#*clenches fist* *lies down* yeah im fine

[presumenothing]

speaking of novel lines that live rent-free in my mind:

方多病呆呆地看着晴空，摇了摇头：“他没有扯谎。” 他道，“他虽然是个骗子，却从不怎么骗人……真的……不怎么骗人，只是你我没明白……” 他喃喃地道，“没……没太把他当回事……”

[carelessflower]

PART 2

Streets were busy, as Magnus looked around trying to find his dad. His phone rang, as he noticed an unknown caller.

"Im at the Cafe, at the end of the road." He mentally cursed himself, as he pushed past the crowds of people. People cursing at him, as he got to the cafe.

Magnus stormed over to the table, and dragged the chair which scrapped against the tiled floor, some people looked up, and gave him an annoyed look.

"Im here, so let her go." He responded, which caused the older man to laugh, as he typed

"Let her go." He showed his phone to Magnus.

Magnus quickly rang Catarina.

"Cat are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"Im fine Magnus, just a few bruises, but i'll live, Magnus where are you?" The phone was cut of as Asmodeus took the phone and hung up. Giving the phone back, Magnus was about to speak but was intruptes by the waiter.

"Can I get you gentlemen anything?"

"Just black coffee no sugar and milk." Magnus rubbed his temple, this was his sixth drink today.

"Can I get an late and some toast."

The waiter scribbled that down and walked back to the kitchen.

"Why are you here? You could have left, Why now?" Magnus clenched his fists again, he needed to hold something, his legs were shakey.

"I would have come later, but something has occured that needed my attention." Asmoseus smiled, as the waiter brought their coffes over, and walked to another table.

"Fuck you dad. I lied to the court for you. I liee to your - "

"Your slut of a fiance?"

Magnus growled, he wanted to punch this man so hard.

"Dont call him that, okay! Do you want me to join you?"

"Join me? You?" He laughed.

"Your work is sloppy, remember that kid you killed, you were a wreck, I cant have that."

"Fuck of dad! You come near my friends again and Ill go to the police and ill tell them everything ." Magnus abrutly stood up, letting the chair fall backwards. Which caught the attention of some people, Magnus turned around, as a hand gripped his wrist.

"Sit the fuck down Bane. Im not done talking." Asmodeus said, picking up the chair from the floor.

"Everything okay?" A guy said.

"Yeah its fine." Magnus responded, as he sat down, arms crossed.

"Do you really think the police will listen? Really? Anyway, Ive got something you will be intrested - "

(AT THE LIGHTWOODS)

Alec was in his room, putting Max to sleep, reading a bedtime story, Max was fast asleep, clutching his T-rex shaped bear in his small fist.

A soft knock as Alec turned around to see his mother.

"Come downstairs, Robert will keep an eye on him." His dad gave him a small smile, their relationship was slowly getting better. Robert sat where Alec was sitting, and was gently rubbing Max's back, as he started to read the news headlines.

Alec rolles his eyes, as he followed his mother to the kitchen, where both Jace and Izzy sat.

"What happened? Did Magnus hurt you? Is it Camille? Is that bitch back?" Both Isabelle and Jace spoke aloud.

"Shush..no he didnt, and its not Camille, she lives in Paris now. Magnus just- he said some things, about something, and that something made me worry?"

"Were you worried for him?" Maryse said, as she warmed up some milk.

"Yes, but I was thinking about Max, and my family. And I was angry, shocked, upset, sick...so many emotions and I stormed out."

"What did he say?" Isabelle said.

"Its nothing, dont do anything guys please...I need to talk to him but not now." Alec said, both Jace and Isabelle both shared worried look, as Alec left the kitchen, and headed towards the libarary.

Maryse followed him, as Alec sat on his couch, and started to play with his sleeves.

"Alexander your scaring me." His mother was worried, and rightfully so,she never seen him this upset since Magnus broke up with him, but this felt a different.

"Im sorry..its just that Magnus told me something about someone, and he told me this person was always away..and he lied..he lied to me. I dont know what to do?" Alec whispered.

"Maybe Magnus didnt know how to tell you the truth about this person, maybe he thought he was protecting you and himself from the truth."

"Yeah..but he said some other stuff, and im worried, I shouldnt have left him."

"You were thinking about your child, Magnus will understand that, he is a father also. Look go to his appartment in the morning, get some rest, cuz Max will wake up at 5, and its already 11."

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(BACK AT MAGNUS APPARTMENT)

"Where the fuck is he?" Ragnor said, pacing between Raphael and Cat.

As soon as he was about to ring Magnus, the door opened, and in came Magnus.

"Where were you?"

"Walking and thinking." Magnus was pale, as Raphael gave him a cup of hot choclate.

"we were so preocupado. tu idiota." Raphael said, as Magnus just chuckled.

"Why did you go alone to see your dad."

"Cat..he are you okay." He stood up to hug Cat, as she hugged him back.

"Raf is right, your cold." Cat went to his bedroom and grabbed some blankets.

"What did he want?" Ragnor said, as Magnus took a sip from the hot chocolate.

"He has my step dad."

His friends just stared him.

"Your what?? He died didnt he? You killed him?"

"Well apparently not. He showed me proof, and Im going to head to his place in the morning. But now, i need to go meet someone." Magnus stood up and headed towards the door.

"Hang on a second, you just came back, and its almost midnight." Ragnor said.

"I need to see Johnathan."

"Well let us come with you?" Catarina smiled

"Okay..but one of you needs to housecat."

"Ill stay, its late and im tired." Raphael said, as the others went out.

PART 2 OVER

The hard part was the Asmodeus scenes, but got help with friends

WAIT HOLD ON THE KID-

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi rabbit I have an idea for a story! What if reader was married to Sy’s best friend and has a toddler but her husband was killed on duty when the baby was only a few weeks old? Sy has taken it upon himself to make sure reader and her little girl are looked after. But as months go on they both develop feelings and Sy pulls away out of guilt and reader is feeling shattered. I’m imagining an angsty fic with some smut at the end?

Summary: Sy made a promise to his best friend, your husband, to look after you and his son when he died. One night, Sy takes things too far making a drunken pass at you just before his last deployment and it threatens to derail your relationship. Sy sees you again for the first time since that night at a New Year’s Eve party.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Single Mother Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.8k

Warnings: Sy POV, Angst with a happy ending, implied forced kissing/unwanted kissing, mention of death, implied smut.

Authors Note: Ok so, in a panic I remembered that I was supposed to do a New Year’s Kiss fic for @cavillsthighs Cavillmas. I’m so sorry I forgot all about it. Luckily, I had part of this story rolling around in my head for a while thanks to the anon ask. It’s not exactly what you asked for Anon, but it did inspire this fic.

Thanks to @henryobsessed for Beta reading and @amberangel112 for Beta reading and being the best title fairy ever!

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Please be gentle with me, I wrote this in a couple of hours in a mad panic 🙈

Masterlist

More Than Ever

“Uncle Sy!”

I turned round just in time to put my beer on the table and squat on tired knees to scoop little Ryan into a hug. I stood with the boy pressing him close to my chest. He was heavier than I expected, I guess that’s what nearly twelve months of not seeing a kid will do.

“Lemme look atchu, Ryan,” I said, pulling my head back to look at him. God damn that kid looked like his Daddy. Had your eyes though. “Jeez, you’re so big. You gonna be drivin’ a car soon I reckon.” I squinted my eyes at him. “You been workin’ out? Is that it? Been bulkin’ up?”

Ryan giggled and shook his head. I put him down, and got low again.

“Yeah ya have,” I teased. “Show me them guns.”

Ryan lifted his arms bending at the elbow, I copied him and he growled as he flexed, veins popping out in his neck. Trying to keep my laugh in I growled back at him, tightening my muscles. He lowered his arms and brought his fists close together in front of his belly.

“Whoa!” I said, reaching out to give his little skin and bones arms a squeeze. “Ya better put those away, Ryan. Ya scarin’ me.”

He laughed again and kept growling as a hand ruffled his hair.

“He’s been talking nonstop about seeing you since I told him we were coming,” you said.

I almost couldn’t look at you. I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes and stood. I kept my gaze on Ryan. “I missed ya too li’l man.”

“Didja buy me a present?”

I laughed as you chastised him. I finally looked at you, and took an unsteady breath. God damn, you were so beautiful, to perfectly good. I felt like I had to go have a shower or something just be good enough to talk to you.

“He’s fine Darlin’, I did get ‘im somethin’,” I said.

“You did?” Ryan exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s inside under the tree. Ask ya Aunt Caroline to get it for ya.”

He ran off with a squeal, you turned to watch him but my eyes couldn’t help but look you over. You looked amazing in your tight jeans and sweater, hugging you in all the right places. My body went into overdrive just as my mind went dumb.

You turned back to me but couldn’t meet my eyes. I clenched my jaw, you shouldn’t be the one who’s ashamed. I had hoped that after we had talked those few times you would have been ok to see me again. That night was all me, all my fault. I wanted to apologise again, I would if I thought it would do any good. I had to say something, I couldn’t let this awkwardness go on or we’d never get past it.

“You look well,” I said. My voice was a little more hoarse than I would have liked, but you didn’t seem to notice.

“You do too,” you said. You peeked shyly at me, fidgeting a little with the sleeves on your sweater. “It’s good to see you.”

With relief I let out a breath. Maybe it would be ok. “You too, Darlin’.”

You took half a step toward me, an awkward, hesitant step. I did the same and wrapped my arms around your shoulders as yours slid around my waist. As soon as I made contact with you my body ached. I wanted to hold you to me, press my nose into your neck and smell you, feel your skin warm against mine. But your body was stiff, like you didn’t want to actually hug me, and I felt cold.

Clearing my throat, I let you go. That was ok, I would just talk to you. We could still do that right? I hadn’t ruined that had I? Maybe I had. Maybe all I could hope for now was polite small talk and the superficial conversations you had given me since that night.

Alright, I’ll go back to basics, I’ll start again. Maybe one day you’ll trust me enough, to let me back into your life once more.

“So, uh, how’s Ryan goin’?”

You smiled like you always do. You’re so proud of your boy. “Good. Be prepared for him to ask you to take him camping again.”

“You want me to take him?” I asked, wondering if my being forced out of your life meant I was out of Ryan’s too.

“You don’t have to,” you said. “My brothers older now, he’s been spending time with him.”

I sucked my lip into my mouth as I considered your words. They stung, a lot.

“I want to take him, Darlin’. I like the damn kid.” You smiled at me and like a damn fool I couldn’t leave it at that. “I made a promise to his Daddy and I intend to keep it.”

Your face darkened and I knew I’d fucked up. “Christ, Sy,” you said.

“Darlin’…” I put my arm out to you, but you turned your back on me and walked away. “Fuck.” I looked around to see if anyone noticed the exchange, but no one seemed to be paying us any mind. I picked my beer up and shook my head. This was going to be a long night.

I kept my eyes on you all evening. Even when I had to take my sunglasses off, I didn’t stop looking at you. I gave you your space though. I didn’t try and talk to you again, though I wanted to. I wanted to explain, tell you that I was sorry. That I’d never try that again, but you seemed to have made your mind up and things couldn’t go back to how they were, how they had been before I was deployed, before that night.

It was getting close to midnight. I’d leave as soon as the clock ticked over, let you have some fun without having to look over your shoulder at me staring at you the whole time. I made sure not to drink too much so I could drive. And so there wasn’t a repeat of that night.

To say I was shocked when you came and sat next to me was an understatement. I would have been less surprised to see the Queen of England walk through the door, naked, and chugging a beer bong.

You didn’t say anything for the longest time, you just sat there looking straight ahead, and I could almost see the wheels turning in your head. It was making me nervous, I wanted to tell you just to either yell at me, hit me, or go away. But I sat there because I owed you, you deserved to be heard out.

“I wasn’t upset that you kissed me, Sy.”

I damn near fell out of my chair.

Then you actually laughed, not a laugh of happiness, but of bitterness and that was somehow much worse. “If I’m honest, I’d wanted you to kiss me for a couple of years.”

I wanted to jump out of my chair, I fucking knew it. I knew there was something between us. God fucking damn it. Even that night, drunk as I was, (and I remembered more of that night than I cared to,) I could have sworn for a few seconds you had kissed me back.

“It just really hurt that you came to me like you did.”

“I get that,” I said softly. “You’re right, you didn’t deserve that.” No woman deserved what I did. Showing up at your place unannounced, drunk as a fucking skunk, horny, and scared out of my mind about going on another deployment, I was a fucking mess. You should have kicked me out the minute I made the first pass at you.

“Did you mean what you said?” Your voice was so small, so hesitant, but also hopeful.

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I meant every damn word.”

“Do you still want that?” Why were you so scared? Did you really not know? Did you really think I only said those things to cause I was drunk and trying to get into your pants?

“Yes.” I tried to look you in the eyes so there was no mistake, so you knew I was telling you the truth, but you barely looked at me. “More than ever.”

You were quiet again. The kids were starting to get excited, and sparklers were being handed out. I checked my watch, it was only a minute until midnight.

You stood, and I stood too. You closed the distance between us. “I know it’s been nearly five years since Ryan died, but I still miss him.”

“I know,” I said, trying to keep the hope out of my voice. “I ain’t tryin’ to replace him. I just want to be there for you, Darlin’. For both of you. I won’t try anythin’ like that again. Not unless you ask me to.” I was babbling. I should shut up.

“I missed you just as much.” You were looking at the kids, watching them laughing and squealing with anticipation. “This year was awful. I don’t want to go through that again.”

My fingers actually shook as I put my hand to your cheek and turned your face to mine. “What are you sayin’, Baby?”

The countdown started, kids and adults alike shouted the numbers at the top of their lungs, but as far as I was concerned there was nothing in the world except you. You lifted your eyes to mine, finally letting me see you. My heart cramped, it hurt seeing the pain in your eyes.

“Baby, what is it? Tell me,” I implored.

“Kiss me, Sy,” you whispered so softly I could have sworn I imagined it, until your hands rested on my chest.

I lifted my other hand to your neck and licked my lips. I watched you do the same, and you closed your eyes. My nose bumped into yours and for a moment I stayed there, waiting, sure you were going to push me away. But you didn’t and I pressed my lips against yours.

With my hand on your neck, I felt you whimper. God that was the hottest thing and I instantly felt my cock kick in my pants. Barely keeping control, my lips stroked yours as yours caressed mine.

I pulled away slightly, keeping my head close to yours. I didn’t want to, but I had to, I wouldn’t make the mistake of going too quickly. I was gonna take this slow, though it would damn near kill me, I was gonna treat you right.

The party was singing, couples were kissing, and the kids were writing words in the night air with their sparklers. Maybe it would be okay. We could start fresh, a clean slate, maybe this could be a new beginning.

“Happy New Year, Baby,” I whispered, not caring at all about how out of breath I was.

“Happy New Year, Sy.”

[frogtanii]

hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

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from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill.  "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu.  "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

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i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

hhhh,,, BESTIE OMFG UR SO SO SO TALENTED WTF???? do u have a blog cs if so sharty drop the @ ahaha (jk only if u feel comfy!!) i just mean WOW WOW WOW WOWIE

[floralseokjin]

;cyber sex (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

⟨gif credit⟩

You want to partake in some “cyber” sex...

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader  genre/warnings;  smut, fluff, skype sex, or as oc puts it, cybersex, sex toy usage (here 😘) words; 3,038

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“Are your parents in bed?” 

On the screen, Jungkook looked a little on edge, jittery almost. Like he was doing something illegal. 

“My dad is. Mom’s downstairs catching up on soap operas.” 

He still looked a little unsure. “How was your day?” 

You shifted on your bed, crossing your legs, your laptop jumped slightly, pixelated Jungkook bouncing around for a second. Internet at your parents’ house had always been shitty but he still made a bunch of cute pixels. 

“I’d love to small talk, Jungkook, I really would, but I woke up wanting sex and have been horny ever since.” 

You were expecting him to log on all eager and possibly already halfway to naked, but he’d appeared in sweats, back against the headboard of your shared bed, legs stretched out where laptop you was placed on his thighs. 

You watched him hesitate and grew annoyed. “What happened to being up for this?” 

This afternoon he’d been eager, possibly even cocky when you’d texted him over lunch. Your mom gossiping in your ear about her co-worker’s so called affair while you passively listened and arranged sex plans with your boyfriend...

There had been a time you were too embarrassed to even think about masturbating in your family home, but like Jungkook kept saying, you were a grown ass woman now, not still in high school or even in college. Those days had long past you by. You were a hot blooded female with needs. Needs for your super hot, super sweet boyfriend. There was really no need to be ashamed. You were going to participate in some cyber sex, no matter how much Jungkook laughed at your awkward phrasing. 

[You: 01:34pm]  Are you busy tonight? 

[JK: 01:36pm]  if eating cheetos in bed by 8 is busy then yes 

[You: 01:37pm]  Don’t you dare bitch 

[JK: 01:37pm]  why do you want to know if im busy? 

[You: 01:38pm]  cybersex 2300 hours 

[JK: 01:38pm]  Cybersex 😭😭 no one calls it that weirdo  but see you there my morning wood misses yoir ass 

Here right now, Jungkook made a noise, arguing with you. “I am up for this. It’s just your parents...” 

You rolled your eyes. He was a grown ass man and he was afraid of your parents. More so your dad. He’d taken a while to warm up to Jungkook—you blame the tattoos. But that was years ago when you’d first started dating. Your dad liked Jungkook now. Honest. 

“My dad’s asleep. I can hear him snoring,” you commented, giggling. 

Jungkook groaned. Way to ruin the mood, he was probably thinking. “That doesn’t help.” 

“Come ooonnn,” you whined, leaning into the screen. You knew your robe was dipping in the middle, already tied deliberately lose. He had a great view of your cleavage, however muted because of the shitty lamp lighting. “I miss youuuu.” 

Jungkook scoffed quietly. “And you’re making it worse. I wanna touch you for real.” He was speaking low, pouting really, but you caught his hand that slid across the front of his sweatpants. Was that some inconspicuous rubbing you’d spotted? Naughty. 

You leant back again and tried not to grin in triumph. Jungkook 0, your tits 1 once again. 

He carried on his rant. “I want you in this bed. In this house. I can’t wait 4 more days!�� 

Diddums. He was a child, you swore. “Should’ve come with me then.” 

He was rubbing his crotch again, you didn’t think he realised he was doing it. “You know that’s only reserved for a Christmas every two years.” 

Yeah, like you said, he was terrified of your father. It was probably why he hadn’t proposed yet, too scared to ask for your dad’s blessing. Not that you would say that to his face. And not like you wanted to get married anytime soon, it was just only natural to think of those things. You had been together for years after all. 

You didn’t reply, instead shifting on the bed once more to spread your legs a little. You hiked one up, robe falling open to reveal the triangle of skin between your legs. You meant business.

“What’re you doing?” He practically stuttered, sitting up straighter against the headboard.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” 

“I can see that.” 

You began to rub the pad of your index finger across your clit. Sensitivity shocking your body and you fought with yourself not to snap your legs closed. You softened the impact, slowly circling before slipping down your folds and collecting the moisture to drag back up to your clit. Agonisingly slow now because you wanted to tease the hell out of your boyfriend. Despite the near darkness, he had eyes like a hawk. “You’re wet already.” Maybe he could see it glistening through the camera. Or maybe he was just starting his descent…

“Like I said, I’ve been horny since this morning.” You ever so slightly dipped the tip of your finger inside yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d played with yourself like this in front of him. It was fun. Especially because he was hanging onto each movement like his life depended on it. 

“Jungkook,” you nudged. 

“Mm?” It was just one sound, too far gone now. 

You murmured the next part, voice low and heavy, laced with a desperateness you’d felt all day. “Get your dick out.”

He didn’t argue. You let yourself grin in victory, ogling him as pushed a hand into his sweatpants and pulled out that thick, hot cock you’d been fantasising about since 7am. 

He ran his fist along it, definitely not lazily. Tugging at the head, his thumb rubbed the drops of precum across his slit. You clenched and pulsed down below. Unfair move. Your image of him was grainy and unlit but he looked just as hot as he always did. Maybe it was time to unveil your secret weapon... 

“Goodnight, love.” 

You jumped immediately at the sound of your mom’s voice, hand jerking away from between your legs. You’d been so distracted you hadn’t even heard her coming up the stairs. 

Your took a quick breath and tried to sound normal, praying you could keep your voice level. “Goodnight mom!” You succeeded, but only just you were sure of it. 

You heard the click of the bathroom door and turned your attention back to Jungkook, eyes wide. His were too. “Jesus christ,” he muttered, sounding annoyed. “This was a dumb idea.” He was sat forward, dick back in his pants, tops of his cheeks rosy, either from the jerking off or the near close call. Probably both. 

You tried to refrain from giggling but failed. “She wasn’t going to just barge in here.” 

Both waiting a few seconds, it wasn’t long before your mom exited the bathroom and shut the door to her bedroom. You untied your robe, relaxing into the bed instantly. You weren’t losing this moment. 

Jungkook groaned slightly, eyes apprehensively raking over your practically naked body. “This is so wrong.” 

“Relax, we’re alone,” you insisted. “Just remember to be quiet.” You’d use your earphones but you’d forgotten them, remembering as soon as you’d boarded the plane. 

“I’m alone.” He corrected, now sounding sorry for himself. Jeez, it was as if you weren’t spread out like a human buffet. “I miss you. Can’t you come home right now?”

Jungkook did not do well at being alone at all. It was cute. You smiled at him softly, running your hand down your stomach and between your legs. “But I wanna cum right nowww.” 

“Fine.” His stare hardened, watching the way you rubbed at the bundle of nerves. “You cum and then come home. Then I fuck you. Properly. None of this Skype shit.” 

You laughed, genuinely amused. He was such a baby. You watched him lift his t-shirt over his head. Taking initiative, you liked that. His hair fell in his eyes and he shook it away. He’d finally had a haircut a few weeks ago, but it grows fast, which was possibly a good thing because you really, really missed that long hair of his. 

Your eyes fell down to his chest and across his shoulders. He had a few tattoos that decorated his torso, amongst other places, but they mainly covered his arms. Speaking of which you clenched and pulsed again, just imagining those arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight, hands pinning you to the bed... Shit. You really wanted to fuck him for real. 

You splayed around against the bedsheets, arching your back a little and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Take your robe off. Keep your bra on.” He sounded demanding, it wasn’t intentional, lost to the urge right now as usual, but you loved it when he ordered you about, even more so when he didn’t realise he was doing it. 

You quickly got to it, snapping at your bra straps as you lied back down, propped up by your elbows. “Is this actually sexy?” You’d done this a handful of times but that was back in college. Now older, it seemed more daunting. 

“Of course it is, babe,” Jungkook reassured. On cue he got his cock out again. He was still hard. 

You watched him rake his hand along himself a few times and then grinned. “I have something.” 

He raised an eyebrow again, curious but also clueless, and watched you pull something out from under the sheets. A glittery, rubbery thing that made his eyes light up. 

“You brought a dildo to your parents’ house?” He asked after a split second of silence. You nodded, biting down on your lip, holding the specimen up to the screen. He caught the look on your face and chuckled. “You planned this?” He sounded impressed. 

“Thought it would be fun.” You tried to sound casual but maybe you were a little nervous? Embarrassed? There was no need to be. You’d had a sexual fantasy and had acted on it... Jungkook was just as into it. Hm, maybe it was the being naked over cam that was making you feel so jittery? 

Jungkook eyed Miss Jessica Rabbit and laughed again. “Only you would arrange a visit to your parents’ place just so we could participate in some ‘cybersex’.” 

Joking aside, he was eager to begin. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he’d straightened his back, leaning in closer for a better look. You didn’t feel nervy anymore. You were back in the zone. 

“Cybersex sounds cool, I don’t know why you find it so funny.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes affectionately. “You’re adorable, that’s why I find it so funny.” 

“Lameee.” You sang. But now you were running the head of the vibrator along your slit, spreading your legs in the process.

Jungkook watched you carefully, still stroking his dick with leisure. “I’m surprised you didn’t get caught at security with that thing.” He was making casual conversation but his voice sounded strained. He kept having to swallow. “Hiding a giant vibrator in your clothing.” 

“Can you imagine?” You’d die of embarrassment right there on the spot. 

“I‘d come bail you out, don’t worry.” 

You giggled at his silliness. Who was going to tell him you couldn’t get arrested for carrying a vibrator in your luggage? 

However, soon the mood for small talk was over, only distracting at this point. Or maybe what was distracting was now the vibrator beginning to stretch out your insides. It was a little uncomfortable at first, maybe you were just too well aware your parents were a few feet away, or maybe you were just out of practice when it came to fucking yourself. 

Jungkook helped though, whispering encouragements and giving you useful tips, which only made you wetter; so yes, a huge help. It wasn’t long before you got a rhythm going, not long before your breathing quickened and you were trying really hard not to moan out loud. 

Jungkook matched your movements, now jerking himself off with vigour. You watched one another, fully at ease and lost in your own little world. 

“This is so unfairrr,” he grunted soon enough, burning a hole between your legs. His newly sworn enemy, Miss Jessica Rabbit. “I want my dick inside you, not some phoney.” 

You moaned quietly, agreeing of course. Nothing felt as good as Jungkook inside you. Nothing ever had. You clicked a button on the toy and the first level of vibrations started. 

You lifted your head a little, trying to gauge the sound. “Is that too loud?” 

He shook his head. “I think you’re good. Fuck.” He cursed because you were now grinding up against the ears of the bunny, vibrations against your clit sending you all gooey and warm. “Go faster.” 

You listened, the length of the vibrator now slipping in fully as your insides finally loosened up, no longer tense. You rolled to your side a little and like that you found your g-spot. Pleasure began to burst behind your eyes and you almost forgot Jungkook was there because now you’d remembered how to use this damn thing and there was no going back. 

You clicked another button, powering up the shaft as the pearls inside the rubber began to rotate. You bit down on your lip, desperate not to make a sound and you cursed yourself. Why did you think this was a good idea? Pleasure screamed at you but you must keep quiet. 

“Babe... Baby,” Jungkook was trying to get your attention. “Baby, get on your back again. I wanna see.” 

You slowly listened, knowing you had been restricting his view and try to fuck yourself on your back. You planted your feet on the bed, kicking the laptop to the centre in the process and hoped now that he had a good view. 

Whatever he saw, he liked, moaning maybe a little bit too loudly. You’d turn the volume down if you could move, but you can’t, too paralysed with pleasure. “This is so fucking hot.” He was legit growling, it sent a fire through your veins. 

He watched you buck your hips into the vibrator over and over again, struggling a little to keep thrusting the shaft inside of you, but you think he found that hot. You were close. You knew it. Lips spread apart, your clit was swollen and greedy for pleasure, sensitive to the titillating vibrations and your walls squeezed and began to spasm around the thick rubber, the rotating sensation you felt making you tremble all over. Your wrist hurt but it was a good kind of pain, burning, making you work hard for your release. 

“Wish you were here to fuck me better, baby,” you purred, because despite how amazing this felt Jungkook could make you feel a pleasure ten times greater. “Does your hand feel good?“

You couldn’t see him, flat on your back, eyes shut, face directed at the ceiling, but you could hear the sound of skin on skin. His palm raking up and down the rock hard flesh of his cock. 

“Don’t rub it in,” he chided, voice low. Ha. Because that was exactly what he was doing. Luckily you were too out of breath to drop a shit pun. 

Your lower half suddenly spasmed and you stifled a cry. You couldn’t hold on any longer. “Shit,” you gasped. “I forgot how strong this thing was.” 

“Yeah? I’ll cum if you cum.” 

That’s all you needed to hear. It wasn’t even five seconds later before you were coming. Like an explosion, thigh and vagina muscles clenching, toes curling into the sheets and your chest heaving, sweat beading at your hairline. Miraculously you managed to stay silent. Albeit your breathing. You ceased movement immediately, removing the pressure against your clit before turning the vibrations off. The shaft was still rotating inside you, nerves twitching in your thigh before you ended those too and slid the vibrator out with a silent pop. You threw it to your side. Your whole body tingled but you urged yourself to come to, to open your eyes and lean up on your elbows. Jungkook still needed to cum and you wanted to watch. Just like he watched you. 

“Good, baby?” He asked. His eyes were black, breathing shallow. His fist still tugged at his dick, desperate now. 

“Mm hm,” you nodded, feeling a little chilly now the thrill had worn off. 

Jungkook grunted a command. “Spread your legs a little. I’m close.” You listened without question, giving him what he wanted. 

You watched the veins protrude from his forearms, some painted black with the ink of his tattoos. The hand not wrapped around his cock cupped his balls ever so slightly, tugging on them a little before he tensed and groaned. The first spurt of cum shot out and landed on his stomach, then another, it slipped into the lines of his abs. The third load slowed and he tugged his fingers tight across the tip, over and over again, draining each drop. It thickened in the air and slid down his length, getting on his fingers too. You observed all this greedily. What a sight to behold. 

A couple of tissues later for him and your robe tied back around your body, you were both grinning and giggling like a pair of idiots together, still on a high. 

“We need to incorporate that into the real deal more,” Jungkook said, referring to the vibrator now stood on your bedside table. “Let me be in charge.” 

“It’s got to make its way back home first,” you joked. 

You had climbed into bed by now, welcoming the warmth and annoyingly your eyes started to feel heavy. 

“You tired?” Jungkook noticed straight away. 

“I can stay up a little longer,” you insisted, wanting to chat with him before you fell asleep. A text or a phone call just wasn’t the same, and even though it’s only been a few days, you missed him like crazy. “What did you eat for dinner?” You asked, making small talk. 

He raised both eyebrows, eyes wide. “Do you really want me to answer that?” 

No, probably not. You knew the answer already. 

It was always a ramen diet for Jungkook when you were away...  

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Spies Can’t Catch Feelings

Based on this request:  I haven’t seen any requests for Peaky Blinders yet. Can I request a Tommy Shelby fic where the reader has been kind of like a spy for him and she kinda has feelings for him but also finds herself falling for Alfie too??

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: Angst (no fluff here folks), unrequited feelings, mentions of smoking(it’s Peaky Blinders), mentions of spying and potential death, I think that’s it, but let me know if I missed something. 

Pairings/Characters: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader(platonic-ish), Alfie Solomons x fem!reader (platonic-ish)

As soon as you were back home, you let out a sigh. You removed your coat and walked to the parlor, only to scream when you saw someone sitting there. "Bloody hell, Tommy!" you shouted when you realized it was none other than Thomas Shelby sitting in your parlor. "What are you doing here?" you snapped, causing him to raise a brow. He didn't like it when you used that tone, but he'd scared you half to death.

         "You haven't rang. I was worried." You let out a snort of laughter. "You don't get worried, Thomas. You want your information. I told you before, when I have anything of note, I'll ring. Other than that, don't come sneaking into my house. Alfie Solomons hasn't lied to you so far. Not from what I've seen. I have free reign of that office. Everything appears legitimate as far as I can tell. At least where you and the Peaky Blinders are concerned."

         Tommy rose gracefully from his seat and came over to you. In your personal space. You bit back the happy sigh that threatened to escape you. You couldn't let your feelings be known yet. Not while you were in the thick of things with Alfie. You were Tommy's spy and spies can't catch feelings. Except, you'd had feelings for Tommy long before he ever asked you to spy for him.

         "Find whatever you can on him so we can bring you home, Y/N." He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "I'm counting on you." With that, he left you home while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He had been so close. Close enough you could smell the gun powder and cigarette smoke on him. His lips had been right there and part of you wanted nothing more than to kiss him. You let yourself get lost in the fantasy for a bit before shaking your head and going about your personal business and going to bed. You had work the next day after all.

         You didn't mind working for Alfie. He really was a great employer. Sure, he had a temper, but he never let it loose on you. In fact, he kept you safe from the leering eyes of the other men in his "bakery". He didn't talk often, but once he got going, he was a great person to talk to. He was so intelligent and even funny sometimes. And you had to be honest, sometimes, when he stared at you, his eyes bore into your soul and sent shivers down your spine. But mostly, you were happy being friendly with your current employer.

         In fact, you were starting to have second thoughts about spying on him for Tommy. Your mind kept comparing the two of them while your heart bounced between them. You could easily admit that you had feelings for Tommy. You had for a while now. Alfie was a different story. You knew you felt something for him, but you didn't know what. Surely you couldn't be falling for Alfie too. Could you?

*the next day *

         "You alright?" You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Alfie's voice. You hadn't realized you'd been zoned out. "Sorry. Yeah, I'm fine.  Just…lost in thought I guess." You let your gaze meet his and he gave you the closest thing you'd get to a smile from him. "Go on home then. You've done more than enough for today. Get some rest, Miss Y/L/N." You laughed a bit.

         "How many times must I ask you to call me Y/N?" He smirked and replied that until you called him Alfie, he'd continue calling you by your last name. You loved the easy banter between the two of you. It brought about a warmth in your chest and butterflies in your stomach that was different from the feeling you got around Tommy.

         "Alright, I'll go. But I'll be back bright and early tomorrow. Goodnight, Alfie." You could feel Alfie's eyes on you as you grabbed your handbag and your coat. "Night, Y/N." You smiled and left. Part of you thought about sneaking back later, but the more rational part of you knew that, even if he were up to something nefarious, he wouldn't keep evidence in his business. Not where anyone could see anyway. Based on everything you'd seen and heard, he really wasn't out to get Tommy. So, you ignored that nagging voice and went about your business. As it would happen, that was the wrong thing to do.

         Once again, Tommy was in your parlor when you arrived home. Only this time, he was glaring at you with such venom, you nearly shirked away. "What are you doing here, Thomas?" you asked as you removed your coat. Tommy stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray you kept out for him.

         "You...lied to me." Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side as you studied his face. Whatever he was talking about was obviously serious. At least to him. "What are you talking about?" Tommy stood, placed a hand in his pocket, and called out, "John. Bring 'im here." You glanced over your shoulder to see John nearly dragging a beat-up Arthur Shelby into the parlor.

         "What the hell happened to you?" you asked, moving to help. A glare from John and the sound of Tommy clearing his throat stopped you. "What do you think happened, Y/N?" Tommy asked, "You're a smart girl. You can put two and two together." You whirled around to face him again. "You think Alfie did this?! Are you stupid? Alfie wouldn't do this. He's been honest with you from the beginning, Tommy. This was probably the Italians."

         "I sent Arthur to check on your progress this afternoon. That was where it happened. This is Solomons' work. I just can't prove it." You felt your knees shaking as he took a step toward you. "Now, either you didn't know and I can let you off with a slap on the wrist for being stupid. Or you did know and I kill you now before you can betray us again. I just need to know which. So…which is it?"

         "I-I don't know anything. I swear. Alfie…he didn't do this as far as I'm concerned." Tommy regarded you for a moment, trying to decided whether or not he believed you. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again, "You're protecting him. That's why you've given me nothing these past months. The question is why?" You swore your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.

         "I'm not, Tommy. I swear. I haven't done anything to betray you or your family. If Alfie did this, he kept his plan close to the vest. There was never any sign that he would-" You weren't stupid. You knew Alfie would do something like that if provoked, but not out of the blue. But you couldn't tell Tommy that. He'd never believe you.

         "You let us down," Tommy said in response, "Do you know what we do to those who betray us?" You narrowed your eyes and tried to fight back tears. You couldn't believe that the man you had been falling in love with was talking to you like this. "Don't you dare threaten me, Thomas Shelby. I did NOT betray you, but God knows I wish I had now!" Tommy's usually stoic mask twisted into an expression of rage.

         "We're leaving. But know this, if I ever lay eyes on you again," he began, pulling a bullet out of his pocket, "I will put this bullet right in your heart." You clenched your fists at your sides. Your heart was breaking and you wanted to slap yourself at your own foolishness. How could ever think Tommy would love you? The man had no heart.

         Taking a deep breath, you stared Tommy directly in his eyes and said, "And if I ever see you again, I'll put one between your eyes. Now, get out." Your entire body was shaking as the three men left your home. As soon as the door closed behind them, you sank to your knees on the plush carpet and let yourself cry. How had things gone so badly so suddenly? The only good thing was that it was over. Well, almost. Now, you needed to resign from Alfie's bakery before he found out everything.

         The next morning, you were in Alfie's office first thing. He stared at you with those eyes and you almost couldn't speak. "Resignation?" he asked and you nodded. Once again, you were fighting back tears. You just couldn’t understand how you had been so stupid, falling in love with not one, but two notorious criminals. That was why spies couldn't catch feelings. It never worked out. You knew that. Too bad your heart hadn't. "Y-Yes. I think it's for the best." You turned to leave. When your hand was on the knob, Alfie spoke up again.

         "This is about Tommy Shelby, ain't it? About the job he asked you to do?" You froze instantly as fear gripped you. You turned slowly to meet his gaze once more. "I beg your pardon?" Alfie sat back in his chair with a slight grunt. "Tommy Shelby sent you here." You let go of the knob and turned back to him with your head down.

         "Yes. How long have you known?" Alfie leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his desk, but you could still feel his eyes on you. "Since Arthur Shelby came poking around yesterday." Your head shot up. "Did you do that to him?" Alfie sighed. "That, pet, was an unfortunate accident, weren't it? He stumbled into something he wasn't supposed to. If I hadn't done it, Sabini and his men would've killed him."

         "I didn't tell them anything!" you suddenly cried before slapping your hands over your mouth. Alfie stared at you for a second then, he began laughing. "I know, pet. Not that you could've. There's nothing to tell, is there? I didn't betray Tommy. Neither did you." You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Tell that to him. He thinks I did and that I'm protecting you. Threatened to shoot me." Alfie's brows drew together. "Now why would he think that?"

         "Maybe because I'm falling in love with you and too stupid to hide it." Your eyes widened as Alfie took in your surprise admission. "I, uh, I-nevermind. I need to leave now before I embarrass myself further." With that, you threw open the door and ran from Alfie, cursing yourself all the way home. You didn't know what was going to happen next, but you were almost certain neither of the men you had feelings for were going to be a part of your life anymore.

(a/n: I hope you enjoy it!)

[oikawaplssteponme]

The Apartment: part 5

▪️for parts 1-4, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, angst (?)

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: hi friends✨i hope you all are doing well:)) just a friendly reminder to eat something today and stay hydrated 💕 as always, my inbox is open for anything and everything so feel free to reach out:) and the taglist for this fic is still open if you’d like to join✨ okay, enjoy xx

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Five: best friends

“Okay do you have all your bags?” You asked. Bokuto nodded, holding a backpack and small suitcase.

“Yes Y/N.”

“And your phone? And your pillow, because I know you hate hotel ones. And-“

“Y/N calm down you’re going into ’mom mode’,” said Kuroo. You rolled your eyes.

“I just wanna make sure he has a good trip.”

“Akaashi will take care of him, don't worry,” smiled Kuroo.

“Do you not want me to have a good trip?” pouted Oikawa. You put your arm around him and smiled.

“Oikawa, I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t come back.” You joked.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, pushing you away. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“I love you both okay, now get out of here, Iwa and Akaashi are probably already outside,” you smiled. The four of you gathered for a group hug. Oikawa was off to his mini getaway with Iwa and Bokuto was joining Akaashi for his writers conference. The apartment would be just you and Kuroo.

“Hey, Y/N,” called Bokuto. He pulled you aside and whispered something in your ear.

“Remember what I told you.”

You sighed, remembering well what Bokuto had told you those days ago. You nodded.

“Farewell my lovely apartment! You two better not burn the place down while I’m gone,” said Oikawa.

“No promises,” smiled Kuroo. He pushed Oikawa out the door as Bokuto followed.

“Bye you two, we love you!” You cheered. Kuroo shut the door behind Oikawa and Bokuto, leaving you alone with him.

“You act like they’re never coming back,” laughed Kuroo.

“Not my fault I’ll miss them. I don’t remember the last time I went more than a week without them,” you explained. Kuroo nodded.

“Wanna grab some food after class?” Asked Kuroo. Your face felt warm.

“Uh yeah that sounds good.” You and Kuroo both had a lecture together today for your marketing course.

“Just give me 10 minutes and we can head to class,” you said. Kuroo nodded. You went inside your room and saw that Oikawa had left something on your bed. You picked it up and it read: “I suggest you use this before it expires”. You turned the card over, and saw that it was a coupon for 10% off a purchase at Party City. You groaned and threw the card away.

“Dickhead,” you mumbled.

“Who, me?” said Kuroo. You jumped.

“Kuroo oh my god you have to stop sneaking up on me like that,” you ordered. Kuroo laughed and sat down on your bed.

“Hurry up I don’t wanna be late.” You sighed and grabbed your jacket and shoes from your closet and slipped them on.

“Fine then let’s go.”

~

You and Kuroo walked a couple blocks to campus. Your lecture hall wasn’t too far away.

“A 3 hour lecture never gets easier,” you sighed. Kuroo patted your shoulder.

“Come on Y/N, don’t you just love getting all that knowledge thrown at you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Marketing is boring, even a nerd like you could agree,” you joked.

“Okay fair,” smiled Kuroo. The two of you reached the lecture hall and took a seat next to each other.

“Hi Kuroo! Mind if I sit here?” a voice said. You turned to see a girl standing next to Kuroo.

“Oh Calie, hi, yeah sure,” said Kuroo. The girl joyfully sat down next to Kuroo, causing you to clench your fists.

“Uh Calie, this is my friend Y/N, Y/N this is Calie, we have organic chemistry together,” explained Kuroo. The girl flashed you a dazzling smile. Great, she's pretty and smart. You shook her hand firmly.

“Wait aren’t you guys roommates too? That must be so fun living with someone like Kuroo,” giggled Calie. You gave her a sarcastic smile. I already hate this bitch.

“Yeah we’ve been friends forever so I definitely get my fair share of Kuroo.”

“Well you’re probably so sick of him, mind if I borrow him after the lecture?” She asked. Calie wrapped her hand around Kuroo’s bicep. You had to stop yourself from beating the shit out of her.

“Well actually-“ you began.

“Sure that sounds fun. You don’t mind right, Y/N?” said Kuroo. Is he being serious right now?

“So I’m supposed to grab dinner by myself?” You whispered, without thinking. Kuroo’s eyes widened. Calie gasped.

“You can come with us! I’d hate to leave you all alone,” She smiled.

“Yeah come with us,” said Kuroo.

“No no it’s fine, you two have fun. I’d rather be alone anyway,” you muttered. Before Kuroo could reply, your professor had walked in and began his lecture.

~

Your lecture felt longer than normal. Probably because all you could focus on was Calie’s giggles as she whispered with Kuroo throughout the whole 3 hours. Kuroo was always good with the ladies. His confident nature caused girls to be drawn towards him. Yes, you liked him too but you liked all of him, not just the surface level of Kuroo.

You tried to contain your annoyance with Calie and Kuroo. It was obvious she was flirting with him.

“See you next week,” said your professor as he wrapped up his lecture. You got up from your seat and began packing up your things. You didn’t look at Kuroo and headed right out the door.

You began walking back to your apartment when you heard Kuroo call after you.

“Wait Y/N-chan!” You turned around to face him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang with me and Calie? She’s really nice once you get to know her,” he said. You almost rolled your eyes.

“No it’s fine. I promised I’d FaceTime Oikawa now anyway,” you lied. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Well if you say so. I’ll grab dinner with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah sure. Make sure you have your key to the apartment or else I’m locking you out,” you said. Kuroo laughed and nodded.

“Bye Y/N!” cheered Calie. You gave her a wave and watched as Kuroo ran back towards her.

-

You walked back to your apartment, upset. Kuroo had every right to hang out with other girls but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It was just another reminder that Kuroo might not share the same feelings as you.

The apartment felt weird being so empty. All dark and quiet. You threw your keys on the counter and plopped onto the couch. You checked your phone and saw a plethora of texts from Oikawa.

i've been in the car FOREVER -sent 5:35pm

my legs are cramping -sent 5:40pm

do you think if i asked Iwa to stop for a bathroom break he would be mad? -sent 5:41pm

bc we just stopped 30 minutes ago and i said i didn’t need to go -sent 5:43pm

but now i do -sent 5:47pm

update: he stopped for me🤩 -sent 6:01pm

y/n answer me -sent 6:37pm

im bored -sent 6:38pm

you better be buying that maid costume -sent 6:40pm

that coupon expires soon -sent 6:41pm

btw bokuto forgot his pillow but he told me not to tell you -sent 6:52pm

oops -sent 6:52pm

wyd -sent 7:03pm

You laughed at your phone. Good to see you weren’t the only one missing your friends.

well im currently sitting alone in the apartment as kuroo ditched me for some girl -sent 7:15pm

HE DID WHAT -sent 7:18pm

maybe im being dramatic but he’s kinda on a date with some girl from his organic chemistry class -sent 7:19pm

i bet she’s ugly -sent 7:19pm

no she’s gorgeous -sent 7:20pm

fuck

well

im gonna beat his ass

how dare he -sent 7:20pm

it’s fine

maybe it’s better im alone rn anyway

gives me time to get over him -sent 7:21pm

come on hun

don’t say that

don’t give up -sent 7:25pm

idk toru

i feel like it’s never gonna happen

especially when he could have someone like her -sent 7:27pm

bokuto said it best: kuroo would be stupid not to like you -sent 7:28pm

i guess he’s stupid then -sent 7:30pm

:(((

okay Iwa and I got to our hotel but I’ll talk to you later okay love? -sent 7:33pm

okay

bye shittykawa -sent 7:34pm

why do you hurt me? -sent 7:35

You set your phone down and checked in the kitchen for anything worth eating. You weren’t in the mood to go out anymore.

Rice. We have rice. Well, rice it is.

You took out the rice cooker and began to prepare your sad dinner.

Why didn���t I just go with them?

As the rice cooked, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. You put on ‘Gilmore Girls’, wishing your friends were there to watch it with you.

~

It was late. Close to 11pm. Kuroo still wasn’t home. You laid on the couch, basking in your loneliness. A little dramatic yes but you hated being without your friends. It was a weird concept that they had friends beside you.

You heard keys jingle outside the door and you felt a wave of comfort come over you, knowing it had to be Kuroo. You got up from the couch and peaked at the door.

“I was starting to wonder what happened to you…” your voice trailed off when you saw that Kuroo wasn’t alone.

“Hey Y/N! Oh my gosh your apartment is so cute!” said Calie. Your jaw dropped and you looked over at Kuroo.

Your expression had to be screaming: “are you fucking kidding me right now!?”

“Oh uh thanks,” you muttered.

“Is it cool if Calie stays for a bit? Her roommates are having people over and she doesn’t know them too well,” explained Kuroo. Hmm I wonder what that’s like.

“You don’t have to ask me, it’s your apartment too,” you said plainly. Kuroo raised a brow.

“Just checking…”

Calie walked around your small apartment, admiring all the decorations that you had up.

“Aw isn’t this the cutest photo!” She said. She picked up a picture of you and Kuroo. It was when you had gotten dressed up together to take graduation pictures. Your smile was the brightest it’s ever been. Holding your diploma as Kuroo wrapped his arm around you. In the background of the photo you could see a faint image of Oikawa and Bokuto.

“Yeah I love that picture,” Kuroo smiled. Kuroo took the photo from Calie’s hand and looked at it.

“Best friends, right?” He looked at you. Your heart sank.

“Yup, best friends,” you whispered with a dull smile. Kuroo smiled and showed Calie to his room. You tried not to react. You walked over to your room, locked the door, and curled up onto your bed.

Is best friends all we are ever gonna be?

•

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Hey, I miss your writing! I don't know if you're taking asks but hate-sex? Argument-sex? Make-up sex?

Okay, sorry for the delay, have a horny ficlet

Tommy/Alfie Hate-sex

It's not that Tommy means to be selfish, Alfie's pretty sure of that, it's just that selfishness comes to him naturally. It's no doubt a byproduct of the life he's led, a combination of ruthless self-sufficiency and entrenched self-preservation that manifests in occasionally infuriating ways. He spends so much time wandering around in his own labyrinth of a head that 'e don't always seem to realise where 'e is or how 'e got there. How 'is food got onto that plate in front of 'im for that matter. Which is kind of a case in point.

Alfie scrapes the remnants of an individual salmon encroute into the kitchen bin, dislodging the perfectly-cooked pastry that's now curling upwards, like the ribs of a rotting cadaver, protecting what's left of the messily pecked-out pinkness inside. He can't help being stung that Tommy couldn't even be bothered to finish it. It's as if the cocky little bastard thinks perfectly-prepared dinners-for-one just appear in the oven of their own accord. As if the cupboards are self-replenishing — automatically restocking his favourite whisky and tea (and semi-skimmed milk, 'cause skimmed tastes like dishwater and full-fat's too creamy) every time supplies run low.

But communication is key in any relationship, innit? So rather than run his mouth off half-cocked, Alfie decides to conduct an experiment. See how long it takes Tommy to communicate his appreciation for the things Alfie does.

The answer, it turns out, is a fucking long time — longer than Alfie's patience will last at any rate. When he walks in for the fifth night in a row to find the meal he prepared half-eaten, dirty dishes next to the sink, and Tommy so enthralled by his laptop he barely nods, "hello," well ... Alfie has had enough. He schools himself though. Clenches his fists and forces his voice to taken on a deceptively breezy tone.

"You eaten, treacle?" he enquires.

"Yeah," Tommy answers with a quick glance up. The living room's in near total-darkness, not a single lamp switched on, which means Tommy's lit only by the bluish glare of whatever's on 'is screen. It's not a flattering light. Makes 'im look tired — haggard actually — all sharp angles and purple shadows. Then again, it is one o'clock in the morning. (It'd have to be some quality porn to have Alfie absorbed at this hour, but the sad reality is that it's far more likely spreadsheets.)

"What did you 'ave?" Alfie asks.

"Eh?"

"To eat."

Tommy sighs. "Er ... that thing you left in the oven." He glances up again, irritably this time.

"Hmmm," Alfie says. "Bouillabaisse."

"What?"

"Bouillabaisse. French fish stew."

"Yeah, it was fish." Tommy's typing something now, bashing the keys impatiently ��� workaholic little prick.

Alfie looks round the room. There's a bottle of whisky on the coffee table and a glass (no sign of a coaster). A sea of stale bread crumbs flecks the sofa — the accompaniment to tonight's lovingly prepared meal. The man himself sits cross-legged, bare feet tucked up into the backs of his knees, socks discarded amongst the pale shreds of sourdough like twisted creatures in a gloomy velvet sea. He doesn't acknowledge Alfie's scrutiny; doesn't even seem to notice.

Alfie would like to start an argument right here, right now, to ask Tommy what his last slave died of and who the fuck he thinks he is. Instead he finds himself gritting his teeth and swiping at crumbs with brusque, rigid movements. He pairs Tommy's socks and collects up the discarded innards of this morning's Financial Times, seething quietly all the while. He's worked damn hard tonight, serving one hundred and forty covers in two sittings, (one hundred and forty three if you count Prince Tommy's dinner. That thought irks him more than it should). He needs a shower more than a row, but he can't help himself from needling.

"Nice was it?" he asks, crumpling the newspaper into the fire-bucket.

"What?"

"Your dinner."

Tommy huffs and finally looks up, dropping his hands from the keyboard to rest either side of his legs. "Is there a problem, Alfie?" he says.

"Problem?" Alfie says, his eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "No, nah. No problem. Just wondered if it was nice? Ya know, the bouillabaisse?"

"Yes. It was nice," Tommy says, digging thick fingers into his eye sockets as if the bloodshot orbs were the source of his irritation. "I have to send this to Pol in the next fifteen minutes or she'll fucking skin me tomorrow. Alright?"

"S'not Pol makes all your dinners," Alfie mutters under his breath.

"What?"

"I said Pernot. Makes all the difference."

"Right."

"To bouillabasisse."

"Fuck's sake..."

"I'm going up for a shower."

"Fine. I'll be up when this is done."

Alfie stands under the hot water and lets his anger simmer, stirs it just enough to intensify the flavours. He pours over the paltry slights, the daily irritations and provocations that come from sharing a home. And alright, each annoyance on its own might not sour the dish, but combined they begin to thicken. Alfie's careful not to let his anger boil, he don't want to turn it bitter, but by the time he walks into the bedroom he can taste it on his tongue.

Tommy is already in bed, one hand tucked behind his head as he reads a document of some kind, several creamy pages stapled together. He tuts and turns the page, without looking over to Alfie. And p'raps that's what does it, finally tears Alfie's patience; he strides to the bed and rips the papers clean out of Tommy's hand, hurling them across the floor.

"What the fuck?" Tommy says. He looks shocked, and slightly bewildered. There's anger there, but dulled by a visible weariness.

Alfie ain't in the mood for concessions; he climbs onto the bed, boxing Tommy in on all fours.

"That's fucking rude," Tommy says, his mouth a mean little line.

"Rude?" Alfie says. "Me?" He laughs so unexpectedly it comes out as more of a bark. "You're fuckin' unbelievable, mate."

Tommy's face hardens in that way that suggests he's about to say something deeply unwise. Alfie leans down to kiss him, hard, before he has the chance. There's a startled sound and a clashing of teeth as Tommy tries to shut him out, but one strategically-placed hand around his throat and he opens for Alfie's tongue with an audible exhale.

Alfie licks into him, probes the inside of his mouth, overwhelmed with a desire to retake what Tommy's withheld: his attention. His full, undivided attention ... by god, he's gonna give it now. Tommy's defences start to weaken — his tongue softens, his mouth falls wide — when he lets out a whorish little moan, Alfie pulls away. He's hard with lovingly-nurtured anger and ready to put it to use. "Over," he says, nudging Tommy's hip with a knee.

Tommy rolls reluctantly, looking rather bewildered. Alfie reaches into the bedside drawer and slicks himself one-handed, cursing as the lube falls noisily onto the floor. Don't matter, he's done enough.

"Got something to say to me, Tommy?" he asks, fumbling in his haste.

Tommy doesn't answer, though he can be in no doubt as to where this is leading. It's a source of unending wonder how he can look so fucking truculent when he's splayed face-down on the bed.

"No?" Alfie prompts. "You sure about that?"

Tommy stays defiantly mute, so Alfie wraps an arm beneath him and slams in with a single thrust. The sound of breath being knocked out of Tommy shocks the air in the room, and sends fire licking through Alfie. He hauls Tommy closer still, squeezing his slender waist as if emptying a soda-bottle of air. His hips and forearm are opposing forces, jaws clamping down on a pelvis — he lets Tommy feel the bite of his strength, of his want, until a cry of anguish fills the air.

Then he waits, breathing slowly through the seconds of charged stillness as Tommy fights to yield. Ten seconds turn into fifteen, twenty, followed by a convulsion — one rigid spasm that travels the length of Tommy's body and ends with a shuddering groan. The precious sound of acceptance. Only then does Alfie ease back, sliding out an inch or two purely for the pleasure of pressing back in and making him cry out again.

"Thank me," he says, voice low as he presses a kiss into Tommy's neck.

Tommy groans and tips his head but doesn't form the words.

"Thank me," Alfie repeats with a thrust. "I want to hear you say it."

Tommy buries his face in the sheets and doesn't make a sound.

"Alright, if that's how you want to play it." Alfie heaves himself upwards, and presses his weight into Tommy's shoulder-blades. "You will thank me," he promises, "if I 'ave to fuck you into next week."

Maybe that's what Tommy needs, Alfie ain't giving any more chances. He builds up the pace with increasingly vigorous thrusts, which Tommy just lies there and takes it. And takes it. And takes it. The sheets come untucked, the pillows bank up against the headboard and Alfie fills with dark delight when Tommy starts to falter, to let little growls and mewls escape. He sounds like a wounded animal. Perhaps he's expecting sympathy ... poor deluded boy. Alfie slows his hips and shifts position, wrapping his arms beneath Tommy's armpits and locking hands in front of his chest. The position puts his mouth against Tommy's ear.

"If you ain't gonna say it, darlin', you'd better shut the fuck up." He pulls out achingly slowly, feeling the grip around his cock before slamming back in with a groan. The angle clearly changes something because this time Tommy sounds desperate — a series of high-pitched sounds ripples out of him, ending with a whine.

"Say it," Alfie growls, repeating the exact same movement to even more delightful effect. He pulls out for a third time, about to fuck in again when  

Tommy whispers something that sounds awfully like compliance.

"What's that?" Alfie says, pausing to pull him out of the pillows by his hair.

"Thank you," Tommy says, his voice barely a whisper as he quietly obeys.

"Again," Alfie says as he drives back in, pulling hard on the black locks so that Tommy's neck is bared.

"Thank you," Tommy repeats. This time the response is a gasp, two gasps, but still Alfie isn't sated.

"Again," he says, with another thrust.

"Thank you," Tommy replies; the struggle in his voice drives Alfie on like a racehorse under the whip.

"Again," he says, "again ... again."

"Thank you," Tommy murmurs, "thank, ahh, thank y—"

Alfie lets go of the hair and fucks Tommy hard, cutting off each gasped response before it's fully formed. Soon it's like an echo that follows every thrust.  "Thank—, than—, tha— urgh!"  Tommy's fingers splay out like flags of surrender but Alfie ain't feeling merciful.

"Again," he growls. "Thank me again, thank me until you can't say it."

Tommy does, he says it over and over, until he's so battered by Alfie's desire that every pitiful, "thank you," is a breath forced into the mattress. Is a plea. Is a please ... "please Alfie, fuck, god, please ..."

***

Afterwards, Alfie curls onto his side and basks in the faintly horrifying afterglow of his own cruelty. It takes a good few moments until he feels his own pinkness subside. Tommy shuffles closer, ducks into the concave space formed by the curve of Alfie's body. His arms slide around Alfie's belly and he holds on tight, in the way he only ever does after a particular type of sex. Alfie bends to kiss the top of his head, a single peck that's suffused, somehow, with more tenderness than an hour of tongued kisses.

"Thank you," Tommy whispers into the hair on Alfie's chest. Alfie strokes the back of his neck and feels overwhelmingly and incongruously protective.

"For the dinners or the sex?"

"Both. You always know what I need."

"Good job one of us knows what's good for you."

"You are."

"Hmm."

Alfie wishes he were more certain of that.

[fanfic-me-up]

okay so i kinda got carried away with this one??? i just really love this idea and how freaking fluffy it is! so thank you for submitting it @peachy-yabbay​! 😊 also lowkey im sorta falling in love with kaminari?? like he’s so fun to write and i had a smile the entire time. anyway i rlly hope you enjoy!

Feel free to request more here. I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons 💖

Also, I have a yoga fic already posted with bakugou x fem!reader so if this doesn’t satisfy your need of bakugou being a flexible pretzel and failing you can read more here 😂

Bakugou Katsuki

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

like Bakugou prides himself on going to the gym everyday, but he focuses on strength training and muscle building

the art of flexibility takes time, effort, and perseverance

he gets super frustrated when he can't get the splits in 2.5 seconds

“Careful or you might pull something.”

he ignores you ofc bc for some reason he thinks he’s gonna get the splits if he just - forces himself???

“seriously, Bakugou, don’t push so much-”

“Shut up I know what I’m - OW SHIT FUCKING HELL”

poor bby is on the ground cradling his thigh bc he pulled his hamstring

And lemme tell you THAT SHIT HURTS 😭

he’s literally screaming bloody murder

-like he’s faced a lot of pain from hero training but pulling your hamstring is just so. much. worse???

you grab an icyhot pack (aka you grab Todoroki lol) but Bakugou’s just like “hell no fuck off half n half”

“Must be bad. I heard you crying from downstairs-”

“I SAID FUCK OFF” Todoroki shrugs and leaves.

you roll your eyes at Bakugou’s stubbornness and grab some muscle balm instead

“Tch. I can do it myself” but you ignore him and rub the balm on his thigh, he doesn’t fight it

after that whole fiasco he finally listens to your warnings when you tell him that's enough

he’s in the splits in a little over a month!

“Oh my god, Bakugou, you’re doing it!”

“Tch. I know.”

you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he goes up to you later and shoves something in your hands

“Um. What’s this?”

“A movie ticket” you stare at it blankly, he rolls his eyes

“I’m taking you to the movies tonight, dumbass.”

“Like a date?” you stare up with hopeful eyes

“The fuck? No! As payment.”

you blink, clearly confused

“You know… for helping me with my stretches.”

Oh.

you blush in embarrassment at the misunderstanding

“I’ll meet you out front at 7. Don’t be late.” he walks off, but before he reaches the corner he stops-

“Ugh fine! It’s a date! Happy!?”

you erupt in the biggest smile

he wants to be the only one to make you smile like that from now on

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is impressed with how flexible you are, and you’re quite surprised when he asks you to help him

the most aloof - and handsome - guy in your class you’ve barely spoken TWO words to has come to you for help??? is this a dream? someone pinch you 👀

but there you are, the next day in his dorm, gently pushing his hips down

Todoroki’s working on his warrior/scorpion pose (ya’ll there's so many names for this pose jfc the one where you’re standing on one leg, back arched, and you’re holding the other leg above your head)

he’s sweating and breathing heavily, and when you go to steady him, you actually burn your hand on his bicep.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

he’s hovering over you the next second, you show him your hand, a blister already forming

“Damn it. I still have trouble controlling my left side,” he looks away from you, clenching his fists, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you blow cool air on the wound to stop the tingling, “all better,” you smile up at him

“Here, let me,” he pulls his shirt up to reveal his stomach and places your hand on the right side. You sigh in relief as your hand is instantly cooled.

Uh oh.

you realize where your hand is currently pressed against 😳

you’re so tempted to trace along the hard contours of his abs

“Y/N? You’re burning up.” he touches your cheek, your heart doing somersaults at the closeness

“Oh-kay, that’s enough for today!” you squeak, running away from a thoroughly confused Todoroki

Todoroki shows excellent progress in just a couple weeks. He says it’s because he has a great teacher, but you know it's his work ethic and how he listens to your advice and applies it flawlessly.

He’s even gotten better at controlling his left side since he’s constantly relaxing his muscles to get deeper in the stretch.

it happens during warm-ups before training

Class 1-A goes into some stretches when you see Todoroki go into a perfect scorpion. His back perfectly arched and his leg reaching above his head.

“Oh my god, Todoroki, you’re doing it!” you clap your hands in excitement

“Am I?”

...is this boy for real? lol

“YES” you laugh at his stoic expression

“I see.” He softly comments before going into another stretch.

your shoulders deflate, disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he cracks a small smile and your breath is taken away by the simple gesture. It’s rare to see him with such a soft expression, and the fact that you’re the reason for it sends your heart aflutter.

AND bc he’s totally oblivious to your current state, he goes up to you and whispers, “you’re an amazing teacher, Y/N”

“It was n-nothing re-really it was a-all you!” you laugh awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.

“How can I thank you?”

“It-it’s really n-not necessary!”

“Hmm…” he walks away deep in thought and you’re just standing there like the stuttering mess you are bc how dare he walk away like nothing!?

Mina’s got your back tho bc frankly it's quite sad how awkward you are and how oblivious Todoroki is that she NEEDS to become the captain of this ship stat

She “casually” suggests to Todoroki that he should take you out to eat as a thank you for helping him.

and when he walks you to your door that night he says, “I hope you enjoyed our date”

“D-date?” cue the butterflies in your stomach

“Was it not a date?” You’re pinned by his intense gaze, but you manage to squeak out a “yes!” in your confused daze. He chuckles at your nervousness

“Have a good night, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek

and when you give Mina the details of your date there’s a bunch of squealing from her end and you’re just like 😳 the entire night

Kaminari Denki

“Woah, Y/N, you’re really flexible. Can you put your foot over your head?”

You show him and he’s totally amazed. “Cool! Can you teach me? I wanna put BOTH legs over my head!”

first day of stretching with Kaminari is… def a day you remember

“Ow ow! Y/N, don’t break me!”

“Denki, I’m not even touching you!”

He looks up where your hands are on your hips

“oh... heh” he gives you a sheepish smile

You roll your eyes. How you’re gonna get this boy flexible enough to put his foot over his head is beyond you, but you’re happy it’s going to take a while - it means more time spent with your crush

You spend an hour with Kaminari each day to perfect his stretching routine (It should only take about 20 minutes, but the boy’s got the attention span of a newborn puppy)

“Woah check out that cloud, Y/N.” Kaminari looks in awe at the sky. You sigh, not again

“Denki, we’re not done, get back in the stretch”

“Look Y/N,” he points, “doesn’t it look exactly like baby yoda?” He lies down on the grass to gaze at the clouds

“Oh my god, Denki, I’m gonna kill - oh wow…” you gaze up in awe at the cloud, “baby yoda…”

You and Kaminari spend the rest of the hour cloud gazing

After literal MONTHS of getting on Kaminari’s ass he can FINALLY put his legs over his head.

He calls out to you during a training exercise, “Y/N LOOK I DID IT!”

“NOT ONE BUT TWO!” he points at both of his legs with a huge smile

You feel a rush of happiness because even after how frustrated you were with him at times, you would do it a million times over if it meant getting to see such a pure smile.

“Congrats!” you say, “Now, stand up so I can give you a hug!”

“Um…” he sheepishly looks up at you, “I’m kinda... stuck?”

You roll your eyes affectionately, “the things I do for you.”

You’re about to help Kaminari when Bakugou shoves him backwards giving everyone in class a clear view of his ass in the air 😂

“Hah, dumbass.”

Kaminari waddles helplessly side to side

“Y/N?” he squeaks, “a little help here?”

Later that week he tells you he found a yoga class for both of you to take and you’re surprised. He still wants to spend time with you?

But then he says, “Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I wanna spend time with the coolest person I know?”

You choke on your tea, in disbelief at his words - that was a huge compliment and you know Kaminari is a very open person so you just brush it off with an “Oh stop it…”

“No I’m serious, Y/N, you’re awesome. Like super awesome,” he gives an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck

“I’ve been thinking… maybe after yoga, we can, i don't know... hit up the arcade or something? Or it doesn’t have to be the arcade, it could be anything really!”

You’ve never seen Kaminari this flustered before. He’s the type to brush off his mistakes with a laugh, always moving on to the next moment.

“No, the arcade sounds fun!”  

You reassure him and the confident light in his eyes returns

“Oh and Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“Prepare to get rekt in mario kart”

This starts a whole ass play fight about who’s gonna get dunked on when racing down rainbow road

[transkingoryx]

should have known better (Janus angst)

Janus was worried. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence by any means, but it still concerned his friends a great deal. Still, he knew better than to vent, after what had happened last time.

He didn’t think Roman would ever look at him the same. He wished more than anything he could go back and just say “I’m fine”. He’d done it enough times. The lie came so naturally, it scared him a little. 

Instead, he was hiding here in a convenient corner of the school library, reliving a decision he regretted more than anything. Janus pulled out his phone and keyed in his password, switching right to the messages app to reread the conversation. 

Princey: Hey! You awake?

Evil Snake Boi: yeah but it's two in the morning, Ro. 

Evil Snake Boi: how are you?

Princey: I’m doing alright! How bout you?

Evil Snake Boi: im ok

Princey: You sure?

Evil Snake Boi: im not ok

Princey: Wanna tell me what happened?

Evil Snake Boi: same thing that always happens. i fucked up, Ro. 

Princey: Explain?

Evil Snake Boi: you know how Virge was avoiding us a while ago because of that thing Lo said?

Princey: Yeah?

Evil Snake Boi: i told Logan that Virgil said it wasn’t a big deal and told Virge that Logan said sorry.

Princey: That explains a lot.

Evil Snake Boi: then i felt bad for manipulating them like that and i told pat what i did because i couldn’t keep the secret any longer and im the kind of bitch who makes other people deal with the secrets that i cant deal with

Evil Snake Boi: he didnt believe me. I cant fucking come clean no matter what i do.

Princey: But you’re so honest… I can’t think of a single time you lied.

Evil Snake Boi: i guess you didn’t really know me. to be fair i dont think i know me either

Princey: Are you okay?

Evil Snake Boi: what do you fucking think princey

Princey: What else happened? 

Evil Snake Boi: you know that guy in my homeroom class? 

Princey: Mark?

Evil Snake Boi: that’s the one. he’s kinda the first one who called me out on my lies.

Evil Snake Boi: today he was saying some shit about how im nothing but a liar and never will be anything more

Princey: Well, that’s rude.

Evil Snake Boi: he also said no one in their right mind would trust me if they really… knew me, i guess

Evil Snake Boi: so lets see what happens.

Evil Snake Boi: im not in writing club i just have regular appointments with the school psychologist.

Evil Snake Boi: i’ve been talking with remus and he complains to me about you. i probably know all your secrets at this point.

Evil Snake Boi: whenever there’s a conflict, i pretend to be on both sides

Evil Snake Boi: see? you’re going to hate me now

Princey: I mean, I’m not exactly happy about hearing that you’re secretly a huge liar. 

Evil Snake Boi: i just don’t know how to not lie it’s just kinda my first instinct

Evil Snake Boi: i dont want to end up alone, just a liar who no one trusts anymore

Princey: Janus…

Evil Snake Boi: im sorry, Ro. you shouldn’t have to deal with this.

Evil Snake Boi: you shouldn’t have to deal with me.

Evil Snake Boi: it’ll be lo and virge who stop talking to me first

Evil Snake Boi: then you and remus.

Evil Snake Boi: then pat will eventually come around when he realizes how much of a toxic friend i am

Evil Snake Boi: so go ahead and block me it’s what i would do if i were you

Evil Snake Boi: i don’t know if i’m really as friendly as i am around you all and everyone else is just annoying and deserving of the fact that i’m never nice to them or if i’m just accidentally manipulating you guys. 

Princey: It’s pretty late.

Evil Snake Boi: you think?

Princey: Maybe you should go to sleep?

Evil Snake Boi: alright. good night?

Princey: Night.

Janus shut his phone off and put it away, clenching his hands into fists. His nails dug into his palms. Stupid. Idiot. Why did you say that? Do you want to lose all your friends? 

Idiot.

Worthless.

Liar. 

Pathetic. 

He tensed his shoulders, crossing his arms over his chest. Tears spilled out of his eyes, running down his face and dripping onto the table in front of him. Janus released his hands, looking at the crescent-shaped indentations where his fingernails had dug into his palms and left marks. Why am I like this? 

Janus was the self-care friend. That was his role. He was protective and sarcastic and helped his friends out. He didn’t cry. He didn’t vent. He knew who he was. He didn’t tell lies. 

He took a deep breath. Dried his tears with a tissue from his backpack. Rubbed lotion on the indentations. Thought of an excuse for his sudden disappearance. I was doing homework for English class. 

He stood up, and made his way out of the library without encountering anyone. Checking his phone, it was the end of the school day. Janus headed for the school doors, finding his friends in the crowd of students trickling out of the exit. Patton waved to him, a bright smile showing on his face. Logan barely glanced up from where he was telling Remus some of the more disturbing facts he had memorized. Roman wasn’t there, as he had play practice.  Virgil was standing at Patton’s shoulder with his headphones on. 

“Hi, Janus!” Patton called. “Where were you?”

Janus arranged his features into something like a smile, and told another lie.

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Mistakes & Regrets XXIII

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, fluff and angst :) (Im so sorry in advance)

• • • 

November 5th 1984

It was a cold November morning. Two days after everything. A Monday. It felt weird to go back to what the new normal had become. Waking up alone in an apartment, getting ready and then making your way to the only coffee shop in town, before going to school. 

When you and Steve had been dropped off at your apartment you’d found it in disarray. With furniture moved, and Poloroid film cartridges tossed about, empty. 

You didn’t bother to clean it that night, just taking a shower and falling asleep. You drove Steve to where his car was by the abandoned tracks yesterday. His bruises healing and his cuts still bandaged, but now with bandaids that didn’t come from Lucas’ bag, that were from his nine year old sister. 

Parking your car, you leaned back into your seat. Jonathan’s words were on repeat in your head. And had been since you dropped Steve off. 

‘You’re both oblivious.’

Was he right? You didn’t quite know. But the more you thought about it, the more likely it seemed. 

Grabbing your coffee and the pastry bag you got out of the car, closing the door and locking it. You didn’t even want to be here, you wanted to be cleaning your apartment and listening to music. The apartment did need cleaning after all. But you made your way to the front entrance to the school.

“Hey!” 

Looking to your right you saw Steve jogging to catch up to you, his bruises now more purple and yellow in color than the bright screaming red they were before. 

Smiling a bit you stopped for him. “What’s up? You doing okay?” You asked.

When he caught up, the two of you began walking together. 

“I think I should be asking you that.”

Furrowing your brows you looked up at him. “What do you mean?” 

Even though the bruising and cuts affected how he expressed his emotions through his face, you could tell he thought you were playing dumb. 

“Oh. . . the tunnels?” 

He nodded a bit, taking the pastry bag from you and pulling out the sandwich you often bought for him, leaving your muffin. 

“I’m fine.” You responded, a white lie, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t lied to him before, but every white lie or half truth you gave him hurt you a little more. 

Steve looked unconvinced but said nothing. There was a sense of awkwardness between the two of you as you continued into the school. You didn’t know if it was because he knew you lied, or because of something else. 

The hallway was crowded, with students trying to make their way to their lockers, with plenty of them getting in the way and bumping shoulders with you. 

You looked up from the linoleum floor, seeing Tommy, Carol and Billy all at another girl’s locker. Billy had a bit of bruising on his face, but not much. Glaring at him, you turned your attention away. 

“You should smile more, L/n. You’d be prettier.” 

The comment made you clench your jaw, as you continued down the hall, “Ignore him.” Steve grumbled . And you did, for approximately 10 seconds before you heard Billy say something else. 

“It’s always the girls with daddy issues.” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, clutching your coffee and the bag that held your muffin. You’d gotten plenty of comments on how’d been raised when you were a kid, plenty of comments about your fathers. But that? That was too far. 

“What did you say?” You demanded, turning to face the group, seeing Tommy and Carol looking amused while the other girl had a snide look on her face. 

“You heard me, princess.” 

You walked to a locker, placing your coffee and muffin on top of the metal, and slipping off your bag, leaving it on the floor. Steve attempted to grab you, but didn’t react in time as you walked to Billy, fists clenched before you stopped a foot away from him, chin up as you stared up at him. People were staring now.

“Hargrove-” Steve had walked over, ready to deescalate the situation. It wasn’t really a thing he wanted to see happen at 7:30 in the morning. 

“Steve, I’ve got this.” You told him, and with that, he took a step back. “Say it again, Hargrove, I fucking dare you.” 

Billy only looked more amused at that, and turned his head to Tommy. “You see this?” He turned back to you and smirked. “It’s always the girls with daddy issues.” He repeated.

That was all it took, within a second you’d laid a punch to his face, the back of his head slamming against a locker. 

“Holy shit!” 

The clamoring of voices began as you grabbed the collar of Billy’s jean jacket and held him against the locker. “I’m not your fucking princess. And you don’t know shit about me.” You told him. He seemed confused for a moment at how you had a grip on him, and everyone else was telling you to let him go, no one wanting to get involved. Everyone knew not to get involved when two girls fought. But what did you do when a girl and boy were fighting. “You don’t get to say shit.”

He pushed you away and when he did you reached up and grabbed a fistful of his permed hair, pulling him along with you. 

“Y/n! Stop!” 

“Oh, my God.” 

You threw Billy to the ground. You’d been in fights before, but it had been awhile. The last ‘fight’ you just initiated by hitting Steve, but you didn’t finish it. 

Billy got back onto his feet, wiping his lip and catching a drop of blood on the pad of his thumb. “Hit me, bitch. Fucking hit me!” You yelled at him. “Or do you just reserve that for your sister and little boys?”

He was angry now and took large strides over to you, trying to swing but you swerved out of the way, shoving his shoulder and letting him hit the locker. 

Still no one knew what to do. How often did you see a girl beating a guy in a fight in a conservative state in the 80’s? Never, if ever. 

He recovered quickly and pushed you so harshly you hit the locker across from the one he’s hit. And you could feel the sharp edge of the vent hit your forehead. It was a hot pain, and very familiar. You knew that you had a cut on your head. 

Turning to look at him your turned your neck to pop it, and in the process, popped your knuckles as well. “Y/n, you need to stop-” Before Steve could finish his sentence you began approaching Billy again, only to have someone come behind you and lift you up, trying to drag you away. 

Lifting your feet into the air and using whoever was trying to drag you away from the situation as leverage you began to kick at the older boy, getting him in the thigh before whoever it was, lost their balance and fell with their back against a locker. And when you landed between their legs, with your back against their chest, You could tell it was Steve, who’d seen enough when he’d seen the single drop of blood beginning to form on your head when you hit the locker. 

He knew to get it to stop he had to get you first. 

“You’re just a good for nothing redneck!” You shouted, struggling against Steve’s grip that was almost like a vice. “Let me at him! I’m gonna fucking kill him!” 

Before Billy could even approach the two of you, Tommy had stopped him. “Dude, don’t lose to a girl.” 

“A girl? Motherfucker my cock is bigger than yours!” You hadn’t gone completely batshit in a long time. Since middle school. And you used to give off ‘crazy bitch’ vibes. And you were sure that’s what was happening. 

“Jesus-”

“I will peg your Jesus!” 

“Y/n? What the hell?” Nancy asked, pushing past the front line of students who had surrounded you guys, and soon after was Jonathan, who had wide eyes upon seeing you struggle against Steve’s grip

“He’s a cunt!” You shouted, directing it to Billy who just stood, taking deep breaths and very clearly upset and full of anger. In a split second of sudden anger he turned and punched a dent into the locker behind him. 

“Aw, big strong man! Just has to prove how big and strong he is by punching things and threatening children!” You said in a condescending voice. “Get some fucking therapy, douchbag!” 

You stopped struggling when the principal broke through the line of students as well, seeing the three of you in the center. His eyes landing on you and Steve, before going to Billy. 

“What happened here?”

“He said I have daddy issues.”

• • •

“never, and I mean never, let anybody push you around.”

Your dad wasn’t a fool. You’d known that your entire life. You’d known he was clever since you knew what the word meant. He and Pa both were. So you always listened to what they had to say, no matter how much you didn’t want to. 

And when you dad said that to you after you hit that fifth grader in second grade, you repeated those words in your head whenever in an administrative office. 

But while you were calm and sitting with your arms crossed, glaring at Billy through the opened Nurse’s office door, Steve was sitting next to you, bouncing his knee out of nervousness. Reaching out you placed your hand on his knee to stop the bouncing, and reluctantly, he stopped. 

A few more moments of silence followed, before you could see his shoulder shaking. Looking over at him, he was quietly laughing to himself, covering his mouth so he didn’t get any looks from the staff. 

“What?” 

Steve didn’t answer, instead burying his face in his hands and leaning forward, continuing to laugh for seemingly no reason. 

“Are you high?” 

He looked at you with a bright smile before asking. “Did you really tell Tommy that you had a bigger dick than him?” It was quiet enough to make sure none of the secretaries or counselors heard his, making sure that they didn’t chastise his language. 

A smile came to your face, half in disbelief and the other in true amusement. Because out of everything that happened in the last week, he was laughing. He was smiling and laughing over something you’d said. 

“I said cock, but yeah.” 

Steve audibly laughed which only triggered you to start laughing as well. Earning a few shushes from the secretaries, but that only made you laugh harder. 

“You’re unbelievable.” Steve chuckled, his laughter dying down as he leaned back in his seat. Both of you settling down to just smiles on your faces. “You’re unbelievable, and a dumbass.” He added, leaning to the side a bit to nudge your shoulder with his. 

“I’m your favorite dumbass though.” 

December 2nd 1984

“They stopped sending checks since they shut down, and I don’t think I dip into my savings for rent every month, I already spent enough trying to get the car repaired.” You spoke, wiping down the counters in your kitchen.

“Did you try to calling them?” Nancy suggested, with Jonathan drinking a glass of water on the other side of the kitchen. 

“”Oh right, cause a shut down lab is gonna have people ready to answer the phones.” You grumbled, putting the the rag under the sink with the bleach you’d used

“And you didn’t renew your lease?” Nancy questioned as you leaned against the counter, running a hand through your hair in contemplation. 

“Nancy, why in god’s name would I renew my lease if I won’t be able to pay my rent in a few months? Hm? Riddle me that, detective.” You were being rude, and you knew it. It’d been like that for awhile and you couldn’t put your finger on exactly why. 

Jonathan sighed a bit. “I could talk my mom, I’m sure she’d let you move in with us.” He offered. 

“No, you guys are already cramped in that house, I’m not gonna add to it.” You told him, shaking your head. 

Shaking his head, Jonatan put his glass of water down and turned his attention to just you. “Think about it, all the Byers, under one roof, mom is always asking to update her on you. If you moved in, it would ease her anxiety about you living on the other side of town, plus whenever you can’t sleep at least you won’t be home alone.”

Jonathan had good points. Except by ‘can’t sleep’ he meant you would wake up at random points in the night with a gut wrenching feeling. Like something was about to happen to you. And you hated being home alone when it happened. 

“Okay, I guess.” 

December 14th 1984

Grabbing a box from the backseat of Steve’s car, you moved to the front of the house. You barely had anything to begin with, it wasn’t hard to get your valuables in boxes and get them into Steve’s car to go to the Byers home. 

You were thankful that Steve was even willing to drive you there and help you get boxes inside. It wasn’t much, but it meant a lot. 

But you assumed one of the only reasons he agreed to actually get boxes inside was because Jonathan was at work. Meaning he didn’t have to see him again. They were on good terms, but still didn’t like to talk.

“Mom, who’s room is she going to be staying in?” Will asked as you set the box down on the coffee table.

“We have that one empty room, That’s her room now.” Joyce told him, picking up the polaroid from one of the boxes and looking at it with a small smile, remembering whatever memory it was in which Bob told Jonathan and Will to give it to you as a gift. 

Going back outside you grabbed the last box, turning back to the front door to see Steve leaning against the frame, staring at you with an absentminded smile.

Smiling back, you closed the door to his car, walking back to the house and handing the box off to him. “Can you put this in the hallway?” You asked. He nodded and took it inside. 

It was going to be odd living with other people again. You hadn’t done that in over a year, and were still hesitant to even take a look at the empty room she talked about putting you in. It was the smallest room in the house but that wasn’t too big of a deal. You barely took up much space in the apartment. 

Hearing a car on the road, you turned as saw Hopper’s vehicle approaching the house. When he got close enough he stopped and got out. 

“Hey, Chief. “ You greeted him as he walked over, holding an envelope. 

“Hey, kid. Where’s Joyce?”

“Inside.” You shrugged, going inside yourself as he followed after. Making your way over to the bedroom you grabbed your backpack and one of the boxes. 

Much to your surprise, there was a bed in the room, and a nightstand, and a dresser. “Wow.” You muttered. 

Steve looked to you while he sorted a few of your things out in the box he’d taken to the room when you first got there. Most of it cosmetic or hair care products. 

“What?” He questioned, setting a makeup bag down on the wooden dresser,  while you dropped your bag off at the end of the bed and set the box you had on top of the dresser as well. 

“Nothing.” You muttered quietly. “Just been awhile since I’ve lived in the same house as an adult.” You joked lightly, taking out a few of your text books and putting on the dresser. 

He looked down a bit and nodded, staying quiet. “Why’d you say that you and Jonathan were family?”

Looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you. His eyes seemed more than curious. Almost as if confused. Maybe hurt? You couldn’t pinpoint it. But it plucked at your feelings seeing him look at you like that. 

“He’s like family.” You lied. You’d become quite good at it, compared to a year ago. You used to be the worst liar in the world. You dad could tell when you were thinking of a lie to a question that hadn’t even been asked yet. But that could have been because he was your dad. Because he’d seen every moment of your life. “He’s like a brother.”

Steve’s face shifted a bit, like he knew you weren’t quite telling the truth, but deciding to believe it. Like he didn’t really want to know the truth. Grabbing onto his arm you smiled a bit. “You’re still my best friend, even if I’m living with the Byers.” 

You smiled at each other for awhile before hearing Joyce call for you. “Guess that means I should probably go.” He told you. 

“Probably.” You agreed quietly, watching as he left the room before you, leaving you in silence, with boxes and the faint smell of his cologne hanging a bit in the air. You wanted to reach out and keep him from going. But something inside told you not to. That you couldn’t. 

Leaving the room a moment later you saw Joyce and Hopper standing in the dining room, with Joyce looking over whatever had been in the envelope that Hopper had brought to her. 

“Hey.” 

Joyce turned her head and smiled at you, holding out the paper for you to take. Reaching out you grabbed the paper. You noticed the words ‘State of Indiana’ at the top. Looking further down you saw ‘Birth Certificate’ 

Sparing the two a suspicious and unknowing glance you read more, looking at the first field that had been filled out. 

Full name of child: Y/n L/n Byers

Y/n Byers. That was you. That was your name, on an official document, for the first time in a long time.

You saw your birthday, followed by the year 1968, the year everyone thought you were born in already. “Byers?” You asked, looking up at them. Hopper nodded with a soft smile, and Joyce had an excited look. 

“He got Owens to pull some strings. Legally. . . You’re now my daughter.” 

“You adopted me?” You questioned, tilting your head a bit in confusion. 

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Only Jonathan knows. We’re not gonna tell Will.”

December 31st 1984

This was a terrible idea, you were both very aware of that around 7 pm when Steve picked you up from the house. But now that it was 11pm, with music blasting throughout the entire building your frontal lobe was failing you. 

You’d downed a few drinks and were practically using Steve as balance like you had the year before. Your head was against his chest, and your arms around his torso while he continued to drink from his cup. 

You were aware that there were drugs being passed around, you could smell the weed from where you were, and you’d seen the band that had played downtown in the corner doing something. Psychedelics maybe. How Steve heard about a party in Detroit, you didn’t know. But you’d known that the moment he parked you were excited. 

Steve had a firm hand on your back, helping to keep you steady. It was comforting, both because it felt like you were being held, and because you knew you weren’t going to fall. 

“You’re okay, right?” He asked, leaning his head down. A strand of his hair falling in front of your face. 

Nodding you hummed, reaching down and taking his drink from him, taking a sip from his cup. It tasted like beer. It probably was. “Hey, that’s mine-”

“Ours.” You corrected. “We’re best friends, there are no boundaries.” You explained loosely, leaning your head against his chest again. You couldn’t tell in the vibration that came from his ribs, was from the music or his laughter. The music was too loud. 

A few minutes passed and someone handed Steve something, their muffled voice telling him what it was. Cautiously, Steve took it from him. Looking from the cup to the man in front of you, you took the lighter before Steve could. 

He walked away and you looked up at Steve. You weren’t in the right mindset, and when you saw the unlit blunt between his lips you didn’t hesitate to light it for him. 

You would have scolded him in any other moment. You would have taken it from him and threw it out. You were raised right, and knew that, your parents tried hard to make sure you would one day go out into the world and not be stupid. But they weren’t preparing for that to happen at age fifteen. They weren’t prepared that you'd be an almost seventeen year old who Joyce had little rules for in the 1980’s where Reagan had strict laws against drugs, which only seemed to make it more desirable. And while normally you’d know that being around drugs and beer wasn’t a good idea, you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. A lot like the year before. 

Steve smiled down at you for a moment, the smoke from his exhale coming from the corner of his mouth and nostrils. Your vision becomes a bit foggy until it dissipates, with the only smoke coming from the tip of the blunt. 

He pulled the joint from between his lips, holding it between his index and middle finger. “You know you can get second hand high from this?” He pointed out. Even his tipsy brain was able to process that better than you. 

Shrugging you put the red cup down on the windowsill you were both next to, reaching for his wrist and turning it so the non burning end was facing you. You leaned the few centimeters towards the blunt and breathed in. 

It felt odd, like it was some sort of forbidden act you shouldn’t be doing, and you felt like your throat was on a fire the moment you breathed it in. 

Pulling away you allowed the white smoke to spill out from your mouth, the first thing coming to your mind was a dragon, or incense, but you still approached it far more cautiously than Steve had. He’d no doubt done it before with how nonchalant he’d been about taking it from whoever decided to give it to him. 

Steve stared at you for a moment, still holding it in the  way you’d positioned his wrist. You couldn’t quite tell what the look was. His brows were raised in surprise, but his eyes were what hard to define, his mouth agape in shock. 

Why were his emotions almost always hidden behind his eyes? Like a prison cell he’d built for them himself. 

Turning his hand back around he took a hit from the blunt as well, still holding eye contact with you, as if it were a casual staring contest, but neither one of you cared if the other blinked. 

Turning his head to exhale you took it from him, repeating the process. Everything felt weird. The music sounded better to you, and the feeling wasn’t as odd. 

“What time is it?” He leaned down to ask you as the song died down taking the blunt back from you, as the person in charge of the boombox went over to change the cassette. 

“You’re the one with the watch.” You giggled, but opting to look at the nice clock the homeowner had on the wall, attempting to count the lines in the clock to tell the time. “Like. . . almost 12?” You said as more of a question, looking back as him, your faces just inches apart with how he had leaned down. 

A new song came on, and he smiled down at you, “You want the last hit?”

“Why does it have to be the last one?” 

“Wendy’s tastes better when you're high.” He shrugged a bit, holding the blunt out to you. Taking it from him, you took the longest hit from it you had the last two times and breathed out. But neither one of you moved, staying with an arm wrapped around the other. His free hand on your hip, thumb hooked on the tiny pocket that was inside the larger one. 

You couldn’t hear what he said over the new song, but you were pretty sure it was “Fuck” or some other swear word that would get you in trouble in public in Hawkins from some adult you passed. 

He was close to you. Almost unbearably close. You could make out the smell of beer on his breath as well as weed and the possible smell of cigarettes. Your chests were basically against each other, not that they weren’t before, when he was one of the only things keeping you up. But this was different. His breathing seemed restricted, and you could feel his heart beating against your own chest. 

But out of everything around you, the smells overload your senses, the feeling of being relaxed and yet also wanting to laugh at something were completely pushed to the side when you realized that he was looking at you, and only you. 

He had pretty eyes, even if he would argue and say brown eyes weren’t pretty on guys. But they were. 

“What?” 

He shook his head a bit, the hand he’d had on your hip coming up to your face and going to  hold the back of your neck, with his thumb against the curve in your jaw that led up to your ear. 

“Nothing.” He breathed. You could hear the music get turned down and the group of strangers clamoring voices around you as the volume of the TV was turned up. “What are we doing?” He asked you quietly, the hand that was on your back now on your hip. 

You shrugged a bit, putting the blunt out on the ashtray on the windowsill, and letting your two hands come up to hold his jaw in your hands. He relaxed at your touch, his breath fanning over your face for a moment as the two of you looked at each other, neither pulling away. 

Almost on instinct, one of your arms went to hook behind his neck and pull him a bit further down, and his own instinct pulled you closer to him, forcing you on your tiptoes. 

He was the one to act first, leaning in and not moving, his lips almost against yours, almost asking for permission. But you were the last one to move, cupping his cheek and tilting your head a bit to the right. “Steve,”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.” 

Steve didn’t seem to hesitate even for a second, moving that last little bit of space that the two of you wanted gone the moment it’d become that small. 

He was gentle, and his lips were soft, making you not want to move away from him. And although you were high and drunk, and exhausted from the lack of sleep, you could feel it an odd feeling you could only explain as butterflies. 

You’d been feeling them a lot lately. Since thanksgiving break when he gave you that stupid brownie with powdered sugar on top. You’d been feeling them building since Jonathan told you it was obvious. 

Your lips moved against his, with your eyes closed, and even with the noise and filters over your brain making everything hazy, it felt right, like this was meant to happen, like this was the only thing you hadn’t messed up on that night. 

Not that you’d remember it by morning. But Steve would.

He’d remember the way you still smelled like your perfume, and how your fingertips were in his hair, how he hadn’t actually expected you to say those two words. How he thought he was just high and imagining things, but he couldn’t make up the way he could feel your heartbeat against his palm on the side of your neck. 

He wouldn’t forget that the moment he’d moved his lips against yours, it felt like everything fell into place. Like everything in the last year since he got involved with the Upside Down, that something good came from it. 

It was the clearest memory he had from that night.

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Season 12 but The Master kept pretending to be O??

Basically self-indulgent Thoschei with a twist.

lots of typos bc?? i aint got time to go correct stuff yet? I will later?? 

So Spyfall is resolved, The Kasaavin are banished back to their realm and the Fam and Doctor are clueless as to the true mastermind, Barton taking the fall while the Master continues to pose ad O, having decided he’s enjoying the game of tricking her too much.

Perhaps among their texts they’ve grown close, or perhaps the brief time together in the outback led to events?? ;) But either way, he changes his mind mid plan and continues to act human.

Since he never leaves the message or has the confrontation in Paris, the doctor remains unaware of Gallifrey’s destruction. The fam wait off on asking their questions since she isn’t off with them.

Orphan 55 happens, and while the fam go do their shit, O stays with the Doctor bc admit it, she was like oh ;-; when everyone went to explore. My poor baby. So they hang out together before everything goes to shit, how cute?? Things get resolved, but with the revelation of one of earth’s potential fates, and the potential that the doctor lied about knowing, the fam decide to ask to know more about her. She shares what she believes its true at the time, being born on gallifrey and being a timelord, O looms in the background looking awkward bc he knows none of that is true and he feels horrible keeping the truth from her, it makes him as bad as the rest of the time lords- but he is selfish and he doesn’t want to stop what he’s doing, he’s started to really enjoy her company, its everything he’s ever wanted, every star.

And then it’s ruined when Yaz asks to see her own planet. Blissfully unaware of its destruction, she takes them, and so they’re right there with her when she sees, opens the doors to the rubble, the dying flames- and oh god. The fam are horrified, she’s horrified, O has to fake it, while being utterly glad those nasties are dead- maybe he gets to sneakily comfort hug her??? like she’s trying not to tear up even after that whole shit show of the confession dial, it was her home??so yeah he’s like hugging her but he’s so angry bc they dont deserve her tears?? 

The doctor is off after that, and the fam know why, and none of their words of comfort do much, because sure they’ve just witnessed the death of earth too but that is just one timeline, can be completely avoided, while gallifrey is gone forever, and she believes she’s once more the last of her kind. it hurts.

they visit tesla all the same, and when that big ass scorpion looking alien (bc im sorry i didnt like the episode and i’ve forgotten her name so....) mentions dead planets, she can feel the fam stiffen, as though the doctor is gonna blow at any minute, but she keeps calm, tries to bury the rage, but O can tell, can tell by the way her arms shake, hands clenched into fists in her pockets- and it hurts him to see her like this- the longer he spends around her, pretending to be someone he’s not, he’s just realizing more and more what a dumbass he is and that he’s still as in love with her now than he was all those years ago in the academy- none of the truth will change that-

and then boom the shit show with the judoon occurs and suddenly O is confused af because that Lee guy could ONLY have been him. Who else on gallifrey was stupid enough to hide out with the doctor, marry them and die for them?? him because he’s a dumbass? but he’s a dumbass who definitely doesnt remember this memories?? which theoretically in the doctors timeline should have been sometime after the division? or during? he’s not sure? but to his knowledge he shouldn’t have been alive at this stage? and now he’s not sure what the fuck HIS own life is too? did they take his memories from him too? has he lost part of his life? suddenly the truth doesnt seem as known as he thought- so while the doctor is reeling from the information of Ruth being her somehow? O is having his own mental crisis because what the fuck did they do to him too? what is he missing?? 

praxeus continues as similar as it did originally, O is only the tiniest impressed at Yaz, ever since Spyfall he’d sensed she was the human with the most potential to not be utterly worthless so he’s glad at least one of the doctors latest pets seems to have some initiative?? but yeah i dont wanna change much about praxeus? its not important- except the doctor saying she’s a romantic and the master wants that? wait what- he’s conflicted about his own thoughts? he wanted to break her, destroy her with the truth? but he also just wants to wrap her in his arms? make everything as okay as he can? what the fuck is even happening with him? jsut your usual ‘im a mess’ vibes lmao

when can you hear me? rolls around, it happens in a similar way, i dont wanna get to into it because i dont wanna think too much...the episode was weird, it was just weird-- i cant?? although maybe bc that zellin and the lady whose name i forgot...but they were immortal right?? maybe their species is the doctors species?? huh? huh? think about that- but don’t think too hard bc i hate that theory and i’m gonna pretend i never had that thought- lets just ignore can you hear me even though the end made me cry for yaz bc lol relatable sis, relatable. do whatever you want for this bit fam, idc.

Anyyyyyway. the bit I’m waiting for... Villa Diodati ;) O is ready to smack Byron round the face, fingers itching towards the tce everytime he tries to flirt with the doctor. the lone cyberman appears and wopdie doo earth is going to be destroyed and the doctor is about to do something stupid, thinking there is no other way? the master is like um lol change of plans i dont want the cybermen to win, look how in pain my baby theta is?? i gotta help?? oof? and idk, his patience is like nope all gone? and he whips out his TCE on the lone cyberman and boom. crisis averted? except now the doctor is looking at him in horror and shock and- she realizes who he is then and there, and normally he’d made a big drama out of his, throw in some words, a speech about how easy it was to deceive her, how he destroyed gallifrey- about how he was under her nose this whole time- but he doesn’t, instead he meets her gaze and can barely manage to whisper an “im sorry” and wow shit i wasn’t gonna write that version, i was gonna have feral confrontation but now im stanning a sad master who just needs a hug and some therapy because nothing makes sense, he thought he had everything figured out but he doesnt and he just wANTS HIS FRIEND BACK uiferkghlujkfaghjfkgladhfajkg; i m fine 

i dont know what i wanna do after this point? it could go a lot of different ways?? but thoschei rights bitches. could go angst confrontation and then she abandons him in whatever century that was set bc wow i studied frankenstein in school but i couldnt tell you what century the author is from bc im dumb? 18th? maybe idk that seems likely? or 19th? but anyway yeah or maybe she’s just relieved someone else is alive? or is she shouting for answers or?? i dunno.... but woop ??? 

wow this turned into a big mess but hopefully you can kinda see where i wanna head with things? after this he’d probably show her the truth? i dunno how that’d go down, but he’d be there with her?? But anyway, this idea is free for anyone to write, but holla us a link and I'll give yall a free promo at the end of this post!!

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[joannie95]

Legacy- Part 37

Pairing: Carter!reader x ?????

Summary:  Everyone knows Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who could have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follows y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.

Warnings: Swearing, mentioned death and violence 

A/N: Thank you to @mo320​ and @hermionie-is-my-queen​ for proofreading and helping with the ideas for this chapter, thank you to @writeyourmindaway​ for making these awesome text dividers im so excited to use them all

You feel numb, you hear voices around you but you don't care enough to listen. Phil was gone, he was always there for you and now you'd never get to see him again. He promised it would be okay and now he's gone, how could he do this? He knew how broken you already were and he just lied to you, you shouldn't be angry but you were. It felt like losing a parent all over again. How dare he do this to you, how dare he make you feel this way, how dare he think you were strong enough to make it through this.

You’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts at the sight of a set of bloodstained trading cards. How dare he, how dare he, how dare he. You feel yourself snap, you stand up and pull your chair off its hinges and throw it against the wall in a fit of rage. You walk out of the room leaving Steve, Tony and Nick behind you.

You sat on the floor across the bloodstained wall. It's hard to believe you'd never see him again. You quickly wiped the tears falling down your cheeks when you heard two people walk in.

"Was he married?" Steve was walking towards you with Tony following behind.

"No. There was a uh- cellist, it was nothing serious though." You wiped your hands on your pant legs.

Steve held his hand out to help you stand. "I’m sorry. He seemed like a good man."

You took his hand and thanked him. "He was."

"He was an idiot."

You scoffed at Tony's comment.

"Why? For believing?"

"For taking on Loki alone."

"He was doing his job."

"He was out of his league. He should have waited. He should have-

"He was doing what he thought was best." You couldn't take it anymore, they were talking as if they knew the kind of person Phil was. "He was always willing to do whatever it took to save the people he cared about most."

"Sometimes there isn’t a way out, Tony."

"Right. How did that work for him?"

You clenched your fist as he spoke, you couldn't stand the way he was talking about someone you cared about.

"Is this the first time you’ve lost a soldier?"

"We are not soldiers! I’m not marching to Fury’s fife."

"Neither are we. I may have known Nick for a long time but that doesn't mean I trust his intentions." 

"He’s got the same blood on his hands that Loki does, but right now we gotta put that behind us and get this done. Now, Loki needs a power source, if we can put together a list-"

Tony looks down at the place Coulson fell, there is a dent in the wall. "He made it personal."

"That’s not the point."

"That is the point. That’s Loki’s point. He hit us all right where we live. Why?"

"To tear us apart."

"Yeah, divide and conquer is great but- he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That’s what he wants. He wants to beat us, he wants to be seen doing it. He wants an audience."

"Right. We caught his act in Stuttgart."

"Yeah. That’s just previews, this is- this is opening night. And Loki, he’s a full-tail diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built to the skies with his name plastered....Son of-a-bitch"

You follow Steve into the med bay.

"Time to go."

"Go where?" Natasha gives Steve a confused look.

"I’ll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?"

Clint walks out from the restroom, drying his hands. "I can."

"Then suit up."

You walk past Steve as he leaves the room and pull Clint into a tight hug. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He pulls away and puts a hand on your cheek. "I'm sorry about Phil."

You close your eyes for a second and will yourself not to cry. You feel Natasha wrap her arms around you.

"It's going to be okay." 

"I know." You take a deep breath and give them both a small smile. "Come on, we gotta go." 

The four of you make your way to a quinjet, when you enter you see Darcy waiting in the copilot seat.

"Quinjet is fueled up and ready to go when you are." 

Steve gives her a hesitant look. "Maybe you should stay behind."

"No." You walk up next to her and turn to face Steve. "She is coming and that's final. We need all the help we can get and there's no one I trust more with my life than her." 

He gives you a half smile. "Alright then. Let's go."

Darcy and Clint take their seats and prepare to take off.

The quinjet comes around to Stark Tower, Clint and Darcy start blasting the army who are firing at them. One of the wings is grazed by Chitauri gunfire. One of the jet's rotors is hit and the quinjet begins to fall. Clint and Darcy hold on for dear life while you, Natasha and Steve grab a hold of the roof as the jet grazes buildings and crashes to the street.

The jet harshly lands on the street and the five of you make your way outside 

"We gotta get back up there."

You all run onto the overpass, looking up at Stark Tower. You freeze as they see a giant armored Leviathan -- a warship of the Chitauri, flies through the portal with more warriors.

"We need to help these people. "You start to look at the destruction around you and the people running for their lives.

Natasha and Darcy start to shoot at the Chitauri coming towards them. "We got this, you two go."

You and Steve leave the three of them fighting and jump off an overpass, rolling onto a bus and into the street. You run through the street and jump off cars towards a group of police shooting at Chitauri, once you reach them you two jump down on the car in front of them.

Steve starts to gesture towards the buildings around him. "You need men in these buildings. There are people inside and they can be running right into the line of fire. You take them to the basement or through the subway, you keep them off the streets. I need a perimeter as far back as 39th."

"Why the hell should I take orders from you?"

Two Chitauri warriors land next to the two of you. You each fight them off easily, Steve with his shield and you with your sword. You both turn back to the two men. 

The two cops stand in shock. The police sergeant reacts and walks back to his men. "I need men in those buildings, lead the people down and away from the streets." He talks into his radio. "We need to set up a perimeter all the way down to 39th street."

You and Steve run back to Clint, Natasha and Darcy. You each knock out a few Chitauri as the rest are killed when Thor drops down from the tower with a bolt of lightning.

"What’s the story upstairs?" Steve walks up to Thor and questions him.

"The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable."

"How do we do this?"

"As a team."

"I have unfinished business with Loki."

You and Clint look at each other then towards Thor and speak in unison. "Get in line."

"Save it. Loki’s gonna keep this fight focused on us and that’s what we need. Without him these things could run wild. We got Stark up top, he’s gonna need us to-" Steve stops once he sees Bruce arriving on a motorbike.

Tony suddenly flies around a corner and towards the group, followed closely by the Leviathan.

Bruce climbs off the motorbike, turns and begins to walk away, towards the Leviathan.

"Doctor Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get angry."

Bruce looks back as he continues to walk. "That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry." He then transforms into the Hulk and punches the Leviathan, smashing it into the ground.

Tony blasts a missile at the creature and it explodes. You quickly grab Darcy and pull behind an abandoned car to cover her from the explosion. 

"Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there, we’re gonna use containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash."

Tony grabs Clint and flies him up to the top of a building, then flies off.

"Thor! You gotta try and bottleneck that portal, slow ’em down. You got the lightning, light the bastards up."

Thor swings Mjolnir, flying off.

"The four of us, we stay here on the ground, keep the fighting here. And Hulk!"

Hulk turns around facing Steve, who points at him. "Smash!"

Hulk grins, then leaps off.

You quickly fight off the remaining Chitauri around you, sword in hand prepared for more to arrive.

"Captain, none of this is gonna mean a damn thing if we don’t close that portal."

"Our biggest guns couldn’t touch it."

"Well, maybe it’s not about guns." Natasha looks up towards Stark Tower.

"You wanna get up there, you’re gonna need a ride."

You look towards Darcy knowing exactly what she was thinking. "There's only one way to get up there." You sheath your sword and take a few steps back.

She has a smile on her face as she makes her way over to the other side of the overpass. "The Dugan way."

She runs towards you, jumps on and off the hood of a car and with your hands you give her a boost. She grabs on to a passing Chitauri vehicle and flies off into the distance. 

Natasha looks towards you. "I think I like the Dugan way. You mind giving me a boost too?"

You chuckle and she runs towards you, the same way as Darcy you give her a boost and she grabs a hold of another vehicle flying by.

You look to your right and there are more warriors coming, you unsheathe your sword and look to Steve. "You ready?"

He grips on to his shield. "Ready as I'll ever be." 

Back to back you fight off each Chitauri. He throws his shield at them and cuts them in half as you stab them through their chests and slice off their heads.

You hear Clint over your earpiece. "Guys, the bank on 42nd, past Madison. They’ve cornered a lot of civilians in there."

"We're on it."

You both jump through a window of the bank and begin to fight. He snaps the neck of one and throws him into the pit while you shoot another. He is grabbed by a warrior and you quickly pull him off and toss him to the side. A grenade-like device goes off, Steve grabs a hold of you as it blasts you both out a window and onto a car. You stand silently while police lead the civilians from the building.

Soon all civilians are evacuated from the area. Thor arrives and the three of you fight off Chitauri warriors. Steve is shot in the ribs and drops to the ground, Thor sends a car rolling towards some of them and then throws Mjolnir in the other way. He helps Steve to his feet.

"You two ready for another bout?"

"What, you gettin’ sleepy?"

You look around you genuinely worried about how much more you can all take. You suddenly hear Natasha over your earpiece and get hopeful.

"I can close it. Can anybody copy? I can shut the portal down!"

Steve hears and reacts. "Do it!"

Tony speaks up over his earpiece. "No, wait."

"Stark, these things are still coming!"

"I got a nuke coming in, it’s gonna blow in less than a minute. And I know just where to put it."

You see him fly past you with the missile on his back. After he makes it through the portal you look around you and see the Chitauri warriors collapse, and the Leviathans fall from the sky. 

You wait a few more seconds before you hear Steve speak up. "Close it."

You look up to the sky. "Come on Tony." You smile when you see him fall through the portal back to earth. You quickly start to panic when you see him plummeting to the ground. "He's not slowing down, someone needs to catch him." 

Thor prepares to fly at him and catch him when the Hulk grabs him out of the air, slides down the side of a building and crashes to the ground in front of you. He throws Tony off him and you all run over to him. Thor pulls off his face plate.

You fall to your knees next to him, you place a hand on his cheek and you feel a tear fall down yours. "Uncle Tony," You listened for a heartbeat, then see the arc reactor is not glowing. After all these years of feeling nothing but hate towards him, you start to sense a new feeling. You're hurt, this isn't how it should end, after losing Phil, you can't lose your Uncle Tony too.

Suddenly the Hulk roars and beats his chest. Tony, shocked, gasps and opens his eyes, looking around. "What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me."

You smile and wipe away your tears. "We won."

"Alright, Hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it."

"We’re not finished yet."

"And then shawarma after?"

Loki crawls over to a stair and turns to see you all surrounding him. Clint has an arrow aimed at his face. Natasha is holding his scepter. Hulk growls. "If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now."

You're all standing in central park ready to go your separate ways. Thor and Loki vanish into the sky with the tesseract in hand.

You say goodbye to Clint and Nat and you let them know you'll see them soon. You walk towards Tony, you smile at each other and pull him into a hug. "Don't be a stranger, Grandma and I would really like to have you around in our lives again." 

He pulls back and kisses the top of your head. "Of course, I'd really like that." 

You say your goodbyes and walk towards Darcy. You tell her to wait in the car so you can quickly talk to Steve. "Captain Rogers."

"Please, call me Steve." He smiles at you.

"Alright. Steve, if you'd ever like to visit my grandma just let me know. I'm sure she'd be very happy to see you again." You hand him a card with your number on it. 

He takes it and puts it in his pocket. "Thank you, I really appreciate that."

You walk back to your car, you call back to him just before getting in. "And Steve. If you need any help adjusting to this new world, feel free to call me." You gave him a smile and got in your car before he could respond.

"Did you just give Captain America your number?"

You look towards Darcy and laugh. "Shut up." You drive off and think to yourself. A lot of things will be changing soon. Some for the worse, but hopefully many for the better.

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[villlainarc]

Falling Victim to Your Fantasy

Summary: 

One step. Another. Then another. The creak of a floorboard and a pause, the silence giving way to the rapid beating of a heart. The silence returns, so there’s another step. Another. Then—

Then.

He trips on something and tumbles down the stairs, undoubtedly breaking his nose on the way down.

He reaches the bottom with a loud thud and a groan.

Whispers. Why are there whispers?

A sharp pain through his abdomen. A whimper.

A flash of gold and black, a sickening crack against his skull that echos within it too. Another whimper, somehow even quieter this time.

Footsteps up the stairs, the body abandoned.

A pair of eyes slip shut and the world falls away.

(The time was 2:30 AM.)

Pairings: (primarily) platonic creativitwins, logince, moxiety, prinxiety, and logicality

Warnings: major character death/murder, blood and injury, unsympathetic side(s), unhappy ending

(if you have Strong Feelings about specific u!side(s), you can find that in the tags a little ways down)

Word Count: 2623

Taglist (ask to be added!): @max-is-tired @raaindropps @sssounds-gay-im-in @main-chive @emo-disaster @heavenly-roman

Notes: the fic i wrote with the incomparable lex/heavenly-roman (who contributed, by her own estimate, 1.5 Whole Scenes and the Entire Title /t) for the fandom games—the backstory for which can be found here and here

ao3

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“Why didn’t you get involved in the fight?”

“I didn’t feel it was necessary. You, Patton, and Virgil already said all that I felt needed to be said.”

“We still could’ve used the back up though, Lo.”

“Maybe so, but I believe you did just fine on your own.”

“Right.”

A sigh. “If it helps, I would have been on your side.”

A scoff. “I should certainly hope so.” A pause. “You didn’t come here just to make small talk though, did you?”

“No. I came to ask if I could borrow your katana.”

“You can, but may I ask why you’d want to?” A frown.

“Research. I want to determine if it’s historically accurate when compared to actual katanas that were once used.”

“That sounds awfully dull.”

“Not to me, it isn’t.”

A laugh. “Of course it’s not. Just bring it back when you’re done, alright?”

A nod. “Naturally.”

(The time was 8:12 PM.)

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 “What did you do with my jacket?” The tone is accusatory, the words filled with venom.

“I haven’t been in your room in years, not since—” A glare is sent his way, followed by a pause. “What makes you think I would have it, anyway?”

“Who else would take it?”

A scoff. “It beats me why even you want it, how am I supposed to know?”

“You’re avoiding the question!”

“And you’re wasting my time. I don’t have your jacket. Goodnight, Virgil.”

“Bitch.” The word is muttered, but all hear it. 

Not one person acknowledges it.

(The time was 9:32 PM.)

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A note, written in swirling script.

Remus,

Meet me in the common room at 2:25 am. We have things to discuss. 

       Yours, Roman

A creaking door. A glance. Remus exits his room. Normally, secrecy isn’t his forte—mending his relationship with his brother, however, seems important enough that he has to at least try.

One step. Another. Then another. The creak of a floorboard and a pause, the silence giving way to the rapid beating of a heart. The silence returns, so there’s another step. Another. Then— 

Then. 

Remus trips on something and tumbles down the stairs, undoubtedly breaking his nose on the way down. 

He reaches the bottom with a loud thud and a groan. 

Whispers. Why are there whispers?

A sharp pain through his abdomen. A whimper. 

A flash of gold and black, a sickening crack against his skull that echos within it too. Another whimper, somehow even quieter this time.

Footsteps up the stairs, Remus abandoned. He should have screamed. Maybe if he’d screamed, someone would have cared. 

But no. He hadn’t.

He hadn’t, and so Remus’s eyes slip shut and the world falls away.

(The time was 2:30 AM.)

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A knock. “Virgil? Why are you still up?”

“Insomnia? Anxiety? I’m not sure, take your pick.”

“Are you alright?”

A quiet laugh. “Never. If you’re referring to the fight—”

“I am.”

“Then yeah, I guess. It’s nothing we didn’t know before, right? We don’t like the dark sides, they don’t like us.” A shrug. “Nothing groundbreaking. I just don’t like all the yelling. Makes me feel… less than good afterward.”

A noncommittal hum, and a pair of eyes linger on a cardigan.

A sharp breath. It’s wrong.

And suddenly, “You know what, I’m kind of tired now, actually. D’you mind—”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sure! Sleep well, Virgil.”

“Night, Pat.”

(The time was 3:03 AM.)

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This can’t be happening.

This can’t be happening.

Roman can’t think anything else at all as he stands at the foot of the stairs, staring at the body, cold and dead in the middle of the living room. 

(He recognizes the outfit on it—how could he not, this is his brother after all—but putting a name to the body makes it feel real. Roman doesn’t want it to be real, so the body in the middle of the living is just that. A body. He refuses to think of it as anything else.)

Taking a tentative step closer, Roman does his best to avoid the bloodstains that litter the carpet, not wanting any to get on his shoes and make the others suspect that he might have ki— 

No. There’s no guarantee that he’s actually dead, and while some of the other sides may not like him, there was no way they’d have killed him, right?

…Right?

Right.

“Remus?” Roman asks, crouching by his brother’s face, still wishing, praying, hoping that this is some sort of prank, that Remus will sit up, summon his mace from god knows where and hit him over the head with it.

Remus does none of those things, and Roman does his very best not to think about that for too long.

He has to get one of the others. Or all of them, actually. There is no way he’s going to deal with this alone. 

Roman stands up, wishing he could tear his eyes away from Remus’s face, so horrifyingly empty, and his eyes, so cold and blank, and his chest, stabbed through with— 

That’s his katana, isn’t it? How did it get— But no, Roman hadn’t killed him, so— 

Wait. 

No, Logan had been the last one to have it. That fact will alleviate any suspicion directed towards him.

So had Logan…?

No. Roman doesn’t want to believe that Logan killed Remus. He refuses to.

Roman takes a calming breath, tearing his eyes away from Re— the body. He tears his eyes away from the body.

He’d been about to step away from it too when his eyes are abruptly drawn to the left hand, clenched into a fist with a piece of paper crumpled in it. Roman kneels again, carefully prying open the fingers and extracting the paper before smoothing it out over his knee.

It’s a note.

It’s a note that requests to see Remus in the living room at 2:25 AM, presumably last night.

It’s a note that requests to see Remus in the living room at 2:25 AM written in Roman’s handwriting.

But Roman didn’t request to see Remus in the living room at 2:25 AM last night. He didn’t kill Remus. He knows he didn’t, so someone else must have written it.

Roman knows that.

…But what will the other sides think when they see the note?

Panicked, Roman shoves the note deep into the pocket of his pants as he stands up again. No one else can ever know about it.

(The time was 8:33 AM.)

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Virgil rubs his eyes, yawning as he trudges down the stairs behind the rest of the sides. “What’s important enough that you had to wake us all up, Pri—”

And suddenly, Virgil goes silent. The room goes silent, everyone staring in shock at Remus’s body, at the blood pooling around him, at the limbs bent at horribly strange angles—horribly, horribly strange angles, even for him.

“We need to figure out what happened,” Patton says finally, wringing his hands nervously, eyes darting everywhere but the spot on the ground where Remus lies.

“What we need,” Janus drawls, “is to figure out who killed my friend.”

Virgil scoffs. “Like it wasn’t you.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Do you have proof?”

“We don’t have proof of anything, Virgil dear.”

“Boys!” Patton exclaims, a smile suddenly plastered over his face, “Now isn’t the time for arguing.”

Virgil crosses his arms with a huff, but he does go silent.

Janus, on the other hand, speaks up again. “Someone needs to investigate. Find fingerprints, weapons, create a timeline, all that. Without a legitimate detective, it has to be one of us, too.”

“Logan,” Virgil announces firmly. “I trust him to figure this out, more than I trust any of you,” he says with a glare at the rest of the room, which—while perhaps unnecessary—anyone present would also admit is entirely valid.

Logan nods in agreement. “I will do my best to get to the bottom of this.”

(The time was 8:53 AM.)

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It had been a long, long day. Logan had indeed done his best to figure out what had happened, but… well, Roman doesn’t want to sound critical, but it doesn’t seem like they’d gotten all that far. The only new thing that had been discovered after Logan asked each of them for their alibis was— 

“Hey, Roman?”

“Hm?”

“You know how Janus’s cane was found under my bed?”

—the cane. 

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Well, this is going to sound weird, but I think he put it there.” 

“How— how do you figure?”

“Okay, so you know that when Janus originally impersonated Patton, he wore the wrong cardigan?”

“Are you saying—”

“Patton was wearing the wrong cardigan when he talked to me last night.”

“But if Patton wasn’t Patton, then are you implying that Logan—”

“Well, he wasn’t wearing the right tie, was he?”

Shit.

“Shit,” Roman says, this time out loud. Out of all the people to have killed Remus, Roman had thought Janus was the one with the least convincing motive. They may have been nearly opposites when it came to personality, but they’d been friends at least, right? 

Sighing, Roman stands up. “I’m going to go talk to Janus. There’s got to be more to this.”

“I mean, okay, but be careful. He might—” Virgil pauses. “Actually, you know what? I’m coming with you.”

(The time was 1:17 AM.)

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“Janus—”

“I didn’t kill your brother, Roman. I swear.”

“Exactly what the murderer would say,” Virgil says pointedly, stepping past Roman to sit on Janus’s bed, regardless of his potential murderer status.

“And for the record,” Janus continues, spinning to Virgil, “I didn’t put the cane under your bed either. If I’d wanted to frame you, I wouldn’t have used my own cane. There are countless other blunt objects to knock someone out with, I wouldn’t have risked drawing suspicion to myself by doing something so foolish and—”

“Oookay, you’ve clearly put too much thought into that,” Virgil interrupts, holding out a hand. “We were going to ask about Logan and, uh, Patton. They both talked to the two of us last night, but they were wearing their old clothes.”

“So you think that was me?”

“Neither of them mentioned the conversations in their alibis,” Roman points out.

“Look, if I truly wanted to murder someone, I wouldn’t have been so careless as to wear the wrong article of clothing again. Surely you remember that I took notes last time, Roman.”

“Well yeah, but—”

“No, I’m done here. Wait in the living room, I’ll be there in a bit with proof that it wasn’t me.”

“Where are you going?” Roman asked, jumping to the side as Janus whirled out of the room, his cape fluttering behind him.

“To talk to Patton.” 

(The time was 1:28 AM.)

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“Enough.” 

An innocent tilt of the head. “Enough of what?”

“Enough small talk. That’s not what I’m here for, and I’m sure you know it.”

A smile fades, slowly but surely. “Do I?”

“Yes.” A pause, quite likely for dramatic effect. “You’re the one who killed Remus.”

“I—”

“Don’t try to deny it. I can tell when you’re lying.” (He can’t—not really, anyway—but Patton doesn’t need to know that.)

“I—” A shuddering breath. “I did.”

A soft voice, coaxing out an explanation. “What happened?” 

“I— I did it alone. I took—”

“Lie.”

“No! I’m not, I—”

“You worked with Logan, didn’t you?”

Silence.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Please, do go on.”

“Fine. Logan borrowed the katana from Roman, I took the jacket from Virgil’s room. We wore the wrong clothes—”

“To frame me.”

“—to frame you, yes. I— It was my idea to write Remus a note and mimic Roman’s handwriting.”

A hum, followed quickly by a smirk. “He’s not going to appreciate that very much, is he?”

“He— he’ll understand, he has to! I did this for him, for Virgil—”

“I don’t need your excuses, Patton.”

A soft sigh. “Right. We—well. I, technically—slipped the note under Remus’s door, telling him to meet in the living room at two twenty-five AM. I used Virgil’s jacket to trip him, Logan used Roman’s katana to kill him, and I used your cane to knock him out. We— we used something from each of you, so you wouldn’t think you were able to trust each other.”

“And yet, you used nothing of your own and nothing of Logan’s. How careless.”

“I— well, we—”

“What did I say about excuses?” A pause, and then silence as the stammering stops. “Is that all?”

Another voice, this time from behind him. “It’s all you’ll hear.”

The flash of a knife. 

A scream.

(The time was 2:21 AM.)

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“It was Patton,” Janus says, standing at the top of the stairs, panting and gasping. “Patton and Logan. They killed Remus.”

Roman blinks. “How do you—”

“Well for starters,” Janus says, straightening up and strolling down the stairs in a rather calm manner for someone who just accused two people of murder, “Patton just confessed everything to me. I’ll spare you the details, but he and Logan did indeed kill Remus.

“Second,” Janus continues, pausing at the foot of the stairs, “Logan just tried to kill me and Patton when he heard him confessing,” he says, gesturing with a flourish at Patton and Logan, both of whom had just appeared at the top of the stairs looking unusually disheveled.

“I’d watch out for the knife,” Janus finishes, draping himself across the couch as though it were a chaise lounge.

Logan moves to push past Patton, to do… something, but he’s stopped. 

“There’s nothing more we can do,” Patton says, tears in his eyes as he looks down at the betrayal in Virgil and Roman’s faces.

“So Janus wasn’t lying,” Virgil finally breathes. 

“He wasn’t, but Virgil, kiddo, let me explain. I did—”

“Nothing you say is going to fix this! You— what have you done?”

“I helped Thomas! We didn’t need Remus, we never did!”

“Why would he be here if he wasn’t needed?” Roman asks quietly, hand reaching into his pocket for something Patton has a sinking feeling he won’t want to see. “I don’t care what you thought of him, he was still my brother. And I still—” Roman stops, shaking his head as he removes his hand from the pocket, a piece of paper held in it.

Patton can tell by the glare on Roman’s face that he definitely doesn’t want to know what it is, and he can tell by the pained look in his eyes that he already does.

“You wrote this, didn’t you? You used me, you used my handwriting, you used the fact that Remus actually cares about me to— to kill him.” Roman covers his mouth as he chokes back a sob. “You can’t— you have to know how much that hurts, how awful it feels to know that in some twisted way, this is my fault.

“And surely,” Roman continues, “surely you know by now how much I hate— no. No, that’s too kind. Surely you know how much I completely, utterly, and totally despise you.”

Patton’s voice is small as he tries one final time, “I did this for us. I did this to protect us. Logan and I, we— we did this for you. If you just try to see what we did for you, then maybe one day—not now, I don’t expect you to now, but maybe one day—you’ll be able to forgive us.”

“I will never forgive you.”

With that, the mindscape dissolved into voices and screaming and tears and pain.

(The time is 2:30 AM. Twenty four hours have passed since Remus Sanders was murdered and everything fell apart.)

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aaanyway if u want a happy ending just pretend remus sits up in the next five seconds and logan berates thomas for not figuring out his littol mental puzzle sooner :) 

(and if you want to find other stuff i’ve written, it’s under #writings from the stars or my masterpost)

[jeffwittekcuts]

I Don’t Wanna Waste My Time (J.W)

Or where Jeff and Yn are friends with benefits , but Yn want something serious. (Part One)

 “Oh my fucking God, Jeff!” Yn moaned

“Tell me what you want baby girl” he said leaving kisses on neck

“Fuck me Jeff, just fuck me”  she said, hands clenching the sheets into fists

“Mmm that's a good girl” Jeff moaned as he thrusted into her harder and deeper

The sound of a phone ringing, abruptly woke him up from his dream, it was David.

“What?” he said annoyed

“Jeez, why so angry?

“It's the middle of the night and you woke me take a guess”

“Well just wanted to tell you Zane, Carly, Yn, Natalie, Matt and I are going out and I was wondering if you'd like to tag along” David asked

“I’ll think about it”

“Well if you do come, were going to Karma”

“Okay”

“Okay bye.”

Rolling back to bed, he could feel the boner between his legs. His hand slowly made its way down to the elastic of his boxers, slipping right in he took his cock and started stroking it, closing his eyes as he started thinking about her, Yn. He imagined her on her knees taking him all in as he throws his head back in pleasure, grabbing a fist of her hair, fucking her mouth, her pink lips turning a shade darker. He feels himself getting close. Stroking faster, he finally cums, making a mess of his boxers. For some reason he felt like a teen that could not control his urges. He proceeded to take a cold shower to lower his body heat. He wanted yn, and not only in his dreams. Making his way to his closet, Jeff decided he was going out and getting what he wanted.

“Shots!” Zane yelled as soon as they got to the club. Yn felt Zane grab her and Natalie's hand leading them to the bar area. By the time they had downed their first tequila of the night, David, Matt and Carly had found their way to them. As the night went on, Yn began isolating herself from the group, occasionally dancing with some guys or a random group of girls. At this point, she was swaying her hips to some JBalvin song on her own, really feeling herself, letting loose from everything that was on her mind.

After what felt like forever Jeff finally arrived at the club, he first spotted a very drunk Zane busting his ass off, he then saw Matt and Carly near Zane, making sure he didn’t do anything stupid. As he kept walking toward the small group, he also saw Natalie and David chatting in a table but no sign of Yn. She always did this, she’d get lost and when it was about time to leave she’d magically appear again. Usually this wouldn’t bother Jeff since most of the times she’d get “lost” he would be fucking her in some random place, but now he actually had to look for her. After making conversation with David and Natalie, trying to raise no suspicions about what he was there for, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, but really he was looking for Yn.

“Hey doll, you dropped your phone.” Snapping out of her trance, Yn noticed a brunette boy handing her back her phone, which in fact had slipped off her skirt. He had called her doll, only Jeff really ever called her that did not matter right now.

“Oh thank you so much, I didn't even notice,” she said taking back her phone, not before flashing a cute smile to the boy.

“Im Sebastian by the way” 

“Yn”

“It fits you”

“How so?”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl”

“God, you're cheesy,” she giggled

“I've been told”

“I like it, it’s cute”

“I know we just met, but would you like to dance?”

“I'd love to”

After what felt like forever, Jeff was finally able to spot Yn with some guy he didn't know. She was looking very good tonight, a small red crop top contrasting with her skin and making her boobs pop, her black jean skirt hugging her hips and some black vans to finish the look. The way she was dancing with that guy made him want her even more. He almost wished he was him, having her all over his body, but soon enough she would be. Pulling his phone out he texted her a quick hey, in hopes of getting her attention.

Now surrounded by a small crowd, Sebastian and Yn were enjoying themselves, getting closer and closer by the second. Yn decided to make the first move and kiss him, he was surprised at first but he kissed her back. The kiss was smooth, very different from her other experiences, and while standing there she was able to feel her phone ring multiple times. She excused herself to check her phone, thinking it might be david letting her know they would leave soon. It was Jeff. She read the messages he had sent in the past few minutes.

“Hey”

“Doll,are you ignoring me?”

“I need you babygirl”

“Ditch that guy and lets go to my place”

She read the texts over and over again. She was really enjoying sebastian's company, but she really wanted to go over to Jeff’s. Her poor judgement decided she'd leave with Jeff. 

“Hold on, meet me in the hallway” she quickly texted back. Shortly after, a voice made her snap back to reality.

“Is everything okay?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah, my friend was just letting me know we're leaving soon,” she said sadly.

“Oh”

“Yeah, I was really having a good time”

“Well if you'd like a better time let me take you out”

“Like on a date?”

“Yeah, on a date”

“Then it's a date”

“Here I’ll give you my phone and you give me yours and let's exchange numbers” As they exchanged numbers, yn heard her phone ring 

“Umm Jeff can't wait to see you” he said dryly 

“What?”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, he's my friend, he was out of town and its been awhile since we've seen each other” she lied

“Oh, I'm sorry I just didn't want to get in the middle of anything”

“You're fine, trust me Jeff is just my friend”

“Well here you go” he said handing Yn her phone. “Text you later?”

“I'll look forward to it,” she said as she waved goodbye and left sebastian.

Making her way through the crowd, she finally got to the hallway. There he was, leaning against a wall in his white shirt and black pants, looking at his phone. For some reason he was looking particularly good tonight, his hair was messy, his arms looked more toned than usually, this whole sight was making her horny for him. Yn could feel herself getting wet by the as she approached him, god he looked better upfront.

“Hey,” she said catching his attention. Looking up from his phone,  was beautiful Yn. before he even said anything he grabbed her face and just started kissing her. The kissing got heated by the second. Jeff  stopped kissing her mouth after a while, and made his way to her sweet neck. Leaving soft wet kisses on it, he then whispered “let's get out of here” giving Yn goosebumps as he grabbed her hand leading them out. “Wait,” she said. “I came with david,”  Jeff thought for a second about what they should do until he said: “Okay follow my lead.” Redirecting their path, Jeff carried her in his arms as he looked for were the group was.

“Hey guys, Yn here is very sleepy, so I'm giving her a ride home ”Jeff lied to the group

“Baby, where have you been” drunk Zane said

“Having too many drinks, now I'm sleepy” she answered 

“Okay , I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch then”

“Bye guys” both Jeff and Yn said and left.

When they got to Jeff's car, they kissed again before getting in. Since this was going to be a long ride, Yn decided to have some fun. First, she was going to tease Jeff and then make her way to his dick. Feeling it get hard under her touch, she kept rubbing it. Earning a moan from Jeff, she proceeded to unbutton his pants and keep rubbing him through his boxers.

“Fuck Yn, stop that Im driving”

“So keep driving an let me do my thing,” she whispered as she bit his earlobe and made her way to his dick. Taking his cock out of his boxers, she took him all in her mouth and she immediately felt herself gag from how big Jeff was, but still continued to blow him. She could hear him curse under his breath as he was about to cum, and a few minutes later he came all over her mouth as he took a grip of her hair. She gladly swallowed it and just as she was getting herself together she noticed they had reached Jeff’s apartment. They kissed some more on the elevator as jeff pushed her against the wall and carried her to his door. When he finally managed to open it, he put her down and they both started undressing themselves leaving them just in their underwear.

Once they reached the bedroom, Yn layed on top of Jeff, kissing his neck as he played with her boobs. She was grinding against him, and she then felt Jeff flip them leaving her exposed in front of him. His hand travelled down to her panties, slowly massaging her clit and then inserting two of his long fingers into her, God did she loved his fingers.

“Oh fuck Jeff”

“You like that doll?”

“Oh fuck yeah”

“Tell me how much you like it” he said as he gained speed

“I fucking love your fingers so much, Oh fuck I’m so close”

“Cum for me Doll” he said as he felt her clenching her walls around his fingers. 

Jeff grabbed a condom from his nightstand drawer on put it on, he knew Yn was on the pill, but better safe than sorry. He was about to position himself on top of Yn when she pushed him back, deciding she would rather ride him. She was so fucking hot. Yn rode Jeff, and as she leaned to kiss him, she could feel herself getting close. Jeff threw his head back meaning he was very close as well. Jeff grabbed Yn’s hips moving them faster, and within minutes, both had managed to cum. Yn got off Jeff and layed next to him on the bed and for a moment, all that could be heard was their heavy breathing . 

“That was amazing” Jeff said as he left a kiss on her cheek

“Yeah it was” She said very pleased

“You ready for round two” He asked with a cheeky smile

“No I think I'm just going to head home”

“Why? You usually stay”

“Yeah but I want to get some sleep before the bruch

“Are you bringing anyone

Ï think i might invite sebastian , he's really sweet”

“The guy from the club? You hardly know him”

“So? He won't try to do anything if im with all my friends”

“Well im taking Kelsey”

“Cool , anyways I'm gonna go now”she said “see you at brunch”

The group had decided to meet up at Urth Cafe for brunch, Yn was running late like she did most of the time , but at least she was not going to be the only one late , since Sebastian was coming with her. When they got there she was laughing at something Sebastian has said , she then presented him to the group and sat next to Zane and in front of Jeff and Kelsey. 

“Baby , you finally got yourself a man” Zane whispered to her , she giggled and nodded in response , the brunch was going great , except for some backhanded comment from Jeff towards Sebastian , usually she would not think much of it , but she was sensing some of this comments weren't jokes at all, when Yn had enough she spoke 

“Hey Jeff would you mind taking a pic with me real quick”

“Yeah sure” he said as she led him to a more private area to confront him.

“What the hell is up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Stop playing stupid , why are you giving sebastian such a hard time?’” 

“I'm not,  im just teasing him”

“Jeff , I know when your teasing and that aint it” she spoke sternly

“Why are you being so weird about it?”

“Because I really like him’” 

“What?”

“Look Jeff what you and I have is great but I want something serious and I think this guy could be the one, so please cut the shit”

“Wait so what about us?”

“Its over Jeff , why dont you just fuck Kelsey instead, look Jeff I love you, youre one of the greastest guys I know but , youve said it yourself you dont want anything long term , so what am saying is when can still be friends okay?” She said as she left as kiss on his cheek

“Yeah , just friends then , no sex?” He asked 

“No sex” she said “Now lets go I dont want to keep Sebastian waiting”

“I'll be there in a minute I'm just going to the bathroom”

“Okay”

Standing there Jeff felt watched Yn go back to the table , he felt sad for some reason as if they had broken up or something even though they didn't date , he had mixed feeling about the whole situation  , he decided to shrug it off , and return to the table , but when he did, he could not help but be angry at  Sebastian making Yn so happy , almost wishing it was him .

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A/n: So this is Part 1 of the mini series “Butterfly Effect” , I really hope you guys like it , I know I’m having a blast writing it. Huge shoutout to @emobrock for always helping me , gracias perrita.

[imaginariumrpc]

okay so the lovely @imbicilite​ / @whitrph​ and i were talking and it gave me the idea and we thought it was a great idea to spread it around so here’s how it goes: when talking with someone about pretty much anything tbh, but especially for something that could potentially be triggering, communicate with color codes based on city traffic lights ! GREEN means it’s good to talk about these things and you’re not feeling triggered by the topic, YELLOW means to slow down or stop talking about the topic at for now while RED means to stop the conversation about the topic immediately until green again where the conversation can divert into another topic or they feel safe to talk about it again !! this is EXTREMELY important, because it’s a way to alert others that you’re going to be talking about something that could possibly upset someone because of the subject matter, especially for those who may get triggered by a certain topic - even without you realizing it because squicks and triggers can honestly be anything, it could be different words or phrases or certain topics - and can cause severe anxiety in those affected, even panic attacks or flashbacks, and because we want to be considerate and respectful towards one another, it’s important that we use these to help our friends and fellow rpers know that we’re going to be posting or talking about something they might not want to see or talk about, and it’s of utmost importance to make them feel safe, it’s best to use this to be a more supportive friend and a member of the rpc!!

on a sidenote, i’m also here to tell you about tone indicators !! keep in mind that i didn’t come up with nor invent the concept of tone tags itself, but it was being spread around for a while now and i’d figured i’d talk about it !! essentially, tone indicators are used to indicate if the person is joking, being serious, etc., neurodivergent people often have trouble conveying and understanding emotion and tone through written text, using tone indicators is really helpful for neurodivergent people to make it easier for them to read/convey, it is also very helpful for people with anxiety. i encourage anyone who reads this to also type the meaning of the tone tag ( i.e: i love you !! /p for platonic ), so it is more accessible for neurodivergent and disabled people, like those who use screen readers.

“why should we use tone tags?” one might ask, but as an autistic, disabled and otherwise neurodivergent person myself, sometimes i don’t always get my friends and fellow mutual’s tones by their message but when they use tone indicators, it helps me understand and, not to mention that it can be really helpful and avoid misunderstandings. i would also like to note that NOT ALL neurodivergent people want you to use tone indicators on them, so if they don’t want you to use tone tags on them, please respect their wishes.

“i don’t like tone tags!” one might add, well, okay... but don’t make fun of the people that use them, it’s not a big deal, and if you’re a neurotypical who insists on not using tone tags when a neurodivergent person clearly asked you to, get your head out of your ass.

“using /j at the end of a joke ruins it!!” one might bitch, and okay but... it might be ruined for you, but it still makes me laugh, personally, so please try and get used to it, and not to mention, what’s more important: making sure you’re clear with your tone so that there’s no misunderstandings or throwing a fit just because the joke’s ruined for you?

additionally, some other things to keep in mind !! please do not mock the use of tone tags, you may not need them but some people do, not everyone can tell when something is a joke, when someone’s either being platonic, romantic or sexual in intentions, etc.,, especially when there’s no visual cues or tones of voice to help us, just be nice about it, it’s... really not hard, man. if you don’t use a tone tag and someone reads the tone of your statement incorrectly, do not get upset with them or laugh at them for not getting it - that is perpetuating ableism and/or sanism, whether you intentionally intend it or not. just kindly clarify and next time, keep in mind that tone tags are very helpful for neurodivergent, disabled and people with anxiety disorders. using a tone tag isn’t an excuse to be mean either, you can’t just say something mean or not cool and then put /j ( “joking” ) after it to get away with it, don’t be an ass. if you’re saying something that could be anxiety inducing for others, i would highly recommend putting the tone tags at not only the end but also the beginning of that post. do not intentionally use tone tags incorrectly “as a joke”, to confuse people, etc., the entire point of tone tags is to clarify, not confuse people, if you intentionally use them incorrectly, you’re an ass. keep in mind that no one has to use all the tone tags, use what you’d like, respect others who use what they would like, use them however feels rights to you. for me personally, sometimes i use multiple, sometimes only one, or sometimes none at all, just do what feels right, depending on who i’m talking to and how long i’ve known this person or group of people i’m speaking to, it’ll be fine, and if someone asks for clarification on what you mean, that’s okay, kindly clarify for them. additionally, please be patient if people don’t know what tone tags are, someone might not even be aware of what they are and that’s not their fault, just patiently explain it to them or link them to a source !! education always helps !! please don’t use “/srs or serious” as a joke, some neurodivergent and/or disabled people don’t need you to use three tone tags, and in my case, i’m presuming you’re neurotypical if you’re doing that when conversing with me, but what i’m trying to say is it looks like you’re babying us neurodivergents / disabled folx, so try to use only two tags ( that is, if that person is okay with it !! ), because some people don’t need you to use three tags.

please note that the following aren’t every single example out there and there are different terminologies in different languages, but they are important, a few examples of these are: 

“/j = joking / used when saying something in a joking manner, “so im pretty much the president of oreos /j”, 

“/hj = half joking / used when saying something that’s kind of a joke but kind of serious / “well,,,,, im usually right /hj” / 

“/s or /sarc / refers to the opposite of what you really want to say / “i just [clenches fists] love...... being sad..... /s”, 

“/srs / used when saying something you really mean / “i really appreciate you /srs””, 

“/nsrs = not serious / used when saying something not too seriously / “you’re the worst /nsrs”, 

“/lh = lighthearted = used when something’s said lightheartedly / “hEY LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS /lh” / i’d say something like this when me and my friends would get into a silly argument and they’re trying to ask my opinion on a topic”, 

“/ij = referring to something that’s only understood by people with special knowledge about something, typically only a small group of friends or a group of people would be aware of, those outside of the group would most likely be confused by it or not find it funny in the same way people within in the group would / “aAAAAAAAAA MY NUGGIES!!!!! /ij””, 

“/ref = a reference to media, usually movies, tv, music, etc., “yOU SHALL NOT PAAAAAAAASSSSSSS /ref”, 

“/t = teasing, use when teasing someone or provoking someone, often playfully, “aiight sure mx idk wtf im doin /t”, 

“nm = not mad, to indicate you’re not actually mad or upset about something / “ow... i felt that /nm”, 

“lu = a little upset / used when about about something or someone, but not too upset / “oh... that sucks /lu”, 

“/nbh = “nobody here” = often used when talking about something vague to ensure your friends it’s not indirectly to or about them / “sometimes i just wanna..... tell someone to shut the fuck up /nbh”, 

“/nay = not at you / used when saying something but not meaning it at the person you’re responding to / “god i can’t stand lame people /nay”, 

“/ay = “at you”, make the person aware you’re addressing them”, 

“/g or /gen = used when saying or asking something for real / “i’m proud of you /g” or “have you watched the news?? /gen”, 

“/th = threat, used when giving a genuine threat / “if you don’t stop, i’ll block you /th”, 

“/p = platonic, a friendship type of love, used when saying something with platonic intentions / “i love you /p”, 

“/r = romantic intentions, typically of partners when saying something with romantic intentions / “i love you /r””, 

“/a = alterous, an attraction best described as wanting emotional closeness without necessarily being at all or entirely platonic and/or romantic, used when saying with alterous intentions / “i love you /a””

“/m = metaphor / used when saying something metaphorically / “god you’re a shining star /m””

“/li = literal / used when saying something literally / “i hate pears /li””

“/rh = rhetorical / a question asked in order to create a dramatic effect or to make a point rather than to get an answer / used when saying or asking something rhetorically / “who cares? /rh””

“/hyp = hyperbole, exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally ; “i have a million things to do today”

“/sx = sexual intent, used when meaning something in a sexual way”, 

“/nsx = nonsexual intent, used when meaning something in a not sexual way”, 

“/pos = positive / used when saying something and meaning it in a positive way / “omg im gonna cry /pos”, implied they’re crying for a happy reason”, 

“/neg = negative / used when saying something and meaning it in a negative way / “omg im gonna cry /neg”, implied they’re crying for an upsetting reason”, and 

“/neu = neutral / used to show that what you’re saying is neutral or that you feel indifferent about it / “yeah i don’t care man do what you want /neu”, you don’t care about something but not in a mean or a negative way, you’re just indifferent”.

on a final note, HERE is a list of tone tags both in english and in other languages ( namely italian, spanish, portuguese, french, polish, german, lithuanian, serbian, dutch, indonesian, romanian, bulgarian, russian, hebrew, japanese, mandarin and korean !! ) and HERE are the list of sources about the content of tone tags !! i wish everyone reading this a lovely day !!