#he told me once (i guess after id made a dick joke) that when a girl like me made a joke like that it always had twice the punch

[radiantmists]

snrk

Xie Lian at it again with the unexpected sass...

[hyenagurl]

This sounds mean but is coming from a well-meaning place: why are you upset about that moid coworker. So he was nice to you, until you come to work with hickeys (kinda trashy but we’ll let it slide) and now he’s a dick. So he’s nice until he is shown evidence you had a romantic encounter with someone else. This moid is the equivalent of “add nice tokens until sex comes out.” The fact he switched up so fast the second he thought you fucked someone else ⁉️ He was never a nice guy, he never liked you, he wanted to smash and that’s it. He doesn’t see you as a person, he sees you as something to be used and discarded- once he saw someone “used” it first, he moved directly to discarding. Use your head babe, he showed his true colors. xx luv ya

no no youre right but 😭 well it just sucks to have someone show their colors like this. part of what hurts is that it really was night and day, like a complete 180, and nobody notices but me and insists its just bc he got dumped when this started happening well before that…

ive been keeping my eye on him too. hes friendly with everyone. it feels like hes going out of his way to chat everyone up - and then when im talking to someone nearby he does his best to look away. yesterday i did something bad mannered without thinking about it (tore open a packet of aspirin, spat out a piece of it😭) and he came over and was like “why would you do that, that was disgusting and inappropriate.” he has never lectured me like that. and it was the first time he spoke to me in like days. i thought he was joking!

but that was not the worst. today it came to a head, i saw him smirking and i snapped. i asked to speak to him privately (after him initially ignoring me, with an “i guess… 🙄”) and we went to the back. he kept working while i was trying to speak to him, and when i moved in front of him, he could barely even look me in the eye and he had this big dumb nervous grin on his face, and kept laughing like “haha whats the problem? 😅” granted i kept him off guard and i honestly hadnt meant to, but still. i couldnt believe how rude he was being, even if he was nervous. he used to be so courteous!

i was angry and fighting back tears bc i would literally rather die than cry in front of a man like that, so i kept my voice as calm as i could be and was like “whats going on? i understand youre going through something hard rn, but it feels like somethings wrong between us and idk why.” he brushed it off again, still laughing and smiling, and i said “well youve been acting differently for weeks, and you only speak to me now just to lecture me.” he rambled some more bullshit, like “idk sometimes i just dont have anything to say.”

yeah, right. if theres not a problem, then who just has nothing to say to someone in a matter of a DAY?

i couldnt do anything with that and i was pretty upset, so i just told him id be here when he was ready to talk and made sure to stay away from him. then after weeping in the group chat, i was a huge mess, and then my other (male) but honestly sweet coworker saw and figured out what happened and comforted me..

okay so yeah. this is whats so upsetting. its not so much i miss our flirty dynamic - its that a coworker is pulling psychological petty high school bullshit over seemingly nothing - or worse, you and i are right, and hes icing me out for having a sex life! i feel like im going nuts!!!!

[ashiemochi]

hey ashie -

could I request a smut fic with id! Leon? like after the events with Jason, the White House all that mess? if not, totally okay :) just thinking about id!leon lately 💕

more of sugar daddy ID! Leon <3

"And I told your brother that she was being disrespectful! Like honestly!"

"Mhm, very disrespectful, right."

"But he doesn't want to listen! I'm his fiancee so I should kind of be his top priority – I'm getting married to him, not his mom. You get what I mean?"

"Of course, yeah."

Not when the DSO agent was seated right next to you, lips lazily marking your neck with his index and middle finger slowly fucking your juicy cunt. Your other hand was busy jerking him off just as slow, trying to actually focus on the totally-very-important-and-crucial-call with your sister-in-law.

You weren't expecting your sugar daddy to come to your door for a breather. He didn't tell you anything as to why he needed something to get his mind off of work. 'I need to factory reset for a minute.' Was all he said. You could only guess something may have gone wrong with his job.

You were already on the phone with your brother's fiancee but Leon didn't want to wait. It's not like you could refuse the offer either, considering him in a suit was like walking porn. He knew its effects on you, choosing to keep it on when you ushered him to the living room couch with your hand and the other still holding the phone.

"Ugh, I haven't been able to sleep because of this – how's studying going for you? Everything is paid for?"

"Oh, yeah mh~ It's alright, really." You muffled your moan through an exhale through your nose, tilting your chin to the side when Leon scooted closer, diving his fingers even deeper inside. His other hand reached to yours around his cock, moving your wrist faster and you silently followed.

"That's great – Your brother did mention you were a bit behind on the tuition. I can still help, you know. The workplace I'm in still has space for a secretary."

You bit your lower lip to hold back your whimper when his deep moans made you even wetter, the squelching noise becoming apparent in between your thighs. You trailed your eyes to look at his massive dick, seeing the way his hips were subtly grinding up to have your hand closer to his sack.

"I'm all good, Stacy." You thanked, lowering down your hand to fondle him, receiving a hitched groan from the man, "I'm doing some freelance work and I've got a returning client."

"Oh! I didn't know that! That's great! What are you working on?"

"You know," You shrugged to yourself with a shudder, perking up your leg onto the couch, "Some handiwork."

"That's good! Now you won't be behind on your debt, unlike me. Haha!"

His deep chuckle didn't go unheard at your joke.

Leon took the hint, taking his index out to replace it with his ring finger, now fucking you harder whilst curling his digits every once in a while. You had to pull the phone away to actually whimper, head tilting back against the cushion.

"You alright? You sound a bit out of breath?"

You spared Leon a glare when he kissed your cheekbone with a cheeky grin. You took your revenge by rubbing him faster, fingers squeezing him gently and nails grazing him ever so faintly. Leon's head dropped to your shoulder, a near whimpered-moan coming from him at your ministrations.

"Yeah, just... I'm caught up with something." You couldn't contain your sounds any longer, bubbling up in your throat and you pretended to cough, "Can I call you later? I think I'm coming down with the flu and you know, I don't have time for that with all the assignments I've got."

"Oh, no! Of course, rest up! I'd suggest drinking something hot if you get a sore throat and make sure to get plenty of sleep, okay?"

You will be drinking something hot tonight and it's not going to be a cure for a sore throat that's for sure.

"Okay, thank you." You spoke quick, hoping to end the call right this moment. The knot coiled within your lower abdomen and you could tell Leon was just as close, trying to stay quiet for your sake by panting against the crook of your neck.

"No problem – Oh, before I leave–"

"Oh god, talk to you soon!" You dropped the call and tossed it aside, gripping the pillow next to you as your whines grew louder.

Leon sped his thrusts up, muttering into your skin lowly, "She sounds like a nice person."

"Don't talk about her when your fingers are in me," You scolded breathlessly before whimpering when he rubbed your clit with the palm of his hand. Leon chuckled as he faced you, brushing his lips against yours as he spoke.

"Yes, ma'am."

Stars exploded in your vision when he kissed you, moans muffling one another as you came. You felt something hot coat your hand, the one wrapped around his heavy cock, as his other hand gripped your inner thigh for something to hold on to. His creamy cum dripped down your hand as you rode each other down from cloud nine.

Leon breathed heavily when he pulled away, forehead pressed against yours with his eyes still shut. Your chest heaves for air to catch your bearings, eyes gazing down at the glistening cum coating his fingers and hand.

Remembering the call, you groaned and brought your clean hand to cover your face. You were embarrassed, deeply hoping Stacy didn't catch onto anything. No one knew you had a sugar daddy and you preferred it'd stay that way to avoid your parents' judgement.

Leon furrowed his brows at you, snickering in disbelief, "What is it?"

"What if she heard me before I hung up?" You grumbled then stared at him though you couldn't stay mad at him for too long. He looked like a puppy but still so fucking sexy with his lips parted for his panting and blueblue eyes gazing lovingly into yours.

"Couldn't you wait just five minutes?"

Leon shook his head with a chuckle, glancing down at the mess between your thighs and his, "Not with you looking sexy in my shirt – which reminds me," He tugged at the hem of the oversized black shirt with a tilted smile, "Imma need this back."

You rolled your eyes with a faint giggle, feigning disappointment as you groaned, "Ugh, I don't get paid enough for this."

Leon laughed at this, pressing a brief peck on your lips, voice dropping an octave as his fingers resumed their trek to your clit.

"I'll make it worthwhile~"

[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Pressing Issues

*Dick Grayson x Reader

*Summary: Detective Dick Grayson has never been annoyed by another person as much as journalist Reader.

*Warnings: Swearing, talks of gun violence (relevant to a case Dick is working on), mention of robbery (case mention), cop stuff. Let me know if I missed anything.

*A/N: I made a post talking about this idea a while ago and finally wrote it.

Tip Jar

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When Detective Dick Grayson stepped on the scene, he didn’t expect anything different from what was told to him on the way there. He went about doing his thing - talking to the officers on the scene, chatting with CSI - when he heard his partner let out an exaggerated groan. Dick looked over, confused at the noise. His partner just rolled his eyes, nodding towards a woman with a press badge. “Man, why’d they send her?”

“Who’s that?” Dick asked. He’d never seen her before, but she was definitely attractive. He’d had a few press statements on other cases, and he never really saw the issue with the press. Maybe that was just from growing up around Bruce and all the media attention that brought, but the journalists he’d spoken to in Bludhaven had never been rude to him.

“That’s (y/n), she’s a monster.” His partner provided no further explanation as the woman walked up to them.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you can’t be on the scene,” Dick immediately said. He was surprised the other officers didn’t stop her at the tape.

“Right, but those officers weren’t giving me any answers,” she told him. His partner let out a laugh.

“Grayson, you can deal with her, just get her out of the tape,” his partner said.

“Rodriguez, always nice to see you.” She smiled at his partner, but her tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Haven’t gotten any better at your job since the last time we spoke, have you?”

“Grayson, get her out of here.” Rodriguez lost any amusement he had with the woman, and Dick knew he should get the journalist out of there before things escalated even further. Dick led her away from the scene, right to the edge of the tape but away from the small crowd that were always nosing around scenes.

“Detective Richard Grayson, how can I help you out?”

“(Y/n) (L/n), lead crime journalist for the Bludhaven Gazette. I wanted to get a feel for the scene before we put anything out about it,” she explained. “Anything you can share about what happened?”

“Alright, well we have two males hit in a drive-by, one dead on the scene. We don’t know much about motives or anything, but we’re suspecting rival gangs based on the fact this happened in a grey-zone,” Dick told her. It would be vague enough to satisfy her readers, but didn’t put anything too speculative out there. She was shaking her head as she wrote down what he said. “Wait, what’s all that about?”

“What?”

“The head shaking? What, you don’t agree with the police statement?” Dick was trying to joke with her, but he was still confused.

“It’s not a grey-zone, but I wouldn’t expect the cops to know that,” she said, challenging him. Dick tried to think back to his nightly activities, trying to figure out if he missed anything with how the city was divided. As far as he knew, this area was unclaimed. “Right, so that’s it?”

“Well, yeah. We just got on the scene not too long ago.” She just hummed, and he wasn’t sure if it was in acknowledgement or disapproval. “Hey, what’s your beef with Rodriguez?”

“For a Detective, he’s shit at his job,” she told him, clicking her pen as she put it back in her bag.

“Care to elaborate?”

“A kid got snatched, broad daylight, and Rodriguez was the lead on the case. Gave up after a few days. I dunno where you’re from, but where I’m from, we don’t give up like that, especially on a kid,” she said. “I wrote articles talking about it, and Rodriguez doesn’t like me because I called him out on it.”

“Wow, you’re pretty cutthroat,” Dick said, whistling lowly.

“I just don’t give you guys any slack. Be good at your job and you have nothing to worry about.” She smiled at him before turning on her heel and walking away. He watched as she put her phone to her ear, probably talking to someone back at the office. She scared him a little, but he was always up for the challenge.

**********

Rodriguez was right. Dick was always down for accountability, but the way you brought it into his life was a bit much. Every time there was even the slightest hint of a development, you were there with your opinions about what he was doing wrong, and if you ever had any praise for him, it was so sparse he couldn’t even tell it was praise. He was just trying to look through some files to piece together your little cryptic ‘it’s not a grey-zone’ hint, when Rodriguez tapped on his desk.

“What’s up?” He asked, looking up at his partner.

“You got a visitor.”

“God, don’t tell me…”

“Surprise, your worst nightmare is here, Grayson.”

“Aw, I got a new nickname?” You asked Rodriguez as you dropped in the chair next to Dick’s desk. Dick had to stop the groan from escaping him, really not wanting to deal with you.

“She’s your problem now,” Rodriguez said, walking away. Dick almost wished he could go with him.

“Alright, (L/n), what is it now?” Dick asked, putting down his files.

“You have ID on one of the victims and it was a guy with no connections to anything on the Underground, but no progress on the shooter? C’mon, Grayson, I thought you’d at least be better than Rodriguez.”

“I’m working with what I have,” he huffed, fighting the way he wanted to roll his eyes.

“You’re not looking at all your options. Put away the gang files, they’re not the ones you should be looking at,” you almost ordered him. “I’m practically doing your job for you at this point. I gotta run, I have an interview.”

“You’re leaving the Gazette?” Dick was almost hopeful. That would definitely make things easier on him.

“No, smart one, I’m the one doing the interviewing.”

“Wow, who would’ve guessed with your shining personality,” Dick shot back, finally annoyed.

“I’m a ray of sunshine, just not with cops,” you said with your fake little smile before leaving him there. It took everything to not slam his head against his desk.

**********

Dick always thought he was good under pressure, but this was intense. With your little article that came out the day after you talked to him - apparently your interview was with the victim’s wife - public pressure was increasing on the department tenfold. He hated to admit it, but you were good at what you did. He was almost pissed off at himself after reading the article, and that was saying something.

He needed to close this case so he could get you off his back, and he needed to do it fast. Not only did you put pressure on the department, now his superiors were putting even more pressure on him. He knew you were cryptic with what you knew, but you wanted him to put together the pieces. When he was out for his nightly patrol, he was trying to piece together what little hints you dropped.

Dick had to admitted he was silently fuming as he sat on the rooftop across from the scene of the crime. After all, what did you know? It’s not like you had access to the databases he did, both legally and in the legally grey. What did she mean it’s not gang-related? It has to be, this is disputed territory right now. 

And of course something sketchy had to happen while he was doubting you. A black town car pulled up to the block, someone getting out of the passenger seat and scanning the area before going back to talk to someone in the back. Dick cursed as he grabbed his binoculars, trying to watch the scene closer to see if he could get any more information from the sketchy scene. He zoomed in on the man in the backseat, a guy dressed in an expensive-looking suit wearing sunglasses at night (like an asshole), silver rings adorning his fingers.

“No way,” Dick mumbled, taking a picture of the rings to send to Barbara later. One of them in particular looked familiar, but he couldn’t exactly place it. “How the hell did she…”

After whoever it was seemed satisfied with how the scene looked, the person got back into the car and it pulled off, the tires screeching in the quiet of the night. As soon as Dick finished his patrols for the night, he sent the picture off to Barbara. She called him as soon as she ran the picture. “Hey, where’d you see this guy?”

“By the scene of that drive-by a couple weeks ago,” Dick explained. “I recognize that big ring he’s wearing on his middle finger, but I have no idea where from. Can you help me out?”

“Yeah, that’s a Baglio family ring,” she told him. “I can’t get an ID on the guy, but you remember that Italian family we were having trouble with out here? Same family.”

“Damn, she was right then. Technically not gang related. Hey, does the mob count as a gang?”

“I mean, technically, but they aren’t really recognized as gangs when it comes to like popular recognition. Does that really matter, though?”

“It’s a matter of me being technically right, so yes.”

“You’re annoying, has anyone told you that lately?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

“Okay, good talk then.”

**********

Actually having a solid lead meant that he was able to close the case a lot sooner than he previously thought. Sure, he wasn’t able to actually bag whoever was in the back of the town car, but he was able to track down the shooters. At the press conference announcing the arrest of the shooters, he could see you right there in the front row with the other reporters. Dick caught your gaze for a second, and he almost missed the small nod of approval you gave him. For a moment, he thought he’d finally get on your good side again.

Then again, the peace could only last for so long. Every single case he was on, he could bet there was an article about it soon to follow. You’d appear at every crime scene, moving on from antagonizing Rodriguez to finding Dick and immediately bothering him. You’d drop your little cryptic hints when he was having trouble with cases, and somehow they’d actually be useful once he decoded them. The thing that probably bugged him the most was how you managed to get to his desk almost every day he was working on particularly difficult cases. You never let him get to the point of forgetting about cases, especially for the ones that involved people that stayed away from the Underground.

He could understand not wanting cases to go cold, but the fact that you were coming into the precinct every single day to bug him about developments was a bit much. Dick could handle a healthy amount of shit talking, but there was just something about your shit talking that got him on edge. Everything about you just got under his skin, and seeing you so often was really not helping that out. It got to the point where he started trying to avoid you just to keep his sanity.

“Grayson, (L/n) just got on the scene, you wanna run?” Rodriguez asked as soon as he spotted you talking to the officers at the tape. Dick quickly looked around, trying to find someplace he could disappear to. The only real option would be to go look like he was talking to the CSI team, but he didn’t want to disturb them actually doing their jobs. Before he could make a decision, you were already approaching.

“Grayson, stop running from me. You know I know where you work,” you called out to him.

“I should really get you banned from the precinct,” he shot back, a small frown on his face. 

“You know you’d get bored without me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “So, whatcha got for me?”

“Why are you talking like you’re on this case? Technically I don’t have to tell you anything more than the other officers told you.”

“So what I’m hearing is go ahead and write whatever I want.”

“For fuck’s sake-”

“Ooo, that’s the first time I’ve heard you curse. I like it. So, what’s the news?”

“It’s a robbery, one injured, but we have a couple witnesses and it sounds like we have a pretty solid perp description. We’re just waiting for the witnesses to meet with the sketch artist and then we’re sending out the sketch to the papers and news outlets,” Dick told you. “There, satisfied?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. Glad this one’s an easy one, I’d hate to have to write about you again,” you told him, turning around with a small smile on your face. “See you later, Grayson.”

“I sure hope not,” he decided to call after you. He could faintly hear your laugh, but the thing that caught his attention was the fact that you decided to flip him off as you walked away. Dick froze for a second, not sure if he should be highly amused or pissed off. He settled for somewhere in the middle, leaning more towards being pissed off.

When you put out your article, it was a simple, tell the details, share the perp sketch type of article. Dick was pleasantly surprised that there were no real call outs about him; as a matter of fact, his name was only mentioned once with the request that anyone who sees or has information about the suspect contact the tip-line immediately. He smiled at his laptop, taking the lack of criticism as praise. He was even willing to take the shit talking from Rodriguez, because as far as he was concerned, Rodriguez was just jealous that he never got this type of reaction from you.

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Dick didn’t realize he actually somewhat enjoyed your company - if he could call it that - until you stopped bothering him. You moved on from targeting him, bugging other detectives and officers about their open cases. He would hear complaints, as well as some pretty unsavory things, about you from the people you were bothering, and he was surprised about the amount of times he almost jumped to your defense. You were the biggest pain in his ass - constantly bugging him about his cases and making sure that he didn’t forget about your existence - so why did your disappearance bother him so much?

He got used to seeing you around the precinct (just not talking to him), but then he noticed when you stopped showing up. You didn’t show up to crime scenes, you didn’t show up to the precinct, you just weren’t there anymore, and that worried him. He tried asking around about you, seeing if maybe you were there and he just didn’t happen to run into you, but he met the same response: relief that you’d stopped coming around. It got to the point where he was checking the Bludhaven Gazette’s website to see if you’d written any new articles. Nothing.

Dick figured there’d be no way to really contact you; it wasn’t like he could just call your job and be like ‘hey, why isn’t this journalist bothering me anymore?’. He tried pushing you to the back of his mind, but he found himself still looking for you. It annoyed him - even when you weren’t there, you still managed to find a way to bug him. Before he knew it, a month had passed without seeing you. Then, as he was trying to schmooze up to a DA at the Policeman’s Ball, he could hear the telltale groan of another officer. You were there.

Sure enough, there you were in a black cocktail dress, a flute of champagne in hand, talking to someone he vaguely recognized from a different precinct. He wanted to excuse himself from his conversation just to see where the hell you’d been, but he knew he couldn’t risk it. He’d just have to find you later.

Then you slipped away yet again. Dick kept seeing glimpses of you here and there, but he could never catch up to you. It wasn’t until you went to the bar that Dick finally found his opening. You were talking to someone, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He slid up beside you at the bar, ordering a drink. He could see you straighten up at the sound of his voice, knowing he had your attention. As he took a drink of the whiskey in his cup, he turned to look at you.

You were a lot more done up than you normally were when you were working, but he couldn’t say he strongly preferred either. You looked amazing either way, just in different ways. “(L/n), funny running into you here.”

“Grayson,” you greeted, taking a sip of your own drink. “I can hardly believe this is an accident considering the way you’ve been watching me all night.”

That took him off guard, just enough to make him choke on his drink for a second. As soon as he regained his composure, he tried to figure out how to come back from his blunder. “Well, yeah. I thought I was seeing a ghost considering how you just disappeared.”

Not his best work, but you gave an amused smile so he would count it as a win. “Aw, you missed me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. It was just weird not being bothered every second of my work day.” You tipped your glass back, the last of your drink passing your lips. He watched as you swallowed before putting the glass back on the counter, leaving some bills folded under it.

“Ah, I see. Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Grayson.” You stood from your seat, giving him one last look before turning to disappear back into the crowd. Dick would have to work fast if he wanted to catch up to you before you slipped through his fingers yet again. He paid for his drink and left a tip as fast as he could, scanning through the crowd for you again. You were about to disappear down the hallway towards the bathrooms, and he still had to make his way through the crowd as politely as possible while also avoiding conversation. Damn social conventions. 

You walked down the hall, wanting to escape to the bathroom for a few minutes to compose yourself, when you felt a hand around your wrist. You whipped around, not knowing who would be daring enough in a room full of police, just to see the last person you wanted to. “Grayson, let go of me.”

“No,” his voice was firm before he realized it must’ve been a little jarring to just get grabbed. “Sorry, but no.”

“What do you want?”

“Why are you even here?”

“It’s my job. I’m reporting on this damn thing,” you practically hissed, trying again to tug your wrist free from his hold. “Why do you care so much?”

“You’ve been MIA for a month and then suddenly you just appear here of all places? What gives?” He said, stepping towards you. You took a step back, trying to keep the distance, but your back just hit the wall behind you. You were forced to look up at him, the storm in his blue eyes surprising you. Why did it matter so much?

“I got sick, alright? My editor thought this would be an easy returner,” you snapped, trying to maintain your glare with him. It was a little difficult with how close he was to not get flustered, but you did what you needed to. “Why, did you miss me?”

You could tell that pissed him off by the smallest flare of his nose, but before you could take in the victory, he hit his arm on the wall above you. He kept it there, trapping you between his body and the wall. He wasn’t pressed against you just yet, but you wouldn’t be opposed to it if it was. “Why do you like pissing me off so much?”

He really didn’t see the opportunity he presented you with. You grabbed his tie the slightest bit, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. When he didn’t, you used it to pull him down to your eye level. “Have you ever considered how fun it is?”

There was a moment of pure silence between the two of you, the faint noise of the party still going on just down the hall reminding you that you weren’t actually alone. Your gaze flicked down to his lips for just a moment, and then it was over. You don’t know who closed the distance first, but it didn’t really matter. The kiss was heated from the beginning, messy with tongue and teeth but you weren’t going to complain about it. Your hold on his tie tightened, pulling him closer to you. Dick’s arm moved from pressed against the wall above you, one hand fisting in your hair and the other wrapping around your waist to pull your body against him.

“God, I hate you,” Dick panted soon after he broke the kiss.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t?” You tried teasing, even though your voice was a lot more airy than you would care to admit.

“You annoy the hell out of me.”

“I’m a journalist that doesn’t give cops any wiggle room, of course I do.” He rolled his eyes, making you smile. You pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But you still missed me.”

“I guess I did. Do you maybe wanna get out of here?” You raised your brow, knowing he had to know how that sounded. It took him a second, but it finally clicked. “Not like that! Get some food or something. You probably aren’t annoying all the time.”

“You underestimate me,” you joked, making him smile. He has a pretty smile. “But I’ll take you up on that. Just make sure you behave yourself.”

“You’re the one who kissed me!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You freed yourself from his arms, making your way back down the hallway towards the exit. It took him a second, but you heard Dick following close behind. He pressed a hand to the small of your back, making sure you wouldn’t slip from his fingers again.

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[nocapesdahling]

As the World Falls Down - Chapter 2

Helmut Zemo x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: In which we hear a little from Helmut Zemo, the city is flying, and you find a baby. Not necessarily in that order.

Rating: Mature (17+)

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Slow Burn; Here there be angst; Accidental Child acquisition; Mentioned child neglect by others

A/N: I made myself sad while writing this chapter, knowing that certain things mentioned will never happen. Here begins the forewarned angst. Maybe once I finish this story, I’ll write a fluffy AU.

Chapter 2: Beneath a Fallen Sky (Age of Ultron) - Part 1

Word Count: 2.1k

Colonel Helmut Zemo repositioned his earpiece. He was not a man prone to fidgeting and never had been, especially on the job, but he had counted his squad after they had gotten clear of the city and they were one short.

You were missing.

His family was safe, his squad was safe, but you were not. While he kept his expression neutral, inside was a different story. You had to be here somewhere. You just had to be. He would not accept any other outcome. Once they arrived at their base outside the city, he searched room after room and asked person after person and could not find you. You were not in the Mission Control Room or in your workshop fiddling with your gadgets. You did not seem to be anywhere, which meant that he had to consider the idea of you still being in the city.

“Q, come in Q. Where are you? Branko is in need of you. He broke his new infrared glasses and Ana tore her body armor. Don’t ask me how she did it, darling. We thought it was indestructible, but you know Ana. She took that as a challenge.” He let a hint of his desperation show in his voice. “Q, please come in.”

All Zemo heard was static before a voice, your voice, answered and he breathed out in relief. “Hey, Boss.” you started haltingly. You sounded tired and out of breath. “Well, I’m still in the city.” Here, you paused and Helmut’s hand clenched into a fist. “We’re in the air, Helmut... I don’t know if I’m going to make it. You’ll have to give Carl his birthday gift from me. I think he’ll like it.”

His smile was filled with clenched teeth and looked more like a grimace. “Even now, you joke, my Q. Even now.”

__________________

You held back a sob at the pain you could hear in his voice.

You had been meant to rendezvous with the rest of your squad at the checkpoint, but had stopped as you passed an orphanage. You thought you had heard a baby crying, but that couldn’t be right. The orphanage looked to be and should be empty. You strained your ears, knowing you couldn’t leave a baby or a child there to die. There it was again, a baby’s cry. You knew your squad was long gone, but you reassured yourself with the thought that you could easily catch up with them after you saved the baby.

You searched through the rooms on the lower floor before finding one with cribs. No baby was in sight. You paused, hearing fighting and chaos outside. Knowing that you had to move quickly, you hoped for another cry. Just as you were about to dig out your infrared glasses from your pack, there it was again. There was a cry coming from behind some hospital style curtains. You pushed them aside and found what looked like a newborn baby or close to it, abandoned before their life could even start.

You didn’t have much experience with kids, but hoped your time as a babysitter would help somewhat. You had been the babysitter for the family with twins that lived in the apartment complex a few blocks over. They had been cute kids, a boy and a girl, but they weren’t babies. You had been on the job when their apartment was bombed and heard the news afterwards. Even with your connections, you had no luck in finding out what happened to them. You assumed they died alongside their parents and mourned them accordingly. You were never able to bring yourself to watch The Dick Van Dyke Show anymore. It brought back too many memories.

You picked the baby up and cradled her to your chest as she blinked her eyes up at you. Well then, maybe not as newborn as you had supposed. Her eyes had already settled on a color that was close to your own. It was a bit uncanny. You smiled at her, tickling heir stomach as you checked her diaper. You crinkled your nose at the smell. “I see that’s why you’re crying, little one. Let me fix that for you.”

You laid the baby down to change her when her eyes scrunched up and she let out an almighty wail. “Oh my, little one. What strong lungs you have. What about a song? How does that sound, hmm?”

The baby continued to cry and squirm, and you knew this needed to be done quickly as the sounds of fighting had escalated outside and you didn’t want the robots to be alerted to your presence.

You began to sing, “We have been waiting for you. Now you are here. More perfect than I imagined. Our house is now a home. No matter where you go. Sunlight shines on you.” You sang the lullaby again as the baby stopped crying and blinked sleepily.

“There. All done. I’m glad you liked it, though I don’t know if I’m much of a singer. My mother used to sing it to me. You should hear my friend sing. He has such a lovely deep voice and my godson loves it when he sings ‘Baa, Baa, Black Sheep’. I’m sure they’ll both be excited to meet you.”

You smiled down at her and searched the room, finding a baby carrier hidden behind some blankets and formula in the fridge in the next room over. You lifted the baby and put her in the carrier, strapping it to your chest and chatting idly all the while. You noted that she must be around 4 to 5 months old as she supported her own head just fine. You fed her the formula, mopping up her chin, and prepared yourself to go outside. You positioned yourself by the window, gun in hand and infrared glasses in place. There didn’t seem to be any robots in the vicinity at the moment, which meant that it was time to leave and catch up with your squad. You checked the baby one last time and were glad to see that she was still asleep.

You were ready. You stepped outside the orphanage and started to jog in the same direction you were going earlier, doing your best not to jostle the baby. Maybe, you could get through this and get both you and your little charge to safety. Maybe, you would see Helmut again. Then, the street behind you began to splinter and crumble and the ground gave a great lurch. The city had begun to rise from the ground.

__________________

You debated what to do and came up with some semblance of a plan that had at least a 65% success rate. That was not in the least bit promising, but it was better than the 0% chance you had if you stayed here. You needed to get you and your new passenger off the city somehow, and this was the only plan you had thought of so it would have to do.

You had ducked down in an alley that you recognized as not too far from one of your favorite cafes when your phone began to ring. Quickly, you picked it up and answered it with a brief glance at the caller ID. It was Helmut. __________________

“... Even now, you joke, my Q. Even now.”

“Well, Helmut, you know me. Always look on the bright side of life, even when the city is flying and you’re carrying an orphaned baby.”

“A baby, Q?” His tone was disbelieving and you could picture what he would have said if he were here in front of you. “Only you, Q, could get yourself into this mess. For someone so intelligent, you can be kind to the point of stupidity. I admire it as I admire you, but you must not let your compassion come before your safety.”

“Yes, Helmut. A baby. I think I’ll call her Alena. Maybe give her Heike as a middle name. What do you think? Oh, and you’ll be the godparents of course?”

You could hear Helmut let out a heavy breath and the slight hitch in his voice when he answered. “We’d be honored, Q. Heike will be thrilled and Carl will love having a new playmate. They’ll be like brother and sister I’m certain, eating Turkish Delights even when I’ve specifically told them not to.”

You laughed a bit wetly. “That’ll be nice. If we can get out of the city. We have something to look forward to. Cavities galore.”

He laughed and when he spoke his voice was softer than normal. “You’ve always had a soft heart, darling Q. My friend, I told you that your compassion might get you killed one day.” There it was. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist commenting on what he sometimes thought of as a weakness of yours. You also knew that he wouldn’t have you any other way. He sounded composed over the line, but you knew him well enough to know that he was suppressing everything and trying to hold it back for you to keep your focus on your current situation.

On the other side of the phone, Zemo was glad that he was alone so no one could see their leader fighting to keep his emotions contained. Now was not the time to be showing weakness in front of his squad. They needed him controlled and composed.

You were the only member of his squad that he could be soft with anyway.

“I guess you were right, Boss. I guess you were right. But I’m going to do my best to make sure that today’s not that day.” You paused, holding in a sob. If you weren’t careful and if your plan didn’t succeed, then today would be that day.

Over the course of the conversation, you had been walking as fast as you could, without jostling Alena too much, in the direction of your apartment that was luckily in the center of the city. You dodged more robots, and had the brief thought that whoever had made these things had to be compensating for something.

Why else would they have made so many?

You continued, mustering your nerve as you finally came in sight of your apartment. “I love you, Helmut. You know that, right?”

“I love you too, my Q.” He responded without hesitation.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Helmut. The absolute best. Give my love to Carl and Heike.”

You had reached your apartment as the robots all began to fly towards the bridge side of the city, leaving the way clear for you. “Goodbye, Helmut Zemo. Use that exploding pen at least once for me, won’t you?”

With that, you ended the call and turned off your earpiece. You wanted to spare him what could be your final moments and selfishly did not want to hear a goodbye from him. It might be cruel of you to not give him the closure you now had, but a goodbye from him felt too final. It meant you would never see him or the little smiles he gave you, when he didn’t think it would be professional to laugh at your little asides during mission briefings, again.

Just the thought of never seeing Helmut smile or hearing him laugh again made your tears fall, which you quickly wiped away before they could hit Alena. You brushed your fingers through her baby fine hair and checked on her. “Still asleep, little one? It’s been a hard day for us and it’s about to get harder, but that’s okay because I have a plan.” Your eyes filled with determination as you walked towards your apartment’s makeshift workshop. You had just the project in mind for this.

__________________

You were unaware that in your squad’s base, Zemo was staring at his phone in horrified disbelief. You had hung up on him, and he was unable to help you from here. He was a powerful man, and this feeling of powerlessness both stunned and devastated him.

He could not save you.

Zemo threw the phone, smashing it against the wall, and screamed your name. Not Q, but your full name, the name he hadn’t called you in years. He received only silence in return. He trashed the room until his hands were bloody and as he fell to the ground, he finally allowed his anguish to break free and sobbed. He had not cried like this in years. The destruction of the room and his tears weren’t enough.

Nothing would ever be enough again.

He did the only thing he could do as he recalled your last words. “I will, my Q. I promise.”

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A/N: I couldn’t help myself with the reference to the Maximoffs. The Sokovian lullaby is the translated version of the one Wanda sings in WandaVision. Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list for this series.

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so reading your last beomgyu fic made me think about something... 😳 do you think you can write a college au smut where the reader is an exchange student and beomgyu is assigned to introduce her to uni rules (and stuff like that) but things go.. wrong?👀 shiiit, i've got a lot of beomgyu in my mind wth 🤣

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a/n: hope you enjoy this! ily </3 

“babe they just assigned me a new student, I already told you that”. beomgyu spoke while throwing a hoodie over his head. he was on facetime with his long time girlfriend lana.

“i know and that pisses me off. we were supposed to meet up and I have another class in an hour or two. ugh can I just come to your dorm room after you’re done?“.

“yeah that’s fine I guess. It shouldn’t take that long”.

she scrunched up her nose. “you guess? so that means you don’t want me to come then?”.

beomgyu rolls his eyes.  he hated how she always caught an attitude for no reason. “that is not what I’m saying”.

“if you don’t want to see me beomgyu just say that then”.

“and why would I say that?”

“because. you’ve been avoiding me lately anyways. what is it? are you with someone else?”.

he shoves his feet in his sneakers. “I haven’t been avoiding you I have basketball practice. don’t you have my schedule? do you ever look at it?”.

she sucks her teeth. “whatever. I’ll be by your dorm in a few. I’ll text you when I’m there”.

sneaking a look in the mirror beomgyu flattens the small hairs that were sticking up from his head. it was getting late in the evening and of course he didn’t look as neat as he did this morning but he thought he looked pretty decent for now. he closes his room door and checks the messages sent to him from the floor’s RA.

room 325. he looks at the array of doors in front of him and realizes the room he was looking for should be around the corner. he turns down a few hallways and once arrived he knocks softly before shoving his hands in his pockets.  this arrangement was pretty frequent for him so he wasn’t nervous at all to recite the floor rules. it often went smoothly if the student didn’t have any extra follow up questions.

but once the door swung open beomgyu’s eyes widened. standing just beneath his nose her skin was the beautiful color of milk chocolate. her curly, black middle parted hair stopped just at her shoulders. her pudgy lips were glazed in lip gloss and her dark brown almond shaped eyes and curly eyelashes were nearly way too beautiful for beomgyu to even look into. he fidgeted nervously.

“um-hi hello I’m choi beomgyu i’m uh..this floor’s assistant RA”. he introduced, hoping she didn’t think he was a total dork for his stuttering. yet she gave him a small smile anyway. the whiteness of her teeth was blinding, might he add.

“hey I’m jasmin. Is there anything you need?”. she leans in closer while leaning on the doorway and beomgyu felt his heart throb. he discreetly backed up a bit to keep himself from being so nervous. she was just so beautiful and he never thought a girl like her would even want to transfer to a university in south korea.

“um-- I just have to lay down the floor rules. it’s a procedure done with every transfer student. uhh do you have a minute?”.

she nods before chuckling softly. “yeah but--are you okay? you seem a little..off”.

beomgyu shakes his head trying to laugh it off. “ah no no it’s just.. um- I’m a little worn out from practice today so I’m tired and my mind isn’t fully here”.

“Ah I understand”. she nods. And she did. playing a couple of sports back in america herself, she knew the feeling of a long day’s worth of practice. The both of them take awkward glances into the opposite directions avoiding each other’s gaze.

“so? do you want to come in?”. she invites after a couple a seconds of silence.

“yeah um-- sure this won’t take long”. he accepts. he hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid while he was in there. after closing the door behind him she kicks a small box further in her closet. it would be off-putting for beomgyu to see her sex toys firsthand. because jasmin was a nymphomaniac. she wasn’t afraid to admit that sex was her livelihood and she needed it every night and day.  it was a good thing beomgyu wasn’t paying attention to her at all though, more so on the way she decorated her dorm.

“wow it’s pretty nice in here. you decorated this all on your own?”.

“yeah. needed a chair to get to the high places but I tried. would you like a snack or anything?”.

“no no i’m fine. thank you though. so yeah- welcome to sejong dorm hall. you’ll love it here. it’s the most diverse out of all the dorm halls on campus. our rules are pretty simple. if you return late keep quiet, no outside guests allowed in the dorm hall, don’t damage any of the building’s furniture or belongings, no drugs or any intoxicating liquor and my favorite rule of them all, no sex of any sort”.

she laughs. “no sex huh?”.

“yeah. I’m sorry that’s the dumbest rule ever. the university really values study time and giving students a peaceful place to study even if it’s in their rooms. and of course if someone’s having sex in the room above, things aren’t as peaceful”.

she shrugs her shoulders. “eh I don’t know. I think I’ll still be able to calculate an equation or two with a bed rumbling above me“. she jokes, with her and beomgyu sharing a laugh soon after.

“but um- I do have a small request”. she says meekly.

“what is it?“.

“I have this kind of condition... and i was wondering if it can be excused“. she says lowly and beomgyu wondered why she was fidgeting all of a sudden. but she had to ask him, otherwise she’d be getting kicked out pretty soon.

“um yeah I can make some arrangements with the RA...what’s the condition?”.

she draws herself closer to him. beomgyu immediately grew nervous, backing himself into the nearby desk.

“I’m um--”. she semi-whispered. she places her arm on his shoulder, her lips were just inches from his own. “I’m kind of a nymphomaniac. if I don’t get what I want my condition will get worse. can i be an exception to the rule?”.

the way her pretty eyes stares at his lips in need. beomgyu didn’t know what to do with himself. he felt caged in. and he hated the fact that he was being turned on just by the seductive tone in her voice. he swallows the lump in his throat.

“I um---I don’t know if the university will allow th--”.

with no warning she pushes her pillow-like lips against beomgyu’s gently kissing him over and over before slipping her tongue in between his lips. she promised herself she would stop kissing him if he didn’t kiss back.

but he did.

she wraps her arms around his neck and allows the kiss to gradually grow rough and sloppier. beomgyu wanted to stop, he swear he did. but her lips were something he couldn’t get enough of. the way she kissed him with desire and passion like it would be the last kiss she ever had in her life. she clutches his wrists and slides his hands down to her ass.

“jasmin--”. beomgyu spoke in between the fluttering kisses. “jasmin I don’t think we should do-- this we’re going to get expelled”. yet the more he kissed her he didn’t know if he was trying to convince her or himself. what made things even worse about this affair was the sheer fact that he knew no one would ever approve of it. because jasmin was black. especially his girlfriend who would practically murder beomgyu if he ever found out he cheated on her with a black girl. but beomgyu disregarded skin color. he always did. he was never racist like his peers. his phone buzzed in his pocket. he fishes it out and glances at lana’s caller ID. jasmin pulls away with the same seductive glance before she hangs up.

“how about we make a deal beomgyu?”. she offers while pushing him backwards until he was sitting on the desk. she crawls on his lap and holds the nape of his neck sucking hickies into it. beomgyu’s eyes closed and a sigh of relief spills from his lips. her lips were different than the small pecks he was used to from lana. her lips were so hypnotizing, soft and perfect he couldn’t even bring himself to speak.

“if you keep fucking me and covering for me,”. she starts prior to leaving hickies in a few other spots. “I won’t tell your little girlfriend about this”. she finishes before moving upwards to kiss his bottom lip. she tongue kisses him once more. “deal?”. she smirks knowing she already had beomgyu wrapped around her finger. she reaches underneath her skirt and sluggishly slid her lacy panties down her thighs. beomgyu didn’t know how much his lips were parted due to pure shock and arousal. she tossed them to the side.

“deal?”.

he nods his head desperately and she clashes their lips rougher this time around. the more she grinds her hips against him the tighter his pants felt. it isn’t like he had to do all the work either. once she felt him get hard she unzips his jeans and pulls it out herself. she bit her lips and inches herself down on it until beomgyu was fully seated inside of her. she was satisfied, finally filled and wanted nothing but bliss to take her mind away.

“does it feel good baby?”. she asks softly.

and beomgyu, god beomgyu looked as if he could just melt. his eyes were lidded and hazy while he looked at her. she hadn’t even moved a muscle yet and the hairs on the back of his neck were already raising at how wet and tight she was. his mind boggled at how everything about her was so hypnotizing.

he clutches her waist and nods diligently. “p-please ride me”. he begs. she follows his plead and does as she were told, sinking down his dick slower than she reared up. beomgyu’s head drops back between his shoulders with an erotic groan.

“you have to be quiet gyu. remember the rules?”. she breathes loving the sight of the blonde-haired boy becoming undone.

“you feel so fucking good”.

she grins and continues with the rotation with of her hips trying to keep the meek moans that awaited in her throat at a minimum. he brings his head up and lets his hands bracket her moving hips. he thought he finally had himself under control through his weighty breathing. but jasmin does a thrust particularly hard that unraveled him all over again.

“s-shitt”.

she grins once more. “potty mouth”.

“i c-can’t control myself”.

and he couldn’t, especially with the room filled with nothing but their discreet moans, the squelchy sounds of jasmin riding his lap and the desk clashing against the bed in front of it. she quickens her pace,  being just as stubborn as the orgasm that ached within them both.

“fuckk this feels way better right?”.

by now beomgyu’s head was clouded. he wanted to groan as loud as he want  it was painful that he had to keep quiet. he resorted to low whimpers while gripping her waist tighter.

“don’t ask stupid questions. look whose the potty mouth now?”.

she wanted to say something slick back but she couldn’t. she was also trapped in her own clouds with her hands splayed on gyu’s chest. “oh my god”. she hisses, almost dreamy.

beomgyu gazes at her, “come down here”.

“w-why?”.

“because if you keep riding me like this I don’t know if i’m going to be able to control myself much longer”.

bouncing atop of beomgyu she leans her head lower to flatten his lips, the both of them drinking in each other’s moans to keep them from going directly through the walls. he reaches his hands down to cup her ass while her thighs trembled.

“fuckk--fuck keep doing that”. beomgyu groaned in between the pauses of their hot feuding tongues.  she ruts her hips down harder with each thrust with curse words of her own disappearing into the cavern of beomgyu’s mouth. without warning and in perfect sync the both of them reached their highs, jasmin still riding him diligently even with his cum dripping down her thighs. his hips bucked up into her still cumming, he decides to hold her up to refrain her from riding him no longer to keep from the overstimulation. she smirks while watching him finish. she kisses his sticky bottom lip yet again.

“fuck-- did I just cum inside of you?”.

she chuckles and kisses him one last time before climbing back down off of his lap pulling her skirt down. beomgyu sat up and straightened himself up again.

“don’t worry, I take pills beomgyu”.

he breathed in relief, zipping his pants back up. “good”. he stood up with his legs kind of limp and him kind of feeling tired. he didn’t know what he was going to tell lana when he got back to his room. he couldn’t believe what he was about to ask jasmin but he shoved down his pride. he couldn’t get enough.

“maybe, maybe I can get your number for whenever we do this again?”.

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the date

pike jj x reader ft. cody and tyler

part 2: in which you begin to move on

it’s been a secret, but here’s zach :)

let me try and explain the timeline here real quick: okay so this is before the pogues come to visit, after the sick day. the timeline is a little fucked but that’s okay, we can just pretend we do not see inconsistencies :)

“Call him,” Tyler urged, nudging your leg with his foot.

“What if he says no,” you protested, “I can’t take any more rejection from men this year. Not to sound like I need men to validate me, but I’m not sure my ego can handle much more of this.”

Cody laughed, “We’ll kick his ass if he hurts your feelings.”

“I doubt you could, I’ve seen the pictures,” you scoffed.

Tyler’s jaw dropped, “Hey, I can hold my own.”

“Sure you can, scarecrow,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, look, I know this guy and he’s really nice and respectful and understanding. Plus he plays baseball, I know how you feel about that.”

Raising your eyebrows, you hummed thoughtfully, “You should’ve said that immediately. I’ll call him.”

“Really?” Cody asked, “That’s all it took?”

“That’s all,” you confirmed, “now, help me come up with something to start the conversation.” -

“You can’t wear that,” Cody scoffed, looking disgusted at your outfit.

“What? Why not?”

Cody ticked reasons off on his fingers as he spoke, “First, you already had to cancel on him once because your body just shut down so the expectations and anticipation are even higher. Two, you have to really wow him because he’s only seen you looking like shit, you have to prove you’re better than that usually. And C, look good, feel good.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but he made some pretty good arguments, “First of all, if he’s seen me only looking bad, the bar is pretty fucking low, dude.”

“Exactly, that’s why it’s so sad that you’re literally tripping over it.”

Looking down at your shorts, you crossed your arms, “Wait, what’s wrong with this outfit though?”

“No shorts,” Tyler yelled from the bathroom.

You scoffed, “Mind your business in there.”

“No, you need help.”

“Trust me, I do not need two men’s help.”

“But you do though,” Cody said, digging through your wardrobe, looking for something else.

“Dude,” you protested as he pulled out an armful’s worth of clothes.

“Options,” he told you, “I’m just trying to help.”

You sighed, “I suppose you’re right. Hit me with it.”

“Skirt,” Tyler yelled from the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Cody asked, walking back to dig through your closet again.

“Dinner and a basketball game.”

“Oh, maybe shorts are the way to go.”

“Thank you,” you said, grabbing some clothes to put back in your closet.

“No,” Tyler interrupted, finally leaving the bathroom, “Still a skirt, but you can dress it down with a t-shirt.”

“But, shorts,” you tried to argue.

“Show off your figure, bitch,” Cody responded, shutting you down.

-

Zach picked you up from the dorms, Cody and Tyler watching you get in the car from a distance. He rolled down the window and waved at them, “See you guys around!”

“See ya, man!” Tyler yelled back.

Cody gave him a scrutinous look, “Be good!”

“No promises,” you mumbled and Zach snorted.

“Gonna be that kind of date, huh?”

Your cheeks heated, “No, I meant like, the basketball game. I get kind of into it.”

Zach pulled out onto the street and glanced over, “Hey, I was kidding, don’t stress.”

“Not stressed,” you pouted.

The restaurant he picked was one you’d surprisingly never been to and when you told him he chuckled, “You strike me as the type to have a regular.”

“I am, but I swore we tried every place near campus before establishing our regulars.”

“Well, I’m honored to show you something new.”

He parked and jogged around to open the door before you could get out. It was, unusual, but you weren’t complaining. Zach walked slightly behind you, hand hovering near your back as if he wasn’t sure whether he could touch you or not.

You paused and he walked into you, hand brushing against you, and cleared his throat, “Fuck, sorry.”

“You can touch me, you know?”

Zach blushed, “Well, I didn’t want to assume.”

“That’s very sweet, but I think we’re past the point of casual touches after you spent an entire day taking care of me. And, technically, we’re dating.”

“Well, we agreed it was the fever talking and we’d actually go on a date before making that decision.”

“I’m a modern woman,” you waved his words away, “caution to the wind.”

Zach laughed and held the restaurant’s door open for you, “Fair enough. Takes a lot of pressure off for tonight.”

“Were you nervous?” you teased.

“Well, yeah. You’re so pretty and funny and smart, and I want to impress you.”

Your jaw dropped and your ears felt hot, “I,” you cleared your throat, “well, thank you. Consider me impressed,”

“Good,” Zach smiled, picking up the menu the hostess had sat in front of him. He flipped through it and nudged your foot with his, “By the way, the meatball subs here fucking slap.”

“Oh yeah?”

“If I remember correctly, you told me once that meatball subs were your go-to for testing out Italian restaurants.”

“I, yeah they are, um, when did I say that?”

“You snapped me a picture of a meatball sub from Subway one night super late when you were drunk and told me about it.”

“Right, and you just…remembered?”

“Well of course, I had to pick a place with a fire meatball sub for you. Good impression, remember?”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get the picture.”

He smiled and nudged your foot with his again, “Ready to order?”

“Guess I’m trying the meatball sub.”

When the waitress came back, Zach let you order first and then ordered his food and a bottle of wine for the table. You raised your eyebrows as she inspected his ID and told the two of you it’d be out shortly.

“I’m 20,” you told him.

“But I’m 21, and I know you drink.”

“Touché.”

“This wine is really good. Admittedly, I don’t know everything, all my knowledge is by proxy, my uncle owns a winery in Napa, but I know some.”

You nodded, fully impressed, “Good enough for me.”

Zach laughed, “Good to know.”

The wine and the sub were excellent, right on par with the company. Zach kept you laughing through the whole meal, the conversation staying alive without things getting awkward.

“Wait wait wait,” he laughed, pausing to take a sip of wine, “you’re telling me that Tyler actually went as Hermione?”

“Full wig and everything!”

“Fuck, wish I could’ve seen pictures of that.”

“Oh, I have some,” you reassured.

Zach dissolved into laughter again, taking your phone from you to scroll through. The smile dropped after a few seconds and he swiped up on a notification, locking your phone. Your heart dropped and you smiled uncertainly as he said, “Ready for dessert?”

“Yeah, I saw lava cake on the menu. Is everything okay?”

“I think so, you just got some passive aggressive texts from a JJ.”

You rolled your eyes, “What did he say?”

“Something about being a bad friend and abandoning them. I think it was supposed to sound like a joke, but that’s not the vibe it really portrayed.”

“Yeah, he’s been a real dick lately.”

Zach’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned forward, “Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t really want to kill the mood,” you laughed humorlessly.

“You aren’t if I’m asking.”

“Well, if you want the whole truth, I kinda liked him. And then he started dating this girl Brooke, and she’s the fucking worst. She literally hates me for no reason and JJ doesn’t say anything in my defense when she treats me like shit.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. You deserve a better friend.”

“Not so sure about that, clearly karma has it out for me.”

“We’ve only known each other for a short time, but I think you’re incredible and you don’t deserve to be treated that way by a friend. Is that the guy you were telling me about, the reason you want to take things slow? Because I think I understand now.”

Your eyes filled with tears at his earnest words, “Yeah, it is, and wow, you’re actually the best.”

Zach laughed just as the waitress set the lava cake and two spoons between the two of you, “I try.”

Shortly after finishing, Zach paid and the two of you left the restaurant hand in hand. He opened the car door for you again and smiled, hand on your knee. You gave him a wobbly smile and patted his hand, “Thanks.”

“Anytime, seriously. Ready for some basketball?”

“Always.”

-

When you got back to your dorm JJ, Cody, and Tyler were all sitting on the floor outside your room, half empty bottle of flavored vodka between JJ’s fingers. His eyes were fluttering and you could tell he was gone.

Tyler smiled apologetically, “I’m so sorry. He was threatening to come here alone so we decided to come as buffers.”

You snorted, “Real mature, J. Saw you blowing up my phone while I was at dinner.”

“With who?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I met someone.”

“We’re best friends, of course it’s my business.”

“Are we?”

You didn’t give him time to answer before going inside your dorm and letting the door slam shut between you and the boys. There was a slapping noise and Cody said, “Bro I know you’re not going to remember this tomorrow, but for fuck’s sake.”

JJ made a wounded noise, “What if he’s a dick?”

Going on your tiptoes to look through the peephole, you managed to catch Tyler’s shrug, “Dude, I’m not sure what to tell you other than that he’s a good guy.”

“Is he good enough?” JJ countered, arms crossing sloppily.

“Is Brooke good enough?” Cody asked, not even looking up from where he was kicking at the floor.

“Brooke is great,” JJ slurred defensively.

“Great at being the absolute worst,” Tyler scoffed.

You fought back a laugh and walked away from the door. JJ wasn’t going to ruin your night.

[innittowinit]

Can you pick me up? my uni burnt down (Chapt. 2)

Relationships: Sleepy bois inc (all fics i write are platonic)

Summary: 

 In which Techno goes to England for University, his building catches fire in the night, and he isn't prepared for the difference in climate between England and California. SBI fluff ensues

Chapter summary: 

After waking up, Wilbur has the great idea that they should do a sleepy boys stream. Tommy doesn't get told about this id

Words: 1785

Language: English

AO3 Chapt. 1

Listen, waking up on a sofa, with a thin blanket shared with 3 men was never going to be the best morning. His back hurt and his legs were numb from Wilbur having sprawled out over the three of them as he slept. 

Stretching his arms back, he recounted the events of last night. God, it really was only a few hours ago, he was so tired. Had this been last year, he would have been able to stay up for days on end and then just crash for an entire weekend. It wasn’t last year though and Techno had gotten himself into a fairly healthy routine, he couldn’t exactly be sleeping through his uni classes anyway. 

“Alright you two” Hearing Philza’s voice, he propped his head up, “Get up, you can’t lay around all day”

A groan came from the mass of blankets and cushions that happened to be Wilbur, who was curled up in the centre of it,

“Phil it's so early and we went to bed so late. It’s fine to sleep in”

“Okay” he chuckled, humouring his tired friend “It’s midday Wil, im taking the blankets away now”

Techno thought it was much too early too, as he tugged the sleeves of Wilbur’s hoodie down a little further so they could act like gloves. 

“Do you mind if I use your PC to try and find out what’s going on with my classes at some point? They'll probably send me an email or something” He grumbled, standing up so he could stretch his back out properly, following Phil slowly to the kitchen.

“That’s fine, it's up in my room, do what you need”

Breakfast was nice, it had been a while since Techno had had time for it honestly, and even longer since he had been able to eat with people he cared about. He had a couple slices of buttered toast and a bowl of some british cereal which he didn’t really like but he didn’t want to be rude so he ate it anyway. 

“You wanna stream together later?” Wil asked through a mouth full of food, earning a snort from Phil. This was nice. 

“Yeah maybe, you use face cam though, I’m not like against showing them my face but y'know, it is what it is” he shrugged, spooning another mouthful of his breakfast into his mouth, he had to admit it was very bland, he much preferred the sweeter ones that were more popular in America. 

“Well think about it, if you decide you don't want them to see you, you can always just sit off to the side and I'll turn my monitor so you can still see it. My office is big enough for it anyway, it’ll be like where Niki was during that one MCC remember?”

Techno nodded and carried on eating, they really were 3 very sleepy boys right now. Maybe he’d take a nap once he found out what was going on with his classes. 

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Streaming without any gameplay to comment about and with facecam on? Techno wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. That just didn’t really sound like something he was going to enjoy.

It was nerve wracking and he always seemed to glance at the camera too much when it was pointed at him. He knew the fans would be disappointed if he didn’t do it though, When Wilbur tweeted out saying that he and Phil would join him in a ‘you laugh you lose’ he watched as the replies freaked out. 

You could say he was just a bit camera shy, he wasn’t incredibly insecure, sure there were things he didn’t like that much but everyone had things like that, it just made him nervous to know that people were looking at him. 

He’d be okay with his friend’s though, he trusted that they’d never put him in an uncomfortable situation. He knew if he got overwhelmed he could sit outside the frame. 

It would be okay. 

“Hey hey chat” Wilbur mumbled into the mic, making it loud enough so that everyone could hear but it still sounded like he was whispering. 

“We’ve got the blade here, bet you weren’t expecting that huh chat? Or maybe you were, maybe you read the title of the stream, bet there’s someone watching who didn't think he’d be here though” he finally turned the music off and switched from his ‘starting soon’ screen to his regular camera. 

Wil went through the rules, it was the normal stuff, he added in some jokes here and there, prodding Techno and Phil to talk at times. They’d already agreed that this wouldn’t be for youtube, since that seemed to add a bit too much pressure for Techno, but hey, he still had to welcome his chat. 

“Okay!! First media share! Lets go”  

After a series of videos, some funnier than others, Techno had started to loosen up a bit. He was getting more comfortable with the camera and while he’d probably cringe while looking back at the footage, at least he was having fun right now.

He had a warm feeling in his chest that wasn’t usually there when he was streaming alone, sure it was usually fun but nothing was better than being with his friends while doing it, there was really only one person who was missing. 

As if on queue, chat started spamming Tommy’s name, for a moment Techno thought he had been mumbling his thoughts out loud, before he looked between Phil and Wilbur, who both seemed equally confused. Moving Wilbur’s mouse over the chat to pause it, Techno tried to read some of the messages. 

“Oh he tweeted something” he mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket without a care. Maybe some irl streamers would have used the computer but knowing Wilbur’s history, he doubted it could run Chrome and streamlabs at the same time. 

Looking at the tweet he felt a little pang of guilt. It was lighthearted and jokey but he knew there’d be a little truth to it. He nudged the other two and read it aloud to them. 

‘Damn guess I’m not a sleepy boy after all’

The air felt a little thick after that, they hadn’t meant to exclude Tommy; all of the excitement of Techno coming to stay had just made it a little hard to arrange to have Tommy here after all. 

Still, they probably should have still told him though. They were supposed to be each other's family.  

“Hey chat I think we’re gonna have to end stream early.” Wilbur finally piped up, deciding it wouldn't be right to carry on when they had hurt their friend, not that chat needed to know that though, he didn’t want to embarrass Tommy. 

“I feel kinda sick and I don't think you all wanna watch me vomit right? Yeah so it’s best we end it now” 

Techno sniggered to himself at that, in games Wilbur always seemed to be very cunning but he supposed he wasn’t very good at lying when it was about something he actually cared about. Said something being Tommy.  

After raiding Fundy, the trio hopped straight onto discord. 

Tommy didn't answer the first time he was called. 

Or the second. 

Finally, after three calls, Tommy decided he’d talk to them. 

“You are all a bunch of dick heads, you know that? What the hell! Why wasn’t I invited to the sleepy boy’s stream! Wilbur you bitch!” Through all the vulgar language and the constant yelling, it was clear that Tommy was genuinely upset. 

He had every right to be, as far as Techno was concerned. From his point of view his friend’s had just gone off and hung out without him. He just hoped he’d calm down once they explained everything.  

“You know I thought we were friends! I thought we were brothers! But if you don’t wanna hang out with a ‘kid’ you can just tell me and i’ll- i'll go!” He was still yelling, as usual, it was clear he was trying to make this into a joke where he could overreact but Techno noticed the small sniffles and the quiver in his voice. 

By the looks on Phil’s and Wilbur’s faces, they recognised it too.  

“Listen, Tommy” 

Wil was the first to talk, it made sense, it seemed that Tommy trusted him the most at times. Sometimes Techno could be a bit too cold and sometimes Phil could get a bit too overbearing.

Techno understood this, he didn’t take it personally, he knew it was only natural that you have people you trust with your emotions more than others. It didn’t mean Tommy didn’t love them just as much, just that they weren’t his ‘go-to’ when he felt down. 

Techno felt the same way sometimes. Feeling’s got complicated and personally he thought Phil was the best to talk to about that, the fact that he was older and had his life sorted out gave him a sense of comfort, like he could trust him because he knew what he was talking about. 

“We didn’t plan a meetup, it just sorta happened. Phil was at my place, helping me record, and then Techno’s Uni had a fire and he needed a place to stay while they’re making it safe again” Wilbur sighed as he heard Tommy moving on the other side of his mic. Techno wondered what he was doing. 

“We would have invited you, had we known that we’d all be in the same place Toms” 

Phil took over, giving Wilbur a little sympathetic smile. The brunette so obviously felt guilty about the situation. 

“But when we got the call from Tech’ it was past 3 in the morning and it was tipping it down with snow, as soon as we got home we all slept. We decided to do a stream this morning but never once did we intend to try and make you feel like you aren’t welcome with us” 

Finally it was Techno’s turn to talk...Fuck.

He wasn’t exactly the most sentimental guy, he struggled to show his emotions and he just assumed everyone he cared for just knew that he cared for them. He rarely had to say it out loud. God okay. He just had to swallow his pride and go for it. 

“Tommy you are a sleepy boy and you are our brother. We did kind of a dick move today and if I was you I’d probably be upset too. I know I didn't like seeing you guys playing without me during MCC and that wasn’t even any of our decisions. We should have called you or something. I know I kinda tease you a lot but that’s just how I show I like people. Listen Tommy if I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be comfortable enough to make those kinds of jokes with you. It’s not funny if it’s hurting you though..”

Techno bit his lip, this wasn’t as hard as he had anticipated but it was coming out like word vomit. 

“You’re young Tommy but you’re so talented. We love you”

There was some more rustling, it sounded like Tommy was wiping his eyes. Maybe the boy had expected a yelling match, only for it to turn out to be very emotional. 

“I love you guys too.. If you ever exclude me ever again though I’m getting my vlog knife out”

[alitaimagines]

“just as long as you know you got me and boy I got ya. cause tonight I’m making deals with the devil and I know it’s going to get me in trouble but as just as long as you know you got me. ”

hanta sero ☆ MY HERO ACADEMIA

note: this is a very late birthday imagine for my latinx king Sero. I came down with a double ear infection and haven’t been able to listen to music as much and I think that anyone who knows me knows I need to listen to music to write. 

just as you made it to common room after classes one particular Thursday, you noticed Uraraka and Kirishima looking at Sero with a saddened expression. they three of them turned to you and Sero gave you a small wave as the other two called you over. 

“hey guys, what’s up?” you asked sitting next to Sero, “I found out the girl I had been seeing from the business department basically used me,” your eyes widened at his confession, “she was using me as a way to get over her boyfriend and just dumped me as soon as they got back together.” 

your mouth hung up as you immediately hugged the boy, “oh my god, Hanta, I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed as he shrugged his shoulders, “tell Mina and I who the girl is, I’m sure neither of us would mind teaching her a lesson,” you joked making him shake his head playfully. 

“don’t worry about it, it’s not worth it,” he muttered as both Kirishima and Uraraka excused themselves to let you console Sero on your own, “but honestly, what she did was not cool at all. I know how you’re feeling though so I understand,” you said. 

he gave you a questioning look, “I was kind of in a similar situation a few months ago with someone in the general education course,” Sero gave your shoulder a squeeze, “but it’s been a while now so I’m over it but how about this? this Saturday, you and I should get permission from Aizawa and go into town,” you offered. 

Sero nodded yes immediately, “and do what?” he asked as you shrugged, “I don’t know. we could get cold soba and walk around until we get tired or our curfew hits,” you thought out loud. Sero agreed as you gave him a smile and stood up, “awesome, can’t wait for Saturday!” you exclaimed. 

the two of you stayed in the common room and finished up some homework that was due for Midnight’s class as you tried to keep Sero’s mind off of his small heart break. you could tell as the two of you stayed together, his mood lightened up more and more. 

“that’s nice,” Uraraka told Kirishima as they popped their heads from the corner of the hallway, “I didn’t know those two were close,” she added on. 

Kirishima murmured that both of you weren’t however he was one of the few you did know of you past relationship break up and knew that if there was anyone to comfort Sero, it would be you.

“they would make a cute couple, wouldn’t they?” Uraraka mentioned as Kirishima stayed silent for a moment, “yeah, they would,” he finally said as he stared at the two of you. 

you didn’t know Sero as well as you knew others in the class. the ones you were close with in 1-A was Tokoyami, Todoroki, Ojiro, and Momo. you were more friends with the quieter kids in class and hardly interacted with the so called Bakusquad. 

that didn’t stop Sero though. his eyes did stray to you every so often. you were one of the cutest girls in 1-A and although he did date around with other girls, his mind always wondered how it would be to take you out on a date. 

“I’m heading up to bed, I’ll see you tomorrow?” you told Sero as you packed your things into your small backpack, “sure, we should ask Aizawa first thing in the morning since it is a little short notice,” Sero mentioned.

you nodded and without thinking twice, you gave him a small peck on the cheek before making your way to the elevators to get to your floor. Sero on the other hand placed his hand on his cheek as a blush started to rise on his face. 

Friday morning came and went with the two of you getting permission from Aizawa. the class was able to tell how close you and Sero were becoming. a few taunts came from Kaminari and Kirishima for Sero as Todoroki couldn’t help but become a little blunt and ask you if you were now dating the tape boy. 

all of Friday night both you and Sero were texting each other about what activities both of you were able to do on Saturday that remained in both of your budget. 

once Saturday came, you woke up a bit early to get dressed and ready. you hardly wore make up but you put on foundation and a bit of highlight and blush before checking to see how the morning felt. the air was a bit chilly but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

after you texted Sero that you were ready, you heard a knock on the door not even a few minutes later. Sero was dressed in regular jeans and a hoodie. 

“morning Hanta! how did you sleep?” you asked as the two of you made your way to the elevators, “fine, how about you? I know you mentioned that you did struggle to sleep a bit last night,” you shrugged, “fine I guess. it isn’t unusual for my sleep schedule to hate me,” you joked. 

a few of your classmates were in the kitchen making themselves breakfast which earned a very childish ‘oooo’ from them, “fuck off,” you said playfully as you chucked a towel that was on the counter, “we didn’t say anything! enjoy your date,” Kaminari joked as Sero threw him another towel. 

after successfully leaving, the both of you caught a train to get into the city. it was odd to see the train so empty for a weekend but you brushed it off, not thinking much of it. 

“so, it’s eleven in the morning, what do you want to do first?” you asked Sero, “we could find a museum that’ll let us in for free!” Sero said as you nodded. 

you quickly looked up a museum and found that there wasn’t any around you however you did find an amusement park that offered free admissions to students as long as both of you had ID’s.

“are you in the mood to ride some coasters?” you told Sero, “there’s a theme park around us that’ll let us in for free as long we have our school ID’s,” you explained as you watched Sero perk up, “awesome! let’s go!” he exclaimed as he grabbed your hand and quickly GPS’d the route to the aquarium.

as soon as both of you got your ID’s checked, you looked up at the map of the theme park to see where both of you could start off. 

“how about we start with the big rides? we can ride the ones that seem the scariest and after that, we can head off to find a place to eat some cold soba!” Sero nodded as the two of you found the first of a few big rides, “oh god, I’m nervous,” you giggled as the two of you stood in line. 

“are you not a fan of big rides?” he asked in a taunting tone of voice, “shut up Hanta! I have every right to be! my parents used to force me to write these types of rides as a kid and it traumatized me!” you explained as he couldn’t help but start laughing.

“asshole!” you murmured as he shoved you playfully, “aww, don’t be mad! I promise I’ll be there to protect you,” he said half serious and half joking. 

once the two of you approached the lines that separated into everyone into the individual lines of which seat they wanted to ride in, Sero pulled you into the front row. 

“aww, you fucking dick!” you exclaimed nervously, “of course we could only do the front row! it’s the best seat to ride in!” he tried to say without laughing. 

both of you sat in the seats as the attendants made sure that the belts were buckled correctly. you gave Sero a nervous look as he sneakily held your hand in comfort. 

you didn’t have enough time to react to the sentiment before you felt the ride jerk forward, “Sero, I’m going to fucking kill you!” you screamed as you approached the first drop. you squeezed Sero’s hand as the ride fell down making your hair to the back. 

“HANTA, OH MY GOD!” you squealed as you noticed the ride flashed a light which meant they must have taken both of your photos, “HANTA, I CAN’T!” you continued to scream as he laughed at your reaction. 

as soon as the ride came to a stop, you looked over to Sero and the two of you. started up laughing. you were holding onto his arm as you tried to hold your laugh in. 

“oh god, I felt like I was going to lose my shoe,” you admitted before realizing that the two of you were going to pass the small booth where you could view the photos, “we look like idiots!” you joked as you looked at the photo. 

Sero chuckled as he looked at the prices of the photos, “I’d like two copies Row One,” you whipped your head around to see him purchasing the photos, “are you serious? we look like clowns,” you muttered as he grabbed the copies from the employer. 

“it’s called blackmail sweetheart,” you sighed before grabbing your copy and put it into your purse, “you’re way too fucking evil for that face,” he gave you a smile before heading to the next ride.

ride after ride, you got more comfortable around Sero and the feeling of getting onto rides. for most of the time at the theme park, you were holding Sero’s hand or he was holding you to one side of him. 

once you looked at the time and realized it was best to head to the restaurant to get dinner. you couldn’t lie, you were starting to get cold as the sun was starting to set and the air was getting cold. 

“how many?” the hostess asked, “two, thank you!” you told her as she sat you and Sero down at the table. 

the both of you stayed quiet for a few minutes to check your phones and reply to any of the messages you guys had received. little to your knowledge, Sero had taken a photo of you and put it on his finsta. 

you were looking at the menu when he snapped the photo and posted it. 

“I think I like her...a lot”

once you ordered the cold soba for the both of you. the two of you talked about anything that came up and once the food was brought out, you dug into it like you guys hadn’t eaten in years. 

“today was probably the most fun I’ve had in months,” Sero said through a mouthful of soba, “same! I haven’t done this with anyone in such a long time but wait, you have something on your face,” you bent over the table and wiped his face with a napkin. 

Sero laughed as a blush was evident on his face. you felt your phone ringing in your back pocket and knew it was the alarm you had set. you didn’t want to pass curfew and you set an alarm so the both of you could catch the train that’ll make it to U.A. a few minutes before curfew. 

“we should head back, we don’t want Aizawa to kill us for passing curfew,” you told Sero as he nodded and pulled your chair out so the two of you could pay. 

Sero however went to the cash register while you were in the bathroom and payed for both of you, “hey, we didn’t go to the cash register! we need to pay!” you told Sero as he waved you off, “I already payed for us,” your eye twitched as you smacked his shoulder. 

“why? I could’ve paid for myself! the bill was probably way too high,” you reprimanded him as he dodged your attacks, “what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you pay?” was all he said as the two of you boarded the train. 

as soon as your butt hit the seats, the exhaustion set in right away. you felt your eyes drifting to sleep and felt Sero move you so you could fall asleep on his shoulder. unknowingly, you snuggled closer to Sero as you wrapped the sweater he let you borrow tighter against you. 

the train ride felt like a mere few minutes when Sero finally woke you up and told you that you guys were finally back at U.A. you yawned into his sweater as he offered to walk you up to your room. 

the walk was silent, both of you pretty tired out and wanted nothing more than to go back to your rooms to lay down and think of the day both of you had. 

“I had a fun time tonight,” you told Sero as he nodded, “I’d like to do it again,” he murmured as you nodded, “but you know, have you as my girlfriend.”

you blushed as you went on your toes to give Sero a kiss. he deepened it as he grabbed you by the waist and held you close to him. your hands found a home on his face as the two of you remained kissing for a while. 

“of course,” you whispered as Sero bent down for another kiss, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he murmured against your lips, “come down around nine to make breakfast and watch some tv,” you replied as you gave him one final kiss before fully pulling away. 

Sero nodded as he squeezed your hand before heading down the hall to get to his dorm. 

ALITA

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Death Note

I’m watching this show specifically because of that text post that said, “Watch how quickly this one guy decides to be the worst person ever” and he has killed two people in the first ten minutes

Though 2 be fair he’s killing people to save people so it’s a trolley problem kind of thing for now

“In fact I’ve been waiting for you... Ryuk” ok weird flex Light but u do u

“You’re the first one to use to this extent in five days” WAIT DID HE MURDER ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN FIVE DAYS I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST LOOKING AT A LIST OH MY GOD??

“So there isn’t a price to using Death Note?” said Light, as if killing people is just a normal thing that we all do

Fhkjfhfkjb Ryuk really went ‘u used the book so we’re friends now’ 

I was wondering why the book was in English, and I guess that makes sense British and American imperialism really Did That

“I can write down the names of criminals, and slowly reduce the number of evil people” uhhhh doesn’t u being a Book Murderer also make you a criminal Light

“Human lives shouldn’t be taken so lightly” bah dum tss

Also I guess that revelation lasted about thirty seconds for you huh

Update from 15 seconds later: Even less than that

“I would create a world of earnest, kind humans” really because I don’t think places that allow the death penalty are generally nicer societies 

It’s interesting that they use English in the classes and the notebook but the conversation at Interpol takes place in Japanese (despite the implied internationality and Ryuk’s aforementioned claim about English being most common) 

Huh I won’t lie I do think it’s confusing that the main characters are L and Light, which also starts with L

“I am justice” I mean if anything this show just proves that no one should be allowed to use the death penalty on apprehended suspects in criminal justice cases ever 

OH SHIT PLOT TWIST HIS DAD’S A COP (IT WAS IN THE TEXT POST I THINK BUT I FORGOT)

Wow this show is full of mind games already I guess I can see why like, crime show fans would dig it

“But I’m going to say this as your roommate” OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES KJHRGKJHKJHG

Interesting that someone is following Light specifically already

I mean not to poke too many holes in your plan Light but wouldn’t it clash with your plan to become God if you die at like 35 or smth 

“You’re already much more of a shinigami than they are” Ryuk said my friends are BORING I want to hang out with this MURDER TEEN

“I may not look it, but I’m pretty popular” Light is exactly the kind of guy who ends up in a true crime special where a bunch of people say he seemed like a nice, charismatic young man

Man this poor girl that Light brought on this date is going to be straight traumatized after this

I mean isn’t it MORE suspicious if someone dies around someone with direct ties to the police even if it’s not a heart attack

“You were indeed a brilliant FBI agent once, but now you’re my fiancée” kjhfkjhg WHAT FBI AGENTS CAN’T BE MARRIED 

“Once we have a family, you’ll be so busy that you’ll forget that you were an agent” I’m not a fan of Raye Penber 

What’s the point in killing Raye at all???? He told you he was part of a special investigation so clearly he’s not that suspicious of you

Light sure is bold to announce his Killing People Experiments in the middle of a busy sidewalk 

Incredible that consistently no one notices Light’s increasingly threatening declarations????

Fjkfkfhk these five cops finding out their Hail Mary is this strange little goblin man,,,, wow

This woman has really pushed Light to the brink just by giving a fake name, I admire her tenacity

Cops wearing fake IDs really did not age well oh boy

SERIOUSLY HOW DOES NO ONE EVER HEAR LIGHT SAYING SUSPICIOUS THINGS IN PUBLIC THOROUGHFARES HE LITERALLY JUST SAID “I AM KIRA” AS A DETECTIVE WALKED BY, WHILE HE WAS TALKING TO SOMEONE HE KILLED IMMEDIATELY AFTER

Wow it really took only eight episodes for L to track Light as close as one of two families

“You have a wife and daughter, right?” “I know!” I mean..... not 2 be that guy but... cops

 “To me, apples are like... Well, like cigarettes and liquor to humans” Vcvhcjhj every once in a while Ryuk says something that really tickles me

I know the word sociopath is kind of outdated but man does Light have actual interests outside of school or does he just do stuff to fill the void of his lack of interests (outside of murder)

JKHGKJHGKJHKJHG I cannot believe that this has turned into a fake classmate situation first of all 1) are you going to become friends and 2) How old are you Ryuzaki/L?

“Where is that rich kid from? And he’s even at the top of his class? What a jerk” honestly a mood

I DESPERATELY want Light’s mother or sister to overhear his evil cackling will someone finally eavesdrop on this god complex

“If I sit normally, my reasoning skills drop by 40%” weird flex but same 

Sidenote: I can’t believe how many episodes of this show I already have watched

Ngl I was VERY shook that Mr. Yagami had a heart attack. Also does Light care if his family lives or dies or is he kind of neutral on the subject? 

“If Kira is an ordinary person who gained this power, then he is a very unlucky person” Dad and L said ‘if u ARE Kira could you please stop murdering thank you <3′ 

Light really underestimated how much cops hate anyone who has killed a cop oops

OH SO IT’S NOT LIGHT I WAS WONDERING WHY HE HAD NOT MADE AN APPEARANCE THIS WHOLE EPISODE U MEAN THERE ARE TWO GUYS WITH THIS EXACT SAME IDEOLOGY AND PLAN? INCREDIBLE

Update from ten seconds later: Two people, I guess

Well this explains the girl in the short dress which serves as the Netflix thumbnail of this show I was wondering when she would show up 

Also she sounds like she’s very young? Clearly Shinigami don’t have a minimum age of informed consent when it comes to their Murder Eyes Contract 

Hahah I bet Light didn’t imagine that his petty and fucked up apple joke would bite him so quickly in the ass

Dhkjdhdkjhd Misa is so bold dropping her Death God deets in a video for anyone to see 

“The way to kill a Shinigami, is to make them fall in love with a human” does this mean that Ryuk is going to fall in love with Light or Misa? Both would make me uncomfortable

Oh wild guess Misa became a Death Note Wielder through the Power of Unreciprocated Voyeuristic Love

“Yeah, I have a girlfriend now,” said Light, after a girl contacted him through a series of anonymous video tapes implicitly vowing to be his disciple 

“No one could tell who he’s attached to if I’m with this many people” [20 seconds pass] “Found him!” HAHAHA the funniest part of this show is consistently watch Light going “got ‘em” before it immediately is revealed that he doesn’t got ‘em 

Why is Light so incredibly searchable??? I think the only way people people could find my height online is if I happened to answer it for one of those Facebook note memes in 2007 lmaoooo

“There are many places that will go and sell your personal records” ah, data breaches; a problem that has not gotten any better in the last 15 years since this anime came out

HKJHFHKJFHF Light immediately jumping into fake-dating his weird disciple in front of his mom... what is this show

“Please make me your girlfriend” OH MY GOOOOOD

This is one of the weirdest romantic dynamics I’ve seen in recent memory but you know what? Whatever, at least it’s not Anxiety and Murder

“Does that mean I’ll have to deal with her until she dies?” Light is truly exuding some Ladybird Book of Dating Energy rn: 

The fact that to kill L all Light had to do was get an obsessive girlfriend... astounding

Beautiful that it took Misa less than a week of knowing Light to ruin his whole 15 episode game plan and also life

“I think I may be Kira” Well this show keeps taking one escalation after another this is exhausting why can’t Light just be a normal person who found it, tried it out of interest in the occult, discovered he’d committed a horrible atrocity and then went to therapy for the rest of his life only to confess to Magical Murder on his deathbed while his family goes, ‘Wow, Grandpa’s crazy’

Does L not think that keeping three different people imprisoned for days on end will lead to some psychological repercussions for him

FOR WEEKS ON END????? OH MY GOD???? The fuck L, I know two of these people are murderers but there are some minimum conditions of correctional facilities and this seems a little Stanford PE

THE DRAMA OF THIS EPISODE I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE A BLANK BUT HOW FUCKED UP TO PUT EVERYONE THROUGH THIS L I THINK YOU NEED THERAPY!!!!!!! I MEAN LIGHT AND MISA ARE MURDERERS BUT FORCING A MAN TO HOLD HIS SON AT GUNPOINT AFTER IMPRISONING THEM FOR OVER A MONTH IS REALLY A REFLECTION OF A COMPLETE LACK OF EMPATHY (especially when you think that this version of Misa and Light don’t know anything!!! Oh my god!! The fuck)

“I will make arrangements so you and I are together 24 hours a day” call me crazy but I would not want to spend 24/7 with the man who imprisoned me for over a month while playing cruel psychological games all the while

“I’m one of those people who’ll accept Kira, I’d think of ways I could help him” Misa said Bimbo Rights

“I could never toy with a woman’s emotions like that” Light’s dating life and personality has gotten a LOT funnier since he forgot he was a murderer I kind of wish THIS could be the whole show 

Also: Nice to know Light USED to have standards of how to treat women

Honestly fair play to both L and Light they both deserved to be punched and it’s funny to see eighteen episodes of mind games culminate in punching and kicking each other in the face

“Matsuda’s being an idiot again” “Well, Matsuda is a natural at that” wghkjhgkj what has Matsuda done to any of you

"He’s punishing criminals as a front, and killing people for the benefit of this company” is Light unknowingly going to solve the murder chain he himself started... inspiring

“I was testing you” this is why Light is your only friend, L, Aizawa has kids and it’s a dick move to ask him to put his convictions before them

Poor Matsuda realizing he’s got the least to offer to their team... me in high school science labs 

I understand Aizawa’s moral crisis but why do NONE of these cops care about their wives or daughters they’re just kind of like, ‘I will provide for you but I have no interest in or fulfillment from being part of your life’ (ACAB)

Matsuda is truly about to die for being dumb and eager to help 😔 Rest in Pieces

“We must not allow Yotsuba to figure out that we are investigating them,” said L, just after it cut from Matsuda being obvious about investigating them. Oh Matsuda 😔 you’re so bad at your job 😔

MATSUDAAAAAAAA oh thank goodness; Bimbo Rights save the day

“I can’t go along with your idea, it’s wrong!” said Light, despite the fact it took him 15 seconds to get over murder the first couple of times he did it 

Staaaaaaaaay Good Light, I don’t want ur Deathnotesona I want this young man with moral convictions!!

The level of hubris it takes to answer a phone call during your secret Murder Meeting while people continue to talk about their Murder Plans is just out of this world

“If I die, you could probably become the successor to the ‘L‘ name,” said L, to the person he has been trying to catch for twenty episodes 

“I won’t say anything under any kind of torture” “Yes that’s true” Which he knows because he tortured her for six weeks!! You see that that’s fucked up, L, right? RIGHT??? RIIIIIIIIGHT? (LIIIIIIIGHT???)

Seriously not to beat a dead Shinigami but Light is so much better like this. He doesn’t want to throw people’s lives away for the investigation! He wants to protect Misa! He thinks Kira is wrong! Why does he have to be a murderer!!! Why can’t this show be about a nice young man!!!!

“Hey Ryuzaki, that’s messed up!” THANK YOU LIGHT AGAIN I KNOW YOU BOTH HAVE KILLED PEOPLE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW THAT RIGHT NOW SO FOR ALL MISA KNOWS HE’S JUST A GUY WHO TORTURES HER AND TELLS HER CRUSH WILL DIE IF SHE DOESN’T HELP

Wow Rem is so ride or die for Misa protecting Misa from creepy Higuchi, giving her info and telling her to trust Light, that’s love bitch

Props to Misa for getting a confession out of Higuchi after one (1) car ride 

Why do I feel like L is going to be responsible for reawakening Bad Light is it because he psychologically tortured him for six weeks? Had his dad hold him at gunpoint? Forced Misa to investigate on his behalf? Constantly and unerringly presses him on what Kira would be thinking as he’s handcuffed to him 24 hours a day? Maybe!! This is like Build-a-Bear but he’s customizing his Teen Murder Friend 

“Only Mr. Matsuda can do [the mission to lure out Higuchi!Kira]” Death Note really said the Himbos, Herbos and Thembos shall inherit the Earth 

They keep saying they don’t know how he kills but it seems pretty obvious that he writes down their names to kill, they literally saw him do it

I really don’t want any of the investigation team to die but things are not looking hot :(

“Ryuzaki, I never knew you could fly a helicopter” “It’s just intuition” what does that MEAN

“Those aren’t allowed in Japan,” said Light, about a gun, as if he had not killed probably thousands of people without one 

In spite of this fact I really do want Good Light to stay 😔 Why! Can’t! This! Show! Be! About! A! Nice! Young! Man!

Also they really are playing into this father-and-son duo I will be very sad when the dad inevitably dies as I’m sure he will 

Family side note: I’ve been wondering this since the prison ep but where do Light’s mom and sister think he IS now that he’s dropped out of first year uni to be a teen criminal investigator handcuffed to a maladjusted homebody private eye

AIZAWAAA and also the other two guys I guess there was a plot relevant reason for him to rejoin the police huh

Well what a clean ending to this Kira arc. No one died and the killer was caught! Yikes that the next ep is called ‘Revival’ tho 😔 Rest in pieces Good Light

Also a new and very threatening intro???? What happened to the Twilight Apple Hands 

BOOOO I knew Light would get his memory back but I was hoping it would at least fuck him up for a while he sorted out his two personas but I guess all roads eventually lead to Bad Light 

Full disclosure I stopped watching for a few days just after Light got his memory back and let me tell u coming back later hasn’t made it any more tolerable I am truly not built for this EUGH

“Do you really want to halve your life a second time” “Well, that can’t be helped” REALLY???? CAN’T IT BE HELPED MISA??? WHY ARE YOU AND LIGHT SO CRAZY

Oh I guess we’re back to Light saying incredibly suspicious things right near the investigators lmao what if those cameras secretly had audio or you know, L simply knew how to read lips 

“Misa, let’s make a new world together” Remember a bunch of episodes ago when Good Light was all ‘I could never toy with a woman’s emotions’?? What was the reason!!!

“Have you ever told the truth at any point in your entire life” L cutting straight to the core lmao (also the answer is obviously ‘no’)

This show has taken a jarring tonal shift why are they having a post-rain-confrontation massage and towelling each other off this is a level of intimacy I was not prepared for I NEED PEOPLE TOOK LOOK AT THIS:

OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THAT IT WAS PROBABLY NOT THEIR INTENTION BUT THE ONLY WAY I CAN READ THIS SCENE IS AS “Don’t kill me Light~ 🥰 I’ll fuck you~ 🥰” 

I guess L knew he was forcing Rem’s hand to kill him if he disproved the rules written in the book?? But to what end omg how does this help anyone 

“In April 2012, Light Yagami, age 23, joins the National Police Agency” should’ve known we’d land here eventually (ACAB)

Ah, I see another person who doesn’t know how to sit, clearly they will inherit the L title next lmao

Update from the first few mins of the next ep: “Near should succeed L” told you

“There’s no way I’m letting Sayu marry a detective” ahjfkhkjf he’s a little old for her I think but it wouldn’t be the worst thing this show has done romantically lmao; maybe Sayu would get to investigate her brother

“I might’ve considered going out with you, if you were a little younger” HA GOOD FOR HER

“[...] the Japanese police are unreliable. In order to solve this case, we want you to hand over the notebook to our country.” Of all the Japanese-speaking Americans in this show, this is the most accurate jkhfkhf the US government really is Like That 

Ah, so that’s where Mello’s gone, oh how the turn tables 

Also way to sell your subordinates out immediately, NPA Director, will you give them the Kira task force’s home addresses too

The real question is if Light actually cares about his sister enough to prioritize her over the notebook

“Call me... N” Oh my good L... M(ello)... N(ear)... Oooooooooooooooo

It’s my saving grace that I only need to get through 9 more eps but as always I must wonder where this is going will Light just die and end up in Shinigami purgatory while the people who knew him after the fact go, ‘hey, that guy was fucked up’

“If things get bad, I’ll have to kill Sayu” well I guess that answers that question, my expectations of Light are so low and yet he continues to find new ways to be awful

Good for Mr. Yagami and Sayu for getting out of that alive I guess but hoo boy I think this is going to have some psychological repercussions for both of them 

Uh oh this episode is called ‘Father’ I’ve been dreading this one bc I think that means Mr. Yagami is about to die 😭😭😭

“It was an institution for brilliant children, to raise them to become L‘s successor” okay calm down Professor Xatari that’s not what children are for lmao 

Well I guess it’s a lot easier to track down info about these two guys than it was to figure out L lmao

HAHAHA Sidoh haunting Ryuk to ask for his stuff is a fun addition to this madness  

“He’s scary for a human” jkhhfjh how unhinged does Mello have to be to threaten a literal Shinigami 

I truly don’t understand the logistics of how they revealed Ryuk to the police force isn’t the second Kira notebook supposed to belong to Actual Kira, in the police force’s eyes????? I do not understand how Light can just turn up with another notebook and everyone’s like ‘sure cool’ did I miss something 

Mr. Yagami killed for being unable to take human life ugh this is the worst 

“You’re not Kira. I’m really glad.” WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO SAD MR. YAGAMI NOOOOOOOOOO THAT’S WHY HE RENOUNCED OWNERSHIP OF THE NOTEBOOK 

Neither Mello nor Near seem overly concerned with the lives of people around them does being a Super Genius Investigator also mean you have to be a dick (is this Benadryl Coddleswab Sherlock syndrome)

Lmaooo genuinely love how it’s constantly apparent that Light is the least smart of all of the smart people Light spent five years working on his reputation and it took Near one (1) phone call to destroy it 

Ghjkhgkhgkgjh Light outsmarted by Near yet again never think people will prioritize principles over money

Lol yeah Aizawa needn’t have given a name after he said the “Deputy Director Yagami would kill Kira and then himself” thing, you don’t do that just for anyone who was he fooling 

How does Light keep track of all the renunciations and notebooks bc I certainly can’t 

Ffhkfjhfj Mikami truly looks like the son of L and Light it’s like Light missed him and was like, “Miss u boo :( (even tho I kinda killed u) I’ll adopt An Evil 27-year-old in ur honour :)”

Is Mikami’s story really, ‘I got bullied in high school and have mommy issues so now I think people I don’t like should die’ ok Shonen Snape 

“I just want you to meet with me and hear me out” Light really proving to Aizawa that he can lie AND manipulate people’s feelings 

“The truth is, she’s not smart enough to be my partner” first of all Light I think this show has proven you’re not that smart, and Misa’s Herbo Energy is effervescent and will outlast you, and third of all go to jail

“He’ll look suspicious if he doesn’t say something soon” “Ide, have you ever been in love” Matsuda continues to be the only good part of this show

“You’re the only man I’ve ever respected and admired in my life” GET SOME THERAPY KIYOMI

“You’re going to be the goddess of the new world” so it’s not enough for Light to be a murderer he must also be a cheater

Lmao Near’s powers of perception do seem a little B/BC S/herlock because L tried for literally months to work out the possibilities and Near is just like ‘I KNOW IT NOW’

“The only thing I can deduce from this is that Light Yagami is popular with the ladies” HEAVEN KNOWS WHY (PUN NOT INTENDED)

Every moment Aizawa gets closer to proving Light is Kira is another step closer to death 😔

“This is definitely Mikami’s handwriting” Not to be a know-it-all, Near, but handwriting analysis has been proven faulty many times in multiple courts of law

This truly is a game of Cat and Cat. All these hidden plans give me a headache fkjhkfjh call me Misa-Misa and spin me sideways I don’t have the braincells to spare

Well this is definitely some kind of s*xual assault absolutely fucking hate it wow this show truly just drains the life out of you 

“Matt, I never thought you would be killed” why wouldn’t you think that at this point anyone who comes close to this investigation eventually dies (also wjkhkjhgk why is Matt special didn’t you kill all those thugs you had before -- Mello said ‘the lives of my allies are only important if they are drawn in handsome protag style’) 

As of yet I haven’t really talked about Near’s wild toymaking but hoo boy is that L finger puppet something to observe

“Everyone who knows about the existence of the notebook will die” I’m still pulling for their survival, particularly Matsuda (himbo rights!!!)

Imagine if they just shot Light Yagami on sight how ironic would that conclusion to all these mind games be 

“I’m waiting, for the one who will solve everything, to arrive” Lmao if it turns out L is alive I’ll pee laughing this show is so fucking stupid 

Take a shot every time there is a Humpty-Dumpty-in-Puss-in-Boots style explanation about how everything actually happened

“I’ve won, Near” I bet/hope what gets Light caught is his inability to hold in his hubris for one (1) minute

Although the last episode is called New World, in which case maybe he wins in a very weird ending to a very weird show

Sjkfhkjhfkhfkjhf well I guess what gets Light caught is that the person he invited to be his murderous disciple keeps calling him God

“A second ago, you said ‘I win.’ That’s as good a confession as any” HA hubris strikes again also bold of Aizawa to clap Light on the shoulder knowing he is a mass murderer

Ohhh Matsuda he’s so nice and believed the best of Light :((((((((((((

Watching Light become increasingly desperate and crazed is very uncomfortable give it up dude u’ve been beat (though I suppose there is time for everyone here to be murdered still lmao)

LMAO LIGHT SAID “IF YOU CAN’T BEAT ‘EM, CONVERT ‘EM”

Yeah I figured if one of them was gonna shoot it would be Matsuda :( :( Good for him for not killing Light tho!!

Huh I guess that’s the end of the show I thought Light would die but I did think we’d at least get to see him in Shinigami Purgatory or smth... what a wild ride. This certainly was a show.

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Congratulations You’re A Father

TimKon, Future, Time Travel, a kid comes from the future, Fluff, Angst, Getting Together, First Kiss.

Summary: Learning that he has a kid in the future isn't too bad, Tim can get his head around that fact. But learning that the kid is half him and half his best friend is pretty mind boggling, especially when they aren't even together.

Enjoy! :D 

“Congratulations Tim, you’re a father.”

“You being serious?”

“DNA matches 50%. He is your kid.”

Tim gapes at his older brother trying to comprehend what he’s just been told. The last couple hours have basically been a blur of peculiar events.

Tim and his brothers had been down in the cave, doing their weekly sparring competition, when suddenly a glowing purple portal appears at the edge of the cave grabbing their attention. Before they could do anything about the mysterious portal, a teenager stumbles through it and into the cave.

The portal disappears like it had never been there and the sudden teenager it left behind looks disoriented as he surveys his surroundings. Tim and his brothers had been frozen in confusion at the event, because how did a portal just appear in the Batcave without a single trace, and didn’t immediately react to the teenager.

This teenager was in normal clothes, had dark hair, he had a lean but yet muscular body however the most noticeable thing was how there was a large red patch growing on his t-shirt on his left side. The stranger, seeming unaware of his apparent injury, finally notices them and his gaze lingers. His expression becomes one of confusion when he looks in Tim’s direction.

“Dad?” He had called out and before any of them could yet react, the teenager abruptly collapses on the floor unconscious.

From there it had been a flurry of movements to get this kid patched up and medically seen to as best as they can and work out what he meant by ‘dad’. Alfred patched him up, claiming that it looked like a stab wound and how it needed stitches but wouldn’t cause any permanent damage, after a week or two of rest he’ll be fine.

Once working out that the kid was going to be alright, they kept him sedated and then moved onto working out what he meant by calling Tim ‘dad’. Jason made plenty of jokes about who Tim could have potentially had knocked up. Damian wasn’t interested, claiming he ‘couldn’t care less about there being another Drake in the world’. Dick had been the most sympathetic, he had joined in with one of Jason’s jokes before actually taking the matter at hand seriously, he had been the one who suggested they do a DNA test.

It came back positive.

“Looking at that kid’s age he’s about 16 or 17, meaning Tim you would have been three when you… convinced him. Which is really all kinds of wrong to think about. My guess is that he’s from the future, or another dimension, or like an alternate reality.”

That's where Tim’s thoughts were headed to as well. They happen to be the only options that make sense and the next question is, what one of those options was it? Tim glanced the teenager again and now could actually spot of his own features on the kid, his nose for one. His eye shape (despite them closed at the moment) and the colour of his hair.

However as Tim looks at him, there was something else that felt familiar about him but Tim couldn’t place what it was. He guesses that it’s the other parent's features coming through as well, but he has no idea who it was. It suddenly became an itch he couldn’t scratch and now Tim wants to know who the other parent was, who his future partner would be.

Then again did he want to know? If this teenager was really from the future, did Tim want to spoil that for himself?

He shakes his head, trying to clear those thoughts, time travel and everything linked to it was complicated.

Tim opens his mouth to ask a question but his phone ringing stops him from doing so. He leans over and grabs it from the computer desk, he answers it without looking at the Caller ID.

“Tim, buddy, you going to let me inside any time today? Last time I came through the window you yelled at me for a good 10 minutes and I don’t want a repeat of that.”

Instantly Tim smacks his forehead with his palm. “Shit, Kon, I am so sorry I completely forgot!” He turns away from the phone to where Alfred was already heading for the stairs. “Alfred could you-”

“I’m ahead of you Master Tim, I’ll let Master Conner in and send him down as I head for the kitchen to make us all some snacks.”

“Kon, Alfred will let you in. We’re down in the cave alright.” Tim tells him, he hangs up on his friend before he could get the chance to reply.

From next to him, Dick looks up, “Kon here?”

Tim pinches the bridge of his nose feeling a slight headache coming on, it’s been a hectic few hours. “Yeah, I’m supposed to be going to the farm with him for the weekend. He’s here to pick me up, I had completely forgotten considering everything that’s just happened. Shit.”

Dick blinks at him before shrugging, “You can still go, it may be better if you weren’t here until we can get this all sorted. It stops anything happening to the timeline.”

He considers it for a moment, “Yeah perhaps but…” Tim looks over at the sleeping figure, there was something inside of him making him reluctant to go. This was his kid, from the future or another dimension, but he was his. Did Tim want to pass this opportunity up? He wonders what he’s called, wonders when his birthday was, what about school or interests and hobbies? How similar is he to Tim?

“Tim.”

He sighs, knowing that Dick has a point. “Yeah I know. It’s just… y’know….”

His brother looks at him knowingly but doesn’t comment further. In that moment Kon finally makes his appearance from the stairs as he descends from them.

“I was stood outside for about twenty minutes dude, not cool. I thought you were playing a prank on me or simply testing my patience.” Kon says getting to the bottom of the stairs and starts to walk over.

As he does, he passes the med-bay and sees the sleeping teenager there. His best friend frowns and looks at them, “So when did the Bat adopt another kid? I didn’t know there was another one of you guys.”

Tim rolls his eyes while Dick snorts, “Just be glad he isn’t around to hear you say that.”

Kon simply grins at them when he stops beside Tim. “Is that why you forgot? What happened?”

“Yeah, sorry about forgetting,” Tim apologises to his best friend again. He looks at Kon before glancing at the teenager again, “a couple hours ago-”

He abruptly stops talking as it sinks in who the other parent could be. He flicks his gaze between his so-called kid and his best friend.

It was Kon.

The other parent was Kon.

He could see it now he’s made the connection. The kid’s got Kon’s jaw line from when he was younger, the same lips, cheek bones and his body type seemed to be similar to Kon’s when he first appeared as Superboy from Cadmus. It had to be Kon, surely. Was that why he felt familiar to Tim?

“Tim? You okay?”

Tim ignores Kon and looks at Dick who was watching him with concern, “Can you run the DNA test again but against Kon’s this time?”

Dick blinks at him, his gaze shifts to his friend before turning back to the computer, thankfully not asking questions. His best friend on the other hand didn’t hold back.

“My DNA? Tim what do you mean? Who you running my DNA against and why? What’s going on?”

Tim continues to ignore him as he watches Dick work. Minutes later his brother turns around to them, he looks up at Kon with a serious expression just as he had done to Tim earlier. “Well, congratulations Kon, you’re a father.”

Kon’s jaw drops in shock as he stares at the older man. “What? What do you mean?” He turns to Tim, his expression hardening as he lets out a fake laugh, “Yeah ha-ha, funny joke. Is this is what you’ve been planning? Because it sucks.”

“It’s not a joke Kon,” Tim tells him. “That teenager in the med-bay is potentially from the future or another dimension and he’s – he’s our kid."

Tim couldn’t believe it. Sure it’s fine that he has a kid, he’s thrilled even, because that means he starts his own family, but with Kon of all people? He couldn’t get over that. He’s been harbouring feelings for his best friend for a couple years now but he hasn’t done anything about it in fear of ruining the friendship between them because Kon couldn’t possibly return the feelings back.

But could he be wrong?

Kon stands silent between them, his face currently kaleidoscope of emotions as he digests the information suddenly thrusted at him.

Still sat on the chair Dick looks between them, “You guys obviously have a lot to talk about, this is certainly unexpected but perhaps it would be best if both of you weren’t here. We don’t want to risk any time line mishaps, or paradoxes happening when we can try and prevent them just for safety measures.”

Tim appreciates what Dick was trying to do, but there was a part of him that was still reluctant to go. It seems that Kon was now having the same issue. “But why? If this is our kid then surely we should get the opportunity to get to know him?”

Dick sighs and looks at them both with understanding and with his ever famous patience he tells them, “I understand why you both don’t want to go but think about it this way, you’ll have plenty of time in the future to be with him. It’ll be even better because you’ll get to see him grow. We’ll handle things here okay, you guys go and enjoy the farm. Tell Ma Kent I say hi!”

Tim and Kon both go quiet, they glance at one another before looking away again. In the end, Tim sighs defeated and starts to walk away, “Okay just at least let us know when he goes back, make sure he gets there safely. Come on Kon, there’s not a lot we can do here anyway, he’s sedated for the time being.”

After some hesitation his best friend follows him, but not without looking in the direction of the teenager first. Tim leads them up the stairs and to his room where a bag was already packed and ready to go. His original plan was to finish sparring with his brothers early so he could get ready for when Kon arrived, obviously that had gone out the window with the turn of unexpected events.

Tim changes out of his gym clothes and into his normal clothes. Once he was ready they head out to the back of the Manor where Kon proceeds to pick him up and together they head over to the farm.

The flight to the farm was awkward and tense as neither of them speak. Both of them lost in their own thoughts about occurred in the cave.

When they finally get to the farm they were greeted with a warm, freshly baked apple pie from Ma Kent. They both accepted the treat with a small gratitude but other than that kept quiet. Ma instantly picked up on the tension between them but thankfully didn’t comment, all she said was that the guest room was all prepared for Tim when he was ready to settle.

They eat in silence and once they were done Kon disappears, claiming he needed to do some chores he happened to forget before coming to pick Tim up. Tim knew the truth though, his friend was going for a long flight in hopes to clear his head, he didn’t blame him. While Conner was gone Tim sets himself up in the guest room, he settles in and gets some work done on his laptop he had brought with him.

When evening came around Kon still hadn’t returned. Tim ate dinner with the Kent’s, making small conversation between them before retreating for the night.

Later on Tim makes his way onto the top of the barn, he was watching the stars in the clear night sky as they dazzled brightly. The sky was always such a contrast in Kanas to Gotham, it was so clear and the air was always so fresh.

It’s about 15 minutes later when Kon appears again. He flies over to Tim on the barn and sits down beside him. They sit in silence for a good while, seeming to be unable to start up a conversation between them.

Kon’s the one to eventually start it, “So… we have a kid in the future.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s cool. Great even…”

Tim sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Look Kon, I get that it’s weird, it’s completely unexpected, but…”

But what? How was Tim supposed to continue this incredibly awkward and forced conversation between them?

“I like you.” Kon blurts out from nowhere. Tim snaps his gaze to his best friend, both unsure and hopeful at the same time. “I like you Tim, in a way that means more than a friend. Finding out that we have a kid was great. Obviously shocking but its great. I’ve always wanted a family, yeah I found brothers between you and Bart back in Young Justice and then of course the girls joined and we all became a family. But it means a lot more in a way I can’t describe.”

“I like you too.” Tim says without thinking. “I have done for a long time, but I was so scared of ever saying anything because I didn’t think the feelings would be returned. I didn’t want to risk our friendship.”

Kon huffs out a laugh, “We’re a pair of idiots aren’t we?”

Unable to stop himself, Tim grins, “Yeah…”

They go silent for a beat or two, still not moving or doing anything with one another. The tension and awkwardness was still there but not as prominent as before.

“I wonder how we got him.” Tim comments looking up at the sky. “Did we use a surrogate? Maybe cloned him? He’s got our DNA so we didn’t adopt. “

Then for a horrific moment Tim thinks back to the time he had countlessly tried to clone Kon when he died. His heart drops at the thought, was he successful in the end? What if that kid in the med-bay was a clone Tim created out of desperation for his best friend?

A hand cupping his face and turning back to face Kon startles him from his thoughts. Seeing the way Kon’s piercing blue eyes gleam in the night make him forget about that awful time that happened so many years ago.

“Does it matter? We have a kid Tim. One of which is half you and half me. Which brings up the question how did he get injured in the first place if he has Kryptonian genes but that's a worry we’ll have in the future. But for now think we need to actually get together before we start anything kid related at all don’t you think?”

He was grinning at Tim and Tim smiles back, placing his hand above Kon’s holding his face. He licks his lips, “That may be a good start.”

No more words were spoken as they both lean in close, pressing their lips together for the first time. As they kiss Tim feels all of the tension that had built up drain out of him, he wraps his arms around Kon in a loose embrace and smiles against the Kryptonian’s lips as he feels arms wrap around his waist, bringing them closer together.

Then like that all of the awkwardness and tension bleeds out from the air around them, leaving them comfortably in peace and for the seeable future. They’ll tackle everything together as they always have done in the past, in the current present and now in the future.

[joshslater]

A Week in Indiana

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I was exhausted. It’s weird, because on long haul travel you have done nothing but relaxing. First on the initial connection, then at the airport, then at the trans Atlantic from Amsterdam to Chicago. I even napped a bit on it. Since that flight follows the earths rotation, you basically land at the same time as you start. Queues, immigration, wait for luggage, customs, relax some more at O’Hare. Finally followed by a decidedly less comfortable regional flight to Indiana, wait for luggage again, and out. And there he was, looking even better in person than he had on Skype the day before, waiting to pick me up. He was younger than me, but acted confident, cocky even. I like that.

- Hi there. How was the trip? - Long. I’m exhausted, like I said I would be. - It’s not far.

Americans have no idea what that word means. It wasn’t until an hour later we finally parked in his driveway. We had so much to talk about, but I made it perfectly clear that my mind wasn’t were it needed to be right now for anything serious. I quickly went online with my phone to cancel the backup hotel night I had, keeping some nights for the end of the week if things didn’t work out. Then I zoned out for most of the trip to his house.

- Let’s put your stuff in your room, head out for a bite and then you can go to sleep. - Head out? - I ain’t cooking.

The house was spacious living for a single dude, and probably the tidiest it been in a long while. Not that I paid much attention, as tired as I was. I would had preferred to just crash there and then, but I know from experience not to go to bed too early, or you’ll just wake up at midnight.

- Hey, can I get you something to drink? Coke, beer, water, absinthe? - A coke would be great. It’s dry in air planes.

A big, cold can of coke felt exactly like what I needed, despite the corn syrup. Rehydrated I carried my bags to the guest room, which doubled as a home gym. It’s silly, I know, but despite being so tired I found it kind of hot to be sleeping in a room where someone else had been working out. Well, I guess that’s the kind of shit we have in common, and the entire reason why I was here.

People really undersell the sheer amount of confusion when you wake up after having been drugged. Especially when you have been moved and things have been done to you. You didn’t plan for it, like going to sleep, and you have nothing to fall back to when you wake up to orient you. Everything around you is out of context. In addition to that, you still have residual effects and possible traces of the drugs in your system.

It’s impossible to estimate how much time it took to get a grip of the situation, but gradually I was aware that I was naked, tied to a bed, gagged and unable to see, possibly because of a pitch black room.

- Did you sleep well?

How long had it been? No way to tell. I feel like shit. I can feel him touching my naked chest. But that means he can see me, right? Why can I not see?

- I thought I would surprise you with a little transformation for yourself. This is the garage by the way. It’s not quite soundproof, but I don’t really need that, do I.

I don’t know what kind of gag he is using, but I can’t move my mouth in any direction. It feel like he had put some clay-like plastics into my mouth, had me bite into it, and then have it harden. I want to scream. I don’t want any piercings or tattoos or whatever. I shout that whatever his plans are, I want out. The best I could muster was an agitated hum.

I feel something cold against first my left nipple, and then both. Some sort of gel. Then some object is put there. Are these suction cups? Then a motor sound starts and I feel a rhythmic suction on my nipples. Guess they are.

- You should just relax. I don’t know anything about hypno, and you said it doesn’t work on you, but just so you have something to listen to I’ve downloaded a few things.

He puts earphones on me with the typical nonsense with multiple voices all talking over each other that all hypno mp3 files are so fond of. Then I feel him doing something with my gag, and a small trickle of fluid at the back of my throat, and then everything gets fuzzy.

- And here is something to keep you stupid. Enjoy the ride.

I’m too tired and drugged to analyze what is happening. I’m swimming in black velvet soup of words. I should relax, I’m told, be calm and follow instructions. I’m barely even aware I have a body, but occasionally the senses intrude into the bliss and I can feel the suction cups removed, more cool gel applied, and then the cups put back. Everything just gets softer and softer until everything ceases to be.

There’s no audio anymore.

- Hello, sleepy beauty. Are you ready for something solid to eat? - Yeah...

Wait? When did he remove the gag. Why can’t I see?

- Just be still, and I’ll remove the IV.

I could feel the short sting of an IV needle being pulled out, and felt him bandage the arm. What did he put into me? Where did he get an IV from in the first place?

- Now, just be still while I undo the restraints.

Any kind of resistance would be pointless. I was naked, in an unfamiliar room, and completely blind. I just followed along with his movements as he released my arms and legs. He then helped me on my feet and led me from the garage and through the house.

- So, I’ve prepared an outfit for you. Just put it on and we are ready for dinner. It’s all your size. Now, be very still and I’ll remove your black contact lenses.

So that’s what he had done. He was way better at removing them than I think I would have been, had he just asked me to remove them myself. As I blinked in the light I saw I was back in the guest room. My bags were no where to be seen, and on the bed was a small line up of clothes.

I turn to the mirror and see myself, but instead of my normal hairdo my head is almost completely shaved, save for a few millimeter Mohawk. Secondly, and more concerning, my nipples are huge. Like finger tip huge. He’s observing me from the door.

- Cortisone cream and a modified milking machine, and a few tricks. They will shrink a little bit, but not much. You’ll look like this from now on.

I don’t even have the energy to yell at him. If it is permanent, as he say, screaming doesn’t help. I need to get away from him before he can do whatever else he has planned for the week. It’s only day.... Actually I don’t know how long it’s been. One day? Two days?

- Just get dressed, and we can be on our way. Bring the ID so we can take a beer as well. - OK.

I look at the items laid out for me at the bed again, next to my passport. One black tank top with white hem in some sporty mesh material with the text “PUMP!” printed on the front. Blue, short adidas polyester shorts with white stripes. White, calf high socks with two black rings at the top. Black adidas shoes with white stripes. The only things missing for a stereotype bingo is a whistle, glow sticks and some molly.

No underwear, apparently. I put on the shorts. Like hell “all your size”. The shorts are tight and doesn’t leave my dick size to anyone’s imagination. Socks and shoes go on fine. I brace myself and put on the top. My tits feels like sparklers, shooting nerve signals all through my body. I can feel the tight shorts getting even tighter. I feel slutty.

On the way to dinner he is quite chatty. Talking about the buildings and neighborhoods we drive by, as if he hadn’t drugged and violated me for hours, perhaps days. He is casually dressed, Levis’ jeans and American Eagle polo. Still he manage to outclass me by an order of magnitude. Dinner is at P.F. Chang’s, so not at all fancy. Still I feel like everyone is looking, and judging. Everyone we pass on the parking lot, through the mall, at the front of house, on the way to our table. Everyone can clearly see my tits and my dick through the fabric. My haircut practically shouts for attention. My clothes even more so. And it’s not like I’m part of a group that has dressed up, or down. I’m lead here by someone dressed normal. A regular dude and his slut.

Sitting down feels better, with a table hiding my lower body, but it still feels like I’m in public in just underwear, having two flashing tits.

- Hey, relax. Calm your tits.

It was such a cheesy joke, I exploded in laughter. He’s right of course. It’s not like I’m hurt or massively disfigured. Most people will never even see it, once I’m in decent clothes. No one around me knows me, and I’ll never see them again. This is me experiencing something I could never have set up myself. Besides, I can’t really do anything about my situation except flagging down a cop, so I might as well enjoy it. I ordered the Dynamite Shrimps, the Singapore black pepper chicken and a steady flow of diet coke.

Man, was I hungry. It was tasty and I even managed to relax, though my tits kept rubbing against the mesh fabric, keeping me semi erect. And every time someone passed by, I got a twinge of feeling exposed, feeling “slutty”. We chatted a bit about ourselves, kind of how I had imagined our first real meal would have gone. When we were both done we asked for a refill and the bill. I managed to hide it, but I got quite the shock reading it. It said Tuesday. I arrived Saturday afternoon, so I had been drugged for three whole days! I don’t think he noticed my shock, because he leaned over and asked me, in a hushed voice “Are you ready to leave, slutty fuckboi?”.

Right away my dick throbbed into almost fully erect, and it was very close to pump custard into the shorts. Of course! The fucking hypno loops! That’s why I have been so docile since I woke up. “Slutty fuckboi” and “Calm your tits” were trigger phrases. Tits?! They are nipples. I’ve even been conditioned to refer to them as tits. I’m sure there are some programming about feeling self conscious and “slutty” as well. Who the fuck does he think he is! I must escape right now!

- Almost. I need to go to the boy’s room first. - I bet you do. You drank quite a lot.

I need to walk through two thirds of the restaurant to reach the restroom. Again I feel like I’m under dressed, overexposed and it would be hard to miss my raging erection in the hilariously tight adidas. I keep a fast but calm stride. Running would just draw even more attention.

I even have a hard time pulling down the shorts. They are almost locked in place by my swollen deadbolt. I stand feet together, slide the shorts straight down and turn to the sink to chill my dick in cold water. After the erection is gone I take a leak, pull up the shorts, and that’s when I feel the passport in my pocket. I had almost forgotten about it. I still have a reservation at the hotel. My credit card is on file and I have an ID to show. It must be within just a few miles, and if anything I’m dressed for exercise.

I don’t have a phone or a watch, so I don’t know exactly how long it took, but I guess about two hours to sneak out through the other entrance, ask mall information on the location of Holiday Inn, walk there without Google Maps, manage to check in with a receptionist who clearly didn’t approve of my attire, and have a lie down in bed. I should call Amex and have them block my credit card and send a new one to the hotel. Should I call him and tell him to send my bag here? Would it be risky to let him know where I stay? Would it be risky to even talk to him? That’s when the phone rang.

- Room 304. - Calm your tits, bottom boy. Isn’t it time to continue your transformation? - Yes, it is. - Cool. Pick you up in half an hour. - OK.

Shit. I’m broken.

[sugarbooger513]

Moving On- Chapter Five

Warnings: Toxic relationship, suggestive themes, language

"I can't believe you, of all people, would get the idea to go after Stain." Tenya glances at the ground, grimacing from Jasper's words. How did she find out he did it anyways? It was supposed to be kept under lock and key! Jasper sighs and taps her pen on her desk. The small office has a home-y type of feel to it, and she's grateful she can put the kids at ease when they step in here. "Lilith heard you were in the hospital, Iida." "I figured she would. I feel terrible about it." "I know you do, kiddo. She thought she lost you after almost losing your big brother." The two of them fall into a tense silence, which is only interrupted by Jasper's hot water finally heating up. "Green tea?" "Oh," Tenya's navy eyes widen behind his glasses, "yes, please. Thank you." She smiles and pulls out the extra cup and tea bag. Truth be told, finding out about the Stain incident was an accident. Nezu had no idea she was making her rounds when he told Aizawa. Still, she felt some sort of obligation to check on Tenya. "Iida," she passes him the steaming cup, "I didn't bring you in here to give you a lecture." "But.. you should be punishing me." "I..I believe you've punished yourself enough. How is your arm doing?" He sips at the tea before he speaks. "It hurts, but I need it to." "That's kind of weird, Iida." He finally laughs at her shitty joke. "I guess it is, but it reminds me that revenge isn't always the best answer." She smiles and reaches to pat the boy's arm. "You're going to be one hell of a hero if you keep on this path, Iida. I'm proud of you." "Thank you, Daedalus. That means a lot coming from you." She chuckles just as someone knocks on her door. "If you aren't a student, or if it can wait, please leave." "Nope." The door opens just enough for Aizawa to slip into the room. However, he freezes when he sees his class rep sitting across from Jasper. "You got in trouble, Iida?" "Umm, no?" Jasper shakes her head as conformation. "He didn't. He just needed to talk to someone, and the councilor is busy at the moment." Aizawa shrugs, honestly shocked to see that more and more students who never seemed eager to open up go to Jasper. She does have a very calming presence. Plus, the gentle lavender scent coming from her oil diffuser is something he enjoys a lot. "Whatcha need, Eraser?" Gosh, he hates that they stick to hero names during work. Every once in a while, they somehow slip up. Still, teenagers spread rumors like wildfire. "Six shots of espresso, a nap, and like three days of paid vacation." She can't help but chuckle at his smart ass comment. "Don't we all? Seriously, though." When he takes the cup of tea she made for herself, she can't help but break into a fit of laughter. Somehow, she just expected him to do that. "You thief." "It isn't coffee, but it'll do. Can I nap in here?" "I guess you can. Just go on the sofa." Iida watches in confusion as the two teachers interact. He never sees Aizawa so laid back. Well, so relaxed, more like. "I should go to lunch. Thank you for talking to me, Daedalus." "Anytime, Iida. My door is always open." Once her door shuts, she turns her chair to face Aizawa, who was already lying on his back on the sofa. "Now, what the hell do you want, Sho?" He chuckles slightly. "Attention I don't get from my mommy, obviously." Jasper's blue eyes shining with amusement makes the shitty joke so worth it. "Oh? You expect to get that here? I'm trying to work." "Yeah, I know, but I got lonely." "Can't you go bother Mic?" "Thanks, but I need my hearing. Plus, I upset him earlier." "How?" "Oh," he smirks, "I told him to be a little more considerate by putting our toilet seat down." That makes Jasper raise an eyebrow. "But.. only two men live there?" "yeah, true, but I don't appreciate just waking up to take a shit and falling into the toilet water." Jasper rolls her eyes and turns back to her computer, where an opened email from Nezu was awaiting a reply. "Ahh, you came here to think about how you fell in the toilet from your lack of ass?" "I'll beat the hell out of you, Jas." "Do it then, punk." When she hears him get up, she turns her chair just in time to be caged in by his body. "Sho, you better move." "Nah. Make me, bottom." She pouts, which makes him smirk. "That isn't fair." "It is if it's true." His phone starts to buzz, so he stands up straight to look at the caller ID. When he groans, Japser knows who it is. "Isn't she teaching?" "She's probably at lunch. I don't want to answer." "Then don't, Sho." "She'll bitch-" "Either way she's going to bitch. You know that." He nods, turning his phone to silent. "Can I ask you for some advice?" "Of course, Sho. You wanna pull that chair next to me?" He nods and grabs the chair Iida was sitting in. Once he sits beside Jasper, she turns every bit of attention to him. He can't help but want all of it. "Joke and I aren't going to work out." She nods. "I know, Sho. I'm.. I'm glad you see that." He sighs softly. "I don't know how to end it." "Well," she reaches to place her hand on his slouched shoulder, "just think of what you need. If you know it isn't her, that should be the driving force." His gray eyes hide so much, but Jasper sees them lose a bit of shine. "I don't tend to think of myself." "I know, Sho. I can tell." He tries to laugh, but it comes out fake. "You can just read me like an open book, can't you?" Her smile makes his heart leap in his chest. "I can when I've seen a real smile. I can when I care for you more than I care for myself. I can read you so easily because you're one of the kindest humans I know." "Me? Kind? Should you clean your glasses?" "This is coming from the same guy that got me breakfast the second day he knew me." "Look-" "And from the one who protected my ears before his own in the spar against Mic." "I'm building a tolerance-" "And from the guy who almost died protecting his students. You dare say that you aren't kind?" He thinks carefully about his next words. "I've been kind of a dick to Joke." "And she isn't a bitch towards you?" "Jasper.." "Yes, Shouta?" Her eyes shoot open from the tear rolling down his cheek. Still, he smiles sweetly. "You see so much in me that I'll never see in myself..." Her small hand reaches to wipe the tear away, and the subtle action only causes more to build up. "Of course I do, silly. You're too damn stubborn." She takes a second to scoot her chair even closer to his. When she does, she pulls him so their foreheads press together. "Are you listening to me, Sho?" He nods, unable to form coherent words with her this close. She giggles and pokes her index finger into his chest. "You and me against the world. Never again will you let others dictate how you feel or view yourself." "I-I don't care what they say.." She sighs and moves her hand to cradle his cheek. When her thumb brushes the scar under his eye, he finally breaks down. Jasper stands and pulls her friend into a tight embrace. With her standing, his head lays on her chest. He welcomes the thumping of her heartbeat, and wraps his strong arms around her tightly. How long has it been since someone other than Mic has seen him cry? Years, probably. "I-I'm so much stronger than this, J-Jas.." She smiles and starts running a hand through his soft hair. "You're allowed to be strong and cry, Sho. You don't have anything to worry about." Her cheeks warm when his fingers grip the back of her shirt. When he finally leans back up, he slides his hands from her back to rest softly on her waist. His eyes are red and puffy now, but Jasper can't help but admire how bright of a silver his eyes seem against them. "Sorry, Jas, I'm a fucking mess right now." "Stop that, Sho. I don't mind, and I'm glad you trust me enough to be so vulnerable." He manages a smile. "Do you not realize how easy it is to be vulnerable with you?" "No, I don't, but it's something that I actually like about myself." She reaches for tissues on her desk and gently starts dabbing at the wet streaks on his face. He allows her, staring at her bright blue eyes as she works. "How do you manage to cry like that and still be so handsome, Sho?" "D-Don't call me that!" Now he hops from the chair, almost knocking Jasper on her ass in the process. When she looks at him, he's rubbing the back of his neck and his cheeks are a dusty pink. "Why not? You are." "You enjoy making me nervous, you sick bitch." She giggles and sits on her desk rather than the chair. Aizawa can't help but think that Iida would be very upset to learn about Jasper "disrespecting" her desk. "I enjoy making my friends blush. You don't take much to get all flustered." "I-I do...most of the time." Her constant giggling makes him finally smile. She smirks triumphantly. "There it is! I like that smile a lot." "Jas, thank you. You truly are one of the most important people in my life." When he sees her cheeks flush, he chuckles. "Being appreciated flusters you?" "S-shut up, Sho!" He pulls his phone back out with a sigh. "I.. I should text her or something, shouldn't I?" "I think you should do what you feel is best for you." He groans. "You're too supportive." "Excuse me, booboo eye. Allow me to reword in a way only Shouta Aizawa would understand." "This outta be good." She leans back on her desk, resting her weight on her hands. "Think of yourself for once or I'm putting my foot up your ass." "Yes ma'am." His smirk makes her flush slightly, so she looks back at her computer. The typing from his phone is slow, tedious even. "What are you sending her, if I may ask." "Of course you can. Umm.. Well, I'm telling her that it isn't working, and I don't think it's fair to keep her from finding someone who will give her what she needs." "A text breakup?" His eyes fill with worry the moment she looks back at him. "Is.. that bad?" "No! It's how you feel comfortable doing it, but you know she'll talk, right?" Aizawa grimaces. "I know, and you'll be the subject of the talk. Is that going to bother you?" "No, Sho. I don't care what she has to say about me." "What if she spreads that I cheated with you?" Jasper giggles. "We know the truth. That's what matters." He nods, pressing send on the text. Of course, within a minute Joke is calling again. He sends Jasper a look before answering the call. "I'm at work, Joke." "Aizawa, what the fuck?!" "I'm-" "No, i deserve to know! Why now? We're fine!" He scoffs, so Jasper stands to walk over and pats his arm gently. The subtle action makes his heart flutter. "We were fine? Joke, I wasn't happy, and.. I want you to find-" "Why doesn't my happiness matter, huh?" His fingers tighten around his phone. "Don't pull this. It's over, Joke. I want-" "You want Jasper, right? Ever since that bitch-" "Shut up!" Jasper jumps from the venom in Aizawa's words. Even Joke went quiet. He takes a deep breath, regaining his composure. "Jasper isn't involved in this decision whatsoever. She is the one who is trying to help. You don't understand-" "You never talk so highly about me." "When have you given a reason, Emi?" "That's enough, Sho. Hang up." He looks at Jasper's worried eyes and feels himself calm down. "I apologize, Joke, but this is for the best." She hangs up, so he pockets his phone with a sigh. Jasper backs away slightly, but doesn't take her eyes from her friend. "You okay?" "I.. I am. I feel a weight off my shoulders." That makes both of them smile. "I'm glad, Sho, but.. does she have stuff at your place?" "Yes, she does. I told Mic I would be ending it today, at some point, so he said he would handle that part of it." Suddenly, the bell rings, which makes Aizawa sigh. Time to get back to class. "Sho, just.. one second." Jasper sends a quick text to Papa and dad with a grin. "What..?" "You should come to my place. Bring Mic." His eyes widen. "W-why?" "It's game night, and my fathers have been wanting to spend more time with you." "W-why me?" She giggles at his the sheer worry in his voice. "They think you're interesting. It isn't a bad thing, I swear. Please, Sho?" She doesn't mean to seem like she's begging, but she really is. Without Joke, they can finally be normal friends. When her eyes slightly widen, he sighs. "I guess since it's for you, I have to say yes." "You don't have to, I promise." He chuckles and places a gentle hand on the top of her head. "I really do. I'll bring you home from work, okay?" She nods, smiling until he leaves her office. She sends Lilith a quick text, letting her know the plan, before she goes back to answering emails. The rest of the work day seemed to go by very slowly. A few emails form Nezu came in, letting her know about things like fights, some skippers, and even someone caught with something that should not be brought on a high school campus. She writes each incident on separate sticky notes to place on her computer. If nothing else, she can handle it in the morning. The final bell rings, and she jumps all too eagerly from her seat. Once she has her door locked tightly, she heads out to the parking lot. Like usual, Aizawa and Mic are a bit late from things like grading last minute. While she stands outside, she spots Midnight walking to her. "Is your dad not coming to get you, Jas?" "No, Sho is taking me to their house for game night." "He's actually getting that past Joke?" It isn't her business to tell, buut something about the gleam in those bright blue eyes tells Midnight all she needs to know. "He actually grew some balls, huh?" "Don't say it like that. It's difficult to leave an abusive relationship." Midnight shrugs, giving her former apprentice a tight hug just as the two guys walk out to greet them. "Ready for some games, baby?" "Of course, boomboom baby. Are you, booboo eye?" "Sure, punk." Midnight gives the two of them a hug before allowing the three to head to the car. Like usual, Mic hops in the backseat, motioning for Jasper to sit next to Aizawa. As soon as he gets the car started, Mic lets out a loud laugh. "I can't believe you did it, Sho! How are you feeling?" Jasper notices him smile. "I feel.. content." "That's not the Sho I grew up with. Why aren't you telling me to shut up?" Aizawa chuckles, still focusing on the road. However, it's really hard when he sees Jasper glance at him so sweetly from the corner of his eye. "Because I'm in a good mood, Hizashi." Mic's eyes shoot open. "Okay, you're kinda scaring me, man." "Shut up." "Oh," he breathes out a sigh of relief, "there it is." When they pull into the driveway, Lilith runs outside waving like an idiot. Of course she's trying to embarrass Jasper. "Is she okay?" Jasper shrugs, unbuckling her seatbelt, "I have no idea, but no screwing her in my parent's house, Mic." "Okay, I'll see if there's an afterparty at your place before I do anything." The three of them head inside, the smell of pumpkin bread wafting through the house. Papa peaks around the corner form the kitchen with a smile. "How was work, Pumpkin?" "It was.. eventful, Papa. Speaking of pumpkin, what's the occasion?" "Oh, we thought that since it would be more of us then we should make enough food around here. Dad is working on some meat pies, or something like that." Papa walks over to Mic and shakes his hand with a chuckle. "Remember your manners here, Hizashi. I will bust your kneecaps." "P-Papa!" Papa ignores Jasper's shock and goes over to Aizawa. Instead of shaking his hand, he pulls the taller man into a hug. Aizawa's eyes widen in shock, but he shyly returns the gesture. "Jasper told us you might need a little bit of parental love today, Shouta. I have no idea what's going on, but Dad and I are here for you if you need us." "I-I.. thank you, Carson." "Papa, son, just call me Papa." Jasper smiles at Shouta's shock. She could tell once they became friends that there wasn't a good chance he had very loving parents. Dad comes from the kitchen, smiling widely. "They'll be done in a bit, but I need Shouta to come to the kitchen real quick." "M-Me?" "Yes, boy. Come on. Jasper, stay here." She nods, gently pushing Aizawa to the kitchen.

"Yes sir?" Dad keeps his eyes fixed on the stove rather than looking at Aizawa. "Tell me the truth.. you like Jasper, right?" His grey eyes shoot open wide. "She's.. a dear friend, sir." "Nothing more?" "N-no. I promise." Dad chuckles. "Don't piss your pants, boy. If I was threatening you, I would let you know." "I-What?" "Look," he finally turns to the slightly shorter man, "Jasper has never been with a guy. However, I can see something forming between the two of you. Since Mirko.. happened.. I'll give you the talk I should have given her." "Y-yes sir. I understand." He nods, leaning his large frame against the wall. "I don't care how good of a pro you are. I don't care how tough you think you are, or how tough you actually are. If you dare hurt my daughter in any way, I will fucking kill you. Are we clear?" Aizawa straightens his posture slightly and finally meets her father's green eyes in a deadlock stare. "Crystal." "Good," he chuckles, "I do like you, Shouta, but sometimes I feel like the world is falling apart and Jasper is the only thing keeping it together. She's all Carson and I have, and I don't intend on her getting hurt again." "Sir," Aizawa sighs, "I'll be completely honest with you. I just left a very bad relationship today, and I know how it is to be hurt. Even if Jasper could.. somehow see me in that light, I wouldn't hurt her. She's a special girl." "You talk a good game, but so did Mirko." "If I ever get the balls to tell her how I feel, I will prove it. Until then, I'm her loyal friend." Dad lets out a laugh that comes deep from his belly. "You'll have to fight Daisy for that title." "Daisy..?" Dad points to the corner of the kitchen, where an old German Shepard is curled up asleep on a pink bed. "That's Daisy. The most loyal friend anyone could have. You like dogs?" "I prefer cats, but I don't mind dogs. Is she Jasper's?" "Technically, she's mine, but she kind of chose Jasper. Daisy Mae," the old dog's brown eyes shoot open, "go see sissy." She lets out a long yawn before standing to stretch. As she walks by the two men, she takes a second to sniff Aizawa's hand. He freezes, but doesn't move as the dog tilts her head. "That's Shouta, Daisy. He's safe." Daisy actually seems to nod before walking into the living room in search of Jasper. "Wow. Did you train her?" "Carson did. She took to it easily." Aizawa smiles softly. "Go on back in there. I just needed to tell you all of that. I hope there are no hard feelings." "Absolutely not. I appreciate the talk."

When Aizawa walks back in the living room, he sees Mic and Lilith on the couch talking. Jasper is sitting in the floor, petting Daisy's fur while laughing from the dog happily licking her face. "Did you meet Daisy, Sho?" "She kind of sniffed me, so I guess so." He walks over and takes a seat next to Jasper. "Daisy," Jasper points to the ground and the dog immediately sits patiently, "good girl. Give Sho a high five." The dog turns her gaze to Aizawa, who slowly holds his hand up. When Daisy actually gives him a high five, he can't help but laugh. "She's so smart." "Yeah. She's an amazing dog." Mic chuckles suddenly, making both Jasper and Aizawa look at him. He smirks, but waves for them to ignore him. "Children," papa yells out, "food!" Lilith and Mic jump up, immediately going to the kitchen together. Aizawa raises an eyebrow. "Am I a child, now?" "Just go with it. They know how old you are." Aizawa stands, offering his hand to pull Jasper to her feet. She takes it with a smile, and something about the way he grabs her hand is different than it used to be. When they grab their plates, Papa and dad point out a specific spot for the two of them to sit. Of course, it's right next to each other. Aizawa quickly pulls the seat out for her, which makes Mic chuckle. "Sho, aren't you the perfect gentle-" "Boomboom baby," Jasper interrupts him, "shut up." Mic still chuckles, holding his hands up innocently. Jasper smiles before leaning her head on Aizawa's shoulder. "Thank you, Sho." His cheeks warm, and he surprises even himself by laying his head back on hers affectionately. "You're welcome, Jas." When Lilith gags, everyone starts laughing. "Get a room, you two." Jas takes a bite of a meat pie and winks. "If we did that, you would complain." "J-Jas!" "Sorry Sho, but look at the disgust on her face." Aizawa chuckles, still trying to calm his now racing heart. Was that just strictly a joke, or was there something else behind it? "So," Papa changes the subject, "how long have you been friends with Mic?" "Oh, fifteen years. We went to high school at UA together." Mic winks at his best friend with a smile. "He's known Jas a long time, too, but the only interaction they had was-" "Yeah, putting her through a drywall," Dad chuckles, "we know. She happened to bring that up." "Wow," Aizawa nudges her with his elbow, "that was the part you mentioned?" "Well, that did happen." Suddenly, Jasper shivers, rubbing her arms. Aizawa tilts his head, barely noticing Lilith letting a slight breeze leave her hand. Japser sees Aizawa's eyes flash red, and she knows exactly why she got cold. "Lilith, you bitch." "I was hoping he would be nice and offer you a jacket or-" "Well I'm being nice and canceling your quirk. Knock it off, kid." "You aren't my teacher anymore!" "I know I'm not, but I can still talk to you like I was. Mic lost that privilege." Jasper almost chokes on her drink from that. She smacks Aizawa's arm before laughing. "I had water in my mouth, you prick!" Lilith has a hand over her mouth, but she's laughing. Papa wipes a tear from his eye. "Lilith, that's.. scandalous." "Oopsies." Once they all finish eating, Papa and Dad plug in a game station. Aizawa and Jasper decide to watch the other four play a racing game. Mic and Lilith take a seat in the floor and let the other two sit beside each other on the couch. "Hey, Jas." Aizawa's voice is barely a whisper. "Yeah?" "I really like your dads. They've been super kind to me." She smiles and turns her head to face him. When she does, their noses accidentally brush.  "I-I'm glad, Sho. I would hate for them to not like you." He smiles softly. "I would understand. Most people don't take the time to become my friend." When she giggles, her breath hits his lips. "I'm glad I did. You're such a big teddy bear." "I am not." "Liarrr." Aizawa rolls his eyes, dropping his voice even softer, and somehow lower. "I have an odd question." "W-what?" He glances at the stairs. "Is your bedroom up there?" "Yeah. W-wanna see it..?" Does he notice the nervousness in her voice? Can she see the sudden excitement in his eyes? "Sure, I guess. Will they-" "I don't care. Come on." The two of them stand, thankfully not alerting the four people on the game. However, once they get upstairs, Mic chuckles.

"Hey, I think we lost them." Papa and Dad both smirk, and Lilith shrugs. "Leave them alone. Focus on the fucking game."

Japser opens her bedroom door, trying her best to focus on steadying her hands. Why is she so nervous? He's just curious. He follows behind her, glancing at the grey walls. There are a few pictures of her family, including Lilith. "It's really simple. Haha.." "I like it, Jas. It's fitting." He turns the doorknob on her door to gently shut it. Jasper tilts her head watching him, but he only smiles. "You okay? You seem nervous." She turns away from him with an odd laugh. "I just don't remember the last time I brought a guy in my bedroom, especially here. Papa was extremely protective when I was a kid." All of a sudden, two large hands grab her waist. When she squeaks, Aizawa leans to her ear and smirks. "I promise I'll behave, Jas." "S-Sho..?" His hands slowly glide up to her ribcage, and her immediate reaction is to lean back into him. His chuckle makes her entire body shiver. "Awwwe, what's wrong?" "T-this.. feels like it should be.. wrong, Sho." He stands straight, taking his hands from her in an instant. "I apologize. I didn't-" "N-no! I-I.. never said stop.." She turns to face him, and he chuckles at how bright red her cheeks are. "I don't want you uncomfortable." "I'm not, S-Sho.. I've never done anything with a guy, and both of us just recently got out of relationships. Aren't you worried someone-" He sighs, suddenly placing his hand over her mouth. "You're over complicating things, Jas. Listen, nothing has to be said about this. Nothing even needs to happen. It is all up to you." She glances at the ground once he takes his hand away. "Sho.. why me?" He chuckles. "Because.. well.. I like you." "Like..?" "Like leaving Joke was decided by more than just the abuse. I started liking you when I met you at the UA festival." "The first day you met me?" She lifts her head, smiling slightly. "Yes, god, yes. You can ask Mic. You called that night and I could have combust in my room. You make me feel like I have so much to fight for, and if it was anyone else.. I would have already told you about how I feel." "Why.. didn't you?" His smile fades slightly. "Well, you told me that you're lesbian. I respect that. Plus, someone like you doesn't need to be seen with me. It'll ruin your reputation." "Sho, I like you!" She covers her mouth form the sudden outburst, and he chuckles. "You do? I question your taste in men." She giggles. "I don't know. I haven't felt attracted to a guy since like.. elementary school. Still, you're.. special to me." He walks closer to her and reaches to cup her face in his large hands. Her eyes widen, and she reaches to place her hands on his chest. He tenses slightly, but relaxes almost as quickly. "Sho.. are.." "No, not yet, but.. can I take you on a date or two? Just to.. you know.." She places her finger over his lips. "Yes, you dumby. I would love that." He smiles widely and pulls her into a tight hug. 'Jasper,' he can't bring himself to speak out loud, 'I can't wait to treat you like the queen you are..'

@katgalle​

[rvnjun]

nct 2018 reacts: yelling at you because they are stressed/tired

Requested; hey!! can I have a request whereby members of NCT 2018 bursting out their anger at you because they're tired or stressed out? thank you!!

Warnings; Fighting

Genre; Angst and Fluff

Authors Note: I don’t think I made some of them based around the fact that they are tired/stressed, I hope you don’t mind

Authors Note #2: NOT PROOFREAD SO PROBABLY MANY SPELLING ERRORS

Taeil

His grip on the doorknob tightened as you told him that you wished he was around more. He whipped around and gave you a glare, full of an emotion you had never seen on him. “Why don’t you try and be there for me more? It feels like you haven’t put any effort into this relationship for awhile,” his voice was seeping with venom. You stared at him, surprised by his sudden words. You actually started to think things over, were really the problem, the one who hadn’t been there for the other. As you were starting to think that you were a complete bitch Taeil walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms. “I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to say that,,I think I’m just tired,” his voice was low and quiet,” he explained. “Why don’t you skip practice tonight and get some sleep? I’ll tell them it was my idea,” you said while pulling him in the direction of your shared bed. He didn’t even attempt to pull away, all he wanted was to sleep with you in his arms.

Johnny

Johnny couldn’t stand it anymore, the sound of your voice had become the last thing in the world Johnny wanted to listen too. “Can you please be fucking quiet, gosh you’re so annoying!”,” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air. You stopped mid-sentence and stared at him like a deer in the headlights. Dropping your fork you began to stand up and leave the dinner table without saying anything. Johnny watched as you left and immediately felt like an asshole “Wait Babe,” He hollered out but you had already left the room. He cleaned up the dishes on the table and looked for you in the living room. When he saw you weren’t in there he figured you must have went to bed. Slowly he opened the bedroom door and saw your figure bundled up in bed. Your body shook lightly telling Johnny you had been crying. He couldn’t blame you, that was your first dinner together in almost a month and he was a total dick. “Y/n I’m sorry. I don’t know why I was such a dick. Can you please forgive me?”, he would ask, sitting on the edge of the bed while rubbing your back soothingly. You turned around to face him with a pout on your face “I guess I’ll forgive but, you better give me the best cuddles ever!”, you said with tears still in your eyes. “Oh I’ll give you such good cuddles that you’ll never want to leave,” he joked while crawling into bed with you.

Taeyong

Right after he yelled at you for not cleaning the kitchen he immediately regretted because he knew what he said was wrong and he could tell that he has caused you a great deal of pain. “Y/n I realize that what I said was complete rude and Id like to apologize. Id understand if you are still mad at me though, i would be too if I were in your position,” he said while walking into the living room.You looked up at him from your spot on the couch and sighed heavily, till upset by his sudden and unnecessary outburst. “Taeyong its fine.I understand that you're stressed and tired. I probably should have cleaned the kitchen anyway,” you gave him a smile to show that you weren't upset. It felt like a bunch of weight had been lifted off his shoulders as he at on the couch next to you and cuddled into your side.”thank you for understanding,” his eyes shut as he drifted off into a sleep. 

Yuta

Slamming the door shut behind him Yuta walked into the house, right past you. You flinched at his actions, concerned over if he was okay or if something had happened. “Babe? What’s wrong?”, you asked as you stared at his fuming figure. Turning to face you Yuta raised his voice and snapped “Nothing is wrong. Why are you always trying to get in my business?” Your eyes widened at his words, you had asked a simple and polite question yet he exploded at you. “Maybe because it’s my job as you partner to make sure you are happy,” you snapped back, huffing and slipping on your shoes to get out of the apartment. “Wait! Where are you going?” He asked as he watched you open the door. “Away from yku since clearly you want it,” you were about to shut the door on him when he called out. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I yelled at you, I was just thinking about practice and I got a little mad,” you could hear his voice crack as he spoke. “I won’t forgive you right away since it was complete uncalled for,,,,do you want to talk about it?” You took off your shoes and walked back to where he was. Yuta nodded and pulled you into his arms

Kun

Right after the words left his mouth he regretted what he had said. His words got stuck in his throat as his brain wracked over what he should say. Normally he would have apologized but he didn’t know why he was apologizing since he didn’t know why he said it. You stared at him with gentle eyes, you knew that something was bothering him so even though his words hurt you, you weren’t upset. “Babydoll you need to relax. I can feel how tense you are from over here,” you took careful steps towards him. He stared into your eyes before bursting Into tears “I,,I don’t know why,” his voice wavered. You held him close and let him poor out all of his emotions into you. Everything that he had been holding back on for months came pouring out and you were there to catch all of it

Doyoung

“I’ve been working so hard for this comeback! What have you been doing, huh? Nothing,,nothing at all,” Doyoung kicked a pillow that was resting on the floor. “Nothing, Doyoung? I have done nothing but support you. All the times you can home late and I made sure to have a hot fresh dinner ready. I made sure that you could take a long hot shower. I kept the house sparkling so you wouldn’t feel the need to do anything. I checked up on you, sent you messages throughout the day to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself to hard. But yeah, I’ve done nothing,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed your coat. Opening the door you slammed it shut without even listening to Doyoungs protests. Arriving in the elevator you pressed the ground floor button and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. Just as the doors were about to shut Doyoungs hand went between them, causing them to slide back open. Without saying anything he pulled you into him, holding you tightly he began to cry. “Gosh I was so focused on myself and what I had been doing for the comeback that I didn’t even notice all the things you had been doing for me. I don’t know if you can forgive me but I’m so sorry,” he said, words dripping with remorse.

Ten

“Yeah and how would you understand?” Tens vocie raised a few octaves catching you by surprise. You hadn’t thought he would raise his voice at you from such a simple comment. “I may not understand what you’re going through but I can try to!” You didn’t tell yet since you didn’t want to argue with him. Ten rolled his eyes at your words “Like you could do that,” he simply said. For some reason his words pierced your heart. You stared at him with dull, emotionless eyes. Without exchanging more words you turned around and went to the door so you could slip on some shoes and go for a walk. Once your back was to him Ten sighed “Babe I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled when you were just being nice,” he would say right away since he realized how much of a dick he was being. You smiled and nodded your head “Thank you. Now let me try to help.”

Jaehyun

Jaehyun was a little worked up over the radio show and you couldn’t blame him, if could be very stressful and exhausting. When you brought him and Johnny some food to eat between the show he asked if you would meet him outside to talk. You didn’t think it was anything bad until he shut the door and looked at you with an emotion that sent shivers down your spine. “Can I not work my job without you being nosey?” He asked while looking at the ground. You bit your lip and shook your head no “I like to help take care of you,” you added. Jaehyun ran his fingers through his hair “I’m a grown adult and I don’t need you to take care of me,” he yelled while flinging open the door and rushing out of it. You stayed in the quiet room for a few minutes trying to collect your thoughts and stop your tears. When Jaehyun returned Johnny told him he should apologize since you were being nice. After hearing Johnny talk about how amazing you had been to him he would realize just how in the wrong he had been. He would go back to the room only to find you still there, body shaking from tears. Pulling you in for a hug Jaehyun stroked your hair and apologized for being such a dick all of a sudden when you err just being nice.

Winwin

Winwin was normally a super sweet boyfriend who rarely snapped or yelled at you. The few times you did get into an argument you would both apologize and try to grow from it. So when Winwin and you got into a fight about making sure he was sleeping enough and he left for 4 days you were in hysterics. For those 4 days he was gone he would be wallowing around the dorm in his one pity over what happened. Taeyong would sit down to talk to him and Yuta would secretly record what they said. During he convo Winwin talked about how he felt bad for lashing out and how he didn’t know how to apologize. You would call Winwin, getting voicemail you left a message saying that you missed him and that you didn’t care about the argument anymore, you just wanted him back. Winwin would go running into your arms, picking you up he would apologize and say that he was stressed and he took that out on the wrong person.

Jungwoo

With the announcement of their tour he was piling on more stress than ever. Between hours spent practicing and some recording he felt like he didn’t have any free time. All he wanted to do was nothing, he wanted to lay in his bed and relax. When you made plans to have a double date with your friends without telling him he got very angry and snapped. “It would have been nice to know! Why did you think it as okay to make plans without consulting me first?” Jungwoo closed his eyes and breathed heavily. You felt tears well up, he had a point and you hadn’t seen him so angry before. “Y/n,,I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I would,,I’d love to go on a double date,” he said after calming himself down. He knew that he shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. “Thank you but if you don’t want to I can cancel! You were right and I shouldn’t have made plans without asking you first.” He pulled you into his chest for a tight hug

Lucas

“I just wish you were around more,” you mumbled into the soft pillow, clutching it tighter when you saw Lucas’ intense gaze. “Y/n I’m preparing to debut in another unit, it’s obvious that I’m going to be busy. You know what I wish? That you were more understanding and caring,” his voice raised a notches. You gasped at his words, unable to comprehend what he said. The minute Lucas saw your expression change he felt his heart sink. Lucas reached out his hands as he tried to find the words to say. You burried your head in the pillow and closed your eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears. “Y/n I take it back. I wish that you will forgive me for being such a dick to you. I’ll,,I’ll try and be home more often, I swear,” he said while plopping down on the couch next to you and pulling you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and whispered apologizes in your ear

Mark

Being in 3 units and being one of the popular members, Mark often struggled to remember basic things. Mark sat on the table, trying to write down lyrics. You say across from him as you worked on some school work. Glancing over, you realized just how dead and sick Mark had looked. “Mark honey, what would you like for dinner?” Your soft voice caught his attention. “Huh?,”He asked since he hadn’t been listening. With him staring at you, you could see the dark circles under his eyes. “Baby I’m going to make dinner and then I think you should shower and get some sleep,” you gently placed your hand over his. Mark grumbled something before speaking up “I’m fine, Y/n. I need to finish these lyrics and then I’ll go to bed,” he rolled his eyes like a child at you. “Mark you aren’t going to write anything decent on an empty stomach and 2 hours of sleep,” you stood up and started to pull ingredients out of the fridge. “Oh yeah? And what do you know about my job, Y/n? Huh?” He asked while standing up with you. Your eyes widened and you turned to face him, “Apparently I know nothing but I do know that writing when your tried isn’t going to get you anywhere!” You yelled at him, not wanting to deal with his sudden anger. Mark looked at the ground as he sat down. It was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up “Can,,can you make the pasta that I really like?” He scratches the back of his neck. You smiled and walked over to him, raising his chin with your fingers you placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Of course I can, why don’t you go shower?”

Renjun

Renjun stares blankely at the plain wall. He knew that what he had said was incredibly rude and he knew that you were hurting because of it. Sighing he hit his head with his hand before standing up. “Y/n I’m so sorry that I said that and that I was a big dick to you. I’ve just been super stressed lately and I know that’s no reason for me to yell at you, yet I did, forgive me?” He knocked on your locked door. Wiping some tears from his cheeks he waited for your response. After a few minutes of silence he heard shuffling and you opened the door with red puffy eyes. “You are forgiven but you owe me,” you said while burying your face in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and smiled “Of course.”

Jeno

He had never yelled at you before, especially not so rudely. Staring at you with wide eyes he couldn’t even believe his own words. “Did I,,did I just say that?” He asked while starting to cry. You held back your tears and nodded “Is that how you really feel?” You asked while taking some steps back. He immediately shook his head “No of course not! Y/n I love you more than anything and I don’t even know why I said that. You mean the world to me,” he started to cry and reach out for you. You knew that he had been stressed these past few days and upset form Makrs graduation. Forgiving him instantly you held him close to you and kissed his cheek. “Stop holding everything to yourself. I’m your s/o Jeno and I want to be able to help you.”

Haechan

Breaking his shin had really taken a toll on him at first. Since he wasn’t able to perform at the award shows or be there for Marks graduation he felt completely useless. On the other hand he was enjoying his break with his family. Sometimes though, he would snap for no reason. You had come over and were watching movies with him when he suddenly yelled at you. “Don’t you have anything better to do? Why are you so useless?” He asked while scoffing. Your eyes widened as you sat up and stared at him blankly. After the words left his mouth he furrowed his brows. “I thought you wanted me here?” You asked. He shook his head and went back to watching the movie like nothing happened. Your vision went blurry with tears. You sat up and grabbed your things, leaving without saying another word. As you walked home you received a phone call from Haechan. You were going to ignore it but you were worried that something had happened. Answering the call his voice was loud as he spoke “Please come back. I started to think about how useless I was feeling at the moment and I wrongly took it out on you,” he said while sniffling. You could tell that he had been crying. “Haechan you have to promise me that you’ll stop snapping like that and if something is bothering you then you need to tell me properly,” you said while already turning to head back to his place. He nodded through the phone. “I promise,,please come back.”

Jaemin

The smile wiped right off of his face when you accidentally spilt your drink. Immediately you rushed to clean it up so the water wouldn’t get everywhere. Jaemin watched silently from the back before speaking up “You’re so stupid,” he simply said. Those 3 words halted you in your tracks, they pierced right through your chest. “What?” You asked while turning to face a mortified Jaemin. He started shaking his hands while protesting “I didn’t mean to say that! I don’t even know why I said it,” he explained. You smiled softly and stared into his tired eyes. “It’s alright babe. Maybe you should get some sleep.”

Chenle

Chenle rubber his eyes, Mark leaving Dream was affecting him more than he had originally thought it would. You continued to tell your story without realizing that Chenle wasn’t listening. With a heavy sigh Chenle yelled “Can you just shut up for more than 5 seconds? It’s unbearable!” You froze in place while staring at him. “I’m sorry,” you quietly looked at your lap while waiting for him to do something. It was silent for a few seconds before the sound of crying caused you to look up. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I was just thinking about Mark,” he said while reaching over for a hug. You returned the hug and rubbed his back soothingly while telling him everything would be alright and that he would still see Mark.

Jisung

It was rare for Jisung to have an opportunity to take you somewhere. You were super excited, practically bouncing off the walls to go somewhere nice for a change. Jisung rubber his temples “I don’t even wanna go somewhere. I rather stay home in bed, by myself,” he coldly said while staring at you. Your brain processed what he said before you nodded “If you rather go home then that’s fine. You have been working so hard lately,” you continued to be optimistic. Jisung nodded his head and started to turn the other way before he stopped. “You deserve to go somewhere. Tonight we can stay at the dorm and cuddle,” he shook his head after he realized how rude he suddenly was.

[saltynemo]

Drunk In Love

Warnings: Underage drinking, sexual content, swearing, eDgY tEeNs xd,

This picture is so pure oMG!

Ok so Y/n has had a crush on her childhood friend, Josh, for a very long time and when Josh invites her over for some illegal drinking, Y/n accepts. She never planned to confess to him.

Word Count: 1.7k words

  Just as I feel myself doze into a sleep in front of my computer, my phone erupts into my ringtone. I yelp, immediately picking my head up. I grab my phone and look at the caller ID. Oh, its Josh! Why is he calling me at nearly 1 am?

     I swipe my phone screen, answering Josh’s call. “Hello?” I speak, the butterflies in my stomach beginning. I always felt like this talking to him.

     “Hey!” He cheers, a smile obvious on the other end. “Um, I was wondering if you could come over-like, right now...” He asks.

     “I cant, Josh! Do you understand its 1 in the morning!” 

     “Its actually 12:57.” He sasses. I laugh at his response, wondering why he would want me to come over. “Please come over, Y/n. My parent’s aren't home and it’ll be worth it.”

     “Oh, um, ok. Yea I’ll be over in a bit.” We say our goodbyes and hang up. His parent’s aren't home I wonder, my heart skipping a beat at the thought. No, no, no he’s too innocent for sex. Is he?

     I shrug, slipping on a jacket and my phone in my pocket. I close my computer down by holding the power button, not caring to exit out of the windows still up. I slide my feet into my shoes and carefully sneak out my bedroom door, making sure not to wake up my mom. I tip toe my way to the front door, hesitating when I heard a creak.

     I successfully sneak through the door, slowly closing it. I begin to walk down the sidewalk, looking forward to me and Josh’s night out.

     As I approach the young man’s house, I text him, alerting him that I was outside. In less than a minute, I see the door swing open, revealing a cutie in a cat muscle shirt.

     “Y/n!” Josh cheers, smiling brightly. “Come in, quick.” He hurries me, motioning his hand to me. I hurry inside the house, hearing the front portal shut behind me. I observe the house, wondering how Josh’s parents let me come this late, or should I say early, at night.

     “So,” I begin, turning to the handsome boy. “Why did you bring me here?” He chuckles, happiness and excitement obviously in him.

     “I’m glad you asked.” He runs into the kitchen, my curious personality following him. I see him dig around in the fridge, glass clinking together. Suddenly, he pulls out a 750ml bottle of Iceberg Vodka. I choke on my breath, finding myself laughing. He smiles as he holds the bottle up for me, presenting it.

     “Josh,” I shake my head, smiling like a goofball. “We cant drink this!” I say, beginning to take off my jacket. “We’re literally 19. And we’re both not turning 21 anytime soon.” He chuckles, putting down the bottle.

     “So? I know you’ve told me before about stealing alcohol.” He grins, fishing through the cupboards for glasses.

     “I know, but what are your parent’s gonna say?”

     “They aren’t here.” He winks, already pouring us a drink. I roll my eyes, walking over to the soon-to-be-drunk Josh. He pours us both short glasses, one that’s pink and the other red. I hold up the pink glass and study it, the words ‘Twerk Queen’ imprinted on it.

     I laugh, “’Twerk Queen’? Really?” He chuckles, picking up his own shot.

     “My mom is a freak when she isn’t at church.” We both share a giggle at his remark. “Ok, enough chat; I wanna get drunk.”

     “You better not become an alcoholic after tonight.” I warn, watching Josh down his shot. I bring the glass up to my lips and slowly drink the liquid, forgetting it’s a shot. I make a sour face as the vodka buzzes through my veins and up to my brain, making me cringe.

     “Y/n!” Josh chuckles, setting his glass down. “You aren't drinking a can of beer. Its a shot. You have to just down it.”

     “Yea, yea, I know. I forgot.” I shush, the strong taste still in my mouth. “ I’m a first time drinker you know, right?”

     “Yea, I am too. I just thought it would be logical for you.”

     “Shut up” We both share a laugh as Josh pours another shot for both of us. He hands me my filled shot as he takes his own.

     “Remember, its a shot.” He giggles, raising the glass to his lips.

     “I know, dummy.”

     As time went on and more and more alcohol was consumed, we became more and more unaware of what reality was; In other words, we got drunk as hell. After shots became too strong for us, we moved to regular beer, Corona specifically.

     I laugh at a joke Josh slurred, covering my mouth with my hand. We were smashed as fuck.

     “Hey, I got a question.” Josh suddenly says, wiping a tear from his eye. I nod my head, telling him to continue. “Are you a virgin?” 

     “No, far from that.” I giggle. “Once I turned 18, I went crazy.”

     “What do you mean by that?”

     “Well,” I began, setting my drink on the counter. “I lost my virginity to Tyler.” I hear Josh silence a laugh, an apparent smile trying to be hidden. “What?”

     “Nothin’, just continue.” He takes a sip of his beer, watching me intensely as I went on.

     “I also fucked Zach, to get payback for Tyler dumping me.” I chuckle, now remember the scene. “And recently, I fucked my old childhood friend, who we can just call Cody.”

     Josh holds a hand up to me, stopping me. “Out of all your fuck buddys, who was your favorite.”

     “Oh, definitely Cody.” I say without hesitation, taking a quick sip of my beer. “He was so rough, called me degrading names and shit.” 

     Josh is taken back by this, not expecting that coming from my lips. “I always thought you were soft and everything.”

     “Well, not anymore.” I laugh.

     “I bet I can fuck you better than him.” He smirks, chugging the rest of his beer down.

     I roll my eyes at his words, “Yea sure, buddy. You cant fuck me good enough to see stars.”

     I see Josh’s eyes turn dark, jaw clenched. “Bet.” He says bluntly.

     “I bet you’re a bottom boy.” I chuckle, seeing how far I could push his patience.

     I see him slam down his glass, making me jump. “Excuse me?” He says aggressively. He slowly walks over to me, bending down close to me. “I’m sorry, I couldn't hear you.” He says, sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Can you say that again?”

     “I said ‘I bet you’re a bottom boy’.” I repeat, making sure to emphasize the B’s. I smirk, hoping to ignite something inside him. He nods his head, chuckling.

     “That’s funny,” He straightens up his posture, staring directly down at me, making me feel small. I feel his hand, snake up my torso, suddenly gripping my neck. He pulls me close harshly, making my heart pound in my chest. “I don’t remember a little slut like you dominating me.” He barks, leaning down so his mouth is right near my ear. “I should fuck you and show you how dominating I can be to a little fucktoy like you.” He grins, slowly tightening the grip around my throat. I was able to breathe, but it felt like I couldn’t. “I’m gonna plow you right here on the hardwood floor; little sluts like you don’t deserve to be fucked on a bed.”

     Josh lets go of my throat and goes for my hair, pushing me down onto my knees. I struggling to bend down without hurting my joints, but was able to accomplish it. He releases his grip and begins undoing his jean button. I push his hand out of the way, finding myself become excited from the idea of being dominated by Josh. I quickly unzip his pants, tugging them down his thighs. I’m met with his underwear, causing me to realize what was going on. I’m gonna fuck Josh? Here, now?

     I hesitantly pull down his underwear slightly, revealing his shaft, then head. His rod bounces up from excitement, smacking my chin. I hold his dick softly, admiring his size. I pump him slowly, spitting on his cock to lube him up. He groans lowly, watching me do my job closely. I pick up my second hand, giving him the two hand twist; that’s what I call it, at least. I slow down and speed up randomly, teasing him. He groans in satisfactory, watching me kiss the tip of his glazed cock. I smirk up to him, watching him unravel beneath my touch.

     “Top teasing me, Y/n.” Josh moans, grabbing me by the hair. In shock, I let go of his dick, gripping his thighs. He guides my mouth to his rod, pushing it against my lips. I open up wide, letting him insert it all. I feel his 7 inches grind against my lower throat, making me choke. “Pretty girl can’t take it?” He chuckles, still holding my hair. “I thought little sluts like you can take this big cock. I guess not.”

     I shut my eyes, trying to halt myself from gagging anymore. My nose presses against his pubic bone, letting me know his dick was in all the way. He doesn't stop there, pulling my head forward and backwards, face fucking me steadily. My eyes begin to water, blinking away tears. His movements pick up quickly, soon fucking my mouth senselessly. I take a deep breath through my nostrils, hoping this would be over soon. No matter how much I want to please Josh, this can’t go on for much longer.

     Suddenly, he pulls out of my sloppy mouth with a groan, looking down at the mess he made of my face. “I’d love to cum in your mouth, baby.” He huffs, leaning down close to me. His lips brush against my ear, making me shiver, “But I would love to cum in something much sloppier...”

     (I apologize it’s quite short, but I really wanted to finish this. Im sorry I disappeared for a while; my life has been hectic and i just got introduced to new classes etc. Not a real excuse but i do apologize. I hope u enjoyed at least some of this content lmao)

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I Don’t Deserve You

Pairing: Wolfstar

Type: Fluff, a little bit of angst

Word count: 2764

Warnings: None

Summary: Remus realizes he is in love with his best friend and everything spirals from there. 

Remus usually didn’t have a problem getting through a book. They were typically exceptionally easy for him to sink into. 

He liked to imagine these stories were his real life. In these fictional worlds he wasn’t a hideous monster, he was a soldier off to fight for his country. He wasn’t a slave to the full moon, he was a swash-buckling pirate. He wasn’t covered in ugly scars, he was a handsome prince. When Remus sunk into a story he wasn’t a monster, or ugly or unlovable. He was heroic and strong. He always won, and he was always loved. 

Usually Remus Lupin didn’t like his life or who he was. There was little he would keep the same. He loved his friends and he loved being a wizard and Hogwarts in general, but those were pretty much the only things. He could always find some new facet of his being that he would change, but his friends and his school were always something he could count on. They were his constants. 

That’s why he was so completely shocked by this new turn of events. 

The Marauders were sitting in the library, trying to finish up their potions assignment. Or, at least Moony was. The other three were goofing off and intermittently getting a bit of work done here and there. 

Padfoot was sitting across from his, teasing Wormtail about some girl he fancied in the year above them. He said something funny, Remus didn’t even know what, but as they all sat there laughing, he looked up and over to Sirius, and it hit him. The thought was so sudden that he abruptly stooped laughing at paled. 

‘I love him.’

The feelings were so raw and overwhelming that he didn’t know what to do. He could hardly think.

He stood up suddenly, causing the other three boys to look up, stunned. 

“Moony, are you alright?” It was Peter who asked, but it was Sirius who locked eyes with him, asking the same question silently. 

“I’m going to the bathroom.” He quickly collected his things and left. 

He escaped as quickly as possible, trying to gulp down as much air as he could manage. 

How was this possible? How could he be in love with his best friend? How did he let this happen? Why was he so surprised by this? Don’t people usually know when they’re falling in love with someone before it happens? Regardless, it was true. The more he thought about it, the more he could confirm it was true. He was in love with Sirius Black. 

Everything about Padfoot enthralled Remus. His sense of humor, his wit, his sarcasm, and sass. The way the boy loved so fiercely and his loyalty to his chosen family never failed to awe Remus. Sirius was almost completely fearless, but even when he was afraid, he never let that stop him or hold him back in any way. Sirius thrived from the challenge. 

Then, there were his eyes. They were a deep, endless grey. It was incredibly easy to get lost in them They held so much intrigue and mystery. His hair was beautiful. Deep black, and incredibly soft. The more he thought about Sirius’ hair, the more it drove him mad. The way it flowed down his strong shoulders could hypnotize anyone, but when he tied it up in a knot on the top of his head, exposing his long pale neck, left Remus feeling breathless even at the mere thought. 

He needed to stop this now. This wasn’t going to help anything. This was a bad ides. This was a disaster waiting to happen. Nothing good could come from his. Nobody could know. This was just another thing he would change if he could. This was going to make life a hell of a lot more difficult. 

Moony sat on this secret for weeks. It was torture. Every day he fell more in love with Sirius. A joke he would tell or the way his eyebrows creased and tongue poked out when he was concentrating, or the way he talked so passionately about quidditch. All of it made a warmth spread in his chest, quickly followed by a feeling of immense guilt and anxiety.  He shouldn’t be feeling this way. Not about Sirius. Not about his best friend. 

His secret was making it hard for him to concentrate on anything. His homework was suffering, he hadn’t finished a book in weeks, and sometimes it was even hard for him to eat. All this guilt and anxiety was ruining his appetite. 

Currently they were out by the Black Lake. Padfoot was marching away from Prongs and Wormtail and right towards Remus. He was shaking his head and laughing, causing his hair to fall over his face, and made Moony’s breath catch in his throat.  Quickly, he looked away and tried to refocus on the book he was reading. He’d been trying to read this for days now, but couldn’t seem to get more than 50 pages in. 

Moony could feel the boy’s eyes on him, burning a hole into the side of his head. He wished Sirius would look away. His staring was making Remus blush.  “Moony, is everything alright with you?” He asked abruptly.

This inquiry caused Moony’s head to shoot ip with wide eyes and a gapping mouth. 

“What are you talking about? Everything’s fine. I’m okay. Why do you ask?” These questions would’ve been normal if he hadn’t asked them so quickly or so defensively. But he did, and it caused Sirius to sit up, concern written on his face.

“Moony, honestly, what’s wrong? You’ve been distant and quiet, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been trying to read that same book for a week now. That’s not like you. Are you feeling okay? The moon isn’t for another week and a half.” His distressed tone made Moony smile a little bit. He was the sweetest, kindest person in the world. 

“No. I’m really fine Pads. It’s just stress. Finals and everything.” He played it off and tried to find his spot in the book. 

“Don’t bullshit me Remus. This isn’t just your pre-final stress frenzy. This doesn’t have anything to do with finals or tests, or the full moon. I’ve missed you these past few weeks Moony. Please tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can help.” His tone was concerned and upset. His eyes held fear, and it broke Remus’ heart. 

“I...I wish I could Pads, but... I just really can’t.” He shut his book and stood up to leave. 

He walked halfway across the lawn before he heard Sirius calling his name. He didn’t turn around. He couldn’t turn around. If he did, and saw Sirius calling his name and running after him, his heart would melt and he would confess everything. So he kept walking. 

He was about to ascend the staircase to Gryffindor tower when a hand pulled on his shoulder, slowing him to a stop. 

“Remus, please stop.” He was panting from running all the way from the lake. “Remus, we need to talk.” This couldn’t happen. Remus wasn’t ready for this to happen. He didn’t want to loose his best mate. 

“Sirius, I told you. I’m fine. I’m handling it. Please, just let it go.” He breathed out, turning his bak and walking up the stairs. 

“You know I can’t do that Moons. I know there is something wrong. I can’t just let you sit here and suffer. I can help. I want to help Remus.” he argued, following after his friend. 

“Why not?” He shouted in frustration.  “Padfoot, what don’t you understand? I can’t tell you!” Why couldn’t he just drop it?

“Moony, you can tell me anything. I’d never judge you or be a dick about it. I’m here for you Remus. Is this about classes? A professor? Another student? Is someone harassing you?” He guessed.

“No, it’s nothing like that Pads. It’s nothing at all. Forget this. It’s not even a big deal. This is being blown way out of proportion.” They were at the portrait and he was getting beyond frustrated with this conversation. 

“Runespoors.” He said to the Fat Lady. The portrait swung open, allowing the boys to enter. 

“Don’t be like that Moony. If it’s bothering you, then it’s not ‘no big deal’.” They were at the stairs to the rooms now.

“Look Sirius. I’ve got homework to do. If it becomes something I can’t handle, I promise I’ll tell you. Okay?” Without another word he stomped up to their room. Alone. 

If their relationship felt strained before, it felt practically nonexistent now. They’d barely spoken a word to each other in days. It was killing them both.

Every time either walked into a room their eyes met. Sirius was still worried and the concern was always prevalent on his face. Remus missed him. Not only in an ‘I’m in love with you and want to be near you’ type of way. He missed his best friend. He missed hanging out with Sirius, James, and Peter. 

He didn’t feel comfortable around his friends anymore. He felt like he was lying to them. He couldn’t look them in the eyes. The guilt was overwhelming. This secret was ruining his life. 

Remus was alone in thier room. The other three were in detention for a prank, that for once, Moony hadn’t helped plan. He was avoiding Padfoot and the others as much as possible. 

He was finally working on finishing the book he was reading, not really paying attention to anything going on around him. He didn’t notice when Sirius walked in, and he didn’t notice when Sirius stood there, watching them. 

Sirius had missed Remus these past few weeks. He had no idea what had been going on with him, and no idea why he was shutting everyone out. 

Sirius had always known he felt something for Moony. Something different that friendship. Something more than friendship. This time apart had really solidified these feelings. 

He realized that he couldn’t stand being apart from Moony like this. He wasn’t used to his. He was used to always sitting next to Remus. Always looking to him first to see if he’d laughed at his joke. Always finding some way to touch him, feel him against his skin. 

He missed his smile, his laugh, his warmth. He missed Moony. He hadn’t seen him in months, and it’d been torture. 

Sirius waited a minute to watch the boy read. This was one of his favorite things about Remus. The way he sunk into a story. The way it consumed him. He got so completely invested in the story and it was beautiful. He was so concentrated on it, and everything around him disappeared. 

After a minute he cleared his throat, alerting the boy to his presence. 

Moony looked up and took in the boy before turning back to his page. 

“I thought you had detention. Whaat are you doing here? Where are Prongs and Wormtail?” HIs voice was calm, but his words were desperate. 

“I got done early. They’re still cleaning cauldrons for Slughorn.” To that Remus didn’t reply at all. Just nodded. 

“Moony. Do you remember telling em that you’d finally talk about what was going on if you couldn’t handle it anymore?” He shut his eyes and let out a big sigh. 

“Pads, I’m oaky. Nothing’s changed.” He said this, but clutched his book harder. 

“What if I’m not?” That got Moony’s attention. “Moony, I miss you. You haven’t actually talked to me in a long time. You have completely shut me out and I can’t do this anymore.” He shoved his hands into his hair in frustration. 

“I’m sorry Padfoot. I didn’t... I didn’t realize this was hurting you I didn’t ever mean to hurt you. That’s n-not.” His voice broke. “I never meant to do that.” His skin began to get blotchy, and he was on the verge of tears. 

“I know you didn’t mean to Re. I just hate this. I hate that you feel like you can’t talk to me. What can I do to make you get that. What can I do to make you get that I am here for you? I care about you Remus.” He moved to go sit on his own bed. 

They were only about four feet apart, but it felt like miles. 

“I know all that Sirius. I know, I just... I can’t tell you because it would hurt us Sirius. It would ruin us.” He couldn’t help the tears sliding down his cheeks. 

“Moony.” He cooed, climbing off his bed and over to Remus’. “Moony, nothing is going to ruin us.” He grabbed Remus’ jaw and wiped the tears off his cheeks. “We’re us.” The feeling of warmth spread relief throughout his body. It grounded him. Cleared his foggy thoughts. 

“Moony... he stared into the boy’s eyes for a second before continuing. “Moony, I think I have feelings for you. I think he might be in love with you.” The confusion on Remus’ face filled Padfoot with fear. 

This was a bad idea. He thought... maybe telling him would help. Maybe he’d know that he could tell him anything and they’d be okay. The confusion was a bad sign though. 

The only reason Remus looked confused was because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was this happening? Was this real?

“You...you love me?” Even saying those words brought a smile to his face.

“I...uh...yeah. I do. I love you Remus. I love you, and I need you to know that nothing you could tell me is going to change that. Nothing could make me stop loving you.” Remus’ hands moved up to hold Siruis’

“You really want to know?” His grey eyes were honest and hopeful. It made something warm bloom in his stomach. 

He nodded, giving Remus the go-ahead to share what’d been going on. Mentally preparing himself to hear it. 

“Well, there’s this guy. I’ve know him for a really long time. Recently I realized that I’m hopelessly in love with him. I am really good friends with him and it killed me think that I could ruin our relationship by telling him that. So, instead I distanced myself. That made everything worse.” Sirius was grinning from ear-to-ear after hearing this confession. “It killed me to be away from him and I couldn’t handle it, but I kept telling him that I could. But he, the absolute genius he is, confronted me. He told me he loved me too. So, that’s what I’ve been going through.” He interlinked their fingers, kissing them one by one. 

“Well, thank you for finally telling me. I actually think this is something I can help with. Aren’t you lucky?” He smirked and gave Remus a cheeky wink. 

“Well, that’d be great. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, this bloke, whoever he is, seems like the brilliant, devilishly handsome type. I think you should tell him how you feel. How could he not love you back? Both boy’s hearts were beating fast. 

“Well, in that case... Sirius Black, I am in love with you. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and everything about you drives me mad.” The second he finished his sentence, Sirius jumped on him, kissing him passionately. 

After a second, Remus pulled away. He was grinning, but when he looked down at the book he’d been reading his smile faltered. 

“Sirius. I’m not... I don’t deserve you.” That took Sirius by surprise.

“What does that even mean Moony? How the hell are you not good enough for me?” His tone was even a little defensive.

“It means that I’m not good enough for you. You are amazing, and beautiful, and smart, and funny, and strong, and brave. I’m.. I’m not. You deserve someone who is more than me. More than a monster.” He couldn’t look Padfoot in the eyes as he said it. He didn’t want this to be true. He wanted to be worthy of Sirius, but he couldn’t fool himself. 

“Remus...” He grabbed the boy’s jaw and pulled his face up so they met each other’s eyes. “Remus, you are not a monster. You are strong and amazing. I wouldn’t be anything without you Remus. You have made me who I am. You are everything to me Moony. I love you. You are worth everything.” He pressed a soft kiss to the boys lips. Tears streamed down both their faces now. 

“I love you.” Remus mumbled against Sirius’s lips. 

“I love you too, Remus.”