#its EIGHT days out of the month. EIGHT. thats NOTHING

[jorvikzelda]

i, chronic migraine sufferer, when i dont have a migraine for a couple days will go. wow i think i am fixed now and will never have a migraine again :) and then i get a migraine and i go >:O however could this happen to me!!! nobody could see this coming!! least of all me!!

[wileys-russo]

childhood sweethearts (13) II a.russo x reader

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childhood sweethearts (13) II a.russo x reader

the next few weeks seemed to pass by in a blur and before you knew it you'd blinked and it was the end of the month already.

you and alessia went from only texting when you needed something to texting every day, and then calling most nights if you weren't together, speaking about everything and nothing for hours, stomachs often aching from how hard you'd make one another laugh.

you appreciated the way she seemed genuinely interested in your job, asking questions and listening along intently as you recounted your days.

it surprised you to learn that if she wasn't a footballer she might have pursued teaching, though some of the horror stories you'd spun her about your time at uni and on placement steered her well away from that.

your heart warmed seeing how good she was with the kids when she did the friday football program, well all of the arsenal girls were, and with the program a raging success an agreement had been made between the arsenal academy and the school to offer discounted holiday programs for during the break.

you'd gone to see every single one of her games since the last, alessia's heart bursting to see you sat up with her family every weekend with her jersey on and her last name across your shoulders cheering her on just like old times.

and you were even learning to actually enjoy the game, though thats not to say you still wouldn't groan and complain when alessia would flick on a premier league game to watch after dinner occasionally.

her brothers had relentlessly teased her for it but she brushed them off, trying not to take to heart the jokes that if she didn't lock you down soon someone else might beat her to it.

neither of you had dared to broach that conversation just yet.

her mum was thrilled to see how close the two of you had become again, her parents picking you up most games or taking you out for a drink with them all beforehand, and always inviting you to family dinners afterwards.

and in turn your own mum insisted on both of your families coming together again like old times, and it filled you with joy to see how much time she spent with carol once more.

with the short distance between both of your apartments it seemed to become a routine of sorts that every couple of days one of you would drop by to see the other.

nights were spent taking turns cooking for one another, watching movies or sometimes just talking for hours until you'd both realise the time and need to hurry back home.

alessia had been wanting to ask you to stay the night for a little while now, but not wanting to push things too early on and just enjoying your company in anyway she could she'd hold her tongue every time you'd start to pack your things back up to leave.

but you'd always be sure to walk one another home which inevitably ended in the two of you kissing goodnight, and unbeknownst to alessia every single time you did you had to hold your own tongue not to ask her to stay.

you were yet to put a label on anything, and most of your 'dates' seemed to consist of cosy nights in, nothing super fancy or high maintenance.

you'd not clocked any sort of issue with it either, having known the girl for years it seemed almost silly to even feel the need to go out, much preferring how comfortable the two of you were around one another now you were both clearly trying to get things back on track.

well you didn't see an issue, not until rory opened her mouth one afternoon.

"wait you've not gone out? watching movies together or cooking dinner isn't a date!" your best friend rolled her eyes from where she lounged on your bed, having come over to help you with your quarterly closet clean out.

"anything can be a date if its with the right person!" you argued, holding up a dress to your body as her eyes narrowed and she pointed to the keep pile. "maybe once you're actually dating, but last time i checked the two of you were still dancing around that big question!" you blushed a little at her words and threw a cardigan at her.

"oh this is cute! can i have this?" you chuckled but nodded as she dropped it into the 'rory' pile which you knew was mainly the only reason she'd offered her 'help'.

"but anyway. if its classed as a 'date' it needs to be a bit more than just the two of you lounging about one of your apartments, thats just hanging out and one could argue that would be something strictly platonic!" rory pointed as you sighed at her dramatics.

"we make out, thats not platonic." you shot back with a glare as she ooohed. "and do you braid each others hair and swap secrets too?" the girl cooed as you threw a heel at her head causing her to shriek.

"sorry ro and how many relationships have you been in? oh just one? shut up!" you flipped her off and turned back to your clothes. "okay if anything its because i am in a long term committed happy and healthy relationship i can call this behavior out." rory started, pushing herself to sit up more.

"the two of you are acting like a) just best friends hanging out, or b) an old married couple. neither of which i know you want to be! you're both in your early twenties you should be going out and spending time together doing fun stuff! not curled up watching the same movies you've loved since you were teenagers. at least go to the cinema and see something so you leave the house!" rory tossed a pillow at you which you side stepped.

"so what i should ask her out to do something then?" you asked with a small frown, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie, which was actually alessia's hoodie. "yes! do exactly that. not that i can really blame you for not wanting to go anywhere super public with her but theres loads of stuff you can do to get around that." rory shrugged.

"what do you mean you can't blame me for not wanting to go anywhere super public with her?" you questioned with an air of confusion. "well because she's a fucking celebrity you head case!" rory laughed at you.

that took you off guard as you paused your sorting, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed with a frown. "well shes not really a celebrity, shes not like an actor or anything." you challenged more so for your own sake.

"please! elite athletes can be just as famous as actors or singers or whatever, if anything even more so because they're more relatable to the general public. for god sakes she's won the euros and made the finals of a world cup you idiot!" another pillow smacked you in the side of the head as you shot the girl a glare.

"she also does sponsorships, ads, she's a branded athlete with adidas, she has a management agency, she's on a professional contract with a huge salary no doubt, and she plays on a global stage for fucking england!" rory ticked off on her fingers with a scoff.

"well yeah but-" you fell quiet at that, head ticking over as it dawned on you that rory was right. "come on just look at her instagram! as if you don't notice the thousands of people obsessing over her." rory chuckled pulling out her phone.

"i hardly use it! case in point you have to text me to like your posts." you rolled your eyes as rory moved to lay down shoving her phone in your face.

"see? she's got like nearly a million followers and look at how many people interact with her posts. she probably gets like a hundrd dm's a day of randoms asking her out, maybe even from other celebrities!" rory laughed nudging her shoulder into you.

"see she met david fucking beckham and it looks like he's the fan in the picture!" rory gasped clicking into one of alessia's more recent posts.

you knew rory didn't mean anything bad by all of this but as you scrolled through the hundreds on hundreds of comments on alessia's posts you chest tightened with an uncomfortable anxiety you'd not felt before.

"god and then theres tiktok and twitter and whatever else. i liked one video about less and it took me days to get rid of the edits of her on my feed." rory shook her head with a grin, grabbing back her phone off you and switching apps.

"see?" she searched up alessias name on tiktok and your eyes widened even further as she scrolled through the hundreds of edits. "jesus christ she is a celebrity." you exhaled, pushing rorys phone away and collapsing onto your back, moving so your head rested on your best friends thigh.

"well duh, what did you think? she's that same little ten year old playing for the school team with all the boys?" "no! i hadn't really thought about it is all. to me she's just...well she's just alessia."

"and that is very sweet of you but also very naive. i don't know how i'd cope if jack was getting that many girls in his comments, thank god he's just a measly banker." rory joked but at her teasing words you felt a stabbing sensation at your chest.

"but hey what have you got to worry about? all they can do is wish, you've already got the girl." rory shrugged tapping on your forehead as you simply hummed, caught up in your head.

did you have nothing to worry about?

~

you looked up from the pan of vegetables you were frying off hearing a knock at your door, lowering the heat and quickly washing your hands.

"hi lessi." you greeted the blonde as you pulled open the door, stepping aside as she hurried in, the weather below zero this week as she shivered.

"hello, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." alessia sighed happily, your lips meeting sweetly as she pulled your body into hers. "mm no one more." the blonde grinned pecking your lips a few more times making you smile.

"dinners almost done. how was training?" you left her to unravel herself from her many layers as you returned to the kitchen, hearing her join you shortly after.

"this morning? yeah it was good! nutmegged leah like ten times, she was fuming." alessia grinned taking a seat at the bench. "thats when you kick it through someones legs right?" you asked, moving the sauce off the heat.

"sure is, look whose learning. maybe we can get you into a sunday league team next!" alessia winked teasingly as you playfully rolled your eyes. "yeah you'd love that wouldn't you." you grabbed her out a bottle of water from the fridge.

"then i had a shoot this afternoon for adidas, that was fun. i just get awkward in front of the camera but the photographer was really nice!" alessia shrugged casually, taking a long swig of water as you hummed, that weird feeling from yesterday returning as you tried to push it away.

"one to ten, how hungry?" you questioned, two bowls in front of you as you grabbed the rice, having made a stir fry.

"mmm like a six? had a late lunch, some meeting with some magazine about some article. luca said we probably won't go forward with it, they've got a reputation for twisting peoples words to create drama that isn't there." alessia recounted as you again only hummed, a slight frown on your face as you dished up.

"thank you gorgeous." the taller girl leaned in to kiss you in appreciation as you handed her the bowl, eyebrows furrowing a little as you turned your head so her lips met your cheek instead.

brushing it off assuming you were probably just tired after a long week she followed after you into the living room. "no!" you warned as she went to sit on the lounge, lowering herself instead to the floor with a roll of her eyes.

"it was one time." the blonde huffed with a pout as you handed her a small handful of napkins, having knocked over a bowl of soup all over your lounge last week. "one time was enough." you smiled taking a seat beside her.

"get a dining table then and we wouldn't have this problem." alessia pinched your cheek as you mocked her and flicked on the tv. "less!" you complained as she plucked the remote from your fingers, flipping channels.

"nooo." you groaned in realization as she put on a mens game, manchester united playing against some other team you didn't know, only recognising the familiar uniform of the russo's childhood team.

"yesss." alessia mocked happily, sighing as she placed a mouthful of stir fry in. "this is really really good, thank you baby." the girl kissed your cheek again as a comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you ate.

it was during this time that alessia picked up maybe there was something going on with you. normally you'd spend the entire game either making comments, asking questions, complaining about how long halves were or teasing her for 'yelling at the players like they can hear you'.

but long after the two of you had finished eating you were still quiet, eyes not even on the tv as you seemed a little lost in your own world. "hey." you snapped out of it as a warm hand squeezed your knee, looking up into a pair of concerned bright blue orbs.

"you alright?" alessia asked, hand still on your knee as you nodded. "i'm fine babe." you forced a tight lipped smile, gently pushing off her hand and grabbing your empty bowls. alessia watched you go with a frown, now almost certain something was going on for you.

initially she didn't want to force it out of you, but as you both sat up on the sofa now and you subtly shuffled a little further away from her alessia couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

"you don't want to finish it? they're up by two!" you frowned at her as she turned the tv off, turning her body to face you. "i know you said you're fine, but i can tell somethings up." alessia started, reaching out for you as you flinched away.

"see! have i done something?" the girl asked as worry flashed across her face and you shook your head. "no no its just-" you struggled to get out your words, groaning and dragging your hands down your face.

"fucking rory." you muttered cursing out your best friend for causing this swirling sea of doubt in your mind. "you're fucking rory?" alessia misunderstood, pulling her hands back with a frown as again you shook your head.

"no! god no, disgusting." you pulled a face of disgust as alessia breathed out in relief. "its not something you've done, well not...directly?" you winced as the frown returned to the strikers face. "i don't understand."

"okay, well can i ask you something?" "of course." "do you consider yourself a celebrity?"

"thats...a loaded question." alessia exhaled as she thought it over. "i don't personally think about myself in that way but i can see why i'd be perceived that way." alessia answered after a moment to contemplate.

"but why do you ask?" alessia asked both concerned and curious as to where this was coming from. "its stupid." you huffed, falling down onto your back as alessia grabbed your ankles, pulling your legs to rest over your lap, relaxing when you made no move to pull away.

"if its bothering you its not stupid, please." the striker requested softly as you sighed. "well rory was talking to me about how its weird we don't ever go out on dates, and then she made some comment about understanding why i wouldn't want to because you're a celebrity." you paused as alessia nodded for you to continue.

"then she showed me your instagram and tiktok and there was just so many comments and i promise i don't dismiss any of your achievements but i guess i never really took a moment to realise just how many other people appreciated them too." you frowned as everything rolled through your mind.

"see! its stupid. of course you're going to get thousands of comments and fans and edits, you're an international football superstar." you threw your hands up, cheeks burning up a little.

"you jealous of all the fangirls love?" alessia teased as insecurity flashed across your face and she quickly realised that was the wrong thing to say.

"hey no i'm sorry, look at me." soft hands grabbed yours and tugged you to sit up. "first of all, its not stupid." alessia promised sincerely, eyes not leaving yours.

"but it is something we have to speak about, and probably should have already spoken about." alessia sighed in realisation, taking your hands into hers again. "social media is...complicated. people think they know me or i owe them something just because im a public figure." alessia started with a frown.

"every little thing i post gets picked apart whether its of me, a holiday, a place, a friend, my family, anything. people find out which cafes i go to for coffee and show up there hoping to see me, follow me to restaurants when i post im out eating with friends, take sneaky videos when im out in public and post them. it can get very invasive and a lot of people have no concept of privacy or boundaries!" alessia warned as you nodded slowly.

"so i guess if we..." alessia gestured between the two of you with a wince as you nodded to show you understood what she was saying. "...then thats something you'll have to know is there. its not going away, if anything the more tournaments i play in, ads i do, sponsors i get, interviews, articles, club trophies, the attention and the fans and the eyes will grow." alessia spoke firmly, still keeping a hold on your hands.

"but i'm not trying to scare you, i just need you to know that its there. i would always do my best to protect you but some things are out of my hands and out of my control, i can't stop what people think, post, say, much as i wish i could." alessia sighed, bringing your hand up to her mouth to kiss your palm.

"please say something." alessia laughed but it was clearly full of nerves, her face falling as you gently pulled your hands out of hers. "its just, this is all very new. i know you're still you, but i guess the thought of having thousands of people all watching everything you do and picking it apart or obsessing over you and wanting you in comments is overwhelming." you admitted, biting your bottom lip as alessia nodded.

"i know. it overwhelms me too but i promise like you said i'm still me, none of this changes that. and if anything ever bothers you like this please just come talk to me about it, i will always listen." alessia promised, relief flooding her body as took her hands again.

"thank you. i'm sorry for being a downer!" you smiled apologetically as the blonde hurriedly shook her head. "never. but you also did raise another very good point!" alessia started as you tilted your head curiously.

"as much as i love our dinners and movies, we've not really been out on a proper date. so can i please take you out on friday night? i'll be at the school for the program anyway so we could go out right after or we could come back and get ready or we could-" you cut her off as you pressed your lips to hers, silencing her worried rambles.

"i'd love to go out on friday lessi."

~

"someones popular today." you bumped your shoulder into alessias as she broke away from your students who'd been clinging to her all afternoon, leah now running a game as she started to break them up into smaller groups.

"i like kids but i do not know how you deal with all the questions! an angel of patience." alessia sighed bumping you back with a smile. "just an angel in general." you teased, catching the girls eyes quickly flicker down to your lips momentarily.

"excuse me miss russo we are in a professional environment, behave yourself." you warned, kissing her cheek quickly when no one was looking and walking off to calm a small argument which had broken out over team names.

"saw that russo." the smile couldn't even be wiped off alessia's face at katies teasing, the irishwoman standing where you previously had as she poked and prodded at the younger girl.

"so when are you bringing your girlfriend to a team night out then?" katie sung out with a grin. "she's not my girlfriend." alessia sighed, smile dropping as katie frowned. "oh, well no one to blame but yourself there. i see the way she looks at you! smitten." the girl clapped her on the back.

"i want to its just, we've got a complicated history." alessia mumbled with a frown. "ah! who doesn't. all ya can do is not repeat past mistakes. i know none of my exes would turn up to a bar to come pick me up wasted out of nowhere!" katie reminded as alessia winced recalling that night.

"god don't remind me, never again." alessia exhaled with a shake of her head. "well then get your girl russo! you'll never know until ya ask." katie shrugged.

"we're going out tonight, i'm gonna take her to that little darts bar its pretty quiet and i think i freaked her out the other day with the whole thousands of fans thing." alessia then explained the conversation you'd had.

"mm yeah, not something i can offer ya any advice on there less. i've always dated the famous ones!" katie winked jokingly, jogging off as the whistle blew.

"did i hear darts bar tonight? i'll tell the girls!" alessia's head whipped around as beth stood behind her, racing off toward leah before alessia could say another word, the girl throwing her head back with a groan.

"alessia! you're on our team!" she was snapped out of it by small hands gripping at her shorts and shirt, tugging her onto the field as she met your eyes on the other side of the oval, a smile sent her way before you returned to your conversation with your coworker.

it wasn't for another hour that alessia was finally able to track you down alone again, and by this time beth had spread the word and the plan was made, far too late for alessia to say a word as katie gave her a sympathetic look.

"hey! can we talk for a second?" you looked up from speaking with chloe, wishing her a good weekend as she walked off and you nodded, gesturing for her to follow after you back into your classroom.

"did you drive here?" you asked as alessia took a seat on top of one of the desks as you started to pack up yours. "no leah gave me a lift."

"perfect, i'll drop you home and then we can get ready separately. i assume you'll want to drive tonight though?" you smiled teasingly, it being no surprise that alessia preferred to be the driver of the two of you.

"look about tonight-" alessia started, watching as you paused, worry flashing across your face for a moment. "i'm not cancelling." the blonde was quick to assure you as you visibly relaxed a litte.

"we just might need to change the plan? beth kind of overheard me talking to katie about it and then assumed it was a group thing and invited a bunch of the girls and its hardly a date if my entire team is there too and-" alessia started to ramble.

"less!" you cut her off as her face blushed red. "i don't mind if the others are there, really. i know you were excited to show me this place, maybe we could just get dinner somewhere else together and then meet them there later?" you suggested as her face lit up.

"yes! god your mind is brilliant." the striker pushed herself up off the desk, her body suddenly pressing yours against your own desk. "well they don't just pay me for my good looks here." you teased, again catching her eyes flicker down to your lips.

"we're still in a professional environment." alessia stated as if to remind herself more than you. "mm i guess i'm off the clock now, its after four." you grinned, hands falling to clasp either side of her face.

"you know i never thought i'd be kissing a teacher in a classroom." alessia tutted, lips curling into a smile as you let out a laugh. "didn't realise this was something you were into? didn't peg you as someone with a teacher kink." you teased, closing the gap between the two of you.

"only if the teacher is you." alessia mumbled against your lips, hands squeezing your hips as you let out a small laugh, pulling away and hugging her tightly, chin resting on her shoulder.

"i'm gonna miss when this program is over. next term its dancing instead of football!" you groaned quietly, feeling her body vibrate with laughter against yours.

"are you trying to dance with me right now?" you laughed as she started to sway the two of you back and forth. "yeah can't you hear the music? would be rude not to." alessia accused sarcastically, pulling you forward a little and taking your hand.

"i seem to remember you used to be a terrible dancer, two left feet." you grinned as she adjusted your hands, one interlocking with hers as the other rested on your hip, yours on the small of her back.

"hey thats not true!" alessia huffed, eyebrows furrowing in offence. "yes it was, remember when you tried to learn the tango to win a bet and-" you were cut off as her lips pressed against yours again. "we promised never to speak of that again." the girl warned mid kiss, starting to dance with you again.

"oh less!" you winced as suddenly she stepped on your foot, eyes widening as she let go of you and stepped back, but her foot catching on the desk she went flying to the ground.

like a domino effect as her body smacked into one of the desks it toppled over, taking down the entire row as alessia winced each time one hit the ground. a moment of silence passed before your body dropped down to the floor, clutching your stomach as waves of laughter ran through you.

"its not funny!" alessia groaned, though after a moment even she couldn't hold back her laughter, the two of you eventually laid down on the floor unable to stop, wiping away small tears which formed as you tried to calm down.

"oh wow, did your students do that?" alessia gasped as she looked up and saw the galaxy of stars all over the roof once the two of you finally calmed a little.

"no i did, makes it way easier to get them to calm down after lunch sometimes. i turn all the lights off and draw the blinds, then i get them all to pick a star and stand under it, close their eyes count to ten and make a wish for the future. works nearly every time!" you smiled fondly, alessia stealing a glance at you.

"its cool the school lets you decorate like this, i wish our classrooms were this colourful and lively. i might have actually paid attention!" alessia shrugged as you kicked her gently. "you did pay attention, just to my work so you could copy off of it." you poked her with a smirk.

"they give us some freedom just no budget, almost all of this is self funded." you explained as alessia's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "wait really?"

"yeah, a lot of the stuff needed to actually run a cohesive program isn't deemed as so. like name tags, the reading books, plants, most of the stationary, the posters, all bought by me. then activities like when we have snacks on movie days, end of term pizza parties, none of thats covered by the department either." you shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"wait so you personally buy all that stuff?" alessia asked in disbelief as you nodded. "well yeah, just because the department doesn't think these kids need this stuff doesn't mean they don't deserve it. a public school education shouldn't set them back on resources and opportunities compared to a private one just because of money, i like to think im doing my bit to mend the gap when i can." you looked back up to the ceiling with a smile.

"what was that for?" you laughed as alessia quickly pecked your lips. "because teachers deserve more money. but i can't help that so i figured a kiss was the next best thing!" alessia grinned cheekily as you grabbed her shirt, pulling her mouth back to meet yours again.

though as she pushed herself up and moved to hover over you, you leapt away from one another at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

but both of you sighed in relief as you realised it was only leah who stood with a smirk and a bunch of flowers in her hand. "sorry to interrupt. but less left these in my car and i wouldn't want to steal them from their rightful recipient." leah spoke as the striker hurried to her feet.

a silent conversation seeming to be had between the two blondes through a series of facial expressions alessia accepted the flowers and leah sent you a smile before leaving, closing the door after her.

"for you." alessia blushed bright red as you stood, accepting them with your own cheeks tinted rosy pink. "they're beautiful." you swooned, placing them on your desk and pulling her into a tight hug.

"well beautiful girls deserve beautiful things."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

fourteen

[mqnkeyves]

so, i was thinking a fluff one. so its a poly relationship with all 8 if thats okay. the reader always dies her hair and one day she decided to die her hair some other color. she does it at home and the guys help her.

hope its not to much, <3

Thank you for asking me! I know this is really short, I hope you don't mind. 💙💙💙😭😭

I tried to get all of them in here, haha, the dialog isn't really there but I hope it's 2 ur liking!

Ot8 x reader(poly) fluff.

"Nothing is better than doing your favorite thing with your favorite people."

Dying your hair was something you loved to do frequently. It just made you feel different and new every time. In fact, it was really therapeutic for you, and your eight boyfriends supporting you made you love it even more.

You were in bed, bored out of your mind. You haven't dyed your hair in a couple of months, keeping it a dark natural color, you were very busy with college and stuff so you didn't really have time to dye it as you did before... until, one day, you were casually scrolling online and saw a very cool dye you wanted to do(this). Immediately, you felt your eyes light up.

"y/n, are you here?" Chan called out. You smile, you haven't really talked to them more frequently because of your college.

"Uh, yeah, guys, look at this!" You excitedly said, showing them the picture of the hair. "It's been a hot minute since I dyed my hair, then I came across this!" They looked at each other and then chuckled, "Really? It looks cool!" Felix said with his soothing deep voice. "Let's try to recreate it!" Jisung spoke up, smiling.

"Uhh... Do you have the dye for it?" Jeongin asked, you nodded. You keep dye in the cabinet of your bathroom because who knows! Maybe you might wanna do something unique? You take out a pinkish orange color, smiling excitedly, "Okay! Let's do this!" Hyunjin excitedly said, clapping his hands together.

The next minute was full of chaos and giggles. At this point, you were more happy with the fact that you could spend time with them again rather than your hair being perfect.

"If this doesn't turn out right, please don't sue me~" Changbin said, playfully winking at you. You scoff and roll your eyes. After they put the dye in, they look at each other, "So do we blow-dry it?" Seungmin asked, ready to blow dry your hair to ashes. We all shook our heads, "You do do that. You're really going to get sued.." Minho muttered, causing laughter.

Hyunjin went and pressed the pinkish orange dye on my hair, concentrating on the brush stroke, like your hair was a painting. After a few minutes, with jokes, chaos, and getting your hair done(which seemed to be the least of your guys priorities) you finally get your dried. You looked at the finished product. It wasn't perfect, but it was terrible, just a little bit wonky... But that's okay, you had fun, and you got to bond with your eight favorite people by doing your favorite thing. :)

Again, I hope this is 2 ur liking. Have a lovely day!

Please reblog if you enjoy this!

[devilish-parrot]

What if you put the Beatles in a saw trap

waay ahead of you there. ive been thinking about this a few days lol

disclaimer, as of now ive only seen the first five films + saw 0.5. anyway im going to infodump now and include some photos so gore and spoiler warning. btw im not very good at explaining things so sorry if i leave out important context

heres ringo in the famous reverse-bear trap from saw 0.5 and saw i

hes even got his arms up trying to get it off

speaking of ringo, remember this from the 1965 film help!

well, ive been thinking of this alot because it reminds me of a few different traps, namely The Rack from saw iii, which is among one of the goriest and is jigsaws favourite (i think)

so if ringo were placed in a trap, itd probably be in this one ^, which twists ur limbs and head around.

question is. would ringo be able to save himself? well, this trap specifically (and really all* the saw iii traps) arent made for YOU to escape them, theyre made for someone to forgive you and get you out of it

to explain the saw iii traps, or at least the relevant parts so i dont just talk about the film in its entirety (cus 3 is so far the best one even though the traps arent the most interesting part), theres this guy named jeff and a few years ago his eight year old son was killed in a hit n run accident. he becomes consumed with rage and obsessed with taking revenge on timothy young (the man who killed his son and got six months of prison time for it).

jeff is placed in a saw trap wherein he is forced to either forgive a few key people and help them get out or let them die by doing nothing.

the first person he encounters is a woman who was the only witness to the accident. shes in a freezing cold room completly nude with cold water being sprayed at her. jeff has to get a key to unlock her or else she freezes to death

the next person is the judge who gave timothy six months prison who is tied to the bottom of a big silo. beside the silo is a meat grinder that keeps shredding up dead pigs and letting all the remains go all over the judge, so hed eventually drown in pig liquid. jeff has to burn his sons stuff to get a key

and the last person is timothy himself, who is placed in The Rack. jeff has to get a key off of a gun trigger, risking shooting himself (idk how to explain it very well, im a very visual explainer)

*idk if id count the yuri necklace thing as a trap but thats for another infodump

as for the other beatles, i have not thought of them at all because the movies (to my knowledge) have not placed them in crazy contraptions and also..... RINGO...

however, you said "what if you put the beatles in a saw trap".

beatles plural. saw trap singular. a trap with multiple people, that exists.

saw i has the two guys, lawrence and ADAM (<3) in the one beathroom together chained to pipes on opposite ends of the room

saw ii features like, eigth or so people in one big house with multiple mini traps for each person

saw iv has this one trap with two people standing back to back with spikes going through both of them, and one person (lets say, person A) has an advantage, meaning if A pulled the spikes out, person B would die due to how the spikes are placed

saw v has five people in a series of linear rooms with a trap in each room they need to work together on to get out. personally, i think this works best for the beatles to all be in.

so uhhh tldr, if ringo was alone hed be in the rack, but if they were all together theyd be in the saw v house

(im rlly sleepy and i want to get this out today so im not gonna bother trying to find any more images)

[swcctbitter]

[  olivia rodrigo,  demi woman,  she / they,  muse 20,  billie eilish  ] welcome  to  excesstv,  LUSIA “LULU” AMOR DE LUNA  —  or  should  i  say  the  dreamer  ?  …  a  quick  google  search  tells  me  you’re  a  TWENTY - TWO  year  old  MUSICIAN who’s worth $53 MILLION DOLLARS.  you've  called  avalon  home  for  THREE YEARS,  however  something  tells  me  there’s  more  to  you  than  a  flashy  resume  and  penthouse  17A  on  your  door  ?  it  seems  you’ve  managed  to  earn  a  reputation  around  the   city   for  being  ESCAPIST,  yet,  upon  further  investigation  it  seems  you're  also  quite  INNOVATIVE.  but  hey,  thats  the  kind  of  mix  that  keeps  people  guessing.  i'm  sure  as  a  PISCES  you're  used  to  people  commenting  on  your  DALBEN GIOELLI AQUAMARINE RING  /  an elegy for the lost, jamming to songs alone in your room, angel statues over graves, dream pop music playing from another room, the cycle of necrosis.  but  still  we  can't  wait  to  watch  you  flourish  (  or  fail  )  these  next  few  weeks  …  

╰ * STATS.

tw : familial abuse , hospitalization, incarceration + mental illness.

it’s a strange feeling, knowing who you are from a young age. most people spend their lives searching for something to call theirs and theirs alone, but lusia always knew what she was: a musician. and more, what she wants to do —— study the music, gut it from the inside out, inspect the innards and surround herself in the gore. it isn’t the future that her parents have tailored for her, but there is little that anyone can do to convince her that it is an ill-met fate. music threads through her veins and makes her heart beat. without it, she is bereft. so, too beloved by her family for them to deny her, the de luna's change their idea of what lulu’s life will look like.

at the tender age of eight, her parents find their marriage collapsing and her mother scoops her and her brother up and relocates them from the small village of ruidoso, new mexico to albuquerque. still, even in a bigger city, her dad coins her as a music savant by the time she's thirteen, putting her in a small rivalry with her step - father, neil, who tirelessly vies for her mother's attention that is won out by lulu or her older brother joaquin. she is frequently seen with her nose in a book discussing music theory or music history, and for her fourteenth birthday she is gifted her very first ukulele after begging and pleading for months on end. she is seldom seen not clutching a fretboard, mastering the craft with steadfast dedication. although it isn’t what they envisioned for her, she has represented more than most do when it concerns discipline, audaciousness and tenacity. and who better knows that than her own brother?

he supports her at every football game she plays xylophone in and lifts her high on his shoulders, parading her around like his own trophy, and she doesn't mind at all. especially when she gets into her spats with neil. once, when he dares to strike her across the cheek after finding her crawling through her bedroom window with a girl, joaquin does nothing but watch as she takes his baseball bat and slams it into the hood of neil's precious trans am, which does land her in juvie for six months. joaquin's even still there when she receives her bipolar diagnosis from a psychiatrist while in police custody. upon release, reintegrating into teen society is difficult. far more difficult than the strict routine of juvie and the numbing medications they'd force feed her inside —— but when she comes home, joaquin reminds her of her love of music, how it's always been a surefire escape, so that's exactly what they plunge themselves into.

this time, together. they start out slow, with minimally produced tracks mostly utilizing bass guitar and piano. however, the more they create, the deeper the dedication sinks its roots within them. they keep going. days off are nonexistent, all they know is the music. it becomes them. and after she releases her debut single in 2017 at the brilliant age of sixteen, they begin to realize that what's consumed them is beginning to engulf everyone else. it's a tailspin from there on out. mere months after the release of her breakthrough song, she and joaquin craft an excellent ep that receives critical acclaim. she isn't certain what to do with herself at first; the adrenaline rush from the constant stream of attention quickly becomes addicting, but she's reminded too soon that their work is not yet done.

when the time comes, she heralds a debut album that garners her praise from everyone she's ever wanted to impress, including the motherfuckin' grammy's, of which she wins three her first year nominated in the four main categories. she tentatively embarks on a tour, loses her mind slightly, cowers for a few months and painstakingly crafts a song for a blockbuster movie that earns her an oscar for best original song. in the years since, she's ebbed and flowed between tumultuous relationships and evaded the spotlight whenever she can, for her own wellbeing. after releasing two more albums, one while living in the avalon, she's decided to take a small break and indulge in something different. something like... a reality tv show.

[moondancediner]

Hello! How are you??

Can I tell you how much I absolutely LOVE daydreaming?!! I love Bradley and Tess' dynamic and the fluff but also the ANGST in part 2. Tess just wants Bradley to love her but Bradley is just scared and I feel so bad for both of them.

If you are still keen on writing them, could I pretty please request to read more about them before the time that daydreaming took place?

I am obsessed with their first kiss (even though it was only a small part of the series) and their dynamic growing up and how they came to be "together but not officially but we will still be constantly touching, kiss in front of people and struggle to fall asleep without each other."

No stress if you can't but I love them and would love to read and learn more about them.

Enjoy the rest of your week and thank you for writing them :)

Hi babe! First of all, so sorry for how long this took me to get out - you asked this right after I finished Daydreaming and all ideas were just gone from my brain but inspiration finally struck - thank you Adderall.

Anywho, I hope this lives up to your expectations and fits into the DCU (daydreaming cinematic universe) nicely.

that first kiss

is this accurate to the navy? no clue, my husbands a marine so thats all i know

bradley bradshaw is a himbo i will not be taking any further questions

High school sucks. Like, seriously, whoever came up with such archaic bullshit as sitting around for eight hours every day while either someone on the precipice of death or someone young enough to pass as the same age as most of the seniors in the building drones on and on and on about nothing deserves a Nobel Prize for torture methods.

And Prom, what a stupid fucking way to end the year. As if Homecoming and Spring Fling and Senior Night and all the other stupid dances and school functions they've had all year weren't enough, sure let us throw in one more.

Tess kicked small pebbles across the sidewalk while she sulked home and contemplated all the ways that she could drop out early or injure herself severely enough that would excuse her from stepping foot in that hell hole for the next two months, but not severely enough that it would hinder her summer.

Her options were severely limited.

That, and she was way too chicken to purposefully injure herself.

Coming closer to her house, Tess completed her two rituals: checking the mail, and checking the living room window of the Bradshaw house. Both of those things left her with a dark, never-ending pit in her stomach but after nearly 18 years it was hard to break habits. Even if they were completely soul crushing.

The mailbox was full of its usual trashy magazines, bills that Tess had no interest in, coupons for the local grocery store, a letter addressed to her mom from some distant relative, and... absolutely nothing for Tess.

She tried not to let the disappointment consume her but it always did. It was like being swallowed by a tidal wave you could see miles off the coast, knowing full well it was going to pick you up and slam you against the rocky bottom, but Tess sat there anyway, watching the beautiful blue crest into white before her eyes.

Sadly, she was used to the wave, used to it rattling her brain and bones, blurring her vision for a few seconds until the facts of her life took over. She was used to this, used to not hearing from the two people she loved most in this world despite the fact that they left her high and dry more times than any person could count.

Her second disappointment came when her green eyes moved over to the left of her house, expecting to see the bay window open, yellow and white curtains billowing in the slight breeze and a blonde head of sunshine calling over to Tess, inviting her over for a glass of sweet tea and some new cookie she thought up over the weekend that Tess absolutely needed to try.

There was none of that, of course, hadn't been for some years now and the depressing, dark blue drawn curtains of Tess's new neighbors were a constant reminder of that.

She tore her eyes away from that window.

Her feet dragged all the way to her room, hands dropped the mail on the kitchen table for her mom to find when she got home and traced a pattern on the wallpaper up the stairs and to her door.

Tess's room was bright and airy and reminded her of the beach, which was exactly what Carole was going for four summers ago when she came over and declared that she needed a 'bedroom makeover'. Tess tried to tell her she had been watching too much HGTV as they combed the aisles of Home Depot for the perfect shade of blue - something bright but not neon, subdued but not dull, something that reminded you of the sky. But not sky blue. Carole insisted that she had not been watching too much TV but that she enjoyed the North Carolina shores so much she felt they needed to be indoors as well, and Tess's room was the perfect place to experiment.

The memories of Carole were hard to push away. She was her second mother for as long as she could remember. Her and Bradley were always over, the mothers were always together so they were together. She loved him like a brother - or so she thought.

When he left for the Navy, a piece of her heart left with him, a bigger piece than she anticipated. She knew it would be hard with him gone, with Carole gone alone with him, but didn't expect it to hurt the way it did and after many nights of soul searching on her roof the truth hit her so hard she almost rolled off.

She loved him - as more than a brother, as more than a friend, as more than her childhood neighbor.

She was in love with him.

And the realization left her reeling.

But now, she lay on her seafoam sheets, staring at her ceiling fan blow around and around and he was out on a ship somewhere, not thinking about her probably.

"Tess!"

Her mothers voice startled her from her thoughts and she wondered how long she had been laying in her misery.

"You have a letter!"

Nothing else would have gotten her out of bed so fast. She raced down the stairs, a smile involuntarily taking over her face, heart racing at who could've been the one to finally break the silence and respond.

"Who's it from?" She asked, out of breath, snatching the letter from her mother's perfectly manicured hands as she threw herself around the dining room table.

"Hello to you too," she simply said, raising her eyebrows at her daughter. Her daughter who was supposed to be excited and getting ready for prom, but was instead moping about the two men in her life who would never live up to her expectations. She wished she could change them, change everything about their situation, but they were too far out of her grasp of control.

"Mom," she groaned in her teenage defiance. Her mother simply smiled, roughed up her daughters hair, and made for the kitchen to decide what was for dinner tonight.

Tess looked down at the simple white envelope in her hands. She noted the lack of a return address - a good sign if there ever was one and traced her fingers over her handwritten name on the front.

Bradley.

It was his handwriting, undoubtably. The little chicken scratch that was notes passed through class, hidden messages found throughout her room and late nights helping with homework.

Tess's stomach dropped - there could be anything written in this thin envelope. Disappointment, rejection, let downs-

"Just open it, Fess,"

"I'm absorbing the moment," she said, shoulders shrugging quickly, eyes staying on the envelope as she flipped it over. Her mom rolled her eyes but laughed, moving about the kitchen in a practiced rhythm.

With quick, practiced fingers she opened the letter and pulled out one piece of folded up paper. She unfolded the thirds, and frowned to only see one sentence written on the whole sheet.

Come outside already, what are you waiting for?

Confusion covered her face, eyebrows scrunched together. What the hell does that mean!?

Tess looked up at her mother, who only wore a shit-eating grin.

"There's no way."

"Go outside and find out."

Tess never ran so fast. Barefoot, she trampled through the living room and through the front door. The Bronco sat outside, just beyond her perfectly average white picket fence yard and Bradley was there, standing up so his head was out of the roof, waving at her with that smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here!" She yelled, running towards the car. Never, in her eighteen years of life, had she ever been so surprised.

Tess hurled herself across the center console and into his open arms, laughing and screaming as she squeezed as tight as she could. He laughed with her, and the hole in her heart closed up.

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"So, why are you not at prom?" Bradley asked her as he shoved a handful of french fries in his mouth.

"Because prom is stupid," Tess said, feet kicked up on the dashboard, "and I didn't have a date."

"I find it hard to believe that you didn't have anyone who wanted to go with you." The two of them decided to park the car at the beach so that's where they now sat, sharing fries and nuggets while they watched the sky change colors and the waves crash on the empty shore. It was still a little too cold for the beach to be busy and probably too cold for the roof to be off the Bronco, but neither of them cared enough to say anything.

"Well believe it buddy, I am not Mr. Popular like you were in high school." She was far from it. Without Bradley by her side she was quiet and awkward, she kept to herself and her small group of friends and liked it that way.

"Your friends didn't want to go?" He asked incredulously.

"No, they went, but they all had dates so I would've been like a... ninth wheel." Truthfully there was nobody, no friend or cute guy in the universe that she would've wanted to go to prom with over Bradley. A realization that crushed her one day when she went dress shopping with her friends at the mall. She tried to match every dress to his personality, or his eyes, or his smile and every one made her feel empty and sad inside.

None of her friends understood why she couldn't go, they all thought she was crazy for choosing solitude over a party. Even the afterparty - a weekend trip to Myrtle Beach - was out of the question, she knew she would be no fun and didn't want to drag the party down with her.

Bradley didn't say anything. He knew for a fact that the guys he went to school with were practically chomping at the bit to date her, and he knew that she had a tendency to scare them off with her RBF and her ability to be completely oblivious.

"Anyway," she changed the subject, "how long are you home for?"

"Just the weekend, gotta ship back out on Monday, I just hitched a ride with some of the helicopter guys when I heard they were flying out here to pick up some things."

"Sneaky," Tess chastised.

There was a moment of silence, a comfortable silence, while they both ate and watched the waves. Tess thought about how much she missed this, missed him and tried not to think about how much it would hurt again when he was gone.

But Bradley couldn't stop thinking about prom.

"Seriously, not one person asked you?"

"Let it go, man!" Tess threw a couple fries at him that he failed to dodge.

"No! I can't! I just..." he trailed off, shaking his head at the ocean.

"You just what?" Tess looked at his profile, at the scars littering his chin, at the tiny moustache he was growing and that she teased him about for the entire drive but kept to herself that all she could see when she looked at him was that photo of him, his dad, and his mom on their fireplace mantle.

"I just can't believe it, it makes no sense."

Tess sighed, "you're the only person who thinks that." It was her turn to look at the ocean now, to accept the defeat that was her love life.

Maybe it was partly her fault. Maybe she pushed them all away. But it was hard to look at anyone that way when she was so in love with him.

"Tess," she turned and saw nothing but green eyes, "you are the most beautiful, smart, funny, caring, wonderful person I've ever met and every boy in that school is dumber than I thought."

Tess held his gaze for a few more seconds before she had to look away from the intensity. He couldn't really mean that, could he?

"I haven't even had my first kiss yet," she admitted quietly, "how pathetic is that? I'm a senior in high school, I have no date for prom, and I haven't been kissed."

They marinated in the silence for a second, Tess picked at the invisible dirt under her nails and willed the lump in her throat to go away. She heard Bradley shifting around in the drivers seat but didn't look at him until she felt his hand touch her chin, his finger gently coaxing her face towards his and he didn't give her a second to protest before he gently placed his lips on hers.

She felt the prickle of his moustache on her top lip before she even registered what was happening. His lips were so gentle on hers she almost didn't feel them at all and her eyes stayed wide open until her brain was able to catch up to her body and they fluttered close.

Bradley started to pull away, but Tess followed him, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place and put more pressure on the kiss. Bradley followed quickly and neither of them pulled away until they were panting and smiling.

Tess's body exploded with butterfly's and she chased away the thoughts of what was going to happen next, what would happen when he left again because he wasn't gone yet, he was right here, and her world was complete.

[trashbag-baby666]

The Curt and Ken Wedding

What’s Waited Till Tomorrow Starts Tonight (MOTA hs au)

Pt. 2 (nsfw) - Mota Masterlist!

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•The wedding was very much a long time coming event. Back in high school Ken had even made a Pinterest board of his dream wedding with Curt.

•They had been engaged since a little after eight months of Curt being back stateside. However, they really wanted to wait to have an actual ceremony and reception till they were back on their feet. Comfortable in their new house, finish dealing with Curt’s VA problems, make sure both of them were in a healthy mental state for it.

•However, they did get their marriage certificate from the local court house. That way Ken could be under Curt's insurance and they’d both receive his military benefits. Ken hadn't been insured for a hot moment due to his ex. Thats why they semi rushed into it, Ken had a tun of appointments between therapy and just physicals so they could make sure he was putting weight back on.

•Curt found himself a little over whelmed when it came to all the wedding planning. He has undiagnosed adhd, planning had always been a little difficult for him. Ken had kept an organized binder of all their costs and options for everything.

•They originally planned to have it in the empty barn at the Clevens. They lived less than a half mile from them and it wouldn't cost them anything for the venue.

•But Grandma Lemmons got involved when she came to visit. With Grandma Lemmons nothing is allowed to be lowkey. She's a high society woman who dresses in all black all the time and has wore the same pearls for the last fifty years. Some people think she may have killed her husband...

•She finds the best vineyard in the Cheyenne area, she makes them pick a distinct color theme. They go with a light, muted blue and green, as their main theme with white and navy undertones. It's only later on after John points it out. That their colors were their eye colors and yeah he thought that was cute. Curt rolls his eyes and shakes his head but he also thinks its adorable.

•They spend months, and I mean months harness training Cleo. Ken was admit that Cleo and Hum's should be in the wedding. John's the lucky one who gets to be the animal handler but he takes his job very seriously. There's also no such thing as a cat who didn't like John, specially one of his old barn kittens. Ken had asked if he could take her when they moved out. Since this litter of kittens was purely an accident, so they let him go right ahead.

•Brady insisted he make their outfits for the big day as well.

• "Anything you guys want, I'll make for you."

•Him and Ham actually catch a flight out from New York to get their measurements. Brady takes his work very seriously, there's a reason he has a very successful name and has designed for Zendaya before.

•Curt wears his dress uniform for the ceremony but Brady makes him a custom tux for the reception. Ken wears a long lace dress with 3/4's sleeves and a long lace veil. He's that bitch. At the reception he wears a white blazer with white slacks and a lace cropped tank under.

•Come the day of the wedding Ken and his wedding party (Rosie, Gale, Brady, and his grandma) were all at the hotel suit helping him get ready. Brady was more there as the unofficial stylist.

•Curt was back at home with John and Sawyer. (Brady also came by to play stylist for a bit.) John’s also in charge of the animals so he’s the one that gets to wrestle Cleo into her little dress Ken got her. Fortunately, he knew that Hums at least wouldn't fight on the costume. He was a good boy who just got mixed up in his moms wedding agenda.

•Sawyer is making a video diary of their day and every time he brings the camera remotely anywhere near Curt, he's turning into the groomzilla. He knows he's already legally married to Ken but he's finding himself spiraling on about it. He already was panicking about his mom being there, especially on the terms that it was at a vineyard. She promised him she's sober and she wouldn't have anything to drink. But he'd heard that one a million times before. Sawyer assures him he'll keep an eye on her.

•Right before the ceremony is about to start Ken is in the private room trying to calm himself down. Rosies dabbing his tears carefully so his eyeliner doesn't get messed up. Gales rubbing his back and coaxing him down, assuring him that Curt loves him and he's not going anywhere. Every once in awhile Ken gets himself worked up, sometimes triggered by a nightmare or in this case his wedding. He begins to think that everything around him is just some cruel trick by his ex and he begins to spiral.

•Luckily, they get him talked down and Johns near by with Hums and Cleo so they come to see him to calm his nerves.

•Commence the wedding! They had their ceremony outside on the vineyard patio on an early September day. The trees were changing colors, the heat cooling down. Leaving them with the perfect Saturday.

•John and Rosie were Curt and Ken's men of honor. Gale walked Ken down the aisle to 18 by One Direction, the two sharing a strong embrace once at the alter. Gale ordained and Hums brought the rings to them in a little basket.

•There's plenty of laughs in their vows, recounting of times of true love and their silliest memories. Most definitely how thankful they are for each other, they're each others rocks. They're everything to each other.

•Their sealing of the vows with their kiss is passionate. Curt's hands around Kens waist dipping him just the slightest so he doesn't lose balance. Everyone cheers for them, specially John who tries his hardest to whistle. He's not very successful. Rosies cowbell just has to do.

•Ken is easily wine drunk fast while they eat dinner, although the guys will notstop clinking their glasses with their silverware for them to kiss. Easily, he's also drunk off Curts lips. The familiar warm taste, combined with the red wine taste on his lips causing him to want to jump onto him right here. He knew they had big plans for later in the evening...

•Their first dance is to Sweet Creature by Harry Styles

•John is most certainly on the dance floor all night. Similar to his and Gales wedding. At one point he paid someone enough to give him a microphone and he sang Can't Help Falling in Love. Curt shook his head and Gale laughed, Ham for sure filmed him.

•They have a three tiered red velvet cake with cat and dog cake toppers.

"Kenny, red velvet is just chocolate with cocoa powder."

"Yeah but it's fancy that way, Curtie."

•He gave in even if It wasn't his first pick. He wasn't even sure what his first pick was aside from ice cream cake. Trust, Ken had already said no ice cream cake.

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[shockingdread]

big reflection on our job and how much we've gained from it. which is to say we lost so much our health has been destroyed and we have no money to show for it

part of the reason this is being typed is because we havent smoked in a while but for real we have sacrificed everything for this job and gained nothing from it except guaranteeing our parent's roof over our head. except they still constantly threaten us and disrespect us. we're at this fork in the road where we have to decide if we're actually doing what we want with our life and if this job is helping us do that. what we want in life is to transition, a shitty car, an apartment with a friend or two, and a job in game development. we threw our transition into the trash to avoid getting hatecrimed by our coworkers, and health wise we're at our lowest. we're starving ourselves, we're not cleaning our room of food trash and we're getting repetitive infections from unwashed sheets and clothes. we have zero savings after eight months here making 19.50 because we're too paranoid to stay in a grocery store for more than ten minutes without supervision. our only irl friend moved so we cant ask her for help anymore, our family knows that we struggle with paranoid schizophrenia and they think it is funny and do not help. doordash and the local restaurants have scraped like 15k off of us since we got this job. we picked up smoking to try and reclaim some sort of control over our body, as a weird "fuck you" to our parents and anyone who tells us how to live our life, and its ended with us getting thru a pack every other day. thats like, 40 dollars a week of nj taxed marlboro menthols. we have so little energy at all times, even with our on/off schedule (two days on, two days off, three days on, two days off, two days on, three days off. repeat every two weeks) we cant do anything on our days off because our whole body aches. we cant think through the pain, so we cant even work on our game or do shit other than play tf2 and shoot shit on calls with friends. we're so miserable, we're filling the gaps with cigs and ice cream and excessive amounts of chinese takeout because we're a huge stress eater (but still losing a surprising amount of weight). now that my coworker tore the ligaments in her knee, she's got priority in orion instead of us. so every night has been in blow mold, where we spend so much more energy than we actually have. we're in debt to our own body, and the new girl is fucking everything up and blaming it on everyone around her, and the company's in a hiring freeze right now so if she leaves no one's taking her spot, and its still summer so just going to work burns and the car's AC is fucked so there's no relief from 12 hr nights in the steamy 80 degree factory. when we started working at our other factory job, we said to everyone, "this has to be temporary, i am not gonna last here, i am going to burn out and start making awful decisions and undo what good this is" and not only did that come to pass but it happened significantly sooner than i expected. this job has truly taken everything from us and left us in the negative and im starting to think keeping it thus far has just been like.. sunk cost fallacy. whatever the case is, it's time to start looking for something new asap. im probably putting my two weeks in soon. our sister is trying to help us get groceries now, we're trying to pick up the pieces this weekend. we'll feel it out but get excited for our unemployment

[diarythatihate]

its funny because, when we started dating, he was the one to pursue me first. i only fell in love with him after he asked me out, i was completely enraptured. but after the first year or so once he had me, he stopped pursuing me, stopped pretending to be interested in what i liked, and i had to work three times as hard to make up the difference.

at first i thought it had been the platform. long distance is not easy, and using a laggy app that you were unfamiliar with is even harder, so i switched over to discord as per his preference, which is now my main mode of communication

and then i thought it was the difficulty of planning dates, so i took up planning all of them, scheduling, locations, watching movies together, you name it (of course, at this point i hadn't noticed that i was the only one to bring them up. if i hadn't pushed him to think about it, he never would)

and then i thought it was his drivers license, he had promised me that he really would drive as far as needed just to see me. i think he believed it as a nice thing to think about back then, but when he got it, it never happened and wasnt going to

and then i thought it was his depression. of course he would not talk to me for days at a time and barely say anything when he did, thats typical for when you can barely even get yourself out of bed

when he got medication for it, and had told me it was working, its only then that i had started wondering on why nothing ever changed. maybe he wasnt talking to me because he geniunely didn't like talking to me. everything i said, no matter how much i cut it down, was too long to read.

it was only then that i started thinking that it wasn't the long distance, i was just incapable of being loved

being cut off by my best friend affirmed this(if they didnt want to talk to me anymore, who else would?) after that happened, he was there for me for exactly three days before he got bored again. the only time he would ever be focused on me long enough for a conversation was when i either sent hot pictures(jingling keys in front of his face) or was in mortal danger

at one point i had started to wonder if i should hurt myself just to give him a reason to talk to me, fortunately it never came to that.

i asked him directly, are you interested in me? you know that the long distance wont change in a while, are you even okay with that?

he said something along the lines of "ill think about it". i despise him for that. i wanted him to reassure me.

a few weeks later, or months, i dont know. it got worse. he knew i was all alone, and he never talked to me anyway. i finally asked him one last time "are you even interested in me?"

he never replied, of course he didnt. i told him he should be with someone he actually enjoys being with and broke up with him, he still hasnt said anything.

of course he wouldnt say anything, what is there to add? i was right about everything i said. but its terrible that im not even worth pursuing after five years of being together, im not worth being friends with after eight years of being attached by the hip, im too estranged and unknown to want to be friends with by passing strangers, even when i reach out to them with my whole heart. im not somebody to fight for, and i never was

[softzindagi]

tw: grief, parent in hospice

its crazy, in a way thats increasingly devastating, how i sit beside my father, whose body is “transitioning” as it makes itself ready for its finality. i sit here and i feel utterly bereft, my mom sleeping on the sofa and my family scattered around my house asleep. ive spent the entire day with him, watched my mom cry twice as we prayed for him (and ive never seen her cry on e), telling him we love him and hope he hears it, that he knows it in the care i have given him without reservation for so long. we sit at home, after countless hospital visits and constant moments of thinking this is finally it. but he’s still here, unresponsive but still alive and breathing. maybe he’s waiting for all his family to be here, maybe he knows not everyone is here yet, or maybe he’s giving us the time to be with him, to say our goodbyes. maybe it’s both. i just want him to be without pain, and i know he is in so much pain, his body rigid and lungs wheezing. i write this all to keep this memory, to save it in a way my memory cannot. i think about that often, how i dont remember things well, how i’ll forget so much and not have the memories of him that i should. pictures and videos are my saving grace, but more than that i have the voicemails he’s left. i found one the other day of him, during covid, calling me in a sing song voice, asking me when im coming downstairs to hang out. i cried on the spot, after frantically looking in the deleted voicemails. i thought i did not have anything of him saying my name, of the dad who was fun and loving and not in any pain. a man full of such life, when all these last eight months have given him is nothing but pain and suffering. parkinsons has taken everything from him. i would give anything to see him smile again, for the smile to be like it used to, with full cheeks that haven’t been stripped and sunken, with eyes bright and squinting, not closed and unable to open. i don’t know what i’m going to do when i don’t have him anymore. i am in denial really, the grief has been such a part of these last few months, that its hard to feel anything when i feel like ive felt it all. every bit of decline, every small or large step backwards. being his caregiver has been the hardest thing of my life, but i’d do it again. he deserves that and more. one of my fears as a teenager was my dad never meeting my kids. i’m 27 now, still single and now that fear is coming true. its not something thats been on my mind, but even then i knew he wouldnt. having elderly parents does that to a person. i knew he’d be sick, he’s been sick my whole life. i just hope he’s peaceful and he knows how loved he is in this big crazy family of his. so loved and so beloved. that we did everything we could. i just hope he knows.

[zaenight]

Welcome to act 3

Wanheda commander of death ch1

Its been about Eight to nine months , at least thats what Cordelia thinks , she's starting to lose her since of time , But she knows its been that long since the horde tore down the walls that took them so long to build , since Leah dissapeared , since everything fell apart.

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small smut warning!

"Leah left Brandon , it's been months , Im over it , stop worrying babe im fine." She said kissing his neck , as his hands traced her hips.

"Im always worried about you sexy." Carver stated as She grinded on his leg , he gripped her hips , he then reached up , taking off her bra.

"Well you don't need to , because I have you , I never needed Leah , never , I wanted her to stay , but she always left , now I have to wonder if her and matthew are even alive." Cordelia said , as the two then got into a heated make out session.

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As the two had filled the make shift room , of a very large compound that it took two weeks to find , better then sleeping in trees , with moans as Brandon pounded into Cordelia , who was a moaning mess , static interrupted them.

"Carver , Doc , Pope needs the two of you , says there might be a place full of supplies 16 miles away." Bossie said on the walkie.

"Got it we'll be there , over." Carver said , resting his forhead on Cordelia's .

"Hell of a day." Cordeila panted as he kissed her neck , pulling out.

"We're finishing this later ." He said kissing her.

"You bet we are." Cordelia stated as they got dressed in their attire.

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"Pope said 16 miles west , there's a small town , there better be food or water ." Wells stated , the trio making their way west.

"Your telling me , we're walking 16 miles , better be somthing if we walk all that way." Carver replied.

"We're running low on bandages and medical supplies too." Cordelia stated as the trio continued their journey.

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"Finally , look a few of the houses may have somthing." wells said as the other two looked around.

"Split up and meet back here." Cordelia said telling Carver not to argue with her.

Heading into one of the houses she felt as if someone was watching her.

she looked in the rooms and restroom , nothing , the kitchen however had a few unopened cans of beans and soup , and a few water bottles.

That was all , so she continued her hunt , The boys found similar items , all of them deciding it was time to meet up , all of them had a feeling someone was watching them.

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"Canned food and water , no medicine ." Cordelia stated as the boy showed that they had the same.

All in all , they had 20 bottels of water , and 50 canned foods.

it was fine , untill the two men felt guns on the back of their heads.

"For fucks sake." Cordelia stated as three people around their age came out.

"We don't want to hurt you just put down the bags slowly." The hispanic man with the bow said , he stood behind Cordelia.

"We've been laying low here for awhile , place got overun by walkers twice." The female stated , a slight country accent slipping through.

"Just leave the damn bags and go on your way." the other man stated , he looked to be of philipino decent.

"We can't do that , just let us go before someone gets hurt." Wells stated , Carver and the Philipino man were glaring at eachother , The country girl also tried to diffuse the situation , meanwhile the man with the bow studied Cordelia , as she studied him.

"You think we want to fight , We don't but we have to to survive." He said to her , as she kicked his leg out from under him.

"When I said nobody has to get hurt , I meant you." She stated holding a knife to his neck.

"I would say this turns me on a bit , but im assuming your taken by the fact your boy over there is glaring at me , and the wedding ring is also a giveaway." He smirked as his bow plopped to the ground.

"Well for someone so observant , your very stupid." Cordelia stated as she glanced at the other guy , catching the dog tags he wore

around his neck.

"What if we can help eachother out." Cordelia stated.

"Oh no , I know what your thinking its a bad Idea Cordelia , they could turn on us any second." Carver stated 

to his wife , meanwhile Wells and the mystery woman were looking at eachother with flirty eyes.

"We all get what we want , we get supplies , and if they pass the test , they get a better , more secure place , and look the one holding you has dog tags , they yours?" She said , before asking the man if the tags were his.

"Yeah , twelve years as a sniper." He vaguely stated.

"We should go , it's a long walk." Wells said as the girl helped him up.

"The one with the bow is Raul Mendoza , Dog tags name is Bellamy Foster , but we call him Bell or Half-life , and Im Kirby , Kirby Greene." [ ;) ] , The girl , now known as kirby stated.

"Im Cordelia , you can Call me Doc , This is My husband , everyone calls him Carver , and the one your giving heart eyes is Wells."  Cordelia said shaking her hand.

As the started walking , Carver and Half-life had to be torn apart a few times , the two always got into it , Kirby and Wells were getting a bit close.

Cordelia's inner thoughts were interrupted by Raul , who was messing with his bow , his stare slightly lingering on Kirby.

"You like her don't you ?" Cordelia questioned.

"We slept together a few times , care for her yes , like her , I don't know , beside's she's all up on your friend over there." Raul said as his Soft gaze landed on her.

"So how did you three end up here ?" She questioned.

"Me and Half-life have been best friends since we were born , He left to join the military , got honorable discharge , then the damn apocolypse started , Joined this group a few months later we found this farm , Met Kirby , her Father let us stay , almost kicked us out because of this guy shane , walkers tore the place down , fire was everywhere." Raul said , Cordelia noticed how he would mess with his bow string or How he would mutter stuff under his breath.

"I don't know what to say to that , but I can say that the test will not be easy , you won't even know it's coming , and Pope , he's very , well he's been going on a dark path , I think as this damn apocolypse goes on , we start to lose ourselves even more." Cordelia said As Raul nodded.

"We'll be ready for whatever comes our way." Raul stated.

"You better now lets catch up , CARVER I SWEAR YOU KILL HIM ON THE WAY THERE , WE WILL NOT CONTINUE WHAT WE STARTED !" Cordelia exclaimed as Carver and Half-life were at it once again .

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J.D pardo as

Raul Mendoza

"The archer"

Nicknames : Mendoza , Archer , Muscles

age : 26

(fact this is the 5th time he has been used and the first time he's being the faceclaim of an oc , Both him and Alex meraz are two of my favorite actors and have been used more than once whether it be oc's or their charachters from their respective roles😃)

tracy spiridakos as

Kirby Sterling Greene

Nicknames : Sterling , Greene , widows sister

"The Country girl"

Age : 24

bob morley as

Bellamy "half-life" Foster

nicknames : Bell , Half-life , foster

"The sniper"

age : 29

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What do you think of the new members of Wanheda comannder of death , I always wanted to add to the reapers do to the fact I don't know much of the actuall members where as Im able to create my own with newer , honestly I was only going to add one character , but then was like nah I've got three perfect people , and Boom! , they were born.

Thanks for coming to my rambles , and welcome to act 3.

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[eldritchmochi]

listen, when i am not actively dying for this or that reason, i average about 1800 words a day written in about an hour, five days a week. i generally write pretty exclusively during my lunch hour, tho sometimes if im really gripped by a scene or a section, i can tack on upwards of 10+k in that calendar week if i write after work or on the weekends

this is not a flex, this is what shooting for the stars gets you if youre persistent enough. ive been writing more and more consistently for eeh fifteenish years? and for a long time i struggled to get the output i felt i "should" have because no one tells you how to get there. nano is fucking *hard* and i only achieved it my first time because i was stuck at home on medical leave, but 50k by months end doesnt have to be your goal. half of nano's point is to build the habit of *consistency*, half of it is to encourage you get words *out* even if theyre bad, and half of it is to teach you how to pace yourself

i only really write on my lunch break because thats all i need. in those five-ish hours a week, i pretty consistently churn out somewhere near 10k. i take the weekends off to clean my house and run errands and edit. eight years ago (jfc has it really been so long) i got guud at typing on a tablet by writing on the bus during my 2ish hr commute to work. i didnt have a data plan and had nothing better to do, and it was a fucking *struggle*, but 80 words in a trip turned into 100 words turned into 200 words, until i was pretty consistently managing 600-800 in the hourish of usable time

every day

and *then* it occured to me that, ya kno, maybe i *could* nano (and i did, tho the stars were aligned that first time)

so maybe nano is about sitting down every day and writing *period*, no matter if its one word or one thousand. maybe its spending your first 15 each work day with your doc open on your phone and however many words happen, happen. maybe a 50k first draft is a breeze but you fucking *hate* doing the second draft, so you spend the month doing that. maybe you want to get better at short self contained stories, or research, or outlining

nano seems so incredibly hard for most folks because the established (suggested!!) goal is halfway to the stratosphere and theyre starting at the ground, but friends, there are many ways to fly and once youre in orbit, theres so many stars to see

It's so strange to watch people writing 1,500 words a day feel all dejected that they're failing to meet par. I go for months dreaming of a writing day like that. You're doing amazingly well.

[virmillion]

complainin’

[techsriduur]

Save Yourself [P.P]

request status | closed

pairing | tasm!peter parker x reader

summary | peter wants to save the city. you just want him to save himself once in a while. | no nwh spoilers! :)

warnings | angst, violence, shooting mentioned, death mentioned, slight descriptions of gore, not proof read

a/n | god this is so fucking bad i am so sorry LMAO i havent written anything in ages and straight up didnt know how to finish this… also its 1am… gn tumblr

you and peter never fight.

your relationship had been nothing but bliss for nearly a year, and he held your hand every step of the way, just as you did his. you helped him with spiderman things, and he helped you with your things. it was a perfect, harmonious balance between the two - while you were both very busy people, you found time for each-other whenever you could, and managed to make it work.

you and peter never, ever fight - except today.

peter’s spiderman activities started to take more and more of a toll on him this month, and its something you noticed - you asked him to be more careful, and he tried to be. but you could tell he never put himself first.

being selfless was spidermans whole thing, and by that extent it was peters whole thing, too. but you just wished that wouldn’t mean he knocked on your window at 2am with 3 stab wounds that he refused to to take to a doctor, because “that defeats the whole ‘anonymous superhero’ thing”.

you asked him to be careful - you reminded him that his life is important too. but you knew he never really listened.

and thats how you ended up sitting in front of your TV, watching the news report on a shooting going on down town. a shooting that spiderman helped stop. a shooting that killed three people. you know its dumb - your boyfriend stopped tens of these every year - but something felt different. something felt wrong. very, very wrong.

if peter got injured, which of course, he always did, he turned up at your window about 30 minutes after the crime. it had been three hours. no peter, no spiderman, no window tap. you felt stupid, peter was probably fine, just relaxing in his apartment after a hard day of saving people. so, you called him.

six times. no response. you messaged him eight times, pleading him to just answer you - no response.

eight hours. eight hours after the messages, you hear a light, barely hearable, tap on the glass barrier between your room and the grand city of new york. as you run over to the window, your worst fear is confirmed.

your boyfriend is sitting on your fire escape, caked in his own blood, with not one, not two, but three bullet wounds seeping in his shoulder, his leg, and his arm.

“you gonna let me in, or just keep staring?” he says, the sound muffled by your spacing out, and the glass between the two of you.

you dont say anything, you simply open the window and walk off to your bathroom to get your med kit.

as you grab the teal bag, you walk back out to your bedroom, seeing peter laying there, obviously uncomfortable.

sitting down next to him, you began tending to his wounds silently. thankfully none of the bullets got stuck in him, they were all clean shots that went straight through, so only stitches were needed. you cleaned out the wounds with rubbing alcohol, carefully rubbing his delicate skin as peter hisses quietly in the background. you sit next to him, stitching him up and helping him heal for three hours. three, tedious, teary-eyed hours for your lover.

after you had finished, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. you hadn’t said a word to him since he got there. god, you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“you alright over there?” peter speaks, barely above a whisper.

and finally, you look at him. tears fill your eyes as you curl your fists into balls. of course you weren’t okay. you just had to literally stitch your boyfriend back together - after thinking he was dead somewhere in an alley for nearly ten hours. why was he even asking this question?

“i can’t keep doing this.”

the words come out quiet and secretive, as if you barely wanted to say them at all - which you didn’t.

peters face changes immediately, giving you a look of worry, before he sits up from his previous position.

“what?”

you raise your voice this time.

“god, peter, i cant keep fucking doing this!” you nearly scream, tears fully rolling down your cheeks as you run your fingers through your hair, breathing shakily.

“you can’t keep doing this to me. you can’t keep me in the dark for nearly ten hours, not answer any of my calls or texts, leaving me to think you’re fucking dead, until you show up at my window and ask me to stitch you up.” you heave out, before fully sobbing in front of him.

he shakes his head, walking over to you as he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “i’m sorry, baby, i really am- my phone it got smashed, and i got stuck doing something and-”

you push him away.

“you promised you’d stop doing this.” the words come out of your mouth as you look down at your feet, your tears falling on the floor.

he tries and tries to justify his behaviour - “this city needs me,” he says. “i can’t just stop.” he says.

you and peter never fight.

“what do you expect me to do? just sit here and watch you kill yourself slowly in front of me? i cant just watch you do this to yourself, pete. please, i just need you to be more careful.” you yell, your throat growing sore from your sobs.

he squeezes his eyes shut. “you aren’t listening to me. i am careful, shit happens, y/n. i am careful. i’m always careful. careful isn’t enough but i try. what about this aren’t you getting?” he shouts, before pacing back and forth.

and so, you step a line. a line you shouldn’t have crossed- a line you promised you would never cross.

“god, peter i just want you to care about yourself. what do you think will happen to me if you die? to may? i swear, sometimes its like you don’t even think about what bens death did to her.”

and suddenly, everything stops.

peter stops yelling. he stops talking. his previous high, defensive stance turns soft, fragile. he looks at you, betrayal being the only thing you see in those round eyes.

you and peter didn’t fight.

tears fill his eyes as he walks back over to the window, preparing to leave. you can’t do anything but watch. your feet stuck in place, unable to move from your spot on the carpet.

he gives you one last look, before he swings off into the night, leaving you sobbing into your floor, wishing he would just crawl back in, hug you and you could go on with your lives, but that wasn’t the case.

[burger-boy-jones]

You Wrong

Donnie x Female Cheating Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex and swearing and cheating

Song: You Right by Doja Cat

Notes: I would listen to the song as you read, makes it stand out more lol.

(I got a man but I want you)

(I got a man but I want you)

(And it's just nerves, its just dick)

(Makin' me think 'bout someone)

Donnie should have known better, he should have seen the signs.

He is an intelligent man afterall, or so he thinks.

Certainly smarter than his dumb dumb brothers of course but...

This isn't what he expected.

He thought everything was perfect...well as perfect as it could get but yet here he is, standing in front of Leo's room, music playing in the background...has he heard this song before?

Faint moans can be heard coming from it, not that it wasn't outta the norm.

Leo tended to be a horn dog and was pretty upfront about it, and so having guests in his room late at night was nothing new (cough, Usagi, cough).

Yet, what bothers Donatello is the fact that the moans coming from Leo's room sounds just like Y/N's.

His girlfriend.

He doesn't want to believe it, he refuses to and yet...

All the signs are there in front of him.

He doesn't know when this all started between his twin and Y/N.

(You know, I got so much to say)

(I try to hide it in my face)

(And it don't work, you see through)

(That I just wanna get with you)

He should have known better, especially when they asked for Leo to take them home if he was too busy.

Or when they started hanging around his twin more often.

Or when they started talking about him in front of Donnie, without realising it.

He scowls at this fact, not knowing who he should be mad at.

Leo knew Donnie was dating Y/N, they have been together for at least eight months now...well. Have they? He isn't really sure anymore at this point.

He should walk away right now, pretend he saw and heard nothing...and yet he can't.

Why?

What does Y/N see in Leo thats enough to cheat on Donnie for.

He's smart, amazing, talented, he's good at making gifts (minus the gifts he made for his brothers when fighting Meatsweats, they had a small talk about it), he's a good listener, he's patient (only for Y/N however), and so on!

(And you right)

(You Right, I)

(Got my guy)

(But I,I)

(Can't help it I want you)

Another moan can be heard as it knocks him outta his trance.

He frowns in disapproval, realising maybe she left him for better sex? No no no...she would never do that right?

Donnie know's he's in denial but he has every right to be yeah?

Only way to find out, is by learning the hard way.

He knocks on Leo's door, opening it as he takes in the sight before him.

(I can't stop and look the other way)

('Cause I know what could be, babe)

(And you'd never feel the same)

Leo's on top of Y/N pounding into her at rapid speed, moans coming outta her mouth as she opens her eyes for a quick second to see Donnie standing in the doorway.

"Donnie it's not what it looks like!" She yells out, but it only falls on deaf ears.

Donnie's pissed but he already knew, all the signs were laid in front of him.

He slams the door shut as he marches angrily back to his lab, effectively locking his door so no one can come in.

He walks over to his chair, sitting, before he slumps down in it.

What did he do wrong?

(You'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day)

He runs a hand across his face, groaning as he's unsure of what to do. Should he break up with Y/N or be mad at Leo for doing this?

"Dont believe in fairy tales Donatello, they dont always get the haply ending they deserve." Donnie says to himself, rather bitterly he might add.

He desperatly tries to swamp his mind with new inventions to make, hoping it would in some way distract him.

It doesn't.

All he can think about is what he just saw.

Leo on top of Y/N, her clinging onto his shell for dear life as he fucked the life outta her at rapid speed. Moans pouring sweetly from her lips, her face red as sweat drips down her forehead, but yet when her eyes had opened she looked to be dazed and on cloud nine.

He wouldn't be suprised if his twin fucked her with good ole doggy style.

Was sex ever that good between them?

Donnie was a gentle lover when it came to sex, so naturally he would treat her like a proper queen. Now that isn't to say he wasn't down to expirement

(Tryna be all through your sheets)

I guess she wanted more, he mused to himself.

(Have you all on top of me)

(Actin' like its not that deep)

A hurried knock can be heard from his door as he turns to look at it, wondering who it could be.

"Donnie baby please...can we talk!" Y/N yells out.

(I can't tell no one but they all knew)

He scowls at the door, wondering if its a good idea to her in.

He sighs as he figures he should hear her out at least, if she tells the truth of course.

Donnie gets up outta the seat as he makes his way over to his door, overiding it. Y/N thanks Donnie as she walks into his lab, him following behind as she stops and turns to face him.

"I'm so sorry Donnie, Leo tricked me into having sex with him! I never wanted to do that with him, only you! She cries out, startling Donnie at first until he scowls at her.

(I try to hide it in my face)

(And it don't work, you see through)

"Tricked you? How funny and rich coming from you Y/N, since you seem to love tricks, but I don't buy this fake get up your pulling right now." Donnie says through gritted teeth and her eyes widen.

Bingo.

"You've been spending more and more time with Nardo then me! Your boyfriend!" He seethes out.

(Girl, I want you like you want me to)

(I feel that energy...oh, yeah)

Y/N begins to back up as Donnie takes a step forward, his step matching hers. "Don't think I havent noticed the subtle glances you through his way when looking at him, or how you always seem to light up more when Leo enters the room! Let alone when he comes back after taking you home, only to come back in a goofy dazed out way, the same look he gets after SEX!" Donnie says angrily as he backs Y/N into the corner.

"Donnie..." She quivers out, lips trembling as tears stream down her face.

He's had enough...he's heard enough. He got the answer he was searching for.

"Go be with Nardo, cheater." He hisses out as he walks away from a crying Y/N.

(I got a man but I want you)

(I got a man but I want you)

(And it's just nerves, it's just dick)

(Makin me think 'bout someone else)

He leaves his lab in hope of finding someone, or anyone at this point.

That is until he runs into Leonardo.

"Woah D, why you in a rush?" Leo says casually as Donnie just scowls at him.

"I dont know, why dont you go ask your little girlfriend!" Donnie yells out, startling Leo as he pushes past him to go to Mikeys room.

What donnie didnt see was the bewildered look on Leo's shocked face.

(And it don't work, you see through)

(That I just wanna get with you)

(And you right)

[dumbasswhatever]

Can u give us some funnie klapollo hcs? Your content is literally so funny i love how you percieve those two losers

hi i love you. anyways so klapollo is SUCH a good ship bc its just so inherently funny. every aspect of it is hilarious. 

-klavier blatantly flirts with apollo and apollo snaps at him and five minutes later they’re both sitting at their desks with their head in their hands. why did they do that. why do they always do that. sometimes apollo manages to flirt back and klavier will either get so flustered he can’t say anything back, or he just figures “oh herr forehead is so hardheaded he probably doesn’t realize the implications of calling me a snack”

-apollos a cringy lil short king and the first time they kiss, somewhere deep in his mind he remembers the phrase “their tongues fighting for dominance” and he has to excuse himself and leave. he does not deserve to be kissing anyone. much less a world famous rock star

-klavier asks him why he left and apollo cannot explain. he cant do that to this poor man. he cant do that to himself. maybe one day, years later, he will. but for now he just says that he accidentally left his cars engine running

-apollo does not have a car

-klavier knows this

-apollo knows that klavier knows this

-klavier does not say anything about it

-somehow they end up on another date and apollo is half an hour into an explanation of his favorite anime and then he realizes that whoops. hes a half an hour into an explanation of his favorite anime. he apologizes and klavier, simp extraordinaire, says that its fine and he shows apollo the notes he was taking on his phone. then he asks “what’s a mecha?”

-they dont keep their relationship a secret but apollo doesnt actually tell anyone at the agency bc he figures thats just completely irrelevant to their jobs

-the wright anything agency watches in absolute glee as klavier flirts more and more with apollo while apollo doesnt seem to notice or care. they make bets on who will confess first and when

-soon it escalates to the point that klavier kisses apollo on the cheek in front of the rest of the agency and everyones like “??? how does apollo not NOTICE?”

-the rest of the agency feels so bad for poor klavier. how is apollo that oblivious

-klavier is in fact having a grand old time dating apollo. he has noticed that the rest of the agency has been giving him some weird looks. apollo assures him that he hasnt said anything weird to them about klavier

-he has in fact said nothing to them about klavier

-meanwhile over on the prosecutors offices side of things, klavier managed to annoy everyone to death talking about apollo once they started dating. everyone is so tired of it. they barely got five minutes of fun gossip in before klavier exhausted the conversation himself. so no one even brings it up to the wright anything agency. its old news already

-when exactly does the wright anything agency find out about it?

-hmm i havent thought this far

-seven or eight months in, apollo is dressed a bit fancier than usual at work, and trucys like “teehee! have a date, polly?” and hes like “yeah, prosecutor gavin is taking me to this new restaurant”

-bc you KNOW his ass still calls klavier “prosecutor gavin” at work. they could be married with five kids and apollo would still call him “prosecutor gavin” whenever hes on the clock

-so trucys like “WHAT?! like, a romantic date???” and apollo says “yeah?” and trucy immediately begins texting her dad and athena that apollo and klavier are FINALLY going out!

-they dont find out just how long apollo and klavier have actually been dating

-they never do

-apollo never realizes the assumption his coworkers have made

-neither of them realize. god laughs. and if not god, then i am. i laugh