#it all started during my sleep too I kept seeing people I don’t wanna see ever again in my dreams and I slept badly

[deityofhearts]

hhhh today is just. such a blah day

[smoshygayness]

Thought I would write something cute and fluffy🫠 dunno if I’m still able to do that 😂 I don’t even know if this have sense, but let’s try. (English it’s not my first language, hope it’s readable)

They were just about to finish recording the angry letter video and Ian was emotionally tired. He had to be composed and not show too much. He didn’t want to go emotional in front of all these people, and above all in front of Anthony because he knew that for him it was a hard time, reading all those things aloud. But that , for Ian, required lots of energy and mental strength.

He was tired of holding himself back. It was destroying his mental state again.

When they were done recording, he and Anthony headed toward Ian’s office. They needed to finish some stuff before going home so they decided to order some dinner since it was already late and they were starving. Ian was all of a sudden really quiet, all of his tension and tiredness was kicking in. He sat on his chair, closing his eyes for a bit, letting out a long breath. He then took his glasses off and his eyes focused on Anthony for a brief moment. He was taking his jacket off, mumbling something Ian didn’t quite catch. He looked genuinely happy and calm. Like he finally had the opportunity to let all his thoughts out. It’s not like they didn’t talk about their feelings after their reunion. Actually they talked a lot. About what was in their mind, about all those years apart from each other, about anything and everything . They promised to talk with each other about everything that comes on their mind. But Ian knew there was something he was intentionally not telling him. Maybe because he was afraid to open up that much. He’s always been afraid of expressing his feelings even though it was his best friend he was talking with. But he promised, so he had to be brave and tell Anthony everything that was on his mind because he didn’t want to ruin their friendship again.

His thoughts were interrupted as he saw Anthony moving closer to his chair.

“Hey man what do you want for dinner? I thought we might order something light for tonight since we have to wake up early tomorrow. I don’t wanna have trouble sleeping.”

Anthony said, looking at Ian while searching something good to eat on his delivery app.

“Mmm okay, I was thinking like a soup or something would be fine?”

Ian wasn’t really interested in the food anymore. He was actually starving when they left the studio, but now all he was thinking about was how to tell Anthony how he was feeling.

Meanwhile anthony was nodding at him, telling him that soup was a good idea and he was trying to choose which soup was better for them. But Ian wasn’t listening. He wasn’t listening when apparently Anthony did ask something to him.

“Are you there? Are you listening to me?”

Anthony’s waving hand in front of his face put him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah sorry I was just thinking. Anyway, that soup sounds great.” Gesturing towards the vegan one.

Anthony stared at Ian for a second, realizing something was up in his best friend’s head.

“Are you okay Ian?”

Ian was caught off guard, he didn’t expect Anthony to notice this quick his mood had change.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his face. He didn’t know where to start but he knew he couldn’t escape from this.

“Anthony I…I know that during the reading of the angry letter I’d never seriously express myself and it was like I was undervaluing what I was reading. But it’s not like this. I wanted you to know that even though I am so bad with emotions, I felt what you wrote on that journal. I was just trying no to break down during the recording. And it was hard not to do that.”

He pause just to see Anthony’s eyes watering. The sight of his friend crying, brought him on the edge and he found himself crying all the tears he wanted to cry that day. He immediately wiped his eyes, trying to calm himself down. With a not so steady voice, he kept with his trail of thoughts.

“I am so sorry for all the shit we’ve been through in the past. We were both so wrecked we didn’t even realize how bad we were hurting ourselves.”

His voice cracked, another tear drew a wet line on his pale skin.

“I know that during those past years I’d never took your feelings into consideration and I feel really bad for that. Because I know now that I was hurting you and I didn’t even realize back then because I was so inconsiderate and stupid. And blind…”

Ian felt Anthony’s hands on his shoulder, gently squeezing him. He didn’t even realized he had moved since now. He turned his head to met Anthony’s gaze and he was still crying, face all red and wet. But even with all those tears, he had a sweet smile on his face. He leaned closer to Ian and hugged him tight from behind. His arms around his neck.

Ian put his hands on Anthony’s, squeezing. He than stood up from his chair, facing Anthony.

“It’s okay”

Anthony softly said, gently wiping Ian’s tears. Ian closed his eyes, leaning in Anthony’s touch. The feeling of Anthony’s warm hand on his face was heartwarming.

“We both fuck up really bad, I fucked up really bad. It’s not your fault, we were both so emotionally unavailable and tired. We grew and learn from our mistakes and that’s the best thing that could have happened to us. And now we’re here. Stronger than before. Changed.”

Ian nodded and without even thinking about it, he found himself hugging Anthony. With all his strength. They stayed like that for what seemed like a lifetime and than they break the hug. They stared at each other smiling like idiots. Ian felt Anthony’s hand caressing his face, pulling back his hair just a little for him to kiss him on the forehead. Ian just melted into his touch, happy to finally be able to be more open with Anthony. It was all new and so good at the same time. It felt like a heavy weight on his chest just disappeared all of a sudden.

It was all he needed.

Anthony was all he needed.

He’s never been happier.

[gurokichi]

hello again, puppy.

i fell asleep yesterday, a fatal mistake. after all, one must be on one’s toes when on the chase. i hope i havent bored you yet.

and aren’t you a curious little pup? let me see what kind of things i could rant about…

have you ever heard of the game monopoly? its a board game where you own properties that people need to pay for if they land on it. its a family favourite! i often get too caught up thinking too much about deal-making and the like, however. luckily it has done well for me, as i often become one of the winners. its fun seeing the downfall of others in a competition. or in general, for that matter.

my dad usually wins though, after all he works as a salesperson, he is built for making deals. my uncle plays with us as well, but he ends up in jail most of the time, poor guy. we played alot during the pandemic.

i suppose that is my rant on family fun time.

what kind of games do you enjoy, pup?

(🎶)

Hello, my melody!! Have you been well? (^O^)／

Don’t worry, you haven’t bored me at all. I was wondering where you went yesterday… I had started to fear I wasn’t replying fast enough, and so you left. I just couldn’t get you off my mind!! I actually kept checking my notifications, hoping that you had responded. I’m glad to hear that you were just sleeping, though. Rest is very important, and you should be getting plenty of it!! My melody ought to take care of themselves.

Ah, I hope you didn’t mind me using them for you… it just now dawned on me that I have no idea what pronouns you prefer to go by. Oops, I totally should have asked earlier!! What would you prefer I refer to you with?

I’m a very curious pup, ehehe! I wanna know everything about you that I possibly can. Aughh, so frustrating to only have whatever you say to me on anon to go off of… I wish I had something to search through!! I wanna find out just who exactly my melody is. It’s like a fun game! …That is so creepy, but I can’t help it. Ahah, I hope that doesn’t offput you. You did say you wanted my obsession, so if you don’t like it, then you only have yourself to blame for this outcome. You’re always free to leave if it does unsettle you, of course, but I’d be very sad to see you go!! (>︿<｡)

I have heard of Monopoly! It’s a bit too confusing for me, though. Bleh. I just can’t seem to understand how to play. I’m glad that you and your family have fun with it!! Having a strategy is always a good idea, especially if it’s one that’s helped you win often. Why switch things up if it works?? No point in doing that. Ah, the competitiveness of tabletop games.. always fun to be the winner and cause everyone else trouble while you’re at it!!

Hmm, your dad does seem like a tough opponent considering his experience, but you can always learn from him by observing! If you notice a pattern in things he does that usually works out in his favor, you could try and combine that strategy with your own and see how that works out for you.

What a delightful read! Very interesting to hear about what’s going on in your life, and I’m happy to hear that you have fun hanging out with your family! Do you play games with them often?

In general, I usually prefer video games to any tabletop games… ahaha. Sorry if that wasn’t the answer you wanted!! ^^;

Current favorites of mine are Minecraft, Persona 5 Royal, and Danganronpa! I’m sure that last one is a bit obvious considering my blog theme, though. Do you enjoy video games?

[polarisbibliotheque]

Writing Advice - Answering an Ask part 1

Hey everyone!! I recently got a super cute, beautiful and heartwarming ask requesting writing advices/how to beat writers block.

I wrote the answer on a doc and it has 3 pages, so I'm gonna be posting it in different parts - do forgive and AMAZING ANON WHO ASKED ME I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, IT'S PART OF YOUR ANSWER xD

Seriously, I've been sitting on this answer for a week now thinking how I'm gonna make it shorter >.<

So, without further ado, for the first part of the answer, I wanna tell a little bit about my writing journey - how I got from "not writing at all" to where I am now.

Because people think that you have a gift and words just flow like ambrosia in the cups of the gods - but I've actually started writing some pretty cringe stuff when I was 10 years old to get to a more poetic sort-of writing during my 29s currently.

THEREFORE, a little bit on how I got from cringy to still cringy but sometimes good writing ;)

I started by telling made-up stories to my sister when she couldn’t sleep and to my cousins during sleepovers because, I don’t know, they seemed to like my stupid little stories when I was 7 years old – or even younger. Sometimes I wrote some things, sometimes I didn't. But I was telling stories!

When I was 13, I discovered the magic world of fanfiction, and I wrote and published a HORRID thing on a fanfic website in my country, based on the band McFly that me and my sister adored back then (the gods have graced me with the power of deleting it and I thank immensely to that).

It was the first time I wrote AND published something to an audience outside of my friends/family.

After that, I kept on writing, and I moved to creating my own stories. When I was 14, I wrote a fanfic with the same band, but really the main theme was that I was an archeologist living in Egypt who researched on Atlantis and ended up finding the lost city. Somehow, I was allowed to climb the pyramids as well - because, you know, I ADORE Tomb Raider, and if Lara Croft could do it, so could I.

Told ya there would be some pretty cringy stuff in here, huh? xD

When I turned 15, I was bullied non-stop at school and so creating stories became my way to escape reality and have some fun with the people I wanted to meet in my life. I started carrying a notebook everywhere with me – it was my writing notebook. I had so many stories, and I never finished any of them (and good heavens, they are THE MOST cringy stuff, I’m glad they will NEVER see the light of day).

But I use the writing notebook thing to this day - whenever I'm travelling and internet isn't granted, I have somewhere to write.

I finished my FIRST novel when I was 16!! I was SO HAPPY about it!! It took me a year and a half writing it: a young adult book, kinda like Twilight (it was THE thing back then), with a secret society based on Arthurian Legend because I was a sucker for everything King Arthur (still am).

I can’t BEAR to read the first page of it nowadays, because c’mon. It was 15-year-old depressive me being bitter about everything and post-Twilight frenzy. The universe and worldbuilding has one HELL of a potential, but oh LORDS, it IS painful to read. I was a teen after all… But I finished a novel! If I haven’t done it, I wouldn’t be writing the way I’m writing today!

When I got into Law School, things got a little slow. I couldn't focus too much on writing and my social life improved a lot. I started tweaking my Arthurian story, but nothing too defined - I kept on writing lots of WIPs, though.

Around my 20’s, while I was close to graduating Law School, I started writing again… Supernatural fanfiction. With the SOLE PURPOSE of self-indulging, because I couldn’t find A SINGLE fanfiction that I could self-insert and love Dean Winchester while kicking some demon ass (sorry, I couldn’t resist the Nico inside me).

That led me to writing a 4-part Supernatural fanfiction that, honestly, for the next 6 years, it was the thing that made my heart soar while I was slaving away at a job I hated.

While I was overworking my ass off, I started writing (brace yourselves...) BTS fanfiction. I got into the band and some people from the website I wrote my Supernatural fanfic embraced me and kinda put me in the group and into the BTS world.

I was on the path of a burnout, so that became my escape - the girls from the website were so nice and we had many MANY writing projects of short stories. Throughout the years, I think I wrote around 25 or 30 stories, 40 pages max, to publish on this website and just have fun.

It started nice, but as time went by and I started moving out of the rom-com clichés (which are nice, don't get me wrong, we all love 'em) and became more existential and philosophic with a lot of metaphorical things while writing - and people stopped reading my work. I started to think I was bad, no one wanted to read because I lacked quality in my writing, or just my stories weren't so appealing as I thought. So I lost my will to write and slowly went back to my personal original stories.

When I hit 25 years old, I got fired and had a full burnout. I got really sick and my life literally stopped for the last 5 years - it has been hard, but that gave me time to sit back on my computer and recover ALL the books and stories I never finished writing.

I am NOT joking, I just counted all of them, and I have 65 DIFFERENT unfinished stories sitting on my Word folder right now on my computer. I also have a txt file I keep some “ideas that might be interesting to work on” and those have around 12 different full ideas of stories I might never write as well.

Upon hitting 27, I went back to writing niche fanfiction I didn't think anyone would want to read, so I published it here. I thought no one would want to read Devil May Cry fanfiction written by a woman who clearly worries more about the internal turmoil of characters rather than if what I'm writing is cute/rom-com like.

I opted for a more adult approach - given Dante and Vergil are adult men with lots of traumas, and I thought "hey, I don't have to write teenage things anymore, I can actually write how two adults would have difficult conversations and relationships in this fucked up world of ours" and that made a HUGE difference to my writing.

and once again thank the gods I found my people who like to read this sort of stuff :)

For quite a while, I was worried if what I was writing was consumable - you know, if the romance was that kind of tacky romantic thing to sweep you of your feet with perfect characters who don't exist, if people only have good times and are always laughing and having fun, if people enjoy touching each other 24/7 and being romantic and all that sugar coated stuff, if what I'm writing is politically correct, if it hasn't any subjects that are triggering or "wrong" in any sort of capacity... And that stiffed me. I lost my will to write and I stopped enjoying it, because I couldn't get my ideas out anymore.

Being quite honest, I'm not a person who had an easy, beautiful life. I had many things happen to me that made me understand Vergil on a soul level (and I think that's why I'm so comfortable writing him, as much as I hate that man), because I'm wary of people and my trust issues make me keep everyone at bay. I can only put my feelings safely out on my writing and my music, and I wasn't being able to.

So I tossed everything out of the window and started writing unhinged stuff. And oh, that made me feel SO good! I always smile a lot when re-reading my Cyberpunk-style story and a character called Abby tattoos on the ass of a corporate man that he is hers bitch, and when a "fallen angel" from my vampiric story smiles creepily and tells everyone she's got the most unhinged vampire on a leash and tells him to just kill everyone in the room for sheer revenge.

Not the best, politically correct stuff. Very wrong, by the way. But I had so much fun writing them, and it has so much character building behind these actions, it makes me feel nice :)

Out of all the 65 WIPs on my computer, I have around 5 that I think are really worth it for a full novel and so. They are:

My Arthurian Legend based novels. I outlined a series, I made character sheets, I planned and planned and planned... Since I'm 15, I've been thinking about it. Someday, who knows, this story will see the light of day.

My Cyberpunk-style novel. Halfway through it and every time I go "oh this is too heavy, I can't write this" I just toss the thought out of the window and go for it. Quite unhinged, very existential and grim, everyone is depressed and traumatized, but I love it :)

The Angel-Vampire stuff. Or, as I call it sometimes, the trip of an angel-like being going through the 7 deadly sins until finally falling for good, all aided by the most unhinged vampire in town. It's more like a villain origin story than anything else.

The Tea Shop thing. Oh, this one has been on my mind since 2018 and only now I've found some plot I like for it. Creation (yes, humanized form of creation) runs a tea shop and everything is fine until a woman enters and she has no Universe inside her eyes - and that is something to be afraid of. Doesn't make sense? Oh, yes, indeed. I'm going crazy with the concepts on this one, thanks to Neil Gaiman and The Sandman.

The rockstar guardian angel one. That's it. It's literally what the premise says: a woman has a dead rockstar as a guardian angel - and they couldn't be more opposite of each other. It doesn't help she's investigating his death and can talk to ghosts.

And my original vampire story, which I just call Nathan and Kathleen. I started this one when I was 16 or 17, so the writing is VERY cringy. I had just seen The Witcher 2 gameplay and, by then, I had never seen anything like it. As it's expected, I'm re-writing the 150 pages of unfinished work I already have.

Will this stop me from writing the other WIPs whenever I want to? Nah. I’ll keep on writing. Even if they are bad or horribly cringy.

Why am I blabbering about ALL this???

Because the most important stuff you can do is write.

You see, I didn't start out writing the way I do today - and I have so many stories, with so many pages, that I like so much, but I read it nowadays and I see I need to re-work them. And that's how you evolve! That's how you get better! By refining your abilities!

This is something I learned with the rockstars I love so much. None of them started out by playing perfectly - most of them had to sit down, listen and learn their instruments on their own. They got a LOT of things wrong to start getting something very simple right. And the more they play, the more they train, the more they refine, the better they become.

The same goes to writing - so, keep on writing! Everything you can, as much as you can, don’t feel bad about starting something new and never finishing another one, and don’t feel like you need to put out a masterpiece every time you sit to write.

Sometimes you just need to… Write.

[the-himawari]

A3! Troupe Event Translation - Sunny Blanc (7/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Hisoka: *Yaaaawn*… (I’m sleepy… I didn’t sleep well last night either… I feel like I’m going to fall asleep during my shift at Journey…)

Chikage: —Oi.

Hisoka: ?

*pulls over*

*car passes*

Chikage: Watch where you’re going, will you? You’ll get hit by a car if you walk in the middle of the road like that.

Hisoka: …I was lost in thought.

Chikage: Thoughts? You?

Hisoka: …Something smells good.

Chikage: That’s from these. I came across the cream puff shop Citron mentioned he wanted to try out while I was out, so I purchased some as a gift.

Hisoka: …A gift? You?

Chikage: Don’t laugh.

Hisoka: I wanna have some too.

Chikage: Well there’s none for you.

Hisoka: (This sweet aroma… that reminds me…)

*flashback starts*

Hisoka: (I’m starving… Which trash can should I scavenge through today…)

*bumps*

Boy: !!

Hisoka: —.

Boy: Tch. Get out of my way!

Hisoka: ?

Shopkeeper: I finally found you! So you’re the one who stole my stuff!

Hisoka: Eh…?

Shopkeeper: Don’t play dumb! My goods! This incense—you must’ve been the one who swiped it!

Hisoka: Incense? Ah… a boy earlier, he…

Shopkeeper: I’m gonna make sure you never get up to no-good ever again!

Hisoka: It wasn’t me… it wasn’t…

Shopkeeper: Shut up! You’ve got the evidence right there, don’tcha!

Hisoka: —.

*runs away*

Shopkeeper: Ah, stop!

Hisoka: (It’s no use… he’s not going to believe me no matter what I say…)

Shopkeeper: Hold it right there!

???: Over here.

Hisoka: !?

???: Shh, keep quiet.

Hisoka: …

Shopkeeper: Damn it! Where’d he go! You’ll pay if you show your face here again, got that!

???: …The coast is clear.

Hisoka: *Sigh*…

???: What a disaster it was to be framed, hm?

Hisoka: …How did you know?

???: I happened to witness everything earlier.

Hisoka: Thank you… ?

???: What’s wrong?

Hisoka: …I smell something good.

???: Ahh, that must be these muffins. My family asked me to buy some for him.

Hisoka: …

???: …Very well. I’ll give one to you.

Hisoka: …Are you sure?

???: He’ll definitely complain about why I didn’t give you any if I explain this to him later.

Hisoka: Thank you…

???: Bye now.

*walks away*

Hisoka: (I see, there are such nice people out there too… I hope we can meet again…)

*flashback ends*

Hisoka: …

Chikage: What’s wrong?

Hisoka: Urgh…

Chikage: OI—!

-pause-

Hisoka: Ngh…

Izumi: Ah, are you awake? Thank goodness.

Homare: I shall inform the others.

Izumi: Please do.

Hisoka: …?

Izumi: How are you feeling?

Hisoka: I’m okay…

Izumi: You bumped into Chikage on the way to Journey and then you passed out. Do you remember?

Hisoka: Yeah… I also remember Chikage carried me here.

Izumi: Make sure to thank him later, alright?

Hisoka: …I got it.

Tsumugi: Are you alright, Hisoka-kun?

Tasuku: His complexion doesn’t look too bad now.

Azuma: I brought some water.

Hisoka: Thanks…

Guy: There is no need to force yourself to come to the bar.

Hisoka: …Sorry for taking another day off.

Guy: Perish the thought. We did not have many customers today, so I decided to close up temporarily.

Azuma: You should take your time and rest.

Hisoka: …Okay. (All of them are worried about me… These warm, ordinary days—I really don’t want to forget them…) These days, I’ve been going through a tough time remembering all sorts of different things all of a sudden… Like memories of August, and memories of my childhood… I felt guilty for forgetting, and I was shocked that I had forgotten things that I swore I would remember for the rest of my life back when they happened. I recalled the times I spent alone, before I met August… Memories of awful moments I wish were left forgotten, and memories of kind-hearted people I should’ve kept with me… I started feeling afraid, like what should I do if the memories I have with everyone faded away without me even realizing it, just like that? I don’t want that… I don’t want to forget my memories with all of you… I used to think that it would be alright as long as you guys remembered for me. But the truth is, I don’t want to forget anything anymore…

Homare: Hisoka-kun is surprisingly sentimental, isn’t he?

Tasuku: …Yeah.

Azuma: Perhaps that’s just how much he cares about us.

Tsumugi: Thinking you don’t want to forget isn’t strange at all. Nobody wants to forget their precious memories, or for others to forget them either.

Guy: Everyone feels the same way.

Hisoka: …Right.

Tsumugi: Say, Hisoka-kun. If you don’t mind, won’t you come to Flower Park with me next time? The peonies are in bloom. Or I guess, for you, I should call them paeonia?

Hisoka: Peonies…

Tsumugi: However, it might trigger some memories to resurface that you wanted to forget… So we can go once your feelings have settled down.

Hisoka: …I’ll go. I have a feeling now is the time to go.

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[billyhargrovestits]

Reach Out and Touch Faith - Prologue

+Not Yet Rated +M/M +Henry Creel | One | Vecna / Jason Carver +Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives: This includes Jason, cause I wanna torture him >3c

Note: My first contribution to this fandom and it’s…..this. Listen man idk I just like it.

Read on a03

It took a year before the voice started up. Peaking ever-slightly past the constant stream of music in his room and raising all the hair on his arms from the soft “Hello…” that came from nowhere in particular. At the time he didn’t dwell too long on it. After all, it wasn’t the first time he had thought he heard a voice inside the lonely room. He had heard Chrissy’s voice before; yelling at him to stop as he tackled her new beau - the Freak - through glass. He had heard his voice before too; laughter on the wind that he desperately wished to be mocking in tone - but was more joyous than anything else. As if something incredible happened in one of the Freak’s game sessions.

No. Not the Freak. Munson. Eddie Munson. He had to get used to referring to him “as a person”, according to his doctor. The same doctor that insisted on the constant music. The one that said that occasionally hearing things is normal during the transition to a new environment.

So Jason tried not to think too much about the voice that didn’t seem to belong to anyone he knew and continued on with his new existence at Pennhurst. Locked in on the grounds of being too dangerous to himself and society and with the good Reverend footing the bills to keep him out of sight and out of mind. After all - the trouble he brought wrecked havoc on the family name.

A few years passed like this before he finally gave in and talked back. It was on a particularly cold night when he heard the voice clearer than ever before. The music of the day having been shut off for the evening and he had been struggling with the silence. Having not gotten a wink of sleep in the hours since curfew and just tossing and turning in his bed.

“Hello.”

It shook him to his core for a moment, how clear it was. Allowing a couple seconds of silence before he let out a big sigh. Throwing the blanket off of himself and looking around the obviously empty room he had called home.

“Hello?” He called back. Voice gravel from lack of use and so loud inside the space.

“Ah, so he does talk back.”

Jason was startled - more than startled - at that. Not expecting the voice to be…intelligent? Sentient? Whatever he was expecting it was not for a full conversation to be taking place with something he couldn’t see with his own two eyes. The voices are just noises that he had heard and kept in his subconscious after all.

Fuck - he really was going crazy.

“Don’t look so startled, I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Then what are you here for?”

Silence. Complete and maddening silence returned for the rest of the night. Leaving him with his own thoughts until the sun rose and the orderlies came to wake people up and start up the music.

It plagued him for days before he brought it up. Trusting and hoping that the doctor would listen to him. Which - to be fair - he absolutely did. Tossing more medications into his daily cocktail in hopes that it would help his head and get him back onto track.

It didn’t help.

Only a handful of weeks passed before he heard the voice again. Completely crystal clear - like the medications he was on didn’t have any effect at all.

“You’ve been sleeping more.”

Jason put his head in his hands.

“Go away….”

There was a few moments where it was just him and the music.

“Is it the medicine?”

The blond man slumped backwards into his bed. Blinking wearily at the cross on the wall across from him and wondering if he bashed his head hard enough against it, if it would cave his skull in.

“I think it’s the meds…yeah…”

Why the fuck was he talking back again?

“Then stop taking it.”

He actually laughed out loud at that. Closing his eyes for a moment to let out the foreign sound and - for a moment - he thought of Hawkins. Of Chrissy. Of Patrick. Of things that once made him smile and laugh so long ago before everything literally became hell on earth. Before his entire world went upside down and he ruined his entire life.

“They watch us. Check us to make sure we swallowed.”

“You hide it between your gums and cheek. Practice with some small, balled up pieces of paper.”

Jason’s fit of laughter died down. Leaving only the music as sound once again.

“Why should I listen?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Who even are you?”

The music became the only source of noise. Grating on Jason’s ears as he waited more than just a couple of beats for any sort of response. It wasn’t until he laid down in his bed and covered himself - blocking himself from the judging eyes on the cross - that he heard a response. Sounding as if it was right beside him. Right outside of the comfort of his blanket cocoon.

“Henry.”

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 22.8.24

Dream 1: I was walking in my home city and I was with a group of people and we passed by a McDonald's. Then a few minutes later when we'd already turned the corner, one girl said, Oh I wanted to order something from there. I said, Don't you worry there's another one coming up, you can always trust that there'll be another McDonalds a short distance away. Sure enough, we could see one maybe 100m away. It felt like maybe these girls weren't from here and I was showing them around or something.

Dream 2: I was in Vietnam on holiday with a group of people. I knew I was going to be there for 10 days. I had looked forward to it and I knew I would look really tan by the time I got home. I haven't had any sun in ages. We all slept on a huge mattress which was on the ground that pretty much covered the entire floor of the room. During my sleep I was letting out so much gas, it was wild (LMAO sorry). I kinda figured everyone was asleep and hadn't heard me. When I woke up in the morning I felt embarrassed thinking how that was a pretty bold assumption to make just because everyone was silent at the time. I kinda knew they were asleep though, I could sense it and no one was acting any differently toward like disgusted or anything. Or maybe they had head and just didn't care. I just let it go. Then everyone woke up and we laid there awhile and lounged. SM was there. We were wondering what we would do today and looking up different things to do on our phones. SM and I gravitated toward each other, inching closer and closer. I felt him and he felt me. There was a strong energy of longing.

I was playing music on my phone. There was one song I played which was a love song and each time a corny lyric came on I seemed to hear it extra loud, like it’s all I could hear and I became hyper aware of it. I think he did too (this has happened irl with the work radio). Other songs were played and I kept changing it which he seemed amused by. I felt like the apple of his eye. He was watching me with such love and admiration and I felt like I was the most beautiful girl in the world when I was just being silly, lying there in my pyjamas. I just had on an oversized t-shirt and when I got up to move closer, I think my backside showed but there was no feeling of being objectified at all.

I kept thinking that we were in Ha Noi but I felt strange about it in the back of my mind, like why would I be here? If I was in Vietnam, I should be somewhere in the South where my parents are from. I would type in Ho Chi Minh city in google and then backspace because I started realising I might actually be in Ha Noi.

Then we got up because we decided on some rough plans for the day. There was some other guy there who I knew liked me and was trying to pursue me. He said, So you wanna get high? I'll get you some. I didn’t know how he was going to get a connect in a foreign country but he seemed confident. I was a bit hesitant. I said, Well I dunno because it makes me dumb for like 3 days afterward. I was tossing up whether it was worth it or not. He said it affects him like that too for 3 days also. He said, Come on you don’t get back home till next week. He was right, I would have heaps of time to recover. I ended up agreeing because why don’t I let loose a little and live? I'm on holiday after all. I said ok but I’ll just do a few puffs. I didn't want to go crazy with it. I knew that this guy would look after me while I was here and even though he wasn’t my type.

We left the house as a group and my intern was there and I could hear him telling us about some odd way to wash dishes here in his home. I guess we were all here because he was hosting and irl he is from somewhere in Ha Noi (like a nearby country town) so I guess I was in the north after all. He said that here, we just leave the dirty dishes outside and in time it gets clean. I think he meant it undergoes some kind of process to do with the elements. I thought it was kinda intriguing, this way of doing things I’d never heard of before. I felt kinda glad I was here but not ecstatic or anything.

[kaatu-sirukki]

dont read this anyone

what am I doing

Hijikata was once again on patrol duty, not that he minded much he would rather be doing something then nothing at home. He let out a yawn. It was close to midnight in Edo and he kept driving slow, eyeing any people that raised suspicion. Tonight was uneventful and mundane maybe due to the fact that it was a weekday. The bars were empty and only one or two people walked the roads. Through the side of his eye he sees a figure walking outside a bar, head in hand and stumbling. The light was dull and he couldn’t see properly who it was but all he could make out was curly hair.

“Hey where are you going” Hijikata calls out. He doesn’t get a response from the man.


“Hey, do you want me to arrest you for nuisance, stop walking away” Hijikata calls out one more time.

“Shut upppppppp” the man says. Hijikata pulls the vehicle to the shoulder to where the man is and rolls down his window.

“Oi Toshi…. whatcha doing here huh?” The man who finally he identifies is Yorozuya Gintoki smirks.

“Its not what you think it is perm head, I’m just on patrol and racking up all the drunk people to put them in lockup” Hijikata replies, hand automatically grabbing the fabric collar of Gintoki’s yukata. The two share a bantering relationship and despise each other. Hijikata always sees the latter as a slacker and bum while Gintoki sees him as stuck up and annoying. Hijikata let go of Gintoki’s yukata dispelling his anger, he doesn’t have the energy to deal with this maniac especially drunk.

“Yoruzuya get in, I’ll drop you off at home” Hijikata offers.


“Ehhh? What if I don’t wanna” Gintoki jokes around while placing himself in the passenger seat of the Shinsengumi vehicle.

“If you don’t want to then I’ll have to take you to jail and can only be let out tomorrow” he warns.

Gintoki slouches into the chair staring outside at the pole light. “You’re on patrol right? Take me with you. The house is too quiet Kagura and Shinpachi is out with Otae-san,” he says.

Usually he wouldn’t just let anyone tag along on a patrol, he’s a police man after all. But arguing with this state of Gintoki seems unreasonable. He could just kick him out of the car and let him rot on the sidewalk, but something in his eyes today makes him look vulnerable. Sure, he’s talking to him without respect, even referring himself to Toshi and not Hijikata-san, but it feels like more of a facade than normal. Gintoki’s eyes are still zoned out, looking into the void and not looking at Hijikata, or anything with due respect. Hijikata drums his hands on the wheel thinking of a choice.

“Fine, but I still have an hour, and if you ever throw up in my car during this time I will put you in jail” he lays out the ground rules.

“After the hour can I stay with you?” he says quietly. Hijikata raises his voice to say no once again, but he shuts up and lets out a hum. Does he pity him? He couldn’t tell. He lacks any empathy when it comes to whatever Yoruzuya is doing, even going to lengths to try to arrest Gintoki in the means of a Joui terrorist. But seeing the man disassociating and drunk churns his stomach.

He sees Gintoki let a small smile through the corner of his eye and he starts the car once again. The ride is silent while Gintoki slowly falling in and out of sleep and Hijikata continues to keep for the lookout. Through the ride Hijikata steals glances at the man next to him. The car reeks of the smell of alcohol and cigarettes that Hijikata smoked. The hour was close to finishing and he pings Yamazaki to take over the next part of the shift. He drives slowly to the Shinsengumi quarters almost feeling bad that if he went any faster it would wake up the now snoring Gintoki from his slumber. He pulls into the lot and rests his head on the back of the car seat. How did he find himself in this predicament. An hour ago he was driving alone and passing the night but now he has to bring a drunk enemy back to his apartment. He debates on leaving him in the car but he’s scared the man would just die on him or even more make a mess of the car by throwing up in it.

“Oi let’s go” he presses Gintoki’s arm. The man felt warm heating up his icy cold hands. Gintoki jolts in fear, eyes scanning his surrounding.

“You’re sober already?” Hijikata asks.

“Toshi don’t scare me like that. Also why are we at the Shinsengumi, I thought you were taking me back to your place. You even promised” he whines. Well Hijikata knows now that he’s still drunk even more drunk that it’s making him lose the last few percentages of his intellect.

“You fucking dumbass I live here” Hijikata spits. He hears a small ‘Oh’ from the other as they both get outside the car. Gintoki wraps his arm around Hijikatas shoulders partly for support. Hijikata opens the door to both of them and Gintoki nearly falls side the dorm room. The room was small with only a futon, television, small kitchenette, and bathroom. The room lacked any color and pictures. It looked more dull than Hijikata himself.

“Here’s a pair of clothes, go shower and change, I’ll get your bed ready” Hijikata says. He almost has to shove Gintoki into the bathroom like a child refusing to clean themselves. Hijikata sits down and lets out a huge sigh once again. Tonight’s gonna be a pain in the ass for him, and he has to wake up in a few hours to get ready for the morning assembly, which means he needs Yoruzuya out an hour early atleast to hide any suspicions that may arise.

“TOSHIII” he hears a scream. Hijikata scrambles to the bathroom, scared that the idiot accidentally fell on his ass or something.

“What do you want” he asks.

“Towel.” Gintoki says. He’s so drunk he’s unaware that he’s standing full glory penis out infront of Hijikata the the shower curtains pushed to the side. Hijikata eyes accidentally look down and feels his face flush. He immediately turns around, grabs a towel from the closet next to the bathroom and throws it behind him. It’s not like Hijikata has seen other men naked. When there’s missions that require the Shinsengumi to stake outside he’s had the displeasure to see the members naked all showering in lakes or communal bathrooms. But this once again feels different. Gintoki’s acting so hostile towards him, as if all these days their quarrels never existed. The man felt too relaxed, even for Gintoki’s standards of relaxed. A couple minutes later he sees Gintoki step outside the bathroom, hair damp from the shower and eyes tired. He looked young and naive in the grey yukata. He looks like a different person.

Has he ever looked this pretty, Hijikata wonders. “You look like you want to fuck me Toshi” Gintoki giggles as a pillow is chucked at his face by the other man.

“Your bed is made you’re free to sleep whenever, I’m going to shower. Just letting you know that I need you out early tomorrow so If you don’t wake up I will kill you” the man threatens.

“Yeah yeah whatever” Gintoki says as he lays down. Hijikata takes a small shower and changes into his pajamas. He steps outside to the hall where he sees the man asleep. The hair falls infront of his eyes and his lips are slightly open.

He looks pretty. Has he ever looked this pretty. He slowly slides himself into the futon a two feet away from Gintoki. It’s a small room and there’s only one ceiling fan that has a short radius. Gintoki felt different all night, usually he’s more irrational and fiesty but he’s more compliant today. He didn’t even try to fight Hijikata for seeing him naked even though it wasn’t his fault when thinking about it in retrospect. Hijikata has the urge to run his fingers through Gintoki’s hair and face. It felt different. There was butterflies. He kept staring at the small details on his face, like how there’s small grooves from previous battles or how lips are chapped and dry. He would think he’s a fool if this was love he’s never truly loved someone since Mistuba-san. But with all his actions today there’s a level of infatuation and care that he didn’t even know existed especially towards this stupid fucker. Hijikata doesn’t feel himself falling into sleep but soon his world turns dark.

——— 5 hours later ———

Hijikata is awaken by his alarm. It’s currently 6:00am and the Shinsengumi’s daily meeting doesn’t start till 8:00am. This leaves him enough time to either kill and bury Yoruzuya or bring him home.

“Tell that thing to shut UP” he hears Gintoki whine. Looks like he’s sobered up with his usual lazy delivery of dialogue. Gintoki slowly opens his eyes, looking around his surroundings, a fear slowly creeping up his stomach that he might have slept with a random person and landed into their house. It’s not uncommon for Gintoki to do this, sometimes he hits it off well with a girl he meets at a bar and takes her back to his place or goes to hers. But usually by now he would have been yelled at to leave by the company. He looks to his side and sees a tall figure standing up with black hair.

“….Hijikata-kun?” Gintoki says slowly. Whatever remaining high he had from last night’s drinks just magically disappeared.

“I don’t have time to talk, don’t fall asleep on me again, I’m going to go shower and after you are going home” Hijikata states.

“Oi oi you don’t have to. I-I’ll just go-“ Gintoki stutters.

“-And what, get caught by Sougu or Kondo-san? I don’t think so. I’ll take you back, just wait” Hijikata says.

Gintoki sits in silence for the next twenty mins. He can’t recall how he got himself into this confusion. The last thing he remembers was pulling next to a car and smelling cigarettes. Ah. The pieces start to click inside his head. He feels his neck and other body parts, trying to find any indications of sex between him and the Demon Vice Chief but it looks like for now they are clean. But why would he bring him home, if anything he would expect Hijikata to just leave him in an alleyway to die. Hijikata walks outside the bathroom changed into his work attire. He signals for Gintoki to use the bathroom next as he starts to make breakfast.

Gintoki stands in the shower taking in the cold water trying to make sense of everything that happened. He hears Hijikata yell at him to come quicker and that he’s running late. He clothes himself and steps out to the smell of freshly cooked eggs and toast. He’s never been served breakfast after sleeping over at someones place, he’s usually out by now but here he is being attended to and cared for.

“Are you gonna stare at me? You’re hungover, eat something or just commit seppuku here” Hijikata retorts. Gintoki grabs the plate and chows down on the food. Hijikata isn’t a bad cook by any means but as a human he has atrocious tastebuds. His plate is filled with a bottle of mayonnaise which makes Gintoki gag whenever he steals a glance. The two men finish their breakfast and Hijikata steps out first, checking to see if anyone is nearby. He signals Gintoki to silently walk to the car as he starts it.

“Oi Hijikata. What happened last night” Gintoki asks.

“Don’t worry about it”

“Did we have sex?” Gintoki breaks the ice immediately. Hijikata’s eyes shoot up at him in embarrassment and fear.

“NO WE DIDN’T” Hijikata hisses quietly. The red on his face coming back again. He hears Gintoki laughing and it pisses him off even more.

“So something happened then…”

“Nothing happened.”

“Fine.”

The two drive back in silence. Every once in a while Gintoki looks over to see Hijikata’s face. Hes still pink from the embarrassment and from that feeling of Gintoki looking at him. Gintoki’s always known Hijikata was pretty. Hes even said it to him before, calling him pretty boy whenever they drink. But right now was different they weren’t drunk or anything. Hijikata pulls in front of the Snack Otose building waiting for Gintoki to leave in silence and for him to forget whatever happened last night. He grips the steering wheel tight, not looking the latter’s face.

“Oi Toshi.” Gintoki says. Hijikatas’s face immediately turns left ready to correct him for calling him Toshi when hes pulled into for a kiss. The kiss is brief and Hijikata stands still. Gintoki doesn’t force his lips open the kiss is just a small one of the lips. The red faded on Hijikata’s face shot up again.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR” he squeaks as Gintoki’s hand is on the car door.

“A thank you.”

“THATS NOT HOW YOU THANK PEOPLE” Hijikata is nearly yelling at this point.

“Oh so Vice Chief didn’t like that huh. Wonder why his body is reacting likewise” Gintoki teased. Gintoki brings the mans face close again and he scans his eyes on his features. He hovers his lips ontop of the other’s.

“If you don’t want this then I’ll stop” Gintoki whispers as he prays internally that Hijikata won’t punch him for just being kissed. To his surprise Hijikata kisses him back, more forceful and lustful. This time its longer and messier. What felt like hours of kissing was just only a minute until he hears the walkie of Yamazaki asking where he was.

“Guess thats my queue to go” Gintoki exits the car.

“OI WHATS THE MEANING OF THIS” Hijikata yells as he sees Gintoki walking away from the car. Gintoki waves him off as he disappears into the building. Hijikata is left in dismay.

Just a day ago he was trying to find ways to arrest his rival Yoruzuya Sakata Gintoki but now hes seen left breathless by the man. He starts the car and drives back to the station, still recovering from the shock of the last several minuets. He can’t tell if he likes Yoruzuya or if thats just a vulnerable part of him. He found himself eyeing the man last night and even kissing him back. He hates everything about him, but does he hate Him. By this tike Hijikata has smoked atleast ten cigarettes already, leaving barely any gap before smoking the next one. The stick between his mouth is the only thing keeping him sane or else he would have started running laps around the Shinsengumi building.

“Vice chief good morning” he hears a squadron member say as he waves them a good morning.

“Oi Hijikata you look sick. Is all that mayonnaise finally killing you” he hears Sougo retort. If it was a normal Hijikata day he would have tried to fight Sougo atleast once for these remarks but today his brain cant even register the insult.

[diaryofageminivenus]

13 - secret pt.1

y'all I have a secret to spill... I slept with my boy best friend y'all... I know you aren't supposed to sleep with your boy best friend but I truly couldn't help myself. let's talk about D, this isn't related to his name but I really don't wanna reveal all the details about him because I should be keeping this to myself. me and D have known each other for a minute, but this year we just started talking to each other more often. we started seeing each other and during that we would kiss and get food together. we have talked about wanting to take things further, but we both wanted to be in a certain place in our life before we just decided to actually get into a serious relationship. I believe that all of that went out the window within a matter of three days.

we recently went out of the country on a vacation, I had a small inkling in my mind that something might happen, but I didn't take that seriously at all. the thought of us having sex was there but was I taking it seriously? absolutely not

let’s fast forward to the first day we had sex, that day we had went out before & decided to tour the city. we did a number of things, we went to the mall, aquarium & ended the adventures with a meal by the water. with the meal by the water, we had two 32oz mason jar margaritas which were strong asf. after the meal we headed back to the hotel, at this point I was tipsy & just running my mouth. he seemed tired & chill but once we got into the room he was flapping him gums at 65mph. when we got into the room we decided to play a drinking game because we had a bottle in the freezer. the game was basically to guess a word the other person was thinking & if you got it wrong you would drink (stupid game I know, buuuuuut it’s a sure way to get people drunk). after about 5-7 shots, we were talking about the activities we had planned for tomorrow. one of the activities was us swimming, he mentioned that he needed to twist his hair so that he doesn’t have to do too much. I told him i’ll twist it and started walking over to him, I started playing with his hair and moving it out his face. he was like “damn man, my hair tie is by the bed”, so I put his hair in a ponytail with my hand & started guiding him to the bed.

we sat on the bed then i layed back and kinda pulled him back so I can twist his hair. while i’m twisting his hair he starts playing with my skirt (i’m wearing a maxi skirt), we’re just talking the whole time and then we kinda start a little fun banter & i end up getting in his face. after like a few seconds, he pulls my face down & starts kissing me. we kissed like that for a minute then he flipped over, im laying on my back & he’s on top of me just kissing me, then he starts moving his fingers up my thigh and starts fingering me. I really couldn’t believe this was happening honestly, but we were in this position for a good minute then I start pulling him closer to me. he started tugging at my skirt, so I took it off for him. he started taking off his shorts and then started teasing my coochie. he then put it in and I remember thinking “is this fr? i’m dreaming right??!?!?!??!?”, but no, this was real life lmaooo. he starts off slow and we’re just kissing, I pushed him up so I could take his shirt off, then he starts taking mine off. after that he positions my legs so they’re on top of my head, idk if he took that out his book or my book since we exchanged sex stories in the past. i’m telling him that this is his pussy, take his time, all that jazz. this man comes close to my face & calls me “good girl” then pulls me in for a kiss and starts going faster. why did I end up squirting all over him? I pushed him off and said i’m sorry, his response was “don’t apologize” I almost wanted to tell him to nut in me.

y’all let me tell yall a secret, once I squirt I just become a water fountain. I just keep on going & get more sensitive as we keep going. anyways, after that I flipped him over & started riding him, but I kept stopping and telling him I was trying. as I kept riding him he was telling me “i’m with you baby” and that was just motivating me keep riding. I was going slow then moved his hands up my hips to guide me and he started bringing me all the way up and all the way down. I reach down and start pacing myself by putting my hand around his dick and following him (if that makes sense). as I keep going, I end up getting up and squirting again. we did this for like 7-10 minutes and the bed just ends up soaking wet. we then get up and I start kissing him and apologizing, he keeps telling me it’s okay. I start guiding him to the couch & continue to ride him until I squirt again. after a few minutes, we did missionary on the couch and i ended up yelping because he had my legs up and was going fast & deep. the couch was soooooooo wet omg, I wasn’t expecting that much from him or me.

after that I end up bending over and we do backshots for a second. at first I was taking control and throwing it back slowly. hearing his moans really had me wet, I started going fast then all of a sudden he just takes control and starts going slower. he then switches it up and starts pushing my head down, slapping my ass, and going fast until i push him off and squirt. I then put it back in and he starts going fast again, he pulls me up and starts moaning in my ear then pulling me in for a kiss. of course I squirted after that. then we took a break cause I really felt like I needed to pee, then I came back & started kissing him then I pulled back & spit on his dick. I bent down after that and started giving him head after that. at first it was one hand, then no hands, then this man grabbed my neck and started fucking my throat. I pull back and start sucking his balls while stroking his dick, I tell him that I want him to nut on my face. he then said “I wanna paint your face”, so I go back to sucking his dick. then i told him lay down and started giving him head, we were looking in each others eyes, he was calling me a good girl, guiding me. unfortunately, he didn’t nut until we were don’t when I started stroking his dick in the bed 💀. this was part one to a two/ three part story ( still deciding) & im sorry if this feels rushed, but it was because I really wanna tell yall about the last time.

[kayadrake123]

Love in the Dark Tim Drake x gender neutral!reader

This is my first fanfic so don’t judge me! :) Here’s some Tim Drake angst cause honestly I don’t think I see enough of it. I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback, I’d love to hear from you guys if you liked it. ………………………………………………………………………………..

It’s been like this for months. You approach Tim about how concerning his lack of sleep is, he tells you not to worry, you get mad at him for telling you that, which then angers him. 

The arguments never last long because he always has to leave for patrol. He tells you that you’re being irrational, and you respond by telling him how stupid and reckless he’s being. You end up being the one to apologise, afraid that if something bad happens on patrol you could never forgive yourself for the harsh things you said to him before he left. 

‘It’s okay’ he always tells you and plants a kiss on your head. Before he leaves out your window though, he promises he’ll be better. He promises when he gets back he’ll go straight to bed. He promises you’ll never lose him. 

All promises he never keeps. 

You’ve seen him like this before, back when he found out Kon was alive and everyone thought Bruce was dead. His family and friends thought he was completely insane to think otherwise and they were concerned for his well-being. Dick basically fired him from being Robin and gave the title away to Damian. It got so bad that he started to block everyone out; his family, his friends and even you. 

Tim changed. It was like that dark side that he kept inside of him for so long finally came out. He didn’t want to see you, told you that you meant nothing to him and stopped all contact with you completely. 

It was a rough time during your relationship. It was clear that he still loved you, but he didn’t allow himself to feel those things for you. He didn’t allow himself to relax and be happy. 

Slowly Tim is going back to that space again. He barely remembers to feed himself or shower. You always have to remind him. He’s more snappy than usual and has been shying away from your touches. 

It worries you how cold he’s becoming. All the harsh words, cold shoulders and the distance he’s been putting between you two, although he always apologises, are starting to hurt too much. You needed to say something soon before it turns into something worse. 

“Hey,” 

Tim turns to look at you from his spot on the edge of the roof, his domino mask hanging on his hip. He didn’t expect you to be awake so late, but considering you also used to glide across buildings with a mask at night yourself, these early hours aren’t so out of character for you. 

You’re dressed in your pyjamas, long pants but a short top. It’s obvious you’re cold, with your hands rubbing up and down your arms, but he makes no move to offer you something to warm you up. He keeps his distance. 

“Hey,” he softly says back to you, before turning back to watch the cars and people on the streets. 

“Are you going to come inside soon?” You inquire. It comes out as a laugh but he catches the seriousness of your words. You’re worried, he can tell. “It’s kinda cold out here, bird boy.”

He smiles a little at your nickname for him, but it disappears just as quick as it came. You didn’t just come here to tell him how cold it is. From what he saw in your stance, you’re anxious about telling him something. 

“I’ll be fine,” he answers curtly. “What’s up? You wanna talk about something?” Tim has always been one to get to the point, especially when he can tell someone is stalling. He’s a man of business, and right now you’re distracting him from that same business. 

“Yeah…” you breath out. Your chest feels heavy, and you’re pretty sure your hands are shaking. For some reason this conversation scares you, and it’s making it difficult for words to even exit your mouth. “Are you okay?”

Tim pauses. Definitely not the question he was expecting from you. 

He nods his head slightly, his back still facing you. You walk closer to him, your bare feet touch the cold floor of your apartment building’s roof. You don’t get too close though. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him. 

“Do I not seem okay?” He ignores your the question. He turns to look at you with narrowed eyes. 

Your breath hitches at the intensity of his eyes. You feel frozen under his harsh gaze, but you push yourself to speak again, “No. You don’t seem okay.”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you and waits for you to continue, which you do. 

“You had a nightmare a few weeks ago, the same one you’ve been having for weeks. You woke up screaming…” You close your eyes at the memory. “You always wake up screaming. But that morning, like every other morning after a nightmare, you acted like nothing happened and got mad at me for bringing it up,” 

You see him roll his shoulders a bit, an uncomfortable look passes over his face for a split second, but he quickly goes back to narrowing his eyes at you. No words leave his mouth. 

“I don’t mind it cause you’re allowed to stop someone from speaking to you about something you obviously don’t want to speak about,” you shrug like it’s no big deal, but you feel tears building up in your eyes. “But then you started pulling away from me when I tried to hold you. And when you do let me touch you, it feels different. You feel far away. Your kisses don’t feel the same anymore, neither do your words. Whenever you go out, you leave me feeling like I’ve done something wrong…” you’re crying now. Each word harder to get out than the last. 

Tim is looking at you differently now. His forehead is creased and he has a frown on his lips. He’s turned his attention to you completely, his previous work forgotten. 

During your speech he moved closer to you, now he’s only standing a little away from you. He doesn’t touch you though because he knows when you get like this you like space to explain what you’re feeling. 

“You’re so angry these days. I thought it was the lack of sleep but…” you breath in deeply and look down to your feet. For a while none of you say anything. Tim still doesn’t touch you, aware that you’re not done talking. He just waits. You move your hand to wipe away stray tears from your face, a sniffle following the action. You look back up at him, seeming to have composed yourself. “I’m worried about you Tim.” 

Finally he speaks, “You don’t have to be,” his voice is low and gentle. “I told you not to worry about it babe.” 

You stare at him. You blink. Once. Twice. 

“Are you kidding me?” He’s starting again. Acting like everything he’s been doing lately is normal, or that it’s not a big deal. He’s trying to get you to drop it, trying to comfort you. But this isn’t about you and you have to make him see that. “Tim. Seriously, are you fucking kidding me right now?” 

“What?” He’s confused. 

“I just told you how weird you’ve been acting and that I’m worried about you, and you’re response to that is for me ‘not to worry about it’ ? Do you not hear yourself?”

“Well cause I don’t want you to worry! Okay? I’m fine.” He’s yelling now, which only makes your eye twitch. 

“No you’re not. You just don’t want to talk about it-“

“So what if I don’t?” He’s gotten closer to your face now. The dark circles under his eyes are so evident and shows just how tired he truly is. Your face softens slightly at the sight. “You just said it’s okay for someone to stop someone else from talking about things that upset them. Why are you being so pushy about it now, huh?” 

You scoff. “I’m not being pushy, I’m being concerned.”

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. “No Y/N, you’re being pushy. Like you always are.”

You feel like you’ve just been shot in the heart. 

Tim is looking at you with so much annoyance and anger in his eyes that it scares you. He’s never looked at you like this before, usually a look like this is directed at some low-life scum who just attempted to stab a helpless civilian in an alley. But still, there’s something different about the look he’s giving you right now. The longer you look, you see that there’s something deeper than anger in his gaze, something darker. Something very similar to hate. 

Timothy Jackson Drake is looking at you like you’re the worst thing he’s ever seen. He’s looking at you like he hates you. 

He’s never looked at anyone like this before, not even Damian at the beginning of their relationship when he swore he hated the kid. He never looked at him like that because it wasn’t true, he didn’t hate Damian. And he told you that he loved you a few hours ago, so why is he looking at you like he actually hates you now?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask him slowly, honestly too afraid of his answer.

Tim speaks again. 

“It means that you always make people feel like they have to tell you what they’re feeling. Like they don’t even have a choice,” his words are still laced with anger and annoyance. 

Your eyes are beginning to sting again, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to burst into tears soon. “I’m trying to help you-“ 

“I don’t need you to help me!” He screams in your face. Tim turns around and grips his hands into his dark hair, a sound close to a growl leaving his mouth. He walks away from you, feeling like he’s about to explode from feeling so many emotions all at once. He turns back to you and removes his hands from his hair, “I can’t be with someone who criticises my every move.”

What the fuck is he saying?

“And I can’t be with someone who makes me feel shit for trying.” You stare deep into his eyes when you say it. You want him to know that’s how you honestly feel. 

Tim freezes. His faces softens from his previous scowl, like he’s just been knocked out of some trance and is only now realising what is happening.

 He doesn’t say anything because he truly doesn’t know what to say. 

“You’re allowed to not tell me things cause you don’t want to,” you start. “Same way I’m allowed to get upset about you keeping things from me for so long.” 

Tim gulps. 

“It’s been months, Tim. I’ve been talking to you about the same thing for months, and each time you’ve reacted exactly like you did just now, except you never told me how I make you feel when I ask you about it.”

You feel a tear fall onto you cheek. 

“I came up here because I wanted to sort this…” you gesture between you and Tim. “Out. But honestly Tim, I think you’ve told me exactly what I needed to hear,”

His eyes widen. “Y/N…”

“I think we need space.” It’s a statement. You leave no room for Tim to argue. “You need to figure out exactly what you’re going through, and I…” you pause, not really knowing what you need. “I just can’t be around you when you’re like this Tim.” 

A sob leaves your mouth and Tim moves closer to you again. “Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this. I…I love you,” he moves to touch your arm, but you flinch away. “Y/N…”

“I can’t do this, Tim.” You say it firmly. It takes everything in you not to give in at the hurt look on his face. His dark circles look a lot worse with his face like this. “I love you too, but I can’t.” 

Neither of you say anything else. 

You move towards the door you first came through when you came up here to talk to him, and all Tim does is watch you walk away. Before you walk through the door though you turn to look at him one last time. 

“I’m going to bed. I think you should find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” And with that, you’re gone. 

Tim doesn’t move his eyes from the door you just walked through. His mind is still trying to comprehend the fact that you just broke up with him, and it all happened in the span of less than 10 minutes. 

After a while he feels something wet slip down his cheek and realises he must be crying. Tim is hit with the realisation that he’s hasn’t cried in a very long time and the feeling almost feels foreign to him. He hasn’t felt much for the past few months, except anger and numbness. He’s been too busy patrolling and working on cases instead of laying in bed with you and actually engaging in conversation. And now he can’t even change it because you just broke up with him. 

“Red Robin.” 

He doesn’t respond. 

“Red Robin, do you read?” 

Batman. 

Tim sighs and moves his hand to his ear. “This is Red Robin,” he responds, his voice shallow and void of emotion.

Bruce picks up on it. 

“Everything okay? Are you injured?” 

“No.” He never specifies which question he’s answering. “What do you need?” 

“Car chase downtown.” Bruce tells him. Tim hums in acknowledgment. “Oracle will send through the coordinates now.”

“Copy that.” 

Tim sneaks one last glance at the door before slipping on his mask and jumping over the edge of the building, allowing his work to distract him from his feelings and reality once again. 

[amourology]

AFTERGLOW — levi ackerman

ʚ ɞ pairings: levi ackerman x strong!reader (you’re able to lift levi, just go with it—strong soldier over here, people).

ʚ ɞ synopsis: aftercare with tired, clingy and adorably needy sub!levi.

ʚ ɞ author’s note: this is purely self-indulgent. i just want to cradle his face in the palms of my hands and tell him everything’s alright :( just wanna take care of him and give him a kiss on the nose :(

ʚ ɞ warnings: light descriptions of sex, i use the word cock maybe once—it’s basically non-sugarcoated fluff, implied dom!reader, implied sub!levi, reader dotes heavily on levi bc he deserves it. oh, and—let’s pretend they have sinks & running water in paradis for a sec, okay?

ʚ ɞ word count: 2.8k. 

Levi Ackerman has always been pretty, always been so beautiful. With his pretty, plump and oh-so-kissable lips, and his pretty, silky-smooth dark hair, and his pretty, button-like nose—nevermind forgetting his pretty, blue-grey eyes carrying the winter season within them.

Yes—he’s always been utterly gorgeous. Still, you’d make quite a strong case arguing that him during the day wasn’t even close to him at his most beautiful. For he was prettiest whenever he laid in front of you like this.

On your shared duvet, with his head thrown back and his ink-black eyelashes fluttering while his chest heaved up, down, and up again. With his fingers twitching at his side, and with a few of his bangs sticking to his sweat-decorated forehead. With his legs opened, and his abdomen sticky with the mess he made of himself. And with one of his arms outstretched, hands grabbing around nothing as he beckons you to come closer.

“You did so good, Levi,” you coe at him. Abiding by his request, you adjust your position on the bed and crawl up towards him. When at his face, you delicately brush your fingers across his forehead—pushing aside the fallen strands of hair. “So good for me. Always so good.”

Your stomach flutters upon seeing him lean into your touch, relishing the words of praise as he always does. As if he has to make due with what you were willing to give him today, never knowing when he’ll earn them again. As if you won’t shower him in it whenever he so wishes.

“Thank you,” he croaks out. His head rests in-between the soft, whiite pillow beneath him and the even softer skin of your hand. “Felt really good.”

“Yeah?”

He nods against your hand, placing one of his own over your wrist to keep it in place. “Yeah,” he whispers. His voice gives out soon after; still a bit shrill after granting you all those pretty sounds.

“Hey.” You hum softly, bringing your face close to his. You nudge his nose with yours, withholding a smile. Levi scrunches his nose up after you place a kiss on it—a sight so adorable it made you wonder how people could ever fear him. “Want me to clean you up first? Or should I get something for you to drink?”

A tired sigh passes his lips; an indication he’ll sleep twice as well as he normally would in a night. “Clean,” he decides, because of course he does.

The predictable answer makes you chuckle. “Alright,” you say. You pretend not to notice the offended frown on his forehead as soon as you take your hand back. “I’ll be quick.”

You really are intending to hurry, knowing he doesn’t like to be alone for too long after such acts. And so, you rise from the bed—frowning when you don’t make it quite as far as you’d hoped. You turn back around, looking down at Levi who now holds a grip on your wrist. He pulls you back towards him.

“You okay?”

He looks up at you, cheeks still slightly damp from the tears he’d shed for you today; tears he allowed to flow after you kept bringing him to that edge over and over again, pushing him over it so many times until it started to hurt—until he couldn’t decide if he wanted you to stop or give him more, more and more. As always, he’d chosen for more. Only stopping when you’d milked him dry.

“Kiss,” he demands. “Gimme a kiss first.”

Your eyes soften. “Oh,” you breathe. No, you truly didn’t get why his subordinates were so scared of him. You smile, and start leaning down. “Come here, then.”

Levi hums contentedly when your lips finally engulf his. One of his hands reaches for the back of your head, keeping you in place for just a little bit longer—for just a second more of this feeling.

You chuckle against his lips, and one of your hands finds his cheek. “I’ll be back soon, Levi.” You tell him, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb.

His love-filled eyes wander around your face; first at your brows, then at the tip of your nose, then your lips, even your cheeks, until they finally find home within your eyes. “You promise?” He asks, voice no louder than a mumble.

You cup his jaw. “I promise,” you say, kissing his forehead.

He closes his eyes while you shower him with affection, enjoying it while it lasts, and sighing when you pull back. Knowing you have to leave eventually, Levi settles back down on the duvet. His eyes fall shut rather quickly, and for a short second it looks like he’s fallen asleep—though, you knew he was wide awake. He always waits for you to hold him before drifting off.

However—he seems quite tired, which means you’ll have to hurry. Quickly, you walk into his bathroom. You gather a washcloth and rinse it underneath some lukewarm water, walking back out and into the bedroom shortly after.

The bed shifts beside Levi, and he hazily opens one of his eyes to look. Once fully confirming it’s you, he closes it again. A soft groan escapes him, relishing in the way you so, so carefully and with such heavy affection, start cleaning him up.

Levi sighs quietly while you go to work, wiping all residue of his release away from his stomach, his thighs—he squirms a bit as you get closer to his cock, which makes you smile. He’s always so sensitive, so keen to your touch. Surely, it’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

Once you’re sure you’ve cleaned it all, you pull back. “There,” you mumble. One of your fingers starts delicately trailing upwards alongside his thigh.

Levi shakes his head. “M still dirty,” he says; you briefly wonder how much those words pained him to say.

You hum in acknowledgement, still focused on trailing your hand up his body. It goes along his stomach, making out the shape of his abs. He shivers underneath your touch.

“You want me to run you a bath?” You offer.

His eyes are fully open when your finger makes it up to his face, his line of sight fully locks on you while you start tracing the features on him.

“Please,” he says. His breath hitches in his throat as you glide your thumb over his bottom lip. “Would you?”

“You’re not too tired?” You ask, your index finger now finding its way towards the bridge of his nose. “‘Cause I’d hate to run a bath, only to drain it again right after.”

Levi frowns. “That was one time,” he grumbles. His nose scrunches up again after you lightly tap the tip. “”S hardly fair to hold it against me.”

“One time too many,” you muse. A smile settles on your face upon seeing his puffed out bottom lip, his eyebrow still pulled down into that frown and a slightly annoyed look in his eye. “I’m joking, love. I’ll go and get it ready for you.”

Again, he stops you from leaving. “Stop forgetting my kiss,” he complains. His fingers reach for yours and he pulls you towards him.

“I’d argue I’ve been kissing you all over tonight,” you mumble against his lips. You add another peck to them.

“‘S not enough,” he answers. This time, he allows the kiss to linger for a bit longer. When he pulls back, he looks you in the eye. “It’s never enough.”

“Well, aren’t you a little greedy thing, hm?” You hum, a slight smirk taking over your lips as you notice the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheek change in colour. “Suppose it’s a good thing I can never get enough of kissing you, then.”

“Yes,” he whispers, his peppermint-scented breath hitting your face. “I suppose it is.”

Levi sighs and lets you kiss his forehead again. The next time you stand up to run his bath, you’re met with less of a protest.

You gather the stuff you know he likes; making sure the water is absolutely scalding hot and smells of lavender and honey. When you deem it good enough, you go to get him. The sight you’re met with is enough to tilt your head to the side in amusement.

“Levi.”

He hums. “Just a minute.”

You’ve heard that one before.

The sheets crinkle underneath Levi’s figure, courtesy of you shifting him around on top of them. Once your arms are securely wrapped beneath him, you take a deep breath and lift him off the bed.

Never before were you so grateful for the ruthless training he puts you and the others through on the daily—if it allows you to carry him around in your arms like that, you’re quite confident you’d more than willingly participate in them. Perhaps even twice a day, if this would be your reward.

You stop walking once you make it to the tub. “Careful,” you say. “I’m gonna put you in, okay? It’s gonna be quite warm.”

He doesn’t move in your grasp. A mere “Okay.” Is all you get back.

Very carefully, afraid you might hurt him if you went too fast, you place him down into the newly-filled bathtub. Levi lets out a soft moan at the warmth surrounding him, allowing his arms to rest alongside the edges of the tub.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

The sudden vulnerability in his voice catches you off-guard, but you’re thankful for it nonetheless—forever grateful he trusts you enough to show it to you.

“Of course,” you answer. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”

Once again you turn around to leave, now planning on quickly changing the stained sheets in the other room. Knowing Levi, he doesn’t like sleeping on them after the both of you made such a mess on them.

“You.” He calls out quickly, this time succeeding in grabbing your hand instead of your wrist. He looks down at them, and intertwins his fingers with yours. “You, too.”

His voice sounds so perfect; such a balanced mix between scratchy, whiny and pleading. You cup his chin, cherishing the way he looks up at you. The liking towards his sound reminds you of the soreness he must feel.

“Here, drink something first.” You say, using one of the glasses next to the sink to gather some water for him.

Levi accepts the glass, fingers curling around it while he quickly brings it to his lips. Before you realise, he gulps it all down—then he hands it back to you.

“It’s fine,” he says. “My voice is fine.”

“Okay,” you said, slightly amused at his eagerness. You nod towards the space behind him. “Scoot over.”

He does as he’s told. You briefly take your eyes off him to place the now-empty glass back on the sink. Soon after, you take your place behind him. The water feels unbelievably hot on your skin and it takes you a few seconds to get used to. Once you do, you nudge Levi’s body backwards.

You adjust him in-between your legs, and he lets you. The biggest sigh of relief passes his lips while he lays his head to rest on your chest, eyes closing as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. A featherlight kiss gets pressed to the side of your throat. Trying to fight off your smile at the gesture seems to be futile.

Your fingers dance along the skin of his arms, the toned muscle and faded scars feeling rough beneath them. Slowly but surely you fall into a pattern, drawing soft circles on his bare skin. Your other hand cups the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his dark locks.

The both of you sit like that for a while. Only when you realise he’s well and truly falling asleep this time—in your hold—do you nudge him awake.

“Levi.”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna wash your hair, okay? We’ve gotta get out and go to bed.”

Levi nods. It does take him a while, but he’s very well aware that he’ll have to sit up if you want to wash his hair—and so, he eventually succeeds in doing so. After a couple minutes, of course.

“There you go,” you mumble proudly.

As soon as he’s properly seated, you reach for the shampoo next to you. You slather your hands with it, rubbing your palms together to let it emulsify before you nestle your hands in his hair.

He tilts his head backwards, letting out a satisfied groan here-and-there whenever you scratch a particularly nice spot. Your fingers comb through the locks, massaging certain spots a bit longer whenever he lets out a slightly louder sound at the specific placement.

“There.” You say once you’re done.

Your arms wrap around him, one of your arms around his waist while the other crosses along his chest and with your hand resting on his collarbone. You pull him in closer and press a kiss to his shoulder blade, and then one to the back of his neck.

“Is it okay if you wash yourself off?” You ask, letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “I’ve got to change the sheets.”

Levi hums in agreement. Another kiss gets pressed to his cheek, and you immediately miss his warmth as soon as you stand up and hoist yourself out of the bathtub. You reach for a towel, tightly wrapping it around your body.

Just as you were to leave—you stop, and turn towards him. Crouching down, you cup his chin upwards to make him look at you. Then, you kiss him on the lips.

Levi huffs once you pull back. “You learn.”

“Seems like I do,” you answer, smiling. “I’ll get started on the bed, okay?”

He nods at you, allowing you to leave only after stealing another quick peck. You laugh at him, the laugh diminishing into a smile as you walk back into the adjoined bedroom.

After you’re dressed, you begin the task at hand. All current sheets are taken off the bed, discarded into the hamper in the corner. The linen cabinet is hoisted open, and the new, freshly-washed duvet covers the bed in a mere few minutes.

As soon as you’re finished, you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind. Levi holds you against him for a while, then he kisses your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you so much.”

Carefully, as not to scare him with sudden movements, you turn around in his hold. “There’s nothing you need to thank me for, Levi.” You tell him, both hands cupping his cheeks—they squish slightly against your palms as you hold his face. “If there’s anyone out there deserving of such treatment, it’s you.”

He exhales shakily, never looking away from your eyes. The love and admiration within them makes him feel more than fulfilled. “I’m—I’m not sure I believe that…” He trails off, clearing his throat. “But, still, thank you.”

You smile, the bridge of your nose softly bumping against his as you bring both your faces closer together. “You wanna go to sleep?”

“Please,” he says.

Before you, those were words he never thought he’d use to answer that question.

Levi didn’t like sleeping—couldn’t like sleeping, considering his insomnia never gave him the chance to enjoy it.

But on such nights as tonight, where you tire him out so good, where you crawl into bed with him and hold his head against your chest, where you wrap your arms around him so tightly as if you wish to protect him from all and everything bad out there—all while fully knowing he doesn’t need it but doing so, anyway.

…Yeah, Levi loves sleeping, then.

You do exactly that now, too, and he eagerly follows your guidance towards the bed. The very much welcomed smell of fresh linen hits him as soon as he lays down underneath the covers. And it’s as if he can’t reach out for you fast enough, arms outstretched and ever searching—until he feels yours wrap around him, one around his waist, the other on the back of his head.

Levi closes his eyes the second his head makes contact with your chest, the second he feels your slow-and-steady heartbeat rising beneath him. His figure curls into yours, and he smiles—and you do, too.

“Good night, Levi,” you whisper into his hair.

A kiss gets pressed to the crown of his head shortly after.

He nudges his nose against the base of your throat. Then, a soft, lingering kiss to your collarbone follows. “Good night,” he exhales.

At that moment, Levi falls asleep quicker than he ever has before.

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[anonquack]

| Best Friend |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 10661

Warnings: Some curse words and overthinking. This one got a bit long!

Summary: After a CC Convention is announced, you and your friends plan to meet up for it. You expect to enjoy yourself with friends but instead are forced to deal with feelings you didn't even know you had. Luckily, your friends are there to give you a push in the right direction.

"Okay but height comparison between Quackity and Sapnap when??" You asked midst all the chaos occurring on that wonderful night. Despite your busy schedule, you'd gotten some time off to finally stream and some friends to keep you company.

Which resulted in this mess of a stream you were now broadcasting.

Your question caught their attention, and a soft scoff could be heard from Sapnap's mic.

"You're kidding, right? You're basically saying you need to CHECK that I'm taller when we already know that's true. You're insulting me." Sapnap said, the cockiness evident in his tone. You couldn't help but stare at your monitor in amusement at how sure of himself he sounded.

"That's not true. Literally check the height check Karl and I had versus the one Sapnap had with him." Quackity argued back, earning scoffs from almost everyone on the call.

"I know you're trying to use that to back you up, but you're just proving my point." Sapnap was intense whenever he became competitive or got into arguments, so you could only raise your brows as you watched chat fly by with their own opinions on the discussion, including their very questionable comments regarding Sapnap and how attractive he was being.

"Well, personally," Bad quipped in, "I think Sapnap's the taller one. Just makes the most sense since Quackity gives off Short Person Energy."

"Yeah? Well keep that WRONG opinion to yourself. That shit's embarrassing-"

"Language!" Bad interrupts Quackity, eliciting a laugh from everyone on call.

"You know chat," you call out after pondering on a solution for a bit, "We can figure this all out during the meetup!"

"Meetup?" Bad asked, confusion evident in his tone. You could almost see his furrowed brows and confused smile.

"Yes, Bad, meet-up. All four of us. Plus the others. And you guys, if you decide to go." The last bit was directed at the viewers. "Don't you remember? The convention is a thing that's supposed to be happening this year."

"Ohhh." He let out a small sound, as if his memory was finally coming back. "I haven't decided if I'm going yet." He admits softly.

"You most certainly are! You have to be there so I can beat BOTH Sapnap and you up once we all find out I'm the taller one." Quackity chimes in finally, teasing tone evident.

"As if," Sapnap scoffs, "Bad and I will literally kick your ass."

"Language." Soft as ever, and also a sign that it's getting late. You look over at your monitor, which displayed the time before letting out a small gasp.

"Oh- it's late. I hope I haven't been keeping you guys awake for too long. It's probably best we end for tonight anyway." You hum softly as you click some tabs away, noticing the faint sounds of stretching heard in the background of the call.

"It's fine, I wasn't even tired until you mentioned how late it was. You should've kept quiet." Quackity says with a patronizing tone, to which you simply chuckle.

"Thank you guys for sticking around. I really had a lot of fun.. we should do this more often. Us four." It was an honest confession, but perhaps too soft for them all and too personal for the audience to listen in on too.

"I had fun too, you should invite me to your streams more often, or, whatever." Sapnap mumbles, sounding a bit tired as well, but sincere despite the lack of care in his words.

It results in a small smile on your face anyway.

"Bye!! Thank you for inviting us, I'm gonna miss messing around with you all. Sleep well." Bad adds, a small whine to his voice as they all start saying their goodbyes.

As they finish up their goodbyes, you quickly deafen to start saying your own goodbyes to chat and thanking the last minute subs rolling in.

After all is over, you finish closing up the tabs, leaving the discord one last. As you're about to officially leave the call, you realize there is still one person there. He hadn't left.

"Quackity-?" You'd voiced out in confusion after undeafening. You'd thought they'd all leave while you took your sweet time saying goodbye.

"Yeah?" He sounded confused by your own confusion. You couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face.

"Were you waiting for me to end or did you just forget to leave the call?" It was a genuine question, but perhaps a teasing tone slipped in towards the end.

"I was waiting, I'm not an asshole nor a dumbass." He lets out a laugh before continuing. "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

You hummed softly, "I'm glad you did. I had fun too."

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling all too well, and just, joking around with you.. Sapnap, and Bad.. well it was just really nice. Thank you." His tone was soft, filled your headphones so nicely and brought comfort into the air.

"Oh, well it's good that you're feeling better now, but if you ever aren't feeling up for a stream.. please tell me, okay? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than a scuffed stream."

"No no, it's fine. I needed something to distract myself with and you all helped so much. It really got me excited for the meet-up. I- I can't wait to hang out with you in person. With all of you, I mean."

The smile on your face grew, almost to the point where it had your cheeks hurting. "I can't wait to hang out with all of you either. Good thing we won't have to wait long, hm?"

Faint sounds in the background of stretching and even softer yawns. "Mhm. Do you wanna switch to phone call?"

It was the usual invitation to fall asleep on call together. At this point, it almost felt strange whenever you headed to bed without Quackity mumbling stuff about his day to you or hearing the soft breathing sounds from his end of the call.

"Sounds good. Talk to you in a bit." You smiled, hearing a small bye from him before leaving the call. You turned off your whole setup for the night and headed straight to your bed.

It didn't take long for the phone to start ringing a few moments after you'd managed to lay down.

"Hi." You answered softly, placing the phone next to your head as you covered yourself with your blankets. It was only a matter of time before the sleepiness took over, but for now you'd enjoy Quackity's company.

"Hey." Was his response, voice sounding much closer now that you were laying down with your phone so close to your ear. It almost felt like he was laying down beside you.

You wondered for a split second what that would be like, if he'd be warm and welcoming or if he'd value his personal space while sharing a bed. As friends, of course.

You refocused on his voice as he began talking about his plans for the meet-up, and all the things he wanted to do once you all were in person. It was so sweet to hear how excited he was, and just how much he wanted to do with you all.

Sweet moments like these make you hyper-aware of the amazing friends you have, and how much love you have for them all. Tonight couldn't have been better, all thanks to them.

—

As the meet-up date gets closer, and more interactions happen during streams / calls / messages, it becomes more evident how much your friends mean to you; just how badly you want to meet all of them.

And as the date for the meet-up gets closer, responsibilities such as packing for your trip join your very long To-Do list.

You're on the phone with Bad as you both choose clothes to take, folding and packing them nicely. Making conversation, with Rat barking in the background occasionally, as the cherry on top.

Moments like these make you realize how good of a friend Badboyhalo is. He's kind, always knows what to say to help people feel better. He's funny, he's charming, full of love and support for his friends.

You two had been joking around on FaceTime for quite some time after you'd packed all essentials. He showed you tricks he'd managed to teach Rat, and you gave him an apartment tour.

Neither of you seemed to be getting tired, so you stayed on call until somehow you ended up sprawled on your sofa, laptop at hand, screen sharing YouTube videos. Bad was resting comfortably on his bed as small giggles left him at the absurdity of the videos you two were watching.

Every few minutes a small "We should do that," or a "Imagine Sapnap doing that," or a "I want to meet you all so bad," would be murmured into the air with only a hum of agreement to compliment it. It only made you yearn for your friends even more.

"Bad." You called out after quite a few random videos and lids getting heavier with each second.

"Yes?"

"When I see you, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you. I hope you know that." You said, small smile on your face as you watched his head lift up from the pillow at such a fast speed.

"Language-! But well, that would be nice. I will also be giving you tons of hugs. To all of you." He pauses for a second before continuing. "I was actually kinda nervous for the meetup, but now I'm just so excited."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Bad. I will make sure you enjoy yourself to the max."

"Thank you y/n," he replies softly, resting his head against the pillow again, "I will make sure you enjoy yourself too."

You smiled at the state he was in, you two would fall asleep in no time, so your thoughts were honestly incoherent, and your tongue could not be tamed as your thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Do you think I can take Sapnap and Quackity in a fight? In case they try to beat me up?"

"I doubt they'll try to beat you up, they'll be too busy fighting each other, and he'll be too busy thinking about how cute you are." His words were slightly slurred at this point, and all you could do was laugh as you imagined a fight between Sapnap and Quackity as fans tried getting a picture with them.

It crossed your mind for half a second to ask who exactly would be thinking such a thing, but any sign of a functioning brain between you two was nonexistent at that very moment. So all you really said was, "Good. But I'm still going to be prepared just in case."

—

After so many excited calls and planning, the day was finally here. Everyone would be traveling out today to meet up at the house you'd all managed to rent for the week / weekend you guys would be staying there. This way, you'd all be able to maximize the time spent together, and also save money. It sounded like a wonderful idea, really.

After arriving in the city, you patiently waited for the driver that'd be taking you there. You couldn't help but realize just how anxious you were starting to feel. The moment when you'd meet all your friends was getting closer and closer. What if it wasn't everything you'd expected? Or if it was awkward?

The ride there was too quick. Before you knew it, you were pulling your luggage out the trunk and heading up the path that lead to the front door. You stood still for a few seconds before your knuckles were knocking against the firm wood. The noise echoing for a few seconds as you stood in anticipation.

The door swung open, and with a big grin, you were pulled into a hug by no other than Badboyhalo. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well, not wanting to let go. He was finally here! And he was real! Real, so so real. Any concerns you had on the way here slowly dissipated the longer he had you in his warm hold.

"Bad!" You said happily, slightly squishing him as your embrace tightened for a few seconds. Seriously too good to be true, but true nonetheless.

As he finally pulled away to smile at you, you felt lightheaded at the insane rush of dopamine in your system. As your head finally cleared up, you realized someone else was walking towards you two.

He wore a small smile on his face as he approached, it slowly growing as he got closer and as excitement became harder and harder to contain.

"Quackity." You called out, face lighting up immediately at the sight of him.

"Hi." He responded, sheepish smile on his face. Had he always looked this good?

It only took a few steps before your arms were around him, pulling him close. Although your firm grip caught him off-guard, he managed to melt into the hug soon after, arms wrapping around you as well.

"Big Q! Quackity! Alex!" You smiled as you pulled away, hand reaching up to give his cheek a light squish. You couldn't really help yourself, he was just too pleasing for your eyes. If the dopamine from earlier wasn't already too much, having him this close and feeling oh so real was even more deadlier.

He laughed at your affectionate touch, obviously not having enough of you either. It didn't take long for him to pull you back in for another embrace. "Holy shit." he mumbled into the hug, "You're actually fucking here. I can't believe it y/n." His tone was soft and it had you melting into his embrace all over again. It was intoxicating in the best way, but eventually you both pull away, smiling at each other with so much appreciation.

You hadn't really taken into account just how excited you were to see all your friends, especially someone as important as Quackity. The one you told almost everything to during late night calls, the person you could honestly consider a best friend. All of them were that to you, but it just felt so much stronger with him. You didn't really know how to explain it.

Before you could even give your mind time to dwell, Quackity was being pulled off you by none other than Sapnap and Karl, which quickly replaced Quackity's arms with their own.

"Guys!!" You called out happily as you hugged them back just as tightly. "Am I really the last one here? Where's Dream, or George?"

"We've literally been waiting like an hour for you to get here! We were all getting impatient." Karl laughed as he finally pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously impatient." Mumbled Sapnap into your shoulder before letting go from the warm embrace. "What took so long?"

"Sorry that I don't live as close to here as you guys do. My flight took longer than expected too."

"Who cares! At least you're finally here." Dream's voice, followed by heavy footsteps on the floor, and laughter as George ran over to where you stood with your suitcase.

"Y/N!! We're all finally together." You almost closed your eyes instinctively from how bright his smile was. George's energy was so contagious, you couldn't help but return the energy he was giving you.

Finally, you turned to Dream, who was standing there in all his tall glory.

"Holy shit." You mumbled as you eyed him from head to toe. "You're so fucking tall."

Laughter erupted from everyone before big arms wrapped around you, filling you with warmth and love. You were finally here with all your friends, and it was better than you could've ever imagined.

"Okay," Karl announces once everyone had greeted each other and given all the much needed hugs, "We were actually thinking movie night so we can all just relax and enjoy each other's company. What do you think, y/n?"

"You aren't getting any complaints from me. What movie are we watching?"

At that, Karl and Sapnap raced off to see who could get the remote control faster. You assumed it was in regards to who had the power to choose what everyone watched.

You watched in amusement as Karl and Sapnap argued over what movie to watch, George chiming in here and there just to fuel the lighthearted argument.

"Did you think they'd be just as annoying in person?" You jumped slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you, but quickly relaxed as Quackity stood beside you.

"No, I also didn't think it was such a big deal who got to choose the movie." Your eyes trailed back to the arguing pair.

"Oh hush. The food Dream ordered isn't even here so really we're doing you all a favor. Taking our time to choose wisely." Karl argued back, to which Dream laughed.

"I guess that's one way to see it, but it's almost here according to the app, so hurry up."

Silence, before the arguing resumed and filled the living room with a pleasing buzz.

You watched as Dream headed over to you and gently placed his hand onto your shoulder, "Let me show you where your room is so you can get all comfy before movie night starts, yeah?"

"Thank you, Dream. I'd actually really appreciate that." With that, you gave Quackity a small wave before following after Dream. Freshening up after sitting in a plane for hours would certainly help make the rest of the night 10x more pleasant.

—

Once you'd walked back out into the living room, you saw everyone had their plate of food, everyone already comfy in their spots.

You looked around before spotting the empty seat beside Alex and the plate of food you assumed was for you.

"Hurry! He's not gonna bite. Sit down so we can finally start movie night." Sapnap whined the longer you stood around.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.." George mumbled before receiving a stiff elbow in the ribs from the person seated next to him.

"Language." The last fatal blow.

Dream chuckled before pointing at the available seat. "We even waited for you in order to start eating, so sit your ass down."

You playfully rolled your eyes as they all started complaining about how long you were taking. You sat down beside him, giving him a glance before picking up the plate of food before you. It was still nice and steamy, just like Dream had said it would be after dropping you off in your room. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were until now.

After taking a few bites and hearing the movie start, your gaze returned to the person peacefully sat next to you, taking a few seconds to truly take in the sight before you.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeve shirt, and some basketball shorts. He looked so comfortable. And even indoors with friends, the beanie kept his hair away from his face and hidden, poorly, but hidden nonetheless.

You smiled as you got comfortable as well, admiring how the light from the TV illuminated his face before finally deciding to focus on the actual entertainment Karl and Sapnap had worked so hard to pick. All for movie night.

The movie was interesting, and you couldn't help the few times you almost choked on your food due to all the jokes being slipped in throughout the movie. Maybe Karl was right about how it takes time to pick the perfect film that fit the mood. A good laugh, some good food, and the company and comfort from friends was the best thing to do on the first day together.

Before you all knew it, you were 2 movies in and all in drowsy states.

Everyone excused themselves, the exception being George and Quackity whom had fallen asleep towards the end of the second movie. Dream agreed to wake George up, meanwhile you turned to the sleeping figure next to you.

He looked too cute, mouth slightly open from the uncomfortable position he'd fallen asleep in. You gently shook his shoulder. "Alex." You called out a few times, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around in confusion.

"You fell asleep during the movie. We're all heading to bed for the day, come on."

Regardless of his sleepy state, he stood and followed as you two headed to your rooms.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Night, y/n."

As you finally laid in your bed for the next week, you couldn't help but feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful opportunity to meet all of your friends and share a home with them.

You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for you all.

—

It was a lazy morning and lazy afternoon the next day, the only exceptions being going out for lunch, but besides that everything was done in the comfort of their home.

Dream, Sapnap, and Karl were busy playing a multiplayer game in the living room while Bad, George, and Quackity messed around in the kitchen, eating snacks and making up the absolute dumbest shit to stay entertained.

It seemed difficult to choose which group to spend time with, but you found yourself headed towards the kitchen within seconds of contemplation. Sitting on a chair laughing at George's dumb jokes, egging Bad on, and laughing along to Quackity's contagious laughter.

You found yourself coincidentally seated beside Alex as you all continued to chat and mess around. After some time, the other three joined in, and dinner was ordered so they could all eat together after a long day of lazing around.

You'd all rented out the house for a few days before the convention in order to be able to enjoy more time together, so lazing around today hadn't really seemed like a waste of time, or like it could've been spent better. You'd definitely suggest actually going out for dinner rather than just ordering online for the rest of your stay though.

Before you knew it, chaotic dinner was over and people were headed straight to bed, a certain pair deciding to stay awake just a bit longer in the living room.

You rolled your eyes at their bullshit excuses before heading straight to your room. You quickly changed into sleepwear before sitting in bed and simply scrolling through social media. Honestly, you were tired but not to the point where you could easily doze off. Something felt like it was missing, and you silently racked your brain for answers while continuing the mindless scrolling on your phone.

About 30 minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. Any distraction was welcome at this point, so you called out to let them know they could walk in.

Before you stood Alex, who seemed to be fresh out of the shower. He was in his sleepwear as well, but the beanie was nowhere in sight. His black hair was out in display, most likely to let it dry, but such a sight still had you in shock.

Not that you hadn't seen it before, but it always surprised you. No matter how many glimpses Quackity provided you with.

You stared in shock for a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and telling him to come in. He smiled and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He stated, before deciding to further explain. "I almost called you right now before going to bed.. I guess that's just how used I got to our calls-? But then I realized you're literally in the same house as me."

Ah. So was that what was missing? The reason why you couldn't doze off as easily? Because you weren't on call with him?

"That's true, I guess." You hummed before chuckling, "What's wrong with talking on the phone while we're here too?"

"You kidding? I'm not trying to be like Dream and Sapnap who still voice call and barely see each other even though they literally live together." You laughed at his comment, making him laugh as well at the absurdity of that situation.

"So what does that mean? You came to sleep here or something?" It was a joke, really. But I mean, why else would this dude be standing here by your door, talking about how he wanted to sleep call but instead found himself here.

"If you'd let me."

You almost choked at how easily he answered, was he joking too or was he actually expecting you to let him climb into bed? To sleep, of course, but it still had you taken-aback.

"You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

You stared at him for a bit before shrugging, "Get in then."

Nothing wrong with 'sleep calling' in person, right? Laying in the same bed, chatting until each other's voices lulled them to sleep. I mean, just because it was in person this time didn't make it any weirder. They'd slept on call together too many times to count. This was fine.

Alex smiled as he closed the door behind him and headed onto your bed, starting to get comfortable.

As you two lay there, you couldn't help but turn to your side and simply stare over at him. His hair to be exact. He'd never had it visible for this long, on group calls, normal calls, or just showing glimpses. It felt so surreal.

"What?" He mumbled.

"It's just- your hair. It looks so nice. You look nice." You smiled at the sight before adding, "You should do a hair reveal already so everybody can see this."

He turned to lay on his side as well so he could be facing you. "Hell no. Plus, doesn't it make you feel special? Being one of the few people who have seen it? Especially up close and personal."

The last part made you realize just how close you two had gotten within the last few seconds. Being at this proximity made you realize a lot more facial details you hadn't noticed before, probably due to camera quality and pixels.

Your hand slowly reached out, coming to a halt next to his head. He realized what you were trying to do and came a bit closer, letting your fingers gently run through his hair. After a few seconds, it all felt too natural.

There you were, laying in bed with Alex, gently playing with his dark locks as you talked about who knows what and simply enjoyed each others company.

This is basically what those late night calls felt like. Except this was definitely way better. It had the physical aspect of it that calls did not. You got to see him in such perfect resolution face to face, without worrying about any possible lag. You both were real. Basking in each others presences happily.

It didn't take too long for you both to fall asleep, and it didn't take too long either for your sleeping bodies to find comfort in the heat sources nearby.

What started as a simple arm draped around the other to steal a bit of body heat turned into having him close enough to smell the scent that lingered on him from his shower. Close enough for his grip on you to feel just a bit too intimate. Close enough where maybe their noses touched.

That was possibly the comfiest 9 hours of sleep either of them had gotten in a long fucking time.

—

The warmth you find yourself surrounded by makes it hard to get out of bed. As you attempt to fall back asleep, you realize that you're not tired. On the contrary, this might be the most satisfied (in terms of energy and sleep) you've felt in a long time.

What the fuck??

That's when that warmth you'd loved not even a minute ago comes to mind. At first you'd thought it might've been the blanket, but one glimpse to the side answers all your questions.

Alex was the one providing you with this comfortable and lovely warmth. He'd come over last night talking about 'sleep calling' in person. How could you forget?

The tension that had spiked in your body at the realization that someone was in bed with you oozed away as you looked at his peaceful state. He looked.. cute.

A few hair strands were on his face, and you couldn't help as your hand instinctively reached out to get them off his face. You hoped it wouldn't wake him up. He looked too peaceful.

As his face came into full view now, you openly stared, noticing the little moles he had all over his face. It was like stars splattered on the night sky.

As your gaze lowered and lingered on his lips, you realized just how pink they really were. And how unbelievably soft-looking they were. It brought you back a memory of his smile from yesterday while you both ate and watched the movie. You hadn't really caught the bit that had made him laugh since you were staring at him. He had a really pretty smile.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that his eyelids had fluttered open, and were now staring up at you.

Oh God. You probably looked like such a creep right now. The heat that was rising up your spine and onto your cheeks must've been obvious, since he let out a small laugh.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

His morning voice took you by surprise. Sure, you'd heard it during calls sometimes, but this was on another level. It was wonderful.

"I was debating whether or not I should wake you up. You looked too peaceful." You answered, trying your best to steady your embarrassment. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He just didn't have to know all the other thoughts that crossed your mind.

He chuckled at that, before stretching a bit. "Thanks for letting me wake up on my own." He sat up, looking over at you with a small, satisfied smile. "That might've been the best sleep I've gotten in a while."

"Me too." You admitted, soft smile on your lips meant for him and him only. He stared back before returning the smile.

You two stayed in peaceful silence before deciding now was probably the best time to get up and get some breakfast with the rest of them. "We should get dressed so we can go eat."

He simply nodded before giving a small wave, heading back to his own room.

It didn't take long before you were heading out of your room and following the faint laughter into the kitchen. They were seated at the table, barely setting plates down and getting ready to eat. Just in time.

"Y/N! Good morning." Karl smiled, waving you over to the available seat beside him. Everybody else called out their good mornings as you got settled into your seat.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Sapnap mumbled from the seat across you. "You and Quackity sleep so fucking much."

You tensed a bit at that. Did they know you two had slept together? In the same bed? Had they tried waking you up and found you two together?

It's not what it looks like, is what you'd probably say as an explanation. Even if they didn't ask for one.

George nods in agreement, "Sapnap and I almost went and knocked on both of your doors. But we figured you both must be tired, so we just came to get breakfast ready."

Okay, perhaps they didn't know. Afterall, they were suggesting that Quackity was still in his own room. "I'm sure he'll get here in a bit." You responded, thanking Dream as he set a cup down on the table for you.

"Finally! Sleeping beauty chooses to come grace us with his presence." Sapnap greeted. You turned your head to see none other than Quackity flipping Sapnap off as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day, and had his hair hidden away with a beanie.

"How'd you sleep?" Bad asks as Alex finally sits down at the table.

"Wonderful. Best sleep I've gotten in a while." His eyes meet yours for a bit, and you can't help but smile at the implications of his words. You'd helped him sleep well. He felt comfy with you. He smiled back before looking back to the cup being given to him.

"Mm that's good." Bad nodded, before serving whatever breakfast him and Dream had managed to cook for everyone. Bad never failed to amaze you, talented as always.

"We were planning on going out today, is everyone up for it?" George asks, looking around the table for any signs of complaints.

"Honestly I'm all for it. I want to spend time with you all, exploring or just looking around." Sapnap answered, to which you cooed.

"Aww Sapnap, we'd love to spend time with you too."

"I'd fucking hope so. Now where did you want to go, George?"

"Dream and I were researching fun things to do here and we found a pretty good list. Just need you all to say yes and we can head out after breakfast."

He wasn't getting any no's, so the plans were set. Everybody ate their breakfasts before heading out the door to wherever Dream and George planned on taking them.

As you all walked to your destination, which wasn't too far according to George, you found yourself walking beside Bad.

"So, Quackity huh?" You ripped your eyes off from where they were to look back at him.

"Huh?"

"You and Quackity." He wasn't elaborating any further, which left you confused.

"What? What about him?"

"Well, you were staring at him right now and-"

"Oh. I zoned out, Bad. I'm sorry. Hopefully you didn't get the wrong idea." You interrupted him, letting out a small laugh.

"Well, that's not really what gave me the 'wrong idea'.. it was mainly the smiles and stares you two were giving each other this morning. And well, in general. Wanna fill me in on something?" He raised his brow, putting some space between you two and the rest of them by slowing his pace.

Your eyes widened slightly as you slowed down as well. "He was staring at me?"

He nodded, before adding "As much as you were staring at him."

You opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, before you heard Dream calling out to you two, saying they found the place. You gave Bad an apologetic smile before walking with him to where the others stood.

You'd come to a place with food, alcohol, and arcade games. You couldn't have expected less from Dream and George. It was perfect for this group.

You watched as Karl and George bought the cards you'd all be using to play the games. Soon after, they came back and handed everyone their card. Everyone was ready to split off to play different games.

"Y/N and I are going to fetch a table so we can leave our stuff there." Bad said with a smile. You looked over at him knowingly before nodding in agreement.

The rest of them nodded, Sapnap grabbing Dream's arm and racing off with him to the games. Karl, George, and Quackity went off to another game, excited chatter following them.

You walked beside Bad in search of a table quietly, watching as he looked around before finally approaching a table big enough to seat you all.

He sat down, looking at you expectantly. You did the same and cleared your throat as his gaze remained on you. You let out a small sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He smiled a bit at that. "I mean, he came to my room last night, said he couldn't sleep, and then we slept together. That's it."

You watched as his eyes widened slightly at the information he'd just gotten before your own eyes widened.

"Wait- no no! Not like that. I meant he literally slept with me. Like we fell asleep together." You could feel the heat rushing up to your face. "He said he got used to our sleep calling and I just let him sleep in my bed. It was really comfy."

You looked up, his stunned face making the heat rise faster. "Woah. I thought the cheeky little glances you guys were giving each other was things starting to get good, but you already shared a bed with him??" He let out an amused laugh.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bad. We sleep call all the time.." You felt sort of embarrassed, hearing his reactions and telling him things that felt more intimate than they should be.

"Uh? Not a big deal?? You're kidding right?" He let out a laugh, happy smile on his face. "You guys like each other!"

"Bad-! Keep it down please.. and we certainly do not." You were sweating at this point, Bad was so energetic and happy right now, and the thought of Alex hearing any of this had you on edge.

But the most discomforting part of it all was how much truth his words held. Did you actually like him?

"Am I lying, y/n?"

I don't know, is what you would've said, if it wasn't for the confusion clouding all your senses.

"y/n?"

You looked over at him, mouth slightly open, trying to form your thoughts. "You really think I like him?"

"I mean, I've been having a feeling. Since before the meet up."

What? Was it obvious for everyone? How had it taken this long for you to realize it? Those intrusive thoughts while you were staring at him this morning in bed. Had those always been there? Was he aware of your possible feelings?

"Holy fuck, Bad. A lot of it is starting to make sense." Your eyes were slightly wide from the fear of what this implied. What this meant for your friendship with him. "I-I think I do like him."

He seemed to notice how tense and shocked you looked, so he reached out and held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

At the moment, you were connecting all the pieces, and things were slowly starting to make sense. Why you acted a certain way around him, random thoughts thinking he was cute, the need to meet him as soon as possible. God, why had it taken so long for you to realize?

"I mean, at least you ended up liking a nice muffin, right?" It sounded more like a question, which had you letting out a laugh. "What I mean is that he's a good guy, liking him isn't horrible. I can see why you'd end up liking him. Plus- I think everyone can see you two are pretty close."

His words helped ease the tension building up in your shoulders, but your head was still spinning. "I know he's nice, but in what sense? As in, I'll confess and he'll reject me nicely?" You paused, tensing up at just the thought of how awkward that would be. "I'd hate to ruin our friendship just because my dumbass caught feelings."

"Language." He mumbles, before letting out a small sigh. "He's nice as in he'll be understanding if he DOES reject you. But did you miss the last part of my speech? I said your friendship with Quackity is very different, anyone can tell you guys are really close. I can see where these feelings might've come from."

"Just because we're close doesn't excuse me having feelings for him. I mean, what does that say about me? Unable to have close friends without growing romantic feelings for them?" Your voice sounds hushed, as if it's dangerous to admit your feelings out loud.

"I'd say we're close friends, do we have romantic feelings for each other?" He asks softly, playing with your fingers absent-mindedly.

"I mean, I love you tons."

"I love you too, but it's not in the way you like Quackity, right?"

You kept quiet, gently biting at the inside of your cheek. Your brain was looking for ways to invalidate your feelings, tell you it wasn't right, but Bad was fighting through that and trying to reason with you.

"We both love all of our friends, and are really close to them.. but what you and Quackity have is different. I can see why you ended up liking him. Plus.. I really don't think he'd reject you. In fact, I think he likes you too."

"Bad." You warned, unsure you could handle overthinking the possibility that he liked you too right now. The realization of your own feelings was already too much.

"I'm just saying." He says, raising both hands in playful surrender. The sight elicits a small laugh from you.

But maybe.. maybe you were a bit curious. "You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Plus, this is coming from someone who's been friends with both of you for a very long time. I see and notice things."

"Thank you, Bad. I really appreciate you and just‐ thanks for talking this through with me." It's honest and raw. He'd watched you sit at this table, trying to work everything out in your brain, and had just been endlessly supportive.

"Of course. I'm here if you need anything, alright? Now, just relax and let's go play some games, yeah?"

"Okay.. let's go!" You smiled and tugged at his hand, leading him over to where Sapnap and Dream were playing.

There was no way you were letting your own feelings ruin the fun of good food and some arcade games. You'd deal with that later.

—

Bad's advice and pep talks are top tier, but sometimes he oversteps. He doesn't mean any harm, but at times it is just too much. This is one of those times.

There's just a few days left before the big convention, and honestly the time spent together so far has been an absolute bliss. And well-spent considering you've all been out and about more often.

You find yourself in the living room with all of them, joking around and making up stupid songs while Quackity plays a beat he claimed to have made himself on his phone. It's peaceful, and no joke is taken too far. Until Bad starts trying to be the 'best wingman', as he likes to claim.

"Quackity, you should write a song for them, and perform it here in front of everyone." He says as he nudges you suggestively, a knowing smile on his face. It's so sudden and you need to make sure you heard correctly. You can feel yourself tense up at the thought of Quackity making a song dedicated to you. Specifically you. No one else.

Of course, it comes off as a joke, but since Bad knows you like Quackity it just seems way more personal. It seems like he's making it so obvious, but maybe everyone else is painfully oblivious. Clueless.

"Wow Bad. You just want him to roast the shit out of me, don't you? That's messed up." You make a noise of disappointment, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

George laughs at that, "Wowww Bad, that's pretty messed up. But you should, Quackity. Make one about Y/N and their muffins. It'll be funny." George didn't know a thing, but it felt like he was making it worse. As if there was a specific reason why they teased him into making a song about you.

With the playful cheering of everyone around him, he cleared his throat and a new beat started to play on his phone. Before you knew it, he was singing about your fictional muffins and how he would order a dozen, and found a way to include Rat slander in there as well.

Maybe you were stressing out for no reason at all. Perhaps you were the only one taking it weirdly and everyone else was just joking around making stupid songs up on the spot. You took a deep breath, and began to relax.

As the night continued, you tried to avoid any possible spotlight, focusing on getting George and Sapnap to go at each other, and the others egging them on so all you really had to do was watch the chaos ensue. It would all just lead to Sapnap calling the rest of them out and starting more playful fights.

As arguments kept coming up, the one you'd all been talking about on that one stream came to mind.

"Wait.. we still haven't done that height check between Quackity and Sapnap." Karl said with a shocked laugh. "How many days have we been together exactly?"

"Too long." Dream chimed in, eager to see the short people fighting over height they didn't have. At least not compared to him.

"Oh yeah huh." Sapnap said in realization. "Stand the fuck up right now, Quackity." He stood to his full height, puffing up his chest to try and appear taller or bigger.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "You guys only brought that up because I was clearly beating you guys in that argument."

"Okay? Stand up then."

If you were a person passing by hearing this conversation, you'd think a brawl was about to break out. Maybe you'd call security. But having context, it really was just Sapnap in his arguing mood, petty and trying to prove a point. There was no way he was sitting down until he proved he was taller than Quackity.

A small grumble of disapproval left Quackity's mouth before he stood to full height. Bad walked over and lead Quackity towards Sapnap, telling them to stand back to back so everyone could see the height difference.

You sat there in anticipation as Bad got them set up, watched as they compared heights very carefully, watched as the results were announced, and watched as Sapnap cheered and screamed some shit in Quackity's face when it turned out he was a few inches taller than Alex.

To make things funnier, Dream walked over in amusement and checked their height difference himself, making the other two look so much smaller than they already did. It was always a pleasant shock seeing just how tall Dream was compared to the average person.

This lead to height checks between all of them, trying to figure out who was the tallest (easy) and who was the shortest.

After everyone had gotten tired from the playful arguments and day they had, they began leaving to their rooms to freshen up or get comfy, probably needing a break from the banter.

Dream, George, and Karl had agreed to go pick up something to eat while the rest of you guys stayed in the living room. Just chatting now, relaxing, no height wars or petty arguments. Kinda.

"By the way, I found this one cool shop with a bunch of anime stuff. You're coming with me to check it out, right?" Sapnap asks, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you all while scrolling on your phones.

You looked up in confusion, not sure who he was talking to. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look that said he was waiting for your response. "You wanna go with me?" You ask, a bit shocked since you'd expect him to go with Karl or something.

"Duh. We could look through the whole shop and see what we can find. Maybe go eat afterwards." He explains with a smile. He seems excited, and his energy is just so contagious, you can't help but smile as well.

"Well, since we're all here I'm assuming we're invited as well. Right, Sapnap?"

It's Quackity, inserting himself into the conversation, eyebrows raised and lawyer voice on, ready to fight Sapnap on this. This earns him a scoff from Sapnap.

"Don't think you'll wanna come with us. I know it's not really your thing."

"Sapnap, I'm sure he can join. Don't you see he's pouting? Plus, I'm sure food will cheer the baby up." You tease, watching as Quackity's facial expression changes into a scowl.

"Yeah right. Plus, it's rude to ask them out in front of Bad and I. We're literally their plus twos."

Bad snorts. "Plus twos? He's definitely not letting us tag along now."

Sapnap nods. "You literally have so many other days you can spend with them. Let me have my moment. Ask them out yourself if you want later."

You stiffen at the implication he's making, unable to stop the confused frown that appears on your face.

"Whatever." Quackity mumbles, before quickly switching the conversation to his beanie and what he should do to stop fans from snatching it off his head.

The topic of conversation is interesting, and quite frankly very funny, but you can't help but focus on Sapnap's comment.

Surely, he meant no harm. But you can't help the feeling that your little secret you'd shared with Bad was growing more noticeable. And if Sapnap knew? How long would it take for Quackity to realize and push you away?

"Y/N?"

You blink away your state of confusion as you refocus on the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said, how does superglue sound? For his beanie and stuff." Bad had been calling out to you, trying to reinvite you into the conversation. Apparently, you'd been quiet for a while.

"You're such an asshole, Bad. You just want to see me bald so bad." Quackity huffed.

"Not true! Also language."

Bittersweet. Your own thoughts were ruining the fun conversation your friends were having. How to answer this without seeming too obvious? Not like a pining idiot?

"I mean, so what if your hair falls out? The beanie will cover it. It's worth it."

"Plus," adds Sapnap, "your fans have been saying you're bald anyway. Prove them right."

"You're all no help to me and my problems." Quackity finally mutters, earning a laugh from the three of you.

His problems. You wouldn't wanna add another by making him have to deal with a friend trying to get out of the friend zone. You really need to get your feelings in check.

Honestly, you need to get better at hiding this shit. You can't just keep going quiet or getting lost in thought whenever someone suggests anything NOT platonic between you and Alex. I mean, it's ridiculous at this point. Bad is giving you stares, Sapnap might know by now, George might know. Hell, maybe even Quackity knows.

Too much. As soon as the others get back, you excuse yourself and call it a day.

—

Sapnap had been serious about going to that Japanese shop. He'd woken you up early, made you get dressed, and was dragging you out the house before the others could bat an eyelid.

Honestly? You'd had a lot of fun. Watching him look through all the items, picking out everything he wanted, getting matching plushies and these tiny figurines that ended up being too fucking expensive for their size. He'd been so happy, you even offered to pay for his meal in exchange for what he'd bought you earlier.

Throughout your adventures with Sapnap, you received a few notifications from Quackity, asking what you guys were up to, when you'd be back, and whether Sapnap was forcing you to stay over there with him. Sapnap and you rolled your eyes at that last bit, sending him a picture of you two flipping off the camera. All jokes, of course, and in return you received a picture of Quackity doing the same. Then he began claiming that you guys could stay there all day for all he cared.

"Seems like someone is jealous." Sapnap had said after reading Quackity's messages. You looked over at him in surprise before he quickly pocketed your phone, dragging you along to a new section of the store he'd wanted to check out.

Did Sapnap really think so? Could there be a chance Alex actually liked you, like Bad had suggested?

Beside your overthinking, the day had been well-spent, and by the time you got home, you were ready to get out of your outside clothes and into your PJs.

As you finally walked out into the living room, you watched with an amused smile as Sapnap sat with the rest of them, showing them everything he had bought at the shop, including little gifts he'd brought for them all.

No matter how 'careless', he came across, Sapnap was truly a softie. It was endearing watching him hand out the gifts you two had bought at the shop.

You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside Quackity and giving him a smile as he raised his brow. "Don't think I forgot that picture you sent me earlier today."

"You know I didn't mean it." You mumbled as you returned your gaze to Sapnap and his cheerful smile.

"You owe me an apology. And you need to make it up to me."

You scoffed at that, "You flipped me off too."

"And? You did it first. I'm the injured party here."

"Fine." You sighed, turning you gaze back at him. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Mmm.. how about we 'sleep call' again?" You froze at his suggestion, looking over at the others to see if they were listening in on your conversation.

They weren't, all too entranced with the small rant Bad was going on about a certain manga Sapnap had bought.

How could this man just admit that you two slept together with his whole chest. Without a care in the world for who was listening.

"Is that really all you want?" Stunned was the only word to truly describe how you were feeling at the moment.

"I mean, for now. I'll have to see tomorrow if I feel any better."

You rolled your eyes at that. He would most likely take advantage of that and drag it on for as long as he could. "Did you really miss me that much, Alex? Need to make up for the time lost today?"

"Wow. You're trying to make me look desperate now?"

"I just think that's how an outsider listening in on our conversation would interpret it."

"Y'know what? Let's go right now. Since you wanna call me desperate."

Again. Stunned. How was this man acting like it was nothing? This shit wasn't normal. Last time wasn't too bad because you didn't know, but now? You'd be too focused on not making it seem romantic, just purely platonic laying on the same bed together with your friend who you don't have feelings for.

It didn't take long for everyone to start heading to their rooms. He excused himself, and you followed a few minutes after, heading to your room in a daze.

As you waited for him to come to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be the same as last time. Would you be able to play with his hair or cuddle close in a strictly platonic way? Maybe you could call him bro a few times so it didn't seem like you liked him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and revealing him in all his glory. He looked so comfy, and the beanie was once again nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but you felt this was his way of letting you know he trusted you. That he was truly comfortable around you.

This time, he felt more at ease entering your personal space. He got into bed and got comfy on his own. It didn't take long before he was facing you again, just like last time.

You smiled at him and did the same as him, your previous plans of putting distance and calling him bro getting thrown out the window at this new sight of him.

He looked so cute, just laying there and looking at you. He looked so warm too, you couldn't wait until you actually got to pull him close and blame it on your sleepy state.

"So," he started, "how was your date with Sapnap?"

Huh? The tone really caught you off guard.

"It wasn't a date. We just went to look at some manga he wanted, and got little gifts for everyone. Went to eat."

"Sounds like a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Well, it wasn't. Why does it matter to you though?"

"It doesn't."

"Then?? You jealous or something?" You raised a brow, genuinely confused, but also wanting to see his reaction to the last bit. Maybe it'd give you some insight on his feelings for you. If there was any.

"I'm just making sure! Sue me for trying to respect anything that could possibly be going on between you two." He paused. "I wouldn't want to be asking you to sleep with me and then it turns out you and Sapnap are a thing."

You paused and simply stared at him. Was this dude serious? He was worried about you and Sapnap dating, when in reality you liked HIM? Sick and twisted.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Sapnap and I aren't a thing. I like someone else." You answered, and honestly you don't know why you said that.

He paused for a bit, expression unreadable before simply nodding. "And is it possible to know who this someone is??"

How did you end up in this position? It wasn't that long ago that you were confessing to Bad about your feelings for Alex while surrounded by fucking arcade games. And now you were in bed with him while he asked who your crush was. Leave it to you to mess up this badly.

You took a few more moments to just lay there with him, hand eventually going to his hair and gently playing with it. "I don't want to ruin anything." You finally responded.

It was the truth. You could just tell him, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your revelation lead to him growing distant, or him rejecting you and ruining the rest of the trip.

At that, he sat up, making your hand slip out from where it had been playing with his hair. "Are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

You sat up as well, staring at him for a bit before shaking your head. "I'm afraid you'll hurt mine."

"I wouldn't dare." He said reassuringly, hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

It might've been the adrenaline rushing through your body, or the pessimist in you just telling you to get over with it, but you sat there and confessed that you liked him.

At first, there wasn't much of a response beside his wide eyes and stunned smile. You didn't necessarily know what that meant. Was he on the verge of laughter or was he shocked because he liked you as well?

The silence was killing you, and you swear you could feel tears threatening to spill as he continued to just stare. Nothing could've possibly been worst than his silence at that moment.

"You really do like me? Me, Alex Quackity?" Were his first words, and you watched as he shook his head, as if he was trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't expect you to feel the same or-"

"No no. You like me?"

He was trying to get you to repeat it, or admit it again, but it was torture.

"... I do."

He smiled at that, coming closer and using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Yeah? Well, it's your lucky day because.. I like you too."

You really couldn't believe what you were hearing. Bad had been right about him liking you as well. If he found out, he'd brag about being right and being the 'best wingman' for so long.

"Seriously?" It never hurt to double check.

"Yeah."

And with that, the distance between you two was closed. Soft lips pressed against each other awkwardly at first, not used to kissing your best friend, but it soon melted into a sweet first kiss.

After he pulled away, you gently cupped his cheeks as well, smiling at just how unbelievable this was. The guy you'd been unknowingly pining for this whole time actually liked you back, and you'd just kissed him on your bed. Bonus: he was staying the whole night for some cuddles.

You laid back down, pulling him with you and simply wrapped your arms around him, leaving small and shy kisses on his cheek, not used to this at all, testing what was okay and what wasn't. But his smile and kisses he was giving you as well told you he was more than fine with this.

"Does this make up for it?" You mumble against his own lips, teasing tone evident.

"Yes, yes it does."

—

The next morning was when the countdown finally came to an end. The day you'd all been waiting for; The Convention.

You knew this meant getting up, eating breakfast, and starting to get ready. It was a big day.

But when Quackity wanted to lay down for just a bit longer, how could you possibly say no?

This lead to you both having to walk out of your room and head straight to the kitchen 15 minutes later. There was no time to waste by pretending to have come out of your own rooms and at different times.

As you both approached the dinner table and sat down, you realized the table was dead silent, all eyes on both of you.

You looked up, making eye contact with Bad. He had this knowing grin on his face, and you couldn't help it as you felt the heat rushing up to your face. Quackity seemed unfazed by it all, simply yawning and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"So did it work or what?" Sapnap broke the silence, an expectant look on his face as he stared between you and Quackity.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, now feeling very confused.

Bad couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and burst out into happy giggles.

"Well we were trying to make Alex get jealous so he could finally make a move. Did he do it?" Sapnap asked. Karl was smiling wide, trying to cover it with the sleeve of his sweater.

Did this mean that Karl, Sapnap, and Bad all knew you two liked each other? Had these three plotted this shit? Getting you two to realize your own feelings?

"What? You did that shit on purpose?" It was Quackity's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Duh. We figured we'd give you guys a little push in the right direction." Sapnap had a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Your friends had worked together to make you both come to terms with your feelings. Since you two were so oblivious. Wow.

"I hate to say it since it means you actually helped,,, but it did work. We talked last night and well.. we both confessed." There was a soft smile on his lips as he told the others about what had happened.

Bad let out a small cheer, clapping his hands excitedly before congratulating you both on talking out your feelings.

"Okay now that the lovebirds are finally together, let's finish breakfast and start getting ready. Remember today is a big day!" Dream said, sounding quite excited himself.

You'd honestly forgotten for a few minutes because of the whiplash of your friends confessing they were playing cupid.

Today was the convention. The whole reason you'd all traveled out here. This whole trip had been lovely, leading up to the final event.

And you'd be leaving with a date, and good memories spent with fans and friends.

<3

[fanficsfromyesteryear]

Hi! Can I request headcanons for dating marcus (deadly class)? Thank you

HEADCANONS FOR DATING MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO

A/N: Just a head’s up, I got a little carried away, so this is kinda long lol. Also, sorry this took forever! I’ve been suuuuuper busy lately :/ I almost had it done before work picked back up, but I couldn’t figure out how to end it. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

Before the two of you started dating, Marcus had no idea that you liked him, and for good reason

You did such a good job with hiding your feelings that sometimes even you forgot they were there, which was kind of the whole point

With girls like Saya and Maria around, sending out mixed signals and dropping subtle hints that they liked Marcus, too, it was intimidating

Add Marcus’s constant cynicism about love, and life in general, into the mix, and it was clear the chances of him actually liking you back were next to nothing

So, you knew it was probably for the best to move on

You used the “if you ignore it, it’ll go away” approach in the hopes that if you simply didn’t acknowledge your feelings, the problem would disappear

All this did, however, was create a whole new issue

Somewhere along the way, you’d begun to take the thought process of ‘ignoring your crush’ too literally

You and Marcus were best friends, so when, out of the blue, you stopped talking to him, he could tell something was up

He had no clue what, though

Naturally, he assumed it was something he had done

Marcus started asking around among your mutual friends to see if they knew anything, but they were all just as out of the loop as he was

You hadn’t told anyone about your repressed feelings for Marcus, and you had no intention of letting the secret slip any time soon, but accidents happen

The truth came out one night during a game of truth or dare when you were up on the roof smoking with the Rats

Your confession came tumbling out quicker than you could even think about reeling the words back in

“You hear that, Romeo?” Billy asked, elbowing Marcus in the ribs. “Y/N’s got the hots for you”

All Marcus could do was laugh nervously as he looked down at his feet, refusing to meet your gaze

To your relief, no one brought it up again for the rest of the game

When the next day rolled around and your crush on Marcus still wasn’t the topic of conversation, you started to think that you were in the clear

Maybe they’d all been too stoned to remember when they’d woken up that morning

Your hopes were shattered by the late afternoon

As you left the bathroom, Marcus spotted you from across the hall

He quickly rushed over and caught you by the elbow, dragging you back through the doorway

“Relationships aren’t really my thing,” he said

Marcus sounded like he had more to say, but before he got the chance, you cut him off

“It’s fine,” you said. “I get it”

“No, no. I mean, I like you, Y/N, really. I just don’t wanna mess it up”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face even if you tried

“You’re not gonna mess it up”

Before either of you could say more, the bathroom door opened and Petra walked in

She glanced between the two of you knowingly

“Hate to break this up, but if I hold this piss in any longer, I’ll explode”

With that, she pushed past you both, effectively ruining the moment

It didn’t take long after that for you and Marcus to make your relationship official

‘Official’ is a bit of a loose term in this case

For the most part, both of you kept the fact that you were dating fairly under the radar for fear of what others would do with that information

In a place like King’s Dominion, something as small as caring for another person beyond using them as an ally was seen as a weakness that could and would be used against you, and the last thing either of you wanted was to be put in a situation where you were pitted against each other

Of course, there were several instances when one (or both) of you nearly blew your cover

Such as in Martial Arts class

Instead of fighting you, Marcus would try to cop a feel

You’d quickly smack his hand away

“Miss De Luca’s right there!”

“She’s not looking”

In defense of both of you, though, a class in which hormonal teenagers are asked to pair themselves up and wrestle is practically an invitation to break the ‘no sex’ rule

The other classes you shared weren’t any better

Master Lin caught you and Marcus staring at each other instead of paying attention on multiple occasions, earning both of you a smack from his cane

Although Marcus was somewhat known for his smart mouth and talking back to authority, he knew better than to challenge Lin, not mention that if he did, he’d risk exposing the two of you in the process

So, Marcus bit back his insults and held in his tirade until the two of you were safely locked away in his dorm room

“He had no right to hit you like that”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, shoving another tissue up your nose to stop the bleeding. “Besides, he does it to everyone”

“That still doesn’t give him the right”

“Next time, I’m gonna stick that cane right up his ass”

Marcus wanted to shield you from all the violence at King’s, but when it was coming from teachers, there wasn’t much he could do about it

If it was a fellow student pushing you around, on the other hand, there was no holding him back

You loved how protective Marcus was of you, but sometimes you worried that he’d get carried away

Marcus always made sure you were never around to witness the fights take place, but the scrapes and bruises on his face that hadn’t been there when you saw him that morning were all the proof you needed

In such cases, you would insist on patching him up afterwards

The first few times this happened, Marcus was embarrassed by all the attention you were giving him

After a while, though, he grew to love the feeling of having someone fuss over him, especially if it was you

It was nice to have someone care about him for a change

You weren’t much of a fighter, but making sure he didn’t get Tetanus was your way of looking out for him

When you and Marcus weren’t getting into trouble, you were actually a pretty cute couple

Your roommates became accustomed to the two of you being a package deal, which often meant sneaking into each other’s rooms after lights out

Sometimes, it was to make out, but other times, it was so you could have late night conversations that you didn’t get the chance to have during the day

The topics of these conversations varied—they could be deep and philosophical (which was Marcus’s favorite kind), an opportunity to open up to each other about yourselves and your pasts, a time to plot someone’s death (usually only theoretically), or simply joking around

After especially long days, you would accidentally drift off in the middle of these nightly chats with your head on Marcus’s chest, but he never minded

He’d pull the covers up on your side and wrap his arms more tightly around you

While both of you were perfectly capable of pulling all-nighters, whenever you fell asleep, Marcus was never far behind

The sound of your evened-out breathing was like a lullaby to him, so it was safe to say that his sleep schedule drastically improved after the two of you started dating

You’d found that you slept better with Marcus, too, so on the few nights you spent apart, you’d doze off listening to the mixtapes he’d made you in your Walkman, which were full of your favorite songs and songs that reminded him of you (though, these had quickly become your favorites, too)

It was rare that the two of you weren’t together, though

Even during the day, you and Marcus were practically joined at the hip

At lunch, you would hold hands under the table and share food

Of course, this always opened the door for plenty of teasing from your friends, especially Lex

“While you’re at it, why don’t you chew the food up for each other and pass it back and forth like little birds?”

“Fuck off, Lex”

It was always in good fun, though

Actually, the other Rats were relieved when the two of you finally got together because the weird tension that had been brewing leading up to that point went away, meaning group hangouts could carry on normally

They could overlook you sitting in Marcus’s lap if it meant you weren’t being distant and secretive

Just like they pretended not to notice when you showed up to class wearing each other’s blazers by mistake after spending the night together

Or walking in late looking ✨especially disheveled✨

All in all, you and Marcus are King’s Dominion’s cutest couple™️ that only, like, five other people know about, but still-

[tsvkishma]

you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

-

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet,  Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

-

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

-

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group. 

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

-

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!” 

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name. 

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo��s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

[aomine-ryo]

Hi can you do a jealousy headcanon for GOM? 💜

Of course! Hope you like it :)

Headcanons: GOM getting jealous

Kuroko

He doesn’t get jealous very often because he just has so much trust in you

If he ever does, he’s really subtle about it that you won’t even notice unless he tells you

He knew that he could talk to you about anything so he was never particularly uncomfortable with you being around other guys

There was a boy in your class who you had been getting quite close to

He quickly became a good friend of yours, and you’d often hang out with him when Kuroko was busy

He was objectively rather attractive, but you didn’t really see him that way because you only really had eyes for Kuroko

Kuroko wasn’t in your class so he’d sometimes see you walking around the school hallways, however more often than not, you would be with that boy

He seemed like a nice and earnest guy, which is probably why Kuroko began to feel a little threatened by him

Not knowing any better, you invited your friend to come watch one of Kuroko’s practice games with you since you could use the company

Kuroko wasn’t very pleased to see him to say the least

He’d usually glance over at you during games because seeing you watching him motivated him to do better

But now when he looked at you, he’d see you talking to that boy and he’d just feel annoyed

And it definitely showed in the way he played as well because his moves became uninspired and predictable

You went to grab some food with Kuroko’s team and your friend afterwords and Kuroko would not keep his hands off of you

He’d constantly be holding your hand

And he’d leave absolutely no space between you two

Of course, you noticed all of this, but you didn’t want to bring it up in front of everyone

“Hey, so you’ve been spending a lot of time with that guy from your class, huh?” Kuroko said when the two of you were walking back home together

“Yeah, I suppose,” you shrugged, beginning to connect the dots

“Hm,” he hummed, his grip on your hand getting a bit tighter

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he mumbled

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” you grinned

His face just became red as he averted his gaze

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied almost instantly

“So that’s why you were being so touchy back there,” you giggled

“Well I was just making sure he knew that you were mine,” he said, finally deciding to give in

“For what it’s worth, you really don’t need to worry about him— I’m sure he knows.”

“I’m not a violent person but if he tries anything, let him know he can catch these hands,” he said, clenching his other fist and holding it up

“Tetsu, he’s twice your size, but sure.”

Kise

Okay so we know that Kise is really cold with people he generally doesn’t respect

Well, this coldness becomes so amplified when he sees someone he doesn’t know with you

The two of you were on a date at a cafe once and he went to the cashier to place your order while you remained seated at your table

That was when a classmate of yours spotted you and approached you

“Y/N? Didn’t expect to run into you here,” he said, grinning widely before engaging in conversation with you

Meanwhile, Kise was standing in the queue, glaring at you two

In Kise’s eyes, he was very obviously flirting with you— and he was, you just didn’t realise it

Every moment that he looked at you two angered him more and more

The damn boy even made himself comfortable by taking Kise’s seat

Was what he said so funny that you needed to be giggling like that?

Kise hastily placed his order and then stormed over to your table, not bothering to wait for your food

The boy was just about to reach out to touch you when Kise slammed his hand down on the table, startling both of you

He didn’t intend to do it with so much force but it just happened and he didn’t care

“Hey Y/N-cchi, who’s this?” Kise snarled, voice calm but menacing at the same time

“Oh hey Ryouta, this is Satou, a classmate of mine,” you introduced innocently

“Hi there,” Kise said, flashing him a fake smile and not even bothering to register his name in his head, “Y/N-cchi and I are kind of on a date right now, and you’re in my seat.”

Kise took your hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it tight, making the jealousy much more obvious to you

Your classmate visibly showed his annoyance through an eye roll as he stood up from Kise’s seat

“Alright,” he sighed. “See you around, Y/N.”

His and Kise’s eyes were shooting daggers at each other at this point

“Sure you will,” Kise mumbled sarcastically as he watched him walk off

“Babe they’ve been waving at you from the counter for the past two minutes now, trying to get your attention,” you pointed out, looking at the worker who was just about to give up and bring the order to you herself

“Ah crap,” Kise muttered before rushing over to meet the worker halfway and apologise

“I think someone got a bit carried away with their jealousy, don’t you think?” you said once he got back

“Tch, the guy goes to our school. He should know that you’re mine by now. Yet he still thought he had a shot, what an idiot,” Kise scoffed, just the thought of the boy talking to you getting him riled up again

“You’re intimidating when you’re jealous, it’s weird.”

“Weird? I can be intimidating! Why is that weird?” Kise pouted, switching back to his usual eccentric self

“Because you still sleep with stuffed animals, Ryouta,” you giggled

“And so do you, what’s your point?”

Midorima

So he’s not one to really initiate things like PDA

He’s the kind of guy that just holds your hand in public and that’s about it

However when he gets jealous, he becomes a whole other type of possessive

You’d be hanging out with him and a few of your friends from school

And one of the guys would constantly flirt with you

You didn’t really think too much of it because you thought he was just being friendly

But between the flirtatious teasing and unnecessary touching, Midorima was slowly losing his patience

He’d be really subtle at first

He’d hold your hand a bit tighter and hold you by your waist every now and then, all while eyeing the guy down in hopes that he’d get the message

Obviously, it wasn’t enough because he’d barely even notice Midorima and would continue chatting away with you as if your boyfriend wasn’t right there

“Hey Y/N, do you wanna go to that manga store over there together?” your friend said, seemingly inviting only you even though there were five other people in your group

“Actually, Y/N and I were just planning on leaving, sorry,” Midorima intervened, the ‘sorry’ oozing with so much sarcasm that it was clear that he really didn’t like the guy

“Oh already? You don’t have to leave just because Midorima is, you know,” your friend said

Hahaha it took everything in Midorima to not send him flying like his three pointers

“Excuse me? I think you’re crossing the line there a bit, don’t you think—“

“It’s getting pretty late, we should get going,” you said quickly before things could escalate

After shooting one last glare at your friend, Midorima walked away with you

“The nerve of that guy— unbelievable,” Midorima sighed

“I thought you were going to punch him or something, that’s why I stopped you so quickly,” you giggled

“Honestly, I might have,” Midorima chuckled. “How are you even friends with someone like him?”

“I guess he’s just friendly,” you shrugged. “Looks like someone was a bit jealous though.”

“Please, why would I be jealous of an idiot like him,” Midorima scoffed

He’d never admit to an emotion like jealousy— ever

Aomine

Oh god this boy does not handle jealousy well

He would 100% break someone’s nose if he feels like they’re getting too close

The two of you were at a party once and Aomine decided to take a break from dancing for a moment to grab a drink

So he was leaning against the wall sipping on his drink while watching you on the dance floor

Of course, he wasn’t very pleased to find you dancing with some other guy

Aomine recognised him as someone who went to your school, so he very well could just be a friend of yours

However that didn’t stop him from feeling a growing amount of jealousy as each moment passed

Did you really need to be dancing that close to him?

Aomine should be the only one you dance like that with

He was already a bit tipsy so he may not have been thinking straight

But he completely lost it when he saw your bodies swaying so carelessly together

Next thing he knew, he was storming over to the dance floor

You didn’t even notice him until you were suddenly ripped away from the boy you were previously dancing with

And once again you were dancing with Aomine

He was holding your waist tight and his face was as close as ever

“What do you think you’re doing dancing like that with someone else?” Aomine growled

“Why? Is someone jealous?” you joked as you continued to move along with him to the music

“Don’t tease around like that. You’re all mine, don’t you realise?” he grinned, shoving his lips onto yours before you could say another word

The kiss was desperate and heavy, and as a result, sloppy— not that you minded too much

After seeing that act, the guy from earlier backed off, though you didn’t even notice or care for that matter

I mean, why would you care about any other guy when Aomine Daiki was in front of you?

Murasakibara

He gets jealous very easily

He’s like a child when it comes to most things— he doesn’t share

You’ve had your fair share of encounters with other guys that ended with Murasakibara scaring them off

The two of you were seated on the couch together on your phones

There was absolutely no reason for Murasakibara to have come over to your house just to be on his phone, but he just enjoyed your presence

You were scrolling through TikTok because you’d run out of things to do

You landed on a video of these two shirtless boys dancing to a song that you liked so you just watched for the hell of it

You started scrolling through the comments while the video kept replaying, garnering Murasakibara’s attention

The second he saw what you were watching his possessiveness just kicked in

“You really like watching those boys, huh?” he said, glaring at the boys as if they could see through the screen

“Not really, I just like the song,” you shrugged before turning to him with a smirk, “why? Are you jealous?”

“Well if it means I can get more of your attention then sure, I guess I’m jealous,” he answered simply. “Do I have to take my shirt off and do a dance too?”

“I wasn’t going to say that, but now that you mention it, I’d love to see it,” you giggled

Next thing you knew, he wrapped his arms around you, sending you toppling back onto the couch

“Too bad I can’t dance, I guess you’ll have to make do with some kisses for now,” he said softly, making your heart flutter

“Ah dammit, I wanted to see you dance,” you sighed, pretending to be disappointed

“Shut up,” he groaned, before pressing his lips against yours

This was what he was usually like when he got jealous though

He wouldn’t necessarily get angry or anything like that unless a guy was relentlessly hitting on you

But he’d just become really lovey and clingy just as a way of reminding you that it was him who’d love you the most

Akashi

We all know he’s a classy gentleman

So you can’t expect any dramatic outbursts from him when he gets jealous

He’s always able to keep a calm and composed exterior (not that that’s ever stopped anyone from feeling threatened by him)

Anyone who knew Akashi knew never to mess with him

And they especially knew how much he valued you so one step too far would probably lead to their demise

However, there was one boy at a dinner party you both attended who somehow didn’t get the memo

You ended up being seated in the middle of him and Akashi, which gave him the opportunity to chat with you as much as he liked

Of course, Akashi wasn’t the most pleased to hear what he had to say to you

It was very obviously some awful flirting

You just thought he was being friendly so you entertained his conversation

“Y/N, maybe you should stop chatting and eat— your food is getting cold,” Akashi said in attempt to get him to stop— it was getting frustrating at this point

For the rest of the night, Akashi remained clung onto you with his arm around your waist, monitoring every movement of that boy

It was particularly strange because Akashi was the type to mingle at events like these so you knew something was wrong

Akashi’s cold gaze seemed to be enough to make the guy keep his distance though

Akashi is just too powerful lmao

Once the two of you got back home, Akashi pounced to kiss you almost immediately

“Woah what was that for?” you asked when you pulled away from the kiss that seemed so urgent

“You looked gorgeous tonight, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Akashi said sweetly

“Aww, thank you, Sei.”

“A lot of people seemed to think so too by the looks of it. Especially that guy that sat next to you at the table,” Akashi pointed out

“Oh. Did you get jealous or something?” you questioned

“Well, yes. I want to be the only one looking at you like that. But I guess it can’t be helped sometimes,” he said, body still as close to yours as ever

“You’re the only one I want so you don’t have to worry for even a moment,” you said reassuringly

“Then that’s all that matters,” Akashi said with a smile before pulling you in for a soft kiss filled with nothing but adoration

[soulmate-game]

Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

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“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”