#some of these are on break and/or hiatus n stuff but still

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birds of a feather | daniel ricciardo

face claim: N/A ♡

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pairing: daniel ricciardo x british!reader

cw: mentions of chr*stian horner, singapore gp 2024

a/n: sorry for the long hiatus but i just had to come back and make something for danny. i've loved that man since i got into f1 and the idea that i won't see him on track anymore hurts so deeply. thank you for the memories honey badger, you will always have a place here on tinycoffeeroom <3

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Hi baby.

Hi love.

You sound exhausted, did you not sleep well last night?

Not really, I've been trying to go over strategies with the team, but nothing seems to be working. There's no way I'm getting in the points this week.

I'm sorry Danny, I know how much you've been working on this...

Have you asked them about that power unit thingy you were talking about?

Yeah... they don't have the time to test it and add it in before this race or even COTA.

What about the new rear wing?

Well...

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Anyway, enough about this shit show. How are you, darling? I miss you.

I miss you too, pretty boy. It sucks that this conference overlaps the race, I wish I was there so bad. Just wanna hug you.

Me too, y/n. Me too. I'm coming back as soon as the race is over. At least we have 4 weeks before the next one. Did you manage to book time off?

I did! 2 whole weeks to follow you across the globe watching you strut your stuff! Hopefully we can get Horsey back for the memories.

Blake's been emailing the owner, so hopefully Horsey will make a reappearance. (LAUGHS)

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Oh wait, Helmut's calling me, I'll call you back babe.

Ok! Lemme know what he says!

Always do. Love you.

Love you too pretty boy.

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It had been a last minute decision, choosing to fly out to Singapore. You knew Daniel would never put his own needs above yours, and while the conference was important for your career, he was important to you too.

It had been easy getting everything sorted. By the time you were texting Blake about flying over, he had already sent you a message, a simple "you know?".

A quick email to your boss, a semi lie spun about a family emergency, and a whirlwind of packing bags later, you found yourself sitting in Heathrow.

Your fingers twitched nervously as you checked the time differences between England and Singapore, double checking Daniel wouldn't find it strange if you didn't respond to his texts for the next 13 hours.

Your flight left at 8PM Singapore time, that gave you at least 10 hours before he would wake up for the race.

Blake had sneakily upgraded your tickets to first class so you could sleep comfortably on the flight and be ready to go straight into race day, or night, when you landed.

Tapping your phone awake, you smile at the lock screen staring back at you.

You and Daniel had gone away with a few other couples from the grid, a well needed break from the stress of Formula 1. In the midst of a late night beach walk with Charles and Alex, Daniel had grabbed your thighs, hoisting you over his shoulder.

Your shrieks of laughter had drawn some weird looks from those around you, but neither of you cared. You'd clawed your way back, legs settling tightly around Daniel's waist as his arms wrapped tightly around yours.

You didn't even notice the flash of Alex's phone, too enthralled in the wide smile encapsulating the man holding you, all teeth and gums and happiness dripping from him like sweet honey. A quick peck to the bridge of his nose and then the corner of his mouth was enough for him to lower you gently to the ground, arms still encompassing you tightly. 

The sound of Charles fake gagging beside you finally pulled the two of you out of the lovesick stupor you'd been caught in, eyes roaming the shadows cast across your lover's face from the fading sunset. 

When Alex had texted you the photo once you were back in the hotel room, limbs wrapped around one another in the cool, air conditioned room, you'd chuckled lightly, drawing Daniel's attention. 

"What's so funny?" The hand gripping your thigh draped lazily across his lap squeezed once, thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly. 

Turning the phone to face him, you watched his eyes light up, that same dazzling smile spreading as he took in the photo. 

"Send that to me."

You hummed in response, airdropping the photo to him as he pulled your thigh higher up his lap. As he leaned forward, lips searching for yours under the dim lamp light, you quickly set the photo as your lock screen, no doubt in your mind that Daniel would soon do the same. 

A tannoy drags you back to the present. 

"All passengers for flight SIA324, please make your way to the gate. Boarding will begin in 15 minutes."

Typing out a quick goodnight message to Daniel, you pocket your phone, sighing as you make your way towards what could be the last time you see Daniel in a Formula 1 car.

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replies:

lilymhe 💔 if i knew you were coming to singapore, i would have come too! ↳ ynstagram was a last minute decision sorry babe xx ↳ lilymhe ... don't tell me ↳ ynstagram 🙃

maxverstappen1 how did you get time off?? i thought you were super busy with work ↳ ynstagram claimed a family emergency, even if danny doesn't want me here, i needed to come ↳ maxverstappen1 he needs you y/n, more than i think even he knows

landonorris does dan know you're coming? ↳ ynstagram nope, blocked him from my close friends for a bit ↳ landonorris sneaky, i like it ↳ landonorris see you soon y/n, glad you'll be here :)

iamrebeccad you're coming to the gp??? come to ferrari hospitality if you can!!!! alex misses you 🥺 ↳ ynstagram don't think i'll be leaving vcarb this weekend, we can meet up for brunch soon though 🩷 ↳ iamrebeccad oh... yeah sure, just let me know 💜

blakefriend hope you got to the hotel alright, me and dan are out for his training session, did you get the keycard ok? ↳ ynstagram i did, and the paddock passes. thanks for this blake, i know with everything going on, last minute admin is the last thing you need ↳ blakefriend if it means dan can have some sense of calm in this mess, i'd do it 10 times over ↳ blakefriend we'll be back at 1pm, see you in a few hours ↳ ynstagram 🫡 see you then

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Getting from the airport to the hotel had been easy enough. Piling the bags you had brought from Monaco to London and now to Singapore onto the only trolley remaining, you make your way down to the Arrivals.

Stepping through the automatic doors, your eyes dart between the people around you. Families reuniting with bright laughter and happy tears, lovers sharing intimate kisses under the harsh airport lights. Businessmen already glued to the phone in their hands as they weave through bodies with ease, their bodies twisting and turning like a well rehearsed waltz.

A man in a black suit jacket and oversized chauffeur hat catches your eye, his eyes following your figure as you try to move around the other passengers. You glance down at the large piece of paper held just above his waist. 

“Y/N L/N” is scrawled in large black letters across the paper, chicken scratch that looks very much like Blake’s.

Making your way over, the man tips the edge of his chauffeur hat slightly, reaching a hand out to shake yours. 

You want to apologise for the clamminess of your palms as you accept his welcome, but before you can speak, he’s reaching across to take the trolley from you, his head tilting briefly in the opposite direction.

You follow behind him, feet double stepping to keep up as he expertly navigates the sprawling grounds of Singapore Airport. 

By the time you reach the car out front, a sheen of sweat covers your upper lip and you cringe, feeling your t-shirt slowly cling to your back. 

The man opens the boot, then the back door and ushers you in. The cold air conditioning feels like a welcome home kiss, brushing away the humidity that clings to your skin from the small journey between the airport and the car. By the time the man sits in the driver's seat, your eyes are slipping closed, head lolling against the headrest behind you. 

You didn’t mean to sleep for the entire car journey, but you’d barely been able to rest for more than 20 minutes on the flight, opting instead to cycle through nonsense films to play in the background as the thoughts in your mind waged a war on your emotions. 

It had been a tense 13 hours, trying to work out what had happened on that phone call between Daniel and Helmut. You knew there were talks of him not extending his contract, but leaving mid season?

Your Danny? The self proclaimed and well known Honey Badger, king of late braking and divebombing his grid mates. You’d been with him since the Red Bull days, and even if he wasn’t winning podiums, or even points sometimes, you thought there would be more of an uproar about this from him. 

This wasn’t the same man you’d watch nearly fight a waiter because he refused to bring you a new meal after they’d brought out a completely different dish, the same man who left everything on the tarmac and often dragged you to his trailer post race interviews for a well deserved nap. 

His texts had been despondent, almost like he believed this was the goodbye he deserved. 

That’s the part you couldn’t move past. The idea that he was going to finish his last race without the flair of Daniel Ricciardo, no doughnuts, no grid walk, no party to celebrate the last 13 years. 

After the McLaren debacle, you understood why he chose to fly under the radar. With COVID and the situation with Oscar, he’d been more than willing to slip away peacefully but this was different. 

This was Red Bull. Or the subsidiary at least. The team he’d spent the longest time in Formula 1 with. The team who took him in as a junior, that he’d won 7 Grand Prix’s with, scored well over 1000 points racing for. 

You would have thought that they would have wanted to give him a goodbye worthy of what he had brought to the team.

By the time the chauffeur shakes you gently awake, your mind is no clearer but one thing is for sure. Daniel will not face this storm alone.

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The time of Daniel getting back from his workout was looming slowly. Since entering the hotel room, you’d hopped in the shower, scrubbing the aeroplane smell from you. The suitcases were lined up against the wall and you were currently lazing on the bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tiktok. Every so often, you’d flick to the notification screen, just in case Blake’s incoming text had somehow slipped past without you catching it. 

Your eyes flutter slowly closed, maybe a 10 minute nap wouldn’t hurt. Before you can lock your phone and settle into the plush pillows, a notification pings through. Eyes darting open, you catch the banner notification before it slides up. 

They were in the lobby. 

“Fuckin’ hell Blake.” Scrambling up from the bed, you round the corner and make sure there is no sign of you in the living room section. Your shoes are tucked away in the bottom of the closet, jacket strewn across the chair in the corner of the bedroom. 

The telltale ring of a keycard being swiped rings through the air and you slide to hide behind the wall, heart thumping against your chest. Doubt begins to swirl through your mind. What are you even doing here? What if he didn’t invite any of his family or friends because he didn’t want them to see him go out like this? Would he want you to? 

Loud voices echo through the hallway, Aussie slang thrown about but you focus on the one thick with a Perth twang. 

Your Danny. 

“Mate, I’m just gonna go point Percy at the porcelain.” Blake’s voice grows louder as he walks through to the bedroom. He locks eyes with you, giving you a quick one armed hug as you exchange quiet greetings. 

Once enough time has passed, he gestures with a finger to his lips to be quiet, head popping around the corner to Daniel. 

“Did you bring Y/N’s jacket with you by mistake?”

A confused “No” comes from the living room before Blake leans across you, grabbing the clothing from the chair. He holds it aloft, in Daniel’s line of sight. 

“No idea what that’s doing here, mate. You know I always bring a t-shirt of Y/N’s which should be under the pillow.”

Your heart swells at the statement, you had no idea he’d sneak something of yours with him whenever you couldn’t attend races. The earlier doubts dissipate, you knew right here, with Daniel, was where you were supposed to be. 

“Strange… oh! I know what’s happened.” Blake shoots you a grin before wrapping a hand around your arm, pulling you into the doorway. 

Smiling softly at Daniel, you huff lightly at the way his eyes widen almost comically as he takes you in. Silence spreads through the room, the two of you locked in intense eye contact as Blake slowly moves aside to let you reunite. 

“Hello, my love.”

Daniel’s bottom lip wobbles slightly and before you can process it, he’s launched across the room, almost body slamming you with the force he runs at you with. Arms latch tightly around your waist, his head tucked tightly into your neck, trembling lips resting against your pulse point. 

“What, I, how?” The words are muffled against your skin, the edges of them tear soaked as the collar of your t-shirt dampens to match. 

Carding your hand through his still sweaty curls, you scratch lightly against his scalp. “As soon as you told me, Blake texted me. He booked me on the next flight.”

Daniel’s head pops out from his hiding place, all three of you ignoring the tears smattering his cheeks. He looks across to Blake, who simply shrugs his shoulders, reaching down to grab his gym bag. 

“You needed them, and they needed you. It was a no brainer. Also, don’t get sappy with me, I charged the flight to your business card.” A chuckle follows and he claps Daniel on the back once, nodding in your direction before heading out the front door, the sound of it closing echoing slightly. 

Daniel’s eyes track from the closing door back to you, wide in wonderment. “But your conference?”

Shrugging, you lean forward to press a soft kiss to the apple of his cheek. “Called in a family emergency. There’s no way I was letting you go through this alone.” You lift your hand up to his face, tracing a path across the same cheek you’d just kissed. “I know your parents or your friends can't be here, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you having to deal with everything going on with no kind of support. I know Blake’s here but-”

You’re cut off by his lips covering yours, desperation seeping through as the words die on your tongue. The taste of salt blooms, the tears still dripping slowly from his eyes. Yours join in quick succession. A rushed “I love you” slips from your mouth the moment you part, his own coming straight after. 

The slide of his lips against your own turns molasses slow, the cooled sweat on both of you soon making way for its heated counterpart as you gravitate closer to one another. Warm hands sneak under your t-shirt, the palms cupping the swell of your hips as Daniel whispers words of gratitude through stolen breaths. Your own hands rest against his neck, nails creating slight grooves under the pressure. 

Knowing what will come tomorrow, you take in this moment, second by second. The feel of his sweat slick skin under your palms, the slight stubble on his jaw scratching at your chin, the way his heart beats erratically in his chest pressed close to yours. 

Every part of this Daniel you memorise, capturing each memory in a gold plated frame. You store them away in the evergrowing gallery of your brain dedicated to the man before you, seal them under lock and key for your eyes only. 

You always knew that one day, you’d share them with him. When all the racing was over and the two of you had the house with the white picket fence, or more aptly, the farm with the white picket fence. You’d dissect every moment of him you stored away, stacked one by one for safekeeping. From the moment the two of you met in that busy London street, every grand prix win, every high followed by every low. Just in case he began to forget the man he was, the man he would still be. 

You just didn’t realise that day would be coming so soon. 

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After the race, you’d left Daniel to his own devices. You knew he would want to spend his time wandering around the track, soaking in every moment of what could be his last ever race. 

Grabbing a ride back with Blake, the two of you stick to small talk, neither able to formulate the words you truly wanted to say. 

He’d given you a brief goodbye in the lobby, arms wrapped around you in a tight squeeze before the two of you separated, him taking the stairs and you choosing to ride in the elevator. 

Shuffling through the front door, you kick your shoes off, nudging them next to the other pairs in the entryway. On the way up, you’d sent Daniel a quick text to let you know when he was on his way back. 

Expecting him to respond around midnight, you slowly work through your nighttime routine, opting to wear one of his shirts to bed instead of the pyjamas you’d neatly packed. 

Slipping into bed, you unlock your phone, squinting at the brightness. Still no messages from Daniel, the 1:27am at the top of your phone making you sigh deeply. Reaching over, you plug your phone onto charge before starting up a well loved podcast, choosing an episode you could probably quote from memory with how often you relistened to it. 

As the dulcet voices fall away to background noise, you settle in for the night, head half shoved into the pillow beside you, Daniel’s scent still lingering from this morning.

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Blearily opening your eyes as the other side of the bed dips lightly, you quickly tap your phone to see the time. A bold 3:57am blinks back at you briefly before the screen goes dark once more. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you, sorry babe.” Daniel’s voice whispers in the darkness, hand winding its way around your waist to pull you back to his chest. 

Resting your hand over his, fingers interlocking in the open spaces, you squeeze twice. “s’ok, wanted to see you when you got back anyway.”

Silence follows and before you can roll over to look at Daniel, his face presses into the centre of your shoulder blades, the skin warm through the fabric of the shirt.

“Danny?”

He stays quiet, the hand on your waist gripping tighter. You can hear the way his breath starts to shake on the inhale, the tears from his eyes slowly dampening the back of his shirt currently wrapped around you. 

“Danny, lemme see you.” A shake of his head rustles the shirt. “Baby, please.”

His grip on your waist loosens and you shuffle around carefully, trying to avoid shoving an elbow in his ribs and adding further insult to injury. 

You can hardly make out his face, the small amount of moonlight shining through the haphazardly closed curtains barely illuminating the curve of his cheek. It does catch the glint of his honey brown eyes, tears shimmering along his lash line. 

“Oh, my love.” Your heart breaks at the sight of the man in front of you, a shell of who you’ve come to know and love. The pressure behind your eyes builds, tears threatening to mirror Daniel’s. “C’mere.”

One hand wrapping around the back of his neck, you pull him to lay against you. He burrows in, head pressed tight into the junction between your neck and shoulder, a sombre juxtaposition to this morning. 

“This is the end. Everything I’ve worked for, over. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.” His arm wraps tight around your waist once more, his leg coming to rest between yours. “I’m officially a has-been.” A wet chuckle escapes him, the noise too loud in the surrounding silence. 

You can’t stop yourself from tapping the back of his neck lightly. He knows you hate when he talks like that. “No one’s allowed to talk about the man I love like that.”

His head lifts from your neck to throw you a quick glance. “Even if it’s the man himself?”

Pulling him back to rest against your neck, you run your hands through his hair gently, twirling the longer strands around one of your fingers. “Especially if it’s the man himself. You’re not a has-been, never will be. You’re so talented in so many different ways, there will never be a time you can say you’re past your prime or whatever stupid shit is running around that gorgeous head of yours.” Your fingers tap against his scalp to drive the point home. “Even if you never step foot in one of those cars again, you’ve got your dirt biking, the wine company, Enchante, the 17 other high intensity sports you do that raise my blood pressure every time I watch. You’re smart enough to know how to adapt, and that is what you’ll do. I know it.”

“You seem very sure.” His voice comes out muffled from its spot against your neck, his breath tickling your skin. 

“That’s because I am. I was by your side during the papaya setback, I saw how you came back stronger. That’s what this situation is too, a setback. You’ll find a way through, even if I have to stand by the solution with a flashlight to guide you that way.” 

He chuckles, the edges of his voice no longer tainted with sorrow. “Can you still not say their name?”

You join his laughter, remembering the last time you’d spoken about McLaren. “Last time I mentioned that company, I got a cease and desist. Don’t think Zac was too happy with the way I was deservedly slagging them off.” Your nose wrinkles as you think back to the snottily worded email and attached letter that dropped into your inbox a few days after your last public comment about their shitty management. “So I promised to never let that name slip from my lips again.”

The room falls silent again, just for a moment. The two of you still tangled in an embrace, even as the first prickles of sweat bead against your hairline from the heat of your bodies in the warm Singapore evening. 

Daniel sighs, shuffling minutely to run a hand up and down the length of your side. “I just… I remember when I was 20. Being so excited to get into an actual F1 car, even as a tester. I remember jumping out, seeing that I was the fastest and thinking ‘this is it. This is my chance.’ I wanted to be a Red Bull driver so bad, with every part of me. To win a race, maybe even win a world championship, leave a legacy behind. And now I’ve wasted over a decade of my life with only 8 race wins to show for it. Not even a championship. What kind of legacy does that leave me?”

The sorrow creeps back into his voice, and you have to clear your throat before responding, willing the tears back once more. “A legacy doesn’t have to mean winning a world championship. Or even a race. Think about Jacky Ickx, Stirling Moss, Juan Pablo Montoya. All legends in their own right, but none of them had a world championship. If this was your last race in Formula 1, you leave behind a legacy in your own right. People will know your name for years, even decades to come. King of the late brakers, the guy who always had a smile and a kind word to say about everyone he ever met; even if they didn’t deserve it, the aptly named Honey Badger. Just because you don’t leave behind a legacy in being number 1, doesn’t mean you won’t be up there with the greats.”

Daniel hums, taking in your words, dissecting them one by one. “I’m scared. Where do I go now? Do I even try to come back? Move to a different company entirely? Retire officially and retreat to the farm? I don’t know who I am without Formula 1.”

You take a moment to think about the situation for yourself. A world where Daniel Ricciardo is no longer a Formula 1 driver. It always seemed so impossible to you, the company so deeply ingrained into his being that the very idea of him would cease to exist without it in his life. 

“Truthfully, I don’t know.” Your hand continues to card through his hair, a soothing gesture. Whether it was meant to soothe him or you, you weren’t too sure. “I wouldn’t even know where to start with advice, I’ve never had to walk in your shoes. But that doesn’t need to be something to think about right now. Enjoy some downtime, go home and spend time with your family, race dirt bikes around different parts of the world, go see Scotty and Chloe. The future is still so bright for you, Danny. And I’m just happy that I get to be beside you through it all.”

Slowly, he raises his head from its perch, bright eyes finding yours. Despite the situation, you swear he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. Teeth bitten lips find yours in the dim light, clumsy and fierce, but perfect in its own right. 

“I love you. So fucking much. From the first day we met and you shouted at me for splashing you with a puddle, I knew you were the one. Thank you for never leaving.”

You laugh aloud, remembering how you’d been late for university, umbrella thrashing in the England wind, when a bike had come up dangerously close beside you, running straight through a puddle and covering your jeans in muddy water. 

After a long rant at the rider, you’d looked up into apologetic golden eyes and high cheekbones, and immediately the anger had dissipated. “And I love you. Maybe not from the puddle moment, but you won me over nearly immediately after. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, with you.”

This is the moment. The moment to open the gallery in your mind to the man in front of you. To recall each and every moment you’d captured in glossy oils and remind him of who he is, who he always has been. 

And then Daniel lays his head back down to your chest, lips pressing an appreciative kiss to the shirt underneath, warmth blossoming through the fabric to your skin below. And the moment passes. 

Pressing your head back into the pillow below, you listen to how Daniel’s breathing slows, settling down as he drifts off to sleep. The perfect moment will come back. There’s still time.

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formula1 BREAKING: Daniel Ricciardo to leave RB, the team have announced

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fan what the fuck

fan not danny ric 💔💔

fan we just got him back😭😭😭

fan helmut marko watch your back.

user lol not surprised, we all knew he was washed ↳ fan 123.456.789.012 ↳ user did i just get doxxed?

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ynstagram the man of many names. danny ric, ricky bobby, honey badger and most importantly, the love of my life. i've loved you for 6 summers and i'll love you for 600 more.

in the words of our favourite musical, wherever you go i won't be far to follow. whether it's in the navy of the bulls, papaya of [REDACTED], the bee striped renault or the dazzling white of vcarb, you bring so much light and happiness everywhere you go, and i've been privileged to bask in the warmth of you.

and until the next adventure, i will always be here to remind you of the power and strength you inhabit, the souls you've breathed life into and the happiness you've brought to the sport you love (sometimes more than me) for over a decade.

always and forever, your y/n x

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fan anyone else absolutely sobbing right now?? ↳ fan as if his post wasn't enough to make me bawl, ofc y/n drops this

fan to have a love like y/n and danny...

fan not y/n censoring mclaren, they hate that damn team so much ♥️ ynstagram

danielricciardo my darling, i love you, always and forever ❤️ ↳ ynstagram so excited for our future, whatever it holds ❤️

landonorris thanks y/n max is crying now 👍 ↳ ynstagram 🤣 which one? ↳ maxfewtrell both ↳ maxverstappen1 both

alexandrasaintmleux 🩷 we need another double date when you're back in monaco x ↳ ynstagram do we have to bring them? ↳ danielricciardo on my own dedication post... wow ↳ ynstagram 🤷 gotta show my girl love whenever i can

fan helmut better hide, y/n doesn't play when it comes to their man ↳ fan fr don't let the sappy post fool you, ik they have a hitlist in their notes

fan him leaving before COTA is so messed up, he loves that track 😭😭😭 ↳ ynstagram wish you guys could have seen the special helmet :( ↳ fan OH HELMUT MARKO WHEN I CATCH U!!!!!!! ↳ fan special helmet... pls we need to see i BEG

lewishamilton with you by his side, the future is bright for the honey badger 🤍 ↳ ynstagram thanks lew 🩷 ↳ danielricciardo thanks man :)

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a/n: this is not proof read, so ignore any mistakes. i can't wait to see what danny does in the future, whatever it is, i'll be supporting him all the way <3

[storiesforallfandoms]

icdiwabh ~ joseph quinn

word count: 3688

request?: no

description: after finding out that her recently broken up with ex is already in a new relationship, she puts on a happy face for the public. but she can't do the same with him

pairing: joseph quinn x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty angst, rpf, use of y/n

based on this song

masterlist (one, two, three)

To give her credit, my best friend and guitarist, Chloe, tried her best to keep me from looking at my phone before our show. And it was working. I didn't even think anything of it, just that we were goofing off before a show as usual.

And then my phone chimed with a text from my mom. She always sent me a good luck text before a show. I unlocked my phone to respond, then saw that my social media notifications were blowing up more than usual.

I shouldn't have looked, but you know what they say about curiosity and the cat.

I opened Twitter to see I was being mentioned a lot. Mainly in replies to other tweets, and most of the tweets were along the lines of, "What happened to @(Y/U/N)?" I clicked on one to see what that context was, and was brought to a tweet from Pop Crave.

"Joseph Quinn photographed on a date with Doja Cat," followed by various photos of my ex-boyfriend getting cozy with another woman.

I felt my heart drop and break into millions of pieces.

I know what you're thinking: why would seeing my ex moving on hurt so much? It's not like we were together. We were both free to see whoever we wanted now. But there were a few reasons this news was upsetting; for one, we had only broken up three months ago, which apparently is around the time when these pictures were taken. Second, Joseph had broken up with me due to the fact that I was a singer, which meant we didn't get to spend as much time together as either of us would've wanted. I understood at the time. I mean, of course the break up still hurt, but I kind of knew it was coming when things between us had felt different the last month or so of our relationship.

Then there was the biggest reason: Doja was the woman he told me not to worry about.

I am not joking.

Joseph and I were together when the whole Doja versus Noah stuff happened online. We both laughed about it at the time, and i had jokingly asked Joseph, "Should I worry about you getting stolen away by Doja Cat?" He had wrapped me in his arms, kissed me, and said of course not.

Obviously, that had changed.

Chloe found me just as the tears started to fall. She was quick to hug me and whisper comforting words.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," she said. "But we have to get to the stage."

Performing was the last thing on my mind, but I had thousands of fans waiting for me. I couldn't let them down just because I was heartbroken.

I followed Chloe to take my place. I wiped the tears from my eyes, hoping my face wasn't too red or puffy. Our backstage crew passed me my microphone as the countdown for the show to start started in my earpiece. I took a deep, calming breath, pushing everything out of my mind. As the blinding stage lights hit me, I put on my best show smile.

~~~~~~

The next few weeks were tough. I had to go on a full social media hiatus, meaning I deleted all social media apps from my phone to keep myself from seeing any more updates on Joseph and Doja. Chloe took up posting on my accounts so no one suspected anything. We had already decided the best course of action was to ignore the questions and comments, and to pretend like the news didn't even hurt me.

But it did. It hurt me more than any words could ever describe. Having to go on stage two to three nights a week and sing the love songs I wrote about him made it even harder. I struggled to keep it together on stage sometimes. I saved the emotions for when I'd get back to the hotel or the tour bus. Then I'd be able to cry until my eyes hurt and were too heavy to stay awake.

Some nights were sleepless, though. On those nights, I'd usually just lay awake or try to use one of the streaming services on my phone to distract myself. One night, I found myself too hungry to be distracted. My stomach was rumbling enough that I could hardly hear the show I was watching. After some quick Googling, I found a 24 hour diner that seemed like it would be slow enough for me to go without being recgonized.

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy hoodie with the hood up to cover my face. I put my phone and my hotel room key in my pocket, and left to make my way to the diner.

As I expected, there weren't many people there. Maybe one table with two young ladies sat there, plus the workers. I kept my hood up anyways as I ordered, just in case. The host who took my order did look at me like he may have known who I was, but he didn't say anything.

My plan was to get my food and take it back to the hotel to eat it. But that plan was quickly changed when a familiar British voice said, "(Y/N)?"

I froze. There was no way he was actually here. It had to be a figment of my imagination. A hallucination made up by my misery over the breakup and his quick moving on.

But when I looked up, there he was. He was also in a hoodie and sweatpants, but was doing less to hide his identity. Actually, nothing to hide his identity. I couldn't help but glance around to make sure no one was looking at us or there was no paparazzi that had followed him and started snapping photos.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked, then realized it was a stupid question and winced at myself.

"That's...um...my hoodie."

I looked down and realized that he was right. I hadn't even noticed that I had it, even when I packed it for the tour.

"I was wondering where it went," he said with a little smile.

"Here it is," I said, lamely flourishing my hands. "I'd offer to give it back, but I'm not wearing anything underneath."

I saw him swallow at my comment. I thought I saw a tinge of pink creeping onto his cheeks, but I figured it must've been the lighting or something. There was no way I could still make him blush when he obviously had no feelings for me anymore.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm in town shooting the Fantastic Four movie," he explained. "I just finished a late shoot, so I stopped in for something to eat. What are you doing here?"

"I had a show tonight. I couldn't sleep, and I'm hungry. So..." I did my lame flourish again.

"Oh yes. The post-show adrenaline."

I ground my teeth to keep from saying anything. The weeks of sadness and misery suddenly vanished and became anger. I was angry at him for reminding me that he knew me so well. That we had shared memories on sleepless nights like this. I was also angry that he didn't think our breakup and his quick moving on would be the cause of my sleeplessness. Did he think I didn't know? Or just that I'd be okay with him and his new girlfriend mere weeks after our two year long relationship ended?

I just shrugged in response.

My order was called and I quickly grabbed it. I turned to give Joseph a wave as a goodbye. I needed to get out of there and get back to my hotel room to wallow in my dispair.

But it seemed Joseph had other plans, as he stopped me before I could leave. "Do you want to sit? Maybe...catch up?"

"Is that a good idea?" I asked.

"I don't see why it wouldn't be."

"You don't want your new girlfriend to see paparazzi photos of you with your ex."

There, it was finally out. No more tiptoeing around the topic.

It seemed to have its desired effect as Joseph was now awkwardly shuffling. He rubbed the back of his neck, which was now undoubtably turning pink. "So, you've heard."

"Of course I heard!" I snapped. I glanced around again, realizing I was raising my voice. "Your pictures are everywhere, and I'm being tagged in them cause we never told everyone we had broken up."

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way."

I scoffed. "How else was I going to find out? Were you going to call me and tell me you were dating the girl you said wasn't a threat to our relationship?"

He sighed. Before he could say anything else, they called that another order was ready, and evidently it was his. It was also packed in a to go bag, so he clearly had no intentions of staying either. With any luck, he'd drop this stupid idea of sitting down for a "catch up" and let me leave to deal with all the emptions I was feeling.

But of course, luck was not on my side.

Joseph grabbed his food and turned back to me. "Just...sit with me for 15 minutes at least. Let me explain."

Even though I very much wanted an explanation, I said, "You don't have to explain anything."

"Just...please, (Y/N)."

And that's how I found myself sat in a booth that was tucked away, in the middle of the night with my ex-boyfriend.

It was a bad idea, and I knew that. Besides the fact that I definitely should not be sitting down with the ex that I had been in shambles over for weeks, it was also a bad idea publicity wise. Joseph wasn't trying to hide himself. Anyone could see us and snap a picture, or call paparazzi to make a quick buck. Even with me trying to hide myself, someone would eventually put the pieces together to realize it was me. Then we'd have a whole new shit show on our hands.

I opened my food and started to eat. There was no point in letting it go cold and completely ruin my night. Joseph wasn't as quick to do the same. He was watching me. When I realized he wasn't eating, I made a gesture for him to start talking.

"Is there anything specific you want to know?" he asked.

Well, that was a stupid question. There was a lot I wanted to know. So much so that I knew we'd be here way longer than 15 minutes if I asked it all.

I decided to ask him the most prominent question on my mind: "Did you leave me for her?"

He seemed stunned by my question. "No! No, of course I didn't. Why would you think that?"

I gave him a look. "Come on, Joseph. We both know why I'd think that."

He shuffled in his seat. "It's not like that."

"Then explain it. That's the whole reason I'm sat here."

So he did. He told me he met Doja (he used her real name, which made my stomach churn) at her concert. He had gone with a few friends, and when she found out he was there she brought them backstage to meet her. He swore it was all casual at first, that they were just friendly and were making light of the situation between her and Noah. When things started changing, he swore it was just a rebound thing.

"I never meant for it to become anything more," he insisted. "I was still so hurt. I just wanted something that would take my mind off of the pain."

I couldn't hold back the scoff that escaped my lips. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," I said. "I'm just so sorry to hear that you were hurting."

"What, you don't think our breakup was hard for me?"

"Weirdly enough, no, I didn't think you took things hard when you dumped me."

Joseph sighed. "It wasn't - "

"And you know what else?" I cut him off. "You told me you found it hard for us to be together because of our professions. And, honestly, I understood! If you weren't away filming, I was away touring. If you weren't doing press for a movie or show, I was doing press for an album. It wasn't easy, and while I was willing to go through those strifes for us, I did understand how it could be too difficult for you. But then you turned around, not even a month after you dumped me, and started dating another singer."

He was quiet. He couldn't even meet my eye.

I felt a lump forming in my throat, and my voice cracked as I said, "If you didn't love me anymore, you could've just said that."

He looked up at me quickly. "That's not - "

He was cut off again. Not by me this time, but by his phone. Someone was calling him. When I looked at the screen, I saw her name. It felt like a knife directly through my heart.

I packed my food and stood. Joseph looked like he was going to say something, but I put a hand up to stop him. "Answer your girlfriend, Joseph."

He didn't try to stop me when I left this time.

~~~~~~

As I expected, photos of Joseph and I got out. I didn't know to what extent as I still wasn't back on social media. My manager confronted me about it and I explained what had happened. She wasn't upset as I wasn't the one who hadn't been concealing my identity, and she agreed that the best course of action was just to ignore everything until it blew over.

Another two months passed and the tour finally ended. It became easier to perform as the time went on. Not completely easy, and I did have a night or two where I slipped up and got emotional on stage, but eventually I was able to put the meanings of my songs aside and just performed them for my fans. I knew some nights weren't as great as others, but I got through it, and finally I was going to have a break.

Chloe reluctantly agreed to let me have my social media back. I was still hurting a little, but I told her I couldn't isolate myself forever. It just wasn't healthy. Besides, I would need something to keep me occupied while I was home, besides just watching mind numbing reality TV. She finally relented when I told her she could watch me block the words "Joseph Quinn" and "Doja Cat" on all social media so that I wouldn't have to see any posts about them.

I was honestly surprised to find that I didn't want to look up anything to do with them. For a long time, the desire to know about their relationship was eating away at me. There were so many specifics I felt like I needed to know, but I eventually realized that I was just going to hurt myself further if I looked into them. Of course, I didn't completely stop thinking about Joseph. I didn't expect to. We had been together for two years, almost moved in with one another. I thought we were going to get married. You don't just let that go easily. But at least it was getting a little easier to live in a world where he was no longer mine.

On one particularly nice day, I decided to go out on the balcony to read. It was one of those fall days where the sun was out and there was a little heat coming from it, but not enough that it was unbearable. A slight breeze would blow through every so often, just cool enough to keep it tolerable outside. I was laid back in one of my deck chairs, engrossed in my book to a point that I hadn't heard someone approaching.

"Must be an interesting novel."

I jumped at the sound of a voice coming from my driveway below. I bookmarked my page and sat up to see the last person I wanted to be around. "What are you doing here, Joseph?"

"I just got back from filming."

"Good for you."

"I...I was hoping you were home."

"Well, you see that I am. Don't let the gate hit you on the way out."

"(Y/N), can we just talk?"

I stood from my seat and leaned over the balcony railing to look at him. "We said all there was to say in that diner months ago. There's nothing else to be talked about. Besides, do you want more pictures of us to come out? I'm sure Doja wouldn't be happy to see her man making a personal visit to his ex's place."

"We broke up!"

I stopped. "What?"

"Last month. It was all over social media, or so Lupita tells me." He tilted his head. "You didn't hear?"

"I-I blocked yours and Doja's names on social media so I wouldn't have to see any tweets or posts about you."

Joseph looked at me for a moment before barking out a laugh. I couldn't help but put a hand over my face as I laughed as well. Of course, by trying to block him out completely, I had totally missed the one thing I would've wanted to see.

I was a bit reluctant, but eventually I invited Joseph to come up. He knew his way through my place, he had been there enough times. I sat back down on my deck chair and pulled another one closer to me, as he appeared in the glass doorway. He sat down next to me and memories of all the times we had been out here flooded back to me.

"I wasn't done talking that night in the diner," he said. "I still had so much to say, and I have even more to say now."

"I didn't want to hear it," I admitted. "In my mind, after hearing how you and Doja got together, it just made more sense if you had broken up with me because you didn't love me anymore."

He shook his head. "It wasn't that at all. I never stopped loving you."

I was itching to ask him if that meant he still loved me now, but instead I said, "Then why?"

"I broke up with you because I loved you so much," he said. "Because loving you but not getting to spend time with you hurt so much, and I knew there was no way around that. When I started getting more job offers I knew things were just going to get so much busier for me, and that our already very short time together was going to dwindle down more and more, and I hated the thought of that."

"I would've taken a break," I told him.

"I couldn't ask you to do that. You love making music and performing. I could never ask you to stop doing that, or to change that. I thought the best thing for you would be if you could find someone who wasn't as busy, and who'd be able to go on tour with you and be at all your shows. Someone who wouldn't be in a different time zone basically 11 months out of a year and only be able to call you for an hour max every night."

"But what if that's not what I want?" I asked. "Yes, it was hard not to get to see you all the time, but I never would've traded that for anything else. I was so proud of you for all those roles you were getting, and even if I only got to talk to you for a few minutes, I loved getting to hear what you were doing. Because you were achieving your dream, and I got to be there to experience it. I don't want someone who can be with me all the time, I want you."

I hadn't noticed that we were both sat on the edge of our chairs. We were so close we were almost touching. I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne and it was making my heart skip a few beats.

"I should've talked to you instead of deciding just to end things," he said, his voice soft and quiet.

"You should've," I agreed. "And then if you were going to rebound, you shouldn't have done it with the girl you told me not to worry about."

He awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, not my finest moment."

I sat back in my chair, although I didn't want to. I wanted to keep being this close to him, or maybe to get closer. "So why did you two breakup anyways?"

"She was nice and all, but she wasn't you."

We sat in silence, letting his words sink in. He was looking at me, almost like he was waiting. Maybe I was waiting, too, to see where that confession was supposed to go. After a few moments, my body moved before my mind could comprehend what was happening. I quickly leaned forward, nearly putting myself on Joseph's lap, and started kissing him. He kissed me back immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me the rest of the way onto his lap.

"I missed you," he mumbled against my lips.

"I missed you too," I admitted. I pulled away to add, "But don't think you're completely off the hook. You did still hurt me, you know."

"I know I did. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for it if I have to."

I smiled. "I think I like the sound of that."

He smiled back at me and pulled me back in for another kiss. Eventually, my book was abandoned on the balcony, and the large blinds were closed to keep from anyone being able to see the reunion happening inside.

[mercmorales]

Idol reader x Jujutsu Kaisen hmmm

Y/N is a J-pop idol who was apart of a girl group for a few years

Her parents were Jujutsu sorcerers, so she had decided to become one as well

Problem is, however, she had garnered up a diehard fan base that quite literally cried when she announced she would be taking a break from touring with her group so she could start school again

Two of these fans were Itadori and Kugisaki

“Oh she’s quitting! We’re all gonna dieee!!” Itadori cried out as he kneeled to the shrine he had made in the dormitory common room.

Kugisaki cried as she held a photo book that had been summer themed. “We lost a good one! We’re gonna miss you, L/N-sama!”

“How can you guys cry over a celebrity who isn’t even dead? She’s just going on hiatus ” Megumi said at the two.

Nobara growled at the boy while tears still streamed down her face. “Shut up! You don’t get it!

They did not expect you to start going to school with them

“Okay my students! I am happy to announce that you have a new classmate joining us today!” Gojo said as he held up a peace sign.

Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi whispered to one another about their teacher’s strange behavior. “I think our teacher is on drugs.”

Yuuji nodded at the girl’s statement. “I’ve never seen Gojo-sensei this excited before.”

“He’s finally lost it.” Megumi said with a sigh.

“OI! I AM PERFECTLY FINE AND SOBER THANK YOU!” Gojo said to his students.

Gojo huffed, but his smile returned to his face soon after. “I just wanted to reveal our new student who will be joining us from now on!”

Gojo moved to the side, revealing Y/N. “Hello! My name is—”

“Y/N L/N?!? FROM THE POPULAR GIRL GROUP CHERRY BLOSSOMS?!?!!?!?”

Safe to say that they were extremely excited by the reveal

YUUJI ITADORI

He asked you to autograph all of your merch when you first met

To this day he still has stuff he wants you to sign

He tries his best not to fangirl whenever you’re fighting curses but he ultimately fails

He always tries to figure out how your cursed technique works but he can’t really wrap his brain around it

You sing him to sleep some nights and he sometimes dreams about being on a beach with you :3

If you’re taller than Yuuji (5’8/173 cm.) he’ll be ten times more fanatic around you

NOBARA KUGISAKI

Give her your skincare routine oh my god

She isn’t as crazy as Yuuji but she isn’t sane about you either

You gave her and Yuuji tickets to the show your group was performing in Tokyo since you were going to be there as a special guest

She cried tears when she saw you come out on stage

She loved you even more after that

She loves shopping with you and giving you outfit combinations that she made for you

She shares her clothes with you and you do the same, causing her to wear your hoodies around the dorms and even to go out on small errands (Yuuji gets mad at her)

She likes painting you nails and complaining about how Megumi and Yuuji don’t pull their weight on missions and make the two of you do most of the heavy lifting

You use your idol money to spoil her sometimes and she swoons at that

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Has never heard your music a day in his life

Doesn’t even realize you were an idol. He thought you were a model since your face was everywhere in Tokyo

He listened to your group’s music and said it wasn’t something he would listen to but it was good

He listened to your solo songs

He is now a fan and he buys your merch whenever he goes out shopping and sees it

Unlike Yuuji and Nobara, he treats you like another peer of his

Hard for it to stay mutual when you hear your music being played late at night

SATORU GOJO

Gojo met you when he was sixteen and you were four

He’s always been a good student for you parents and a great babysitter for you (even though he didn’t like babysitting at the time)

When he saw that you were training to become an idol, he was so happy for you but a little sad as well

He thought you would never have time to hangout with your old babysitter who would feed you nothing but sweet stuff

But when you announced your hiatus to continue school, he may have convinced your parents to enroll you into Jujutsu High so he could see you again

He was the one who helped you find your own unique cursed technique at the young age of 9

He found you a microphone and told you to imbue it with cursed energy

The energy was (F/C)! For some reason

He compares you CT to cursed speech since your voice is used a good portion of the time

Property of Mercury Morales. Do not repost anywhere! Thank you! ʚɞ

[duckchu]

If your asks are still open can I request the Heartsteel boys reactions to their S/O overworking themselves? How would they react if reader suddenly faints, gets a nosebleed, covered in bruises cos they keep bumping into stuff half asleep? I just want to see how they would care for someone hehehehehehe Thank you once again, I LOVE READING YOUR STUFF (IonianSunsets here btw teehee)

Omg thanks for the request :3

Idk when you requested so sorry if it was a long time ago (I didn't get a notification and it doesn't show the date of the ask)

Reader is a soloist here since I like writing idol reader lol. If you don't like it, I can redo it

Kayn

It was just another day, you and Hearsteel were set to have a photoshoot together for a magazine, promoting your collaboration single.

He started noticing you were growing restless, drinking way more coffe and energy drinks than usual, but didn't say anything

I mean he wasn't better

Though he did it for different reasons

But today he noticied you were especially clumsy

You kept on bumping into stuff or people. He was getting really worried

Then when you were getting the photos taken, you started swaying lightly.

He quickly rushed to you as you fell

While you woke up quickly, he was still worried, heart racing so hard he was sure he would have a heart attack.

After that the shoot was postponed as Kayn got you home. Surprisingly he didn't speed too hard, not wanting to give you any additional stress.

After that he forced your manager at knife point to give you a well deserved break

And then begged Alune to let him stay with you

She did

He became really soft for a few days, cuddling with you and touching you almost all the time

Don't tell anyone tho

Aphelios

It was just a normal award show

Nothing big

Ezreal and you were the hosts

Honestly you in that pretty dress was the only thing which made him pay attention

Untill he noticed you were slowly starting to stumble with your words and your legs were getting shaky

He wanted to go to you and make sure you were okay but he couldn't just go up on stage

You were just to announce the song of the year category, but the it happened.

You lost your consciousness

The ceremony was put on hold, everyone in the audience shocked.

You were given medical attention and announced a hiatus to rest

After that Aphelios always made sure you were well rested and fed

Would litteraly force you to lay down if he noticied you overworking yourself

Would learn to cook just so he could be sure you ate

Yone

You were just recording the mv for your collab

It was all good, you just finished filming your solo shots when you collapsed on set

Yone quickly got up and ran to you, making sure you were breathing

After you woke up, you thought he was mad at you

He was just so...quiet..almost as if he wasn't here

You didn't know, but he just needed time to process what happened

He takes better care of you after that

To the point of being overbearing

He just wants to make sure you feel well

But if it bothers you, a simple talk with him will solve it

Sett

You were meant to have a special stage with him on a music show

Nothing hard, just cover an old song

But before it began he stopped you

- Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? You don't...look good-

Well that was nice.

He held your arm, looking at the bruises you got from bumping into furniture when you came back home at crazy hours after a tiring day

Then you got a nosebleed. Great.

He didn't want you overworking yourself.

He made you go back to the rest area and get some sleep

Ezreal

He was at a photoshoot when he learned that you have landed yourself in the hospital

He kept on bitching to the other guys about how he had to go visit you and that he can't finish the shoot

Finally they were done with his shit and made Kayn drive him there

He went into your room, worried sick

After you were discharged next day he was with you all the time

Making sure you're not overworking yourself

The rest of the band has to beg you to get him to stop worrying so much about you

When you do, he still texts you all the time to make sure you're ok

K'Sante

You were just chilling at his place when he noticied bruises on your arm

He questioned you throughly

After you confessed to overworking yourself severely

He made you stay the next night and prepared you some body care

Massage, relaxing bath, all that

He understands your job is really demanding, but does want to make sure you take breaks

Hope I didn't disappoint you, love you

Duckchu

[triplefrontierbabe]

Where Were You? Part 3

F! Reader x Benny Miller Series

Summary: following her father's death, twenty one year old Clara Davis returns home to Florida in an attempt to bring some normalcy back to her life. Yet, the people she's been avoiding for five years just might be the people she's been needing to be around all along.

Warnings: mentions of death, smoking, language, drinking, mentions of abuse (vague), age gap.

A/N: so sorry for taking a hiatus from this series, I wasn’t sure if people actually enjoyed reading it

Part 1 | Part 2

It’s the next morning. When you wake up you forgot for a moment that you slept on Frankie’s couch for the night. After taking a few moments to adjust to the sunlight beaming in from outside, you get up and head to the kitchen. Frankie is already there getting a pot of coffee started.

“Good morning, sunshine!” He says cheerily. Of course he’s a morning person.

‘‘Morning.” You say groggily.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you again for letting me stay the night.” You say to Frankie giving him a side hug.

“Anytime, C.” He responds rubbing your shoulder.

“Do you like eggs? I usually do scrambled but I can make whatever you like.”

“Scrambled eggs are just perfect.” You say as you take a seat on a stool at the kitchen counter.

Frankie cracks a few eggs into a pan and lets them cook while he pours you a cup of coffee.

“Milk and creamer are in the fridge, help yourself.” He offers to you. You stand up and walk to the fridge. Right as you’re opening the door, something catches your eye. It’s a picture of you, dad, Will, Benny and Santi from a game night way back when. You’re all seated at the kitchen table, you in the center with the biggest, cheesiest smile on your face. Gosh, that must’ve been close to ten years ago. That night was when you beat all the guys in Monopoly for the first time ever by making them all go bankrupt. Everyone claimed you somehow rigged the game but you attribute your success to the cat game piece. You never lost a game when you played as the cat from that moment on.

“I remember that game like it was yesterday.” Frankie says breaking you away from your trip down memory lane.

“I can’t believe I beat all you old guys at it.” You say laughing at the memory of Santi’s shocked face when he was the first to go bankrupt.

“You know Will used that as motivation for Benny in training.” You look at Frankie with a confused look.

“He would say ‘I know this isn’t the same guy who lost monopoly to a 12 year old girl’ whenever Benny was slacking in training.” Frankie adds. “He hates losing.”

“Of course that would fire him up.” You muse at the thought of Benny getting heated over losing a board game to a teenager.

“That motivation seems to have done him well. You should see him in the ring.” Frankie says mixing the eggs around in the pan.

“That stuff seems intense.”

“Well, yeah, you know how Benny is. He always likes an adrenaline rush.”

You grab the creamer from the fridge and close the door. Coffee has never been your go-to drink of choice for the morning, as you prefer tea. But living paycheck to paycheck in South Carolina taught you to tolerate the taste of coffee simply for the caffeine boost.

As you sit back down at the counter, Frankie dishes you out some eggs onto a plate before serving himself. He stands across from you at the counter still careful of giving you your space.

You eat your eggs in a comfortable silence. Sipping on coffee between bites. Your mind briefly recalls last night’s events and your stomach does a little flip. Anxious about what’s to come next with you and mom. Frankie can read you and your pensive look like a book.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks leaving the question open-ended enough for you to say what you feel fits as an answer.

“There’s not much to talk about.” You say bluntly. “My mom doesn’t like me, that’s all.” You shrug as if this whole ordeal isn’t emotionally exhausting for you.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Your knee-jerk response is to blow off Frankie’s caring nature as that has been your reaction to most people the past couple years whenever you were shown an ounce of empathy.

“I’m just in a tough spot right now. Everything feels new to me yet old at the same time. I don’t know who to trust again. Hell, I don’t even know how to trust again. I know I pushed you all away and I shouldn’t have but I didn’t know what to do.” You begin to say. “And I feel shitty for never answering you.”

“I can’t hold that against you. I can only imagine how tough it was for you.” Frankie says coming around to your side of the counter and sitting at the stool next to you.

For the next thirty minutes you tell Frankie basically everything you told Benny last night. Minus the ex-fiancé part. You can’t bring yourself to break Frankie’s heart with that information. Not now at least.

It feels good to get this off your chest and it feels ever better to be heard by someone for once in your life.

Frankie’s always been there for you. He’s been like a cool uncle or older brother to you. He was always there for you growing up. Whether it was attending a talent show or trying to help you with math homework, he always made an effort to be part of your support system. Even when you shut him, and everyone else, out for years.

As you wrap up your conversation, Frankie walks you to the door. Before you leave he says “you always have a place to stay here whenever you need, no questions asked.”

“Thank you.” You simply say smiling before walking to your car.

When you arrive back home, mom is gone at work, thankfully. You’re dreading whatever encounter may happen when you see her again. You don’t want her to completely hate you but things between you two have never been amazing. You’ve always favored your dad. And when the divorce happened, you found yourself wanting to be around him more than her.

To pass time before your shift at the bar you clean the house and shower. Whether you created a mess or not, cleaning has been a knack of yours. The constant need to strive for perfection has always been hanging around in your mind, no matter how hard you try to suppress it.

It’s a Saturday night so the bar will be inevitably busy. As you arrive at the bar, you prepare yourself for yet another long night.

“Hey Larry!” You say as you walk through the door before clocking in.

“Hey Clara, could you help out with expo?” Larry says. “We just got a lot of apps orders put in.”

“Heard.” You say heading back to the kitchen to help out.

After about thirty minutes of helping with the expo and running food, you make one last run of apps since the dinner rush has died down. A plate of fried pickles and a plate mozzarella sticks is headed to a table of middle aged men.

When you open the kitchen door you see Benny and Will seated at the bar. You’ve been so busy coming in and out of the kitchen, you’re not too sure how long they’ve been there.

“Oh hey guys!” You greet them as you pass by the bar. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time Davis, we’re in no rush.” Will says.

“Alright, here are your fried pickles and mozzarella sticks. Can I get yall any sauces or refills?” You ask as you set the two plates down on the table in front of you.

As you take a step back from the table you catch one of the guys eyeing you up and down, a little too slow for your liking.

“I think we could use a couple more waters and maybe a ranch or two, doll.” The one weird guy says. He’s sitting back in his chair making it very obvious he’s checking you out.

“Sure thing.” You say plastering your best customer service smile on your face. While turning around to head back to the kitchen you hear a very quiet wolf whistle behind you. Choosing to ignore it, you scurry to get the waters and ranches.

You pass by the Millers again and they both notice the stern yet agitated look on your face. In the kitchen you grab a couple waters and set them on a tray then pick up a few ranches. You huff in exhaustion when you have a gut feeling that this table is going to try and cause you more trouble.

Once you return to the group of middle aged guys, you walk around the table setting the waters down by each man. When you get to the weird guy, you feel a hand on the back of your thigh as you lean forward to set the water down.

Choosing, yet again, to ignore the pass he makes, you hastily step away from his proximity.

“Anything else I can do for you?” You ask the table, avoiding eye contact with the one guy.

“How much?” The guy asks as he shifts in his seat to lean closer to you.

“Pardon?”

“How much to have you for the night?” He says scanning your body, taking extra time to look at your hips and thighs.

Your mouth goes dry and words escape your mind. How do you even respond to this?

“Oh, c’mon doll, I’ll even share you with the others.” The guy says extending his hand to rest around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“I-I-” you stammer.

“Hey man, why don’t you take your hands off of her.” A voice says behind you. It’s Benny’s voice. He saw the scene unfold from his seat at the bar. He was watching you, more so the creepy guy, like a hawk.

“The hell did you just say to me?”

“Take your fucking hands off of her.” Benny says as he walks to your side. When the weird guy doesn’t remove his hand from your waist, Benny places his hand on the guy’s wrist and removes him from you. You take a step back when Benny places himself between you and the guy.

By now Benny and the guy are standing face-to-face, and the tension between them is thick. Benny’s jaw tenses as he stares the guy down.

“What are you gonna do, tough guy?” The guy says taking a step closer to Benny.

Will has now joined the scene to back up his brother and try to mitigate a fight, should one break out.

“I don’t know if you were raised by wild beasts or something,” Benny starts, “but you never, ever place your hand on a woman. Especially one who graciously serves assholes like you.”

The guy scoffs at what Benny says, clearly not receiving the message.

“Maybe you should mind your fucking business man.”

“Maybe you should respect women or get the fuck out.” Benny snaps back.

And with that, the guy shoves Benny which was enough for Benny to wind up his fist to prepare a punch.

But then, Larry’s voice booms from the bar. “Fried pickle guy, you’re out! And your friends are too!”

The ‘fried pickle guy’ looks at Larry with disbelief and embarrassment. He opens his mouth to protest but is cut off.

“You heard, Larry.” Will says, cocking his head towards the direction of the door.

Without another word, the posse of middle aged men shuffle out of the bar with Benny staring daggers at them.

In a state of shock, you turn on your heel and make your way behind the bar. Larry passes by and begins to clean up the abandoned table. The Miller brothers also return to their seats at the bar. You busy yourself with tidying up the bar area, arranging glasses and wiping up the counter space.

You’re opposite of Benny and Will when you set the rag down and let out a sigh.

“You okay?” Benny asks, fiddling with the straw of his drink.

“Yeah, no, yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.” You say looking at the brothers, your gaze lingering longer on Benny as he offers a sympathetic smile.

You try to steady your breathing following the encounter, adrenaline is pumping through your veins. In all your years bartending, you’ve never encountered this kind of situation. Sure, men have made lewd comments towards you before but never has a man laid his hands on you. Especially in that kind of manner.

“The dumbass left his wallet on the table.” Larry says walking by the bar waving the wallet in his hand. “Now we know who he is so we can officially ban him.”

You and the Millers chuckle at the stupidity of the guy for leaving quite literally all his personal information at the table.

“Not a smart man at all.” Will says, shaking his head.

“I guess there’s a first time for everything right?” You say making light of this odd situation.

Benny’s gaze quickly meets yours as he tries to gauge your attitude about what had just happened. He doesn’t want to say anything that would make you even more uncomfortable nor does he want to even laugh at something that doesn’t warrant one.

“You can laugh” you say to the Millers but mostly towards Benny “I mean it’s kinda comical he’d be stupid enough to pull that shit and leave his wallet.”

“Hopefully that never happens again.” Benny says. “Even I was uncomfortable just looking at the guy.”

You and the Millers make more small talk as the night passes. You serve other guests at the bar in between conversations. Once all the customers seem satisfied you plan yourself across from the Millers again.

“Well, it looks like I’ve gotta get going now, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.” Will says as he stands up and pushes his bar stool in. Before you can even turn to print off his bill to close his tab, he lays down a stack of bills- more than what his one drink cost.

“Keep the change, you’ve been a delightful server.” Will says before you have the chance to protest. With that, he exits leaving you and Benny, and the other customers at the bar.

The night begins to wind down and you close out tabs and start cleaning up to shut down for the night. To your surprise, Benny stays the whole time, busying himself by watching whatever is on the tvs while occasionally glancing over to you.

You finish wiping down the counter once more and giving your cash drawer to Larry when Benny breaks the silence.

“I can walk you out to your car if you like?” He timidly offers while fiddling with his hands.

“How sweet of you, thank you.” You respond as you go to grab your bag from under the bar.

You and Benny walk out to the parking lot in comfortable silence. Once at your car, you thank Benny for his kindness tonight.

“You know, I have a fight coming up next week, it’s kinda a big one, there’s a big crowd expected to be there and usually the other guys come to it and it’s a real fun time-”

“I’ll be there.” You say cutting off Benny’s rambling. For such a tough guy, he sure does have a shy side around you. All Benny does is smile and nod.

“Well, I’ll see you then, drive safe Clara.”

*****

[z-v06instance]

" NO ONE HOME, BUT THE VOID IS LOUD " a z-v06 (pressure, roblox) ask blog

you've been in blacksite long enough to confidently say you know how this place works. you learn more and more with every painful retry of the same mission: gather the crystal. so, yes, you can confidently say you understand this place, that you know how each of the creatures that lurk the halls of blacksite function. or so you think, for in front of you sits an open locker. you've seen these lockers, infested and plagued by that sickly darkness that you can feel the gaze of lingering on you. it preys upon the ones who are more idiotic than others; the ones who see its eyes and still run to it for safety. you've seen this before - you've seen all of this before. you've looked the void in the eyes, and it has felt like death. yet here you are, looking the open locker in the eyes, waiting for the suction cups of those octopus-like tentacles to latch onto you and pull you in. yet it does not try to grab you. it does not try to harm you. it simply watches you. for the first time you call out to the void. the void answers back.

for your first visit to this blog, it is recommended that you look under the cut. please note: currently this blog is on an indefinite hiatus. i apologise.

" THE VOID BREAKS US, THEN RESHAPES US. " the following sections are ooc ;; dividers by @/saradika

📼 ⎯ hey hey heyy welcome to my lil rp askblog :3 this is like. my first askblog in 5-6 years im rusty as fuck n barely remember shit. 🎬 ⎯ im the mun, itris, but haley works too! after seeing all the pressure askblogs pop up i decided to be a so called "free thinker" and make one myself. 📼 ⎯ how old am i? what's my main? what are my pronouns? what are you, a cop? i'm not tellin' you that! (all jokes aside, i only feel comfortable answerin one of these: just use it/its or ey/em!) 🎬 ⎯ considering there's like jack shit regarding the lore of the void-mass puddles (afaik), a lot of this blog will be headcanon heavy! (..mun is also neurodivergant and that may slip through so mun is sorry if it does. muse is not intended to be neurodivergant) 📼 ⎯ english is not my first language and i have dislexia so. im so sorry if shit i say doesn't make sense or my spelling is wackers 🙏 i also make up words sometimes without realising it. i am so sorry 🎬 ⎯ i dont usually use tonetags, so ask me if you need me to clarify my tone! 📼 ⎯ aaalright i think this is enough rambling. ya think it's time for us to hop onto the actual muse info?

" PLEASE, PULL ME FROM THE VOID. " this section is about the askblog. it includes muse info, rules, and anything i think is neceserry.

* buckle in, this section may be long. as if this entire thing wasnt already longer than i intended...

BLOG INFO

🌌 ⎯ this blog will contain profanity and mentions of canon typical death/violence. other possibly triggering topics may come up along the way, so please, view this blog with caution. feel free to ask me to tag things. 🔮 ⎯ please, and i mean PLEASE, no sexual stuff (i know why some of you people like tentacles). mun isnt interested in rp-ing that. the only exception are sexual jokes as long as they don't go too far. threaten to fuck the void's mom if you want! (i am not going to question how you'd be able to do that) 🌌 ⎯ ANY interaction is fine by me! feel free to interact as any muse, whether that be an oc, another pressure character, or someone from a whole other fandom! 🔮 ⎯ feel free to claim any anons and ill make a special tag for you (if you aren't on anon ill give you one too)! i may forget to tag some posts tho so if i ever do just. lemme know LMFAO 😭 🌌 ⎯ if im uncomfortable with an ask, ill delete it. but honestly there's not really much that im against. 'nd also lemme know if i ever do somethin that makes ya uncomfortable too!! 🔮 ⎯ unless stated otherwise, anyone who sends an ask will be treated as an expendable ! :3 actually on the topic of asks pls make it clear if ur ask is towards me and not the z-v06 instance otherwise ill answer ic 😭 🌌 ⎯ im alright w/ m!a's i fucking LOVE m!a's 👍 🔮 ⎯ if i randomly stop posting one day assume the void got me.

MUSE INFO [written ic, but not as the z-v06 instance]

🔮 ⎯ this instance of z-v06 answers to anything you use to refer to it. it has no sense of identity, therefore does not have a name or pronouns. it is up to you to call it whatever you'd like. though, i'm not sure if it has the ability to care. ...note to self, see if the verbal z-v06 instance is capable of emotions and feelings. 🌌 ⎯ fascinating.. the instance you've stumbled upon appears to be showing no signs of hostility. though, i'm sure that, just like the rest of the monsters that roam blacksite, if you provoke it, it may become more violent. 🔮 ⎯ it seems to be capable of remembering things you tell it. perhaps it can remember faces too.. 🌌 ⎯ not much else can be said. i suppose you'll have to interact with it in order to find out more about it.

TAGS

( OOC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ MUN HALEY ( ANON )⠀ ⠀||⠀ UNNAMED (^ the "unnamed" will be replaced by the anon name if there is one provided) ( BLOG )⠀ ⠀||⠀ [INSERT WHATEVER BLOG NAME HERE] ( IC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ WITHIN THE VOID WE ARE UNDONE ( ASK ANSWERED )⠀ ⠀||⠀ THE VOID ANSWERS BACK

tws will be tagged as 'tw [triggering thing]'

i prolly forgot some tag ideas or whatever the word is tbh so expect this to be edited 👍

LAST EDITED: 17TH SEPTEMBER 2024

[winwintea]

Because if SM break contract with him before the evidence that he broke his bad behavioral clause, SM would have to pay him money. So unless you want Taeil to receive an ass ton of money instantly, it’s better to kick him out of the group which removes his income and then let the rest of his contract run itself out, until or unless there is an official ruling. He has been charged but there is not yet a conviction.

Some people saying “fuck sm for not just dropping him from the whole company straight away!!” need to think not just on their own opinion. Yes he needs to go right tf now, but I’d rather he not get a heap of money out of his misdoings, personally. Just my two cents.

omg thank you anon for explaining this to me. i don't understand the logistics quite well, i mean i know sometimes why sm does some of their stuff??? like seunghan technically isn't credited as a member of riize cause if they use his image while he's on hiatus n stuff he can sue...

so im assuming sm just does things to avoid lawsuits as well.

I THINK THERE WAS ALSO MASS CONFUSION ON WETHER OR NOT SM DROPPED TAEIL AS AN ARTIST BC LIKE ???? IVE SEEN SO MANY POSTS AND COMMENTS SAYING THAT. but we do have confirmation i think that he's still an artist under the company.

[vinnystarxx]

NEGLECTFUL DESIRES : EPISODE 05

about 4 months ago; February 25

Neglect. Neglected. Neglectful.

Containment: fighting(?), minor cussing, cheating

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You watched as your boyfriend drove himself into stress and madness, his hair disheveled, heavy eye bags, but a bright smile towards his fans. But at home is a different story.

“Ajax, please rest, you’re tired.” You stood behind him at his desk. He slouches over his desk, looking over contracts, partnerships, and shoots, you frowned on his your boyfriend belittled his health. “Ajax.” you called out his name and started walking closer to him. “Love, please answer me.”You placed the tray of dinner you made, coffee, and cold water on the end of his desk.

You stood behind him, watching him read some paperworks. You get tired of calling his name just for him to neglect you once more. You tugged slightly on his loose white shirt that was slipping down his back.

He flinched and snapped around towards you; making you jump back, “love? Are you okay?” He didn’t say anything but just stare at you. “Lumine?” He stood up, hovering over you. Now you’re confused. Who’s lumine? Is it that blonde girl who works with celestia? The singer, lumine? Or someone else with the same name?

“Baby I miss you so much” he hugged you, squeezing “lumine” “Ajax.” He hummed in response. “Are you okay?” He nodded into your neck. “I think you’ve gone delusional.” You spoke in s Stern tone. He stood up, staring at you in your eyes. Have the sleep gotten to him this badly? He’s staring directly into my eyes and can’t see I’m not his side chick?

“Wow. You really are fucking dumb..” he looks at you confused, “after everything I did to keep you stable and happy, somehow that isn’t enough and you has to go look for a side chick.” You walked towards the door, “lumine? I’d this about y/n? I thought you hated her.”

He watched as “lumine” walked towards the door of his office. Wait when did she get into the house? Does y/n knows she’s here? Is y/n asleep? Where’s she?

His thought were stopped when someone flipped on the lights. He shut his eyes and blinked for a short while until his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the once dark room. He stares at the female figure.

“Y/N…” he stares in complete horror. Was she here the whole time? Did he call her lumine? Was he hallucinating? Sleep really did hit him like a bitch.

“We should break up.” He heard lumine. “Huh? What? Lumine.” He looked up, he hears lumine but sees y/n. “You should really rest if still sense lumine here.” You gave me a fake smile, “go rest, dear.” He said lumine’s voice fall from your lips.

“Ok then.” Sleep really did hit him.

“Y/N?” He woke up to the cold side of the bed, half of the stuff in the room was gone. Y/N’s stuff to be exact. He pulled out his phone and tried calling her to no avail.

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Typed this all with my cellular mobile device (on Google docs tho)

It’s off hiatus now !

I was going to post the new story but I’m not even halfway done with this so I said no🫶🏽

[corisanna]

Hi! I stumbled across your account/the fact you were on tumblr recently and read through some of your ANAI stuff... and I guess I just wanted to, eh, write you some affirmations, I suppose? Even if you probably won't see them for a while yet.

First of all, it's a wonderful fic and don't let anyone tell you any different.

Secondly, you mentioned feeling, IDK, pressured by how successful it became? Like, you wanted to measure up to people's expectations and stuff for the fic since so many people thought it was so totally awesome?

The thing is --and I'm prefacing this with the statement that I only stumbled onto your fic a few months ago, so I don't know when in publication it blew up-- in my opinion, the entire fic flows together very well and has seamlessly good quality throughout. The first chapter reads just as well as the most recent one, by which time I have to assume the fic definitely became popular.

I suppose what I'm trying to say here is that the people who reading this fic aren't signing up for the best damn thing they've ever read, they're signing up for something good. Dependably good. The same stuff you started with when you thought you had no expectations to measure up to. People don't commit to reading 84 chapters unless the first 5 (or less) manage to hook and reel them in, and you did that wonderfully.

Honestly, the highest compliment I can pay to your writing is that it's like that saying about watching a master carpenter build a porch. They're building a porch, everyone knows they're building a porch, and nobody's going to be surprised when it turns out to be the porch. But the journey there is methodically and masterfully guided --no bells and whistles, just good solid craftsmanship-- so it's still immensely fun and interesting to watch.

Don't let perfection become the enemy of progress, I guess? I suppose that probably sounds preachy.

For my money, I wasn't even looking for your fic --I have a RWBY fix-it that also got hella popular out of nowhere, and when I revealed the time-loop aspect several people commented "Oh, just like As N Approaches Infinity!"

I had no idea what they were talking about, of course, but after some back and forth I shrugged and decided to give it a go, since (in my experience) people rarely recommend fics by name and it was probably worth a skim.

(Friend, it was excellent. I spent around two days reading it nonstop, including at my place of work outside of breaks.)

I know there's really nothing I can say about the mental pressure of readers who have been presumably hanging around since forever, but for your consideration: there's also readers like me who have only recently stumbled upon it and wouldn't really have a hiatus.

Anyway, I hope you have a lovely existence and that someday you awaken the joy you had when writing this fic!

Thank you very much for your kind words. I really appreciate them. (╥‿╥)♡

[dustcrumbs]

Ewww sadness, eww!! Not jollyness

Oh my skibidi, no way the negativity is catching up to me

WHAT THE FUCK!!

Okay, but on a serious note. I might, in the future, have to take a break if I continue to decline. Seriously, I pulled myself out of a ditch long ago, and I genuinely don't want to fall back into it. I am still recovering and don't want to lose the progress I worked so desperately to keep. I am not trying to vent, but it's just reasons and possibly excuses on why I may randomly just stop posting.

I'll still int with moots or the community itself, but less likely post things on my page.

I am not going on hiatus yet, but it is possible in the near future that I will.

This drama n stuff is actually pissing me off, and I don't want to do some stupid shit when I'm not myself, lol. Idk, it's like draining ig.

Sorry for bringing down the mood guys, that ain't me ong but. I GYAT to do this for my bbg Dust sans BLEGHHH 😝😝

[mydarlingdahlia]

An update on where I’ve been.

Warning: mentions of topics that could be a trigger warning for some. reader discretion is advised.

A/N: if you don’t want to read any of that stuff, basically, I’m okay. I’m alive.

As I’m writing this post, the whole stalker situation has blown over, for now…but I didn’t think it would be resolved as quickly as it did.

It turns out that the guy who was stalking me turned out to be one of my coworkers. Evidently, a guy who worked under me. (I’m not going to say his name, as to respect his privacy, even though he doesn’t deserve it.)

As he stated, as he was being dragged off of my mother in law’s property screaming his head off, it had started off as a crush, and that he “didn’t mean to hurt me”. Hate to break it to you, but attempting to stab me and giving me multiple bruises and cuts isn’t exactly not hurting me.

I’m okay, no fatal injuries were inflicted.

But basically, I was peacefully sleeping in my mother in law’s house, as I announced when I was going on my semi-hiatus. I was feeling restless, so I went up go get a snack from the kitchen, but I noticed Snoopy, one of my beagles, was acting strangely.

I assumed it was nothing, and let him walk down with me to the kitchen. But as soon as we got downstairs, he started growling. Like, he did not sound like a one year old beagle. It scared me even. Again, I brushed it off, until he started barking loudly at the pantry.

Long story short, the guy was hiding in the pantry waiting for me to come down. He claimed he knew whenever I came down for a late night snack, because he had apparently had been watching me. For months. Yeah.

He jumped out, knife in hand, and wrestled me to the ground while trying to stab me. He didn’t sink the knife in too far, but I did get a few cuts. I was able to disarm him and get the knife away, and my mother in law had come downstairs after hearing the noise combined with my dog’s barking.

After that, she tackled him and had to tase him and held him down while my father in law called 911.

I still don't know how he was able to disarm the alarm system and break into the house.

I’d say about ten minutes later the cops showed up. They escorted him out of the house and put him in the police car before he could do anything else. I was called to the station a little later to do some questioning.

After they were done questioning me, they told me what he had originally planned to do. (Surprisingly, he had admitted to everything) I had to vomit after what they’d told me he said.

Apparently, this all started a whole year ago, when he first started to work under me at my job. (He's been fired, don't worry) I was unaware, of course. He said he'd been fixated on me from the moment he saw me walk in, and he "had to have me". (I know, this sounds like a fic I'd write. But seriously, this shit happened.)

It had started out "simple". You know, just finding out my entire schedule, stalking my posts, taking pictures of me when I wasn't looking, you know, the good stuff. (This is sarcasm. Don't bitch and moan about it.)

Apparently, by the second month, he claimed he knew everything about me! He even knew that I (at the time) had a girlfriend. He assumed our relationship would burn out, because he was jealous of her and "wanted me all to himself". Well, that clearly didn't happen.

When he heard of our engagement in the summer, he was pissed. (Allegedly) That's when he started to stalk Mia.

He found out everything about her that he could. Her address, her workplace, where she went to university, most of her family members, friends, and that she has a hearing impairment. And that she's basically mute.

I don't know what he would've done with that last bit of info if this had all been discovered a bit too late, but I can think of a few examples that make me sick to my stomach.

After all this happened, he had apparently been working up the courage to ask me out. After he got rid of Mia, of course. (Again. Sarcasm. This is how I cope with traumatic events.)

More than half of his phone storage was just of me. Pictures, documents detailing horrible things he'd do if "the time came", screenshots of some of the platforms where I post, and some of my favorite things, which he planned to "lure me in" with.

He planned to essentially (R-word) me, and get me (with his child) so I "couldn't leave him". He also planned to (unalive) Mia, so he could "get her out of the way of his true love". I don't know what he planned to do to her after he (unalived) her, but I can gurantee that it would not have been good.

He did get me something for Christmas, actually. He uhh...he got me a s3x toy. And he mailed it to me. (Or delivered it himself, I don't know which.)

I assumed it must've been a mistake, because there was no indication that it was mine, or even for me, so I assumed that UPS or something had the wrong address. So I threw it away and basically said, "Oh well, guess someone's boyfriend/girlfriend will have one less present this year." He didn’t appreciate that.

He was mad because he knew I wasn’t using the toy he got me, because he’d been watching me when I was going solo a few times. He was disappointed because his gift wasn’t there. Not that I wanted it, anyway…

The creepy thing about it though, was the letter that was attached to it. Basically, in summary, it said: "I miss you so much, my one true love, we'll be together soon."

I thought the person who mailed it to me might've had a long distance partner or something.

After Christmas, he'd calmed down for like a month, but at the beginning of February, he picked up again. He found out Mia's phone number from where she worked, and started to text and harass her. She hadn't told me, (I think she was scared to) so it all came as a surprise to me when he texted me eventually.

Basically, most, if not all, of the texts were basically him threatening and pressuring her to leave me or else "something bad would happen". He also sprinkled in a few "she's mine", "she doesn't want you", you know, the like.

After she'd blocked him, she hadn't told anyone about it.

So after he started to text me, she admitted to everything. I wasn't mad, of course. So, we contacted the police. I'll spare you the details.

I think I was more concerned for Mia than myself, even though his motto was basically "If I can't have her no one will". I think, at the time, she was in more danger than I was. Apparently, he somehow knew (Of course he fucking did) that I was going to my MIL's house.

A few hours later, he somehow managed to start texting Mia again, and he began to threaten me. Saying bs like "I'm gonna (R-word) you and your fiancée if you don't listen to me". I probably can't say much more without guidelines sniping me.

And then the rest of it happened. So, yeah. That's the end of it.

Thank you all (especially my mooties) for all of the support, and I'm (thankfully) okay now and (fortunately) fully intact.

Everything’s happened so fast…I know it probably seems fake to you guys, but I’m not in the mood for any snarky comments right now. Most of this happened literally the day after I received those messages.

Also, I might take down a few posts with pictures of myself soon. Just a heads up if you liked one and it suddenly disappears.

[screamxqueenx94]

Co-Captain/Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: I'm baaaaaaaack! After a few year hiatus, I'm back and ready to start the series again! I can't promise it'll be a consistent schedule of posting, however I will try to post things as soon as I can. I'm focusing in the rewrite fornbow and then I'll pick back up on my other series and maybe a few small/short fics. Hopefully you guys will still enjoy my writings after all this time of being gone!

Summary: After reconciling with Isaac, Charli plans to keep her promise to him. Will it affect her friendship with Stiles and Scott?

Pairings: Charli Vérszívó (OC) x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: none

Bold=text messages; italics=inner thoughts

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We won. Because of Isaac we won. I'm happy for him, I really am, but I feel guilty. I feel guilty for abandoning my best friends to deal with this whole "Scott-being-a-werewolf-and-Stiles-being-missing" situation alone.

As I sit with Isaac, his arm resting over my shoulders as we sit in this diner called Tony's with the rest of the team, it's all I can think about. They're here, celebrating their victory, laughing and having fun. I definitely don't deserve to be here. Stiles could be in serious danger while I'm sitting here with one half of people I don't even know and the other half I don't even like besides Isaac.

I'm a terrible friend. God, I wouldn't blame the guys for hating me after this...

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I get home and look around for my dad, but all I find is a note on the kitchen counter that reads "out hunting, fridge was getting low. Love you, hope you had fun! Dad". I just sigh and trudge upstairs to shower.

I put on a camisole and some boxers and comb out my hair when my phone dings and I see that it's a text from Stiles telling me to open my window. I look over and see he already has his window up and waiting for me. I walk over to my window, open it and face him.

"You rang?" I ask.

"Where were you? I was worried about you!" He exclaimed. Quite loudly too.

"I was at Tommy's with Isaac. We were celebrating the team's victory."

Stiles has a baffled look on his face. He's quiet for a moment and then speaks up. "So you weren't even gonna stay and see what happened?"

I sigh and explain "I made a promise to Isaac–"

"Wait, I thought you and Isaac broke up?" He seems almost upset.

"No, we're back together." I assure him.

He looks at me with extremely confused eyes. "When the hell did that happen?"

"Today… during lunch– hang on, since when has my dating life become such a hot commodity in your life?" I ask a little too harshly.

"Look, this isn't what this is about, alright? The point is, I'm just glad you're okay and nothing happened to you." God I'm a bitch…

"What about you? Are you okay?" I ask, calmer this time.

"Yeah, I'll tell you more about it tomorrow."

"It's gonna have to wait until I get caught up with my chores and then I'm going shopping with Allison and Lydia." I inform him.

"Seriously?" Stiles groans.

"Hey, this supernatural stuff takes out a big chunk of my free time, so I had to start slacking on something! Believe me if it was school work, my dad would have my ass." I elaborate.

He shrugs and nods to show he understands.

"Well, hopefully it doesn't take you too long cuz Scott and I really need to get you caught up on last night, and believe me, you're gonna wanna hear this."

"Crazy stuff? Well, crazier than normal I mean?"

He looks at me without using his words to state the obvious. "That's an understatement."

"Eh, nothing surprises me anymore at this rate." I reply unimpressed, making him laugh.

We laugh together, then smile at each other. Sitting there for a while staring, until I clear my throat to break my silence.

"Well, I'm uh – I'm gonna get to bed. I'll probably see you tomorrow." I barely get out before shutting my window and getting ready for bed.

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I couldn't sleep a wink. All I could think about was how terrible of a friend I was last night, yet Stiles was more concerned with my own safety than the fact that I wasn't at the field when he got there.

I stayed up all night finishing the chores I started slacking on, even finished my history paper and my Spanish homework between loads of laundry and had everything done just as the sun was rising. I check my phone. 7a.m. already?

I quickly shower and change into a Nirvana shirt and black jeans. I notice the flannel that Stiles left here during our recent study session and tie it around my waist. My phone dings with a text from Allison, letting me know she's here. I grab my purse and start putting on my converse as I'm heading for the front door.

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Before we went to the mall, Allison stops by the Beacon Hills Preserve. She turns off the car and gets out while Lydia and I shoot each other a look and get out as well. As we step out, she's closing the trunk of her car with a big black duffle bag over her shoulder. She makes her towards the woods as Lydia and I follow her for what feels like forever.

“Allison, when you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five-mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting.” Lydia breathlessly exclaims as she catches up closer to Allison.

“Before I forget, I wanted to ask you something.” Allison states matter-of-factly. I fall back a little bit because this was obviously a conversation between the two of them and have seemed to forget I was even here.

“Charli, I need you here as witness,” She adds. It's like she read my mind or something. “Jackson asked me to the winter formal.”

Did he?” Lydia asked nervously.

“Yeah. Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first.” Allison…

“Sure. As long as it's just friends.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, it's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything.” There it is. Me telling her was definitely a bad idea…

“Uh… about that…” Lydia seems to not know what to say. Can't say I blame her, but doing that to someone who's supposed to be your friend is a new low for her.

I put my hands in my back pockets and keep walking, catching up with Allison, who finally finds a spot she's satisfied with. She puts the bag down and kneels down next to it, opening it and taking out a single brown archer glove. She then takes out an arrow and an oddly shaped arrowhead. Lydia and I stand off to the side and watch her put it together.

“What does that do?” Lydia asks.

“We're about to find out.” Allison replies without looking at us.

She stands up, lines the arrow up and bow up to point at her tree of target. She pulls back and releases it, sending the arrow speeding into a tree and causing a small explosion of fire to ignite with smoke and sparks, making all of us slightly jump. Lydia and I share a shocked, almost scared look. Allison seems surprised, not knowing what to expect. She lowers her bow and looks at the scene in front of her quizzically.

“What the hell was that?” Lydia asks.

“I don't know.” Allison answers, smirking.

“Well, that was fun. Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?” Lydia quizzes sarcastically.

“I enjoyed it.” I state, shrugging my shoulders with my arms crossed, warranting a smile from Allison.

Suddenly, we all hear a sound of crunching leaves and sticks off in the distance. Lydia is clearly nervous. We all look at each other then back towards where the sound came from.

“Hold this.” Allison pushes the bow into Lydia's arms.

“What? Why?”

“Because I thought I heard something.” Allison whispers as she removes her archer glove.

“So what if you heard something?”

“So I want to find out what that something is.” she continues to whisper. “Don't worry. It's probably nothing.” she continues as she starts heading in the direction towards the sound. Allison, I don't know if you watch as many horror movies as I do, but the ones who say that die immediately….

“Well what if that nothing is something and that something is something dangerous?” Lydia panics. She makes a good point…

Allison stops for a second, “Shoot it.” then keeps walking.

Lydia whimpers, looking down at the arrow. I look between Lydia and Allison, then start jogging after Allison.

“Where are you going?” Lydia cries.

I turn around, picking up a big stick as I walk backwards towards Allison. “She's unarmed, she's gonna need help.” I answer as I turn back around and start jogging to catch up.

Just feet behind her, I can see her walking into the woods cautiously. I continue to follow her, stick in hand. It's an erie feeling, nothing but a crow cawing and fog building up.

Suddenly I hear more footsteps, as does Allison. She starts listening for the direction the footsteps are coming from, reaches into her jacket and shoots her taser. Oh she came PREPARED!

The taser hitting Scott right in the chest, sending electric pulses through his body. “Scott?” Allison calls out, concerned.

As he's convulsing, she runs over to him and follow, dropping the stick.

“Scott!” She calls again.

Through the convulsions, Scott Is able to get out, “Trigger finger!”

“Oh, God, oh, God!” She quickly let's go, stopping the taser and gets down to his level. “I'm so,so, so, so sorry.”

“No, it's my fault. Totally my fault.” Scott assures with a crack in his voice.

I stand next to a kneeling Allison, right by Scott's head. “Are you okay?” I ask concerned.

He waves his hand towards me to signal that he's okay. “Yeah. I'm fine.”

“I didn't know it was you. If I have known it was you…” Allison states very quickly, tripping over her words towards the end.

“Still would pulled the trigger?” Scott jokes.

“No of course not! Seriously, I'm so sorry.” She assures, pulling the probes out of his chest, making him groan.

“Are you sure you're okay?” I ask.

He starts sitting up, looking at Allison. “Yeah, I think so.” Propping himself up on his elbows.

“What were you doing here anyway? Were you following us?” She asks.

“No. Not at all. Your dad told me you run this trail sometimes. I was hoping to catch you alone.” When you put it that way, it's kinda creepy, Scott…

“By following me?” She insists, smiling.

“Well, yeah.”

“What for?”

I sit down on the hill next to us as Scott reaches in his pocket, “I found this at school.” showing her the necklace her aunt gave her. She gasps.

I look down at the ground and become preoccupied with a ridiculously large leaf. trying to not listen in on anymore since I've clearly become the third wheel.

“Thank God! I was beginning to think it was stolen!” She relieves. Hmmmmm… I've never seen a leaf this big before! Yep, only thinking about this big ol’ leaf…

“No. No, just lost. Definitely not stolen by anyone.” What an interesting leaf! Definitely not thinking about how terrible of a liar Scott is… just the big leaf! Yes siry Bob!

Allison laughs. “Well, thank you for finding it. And for bringing it.” She pushes some of hair behind her ear, smiling at him.

“You don't think I'm a total stalker now, do you?” Oh absolutely, but that's the least of your problems…

She scrunches up her face playfully. “Hmmm, no. I just think you're weird. Like you always are.” They smile at each other.

He sits up straight and she hugs him. He holds her lovingly and they hug for a good while, still forgetting I'm even there. I clear my throat and Allison quickly let's go of him. She picks up her taser and removes the cords and heads off back towards Lydia. I quickly get, still holding the big leaf and jog to catch up to her. She discreetly looks back towards him as I catch up and put a comforting hand on her shoulder as we keep walking. I shoot Scott a sympathetic look as I walk with Allison.

“You okay?” I ask her.

She looks at me with a sad smile and nods. She's lying…

“No you're not. You miss him.”

She sighs and looks forward. “ I don't know what to do. I miss him like crazy…” she trail off.

“But?” I inquire.

“But I still don't know if I can trust him.” She adds.

I just nod understandingly. “Is it that you don't trust him, or you feel like he's not telling you everything?” I add.

She shrugs. “I guess it's more of the second part.” I nod again.

“Is there anything you can tell me?” She asks, desperation in her voice. Don't panic! You don't have to lie, just leave out information…

“I know he's a caring person who worries too much sometimes and sometimes makes dumb choices because he's not always using his brain to make decisions, but rather his heart.”

She puts the taser back in her jacket, then puts her hands in her pockets as we walk. “I also know he's head over heels for you and would do anything to keep you safe and happy.” I add, getting a smile from her.

We stay quiet for a moment, then I add, “You don't have to listen to me, but I'd at least talk to him. Tell him what you're thinking and feeling. I know he'll understand, and if you decide it's over between you guys, then at least you guys can get the closure you need.”

She just nods, understanding what I'm saying. “But, what do I know? I've literally only ever had one boyfriend.” I joke, making both of us chuckle.

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As I'm sitting in my room, going through the bags, I text Allison to see how talking with Scott is going. I click on her contact name Alicat. Clicking on her picture of us smiling and doing peace signs.

Charli: So? Did u guys talk?

Alicat: We started, but he had 2 go. Asked me 2 stay till he came back

I sigh in exasperation. Jesus fucking Christ, Scott…

Charli: keep me posted! I'll talk 2 him if I need 2!

Alicat: thnx babes!

I toss my phone on my bed and start putting the clothes away that I just bought.

It just hits me how quiet it is tonight. No Stiles frantically calling me to help him and Scott. No Lydia blowing up my phone with texts about her break up with Jackson or about shopping again. No Scott or Allison calling either. No Isaac. Not even Derek staring into my window menacingly. It feels so foreign and weird. I hate it. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish something would happen….

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@mrs-mitch-rapp93 @coconutstars @javalavax @thewickeddgoddess @hufflepuff-foodie @bxchanansbarnes @life-is-obrien @daisyxbuckley @porg-damneron @stiles-o-dylan24 @maliatatevevo @teenwolfmarvel-obsessor

[clanofjones]

Hiatus Update ^^

@theosb0rnway, @spicy-apple-pie, @finnstir, @kallmefren, @justamuppet, @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles, @fanatess, @justletmereadmycomics, @thecranialbones, @alolaartista:

I'm officially back from my hiatus! You may have/probably noticed that I've still been active on Tumblr these past few days, and you'd be correct. My social battery has been NONEXISTENT, and I've been in a state of recovery, which is why I haven't sent this out earlier. Hiatus probably isn't the right word, but IDK *shrugs*

ME NEWS:

I will have to go on another similar break in the first week of October, and another in the last week of May. If you'd like to know then just message me, dw.

NOW, FOR STUFF (that I could probably message individual people for but I'm tired and we're mass posting ig)

tagging people who I know are co-creating or interested in certain projects of mine, but all (even those I didn't tag) to peruse my wares :)

Ghosts of Our Days- @theosb0rnway, @kallmefren, @justamuppet

Okay I'm actually proud of this one-

I MADE A SHORT ANIMATIC FOR GoOD!!

*dances*

BUT

It contains vague spoilers for an upcoming chapter so it's on the back burner for now. I am SO EXCITED for the masses to see this one! For such a short and, in the grand scheme of animations, unremarkable thing, it took about two months :/

SO CHERISH ITTTT

14, while on the way, is going to be a bit on account of many things. We've got lives, you've got lives, we chilling.

Of Mutants, Mystics, and Magic- @finnstir, @theosb0rnway

I do have an update in the making! Finn, you might wanna check out the AU acc for the newer updates, but no pressure! (AU acc is @of-mutants-mystics-and-magic for searching convenience :))

Cardinal Rules- @theosb0rnway, @fanatess, @thecranialbones

New updates for my second ROTTMNT fic are coming out on Ao3 and Tumblr this weekend! I'm trying a new update schedual where I finish one multichap fic and post the entirety of a solo-chapter fic at once. EX: I finish this one, and post a lil one-shot, that way when y'all finish a fic, there's going to be something else!

I'm hi-key really proud of this one, so YAY!!

MISC/Unnamed/TBD projects

@alolaartista, I'm making headway with that art I was telling you about, and I will message you it! I also have a written snippet to add to the pile-

@spicy-apple-pie- >:3

I am making YOU a *m y s t e r y t h i n g*

@... EVERYONE ELSE!

My 12!Rasey and Rise!Casey Jr stuff is my most popular stuff, and I approve of your tastes LOL

SO I'm going to be dropping another 12!Rasey ship dynamic + some Casey Jr art for the soul soon!

[shuckleberrysims]

Sims Tagged Meme

No one tagged me, but I thought it'd be fun to do anyway! :>

 1. What’s your favorite sims death? In the Sims 3, my favorite death has to be the meteor shower death (poor @faeriefrolic's Madeline cannot catch a break with that one xP) and in the Sims Medieval, my favorite one has to be the Pit Monster one! 

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis Match all the way, there's just something about MM that makes it so appealing. It's so bright and colourful and I love it so much :> (Maybe alpha is just sorta...creepy to me idk?)

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Nope, I don't! I love body diversity in my game, however I used to when I used to play the Sims 4! But now, I don't mind any and all body shapes :D 

4. Do you use move objects? I do, but only for decor items so it looks like the space is lived in. Though, one time I did use move objects on a computer and my sim used it as a table to eat her sandwich on.

5. Favorite mod? Definitely NRAAS and the Randomizer mod. NRAAS is a must to keep the game running and I like the well, randomness of the Randomizer mod! 

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I first got into the Sims when I was given the Sims 2 by my grandmother. I think my first pack I got was Pets, but I honestly don't remember... it was a while ago lol

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? I pronounce it as aLIVE.

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? For me, my favorite sims that I've made are actually based upon two OCs that I have - Connor and Leon. They're my babies and I'll love them forever! Plus, I like how Leon's voice sounds as a simbot! If we're talking regular sims though, I have two. One is from my 'N Cheese legacy back in the Sims 4, her name was Blueberry 'N Cheese (I have her as my origin profile!). The other one is Linden, who I sadly had to retire for now as I've been away for several months. Maybe one day I'll return to his save but for right now I don't want to do any challenges. 

9. Have you made a simself? I did once and they promptly died to a vending machine. But like, mood.

10. What sim traits did you give yourself? Dog person, Night Owl, Computer Whiz, Childish, and Family-Orientated.

11. What is your favorite EA hair color? Probably the blonde preset, but other than that one, I just don't like any of them sadly - I prefer the custom ones that I make. 

12. Favorite EA hair? Idk why but I really love that Victorian era one that has a big hat. I actually used to have it as CC when I played the Sims 4 so you can imagine my surprise when I realized it was actually from the Sims 3.

13. Favorite life stage? Young adults and elders!

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Honestly, I love both! I mainly build tiny homes, though but I'm still getting used to Sims 3's build mode. 

15. Are you a CC creator? Technically I am if you count those scuffed clay hairs I made for the Sims 4 years ago, but maybe someday I'll touch Sims 3's modding tools! 

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I have @faeriefrolic who I met irl before, and she is the sweetest person to know! :D But other than that, I keep to myself but don't be afraid to say hi to me! I know I've been on a hiatus but hopefully sometime in July I can start again, as I've been visiting some family in  America owo

17. What’s your favorite game? TS3! Ever since I've re-visited it, it's one of my favorite Sims games! It's a tie between 3 and Medieval, honestly.

18. Do you have any Sims merch? Uhhh, I had like one Sims-related sticker on my old laptop but I don't know if I'd be able to peel it off without wrecking it.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? I used to, but I got really self-conscious of my voice so I don't anymore. 

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? I was very minimal at first, as people usually are when you first play a game. Then I got into NSB challenges, and I loved the wild hair colors that you could put your sim in! (I got up to the yellow gen in the Sims 4). Now, I'm a mix between banilla and berry sims.

21. What’s your Origin ID? ShuckleBerry662, if you play the Sims 4 - my scuffed builds are on the gallery. :P 

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? Oh shit, uhhh I love a whole bunch of 'em! I love @chazybazzy, @poisonfireleafs for hairs. I love @sweetdevil-sims and I recently discovered @teekapoka's stuff too! (idk why it didn't link but oh well.) Also the lovely @lazyduchess for their smooth patch!

23. How long have you had a simblr? I honestly don't remember, maybe 2016-ish? It was mainly Sims 4 and I abandoned that one sooo uh...yeah. 

24. How do you edit your pictures? I don't edit my pictures at all bc I don't have the patience for Photoshop and my game can't handle reshade sometimes.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? I love Ambitions and University Life! The Ghostbuster career is one of my favorites and I get excited whenever I hear the ghost sound cue. 

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? The 64-bit expansion would be an awesome addition to the Sims 3! 😊

[surelevi]

i. “take me down easy” - james henry jr. // ii. “avocado, baby” - los campesinos! // iii. “a horse with no name” - america

( yahya abdul-mateen ii, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that LEVI ST. JAMES is a THIRTY-SIX year old VETERINARIAN that’s been in Chicago for TEN YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL TWO with the power of FIRE HORSE PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re PASSIONATE and ASSERTIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of a liquor bottle marked by days, blazing chariots with no riders, an empty house where once there was a home. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: levi joshua st. james

date of birth: april 30th, 1987

zodiac big three: taurus sun, leo moon, capricorn rising

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual

ethnicity: black

nationality: american

languages spoken: english (5), spanish (4), french (4), italian (4)

enneagram: 1w2

mbti: istp

temperament: phlegmatic

alignment: lawful neutral

ability: fire horse physiology

affiliation: n/a

alias: n/a

BACKSTORY:

extremely barebones rn because i just wanna get the update up ! so just the important stuff !

triggers: mention of infidelity, alcoholism

same old song and dance - born to mama st. james after a brief hiatus between herself and dad st. james. was accepted just the same as any bio son !

that said, this time... it did not take long for anyone to realize he was a mutant because the motherfucker was born with hooves, fire, and a mane.

was able to shift the hooves and mane by the time he was grade-school aged, but never the flames on the side of his face. burning. breathing. heaving. fl- flames! (kael that one was for u)

time skippity skip

went to college in new york and met a woman, carina, whom he fell head over heels for. and her the same !

some years pass, he asks her to marry her, she says yes ! they have a great wedding !

some more years pass, she gets a job opportunity in chicago. wanting the best for his wife, thinking it a nice change of pace, and knowing his sister lived there, levi was like ‘oh hell yeah!’

some more years pass, they have their first child, charlotte.

do you love it ?

loves it.

roughly three years later, levi learns that there’s one facet left to his ability when he thought he’d discovered them all: immortality.

(idk how he discovered it yet maybe he should’ve died at some point maybe he met someone who just knew idk)

a history of alcoholism that has not yet been referenced because this is totally barebones ( a prev dead partner too ), he relapsed when he realized that he would not only outlive carina, but outlive his child. 

he would come home late and sloppy. he would miss work. he was probs fired idk! just bad timez all around, worsened when he found out carina had been having an affair. ( but he never got violent, just wanna make that clear :eyebrow_raised_emoji: ) 

when carina officially proposed a divorce, he was not happy about that... but, like... the fuck was he gonna do ? but he didn’t wanna lose his family unit :(

lol turns out charlotte really loved her dad because, unbeknownst to any of the three, she had some little pheromone mutation shit that made them stay together and got levi clean.

but it was broken, again with the help of bones, and carina assumed levi had something to do with it since it did directly what he wanted.

she got sole custody of charlotte, leaving levi with visitation rights... but he has a hunch that, if he were not visibly mutant, it would be split -- yes, he still may have less days, but his only crime would’ve been a history of alcoholism with no violent incidents and a clean slate for a year. nonetheless...

so now he’s fucking around and finding out.

got his job back, started going to AA meetings, started leaving the city when he needed a break as a whole -- the whole nine yards. but it still isn’t enough !

blahblahblah his daughter :eye_emoji:

TIMELINE:

1987: born to a family of mutants. is not the biological son of his father’s, but is treated as such. wants for little ! has a fiery mane and hooves.

1993: has already learned to shift his hooves into regular feet and do away with the mane, but will never be able to do away with the rest of the fire ( consult task for locations ).

2008: levi meets carina– aka, the woman who will wind up becoming his wife. they hit it off, no powers needed.

2011: levi proposes and she says yes ! they have a lovely little wedding !

2012: they relocate to chicago, where january is residing, due to a job opportunity.

2016: they start trying for a child.

2018: they have a daughter: charlotte. 

2021: levi learns he’s immortal which has made things rough in paradise. he’s turned back to drinking, leaving carina to pick up the pieces. she’s begun an affair. carina decides that it’s best for all involved if they get a divorce. the next day, everything was back to the way it had been... ( turns out charlotte had a little spell of her own -- one she wasn’t aware she was casting, but one that kept her dad in the picture )

2022: everything has been going so well ! then bones stepped in like the hero dog he is, did a lil nip nip, and made the spell drop. carina assumed levi had something to do with it since it had reinforced what he wanted and they had no other way to explain it. she wound up getting sole custody of charlotte but, because his only crime was a history of alcoholism with no violent incidents + he’d been sober for a year, he has a suspicion that a factor in why he didn’t get even two days... is because he’s a visible mutant and carina is not.

2022/2023: he’s been trying to get back into the habit of being… a good guy, to say the least. he’s been trying to become healthier with aa meetings, trying to make new friends, and branching out more, all in the hopes that he’ll gain more than just visitation rights.

HEADCANONS:

the kid he got to keep in the divorce ? their great dane, bones. blake had forgiven bones for the bite – dogs are too smart, it’s very canon that bones knew what was going on and had to find a way to alert them both! – but… he was levi’s concern now.

he still looks up to january – and not just because of how powerful she is. that said, her power can make him underestimate himself. between her ability to warp all of reality and his father’s ability to affect the whole world by changing the weather, he’s like “look at this cool party trick!” 

takes in every stray that comes to the vet and stays for over three weeks with no takers. he now has three cats and three dogs. cats: froot loop, frosted flake, mini wheat. dogs: bones ( the og! ), green bean, zucchini. then he also has a bearded dragon and some fishes.

on that note, an exercise junkie -- which is perfect for the big dogs ! they get lots of activity !

hopes to establish a decent rapport with carina again. he knows they’ve begun butting heads now, her angry over the spell she believes he cast, him angry over why she got sole custody... but, once upon a time, they loved each other. and they both love charlotte. he wants visitations to go smoothly, and he wants to be a proper dad to charlotte as opposed to someone uncle-adjacent.

often thinks ‘life is too short to hold grudges’... then remembers he’s immortal, lol.

will head out to the wooded areas beyond chicago when he really needs to escape... and turn into a fire horse...

idk i had other things to say but i forgot them! so i’ll add them later!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

his ex-spouse / co-parent of his daughter !!! filled so description has been deleted because that’s a long one !

besties ! there throughout the relationship through the divorce. 

co-workers ! some more vets or vet techs !

family ! i do believe the st. james family has been established as being fairly large, so… hit kael up first FAHODSUILAJS then me !

new people for him to love ! *eye-roll emoji* <- i just copied and pasted my old connections so this was tailored to lover boy levi, but i’ll keep it.

brainstorming !

[sharuruwrites]

Your Answer (Pt.1)

Summary: Which of the following simple phrases that can change someone's life? Take a guess.

A.) I love you B.) You matter C.) I'm sorry

Timeline: Gojo - 26, Shion - 25

Tags: Can get very angsty at the start and near the end, Gojo (annoyingly/adoringly), Shion being a Tsundere, Fluff, Shoko being tired of her friends' oblivious acts,

Words: 4.1k+

A/n: HEEEYYYYY, I'm back from my unannounced 4 month hiatus. Don't worry, this author is fighting tooth and nail with writer's block on a daily basis. Anyways, it was supposed to be a Megumi-ish centered chapter but the author still hasn't grasped of his character that much to think what would he be like in his childhood with Shion around. Because of this said problem, I was duking out with writer's block, and school.

EDIT: I kept forgetting to upload this chapter since January because my stuff doesn't show up unless its morning.

Special thanks to zark or xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter because as always, she did a wonderful job.

Disclaimer: I don't own JJK

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One morning, a lone special grade sorcerer, Shion Gojo, spent some time in the quiet halls of the school library. Shion had long forgotten the opened book in her hand along with the untouched tea she made earlier. Instead of reading, she focused on the cherry petals falling like light rain from the nearby window.

‘It’s been 10 years since I’ve met Satoru, huh?’ Shion thought.

“Are you by yourself?” 

Shion turned her attention towards the direction of the voice, and it was Shoko. Much to Shion’s surprise, the ever-present dark circles on the doctor’s face weren't there. If Shion wasn’t mistaken, the last time she saw Shoko without them was before she enrolled into med school. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the morgue around this time?” Shion asked, watching the latter take a seat across from her. 

“I should be,” Shoko grabbed an unlit cigarette from her inner pocket, using it to point at Shion. “But I chose not to.”

“Shoko, you- ow !”

Shoko pulled Shion’s cheek with her free hand before letting it go. “Relax, I’m responsible enough to keep on top of my medical reports, and I’m not gonna smoke.” Shoko pointed at the fire extinguisher, knowing Shion wouldn’t hesitate to use it on her. “Besides, Watanabe-sensei is covering for me, which means I actually get to take a break.”

“I forgot that he was here.” Shion rubbed her cheek to numb the pain. “I thought he was stationed permanently at Kyoto now?”

“That was supposed to be the deal since I got my license, but something changed. I don’t know much about the details other than he’s going to be here for two months.” Shoko shrugged. “Hey, as long as I get more sleep at night, I’m fine with whatever.” 

“That would explain the lack of eyebags on you.” Shion blurted, causing Shoko to pinch her friend’s cheeks again. 

“Anyways," Shoko let go of Shion’s cheek once more. "You seem to be missing Satoru after just a few days." 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Shion frowned slightly. “As you said, it’s only been five days since he left. He’ll be back from the mission in no time.”

“Then can you explain that ?” 

With her unlit cigarette, Shoko pointed at something next to Shion. Sitting next to her was a soft-looking white floppy long-eared floppy bunny, relaxing on a stack of books. 

Shion found it weird that the character was in fact a puppy, and not a rabbit. This information had caused a near-heated debate with one of the die-hard Sanrio fans at the same store. She could have sworn they're ready to kill her on the spot.

There’s nothing wrong with the said rabbit puppy plush toy. The signature black gakuran of JujuTech that the doll wore was a pain in the ass to hand stitch as she didn’t have a sewing machine. As for the blindfold, it was supposed to be white bandages, but she had leftover fabric from the uniform she made and-

Oh.

Shion shook her head in denial before turning her attention back to Shoko as the resident doctor awaited her explanation. “I still don’t see how this adorable toy correlates to me missing that long-lost member of three blind mice.”

“Gojo is right, you’re the walking definition of what ‘oblivious’ means.” Shoko lightly chuckled, seeing her friend’s face bloom into red. “However, that trait of yours is what makes two dumbasses pay special attention to you back in high school.”

Shion cleared her throat, seizing the opportunity to change the topic. “I assume you’re not here to reminisce about our high school days.” 

"Nope," Shoko replied. “ I just want to check on you. I’ve been thinking about that confession you made last year.”

"Why now?" Shion crossed her arms, suddenly guarded. 

“Time is considered to be a luxury for us, especially in this world.” Shoko paused for a second, carefully thinking about her next words as her index finger flicked the unlit cigarette. “Is it still the same? You’re still loving him because you think you have to?”

What had she said that night? Shion couldn’t remember, thanks to all that alcohol turning her mopey and shit, making her spill unspoken truths lies. The doctor didn’t have to take her confession so seriously; they were just drunken ramblings, and not meant to be accepted at face value. 

Did Shion love Gojo because–as she had said–she feels like she has to, because he deserves it? Or did she truly fall for him? 

She really wished that finding the answers for those questions would be easy, but it wasn’t. She blamed her lack of experience with love and romance. How was she supposed to know if she loved someone? It always seemed so simple in books--but despite her collection of romance novels, she had yet to truly understand it.

Some said that they knew they were in love with someone when they accepted their imperfections. They just learned to tolerate them.

Others said that that love was a gut feeling; something indescribable but recognizable as one grew older and wiser with experience. That definition certainly didn’t help at all. 

Gojo’s warmth…could she use that as her basis for understanding? Throughout the years she had known him, whenever he held her hand or hugged her, she felt safe and secure. As if he’s telling her everything would be alright.

No, it’s stupid to think that a mere touch could change everything she understood about herself. Maybe this love was purely platonic? After all, despite his hijinks, she respected him both as a person and as a sorcerer.

Shion fidgeted in her chair before placing her hand on her chest. “I do know the love I held for him is nothing more than admiration and respect. Afterall, I don’t deserve to be love and held in such-”

“Can you just stop for a sec there?” Shoko’s question interrupted Shion, the tone in her voice was laced with frustration. “Honestly, don’t you find it tiring to be so pathetic and weak-minded?”

Shoko took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair before exhaling. 

“You know…” The doctor crossed her arms. “He can and will scorch anybody and anything that hurts you.”

The words made Shion feel time had significantly slowed. What Shoko is saying couldn’t be true, right? Of course it's not! The idea that Satoru Gojo would forsake his dreams and ideals for someone like her? That sounded like pure blasphemy. She wasn’t worth the trouble. 

And what if it were true? If anything, it would make her hate herself more than she already did. 

“That’s not true.” Shion shook her head frantically; a shaky breath was released next. “He just hasn't found a reason to end our marriage. A special someone…” 

“Really?” Shoko raised her brow, unwittingly mocking her friend. “Look me in the eye and say you’ll be fine if he falls in love with someone else.” 

Shion gulped down her nervousness, steeling her nerves as she held Shoko’s gaze. However, when she opened her mouth, nothing came out, and the long-awaited words lodged in her throat as her breathing became shallow.

Something crept into the special grade sorceress, and this ‘something’ was all too familiar to her: fear. The fear that everything she held dear would disappear from her grasp, all because she dared to acknowledge it. 

“How long will you still deny-”

“Shut up!” 

Shion’s raised voice cut through Shoko's question. 

The distressed woman hugged herself, digging her nails into her arms and shutting her eyes close. “I don’t want to hear any of it!” Shion said. “It’s not true! I don’t fucking deserve it! He deserved so much better!”

In a split second, the atmosphere became thick and heavy with tension. As Shion repeated those words like a mantra to herself, Shoko distracted herself with her own thoughts. 

To be honest, it was none of her business. Shoko didn’t even like to meddle in someone else’s affairs. However, after the stupidest choice that her friend made six years ago, Shoko decided to be neutral.

Yes, the higher-ups were a huge pain in her ass, but thinking about how to traverse through the messy and complex web of politics in the hidden world of Jujutsu was too much for her. She already had patients and cursed spirits to worry about. 

Thankfully, her role as a practitioner of reverse cursed technique saved her from the higher-ups breathing down her neck. And, to prevent future headaches or raise suspicion, she kept Gojo at arm's length. 

Call her selfish for being neutral, but isn’t everyone else? There’s no such thing as a selfless individual. Sometimes, a “random act of kindness” could be nothing more than an ego trip.

…so why was she sticking her nose into Shion’s marriage? 

Shoko would say this as many times as she needed to. It was tiring to watch Shion and Gojo’s whole charade: the two of them trying to be oblivious, denying themselves for their own sakes. 

Fuck, she needed a drink. She didn’t give a shit that it was still early afternoon. 

A constant buzzing of Shoko’s phone severed her line of thought. With her free hand, she picked up the call. 

“Hello? Yeah, I’ll be there in five.” Shoko shoved her phone back into her lab coat. “Watanabe called, and he needs me for something.” 

The sound of her friend’s voice broke Shion from her trance. Her head snapped back up, meeting Shoko’s unfazed expression. 

“Shoko, I’m-”

“Don’t apologize.” Shoko cut her off, getting up from her seat. “I pushed too hard when you’re clearly not ready to talk about it. I’ll make up to you the next time we meet.”

The clicking sounds of Shoko’s heels echoed throughout the library. With every step she made, the sound became fainter and fainter until silence had become Shion’s companion once more. She returned to stare at the seemingly endless shower of pink petals.

Somehow, the color had become dull and lifeless to her.

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Before she left the library with the plush toy, Shion got a call from Yaga to pay a quick visit to his office. She really hoped it’s not about the mysterious holes found in Tsukamoto’s brown fabric body. Plenty of students fell victim to it and she knew Nanami was one of those unfortunate individuals. 

Without much to anyone’s surprise, many sought for revenge on the cursed corpse, but Yaga was the only obstacle that prevented them from doing so.

"A crow came to my office with Alex's request attached to it." Yaga handed Shion a scroll. "He specifically asked for you to join him on a mission."

Shion loosened the tie around the paper before briefly scanning the contents. "Is something wrong with it? You don't usually hand-deliver my missions unless it requires extra precaution."

"Call it a gut feeling, but…" Yaga picked up the felting needle and started working on his cursed corpse's torso. "I think something bad is going to happen with this one. I suggest you think carefully before accepting Alex’s request.” 

It’s been a while since she last heard that name. Alex was an Interpol agent who worked part time as a 1st Grade Sorcerer. He mostly dealt with international cases related to curses, or suspected curses. They had last spoken about two or three months ago, after Alex had enlisted her help in Egypt. 

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME WE’RE GONNA DEAL WITH A FUCKING BOOBY TRAP!” Shion yelled. 

As the duo ran along the steep-yet-narrow hallway, a giant boulder rolled down behind them. Their mission was supposed to be straightforward–search this tomb to investigate a ‘sickness’ plaguing a nearby village. 

She hated the heat, the constant feeling of sand in her mouth and feet, and the camels kept spitting at her even though she did nothing to gain their ire. 

But the trip became 10x worse than it already was when Alex decided to take a rest. By leaning on the pyramid’s wall, he had triggered this comical chase scene. 

“YOU SAID IT’S A SIMPLE MISSION!” 

“I THOUGHT THAT MUMMY SHIT  ISN’T REAL!” Alex retorted, seemingly about to lose his breath. "ALSO, AREN'T YOU A SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER!? WHY DON'T YOU PROVE IT!?"

While turning sharply, Shion reached for the handle of her dagger as she skidded across the limestone concrete floor, facing the incoming boulder that could have easily flattened her into a pancake.

"SHUT UP!"

She closed her eyes and opened them, her eyes turned seafoam colored as she swung her weapon towards it, digging her dagger into the solid rock surface. In a split second, the huge boulder broke into multiple pieces before into fine dust. 

She thought she could finally have peace in her husband’s office. However, seeing Yaga-sensei surrounded with his own cute creations, it left Shion a question of her own as she stared at the wooden ceiling, mindlessly playing with the doll’s floppy white ears. 

‘What can I do after all of this ends?’ 

She never thought much about what her life would be after the war with the cursed spirits ended. It’s a fleeting dream for sure, but there’s always an end to everything. There’s a small seed of hope in her that she would live long enough to see that day.

Happy ending? Unlikely. She’d seen so much shit that it felt impossible for her to keep going. Shion had ended enough lives to hear the voices who condemned her to death. She closed her eyes, unconsciously relieving that memory again. 

A girl no younger than 13 with black hair made a trail of red roses as she wielded her blade, tainting the snowy grounds of the compound. 

The pleas for mercy fell on deaf her ears as she drove her katana into her targets. Why would they bother to ask for forgiveness? Weren’t they bad people? She didn’t expect them to regret anything they did. 

The thirst for revenge clouded her judgment, ignoring the cold, lifeless eyes of her victims. They would answer for her parent’s blood with their own.

Her cold fingers warmed as a crimson-colored metallic smelling liquid painted them. Was it from the mother who wept over her dead children? Or was it from the elderly couple she struck down?

 At this point, Death would be her constant companion. And even if she wanted to, there’s no turning back as she was already knee-deep into her path of vengeance. 

The people she slaughtered like cattle were her mere stepping-stones towards her own goal. 

Shion’s eyes shot wide open, breaking free from her memory when she felt something vibrating in her pocket. She fished it out, and her phone lit up with her husband's caller ID, and an incoming request for a video call. 

She accepted the call, and the screen of her phone changed to show her husband’s stupidly handsome face. She questioned the acceleration of her heartbeat upon realizing he didn’t have his usual white bandages, leaving his face bare. She’d seen his beautiful blue eyes countless times, but why now? 

“Miss me that much?” Gojo raised his brow at his wife’s stoicism. “You usually pick up my calls after 3 rings, honey.”

This unexpected pet name sent color to Shion’s pale cheeks. “If you called me to prove your point, I'd hang up on you.” 

“Wait!” Her husband loudly exclaimed. “ I just wanted to hear how things are going so far. It’s pretty busy around here. I’ll be out for another two weeks. ”

14 more days? That’s too long for him to be away. Then again, it’s not like everyone could be a sorcerer which meant more work for her husband. Would it be alright to be a little selfish, to ask for more of his time? 

Masking her disappointment, Shion let out a small sigh. “Where do you want me to start?” 

“From the very beginning.”

The conversation between the couple was supposed to be a quarter of an hour but it went beyond that. Surprisingly, Gojo didn’t interrupt her once with his usual snide remarks. It’s almost as if he called her to listen to her voice. This idea almost made her blush on the spot as her heart beat faster. 

Shion let out a small gasp, remembering something at the last second. “Also, Watanabe-sensei shot Tsukamoto dead.”

“The teddy bear with boxing gloves?” Gojo asked, watching Shion nodded. “Save me a front row seat–I wanna be there when it happens.”

“When what happens?” 

“When Yaga-sensei suplexes Watanabe-sensei.” 

Now, it would be an interesting sight to see. 

“Satoru,” Shion called him, but instead of warmth, a dreadful feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”

Gojo’s lax expression straightened as he picked up the seriousness of Shion’s tone. 

“We’ve been married almost six years, Satoru,” Shion started, pausing for a moment. “And I‘ve been thinking about your answer that day. Is it still the same? Marrying me because you have to?”

The day after her trial and announcement of her engagement, a question formed in her head despite the  influence of anesthesia in her system. She thought that the drug had given her the courage to ask her husband. So much of that day was foggy, yet somehow his words became engraved deep in her memory.  

Back then, his answer solidified her belief that her married life would be miserable. 

“Why do you want to marry me, Gojo?” 

“I could let them have your head.” Gojo grabbed a lock of her black hair, playing it between his fingers. “But…you possess one-of-a-kind technique. That would become one of my regrets, if I didn’t intervene.”

Gojo pressed his lips against her hair, the disgust churning Shion’s stomach.

“The wedding gift I want from my lovely soon-to-be wife is… don’t die on me.”

Instead of an immediate response, the astounding silence was enough to make Shion’s blood run cold. Although Gojo’s expression remained unchanged, she saw the uneasiness in his eyes. 

‘What are we?’ 

Three simple words were enough to change everything she had with Gojo. She wanted to ask that question, and resisting the temptation grew harder and harder with each passing day–the risk was too heavy to jeopardize what they had. 

And look at her selfish curiosity brought to her. She almost ruined what she had with him because of his silent response. That was enough for Shion. Yet why did she feel such disappointment? Did she truly hope his answer would be different? 

“Shion-”

"Please forget about this conversation." Shion bit her inner cheek, preventing herself from frowning. "It's unfair for you to be asked on the spot when you have other priorities to worry about."

Another moment of stillness passed between them, but it wasn’t the uncomfortable type of silence, like she had experienced with Shoko earlier. 

Gojo chose "Let's talk about it when I get back, okay?"

Fearing her voice would fail her, Shion nodded. Without anything else to say, Gojo ended the call, returning her phone's screen back to her wallpaper. It’s her pre wedding photo. She couldn’t recall the fine details on how she came to agree with the decision. 

However, she noticed something different in Gojo. As far as she remembered, this photo dated back when things were so damn complicated and difficult between them, causing a thick strain in their relationship. 

Yet, the softness she found in his gaze towards her told her otherwise. 

Why was he looking at her like that? As if…she was everything to him? 

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One late evening, a lone special grade sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, finally returned home after eight long days with barely enough sleep. His mission ended earlier than expected, but hey, at least he could finally see his lovely wife sleep properly in his comfy bed.

“I’m home!” 

After taking his shoes off near the doorstep, he walked towards the living room with a spring in his step. However, his expectations fell shortly after seeing a messy patch of green hair on top of a bespectacled man’s head. 

“Oh, you’re home.” Watanabe folded the newspaper in half. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Watanabe-sensei?” Gojo knitted his brows. “What are you doing here in my house? Where are Tsumiki and Megumi?”

“First, your wife asked me to look after them while she’s on a mission. Second, they’re asleep.” The school doctor rolled his neck before rubbing the nicotine patch on his upper left arm. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to school.”

“And Shion?”

“What about her, Gojo?" Watanabe's eyes widened a bit upon remembering. “She did tell me she’s going home with you in tow three days ago.” 

Gojo resisted the urge to frown in confoundment upon hearing what Watanabe said. As much as he remembered, there was nothing indicating that his wife would be coming home with him. Maybe she said that to quell the children’s worries? After all, he hadn’t given them a clear idea as to when he’d be back.

So, his wife contacted Watanabe three days ago? Had something happened whilst he’s away? Nothing came to mind. Probably some sort of mix-up in communication. Still, he had a bad feeling.

Watanabe blinked a couple of times. “Anything else?” 

“I need you to look after the kids again.” 

“Huh? I’m a doctor, not a babysitter.” 

“I’ll tell Yaga-sensei what happened to Tsukamoto.”

“How did you-forget it.” Watanabe sighed heavily, scratching his head in the process. “Your influence on her truly shows. I can’t believe I’m still here, babysitting… You better cover my ass if Ieiri comes looking for me.”

Watanabe took his spot again on the couch as Gojo made way to his bedroom. He switched on the lights, illuminating his room. He lied down in bed and called his wife’s phone. The phone on the other end started ringing just as he put it to his ear. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until he heard Shion’s voicemail. 

Gojo kept calling and calling until his frustration took over. Where the fuck is she? He couldn’t sense the wedding ring or even her dreaded cursed energy. He cursed underneath his breath before getting out of bed. 

His mood improved when his eyes landed on a long, white floppy eared puppy. It was sitting comfortably on top of Shion’s bookshelf while wearing clothes that resembled his uniform. Instead of the white bandages, a black blindfold covered its eyes.

"Why, hello…" Gojo grinned, picking up the stuffed plush toy. "Is this supposed to be me?"

Even though Shion denied missing him, Gojo felt the effort she put into making this handicraft.  “We’ve been married almost six years, Satoru,” Shion started, pausing for a moment. “And I‘ve been thinking about your answer that day. Is it still the same? You’ve stayed married to me because you feel that you have to?” Gojo frowned. How could he forget that conversation? When his wife had never before questioned anything about their marriage…

Technically speaking, his answer hadn’t changed. He only married her to save her from getting her head chopped off. But if things were different, maybe he would marry her out of love, or maybe he didn’t. Instead, he would find another alternative to see her alive and breathing. 

He put the doll back where it was and began browsing through Shion’s mini library. If he couldn’t get through to her himself, maybe he could find some sort of clue in her books. He pulled down his bandages and started browsing through her collection. 

After almost half an hour, Gojo took note of the central themes in some of the books he briefly read. And, he wondered if it had something to do with him.

“If only I met you sooner.” …People tend to weave this idea into various stories– romantic or not, it was always a hit with the audience. Despite Shion seemingly being a fan of this trope, Gojo didn’t see the appeal of it. 

As he grew older and wiser with time, he understood why this futile fantasy often played into stories. Gojo believed its popularity was fueled by self-doubt, as humans tended to be fickle with their opinions on relationships. He could imagine the reason behind Shion’s fascination towards it. Was it because of how lonely she felt in the years before she met him? Or did she sense the solitude in him? 

Putting the book away, he pulled out his phone and noticed a text notification from Shion. The tension in his shoulders didn't leave. Why did he feel uneasiness from it?

In the picture, a disheveled woman was sitting alone, seemingly her arms were behind the chair she’s sitting on. She slumped over the chair with her hair hanging like curtains across her face. Above her was a single dimly lit lightbulb, illuminating her tired features and the black silk dress hung on her body. Splotches of red and purple littered across her arms and legs.

But the temperature in his body rose in anger and the bedroom dropped to zero degrees when he saw text:

“You’ll raise hell from the bottomless pit just for her, right?” 

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A/n: HEEEYYYYY, I'm back from my unannounced 4 month hiatus. Don't worry, this author is fighting tooth and nail with writer's block on a daily basis. Anyways, it was supposed to be a Megumi-ish centered chapter but the author still hasn't grasped of his character that much to think what would he be like in his childhood with Shion around. Because of this said problem, I was duking out with writer's block, and school.

Special thanks to zark or xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter because as always, she did a wonderful job.

Also, for those who are up to date with the manga....Yeah...Since Gege chose to end the year with a bang, I might as well slammed the door open into the new year with a nice cliffhanger. ^^

In addition, here's Alex's Character Info: Character Profile: Alexander Atotsugi “Alex” Kim Enrollment Method: Family Lineage Hobbies: Collecting Antiques Favorite Food: Hae-jang guk (hangover soup) Least Favorite Food: Kimchi (can’t handle spice - his mother was purely disappointed in him) Cause of Stress: Dirty stuff - His mother is Korean American while his father is a former member of the Kamo Clan. His second name, Atotsugi, means "heir" as his father wants him to be the next clan leader. - Supposed to be next in line for clan head, but he has no interest in it. Because of his rejection, he earned the stitches on his face because his head was literally split into two from the family’s assassination attempt. - Met Mei Mei in a clan meeting between their families (after his clan paid him enough to make an appearance), only to find out he's her senior at Jujutech.

Hopefully, my next update wont be after 4 months as my life will be a bit busy after graduation this month. So, for those who were waiting, I apologize and thank you for being patient. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll see you guys whenever the next ch.