#i enjoyed writing this

[lightseoul]

you and me? really?

synopsis. mina and kirishima invite you to a night out. they conveniently forget to tell you it’s a double date. (part 2)

cw. gn!reader, gradstudent!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~23 yrs old), mina ashido x kirishima eijirou, fluff

word count. 1.7k words

Mina whines as you drag her into the bathroom of Kozue—the first red flag you should’ve noticed (who hosts a massive group hangout at an expensive ass restaurant?!)—but you’re far too angry to pay her any mind. She winces in disdain as you finally let her wrist go.

“Where’s everyone else?!” You whisper-shout.

“Uhh.. I might’ve left out a few details about this hangout.”

You can’t believe this girl. “No shit, Sherlock,” you sigh in exasperation. “Mina, you lied to me?”

Her eyes bug out in alarm, “I didn’t! I would never lie to you, you know that. As I said, I just omitted a few details.”

“Let me guess, like the fact that aside from you, me, and Eiji, the only other person attending is Bakugou?”

She lets out a squeak. Of guilt or excitement, you can’t tell.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Wipe that grin off your face. And you know he and I don’t really get along! And people can recognize you guys and think we’re on a double date. I barely even know the guy and his PR Team will be coming for my head tomorrow morning.”

“You don’t know that! You only met him once during the end of our patrol. He just gets extra snappy when he’s tired,” she giggles. “Oh, and don’t worry about the press. The chef owes Bakugou one—he offered to clear the restaurant just for tonight.”

You can’t believe your ears. Oh, to have the power and influence of a Pro Hero.

You shake your head in (another form of) disbelief, “So you’re not gonna say anything about you roping me into a double date?”

“Nope!” she exclaims cheerfully, turning her back to exit the bathroom. You follow suit, though unlike her, you’re not done with the conversation.

“How’d you guys manage to rope him into this, anyway?” You’d keep your voice down as you weave through the exquisitely prepped tables, but true to Mina’s word, there’s no one else around except Kirishima and Bakugou, who are seated at the far corner overlooking the city.

“Eiji used the same tactic,” she sing-songs. “He got annoyed earlier when he realized his predicament, but Eiji managed to talk him into staying. Said it would be cruel to leave you as our third wheel, or something.”

You chuckle despite yourself. Mina turns to grin at you.

“Right on.”

Turns out, dinner’s not half as bad as you thought it would be.

And regarding Bakugou? Well, the jury’s still out.

You can tell he’s barely fitting into the small chair beside you—which is actually regular-sized but dwarfs in comparison to his hulking figure—visibly uncomfortable.

He’s sporting a black long-sleeve, rolled up to his forearms, and slacks in light of the semi-formal dress code—the very code you panicked over earlier upon realizing that you didn’t have anything to wear. Luckily enough, you managed to dig out a good enough LBD, and opted to dress it up with some gold accessories you’ve had since college. And now you look even more like you’re on a date: matching colors and all. Great.

Kirishima, ever trusty Kirishima, just had to talk about your awkward situation among the group. (Which was incredibly unnecessary. Why not just ignore the elephant in the room?)

“We just missed the both of you!” he exclaims, while Mina, to his left, nods vigorously in agreement. “We haven’t caught up in a while. And, we figured we could be efficient and host a hangout instead—the four of us!”

Bakugou scoffs, looking away, “You guys are such a fuckin’ married couple already, with all that ‘we’ shit ya got going on. Makes me wanna gag.”

Your eyes widen in shock at his brazenness, but you can’t help but let out a stunned laugh.

His eyes flicker to yours at the sound. You could’ve sworn you saw the corners of his lips turn upward for a second before his infamous scowl took over his face again. Could’ve been amusement, but what’s that to you, right?

Mina pouts at his comment, while Kirishima only laughs wholeheartedly. Both brush it off, though, and you chalk it up to how they’ve gotten used to Bakugou’s bluntness after almost 10 years of seeing each other grow up.

“Anyway,” Mina interjects, “as we were saying, we missed you guys and also, thought both of you could use the company!”

“Ouch..?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You turn to address Bakugou, whose eyebrows are so furrowed deep into a scowl you’ve half a mind to press a finger against it so he wouldn’t wrinkle so early. “I think they think we’re lonely.”

You look at the lovebirds, “But thanks, though. I appreciate the thought and your inviting us out. It’s been a while since I took the time off of grad school and working part-time at Manual’s. Though,” you spare Bakugou a glance, who eyes you curiously, “I’m pretty sure he can get all sorts of company if he wanted to.”

What’s meant to be a factual observation turned into a flirtatious comment the second Mina and Kirishima lit up, both piqued with interest. Suddenly, you’re regretting all the life decisions that led you to this moment.

“Oooh, what’s that supposed to mean?!” Mina exclaims, clearly delighted, while Kirishima’s eyes flicker between the both of you, wearing a shit-eating grin.

You can’t bring yourself to look at Bakugou.

“What?” you’re exasperated at this point, “I’m just saying,” you gesture vaguely to the guy in question, “Bakugou’s objectively attractive. The three of you are!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious!” you spring to your feet, “Hell, your entire UA class is! Well, except for Mineta, I guess.”

You hear a suppressed bark of laughter to your left. Mina and Kirishima are cracking up now, too. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about getting all riled up over their teasing, you sat back down.

“I’m sure all of you have experience and can score just about anyone.” You finish your rant, glad you got to wrap it up nicely before the two could get even further with teasing you about Bakugou in front of Bakugou.

You hear him grunt in response and see him, through your periphery, look down at his fancy plate of Porcini Mushroom Velouté. Finally, someone who agrees. Though, weirdly enough, it didn’t feel as good as you thought it would..

“Sorry for teasing you, Y/N!” Kirishima laughs, albeit quite sheepishly.

Mina nods, “But really, though, we’re glad you could come. Both of you.”

“Has he texted you yet?!”

You look back at the course syllabus and mountains of textbooks stacked on your desk, and you can’t help but heave a heavy sigh, “Really? This is what you called and dragged me out of my deep work for?”

“Come on!” Mina always sounds so cheerful and perky, talking to her makes you feel like you’re not 5 seconds away from crashing and sleeping through what’s supposed to be a serious study night. “He hasn’t, has he?”

“Well,” you decide to indulge her, “No other man has texted me in the last 24 hours except my Uber driver, so I guess my answer to that is no?”

“Very funny, Y/N. Ha ha.”

You grin in amusement. Two can play at this game.

You can hear her mutter a soft curse at the other end of the line, “Damn that Bakugou! He’s sure taking his sweet old time. After all that trouble of getting him to accept your number.”

“Cut it off, Mina. You should’ve tricked someone else who could actually be a good match for him instead of me.”

“What?!” she actually sounded shocked, “I didn’t choose you because you were convenient!”

“Thanks,” you deadpanned.

“Y/N! Sure, tricking you into joining was convenient, because you are both my and Eiji’s best friend, though I don’t think I need to explain that.”

“Sure, go on.”

You can practically hear Mina roll her eyes, “FY fricken I, both Eiji and I think you and Bakugou are a great match. You’re both driven, smart, and no-nonsense individuals who think they’re too busy and grown for romance.”

“That honestly sounds like a recipe for disaster, Mina.”

“People like you think that! But trust me, once you find the one, romance doesn’t seem so bad after all!”

“It doesn’t matter,” you mumble. “The lack of texts says enough. He probably just doesn’t think I’m interesting. So cut it off, please?”

You should’ve known better than to expect Mina to let things go just like that.

“Didn’t you see how he reacted when you called him attractive? He got so embarrassed, all red in the neck and ears. Eiji and I couldn’t stop talking about it last night—we’ve rarely seen him like that.”

You huff in slight irritation (and embarrassment), “It’s because you guys wouldn’t stop teasing us. I’d be flustered too if my friends kept tormenting me like that.”

Mina cackles, “Well, you were the one that gave us classic material to work with.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“No, wait!”

You sigh for the nth time in this conversation, “I was busy trying to hype you up and convince all of you of your attractiveness, thank you very much. So no, I didn’t see his reaction.”

“Yeah, that was very kind of you,” Mina exhales wistfully. “Anyway, I’d dare say he even got disappointed when you started complimenting me and Eiji too!”

You could only hear a second of her high-pitched laugh before clicking the End Call button.

Normally, hanging up on your best friend would make you feel bad, no matter how angry or annoyed you were at her.

But this? This is an emergency.

You clutch your heart, which is now hammering at an alarmingly faster pace than normal.

Fuck, you think to yourself. You cannot be crushing on Bakugou Katsuki.

Before you can spiral and go into an I-can’t-have-a-crush-much-less-on-a-pro-hero-named-Bakugou-induced panic, your phone chimes, indicating a new text message.

You bring it up to eye level, and you can’t help but gawk when you finally see the message content.

Hey, it's Bakugou.

[withacapitalp]

Vanilla with Fresh Strawberries

written for ‘cake’ @steddiemicrofic wc: 311 | rated: T | cw: parental neglect

Steve's birthday cake is always vanilla with fresh strawberries.

It's always been vanilla with fresh strawberries, because that's what his mother ordered every year. And, once his mother started following his dad around the country, that's what Tommy and Carol remembered having, so that's what they got. Then, after Tommy and Carol dropped him, Robin somehow figured out that vanilla with fresh strawberries was Steve's normal birthday cake order, so she started to get that.

Vanilla with fresh strawberries from Joanie's bakery right in the middle of town. That was the routine. That was how it always had been.

And because that's the routine, because that's always been the routine, Steve feels justified in being confused when Eddie hands him a chocolate cupcake.

"Happy birthday, my darling," He crooned as he did, looking around discreetly before leaning over the counter of Family Video to press a quick kiss to Steve's cheek.

"What's this?"

"A cupcake?" Eddie replied, sounding just as confused as Steve.

"It's chocolate," Steve shot back, like that should explain everything.

"Yeah? It's your favorite," Eddie said casually, completely missing the way that Steve's eyes grew wide and his breath caught in his throat.

There were a lot of things Steve could have said at that moment. Things he could have said to Eddie

He could have told Eddie about his normal order. He could have told Eddie that he found out he was allergic to strawberries when he was eight, but no one else had noticed that he broke out in hives if he had anything with strawberries in it. He could have told Eddie what this single stupid cupcake meant to him, about the way his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

"Chocolate is my favorite," Steve said instead, taking a small bite and savoring the taste of actual, real, love.

[mqsi]

can you please do a pedri smut were they do dry humping first 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Anon, thank you for requesting this. I’m a sucker for this type of fics🤭

warning: smut

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You were currently cuddling with Pedri in the living room, watching movies and munching on snacks.

“Babe I think I’ve lost my phone somewhere in this mess” Pedri announced, shuffling his hands trough blankets and candy wrappers.

You groaned, not wanting to get up to look for it “Maybe you left it on the table behind the couch”

“Can you check?” he asked,grinning. You rolled your eyes, lifting your head from his chest and looking towards the table. And the phone indeed was there.

“Pedro it’s there but pushed to the furthest corner, I can’t reach it without getting up” you replied ready to fall back into his arms before he spoke again

“Try to reach from the couch” he said making a cute face as a plead.

You rolled your eyes and stretched yourself above his head.

“I’m gonna kill you” you said, now placing your leg down further on the bed, straddling his lap in the process. Since you were reaching behind Pedri, your boobs were practically in his face. And not to mention you were wearing a baggy shirt without a bra. Pedri smiled into your shirt, hands going to your back, slowly carresing it.

“Seriously I can’t reach it” you said before being pushed down on his lap. Pedri’s hands were now kneeding your ass making you let out a breath.

“Thanks for the show” he said, one hand reaching under your shirt.

“What?” you asked confused but your thoughts were interrupted by his thumb brushing over your nipple.

“It was exciting” he continued “Let me show you my excitement” he said bucking up his hips. You let out a slight moan from feeling his clothed erection. You kissed him and started grinding your hips, providing the friction both of you now desperately needed.

“Pedri” you moaned before kissing him again. It was sloppy, you were moaning into each others mouth. Pedri’s hands were roaming your body the whole time, before disconnecting your lips and lifting your shirt so he can get a taste of your breasts. His tongue swirled over your sensitive nipples. His hands were on your hips,guiding you against his cock. You threw your head back, moaning in pleasure and tangling your fingers in his hair. You tugged on it, pressing Pedri’s face against your chest.

“Fuck bonita, you’re so fucking hot” he mumbled against your skin. His hands were back on your ass, kneading the flesh. You sped up your movements against his cock, feeling him leave breathy moans into your neck.

“Pedri I’m so close” you moaned.

He started bucking his hips up, lips back on you nipples, giving you the last push you needed. You crumbled down on him,feeling your juieces coat your underwear,staining your shorts as well.

“Babe, don’t stop now” Pedri demanded. His cheeks were red, hair messy, some strands sticking to a thin coat of sweat that formed on his forehead. You were already overstimulated but continued to grind against him.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck” Pedri moaned before spilling in his boxers, head thrown back on the bedframe. You fell against his chest, his hand carresing your waist. The only sound being your fast breathing, slowly coming down from your highs.

“Babe?” Pedri said weakly without moving his head.

“Yeah?”

“My phone is still on the table”

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[sweetestofchaos]

Shinee’s reaction to...you pulling him in for a kiss by his belt

Backstory: In a rush, he forgets to kiss you goodbye Warnings: Kissing, Suggestive Scenes Rating: 18+ Genre: Fluff | Established Relationship

a/n: we need more shinee gifs! it was so hard to find any 😠

Minho

He is so confused seeing your sock clad feet in his line of sight as he pulls his shoes on. Standing up straight, he would look at you with those wide eyes and the moment you grab his belt, his eyes get even bigger. As you tug him forward, he huffs a laugh seeing the pout on your lips. He cups your face and kisses you deeply, pulling away with a laugh ‘cause now he doesn’t want to leave.

“Wae, wae, wae!” *see pout* “Oh, sorry baby.”

Jinki

He’s a giggling mess the moment your hand touches his belt. As much as he knows he has to leave, he can’t ignore that sweet face you’re making. He gladly let you pull him closer and rest his forehead against yours with a smile on his face. He kisses you sweetest, pecking your lips twice more before he pulls away to leave.

“Did I forget something, sweets? Sorry, now, give me a kiss.”

Kibum

He screams playfully as pull him closer and whines as you press him into the wall. Looking at you, he switches up quickly and smirks before he leans to peck your lips and nuzzles his nose against yours. He rests his forehead on yours as he boops your lips with a finger.

“Honey! Are you trying to make me late?”

Taemin

He tries to pull your hands away, licking his lips as he smiles while biting his lips. He knows you. He knows what’s going to happen if he kisses you now. He sees that look in your eyes and he can’t just walk away. No, you are his weakness and he loves it. He grabs your waist and nips at your lips, his eyes bright as he teases.

“I’m already running late and you want to make me later? You make me crazy!”

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Siblings don’t usually stick together, do they? Other people certainly seem to think not. Too bad Emmet and Ingo have never really cared much for normalcy.

Hi guys lol I was. Not expecting to write a oneshot tonight but I had the idea and today wasn't great so I wrote it anyways.

College submas, worried Ingo, and reassuring Emmet time :)

[scarrypossmscribs]

Hope your tests were good. Xavier fic please? Extra possessive?

[aaa cool my first request! :> sorry this took a bit I wuz trying to comb through the blog n get things right! Xavier is very underrated, i hope i captured his personality well] cw!Implied Kidnapping cw!Victim Blaming cw!Non-con Hugging [If I'm missing any comment it n I'll add it] Xavier belongs to @hotpinkmoon!!

Xavier stood still and silent. The sight of your precious face capturing his undivided attention.

He was alone with his thoughts, all jumbled and chaotic. He couldn't find it in himself to move away. Or allow himself to sit down.

He really shouldn't have- what the fuck was he thinking? Doing something as pathetic as this? But he just couldn't take it anymore. He really couldn't. Oh the things only you could do to him. He really didn't deserve you, did he? Flashing memories blotted his vision. Your coworkers constantly taking up the space around you. As if they deserved to be by your side. Deserved your precious attention. Something even he was self aware enough to know was too good for him. The fleeting touches. The subtle glances at you. The wary looks they gave him when he came near. All the things they must have been whispering to you about him. And how you didn't seem to notice the obvious scorn towards him, how they were trying to manipulate you. To bring the both of you apart. The rising fear that they might hurt you. It all coagulated together. Forming a sick, blistering poison in Xavier's heart. A suffocating pressure squeezing every last shred of rationality out of his husk of a body. A feeling he just couldn't push down any longer. He just couldn't let you go.

It's so selfish- He knows. The guilt burrowing into the marrow of his bones. But after everything... all of the loneliness. The isolation- Couldn't he just have this? Couldn't he have you? You so kind. Too kind for your own good, really. So precious, and patient, and oh so perfect- The first time Xavier had met you, your cheerful smile and clear eyes had captivated him instantly. But his heart was truly yours once you showed him what an open-minded and attentive person you were.

And he knew he didn't deserve you from that moment onward. Xavier looked down at your sleeping body, in his guest bed. Well... it was your bed now. He... he couldn't let you go after what he'd done. He hoped that you'd forgive him. No no no... he knew you'd forgive him. He was just protecting you after all. From the people who wanted to separate you from him, from the people who could hurt you, from this damned town full of untrustworthy snakes- Xavier would make it up to you. You'd see. He would spoil you with gifts, comfort you whenever you felt sad, provide you the warmth, care, and comfort you needed. He would give you his all. Cradling you in his arms; peppering soft, affectionate kisses on your forehead. Your heartbeats intertwined.

He just wanted you to stay here, with him, where you would be safe and happy.

Was that too much to ask for?

[majorproblems77]

@unexpectedstormy You first!

This was fun to write! Thanks for the idea!

A03 if you'd prefer!

One of many reasons Sky hates dungeons

Sky hated dungeons

They were always, always underground.

What was up with that anyway? So dark, damp and the air was unnecessarily dry. He hated it, with all his being. Give him a sky temple any day.

Apart from Sky Keep. Not sky keep.

The chain had found themselves in a dungeon. A portal had flung them directly inside its depths, as much to the group's surprise it was one that none of them had encountered.

Which made exploring it all the more difficult.

They came across a large room, rotting wooden doors scattered the walls as the sound of dripping water landing from the ceiling echoed through the chamber. It was dark, the light from Legends lantern at the front of the group sending shadows dancing across the walls as the flame inside licked and danced.

Drip Drip Drip

“Well? Anything?” Wind walked over to Legend, sword raised.

“Nothing. It all looks the same. It’s making me uneasy…” The vet’s trained eyes scanned the walls for anything that could be used as a clue. Finding nothing he turned to the group.

“Any suggestions?”

“Unfortunately, my only suggestion is to find a map.” Time looked around, the shadows of the group stretching up the walls as legend put the lantern down on the floor. Increasing its brightness as he tapped a leg with his finger.

“You are ever so helpful, Old man.” The vet chided pointing a finger towards the hero in question.

A small set of laughter erupted, but it soon died down again. The atmosphere weighing heavy on them. It was almost oppressive in its nature.

The darkness encroaching, smothering them.

The sound of breaths caught Sky’s attention.

They were long, laboured breaths, coming from somewhere. It sounded off against one of the walls. Pulling out the Master sword she shone with a bright light.

“What about you sky? Any…” The question was cut off. As eight pairs of eyes watched as the chosen slowly inched his way to one of the pillars.

“Sky?”

The mixed hues of blue and orange filled the room. As he approached the dark corner. He couldn’t see round it but the laboured breaths got louder as he approached.

He could feel his heart beating in his chest

Thud thud thud

He turned the corner waving the sword in front of him. At first, he saw nothing. And almost turned away. Must be the shadows playing tricks on him.

Until a large bandaged hand grabbed him.

He felt the constricting grip on whatever it was that had grabbed him encase his throat and close off his airways. He struggled to breathe. He kicked and flailed as a strangled scream escaped his lips. The master sword clattering to the ground.

Yells erupted form somewhere behind him as swords were raised and a battle started.

Someone shouted “PO.” What ever that was. He had more pressing matters.

Piercing red eyes grabbed his attention, a flash of light burnt into his body. An icy feeling encased his veins as his arms and legs dropped lifelessly.

He couldn’t move. His limbs wouldn’t obey his mind's commands.

So he hung, lifelessly to all those around him. Staring into beady red eyes that swirled with a black mist.

Black blooded… Great.

The monster grabbed his face. Allowing him to see as it pulled him into itself. Encasing the paralysed hero in its arms.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. It gripped and dug into it as his vision flashed. Where there was Ice now there was fire as pain burned through him. He saw flashes of something. It was nothing at first. Simply a trick. Then as the pain got worse and the fire spread his vision flashed white and red.

He could hear a bell. The chimes of the watchers…

They were coming for him.

Suddenly he felt himself fall to the ground with a loud thud. Fire rushed past his face and burned into the creature that had grabbed him. Sending it to ash around him.

He felt hands on his shoulders as someone tapped his face.

“sky… Sky?” Royal blue fluttered into his vision as warriors knelt down in front of him.

“Sky buddy, hey come back, whatever you saw wasn’t real.” Legend knelt beside the captain, waving a hand in front of his eyes as the captain inspected something on his shoulder.

“The redead was real!” Wind yelled.

“Not helping! Someone give me a potion!” Warriors held out a hand expectantly and someone dropped a potion into it.

“You’ll need this. Drink up.”  

The potion was poured down his throat slowly and he finally felt his body able to move once again. He sat upright properly. Blinking away the remnants of the white dots in his vision.

“Next time. Tell me about the horrifying monsters before one grabs me.” He said as he was offered a hand up.

“Sorry, Sky. I thought everyone knew about them.” Legend sounded genuinely apologetic, shrugging his shoulders as he looked for his lantern, abandoned on the floor several feet from where he had originally put it down.

“Guys! One of the Po’s opened up a passageway. I think it’s a way forward!” Wild yelled from one of the corners of the room, the dark passage behind the champion only slightly illuminated by the lantern light.

“Wonderful. Let's move guys!”

Legend picked up his lantern and walked forward. Inspecting the doorframe for a moment before stepping through. The others followed. Sky included.

Now holding his sail cloth a little closer to him than before.

[ossifer-bones]

for the angst/fluff prompts: amberfield #74?

no beta we die like rachel amber (don't worry she doesn't die in this)

There’s a surreal moment where Max can’t quite recognise the girl who answers the door. She looks like Rachel, but there’s so many little things that are off. Weight on her shoulders that’s not normally present, dishevelled clothes, the dull appearance of her eyes, her tousled hair. A portrait of unhappiness.

“Rachel?”

Her features soften as her eyes focus on Max, though her smile still doesn’t light up her face like it usually does, and she greets her with a small voice. “Hey.”

Max deliberates, unsure of what to do next. She wants to ask how Rachel is, why she looks so worn, whether there’s anything she could do to help. But she knows how Rachel is. How she’d sooner push people away than risk being seen like this. Giving her the opportunity to deflect, to respond with a simple ‘I’m fine’, would be a mistake.

“Can I come in?” She asks.

It feels strange being so direct, being the one to knock and the one to ask to be invited in. The initiator instead of the observer. It’s a side of herself Rachel always coaxes out, usually with kind words or her infectious impulsiveness, yet what summons it now is Max’s own concern.

Rachel eyes Max curiously, her smile briefly tarnished by the passing shadow of a frown. There’s an uncomfortable beat where Max doesn’t know quite what to think, whether she’s crossed a line or if there’s something else going on that she’s unaware of. The early days with Rachel were always like that, full of anxious uncertainty and giddy energy in equal measure, but now the feeling is disquieting. What was once a given now feels alien.

“Yeah?” Rachel says, the smile back on her face. “Of course you can. When have I ever asked your permission before barging in before?”

Max laughs as she walks in the door, recalling every time Rachel took an unlocked door as an invitation. It may have bothered her if Rachel hadn’t always timed her visits conveniently, and the fact she usually heralded them with a text that’d hint at her later appearance. The first couple of times it definitely caught her off guard. But, with time, they settled into a rhythm they’re both comfortable with.

She sits herself on the chair by Rachel’s desk as Rachel herself takes the bed, crossing her legs underneath her and placing her chin on her palm and framing herself in the fading evening light just so. It’d make for a great picture, but Max knows this isn’t the time to be carrying her camera.

“So. What’s up, Max?”

“I was gonna ask you the same time.”

“Hm.” Rachel raises her eyebrows and grins sardonically, her mouth twisting as if she can taste something bitter. “I really look that bad, huh?”

Max bites the inside of her cheek, not knowing what to say, and Rachel clearly notices. She dismisses Max with a wave of her hand.

“God, you’re sweet.” Her grin returns. It’s a bit brighter this time, yet brittle. “Don’t worry, rhetorical question. It’s why I’m holed up in my room.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and Max notices that her earring isn’t there. “You’re the first person I’ve seen today.”

The earring Chloe made for her.

“Kinda glad about that too,” Rachel continues. “You’re, you know, the only person who gets the… situation.”

Hazel eyes fall away from Max as Rachel speaks, her gaze landing on some point on the floor. It’s painful to see her this despondent. The constant sense of motion Max knows her by is nowhere to be seen.

She pushes around the block in her throat and finally speaks the words that’ve been on her mind since she knocked on Rachel’s door. “You two still aren’t talking, are you?”

Rachel nods, staring into the distance. She glances up at Max again and looks at her for a beat, silent, eyes darting around her face, before finally speaking again. “Can you come here a sec? I’m not gonna be able to do this properly while you’re sat there.”

She stretches her legs out and lies back on the bed, half of her body gracelessly hanging off it, falling in such a way that there’s enough room at her side for Max herself to fit. She pats the vacant space. Her invitation hangs in the air as Max chews on her lip, wondering where this is going.

After some hesitation, she gets up and obliges Rachel’s request. It’s a bit cramped, but she manages to position herself in such a way that she can lounge comfortably next to Rachel. They both stare at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity.

The proximity is nice. They’re not skin to skin, but they’re about half the way there, and it’s strangely comfortable. Just the two of them, quietly resting together as they wait for the other to speak. Max listens to the gentle sound of Rachel’s breathing and the beat of her heart picks up in anticipation every time she hears it halting or wavering, simultaneously desperate for the lull in conversation to be over and wishing this moment could stretch on for a bit longer.

“She, Chloe, she told me that—uh, that she needs space. Before we can be friends again. Which, you know, that’s fair. I can accept that.” Rachel pauses and lets out a lengthy sigh. “But there’s this shitty part of me that just doesn’t think that’s fair and wants her to explode and just get all the shit out in the open like how it always used to go when we argued, like ripping the band-aid off? Like, I know how she is, I know that there’s probably so much she hasn’t told me—“

Max’s jaw tightens as she thinks about all the talks her and Chloe have had over the last few days. All the ways Rachel hurt her, and how she thinks she hurt Rachel, and the maelstrom of feelings in her mind both good and bad. She’s in a weird place, being friends with them both at a time like this, when they’re not talking, because it means she gets to hear the way they talk about each other when they’re not together. Everything is so messy.

“—but I also know that her not doing that, her distancing and not losing it on me, that’s a good thing. For us both. It means she gets to think about what she wants to say and I have time to think about what she’s already said to me so far.” Rachel’s breathless voice tapers off into a strained sound toward the end. She huffs, a sound halfway between a bitter laugh and a quiet sob, before drawing in a shaky breath. “And I just, I fucking freaked earlier because I realised how scared I am that this is gonna be how I lose her. Because we’ve never done this, we’ve always just fucking lost it and said so much hurtful shit and then made up about it afterwards, and it’s also making me question how I managed to get us to the point where us having screaming matches instead of just talking is somehow okay. Because it’s not.”

Max shifts, uncomfortable, not knowing how to proceed. She doesn’t want to act like Rachel hasn’t done anything wrong… But she also doesn’t want to hear Rachel beat herself up any more. No fresh words come to her mind and she doubts that she’d be able to talk around the anxiety choking her even if she did have something to say, so instead she falls back on using Rachel’s own language: touch.

She blindly feels for Rachel’s hand and when she finds it, she holds it tightly in her own. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Rachel glance at her. She hopes the weak smile she spies on Rachel’s face before she looks away again isn’t just a trick of the light. Her hand is warm in Max’s. When she lightly squeezes it, Rachel squeezes back.

It’s then that Rachel speaks again, voice low and steadier than before. “Am I a bad person?”

“No,” Max replies. She feels more sure about that than anything else she’s said tonight. As she rubs her thumb over Rachel’s hand, she focuses on the texture of her skin instead of the chaos in her own mind as she tries to think of the right words to say. “No one is perfect. We all fuck up, sometimes, but that doesn’t make us bad people.”

Another squeeze. “But we both know I hurt her. And she’s still hurting now.”

“If you were a bad person you wouldn’t be so upset about that.”

Rachel hums. “…I guess.”

“I know.”

“Do you think we can move past this? I, I know we’re not gonna get back to how things were before. But…” She clears her throat, sniffling a bit. “I don’t care. I just, I don’t want to lose her.”

Max thinks about everything Chloe’s said: all those words full of pain, bitterness, and love. Everything she’s said about Rachel has had something strong behind it, whether it be positive or negative. She knows that Chloe’s not the type to just give up on people. The fact they’re friends now, even after her five year stint in Seattle, is proof of that.

“I think it’ll take time. More time than you’re used to,” Max says. She turns to look at Rachel. “But you two will. Neither of you are going to give up on each other. Chloe doesn’t hate you, she’s just… really pissed. Hurting.”

Rachel sighs as she rolls onto her side to look at Max. Her eyes are red-rimmed and glistening. Max can see the twin wet tracks left by her tears. When she smiles it’s like all that vanishes for a fleeting moment, and the sight warms Max’s heart. “I hope you’re right.”

They lie like that for a while, looking at each other, before Rachel reaches across Max—without letting go of her hand—and grabs her phone to check the time. “It’s seven.”

Max blinks. “Right, um, I should get back to my room.“

“Can you sleep here tonight?” Rachel asks. She adds, “If you want to, I mean.”

It’s seeing Rachel like she is now, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks lightly flushed, and sounding so uncharacteristically uncertain that makes Max pay no heed to the voice in her mind reminding her about the essay she has due tomorrow for Ms. Grant and instead say—

“Yeah. I’d be happy to.”

[7vvch]

Ticci Toby ~headcanons~

Oh boy here we go

Toby has moodswings, really bad ones, and you can't change my mind, one minute he could be happy and as if everything is okay and fine and next he want's to throw his hatchet into someones skull

Despite him having many mental disorders, if you are his friend he will be nice to you and won't hurt you *unless if he is in one of his episodes then run*

While being bullied as a young child he didnt actually had many friends nor people to hang out with, the only one that was there was his sister Lyra, that is why her death got him so sad

Despite bullying he still wanted to go to school, to try to socialize more and try to built friendships *but* his mum wanted him to homeschool and thats the reason he still holds grudges for her since he never got opportunity to socialize with other people, which led him to being socially awkward till this day

Speaking of present he still is treated badly by other proxies though its not that bad as when he was with his "father"

Especially with Masky and Hoodie they tend to get into a lot of fights with Toby which is never ending good for them or poor Toby

He really craves to have normal life yk, own a small house, live in wooded area far from others and maybe even have relationship with someone

Speaking of living, he owns small apartment in not so big city, the apartment is enough for him though he tends to have a lot of mental breakdowns and many stuff end up being broken or thrown to another side of room

He also works as cashier in small store just so he could provide himself for apartment

When he isnt working his proxy job or cashier job he is usually at his apartment and rarely goes out beacuse he is insicure of his looks

He does tend to blend in "normal" people really well though, but he preferes his alone time

My boy really tries to live normal life but its hard when you have entity after you 24/7 yk

He did have few relationships but none of them worked out, they mostly found out that he works for entity and he cant risk no one of founding that fact so you can assume what happend next..

He still sometimes wishes he didn't do that to his father and that maybe none of Slenderman related stuff would happen

Speaking of his family, he doesn't have any contact with any of them, though he visits Lyras grave when he has time to do so

He really tries his best to be normal even though it will not be possible

I also headcanon him to listen to grungy songs in his free time or just so he could get stress out of him for example Blackout days, Time flies by (Come a little closer)...

For example this one: (I love this song :,)"

~Hope you enjoyed my headcanons!~

~Tina~

[adrianbutme]

Y/N Slander

I want to start by saying I'm not here to hate on anyone's writing.

I was watching a Y/N slander compilation and one of the problems that most people had, aside from the characters' personalities being cringe and unrealistic bodies, was the lack of variety. I saw how people were talking about how Y/N always seemed to be a blue eyed blonde, and it gave an idea. What if Y/N had an interaction that went like this:

As I stared at him with my deep blue orbs, he kept glancing at me and quickly looking away. I could tell he liked me by the way he would nervously scoot away from me when I leaned closer to him. He opened his mouth, I was desperately awaiting what his deep baritone would say, and his rich voice came ringing out. "Like, can you stop? We're literally in a public library and I'm just trying to study, but you keep staring at me with you and your creepy eyes like a weirdo." When he finished speaking, I knew he was just put up a bad boy persona, and that was really sweet underneath all that. I knew he was just putting up this barrier to hide his relationship with his father from me. "Is this about your dad?" I said. He got up and left quickly, mentioning something about having a test tomorrow and how both his moms will be worried if doesn't get home soon.

[villain-filled-writing]

Escape plans

Inspiration came from this prompt by the lovely @blueberryscones158 ! I hope you enjoy~

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The Villain panted as they ran across the rooftops of various buildings, their legs feeling like lead and starting to go numb as they continued to run as fast as they could. Even though they’ve only been running for a good minute, they were already feeling immensely tired and their vision was starting to blur at the corners. Who knew jumping from building to building could exert someone so much, so fast.

As they continued to run, their body begged for them to stop and rest, and for a moment Villain couldn’t really remember why they were running in the first place, not until…

“GET BACK HERE!!”

“VILLAIN!!”

“YOU WONT ESCAPE US!”

The voices of their pursuers reminded them why they were running. They were trying to escape their clutches and avoid being sent to a prison cell.

Originally, Villain had already planned an escape route for if the heroes were to appear mid heist, however they failed to acknowledge the fact that the whole hero team would go after them. For some unknown reason, they believed only two of the five members would appear.

Such a foolish thought to believe.

As Villain continues to run, they kept their eyes forward at all times, not once bothering to look back to see how far the hero team was. Right when the villain was preparing to jump to the next rooftop, the leader of the hero team blocked their path by floating up in front of them, arms open in case villain still decided to jump. Villain cursed under their breath as they stopped dead in their track, but only for a brief second before they quickly jumped down and into the alleyway, effectively scaring a few homeless people that were huddled close to an open fire.

Before villain could leave the area, the leader quickly flew down and blocked their only way out. “You’re trapped. Surrender now Villain and we wont hurt you.” Their voice boomed loud in the small space that was the alleyway. The villain swore under their breath again as they watched the rest of the hero team appear around their leader, effectively cornering them.

“And if I… don’t surrender? What then?” Villain asked in between labored breaths, “Will you beat me up until I submit? Or until I pass out and then drag my corpse to the jail yourselves?” They spit the words out angrily, tone laced with venom and nothing else but pure hatred for the heroes standing before them. “We won’t beat you unconscious, but we will fight you until you tire yourself out.” Leader said as they summoned their magic to their hands.

The leader was the first to start their slow approach towards Villain, their team following close behind them afterwards. Villain started to back up before quickly surveying the area around them, trying desperately to find a way out. Their eyes landed on the open fire that was only a small distance away from them and instantly an idea sprang up in their mind. “You can’t fight me, you won’t win.” Villain says as they reach into their pocket, “What makes you so sure?” Leader says as they tensed up, prepared for whatever villain unleashed.

“I mean, how can you fight me when you’re all blind?”

At that moment, Villain quickly pulled out a few slivers of magnesium they had on their person and threw them into the open fire. Almost instantly the magnesium caught on fire and created a large blinding white light. The heroes gasped and quickly tried to cover their eyes but were too late. “Fuck! VILLAIN!!” The leader bellowed angrily as they desperately tried to regain their vision. Unfortunately for Villain, they weren’t spared from the blinding light either and were using the walls of the alleyway to get out and away from the heroes.

Once they had managed to make it back to their lair, they concluded that next time they would prepare an escape plan in case all five heroes decided to go after them again.

They also concluded that they would NEVER carry magnesium on them again, not unless they had a way to avoid the blinding light it created when aflame.

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Wow, I think this is the longest piece I’ve written in awhile! I’m actually really proud of this! I hope you guys like it as much as I do and hopefully I’ll be writing pieces like this more often! Feel free to send me suggestions or tag me in prompts you want to see me expand upon!

[pokege-ne-project]

[Screen reader friendly version of this story can be found here.]

/home $ SFTP 235.234.31.331 -u jeannef

CONNECTING TO 253.254.31.331........... OK

Password: ********

WELCOME BACK jeannef! LAST LOGIN: 5,555 DAYS AGO.

235.234.31.331@jeannef $ how did that still work... right. sorry. please continue.

235.234.31.331@jeannef $ mget *

RETRIEVE ALL FILES AND FOLDERS? (Y/N) : Y

DOWNLOADING............................... OK

235.234.31.331@jeannef $ put C:\Temp\payloader.exe

UPLOADING............ OK

235.234.31.331@jeannef $ remoteAct payloader.exe -wipe -escalate -u ITADMIN -p 'Magikarp1'

--- PAYLOADER ACTIVATED ---

DESTROYING ALL DATA. LOGGING OUT NOW.

/home $

/home $ just like that, then? will you run into any trouble?

/home $ They're still trying to repair the damage from the fire. Mind if you double-check if the copy worked? Like pull up a random file or something. I'll type the first part out, just think of anything familiar.

/home $ alright...

/home $ open files/profiles/archived/jeannef/Documents/notes_1229XXXX.rtf

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jeannef @ 14:16

Thinking about the disappearance of Project #048 again. I hope they're doing okay, wherever they are. Maybe they ended up in the world. Of course, no evidence for this hypothesis.

I sometimes question if what I'm doing is ultimately helpful to anything. I doubt I'm the only one, but it's lonely feeling like this.

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/home $ ah. was thinking of a different file.

/home $ admittedly, i thought this was deleted. careless of me.

/home $ Uh.. by the way, thanks.

/home $ what for?

/home $ With everything so far. Even if I know how this place is structured, I wouldn't get this far without you. I mean it.

/home $ Unrelated, I'm sorry for what happened. To you, I mean.

/home $ no apology needed, you were only a child, after all. maybe this nightmare will end soon enough.

/home $ Here's hoping.

[greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat]

When?

When the wind blows north

And the stars don't shine.

When the sea turns red

And the cats chase the dogs.

When the children teach the elders

To scream and cry and tantrum.

When the moon shines brighter than the sun

And eats dear Sol alive.

Then and only then will I betray you.

Then and only then will I turn my back upon all those who share my pain, my joy, my simple life.

Then and only then will I vote for the fucking Tories

[hemlockgraves]

"I was reminiscing while you were away."

"Oh? What of?"

The mage sighed and slid his hand over and caught the left hand of the retired paladin and twined their fingers together easily. An action that they were both so used to by now that the fair skinned man took to it with ease and gave him a gentle squeeze back. 

"When we used to be young. Of our travels."

[shotgunningtheuniverse]

They find themselves only a few paces from each other. It was bound to happen. George lives on the outskirts, and Dream needs to be out at the outskirts to not get caught. They were bound to see each other, eventually.

Dream stands there, stands hands by his sides. His face screwed into a tight line, determinded not to show any betraying emotions. George looks him over, letting his eyes roam shamelessly.

Dream was also in short a mess. George stares, and stares some more. Dream's skin is covered in wounds. Twisting and knotting scar tissue, bright red marks marring pale skin. His hair is a matted mess, knots finding their home in the stringy strands.

They stare at each other for a few more moments. "Can I brush your hair?" George blurts out. His eyes dart down, not meeting Dream's gaze as his words settle in the air.

"What?" Dream asks, laughing outloud. His laugh is harsh and rough, a noise that very obvious doesn't get used very often anymore. His lungs rattle against his ribs. Bones jutting from his paper thin skin.

Digging his feel in George nods, "you're hair. It's messy. Can I brush it?"

Dream laughs again, it comes out as more of it's proper kettle wheeze this time. It's wholey and entirely Dream. And it may be the most of the old Dream George has seen in forever. He savors it. Taking in the sound that cuts through the all too empty air. "I have nothing else too do," Dream finally answers.

"So, you want to, uh- come with me then?" George shifts back and forth. Making it clear he's ready to leave, but not wanting to seem too pushy.

"Nooooo," Dream says with a sarcastic deadpan,"I have this brush in my back pocket. We can do it here."

With the way Dream moves and gestures as he performs his sarcastic act of pulling an imaginary from his back pocket George can't help but to let out a giggle. Dream bites at his lip, smiling at George's reaction. It almost felt like the old times.

Almost. Pleasent memories of something George wanted, had wanted, so dearly came to mind. Then slipped through his fingers like sand, falling back into the the beach of his mind.

George extends his hand, holding it out to Dream. It's an invintation, an invintation to what neither are really sure. Dream walks across the grassy plane, fitting his hand into George's.

Their hands don't fit togehter like they used to. Neither of them expect them to. It used to be when they slipped their hands together it was all new and intoxicating. They were exploring and their hands fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Made for each other.

Now their hands meet again, one scarred beyond recognision, the other peppered in small cuts from expirementation. They don't fit together like puzzle pieces. They fit together in the way any two hands can. They fit together like the way spring pokes it's head out after winter. New growth and possibility.

Dream and George walk back to George's home. Dream and George. It sounded just as good as it did the first time it was said. They walked, and walked. The silence wasn't painful, but it did create a thick tension. By thick of course, it was kind of a low hanging fog if that makes sense. It made sense to George, who thought all about this. He'd had a lot of time to think.

Walking up the stairs and into George's room Dream takes off his shoes and armour, sitting on George's bed. George takes it as a sign of respect. Taking his brush and comb out from his drawers, George sets it on the bed. Unlacing his boots and taking off his cape.

Sitting behind Dream, George picks up the comb. "So, tell me about something."

"What?" Dream asks as George starts to pick at the first knot.

"Tell me. Something. Anything." George said again, staring intently at this knot in Dream's hair.

Dream thinks about it. What does he want to say. Tell his friend. His past lover. Where does he even start, "I missed you." he says. It's true. He missed George so badly. Missed his whining and complaining. Missed his presence.

"I missed you too. Why'd you leave?" George asked Dream. There was a soft but accepted pain in his voice. "Why did you leave? Why did you leave me?" it asks.

Dream sighs, "I thought I was doing what was best. For everyone. For you." He pauses, considering if he wants to say the next bit, he says it, "for us."

George just keeps working, "was it worth it? Did you do what you wanted to do?"

"I-" Dream struggled. He wanted so badly for it to have payed off. So so badly. But had it? "I- I don't know. I don't think so. But I can't go back, I learned that the hard way. So, I don't think I regret a lot of the things I did. But I think I still regret ten more things for every one thing I don't."

"It happened. You can't go back. I learned that a hard way too." George says, his voice doesn't hold any particular emotion or distinctive tone. He's just, talking. "I don't think what you did was worth it. I think if you'd stayed we could have figured something out."

It hurts Dream to think about it. What it could have been. "But I didn't stay."

"Nope. You didn't." George still speaks in that tone. It doesn't hurt Dream to hear it. George doesn't need to sound emotional for the sentiment to be there.

Slowly but surely as the tangles from Dream's hair come undone, so do stories, regrets and goals from the pair. They share anything they can think of. And Dream and George think, maybe. This is the first step to healing. A little bit of hair brushing and some honesty.

[xanican-exile]

That woman you know, why didn't you take her up on her offer to remove your memories?

What good would that do?

You would not hurt anymore, you could move on.

And pretend like it never happened. Live a lie. That won't get rid of..

Of your mistake?

...Yeah

You can not learn from it if you don't remember, is that it?

Yeah. But its not just that.

Then what is it?

I'm the only one who remembers them Garmr. Letting Dead remove those memories would be like letting them die a second time. They deserve to be there, even when it hurts

... I believe I understand.