze that had been injected into them. It burned. But there was an instant relief as soon as it was out of their body. They could finally breathe. For the first time in years they felt alive. Or, as alive as they could be when their skin was still the color of decay and their memories were shattered like a vase.

The elevator screeched to a halt and a ladder stood in front of Acht, leading them out of this hell. Their legs barely worked when they walked, even with the help of a cane. Trying to climb a ladder in their state would be impossible. They relied almost entirely on their upper body, holding their cane in their mouth and pulling themself up with their arms. It took so long to climb all the way to the top. They slipped and nearly got stuck multiple times. And it was wonderful. They made mistakes, they took their time. It wasn't perfect. Finally. All they were doing was climbing a ladder but it felt like such an accomplishment. They reached the top and the light of day shown down on their face. A breeze brushed their tentacles, and they could swear their sense of smell was returning with the salt of the ocean wafting up into the air.

The sky was blue. Acht couldn’t remember seeing the sky before. It was so beautiful.

[quinloki]

Quicksand - ALTERNATIVE

If you haven't read Quicksand up to chapter 5 you're going to be terribly confused.

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

ADDITIONAL CW: Dub-con, kidnapping, imprisonment

The alternative version picks up at Chapter 6- there's a lot of overlap for the first few chapters as the story slowly peels away from the original. The alternative chapters explore Sir Crocodile's yandere tendencies in a setting where the reader rejects him (vs the original where she never ran).

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Chapter 7: Shifting

Going to work was utterly nerve-wracking, to the point that you nearly considered calling off. Spending the day job hunting seemed like a better use of your time than spending the day nearly ready to vomit because you weren’t sure when the CEO would decide on a surprise visit.

You checked your phone one last time to see that there weren’t any missed calls or messages. You hadn’t heard from him since you left, and it was one-half a relief, and one-half a concern. Sunday, you had been in a fit of sleeplessness and nerves, randomly napping when your tension had simply forced you to rest. Last night at least you got a few hours in a row, and hopefully it would be enough to get you through the day.

Getting into the office, you checked in with Buggy. He gave you an odd look, but wasn’t prompted to say anything. You’d come into work on Monday’s a little strained before, but it had been quite a few months since anything had happened to cause it. You wanted to ask him if Crocodile had said anything, but if something was already being done against you from an employment standpoint you were sure Buggy would’ve cut to the chase and let you know.

Asking about Crocodile yourself would’ve been completely out of character for you. Your job was almost entirely internal within the West branch, you had no direct concerns or contact with the CEO. You barely had direct contact with anyone higher up the ladder than Buggy.

"So, how'd it go?" Alvida questions as soon as you were out of Buggy's office. Her voice had the usual almost melodic tone it got when she knew she was on the verge of juicy gossip.

"Horrid," you assert, and something on your face must have backed you up because Alvida’s entire demeanor slumped.

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry.” She gives you a hug, patting your back a little. “I expected if it went poorly you would’ve come in with too much makeup or a really bad new haircut.”

You snort and lean into her hug a little. Alvida was a good friend, and even as the main hub of gossip in the office, she’d never betray your actual trust.

“It was good for a moment, but,” you heave a big sigh before moving to sit at your desk and begin to work. “Well, I got cold feet I guess.”

“At least it wasn’t Buggy.” Alvida offers, starting a pot of coffee for the three of you.

“Haa, I almost wish it was.” You admit with a chuckled sigh.

“… Oh dear.” Alvida replies after a moment’s shock. “Can I… I mean, you need to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to just yet, and I don’t even know that I should.”

“Alright. Well, if you just need someone to confide in or vent to, you can trust me, (Y/N).” Alvida says, setting a cup of coffee next to you before sitting at her nearby desk.

“I know Alvy, thank you.”

You start sorting through your work, making idle talk with Alivda.

“Do you know what Buggy did over the weekend?” You ask with a little less energy than you meant.

"He's been working on starting his own business. I guess he's been consulting with some of his old friends." Alvida said absently.

"Oh wow." You stop working and look over at her. "Seriously?"

Alvida shrugs. "As seriously as I think he does anything. I have no idea what kind of business it is."

“Huh… I wonder if he needs any help organizing it.”

Alvida nearly drops the papers she’s working on. “You? Change jobs?” She looks completely flabbergasted. “I… mean this as politely as possible, but I honestly thought you’d retire from here. No risks, no changes, no leaps of faith. You fit in well here and enjoy it, I’m surprised.”

“Mm, maybe I could use a challenge.” You say with a small smile as you return to your organizing. “Besides, it’s not that much of a change, I already know how to handle and work with Buggy.”

“Fair.”

The two of you worked in silence for a while longer before you came across a piece of information that nearly made you groan. "The auction next week is being hosted by Donquixote Doflamingo?"

Just what you needed. Another Warlord in your life.

"Yeah, the CEO of SMILE, Inc.? Well, new CEO, he stepped up after retiring from modeling last year, didn't he?"

"Beats me," you admit with a shrug, wondering internally how many of the Warlords had legitimate businesses as fronts. "Isn't SMILE a pharmaceutical company? From Model to CEO of something like that seems like a heck of a leap."

"Oh, I'm sure he pulled some strings," Alvida says. "His money has money." You snort at her sarcasm. "Still, they say he was educated in the Holy Lands, so he's probably smarter than he looks."

Alvida flips her phone and holds it out to you. There's a picture of a tall, well-built man on the beach in glaringly pink swim trunks with hair so blonde it's almost lost in the sunlight. His shaggy hair is drenched, and it looks good on him that way. You can feel the arrogance rolling off of him in the photo, it's obvious he's aware he's being photographed.

"I'm surprised he's retired from modeling." You admit. "He's not even thirty yet, I can't imagine."

"He's been doing that work since he was 16, I think? He might just be tired of it." Alvida says, seemingly disinterested. "He'd be cuter if he wasn't so aware of his good looks."

"Can you get me a behavioral write up on him before the Auction?" You ask. "I know we usually have more time with these big profile events, but anything would help."

"Sure, I'll have Galdino and Cabaji help me." She assures you. "Think you're going to have trouble corralling him during the auction?"

"Maybe. Better to over prepare than under prepare." You roll your shoulders and release some of the building tension and check your phone. Still no messages. That’s good, you can focus on the task at hand.

Aside from dealing with Doflamingo for a couple of days, you also have to brace yourself to see Sir Crocodile again. He’ll be present during the auction proper, though, if you can make it work you may be able to hand things off to Alvida that day. He’s technically a visitor from another branch, so you don’t have to work with him at all.

It depends on how you feel in a week’s time. If you think you can face Sir Crocodile neutrally, then you will. Otherwise, there’s no shame in hiding behind your good friend who hasn’t slept with the CEO of your company.

You get things organized and pop into Buggy’s office for a moment before going on your rounds to check in on all the teams.

“Hey boss,” you say evenly, pulling out the pages about the upcoming auction. “Can you see if you can get us some extra hands? Donquixote is a big name even in big names, and I’d like to make sure the staff is beyond capable of tending to any requests he may have while he’s here.”

“As flashily as I can!” Buggy says with a smile. “Feeling better?”

You smile a little and nod. “Yeah, sorry for worrying you this morning, boss.”

“Bah, it’s fine. As long as you’re feeling better.” Buggy waves a hand.

“I hear you’re starting a business, boss.” You say pointedly, causing him to flinch.

“Ah, ha ha, I mean, I’m sure I could use your help… (Y/N).” Buggy answers rather sheepishly, almost hiding behind his desk.

You chuckle a little. “I was thinking it was about time I started looking for a new job, so you can certainly keep me in mind, boss.”

Buggy lights up almost instantly, practically screeching with glee. “(Y/N)! You would be an immense help! You’re so much better at organizing people and things than I am, and you’re really good with words and getting people to do what you need, and I’m not failing or anything so far, but I would be so relieved to have your help.”

“Let’s get through this auction, and we can talk about details.” You say, pointing at the papers you’ve left behind. “I’m going to check on the teams and do my rounds, but I’ll be back for this copy later, so make those calls, boss.”

The rest of the day went on without incident and you headed home only a little later than usual. Being able to work through lunch while still getting to eat lunch made the day go smoothly, and you were grateful for Buggy's consideration. There was less stress after work as well, knowing that you wouldn't have quite the mountain to deal with the next day.

On top of everything else he had managed to get some extra hands to help out during the auction, and even better than that, Buggy himself would be coordinating them. All you had to do was determine how they would be utilized, and then your boss would oversee them. Leaving you to focus on Doflamingo, and eventually, possibly Sir Crocodile.

You really did want to just quit and leave the Metro before the auction, but it would leave Buggy and Alvida in the lurch and you didn’t want to do that to them.

The drive home was dull and long. Traffic was terrible this time of the evening, and honestly you should’ve just stayed at work for a couple of hours and gotten more done before trying to get home. Hindsight and all that. You listen to some music and meander your way home without incident.

After you get inside your apartment you check your phone and see a message.

From Sunawani.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, you open it up and read it.

Sunawani: The auction was supposed to happen in the South Branch. I can have it returned to that venue if you prefer, but I wanted to be clear I didn’t know it had been changed until today.

You: It’s okay. Thank you, and I’m sorry.

You pause for a moment and then continue. Admitting your plan won’t hurt anything, and maybe it’ll help him to move on as well.

You: After the auction I’m putting in my notice.

Sunawani: I will be true to my word, Miss (Y/N). You aren’t required to leave.

You: I know. I just need to.

Sunawani: Need?

You: Yes.

You: I don’t want to get into it.

There was a long enough silence you set your phone down and went about your evening routine. You took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and started something to eat before you checked your phone again.

Sunawani: Very well.

The two words twist your heart a little and you put the phone down. There’s no other response that would’ve gone well, but the finality in the statement stings more than you expected. The conversations of the last two months start dancing through your head and twist your stomach so hard you’re barely able to eat. You pack the leftovers into the fridge and go to bed early.

Your rest is restless, and your dreams are full of sand and citrus and cigar smoke.

. . . . . .

After Monday you kept feeling like you were being watched. You couldn't find anything definitive, but there was a powerful sense of being stalked that itched at you randomly. You wrote it off as being stressed about the auction at first, but as things progressed for the preparations you were less and less stressed.

Despite the lessening job-related stress, the strange sensation wasn't abating.

Alvida’s write up on Doflamingo prompted you to practice with Dandy to prepare for the man’s arrival. Practicing with Dandy went well. Aside from the fact that you spent a couple hours every day interacting with him in the first place. You were, at least, finding a decent space between fully business and marginally interested.

You'd need to fawn over Doflamingo a little more, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so with Dandy. You knew him too well, and you absolutely weren't going to give him any ammunition to use against you down the road. As coworkers it was best to keep him at slightly more than arm's length, preferably with a taser, if you were being honest.

Organizing the space, equipment, and laying out the plans and event timing went smoothly as well. The extra hands - provided by Sir Crocodile and managed by Buggy - were a huge weight off everyone's shoulders. Especially since they were all not just competent, but quiet as well. No zany quirks, no desire to be the center of attention. They were more like you and less like Buggy or Dandy, so they didn't stress Buggy out and they didn't create additional work.

But they weren't creative. They came to people with questions on everything, almost more akin to computers than people. Not that it was a bad thing, the lack of personal decision making might have been part of their contract for all you knew. They were extra hands, and extra eyes, but that was really it.

Alvida caught you glancing around on Friday when things were finally coming together.

"What's got you so twitchy, (Y/N)?" She asks, "Anything I can help with?"

"Ah, no. Everything's pretty much handled. The Auction's Wednesday, the VIP will be in Tuesday, and I'll sleep again sometime Thursday, I'm sure." You joke, stretching. "I just keep feeling like someone's watching me. It's been itching at me for the last few days, and I can't shake it."

Alvida leans in after looking around to make sure you’re alone.

“Could it be related to your date?”

“Hah?” You almost yell the questioning sound and cover your mouth. “What do you mean?”

“Well, things went south, right?” She prompts. “You said you got cold feet, did you bail, after… you know, sex?”

Your face goes red, and you make a face and it’s really all the answer Alvida needs.

“Oh, honey.” She pulls you in and hugs you loosely. “Love, some people don’t walk away well.”

“It… it can’t be related to that.” You say after a moment. “I’m certain.”

“Oh?”

“… Alvida, you… can not breathe a word of this.” You assert, looking up at her from the loose hug you’re still in.

“On pain of death, (Y/N).” She vows, putting a hand up.

“It was the CEO.” You say and feel her entire body tense for a second.

“Are-you-shitting-me?” She hisses quickly, leaning in even closer to you and trying to keep her voice down.

You shake your head. “I was surprised too.”

Alvida puts a hand to her mouth for a moment and looks around, thinking. “You should tell him.”

“What?!” You bark before lowering your voice. “No. No way. Alvida, I… I had mind-shatteringly good sex with the C. E. O. of this company and left while he was sleeping.” You practically growl the words at her. “I’m looking for a new job after this auction, I can’t ask him for help!”

“Are you being fired?”

“No-! No, I’m not. I’m quitting on my own.” You assure her. “I… don’t…” You purse your lips and look away.

“Oh, honey.” Alvida hugs you tightly. “I’m sorry.”

“… It’s alright.” You manage to keep your voice even as you hug her back. “I’m not even thirty. I’ll, I dunno, move, find new work, move on. It’ll be alright.”

“I know, but it hurts right now, and I’m sorry you fell so hard.” She says, patting your back gently.

“Haa, yeah. Me too.” You admit.

[prtfrmhrtbrn]

hello i write every now n then… this is the intro to a fic i am still going to write but it’s from regulus pov and i’m scrapping this to make it james pov so… here i guess? it’s very much pre slash it’s just a little regulus scene really (please read that & acknowledge that James Is Not In This Scene. it is just regulus. sorry) but uhh Yeah 😊

fyi i’m working on other fics right now so this probably won’t be rewritten & posted anyyytime soon but i’m just posting this excerpt for funs really!

a little note on it firsttt which u can feel free to ignore (skip to the indented text to do that)! regulus uses he/they pronouns which is why there’s a mix of those pronouns in there. also: there is a moment where it implies regulus has issues with food. he doesn’t, he just forgets to eat, and doesn’t like the social aspect of the situation, but keep yourselves safe xx

(fun little fact that won’t be obvious in this part bcs… no james… but james also got hit with my pronouns beam… he has he/she days! not all of them but some. it’s indicated through wearing a necklace effie bought him when he came out Just wanted to drop that bcs i love it so much)

the general premise of the fic (u dont need to know this to read this excerpt thing!) is that jegulus meet on one of those train tours of europe. bcs regulus needs to get out more (well it’s a bit more than that but i dont go into it in this excerpt bcs… it’s the intro… why would i have put all the fun stuff in there!) & is struggling to cope with the fact that he really doesn’t want to go to uni (on his fourth/fifth gap year by now) and james has a bit of a breakdown at work (general stress along with other things but they’re not touched on in this bcs. again. i have robbed you of james 😢) and effie, monty and sirius ALL get together to be like ‘GO ON HOLIDAY’

okay that’s enough waffle. reminder that there is no actual jegulus in this its just a little intro to what the fic might have looked like if i’d gone with regulus pov. james would have come in like 6 lines later after this ends icl but i was running out of steam. anyway here!!!!

Regulus doesn't like trains.

It's not some thing. They're just not comfortable. Call him a rich boy; he is, after all- he doesn't like them. This one isn't the worst they've been on, slightly more comfortable, but that's mostly because he's currently on some holiday train across continental Europe- ie, it has beds, because they're on the train for long periods at a time. So he's not sitting.

Let it be known that, based on current experience, he's not massively on board with holiday trains across continental Europe, either. Their cousin Narcissa, though, didn't give him much choice- apparently sitting at home, alone, all the time, is sad, and, Regulus, you're filthy rich. If you've got it, spend it. Regulus hadn't massively approved of that philosophy, but when she'd followed up with, well, if you've got it and you don't like where you got it from, squander it, he'd been a little more amicable towards the idea. It doesn't mean he wanted to sit on some continental tour, but it's a little nicer to stare out a train window at canals and open countryside than to stare out the window of a horrid posh London townhouse at other horrid posh London townhouses.

They fall back on their bed and try not to think of who the dramatics of that are inspired by- not important, not here, doesn't matter at all. There's no bunk above him, because, again, filthy rich, so he's got a single room, and the train roof looks at them and seems to ask him is any of that true? So he shuts his eyes and pretends it's an open air carriage. The window is open a sliver and he pretends that the wind coming through from it is coming in through where the roof should be. It doesn't feel that much better.

A text comes through on his phone.

Narcissa: Have you eaten anything?

Regulus: ...In what time space?

Narcissa: I thought so. Go eat.

Narcissa: No point being on holiday to stop you moping if you're just going to mope on holiday as well.

Regulus: Fine.

Narcissa: Xx.

Alright. Well, if Narcissa's going to play it like that. Not that Regulus acknowledges that he's moping. There's nothing to mope about. They're not moping. They're a normal 22-year-old man, with abnormal amounts of money, and the same sense of purpose as everybody else. He swears.

Regulus has been avoiding the dining carriage. (And wow, does acknowledging that there's a dining carriage make him feel like a 1920s businessman.) It's not because they don't like eating, or because he's picky, but he just doesn't want to have to socialise with people. Ordering at restaurants is one of the worst things, maybe ever, and it always- always- feels like everyone is looking at him. Room service would be a blessing, but that's too much to ask of a train, no matter how fancy, apparently. So, to the dining carriage. Avoidance is over.

(But god damn it, Regulus loves avoiding things that scare them.)

[candlecat624]

I find it funny on here how I see my mutals n stuff getting asks from other mutals n stuff, some I even know and I get jack shit in my inbox😭😭 it’s been so long since I got an ask on here that wasn’t someone asking me to sign a petition, donate money or do the “share this to 10 friends and tell me a fun fact-“ or some shit. The only asks I have are the ones from my fnaf kin blog that I’m honestly thinking of archiving cause the amount of asks I have just sitting there is so overwhelming that I haven’t looked into there since mid last year or smth and I just know that there’s asks from 2021 sitting there I feel horrid about because I haven’t been fully invested into fnaf in ages despite my literal preferred name being the same as one of the main characters in the series and being in the fandom since 2014.

Now I’m more into genshin and gorillaz again but I feel horrible. I’m not involved with the interests of somebody I hold very dear to my heart and it almost feels like I’m loosing them cause of it even though I know full well that they’ve got their friends and their happiness should be my only concern. Which I’m trying to keep, cause I don’t want to seem selfish and ask for more of their time when I don’t even know how to hold a conversation anymore and it’s eating me from the inside out.

I already broke off 2 partners a few months ago or so due to falling out of love. I don’t want to loose another. I don’t want to loose them because I know that deleting all the shit I’ve got on my phone for them is going to fucking break me but as I’ve said in the past, I’d be more than willing to sacrifice myself for their happiness. I won’t lie and say I’m nervous it might happen soon.

This sounds selfish but I’m hoping they remember my birthday this year. I don’t want to remind them and I’m not gonna try and drop any hints, I just wanna be sure they remember still. I know that’s an odd thing to be concerned about but I don’t know, I’m just. Eugh. I don’t know how I feel anymore, whenever we talk it feels like somethings missing and I get this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me to break up with them and I know it’s not right because it’s the same voice that my intrusive thoughts have because that’s just what it is, intrusive thoughts.

But holy fuck I just realised how off track this got uhm- whoopsies gonna have to tag this with the vent tag cause I feel the need to post this one for some reason. I know I shouldn’t air my dirty laundry like this but the person I’m talking about hasn’t been in my notifications for weeks at this point really so-

[earthtooz]

Honestly? Valid, cats are above names they come when they believe their presence is needed. Good to hear there is at least no extreme weather. Cats are built strong so I believe your cat is thriving and will be back soon..

Also, tumblr mobile? Trash. I say this as someone who usually only uses tumblr on my phone, absolutely no reason to be this cluttered and bad. For some reason it also limits what you can do to your profile?? Absolutely horrid set up 👊😔

In other news though, I have settled on what I’m going to do with this blank slate blog. I’m mixing two ideas, tracking my interests/fics that I like and tracking my afterthoughts on the many books I own. That would include books I have read way to many times haha (looking at you Harry Potter and Percy Jackson) but it will just be a fun little thing to do. I also changed my user! From jarsofleaves to jarsofmoss. I like it better 😅 how are you doing Earth? - 🪷

okay sorry i've been letting this one marinate for a while lMFAO, at least i'm back with a tasteful response.

ANYWAYS. yeah i don't think that cat is coming bakc ngl i think he's out travelling the world 🌎 ... wish that were me. i just hope he's having a good time whilst doing it :,( okay let's move on from this cat talk because if i think too much abt it i will get sad and i don't like thinking too so it's a win-win for me!

YES forever hate tumblr. not even just mobile like WHY ARE WE STUCK WITH ONLY SEVEN UGLY ASS COLOURS FOR POSTS!??!?!?! CAN I GET A CUSTOM RANGE... I KNOW YOU HAVE IT IN YOU TUMBLR... C'MON ....

also those are such lovely ideas for a blog are u kidding... crying and punching the wall i'd love to have a little virtual journal for tracking stuff ;< i would make one but i'm too lazy and i think my priorities lie on this one too much LOL !!!! ALSO I LOVE PERCY JACKSON SMMMMMM I'VE ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A BIG NERD FOR MYTHOLOGY AND SHIT, EVER SINCE I WAS YOUNG AND DISCOVERED TED-ED ON YOUTUBE!!!!

man other kids be out here watching disney channel but y'all know what i was watching??? ted-ed 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

anyways, jarofmoss is a cute username. sometimes i think abt changing my url but it just 1) never works out and 2) i don't have any users to change it to 😭 but i've been doing well thank you for asking! it's been a while since you've sent this ask so... how r u doing, 🪷 anon?

[twigs-sprigs]

the post seabound lloyd comic for the wip thing? 👀

okay. so this one is. i need to explain first before you read. i will say that the ninjago rewrite kai and me have in our heads is supposed to be a little more "mature" than the show. it contains some darker themes and some more realistic behaviors from certain characters. ( this post will contain themes of grief and addiction. trigger warning right here.) so, my friends and i have recently finished watching seabound (as one does!) and @shadesofvermillionvoid and i...well... we CANNOT stop having ideas about things that would happen in that year gap post seabound and pre-crystalized in our rewrite/headcanons i saw the first episode of crystalized, and i was like.. hm... i wonder why kai hasnt gone like.. full sad again like he went red shogun last time someone dear to him died.. like thats his sister.. whats up with that and i went to my friend kai, the one mentioned earlier in this post and i said... hey. what if... kai. actually got... therapy! what if, he had promised to himself. that he would NEVER go back to the pain that being the shogun had caused him. what he took a step back and looked at himself and said "i. i need help. this is too much and i need to talk to someone." so, kai does get therapy (good for him!) he gets a new job, that of training little kids, because kai loves taking care of kids! thats been apparent this whole time, so he takes up this job that makes him happy! and kai's.. getting better! he's handling nya's death as well as he can. he has his rough moments but he kept the promise he made to himself and to his family. meanwhile... lloyd... well. lloyd isnt getting better. at all. no, in fact, hes going downhill and he's going fast. he moves out of the monestary for the first time, he abandons his identity, that of the green ninja, he stops being a leader. he stops caring about the things he thinks define him. he stops caring about his family. he just...cleans windows now. he can't be responsible for anyone. ever. again.

so well, lloyd knows he needs help too. but hes a little bit more.. uh... sloppy. about getting said help. he starts taking anti-depressants, just. medicine. maybe... a little too much of it. and kai. doesnt know that yet. but he wants to be there for his little brother. they meet one day and he sees how disheveled lloyd looks. he sees how out of it he is and how different hes behaving. and... well, when kai says the words "Little brother" to this.. broken version of lloyd. Lloyd doesnt take it well. they have a fight, a fight that results in lloyd saying that he's not kai's "brother" but, kai still tries to be supportive he messages lloyd every day he tries so hard even if hes hurt he cant let lloyd destroy himself like he did one day he even gets an accidental call from lloyd, and helps him though panic before swiftly leaving the next morning. and he still texts lloyd every day hes still trying until...

well until lloyd stops seeing his texts. ------ FUN FACT! i actually made this to show kai the IDEA i had of it. because as you can see i am HORRID at explaining and i just go on and ramble!! so i didnt wanna do that and this is my only other way of expressing myself. its not a GOOD comic and it was never made to be good. it was just made to show kai what i had in mind BDWJKWDW with lloyd breaking his phone specifically

[sanccharine]

02:45 | wy

college au

pairing: wooyoung x gn!reader ft yeosang

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 1.6k 

warnings: unhealthy habits, mentions of feeling numb and angry

a/n: having a mighty shit week and i scribbled this down when i was having a mighty shit time so i thought i’d clean this up and post it,,,,although there is supposed to be more to this with gahyeon,,,,also probably filled with mistakes sorry ;-;

Today was going to be another long day in a week of long days. You could feel it, even before you pulled off your blanket to let the sunlight hit your closed eyelids. 

Dragging your hands down your face, you tried to rub away the exhaustion but with no success. Even pushing your body out of your bed seemed to be a struggle. If it were possible—if it were allowed—you would choose to stay in bed the whole day. Turn off your phone, leave the emails unread, forbid all contact and lock yourself in your cramped studio. It was a feeling deep in your bones, the desire to block the entire world out and imagine that it was only you truly existing in the world. Perhaps time would pause, nature would still and people would disappear and maybe you could breathe a little.

Unreachable and untethered, maybe then you could truly be alone, truly be free. 

But that was not the case. You had chores to do, classes to attend, and assignments to complete. 

Sighing, you threw your legs over the edge of the mattress. The first thing your bleary eyes notice is your messy desk. Your laptop still open, the screensaver bouncing and barely hitting corners. Textbooks as thick as your arm were stacked to the side, some wide open and covered with sticky notes and unfinished flashcards. Highlighters of all colours imaginable were strewn across lined sheets, illegible writing squeezed everywhere, even into the margins. Topic-focused mind maps and hand-drawn diagrams were taped high onto the wall as far as your arm could reach. Between them, just where your sightline would fall was your calendar, hastily cut to only show the last month of the semester. Course codes and assessment titles and bright red markings covered every inch, reminding you that you have no time at all. Very soon, another semester will be completed. 

You let out another sigh. 

Freshen up, first, just brush your teeth. At the moment it was easier thought than done. 

The moment light flickered on in your bathroom, you turned to the mirror and had the great displeasure of perceiving your unruly state. Horrid thoughts fluttered past your mind, the awful impulse to bring down your fist so it covered your bathroom with mirror shards. Instead, you just stared at your reflection; lifeless eyes sinking deep into blemished pallid skin, a prominent frown carved so deep it would soon become your default expression. 

The first thought that flitted into your mind was: you need to eat better! Every diet plan and meal hack your mother had sent came hurtling back to you. The thought made you want to chuckle because to eat better you’d have to eat first. 

Ignoring this train of thinking altogether, you completed the minuscule task of brushing your teeth. Splashing yourself with cold water, you let it bring you back to the ground. You had to complete your essay, you only had a thousand more words left. If you could complete it today, you would buy yourself some time. You will finish this essay today, and you won't eat until you submit it. 

You marched to your desk with newfound determination, already typing in your password into your laptop as you settled down, making sure to disregard the state of your desk. The document was already opened and you began. Though you didn’t last very long. 

Around two hundred words in, you looked over your references again. The ideas were disjointed and underdeveloped, but no problem, you will have to just find a few articles that support your claim. Sentences were repeating, you weren’t adding anything new, perhaps returning to the source material would help. Reading what you had just typed out, you could barely make sense of it. Frustration began to seep in, as you read the question, broke it down to specific points, and then read it again. Wanting to rewrite the two hundred words you had, you began editing, yet nothing came to your mind. Your eyes could see the words on the screen, and your mind could comprehend that these were words because you could read them… yet once they were processed, there was nothing. 

A pretentious font in an unreadable size, all in depthless black atop a harsh white screen. The sight allowed a migraine to bloom by your right temple. When you placed a palm to your face, you felt just how warm you had gotten and as you blinked white spots flitted across your vision. Only when you opened your mouth to take in air a little faster did you realize that you’d been clenching your jaw hard enough to grind your teeth against each other.  

You needed to eat something quick, anything!

It was a terrible idea to push up from your desk so hurriedly because another wave of dizziness hit. You stumbled but made your way to your kitchen sink, panting as you took in its shape. The piles of unwashed dishes overflowed and grime-filled counters were littered with takeout containers. Any thought of eating vanished and was replaced with self-loathing. How could you let your kitchen get to this condition? 

You had to lean onto the kitchen counter, forehead nearly bumping into the cupboard above. Both hands gripping the edge sp your legs buckle underneath you. 

You couldn’t let go now. 

Tears seemed to begin lining the bottom of your eyes when a hurried knock came on your door. In an instant, you straightened. The desire to pretend to be alright trumped the insurmountable exhaustion you felt. Patting down your hair and flattening your pyjama shirt, you approached the door, very much expecting your resident advisor. Only he could wake up so early. 

Taking a deep, wavering breath, you put on the best smile you could afford, very much expecting your resident advisor. Only he could wake up so early. But when you opened your door, you were met by your friend. 

Wooyoung flashed his pearly white teeth in a blinding smile, waving a plastic cover by his face. “Good afternoon!”

“Afternoon?” was all you could get out before Wooyoung forced himself into your home. “No, no, wait! My room is a mess!” 

Completely unbothered, Wooyoung removed his shoes and headed straight for the small dining table at the far right of your room, desolate with unuse. “You missed your morning class today, Sangie told me.” 

Yeosang hated it when Wooyoung called him Sangie, the thought made you smile for a moment. A genuine one. 

“He said he called you,” you were reaching for your phone instantly. Wooyoung was right, it was well past afternoon and beneath the time were almost a dozen missed calls from Yeosang. 

Worried texts from Yeosang and then Wooyoung appear at your door with a mysterious package. “Hold on, you didn’t—!”

“No, I didn’t just make seaweed soup for you. Yunho was craving some earlier, so I decided I’d bring you some leftovers,” he said, taking a stainless steel container out of the bag. Leftovers do not need a container so large. “I knew you would skip your meals, so thought I’d drop by before work.” 

With a quick sweep of your table and dragging your chair by your study desk to the small table, he set your meal. 

“Are you going to the class in the evening?” Wooyoung asked, although completely ignoring your being as he headed straight for the sink to wash some spoons. You couldn't stop him if you tried, so you just let him be. 

“No, I don’t think so,” was all you mumbled as you texted back Yeosang, relaying him the same information. He replied in an instant, ensuring that it was indeed him who panicked and asked for Wooyoung to check on you.

“Sit down,” Wooyoung ordered, as he dried the spoon with a tissue. It was best not to go against your condition, so you did as he said. Dropping the spoon into the container, all he said was, “Eat!”

Looking up at him through your lashes, you chuckled at him. Wooyoung with his hands on his hips and bundled up in his hoodie, waited for you to eat. Once you took your first sip, the tension from your muscles was released. Happy to see you eat, Wooyoung ignored your cries and whisked away to do your dishes quickly. 

Before you knew it, you had dropped the spoon and downed the thing with only dregs left. It was strange how a home-cooked meal could actually energize you. Wooyoung only smiled proudly before pulling out another container from his bag, you hadn’t even noticed. 

“This is dinner,” he patted the container before pushing it towards you. For a moment, he just stared at you. With a quick scan complete, he nodded. “Can I hug you?”

When you agreed, his arms were already around you. His hoodie provided a warm cushion for your head as he held you in a crushing embrace. The tears you forced to disappear before his arrival made their appearance again. Strangely they spilt, instead, your throat only burned ready to wail any moment yet never allowed you to. Those horrid thoughts from earlier, things you didn’t know why your mind was coming up with, rushed back to you, even in this moment of comfort. And as if knowing your innermost turmoil, Wooyoung nuzzles his chin into the top of your crown, that was when you wrapped your arms around him. 

“Take care of yourself, okay?” With a gentle kiss to your temple, he began to pull away. “Let me or Yeosang know if you need anything else.”

Wooyoung only let you go when you nodded. With one last parting pat, he was already putting on his shoes and headed out your door.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: no grade is more important than your health, if anyone needs to hear it, here it is. i need it tattooed into my retinas. so drink some water, eat some food, and take a break. probably will finish the gahyeon part later and post it, hope everyone has a good day/night !

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

[rommahh]

Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

[mountswhore]

Could you please do something where Y/n is in LM and mason gets invited to go to a concert because he’s friends with Alex so he brings him along and he watches how y/n interacts with the girls and the crown and then they meet up after the concert is over and asked to go on a date

Or

Could you do something where mason takes summer and his family to one of your concerts and you a mason have been friends for a while and summer is a big fan of y/n and the girls so when the concert is over they go backstage and summer meets y/n and always want to be with y/n never letting her doing something alone so she stays with y/n for a bit until they need to go home and she gets upset that she’s leaving y/n

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲 — mason mount

summary: perrie and alex devise a plan to get you and mason together.

notes: requests are OPEN + i had no idea how to link alex and mason together apart from england nt <3

"It should work, she fancies the pants off of him," Perrie spoke quietly into her phone, side-eying you from the corner of the hall. The four of you were rehearsing for your upcoming promotional tour, and you were recapping one last time before your first show this weekend.

You gave Perrie a weird look, before talking with the choreographer once more. And moments later, Perrie was back at your side, about to join in as Confetti started playing.

"What should work, Pez?" You asked, an eyebrow raised as you looked at your very suspicious bandmate and friend. But Perrie just smiled sweetly at you, innocently batting her eyelashes.

"Nothing!"

Perrie and her sickly sweet boyfriend, Alex, had made a plan. After months of hearing you gush over Mason Mount, Perrie had contacted her boyfriend about it. And as he, too, is a footballer, he'd quickly gotten talking to his old England teammate.

"What music do you like, Mase?" Alex started a general conversation with Mason over warmups, and Mason kicked the ball back to him. Hopefully he didn't think it was too suspicious to be asking him this.

"If I don't say Little Mix, you and Perrie will crucify me," Mason joked, "so I'll say Little Mix."

The boys laughed, and Alex gave him an amused look. "Is that the only reason?"

Mason had reddened, and tried to avoid his teammates gaze but failed miserably. "What other reason could there be?"

"Hm, I've seen you comment on a few of her pictures," Alex goaded, "any ideas who I'm on about?"

"Okay, fine. Y/N is fit, I'll admit it. Happy?"

"Very. I have a plus one to their first London show in a few weeks, how does that sound?" Alex asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'm in."

The two of you had followed each other within weeks of that conversation, and didn't dare to talk. The two of you were too nervous to even tap the inbox button. And it just wasn't enough, Perrie wanted her sweet Y/N to be in love, and not just because of your songwriting abilities when you were in a relationship. All of the girls wanted to see you happy after your horrid breakup last year.

But now, with the tour coming up, and only the other three knowing about your special guest, you were excited. You loved tour, you loved seeing and singing with fans, you loved visiting the different parts of the world, no matter how intense your job could get.

It was the night of the first show in London. You were backstage, your hair being hairsprayed as you and the girls warmed up. You were feeling the pre-show nerves, hands shaking as you reapplied your gloss. And you could hear the crowd, even behind the closed door.

Perrie was glued to her phone again, like she'd been all day. Every time you'd asked who she was texting, she would say 'Alex' but never what it was about. Of course, you never asked, as you didn't want to know. To calm your nerves, you posted a picture you took earlier of the empty stage during sound check. And within seconds, Mason had liked it.

You'd been admiring from afar, sometimes liking his photos and voting on his story polls. He was so hot, anyone on Earth could admit it, but you didn't have the guts to say anything. Especially not since your breakup, you felt like relationships weren't meant for you.

You'd gone from a nervous mess, to being on top of the world on stage. You were dancing with your bandmates, singing to your fans, and enjoying the atmosphere of the O2. Between Break Up Song and Sweet Melody, Perrie had given you a glance, gesturing down to the very front row. And upon looking, you saw Alex beside none other than Mason Mount. You had lost your breath, turning around to compose yourself, before the song started playing again. And you felt yourself performing differently, you felt more confident, you knew Mason was watching you.

After the show, the boys had come backstage, sitting in the dressing room and talking to you all. You had felt nervous in the presence of Mason, and the feeling was mutual. The girls and Alex had eventually disappeared to the catering room, as you were often the last to finish getting unready.

"You're a great performer," Mason complimented you, and you were blushing as you tied your hair up.

"Thank you," you replied, "my dad's a big fan of Chelsea, so I guess I could say the same about you. He's always saying you're Chelsea's starboy." The two of you laughed, and you felt yourself becoming a lot more comfortable in his presence.

You'd been ready to leave for almost half an hour, but you and Mason were lost in conversation, talking on your way to the taxi. But you didn't want it to end, ever. You wanted to keep talking to Mason.

"You have my number now, so text me when you want. Maybe we can talk over lunch when you're free?" Mason suggested, and you tried everything to keep calm, and just smiled at him.

"Sounds great."

[flosbelova]

I’ll Always Protect You

florence pugh x fem!reader

warnings: mention of death threats.

word count: 1.7k

summary: you and florence had been dating for a while. when she posts you on her Instagram, you receive a bunch of hate comments and florence defends you and your relationship.

request from @the-loving-quotes​

Dating Florence Pugh has been one of the greatest decisions you have ever made in your life. You both have managed to keep your relationship lowkey until she randomly posts you on her Instagram. It was a photo of you looking at this mountain view at sunset from the balcony. She captioned it “My happy place.” 

Your heart started to race as soon as you saw a photo of yourself on her Instagram-- and the fact that she tagged you almost made you pass out.

You looked through her comments and let’s just say most of it wasn't what you would have expected. Some were positive-- for example, there were comments that read:

“OH MY GOSH IT CONFIRMED! I'M SO HAPPY”

“I’m so proud of you <3”

“You guys are the absolute cutest!”

Then, there were comments that weren’t so positive. It was a mixture of homophobic comments and comments that said “Florence deserves better.”

Of course, they hurt, but you didn’t mind at first and chose to focus on the more positive comments. 

-

A couple days pass and you also decide to post Florence on your Instagram. As you hit “post,” your phone instantly started buzzing with notifications. Again, the comments were all a mixture of the positives and the negatives. However, you wanted to focus on the positive side and ignored the comments.

-

You posted Florence on your Instagram story, and you received a lot of DM’s. Although you don’t open your DM’s, you decided to check just for the hell of it. As soon as you swiped to your message requests, you instantly regretted swiping. 

“Kill yourself. You don’t deserve Florence.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard Florence come into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready, darling,” she says, holding a wooden spoon.

“Hm? Oh, right. I’ll be there in a sec,” you respond.

“Is everything alright, love?” she walks towards you with a concerned look on her face.

You take a deep breath. “Yes, everything’s fine.” You clench your jaw hoping Florence would drop the subject.

She pouts and looks at you with worry. Florence knows every little detail about you. She knows that nothing is ever “fine,” when it follows with you clenching your jaw. However, Florence doesn’t like to overstep on your boundaries, so she drops the subject and figures she’ll ask you later. 

“Alright, love. C’mon, let's eat. I’ve made your favorite,” she says, giving you a soft smile.

-

You loved Florence’s cooking and you always made sure to compliment her dishes whenever she cooked. However, tonight was quiet. The two of you sat in silence, quietly eating your dinner. 

You were grateful that Florence knew to get off your back whenever you were in a mood. That’s one of the things that you appreciated most about her, her ability to understand your emotions and how you cope with them. 

You knew that she would eventually ask you what happened as you have both communicated that suffering in silence wasn’t healthy.

You finished dinner early and asked yourself to be excused. You headed to bed as soon as you finished your meal. Florence stayed in the kitchen to tidy up and to give you some more space.

-

Laying on your side, you couldn’t help but to grab your phone and scroll through your notifications. As hurt as you were already, you were too stubborn to gain some self-control. As terrible as that message was, your comment section got even worse. Not only was it filled with homophobic comments, but you were also getting sent death threats. You had checked Florence’s account and pressed on your photo. You noticed that she turned off the comments.

You felt the bed behind you dip as an arm wrapped around your torso.

“Hi,” Florence whispers, and she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you weakly respond. You sigh as you turn your phone off and place it on the bedside table. You turn around in Florence’s arm and face her.

Florence gave you a worried smile and she wiped the tears on your face. You were so busy scrolling through the hate comments that you hadn’t noticed that tears were falling from your eyes.

“Oh, my love.” Florence places a gentle kiss on your forehead. She then looks at you with worry in her eyes. Florence couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind.

“I know you saw the comments,” she begins, “I saw them too. As soon as I saw the hate comments, I immediately turned them off.”

You sniffled and took a deep breath. “I got death threats,” you say, your voice breaking.

“What?” Florence says, appalled. Florence could feel her heart race and feel herself be filled with rage.

“That’s it, I’m making a post, this is unbelievable,” Florence says getting up to get her phone.

“No, please, you don’t have to,” you plead, “it’ll only make things worse.”

“No it won’t, Y/n, I promise you,” Florence says, already typing in her notes.

“You can’t promise me something that you have no control over,” you say coldly.

Florence pauses. She looks over at you, takes a deep breath and pouts. She stares at you for a while, studying your face. Florence is the type of person to defend the people she loves and doesn’t care if it will give her a bad rep. You just so happen to be one of the people that Florence loves, and she will do whatever it takes to defend you and her love for you.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters is that someone I love is being sent death threats, so please, let me say something,” she says, reaching for your hand.

“I really don’t deserve you,” you sigh.

“You do Y/n, you deserve every bit of me as much as I deserve every bit of you,” Florence says, caressing your cheek. 

-

A few days passed and Florence posted a video on her Instagram regarding the hate you had been receiving. 

“To my “fans,” who have sent a tremendous amount of hate to my girlfriend, Y/n, kindly unfollow me. I do not need your negativity towards my relationship with her. The hate you throw at her is hate you throw at me. The death threats you throw at her, are also death threats you throw at me. It is not your place to tell me who I should and should not love, nor is it any of your business. I do not appreciate the comments you have thrown at her. She does not deserve it, and nor do I. I am happy with Y/n. She makes me a better person. So please, leave my relationship alone and stop sending my girlfriend death threats. I will not ask again.”

After watching the video, you were in shock. Even if you had talked about it a couple days prior, you still didn’t expect that she would actually post it. Florence kept the comments on and fortunately, it was filled with massive support from other celebrities. You were grateful.

-

Florence had an interview with Jimmy Kimmel this week to discuss her recent and future projects. Of course, her video regarding your relationship was a topic of discussion. You stayed backstage and watched Florence’s interview from her dressing room.

“Okay, I think everyone here has seen the video that you had recently posted regarding your relationship,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Florence chuckles nervously.

“So tell me, if you’re comfortable, why you had said what you needed to say?” he asks.

“Did you watch the video?” Florence says sarcastically, earning a couple laughs from the crowd. “Um, I figured that I needed to. I mean my girlfriend was getting sent death threats for no apparent reason and it needed to stop.” This earned Florence a clap from the audience.

“That’s fair. God, the internet is so toxic, isn’t it?” Jimmy complains.

“Yeah,” Florence agreed. “Y/n and I had been dating for a while now and we’d managed to keep it lowkey. I just thought that when I’d finally posted her that I wouldn’t receive such horrid comments. Which is why I felt the need to address this because I hate seeing the people I love get hurt.”

A couple people from the crowd “Awwed”

“So, tell me what it is about Y/n that just makes you so in love with her?” Jimmy asked curiously.

Florence smiled as she thought about the things that she loved most about you. “Her smile was something that caught my eyes right off the bat. She has such a kind smile and I would do everything just to keep her smiling.”

The crowd “Awwed” again.

“Also, Y/n is so loving. She won’t admit it because she likes to be that “tough” person on the outside, but inside she’s a big softie. She gives the best cuddles. I also love how she makes me tea every time I come home from filming.”

“Aww, that must be nice. I think we all need a Y/n in our life, right?” Jimmy says.

The camera pans to the crowd who was cheering and nodding their heads.

“Well, too bad, Y/n is only one person and I’m the lucky girl who has her,” Florence says wittily. 

The crowd laughed and clapped.

“Alright, well it was lovely having you, Florence,” Jimmy says, shaking Florence’s hand. “And that’s all for tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

-

On the ride home, you rested your head on Florence’s shoulders.

“You really had to call me out, didn’t you?” you ask.

“Yeah, maybe just a little,” Florence says, making a gesture.

You chuckle and look at her. “Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on?”

“Yes, Y/n, you tell me everyday,” she says, grabbing your cheek.

You smile and close the gap between you. Florence melts into the kiss and moves her hand to the back of your head, running her hands through your hair. You pull away to catch some air and Florence rests her forehead against yours.

“I love you, Flo. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too Y/n. and don’t thank me, you know I’ll always protect you.”

The End

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Crime Child, Taken LITERALLY.

That's so hot that you almost got arrested 💿 anon 😫😫😫‼️‼️.

Request: YESSS!!

Genre: Familal Imagine.

CW: Arrest and some minor talk of murder.

Characters in Post: Philza, Techno, Wilbur, & Tommy.

Description: Your night was shitty, as you rode in the police car you couldn't help but wonder what your family would think.

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” You shouted at the man cuffing your hands. You were frustrated, you didn’t do anything wrong! You didn’t know it was private property! Oh god, what would Wilbur think- not just Wilbur but Dad think? You started to freak out as you and your friend were put into the police car, these men taking you to jail all because the two of you didn’t realize that you were on private property.

Your mind started to soar as the vehicle started to move, your friend attempted to make conversation but… you were lost in your thoughts. You were worried about how your family would think of you once you got out. Would they scold you? Hate you? Or… worse. But you didn’t want to think about all the shitty things that could happen after the fact. All you felt like focusing on was getting into jail.

As you arrived into the horrid place, they offered you and your friend to call your parents before anything else happened. Of course, you jumped at the opportunity, just needing to get this stupid “crime” off of your chest. As you started to dial your home number, you started to shake a bit as you heard a small answer on the other side.

“If this is about those orphans, I don’t know anything about it.” Your brother, Technoblade mumbled into the phone. You took a deep breath as you answered, “Techno, it’s me.” you heard a small pause before the piglin man answered, “I- You’re in jail y/n?” You quickly started to explain the situation of how a night at the grave-yard turned into a police chase. You didn’t realize that this specific yard was privately owned, you thought that since the only fence was of the neighbouring house that it was public and you and your friend could hang out there.

You softly sighed as you finished your explanation, “and… that’s how I’m here. Can you pick me up please?” You heard laughter over the line, confusion consumed your expression as Techno replied, “Trespassing is a lame crime to get arrested for. If you’re gonna get arrested, make it murder.” You softly chuckled at his small quip, you think he’s trying to make you feel better and… you guessed it was working. But then you heard a small breath over the phone as Techno continued, “but yeah, we can pick you up.” you smiled as the policeman looked at you. “Thanks, Tech.” you mumbled as you hung-up the phone.

It took a long while for your family to get there, but when they arrived you could tell that they were just as frustrated and confused as you were. But before you knew it you ended up in the backseat, squished between Wilbur and Tommy. The blonde boy looked over to you, a smirk on his face as he said, “Ya’ know, I didn't think you'd take the ‘crime child’ thing literally.” As your father laughed Wilbur smacked the back of Tommy’s head, a small gasp and arguing starting as your Dad sighed and turned on some music.

Yeah, your night ended up shitty, of course. But your family was there to make it better… in their own special ways. And hey, you wouldn't trade this for the world.