#yall get to meet the new characters tomorrow ig

[whumpacabra]

15. Road Trip

Head injury, blood loss, loss of consciousness, referenced captivity and torture

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

It was when they turned onto a paved highway that Harrison found himself laughing, whooping with joy.

“Fuck that place!” He felt lightheaded, the vehicle swerving slightly as he reached for a water bottle from the duffel wedged between their seats. “Oh god. Oh fuck - fuck - Christ.” His laughter died down, but the smile didn’t leave his face.

“Okay. Okay - okay. We - first we gotta get you to a hospital.” The Wolf whined at the suggestion, words slurred.

“Mm-nope. They’ll be looking.” His breathing was too fast and too shallow for Harrison to agree.

“Unless you want to bleed out, we need to - at least an emergency clinic, yeah. Yeah, clinics - a small one - they won’t need too much documentation.”

“Hm. If you say so.”

Harrison tempered the anxiety bubbling in his chest as they passed a mile marker. They were definitely in the western US. It made him nauseous to try and wrap his mind around what they had left behind in that desert dust. That was a problem for a well rested, well fed, and well provisioned Harrison to tackle.

That hard drive held everything.

He hoped it did, at least.

“Hey, you gotta keep talking to me Wolfie.”

“Don’t call me Wolfie.” The growl was playful in its aggression. Playful. What a word to use to describe a man who had nearly drowned him. A man who had tortured and murdered his friends.

Harrison glanced at the Wolf from the corner of his eyes, the man fixated on the passing scenery outside. As much as sand and dried prairie brush counted as scenery.

“I can’t wait to get a hot shower. How about you Wolf? What luxury do you want to indulge in?”

“Soap would be nice. You smell awful.”

“Hey - ”

“I think…I would like a new shirt.”

“You grabbed a few - they’re in the duffel. We can get changed. Maybe find a gas station to use.” The Wolf hummed in agreement, but his face was twisted in thought. “What else? A new shirt - you had those in the supply closet. What’s something you haven’t had in a while?”

“Hm…” The Wolf’s eye flicked up, watching fluffy white clouds against an aegean sea of blue. “Sleep in a bed, by myself.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Harrison’s voice nearly caught in his throat, words tight. He wasn’t supposed to feel bad for this - this torturer and murderer - but how could he not with what he had seen? “What about food - I, it’s ridiculous, but I’ve been craving frozen yogurt for days now.”

“Frozen yogurt?”

“Yeah like ice cream or gelato.”

“Mm, gelato…I think vanilla was my favorite…”

“C’mon everyone knows chocolate is the best.”

“I don’t think so. Strawberry is better than chocolate.”

“Hey! You take that back - I can understand vanilla but strawberry? Really? That’s the hill you’re willing to die on?”

“Chocolate is simply not that good.”

“You just haven’t had the right kind - there’s this local brand my sister gets when I’m home…”

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“Wolf. Hey, Wolfie, gotta stay awake for me, alright?” Harrison wasn’t sure how long they had been driving or how long it had been since Wolf responded. All he knew was the last few times he reached over to swat at the man, he hadn’t responded beyond a weak moan.

Harrison was starting to get worried.

(He had been worried - but now he couldn’t talk the nerves away and reassure himself by listening to Wolf’s slurred and choppy answers.)

They were going well over the speed limit, the highway completely barren. Once, he saw a tractor trailer with Arizona plates heading in the opposite direction. The Wolf had been awake then, watching it whip past with sharp eyes before shrugging and telling Harrison it wasn’t something worth worrying about.

Now the Wolf was quiet, breathing steady but so so shallow. The next exit seemed to appear miraculously: Cedar Hills, Population - 48. They might not have a hospital but - there had to be something - they had to at least know where the nearest hospital was -

Because Harrison wasn’t so sure the Wolf would make it much longer.

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #successful escape #head injury #blood loss #loss of consciousness #referenced torture #referenced captivity #freelancers au #woke up late today sorry yall o7 #also decided to cut this one down a bit - had another few hundred words but this seemed like a better stopping point #yall get to meet the new characters tomorrow ig

[sunsetfanfics]

All I Want

(Jadon Sancho x Reader)

Jadon imagine where he really likes you but knows you won’t be with him because of his fboy lifestyle and you always joke about it and he tried to get you or something along those lines please if you can x

Warning: a bit of harsh language

You drag yourself into the break room, feet aching. Tom, your coworker, watched in amusement as you plopped down into the chair across from him, a sigh escaping your lips.

"Tired?"

You look up to see him smile, which you can't help but reciprocate.

"A bit, yeah."

"Only an hour left now, then you get to go home." He replies, to which you nod.

"Yeah, only an hour. You say that as if it'll magically make me feel better."

He shrugs. "It should. You've already worked for seven hours. Plus you have off tomorrow."

"I guess, can you get me a water?"

He chuckles and nods, getting up and walking over to the mini fridge in the corner.

"So, do you have any news on you-know-who?" He asks, receiving a groan in response.

"I think he knows, to be honest. It's not like I'm blowing him off or anything, but his lifestyle just,, isn't for me."

Tom nods, walking back over to hand you an ice cold bottle.

"Thank you." You mutter, receiving a nod in response.

"Well, do you like him?" He questions, sitting back down.

You twist off the cap and don't hesitate to take a swig of cold water.

Once you feel somewhat replenished, you put the bottle on the ground and twist the cap back on.

"To be honest,,," you pause, "I do. I really really do. I just,, I wish he wasn't such a fuckboy. Because underneath that layer is a really kind individual.

"I would date him if he didn't play this,, character. I just-"

But you didn't get the chance to finish as the bell rang outside.

You threw your head back, "fuck my life!"

Tom giggled as he watched you stand up and hurry back out to the desk.

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As the last hour wound down, there wasn't much to do, but you still managed to keep yourself busy.

Once your shift finished, you went back into the break room, saying goodbye to the few coworkers that were in there on your way out.

Nobody knew about this whole 'situation' with Jadon except for a few people, each of whom you trusted with every fibre of your being. You trusted them to keep this within the group, knowing that if it got out your name along with 'Jadon Sancho's girlfriend' would be everywhere.

As you walked out to your car, you got a text from Tom.

'Did you see his new post on ig?'

You instinctively rolled your eyes. What new flex would it be this time?

'I'll look at it when I get home' you replied as you dug your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your door.

On the whole ride home, you couldn't help but think about him. Even if you tried to think of something else, your mind would somehow twist whatever you were thinking about to always go back to him.

Pulling into the driveway, you had finally managed to stop thinking about him, since you were now thinking about what to eat for breakfast, seeing as it was only 7:18am.

You turned the car off and opened the door, practically hauling yourself out of the driver's seat.

Today was the most difficult 8-hour shift you've done to date, which meant you were beyond worn out.

Your sore feet somehow carried you into the house where, no surprise, your best friend was nowhere to be found.

You both typically worked opposite shifts, so you rarely saw each other, but sometimes you could catch each other just as one was returning home and the other was leaving.

Though it defeated the whole purpose of owning a house together, it was kinda nice to have the space all to yourself after a tough shift.

As you sat down, rather forcefully, on the couch, you flipped your shoes off and grabbed the tv remote sitting on the coffee table. You fully stretched out as you turned the tv on.

This was the routine you had grown accustomed to: you got home, let yourself relax for a bit, then got to work doing something else for a while, then went to bed.

As you pressed the button to turn on Netflix for perfect background noise, your phone went off.

You ignored it, deciding to wait till you had the show set up to check it.

DING! DING! DING!

Notification after notification piled up until you couldn't take it anymore.

You angrily dug your phone out of your pocket and looked at it, the screen lit up with even more texts from your coworker group chat.

You roll your eyes and groan, shifting your attention back to getting The Great British Baking Show on.

Once it started playing, you finally read through the texts.

'Y/N!'

'HAS ANYTHING HAPPENED WITH JADON'

'PLS TELL US'

'omg look at his latest post'

'DAMNNN'

'yall did y/n look @ the post'

'idk but 👀👀'

'he looks like a fboy to me tbh lmaooo sorry Y/N'

You couldn't help but laugh at the last one.

Switching to instagram, you check to see what all the fuss is about.

The post in question? No surprise, a few photos of him shirtless on his friend's expensive yacht.

You roll your eyes, "my god Jadon."

Despite posting classic fuckboy photos on instagram, you couldn't help but get a few butterflies in your stomach.

You double tap on the photo, then go back to the groupchat, only for a new text to pop up.

Jadon ⚽🔥 hey 😛

Another eye roll.

'hey Jadon'

'I saw you liked my recent 👀👀'

Uh oh. This won't end well.

'yeah'

'do you like what you see? 😜'

There it is.

'eh, ig. cr7 has better abs, though.'

'sure, for now.'

'right. I'll hold you to that.'

'wish you would hold something else, if you know what I mean 😉'

Jesus Christ.

'haha. what were you even drinking in that photo?'

'something exotic 🍹'

'yeah, it looks it.'

'haha yeah. anyways, wyd?'

There it is. The holy grail of fuckboys. The three letters everyone dreads. Oh no. Oh god.

'relaxing, I just got home from work.'

'really? it's almost 8 in the morning.'

'mhm. I worked 11p-7a. I'm tired.'

'are you still working @ the hotel we met at?'

'mhm'

'niceee. I'll be in town tm if you wanna meet up'

'yeah? who's the new lucky girl you'll bring this time?'

'no one. it'll only be us.'

'right. that's what you said last time.'

'this time will be different. I promise. you off tm?'

'yeah'

'ok. meet me at our café.'

'I have things to do too, you know, it's not all ab you Jadon.'

'damn, ok. well, if you decide to come, I'll be there at 12:30.'

'ok.'

'see you then, boo 😘'

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12:15, you showed up early, as per usual. You were sitting at the table you and Jadon would sit at every time you came, aka the closest to the window.

12:30. You were watching out the window, not taking your eyes away. He was nowhere to be seen.

12:45. He still wasn't there. Why were you even surprised?

1:00. Still no sign of him. You were almost finished with your coffee, and you were getting restless.

1:15. Everyone who had been there when you arrived were long gone, all the tables filled with new customers. You probably looked pathetic.

1:30. An hour after he said he would meet you, and you were fed up. Why did you even bother?

1:35. Nothing. No new messages or anything. You were done.

You walked out, trying your best to conceal your anger. You should be used to this. You should've known. Over an hour of your life wasted.

Just as you get back to your car your phone goes off. With a quick glance, you can tell it's Jadon.

'hey! sorry, something came up. can you do next week? I wanna make it up to you.'

You couldn't believe your eyes. You wasted over an hour,,, for that.

'no, I can't. I'm actually busy next week, and the week after that, & every week for the rest of my life.'

'haha, thats funny. what day can you do next week?'

'I just told you, I'm busy. I just wasted an hour of my life that I could've used doing literally ANYTHING else just for you to say that something came up,, & it was YOUR fucking idea!

'I like to think I'm a patient person, but that just sealed the deal. my god Jadon, I knew you were a fuckboy, I mean, we both joked ab it, but I didn't think it was this bad.

'stop dragging me out like this. just say you're using me for sex and go. I'm sick of getting my hopes up just for you to let me down again. I'm over it, and I'm over you. please fuck off Jadon'

It was marked as read the second it was sent. The three dots would pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. It went on for 2 minutes.

The final result?

'I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.'

You left him on read.

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The next day you were back at work for a 3pm - 11pm shift. You had told everyone what happened, and they were angry and upset for you. A few were tempted to text him, but you told them that it would only escalate the already tense situation.

Around 10pm, you were winding down. There was only an hour left in your shift, and you had had a relatively slow day for once. And it seemed like it was going to be a normal shift.

You were sitting in the break room with some of your coworkers, watching a rerun of a golf game which you were, for some reason, invested in.

The bell rang outside, and although you were a bit upset to have to abandon the game, you weren't that upset, considering this was the slowest day you've had in a while.

As you walked out to greet the patron, your heart stopped and your stomach dropped.

It was Jadon, standing there with a white box and a teddy bear.

You glared at him, and a part of you filled with hatred, but the other part gushed at his gesture. He really was going to be the death of you.

"Hey, y/n. I'm really sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to keep you waiting for over an hour. The reason why I didn't come was because I wanted to get you this."

He paused, gently setting the small box down on the desk, "I tried to get in quickly and pick this up, but the line was so long, I wanted to come and give it to you, but I figured I had kept you waiting long enough, so I called it off."

You're not convinced, but you wanna be. Every part of you wanted to forgive him,, but your stubbornness wouldn't let you.

He sees your shifty glance and sets the bear on the counter as well.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I fucked up, and you have every right to be angry at me. But even if you never wanna see me again, can you please open it? Just for my sake?"

"If it'll make you leave faster." You respond, intending to sound bitter, but instead sounding shaky.

"I will. I know I can't keep promises, but this one I will. If you don't want to talk to me anymore, I will respect that."

You bite your lip and nod, looking down at the box and undoing the red ribbon. It looked very professional and well done.

As you lift the top off, your eyes widen and fill with tears. You can't help but slap a hand over your mouth.

Inside were all of the polaroids you've taken, ranging from the first time you hung out together, to a few months ago. There were ones of him playing football, and of you in various places doing a gesture that soon became an inside joke. You used to travel together all the time, you miss those days all the time.

The light blue camera used to take all of these photos was inside as well.

Jadon watched as you looked through the photos, a shy smile forming on his face.

"The camera still works, if you want to try it out." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Jadon, I-" you hesitated, and for the first time in your life, you were truly speechless.

"There's a, uh, there's a note on the bear." He muttered, looking down and scratching his neck.

You looked at him, and couldn't help but smile a bit. Only Jadon would do this.

Your attention turns to the bear, and sure enough, there was a note attached to its paw. Gently removing the handwritten note stuck to the paw, you read it carefully, clinging on to every word.

'Y/N,

I'm sorry if I hurt you yesterday. And I'm sorry if you feel that all we are is friends with benefits. I've always wanted more with you, but was too afraid to act.

I put up this fboy facade hoping I would attract someone who would be into,, that. But the one thing I didn't take into account was if I fell for someone.

Because my whole life changed when I met you.

I kept this act up, thinking you would be into it and fall for me, but that's not what happened. In fact, when the exact opposite happened, I was shocked.

Nobody liked the real me. That's why I started doing this, because that's what brought people in. And it worked, because it seemed as though everyone else fell for it, everyone except the one person I wanted.

And if I'm being honest, let's talk about the elephant in the room: we both know that I've loved you from the moment we met in this exact building 3 years ago.

You're all I've ever wanted. You're all I will ever want. I'm in love with you.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you, but it's up to you on whether or not you'll accept.'

A grin appeared on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You looked up at him, a soft yet nervous expression on his face.

You came out from around the counter and threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck.

"I'll take that as a yes, then?" He joked, making you laugh.

You look up at him. "On one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Stop being such a douche."

"Done. I don't need the facade when I have what I want."

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thanks for reading! this was my first footballer fic & im actually really proud of it! requests are open, and feel free to use one of the prompts I posted before!

this was for you anon, hope you liked it ;)

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[aishalee]

This introduction thingy was loosely inspiried by @cutecinnamonrolls intro.

♡Introduction♡

Warning:Angsty shit

Aight so I started this blog thingy to just be a place for me to express my emotions ig, its hard to explain. But I'm basically just looking for a place to vent about my frustrations and worries without having to worry about people actually knowing me irl.

The more important parts are colored . Oh and there are also some things that are gonna be confusing so I'll have clarifications on the bottom. To indicate that I'll explain further on that thing there will be small numbers m on the side of them.

So here we go;

My name's Aisha,

I go by the pronouns She/Her.⁴

I am a minor¹,

And an a aquarius.

I am bisexual.(Edited)

I like anime.

And I hate spicy food.

I am also Agnostic(?)²

I'm open to meeting new people so just message me ig or however that works here in tumblr.

You can expect to see some pretty depressing and sad shit on my blog so if you don't like that just avoid my page.

I'll just have a warning thingy if things are getting a bit too emotional.

Also expect really bad punctuation and grammar bcz I have a hard time typing and explaining my feelings,

And also bcz english isn't my first language.

Why did I choose to do this you ask?

I don't know really...

I just I just feel like everything is gonna burst if I don't do or say anything.

I'm sick and tired of keeping it together and putting up a character infront of my parents.

I can't even tell my friends about it because I don't have any³

And for the things that I share on here that are really deep and sad and shit, I'll delete in a day or 2.

I'm probably a dumbass for choosing to vent my frustrations out on the internet but then again if i don't I'm probably gonna relapse onto my depressed state again

And I'm desperately trying to get better and as best as I can without the help of other people.

♡Clarifications♡

1. I'm choosing not to say my age bcz I just don't want to. Thats it really

2. I have a question mark on the end bcz my whole family's christain and I'm not. So when I'm with my family I have to pretend to enjoy going to church and 'praising the word of god'. With that being said I hope to not see any 'praise the lord allmighty', 'god bless you' or 'Love thy neighbor' shit.

3. I'm not including my relatives bcz again, they are christians and if they tell my parents about it they are most probably gonna send me to converison therapy.

4. Aight so this used to be only she/her but that changed cuz now I'm genderfluid lol. 1 year later Edit: And it has changed back to she/her I wont elaborate, just ask ya'll to respect it.

Anyways thats it basically. I'm feeling really tired rn so this was kinda shorter than I hoped it would be. I'm probably gonna change it tomorrow(key word probably), anyways good night and,

See yall later bitćhes

Edit:Omfg hi this is me like 4 or 5 months later I don't know what I was thinking when I did this but anyways a few things have changed since I wrote this so I edited it a little.

1 year later edit: uhmm hi hello. It has been a year.. I'm now year older and shit has changed. Like my mentality and sexuality. So il probs update it. Oh and a little life thingy I realized was that shit happens and that shit changes. I am not the same person I was a year ago. But that dosent mean I'm not myself and stuff. Like I'm still agnostic, still part of the lgbtq(I'll bet not as a pan person cuz its really hard to explain when they ask so I just settled on saying I was bi to make it easier on myself) still depressed(though not as much, I've learned how to deal with my mental problems and shit) I still hate spicy food. And the list goes on. But things have still changed, like how I'm not genderfluid anymore(I've settled on being identifying as a girl cuz its just all that easier for me, personally. My pronouns are just she/her again, now. Just saves me less stress and pain over myself. But who knows, things might change again for me) I have people I can call friends now(Even if they're just one) and little things like my hairs grown long again, my acne has gotten better and the weight I've been loosing. Anyways, I'll see you on the flip side. Byebye.

#aight im out #goodnight people