#took me a second to realise what he was talking about and legit froze

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♦♥ Paint them red ♠♣

[Yandere!Riddle Rosehearts x reader] [pr 1] [pr 2]

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(y/n) was only 9 when she first found her hidden place through the forest . An area covered by tallest of trees and darkest of shadows .

Quiet

(y/n) found herself gazing upon the large table covered with a dirty white table cloth .Two cracked teapots on two sides of it , several small teacups in front of seven wooden chairs set all around .

" W-wow"

As the cold wind started to Howl , she slowly walked closer to be the uninvited guest to this party , admiring the pace and forest's small surprise for her.

She bowed down as a proper apology to the imaginary guests .

" Sorry for being late !"

Taking a seat , she found a hat with multiple bruises and different colorful fabrics on it , having it's sunlight colors turned black and gray as the result of being left out there for days ; dare to say years .

"Mad hatter..!"

She turned around to catch each and every easter egg , waiting there for her to discover them .

A broken chest clock . (Y/n) carefully picked it up , realizing it's cold and wet body while smelling its ringed copper .

"My my , March heir is late again? "

(y/n) giggled as she tries to sound as legit as possible

"Well he'd better be early , or Queen of hearts would be off with his he-"

(y/n) Froze as she heared bushes shaking . She didn't realize how she dropped the chest clock until she sound of broken glass shook her .

'Who was there?'

"Wh...who is there...?"

no anwser came

(y/n) said , trying her best to hide her fear from exploding and voice from shaking . Hearing the bushes shaking wasn't supposed to be any big deal , but things are different when you're all alone into the woods .

" Hello...?"

"C...come out !"

She dared to step forward trying to get a better sight of whatever was going on behind the bushes . Seeing the! shaking again she let out a silent scream .

Once again , silence poured the atmosphere .

(y/n) slowly lowered herself , picking up a rock

"Last chance ; come out ! Or you'll regret it !!"

This was taking too long...

"Okay ! Take it !!"

She angrily threw it to the bushes , just to make making something or better to say , someone, smirk playfully :

" You're really terrible at targeting , aren't you ?"

Hearing the voice , (y/n) first froze . Then want mad again :

" AND YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE AT MAKING SMALL TALK !" , she shouted angrily , face as red as a tomato now .

"JUST A COWARD WOULD DARE TO STALK ON A YOUNG LADY LIKE THIS !!"

"Me ? stalking ? " , the childish voice continued to tease her : "Then what would you say about entering one's private place uninvitedly . You're lucky it's not with the Queen of hearts ; she would've been off with your head by the time you realized..," the boy giggled sarcastically .

(Y/n) got even redder but now , there was a bit of shame as well . This place ? One's private area ? No way .

She couldn't imagine once in a hundred times that such a mess might actually be owned by someone . At least it could've been kept...cleaner .

" If I were you , I would've considered at least wiping off the dust once in a month ! Also , if you really "own" this messed up tea party , then stop sneaking LIKE A RAT and show yourself !" , it might've been too much to call someone mad at you for stepping into their property 'rat' , but that was no big deal since they were just children .

For the third time , silence granted the atmosphere

"If you don't , then I'll come there myse-"

She was cut off as the red haired kid came out of the shadows , giving her an uninterested look .

" First , I wasn't sneaking ; I was ' watching ' . You've been doing the same for your first 10 minutes here. Also , this isn't a simple tea party , this is a non- birthday party . Tea parties don't have many deserts served and won't usually have more than 6 guests . That's the difference "

(y/n) went speechless , she meant to kick the bastard who's been scaring her and instead , she was given a presentation about differences between tea parties and non-birthday paries . 'Whoever this guy is , he surely has a thing for non-birthday parties' , she thought . Taking her time to analyse the boy more carefully , she realized that he was actually... cute . Short messy red hair with a weird hair cut that shaped a heart upon his head , shiny silver eyes that kinda matched the dirty color of that dirty tablecloth , tidy clothes that proved that he did come from a high class family indeed ...

'Such an ironic attitude is a total contrast to this cute appearance'

"What's your name ? "

"Ah...what?",she was suddenly pulled out of her day dreaming and for a second , didn't get what she was asked.

"Your name , I said," Riddle replied .

"I'm..."

She felt awkward taking for too long to anwser such a childish question so decided to take advantage of it

"Don't you know the appropriate way to ask for a lady's name ? " , she tried to sound as mature as possible

"If it's a "lady" who has stepped into my property , I think this way's appropriate enough, "

He got (y/n) in that point so there was no need to be offended

"It's....(y/n)," she mumbled slowly , giving him a look as an expect of his name .

He smiled at your name and stepped closer to you: " I'm Riddle , pleasure to meet you ,(y/n) "

He patiently brought you his hand to shake it .

" Pleasure to meet you to , Riddle "

The ironic atmosphere now seemed to be gone , even the forest didn't feel as dark and cold as a few seconds ago .

" Well well , (y/n) . I'm not gonna be off with your head but I'm not gonna let you pass like nothing has happened either ," he said holding a smirk .

His was still teasing her , but she were getting used to his cringy attitude . 'Perhaps he isn't that bad after all , ' she thought .

"And now ? What are "you" going to do to me ? Trial me in a court or push me into a rabbit hole ?" you asked with a playful tone , not minding to tease him back a little bit .

Riddle's smile disappeared , making him break eye contact with you . This wasn't the anwser he was expecting .

He took a quick look around before having his eye caught on something .

A small grin appeared upon his lips : " Neither , I've got a better idea,"

"Huh?" she asked , raising an eyebrow

'God , this boy is taking a joke seriously ,maybe I should've explained better...'

"Paint them red , all of them ," he said pointing to rose bushes surrounding them .

"Paint what....?" , she asked , still unsure if it was another joke .

"This area's surrounded by white roses . Queen of hearts would've been really disappointed if she were here , wouldn't she? She probably would've wanted them all...red "

(y/n) Couldn't really get if he was kidding or not but she found not the smallest of sense of humor into his solid tune .

She sighed , asking : " Okay , how should I be coloring them , then ? "

"Use those," Riddle ordered , pointing to back of you .

You returned to see a paint can with a paint brush on it . It took her a few minutes to stop watching since it seemed pretty odd to her. 'They weren't there before...' she thought.

"If I lose my temper , you lose head girl . So be fast." Riddle warned her ; not that (y/n) was taking him seriously though...not yet

(y/n) bowed down to pick the brush and paint can . She trembled a bit when her hand firstly touched thr can's unexpectedly cold fuselage. She pulled it up , trying to open it

" why doesn't it open ?" she mumbled while struggling with the can , trying to open it . 'Just how hard has this thing been sealed ?!' she held it between her thigh dragging it's door with all her power left in her fist .

" Ouch-! "

She managed to catch the can before having all the color spilled , that was close . She sat once again at the dirty , wet ground ; staring at the half empty , opened can . She then realised red color on her finger .

"You had your finger cut by just opening a can? " , Riddle questioned .

'How long has he been standing there ?' she thought , realizing how close he was to her now .

You rose your head to find Riddle staring at you , arms crossed and eyes a little bit widened .

"Here , take my hand," he said offering you his hand . She held his hand , expecting him to pull it and helo her stand up , but he did nothing but to hold her hand , making have to raise using her only one hand . She relied her hand on the earth , feeling the wet soil and small rocks within her fingers. With one push , she stood up , slightly pulling her hand from Riddle's , but he didn't let go . He wasn't looking into her face , yet he was staring at her finger , which was covered in dirt and small sight of blood .

"Can you , let go of my hand?" (y/n) asked uncomfortably , she didn't really enjoy the way he was starting at her finger.

Riddle silently rose his head and locked eyes with her : " Are you gonna waste that ?"

"Waste what...?"

" Your blood ,"

(y/n) stood blank at the anwser , more from how calm and serious it was said . She uncomfortably tried to free her hand from his fist : " What do you mean by wasting my-"

She didn't get to continue as Riddle pulled her hand with him , almost making her fall . He brings himself closer to the rose bushes , pulling (y/n) with him .

"Hey ! what are you-," she protested ; not that Riddle was actually listening.

Riddle pulls her closer to the white bushes , letting go of her hand and holding her finger instead .

"Right there..." he lowly whispered , holding her finger with one hand while putting the other on her waist , slightly making (y/n) bow down , her face too close to touch the thorns.

He gently brings her finger closer to a rose , softly putting it on a petal as if your finger was kissing it . He slowly moves her finger to spread the color , turning the lifeless white to a deep , glossy red . (Y/n) could feel his warm breathes upon her neck , along with the sound of his heart beating at her back :

All so calm and gentle , followed by an organized rhythm coming one after one , never in a hurry....

He continued to paint the roses with your blood ; until your finger gets too dry to be used . He carefully pulls her finger back , makimg sure that it won't be touched by any thorns , then pulling back all her body from the roses .

Riddle suddenly let go of her hand a body , making (y/n) lose balance for a second .

"Fine then , get to your work . They aren't gonna be colored on their own," he mumbled , clearing his throat . (y/n) sighed again . The gentle and calm painter holding her tightly before was now gone . The strict ruler of forest was back . But why did he have to turn away ?As he was turning his head from her , was that , blush she saw upon his pale cheeks ?

"Get to work . We haven't got all day " he ordered .

Well at least , this Riddle made more sense than the one which...which was there a few minutes ago or whatever-

Quickly , (y/n) picked up the brush and can , not wanting Riddle to be mad at her again.

If she were trying to be honest , she must have admitted that it wasn't too bad being ordered around by the redhead . He seemed to have his own childish trends along with his cold, strict personality . Also , she did agree that she found him cute .

It was not only because of his naturally rare hair color together with his chubby cheeks and silver eyes , but she was also attracted to his ,well, dramatical side . She could still feel his slender fingers on her waist ; so soft and gentle , yet strong . (Y/n) wasn't sure why , but she felt attached to those very few seconds . As a child , she might've considered those "moments" as part of her romantic fantasies , until the day she finds her own prince charming holding her close and gentle ; showing her a true happy ending and making her finally believe in fairy tales ; to have a happy ending .

Ah but how wrong she was...

Both about those seductive minutes and fairy tales

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"Enough"

(y/n) was unexpectedly stopped . 'What's the matter? There are still half of the bushes left ,' she thoughtv. What was wrong ? Wasn't he satisfied with the color or hadn't she colored them properly ? Could that be her wasting too much color on each rose ? She didn't know-

Hundreds of thoughts scaped her mind in a matter of seconds as she tried to find out what might've dissatisfied Riddle : " Um , anything wrong ?"

"Hm , should it be ?" he replied . A small grin started to appear on his lips as he got closer to rose bushes , checking their each and every detail from petals to leaves. "Well I can't deny it , I'm impressed ," he said , cutting a flower from its bush : " The color's solid and well spreaded , neither too tender nor too thick , it's just like a glacier of ice covering the petals , " He steps toward you , not taking his eyes off the flower for even a second . He brushes his finger upon the petals , careful not to ruin or harm them : " Eventhough it's colored , I can still feel it's softness under my fingers . Most of the flowers turn rough and scaly with color on them..."

He continues to explore each and every detail left on the flower , making (y/n) more and more attached . She could even say that this made her admire Riddle as he was , such a patient and accuracy wasn't something you'd get to see everyday , he did surely have an eye for detail . Each and every reply from him seemed like a million to her , making her want more of it . Before she could've realized , Riddle was now really close to her . With now their breathes meeting , it was just a few inches away . (y/n) moved her eyes from the ground to the rose and then , from the rose to Riddle's eyes . Suddenly she feels butterflies in his stomach , making her gulp and hold her breathe .

"Nice job done , (y/n)"

(y/n) could feel blood rushing to her cheeks again time but it was greater this time , making her face sweat a bit .

Riddle didn't move an eyebrow , he simply kept watching ; again . (y/n) Found his gaze a bit uncomfortable , deciding to bring on a subject to wreck this unsettling silence : " Shall I paint these last ones as well?" she said , pointing to the roses behind your back with your paintbrush ; still wet in red .

"Indeed , " Riddle nodded .

"But not today"

Once again , he turns to بوته ها , slowly moving his hand above the roses as he walked , giving his movement a soft , yet organized , rhythm .

"It's starting to get dark already , it would be such a pitty if you lost your way through the woods , wouldn't it ?"

His words made (y/n) recognize how fast time had passed : She'd got there a while after the sunrise and now it was... What time was it ? 6 ? 7 ? She couldn't tell .

She looked up to the grayish sky ; now all covered in dark clouds . She couldn't quite keep her eyes open as wind started to blew , getting soil and dust into her eyes and making all trees and bushes shake heavily . She could hear crows cawing as they all flew away , filling the sky with portraits of wandering shadows .

Riddle came to you , not being the least affected by the unsettling atmosphere :

"30 days "

You thought that you must have misheard him through that thunder of sounds , but there was no mistake . He was speaking loud and clear

"You'll be returning herr in 30 days , one month . I'd be waiting here . Don't be late , miss (y/n) ,"

(y/n) didn't know how to reply , so wasn't she going to paint the rest till then ? Was he trying to tease her even more by making this game last for another month or... she was being invited to an actual tea party ?

(y/n) didn't get to anwser as a flash of lightning brightened the sky , making her let out a silent scream . She just quickly shook her head as an okay and started to run out of the place. At the moment , (y/n) didn't get why she agreed to such a nonsense. But soon it came clear that it wasn't a request ;

it was an order.

And all she could do was showing her obedience toward the redhead , even if it didn't make any sense.

As she was panting heavily trying to find her way within endless trees and wild winds , her minb was running toward the silver eyed boy . His words , his gaze , his eyes , he surely was much of a riddle after all... a complicated one of course .

But...

There was something about him that busied her mind :

~"You'll be returning to me in 30 days , one month . I'd be waiting here for you to come . Don't be late for the non-birthday party , miss (y/n)"~

His voice echoed through her head , making her smile . She couldn't deny being hyped for the next time they met and getting to know this new friend of her better . There were hundreds of questions popping in her mind already , giving her a sense of curiosity and excitement .

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Days flew away and before she could've imagined , (y/n) was standing again within the treeless area , but not quite the same as the last time :

(y/n) Could feel the smell of steamed tea combined with softness of sweet vanilla , then having it even better with a mild scent of fresh flowers through the air .

Table looked... different now . Broken teapots were replaced with classic , florid ones and previously dirty , gray tablecloth was white and tiddy . Empty plates and dishes were filled with colorful shortcakes , sandwiches , marshmallows and other eye-catching desserts .

She couldn't help but to hold tip of her dress bowing down in respect of her host's hospitality , who has been watching her for minutes now .

" 2 minutes late , any excuses ?" , Riddle said coming out of the shadows, holding a clock in his hand .

"Almost lost my way though the woods , that's why ," (y/n) said . Trying to seem as polite as possible ; in contrast to her last time .

Riddle sighed , definitely not even a bit satisfied with the anwser . But he wasn't really fascinated either since it was (y/n) they were talking about .

"Anyways , let's not delay the party anymore . May I ? " , he said , genty holding his hand to her with a soft smile . ' He can really be much of a gentleman sometimes ' , she thought . Riddle patiently leads her to the other side of table , pulling the chair for hair to sit . " What a gentleman ," (y/n) smirked , taking her seat . Riddle sat at the other side of table , locking eyes with her . " And now , let the non-birthday party begin ! Happy non-birthday to you (y/n) ! " Riddle says cheerfully , rising his tea cup . (y/n) giggled softly , taking her own tea cup , this was going to be long day...

" Happy non-birthday to you too , Riddle !"

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"Enough for today "

'Again..?', (y/n) thought . She stood up to see the amount of roses done with coloring : a quarter of them were still left... she'd just painted half of what was left from the other time . "Um...I can finish them toda-"

"No," Riddle cut her off : "It's already pretty late . I don't want you getting lost ."

"It's not that la-" she recognized how late it really was by looking at the sky . How did it pass so fast ? Perhaps it was because of how much they talked while having a... non-birthday party. She couldn't feel time passing at all .

" So...when should I be back for...the rest of them ?"

Riddle smiled at your question , more because of seeing you willing for a next time .

"30 days , one month . Don't be late..."

(y/n) smiled slowly taking her way to the woods . Just before getting to far from Riddle to see , she turned back gently bowing down : " Thanks for the tea , Riddle "

Riddle just shook a head as a you're welcome , but that was enough for (y/n) . She'd never expected him to be this hospitable with her , and that was already more than enough for her .

On her way back , something was stock in her mind again : Was she really going to finish the roses next time or would it end up with one eighth of them left ? Or was the redhead afraid of not seeing her again if this little game of him didn't continue ? Come to think of it , they all seemed cute to young , naive (y/n) , cheerful about her new friend.

But there were other consequences as well she didn't notice at the time

The new roses growing after their monthly duration was just one of them...

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Beautiful Trauma by Pink with Nishinoya, please!

Woop yess yeah angst is coming your way.

Okay I’m taking a break from matchups lol they’re getting harder to do because I do like a ton of them every day and like they’re GRUELLING HAVSJSGS they’re gonna be back but like I’m gonna focus on writing scenarios and maybe hcs for a bit then get right back to the matchups:)

Btw @artsamber I’m sorry I genuinely don’t know how marriage fics work and I don’t really see Nishinoya as someone that would lose interest after marriage, but I’ll try my best to incorporate your ideas into this fic!

(I’m legit trying my best to keep this as non explicit as I can because I’m keeping these for future uses if my English teacher ever tells me to write romance or something I can just pull up my blog and use scenarios-)

Beautiful Trauma// Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Mild swearing

Nishinoya didn’t like feeling guilty. He hated the falling sensation he would get whenever he lied. The thought of having to hurt someone disgusted him. He was mostly an open book, it was as if you could read him word for word, everything expressed in those goofy facial expressions. He didn’t ask for much. He wanted someone who he could tease. Someone he could trust with his inner conflicts. Someone that could make him feel appreciated. Out of all the things however, he craved for excitement the most. Excitement that you weren’t able to give him. He loved you, he definitely loved you. But in a couple of years’ time, the spark that used to ignite whenever he looked at you, touched you, kissed you, it was gone. He tried to ignore the emptiness, grasping at any opportunity he could to regain those feelings. Going on more dates, inviting you to all his matches, bringing you over to his house every single week, he did everything he could Nothing worked. He no longer felt special. He had fought so hard for you, everything was all rainbows and unicorns, until it wasn’t. Until you became just another person for him. 

You still remember the exact moment you realised he had changed. It still goes through your mind till this day. It was New Year’s Eve. The two of you went out to watch the fireworks at midnight. His hand felt cold that night, not a trace of the usual warmth that embraced your hand perfect to be found.. It felt stale and frigid. He didn’t initiate his usual weird chatter, nor did he make an effort to talk to you at all. Every other couple at the venue was doing some lovey dovey crap, giving each other bone crushing hugs, or laying in their loved one’s lap, occasionally sneaking a kiss or two. Seeing that, you tried to sneak in some romance into your date. You turned towards him, leaning in and giving him a kiss. Your heart fell when he stayed still, not reacting to anything. He didn’t kiss back, he didn’t hold your hand, he didn’t even make an effort to play with your hair.  It was as if your kiss had absolutely no effect on him. You tried again, letting go of his hand and cupping his cheek. Still nothing. You pulled away, slightly disappointed at the lack of attention you were getting from him as he stared at you with bored eyes, dragging you down to sit next to him. This should’ve been a sign. A sign that something was wrong. However, you brushed it off. Maybe he was just feeling a bit sick that night.

The lack of attention went on for months. You would have to ask him out every week, just to be able to spend any quality time with him, and most of the time he’d decline, using the same three excuses every time.

“Sorry, I’m busy with volleyball.”

“Feeling a bit tired today, I’ll pass.”

“I have schoolwork, can’t come.”

The rare instances where he doesn’t decline your request, he’s completely indulged in his phone. As if there was something that was better than spending time with the one he loved that was on that godforsaken monitor. You would try poking him, shaking him, nudging him, everything you could possibly do to gain his attention. In return, all you’d receive was an irritated groan or your hand being picked up and put back onto your lap, followed by a wave of depression hitting you by surprise as he continues to scroll mindlessly through his phone. You were tired of this, your gut telling you to just break it off with him. However you were hopeful. Too hopeful. You continued to cling onto the last shred of hope you had in that attention lacking heart of yours, praying that by spending enough time with him, he would go back to his old self. The Nishinoya that she fell in love with. The one that gave her kisses on her cheek, squeezed her hand whenever he held it, cried with her during hard times, pushed her on the swings in an abandoned park. She continued to look forward to a day, where he would once again greet her at her doorstep before walking to school together. That day never came.

Half a year. Half an entire year of hiding his inner conflicts. Nishinoya was done keeping it in. He had to tell you one way or the other anyways. He was sick of seeing how disappointed you’d get after he ignored you time and time again. He was drowning in his own guilt throughout the never-ending six months. That pit of regret that dug itself in his stomach made him want to just rip everything to pieces and scream into a void. He didn’t want to see you like this, but quite frankly there was nothing he could do. His feelings were slowly fading, and they weren’t coming back. Everything that seemed bright in the world went dull as he pondered over his own emotions in his room. Letting out a feral yell, he sent all the books and papers on his desk flying to the floor, ripping some up and stomping on them. “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? HUH? I CAN’T DO THIS TO HER! I can’t... I can’t hurt her like that.” He grabbed at his hair, pulling at it as he slid down the wall hopelessly, choking out strained sobs and screams as tears poured from his eyes. He was beyond frustrated. He definitely didn’t want to hurt you by telling you how he felt, however hiding it wouldn’t do any good either. In fact, the longer he hid it, the more affected by it you would be. He had made his mind. He was going to tell you the truth the next day, but at what cost? He was scared, definitely. He could already picture what would happen. He would tell you his conflicts, and you two would end it there, with both of you crying and leaving for different classes. He would probably do terribly during practice, maybe even skip it for once, and you would probably go home and cry. It would hurt him to tell you, but it was for the best.

You weren’t feeling ecstatic the next day, although you should’ve been. In your bag, was a framed polaroid, along with a tiny note attached to it, stuffed in between your lunchbox and textbooks. You made sure not to let the note crumple up. That was something important. Your friends teased you about it, calling you a hopeless romantic, lovestruck schoolgirl, and a variety of different romance tropes. All you could do was nod and laugh dryly, and pray they didn’t see the frown on your face throughout the whole day. During lunch, you scanned the cafeteria for your partner, finally landing your eyes on his tiny figure. He was in the very back of the lunch line, scrolling through his phone, again. You took a deep breath, grabbing the polaroid and treading towards him. “Nishinoya, can I talk to you alone for a bit?” The boy’s eyes glanced towards you, before he cracked a fake grin. “Uh sure thing.” You pulled him out of the lunch line, guiding him to behind a random stairwell, leaning on the wall with the framed photo in hand.

“So, for our second anniversary, I made you this. I hope you like it.” Nishinoya froze, before his eyes widened, his mouth slowly opening. “I- I’m so sorry (Y/N), I completely forgot about this! Oh lord I’m so dumb oh god-” He stopped for a moment. This was the perfect opportunity to tell you. You two were finally alone, he could just get it done and over with. He thought about it a bit more. Would it be too much for you? He had already forgotten about you guys’ anniversary, whilst you made an effort to make him something. He decided against it. He would do it another day. “Yuu, it’s okay, Don’t worry about it. Just read the note when you get back. I gotta go eat now, see you around.” And with that, you made your way back to your table. NIshinoya’s heart clenched. He felt terrible. He really hid the fact that he was losing interest from you for months, whilst you continued to believe that he loved you with his whole heart. He stared at the polaroid in his hand. It was from when you two had your first date in a pink cafe. That was the first time he ever kissed you in public. Inside of the frame, was a piece of paper folded into a tiny square. That was the note you were talking about. He let out a heavy sigh, returning to the cafeteria as well.

The note was now in his hands, still folded in that neat square. When school ended, you didn’t wait for Nishinoya like you usually did. Instead, he saw you walk away with another friend, who was patting your back as you were hunched over slightly. His heart dropped. Thank the lords he decided not to tell you today. Polaroid frame in hand, he examined everything. Maybe there was some hidden message behind this. Maybe she wrote something on the back of the polaroid too, instead of just writing a note. He took a few minutes to just observe the framed photo, before giving up and shoving it back into his bag. There was nothing weird or suspicious about it. It was just a normal polaroid. He walked home alone, not waiting for Tanaka. He felt like absolute shit, head hanging low as he walked towards his house, hands in his pocket. The second he got to his room, he threw everything to the floor, scrambling for the framed polaroid and pulling out the untouched note. He opened the note up, to see a neatly written message. It wasn’t just a note, it was a whole letter.

Dear Yuu,

I expected this already, so don’t be sorry. I knew you were going to forget. You’ve changed, everyone could see. Because of that, there’s something I need to tell you.

I’m breaking it off here.

Nishinoya’s eyes widened as he gripped the paper tightly with his now shaky hands. “No way....”

I know you might be confused as to why I’m doing this. But hear me out. I can see that you’ve changed. For the past months you’ve been uninterested. You haven’t been like the old Yuu since New Year’s Eve.

I love you, I do, but I can’t bear to see you force yourself into continuing this facade. It’s been two years, this isn’t a surprise to me. I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me against your heart’s desire. I’d rather you be happy with the relationship. Please. Let’s just end it here. It was beautiful while it lasted, but now it’s just trauma for me. I hope this anniversary gift is good enough. Goodbye.

Love,

(Y/N)

Tears streamed down the boy’s face as he re-read the letter again. Nothing changed. You had said what you said and Nishinoya felt terrible. He should’ve known you would be able to read through him. He should’ve just told you from the start, instead of keeping it in like a coward. Putting the letter down, he grabbed his bag, and threw it across the room, letting it land to the ground with a thud as his laptop and his textbooks spilled out. “NISHINOYA YUU WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Ah, of course, it was his mom. “NISHINOYA STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE!” The short boy ignored her, continuing to let his anger out. He threw all the books from his shelf onto the wooden floor, ripped up pieces of homework, and threw the polaroid to the ground, jumping on it and cracking the glass. He wasn’t mad at you. He was frustrated with himself. He was furious at his own cowardice, that led to him breaking your heart. “Why? It shouldn’t have been like this! I should’ve apologised to her before any of this happened! We might’ve had a chance!”

He continued to massacre his bedroom, throwing everything at his wall and breaking anything he possibly could get his hands on. His legs felt tired from stomping and jumping and his arms ached from ripping everything. He fell back, landing on his ass as he cradled his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. He wanted to lie to himself. Tell himself there was nothing he could do about it. Convince himself that he had already tried his best.

But deep down, he knew that he just didn’t try hard enough, and now, the two years you guys spent together, where he loved every single minute of, was nothing but a beautiful trauma.

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[skip-the-static]

Just had a customer try and argue if he had to provide proof that he's exempt from wearing a mask then it's the same as when the nazis "put that yellow star on the Jews", his words.

I didn't even ask for proof

#tw nazi mention #tw nazis #he went on a full rant too #couldn't hear half of it until he circled round to nazis #took me a second to realise what he was talking about and legit froze

[sunshinedjh]

Summoning Love Part Nine: Truth

Summoning Love: Phil Lester has the ability to make anything he desires appear at will. However, with great power comes great responsibility. And along with his parents wanting to disown him, his entire school thinking he’s a freak, and being the only person in this world he knows of with a hidden power, things can get rather lonely…   Phan |Superpowers |High School Au |

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Part Eight

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Word Count: 1385

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Warnings: idek why i do these cause I don’t wanna give the plot away (if anything legit triggering happens I will put it but whatever)

To: Dan Today 14:35pm

'Help, history is boring me to death'

Phil sighed. He missed Dan. Sure they'd been together in maths this morning, but that was three whole lessons ago!

And they couldn't even see each other at lunch break since Phil had landed himself in detention for not doing homework.

He wasn't really sure what they were supposed to be learning about either, having become distracted and wound up by thoughts of Dan. It was the exact same thing that had kept happening to him during the weekend, it was just like he couldn't get Dan out of his head.

And it wasn't like he could speak to anyone about it, the only person he was close to currently being Dan himself.

He supposed he could talk to Pj about it if he really wanted, but to be quite frank Phil was a little embarrassed and was very much hoping the whole thing would go away. Talking to someone about the issue would only make it more real.

Feeling the buzz of his phone vibrating, Phil carefully slipped it out of his pocket and hid it from the teacher under his desk.

From: Dan Today 14:40 'That's a little dramatic don't you think? Although I have to say geography is pretty monotonous'

Phil found himself holding back a fond giggle. He certainly did find Dan's use of big words as a way to sound intelligent rather amusing. Quickly typing out a reply, Phil admittedly got a little carried away.

He was just typing out a final kiss at the end of his message when... 'Philip!' A voice, surprisingly near yelled directly at him 'is that a phone?'

Phil's jolted his head upwards and was greeted by the stern stare of his history teacher Mr Fuller. 'I err, I'm sorry I'll put it away' 'Ah ah ah, no, give it here please I want to see what you were doing'

Shit. Phil thought to himself. That's a little intrusive isn't it? Phil froze completely, only moving to reluctantly allow Mr Fuller to reach and take his phone from him.

Phil then watched anxiously as the man scrolled through Phil's text messages in a painstakingly slow manner. Luckily he didn't feel he need to inquire about Phil's message about how much of a bore this lesson was, he simply grunted and walked away.

'You can have this back at the end of the lesson' he taunted, waggling the phone in the air before putting it in one of his draws.

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'So he really took your phone away?' Dan chuckled, walked by Phil's side down the pavement.

Phil nodded. 'I think it got scratched in his draw too' he sulked. 'Oh boo hoo, what a shame' Dan drawled. 'Hey! It's an expensive phone okay?' 'Nerd' Dan muttered. 'Can't you think of anything better to call me?' Dan chuckled 'nope, nerd suits you just fine'

The two of them were almost at Dan's house, having been walking for about twenty minutes or so. The rest of Phil's history lesson had gone so slow without a phone to distract him, but somehow he'd gotten through it.

'I wonder what else he keeps in there anyway' Dan said thoughtfully 'his draw, I mean' 'Lube probably, and photos of the kids he teaches' Phil snickered.

'Phil!' 'What? He's a creepy guy, and I mean he looked through our messages too, talk about nosy' Dan shook his head.

'So do you wanna come to mine?' he asked 'Only since I know you've got much further to walk than I do, not because I like you or anything' 'Yeah right, I know you love me'

Dan's heart leapt at that sentence. It was only a few words, but it sent him into a sudden spiral. He knew Phil was only talking about platonic love, it wasn't like Dan's crush was that obvious right?

Dan had gotten so distracted that he'd completely missed the rest of Phil's answer. Phil looked at him expectantly. 'Er, sorry what?' 'I said yes, I'll come in for a bit' 'Oh... Oh! Okay'

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'Hey, wanna play a game?' Phil asked. The two of them were sat on Phil's bed, knees touching and grins adorning both of their faces. 'Okay, what did you have in mind?' Dan giggled at the random suggestion.

'How about two truths, one lie? That way we can get to know each other better and our bond can become even stronger!'

Dan couldn't help but giggle once more. Most people at their age went out, getting high or drunk and having one night stands, and yet here Phil was suggesting that the two of them play a kids game.

'Okay, you're starting though' 'Fine' Phil sat and thought for a second, before saying. 'Okay so, which one of these is a lie: I've never dated anyone, my eyes are three colours at once, or I have a pet cat'

To Phil's surprise Dan shuffled closer to him and stared him right in the eyes. Holy shit, Dan's eyes were intoxicating, Phil almost felt himself forget everything except for the deep chocolate brown he was gazing into.

'Well' Dan said suddenly, sitting back once more 'the second one is true, your eyes are blue, green and yellow'

Oh, that was why Dan had looked at his eyes.

'Correct' Phil stated, slightly dazedly. 'So, it's out of you having never dated or you having a cat' Dan thoughtfully said to himself.

Pondering on which one to choose, Dan thought hard. Surely. Surely Phil has dated before. Someone as beautiful as him couldn't possibly have been single all his life.

'Cat' Dan suddenly found himself saying, before adding 'you have a cat' after realising that cat was a bit of a weird thing to say on its own.

'Nope! I'm allergic to cats' Phil exclaimed. 'So you've never dated?' Dan said, trying not to sound shocked. Phil shook his head, not pressing on the matter, however as he quickly prompted Dan to take his turn.

'Errr okay' Shit, shit, Dan couldn't think of anything. 'Right so, which ones the lie: I have a scar on my elbow from when I fell over on an escalator, I broke my leg once, or, I'm... gay?'

Wait shit. Had he just? Oh no, no no no. He was such an idiot, this was just supposed to be a fun game, now wasn't the time to out himself. He supposed he'd just been put on the spot and hadn't known what to say, but really? Of all the things.

What if Phil didn't accept him? What if this ruined their friendship? What if...

'Dan?' Phil looked at him 'are you okay? You looked panicked, should we...' 'No no no, continue continue'

'Okay, well I think the lie is the second one, you've never broken your leg. And the other two are true' Dan nodded but his neck felt as if it had gone stiff. 'Correct' he said in reply but his voice felt as if it was going.

Phil looked at him curiously and the two of them said nothing for what felt like longer than a short moment.

'It's okay you know, that you're gay' Dan felt his entire body shatter from embarrassment. He knew his face was bright red but he really didn't care right now.

'If it makes it any better' Phil unexpectedly continued 'I'm bi, so I understand' Dan looked up at that. He stared at Phil in the strangest way that even he found himself questioning. 'Y y you are?' He stuttered.

Phil laughed. 'Yeah, I mean I think so but as you now know I've never dated anyone. I'm proud of you, you know, for telling me' Phil looked at the blush on the other boy's cheeks 'and you can stop being embarrassed now that you know we're in the same situation'

'I know, I know I'm sorry, I err, I'm proud of you too, for telling me as well' Dan said bashfully, pulling himself together.

'Jeez, some game this is huh?' 'Yeah, I have to say I wasn't expecting us both to exchange our biggest secrets while playing, it's fun though'

'The most fun I've ever had' Dan chuckled, deciding to wrap his arms around Phil.

He needed a hug after that, though admittedly it was partially just to hide his blush. He wasn't quite sure what had overcome him. Although, he supposed it wasn't everyday you found out that your crush likes boys too.

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[jimchimmie-blog]

Almost got caught (Part 3)

For the first time ever, this is the best sleep i had ever have in my life. Not to exaggerate but i feel like i am floating in the air right now. Even in my sleep, i can smell the sweet scents of vanilla. I wonder why? This feels to good to be true. I can feel myself smilling in my sleep. This feels good. I don't want to ever wake up. I would not hesitate to kill anybody that try to wake me up right now. I breathe out a long and deep sigh when i feel someone pull me by the waist. I can feel some heat radiating near me. Its really near too.. wait.. what am i hugging right now? While trying to gather the strength to open my eyes and getting used to the light, i heard a soft moan. I frozed immediately. My eyes flew open as soon as i heard the noise. I slowly took a peek at the person i am cuddling so close with just to have my nose meeting with a pink fluffy hair. Soon realisation hit me. Jimin hyung slept with me yesterday!! Maybe that is why i can sleep so well. I tried to look at his face but it was covered. He is literally breathing on my neck right now or should i say that he is breathing on my adams apple? His breathing is slow and steady, slowly hitting me with his hot breath. I can hear soft snores coming from him and it sounds so adorable. I am about to combust right now. Everything is so fluffy but its giving me a tough time too with him being so near my adams apple. His lips is barely touching them. I gulped at the sensation. I can alsl feel his hand around my waist, holding me so tight. I was still holding him like the night before too. My arms is kind of sore now but i can't bring myself to wake jimin up. Its okay jeon. You can endure this. This is one of the reasons to why you started working out. Don't fail me muscles! I took this opportunity to bring jimin closer, pulling him by the waist. I left my left arm around his waist, rubbing his back from time to time. After that, i started playing with his hair. I run my hand through his hair from the back of his nape, moving upwards. I found myself smilling at how soft he is. The thought that this will all end, saddens me. I continue doing so for i don't know how long. I was so into my thoughts that i did not realise that the hand on my waist moved. Suddenly, i felt a sensation on my back. Like someone rubbing my spine. I frozed. He's awake judging from the movement. "Why did you stop?" I can feel his breath on my adams apple. It is so near to my skin. As if he was about to kiss me. Upon hearing that rough and deep voice, i let go of my grip around his waist. "Hyung? Did i wake you up?" Finally he looked up at me with his hand still around my waist, never letting go. Oh god..If he was cuter yesterday, he is more cuter cuter today. You get it? He looks so cute. His face is a bit puffy and his eyes is so cute. Oh and his lips is extra puffy after waking up. I would kiss it if i could but i have to hold myself back. "Good morning kookie" AWWWWW SO ADORABLE OMGOMGOMG KILL ME NOW. I DON'T MIND DYING!!(JK inner mind going insane) "G-good morning hyung. Did you sleep well? Did i wake you up?" Jimin hyung looked at me in the eyes for like 5 seconds before answering me. That was intense. I almost look away. "Its the best sleep i had ever have in my life. You didn't wake me up so don't worry." He immediately snuggle back like he was before. He rubbed his nose at my neck area and he breathe out a long sigh of content . I froze at the action. He is driving me insane. Park jimin is a dangerous guy. Why did fall in love with him. "H-hyung.." "Why did you stop?" I was confused at what he is trying to say here. Stop what? "Huh?stop what?" He looked up at me with a glare and a small pout on his cute lips. Its not even intimidating. More like cute? I'm whipped guys.. "Kookie~ keep playing with my hair" It sounded more like a plea than a demand. I let out a soft chuckle. "Why are you laughing?" awww that pout he is having right now is so adorable. I want to kiss it so badly. Arghh!! "Nothing hyung. You were so cute thats all" Something in jimin's eyes change for a moment when i said that. Oh shit. Is it disgusting? I shouldn't have said that.. we looked at each other for 5 seconds straight in silence. I was mentally killing myself and preparing for what jimin hyung is going to say only to see a soft smile on his lips. "I'm manly though kookie" I mentally heaved a sigh of relief. That was close.. "Yeah okay hyung, i "believe" you" Jimin lightly smacked my back when he heard the sacarsm in my sentence. "Meanie.." I let out a soft laugh at his words. Jimin also laugh along with me. Again, he snuggled so near that i almost had a heart attack. This time i continued playing with his hair. I can feel jimin hyung smilling against my skin. With our legs tangled together, he continued rubbing my back gently. My heart feels so full of love right now. Even though i knew this is just something friendly. We lay down there for about 30 minutes. All we did was just cuddling. "Kookie?" "Hmm?" "I'll be cute only for you okay?" Before i can ask what he meant by that, the bedroom door flew open. We were both shocked at the sudden intrusion and quickly let go of each other. We both sat down on the bed facing the intruder. Turns out to be jin hyung. I should have locked the door before sleeping. Jin would always invade my bedroom without warning. He stood there a bit shock at what he just saw. We were both staring at him. "Umm oops? Sorry for disturbing.." I gave my deadliest glare at jin hyung for interrupting my once in a lifetime chance. Before i can retaliate, i feel someone pulling me by my waist. What? "Jin hyung. How can you just come in like that. I was busy cuddling with kookie and you just had to.." My eyes grew two times larger at the statement. Did jimin hyung just?.. why?what? I can feel his grip around my waist tightened. Jin hyung and jimin hyung were as if talking with their eyes. What is happening? I kept looking between both of them for like 10 seconds before jin hyung finally break the ice. "Okay! Umm. Breakfast is ready. I will wait for you guys outside.. take your time.. bye.." He finally went out of the room.. i looked at jimin hyung who still have his hand around my waist. He was still looking or more like glaring at the door even though jin hyung was already gone. I wonder why? "Umm hyung? Shall we go?" "Yeah. Lets go kookie" He finally let go of his grip and slide of the bed. He slowly stretched his body when he stood up. All i can say is.. beautiful as always. I sat at the edge of my bed waiting for jimin hyung to finish stretching while admiring how he look right now. I was busy looking when jimin squat down to look me in the eye. My heart skipped a beat again. At this rate, i might really die. He gave me the sweetest smile that can legit really save the world. I smiled an awkward smile back(nice going jungkook). Suddenly his face went serious. He scoot nearer that i can see myself in his eyes. "Jeon jungkook" I gulped at how serious he sounds. His voice so low and raspy. He would always call me by my nickname but when he calls my full name, i can feel shivers running down my spine and it will always make me feel hot(?).. "Y-yeah?" My heart was beating so wildly that i bet he could hear me. What is he trying to do now? "Close your eyes" I tilt my head abit in confusion. I wonder what he is trying to really do. Without hesitation, i closed my eyes, trusting jimin. Alot of thoughts run through my mind at the moment until i feel jimin's hand at the back of my head, playing with my hair like how i did with his. I let out a sigh of content. Suddenly, i felt something warm on my forehead. My heart beat 100 times faster if that was possible when i realised that its jimin's lips all this while. He is kissing my forehead right now. It lingers there for like 5 seconds and it ends with a soft peck. I still kept my eyes closed. I can still feel his hand running through my hair gently. "Thank you jungkook" I mentally let out a sigh of dissapointment when he finally let go of me. I can bet you that i am blushing so hard right now. Jimin could even see it but who cares. The Park Jimin kissed me. Even though its just on the forehead, its still gold okay. "Lets go kookie" As soon as i opened my eyes, he took my hand in his, leading me out of the room to the dining table. Along the way, i watched jimin hyung from the back. I smiled at what just happened but again, i don't want to put any hope that we can be more than that. Its giving me some light but i don't want to walk towards it. What if its just a friendly gesture.. i can't assume anything. This is my first time ever, feeling this way. I never experienced something like this. I was never interested in other guys or girls. Its only jimin hyung who made me feel this way. It may be my first love but it will never be my last.. When we walked into the kitchen, everyone looked at us with a knowing look. I blushed when i realised that we are still holding hands. I don't want to be rude to just pull my hands off, so i made an excuse of wanting to go to the toilet. When he let go, i feel so empty.. this feels so shitty man. Love.. its beautiful at times but there would always be pain. Sucks to be me. After that, we all had our breakfast as per normal well, except yoongi hyung. Bet he is stilk sleeping. Everyone talking like they always do. Sometimes i can feel jimin hyung looking at me and we would make eye contact at times. I would get so flustered and looked down at my food. Why is he such a natural flirt. I hate him for making me so flustered. Park jimin.. born to flirt naturally. Side note: i am feeling good today, so i updated again. How is this chapter? Tell me your opinion so far. Love you guys💕

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[works-of-evection-blog]

I was a product tester for an app similar to Uber. Part 4.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Dean and I walked to Pinzo’s Bakery. He knew where it was and it wasn’t far from the police station. I was a quivering nervous wreck, protected by a thin shell that was bound to break from the slightest bit of pressure. Dean said nothing. We had no idea when we were meant to be meeting this ‘cop’, only that it was to be at this bakery for some reason. I didn’t care. We would wait, and we would get to the bottom of this.

By this time, the bakery was closing. We sat at the bus stop that was directly out front. I felt more vulnerable and unsafe than I had ever felt in my life. Then, Dean, a guy I had known less than 48 hours, gave me a brief, tight squeeze on my arm. It was a reminder. He was here, and he was just as vulnerable. There were people everywhere. Heading home from work, going shopping, heading out for drinks or dinner…it gave me little consolation. Who, out of the masses, were lurking…waiting for us…waiting for instructions…

We spotted him. The ‘cop’ was walking towards us, but he was looking elsewhere. He entered the bakery and seemed to be talking to the people who were cleaning up. The looked unthreatened. So, cop guy was looking like another pawn. Maybe. After 5 minutes one of the ladies came out and handed us some leftover cinnamon scrolls. “Here, on the house courtesy of Mr. Lawler. He’s out back now, c’mon, I’ll show you.” Dean and I looked at each other, a resolute feeling passing between us. We got up and followed.

Mr. Lawler sat in a back alley on a milk crate, still wearing his police uniform. He made a phone with his hand and pointed back inside. We dumped our phones and came back out. “Can’t be too careful. They could still hear us. Look, I know you guys must have a lot of questions, but first I want to apologise. I thought it was you two who killed my son.” “What?” “My son, Norman. You see, I have been a product tester for this app for a month now, and I was the one that got Norman to do it too.” “Fucking monster…” “When I started, the app was fine. You’d get picked up by someone, drive together, see a cool place and go home. End of story. I’d done two mystery drives and both were fine. So, I got Norman on board too.” He paused for a really long time. I sat there, staring at him, trying to take it all in. This guy just lost his son over this shit. Possibly. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Lawler. That’s awful. This is going to sound insincere, but-“ “I have proof. Well, as much proof as I can give right now..” he showed us a photo of himself, his wife and Norman in his wallet. This was either super thought out or he was legit. “Okay, what can you tell us, Mr. Lawler?” “Ahem, well, like I said, the app seemed fine to begin with. Then, the same night you met Norman, I was using the app too. I started getting really specific, strange requests, so I shut off the app and went home. I had a bad feeling and I couldn’t shake it. So I called the developers to double check that everything was working fine. All numbers I tried were disconnected. At around 5am that morning, I woke up to a notification. The app…had sent me a video. A video…of someone, mutilating my son. I heard his screams as they cut out his eyeballs and held them up to the camera. I heard his screams become gurgles as his stomach was cut open. I’ve been on the force for 25 years, and not once….not once has something drained the blood from my body like that.” “They sent me that weird black suit, and made me steal your car. They convinced me it was you two who had plotted the murder. I’m sorry for how I acted. Something else took over me and I…reacted without thinking.” “Was that why you stopped in the middle of the road?” “No. I stopped because I felt my phone vibrate. I froze out of…pure fear.”

I knew that feeling. “What…did you check the message?” “Yes.” Dean gulped, we were hanging on to this guy’s every word. True or not, we were captivated. “What…what did it say?” “It simply said ‘Life as usual’. I just about caused a scene in that street. But, I didn’t want to feed into their sick, twisted game, getting off on my pain. It was at that point, where I turned off my phone and returned to work. I wasn’t really expecting you two to turn up, but I hoped. And I’m glad you did.” “Mr. Lawler,” “Please, Greg.” “Hmm, Greg, why this bakery? Those people might say something.” “They won’t. We use this spot sometimes as a meeting point for…delicate negotiations. There’s random places all over town. They’re notified beforehand and paid for their cooperation.” “Ah. Greg, do you know anything else?” “Yes. I did some research after signing up for this - I ran background checks on all the people I spoke to in this start up before commencing the test. They all checked out. I believe the people you all met were imposters. I believe the start up was legit, but unprepared, technologically. I don’t know what’s happened to the legit people but it seems that they have nothing to do with their app anymore. It seems that a wave of really good hackers took over, resulting in this…sinister mess. I’ve got everyone I can working on this back at the station.”

Greg Lawler’s words made a miniscule part of my tension go away. The police were on it, and one of them had been dragged in first-hand. “Does this mean we won’t go to jail?” I asked. “Not if I can help it. But first, we need to figure everything out.” “We’ll help, we’ll do anything we can. This won’t be over until we finish it.” Dean’s voice rose slightly as he spoke. Greg looked at him seriously. Dean continued, “We’ll get the bastards who killed your son, Sir.” I saw Greg’s serious look falter; he didn’t smile, he simply…softened. “I appreciate that, but please, leave cop stuff to the cops. I’ll keep you informed of anything we find. For now, I think it’s best if you come back to the station and stay there.”

I had no argument. The thick walls of the police station, surrounded by people who were doing everything they could to help – there was no place I’d rather be. Within 15 minutes, we were sitting in chairs back at the station. It was only then that I realised I hadn’t eaten for more than a day. I stared at the bag of cinnamon rolls I was still clutching in my hand, and opened it hungrily. I handed one to Dean and we tucked in; they were gone within seconds. Greg made us both a cup of tea, telling us it was probably a good idea to try and rest. I thought I wouldn’t be able to, but after a feeling of safety flowed over us, and the cinnamon rolls settled, we both dozed off, free from the paranoia of phone vibrations or sounds.

I was shaken awake by Greg. “Hey, Cherie, Dean, we’ve got something.” Blearily everything came back to me. Where we were, how we’d gotten there, this guy who’d lost his son… “Wh..what? What have you found?” “The original developers. They’re being questioned right now. It seems that they were kidnapped from the office 2 and a half weeks ago, and held hostage somewhere.” “And they’re here now?” Dean asked. “Yeah, from what I’ve heard, these guys blindfolded them and dropped them on the edge of town about 24 hours ago. They’ve been locked up somewhere for the past 2 weeks.” “Shit.” “They’re doing everything they can to get information, but it could take a while. They’re pretty shaken up by it all. When they learned exactly what’s been happening with their test app, they just about shat their pants.”

It occurred to me that we hadn’t discussed the different Bella’s and Johan’s with Greg yet. “Greg, can we see what they look like?” “Sure, through here.” He guided us to the front door of the room they were occupying and allowed us to briefly glance in through the window. In the room, two police officers calmly talked to the five shaken people, who looked dishevelled and exhausted. None of them looked like the people I had met. “Greg - Norman, Dean and I all met completely different people. We can give you descriptions.”

Suddenly, Greg whipped out a notepad and pen. “Of course, shoot.” We continued to describe the couple we had met separately, including Norman’s description. “This is something. Thanks guys. Those two in the corner, they were the people I met with when I signed up. Their names are indeed Bella Fiverson and Johan Weekes. Where’d you meet up with these people? I’ll see if the coffee shops have surveillance footage.

After that, things started falling slowly into place. The police managed to get the surveillance footage from the days we met with the “developers” and began ID’ing straight away. Dean and I bought cheap phones and never left each other’s side. Greg had told both our workplaces that we were needed for an investigation and cold not work. He kept us updated on anything new and we had constant police supervision near our homes. The days of radio silence were unnerving. To go from being tasked to do horrible, weird things to absolutely nothing seemed to create more tension, rather than destroy it. They were out there, waiting.

When I opened my laptop, 3 days after leaving the police station, I realised it had been hacked. A black box stared at me from  the middle of the screen, urging me to click it. “Dean…get Greg.” “What is it?” “My laptop.” Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing resounded through my apartment. We froze. It was coming from my spare bedroom. Dean walked in and returned, pale faced, holding a cracked iPhone that still had some blood on it – Norman’s phone. They had planted it in my house. The phone continued to ring in Dean’s hand. “Answer it Dean,” I reached for my own phone, “keep them on the line.” Dean suddenly knew what I was doing. I texted Greg to track his son’s phone, now. Within 10 seconds, he replied with “on it”.

Dean answered the call and put it on loudspeaker. Neither of us spoke. I could hear this rasping, rattled breathing coming from the other end. It was Dean who spoke first. “Enough of the games. Tell us what this is.” “This,” the voice was so loud and abrupt, that we both recoiled, “is more than you think. You’ve been running and hiding. They want you to fight!” The wheezes became strained as the person spoke. “You say ‘they want us to fight’? Who the hell are you, then?” “I…don’t have much time. They’ll find me…I tried to stop them, I wanted out, I swear! They’re going to send you commands through Norman’s phone soon. That’s why they planted it. They got me to do that.” His voice was cracking and shaking. “Wait, where are you now?” “Hiding. I…can’t fight. I know, what we were doing is wrong. Please…stop them.” Just like that, the phone call ended. Dean and I merely exchanged horrified glances. I immediately called Greg. “Greg? Hey, did you get that? Somebody planted Norman’s phone in my house and just called us from it!” “We picked up on the end of it – we also got a location. I’m sending backup to your place now. Stay put, I’m going to the location. It’s just out of town. Stay. Put.” I hung up and told Dean what was happening. He was still staring at Norman’s phone. “Cherie, I can’t stop seeing Norman in that trunk.” “I know,” I trembled with anxiety, “we need to bring that guy justice. We need justice for Greg and his wife.” Suddenly Dean looked up, “Cherie, do we know if Greg’s wife is okay? Like, Greg’s on this case and what’s she doing? Grieving alone?” “She probably has family around. Why? What are you implying?” “Maybe…it’s just weird that all we know of her is that photo Greg showed us.” I really couldn’t deal with another plot twist like this. “Dean. Please don’t go jumping to conclusions. A cop is coming over now, we can ask them about Greg’s wife.”

To my relief, we learned that Greg’s wife was, indeed, away with family. Apparently, their marriage had been quite rocky beforehand. Norman’s death had pretty much blown it apart. I suddenly had a burning hatred for the people doing this. Destroying innocent families and ruining innocent lives. Why him, why us? I wanted to see these fuckers burnt alive. I wanted to do exactly what Greg had told us not to do. I wanted to end this, and I couldn’t do that from the comfort of my apartment.

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[teddyryker-blog]

a very teddy christmas || pt. 4

December 27th Teddy makes bad questionable choices.

“Are you gonna call her?”

Teddy took the letter back from Jewel and shrugged as best he could when he was lying down, looking the letter over for maybe the 80th time before turning and leaning back over the bed to stuff it back in the back pocket of his jeans. When he turned back over, he nudged closer to Jewel so the other could continue tracing the birthmark on his thigh, as he had been before Teddy brought up the topic of the letter.

“I don’t even know if it’s legit,” Teddy said, “might just be my dad…testing my loyalty or something.” Jewel made a dubious noise then grinned when his hand ventured higher than intended and Teddy jumped, trying to hide his own grin behind a false scowl. They were absolutely not meant to be doing this, Teddy had been thinking that since he bumped into Jewel in the street, since they started talking, since he accepted the invitation to go to Jewel’s apartment, since they kissed and got out of their clothes and…well, so on and so forth. It wasn’t planned, neither of them were deliberately trying to breach the agreement of exile from each other’s lives but it seemed to have just happened beyond their control. It’d always been like that, ever since they were teenagers and only friends but somehow ended up acting like lovers when they were alone – it was Teddy’s greatest secret, not even Mandy knew what he and Jewel got up to when no one else was around.

Teddy didn’t remember falling asleep but when he woke up the room was in complete darkness. He blinked awake and looked around the room, taking a minute to remember where he was and trying to stop his heart from sinking as he realised he’d have to come up with an excuse for being gone so long. He sighed, feeling a little defeated and annoyed with himself, and let his head fall back against the pillow as he stretched his legs out under the covers. He looked at Jewel, who was very much asleep, and pondered whether he should just leave now or wake him up first. Sleeping Jewel looked so different from Awake Jewel, he looked so much softer than the boy who always looked at people like he was saying ‘I know something you don’t know’. His blonde mop of hair was strewn all over his face, brushing over his equally blonde eyelashes and the splash of freckles on his nose. Teddy loved freckles, not on himself but definitely on Jewel and he stared at the dusting of them on his shoulders and his arms.

It was then he started noticing other things that he hadn’t before, scars that Teddy didn’t know the origin of and what he could only assume were track marks. There was a tattoo on Jewel’s ribs that looked like a dragon or a snake, it was much nicer than any of Teddy’s tattoos but he still didn’t care for it. Teddy reached over and flicked a light on, listening to the bed creak as Jewel was woken and turned onto his back to avoid the light. “What time is it?” Jewel asked without opening his eyes

“Late,” Teddy said as he reached for his jeans, “I should go, I’ve been gone too long.” He started to get out of bed when he heard Jewel make a noise of protest and felt the other’s hand ghost down his spine which made him pause.

“Stay,” Jewel murmured, sitting up, leaning over, and pressing his forehead to Teddy’s shoulder. “I can make it worth your while.”

“You already did – twice,” Teddy chuckled, looking at Jewel over his shoulder.

“Third time lucky.” Teddy sighed through his nose and for a moment he considered it, he could just let Jewel pull him back into bed and for a couple more hours he could forget about where he was meant to be and the kind of reception he’d receive when he eventually went back. However, Teddy’s phone buzzed with a text from Michael asking ‘where the mother fuck he was’ and he knew he didn’t have the option to stay.

“I can’t,” Teddy said regretfully and Jewel nodded. He understood, neither of them liked it but they couldn’t change the reality of their lives or their families. “I’ll call you later,” Teddy promised as he stood up and pulled on the rest of his clothes.

“No you won’t,” Jewel laughed, grinning at Teddy as he flopped back on the bed and Teddy grinned back. No, he wouldn’t but that wasn’t because he didn’t want to. Once he’d put his shoes on, Teddy checked he had everything then made for the door, making the choice not to say a ‘physical’ goodbye to Jewel because then he wouldn’t leave. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” he called.

The house was also in darkness when Teddy returned and he found it strange but convenient. He slipped in quietly, flinching at how loudly the door shut behind him. It was too quiet, if no one was home or awake then other people always were, his brother’s friends or people his father worked with. However, after the door shut and Teddy started up the stairs, a light flickered on upstairs and Teddy heard thundering footsteps that were fast enough and angry enough to convince Teddy he should make a b-line for the kitchen and run straight back out of the house through the backdoor. Teddy’s speed wasn’t enough of a match for his father though and as it was, Teddy found the backdoor locked when he reached it.

“You fucking brat.”

The sequence of events that followed happened so quickly that Teddy didn’t have enough time to process them. Something hard hit him on the back of the head and the force was enough to make him smash his forehead into the glass of the door; he heard the glass crack before he collapsed to the ground. His eyes felt like they were spinning inside his skull and he was vaguely aware of his sister screaming in the background – Stop! Stop! Stop! – as a hand snatched up a handful of Teddy’s hair and started dragging him across the kitchen floor by it. The pain was almost indescribable, Teddy didn’t have the mental capacity to scream so all he managed was loud, painful gasps as he clawed at the hand and tried to struggle free. As soon as he was let go, all Teddy could think was run and he tried to do just that, almost getting to his feet before he was kicked in the gut and he crumpled into a heap in the floor.

“Teddy, just stay down!” Mandy shouted. He looked for her but his eyes wouldn’t focus, everything was blurry, moving even though he wasn’t.

“Get her out – lock the door, Mike!” He recognised his father’s booming voice and froze, breathing hard as fear crept in because Teddy knew this wasn’t going anywhere good. The kitchen door slammed and Teddy could still hear Mandy shouting on the other side, trying to bash down the door to no avail. He’s never hit me before, was all Teddy could think and it was such a strange thought because he’d seen what his dad was capable before, he’d watched him force girls younger than Teddy into sex work and he’d watched him almost shoot Mandy in the head when she tried to get Teddy out of this very situation-

A hand seized Teddy’s throat and cut off his train as thought. He was roughly pinned to the ground, his windpipe constricted and panic raced through him. Teddy struggled, lashing out with his arms and legs but the harder he struggled, the tighter the hand around his neck became. He went slack, still trying to gasp for breath as he stared up at his dad who stared down at him. “You think I don’t know where you were?” Shame burned in Teddy’s chest because he’d known the entire time he was with Jewel that they were making a mistake and he’d let it happen anyway, he’d allowed himself to be selfish and this is where it’d gotten him. “You are a traitor, Teddy.” He pressed down on Teddy’s throat and Teddy used the last exhale of breath he could manage to let out a frightened, pained noise and he thrashed frantically, there was no air getting to him and his lungs started to burn.

“He’s had enough.” Teddy hadn’t even known Michael was in the room, he tried to turn his head towards him because Teddy had had enough, everything was starting to go fuzzy and dark at the edges of his vision and he was hurting so much his eyes watered relentlessly. “He’s…Dad, you’re killing him. You don’t want a body in here with the kids upstairs.” He didn’t let go until that second sentence and when he did, Teddy gasped louder than he had in his entire life and took in as much air as he could, like he’d been walking through a desert for months and just found water. Everything went quiet aside from Teddy’s gasping and his dad pacing about the kitchen, he daren’t move from the floor because he was so aware that his dad had essentially just tried to kill him and he didn’t want to do anything to invite a second attempt.

“I want him out of this house.” The kitchen door unlocked and Mandy rushed through, immediately at Teddy’s side and trying to help him up.

“What did he- Oh fuck, your neck,” she exclaimed. Teddy’s neck felt numb and swollen and it hurt to breathe still but none of it compared to how scared he was. Teddy had been scared lots of times and he knew his dad was someone to be weary of but there were few times before now where he’d been scared for his life. He’d fucked up, fucked up so badly that his dad had almost murdered him as a result and only hadn’t because there were children upstairs. In that moment, Teddy was very, very glad that those kids were there.

“It…was my fault,” Teddy managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse, and Mandy made a disapproving noise as she helped Teddy to his feet, supporting him until he could stand on his own. His next thought was of Jewel who was barely a couple of miles away, completely oblivious to everything that was happening and the distinct possibility that he could be in danger. Teddy’s dad knew they’d been together, maybe there was a chance they didn’t know what they were doing (lord, Teddy hoped he didn’t) but that didn’t change that they’d seen each other, spoken to each other, and gone somewhere together. His dad didn’t have any responsibility towards Jewel, he could kill him and not even think twice about it. “Jewel,” Teddy whispered to Mandy, his tone making it come out as a question.

“He’s safe,” Mandy assured him, speaking lowly, “but we need to go.” Teddy nodded, he couldn’t agree more and followed Mandy out of the house without looking back, keeping his eyes fixed to the ground until they were in the car. He was surprised when Mandy got into the driver’s seat and no one got in after them, Mandy hadn’t been allowed to go anywhere with Teddy without supervision since their great escape plan went awry. He understood why it was allowed now, his dad didn’t care anymore.

They drove to another part of town that was so quiet it seemed like they were leaving Oakland and it looked that way until Mandy pulled into a motel. “It’s just for now, until you go back to school probably,” she said, as if Teddy ever wanted to go back to that house again. It was nicer on the inside than it was on the outside thankfully, the paint peeling on the outside walls and a boarded-up window hadn’t looked promising but at least Teddy could say his room was clean and there wasn’t any blood or old socks in the bathroom. Mandy helped him check in, assured him that she’d be back tomorrow with some of his things, gave him some money so he could get himself a meal then left, probably sensing that all Teddy wanted right now was to be left alone.

In his room, Teddy sat silently on the bed and listened to the television in the next room as well as the people upstairs shuffling around. He’d wanted to be by myself but he’d never felt so lonely in his entire life than at that moment, he wished he’d just asked Mandy to take him to an airport so he could go back to Palmetto at once. There wasn’t much he could do now, he was in a fair bit of a pain and he was exhausted so he decided the best thing to do would be to get some sleep and maybe everything would be better tomorrow. Teddy checked his phone, he had a number of texts from Jewel, who’s number he still hadn’t saved, telling him he was alright which Teddy ignored. He stood up from his bed and heard a crinkle of paper, only then remembering the letter in his back pocket. Teddy unfolded it and stared at it, flipping it over and staring at the phone number. Whatever his mother was, whatever she’d done, she could not be as bad as his father.

Teddy dialled the number before he could change his mind.

The seconds waiting for someone to pick up, listening to the dial tone, were agony and Teddy found himself trembling, the hand that wasn’t holding his phone was curled anxiously into the bedsheets. Someone answered and Teddy froze, his mind going blank and he almost hung up.

“Hello?” A woman’s voice.

“I…is this Laura? It’s Te- Edward.”

#self para #BIG TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING #abuse // #attempted murder // #implied drug abuse // #teddy's grave will read 'he meant well' #yes im still doin this yes im sorry #theres only gonna be one more i promise #i just want teddy to have stuff talk to betsy about u know

[happynowidiot-blog-blog]

This is not a Harry Potter post.

Sorry guys, I know I haven’t posted my premiere story yet but I haven’t really gotten a chance and I kind of desperately need to write about Friday night. It might help my make some sense of it. So, we were supposed to be going to this club that Esam promotes for which means free entry and a table. Ellesse didn’t realise that clubs are strict on dress code so she walked into the flat and decided she wasn’t going to go. She was just in casual day clothes. Penny and I were in black strapless party dresses and high heels. Shahida got home from class and was exhausted so she decided not to go either. Penny and I played this game “Pass Out” to pre-game. It’s a legit drinking game with a real board and stuff. It was hilarious. Had we played it all night we would have been blacked out. Easily.  We were supposed to be meeting Esam and his group at Oxford Circus tube station and we got there a little bit early because we took a cab so we were loitering around for a bit. I had to go to the bathroom while we were waiting so we walked up to this pub next to the station. This guy standing inside opened the door for us. Penny and I looked up to thank him and froze. It was Jules. Jules just happened to be at this pub at the exact moment we chose to go inside. The three of us just stood there, frozen, for a good minute. Penny broke the confused trance we were in and moved to hug him and we hugged all around. It was so bizarre. We knew he was supposed to come and he’d texted Penny earlier in the day letting her know but it was still really weird. We haven’t seen Jules since April. He flaked on us for my last night in the country and then has barely contacted any of us since September. He just kind of fell off the face of the Earth (even George and Esam hadn’t seen him in forever). He’s definitely started working out or something because he’s slimmer then the last time we saw him. He just seems to generally have grown into his body a bit. And he got a haircut. A good haircut. We’ve always thought Jules was cute but now he is genuinely attractive. Like holy shit, Jules is not allowed to look that good. Penny and I had that conversation like forty times last night. And it’s not just that he physically looks good it’s that he feels like home. We spent so much time with him last year. I didn’t even realise how much I missed him until I saw him again. 

Anyways, I went to the bathroom and called Shahida really quick so she knew what was going on (She got text updates like all night. She might as well had been there LOL). When I came back they were standing outside the pub and the rest of the group had arrived. Esam greeted me with a hug and kiss on the cheek. George greeted me with a hi-five and, “Where’s Ellesse?” Asshole. Esam attempted to herd us in the general direction of the club because he had to get the girls in before 11:30 or we wouldn’t be free. So they start walking and we almost lose them because we’re in heels and they’re not and George would not fucking wait for us. Jules ended up waiting for us a little bit and eventually we were standing in a queue waiting to get in. Poor Esam looked totally stressed and was running around trying to get everything figured out. George and a couple of the other guys found another pub to go into and keep drinking. The fucker barely looked at Penny and I. Everything eventually got sorted out and we got in (well, the girls did). We dropped our coats off at coat check and Esam led us up to the table. That was super nice. It was awesome having somewhere to sit and leave our stuff if we wanted to. The club itself was really nice. I think I might go back. The drinks were unbelievably expensive though. Penny order us two shots when we got there and they were shooters but still the total was £18. Yeah.  

We started talking to some of the girls we were sitting with and they seemed nice enough. Eventually the guys got in and we spent a good ten minutes pretending George didn’t exist. That, by the way, only works when the guy in question isn’t a complete ten year old. Eventually the Grey Goose arrived (and omg I actually can’t type that without feeling nauseous. Ugh) and drinks were distributed. We stood up because everything was put on the table we’d been sitting at and moved out of the way. We had our drinks and were kind of dancing next to George and Jules. This super skanky girl was like trying to dance with them and shove us out of the way and it was incredibly annoying. George then asked for his necklace back so I got up to go get it and the minute I put it around his neck the girl disappeared. It was like magic.   We were kind of ok with the boys then. I mean, we were still pissed off but they’re still our boys. I couldn’t shake that feeling. Penny pointed out when we got there that unintentionally the night had ended up as me, her, George, and Jules. I feel like it’s always been the four of us and everything was going to be ok (ish). That is of course if Penny resisted making out with Jules or Esam. Esam also looked really fit in what he was wearing last night. And George always looks good but he had this white button down shirt on with the first like three buttons undone. UNF. So not good. There was just enough of his chest showing that I had to stop myself from touching it all night. Eventually we went to get another shot and then noticed the boys were dancing awkwardly by themselves on the dance floor so we went to dance with them. We might as well have been at the Bull drinking £2 shots. There was nothing different about the situation we were in and how we spent all of last year except that Penny and I were in dresses. We went and did one more shot after dancing for a bit and we were properly wasted. I was hiccuping. I’m not sure where this hiccuping thing has come from but I am not ok with it. I had two glasses of water but they didn’t stop for awhile. Also, I was in these high heels all night and ended up falling more then once. That was not fun. I sat down on the edge of the dance floor and watched. I don’t like looking like an idiot so I’d rather sit down then look like the girl who can’t stand up on the dance floor. 

At one point we went back up to the table and sat down with the guys. Esam looked much less stressed which is good and we just kind of chilled there. Then Jules and Esam went back to dance and George held out a hand each to the both of us and led us to the dance floor. Anyone else I would had turned down but I will seriously do anything when that boy smiles at me. There was a point when Penny threw me at George and goes, “Convince him to come back with us. I’m talking Jules into it.” She had this image in her head of Saturday morning and I have to say it was pretty damn appealing. It was the four of us waking up in one bed with no idea whose arm belonged to who and being slightly overheated but still comfy. I want to cuddle with anyone so badly.  When we did end up leaving it was by ourselves and it was almost 3 AM. We hugged the boys goodbye (proper hugs this time) and then spent like twenty minutes walking around Regent Street because apparently drunk me loses all sense of direction. We eventually found a cab and went home. When we got to the flat we literally took our shoes off and crawled into bed with Shahida. Like legit, she woke up to us cuddling with her and attempting to tell her what had happened. And Penny kept saying, “I’ve missed Jules so much!” over and over again. At one point she goes, “I want to sleep with Jules. Not vagina-sleep with me but sleep-sleep with me.” Methinks the lady may protest too much while sober about her feelings for that boy. So, I wrote most of this entry on Saturday but had to keep stopping because I needed to concentrate on breathing without puking. I have never been that hungover ever. And apparently I was a lot more shitfaced then I first thought. Penny and I spent all of Sunday having horrible flashbacks. Like, they played “Love the Way You Lie” more then once (so I’m told) and I got way,way too into it that time. And Penny doesn’t remember telling me to convince George to come back with us. At one point, I managed to change the camera setting to video so there’s hilarious six seconds videos of me trying to get a picture with George. I might actually upload one if only so you guys can laugh your asses off at the song in the background. It could not be more perfect, much like Esam. I messaged him on Sunday apologizing for how much of a shitshow I was and he responds with “I will not accept an apologies cause you did nothing wrong.” I actually love him a little bit. Whoever raised him did a damn good job of it.