#almost scared to tag this i just know certain fans would pile onto this THIS IS FOR FUN I KNOW IT ISN'T REAL THIS IS JUST PLAYING AROUND

[ifmagicexists]

i know buckravi is not a major ship for some reason but can we talk about how good that ep was for them too cause like!! it was so good!!! buck wanting ravi's attention and interest and ravi being so tired because he thinks/knows he's just a replacement (and you could say that maybe he doesn't want to get his hopes up that buck actually cares about him 👀) and then ravi seeing buck's ex that he's still pining for and bringing them back together so he can leave and doesn't have to be the person buck settles for

like i know canonically none of that is meant to be deep on ravi's end and it is just funny, but in a fandom context i am finding it fun to play around with what potential motivations can be found in there

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Read into Me Chapter 5: Romeo and Juliet

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 2,955

Warnings: Swearing, slut shaming, bullying mention

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After that afternoon, you spent practically every day after school with Steve, either in his bedroom or the library. It was weirdly nice. You didn’t always talk; mostly you worked in silence, Steve answering English questions or doing work for other classes and you doodling. You’d finished the sketch of Steve you’d started in his bedroom the same night you’d started it. You were actually quite proud of it; you’d managed to get the shadows on his face to make his face look hollow and strange, not beautiful like it usually appeared. And yes, you were comfortable with calling him beautiful. You found a lot of your subjects beautiful, they all fit into an easy collection of strong, attractive faces that could be found in Hawkins. Hawkins Most Beautiful: the collections of portraits labelled themselves.

Steve called you fairly often as well; usually on the days when you didn’t meet up he’d call so he’d have someone to keep him company as he worked. He seemed lonely to you. From your conversations, you learned little of his supposed friends, but you learned a fair bit about his family. Both his parents were rarely home. His father worked in the city and kept an apartment there, keeping him as far away from home as possible most of the time. His mother was home more often, but kept her hours in certain places, leaving him home alone most of the time. So it seemed, he was ignored past the age of twelve. You sympathized with that, your own parents weren’t exactly present, albeit for different reasons. He asked you a lot about Samantha, which didn’t bother you; you could talk about her far more than you could yourself.

“I can’t honestly say that I even really know her…” Steve laughed. You were sat in his bedroom one evening, the sun setting in creamy red swirls, ominous strawberry pieces in homemade ice cream. Sweet and yet worrying for reasons beyond you for the time being. You were sat at his desk, leaning back in his desk chair, turning left and right. Steve was sprawled out on his mattress, feet kicking beyond him casually, his papers spread out in front of him.

“Yeah, she doesn’t really associate with some of your friends. Tina isn’t really our biggest fan…” you replied, smiling softly. The memory of Samantha dumping a miniature carton of chocolate milk on her head in the seventh grade flashed through your mind, her shrill screech making you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What’s up her ass?” Steve asked, turning onto his side to look at you fully. He looked incredibly posed and uncomfortable, his head placed in his palm and his ankles stacked neatly one on top of the other.

“They used to be best friends, before I showed up. Once I was on the scene, Tina decided that I was someone to bully and Samantha decided that she wanted to be my friend. They fell out because of it and Tina started bothering both of us. She stopped once we were in middle school.” You explained, pulling one of your knees to your chest.

“Tina’s a bitch…” Steve muttered, shaking his head solemnly.

“She’s got such a thing for you.” You chuckled, watching as his face coloured. You continued “Vicki too…they want you so bad.”

“How’d you know?” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. His face was still pink, it was almost adorable.

“Oh my god, they spend every class with their heads so far up your ass!” you linked your fingers together and pulled them under your chin. You batted your lashes at him with wide eyes, starting into an imitation of Tina “Oh…Stevie, tell me more about your basketball game…oh Stevie you’re soooo strong!”

Steve pulled the pillow from the head of his bed, throwing it at your head. “Oh shut up!” he groaned. You caught the pillow, chucking it back at him, smacking him square in the face.

Steve was great to hang out with. But that sort of friendship didn’t seem to transition outside the privacy of his bedroom. In school, the rules of social interaction began again. Steve returned to the arms of Tommy H and Carol, whose attentions flip between him and Billy Hargrove, and Samantha kept you busy with her questions, her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, squeezing you tightly into your side. And every time you passed Steve, she cracked a joke in your ear that turned you beet red.

In truth, it was clear that Samantha did not believe you when you told her that nothing was going on between the two of you. She had already decided that the pair of you were in some sort of torrid affair of Shakespearian depths. She seemed to earnestly believe that it was some secret, clandestine romance was happening behind closed doors. You didn’t really understand what she was imagining; it didn’t make sense to you. Steve was far too obviously interested in other people to be doing anything with you. You tried to point out all the girls who hung off his arm whenever she tried to embarrass you about it, but she didn’t see it.

“What you’re missing,” she said through a massive bite of cafeteria shepherd’s pie “Is that all those girls pay attention to him, but he doesn’t pay attention to them.”

“If we were having an affair, don’t you think that I would tell you about it? I tell you everything anyway.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at her.

“You didn’t tell me about Byers until I weaseled it out of you. That’s what I’m doing right now.” Samantha replied with a shrug, mushing her meal together with her plastic fork until it was a disgusting shade of brown, golden corn accenting the pile.

Talking about Jonathan Byers wasn’t fair and she knew it. In short, there was nothing to talk about. You’d had a small, teeny tiny practically nonexistent crush on the boy a year prior, but it was very clear that he didn’t like you back. Samantha had gone to Tina’s party in October, right as your crush was subsiding, and she’d told you that he was all over Nancy Wheeler. You’d had your suspicions about it, but hearing that he’d gone after someone else’s girlfriend and rejected you along the way hurt. Even though you weren’t interested, it still hurt. Samantha was still annoyed that you hadn’t told her about it until it was over, and since it was the only source of knowledge she had on your comatose love life, she brought it up all the time, much to your chagrin.

“All I do with him is sit in his room and help him study. And when I say help him study, I mean literally help him study, we do the chapter studies together and discuss the stupid book.” You said. That wasn’t the whole story; you talked a lot about life and listened to music. You were confident in saying that you were friends by now. You’d almost met his mother twice, both times in passing, and that seemed pretty important to friendships, when their family knew who you were. Still, it didn’t break into school. Steve stayed with his clique and while you tried to stray from yours, Carol or Tina would always scare you off before you spent too much time with Steve. It didn’t take much to scare you, a mere gaze could send you packing, and those two had been mastering the annoyed sneer since the fifth grade.

“Yeah, well you don’t see what I see…” Samantha muttered, turning her attention away from you and onto the loud clique at the centre of the room. Billy Hargrove was show boating, as usual, with Tina and Macy practically drooling onto their lunch trays. Vicki was trying to get Steve’s attention, her thin, spidery fingers gripping onto his wrists, speaking animatedly into his ear. Steve wasn’t facing her though; his whole body was turned away from her, and directly towards your table. Samantha noticed how he watched where you went, it’s why she thoroughly believed that something was going on beyond the surface, something even you might not realize. She knew what a person looked like when they were love struck. Often times, from the outside, it was easier to see when someone was in love with someone else before she could catch onto who actually liked her. She’d watched the women she yearned for fall in love with boring, lame men enough times to have mastered the signs of how men fall for girls. And Steve showed all the non-verbal signs. She couldn’t get a full read on you yet though.

Tommy had caught onto to Steve’s strange behaviour just as fast as Samantha had, although he wasn’t nearly as impressed. You were simply not worth the effort. Not by a long shot. You were fucking lame-never at the parties, never at dances, never at the lake on the weekends. And he knew you had money, you could afford to do all those things, you were just too much of a pussy to show your face. That was fucking pathetic! He knew his friend better than anyone else and a chick who couldn’t hang was not the girl for him. Steve liked fun girls, girls who could turn up for a last minute thing and not be weird about it. Nancy Wheeler was the farthest Steve needed to go on the preppy nerd scale, and that bitch ended up being a massive slut! Like nobody expected that shit. But Tommy knew that you didn’t have any surprises up your sleeves. Despite the fact that you never talked, he knew that you were plain about who you were. Everything was on the surface, and what he saw was not worth his friend’s time.

“Steve, buddy, I’m gonna go get another milk, walk with me.” Tommy motioned him over. Steve followed blindly, if only to get Vicki’s cold, clammy hand off him. Tommy had seen The Godfather one too many times and seemed to believe that he was some sort of small town mob boss, but Steve didn’t really mind following along with him flights of fancy. Usually they were pretty funny.

Tommy wrapped an arm around his taller friend’s shoulders, lowering his voice from the onlooker’s ears. “Listen, buddy, you gotta tell me what’s going up with that Y/N chick I mean you just keep staring at her it’s freaking weird, dude.”

“Y/N? She’s my writing partner for Lawrence’s class, she’s cool…” Steve replied, turning to catch your eye as they passed. He smiled at you, giving a short wave, which you returned with a small smile.

“She’s cool? That all?” Tommy pressed, stepping into the line and grabbing a carton of strawberry milk and the largest chocolate chip cookie in the basket. He unwrapped his arm from his shoulders, letting him go free for the first time in the conversation.

“Yeah, I mean she’s nice, what else do you want me to say?” Steve knew that was being a little defensive, but he didn’t like being questioned for his choices in friends or girls, he never questioned Tommy’s choices and he made the worst decisions most of the time. Carol was no prize and he didn’t say a word about her.

“You fucking her?” if Steve had had anything in his mouth, he would’ve spit it on the floor. Tommy didn’t even turn to look at him, paying the lunch lady in change.

“Jesus, dude, no.” Steve cried, recoiling from his friend. Tommy needed to get hit and while he didn’t have cause to do so yet, he firmly believed someone was going to do it soon.

“Hey, no need to freak out, it’s just a question.” Tommy pulled his friend back in, slapping his friend on the back. Instead of simply heading back to their lunch table, he pulled him to the side, standing next to the hot grab and go table, next to the cartons of fries.

“Now, the way I see it, you have something great going for you.” Tommy began, cracking open his milk and taking a long swig, leaving a milk film on his upper lip. “Vicki Clarke is a fucking babe and she’s begging for it! She’s all over your ass and she’s hot as hell! But you’re blowing it by spending all your time staring at some freak of nature instead. You could have a smoking hot babe at your beck and call, but you’re wasting your chances here, you see what I mean?”

“Not at all, dude.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, looking over his friend doubtfully.

“Look man, I’m just trying to set you up for success here. Because that girl,” Tommy pointed at you slyly “Is not interested. If she was, she’d be over here, acting like Vicki is. But she’s keeping herself planted at that table with that goth freakazoid.”

Steve had no idea what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, to deny having any feelings for you, but that wouldn’t mean shit if he kept watching you. And Tommy was right, there was a girl there who wanted to listen to whatever he said, who chased him down. Vicki was there and you weren’t. So he swallowed his words and went back to his table.

“Hey, Steve…” Vicki drawled. There was red lipstick on her teeth. Steve didn’t say anything about it. It didn’t make her ugly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, letting her rest in the crook of his neck. Vicki seemed over the moon by it and it gave him something to focus on other than catching your attention.

Samantha frowned, turning her attention back to you. “What’s Steve’s opinion on Vicki Clarke?” she asked.

“He didn’t like when I told him that she had a thing for him, why?” you retorted, flipping through the college magazine in front of you. You still hadn’t chosen anywhere to apply and applications for the major schools were due in the winter and community colleges needed their applications in for the fall semester in by the end of June at the earliest.

“Well, he doesn’t seem embarrassed now.” Samantha hooked a thumb towards the couple. You looked once, narrowing your eye to scrutinize the pair.

“Eh, that seems about right…” you murmured. You wouldn’t deny that something about it hurt. But you ignored the pain until returning home from school. As always, you called before making any moves. It was the polite thing to do, even though Steve had made the plans to meet up with you after school the night before.

The phone was picked up after three rings. Steve’s car was in the driveway, not his mother’s, so you knew who would answer. “Hello?” his voice sounded anxious and breathy, maybe even annoyed.

“Steve-o, we still studying? You wanna go grab food at Hula Burger?” Steve had introduced you to the burger place in Carmel, a little mom and pop shop with the best Cajun fries in the county, at least in your opinion.

“Oh shit…” Steve muttered “Y/N I’m sorry I-I kind of made plans, can I take a rain check on the burgers?”

“Oh…yeah, sure I guess…some other time…” you said softly. You wouldn’t try to hide the disappointment in your voice. The pain you felt in the pit of your stomach returned with abundance, not exactly sore and angry pain, but more of a black hole opening up there.

“I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?” Steve asked. He was already running late. He was supposed to pick up Vicki in twenty minutes and he still needed to shower. He had genuinely forgotten about his plans with you and he felt like an ass for doing so. He did want to hang out with you, but a date was a good step after being decimated by Nancy. He wasn’t super into Vicki, but it was still exciting to go out with someone new.

“Sure…” you hung up after that. You stood from your bed, dropping your book bag at your feet. You were used to spending afternoons alone, that wasn’t strange to you. Just because you’d spent a few days with a boy didn’t mean that he was yours to hold back from his life. You could’ve pulled a fit and tried to make him hold true to his word, the way your mother used to act towards your father. But those memories made you sick, you didn’t like that behaviour. But you also didn’t like being cancelled on. It wasn’t a feeling you were used to, not from friends at least. Samantha never really cancelled on you, she always made sure to tell you when she was busy and not agree to plans. She’d never cancelled on you for a date, even when she was dating Keith the creep she always put your friendship on a different level than him. Of course, she wasn’t really into Keith, she came out like a week after they started dating and broke up with him after kissing Jessica Klein at a house party, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Steve had ditched you and it made your heart hurt.

You couldn’t help but watch him run out of his front door and into his car. You watched it pull out of his driveway and out onto the road. It was clear to you now, Steve was more interested in passing English than he was in being your friend. Vicki Clarke was the girl to pay attention, no matter how he acted around you.

So why pretend like he was your friend at all?

[levi-s-shitty-brat]

Drunken Night

Summary: Levi gets a little bit drunk and returns back to his offic, where you, his right hand is just finishing some paperwork.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Tags: fluff, pre-relationship, Levi is a little bit drunk

Word count: just a little over 3000 babe

A/N: I can't say I'm proud of this but I'm glad to be writing something even though I should be writing my dissertation. Also, I swear this was only supposed to be 1000 words idk how it became 3000.

You had told him to spend some time with the other squad leaders and the commander, at Hange’s request. He declined first, wanting nothing more than to drink tea and finish his paperwork with you, his right hand. But you persistently requested that he’d go and you’ll handle the paperwork – he deserved a night off after all and so, reluctantly, he went.

“Heichou, you’re back.”

After pushing open the door to his office, he blinked at the sight of you. He had not expected you to still be here seeing that it was the very early hours of the morning. “You’re still here?”

You looked at him sheepishly. “I literally just finished and am packing away sir.”

To be honest, you didn’t know if you were expecting him to come back to his office even if it was attached to his bedroom. Maybe he would have just passed out wherever he was.

He nodded and you were silently happy that he was not chewing you out for making him attend, but then again he might have been too tired to and would proceed to do so in the morning. Hopefully, he’ll forgive if you gave him a cup of tea and told him that most of his work was completed.

To your surprise, he didn’t move away from the door as you packed away. Instead, he observed your movements, the way you shuffled the papers into a neat pile so they could be taken to Erwin in the morning and how you filed away those that were needed later. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear before you put away the stationery you used.

You figured that he was trying to make sure you were tidying up properly, in the exact way that he liked it.

Just as you were finishing, Levi then, almost suddenly, moved to the couch which was pushed to the wall. His eyes flickered to you every couple of seconds, as if to make sure you weren’t an apparition of some sort.

He slipped off his coat and folded it was concentration etched onto his features. Luckily, for him he had already taken off his gear before he went. He sat down his usual posture relaxed but his eyes were still on you.

Okay, so it wasn’t like he was fixated on you. You knew he watched over you often, as capable as you were. You weren’t disturbed by it. Sometimes you liked that you captured his gaze. Other times you wondered if he was waiting for you to do something stupid.

Having now finished packing up, you grabbed your coat, slipped it on and pushed the chair in.

“Goodnight, sir! I’ll see you in the morning – which, I suppose is in a few hours now,” you said and glanced at the clock. You couldn’t believe you had stayed here that long.

Time really flies when you’re drowned in paperwork huh.

You turned to give Heichou one last look because he didn’t respond to you. You found he was looking ta you even more seriously now. One of his hands outstretched and pat the couch next to him.

“Sit,” he said quietly.

Your eyebrows knit together but you did as you were told.

As you moved towards him, you were surprised that the smell of alcohol hadn’t hit you sooner because there was nothing else you could smell of it.

You sat beside him, the space between you just big enough to fit your hands if you had so desired.

You met his gaze and realised that his gaze was unfocussed, which was unusual considering how sharp a look he could give you when he was half asleep.

“Heichou, are you drunk?” You asked, knowing that he most likely wasn’t but there was no harm in asking.

He waited a few seconds before responding.

“No.”

“Really, you smell like a liquor store. I’m surprised I didn’t smell the alcohol from across the room.”

He scowled at you and while that look would scare a new trainee, you had seen it too many times. Now it brought a smile to your face.

“It’s okay, still not as bad as Gelgar,” you assured.

“Heh,” he said, almost smiling. “Good.”

You blinked, not expecting him to be so easily pleased.

Okay, so maybe he was a little bit drunk.

“So… did you need me for something?”

He parted his lips as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, the look of concentration deepened on his face and after a minute you realised he was getting annoyed.

“You know, Heichou, as much as I have gotten to know you, I still can’t read your mind.”

He frowned at that, almost as if he had expecting you to. Almost as if he was annoyed that his telepathic messages had not gotten to you.

You thought it was kind of cute.

“Speak,” he said suddenly.

You arched an eyebrow at him. “About what?”

“Just speak.” You noticed that his voice was slightly slurred but still held its usual authority.

Did he just want you to talk? About anything?

You shrugged and started to do so. You filled him in about the paperwork you had completed for him.

Levi listened with such great attentiveness you felt bad for talking about something as banal as paperwork and so you switched to talking about your sisters – who were a lot more chaotic and exciting in your opinion. Then about the books you’ve recently read and have yet to read, what you wanted to do on your days off, the types of tea you wanted to try and the places you wanted to go.

He continued to listen and even nodded every now and then in acknowledgement. He always listened to what people said, even now he surprised you with the details he picked up about you and the people around you.

So, you wouldn’t be surprised if he remembered everything you said to him in the morning.

You didn’t know why he wanted to listen though. If the bags under his eyes were any indicator, he really needed to sleep.

Maybe he just wanted company and you weren’t going to deny him of that.

If he ever got drunk like you did, getting lost in your thoughts which often took a dark turn, you didn’t mind distracting him until he wanted to sleep.

When you had talked your throat dry you stopped, knowing it was going to still be raspy in the morning. Levi noticed this too when you rubbed your throat and gave you a softer but an apologetic look.

A silence lapsed comfortably, his steel gaze still upon you. There had been many nights that you had spent with him talking usually whilst drinking tea. The two of you got along well, so much so it evoked teasing from a certain squad leader.

You even knew bits about his life before the Survey Corps. You had been surprised when he shared these details. You couldn’t help but feel, had the two of you meant under different circumstances you would’ve been good friends, or maybe even more.

“You’re good.”

You blinked, surprised at the sudden admission. You hadn’t expected him to speak anymore. Let alone say something about you.

While it was a simple compliment, the way in which he uttered the words made you believe that they held a greater gravity of meaning, but you didn’t dwell onto it. Instead, you let out a soft laugh.

“So, I’ve been promoted from ‘not bad’ to ‘good’ now, sir?”

His eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully for a second before he nodded.

You laughed again. Oh how honest he was being, it made you want to make him do the talking.

“Heichou –”

“No Heichou,” he interjected quickly.

“What?”

“Levi.”

You stared at him for 10 seconds before deciphering what he was trying to say. “Oh, you want me to call you Levi?”

He nodded.

All of a sudden, you forgot what you were about to say and that the room didn’t feel big enough for the two of you. Somehow, the two of you had moved closer together without even realising, his knee was touching your thigh. His breath fanned slowly over your face and you knew that he could feel yours. Yet neither of you moved away.

All you felt was that the situation was getting a lot more intimate and you knew you should leave if you still wanted to face him in the morning.

Luckily, his eyes drooped as you thought this.

“Anyway Hei – Levi, you should go to bed. You’re going to have a headache in the morning, and you don’t want your sleep deprivation to make it worse.”

He paused and considered what you were saying, something he had done repeatedly tonight, and the action was warming up your heart. Usually he’d respond so quickly but now he really considered every word that came out of your mouth.

He nodded again and laid back on the couch.

You blinked. The times he never listened to you were when you told him to go to sleep. A part of you considered forcing him to drink with the other squad leaders more often.

You wanted to tell him to go to sleep in his bed but you reckoned you shouldn’t push your luck for tonight. Maybe next time.

He gave you a look and parted his lips again, as if he was to say something but nothing came out. You, again, wanted to remind him that you couldn’t read his mind.

But you ignored it this time and got up. But before you stepped away he grabbed your arm and pulled you back onto the couch.

“Stay.”

You paused, your heart suddenly thundering in your chest. “Huh? Why?”

He lifted his hand and raised it to your face, so his thumb lightly brushed the bags underneath your eyes. “You’re tired,” he observed, still touching your face lightly. “You’re going to go back and finish the work in your room, aren’t you?”

You smiled, hoping that it and the bags under your eyes would distract him from your warming cheeks.

“You know me well, sir – Levi.”

“Stay,” he repeated.

His eyes implored you and so, any protest you had died in your throat.

He leaned back again, and you did too. You figured that you could leave when he fell asleep, you had done so in the past when he had fallen asleep at his desk.

You rested your hands on your lap and Levi crossed his over his chest, taking his usual sleeping posture until his head lulled to the side and rested on your shoulder.

You tensed up.

You only had to turn to the side for your lips to touch his hair. And you didn’t want to think about that.

Secretly, you weren’t complaining. The man did so much that if you could be a comfort for him for one moment, you would do it.

You tried to relax as Levi’s breaths started to even out. A small smile graced your lips when you realised he had fallen asleep. The weight of him pressed against you was somehow soothing. He was warm and you dared not to think about how he would feel in a bed next to you.

You closed your eyes figuring you didn’t mind sleeping like this at all.

~

His head was pounding before he even woke up, he didn’t know what possessed him to drink so much last night. It started with Hange teasing him about you, his right hand. How he liked to monopolize you to himself. How he kept his eyes on you no matter where you were. How he made you tea, instead of it being the other way around. And not just any tea, quality tea that he had ordered especially for himself.

Mike then joined in when Levi vehemently denied feeling anything for her. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you was his right hand! Him, involving himself with a fellow comrade? Who wants that kind of messy work environment?

Apparently, he had smelt like ‘a man in love’ and whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean, Levi had no idea.

Even Erwin had joined in at one point and somehow, he had managed to drink his body mass in alcohol and maybe, just maybe got a little bit drunk.

He peeked one eye open and saw that light shined in the room. He sighed, no-one closed the damn window last night, which then certainly explained the slight chill he was feeling.

He then realised that he was pressed against something warm and his arms were wrapped around the same warm thing. But he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out why, that is, until he raised his head and found that his face had very snuggly fit into the hollow of his right hand’s neck.

What the fuck?

He inhaled and realised that your scent was the reason he had so uncharacteristically dreamt of flowers.

What were you doing here? And how did this happen?

He leaned back from you and slowly (and reluctantly) removed his arms, ignoring the cold that replaced you.

You murmured in your sleep, the arm you had wrapped around him tightening for a second. He held his breath and prayed to whatever the fuck was out there that you didn’t wake up.

He tried to remember last night, to the circumstances that led to the both of you being wrapped in each other’s arms. He remembered that you were still here when he had come back last night, to his surprise. You were becoming a little bit of a workaholic like he was and whenever he tried to call you out for it, you simply quipped that he was the bad example.

But he suspected that was because you wanted him to work less. But the joke was on the both of you though because the more you and Levi did, the more work Erwin gave the both of you in return.

You were about to leave but he decided to watch you like a lovestruck fool and then demand that you sit on the couch with him. And it only went downhill from there.

He wanted you to talk, because he loved your voice. The way it changed in pitch, tonality and volume depending on what you were saying but at the same time, how you could become as emotionless as him if the situation called for it.

It soothed him. If he heard your voice, talking the way you did, then you were okay and that’s all he ever wanted.

And so you spoke to him. You spoke to him last night, mainly about work and the damn paperwork but then you spoke about other things like your sisters and what you were planning to do on your day off. The books you wanted to read, the tea you wanted to drink. It warmed his heart that you so easily shared things with him.

Though, he wanted to bash his head against the wall when he realised he called you good. Whatever the fuck good was supposed to mean.

He knew what exactly what he was trying to say to you, and he was glad he was at a loss for words.

Imagine if he had told you how amazing he thought you were? How much easier you made his life? How less shitty things felt when you were around? How much he cherished the moments where the professional line was blurred, and you felt like a friend or even something more?

But then he knew it was getting worse when he remembered he told you to call him Levi.

You very rarely called him Levi, usually just Heichou or sir (not even Levi-Heichou much to his distaste). He didn’t mind really, it was a small thing but he couldn’t deny how he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue.

He didn’t know if he wanted you to question the strange behaviour he had displayed last night or not.

Especially when he asked you to stay.

Fuck. He swore to never drink again.

He got off the couch, her arms dropping from him. He tried hard not to entertain the thought of thinking fuck it and cuddling you for the rest of the morning.

Instead, he opted to shower and deal with his pounding head but before that, he unfolded his jacket and placed it over you.

Levi tried not to stare at your sleeping form. He did enough staring last night and to make up for it, he needed to tone it down for the next two weeks starting with right now.

Once he showered and gotten changed into a fresh uniform, he returned to his office and found that you were waking up.

You stretched deliciously and he wished he had told you to take off your gear before you fell asleep.

You turned to him when you heard his footsteps. “Oh, Heichou you’re awake,” you said, stating the obvious.

Levi tried not to frown at Heichou. “Feeling fucked? How’s your head?” You asked.

He grumbled, and you smiled slowly knowing exactly what he meant.

“Want me to quickly make you some tea? I think we might have something akin to a hangover cure.”

He shook his head, he had asked enough of you already. Besides, they were going to have a long day, you should rest some more.

“It’s fine. Go back to sleep. You have some time before breakfast.”

“Oh, are you letting me miss morning laps?” There was a smile evident in your voice.

“You can do them later.”

You nodded, knowing he wasn’t going to cut back on your training. You studied his face for a minute but he was perfectly stoic. You wondered if he remembered the night before at all.

You turned on your heel and walked towards the door but before you left, he spoke.

“Sorry about last night… I was…”

You turned towards him, seeing that his gaze had fixated onto his desk. You stifled a giggle.

“A little bit drunk?”

He grumbled again.

“Nah it’s okay,” you assured and then threw him a smile, whether he saw it or not it was present in your voice. “I thought it was cute.”

You then turned and left, missing the completely scandalised expression on your Heichou’s face.

[ambersky0319]

Some random shit cause why not?

Gonna do this organized by pairing so

Creativitwins

When I say creativitwins btw, I mean no romantic relations between these two what so ever, and only mean their sibling relationship. RemRom shippers DNI/Do NOT tag as RemRom

They have a monthly prank war, most of it taking place in the Imagination so they can go all out but sometimes they'll do more harmless pranks on the others in the mind palace

If they have partners, they're best friends with the other person's partner

Ex. Intrulogical and Roceit = Platonic!Logince and Platonic!Dukeceit

Neither of them is King, and King is neither of the twins. It took awhile for everyone in the mind palace to accept this

They celebrate the split together, for awhile it was in secret. They spend the day just at each others sides and its the one day everyone can expect them to get along

They would murder for each other

Very critical of one another's partners if they have them

They both helped in creating the Dragon Witch, and the Dragon Witch has a strong bond with the twins because of this; the Dragon Witch was the last creation they made together before feuds started between them

Remus does very minor things that annoys Roman but Roman can't get mad cause they're really petty things and he hates that Remus knows just how far to push it

They binge movies sometimes, alternating between what each of them likes

They collaborate on fanfics together

Often times it's hurt/comfort fics

Remus is scarily good at writing fluff with very interesting descriptions and Roman's amazing when it comes to angst that can punch you in the gut in so few words

They are the matchmaking royalty of the mind palace, and know within hours when someone develops a crush

They both get very loopy whenever Thomas has a crush, and around 3am if Thomas hasn't gone to bed yet

They get into a l o t of fights, and often say many things they don't mean. They make it up usually but there are some things that were never resolved

Remus taught Roman how to sew, but he's awful at designing himself so Roman helped create Remus's outfit so that it didn't look like a fashion hurricane had wrecked his brother

Sometimes Remus will waltz into Roman's room when Roman is sleeping and just flop onto Roman

On these nights(it's always in the middle of the night) everyone will be woken up by unholy screeches from Roman as Remus refuses to get off him. Except Deceit, who sleeps with headphones on and music blasting cause he knows Remus will do some random loud shit at night and he needs beauty sleep

Both the twins can't recall any memories from King, but they have a journal left by him in the center of the Imagination and sometimes they'll just sit together and go through the entries

At the end of the day they have each other's backs and would do anything to protect the other

Kingceit

This is obviously before the split

King just always felt a certain curiosity when it came to the dishonest side, and Deceit didn't mind Creativity's company

When Virgil first forms they take care of him together

Deceit is tiny and King is pretty tall so King just loves to carry Deceit around and Deceit just lets him after awhile

King loves hearing Deceit sing

King also adores Deceit's scales, and he loves kissing every single one in the morning and seeing Deceit's human side blush

Deceit enjoys hearing King's random stories and ideas, and often helped expand them by asking questions

For a long time Deceit had some control over the Imagination because King gave him that ability, but after the split Deceit left all the control to Remus and Roman

Deceit still can't enter the Imagination after the split occurred, no matter how much the twins beg him to visit and see what they've created

King and Deceit's relationship just kind of works, y'know? And it just sort of happened over time and it just felt right to them

King is not allowed to cook. He does not fight Deceit's decision to ban him from the kitchen, as last time King tried cooking he nearly burned most of the house

King's great at decorating cake tho so Deceit bakes the cake and King gets free reign over how it looks in the end

They go to bed super early and sleep in till around noon, often drifting back and forth between sleep and consciousness

Both are absolute saps when they're tired and say the most cheesy shit to one another

Dukexiety

Late night conspiracies

They actually make a great team when protecting Thomas, none of the other sides realize that a lot of the things that Virgil worries over for Thomas's sake were things suggested by Remus(ex. "What if that guy drugged our drink and we end up being overcome with so much pain that it paralyzes us and we can't call out and he ends up killing us" turns into "hey lets not drink this in case someone messed with it")

Virgil loves listening to Remus's stories, and is often one of the first to read them(after Remus tells him anything that might be triggering so Virgil knows if he could take it or not)

Remus is a cuddle monster but respects when Virgil doesn't want to touch anyone and usually asks if Virgil would rather be alone or if Remus could like, hang out on Virgil's floor for a bit of something

Remus made Virgil's hoodie

They both stay up incredibly late just talking about anything

And they both get up incredibly early

Logan scolds them constantly that they should sleep more

Virgil one time made a playlist for Remus to use when writing and Remus fucking cried while almost squeezing the life out of Virgil in a hug

Virgil's also drawn fan art for Remus's work but never intended to show Remus cause Virgil never thought he was any good

Remus found his sketchbooks one day and tackled Virgil in a hug the next time he saw Virgil

Virgil loves holding hands, so if cuddling is too much they'll just hold hands and sit side by side doing their own thing

Virgil absolutely loves Remus's tentacles, they're incredibly useful and whenever Remus uses them to hug Virgil, Virgil never feels safer

Virgil is strong as hell and just carries Remus bridal style sometimes

Virgil does Remus's makeup

Remus calls Virgil his Scare-bear and his Starshine, Virgil calls Remus his Gremlin and Bastard Husband(Remus grins ear-to-ear at the nicknames)

Also common when they're both sleep deprived and sappy and shit are Hon, Love, Darling, Dearest, Honey-Bear, Light of my life, Night to my day, and Moon to my stars

Intrulogical

They're both enthusiasts of forensic shows and murder mysteries

The show Forensic Files? They binged every episode together. They try to figure out who the culprit was before the episode ends and it's revealed. Remus has been correct 5 more times than Logan, however they both often get it right

Remus is on amazing terms with the Dragon Witch and the Dragon Witch ends up officiating at their wedding

Logan patches up Remus whenever one of Remus's creatures hurt him

Logan will edit all of Remus's works, as well as help develop ideas by giving feedback or ask questions or just listen to Remus ramble

Logan loves Remus rambling and will get comfortable wherever they are cause it can go on for hours

Not that he minds

Remus is Logan's Duke and Logan is Remus's Star

Remus is very easy to fluster

Especially when Logan says he loves Remus. Even after the thousandth time Remus turns crimson

Fucking dramatic these two are with their romantic gestures and yet still somehow keep their relationship hidden for years

Remus loves Logan's room cause it's actually very calming and it's filled with a bunch of soft chairs, piles of pillows and blankets, and an air mattress in the corner if anyone wants to sleep in Logan's room for the night

Logan was shocked that Remus's room was actually pretty organized. Still messy, but you could definitely find anything you needed by just glancing around

They both enthuse about space

Remus created a constellation in the Imagination and named it Logan

He also regularly creates new constellations there so Logan can find them and name them

Logan definitely writes fanfics based on Remus's stories

Remus breaks down the first time Logan says he loves Remus, and the night ends with him holding Remus close and uttering the words softly over and over

Remus loves hearing Logan read and sometimes if Remus can't sleep Logan will just read to him

Anxceit

Virgil and Deceit have many debates, they're friendly though and they both agree before the debates that they'll keep it friendly

Deceit's great at getting Virgil out of a panic or anxiety attack

Deceit uses all six of his arms when cuddling Virgil, playing with Virgil's hair or hands and holding him around the waist or stomach

They bake together a lot. Virgil has a massive sweet tooth

Will stab a bitch if you hurt the other

Virgil really loves to paint Deceit's nails

He also sometimes uses makeup to cover up Deceit's scales when Deceit gets really self conscious about them. Once the makeup comes off though Virgil will pepper kisses over the scales and run his fingers over them lightly and tell Deceit how gorgeous he looks

On the flip side Deceit loves his scales and so does Virgil cause they glimmer in the light

Virgil adores drawing Deceit

They do holidays in an anti way and do the opposite of everything you're supposed to do

They just sort of had an agreement that they'd get married and then they did, no big wedding or anything

Everyone was shook when they learned that the two were together, more so married

Both love cuddling and hold each other whenever. But they still have their different rooms cause sometimes you need a break y'know?

Sometimes they'll sit together in relative silence doing their own thing but like, leaning against one another lightly as they do it

Deceit monitors Virgil's coffee intake

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 0.7 - KSJ

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

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Word Count: 2,096

AN: On to Seokjin’s origin story of how he left The Matrix. I actually took inspiration from the animated short, Beyond, from The Animatrix. I always found it super fascinating that certain parts of The Matrix, much like a computer, experiences “glitches” from time to time. Especially in the earlier incarnations of it.  All information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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Seokjin tossed the apple in his hand lazily, lagging behind his friends as they chattered on about some “cool thing” they found. He didn’t understand why they were so adamant in dragging him out there, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Martin called and told him he didn’t need to come in for his shift today if he was fine with trading with him for that Sunday. As a teenage senior, he didn’t have much to really worry about as far as money. His parents were loaded. The only reason he had a job in the first place was his father wanted to teach him the “fundamental building blocks of living in society” and how to acclimate to said societal norms.

The truth? Seokjin was lazy at times and didn’t much care for responsibility on that level. With a successful chain of restaurants, stocks and bonds piling up in the bank, Seokjin didn’t have a care in the world. He could flit around and do as he pleased. The caveat? He had to maintain his grade point average and have a part-time job. If he couldn’t balance both his schoolwork and his actual job, then he didn’t deserve to inherit everything his father managed to build in his lifetime.

Easy money. Too easy. One day off on a said day when he didn’t feel like working, replacing said workday with a Sunday? The choice was obvious.

“Yo, Jin,” called Abbey, causing his mind to focus back on the current conversation he hadn’t been listening to in the first place, “it’s this way.”

He watched as Abbey, James and Elena motioned for him to follow through a narrow alleyway. The sun was bright and he couldn’t help but wonder why they were even doing this in the middle of the day. When it came to those three, they were always trying to get into some kind of mischief. Seokjin didn’t really think too much of it. Even if he got in trouble, he knew his mother would find a way to get him out of it. 

What slivers of light existed quickly vanished within the dark shadows of the alley. They couldn’t enter in pairs - all trailing behind the other like little worker ants. Seokjin crunched into his apple, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small enclosure. They continued to chatter amongst each other, but Seokjin followed behind silently. He hadn’t been asked anything worth responding to and nothing of interest forced him to comment on it.

They were used to his lackluster attitude though.

As they breached the other side of the alley, he squinted from the sudden flood of light nearly blinding him. Abbey’s high-pitched giggle caught his interest. He shielded his face with his forearm, catching the image of James and Elena jumping into the air just in time. He didn’t quite understand what was so amusing…

...until he looked up and saw that Abbey was floating in the air.

“Whoa,” Seokjin murmured just as James did a somersault in the air - his motions slowed as if he were suspended in zero gravity, “what the hell?”

Elena laughed, her hair fanning out in the air as she hung upside down. “Pretty cool, huh?”

Seokjin nodded slowly, almost dropping the apple in his hand. “Yeah…”

“C’mon, Jin!” Abbey waved emphatically to him, spinning to the ground like a dancer from a dream. “You try it out!”

His eyes lingered around, spying all the various things in that section of the abandoned playground; a piece of a seemingly abandoned district. Rocks floated around, bouncing up and down in soft motions as if they were situated on an invisible river. Little bugs that attempted to fly off were slowed by whatever encompassed the space they were currently standing in. Seokjin could count the number of wings and how many times they flapped.

“What is this?” he asked, unsure of what this was and why he was even asking in the first place.

“We don’t know,” James answered with a shrug as he perched on the metal jungle gym, “but we figured it might have something to do with why this district got abandoned.”

He picked up one of the floating rocks, studied it, and then tossed it off to the side. The sound of it hitting the pavement caused him to turn and glance over his shoulder. The rock skittered off behind a barrel, hidden in its shadows where he wouldn’t bother looking. Canting his head slightly, he picked up another one of the floating rocks and threw it into the space where it occupied. For half a second, it zipped in at normal speed before slowing to a halt just inches away from James’ face.

“Hey!” he yelled, but Seokjin continued to look at the other rocks scattered along on the ground, “You could have hit me!”

Seokjin scoffed. “I doubt it.” 

He tossed the apple into the air, watching it float along in the space - suspended in the air just outside of his reach. 

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound resembling a record scratch that caught his attention. When he turned to face it, he saw that an old soda can seemed to be glitching in and out of focus. Seokjin’s eyes narrowed slowly, his feet moving toward it. 

“Jin?” Abbey’s voice sounded concerned. “What is it?”

“You guys didn’t hear that?” He turned away from the can to look at his friends. “You guys didn’t hear that?”

All three of them shook their heads simultaneously. Had he been the only one to see it? To hear it?

But that’s crazy, he thought, his eyes moving back to the can, it was so loud and the fracture across the can is so obvious.

Or was it?

“Jin, you’re scaring us, dude,” chimed Elena, but he couldn’t be bothered with that. Not if they couldn’t see it.

But why could he see?

Like a bolt of lightning, the wails of sirens pierced through their tranquil setting. Flashes of red and blue illuminated their world. Seokjin looked around, his eyes widening as he quickly turned on his heels and scrambled a few steps back. His gaze shifted to the sky and he balked, seeing that it was suddenly dusk. When had it gotten that dark? They couldn’t have been there for more than an hour. Maybe less.

“We gotta go!” yelled Abbey, grabbing onto Seokjin’s wrist and pulling him away from the miniature wonderland. 

Their sneakers pounded the pavement, kicking up dirt and scattered newspapers around them. James scrambled up a dumpster and grabbed for the handrailing of a fire escape. The girls followed suit and Seokjin knelt down to give Abbey a boost. Just as he was about to reach for her outstretched hand, flashlight beams all shined on him at once. Seokjin did his best to shield his eyes, backing away from where his friends were. Climbing up was too risky. He had to leave them and go off on his own.

“Look, I’ll catch up with you guys later!” he called up to them, pivoting on his heels and tearing off down the alleyway. 

As his world got darker, Seokjin thought the alley was getting smaller and smaller. His breath came in quick intervals and he blinked rapidly against the sweat threatening to seep into his eyes. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the alley, an arm suddenly flung itself out of a window and grabbed him by his shoulders. He tried to scream, but all he could taste was leather as a hand covered his mouth - the rest of his body being dragged into the building through the opening.

Fear clutched at his chest, squeezing it slowly. Darkness flooded his vision, rendering him unable to see as the rushed sound of footsteps thundered passed. When the noise faded away, Seokjin’s heart finally began to ease up. The owner of the hand and arm that dragged him into the building finally stood up, giving him room to finally breathe comfortably. 

“That was close,” said the person, her voice distinctly feminine. 

Seokjin took a moment to get a good look at her, her dirty blonde hair framing her face while the rest of it was pulled back through the hole in the back of her ball cap. A cheeky grin etched her features. Her shorts were provocatively short, muscled legs covered in thigh high stockings that disappeared into a pair of combat boots. Her upper body showed off her toned midriff, the rest covered in a denim jacket and black tank top. She didn’t look much older than him, from what he could tell.

He frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

“Does it matter?” She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know anyway, would you?”

Well, she certainly wasn’t wrong. But that didn’t make it any less irritating. It was clear that she knew something that he didn’t and considering the situation he just barely escaped from (barring her help), that was something that didn’t sit well with him. Not by a long shot. 

“Why’d you help me?”

If he didn’t know better, he swore he saw her grin get just a little bit bigger. 

“You saw it, didn’t you?”

A cold sweat prickled along the back of his neck. Instead of answering, he chose to swallow the lump in his throat. Apparently, that was all the response she needed. Chuckling more to herself than to the information he’d unintentionally given away, she shook her head slightly. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I swung by when I did.”

Seokjin’s frown deepened, if possible, and he took a step toward her. “Just what in the hell is going on?”

She unfolded her arms, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She fished around in both until one came out. She held her fist out to him, urging him to come forward. When he did, she lofted a brow, waiting for him to do something else. Not sure what she was wanting, Seokjin held out his palm.

Opening her fist, she dropped a small, silver case into his hand. Curious, he popped open the box and inside were two pills. One blue, the other red. Was she trying to drug him?

Just as he opened his mouth to question her, he saw the girl holding a cell phone up to her ear. 

“Stand by for pickup.”

Seokjin had about as much as he could stand. “Hey! What’s the big idea? You tryna kidnap me or some shit?”

The girl frowned, craning her neck slowly to glare at him. “You’re the idiot that doesn’t even realize he’s already trapped.”

He blinked, not sure why hearing that struck a nerve. What did that even mean?

“If you want to know the answer behind that little gravity show you and your friends were messin’ with, take the red pill. You wanna forget about it and go back to your normal boring life, then take the blue pill. Choice is yours, Buttercup.”

Seokjin’s eyes lingered back to the pills. He couldn’t forget what he’d experienced. His friends thought it was just some weird phenomenon and, honestly, if he hadn’t seen the can glitch out, he might have chalked it up to that as well. But too many things didn’t add up. How had the police shown up so quickly and when had time shifted that fast in a space where it only felt like he’d been there for no more than an hour?

Grasping the red pill between his thumb and forefinger, he popped it into his mouth and swallowed. The girl’s grin returned and he watched her hang up the phone and slip it back into her pocket. In the dark and dusty building they were in, the walls inked over in black as flickers of green numbers seemed to explode along the walls. Seokjin’s ears started ringing to the point where they hurt and he clutched at them with both hands, dropping the case and the remaining blue pill. He felt a hand on his shoulder as it squeezed it gently.

“You gotta breathe,” she said, her voice a distant whisper against the roaring sound of his blood rushing through his ears, “just take a deep breath. It’ll be over quick.”

And as he took a breath, everything blurred over in a haze of green, black and gray. Until there was nothing left. It was quiet; peaceful. But somehow he knew that this was only the beginning.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

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Deceit’s Hunger: Part 8

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven

Warmth was something that Deceit could un-honestly say that he, of course, had a lot of experience in, and that he, of course, did not love the warmth that came with leaning against Virgil as they watched their movie. The couch was practically full of piles of blankets, pillows, and snacks. Although, Deceit mainly kept to the jello as per Logan’s orders on his diet, since the last incident involving solid foods.

His cheek remained smooshed against Virgil’s shoulder his eyes lazily watching the screen, even if he was still much to focused on the way that Virgil’s lungs inhaled and exhaled all too easily. A part of him was fearful that he was crushing the other, and that soon Virgil would instruct him to move or to get up off of him. However, that never really came. He and Virgil just continued to watch the movie like there wasn’t an issue at all.

The anxious side was surprisingly warm all things considered, he didn’t know why, but Deceit had figured that Virgil would be cold to the touch given that he almost always saw the other in his heavy sweater and long sleeve shirts. But no, curling up next to Virgil was like curling up close to a mini space heater, and he couldn’t help but to love it even more.

Once again he felt something in his chest doing a weird flip-flopping thing, as he glanced over once again from the tv and over to Virgil who was chewing on one of the Twizzlers in a bag. His jaw was mechanically moving up and down as the red rope got smaller and smaller as it did.

‘What is wrong with me? No normal person watches people eat like this.’ Deceit mentally hissed to himself, his scales were once again tinged with a rosy-green color as he mentally berated himself. He was acting delusional!

“Do you want one?”

Virgil’s voice in its suddenness made Deceit’s attention snap back up to the other’s face and most certainly away from the red candy and his lips. As Virgil had plucked a red rope from the bag holding one out for Deceit to take if he so chose to.

‘Stupid stupid.’ Were the two words he thought to himself as he took the candy with near shaking fingers. Logan had specifically said not to eat anything solid, but he was in far too deep now, Virgil had seen him staring and if he declined it would make him look like a weirdo. So it was either take it and suffer later, or not take it and suffer embarrassment and wounding his pride.

Needless to say, it was obvious which one he was going to do.

The candy though, felt foreign in his fingers, he hadn’t eaten something like this in a pretty long while, maybe even years if he recalled correctly. The taste of it felt even weirder to him, it was cherry, but was it cherry? How long had it been since he had tasted an actual cherry? Did the others even have cherries in the mind space? Could they be summoned if they didn’t have any there?

The movie faded to a low rumble in the background of his thoughts.

No, they had cherries. There had been cherries in the fridge when P-

A feeling akin to an elastic rubber band snapping stung in his chest, it burned and his ears felt like someone had stuffed them full of cotton. Deceit felt colder now, too cold and his hands felt uneven, where had the candy gone? It had been there just a few seconds ago. Why couldn’t he hear the movie anymore, had Virgil turned it off?

God his chest hurt, why was it hurting so much? Why? Why? Why?

Why did everything have to hurt so much?

Deceit felt his face turn wet, as faintly just faintly he could hear someone calling his name, he could hear the voice but he just couldn’t focus on it. All he could see was the red cherry flavored candy that had fallen on his lap. There had been cherries, there had been cherries in the fridge when Patton had...when he had been dragged back and cornered like a scared and wild animal.

“Deceit! Deceit!” Virgil felt a wave of muted terror rolling over him at the sight of the tears rolling down Deceit’s carefully blank face. He had no idea as to what could have even started this to begin with, but seeing as Deceit’s hand still remained outstretched form where he had been holding the candy that Virgil had given him. He had a pretty good idea on how to stop it.

Reaching forward he grasped the outstretched hand, it was surprisingly freezing cold despite the bundles of blankets and pillows they had now. How could one person be that cold?

Nevertheless, Virgil shook the thought away as he gripped the hand a little tighter pulling the deceitful side so close that he could rest his chin on his shoulder. He felt the raspy intake of breath from the other, and he felt his own arms curling around the other.

“Dee, hey Dee...it’s alright, just breathe,” Virgil instructed, his hands automatically moved up and down as he rubbed Deceit’s back. “Can you do that for me? Just breathe and focus on me, I’m right here. I’ve got you, so just breathe.” He felt another shudder roll through Deceit, and with it came a harsh sound.

Fingers clenched his sweater, so hard that he was almost worried that it would rip. Even so, Virgil didn’t let the other go. Even as Deceit buried his head into his shoulder releasing the sound that this time he knew was a sob. Deceit’s body shuddered and shook, as if he were trying to keep all of the pent-up sadness and tears inside of him. It felt painful for him to even see the other like this, let alone to feel it every time Deceit tried to hold onto every whimper.

The only thing that Virgil honestly felt like he was doing right was just holding the other, aside from that and just rubbing his back for the other he wasn’t certain that there was much that Virgil could do. He hated that feeling, he hated like feeling that he wasn’t doing enough, that he couldn’t help Deceit when he was obviously hurting enough to cry like this.

“W..Why?” The word was rasped out and yet it had still caught Virgil off guard.

His hands once again combed over Deceit’s hair and all the way down his back, “Why what, Dee?” Was the only thing he could really ask in that moment, and in reply, he felt the fingers grasping his sweater clench all the more tighter than before.

“W..Why did h..he...why? Why did he have to scare me? I..I wasn’t being mean..I was just hungry! So..So why did he have to..to hurt me?!”

This was bad, this was really bad.

Another strangled whimper left Deceit, and this time Virgil held him closer, so that Deceit was practically pressed flush against his chest. He felt the other’s hands mechanically releasing his sweater, instead allowing his arms to slowly encircle him as he accepted the comfort now.

“Who Dee? Who hurt you..?” He wanted to know, Virgil wanted to know who had caused such a mess and who had caused the tears. Logan had refused to answer him, and honestly, Virgil hadn’t wanted to ask Deceit for fear of creating the scene that he was now partaking in right now.

He couldn’t stand not knowing, and it hurt even more as he felt Deceit’s forehead that was resting against his shoulder rubbing back and forth in a seemingly exhausted shake of his head. There had been no words, but the answer was very clear.

No.

“You..you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, nobody would…” Once again Virgil felt his hand automatically moving upward to smooth Deceit’s hair back down, and in the process from the corner of his eye the faint color of baby blue distracted him as it hastily ducked out into the hallway.

Out of sight, and out of mind.

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Whispers in the Dark - Chapter One

Friends and Nightmares

There was once a time where I was safe. With friends that were always happy to see me and who would always protect me, or at least that’s what I thought. The nightmares that have plagued me for almost a year now hint at otherwise. They warn of betrayal and manipulation - of death. They scared me at first, made me wary of all those I hold close to me. Then I realised I didn’t recognise those ‘friends’ in the nightmares, so I grew to ignore them. However, the nagging of paranoia still crept up on me every now and again.

Especially now.

The sound of blistering winds and cawing crows filled the air around me, something that I quickly grew used to as I walked through the fog-filled woods that my friends dragged me to for a simple camping trip. Despite mine and some other complaints about the weather turning, the ‘leader’ of our friendship persisted and eventually lead us to the campsite. And now here we were, or rather here I was, looking for firewood as the skies threatened to pour down on me. A sigh left my lips as I bent down to grab another dry branch that would prove useful for the fire for only a few moments, the small bundle in my arm was growing but I knew that our lovely ‘leader’ would complain that I collected so little even if I had been out here alone for only around ten minutes now.

The snapping of small twigs sounded out, alerting me to look into the direction it came from. The sound was too delicate to have been made by a human’s weight, and I was proven right when a fox scurried along. A small smile made its way to my lips as I watched the creature run without a care in the world. I wish I could be like that. Another sound made me alert once again, this time it was someone’s voice calling my name but it was more like a whisper on the wind, like a memory echoing and trying to reach out to me. I could barely identify the voice that called out, whoever’s voice it was, it was male and baritone in nature. The hushed sound, being drowned out by distance and the strong winds, was surprisingly comforting as if it was an old friend greeting me.

I think that’s what disturbed me the most. The odd comfort of a voice I didn’t recognise but somehow my body knew as if I had at least heard the voice before. And I would say that the voice brought a familiar face to it, though I doubted that he’d be in these woods and doubted even more that he’d so much as know my name. I was a nobody, even on the internet where anyone could be anyone. I had a very small presence even on a platform that I’d been using for years now since I was a very young teen if I recalled correctly.

My feet slowly made their way back as the voice drew closer as if the owner was searching for me. My name was more defined with each call. It was terrifying. My breath caught in the back of my throat as I hid behind a tree, my gaze never leaving the direction of the voice’s calls. I didn’t dare turn around and run in fear that I’d end up hopelessly lost and too far away from the trail I had been following and too far away from the camp for my friends to hear my cries of help.

Footsteps drew closer and closer, the sound of the wind that proceeded to pick up made it hard to pinpoint where they came from but they were far too close for me to be comfortable. A presence loomed behind me, beckoning for me to look.

A beckoning I listened to, swinging my head around and gandering at the person who tried to scare me. My quick actions caused them to jump and yelp in response, their clumsiness made them quickly ending up on the floor glaring playfully up at me. I should’ve known it was Klaus.

Klaus Schmidt, my friend and coworker for around three years now. He was a fairly attractive man, slightly muscular and lucky, with him being a doctor, he had the brains to match. His blonde hair and blue eyes were something most girls were attracted to, his perverse personality, however, was not. He always tried to use his Germanic charm on me but because I knew him - and his squeamish tendencies around silly little things like worms - it never worked.

“Really Klaus? Really? Trying to scare me in the woods? Talk about cliche, dude.” My voice sounded out as I held my own false glare down at the Austrian man who dared try to scare me in such an obvious horror cliche scenario. “I was hoping for so much better, especially after all those movie marathons!” I laugh out and hold my hand out for him, pushing the bundle of sticks into one arm to make things easier for me.

“Ah… sorry, Fräulein. I was just hoping for a small scream. It would have certainly freaked out the others, nein?” He chuckled out, his accent still very prominent even after his many years living in an English city.  “I have to try harder next time!” The man grinned as he took my hand and used it to pull himself up from the dirt. For a doctor of medicine he was a huge fan of scaring people, thankfully his patients were not on the list of people for him to scare. Me as a nurse, however? It gave him ample opportunity to try and give me a small fright, it did slow down from daily to monthly after I suggested the movie marathons, whilst preferring detective movies and old noirs, there was always something about horror films that always seemed to drag me back to them.

Perhaps that’s why I was so quick to become used to my current surroundings.

“What are you doing out here, Schmidt? I thought you were being forced to put the tents up.” My question fell on deaf ears as the calls of my name sounded out once again. “Who the hell…?” My thoughts slipped out of my mouth as I began to turn back towards the direction of the caller. All I heard was Klaus gulp nervously before I was yanked all the way back to camp by the sprinting man, dropping the bundle along the way.

A shocked yelp sounded out from another voice as the Austrian crashed into another member of our small party. Groans quickly sounded out from the small pile consisting of two blonde men, one frantically trying to shove the other off, a swear or two slipping out with each new shove. We just had to crash into Arthur… I groaned in my head as I looked at the Englishman swearing his head off, it wasn’t long before the noise caught our ‘leader’s’ attention.

Our ‘leader’ was a short plump woman, who often had her hair cut into a bob. Her forest green eyes typically shown out from behind her fringe. She was called Gracie, and she was my best friend. We met each other through college, she was determined to become a police officer while I longed to be in a medical career. Well, medical or something to do with the law. I had always wanted to be a layer as a kid, helping right wrongs and put criminals away for a long time but I wanted to save people so much more. And little Gracie Dune was there all the way. The brunette was a woman of few words, especially compared to her cousin, Arthur Watson - a man that looks a lot like his cousin apart from his skinny frame and blonde hair. He was someone I typically considered to be the typical Englishman with all his cynicism and tea drinking. I actually met Gracie through him. Arthur was a writer while Gracie was currently working with the government to keep the police force was good as it could be.

A small tired chuckle left my lips as I walked over to my tent, sitting less than gracefully down in the doorway as I gazed out at the bickering adults. Well, they claimed they were adults. My attention soon fell onto the clearing skies above me, the clouds being wonderful and parting ways to show the thousands of stars that filled the night sky. My favourite sight.

Things quieted down once Gracie brought out the food. Good Ol’ Gracie. The trio was huddled around the weakening fire while I stayed sat down in the comfort of my tent’s doorway, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. It had been a Christmas present from my penpal, Sean, someone who I wished I could meet. He was an awesome guy and his stories from his trips around the world and of his crazy friends never failed to make me laugh. I adored the friendship I had with him and I was proud to hear of how much he was accomplishing, even if he kept the details extremely vague.

After zipping up my tent for the night I laid down and sneakily brought out my phone, keeping the brightness on low so it wasn’t easily noticed by Gracie and her harsh rule of ‘No technology while camping unless it’s an emergency.’ I would say missing out on my favourite YouTubers could be considered an emergency. I thought to myself as I placed my earbuds into place and plugged them into my phone. It wasn’t long before my subscription feed showed the plethora of new videos for me to watch from my favourite content creators but my eyes landed straight on to a certain channel. He had been back from his break for a small while at that point in time but I hadn’t watched his videos in a while.

I clicked on his channel and scrolled back slightly, pausing when I saw videos that seemed to be based on a murder mystery. With the YouTuber playing different roles. A four-part skit? Good on ya, dude. I thought as I tapped the first video.

By the end of watching all four videos and four more comedy value videos that linked to them, I was in tears. Both because of sadness and laughter. That man certainly knew how to grip and pull at my heartstrings. I quickly found out there was a Tumblr tag for the videos, each person expressing interest in their own way, many theories, jokes and of course ‘protection squads’ had been made for various characters. The community was as active as ever and I felt a bit bad jumping into the chaos so late, but with a busy life, you can only watch so much youtube.

Upon deciding that sleep could wait for a few more hours, I decided to bring up my favourite Irishman’s youtube channel. Jack was one hell of a character and really did remind me of Sean, perhaps that’s why I liked his videos so much. Also didn’t help they had the same name.

Soon sleep wasn’t just knocking on my doorstep, it was full on trying to ram the door down with how exhausted I had made myself. A yawn slipped past my lips as I turned my phone off and laid on my side trying to get comfortable, hoping my exhaustion had not reached the point where it would just needlessly keep me awake. I didn’t care if nightmares showed up once again, I just wanted to sleep.

And with that, I slept.

Groans sounded from my throat as I pulled myself off the extremely comfy bed. A normal start to these recurring nightmares. I made sure I was decent before making my way out to the landing, the landing always seemed to hold an angel at the end of it. An angel that gazed off to the side looking innocent as always. If he was real, I would have had a crush on him. He was familiar but I couldn’t pinpoint how or why. I couldn’t really make out details apart from his dark hair and eyes that seemed to reflect the light oh so wonderfully while his golden skin fell against his dark suit. Oh, how I wished I could see details but every time I tried the blur that was already there seemed to get worse as if I was looking through murky water and somehow me trying to focus on the details was somehow stirring the muck up.

My path was interrupted by someone else who was also dressed in black and white. I couldn’t hear his voice but I’m sure he was trying to be helpful so I thank him for the glass that was placed in my hand and continue towards the angel. If only things lasted like this but they never do.

After a small moment with him, the area around me warped in such harsh and unnatural ways, an almost desaturated and ‘3D’ effect coated the environment, as well as an annoying static sound filled the air, as I was forced to look out at the various scenes unfold. A friend dying, a woman I never wanted to see again, a deal to be regretted. And him. I couldn’t seem him as well as I could the angel but I knew the angel was a part of him. His cold stare was harsh and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, every part of me screaming to run away as he brought nothing but danger. But, much like with horror movies, something drew me to him.

I didn’t dare draw closer to him, I wasn’t that stupid. My body considered this man dangerous for a reason and I was going to keep my distance. It got to the point where if he stepped closer, then I’d step back, again and again until it was like some sort of twisted dance and despite his enraged and frustration filled face - a seemingly natural look for him - an odd calmness emitted from him. A sensation that brought back how I felt about the voice in the woods. It was the same odd calmness.

Neither of us dared to speak, even as we danced. It was almost as if he knew I couldn’t hear him. Or was it because he tried to speak before? There was a vague recollection of him moving his lips in a previous nightmare but that was long ago and he had almost given up trying.

And it actually made me glad.

It’s not like I didn’t want to hear him speak. I did. I wanted to know what he had to say but there was always a good amount of me that admitted that it probably would be something that I wouldn’t want to hear. Plus, if it was really important, he wouldn’t waste his time with this dance. He doesn’t seem like the type to have much patience.

It didn’t take too long for me to wake up after the dance slowed to the stop. My eyes stung as familiar tears stained my cheeks. Those people weren’t real, so why did I care for them? Well, most of them.

Minutes and then hours went by, time slowly draining and dulling the memories of the nightmare just as it had done countless times before. An agitated groan left my lips as the morning sun began to light up the side of my dull blue tent, making it impossible for me to ignore the fact my friends would soon be active once again. Slowly, I rolled onto my back and pulled myself up and out of the dark sleeping bag that would be my bed for the next few nights, or for however long Gracie determined was long enough.

I grab my phone and check YouTube once again, yet more videos from my favourite creators. As I was about to turn my phone off a notification came through, alerting me to a new email which could only be from one person, Sean. He always seemed to email me in the mornings, it’s almost routine now so it didn’t take much guesswork. I was quick to open it as always.

From: jackabeans@gmail.com

To: awonderfuldayawaits@gmail.com

Subject: RE: Heya!

GOOD MORNING LASS!!!

Sorry, had a bit too much coffee! Is there such a thing as too much coffee? That must be the question of life itself! Ha!

Anyway, yeah, things have been great as of late, thanks for asking. My mates have actually been asking about you, well one of them has… I think he likes your stories a bit too much. He’s always so fooking entranced by them. Then again, you both adore helping people so I guess it’s only natural to be absorbed into stories like that.

I’m ramblin again!

So, how are you? Personal question as always but y’know how much I worry… Those nightmares haven’t been helping…

Ah crap, I need to get goin, got a plane to catch!

As always, yer best bud,

Sean :P

A laugh slipped its way through my lips as I read through his energy filled email. Sean, always full of energy and always worrying about me. Then again we have been talking for a year and a half, he’s known me since before the nightmares and he ‘saw’ how much I changed because of them so he has every right to worry. I thought for a small moment about what to say before replying.

From: awonderfuldayawaits@gmail.com

To: jackabeans@gmail.com

Subject: RE: RE: Heya!

Heya Sean!

Glad to see you’re so full of energy, I’m certainly not. How about you pass some of it my way?

Glad things have been good for you. I’m guessing that the mate of yours is the one you’ve labelled ‘M’? I think that’s what you called him. Anyway, I’ll keep that in mind and I’ll let you know if anything interesting happens while at work. I’m camping for a small while, Gracie’s orders.

I’m… fine, I guess. Had yet another nightmare but apart from making me cry they don’t seem to do much to me.

A plane to catch? Another trip to America I’m guessing? Have fun ya doof!

Keep being awesome,

A very grumpy me. XP

Sounds of rustling cloth and a zipper moving let me know that someone else was awake so after making sure the email sent I threw my phone into my backpack just in time before my tent zipper began to shift. Before I knew it, a sleepy Gracie was poking her head in with a silly grin on her face.

“‘Sup Butthead!” She shouted in an exhausted tone. It was obvious that she and Arthur had spent the night arguing yet again. It was just like Sean’s morning emails, routine. The short woman quickly made her way to my side and plopped herself down, holding me close as she did.

“‘Sup Banana Bread. Arthur being an arse again?” I asked, only receiving a small nod and yawn in response. With very little difficulty I placed Gracie down onto my sleeping bag and exited the tent, the chill to the air made me very grateful to the fact I decided to sleep fully dressed, jeans and all.

The fog was still there, clinging to the nearby lake and trees like a child to their beloved parent. The campsite was almost always deserted for the time of year, typically teens and young families flocked to this place during the summer to enjoy the cool water of the lake but as it was early spring people tended to avoid the area. I always thought it was rather stupid to ignore such a beautiful place simply because it was a bit cold out but to each their own.

Camping has always been a big thing for Gracie and me, it was the first thing we did after leaving college after I told her that I had never gone camping before. And now, we made sure to go at least once a year, this was the first year other people were invited, so that was something.

A small relaxed sigh left me as I sat down on an old fallen tree near the edge of the water. The calm and gentle ripples and the light breeze helped the beautiful scene become something that many would only see in a picture but there was always something slightly sinister to these woods as if I was being watched. Perhaps my paranoia and the occurrence with the voice yesterday were getting to me but I couldn’t bring myself to look at the treeline around me or stand up from the tree.

Not until Arthur woke up a few hours later.

[patty-strump]

first lines

tagged by @ladymyst3ry

Rules: List the first lines of your 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I don’t even think I have 20 drafts, I only published like 5 things. Also I haven’t written anything in like 6 months these are old. Let me know if any of you are interested in a particular story.

1. Then Came A Baby Boy:  When Patrick went into high school, he never thought he would even get a boyfriend let alone, the captain of the soccer team, Pete Wentz. He's actually pretty proud of himself, jealous guys and girls glaring at him every time Pete wraps his arm around Patrick's waist, Pete getting hit on out of school, only to point to his "amazing boyfriend" half way through their flirty conversation. Patrick considers himself pretty lucky, well... for the most part.

2. Did It Hurt?: 

Pete doesn't know why he even bothers with Brendon's bullshit these days.

He's currently sitting on a reasonably high branch of an oak tree, attempting to play along in Brendon's game of hide and seek.

3. Sometimes I Wanna Quit This All: 

Patrick hated sleeping. It wasn't because he couldn't sleep. It wasn't because he had nightmares. It wasn't even because he was wasting time not making music. It was because of his boyfriend, Pete.

Ever since Pete and Patrick moved in together, Pete had been taking trips out in the middle of the night. At first Patrick had thought it was because Pete needed to go to the bathroom; so he went back to sleep.

4. Cherry Cherry Blue Raspberry:

"Pete, you better have a damn good reason why you dragged me out here." Patrick shivered into his coat. Pete had shook Patrick awake at ass clock just because he wanted to see the shore.

"It sounds like you don't wanna spend some quality time with your boyfriend, Patrick," Pete grinned.

Patrick glared at Pete. "We literally live in the same apartment, asshat."

5. You Were My Versailles At Night:

Like New Years Eve, Pete loved the Fourth of July because it was a random excuse to party and get hungover as fuck. This year's Fourth of July could possibly be the best one in his life.

His friends had collaborated together to throw a huge house party complete with beer, fireworks, hot girls, and a fucking pool! Tons of people came to the party from fans of Fall Out Boy to nearby college students.

6. Not The First Or The Last (But Possibly The Prettiest):

The problem with Patrick was that he was incredibly spiteful. He doesn't think he can 100% pin-point the time where it started, but he's almost certain it started at the age of seven when his brother, Kevin, called him a weak omega for being too scared to climb the tall oak tree in their backyard.

If Kevin hadn't said anything that day, Patrick wouldn't have climbed to the very top just to prove his alpha brother wrong. Though it did result in Patrick crying several seconds after reaching the top, and having his parents buy a ladder from Home Depot that day to get him back down, but regardless Patrick proved his fucking brother wrong, and that was all that mattered to lil' Pat.

7.  ​Is There Somewhere You Can Meet Me?:

​Black and white. The only colors everyone saw in the beginnings of their lives. The world was dull until they met their soulmate.

Once they had, the world would become full of colors. Red, blue, yellow, purple, green, orange, just to name a few.

This dearly upset a particular Chicago boy named Patrick. This was because all Patrick could and would ever see in his life was, well, nothing. Patrick was born blind. He never knew what his parents looked like, he never knew what he looked like, and he would never know what his mate looked like.

8.  ​You Owe Me The Best Gift I Will Ever Ask For:

​"Hey Mom," Pete spoke through the phone. "Sorry, we can't even get out of the house. There too much snow." He looked out the window to where the snow was piling up. "Yeah, we'll head out as soon as we can. Love ya too." Pete sighed as he ended the call with his mom.

"Paaatrickk," Pete collapsed onto the couch next to his boyfriend. "Why is the snow so mean?"

"Because you pissed in it last year." Patrick deadpanned without bothering to look up from his laptop.

9.  These Words Are All I Have:

Pete jolted awake to the sound of his alarm. He rubbed his eyes as Hemmy jumped on his stomach and started pawing his chest.

He wanted to go for a walk.

Pete's phone dinged on his bedside table. It was a text from Andy.

10. I Will Never Believe In Anything Again:

​Pete was living the dream of a bachelor. He lived in a snazzy bachelor pad on the shore, partying every weekend, having sex with the same couple girls at said parties. He was the singer for his band, Arma Angelus, who were a constant demand in local venues and were practically local celebrities.

But despite all that, Pete was actually pretty lonely. The days he didn't have a gig or was hosting a party, were spent writing news articles that bored him to death. And sure having a ton of sex was nice, but sometimes Pete just wanted someone to hold his hand and peck his cheeks, during long walks on the beach

11. ​Heralded As A King (Before I Had A Birthday With Double Digits):

​"Goooooooooooood morning, Patrick!" He hears along with a swishing of curtains before light floods him. Instinctively, Patrick grabs the covers and pulls them over his head to block out the rays of torture. Also instinctively, Pete starts pulling away the satin sheets from his master only to have Patrick pulling back with a intense tug of war between the two of them.

Patrick was the first to let go which resulted in Pete falling backwards at the foot of the blonde's bed.

"I hate you" Pete said defeated on the floor.

"S'your fault anyway" Patrick slurred from the bed as he curled up and covered his eyes to go back to sleep.

"Nope, you're getting up and facing the day like the king you're gonna be soon." Pete insisted as he pulled Patrick by his legs. Patrick groaned into his pillow and weakly kicked his legs around to resist.

12.  ​If Living's Just A Waste Of Death:

​No one wants to think about death. Whether it's their own death or the death of someone they love and adore. Death is the end. No one wants to think of the end and no one knows what's after the end.

Many see death as a person. A person most likely already dead. A skeleton, a ghost, a shadow. Someone that wanders the earth to viciously seek out their victims.

However, this was a stark contrast to who Death really was, an emotionally broken man in a fancy black suit. His job was to end life.

13. Let’s Alone Together:

​Pete's been acting weird recently.

It took Patrick a while to notice it, kisses and hugs were slightly shorter for Pete standards, looking more distant and out of it.

Pete's been acting weird ever since they went shopping in Chicago, a week ago. Pete had said he wanted to pick up some Starbucks for the both of them, which he did return with but after a long time.

14.  ​They Say "Quitters Never Win":

​Patrick considered himself an avid gamer. The first time he'd ever done and gaming was when his parents bought him the original Nintendo DS for his eighth birthday. Good times were spent with that little handheld device.

Now, Patrick spent his time gaming on the computer. After he gets home from school, he spent his time playing games with his friends, using Skype as a way to jokingly trash talk them directly.

That’s it, anything past this is too cringey to see the light of day. 

Pattern: I notice that I tend to start with Pete’s point of view when I’m starting my stories. I’m not sure if this comes from the fact that I relate more to him or that Patrick is a hard personality to nail down. I also notice that I write angst and misunderstandings a lot, but I already knew I was an awful person.

I don’t feel like tagging anyone because I don’t know a lot of writer friends :(