#blanket “you are all so stupid for not knowing this an you should be ashamed. you were taught this in school.”

[tele-mesmerism]

is it like unfathomable to ppl on here that not everyone was taught the same things in school or were barely taught them or not in ways they could use or understand. like sorry i went to the alt school and was barely taught reading comprehension and we didnt like. finish books and a lot of where we shouldve learned to use skills was like. ok write an essay on this im not gonna teach you what ur spsd to be doing

[candiiee]

ᴅᴇᴋᴜᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ: ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʏ

summary: izuku falls asleep in your arms after returning from his vigilante shenanigans

warnings: sleepy boi, maybe angst, swearing, anger issues, maybe blurring the line between friends and lovers

an: diskxjcjf, this was rushed

Getting Izuku to come back home, back to you, had been a big pile of angst and depression.

But it was worth it. He was back. He had come back to you.

The other guys had gone through the great trouble of bathing him, and now here he sat, bundled in blankets in the common area.

Everyone surrounded him, watching the sweet boy look so sleepy, and cooing how adorable he looked. Well, mostly you.

And maybe he looked a bit unnerved that everyone (you) was (were) watching him.

“You guys don’t have to watch me..” he said, looking a bit more alert, perhaps deciding to save you the embarrassment.

“Can’t risk you bolting for it.” You answered, tilting your head.

“…really Y/N?” He pouted. He looked adorable. But you weren’t gonna tell him that.

“I can’t believe you thought a simple letter was enough to satisfy m-us. You just had to be all high and mighty and run away.” You say, slightly glaring at him.

He swallowed, “W-Well..” you don’t let him finish.

“Quite frankly, I’m very pissed at you. Like, very.” Everyone had noticed that you seemed to truly miss him, but wasn’t going to let him escape your wrath. You weren’t even gonna let the boy rest. They had all started ever so slowly inching towards the door, sensing the inevitable maybe shit-show.

“Oh that’s true.” Kirishima spoke up, deciding to be the damage control.

He smiled uneasily, “When they got that goodbye note, they were practically ready to go look for you. All while they cursed and looking quite murderous.”

You shot a glare in his direction, signalling him to can it. Whether he saw it or not, he didn’t stop.

“And they-“

Thank goodness Izuku cut him off. “I said I was sorry..”

You glared at him, flicking his forehead. “Sorry or not, you were very stupid.”

He pouted, looking a bit ashamed. It made you feel a bit guilty, but you pushed those feelings down.

“M’ sorry..” he looked like he was going to cry, like the little baby he was.

“I don’t understand how you defeated villains after they tried to capture you, then get all blubbery once anger issues here points out how dangerous and stupid that was.” Bakugo spoke up.

You glare at him, “Stop calling me that.”

He scoffs, then utters, “Make me.”

With a growl, almost launch yourself at him, and find yourself restrained by icythot.

“Fucking icythot let me go!”

“You’re going to hurt Bakugo, and as his friend and yours, I can’t let you do that.” He says calmly.

“We are not friends Icyhot!” Bakugo said, even that was practically a lie.

You tried to free yourself, even thinking about biting him.

“Y/N…” Izuku said, getting off the couch. “I-“

Yaoyorozu cuts in, “L/N, please don’t attack Bakugo-san, and I’m sure Todoroki will let you go.”

You grumbled, but nodded. Todoroki slowly loosened his grip, and because you respected Yaoyorozu, Bakugo didn’t get his face clawed off.

You cross your arms, momentarily forgetting Izuku existed, when he taps your shoulder.

“I really am sorry Y/N..” you eye him, then sigh.

“I know you are. Just..don’t do that again or else I’ll kill you. And go to sleep.” You flick his forehead.

He winces, but nods. He glances towards the couch, then everyone around him.

“Everyone fucking leave.” You say, and while they are used to your swearing, they start to leave. Bakugo glances at Izuku and you, looking like he wants to say something, anything, but sets his jaw and leaves.

You start to follow him, when Izuku tugs on your arm. “Um..could you sleep with me?”

While you would tease him for his choice of words, you cut him some slack, pretending to think about it then nod. “Don‘t see why not.”

He smiles, relieved. “Just don’t expect me to cuddle you.” You tease, and he blushes.

“W-well-I’m n-not s-saying you s-should c-cuddle me, but I’m n-not saying y-you shouldn’t!”

You smirk, tousling his messy hair, messing it up even more. “I’m just teasing.”

He blushes, “I know..”

You lie down on the couch, and he crawls in next to you. He blushes, despite having slept in your arms multiple times before.

You spoon him, your head resting on his shoulder as he pulls the blanket over you two.

You wait a while, and when you’re sure he fell asleep, you whisper, “I did miss you..and I do still feel like throttling you..but I’m glad you’re back.”

You gather your courage, and peck his neck, as it was the closest. You sigh, and doze off, unaware that Izuku was still awake.

@candiiee 2024

dekutober prompts made by @getstarried

taglist: @dokidokidraft @mo0nforme

[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk

❥ mdni. fic masterlist.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 002: PINKY PROMISE.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

"HOW COULD SHE?? SHE DIDN'T TELL ME ANY- OUCH, THAT HURTS!" 

"shut. up." megumi spoke lowly, grabbing his teacher's collar to pull him close. it was way too early to be dealing with gojo's tantrum. "if you keep yelling, everyone will know, and we don't know if she's okay with it."

gojo inhaled, and his eyes went back to the cover of the playboy magazine. you were on your knees, all dolled up, looking at the camera through your long lashes. he could tell you applied kohl on your lower waterline after seeing you do your makeup everyday when you attended his class two years ago. his eyes went over your glossed lips curled in a little smile. despite the absurdity of the situation, he found himself smiling too- he really had a soft spot for you.

his gaze went lower, falling on the fur blanket covering your lap, before going up and seeing your tits spilling out of your pink babydoll, your signature pearl necklace falling on them.  he was practically grinning by then. he clearly remembers you "borrowing" his black card to get it along with a pair of matching jimmy choo's, not that he'll ever scold you for it. 

shaking his head softly to get out of his trance, he raised his head to meet megumi's intense glare. "what? her smile is contagious!" he defended himself. 

"that's not the point." 

gojo tilted his head in confusion at the statement, making his student's eye twitch at his stupidity. "how are you not ashamed of yourself?" megumi rhetorically asked, grabbing the magazine with one hand, his other hand covering his eyes to avoid seeing you in such a suggestive state. after all, you were his upperclassman, and he had respect for you, even if he'll forever deny it. "are you shameless?" 

"yes." gojo admitted with no hesitation. 

megumi was having none of his shit today. before he could open his mouth again, yuuji barged back into the room. "well, my magazines weren't outside and i was pretty sure i packed them- oh! you found them!" he halted his rambling seeing one of them in megumi's hand. "i was just looking for that one too... man, i can't wait to settle down and read it!" yuuji chuckled, walking towards an alarmed megumi, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

megumi felt like his heart was in his throat. this was all happening way too fast, and his body reacted accordingly- by crumbling it and shoving it in his mouth, making yuuji stop dead in his tracks before laughing. 

"you're so funny, fushiguro!" he slapped the boy's back, making him choke on the paper he was trying to swallow. "i thought you kinda had a stick up your ass, but you're actually a comedic genius!"

gojo snorted, amused by yuuji's so-called compliment. he could tell that both of his students will get along despite being very different. he couldn't wait to brag about them to his colleagues.

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

it was midnight already, and gojo was sitting on the edge of his bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone in the dark room. he didn't have anything better to do, and the last 24 hours took a toll on him. with meeting sukuna's vessel, to enrolling him into the school, helping him move in, finding out your little (big) secret, and arguing with the higher-ups was a lot to handle, even for the strongest. on top of that, he had to prepare tomorrow's day, since they have to pick up the other new first year.

his finger hovered over your number, mentally debating if he should call you or not. you were always on his mind, even more since your suspension. but now, after seeing you on- no. he shouldn't think about something so wrong. 

you cut off almost every communication with the jujutsu community, so he didn't have any direct news from you. finally pressing on the green button on his screen, he held his breath. he was conflicted on whether he should back down and hung up or not- he really didn't know how to talk to you.

"hello?" your voice shattered the silence in his room. he could hear the loud music in the background. 

"hey." he sounded breathless, and he didn't know why. maybe it was because this would be his first interaction with you after a whole month. hearing you giggle softly, he felt silly for being so nervous.

"aren't you going to properly greet your favourite student? hm?" he cracked a smile at that. "well, you're not my student anymore so i don't really know..." he teased. "what are you up to anyways? you don't seem to be very sad about being suspended from school."

silence. he could hear your breath and the distant voices surrounding you, but you weren't saying anything. your lack of response worried him slightly. "what's wrong? why did-"

"gojo, i don't think we should talk." he didn't respond, way too surprised by the sudden shift in your tone. he felt his throat getting dry. "why not?" he had so many questions, but he refrained from asking them over the phone. he had called on impulse, that picture of you in his mind, and he wasn't ready to say goodbye so fast. 

"well... i'm supposed to be mad at everybody from the community, you know? it'll go against my point if i talked nice to you." this made gojo think for a bit.

"meet me at harajuku tomorrow. i have people i want you to meet." you were baffled. didn't he hear you?

"i'm not coming back without kirara and hakari." he knew that.

"i'll do something about it. i promise." you opened your mouth to refuse, but the sincerity of his words made you hesitate.

chewing on your bottom lip, you silently weighed the pros and the cons. you took promises seriously. "you pinky promise?"

despite being so exhausted earlier, gojo felt like all of his fatigue disappeared. you did that to him, and the realization made his heart flutter.

"i pinky promise."

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

after hanging up, gojo made his way to the garden to take a little walk. he felt too giddy to fall back asleep right away so he came down to calm himself. from afar, he saw the figure of the third year's teacher standing close to the spot you grew your plants, and he made his way to them.

they were watering them for you, humming under their breath. "she always watered those plants at night, saying that it's better for them that way.", they started, glancing back to gojo momentarily before giving back all their attention to the task at hand.

"she also mentioned how it calms her."

"don't talk about her like she's dead." gojo chuckled. 

"it's not the same here without my students, especially not without her. it's almost lifeless."

gojo was beyond confused by the behaviour of his colleague. "is that your way of dealing with the fact she's gone? watering her plants?"

"they were important to her, so i'm taking care of them until she comes back."

the figure sighs before wiping their dirty hands on their blazer. their fingers clutched the fabric tightly. 

"you know you can tell me anything, don't you?" gojo came closer to the figure, putting a hand on their back.

"we're best friends, aren't we suguru?" at the sound of his name, he turned around, putting his hands in his pockets all while avoiding eye contact.

"i think i like her." gojo's eyes widened and his heart dropped at the blunt confession. 

geto smiled brightly, like he never did before, finally making eye contact with his friend. his eyes were a little glossed, blush apparent on his cheeks. nothing like him a few years ago. he was genuinely happy again. "yeah, i like her."

he took gojo's wrist and held it close. "you're the only strongest now. so promise me you'll bring her back."

gojo thought about you- his pretty (ex-)student on a playboy magazine cover.

"okay. okay, i promise."

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

next!!

©potassiumivy, 2024. all rights reserved. do not translate / modify / republish my works.

[skzimagines]

~ Part 20 ~

Characters: | Obsessive!Hyunjin | Lee know | Female Reader | All of Skz | y/n’s friend. |

Genre: | Polyamory!relationship |

Warnings: | 18+ Minors dni | Smut | swearing | alcohol | threesome activity | Trigger warning! Mentions of self harm and su!cide. PLEASE Do not read if you are triggered by these things.|

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“Ma’am you can’t come with.” One of the paramedics says to me as I go to get in the ambulance with Hyunjin. “Is he going to be okay?” I ask. “He’s stable for now, but we need to get him to the hospital, you guys are welcome to follow behind.” He says, getting into the ambulance and shutting the doors. They quickly turn on their sirens and head to the hospital. Minho and I follow behind.

“What the hell was he thinking?” Minho asks not taking his eyes off the road, as we’re following the ambulance. “He wasn’t. He’s always talked to me about these issues, he’s never acted on them.” I say quietly. “You should have talked to him..” he says. “What?” “You should have been talking to him, but you chose to ignore him, ignore us.” “So you’re blaming this on me?” I ask. “No!” He says. “Well that’s what it sure sounds like!” “That’s not what I’m trying to say.” Silence fell between us. “What I’m trying to say is-” I cut him off. “I don’t need this right now Minho, my best friend just tried to kill himself, and you’re going to sit here and tell me it’s my fault? I could have just lost the love of my life…” Minho lets out a breathy chuckle. “What?” I ask angrily. “The truth comes out..” “what are you talking about!” I ask. “It was always going to be him wasn’t it?” He asks. “Do me a favor… just shut up for the rest of the ride.” I say angrily. Minho lets out a sigh.

We make it to the hospital and into the waiting room. “I called everyone while the paramedics were getting him on the stretcher. They should be here soon.” Minho says, sitting next to me. We sit for another 30 minutes before everyone shows up. Ash runs up to me and pulls me into her arms. “Is he okay?” He asks. “I don’t know, no one’s been over here to let us know anything.” Tears well up again. “Oh hun, everything’s going to be okay.” She says, wiping the tears from my eyes.

•

“Is anyone here for you?” The doctor asks Hyunjin. “I’m not sure.” He whispers, not looking the doctor in the eye, too ashamed to. He woke up in the ambulance. ‘Unfortunately’ he thinks to himself. “Would you like me to check the waiting room?” The doctor asks him. Hyunjin shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll be back..” the doctor leaves the room.

•

I’m sat in the chair, leg bouncing a hundred miles an hour. “Is anyone here for Hwang Hyunjin?” I assume he’s a doctor. We all stand up and his eyes widen. “Okay, let’s just start with one at a time, please.” Everyone looks at me. I quickly grab my bag and walk up to the doctor. He leads me down two halls before reaching Hyunjin’s room. “Whats your name?” He asks. “Y/n.” He knocks on Hyunjin’s door a pops his head in. “Hyunjin.. I have y/n here with me. Is it okay if she comes in?” I assume he says yes when the doctor steps aside to let me in.

I walk into the room and see hyunjin laying in the bed in his hospital gown, IV’s hooked up to him and a blanket sprawled across his lap. “Jinnie..” I whisper before letting out a huge sob and running over to him. He wraps his arms around me as I do him. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.” I cry. He rubs his hand through the back of my hair. “ I’m so sorry.” He whispers. “No… no, don’t apologize. I’m sorry, I should have been there for you. I should have talked to you Jinnie.. I’m sorry..” I say through sobs. He holds my head in his hands and looks me in the eye. “This isn’t your fault, don’t blame yourself, how could you even think that?” He asks sadly. “Because, this whole thing was just stupid. I should have never went to Minho for comfort, I should have never strung you guys along like this. If I never did this, you wouldn’t be here right now.” “Y/n… being with you, even if it was with Minho… is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He pulls back into his arms. “I fell in love with you the first time we all hung out together, when ash introduced you to us�� the way you just lit up then entire room with your presence. Your laugh, the way you play with your necklace when you got nervous…. The way you looked at me.” He says, rocking us back and forth. “I.. I don’t know what to say.” I whisper. “You don’t have to say anything.” He says. I pull away from him and hold his hands in mine, bringing them to my mouth for a kiss . “So, what are they planning on doing?” I ask. “I’m not sure. They want to keep me here for twenty four hours at least, is what the doctor said… keep me on watch. They wanted to stick me in some stupid hospital, I told them no.” He says. “Jinnie.. don’t you think that would be a good idea?” I ask, concerned. “Probably, but I start counseling soon and I guess they’re putting me on some new antidepressant.” He shrugs. “Yeah, Minho told me about the counseling.” I say. “He told you?” He asks, giving me a questioning look. “Yeah, he told me earlier.” “You.. you’ve been talking to him?” He asks quietly. The words just slipped out of my mouth, I didn’t even think of the fact that I had been talking to Minho, yet completely avoiding hyunjin. It wasn’t that I was avoiding him because I was mad at him, I was avoiding him because I don’t know how to love him, after all of this. I never know when I’m doing something wrong, or if the next day is going to be another fight or break up… but I love him, and want to help him at the same time, he knows when to show me love at just the right times, he has been the sunshine to a lot of my rainy days for a very long time. With Minho… he loves me and takes care of me… I don’t have to worry whether or not I’m doing something that bothers him, he talks to me.. understands me…

I love them both… but I can only pick one.

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To be continued…

[aimbutmiss]

It was another long night in the office for Crocodile.

To be fair, it was never intentional. He always reminded himself to retreat to his sleeping quarters at acceptable hours as he sat down to get some work done, but the idea was forgotten the moment he picked up a document.

So, he had severe time management problems. Whatever.

He dropped the paper he was holding and rubbed his temple with a groan. He was getting too old for sleepless nights like this. But work never ended with Cross Guild. He had a lot of things to overlook, even with the help he had from Daz and Buggy, who surprisingly made quite the good businessman. And maybe he was being a bit too cautious—too detailed with his work, but he found out the hard way that attention to detail payed off. He wasn't new to all this, he had built Baroque Works from ground up and he had also very much done the same with Cross Guild. He was proud of his meticulous work habits. No matter how many sleepless nights he had, it was always worth it.

And he loved his office; it was his safe place. He loved having a little corner to himself, away from everyone and everything. Karai Bari was loud, always home to some type of festivity. Crocodile was never one for such ruckus, and only allowed it because it helped with crew morale. But no matter what stupid thing was going on out there, he could shut it out and hide in the peaceful silence of this room. He could crunch numbers day and night, without having to deal with nightmares in his bed.

Yes, Sir Crocodile had nightmares; for he was human like any other.

He wasn't ashamed of his demons, but he'd never admit it to anyone if asked about it. He had spent years building the strong, powerful persona he had. He had convinced many that he was invincible, without weakness. It would all crumble if the world found out he woke up in cold sweat some nights, tears staining his face.

Monsters did not cry.

He slammed his head on the desk and closed his eyes for a second. Trying to get his much needed rest from a few seconds of shut eye was ridiculous, but it was better than nothing.

Before he could get up and get back to work, the door to his office slowly opened. He could have looked up to see who it was, not that there were many people who would walk into his office in the dead of night, but he decided to act as if he had fallen asleep for some reason. He just... felt like it. He didn't move an inch as footsteps approached closer to his desk.

"That could be a fire hazard, you idiot."

The mysterious intruder turned out to be just Buggy, which was weird. The clown had no reason to pay him a visit, especially not at this hour. The man picked up the lit cigar on the ashtray and put it out. A few second later, he gently laid a blanket on the "sleeping" man's shoulders, making sure he was covered up nicely. He hadn't moved from his place, so he must have detached his hands to pick it up from wherever.

"You don't have to work yourself this hard, you stubborn old man."

Crocodile was suddenly hyper aware of everything: the smell of Buggy's newly washed hair; his hand on his back, drawing slow circles into his tense muscles... He felt himself involuntarily relax into the touch.

"I could have changed you into something more comfortable and carried you to your bed if you weren't built like a fucking sea king. Oh well, this should do for now."

Before his business partner left the room, he could barely feel him give a kiss on his head. Yet it was enough to make the hairs on his neck stand up.

Buggy walked to the door, trying his best to be silent, and shut the lights. He left with a gentle whisper of "Good night." and Crocodile didn't have it in himself to get up for the next... God knows how long.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep just like that. When he woke up the next morning, he had mild back pain from sleeping while hunched over a chair. But despite that, he hadn't slept so well in ages.

No nightmares, just a warm blanket and the lingering smell of shampoo.

[alicerosejensen]

⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️

!!!SELF-HARM!!!

All right, I myself still experience this shit that has been with me for many years. So this blog is my outlet. When I was a teenager, I did self-harm, it's terrible, but I thought it was better than antidepressants, which left an emptiness inside. I really felt better, but it didn’t help my mental health in any way.

Please, if this is a painful topic for you, then just scroll down.

I need Leon, who will beat the shit out of me with a suplex 🤣 And then he will hug and regret. Sudden headcanon - Leon ALWAYS takes care of his beloved.

- self-harm is a thing of the past, but the scars on your skin are now forever with you

- Wide leather bracelets, long sleeves, closed dresses - cut marks should be hidden.

- Everyone deals with their own pain as best they can. If Leon prefers alcohol, then the old folding knife is still in your pocket.

- Leon finds out about your past "hobby" quite by accident.

- He will notice the cuts when you decide to spend the night with him.

- This surprised him unpleasantly, but no condemnation. Leon will run his thumb over the scars, trying to gently ask why did you do this and are you still going on?

- "I felt like a terrible person. This was my reset button. I needed to dispel this fog in my head."

-You probably won't notice, but Leon will be watching closely to see if you have any new scars.

- He will give you all the support he can, especially if you are in therapy. Leon understands how important this is!

- Your pocket knife has gone missing.

- "Princess, why do you need him? Do you want us to talk about what's bothering you? Maybe you want to take a walk? "

- Of course, the number of sharp objects was halved. He's not paranoid, but it's better that you don't have any temptation to hurt yourself. Leon is just worried but happy to see your sincere smile after his stupid joke.

- Don't feel bad for yourself. People can be pieces of shit, but they shouldn't be the reason for your tears and your pain.

- If Leon has the opportunity (we all know he has a fucking important job) he will remind you to take your medicine. Doesn't work or do you feel worse? We'll find another psychotherapist.

- The DSO still pays him well.

- When everything is fine with you, Leon will become more serene

- He kisses your wrists, always speaking kindly to you. Your head lies on his chest, and a blanket is tangled somewhere in his legs. Don't be ashamed of your past! He doesn't blame you for hurting yourself. Those who brought you to this are to blame.

- Sharp things are back in range... but your pocketknife remains missing.

- No need to ask him where he hid it. You will most likely never find it again.

- Leon is still watching you vigilantly as you cut food in the kitchen.

- "I'm not going to make myself hara-kiri!"

- Maybe I just like watching you cook."

- This is partly true. Just give him more time. Leon loves and trusts you, but he's calmer this way.

P.S. God save Leon S(exy) Kennedy!

[endlessnightlock]

I wrote a little Everlark drabble based on this post by @adsosfraser.

“It’s so gross, isn’t it?” Katniss asks. She won’t look at Peeta, instead stares at the way her hand looks against the yellowish white of the sweat-stained pillow. 

Once Sae realized she wasn’t going upstairs to sleep or bathe or anything (Katniss could molt on this sofa just as well as anywhere else) she sent her little granddaughter upstairs to retrieve a pillow and blanket for her. She’d probably be dead now too if it weren’t for Sae. She wonders if Sae knows how much she owes her. But she needs to stop thinking about things owed. 

Peeta sits with her, her head on his lap. His fingers that look like hers (is that why she was staring at her hands, thinking of him?) are working through the tangled mess of her hair. 

He laughs under his breath, and a real smile pulls the corners of her lips up. “It’s not gross,” he insists. “It’s like a puzzle. Pulling each section apart, freeing them from each other. Really I should thank you.”

She sighs. The condition she let herself get into before he came back is embarrassing, but she doesn’t have the where-with-all to remind herself she should be ashamed. Besides, his touch feels so good she can’t keep her eyes open. 

Dogged, focused Peeta spends what must be an eternity working through her hair, apologizing each time he pulls or snips with the kitchen scissors, or strands simply come out. She hardly notices. She’s not sure how long it takes him to work his way through it all because time is a endless thing now and with him she feels at peace, but she catches the contented noise he makes when it’s done.

“Sit up,” Peeta says. “I’ll braid it for you.”

She doesn’t think there is enough hair left to braid and she must be right, because he eventually harumps in frustration. “Well this is a fucking mess,” he says, disgusted with himself. Short hair tickles the side of her ear, her neck.

“Guess you’re better at untangling,” she says, fingering the attempted braid.

Peeta wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest. She squeaks in surprise, and his chest shakes with bemused laughter. “So I suck.”

Eyes closing at the simple comfort of him holding her, Katniss laughs into the crook of his arm. “No, it’s my hair that sucks,” she insists.

It’s so stupid and trivial, thinking about hair and braids, but it feels good to be stupid and trivial for once, laughing with Peeta. 

He rests his chin on the crown of her head.

“I have an idea,” he says. “There’s a memory I want to recreate.”

The two braids come out worlds better, like maybe that was his intention the whole time.

[grampstaxidermy87]

Are you able to write about poly lost boys x male reader who has bipolar? Maybe he's going through a depressive episode or something?

I’m here

An:Hello my lovelies! I’m back after my sudden hiatus, I am sorry this took me so long but life had gotten pretty hectic, all good things I promise! Anyways I do hope you like it! ❤️

Warning: Bipolar!Reader, Male pronouns used, poor mental health, Suicidal thoughts, Swearing.

It was hard to pinpoint an exact reason why my body suddenly refused to move, and yet my mind was racing. That voice that was usually in the back of my mind now took up all of my brain, telling me I wasn’t good enough,that I should just wither away because everyone hates me.

The stress was the worst part, making me feel ashamed for having emotions,that maybe I wouldn’t be feeling like this if I wasn’t so weak…if I were stronger I would be happy.

The blankets felt suffocating around me, but I felt nauseous of the idea of building up the energy to kick them off. Looking up with heavy eyes I saw my clock flashing ‘8:50’ which meant my boys were probably already at the boardwalk waiting for me while I laid here being useless.

That voice spoke louder,they were better off without me dragging them down, they would have more fun now that they didn’t have to worry about me.

Tears filled my eyes as I hugged my stuffed bear tighter, it was a gift from David after he had caught me staring at it and the next day I woke up to it sitting on my bedside table staring at me.

Of course the stoic leader denied having any idea of what I was talking about when I thanked him, but I could see the way his beautiful blue eyes softened when he thought I wasn’t looking.

It still smelled like them, to the point where I was pretty sure they each rubbed their scent on it just so I would end up smelling like them.

That thought brought a small hint of a smile to my face, I really missed them...

A sudden knock on the window beside my bed made me jump, "Babe? You sleeping?" Marko...

"Come on Doll, we know you're awake." David said sliding the window up and slipping inside, they didn't need permission to enter, I gave it to them so long ago that they just waltzed right in whenever they wanted.

"Aww look at our mate wrapped up like a cute little burrito!" Paul cooed hopping in and laying down behind me, I didn't bother moving over since he was just going to tangle himself around me anyways.

He had no idea how much comfort such a simple act brought me right now, the pressure helping to keep me grounded and not get lost in my spiraling mentality.

"Hey Baby boy, we missed you at the boardwalk. Are you feeling sick?" Dwayne's concerned eyes stared into mine as he knelt down beside the bed, reaching up to brush my matted hair out of my face.

"Physically yes..." David sat on his designated chair at my desk, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"Is it happening again? Doll you should have called Max, he would have told us earlier so you didn't have to be alone." David scolded lightly, knowing I wasn't exactly thinking rationally when I was like this.

"I didn't want to bother anyone, I shouldn't need a babysitter anytime I feel a little sad." I huffed forcing myself to sit up, Paul fallowed and brought me back into his chest as he gently hugged me.

"Baby, this isn't just you being a little sad. We love you and want to be here for you, what kind of mates would we be if we can't help you with these kinds of things." Marko sat on the bed and took one of my hands, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles in soothing circles.

Despite how soft they were being with me I just felt so angry, defeated. I didn’t know how much longer I could deal with this stupid disorder.

“I love you guys too…I just wish I didn’t feel like this! I don’t even remember what triggered it this time…” I hadn’t even realized I was crying until Dwayne was wiping the tears off my cheeks.

“It’s okay to be upset my handsome prince, Your feelings are completely valid. But bottling it all up isn’t healthy,you’ll only end up hurting yourself. That’s why we want you to rely on us too.” The others voiced their agreements and I looked up as David approached and cupped my chin,making me shiver from the intensity of those striking blue eyes of his.

“You’re not going to scare us away,if that’s what you’re afraid of. We are immortal vampires who kill to survive, you being Bipolar isn’t going to make us change the fact that we love you more than you’ll ever know. We have killed for you,Ripped bastards apart for even looking at you the wrong way.” He said leaned down until our faces were inches apart.

“Isn’t that enough to prove our complete and utter devotion to you?” My breath hitched in my throat and he smirked when he heard my heart skip a beat.

“Such a romantic Davey.” Paul teased earning a smack up the head from Marko for ruining the moment,”Shut up Paul.”

They started arguing but stopped once hearing the quiet chuckle that passed my lips as i tiredly rubbed at my cheeks, “I love you guys, I’m so-“ ,”(Y/n), if the next two words out of you mouth are ‘I’m sorry’ I will smack you.” Dwayne warned successfully shutting me up.

“You have nothing to apologize for babe, You’re allowed to have emotions. And yea sometimes they really suck ass, but you’re not alone.” Paul cooed cuddling into me and pressing a kiss on my neck.

Marko moved to press a kiss to my cheek and sat back with a smile,“He’s right love, you’re stuck with us.” A teasing smile tugged at my lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, “Lucky me…”

The terror twins immediately tackled me back into bed, with feral grins and merciless fingers that tickled all the spots they knew by heart.

Dwayne and David stood off to the side, smiling at the three of us softly. They were happy to hear my laughter, no matter how far into my own head I got they would always be there to bring me back or offer a listening ear.

Because we were family, one big messy family.

[astrid-nomically-steddie]

More angst because I'm mentally ill and probably going to fail school. Life's great 😀👍

Edit: ok so I pretty much started and I decided on hurt/comfort.

Ok enjoy, muah ❤

Dancing the Sad Away

The quarry is the quiet place to think. The one he met Eddie at, when he was at his lowest. The one where he wanted to do nothing but let Eddie hold him. He can't do that now. Never be able to. Because Eddie hasn't talked to him in weeks and he doesn't know why. Except he does.

Because he kissed Eddie.

That's why.

Because Eddie is straight and doesn't like him like that.

He made a move he shouldn't have and now he lost his best friend.

Steve feels like crying. So he does. Fucking bawls his eyes out. He misses Eddie so so much. But he's not here and it's Steve's fault. It's his fault for not talking and just doing. Making a choice he shouldn't have because Eddie is straight. And he hates himself for it.

In order for Steve to feel better he decides to get out of his car but not before turning on and almost blasting the radio. Some random top 40 pop song plays and he hops out. Walks around in his blue and white striped pajama pants and sits on the roof of his car. He brings his knees to his chest and leans back.

'I wish Eddie was here' his brain whispers to him. Haunting him of the stupid mistake he made. Of the mistake of kissing a straight guy. Steve already hates himself for it and feels so guilty about it. He doesn't need his stupid brain torturing him about the guy.

Gods he's a loser.

Lost in his thoughts Steve doesn't hear a car pull up a few feet away from him. He doesn't even realize anyone's there until he hears a voice.

"Hey." It's Eddie. At first he thinks his mind is playing tricks on him again but then he sees him leaning against the side of his car out of his peripheral vision. He almost violently turns his head to look at him. Steve is completely shocked and a little nervous. He's speechless really. So when he doesn't reply Eddie smiles awkwardly and takes a step back while looking down at his shoes. He wants to tell Eddie to stop. Wants to tell him it's so ok for him to be so close to him. But he can't.

"I know you haven't seen me in ages and I'm sorry. I just- God Stevie." Eddie turns his head to the side while his hand shakily rubs his face. "I needed time to think, to- to understand what I felt."

There's nothing in Steve's brain but the fact that he might get rejected and Eddie still calms him Stevie. It makes him want to cry even more. And it's all his fault.

"I just-. I think I-," Steve can't stand what he's about to say so he decides to just say what he wants to first.

"I'm sorry." He doesn't look at Eddie when he says it. Can't stand looking at him when he knows what's happening and what he's going to say to him.

"What?" And Eddie, sweet sweet Eddie has the need to to act confused.

"I'm sorry. You know for... kissing.. you." Steve explains, feeling even more ashamed when he whispers kissing like some stupid middle school boy. He feels utterly guilty and stupid for even trying to kiss Eddie. Like he didn't know what Eddie would think. Like he's some stupid hopless romantic in a love story where everything works out. But this isn't a book, this is reality. And he needs to wake up.

"Stevie..." He starts, "Don't apologize." His voice is softer than it should be when rejecting someone that it makes Steve finally look at him.

When he turns his head he almost immediately sobs at the sight of him. His eyes are red, not in the way they usually are when he smokes. There's bags under them too. His hair looks extra messy, and not the good kind. And there's this sad expression on his face that makes Steve want to wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him until they fall asleep.

"Why not?" Steve's voice is higher than it should be and it cracks like a 13 year-old boy's the day before puberty starts. And Eddie steps closer to him. He looks at Steve with such gentleness that a tear slips from his eye. And Eddie, being the fucking amazing person that he is, wipes it. His hand doesn't move from his cheek though.

"Because I needed to except that... I wanted you." Now Eddie is tearing up and it stings Steve heart in a way nothing ever did. He closes his eyes, feeling himself not wanting to believe this dream and just wake up. He can't believe this is happening to him. He's wanted this forever and he wants to know what good he did to get this. To get him. "I didn't think I could feel like this. I just thought I was never really interested in anyone but then I realized I've just never really felt like this for girls. That in of itself freaked me the fuck out."

When Eddie starts talking and his hand begins to slip from Steve's face he feels the need to listen. To open his eyes and look at him because he needed that back then so he's needs to give Eddie this now.

"I- I never thought I was gay! I just kind of assumed that guys just thought about guys a certain way. I didn't know that meant I wasn't into girls." Eddie is looking down at his feet again, a sign of how vulnerable he's being right now, and Steve wants to hug him. He wants to tell him that it's ok. That he gets it because he's been through the same thing. "And Steve," and now he's looking at him again with that expression. The one he could never figure out what it was before; maybe now he can.

"Oh, Stevie..." Eddie walks to stand in front of Steve. He grabs his face and smiles at him so soft he practically melts. "I am so sorry. For ever letting you think I never wanted you back. I just- didn't know that's what it was. Why I felt like this." He's so sincere that Steve feels a tsunami of relief was over him. He brings his hands to sit on top of Eddie's and he squeezes them oh so gently, just like he always wanted to.

"It's okay." He tells him. He wants- no he needs Eddie to understand what he really truly feels about him. "I just- thought that you were straight and that I ruined everything-"

"No!"Eddie interrupts him this time. "No Stevie you could never. I almost ruined everything." He let's go of Steve's face abruptly and takes a step or two back. Eddie's still close he's just nervous, judging by the way he looks down at his feet again. "That is if you still want me." He looks at Steve with those gorgeous Bambi-like eyes and, how could Steve say no?

How could he say no to this vulnerable, soft and perfect man? The answer is he doesn't. Steve just smiles at him, big, and laughs under his breath. It's just a minute of him laughing quietly at his question. He shakes his head and smiles the widest smile he's ever smiled, then looks up at Eddie. Beautiful, gorgeous Eddie. "Of course not. I've always wanted you. Always." And when he says that a look of relief spills from Steve to Eddie, the tidal wave crashing into the ocean and letting Eddie step back over the line. The line of friendship and more.

When his lips make it over its better than the first time. Steve feels everything Eddie does through the connection of just their lips. It's a bond of emotions he's always wanted to feel but was never able to. His hands grab at the first thing they can get their grip on. The collar of Eddie's shirt. The black long-sleeved shirt he usually wears to sleep because of their broken heater in the trailer. It's the shirt Steve gave him three Christmases ago when they found out th air conditioning and heater broke. He's worn it to bed ever since and it just makes everything feel that much more intimate.

When they pull away, it's slowly as if they can't enough of the taste of more than just friends. Steve opens his eyes to see pretty pink cheeks and even prettier eyes. Eddie's eyes are so filled with love that his pupil reflecting it is so big you can barley see the beautiful chocolate brown of them. But Steve does. Because he always sees them. Sees Eddie.

"I love you. Did you know that?" Steve almost doesn't even register Eddie's voice until his brain is less mush. When he can actually think and process things he's completely taken aback by Eddie's words.

"What?" He just can't believe someone as good and perfect as Eddie could feel that about him.

"I love you." Eddie is laughing just the slightest under his breath but Steve catches it anyway. They're so in tune with each other that the other always notices everything. And this time Steve is almost offended by Eddie's amusement of how slow Steve's brain is. But then he looks at him, really looks at him. And all that he can see are the crows of his eyes and the single dimple on the left side of his face.

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes at Eddie's laughter. He pushes his shoulder and pretends to be annoyed at Eddie laughing at him but he knows his small smile betrays him. This makes Eddie laugh even more, this time a little louder and much more genuine. It's so contagious that steve can't help but join in, even the smallest scoff of a laugh.

"You're lucky I love you too." He finally responds after Eddie's huge laughter fit. Steve is looking at Eddie with such a soft but amused smile when he says it that it makes Eddie's expression soften a little more.

"I am lucky aren't I?" And God he sounds so sure and in love that Steve's heart just lurches at him, making his arms go with it. They grab and grip onto Eddie like a koala and he just laughs and hugs back. A slow romantic love song interrupts them.

This is when they both realize the radio is still playing. Eddie, being so overly charming like he always is, smiles at him like he's got a plan. Steve watches as he walks over and reaches into the car. The radio is turned on more so they can both hear it more clearly. When Eddie goes to stand in front of Steve again, he bows. Actually bows in front of him and extends his hand. "Care to dance my good sir?"

Steve snorts and being the hopless romantic they both know he is accepts his offer and rests his hand on top of Eddie's. He pulls Steve in as close as he can get him. Their fingers are interlocked and Eddie's hand is on his waist. They start to sway slowly to the beat, hearing Frank Sinatra but feeling everything they've always wanted to say in just the small movements of their bodies.

Wddie turns him and he ends up glwith his back against Eddie's chest as he grips onto Steve's waist with one hand. The other hand is tightly gripped by him and Steve feels like he's living his dream. He closes his eyes and succumbs to the music, leaning his head back onto Eddie's shoulder. Eddie moves his head to breath in Steve, nose pressed against his shoulder.

And all Steve can think is that maybe he never made a mistake.

Maybe he just needed patience.

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Edit: now on ao3

[nightfallgame]

SHORT — Alistair Tenebrae (01)

Originally Written: 07-26-20

Prompt: Alistair sneaking into his S/O's bed for the first time after having a nightmare?

Staying the night at someone's house is... weird. Alistair has only been out of his parents' home for five days— ever. He's still not used to waking up to a room that's not his own. 

The guest room you've given him is smaller than his bedroom back at the mansion. The bed is smaller too. Alistair is used to being a very small body in the middle of a very big bed with a dark, swooping canopy overhead. Now, his back is up against the wall and the bed is only about twice as wide as he is. 

You tell him it'll quit feeling strange soon enough. 

In a way, Alistair likes sleeping on his own. He's not in his parents' house. There's no one to tell him what he can do and where he's allowed to go. 

But there's also a very distinct hole missing. 

One in the shape of his brother. 

Trouble sleeping is a concept that Alistair is well used to. He's had nightmares since he was a small child— awful, noisy things that have him waking up either screaming or in tears. The kind where he's never able to go back to sleep on his own. 

Thirty minutes ago, Alistair woke up after a— thankfully— minor one. He's laid in bed from that point on, not sleeping a bit. He's crying, but just the quiet sniffles and streaking tears that are easy to hide. It's the first nightmare he's had since he's been staying with you. But... up until tonight, he'd been passing out, exhausted, after staying up much too late doing all kinds of fun things with you. 

Normally, this would be the point where Alistair grabs his pillow, sneaks out of his room, and slips into Christian's. This would be when he curls up next to the small, warm body of his older brother and sleeps without so much as a flicker of another bad dream. 

There's no Christian here. 

It's sinking in that Alistair is alone. 

He rolls over a couple of times, thinking with increasing anxiety on the thought that there's nowhere for him to go. 

Your room is just down the hall, of course, but you don't know about the stupid nightmares yet— and Alistair doesn't really want to change that. He's old enough that he shouldn't have to go crawling into his partner's bed just because he got scared. 

Even as sheltered as his life has been, Alistair knows enough to understand that he should be ashamed of wanting that. 

But sleep isn't coming back, and Alistair is quickly coming to the unpleasant conclusion that he doesn't have much of a choice. His heartbeat won't settle down. The tears won't stop. He has that awful, miserable feeling of dread that sinks into him after a bad dream and doesn't leave him alone. No matter how much he hates it, he's scared. 

Alistair looks at the clock. 3:28 AM. Too late and too early at the same time. 

After a few more minutes of trying to force himself to quit crying, Alistair lets out a little growl, rolls over, and slides to his feet.

Like he's used to, he grabs his pillow and slinks out into the hall. His bare feet are on cheap carpet instead of unyielding hardwood, though, and there are city lights outside the windows instead of blackness. There are no servants here. There's no one in the whole house but you and himself. 

Somehow, it's lonely. 

Alistair slips into your room just as quietly as he's always done at home. Your sleeping form is curled up under the blankets, utterly peaceful. 

Unwillingly, he lets out a little hiccup of a sob. You're not his brother. You might laugh at him. You might shove him away and tell him to sleep on his own. There are a thousand things that could go wrong, and suddenly, Alistair is conscious of all of them. 

He's never thought like this before. With everyone else, he takes what he wants and does the same. Alistair has never once cared what another person thought of him, and yet—

With you, he cares more than he wants to admit. 

With hesitation and a deep swallow, Alistair pulls back the corner of your blankets. He sets his pillow down beside you and slithers inside. You're bigger than Christian is, and warm. As soon as he's under the blankets, he can feel it. The spot next to you is way too comfortable when he settles into it. 

As soon as he sinks into that heat, Alistair feels himself relax. He's not alone anymore, he thinks as a wave of sleepiness hits him. He's not in some strange, unfamiliar room where he's at the mercy of whatever demons his dreams can summon. He's right beside the person who's showing him the world. Alistair sighs, snuggling closer to your back on reflex. Having you pressed up next to him makes everything feel better. 

"Ali..?" your sleepy voice mumbles. 

Instead of snapping out some snarky retort or trying to defend himself, Alistair gives a little whine and cuddles even closer. 

You roll over. 

"What's wrong?" you ask. He doesn't answer. "Was it a nightmare or something?"

Alistair feels himself tense up. 

"Wanna sleep..." he mumbles back at you. This is a conversation that can be held in the morning— when he can act like his usual self and not feel quite so vulnerable. 

"Mmm... okay. C'mere, brat."

With that affectionate nickname, you wrap one arm around Alistair's shoulders, bringing his face to your chest. It's warmer like that, and this close, he can even hear the subtle sound of your heartbeat. Christian used to cuddle him too, of course... but this feels different. You're holding him like you want to keep him safe from everything, like he's all yours. 

Alistair lets out a soft sigh. He feels his body go lax. Lying so close to you is sending him right to sleep. He knows that the nightmares will leave him alone this time. 

He can trust you just as much as he could ever trust Christian to look out for him. 

[krikeymate]

Wait but can you imagine if Sam had a twin brother or sister who would be as protective as her. Tara would go mad and I like it

Sam has a twin brother, Raimi.

It's funny. Before the diary, Raimi was always the troublemaker. Sam was the one looking after Tara and trying to keep the peace and be the adult in their house when their parents wouldn't. Raimi liked to have fun, to be the kids they were. Sam thought he had no sense of responsibility. All she wanted was for him to grow up.

Sam and Raimi love each other dearly, they're like two halves of a whole... but that changed when Tara came about, and Raimi's ashamed to say he was jealous. Sam looked at the baby like she was her whole world, where it used to be him. He acts out. He loves his baby sister, he just wishes Sam would pay a little more attention to him too.

Then Sam finds the diary, and everything changes.

He listens to his family scream, standing quietly in the hall. When Tara rushes out, he ushers her back into her room and sits with her as they yell. He's old enough to piece together sentences from the scattered words he can hear. Tara isn't. She crawls into his lap and for the first time, he lets her. He does his best to distract her, and him.

In the aftermath, he gets quiet. He tries to fill the void with Tara that Sam leaves behind as she withdraws into herself. He regrets that it doesn't work, wishes he had spent more time with the girl- with Sam. If he had, maybe he would know how to help them.

He becomes the man of the house, by order of his mother. He gets a job, earns as much as he can. Sam falls apart. He covers for her, when he can, but all she wants to do these days is scream at their mother and suffer.

They share the same father, the news impacts them both, yet for once, there is a divide between them that he just can't cross. He feels as betrayed as she does, he misses the man he called father, who would take him to baseball games and ruffle his hair and talk about how proud he was of him, how alike they were. Where was that man? Was it all a lie?

(It's a long time before he learns that Sam was never upset about their father leaving, but about the truth, how it gave credence to a dark corner of her mind).

Sam leaves, and Raimi steps up. Tara never wants him the way she wants her sister, he's long since accepted that. (Secretly, he thinks that he wants Sam more than her too. He hates that thought, banishes it away). But Sam leaves, and they become closer. Raimi can't be there for it all, he works long hours to provide for them as their mother drinks it all away, but he does his best.

He feels conflicted every time he wakes up on the couch to find himself covered in a blanket, shoes off and to the side, a covered meal and a drink waiting for him on the coffee table. He never wants Tara to be the little woman of the house like he was the little man. He wants Tara to be the kid he could no longer be.

Nobody really gets what they want.

He's at work when Tara is attacked. He never forgives himself.

Sam comes home, and he can't quite forgive her either. She abandoned them. He keeps his anger under check, Tara doesn't need this right now. She needs the freedom to feel what she feels.

Raimi's the one who appears in the hospital. He gets sliced by Ghostface, and, distracted by Richie yelling out, knocked out against the door. Once that's all over, he tells Sam to take Tara and to leave, that he'll follow when he's able to get out. Richie convinces him that's stupid, that's he's injured not crippled and they all should get out of this town, together.

So they leave, together. Or... don't leave.

Richie tries to convince Sam that Tara is the other Ghostface, then, when that doesn't work, tries to convince her it's Raimi. After all, Amber's always had a crush on her brother, and why wouldn't he attack Tara and try to attack Sam... Sam left him all alone to take care of the little sister he never really wanted, he feels like he's had his childhood stolen from him. Sam knew it would never be her sister, but Raimi... he is Billy Loomis' son after all...

Raimi watches as his twin stabs a man to death with a manic look in her eye. He watches his little sister shoot a girl she loves in the head.

He feels something inside him break, like he's been reduced to the odd one out yet again.

Skip forward, Sam gets anxious and paranoid, is desperate to keep Tara within her sight, within her grasp. Raimi gets frustrated with both of them, jealousy and guilt over the jealousy waging a war inside of him. Tara won't talk about how she's feeling - not that she ever did, and Sam. Sam.

Sam gets it in her head that she's going to go with Tara to college. Raimi won't let them go off together alone.

Sam doesn't get to just come back and steal his little sister, not after she threw her away.

Tara becomes suffocated, under her own trauma, under the weight of a sibling rivalry she's been involved with since the moment she was born.

[epithet-beloved]

Hello! Can I request some romantic coded Sylvie hcs? I just think it'd be funny how he'd act having a silly teen boy crush.

SYLVIE WITH A CRUSH

synopsis… Headcanons on Sylvie is like with a crush.

ft. Sylvester "Sylvie" Ashling

tags… pre-established relationship, tooth rotting fluff

word count… 512

a/n… I am a proud parent to exactly 1 sheep boy I encourage him ✧ 🌸

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie with a crush is so ashamed, because he gets love stupid. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie with a crush is shy, and standoffish, despite how much his heart flutters when you're around. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He tries to logically sort out these emotions, and analyze his own mind. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 But the more he dwells on it…the more he doesn't mind being an idiot with emotions. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie finds ways to express his feelings without words, such as flower language, or giving you gifts he personally thinks you'd enjoy. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He's a stupid teen boy, and he's crushing so hard that it's such a struggle for him to express himself sometimes. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you give him your time and attention? He's so giddy. He is trying so hard not to show it, but he's bouncing in place wanting to talk to you as much as possible. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He also advises you quite often because he believes he knows best, and he wants to make you happy as much as he can! 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie is quite enthusiastic to share his interests with you. He'll make you a little blanket fort and sit under there with you, telling you all about his interests. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 But, that doesn't make him inattentive. If you start chatting to him about something, he'll turn to you and stare all swooning. He's such a sap. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He didn't fall first, but God, he fell so hard it's like he was struck by a van with his crush. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If he's smaller than you, he's so embarrassed trying to get your attention sometimes. But, if you're shorter, he'll be a gentleman and grab books for you (using his sheep as a boost). 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Speaking of, he's so sweet. He gets doors, chairs and umbrellas for you, you're his crush he has to impress you! 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If it's cold out, he hesitates before offering you his jacket. He says he'll be fine without it (he shivers like the world's most frightened leaf). 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you're gone too long, he gets kind of sad that he's all alone. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It's not that he needs a lot of your time… he just… needs your affection. Or else he'll get too worried without you there. Even a weekend alone gets him missing you. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you struggle to sleep, he'll invite you for sleepovers to nap on his sheep. They love to be held, and he is close to admitting he wants to be held too, just a little bit. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 There are many ways that Sylvie shows love but one of the particular ones he prefers is holding a hand under a table, even if you don't understand yet that it's romantic. He just wants you to be a little closer to him and relying on you just a little bit more, even if it makes him a bit flustered when you willingly hold his hand back. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He's also a bit of a sweetheart and can't really understand how to communicate his feelings directly which is why he has so many roundabout methods even though he knows he should just directly say it and get it out. Truth is he's just a quite shy boy.

[nicksbestie]

Heyy I was the one who requested calum’s fluff! Maybe something to do with y/n being super stressed/anxious and cal helping her deal with those emotions? Being like a security point for her

Breaking Point

word count : 722

warnings : stress, crying

<3

Everybody has a breaking point, whether they’ve hit it yet or not.

You knew you had one, and you also knew that you’d now hit it. You’d spent the entire morning crying, some stress, some frustration, all exhaustion. You were a writer, and you had massive deadlines coming up. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but you had finally burnt out, and that was making it really difficult to get anything done. You’d simply sat in your bed, looking at your laptop screen, and just burst out sobbing. 

Calum was away running errands, a long list of who knows what in his hand as he left. He was clearly trying to give you some space to get your work done while he wasn’t there, but his plan had backfired and you needed him now more than ever. This type of stress and panic didn’t hit you often, but when it did, he was one of the only people in the world who could relax you and help you succeed in completing whatever was stressing you out. He always kept his cool, and he always seemed to brush away those huge spiderwebs clouding your brain. 

Seeing Calum’s Life360 notification alerting you that he was nearing the house, you shut down your laptop and went to go curl up on the couch, flipping on the television and hoping that most of your tear tracks had dried and Calum couldn’t tell you’d been struggling. However, when he walked in the door and into the living room, you weren’t that lucky. 

Calum knew you better than you thought he did, and he knew that if he immediately confronted you about it, it wouldn't help and you probably wouldn’t want to talk right then. So he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he walked past the couch into your shared room, going to change. He easily ditched the shirt he was wearing, changing into some sweatpants but deciding against another shirt, tattoos on display. He came and gently pulled back the blanket, sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you just want to sit in silence for a bit before we work through it?” 

You’d never been more grateful for him. He knew you inside and out, like the back of his own hand, and was always so gentle when handling any of your emotions. He knew exactly how to help you relax. You didn’t say anything, just curling impossibly closer under his arm, and he took the message as he gently ran his hand up and down your side to calm you down. You both laid there for a moment, watching whatever was playing. You hadn’t even really looked at it, just turned on some random show to mindlessly stare at. It didn’t take much longer for you to break and begin to speak. 

“I just can’t get anything done. It’s stupid, I know, but the words just aren’t working. They won’t flow like they normally do.” 

Calum thoughtfully hummed, still gently caressing you before speaking. 

“First of all, it’s not stupid. You don’t have to degrade yourself for something that isn’t your fault, and you’re always allowed to feel your emotions when you get them. It’s never going to be something that you should feel ashamed or stupid for. Secondly, motivation comes and goes. I have it happen to me all the time. I’ll spend a week in the studio and the rest of the guys will be carrying the entire process. It’s part of being an artist, and a writer. Don’t beat yourself up for that. I know you have a lot of deadlines coming up, and I’m more than happy to help you in any way I can, but we’re not gonna worry about it right now. Your closest deadline is next week, so you can take the rest of today and relax.” 

There was nothing in the world that made you feel better than Calum’s comfort. You spent the rest of the night curled up in his arms, minus when he got up to get you both food and drinks. He was nothing but soft, always keeping his voice low, knowing your emotions were running high. Your deadlines could wait, you felt loved right now.

[kayforpay]

oh man. would love to see ur take on Karkat arguing that Gamzee should even be allowed to _live_ on Earth C....

It was always awkward to have to ask someone to speak on your behalf. If not for Karkat's wary first approach, Gamzee simply wouldn't have asked at all; what he had done, even if it wasn't entirely under his control, wasn't something he would forgive.

He had liked Nepeta, appreciated Terezi, and tolerated Equius. He wouldn't forgive someone else, even if they didn't have foggy memories of monsters that sounded like his friends, that looked like eels moving under their skin, and the desperate need to eradicate them.

But Karkat was, like usual, better than he was.

Waking up in control of his body was a shock. He had spent days curled on his side, struggling to keep even liquids down and in more pain than he could recognize. How had he detoxed without feeling it? Every nerve in his body was burning for a wipe, and he didn't even try to contact anyone. The fact that he had come through the end of the game wasn't even on his mind until he realized that the hive he was in had windows that didn't have automated shades.

Before that, he had hoped that the entire ordeal was a dayterror.

Then, almost immediately after he was aware enough to realize what had happened, Karkat let himself in. Reddish tears streamed down his face as he collapsed next to Gamzee's pathetic pile, his voice hushed as he gripped Gamzee's horns almost painfully to force him to look up.

"You're alive. Thank the stupid fucking human god. You're alive." He had pressed his forehead to Gamzee's own, had cupped his cheeks, and shook with emotion. "I'm so glad. I was so worried, Gamzee. I was so scared, I thought you were-- I thought you didn't win with us."

Gamzee had put a hand on Karkat's cheek (no way he could have known how warm his skin was in real life, how different it would feel when his body was his own again, how soft) and finally let himself cry.

The next month, since the humans insisted on taking over calendars and the world was more human than troll, consisted of everyone getting their footing again. The ones who had reached god-tier were still there, but he didn't actually know if that counted him or not. He wasn't privy to what he did, in the long gaps when Aranea had smothered his consciousness under a sickening blue blanket. For all he knew, he was faking the entire time, just for her amusement.

After that, once everyone found each other again, since the game had seen fit to mix sessions and revive everyone for, presumably, some kind of fucked-up bonus prize, Gamzee was immediately on the outside. He didn't blame them. Nepeta and Terezi were terrified of him; Equius was disgusted with both Gamzee and himself, and seemed more ashamed than anything when their eyes would meet.

Karkat told him, clearly, that they would start over. That he needed to "get to know the real Gamzee", that they couldn't just step back in now that they weren't wrigglers. It made sense, and Gamzee did his best not to act like they were close (though it was hard, when Karkat would come over and end up in his lap to cuddle). Even so, Karkat tried to defend him.

"The problem wasn't Gamzee. The problem didn't-- He didn't fucking kill anyone until the mind control got to him. Before that, he wasn't hurting people." He said, standing up from the awkward meal they were sharing with Kanaya, her human wife, Vriska and Terezi. "If we're going to punish him for having been mind controlled, are we gonna punish Terezi? Or Vriska, for doing it?"

Gamzee looked at the plate in front of him and swallowed. It was silent, awkward, but Kanaya had brought up the fact that she couldn't blame anyone for being uncomfortable. "Kar, you don't gotta do this. It's okay." He tried to speak more softly than before, not just for privacy, but because he made people flinch when he was too loud.

"It isn't! It isn't fucking okay, Gamzee! I-- I know you! I knew you, and you wouldn't do that. You won't do it again." He turned his entire body, and tried to hold back more tears as he continued. "It isn't fair for just you to be punished. I fucked up too. We all fucked up. Kanaya has a fucking hole in her stomach, Sollux is blind... I don't know what to do about the Beforans."

He moved slowly, putting a hand on Karkat's shoulder. "I'll be okay, bro. I'm okay. I'm just so motherfuckin' happy I got to be in my body again at all." It was a lie, but he was better at lying than Karkat was, and he didn't think anyone noticed.

"I won't." Karkat said, glancing to the table and then back. "I won't be okay without you. I can't do it again. You're not allowed to go before me, so don't be fucking stupid and try it. I'm the mutant, I die first."

Carefully, Kanaya cleared her throat. "I... Don't want to interrupt. But I don't think anything can be decided immediately. Maybe some ground rules?" Her eyes settled on Rose, apparently looking for support.

"I think that would help." Rose said, much more cocksure than most of the humans Gamzee had seen. She seemed like she meant it. "As long as Gamzee can remain sober, and can meet with... Someone, maybe Vriska?" She met Vriska's eyes, and they both nodded. "To make sure that you do, and that Aranea isn't influencing you again, well... That's somewhere to start, isn't it?"

He nodded, and Terezi fake-coughed, loud enough to make Karkat jump. "I mean, I think that's fine. Like Karkat said, we all fucked up. It isn't like we can just let one weird fucking clown go around but not the other. And Gamzee isn't trying to sew anything shut." She cackled, but Gamzee remembered, though it was brief, how she sounded when sincere, and it seemed to match.

Nothing set in stone. Someone probing his mind all the time, but not controlling it, at least. And the chance to be alive, in control, again. That wasn't nothing. That was more than he let himself hope for.

[livelaughwhump]

Hii, I wanna make a drabble request. How about a part 2 of restrained Elliot. Maybe he hurts another member of his team when he panics, and they need to restrain him, even sedate him. And maybe they could use more physical restraints.

Ps: I love your story so much

Thanks so much for the request and all the love for my series!! This is a bit of a longer one, but I hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

Content: flashback, physical violence, fear of noncon, sedatives, restraints, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know!

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Elliot made sure to keep his distance from his teammates after the incident that was his last flashback. He couldn’t bring himself to look Broderick in the eyes, no matter how many times the medic had told him it was all right. He was humiliated and ashamed and he was sure that his friends were just waiting for the right moment to throw him out.

It hadn’t been more than a couple days, but Elliot had hardly left his room since. He’d almost completely stopped eating and he spent most of his time scribbling away in his drawing book. He’d apologized more times than he could count, but the guilt was still eating away at him.

He was terrified to face his friends, not because he was afraid they’d be angry at him, but because he was afraid of something like that happening again. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting another one of his friends.

Despite how lonely he was, Elliot had decided it was safer for everyone if he remained isolated.

It’s what you deserve, you stupid bitch. You hurt Broderick. That makes you just as bad as Master

Elliot involuntarily squeaked at the thought. He wasn’t as bad as Christian, right? He couldn’t be. No one could be.

He didn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes until they started to splash onto the paper in front of him. Elliot sniffled and tried to wipe the tears away, but they wouldn’t stop. He lightly tossed his sketchbook to the side and buried his face in a pillow to muffle his cries.

The last thing he wanted was to alert the team to his distress. After what he’d done to Broderick, he didn’t deserve their kindness. He didn’t deserve their love.

***

The rest of the team sat in silence around the dinner table, each member struggling to ignore the empty seat and the plate of untouched food that was growing cold. No one had much of an appetite.

“This doesn’t feel right,” Landon finally spoke up. “We shouldn’t eat without him.”

“He won’t come out of his room,” Karine reminded him. “And I don’t think forcing him would make him feel any more welcome.”

“I’m not suggesting we force him. I’m just saying that this feels exactly like when he was first taken, but he’s not gone. So, why are we acting like he is?”

“Because we don’t know what to do,” Lyra snapped. “He’s never been physically violent before and none of us want to trigger him by invading his space when he needs to be alone. We don’t want what happened before to happen again.”

“For his sake or for ours?” Landon asked, nodding toward Broderick’s still-healing injury. Broderick hid his arm beneath the table as Lyra’s expression dropped into a glare.

“For his sake,” she answered.

“Well, I at least think someone should go talk to him.”

Karine smiled. “Way to take the initiative, Landon. It’s nice to see you willing to pull your weight for once.”

“Hold on, that wasn’t me volunteering,” Landon argued.

“Doesn’t matter. You suggested invading his space, so you can be the one to do it. I just hope that if he has another violent flashback, you’re willing to accept responsibility for that.”

Landon rolled his eyes and stood up from the table. “Fine.” As he plodded from the kitchen to Elliot’s room, the sound of muffled sobbing grew louder. Landon’s heart dropped and guilt swelled in the pit of his stomach. Landon gently pulled the door open to reveal a mess of blankets piled on top of Elliot’s bed and a single tuft of blond hair peeking out from beneath them.

Landon soundlessly entered the room and approached the bed. “Elliot?” he said as he reached a hand out to gently touch Elliot’s shoulder.

Despite the softness of the touch, Elliot screamed and threw the blankets off of himself to reveal the disheveled state he was in. His hair was wild and unkempt, his eyes bloodshot with tear tracks leading down to his chin. “Don’t touch me!” Elliot shouted.

Landon started and retracted his hand. “Sorry, bud. I was just coming to check on—” Landon stumbled backwards as Elliot’s foot abruptly connected with his stomach.

“Get away from me, you m-monster!” Elliot shouted. Elliot’s fist clenched, but before he could swing at Landon, the larger man caught hold of his wrist.

“Elliot, you have to listen to me,” Landon started, catching the boy’s other wrist as Elliot went to punch him again. “You’ve gotta wake up. This is just another flashback. You’re safe, I promise.”

It was clear that Elliot couldn’t hear him. Elliot struggled against Landon’s grip, but the older man was much stronger than him. “Let go of me! You can’t do this!”

“I’m not doing any—” Before Landon could finish his sentence, Elliot delivered another swift kick, this time to his groin. Landon cursed and recoiled, loosening his grip on Elliot’s wrists for just long enough for the younger man to pull free.

Elliot scrambled off his bed and bolted out the door into the waiting arms of whoever stood on the other side. They grabbed him and held him tight, despite his screaming and struggling. “Let go! Let me go!”

“Elliot, it’s okay,” Karine tried to assure him, but Elliot was too hysterical to hear her. He squirmed and thrashed, but Karine refused to budge. “Broderick!” she shouted, genuine fear snaking its way into her voice.

“I’m here,” Broderick answered, his voice shaking. A syringe filled with clear liquid was grasped tightly in his shaking fist. “Are you sure about this?”

“Not at all,” Karine answered. “Just do it.”

Broderick took a deep breath, lifted the syringe, and approached the struggling boy in Karine’s arms. When Elliot laid eyes upon the syringe, he screamed. His violent thrashing only grew more so, and he even tried to bite Broderick’s hand when the medic reached out to hold his head still.

“Get away from me!” Elliot shouted, beads of sweat dripping down his face.

Broderick pulled his hand back, shocked. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Liar!” he screamed. “I know what you’re trying to do and I won’t let you!”

Broderick looked up at Karine, dumbfounded. “What do I do?”

Karine pursed her lips and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Elliot.” She clamped a hand over his mouth and held his head still. Elliot screamed even louder and fought as hard as he could. He parted his lips just enough to bite down on Karine’s palm. She hissed but didn’t let go. “Broderick, do it now!”

Broderick quickly inserted the syringe into Elliot’s exposed neck and pressed down on the plunger. There were tears in both his and Karine’s eyes as Elliot’s violent struggle began to slow. Karine released her grip over his mouth as his eyelids began to flutter. Karine lifted him into her arms and carried him to his bed as his body went completely limp.

***

“Are you sure this was the right thing to do?”

Elliot’s body felt heavy as he steadily rose into consciousness. His limbs were immovable and his head felt like it was made of stone.

“I didn’t have a choice, Yve. He attacked Landon and he tried to bite me. This was the only way to keep him from hurting himself or anyone else.”

Elliot struggled to open his eyes, but when he finally did, he could just barely make out the faint shapes of two people conversing in the doorway. He wanted to call out to them, but his mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

“And what about when he wakes up? Were the cuffs really necessary?”

Cuffs?

Elliot stirred, and his eyes shot open at the sound of jangling chains clinking together when he tried to move his arms. Panic set in deep into his chest as he found padded leather cuffs wrapped around both of his wrists and ankles with long chains connecting them to each of the four corners of his bed frame. The chains were long enough to allow him to move relatively easily, but too short to give him free rein to move about his room. He was confined to his bed.

Once the reality of his predicament set in, he finally looked up at the two teammates standing beside his door. Broderick and Yvonne stared at him intently, but neither of them said a word, even after they’d noticed he was awake.

“Wh-What’s going on?” Elliot stammered.

Neither Broderick nor Yvonne moved a muscle as Broderick said, “Elliot? Is that you?”

Elliot was confused by the question, but he nodded, nonetheless. Why did they look so scared of…?

That’s when Elliot realized what was going on. His eyes welled with tears and his lower lip started trembling. “I-I did it again, d-didn’t I? I-I h-hurt someone.”

Once Yvonne and Broderick had determined that Elliot wasn’t still trapped within the confines of his flashback, their expressions softened. “It wasn’t your fault, darling,” Yvonne said.

Elliot sniffled, tears trickling down his face. “Wh-Who was it? Who did I h-hurt?”

Yvonne and Broderick shared a look, like they didn’t want to tell him. Elliot could only assume the worst. Last time, he had drawn a knife on Broderick. Judging from the fact that he was chained to his bed, he must’ve done something much worse this time. Cold panic froze through him.

Oh god, what have I done?

Yvonne could see the panic displayed clearly on the younger man’s face. “Oh, Elliot, don’t worry. It wasn’t that bad,” she tried to assure him. “You only kicked Landon a couple times.”

“And bit Karine,” Broderick mumbled under his breath. Yvonne lightly slapped his chest.

Elliot curled up a little tighter, tears trickling down his cheeks.

Yvonne rushed to his side. “Oh, darling, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. Here, let me take those cuffs off—”

“No!” Elliot shouted, scooting as far away from her as his chains would allow. “You-You can’t.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, love,” she assured him. “I just wanna take your cuffs off.”

Elliot violently shook his head. “N-No, please d-don’t. You-You have to stay away from me, p-please. I-I don’t wanna h-hurt anyone else.” He tried to make himself as small as possible, tucking both of his hands against his chest and pulling his legs up to hide them. A pathetic sob broke free. “I-I’m a monster.”

“Oh, Elliot.” Yvonne tried to reach for his hand, but he flinched and curled up tighter. Her face grew solemn. “You are not a monster. You didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

“B-But I did!” Elliot exclaimed. “I-I still hurt B-Broderick and L-Landon, even though I didn’t m-mean to. I-I’m dangerous.”

“You’re not dangerous, sweet,” Broderick added, appearing behind Yvonne. “It was just a couple of flashbacks. We’ll figure out how to deal with them. We’ll develop some coping strategies and—”

“N-No,” Elliot interrupted, trying to choke back his sobs. He wiped at the tears and snot running down his face and sniffled. “I-I don’t want to r-risk having a-another one. It-It’s safer for-for everyone if-if I stay ch-chained up.”

“But is that what you want?” Yvonne asked. “As long as we figure out what’s been triggering these, it shouldn’t be a problem. You don’t have to stay chained up. This was just in case you woke up and you weren’t out of it yet.”

Elliot shook his head. “This-This is-is what I n-need.”

“How about this,” Broderick began. “If staying like this is making you feel safer, then you can do that. In the meantime, Yve and I will do some research and then the three of us can try to figure out what’s causing these flashbacks. Once we do, then will you let us take the cuffs off?”

Elliot thought about it. “But what if—what if we c-can’t figure it out?”

“Then we can always consult a therapist, if that’s okay with you,” Broderick suggested.

Elliot thought it over some more before he nodded and said, “O-Okay.”

Yvonne smiled sadly. “Are you sure this is what you want, love?”

Elliot nodded without hesitation. “I-I can’t h-hurt anyone else. I can’t r-risk it.”

Yvonne nodded. “Okay. In that case…” she crossed to the other side of the room, picked up Elliot’s art kit, and plopped it on the edge of his bed. “If you need any other entertainment, just call out for us. I can bring you my laptop and show you how to turn on a movie or an audiobook. I’ll drop off all of your meals to you and if you need anything else at all, you can just ask. Okay?”

Elliot nodded, still curled up in a tight ball as far from his friends as he could get.

Yvonne smiled at him. “Okay, love. Just be safe, okay?”

“And if you decide you want to take them off,” Broderick added, “It’s just a strap and a buckle on the back of the cuffs.” Elliot examined his cuffs until he found what Broderick was talking about. “You can also tighten or loosen them however much you want.”

Elliot nodded. “O-Okay. I-I understand.”

Broderick mimicked Yvonne’s sad smile. “If you need anything else, just ask, okay?” Elliot nodded again. He could tell how much they didn’t want to leave him like this. It went against everything they had worked so hard to protect him from, but the thought of potentially hurting another one of his friends was just too much for Elliot to deal with. He couldn’t let it happen again, and if this was what it took to protect his friends from him, then so be it.

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[yourmomsgranddad]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER FIVE: You'll change your name, or change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind but I'll know, I'll know

— SUMMARY: The last day of summer and the trouble that followed it.

— WARNINGS: part of it told through reader's pov (sorry this is the last time i'm doing this promise), might be the longest chapter so far, sexual themes, no actual smut, the title has a curse word in it?

"And you're sure you want to know?"

"Positive."

You were now sitting in Kate's room, she figured you should be in private for this story.

"Alright. It started on the morning of our last day."

I had woken up early because I wanted to get a start on the day. We had so many things to do and not a lot of time to do it.

I went downstairs and my mom was not having the best time, considering my dad was on his way out. I went up to her to see what was going on but she brushed me off, going back to her drink.

I was worried about her but not enough to stop her. So I moved on.

I went over to your house, we went to the arcade, and completed the end of the list. The day was great. Everything was going to plan and we were so ecstatic about school.

But then I went home.

I was just going to grab my jumper so we could ride bikes. But when I returned home, everything was everywhere. All of the drawers in the kitchen were pulled out, all of my mom's clothes were on the floor and she was sitting in the middle of the floor, crying.

She told me my dad filed for divorce. He didn't want to be with her anymore and he blamed it on me. Said it was because he saw me and you kissing that night.

She got so mad at me. She said she wasn't ashamed but she didn't like the way my dad was looking at me different. I didn't notice, they were good at hiding it.

She kept pretending like she didn't blame me but I could tell, I was a kid but I wasn't stupid.

Then she dropped the bomb on me.

In less than 2 hours, a moving truck was going to come to my house and pull me away from you. She didn't care. She wanted so desperately for us to be apart. I mean, we broke up her marriage.

It was only fair.

And you remember what happened after that.

You came over, looking for me, my eyes were geysers. And my mom shoved me into the car before I could give you a true goodbye.

"All of that happened? How come I never noticed?" She was stunned, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"We were kids. And I didn't want to pull you into it. Just because my parents blamed you doesn't mean I did. I love you, Kate. And nothing my parents say could ever change that. My dad was gross anyway."

She wanted to laugh at your joke but you dropped a big ass bomb on her, she had to process it, little by little.

And you definitely looked like you didn't want to laugh. You had been carrying this with you forever, by yourself. Before she could stop herself, she reached forward and wrapped you in a tight, warming hug.

You wanted to cry but you just felt numb. It happened so long ago, you couldn't cry now. You already let it all out that day.

"I am so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't cause it."

You meant that. Sure, your dad claimed he didn't want the two of you making out, it grossed him out. But you didn't care. He was out of your life and that's where he was going to stay.

You wanted so bad to go home, bury yourself in your own blanket, and be completely mad at your mother for a reason she didn't remember.

But Kate insisted you stay. She didn't want you to be by myself at this time. And she was right.

Having Kate by your side did kind of help all the bad things you were feeling inside. You kind of went back to that moment, trapped in that car with your mom who didn't care that you had tears running down your face. But Kate sat there, made sure you stayed in the present.

She was very good at that.

You decided to stay quiet for the night, no television, just listening to each other's heartbeats. That's happened before.

It was like you did jump back into the past but you two were so close and in your own world, you couldn't be hurt by any of the outside that was trying to hit you.

You could be like this forever.

Your little bubble bursted in the morning when Kate woke up and you were no longer there. She was about to be sad about it when she realized, you're an adult. You didn't need to tell Kate where you were going.

But luckily you did.

Hey, thanks for the comfort last night. I really needed it. You're the bestest friend any girl could ever ask for. Sorry for the abrupt leaving, had to get to work. Thanks again. P.S, this is Y/n by the way.

Something about that note burned in Kate's insides. She liked that you left a note but she somehow didn't like the contents.

Bestest friend? Why was she so broken up about these words? I mean you were best friends, then why did it hurt? There was a twinge in her brain, like a migraine was already forming.

Great.

And that's not the last she heard of those words today.

Later on in the day, she was trying to enjoy her lunch when all the sudden, a grating voice had to come out of nowhere.

Wow, best friends? That's what she thinks of you. It's like she could never see you in a romantic sense. That must burn, dude. That. Must. Burn.

She wished she could stop her brain from going there but here she was, in the middle of lunch, looking like a crazy person who was talking to herself.

Things could not get worse.

Oh, but they can.

She went to pick you up from work, like she normally did and she did not expect to see what she saw.

She found you at the receptionist's desk, giggling and all over closet guy. Her stomach curdled at the sight and she almost wanted to barf. Nope, she definitely wanted to. But she had to keep it in.

That would be the second most embarrassing thing to happen to her in this office.

She was about to escape, tell you she wasn't going to be able to make it today but sadly, you saw her and her plan was thwarted.

"Kate! There you are! I want you to meet someone." You grabbed her hand, pulling her over to where you were currently standing. "This is my boyfriend, Zack."

She didn't think she could find a pair of words she hated more than best friend. Turns out she could.

Boyfriend.

Gross.

She wants to bring it up, more than anything. She has so many questions on her mind. How did you meet? What made you want to date? Was it serious? I mean it had to be if you were introducing him to her.

Luckily, you brought it up first.

"So you've been extra quiet since we got here. What's going on? Do you feel weird about Zack? I shouldn't have introduced him to you this early. I don't think it's that serious yet."

There's one question answered.

"It's just I didn't know you guys were on the dating stage. I thought it was just a meaningless hook-up, you know, the way it looked."

"It looked meaningless?"

She noticed the look on your face, down and confused, kind of disappointed. She wanted to take it back immediately. "No! I didn't mean it like that."

"But that's what you said."

"No! I-"

"I think I should go."

You slipped off of her bed and were gone quicker than she could stop you. She felt like this was all her fault.

It was, Bishop. Her brain could not stay out of this conversation, no matter how hard she tried to turn it off.

It was a few days after the fact and Kate still felt like shit. She didn't want to ruin your relationship, she wanted you to be happy. Even if that wasn't with her.

But for some reason, she couldn't get in touch with you. She texted, no answer. She called, no answer. She showed up at the office, you had just left.

You were basically avoiding her.

And she had just realized.

So she stopped bothering you, maybe it was for the best.

However, that didn't last long.

Kate was chilling, working out in her sort-of living room when she heard a banging on the door. She was stressed, she went to grab her bow, what if it was a bad guy? Wait, why would he knock?

"Kate, open up! It's me!"

She dropped it so quickly, sprinting to the door. You didn't even give her a greeting before bursting in. "So what's going o-"

"I broke up with him."

Well, that came out of nowhere, Kate thought.

And now her brain was chiming in. Wow, breaking up your best friend with her boyfriend? That's a new low.

"Why?" She tried to shut the voice out as much as possible, not give it the satisfaction of bothering her. "Turns out I was plummeting into a relationship that I didn't care about. I didn't even know his name."

"But-"

You shook your head very slowly, giving her the hint. "Ohhh."

"Yeah, wasn't the best girlfriend."

A sudden silence fell upon the two of you until Kate just bursted into laughter. "How long were you calling him Zack until he corrected you?"

"A long time!"

You joined her in her laughter. "I feel bad! He was so patient."

It wasn't long before you both retired to Kate's bed, stuffing your face with gummy worms and watching Game of Thrones. "I still don't understand this show." Kate mentioned, squinting as if she couldn't see.

"Isn't that Ellie from the Last of Us?"

"Yes I think it is."

You snorted, going to pause it. "Why do we watch this show? We don't understand what's going on." You wondered. "Because, Y/n, this is the show of our friendship."

"And it's the show that was playing when we made out."

"How do you do that?" Kate shouted out of nowhere, causing you to look at her with a crazy smile. "Do what, Katie?"

"Go into my brain and find out what I'm thinking about."

"Two reasons. One, I'm your best friend, it's my job. And secondly, it's a core memory. When you have your first kiss, you remember everything about the moment forever. What you were wearing, what the other person was wearing, what was playing, how it felt, and what you did afterwards. Also who you told. But I had no one since you were my best friend."

She was taken aback for a second, she didn't think you thought about it as much as she did. I mean she did remember the comment you made about it being the best kiss you ever had but she didn't think you knew all that.

"And do you know all that stuff?" She was cautious, moving into uncharted territory but as prepared as possible.

"We were both wearing pajamas, Game of Thrones, and we went to sleep afterward." You shrugged it off, as if it wasn't sending Kate for a whirlwind.

"You forgot something."

"What's that, Kate?"

"How did it feel?"

She hadn't finally realized how close you were, your breath were basically fans on her cheeks. Which she definitely needed since she was burning up. And your eyes were going down, toward her lips.

Oh. She finally understood.

"Well I wouldn't know. It happened so long ago. Maybe we should recreate-" She didn't even let you finish before her mouth was on yours, pushing you down into her bed.

Kate knew what she was doing. She knew you two were kissing but it took a few seconds for her brain to catch up.

Kate, what is wrong with you?! What are you doing?

All of that yelling made her break off, sitting back up and going back to relish in the awkwardness.

"Sorry." She muttered.

You sat up and looked at her, but not with the look she was expecting. You had a smirk on your face. Huh?

"Kate, you don't have anything to apologize for."

You slowly started leaning and all of Kate's thoughts were going all at once. But one thing she did know for sure, she definitely wanted to kiss you again.

It felt like forever but you finally let your lips touch hers. It was the softest thing ever, you were very delicate. It was almost like you didn't want to break her.

But before you knew it, the kiss got rougher, most passionate. You found yourself on top of her.

Things happened so fast, Kate couldn't grasp them.

Clothes went flying, blankets started moving, and Kate knew for sure her neighbors hated her.

As soon as it ended, you knew what happened.

"Woah," was the first thing Kate said as you both laid back down, calming down.

"Yeah." You replied, completely unsure what was going on.

"Did we-"

"Yup."

Nice one, Kate. Nice one.