#Stole from prev (bestie)

[yeetus-feetus]

👀 hey uh, fic idea from my bestie for anyone who's interested.

We've had an ongoing discussion about how Tim would usually be on blockers that cover his scent (and considerably dulls his heat to easily managed tummy cramps). Anyways because Robin has to be an alpha (because the prev robins were alphas).

Heads up, most of the bats know. Jason doesn't because he was dead, and when he came back he's only ever known Tim as the alpha who replaced him and stole his territory. (He's been working on it tho, he knows Tim isn't a threat now. It's been a very long time since the Titans Tower Incident™.)

But Tim somehow gets hit by an airborne toxin from some villain (because it's Gotham) that has a side effect of cancelling out his blockers and stops them from working. Except, Tim doesn't know this because it's a delayed effect.

So Tim is taking his blocker meds everyday, unbeknownst to the fact they're no longer working and his scent is coming through more and more everyday. Thing is, nobody's really noticed, Bruce and Alfred are betas (can only smell the much stronger A/O scents), Dick's in Blüdhaven, and Tim's been too busy to catch up with the girls or visit his old YJ buddies. And, well, Jason can't smell anything- not that anyone else other than Dick and Cassandra actually know that (Dick because he found out on a team-up where there was a glass leak, and Cassandra because, well y'know).

Fast-forward maybe 4 or 5 days and the side effects of his blockers not working finally catch up to him. (Just so you know going off your blockers cold turkey without very slowly easing off triggers a really intense heat- or rut, that lasts longer than usual because of hormone imbalance. Basically the whole body is going "what the fuck!?" and needs to catch up to restabilize).

Tim wakes up with tummy cramps, a little more intense than usual, but still manageable. He goes on patrol, but the cramping gets worse and worse, his forehead feels hot, and he thinks he must be coming down with something until the smell hits him-- suddenly it clicks and he realizes he's in pre-heat, rapidly approaching a full heat way too soon.

He can feel the sweat beginning to build up and trickle down his neck, the cramps are making him want to curl in on himself. Except he's on rooftop, alone, in the middle of Gotham. So he can't exactly do that right now. The only hideout close enough is 10 minutes away, but last he's heard, Jason had started crashing there.

Tim thinks fuck it and decides that's his best bet, definitely because he knows Bruce is busy with a case on the other side of the city, and not because he knows Jason smells like freshly-washed warm blankets and a gentle pinewood fire; both things he knows will make his cramps feel better. Warm. Warm things always ease the cramps away.

Tim is only just now realising how cold it is outside, and he shivers in spite of the sweat beading on his skin and clinging to his hair.

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Anyways Tim goes to Jason, finds out Jay can't smell him. ("You can't smell that?" "No? What is it? It's not another gas leak situation again is it?" "What?... No it's- ..." "It's what?" "You stink, have you showered recently?")

Basically Tim finds out Jason can't smell anything and lies to Jason, telling him he has a fever and must be coming down with something. Jay makes Tim warm suit and lets him borrow some clothes, letting him sleep on the couch for the night.

But Jason wakes up cold to find Tim stole all his blankets and burried into his side, fast asleep with his face nuzzled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, curled up and making small, quiet sounds of pain.

Jason is confused, but feels his forehead with a frown. Tim is burning up. Whatever but he's caught that's causing this fever must be serious. He gets up carefully, careful not to disturb him or wake the poor guy up.

He goes into the kitchen to get some ibuprofen, heat up some soup, and get a pot of coffee ready. Depending on how Tim is when he wakes up, Jason is considering calling Alfred. He's not about to babysit a sick Robin for the Bat and risk catching whatever he's got too.

But then he hears loud whining coming from the bedroom, a muffled "Jason!". It sounds like Tim's in pain, like he might even start crying, and Jason rushes back to the room. Only to freeze in the doorway.

Tim has untangled from all the blankets and somehow lost his clothes, rolled into the warm spot where he was laying before Jason got up, nuzzled into his pillow and is squirming against the sheets. Next to him, where he had been laying before Jason left, is a wet patch that looks...

"Tim, what-?"

"Jason! Need you!" Tim whines. "Please it's too hot, it hurts, Jason", he sobs as he calls his name.

"shit Tim is this- are you? You're an omega!?" Jason feels like his worldview just got tipped upsidedown.

Tim whines again and lifts his ass into the air, face down in the pillows that smell like alpha. Warm. Safe. Jason. "Yeah. Yes. Catch up already." Another whimper of pain. "In heat. Need your knot. Now. Please. Jason!"

"fuck, Tim I don't-"

"please. Need you. Promise I'm in a- shit- right enough mind to consent. Please, Jason", Tim pleads.

Jason takes two steps forward then swallows. "Are- are you sure Tim? I don't want to hurt you-"

"oh for fucks sake! Jason please. Knot me, don't make me beg for it even more. If you could smell me right now you'd already be inside m- oh fuck. Alpha please, I need it!"

"shit babybird, I don't need to smell you". Jason leans over the bed and gets up behind him, getting a better view of his needy hole and glistening slick-wet thighs. "Just look at you", he rumbles, low in his chest.

It makes Tim shiver, another gush of slick slides down his thighs. Jason runs his hands through the slick and let's himself growl at the sight, a sound that makes Tim heat up from the inside out, like his gut is pooling with hot magma ready to erupt. Or maybe he'll just explode, because Jason still isn't inside him yet.

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to be continued ( I guess. Idk if I'll actually come back to this or fix it up to be a proper fic. Me and my bestie will just keep daydreaming about it lol)

[italiantnea]

#3-2_takatomo_miyuki/ the inaudible voice, collected

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“What happened today?” mom asks me. Before that, dad asked me every day. It was a habit from when I was quite young. From before I could remember. After getting to middle school, I started replying, “it was normal.”

“‘Normal’?”, mom says, unsatisfied. “Wasn't there something good, something that made you mad, anything?”

If something good did happen then something bad happened as well, but all of that was included in, well, normal?

That’s pretty much how I felt, every day.

“Then, was today a good day for you, Miyu?” mom tries to confirm.

It’s a pain, so I reply, “It was a good day.”

But, when did it start again?

As the words “It was a good day” come out of my mouth, my chest aches, and it becomes hard to breathe.

I mean, it hadn't been a good day at all.

When did it all start to go wrong?

When I first felt something was weird—

That’s right.

“Hey, did you take my mechanical pencil by mistake?”

As Nagisa said that, I remember thinking, ‘Eh?’

Murahama Nagisa had been in my class in first year, and we got along well after second year too. Just in case, I checked in my desk drawer and pencil case, but Nagisa’s mechanical pencil was nowhere to be found. “Hm, I liked that one though…” Nagisa muttered, and I remember feeling off at her unwillingness to accept it.

After that, things got a little strained between us.

Nagisa, Shimomaeda Yoriko, Kon Chiami and me; the four of us were fairly often together. At the end of the day, it was just fairly often, though. I don't deal well with moving in a group. The feeling of always having to be with a fixed group… how’d you put it. I felt a little suffocated at times. If there was someone outside the group I got along with or found interesting, I wanted to talk with them normally. And I did that, often.

After the incident with the mechanical pencil, Nagisa became high-strung. Even though she hadn't been that kind of person. She would be strangely nervous, or feel unwell in the mornings, and go to the infirmary. Yoriko and Chiami were mostly worried about Nagisa. I was worried, but I guess I didn't say much about it? Everyone had days where they felt unwell or were in a bad mood. Rather than reading too much into it or imposing your kindness on them, wasn't it better to leave them be?

In truth, after a while, Nagisa went back to the regular old Nagisa. Nagisa did.

Next, Yoriko started acting on edge.

I’d gotten to know Yoriko after starting second year, so we weren't well acquainted. Apparently Yoriko and Nagisa had gone to the same kindergarten and primary school. Yoriko would jokingly say, “Besties! We might be besties?” But I didn't get along well with Yoriko. I didn't hate her, but I didn't particularly like her that much. It was just, you know? Yoriko would use coarse language, so I was scared of her sometimes.

“Naw, seriously, it’s gone. I forgot it again. That’s weird, man. I forget it this often? Ain’t I forgetting it a bit too much?”

Countless times, I’d hear her say something like that while rummaging through her desk.

“...I mean, seriously, didn't it get stolen? Someone stole it. I’ve lost one too. Seriously, not funny. I mean, I lose things a bunch though. But f’real though, this is not a joke. Mama’s gonna be mad at me again. What a shock…”

Nagisa and Chiami would laugh and pacify Yoriko, but I didn't feel like getting close. Yoriko was a messy person, and she forgot things a lot. To say someone had stolen it, or whatever. Even if it was in the heat of the moment, there’s things you can and can't say. That truly was not something to joke about.

I just thought, “It’s kind of weird…”

Yoriko’s complexion looked unwell. Her skin was chapped. She would say her stomach hurt and not come out of the toilet, and leave school early.

It was weird… wasn't it?

It was just a feeling, but somehow I knew. Something was off.

I mean, no matter what happened, Chiami was the same as usual.

Every day, Chiami was cheerful. In the mornings, during break time, during lunch break, after school… without fail she would speak to Nagisa and Yoriko and chat about something—I’d sometimes be present for that part though—she’d laugh at anything, and text us frequently, and when you didn't respond the next day she’d laugh and say “Eeeh, why didn't you respond…” She didn't seem to be mad, but to me it felt like a subtle pressure.

Though…it wasn't like I hated her. I didn't think she was a bad kid. I mean, it was just a little difficult to be around her. Chiami and Nagisa got along well, so I just went with the flow and hung out with them. I was already friends with Nagisa anyway; if that hadn't been the case I might not have become friends with Chiami.

I don't think Chiami is a bad kid.

No matter if it was Nagisa, or Yoriko, or me, if anything happened, the first one to notice was Chiami. She had a sharp eye, or, well, she was nice, I thought.

 “Tell me anything” was Chiami’s catchphrase. But I felt somewhat uneasy about that stuff. I’d tell her if I wanted to tell her anyway. If I didn't say that meant I didn't want to say, so I wanted them to leave it.

 Nagisa and Yoriko were also bombarded with Chiami’s “Tell me anything.” ...Weren't they annoyed?

But in the end, the two of them may have really ‘told her anything’. Unlike me.

I didn't say a thing.

My phone disappeared. It was a hand-me-down from mom. An old i-Phone. When I got to school in the morning, I checked my messages and the weather forecast once. Then I put it in my bag. When I tried to find it during lunch break, it was gone. I was frantic. It couldn't have disappeared. As I looked for it, Chiami asked, “What’s wrong?”, and I replied, “It’s nothing.”

“Really?” Chiami didn't seem satisfied with that, as if she already knew. The fact that my i-Phone had disappeared.

Then came Chiami’s habitual line.

“You can tell me anything.”

I didn't find my i-Phone. When I told mom, the i-Phone apparently had a location tracking feature, and we tried to use that to find it. However, maybe the power wasn't on; we couldn't find it after all.

Mom tried to contact the school. I didn't want it to become a big deal, so I stopped her.

“You’ll be without a smartphone for a while. You alright with that?” mom said.

I stood strong.

“It’s no big deal.”

The i-Phone was the beginning of it all.

I lost my belongings every few days.

An eraser, or a notebook, or a mechanical pencil.

I didn't tell anyone. Not Nagisa, or Yoriko, and of course, not Chiami either.

I had other people I got along with. I’d talk with the beautiful and cool Kihomi, the smart Kuze would teach me all kinds of things, and Rindou Takaya, who’d declared he wanted to become an entertainer, was pretty fun too. Masamune, who got carried away easily, had gotten the wrong idea after we talked a lot in first year, and confessed to me. I turned him down with a bad taste in my mouth, but now when he messes with me I can reply normally. Shiratama-san was in the same class as me in first year, and just looking at her was a feast for the eyes. She’d sometimes come talk to me even when she didn't need anything from me. I had lots of people to talk to.

But I didn't say anything.

When my pouch disappeared, I was pretty panicked though. That pouch contained stuff for that time of the month. I’d be in trouble if I didn't have it. More than just trouble. What should I do? Borrow from someone? No way. I’d have to go to the infirmary.

The second time I lost my pouch, the thought came suddenly to my head. Had it been the same with Yoriko? Yoriko had looked furious after all. Losing menstrual products was terrible. Should I ask Yoriko? After all this time. Yoriko would definitely “tell anything” to Chiami. It’d be bad if she passed the word on to Chiami.

I was suspicious. Wasn't it Chiami? Wasn't Chiami the one who was stealing things? Stealing my things, and secretly hiding them somewhere.

—For what reason?

I mean, how’d she even do it? It wasn't impossible to do it while changing classrooms I guess. I was being careful too. I’d started putting distance between me and Chiami. Even so, there were a lot of times where Nagisa, Yoriko, Chiami, and I were together. I was keeping an eye on Chiami.

Chiami probably wasn't stealing things. It wasn't the work of Chiami. She had no reason to do that either. She wasn't a bad kid. To be suspicious of a friend… was there something wrong with me?

But it was true that things were going missing.

When Masamune asked me, “Something up?”, I snapped.

“Hah? What?”

It was after that. As I walked down the school hallway alone, I heard a voice.

(Isn’t it weird?)

Who was it?

I was alone. There was no one around me. Were my ears playing tricks on me? Was I imagining it?

(It’s weird)

I heard it right by my ear. A small voice. It was a whisper. Without thinking, I asked, “Who?”

I wondered if there was someone nearby. As expected, there was no one. Near me, there was no one.

Far away, someone was laughing. At the front of year 2 class 3’s classroom, Masamune was making the class laugh.

“...Who?”

Who was speaking?

(It’s you.)

Even when I plugged my ears, (You’ve gone weird) said the voice. What was this voice? Whose was it? I didn't want to hear it. Even though there was no one around. Even though I was all alone.

“Who’s saying that? Who? ‘You’? Me? Who? What’s going on…”

I ran down the hallway. I rushed into the restroom and entered a stall. Even though I didn't use it, I flushed the toilet. I can't hear it. I shouldn't have been hearing it. I couldn't hear a voice at all. See? I can't hear it. I can't hear anything. At that moment, I couldn't hear anything.

At that moment.

When I went to change my shoes at the shoe box, there was only one indoor shoe left.

Again? I think. (Isn't it weird?) the voice says. Was it weird? I also thought so. Maybe I was going weird. (That’s right) the voice says.

(You’re weird.)

Nobody was to blame. It was my fault. I was to blame. I mean, I was hearing voices that shouldn't have been there. (You’re weird) the voice says. This was weird. I was weird. I’d gone weird. Was I weird? Was I?

I wasn't lying. They really were gone. My things were going missing. Who was doing it? Whose work was it? I didn't know who, but someone was doing it. (Isn't it because you’ve gone weird?) the voice says.

(You’re weird) “Weird.” (It’s your fault.) “My fault?”

Who was saying that?

This voice?

Who?

(The one to blame is—)

It whispers by my ear.

“Me?”

This voice was mine?

“—Me.”

“Is it my fault……?”

I was tired. I didn't tell anyone though. If I let my guard down, Chiami would say, “Tell me anything.” There was no way I could tell her, was there? “Thanks.”, “Mm.”, “Right.” I would answer halfheartedly. Thanks to that I was tired.

I couldn't do it anymore.

I was at my limit.

Whenever something bad happened, I’d go to a high place. Before I’d moved, the roof of our apartment had been a place I liked. Other than that, the roof of the department store in front of the train station. I liked ferris wheels too. The big ferris wheel at the amusement park I’d visited during summer break in primary school. When I said that at school, Masamune had said “Eeeh, I’m afraid of heights.” What was there to be afraid of? I didn't understand. I’d gone to the roof of the department store alone countless times. Looking through the gaps of the fence, I wasn't the tiniest bit scared. Even so, I didn't have the courage to climb up the fence. If someone saw me they would think I was weird. They might try to stop me. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I just wanted to feel better.

It was in the middle of class. I didn't hear the voice. It was quiet. The teacher was saying something. But it was quiet. Too quiet. I became uneasy. I looked in my desk drawer. At times like these, things would disappear. My fingers brushed against something. Something hard. I closed my hands around it. A key? I took it out of my desk and sure enough, it was a key. ‘Roof’ was written on the key tag.

What was this? The key to the roof? Why was something like this here? In my desk?

The roof. I liked high places. The key. The door to the roof was locked. I knew that. I’d talked to my friends about wanting to go on to the roof. I’d tried to go on to the roof too. But the entrance to the roof had been locked. The key. The key to the roof was right here.

I stood up. I see. I thought.

“Hm? What’s wrong, Takatomo? —Takatomo…?”

The teacher was saying something. That wasn't the point. I could go. This was telling me to go. I had to go.

“Takatomo-san.”

Another voice calls out to me. I confirmed whose voice it was. Shiratama-san. Shiratama-san was approaching. I began to tremble.

“D-don't come!”

As I yelled, many voices closed in on me. Shut up. Stop it. I clutched my head in my hands. The voices didn't stop.

“I can't do it anymore……!”

I had to run. I had to get away from here, or I would break. Maybe I had already broken. Maybe I’d broken a long time ago. I didn't want to think that I’d broken. I ran. In truth, I’d been scrambling to get away for a long time.

I gripped the key to the roof tightly and ran all over the place. When it seemed like someone had spotted me, I took off in a run. I hid in the restrooms and in the storage cabinets under the stairs too. I was stalling. I didn't know what to do. In that case, I just had to do that.

And so I did.

I climbed up the stairs, stuck the key in the keyhole and turned. The door opened, and I finally came to the place I was supposed to come. The wind felt good. The fact it felt good made me happy. I felt like I was about to cry.

I walked from one corner of the roof to another, taking deep breaths. Around the perimeter were low walls. I climbed on top of them, and stretched once.

“What happened today?” I felt like mom was asking me. I couldn't answer. Then, my mother presses on. “Was today a good day for you, Miyu?”

“Not at all.”

I shake my head.

“It wasn't a good day. I’m sorry, mom.”

I’m sorry for telling lies all the time. I'm sorry for not being a good girl. I have to apologize to dad as well. I want to apologize to Shiratama-san too. Even though you tried to stop me. Sorry.

As I gazed down to the courtyard, there were people there. Otogiri-kun, from my class, and the janitor Haizaki-san.

Oh well. I can’t do it anymore.

I leaned my body forward. I wasn't scared. That was a lie. I was actually a little scared. I closed my eyes. Immediately, there was a loud sound.

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[liauditore]

prev tags romeo u JOKE but this has been smth rotating in my head for the longest time its spinning spinning spinning oops u gave me a reason to talk about it No Escape Now

unhinged liau under the cut be warned (some toxic!fh but not that bad. not even toxic but like mildly not perfect)

OK SO LIKE,,, scott would totally want jimmy to dress better because jimmy spends all his time wearing his old ass crusty captain america hoodie and jeans and eugGh.

He'd try to be nice about it like "Jimmy.. bestie no one will take you seriously if you dress like you're hungover all the time" and Jimmy would be like "but. but it's comfy 🥺🥺" and refuse to change out of it. Yes it's stained and the colours are faded and it's honestly just really ugly but it's soft and warm and reminds Jimmy of home.

Scott eventually relents and rolls his eyes and is like Whatever.

But then come Double Life and Jimmy just doesn't know what to do with himself because oh gosh um. Soulmates? That has to be Scott, right? Who else would put up with him?

So he, in Jimmy fashion, whips up an outfit that looks exactly like Scott's because in his mind something Scott would think is fashionable = something Scott himself is wearing. Hence the blue jacket + rolled up sleeves combo he's been rocking since then. (idk i just can't get over how it looks like he literally stole scotts jacket lmao)

(side note this is where i was trying to distinguish their outfits when i draw them - scott's jacket is more like a blazer and fitted whereas jimmy's is just an oversized unbuttoned shirt. put together vs thrown together)

It's silly but it's his way of showing scott that he IS good enough, he IS making an effort!!

ofc then ranchers happened and i was happy 👍

I don't think he really bothered with Pearl except maybe he got her some hair clips or something and she treasured them (in my headcanons scott was like.. her first friend ever so it was a big deal). She knows how to dress herself well enough on her own. If they were like Going somewhere together he might ask her to put on something nicer than j o r t s but this is a death game so.

this is totally just cus i like harumuu from milgram who are very scott and pearl coded in my brain and they did the hair clip thing lmao

I do think tho that she would be kind of weirdly okay with being covered in dirt/blood and Scott would have to chase her down with a garden hose from time to time.

And Martyn is Martyn.

Cleo is like.. the only teammate he's ever had that hasn't given him a headache in that department lol.

This is a Martyn expression. I swear

romeo ur so right

i have this weird headcanon that mahtyn's... more cleavage-y outfit in limlife was scott's handiwork. in my head mahtyn's the type to wear nothing but anime merch and track pants and hand-me-downs and scott couldn't stand it anymore. ("you have a nice figure, show it off!")

martyn wasn't a fan of it at first but it grew on him pretty fast.

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.1

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Recreational Drug Use

MASTERLIST

SLEEPOVERS AND CATCHING UP

“Sorry for cutting in on your appointment Inasa.” Y/n mumbled, taking a pull of the joint between her lips. The bald man shrugged, reaching out to take it from her and taking an inhale himself. “It’s not a big deal. He’ll be back to finish it. Keigo’s one of my steadiest clients.” Y/n simply grunted, eyes looking over at Izuku. “That bruise is gonna smart if you don’t ice it.” She lectured, nudging him with his foot. Izuku let out a scoff, rolling the dice and moving his piece on the board. “That’s not even the worst hit Kachan’s ever done.” “That’s the elusive childhood bestie Kachan?!” Y/n shrieked, leaning her head against Momo’s knees. “Yep, and as pretty as you find him, he’s off limits to you.” Shoto grunted, giving her a glare.

Y/n only snorted, rolling her eyes as she stole the joint from Inasa and took another hit, passing it off to Momo. “I don’t go for blondes anymore remember?” She scoffed, reaching out to kick her foot at the obnoxious Todoroki. “Your brother isn’t a blonde though, so maybe I’ll have to say hi to him.” She teased, giggling as Inasa and Izuku growled. “Let the woman live.” Momo sighed, blowing smoke above her head. “I’d set you up with Shinsou, but he’s kind of a dick and you’re my best girl.” Y/n only smiled, patting her friends knee as she reached out to grab her cup. “Thanks but no thanks. I’m not interested in dating, and I’m not interested in frat bros.”

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The frat house was booming, as Katsuki tipped back his bottle to chug the rest of his drink. Shinsou stood next to him, cup ready to pass over, eyes scanning the crowd. Behind them, Dabi and Keigo made their way down the stairs, smiling coyly as they waved two women off, grinning as they watched them limp. “Fucking nasty.” Katsuki grunted, giving Dabi a shit eating grin. The man could only shrug, reaching out to take the cup in Shinsou’s head and downing it in one gulp. Keigo leaned over, head settled on Shinsou’s shoulder as he looked where the purple man’s eyes were set. “They’re pretty.” he mused, watching as the two girls in front of them giggled and whispered, pointing between Shinsou and Katsuki. “They are.” Shinsou mused, taking another sip. “But I’m not really sure if I’m in the mood.” Katsuki scoffed, setting his empty bottle down and shoving his hands in his pockets. “You’ve got a few seconds to figure it out, because I’m going over there and we’re getting fucking laid.” He grunted, flipping Shinsou the finger and plastering his best panty dropping smile. 

Keigo and Dabi grinned, bumping fists and moving to the dance floor, determined to find another body to warm their bed and party for hours to come.

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[quidfree]

just screamed over your fem todobaku it was endlessly entertaining and I’m sure to be rereading it every two weeks from now on... the way katsuki pieces things together and the absurd setting is everything I wanted and more TT!!! For prompts.. tdbk’s relationship in the eyes of their classmates? That moment in a prev fic where momo is like yeah I’m with jirou now 🤗n then tdrk goes oh me too but w bkg is forever embedded into my brain lmfaooo like what does everyone make of this insane pair

pftttttt glad it fulfilled your expectations anon i love writing half-serious todobaku pieces where they are still 50/50 strategic geniuses and emotional morons as per canon but the setting is increasingly absurd. i don't know what the context was for giant deku in that sketch but the visual was too good. date-crasher deku at it again.

as for ur prompt i do love the concept bc i live for third party pov content but i would find it v hard to get done in the prompt format bc 1) honestly a lot of the 1A students (etc) don’t have very defined personalities lol and 2) when it comes to those who do i have too much to say to do this in an hour. however i can give you some bulletpoint summaries of the BNOCs (and if you have any specific niche classmates whose take you want do let me know). with that being said...

kirishima: forever and always a supportive bestie and thus leader of the todobaku fanclub. i mean just read my fic yknow. 1000% called it on bakugous side first (and/or bakugou told him) and has been enthusiastically supportive ever since. hes a big ol romantic really and also unironically thinks todobaku is the manliest of pairings (and totally made for each other, bro!!) so hes beyond stoked when they do get together. hes one of their most comfy third wheels bc he and bakugou r very close and he and todoroki r also good friends so no one is like on uncomfortable/uneven footing and hes unfazed by the ups and downs of their relationship bc hes used to both of their antics. the secret-keeper.

i don’t have enough separate intel on the rest of the bakusquad but they’re 1) completely thrown by the revelation that after years of wheedling and trying to set bakugou up into surprise dates he is not in fact ‘work-sexual’, and to top this off is actually into todoroki of all people 2) obnoxiously supportive, as you would expect. secretly they’re all kind of defensive of bakugou’s fragile heart (citation needed) and so nervous about how the whole thing is gonna work out but when it becomes apparent todoroki does not have better sense they relax and just become excessively nosy. like to complain that bakugou and todoroki weren’t content dominating their year academically and professionally they also had to steal out 2 of the country’s most eligible bachelors, the selfish bastards.

camie: second leader of the todobaku fanclub, idc. clocks it ahead of literally anyone else in their friend group bc she just, like, got that vibe, you know? theres a multitude of equally blunt and inappropriate ways in which she addresses this vibe (calling them out in person when theyre years away from it, trying to not especially artfully orchestrate a get-together, etc) and they are all very unsuccessful. shes ‘lowkey mad bakugou stole her potential man’ but ‘finders keepers’ so once they’re past that she’s all for it since she correctly thinks they r freaks best suited to e/o and also honestly probably thinks bl is cute or something. todoroki and bakugou both endure her encouragement very long-sufferingly. big double dater energy.

yaoyorozu: not at all in the first to clock gang, bc honestly the idea she has of todoroki is still a lil idealized/inaccurate and certainly does not involve dating bakugou; the initial reveal is inevitably delivered very casually to her as she scrambles for a polite reaction. she’s kind of wary of the whole thing at face value but close scrutiny leads her to conclude they’re actually not-terrible together. upon reaching this conclusion she begins making earnest overtures towards a very confused bakugou bc she figures she may as well make the effort to get to know him better. i always hc her as having had a crush of some variety on todoroki at some point so theres probs a bit of wistfulness involved and also a far larger ‘nvm dodged that bullet’ energy bc todobaku r romantically a mess and a half. to her despair she is extremely weak to camie’s todobaku gossip.

uraraka: to everyone’s vague bewilderment, a secret todobaku stan from the get-go. you could say this is bc it leaves deku solidly open but honestly she just has similarly odd friendships with todoroki and bakugou and it’s like a persistent guilty thought of hers that they’re kind of well-suited somehow. she often tells todoroki he can do better just to wind bakugou up but would be the first to take bakugou’s side if he actually did. she really enjoys them together bc she finds somehow they’re easier to tease- it humanizes them both further to be weak to dumb emotions. she plays counsellor sometimes but like subtly bc she knows better than to give outright advice.

iida: completely blindsided by the information, also spends several months in the grips of insomnia convinced that both their friend group and japan are doomed given the inevitable dramatic breakup. then he spends a singular day hanging around them at work or something and realises that his imagined version of them as a couple was in fact completely off-base bc they’re just overly intense workaholics who are too single-focused to ever bother splitting up. also top 1 most likely friend to launch into a completely sincere defense of them and their relationship in response to like the laziest off-color paparazzi bait comment.

midoriya: where to begin honestly. he def gets weird vibes from them throughout the whole usual melodrama but 200% does not come to the right conclusions. when he finally gets the news broken to him (never gently) his brain breaks a little. it’s mainly the bakugou element bc kacchan is.. kacchan and like.. not necessarily fundamentally someone midoriya has ever imagined harboring human interest in another living person. also todoroki in a parallel way has always struck him as resoundingly disinterested in relationships mainly bc hes kind of above them. of course once he sets to theorising he can connect some dots to bakugous various jealousies over the years and also todorokis pretty open staring and wow he is not very good at connecting dots actually. anyways once he recovers from the shock i think theres a variety of ways in which he takes it bc honestly it is very weird that his best friend and his .. closest friend (?) who have always primarily interacted through or due to him now have this competing private relationship. regardless obv he is intensely supportive in like, the typical kind of overbearing midoriya way. i sometimes make it so its just one of those things that everyones cool with but also the details will always be something midoriya and bakugou do not want midoriya to know bc Awkward, vs other times i make him super cool w it to the extent that hes just overenthusiastic and todorokis all oh. sure. thanks :) while bakugou loses his shit. he does genuinely think they’re a really good fit upon reflexion, and since he’s best suited to knowing why he’s p much always correct in his assessments. its one of those things where each duo in the trio has the capacity of playing up the subject matter to the third party’s detriment, tho when todoroki is the third party he’s less embarrassed by bakudeku’s todobaku discourse and more enduring their various bizarre friendship rituals + the serious physical damage they usually precede.

also aizawa clocks them first and is like oh god please no this is going to take at least 5 years to implode and will age me 10 years in the process

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Lockscreens (ch. 3)

tw: Implied drinking

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

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ch 3: No new notifications (13 weeks)

“Cheers! To the best, most hard-working Manager I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, who is doing a kickass job in her life. This is all for you, bestie!” Kuroo pointed at her, brandishing his red solo cup. The room broke into cheers as she began to glow cherry-red. She glanced down to the phone in her hand. No new notifications. 

“Congratulations (Name)!” Yaku grinned, tapping his cup against hers. She tucked her phone back into her pocket as she took a sip of the sparkling apple cider.

Kai stood beside her, elbowing her slightly. “We always knew you could do it.” 

“He’s so embarrassing,” she huffed, cheeks puffing up. Kuroo walked over, pushing her cheeks together. His own glowed like fresh-picked strawberries.

“You look so adorable kitten~!” She playfully nipped at his fingers, causing him to pull them back and wag his finger at her. “Is that really any way to treat your bestest friend who planned this party for you?” They stood side-by-side as they surveyed the scene. Kuroo had gone all out. He’d ordered food and had even helped prepare curry prior to the party while she had made the gyoza. Her house was filled with familiar faces. Her heart glowed, recognising all the members from the Nekoma team from her third-year. Even senpais who had graduated two years before had stopped by. Here and there were familiar faces from other teams like Sugawara from Karasuno, Konoha from Fukurodani, and even some of her classmates from university. 

By the entrance, a large white poster was tacked to the wall serving as a backdrop. On it was “Congratulations (Name)!” with markers were provided for party-guests to leave heart-felt messages. The pop of another champagne bottle being opened caught their attention. White and gold streamers decorated the walls. Balloons were center-pieces at all the various tables. Her heart clenched, an all-too familiar jersey and face popping into her mind. 

“Congratulations Kou!” She squealed, jumping into her boyfriend’s arms. Bokuto beamed, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Congratulations to you too, babe!” He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers. She giggled, pulling back and straightening out his tie. 

“I can’t believe we’re finally finished,” (Name) smiled, turning her body so that her back was against Bokuto’s chest while they surveyed the room. All around were various former third-years of Fukurodani and Nekoma. Nekoma’s graduation ceremony had been yesterday whereas Fukurodani’s ceremony had been that day. 

“Finally finished, but still stuck together,” Kuroo appeared, looming over their shoulders with a smirk on his face.

“It’ll be a new adventure,” she protested, glaring at the male. 

“Oi, Kuroo, leave the love-birds alone,” Yaku scolded, holding two red solo cups. Yaku handed her a cup. “Cheers guys!” They all cheered, their cups tapping together. 

“To another four years with my babies,” she smiled affectionately, letting her head rest against Bokuto’s chest. 

“I guess I’ll sacrifice another four years taking care of you children,” Kuroo teased. She rolled her eyes, feeling Bokuto’s warm breath on her ear.

“To four years of university, and then a lifetime beside the girl who stole my heart all those years ago,” he whispered. (Name) flushed pink, only for a scarlet glow to overtake her when Bokuto pressed a sloppy kiss onto her cheek. “Let’s party!” He cheered, pulling away and chugging the rest of his beer.

She glanced down to her phone. No new notifications. All that stared back at her was the picture of some cute dog she pulled off of the internet. Nimble fingers plucked the phone from her grasps. “Hey!” She protested, hands reaching up to try and grab it. 

“This is your party!” He gestured to the room. “All of these people gathered here to celebrate this accomplishment with you.” He sent her a soft look, cupping her cheeks before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “You can have your phone back later, okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she pouted, pushing his hands off of her face. 

Kuroo pushed her towards Kai and Yaku before he walked away, joining Kenma in the corner. “You and Kuroo seem closer than ever,” Yaku commented, shooting the girl a sly look. “Did something happen?” The former libero eyed the rooster-headed male as he laughed. 

“Oh, let me help you with that Kenma!” (Name) called, putting down the water bottles as she made her way over to the first year setter. Kenma’s face turned as he avoided direct eye-contact, focusing on the ball he was wiping down. She stood beside him, grabbing a towel to wipe another. Her perky voice carried through the emptying gym. Hazel eyes followed them, a smile proudly displayed on his face. Yaku and Kai exchanged looks, a smirk creeping on Yaku’s face. The second years entered the locker-room, following the rooster-headed male.

“God I’m so happy right now.”

“Oh really, what’s going on now Kuroo?” Kai inquired, sending the male a sly look.

“Does it have anything to do with (Name)?” Yaku teased.

“No!” Kuroo pouted. “Maybe.” He took off his shirt, grabbing a different one from his bag. “I’m just happy that she and Kenma get along, okay?” 

“Don’t they usually hangout anyways?” Kai raised his eyebrows.

“Is that all that makes you happy about her?” 

“Well I mean...isn’t that good? Isn’t it a good thing my best friends get along together?” Kuroo smirked. “I don’t see you having any best friends, Yaku, so I guess you can’t relate there.” Yaku’s face crossed into anger, as he rolled his shirt sleeve up. 

“Hey, don’t start fighting here,” Kai warned, tugging his own shirt down. 

“He started it!” Yaku scowled.

“Well, I’m ending it.” 

There was a knock at the door. “Kuroo? Are you still in there?” 

Kuroo was holding his hand against Yaku’s forehead, preventing his movements. “Yeah!”

“Hurry up, rooster-head. I gotta get home and get started on my paper!” 

“Coming!” Kuroo pushed Yaku back, throwing his bag over his shoulder as he ran out, tripping slightly. The boys exchanged looks.

“He’s so whipped.” 

Kai grunted in agreement. 

“Something like that.” They all turned to look at the pair of best friends.

“What happened to Bokuto?” Kai asked, his eyebrows raised. 

(Name) turned to look at them, her eyes dimming. “He uh...he left, I guess.” She cleared her throat. “He went to go pro and left me behind.” She shrugged. Another sip.

“That owl-haired idiot,” Yaku scowled. “You guys seemed so in love though.” 

“Didn’t you choose your major because of him?”

“We were and yeah, kinda.” Kuroo’s eyes met hers from across the room, and he sent her a cheeky smile. “But sometimes, you gotta let go of the people you love so that they can fly to their highest.” The group drank, Kai and Yaku exchanged looks at her sorrowful expression. “Besides! I love being a recreational therapist anyways.” 

“Are you planning on getting a doctorate? I know you mentioned wanting to do physical therapy sometime.”

She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s in the cards for me right now, but maybe sometime down the line.” A hand subconsciously settled onto her stomach. In turn, she asked them about their post-graduation plans and they soon fell into an easy conversation. 

After a few hours, the party began to wind down. People left, the food and alcohol had long been consumed. “Thank you for having us!” Yaku waved as he and Kai left. (Name) had been bent over the kitchen counter, picking up the empty cups and dirty plates that littered it. She waved at the duo before the door snapped shut behind them.

“Thank god that’s over with,” she said as she went back to cleaning. Another glance at the phone on the table. No new notifications. She bit back her sigh. At this point, she shouldn’t have even been surprised. 

Kuroo’s annoying laugh echoed in the house as he began cleaning the table. He eyed the decorations. “How about we leave the decorations up for a bit? There’s no harm in celebrating a little longer.” 

She rolled her eyes. “You’re just too tired to clean up.”

He walked around the island, wiping down the cleared counter. “That and you need rest,” he chided. A light hand pressed against her lower back. “Go shower and get ready for bed. I’ll take care of this.” A chaste forehead kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut at the searing contact. 

She let out a long sigh, a hand on her stomach, a slight bump meeting it. “Only because my feet and back are killing me,” she acknowledged. She leaned up, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Thanks rooster-head.” Ignoring his cry of indignation, she headed to the bathroom. By the time she was finished, Kuroo was sprawled onto her bed. “I don’t remember giving you permission to sleepover,” she remarked, leaning against the doorway as she towel-dried her hair.

“And I don’t remember getting a thank you for today. I guess we’re both missing something now aren’t we?” His snarky reply had her balling up and throwing the damp towel on his face. Kuroo whipped it off, complaining loudly. She walked over, crawling towards Kuroo to hover over him.

“Thank you for the party.” His eyes gleamed as he tapped his cheek. 

“I think you missed something here.” 

“Kuroo!” She warned, and he threw his head back in a good-natured laugh. 

“Down, kitten,” he teased. “No need to get your claws out.” He gently eased her off of him onto the bed. “I’m gonna shower and I’ll be right back for cuddles.” She scowled, throwing a pillow at him.

“Don’t even think about it Kuroo!” He cackled as the pillow bounced off the door. She stretched slightly before she relaxed onto her side. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she slipped into the abyss. 

****

Nearly 300 miles away, a muscular male was just clambering into bed. His phone vibrated, lighting up. 

Konoha: Missed you at (Name)’s grad party! Hope you’re having fun with the pros 🙄😜

Gold eyes widened as he opened his calendar. He cursed. (Name) had finished university last week, and he hadn’t even sent her anything! Setting a silent reminder to send her a gift in the morning, he quickly drafted a text.

Bokuto: Congratulations baby! I’m so proud of you 💖 Can’t wait to see you soon!

He tossed his phone onto the nightstand and laid on his back. His muscles were extra sore that day, practice had run three hours over due to an interview that had predated it. He closed his eyes as his breathing deepened. The wing-spiker didn’t notice the error message that popped up on his phone as he fell asleep. Nor did he notice that his phone wasn’t plugged in.

****

(A week later. Name is 14 weeks along)

Stepping into the comfort of her home, (Name) let out a sigh of relief. It had been nerve-wracking, going to the clinic alone. She threw her purse onto her couch, plopping down next to it. Glancing down at her phone, she realized she had probably an hour before Kuroo would be coming over. At the thought of her friend, her heart skipped a beat. A hand settled on her stomach again as she slipped in her thoughts. Feeling the bump, seeing the doctor….it was all so real. She really was having a baby. She was having Bokuto’s baby. Her fingers played with her phone. Should she…? A thumb hovered over his contact. (Name) gnawed on her bottom lip. She tapped on their messages.

Last message sent:

[Name]: Hi baby! I hope you’re having fun at your training camps 💞 Don’t forget to eat and drink water. I love you. Read: 1 month ago.

(Name) shook her head. There was no point in texting him if he wasn’t going to respond to her. She sighed, startled out of her thoughts as her stomach gurgled. “Ooh, I’m sorry baby. Gimme a sec.” She stood up, making her way to her kitchen. Opening the door to her fridge, she was greeted to the sight of prepared bentos. “Oh, Kuroo,” she sighed affectionately, taking the top box out. A sticky note was tacked onto it. ‘Figured you might be too busy to make food. Enjoy! -Kuroo’. Popping the lid open, she was greeted to rice, a fried egg, sliced chicken breast, and spinach. Placing it in the microwave, she pulled out her phone to send a text. 

[Name]: Thank you for the bentos! It looks delicious

Rooster-head: Anything for you, dear 😼 See you soon!

The microwave beeped, calling her attention. She sat at her table, whispering a quick, “thank you for the meal,” before she started scrolling through social media. As she placed the empty container into the sink, there was a knock at the door. Briskly patting her hands dry on the towel, she opened the door.

“Howdy-do!” 

She rolled her eyes. “Hello to you too Kuroo. Do you have any other weird greetings for me?” He shrugged off his coat, throwing it over the back of the couch.

“I’m sorry, is ‘Honey, I’m home!’ more appropriate for you, princess?” 

“You’re insufferable.” He cackled, pulling her into a hug. 

“Eh, but you love me.”

“Do I really though?” She dead-panned, gently pushing him off. “Thanks for coming over, I really appreciate all the help you’ve been giving me.” He let her go, taking a step back.

Kuroo cracked his knuckles. “Don’t sweat it, I offered. Now, is everything already in the room?” 

“Yeah, I just need to get some last bits of furniture, and then it’ll be all set.” 

“Let’s get to painting then!” She stepped into the secondary bedroom, revealing a cloth-covered floor. “What color did you pick out?” 

(Name) popped open the lid for the bucket. “I liked this blue-grey colour. Figured I wanted something gender neutral.” 

“Makes sense.” He surveyed the walls. “Are you going to do a mural or something on the wall too?” Kuroo bent down, pouring a bit of paint into the tray. 

“Maybe? Might have to ask someone who’s more artistically inclined.” A hum in response.  

“How was the appointment, by the way?” 

She put her hair in a bun, pulling on a pair of stained overalls. “Good! The doctor just told me to have more DHA, protein, and to make sure to get sufficient rest.”

“I told you that you needed more docosahexaenoic acid.”

“Like I said, insufferable.” They stared at each other before bursting into laughter. 

Kuroo clapped his hands, rolling his shoulders back. “Well, the paint isn’t gonna get on the walls itself.” They rolled up their sleeves. “Let’s get to it.” The next hour was filled with laughter, their favorite songs blaring from the Bluetooth speakers that (Name) brought in. Just as they were about to jump into the chorus of (favorite song), the music died out and was replaced by a ringing noise. She raised a brow, laying the paint brush against the lid as she went to her phone. Her heart skipped a beat. Was it Bokuto? (Name) answered, taking the call off of Bluetooth.

“Hello, is this (L. Name, Name)?” 

Her brow furrowed. “Yes, this is she.”

“Excellent! My name is Kirishima Kayda, I’m with the Tokyo Office of Sports Medicine. I’m calling about the resume you submitted recently. Will you be free for an interview next week?” 

Her eyes widened, and she started smacking Kuroo’s arms as she bounced with excitement. “Oh my gosh, hi Ms. Kirishima, yes! I have open availability next week. When would you like me to come in?”

“How about Tuesday at 10 A.M.? I will send you an email with the interview confirmation and all other information you’ll need.”

“That sounds wonderful, thank you so much for your time.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you next week!” 

“What was that about?” Kuroo asked as she pulled the phone away from her ear.

“I just got an interview with the Tokyo Office of Sports Medicine!” She squealed, glowing with excitement. 

“Ooh, I’m so excited for you! Congratulations, kitten.” Kuroo pulled her into a hug, causing her to whine as splatters of paint transferred onto her clothes. “Now, help me finish getting this room ready.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she pouted, tucking her phone back into her overalls. After tucking some strands of hair back into the bun, she grabbed one of the brushes, flicking paint at the tall male. 

“Oi!” 

She giggled, ducking under his arms as he attempted to send a glob of paint at her. They began running around the room. More paint ended up on them rather than the actual walls as they played like children.

****

“Not that I care, but why the hell have you been checking your phone so much?” Bokuto jumped, his phone flying out of his hand and skidding across the ground. Sakusa stood in front of him, his arms in his pockets. 

“No reason!” Bokuto replied nervously, running over to pick his phone up. He winced at the cracked screen. “Aw man,” he whined. Bokuto had already been having issues with his phone for the past week or so. 

“Serves you right,” Sakusa rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we’re supposed to be practicing.” Bokuto let out a soft sigh as he walked back to his bag. Sakusa turned, heading towards the court while Bokuto dropped his phone into his bag. No new notifications. Every opportunity he had, he was racing back to his phone. No new notifications.

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Group Project Pt.4

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

Word Count: 760

Warnings: cursing, deceit, lashing out

Recap: Logan and Patton are on bad terms after Logan apparently says some regrettable things, according to Roman. Virgil finds out about the fight then lashes out at Roman. Roman messages a sssamantha, who is most likely responsible for the mess.

Summary: Patton tells Virgil about the fight, and Virgil gets mad. Logan confesses a couple of things. Roman has a confrontation.

A/N: Wow, I have been kicking in with the angst in high gear, haven’t I? It is all for a reason! I promise! We’ll be back to witty banter in a chapter or so. Also, if this chapter makes absolutely no sense, that is my fault so feel free to call me out on that.

hot-topic joined Friendship Party!! :).

hot-topic: let me back on the group project chat patton

hot-topic: we’re besties rightttt

hot-topic: patton come onnnnnnnn

pattoncakes joined Friendship Party!! :).

pattoncakes changed chat name to Friendship Party!! :(.

hot-topic: whoa

hot-topic: you ok?

pattoncakes uploaded an image.

pattoncakes: I had a fight with logan and I don’t know what to do

hot-topic sent a censored message.

pattoncakes: language, virge!

hot-topic: since when did you turn on curse censoring??

hot-topic: ah wait

hot-topic: right im supposed to be comforting you over the fight

hot-topic: hey if logan said those things then f u c k him

pattoncakes: virgil! cursing!!

pattoncakes: but, i think i might’ve jumped to conclusions, don’t you think?

pattoncakes: i just ruined everything for all of us didn’t i

pattoncakes: now how will we get the project done if i can’t talk to logan?

pattoncakes: i should apologize, shouldn’t i?

hot-topic: hell no

hot-topic: the things he said about the cheer squad and bake sales are unforgivable

hot-topic: i thought he actually liked you, too

hot-topic: but he’s just a jerk

hot-topic: don’t listen to him

pattoncakes: thanks, virgil

hot-topic: can’t believe roman quoted him though

hot-topic: you want me to yell at those two??

pattoncakes: no that’s not necessary

pattoncakes: i’m sure that logan and roman did nothing wrong

pattoncakes: and i’m just overreacting

pattoncakes left Friendship Party!! :(.

hot-topic: you’re not overreacting

hot-topic: but maybe i’m about to

hot-topic left Friendship Party!! :(.

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sssamantha joined We need to talk.

sssamantha: Whatever do you mean?

egotisticalmaniac: i know you took patton’s phone you jackass

sssamantha: Well, that’s no way to speak to a lady.

egotisticalmaniac: he was literally with me the whole day, i know it was you

sssamantha: Your claim is unsubstantiated. Might want to watch your mouth there, Ro.

egotisticalmaniac: fuck. you. don’t call me ro

sssamantha: Wow, someone’s getting a bit defensive.

egotisticalmaniac: you hurt my friends. i think i have a right to be angry

sssamantha: Friends? Is that what virgil calls you, too, or is it a one-sided thing?

egotisticalmaniac: where’s patton’s phone? he didn’t get his back from mr. picani after class.

sssamantha: I wouldn’t know. I didn’t take them.

egotisticalmaniac: them? did you take both our phones during mr. picani’s class or just patton’s?

egotisticalmaniac: is that why my previous messages were all deleted

sssamantha left We need to talk.

egotisticalmaniac: what did you do??

egotisticalmaniac left We need to talk.

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logan.exe added pattoncakes to please.

logan.exe: patton i don’t know what to do.

logan.exe: i can’t see you because it’s the weekend so i can’t apologize in person.

logan.exe: i just want to say im sorry. please let me say im sorry.

logan.exe: ...

logan.exe: for the longest time, i’ve wanted to be friends with you.

logan.exe: you were always so happy, and nice to people. and it seemed like no one could ever make you unhappy.

logan.exe: and now i’m the guy who messed that all up.

logan.exe: well, i suppose “guy” is not the appropriate word choice.

logan.exe: i’m the asshole who messed that all up.

logan.exe: and i just wanted to apologize, because, to be honest, you inspired me, patton.

logan.exe: for as long as i’ve known you, you’ve been kind and compassionate. you’ve been sweet and nice to every single person. you saw the humanity and goodness in people that i would have dismissed and belittled. you’re everything i’m not and everything i wish i could be.

logan.exe: and that’s why i started liking you, i guess.

pattoncakes joined please.

pattoncakes: Hiya, lo! Someone stole my phone and deleted all my messages before this one! :((((

pattoncakes: But i’m here now, so is there anything i missed that was important??

logan.exe: No. I believe they told me not to show up to help you, so I apologize for that.

pattoncakes: No need to apologize for that, silly!! I had my friends from cheer squad helping me out, too!!

logan.exe: Of course. Glad you found your phone. Any clue as to who took it?

pattoncakes: Nope! Roman just showed up at my door and gave it to me! He did seem pretty upset though, so maybe you should talk to him? You guys are friends, right??

logan.exe: Not exactly. Maybe you should talk to him instead. You are better at comforting people than me.

pattoncakes: Aww, you are just too sweet!! But sure, I’ll talk to him! See ya monday, lo!!

logan.exe: Yes. See you on monday.

pattoncakes left please.

logan.exe left please.

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[butindeed]

What if… [TRR X PM Cross over] [PART 23/?]

Hi guys!! This is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

Tags: @a-blog-of-many-things   @boneandfur @drakelover78 @kinkykingliam @andy-loves-corgis @client327 @walkerismychoice @chantelle-x0x

Summary: What if things were different? (Part 23)

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19:30

The ballroom was as magnificent as a castle’s ball room could be, appointed with crystal chandeliers and a creamy color palette that complimented the chosen décor, and it opened to a beautiful outdoor courtyard. 

Riley entered the room arm in arm with Kai. She had expected Drake to appologize after the scene he had caused at the beach, but he had not showed up at her door.

Kai had told her to forget about him for the night and to focus on the many handsome noblemen that were attending the ball that night, and had even convinced her to wear and scandalous floral embrodery red dress they’ve found at the castle’s boutique. It was quite tight and revealing, but she was happy with the image the mirror returned, especially regarding her make-up. Smokey eyes, a red lipstick she had borrowed from Kai, and some mascara. It surely was more than she was used to, but according to Kai, showing up with a dress like that and no make-up was a crime.

They headed towards the bar and asked the bartender for some drinks.

-Hi there - they heard as they turned around.

Maxwell was truly handsome in his black suit and white shirt, but Liam was incredibly good-looking in his prince attire.

-My date looks hooooot - he said kissing Kai on the cheek.

-Hi guys, you look fine.

-I could say the same about you my dear Riley - Liam added kissing her knuckles and making her blush.

King Constantine gave a short welcome speech, and finished it by inviting his guests to have a lovely evening and enjoy the ball.

-Would you do me the honour of dancing with me? - Liam asked extending an inviting hand to Riley. Kai and Maxwell were already waltzing their way in.

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Drake POV

He had seen her enter the room with Kai and his jaw almost dropped. There was not a single piece of clothing that wouldn’t fit her, but that dress seemed taken right out of one of his fantasies.

Drake saw them pace to the bar across the room and he thought about joining them, but rememered he had yet to appologize for his behaviour earlier that day and decided he needed some liquid courage to do so.

Just then he saw Maxwell and Liam approaching them, he kissing her hand, she blushing and smiling at his words and his world crumbled.

He took a few steps towards them but stopped midway when the King’s speech finished and the music started playing.

He didn’t know hot to waltz. Not like Liam anyway. He’d make a fool out of himself and Hopkins would probably dump him right on the spot.

Drake saw them glide and twirl, laughing in the dancefloor and his body felt numbed.

He had seen a similar image before, not too long ago.

The woman he cared about waltzing with the charming prince and then leaving the commoner, the outsider for a better prospect of life.

He hated himself for letting it happen again, but instead of walking towards them, he turned around to the courtyard.

Once there he sat at the openair bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. Whiskey. It was her who had taught him how to drink whiskey the night they first kissed.

Drake emptied the glass in one glup as he fidgeted with the small satin box in his pocket.

-I see you finally assumed who has the upper hand here, Walker.

-What do you want Neville?

-Actually, just to piss you off. You should know by now nobody messes with what’s mine.

-What do you mean? - Drake had a pretty clear idea of where the conversation was headed, and wasn’t sure he’d put up with it.

-You know what I mean. Riley. You - he said poking Drake’s shoulder with a finger - made me waste my time, my valuable time and resources on her. I thought I had made myself pretty clear, Walker. I was going to screw her, and you - he poked him again - got in the way.

-You’re drunk Neville - Drake stated pulling Neville’s hand away.

-I think you’re forgetting who you are, commoner - he sniggered pushing Drake this time - Your kind needs to be constantly reminded of their place - He said, and Drake could feel the rage building up within him - Commoners are for finding release, and maybe having bastard children. Like Beaumont did with your commoner hoe sister.

POM!

Neville wiped out the blood of his lip with the back of his thumb.

-You’ll regret this, commoner. - he spluttered - The only reason you’re allowed in these events is because Liam finds it interestin to play with your toys, if you know what I mean.

Drake turned around before he’d hit him again, but Neville kept on yelling.

-He went behind your back when you were besties! He stole your toy once! He won’t hesitate to do it again. What’s more, he’s probably doing it now! You get it? DOING IT!

Drake could feel Neville’s words cutting through him like sharp daggers. He was furious. He knew Liam had gone behind his back, he just didn’t know the whole kingdom was aware of it.

He felt furious, his fists were trembling uncontrollably. His face red with anger.

He slammed the service door open and froze to what he found inside.

They were two, but they seemed like one. His hand was holding up her thigh, her hands were clasping his shoulders and their faces moved in unison as they kissed passionately.

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-You sick coward! - Drake yelled unable to control himself.

The couple parted in shock.

-Drake - the woman whispered.

Drake strode across the room and grabbed Liam by the collar and dragged him away from her. Only one punch was enough, Liam fell with a thud.

-Wait! - she yelled - Have you gone mad?

Drake turned around glaring at her.

-It’s ok- Liam whispered - I deserved it.

- Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame in you. Right Liam? - Drake grunted. - You’ve decieved me, and that’s on me, but Riley? How can you do this to her?

-Riley? - The woman said confused

-Oh! I guess you don’t know about Riley. My girlfriend Riley, the woman Liam has been wooing all day long.

-Is this the same Riley you introduced me earlier?

-Huh?

-Yes, my love. 

-My love? - Drake took a step back

-Drake, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the harm I have casted upon you in the past.  - Liam muttered - but I love Olivia.

-And I love Liam - she added - In fact - she said helping Liam on his feet - we’re engaged.

-What?

-Yes, I’m afraid Liv’s right. It’s a secret, though - Liam stated and Drake understood the hidden meaning behind those words. They wanted him to keep their secret.

-But Hopkins?

-I... I just needed  to set things clear with her. You see, we... Riley and I, ermm met, when Olivia and I had broken up some time ago, and... I just wanted to know things were good between us. She’s a great woman Drake.

He stormed off, he needed to get away from them. It wasn’t until he was in the middle of the couryard thet he stopped. He just stood there, still processing everything that had been going on.

-Drake - he felt Olivia’s touch on his arm - For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I’ve hurted you. I never meant to do you any harm, but it was Liam all along. I fought my feelings, he was your best friend after all. It just was stronger than me. Than us. I hope you can find someone.

Drake looked at Olivia in the eyes and saw nothing but honesty in them. He nodded

-I found someone already. I just hope it’s not too late.

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