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Reflections

Chapter Nine

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: language, fluff, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Mia spent the rest of the day distracted, which didn't help when she attempted to read Henry's list. The man had chicken scratch for writing, making deciphering it - and his Scottish colloquialisms - damn near impossible. Thankfully, she'd fed the ducks, geese, and chickens before; the horses were waiting at the gate when it was time to come in for their evening feed, and the dog food was a quick scoop for the pair of good boys.

And, as Henry was gone and they usually bunked with him for the night, she convinced Cora to let them in the house so they could curl up at her feet while she watched her evening telly. As long as they left the kittens alone, they were welcome. The kittens were not so convinced, but neither dog paid them any mind, happy to sprawl out on the floor before the fire.

"If ye dinnae come back after dinner, ye best text me so I can look after the critters." Cora cackled as Mia clicked her way into the room on short heels.

The older woman was intent on the television, but when Mia cleared her throat, Cora glanced in her direction, looked back at the television, then whipped around and whistled, causing the dogs to lift their heads and look at her. "My, my. Ye clean up good, lass."

Mia ran her hand down the front of her dress. It was a silk wrap dress she wouldn't in a million years have ever considered buying before Ivy talked her into it. With flirty cap sleeves, a knee-length hem, and tiny gold details on the sleeve cuff, she looked at it on the rack and thought there was no way it would look good on her, but Ivy refused to be denied, saying the colour would be glorious with her hair. Mia was more worried about the fit, but the dress had some sort of magic to it, for when she put it on and tied the fancy bows, it surprised her. That it was Marvel Loki green and made her hair glow like burnished copper didn't hurt either.

Her skin shimmered lightly thanks to the moisturizer - also insisted on by Ivy - and she'd taken the time to curl and pin back her hair, apply a smokey eye and gloss her lips, and paint her nails a pastel pink she knew would last until tomorrow when it chipped off with the first scoop of a manure shovel.

Her necklace was a simple golden chain with a gold heart with so much sentimental value it was priceless, while small gold hoops dangled from her ears.

"I look alright?" Mia asked, more out of nervousness than any real fear she didn't.

"Hot damn!" Cora cried, giving her two thumbs up.

Mia laughed, then breathed out slowly, attempting to calm herself.

"Jeez, why are ye so nervous? Ye've already tasted his tonsils. This is just dinner," Cora huffed. "Maybe ye get lucky and have a wee snog in the car, but ye dinnae have to jump his bones if yer not ready."

"Cora," Mia groaned, placing the coat on her arm on the end of the sofa so she could fix the strap on her austere black heel.

"What?" she practically yelled, clearly exasperated.

"I really like him, okay!" Mia shouted as she crouched down. "And it makes me nervous."

"Well, that's good, as I find I'm terribly fond of you too, darling, and I'm happy to see I'm not the only one nervous."

Mia froze, all but her blood that drained from her face, leaving her light-headed before it rushed back in and blazed brightly in her cheeks.

"Fuck, you could have said he was already here!" she hissed at Cora before rising and turning toward Tom, who leaned against the wall with a tender smile.

Dear Gods. The look of him was something else, all long and lean, in a suit that had to be bespoke as nothing off the rack would fit that well. It was a blue pinstripe that complemented his eyes, his shirt a pale pastel blue, shoes shiny black and tie in navy with opposing stripes.

His smile turned appreciative as it swept from her feet to her face, softening with understanding as he pushed from the wall to cross to her and take her face between his hands. He didn't walk; he prowled with a lazy kind of grace that screamed predator. It was a walk she recognized, having seen it before on the movie screen when he played Loki.

The man should be illegal.

His lips were whisper soft when they glided over hers. "Don't be embarrassed, love. I let myself in when I saw Cora curled up through the window. I didn't mean to catch you unaware, but I am glad I'm not the only one feeling this pull."

"Tom." She sighed, stroking his chest. The cloth beneath her fingers even felt expensive, making her want to keep petting him until she purred.

His lips skimmed slowly to capture and pull on her ear before he whispered, "You're wearing my colour."

"Not yours. Loki's," she whimpered, lashes fluttering as her pulse quickened.

"Mine," he growled. "It was my part. Have you forgotten? Must I remind you? Should I command you to kneel?"

Her knees buckled, but he caught her before she could do more than sag into him. "You're a cruel man."

He chuckled softly. "But I could be such a benevolent ruler."

"Keep flirtin', and yer gonna miss dinner," Cora quipped, smirking at them.

Tom cleared his throat and took a step back. "You look lovely," he murmured, retrieving her coat and helping her into it, even pulling her hair from the back.

"Thank you." Mia shivered at the brush of his knuckles over her nape and collected her purse. She glanced at the grinning Cora and said, "Don't wait up."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Have fun, but not too much fun! Remember what I said!"

Mia blushed again, causing Cora to cackle like a lunatic and Mia to rush Tom to the door before he could ask questions.

Once outside, with Cora's laughter firmly shut inside, Tom took her hand and led her to the car.

"Do I want to know what she's on about?" he asked, holding the door for Mia as she slid inside.

"No, you do not." Mia chuckled, admiring the butter-soft leather of the vehicle when he shut her in before hurrying around to the driver's side. "Nice car." She smiled when he slid in beside her.

The caramel leather and swanky interior of the sporty white car said it was something fancy, but she wasn't exactly a car girl until she looked over and saw the symbol of the leaping cat on the steering wheel and when Tom started the car, it freaking purred.

"No way. This is a Jaguar!" she gasped, almost afraid to move.

He laughed. "It is. It's my fancy show-off car. Do you like it?"

Mia nodded, though she wasn't sure if she should wiggle deeper into the plush seat, stroke it like the cat it was named after, or ask the burning question on the tip of her tongue. She didn't know exactly what a car like this cost but knew it was well into six figures.

He glanced at her and shook his head. "You really don't know the body of my work outside Loki, do you?"

Mia shook her head, entranced by all the fancy lights on his dashboard. "Only what I've Googled, but I'm not much for movies. I watched The Hollow Crown, or most of it, with Cora yesterday."

"Most of it?" He gasped. "Should I be insulted that I can't seem to hold your interest outside of the one part?" he teased.

She scoffed. "Let me assuage your fears. It had nothing to do with your performance and everything to do with Cora and her inappropriate stories."

He shot her a boyish grin. "Cora tells naughty stories?"

"You have no idea." Mia snickered. "And let's just say I didn't need any clarification on her liberal use of Scottish slang for the obscene bits."

Tom burst out laughing. "Brilliant! I love that woman."

"So do I," Mia agreed, finally giving in and running her fingers over the dash.

"Ah, well, you wouldn't know about Jaguar's Good To Be Bad commercials then. I was in three, the last with Ben Kingsley and Mark Strong."

"Ben Kingsley! Sir Ben Kingsley, the guy who played Ghandi?" Mia gasped. "Wait, he did a commercial?"

Tom chuckled and shook his head. "Of course, you would know Ben. Yes, but once you see them, you'll understand why. They were very… villainous. I think you'd like them."

The look he sent her caused Mia to squeeze her thighs together.

"Part of the deal was a car. This car. When everything went tits up after our parents died, I sold it, but when Kip's star began to rise, he bought it back for me. Insisted on it, though I cussed him out for spending the money."

"The same car? He bought the same car, not a similar one?"

"I was fortunate enough to sell it to a friend. He was kind enough to sell it back." He smiled fondly.

"Pretty good friend."

He glanced at her again as he drove along the winding roads. "He is. He and his wife have remained close, and I'm grateful for their friendship. I don't suppose the name Benedict Cumberbatch means anything to you?"

Mia's jaw dropped. "You know Sherlock Holmes?"

Tom groaned. "Why? Why is it only me you know nothing of?"

"Hey, I didn't know who Kip was either, even worse than you. At least I admired you."

He sent her a sultry smile. "Yes, you do admire me don't you?"

Mia blushed and changed the subject. "Was that the last job you took?"

"Coriolanus, actually. The ads were for the Super Bowl, so they were filmed long before, but I was performing at the Donmar Warehouse from December through February when the news came. I loved standing on that stage, performing live. Theatre was my first great love." He sighed. "Their death came only days after my last performance."

She reached over and curled her hand over his on the gear shift. "I'm sorry, Tom. Both for their loss and for yours. I can tell you miss it, acting."

"I do, but we would have lost Highpark. My family will always come first, not only as a duty but also because many depend on us. My father, for all his good traits, was a poor businessman. He preferred to spend and damn the consequences, no matter who it hurt in the end."

The bitterness didn't go unnoticed, though he tried to hide it with a flash of a smile.

Mia let it go unacknowledged, drifting her fingers down the back of his hand and around to circle his wrist, where she lightly stroked his pulse point. "There is one thing I don't like about your car."

"How could you not like something in this car?" he muttered.

She glanced pointedly behind them. "No back seat." She let that sit for a beat as his pulse jumped under her fingers. "And really, the consul makes any front-seat shenanigans difficult." It jumped again and beat hard, making her bite her cheek to keep a straight face.

"You are a cruel woman," he growled, shifting just a little to spread his thighs.

"Payback can be a real bitch." She chuckled, settling in to enjoy the drive.

The restaurant was quaint. It was small, the lighting dim, and the seating secluded.

It was definitely a date place.

Mia looked around and found only other couples in singles or pairs as they were led to a table set back in an alcove where the hostess waited to take Mia's coat, pour glasses of water, and leave them with their menus. As she walked away, she pulled a cord that dropped half the swept-back curtain, closing out the restaurant without completely closing them in.

She smirked at the stripped, tasselled addition and arched a brow in amusement. "Swanky."

Tom snickered. "I may have called ahead and called in a favour to get us this table. It's usually reserved well in advance, but the owner is a friend and made an exception."

"And the people who were supposed to have this table?" she asked, wondering if they'd ruined someone else's special occasion.

"Agreed to come at a later date and have their dinner comped. They were happy with the arrangement, and so was I."

Mia smiled, glad it seemed so easy and picked up the menu. "So, you know the owner?"

"We were mates at Uni. He was rubbish at acting but amazing in the kitchen. Eventually, he went to Paris and trained there, but he wanted to come home and start this." Tom waved at the walls. "It's very exclusive, and people come from London, Edinburgh, all over really to eat here."

"I'm impressed." And she was. As she read through the menu, she grew even more so. Everything sounded delicious.

As she was about to ask what Tom would recommend, the curtain swept back to reveal a large, portly, grinning man.

"Thomas!"

"Malcolm!" Tom smiled, rising to do the manly shake and shoulder hug. "It's good to see you."

"As it's been years since ye've bothered to make the drive, yer damn right it's good to see me," Malcolm blustered. "And ye, calling in a favour without so much as a by the by." Then he turned to her, eyes bright with teasing laughter. "But with such a bonny companion, I canna blame ye for doin' all that beggin'."

Tom huffed. "I didn't beg. I requested assistance."

Malcolm leaned down and whispered, "Begged. Almost in tears, he was."

Mia snickered. "I could see it."

"Camila!" Tom gasped, but his smile said he didn't mind her teasing.

"Camila, is it? A bonny name for a bonny lass." Malcolm took her hand and kissed her knuckles like something out of a rakish fantasy novel.

"Leave off flirting with my date, please," Tom grumbled.

"Oi, territorial, are we?" Malcolm snickered. "She must be mighty special this one."

Mia blushed and glanced at Tom, only to find him staring at her intently.

"Very much so," Tom agreed, his foot sliding against her ankle.

Malcolm beamed. "I'll take those." He plucked the menu from Mia's fingers and snagged Tom's off the table. "Tonight, ye eat what ye get. Allergies?"

Mia shook her head, an action mirrored by Tom.

"I ken ye've none. Ye ate everything and anything put before you for years!" Malcolm muttered as he walked off.

"You have an interesting friend." Mia chuckled.

"He's something at any rate," Tom agreed.

"Well? Should we get the tough questions out of the way?" Mia asked, finding his calf with the toe of her shoe.

He arched a brow. "And those would be?"

"Favourite artist, movie, and colour."

Tom shook his head. "And here I expected you to lead with hockey team. Are you Canadians not known to be wild for hockey?"

Mia rolled her eyes. "Sure, for some people. I never got into hockey, not really. I'll watch it and cheer if it's on the TV, but I'd rather go paint or read."

"That doesn't surprise me." He chuckled. "Rodin, Heat, and blue or red."

"Why Rodin?" she asked.

"I like the movement in the work. Other artists can create beautiful works of rock, but something about his, perhaps the roughness of the piece rising from unfinished stone, evokes this deeply provocative feeling. It is like looking at emotion rather than seeing the person feeling it."

Mia leaned closer, fascinated by his insight. "Your favourite piece?"

"The Eternal Idol." The intensity was back as he leaned toward her. "I love the language of it. It is worshipful, languid, serene and stunningly sensual. He is enamoured of her, desperate to show her, but afraid to touch the object of his desire. And she, the way Rodin cast her face in this breathless moment of utter adoration as she gazes tenderly down on him. I did not know one could capture love in stone until I first laid eyes on the piece."

"Tom," she whispered, enchanted.

He caressed her cheek. "She is perfection."

Mia couldn't tell if he still spoke of the statue or not and cleared her throat.

He grinned and sat back. "Same questions."

It was an out from the thickening tension, and Mia seized it with both hands. "Van Gogh, The Fifth Element, and green."

"Van Gogh? Really?"

She frowned. "What's wrong with Van Gogh?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. I just expected something a little more obscure, perhaps someone less well known."

"I have others that I like, but his style inspired my own. With a little Andy Warhol thrown in."

"That I can see," he agreed. "But I must admit I have never seen - nor I think heard of - the movie you picked."

Mia shook her head and grinned wryly. "It's a guilty pleasure. This very colourful, neon, sci-fi action movie starring Bruce Willis, Mia Jovovich, and Chris Tucker. It's your typical hero/heroine, save the world, fall in love, and have a happy ending."

Amusement danced in his eyes. "You'll have to show it to me."

"Only if you promise not to make fun of me for it."

"I make no promises." He chuckled. "But I will do my best."

The curtain twitched back as the waitress arrived with a bottle of wine, compliments of Malcolm. Tom stopped her at half-pour, indicating he was driving, but Mia accepted a full glass. The waitress left the bottle and slipped away.

"You can't make fun of it," Mia insisted. "It's my tub movie, and if you spoil that for me, I'll never forgive you."

Tom leaned forward again, bracing his forearms on the table. "What, pray tell, is a tub movie?"

"It's the movie I watch in the bathtub." When he only grinned at her, she shrugged. "What? Like you don't watch a movie or read a book in the bathtub."

"Can't say I'm overly fond of baths. I'm more of a shower man."

"Maybe you're doing them wrong," she quipped.

His smile widened. "Is that an invitation to see how one has a proper bath?"

Mia smirked over the lip of her wine glass and ran her foot up his calf. "Play your cards right, and we'll see."

"Don't tempt me, love," he purred, shooting heat to her core.

She swallowed and set her glass on the table before leaning in again. "I do what I want, pet."

His eyes darkened. "Naughty girl. Don't start something I can't finish, Mia."

"But we've established that I'm well acquainted with mischief," she whispered, her grin widening.

"Darling," he crooned, his gaze drifting down to her cleavage and back up, sparking fires in his wake. "If you keep this up, I will pull your chair over here, slide my hand beneath your skirt, and tease what I can only imagine is a very wet cunt until dinner arrives."

She gasped, excitement adding to the wetness he threatened to find for himself.

"Fuck, woman," he growled.

She was moments away from moving her chair herself when Malcolm returned with appetizers.

He paused as he took them in and asked, "Am I interrupting?"

"No," Mia murmured as Tom growled, "Yes."

Malcolm snickered. "Ye want me to close the other curtain?"

Mia blushed but laughed and shook her head. "Tom was just saying he's ravenous. Thank you for the food."

"I don't think it was the food he was after," Malcolm snickered but made himself scarce.

"It wasn't," Tom agreed, shifting his chair to the side to grab Mia's seat and scoot her closer to him at the round table.

The loud scrape of her chair made Mia laugh. "Discrete."

He leaned in and kissed her where her neck and shoulder met. "Discretion is what the tablecloth is for."

His hand was already sliding up her thigh, but Mia stopped him. "Tom."

"Too fast?"

"A little. I know I'm just as bad." She sighed. "I'll tone down the teasing."

"Please don't." He smirked, squeezing her hand.

Mia shot him a grateful glance. "Maybe it's pitiful, but Colt was my only relationship. Shifting back into dating after five, well four really, years is an adjustment."

His arm found the back of her chair as they shared the tasty appetizers. "How long has it been since you and he split up?"

"Emotionally? Over a year. In reality, a week before I moved here, but we weren't intimate anymore. We were pretty much roommates pretending to be more."

"And he hasn't reached out? Not even to apologize?"

Mia shook her head. "I told him not to. We were done, had been for a long time, and what he did was unforgivable. I had Fergus return the ring when I realized I was still wearing it. By now, I'm sure he's moved on." She tilted her head to look at Tom. "And so am I."

"Good," he murmured, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. "He didn't deserve you. He had no idea the treasure he discarded."

She turned into him and kissed him sweetly before breaking away. "What about you? When was your last relationship?"

"Serious?" He hummed and chewed as he thought. "Before I did Coriolanus, so twenty-thirteen.

Mia froze before looking at him in shock. "Ten… ten years?"

He grinned a little sheepish and embarrassed. "Well, between the disaster that was Highpark, my parent's death, the loss of my career, and then the virus, it became rather insignificant. Dating as a rising star isn't without its pitfalls either, so even before, my serious relationships were few and far between. I had dalliances, but they never lasted, which worked for both parties at the time."

"I'm sorry, that was judgy of me. You didn't gasp when I said I've only been with one man."

This time, he froze before looking at her in bafflement. "Only? As in first and only?"

Mia blushed and nodded. "I… didn't have time to focus on work, living, school, all that and men. The only person I had to count on was me, so if I fucked up, I didn't eat, or have heat, or any number of bad things."

"So you began dating in university?"

She nodded. "Friends first, then dating. He convinced me to move in with him before the pandemic."

He was quiet for a moment before he said, "I can't say I'm sorry it didn't work out because I'm not. You're here with me because he couldn't see how incredible you are."

She smiled. "Even if I talk to Loki?"

He laughed and rested his forehead against hers. "Especially for that. Though I must admit, I spoke to him yesterday after you left."

"You did?" she whispered, surprised and humbled that he believed her so completely.

"Maybe we're both mad." He brushed his nose along hers. "But I thanked him… for saving a special child so she could grow into an exquisite woman."

"Tom," she breathed, utterly overwhelmed.

He cupped her face and held her still as their speeding breaths mingled before he captured her lips in a tender kiss she felt seep into her bones.

A throat cleared.

They broke apart like guilty teenagers for the second time today.

"I do appear to have poor timing." Malcolm grinned, setting a plate in front of each of them. "Enjoy. And Tommy, old boy, remember. It's a curtain, not a wall."

"Fuck off!" Tom snarled.

Malcolm's booming laughter followed him back to the kitchen.

Mia giggled and dug into her salad.

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#reflections #au tom hiddleston fiction #rpf #real people fiction #tom hiddleston

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howl-at--the-sun · 2 years

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@goosekee here you go!

disclaimer: Yes I am posting a christmas fic in August. This was written last year but I wasn't brave enough to post it until now

Title: Tis The Season

Relationships: Legend & The Chain

Description: For the first time in his life, Legend wanted to study. Unfortunately, his brothers were making that very hard to do.

Legend just wanted to study. That was all he wanted to do right now. Sit down and study for the upcoming finals and finally get around to completing the ridiculous amount of missed assignments he had. Insead he was slouching in his chair and blasting distractingly loud music in an attempt to tune out the other, much more distracting music coming from outside his room. Legend didn’t know the song that was being played, but from past experiences he could say that it was probably nothing good.

For a split second, Legend’s room went blissfully quiet before another song started up even louder. Legend swore, pulled off his headphones, and stalked over to the door with the express intent to yell at whomever had been blasting this annoying music for hours on end.

Legend twisted his doorknob with more fury than it probably needed and was immediately hit in the face with 80 decibels of Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You, with accompanying tone deaf singing courtesy of his brothers.

“Cause baby all I want for Christmas is youuuuuuuuu!” Warriors practically shouted, using his hairbrush as a fake mic like he was the star of some shitty teen movie. Wild whooped and picked up the next verse, his singing only marginally better then the scarf clad teen next to him.

“What in god’s name is going on here!” Legend screamed, wrecking his vocal cords in an attempt to drown out the music.

Wild and Warriors noticed his arrival and Legend was pretty sure Wild said something, but the music swallowed his voice and Legend was left with nothing but a slowly growing headache.

“What?!” He shouted. Warriors said something back but Legend couldn't hear him. Shooting his brothers an absolutely murderous glare, Legend pulled out his phone and texted Warriors in all caps to stop playing that fucking music. The reply he got was a shake of the head and an all caps NOPE.

Legend was past annoyance. He was past rage. He was onto scalding, seething fury. With a growl, he turned on his heels and stalked towards the kitchen, where he knew his final weapon would be.

Time leaned against the counter with a mug in his hand and he shot Legend a confused glance when the pink haired teen arrived.

“Legend” He shouted over the music. “I thought you were studying”

“I was trying to, but I need you to shut the fucking music off so I can concentrate” Legend yelled back.

“What music?” Time called in reply.

“Wha-” Legend paused. “What music? The music that’s on blast right now!”

Time shook his head. “I don’t hear any music. Can you hear music?”

Legend’s brows knit together in confusion before he spotted the mug Time was holding, a red background decorated with Santa and nine reindeer. Looking closer, Legend could see that Time’s entire outfit was Christmas themed, candy cane socks with the ugly Christmas sweater Twi had brought for him last year, and a headband with reindeer antlers.

“Oh hell, you’re in on this too!” Legend exclaimed.

“In on what?” Time asked innocently, but Legend saw the way that his mouth quirked upwards when he went to take a drink out of his mug.

“People, IT IS THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER!” Legend screeched. “It is almost two months until Christmas! Thanksgiving is soon, maybe get excited for that!”

“Actually, Thanksgiving is a largely fictional holiday that erases the bloody history of settlers massacring Native American tribes and promotes a false narrative of peace and kindness to prevent white people from looking deeper in the genocide created by the founding of this nation,” Four said without looking up from his book. He was leaning on the counter next to Time and Legend noticed that he was wearing earplugs.

“I know that Thanksgiving is a shitty holiday but it would make more sense to celebrate a holiday that is in four weeks than one that is in two months!” Legend replied.

Four just shrugged and returned to his book, leaving Legend stranded in a war zone with no real allies. All that was left was his last resort.

“Fine” Legend snarled. “You’ve left me no choice”

He stalked back towards the speaker, which was now blasting Jingle Bells, and pulled the plug out of the wall with a satisfying pop. The music abruptly cut off mid verse and Warriors and Wild looked up at him in shock.

“You’re welcome,'' Legend said with a bit more malice than was probably necessary and stomped back to his room, finally able to enjoy some peace and quiet.

#man this is old #suprisingly its one of the fics i like the most #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #levis speaks #levis writes

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j-ut-da-e · 1 year

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Heart of Hearts

Chapter 1 (1/2) - EMPTY TOKYO空の東京

Summary - To cap off the worst year of her life, Kutsuki Hotaru is thrown into an unknown world where everyone in Tokyo has disappeared. She's forced to play games to survive and dark memories catch up to her. Can some coincidental encounters with someone from her real life help her escape from the Borderlands?

Pairing - Chishiya Shuntaro x FEM!OC

Word Count - 1385

Warnings - minimal editing, slow burn, aib warnings (blood, murder, fear, etc), cursing, panic attack, lmk if I missed anything

A/N - I've been going back and forth on whether or not I should post this so here you go 🤲🏻

Masterlist

The ringing in her ears had barely gone before she opened her eyes again. Phone still in hand, her eyes flick to the unfinished message in her text bar;

At Shibuya Crossing now, I have something important t

Despite the heat, a cold sweat forms all over Hotaru's body. Shibuya is empty. Completely empty. She spins around, hoping but not expecting anyone to be there. She pushes her bangs off her forehead, looking back at her phone. No service, no internet.

Tears prick her eyes and she shouts, “Hello?”

Chest tight, she shoves her phone into her shorts pocket and takes off running. Trying to figure out where to find someone, anyone else. She keeps screaming Hello and asking if anyone is there as she passes buildings and runs down alleys.

“What the fuck is going on…?” she pants to herself. She rests her hands on her knees, long ponytail falling forward.

She grabs her phone checking for service again. Despite herself, Hotaru clicks her mother’s picture from their conversation and calls her. The phone drones on as she lightly bites her nail. Call disconnected.

She screams in frustration, throwing her phone into the wall in front of her, “What the fuck!”

A shock of pain runs up her leg as she kicks the wall behind her. Not a dream then? She thinks, wincing. The tears that had formed almost an hour ago now finally spilled. She rakes her fingers through her hair before pulling it and sliding down the wall.

She could feel her body getting hot and her chest tightening. She rips off her Hawaiian shirt and covers her face. Inhaling through the fabric slowing her breathing.

The pressure behind her eyes started dissipating and the feeling started coming back to her legs. She raises her head and deeply inhales, tracing over one of her many tattoos. The sun is setting now. At least it wasn't fully dark yet, who knew if the street lights would work.

After wiping her face Hotaru stands. She shrugs her shirt back on and picks up her now-cracked phone. Sighing, she starts heading back to Shibuya crossing.

"It can't be an evacuation or drill of some kind," she thinks aloud, flipping her phone in her hand, "No one would be able to get that many people out that quick. Unless I fainted standing up they couldn't have pulled that off. And if it was a weapon then why didn't it kill me too?"

She stops and lays down where she was standing earlier in the crossing. Taking out her ponytail, she lays her head down and looks up at the stars. The sky was so incredibly clear. It reminded her of her mom's old house in the country.

A loud thunk rings out as light floods from Hotaru's right. She props herself up on her elbow, covering her eyes with her other hand. A big screen in the square was lit up in blinding white light. Another thunk sounds and words appear on the screen.

[ WELCOME, PLAYERS ]

[ THE GAME WILL COMMENCE IN A MOMENT ]

"Game?"

[ THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA ]

The screens display an arrow pointing to the left. She looks and screens light up along the street, all saying that the “arena” was in that direction. Her eyes finally adjust to the light and she stands, dusting herself off.

"There has to be someone there."

🃏

After a few minutes of walking, Hotaru sees a screen saying;

[SHIBUYA JUNIOR AND SENIOR HIGHSCHOOL THIS WAY]

[GAME ARENA THIS WAY]

She hums to herself, "A high school?"

She shoves the front door open and walks through a lighted hallway. Voices grow louder as she gets closer to the cafeteria. She almost starts to run towards the noise.

Around the corner, there are eight people gathered around a table. Four phones are scattered across the table in seemingly random locations. There is a sign hanging from the table;

[ONE PER PERSON]

Shaking her head quickly she walks up and grabs a phone. The screen lights up and it reads;

[FACIAL RECOGNITION IN PROGRESS]

[KUTSUKI HOTARU]

[ PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT ]

A female voice speaks from everyone's phone, "Please wait for the game to commence. One minute until registration closes. There are currently nine participants."

Her eyebrows raise and she goes to a back wall. She lifts her eyes and scans the other people in the room. Two men sat to her left, talking to each other nonchalantly. In front of her, huddled around the table was an older woman in a sweat suit, a couple in high school uniforms, and two girls clinging to each other, they had bruises all over their legs and one had a black eye. Leaning on the wall perpendicular to her was a lone, younger man.

The older woman in the sweat suit speaks up, her voice shaking, "I'm sorry, does anyone know what's going on? Where did everyone go?"

"I don't think anyone knows," the girl with the black eye says, "We've been here for 3 days now, all we know is you have to play the games…or you die," the other girl starts quietly crying.

"What do you mean, we die?" The high school boy asks.

"If you leave the game arena, if you refuse to play, if you lose the game, you die."

Everyone is silent for a moment before the high school girl asks, "What if we win?"

Hotaru feels a presence lean on the wall next to her as the group continues talking, "How long have you been here?" She turns and sees the younger man next to her.

"A few hours. This is my first game, not sure if it's a good idea to broadcast that I'm new, though."

He lets out a dry laugh, "You're right about that, at my first game when people found out I was new, they left me to fend for myself," he turns his body to face her, his long black hair falling into his face, "I'm Imai."

"Kutsuki,” She turns her attention back to her phone, “Are you going to leave me to fend for myself?"

He opens his mouth to answer, but everyone's phone screens light up, "Registration has closed. The game will now commence. Game, "Mafia"

[MAFIA]

"Difficulty, Two of Hearts."

"Two of Hearts…" she repeats to herself.

Imai leans over her shoulder to whisper in her ear, "The number is how difficult it is, the suit is the type of game. Hearts are psychological, they get into peoples’ heads.”

Her eyes slightly widen as the phone continues, "Rule, go to the office on your right and sit in one of the chairs provided. Await further instructions."

A light turns on above a door across the room. The group slowly makes their way to the room. Nine chairs sat in a circle, strange mechanisms on the backs of them. All of them sit down, and mechanical belts bind them to their chairs from behind.

Hotaru's heart drops into her stomach and her hands run over the metal. As she tries to breathe deeply, her body begins to shake. Suddenly, a hand slips into hers, she snaps her head to the left, and Imai is already looking at her. He just nods, as if to say they were okay, and squeezes her hand.

The robotic, feminine voice sounds from a speaker somewhere in the room, "Two participants will be chosen as "mafia members". The other six participants will be "villagers". Two phases will occur, day and night. Day will last 5 minutes. Night will last 1 minute. During the day, villagers will vote on one person to vote out by the majority, if someone is voted out it is game over for that person. During the night, only mafia members will be able to have their eyes open, they vote on someone to assassinate. If a villager opens their eyes during the night, it will be game over for them. If a mafia member shares their role, it will be game over for them." Everyone looks at each other, already suspecting everyone but themselves, "Game clear condition, villagers, vote out both mafia members. Game clear condition, mafia, outnumber or be equal to the villagers."

Her screen lights up again and reads;

[ROLE, VILLAGER]

She takes her hand away from Imai’s.

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✧ GET TO KNOW US ✧

We are the Puppyopolis System!

We use He/Him + They/Them + It/Itself pronouns Collectively!

The body identifies as transgender FtM & Nonbinary.

There’s are currently 2 sysmates that regress and they will be using this account!

We regress to the ages 5mths to 4yrs.

We also pet regress to many animals!

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she-who-fights-and-writes · 2 years

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Tips on How to Write Dialogue

Here's an updated version of my old post! As I've grown as a writer, I realized the wording and the tips of my old post weren't as good as they could be, so I decided to completely revamp it!

Dialogue is incredibly tricky, for both beginners and experienced writers alike. It can be too overworked, as in cluttered with speech tags and descriptions, or too bare-bones, struggling to have any liveliness.

The main reason dialogue is so difficult is because of the complexity of human communication. It's a paired dance between nonverbal and verbal communication, and how people's demeanor may or may not embody what's coming out of their mouth. Without visuals or audio at your disposal to act as an aid for the reader, writing a good, realistic conversation can be hard to get right.

Here are some tips and tricks for those who've been struggling with their dialogue!

1. Punctuate it Right

No matter how good your writing is, readers will have a tough time loving it if it's improperly punctuated. Many of us have come across fanfictions where it is near-impossible to read the dialogue, or to distinguish between the people who are speaking. But knowing all the ways not to punctuate dialogue doesn't make it easy to figure out how to do it correctly.

Here's some sample dialogue to see correct punctuation in action.

"I am speaking," Character A says with a wave.

"I am replying," answers Character B, "but I also have something to say after my speech tag."

"You do not have to put a comma at the end of your sentence if there's no speech tag." Character A winks. "If you want to, it's also okay to put a period after the interrupting phrase instead of a comma, if the next line of dialogue is a new sentence."

"There's also an exception for exclamation points!" Character B announces. "You don't need a comma after exclamation points."

Here are some more specified rules:

1. Please use quotation marks (" ") to show when someone is speaking

'This is incorrect punctuation' and -so is this- and <so is this>

2. Please don't overuse caps to show anger or shouting. Using it for emphasis during climactic moments can be great, but using too much comes across as childish.

Instead of doing this, you can put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence and strong speech tags like 'roared' or 'bellowed' or 'screeched.' Although caps may portray anger in a more literal sense, it isn't very professional if you use a lot of it.

3. You can put a period or a comma after an interruption sentence, but make sure to stay consistent.

"This is correct," she says, "It is a good way to punctuate."

"This is also correct," she says. "However, you need to stay consistent and not switch around."

"This does not apply," she says, "when the second line of dialogue is a continuation of the first and not its own sentence."

4. Start a new paragraph whenever the speaker changes

"This is very important for readers' comprehension," he says.

"If it's all one big block, how will they now which one of us is talking?" she adds.

"This isn't right," he says. "It's very confusing," she agrees.

5. If you have a very long monologue that's becoming one big block of text, you can break it up with a paragraph break. Here's how:

"I'm going to be talking for a very long time. You can skip this if you want. Really the most important part is at the end of this paragraph. You should probably skip to that. These words are just to take up space. You're still here? Aww, thank you for listening to me, but this is just an example. Normally this paragraph would be a lot longer, but I'm keeping it short so that I don't take up that much room.

"See what I did there? I didn't use a quotation mark at the end of the first paragraph, but began the second paragraph with a quotation. That way, you don't think the person has stopped speaking."

2. Try Cutting Down Your Speech Tags if Your Dialogue Feels Cluttered or Stilted

I know it’s a groaner; seemingly every writing advice blog says this. Don’t worry, I get it.

If you don’t know what a speech tag is, it’s a verb (usually paired with a name or pronoun) after a line of dialogue to describe how a character is saying that certain line of dialogue.

(Example: “I don’t want to go,” she argued.)

You can find my master list of speech tags here.

Speech tags can be an incredible resource, and can really help kick your dialogue up to the next level, but if they're overused, they can get in the way.

If your dialogue is coming off very stilted and unnatural, then too many speech tags might be the cause.

Look through your work, considering each case on an individual basis, and try eliminating unnecessary speech tags depending on what you think best fits your story.

For example:

“Shut up!” she shouted.

This isn’t necessarily a bad example, not by a long shot. But if you’re having trouble with rhythm in this particular section of your story, maybe consider taking out the ‘she shouted’ part. With the exclamation point, we can assume she shouted the line.

Also, dialogue between two people can have less speech tags, too.

For example:

“Hey, what’s up?” she greeted. “How was school?”

“Fine,” he snapped.

"Doesn't sound fine," she pointed out.

"Whatever," he scoffed.

Now, let's see how this exchange sounds without some of the speech tags making it cluttered.

"Hey, what's up?" she greeted. "How was school?"

"Fine," he snapped.

"Doesn't sound fine."

"Whatever."

As you can see, I kept the two first speech tags to make sure the readers know who is speaking (as well as the tone of the conversation), which is why it's important to not go around hacking away speech tags without considering the context.

But the speech tags I did cut out made the dialogue flow a whole lot easier! Sometimes you have to sacrifice the specificness of your character's delivery of the line in favor of smooth, rhythmic flow of speech.

3. Add Some Choreography or Give Your Characters Props to Spice Things Up

Choreography doesn't mean a full dance number, but rather actions that can go along with your dialogue. This tip is for writers who may be struggling to make their dialogue lively or exciting.

Actions and choreography can also substitute in for speech tags.

Instead of:

"What the hell were you thinking?!" he roared.

You could try:

"What the hell were you thinking?!" He slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing.

In both instances, you can tell the character is angry, only the second one is a more 'show, not tell' approach to things.

The scene can also benefit from a "situation," such as people eating their food or washing the dishes, and the dialogue in turn would then be interrupted by describing people performing actions associated with that "situation," such as taking bites or sipping drinks.

Things you can describe while someone is speaking:

Mouth movement (smiling, scowling, lips twitching)

Eye movement (Glaring, rolling, fluttering, darting around)

Jaw twitching

Fidgeting

Sweating

Shifting weight

Moving around the scene

Breathing (sighting, letting out a heavy breath, panting, breath hitching)

Using props during the activities that are going on (cutting up vegetables, chewing, drinking, etc.)

And more!

Make sure not to overuse these descriptions, though, because like with speech tags, they do have the potential to clutter up your dialogue!

Try to intersperse them whenever you feel like your dialogue needs a bit more action going on, or feels too sparse and fast-paced.

4. Learn From the Professionals

The best way to get better at writing dialogue isn't going to be a random post on Tumblr like this, it's going to be by consuming other media and embodying the things you see.

Put on your favorite movie or TV show. Study how the characters look when they speak, how they talk, how the scene is set up. Look at how the actors portray the emotions their characters are having, and how the dialogue itself is paired in tandem with scene choreography.

Read your favorite books, too, and see how the authors write their dialogue. You may find that they all have different styles and ways of doing it, and can adopt ideas from each!

5. If You're Getting Stuck, Write the Dialogue First

If you're having a lot of trouble writing the entire scene, just write down the dialogue. Nothing else. Try to make the conversation as interesting as possible while still being bare bones, and make sure it accomplishes the goals that you want it to.

Do you want to make two characters grow closer?

Do you want to introduce a new plot point?

Foreshadow?

Make sure all that gets done in the bare-bones version so that you don't get too caught up in the embellishment to remember, then add everything else in later!

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

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I don't have twitter and I'm seeing posts but a lot of them involve knowing what I'm looking at...can you pls explain the latest spn/Jensen news, pretty please?

Sure! Explanation of the events of the past week (some of these dates might be relative to my timezone, apologies for any errors):

JUNE 24: News breaks that Jensen Ackles and Danneel Ackles’ production company has a prequel in the works focusing on John and Mary Winchester; entire fandom displeased

Fandom ire at the prequel focusing on John and Mary momentarily overshadows the fact that it seems like Jensen Ackles has the rights to Supernatural (!!!) and has ‘five shows in the works’ of which this is only the first

Showrunner is Destiel fan-favourite Robbie Thompson, responsible for such Absolute Banger Episodes as ‘Meta Fiction’ (see more here)

A lot of blowback from absolutely all sides of the fandom - BiBros et al mad that it focuses on Not The Brothers, Destiel fans mad it focuses on Not Resolving Destiel, everyone largely mad it focuses on John Winchester (widely regarded as abusive) and the ‘epic love story’ of John/Mary (canonically forced by cupid magic)

Various cast members including Misha Collins, Jim Beaver, Jake Abel, Ruth Connell and Julie McNiven reply to the article with comments indicating they’d like to be involved

Eric Kripke tweets that Jensen and Danneel are ‘the perfect people’ to take control of this story and Jared is ‘too busy Texas Rangering’ to be involved

JUNE 25: Jared Padalecki tweets about being left out of the loop on the prequel; absolute chaos ensues

See this ask reply for a list of tweets, events and reactions

I’ll also add that this gets large enough to get coverage on Vulture, Variety and other news sources

Robbie Thompson retweets his tweet from 2019 saying ‘I ❤️ you #SPNFamily’ in response to… everything

JUNE 26: A scramble for Jensen, Jared and Eric Kripke to do PR damage control on the Jared issue. Meanwhile, Misha Collins does his best impression of this scene from the Lion King to promote GISH

Eric later deletes all tweets about the issue, which is VERY funny. Man can’t handle the heat!

Very funny contrast between Jared’s ‘have a talk, as we often do’ and Jensen’s ‘miss these talks'

Jensen later changes his twitter header and bio from Supernatural/Dean Winchester to The Boys/Soldier Boys which IS somewhat unfortunate and perhaps deliberate break-up related timing

Jared tweets that he ‘doesn’t want anyone to receive hate or threats’ which is like… Jared YOU started this, YOU tweeted this to your millions of followers

JUNE 26: Jensen Ackles does further damage control by tweeting ‘Canon? we got you’ and linking to this article about what the show might hold, which points out the Problems of John Winchester

See article for further details but this implies Jensen actually does care a lot about doing right by the fans and the narrative canon

This, combined with the fact Robbie Thompson is running it, convinces most Destiel-side fans that the show Might Be Better Than Expected and one CW-approved stepping stone to greater things

BiBros are furious because article is written by ‘known Heller’ Natalie Fisher, who is friends with writers such as Meredith Glynn and Robert Berens

Meanwhile, Steve Yockey references the ‘Steve Yockey is dead?!?’ tumblr meme on twitter in a reply to Ruth Connell

JUNE 27: Gen Padalecki posts an instagram story which may or may not be shady commentary on Jensen Ackles

However, yesterday Danneel Ackles also promotes the Padalecki MLM product on HER instagram - can I just say I simply love the use of a) product promotion and b) instagram stories as tools of warfare and diplomacy

JUNE 28: Various scripts drop thanks to the team at tumblr’s spnscripthunt (go support and fund their efforts if you can!)

Notable changed content includes Castiel telling Dean to ‘parent’ Jack in 14.16 and Castiel texting emojis to Claire in 12.16 (possibly an in-script joke about Dean being attracted to a poodle?)

JUNE 29: News breaks that Chaos Machine Productions was started as ‘Free Will Entertainment LLC’

The name was apparently changed in October 2020 - was that as a result of the 15.19-15.20 filming? Or something else?

The idea that Jensen set up a company called ‘Free Will Entertainment’ to continue telling the story of Supernatural is honestly BONKERS. A lot to unpack here to do with the textual and metatextual narrative of Supernatural that I don’t have time to get into, since there’s about twenty wild implications that could be speculated from that name alone

Stock price on ‘Jackles’ Sexy Silence’, conspiracy that Jensen didn’t like the ending of Supernatural and was quietly plotting to take the narrative under his own control, to bring Dean back to life and possibly to canonise Destiel, reaches historic high

The fact does not go unnoticed that, through coincidence or not, Jensen and Danneel registered the company on a Thursday very close to September 18, the Lazarus Rising/Castiel Anniversary Date when Dean was saved from Hell

JUNE 30: Misha Collins makes a social media post with Castiel art for the last day of Pride Month

Twitter post liked by Robbie Thompson

On his instagram, Misha also puts music on the story of ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love With You’ a song made famous by Elvis and then subsequently Destiel AU Fanfic Twist and Shout

“The song was initially written from the perspective of a woman as “Can’t Help Falling in Love with Him”, which explains the first and third line ending on “in” and “sin” rather than words rhyming with “you” - Wikipedia knowledge obtained via @jurisffiction

Falling… sin… But we don’t have time to unpack all of that-

JUNE 30: 8.17 Goodbye Stranger script excerpt surfaces with Dean’s ‘I love you’ to Castiel

Fandom has long known that the ‘I need you’ was formerly an ‘I love you’ because Jensen believed Dean saying it in that moment to Castiel was out of character - but we did not have the script to prove specific changes

Additional ‘I forgive you’ not included in the episode - the original scene reads as very romantic, since this was Dean absolving Castiel for past crimes and telling him he loves him in the moments before death, as well as ‘I love you’ of course being what ‘broke the connection’ of Naomi’s control

Notably this episode written by Robbie Thompson, the very man Jensen and Danneel chose to helm their next project

JUNE 30: Misha Collins misses his blanky text

To cap all this off, Misha Collins texts fans a selfie of himself at ‘the spare room at Jensen’s apt in Vancouver’, saying he ‘misses his blanky’, implying he has spent many nights there

It has been an open secret that Misha basically shared Jensen’s apartment in Vancouver since around 2018 due to [redacted dubiously obtained information] but it’s never been publicly stated (to be clear, this does not imply anything other than friendship, as actors in Vancouver often share accommodation and Misha had previously couch-surfed at Jared and Jensen’s places)

Cockles shippers go wild. Does the ‘blanky’ refer to Jensen? Was there a reason to send this on the last day of pride month? Will this man ever shut up?

Hope that helps! May this wild carousel of News About A Show That Ended Eight Months Ago never end!

#ask #anonymous #kira for ts #supernatural spoilers #spn spoilers #long post for ts #there ARE people out there who blacklist that tag… this one’s for you #making a text post like. well now what do I say in tags.#god this took me a long time anon I hope you appreciate the hours I spent on this sourcing lskdflskjdfdfsdf #this post was scheduled for 3am no idea why it posted at 10:15 pm thank you to Broken Website #UPDATE SORRY FOR INCORRECT LINK ON THAT ASK THING CHRIST #again broken website I was meant to check links BEFORE it posted

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

#bnha x reader #bnha x reader platonic #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x daughter reader #shota x daughter reader #shota x reader platonic

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hookingminor · 4 years

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4 times his friends posted you on their instagram + 1 time he did - mat barzal

a/n: I wrote this literally back in july so lets just ignore how idealistic this is regarding quarantine but im a slut for some barzy this is all fluff

word count: 4,733

summary: like the title says, some friends (with benefits?) to lovers + a tyson cameo, fluffy summer quarantine fic

tagging @davidpastrsnack so kate can get on the barzy train

To say the whole quarantine thing was an inconvenience was an understatement. School had ended online, your summer internship was cancelled, and it seemed like your summer would turn into an uneventful couple of months stuck in your apartment in, probably, the worst place to be stuck in during a pandemic: New York City.

Or so you thought.

You’d planned on having the most boring summer ever until your friend, Mat, had invited you to hole up away with him and a few friends in a lake house back in Vancouver. Well, friend was a loose term. The two of you were friends… just ones that kissed occasionally… and sometimes more than kissed. You’d met him about a year ago at a bar while he was out with his teammates after a game. A cliche meeting, but you hit it off instantly. Instead of ending up in his bed at the end of the night (which you would eventually end up at after a couple months), it turned into an exchange of numbers and an invitation to hang out later in the week.

You hadn’t thought anything of it at first, just thinking he was being friendly and wanting to end the conversation, so you were surprised to get a text the next day from an unknown number asking if you’d wanted to go on a bike ride.

Flashforward a year later and the two of you still went on bike rides together. At least, up until the pandemic started.

When the text came telling you to pack your bags for a month or so, you thought he was joking. Surely he couldn’t have meant you to join him in Vancouver over the summer? You were proven wrong when he showed up at your apartment the next day, two coffees in his hand.

“Uh, hi, Mathew,” you said hesitantly, opening your door to reveal your disheveled state, having just woken up.

“Why are you dressed like that? We have a plane to catch in four hours,” he said, pushing himself through your door, uninvited, to set the coffees on the counter.

“What are you doing here? What plane? You’re not supposed to be going out,” you reprimanded him for showing up unannounced and in the middle of quarantine.

“I told you we’re going to Vancouver, I know you read my text. Now let’s hurry up and pack, we gotta get going,” Mat rushed, already on the way to your bedroom.

You followed him after a brief moment once you’d processed what was going on. Mat had already pulled out your suitcase and set it on top of your bed by the time you entered the door. He was in the middle of rifling through your drawers and grabbing random garments to throw into the suitcase when you’d spoken again.

“You’re actually serious about this?”

“Of course I am. What better things do you have to do in a city on lockdown for an entire summer? Honestly, I’m doing you a favor,” he explained easily, turning back to grab more items.

“Oh, you’re doing me a favor? Thank you, Mat, for saving me from a summer of suffering. It’s not like I had other plans to find different internships or focus on my summer classes,” you replied sarcastically.

Mat rolled his eyes. “I am doing you a favor, and you’re doing me a favor by going. I need a hot piece of ass to get me through this, or I will lose my mind.” You slugged him on the shoulder in offense, but all he did was chuckle.

“And anyways, you can still do your classes in Vancouver. Instead of doing them locked in this apartment, you can do them lounged out under the Canadian sun. Preferably in a bikini,” he finished. You slugged his arm again, harder this time.

“In fact, you should take the red bikini, it makes your tits look amazing,” he said, noticing you shuffling through your swimsuits. You rolled your eyes at him but grabbed the red one anyway along with a couple others.

With both of you folding and packing, your bags were ready to go in record time.

“Alright, baby, let’s go.” And so you were off.

A week had gone by in total bliss. As much as you hated to admit it, Mat was right. Vacationing in Vancouver in a secluded lake house was a lot better than being alone in your apartment, even if you did still have classes to do. Mat teased you about it, but he always left you alone for a few hours in the day for you to focus on your work. Unless he really wanted something… like right now.

Mat had joined you laying on the couch while you were in the middle of annotating a book for class. He wiggled his way between your arms, causing you to break your hold on your book. He rested his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your middle, and nuzzled his face into your neck. Joining your hands back to your book and bringing your highlighter to the page, you continued to underline phrases you’d come back to later. A couple minutes passed in silence before Mat started sighing. And then he sighed again.

“What do you want?” you huffed out, closing your book with the pen marking your page.

“Let’s go swimming,” he said, pushing up to his elbows to look at your face.

“I have to finish, like, three more chapters today,” you explained.

“You can do that later. I want to go swimming now,” Mat whined.

“You know you sound like a petulant child right now, right?” you asked, moving a hand to his head, pushing his hair back as he pouted.

“Stop using big words on me. Let’s swim,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You paused to think about it for a moment, “Hmm… okay, I guess,” you said with a smile. Mat returned your smile with one of his own before hopping up to drag you to your room to change. It didn’t take much to convince you to swim. It was a really nice day out, and you didn’t really care to finish reading about 17th century philosophy.

You changed into your red bikini, Mat swapped his shorts for a pair of swim trunks, and threw on a backwards baseball cap. You went out back to join the rest of his friend group, who were in the process of loading up the boat with supplies and equipment.

“Oh, look, if it isn’t Brainiac and the Beast. Are you two finally going to go boating with us?” Tyson shouted from the dock. You rolled your eyes at his nickname they created for you and Mat. It had only been a week in Vancouver, but the chirps about you and school were tired by now.

“Princess here wants to swim in the pool, maybe next time!” you shouted back, pointing to Mat.

They laughed at your response, turning their attention back to the boat and running supplies to and from the house. You turned your attention back to Mat, who was taking off his hat and was about two seconds away from jumping in the pool.

“Mathew, stop!” you yelled out, “Get your ass over here!”

“What is it?” he asked, stopping just short of the deep end. He grumbled before marching over to you.

“You need to put sunscreen on first, dumbass,” you reprimanded. As you turned your back to grab the bottle of sunscreen, he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Mat,” you said sharply, turning back to face him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You ignored him, opening the cap and squeezing lotion onto your hands. You gestured him to turn around, and you spread the lotion over it, making sure to rub it into his shoulders.

“I don’t see why I have to put sunscreen on. It’s not even that hot outside,” he muttered.

“First of all, you’re a dumbass. Second of all, heat doesn’t automatically mean the UV rays aren’t strong. And lastly, you’re white, baby, you’ll burn like a sun-dried tomato and being in water only increases the amount of sun you’re exposed to,” you explained, reaching up to rub some on his face.

“Sorry, Miss Meteorologist,” he grumbled, clearly not happy he’d lost this argument.

“One of us has to have brains. We can’t all get by on our good looks and skating ability,” you replied, slapping his cheeks when you were done for good measure.

“Okay, well, if you’re finally done,” you nodded in confirmation, “Let’s go.” He picked you up from under your thighs and ran at full speed towards the pool before you could even process what was happening. You screamed his name in protest begging him to put you down, claiming you hadn’t had time to put on sunscreen yet. He ignored you as he jumped into the deep end, dragging you with him.

You emerged from the water clinging to Mat’s wet body, your hair sopping and hanging over your face like you had come straight out of the movie The Grudge. Mat was laughing at your chaotic look, knowing you were well pissed at him. You jumped higher in the water on top of him to dunk his head under and tried your best to drown him.

It wasn’t until you were relaxing on the couch later that night doing your routinely social media scroll that you saw one of the guys recorded your sunscreen interaction by the pool, you calling Mat a dumbass, and him throwing you in the pool onto their instagram story with a caption “all these two do is fight” with some laughing crying emojis added for effect.

After a long day or hiking, you’d immediately crashed on the couch once you’d gotten back to the house, not bothering to walk all the way to your room. It was only early in the afternoon but you’d been out since sunrise, and dealing with people for hours on end had drained you. The group laughed at you as you plopped your body down onto the couch, curling your head under your arm instead of grabbing the pillow two feet away from you. The rest of them gathered in the kitchen, refueling their bodies with assorted snacks as they started popping open bottles of beer, ready to start the night. It seemed that even an entire day on their feet had not emptied them of their, seemingly endless, energy.

“Jesus Christ, we hiked for, like, six hours and you’re all still bouncing off the walls,” you sighed deeply.

“We’re about to go hit the boat and go water skiing, too. I’m assuming you’re too tired to join us?” Tyson teased.

“I will not be joining you because unlike some people, I need a nap. Now get out of here, you’re all giving me a headache,” you said, pinching your fingers on the bridge of your nose to emphasize your point.

They all snickered but kept quiet as they shuffled around, packing up more food to take outside. You heard the sliding door shut and close a few times as they ran in and out before it was finally silent. You let out a sigh of relief as you took solace in the calm quiet.

That was until you felt a pair of arms shifting you closer to the edge of the couch. You peeked one eye open to see Mat rolling your body over to give him some space as he climbed over your body to nestle himself between you and the back cushions.

“Not going out on the boat?” You asked as he tucked a pillow under the both of your heads and pulled a blanket over your bodies.

“No. They’re exhausting. I need some time for myself,” Mat replied, wrapping his arm around your middle to pull you into his chest.

“No offense, but if you’re with me, you’re not by yourself,” you explained, closing your eyes again as you settled into a comfortable position.

“Yeah, but you’re you. You don’t exhaust me,” he said quietly. You didn’t know what to say to that, so you didn’t answer. Within a few seconds you heard Mat’s breathing even out, and you followed quickly behind him into a deep sleep.

A couple hours passed in a dreamless sleep when you heard the sliding of doors and laughter travel through the house. It stirred you from your sleep and you both shifted around, letting out displeased groans.

“Are they both still asleep?” You heard one of them ask from the kitchen. Neither of you wanted to answer in hopes they would leave you two to continue sleeping.

You were sadly mistaken.

“Hey! Sleeping beauties! Time to get up!” Tyson shouted from somewhere above you.

You both groaned out a “Fuck off, Tyson,” without opening your eyes, both of you giving him the middle finger. Tyson laughed to himself and you expected him to keep bothering you, but you heard his footsteps lead away from the couch. You turned over on your other side, tucking your face into Mat’s neck before falling back asleep.

When you woke up later that evening, you checked instagram again to see Tyson posted a new story. It was the video of him bothering you two and flipping him off with a caption that said “I get no respect around here :(“

It had been raining all day. Which meant everyone was stuck inside watching movies and eating pizza. It didn’t take long for you to get bored of lounging on the couch, especially when all they wanted to do was watch Fast and Furious movies. You sat on the loveseat you were sharing with Mat, and you distracted yourself from the boring movie by tangling your hands in your hair, French braiding the strands into pigtails mindlessly. You unbraided and rebraided your hair into a fishtail after the pigtails, and then into a regular braided ponytail after that. You let yourself get caught up in daydreams as you stared blankly at the TV when Mat started tugging on your leg. Dropping your braid, you finished tying it off with a hair tie and turned to look at him.

“Let me practice on you,” Mat said quietly.

“Practice what?” You asked.

“Braiding,” he said, shuffling to sit upright. He tried to gently push you off the couch until you got the hint and moved to sit between his legs on the floor.

“You think you can do it?” You asked, ready to offer him a demonstration.

“I’ve been watching you for the past half hour, I got this,” he replied, pulling out your hair tie. You rolled your eyes at his confidence, but let him continue unraveling the strands.

Every few minutes Mat would sigh exasperatedly before pulling out the twists he’d made to start over. Eventually, he’d almost gotten all the way to the end of your hair before he sighed again, clearly fed up by how long this was taking him. You didn’t say anything as he restarted for a third time, going for a straight back braid instead of a French braid.

After another ten minutes, Mat had finally completed his simple braid, tying your hair off with the tie. He tapped your shoulder to indicate he was done, and you pulled the long tail over your shoulder to look at it.

It was a braid.

An extremely loose one where he mixed up the strand order in a couple places, but a braid nonetheless. You turned around to get back up on the couch, and you were met with his triumphant smile.

“Good job, bud,” you complimented, leaving the braid in as you resumed your previous position on the couch.

You checked your phone to find a notification of a new story tag. You opened the app to see a picture of you on the floor, staring at the TV while Mat had his hands twisted in your hair and a confused look on his face and tongue poking out of his mouth. Next to your instagram tag was “he’s been knotting her hair on purpose for 20 minutes now”

Your final exams for the summer classes you were taking were in a week. Finals stressed you out more than anything else in the world, and when you were stressed, you did a lot of baking. A lot of baking. After finishing your finals study schedule and nearly breaking down almost twice because of the amount you had to get done, you decided to start baking instead of going to sleep. So, at 3 in the morning when everyone was asleep, you’d turned on the oven and brought out the bowls.

It began with a few dozen cookies. You figured everyone could at least enjoy the cookies. Who didn’t like cookies?

Cookies turned into muffins, muffins into cupcakes, and then cupcakes into pies. By the time everyone was waking up, it was nearly eleven in the morning. You’d gone to the store twice and had taken a few twenty minute naps while you waited for your desserts baked in the oven. And right now, you were in the middle of finishing off some cinnamon rolls for breakfast

“Oh my god, what the hell happened here?” Mat had asked with a scared expression, taking note of the disastrous kitchen. You didn’t answer him as you were topping off the rolls with some icing.

A few more bodies had gathered in the kitchen and began to fill the seats at the countertop while they watched you with worried eyes.

“What?” You asked innocently, placing the plates of cinnamon rolls in front of all of them. Their eyes followed you carefully as you pulled more goods out of the oven where you were keeping them warm. Plate after plate you set on the counter, all the cookies and muffins and cakes.

“How long have you been up?” Tyson asked cautiously. You swear you’ve never heard him use a softer voice than right now.

“I’m not sure. I never went to sleep, I guess? What time is it now?” You asked, pulling out glasses for orange juice.

“Nearly noon. You seriously didn’t sleep?” Tyson asked. The others had delved into the confections, eyes bouncing between the two of you as they stuffed their faces.

“She’s stress baking,” Mat replied quietly, helping himself to a cinnamon roll.

“What the hell is tress baking?” One of the other guys asked.

“Yeah she does this when she’s stressed. Usually when finals are coming up,” Mat said, directing it more towards you than his friend. You gave him a sheepish look, deciding not to comment since he already answered for you.

Mat was used to your stress baking as it resulted in you showing up at his place in the middle of the night with bags full of pastries in the late hours of the evening. It was always against his diet and he frequently gave most of your desserts to his neighbor, but he could never tell you no when you arrived with gifts.

“Well, I’m all out of flour, so, I’m going to run to the store again to get some more supplies so I can make a chocolate cake later,” you said hurriedly.

You did a quick double check of the kitchen, flashing all the guys a bright smile before heading out the door with your purse in hand, all of them staring until the front door shut behind you.

When you came back, you found Mat in the kitchen doing the dishes and nearly all the sweets you’d baked earlier were eaten or wrapped and put away. Maybe there was a plus side to being in a home with five other people.

“Mat, you don’t have to do that,” you said, setting your groceries down and hip checking him away from the sink.

“You’re already stressed, I figured doing the dishes would take away some of that,” he said with a shrug. He continued rinsing out some bowls as you gave him a small smile.

The two of you continued to wash the dishes in silence, moving to clean the countertops when you were done. After half an hour, the mess you’d made was gone and any signs of a baking breakdown had been erased.

It was a shame you were about to tear up the kitchen all over again.

“How about this,” Mat said, noticing the frown on your face at the thought of making another mess, “Let’s have a competition.”

You quirked your eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“You said you were making a chocolate cake, right? How about we see who can make the better cake,” Mat propositioned.

You raised both your eyebrows this time. You both knew you were the better baker by a long shot. You did have this same breakdown at least twice a year. You weren’t even sure Mat knew how to make anything that didn’t come with box instructions or included possible salmonella-inducing ingredients.

You knew what he was really trying to do. He was trying to distract you from all the stress, and he knew you couldn’t turn down a competition. You were just as bad as him when it came to winning. Thankfully, this was something you knew you’d win.

“Fine, but I hope you’re prepared to lose,” you agreed with a smile.

“I don’t know, I have been practicing my cooking skills lately,” he said, grabbing the bowls he’d just dried off.

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it,” you replied with an eye roll and heavy sarcasm.

You joined him in gathering all the ingredients and materials on the counter, setting up your respective stations. Mat divided the workspace in half, drawing a line in flour which made you laugh. You split the bowls between the sides and set up the ingredients on the second counter just like an actual cooking show.

“Okay, ground rules first. Half an hour to make the cakes, we bake them at the same time, and then another half hour for decorating at the end,” you explained, tying your hair back in a ponytail. Mat nodded at your statement and set a timer on his phone for 30 minutes.

“Ready.”

“Set.”

“Go!”

After about two hours, your creations were done. Well, they were supposed to be. Mat’s cake looked more or less like a brown lump coated in frosting and stripes. You’d tried your best to decorate yours with small chocolate roses, but you could’ve turned out a plain cake and probably would have done better.

“I think I won,” you stated confidently.

“You’re not allowed to decide, you’re biased! I’ll make a poll on my story,” Mat said, going to grab his phone.

“You can’t do that, your followers are going to pick yours.”

“Fine, we’ll get someone else to do it— Josty! Come here,” Mat called to his friend passing through the kitchen. He hesitantly walked over to where you were, not wanting to come in the middle of whatever you two were shouting about.

“We need you to make an instagram poll to see who’s cake looks better. Oh, and you’re going to taste test them,” you said, picking up your cake to pose for a picture as Mat did the same. Tyson sighed before realizing you two were serious and he opened his app to take a picture.

He added the photo to his story with a poll asking “Which one is better?�� With two options, Y/N’s or Mat’s.

After you set the cakes back down, Tyson picked up a fork before stabbing them to pick out a chunk from each. He ate yours first, nearly moaning at the taste.

“Holy shit, this is, like, the best cake I’ve ever eaten,” Tyson said, shoveling down another forkful. You gave Mat a shit-eating grin.

“Okay, okay, try mine now,” Mat said, displeased. Tyson rolled his eyes before forking out some of his.

“Uh,” he coughed, “it’s a little,” cough, “dry.”

“What? No, it’s not! Let me try,” Mat shouted, outraged, and grabbed Tyson’s fork to try for himself.

It took him two seconds before he was spitting the cake into a napkin.

“Fine. You win,” Mat conceded, throwing a dish towel against the counter in mock fury.

You gloated for another 5 minutes, pointing out Mat’s terrible baking skills as Tyson continued to eat your cake and laugh at Mat.

You won the instagram poll too.

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It was the last week before you and Mat were flying back to New York. The past month had passed quickly, and Mat needed to get back for the start of training camps. As the summer began to end, the whole crew thought they’d spend one last day on the boat before everyone started parting ways.

It’s not like you were opposed to being on boats, but when all the guys did was water sports and no one wanted to slow down to teach you, it wasn’t as fun.

Today, however, had been quite calm as you sat against the front of the boat, a seltzer in hand as you watched Tyson wakeboarding in the back. Mat was curled up behind you as you leaned back against his chest, tanned skin shining in the summer sun. You reached back to grab the baseball cap off his head, placing it on yours to shield your eyes from the sun. You’d forgotten to bring sunglasses, and you figured Mat could part with his hat since he had a pair.

The day passed peacefully as all the guys took turns until it was sunset. Mat had joined you back on the seat, skin wet from just getting out of the water. He wrapped you in his arms before pulling you onto his lap, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, Tys, take a picture of us real quick,” Mat said, shoving his phone into Tyson’s chest.

You thought nothing of it, you and Mat had taken many pictures together, and this was no different. Mat rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your stomach as you both gave your cheesiest smiles to the camera. A quick shutter indicated the picture was taken and Tyson gave Mat his phone back.

Mat called your name from your bed as you stood in the adjoined bathroom, finishing your nightly routine.

“Hey, do you mind if I post that picture of us on my instagram?” Mat called out.

“The one from the boat? Why?” You asked, drying off your face with a towel.

“It’s a cute picture,” he shrugged when you reentered the room.

“People are going to start talking if you do,” you warned with a cautious tone.

He paused for a second.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Mat asked quietly, looking up to meet your eyes.

You stayed silent as you climbed in under the covers.

“What are you trying to say, Mat?”

He took a deep breath, “I think you’re amazing, you know that. And we’ve been friends for so long, it kind of feels natural, doesn’t it?” His fingers began tapping against the sheets anxiously as he held his breath and waited for your response.

You gave him a small smile, moving your body around to fully face him.

“It does,” you agreed, “But if you want us to be something more, you’re going to have to ask me on a date first.”

“A date? After I’ve already gotten you into bed? What’s the point?” You knew he meant it as a joke since he could barely finish the sentence without laughing, but you gently slapped his head as he began to apologize.

“I’m kidding!” He said between chuckles, “Will you go on a date with me once we get back to New York and it’s safe to go out again?”

“I’d love to, Mat,” you replied, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss.

“I’m still going to post that photo tomorrow, though,” he said after a short pause, smiling against your lips.

The next day when Mat had gone on a fishing trip with the guys, you saw a notification pop up on your phone.

“@barzal97 tagged you in a photo”

You unlocked your phone.

“Isolation isn’t so bad when you have this girl to spend it with”

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #nhl fic #my writing #isles13

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whom-the-hell · 3 years

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Can I request a Part 2 to the MHA arguments you posted? Like the S/O breaks up with them afterwards, coldly telling them off and never speaking to them again?

Part 3 of MHA arguments! (But with a twist)

TW: IN THE DABI HEADCANON/FIC THERE WILL BE GORE/BLOOD! IF YOU AIN’T COMFORTABLE WITH THAT PLEASE MOVE ON AND READ THE SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS!

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Here

Keywords used: Y/n: your name

Anime: My hero academia/boku no hero academia

Izuku Midoriya:

-”Sorry puppy...” he said with his head down and flowers in his hands.

-You look at him and sigh, giving him a disappointed look. “I think that it would be better if we just ended this relationship and forgot about each other...” You give Deku a weak smile, while he looked at you with wide eyes.

-His eyes started to form glossy tears, some of them already dropping from his eyes.

-”Y-You can’t do this Y/n! W-We can work this out! Don’t you see that I love you?!” Deku shouts, flowers falling to the cold cement ground.

-You look at him while trying to hold back your own emotions.

-”Sorry Izuku, goodbye...”

-And just like that, you shut the door at his face, making him cry even more.

-Texts and missed calls started to pop up from your phone, all saying things like: “Y/n, I’m sorry!”

“Y/n, please answer the phone!”

“Why aren’t you answering?!”

-Back at school things were even worse, Deku wasn’t the happy and motivated student he used to be before.

-He became dark and shallow, not talking to anyone. He started to miss training and didn’t even talk to All Might.

-Even Bakugou got weirded out by Deku’s weird behavior.

“Oi, Deku! Stop acting like a wimp and start training seriously!”

-Izuku also started to fail all of his classes, barely passing any of them.

“Hey Deku, do you maybe want to go and study with me, Iida and Todoroki?” Ochaco asked.

“No... I think I’ll pass...”

Katsuki Bakugou:

-Bakugou had a hard grip on your hand, almost hurting you.

-”Katsuki let go!” You shout at him.

-He grits his teeth and let’s go of your hand, leaving a small bruise on the side of your wrist.

-”Listen, I’m sorry for being such an ass, I didn’t mean to lash ou-” Bakugou started to say his apology but you cut him off.

-”I don’t think this is going to work out...” You sigh, clearly annoyed at him.

-He stares at you, not expecting for you to say that.

-“I think that it would be better if we just ended whatever we have going on before this gets worse.” You continued, looking Bakugou dead in the eyes.

-He just stood there, not knowing how to answer. His thoughts went blank, his mouth got dry, his body became limp. He didn’t want to lose the most important person to him.

-”I’m done Bakugou, don’t talk to me ever again.” You say and turned around, walking away from that now broken guy.

-He looked at your body making its way further and further away from him, your shoes making a clicking noise every time you take a step forward.

-And he just stood there, not knowing what to do. Should he chase you? Should he let you go? He didn’t know.

-After the break up, things didn’t go so smooth for Bakugou.

-He got nightmares about you, and not to remember you, he stayed up all night long, not getting a minute of sleep.

-He became more aggressive and his anger issues grew bigger, making himself unapproachable for others.

-He distanced himself from his friends and family, not speaking a word to anyone.

-If anyone ever annoyed him, he literally blew them up, not caring if he injured anyone.

Shoto Todoroki:

-Ochaco laughed at the confused look written across Todoroki’s face.

-”Don’t be shy Todoroki, now go!” She said.

-Todoroki tilts his head and looks at your window that is on the second floor. “Do I really have to do this?” He asks Uraraka.

-”Oh c'mon! You’ll totally get them to forgive you if you pull this off correctly!” She hypes Todoroki up.

-Todoroki sighs and starts to climb up to your window, where he saw you sitting on the bed while scrolling through your phone.

-He gently taps at your window, getting your attention.

-You slightly jump up, not expecting to see Shoto beside your bedroom window that is on the second floor.

-You open the window up, letting him in.

-”Hey Y/n.” He smiles slightly. His eyes glistening with happiness.

-”Is he happy to see me?” You think to yourself...

-There is a moment of silence between both of you. Even though it didn’t seem like that to you.

-”Shoto, I have to tell you som-” Not even letting you finish talking, he cuts you off.

“No, let me talk first. I had to tell you that I didn’t mean anything I said back there! I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, and I surely didn’t want to lose you. So please, forgive me...” He speaks.

-You look at him, your fists clenching together.

“Shoto, listen. I don’t think that I’m happy with you anymore. I don’t want to be with you anymore, I don’t...love you...”

-His heart dropped, his skin went pale, his eyes widened, his body went limp. He looked down and gritted his teeth, not because he’s mad, but because he was thinking on how to save this relationship.

-”Could you please, look through the window...” He said to you under his breath.

-And with confusion written all across your face, you looked through it.

-There you saw a big sign spelling out “I love you” in all caps. Your favorite flowers used as decoration for the sign, and Uraraka standing with something of what seemed to be a box of chocolates in her hands.

-”Uraraka helped me with all of this...” Todoroki spoke behind you.

-And you just stood there, shocked.

-”Get out.” You say.

-Todoroki looks up at you, scared of what will happen next.

-”Sorry...?” He mutters out.

-”I said, get.out.” You speak with anger in your voice.

-After that incident with you, Todoroki was broken.

-He didn’t know what to do and what to feel. A mix of sadness and anger would rush through him just at the thought of you.

-Todoroki didn’t really seem different at school, but at night shit would go down.

-He would literally scream into the pillow at night whenever he got dreams about you.

-Sweat would rush through his whole body just at the thought of you with another person.

-He would also mutter out your name whenever he’s sleeping, sometimes so loud that everybody could hear.

Tenya Iida:

-You walked out of your classroom and headed to the cafeteria with the rest of your friends.

-”Should I really break up with him?” You ask your friends that were walking right beside you.

-”If you aren’t happy in a relationship, what’s the point in having one?” Your friend answers confidently.

-”I guess you’re right...” You let out a sigh and continue to talk to your friends.

-Suddenly, you hear very fast walking behind you. That person was going at the same speed of only one person you knew.

-”Y/n! Please give me a minute!” I male voice yell’s out from behind you.

-Your friends look at you and then at the person behind you. “Good luck-” One of your friend's whispers to you.

-You stop and look behind you and yes, that was Iida.

-”Y/n! I deeply apologize for being such a horrible boyfriend! I am very sorry for the words that came out of my mouth that day, I did not mean one thing I said to you, and I wanted for you to know that I deeply care about you!” Iida bows in front of you while apologizing in a formal manner.

-People were passing by and looking at both of you, wondering what was going on.

-”Iida, stand up normally.” You let out a snicker.

-He looks up at you, with a look you’ll never forget.

-His eyes had deep, dark eye bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his uniform wasn’t as clean as it was before.

-”Iida... I’m tired of this. I’m tired of all of this. You keep making me feel like you owe me something by saying your apology. I’m just going to spit it out and say that I do NOT want to date you anymore.” You speak.

-Iida didn’t say anything, but tears started to form in his eyes.

-”I don’t think I’m happy with you anymore... I don’t think that...we are happy together. I think it would be better if we break up and each one of us could go different ways.” You continue.

-And just like that Iida’s legs gave up and fell to the floor, making him sit on his knees.

-Tears flooded out from his tired, but beautiful blue eyes as he made those weird hiccupping noises to breath.

-He didn’t say anything though, just sat there.

-”Bye, Iida.” You say and head back to the cafeteria.

-After the break up, Iida came back to his normal self. He focused on his grades and tried to forget about you, but he couldn’t.

-Just like Todoroki, things would go down at night for Iida.

-He would literally go out at 3am to the places you visited together just to remember you and your beautiful voice.

-He couldn’t forget about you even if he wanted to, you were too special to him.

-He started to look through your social media photos and look at you being happy, having the time of your life.

-Of course, I’m not saying that it would be easy for you after the break up, but I do think that Iida would suffer a bit more than you would.

-He also has a book where he wrote your name in if he ever remembers you... Yeah, he had to buy a new book...

Ejiro Kirishima:

-You walk out of the shower, relaxed and enjoying yourself.

-”I can’t believe it’s already night.” You think to yourself.

-Suddenly you see your phone vibrate and its screen light’s up.

-You walk up to it and place it in your soft hands, looking through your texts to see who was texting you.

-”Kirishima...” You sigh.

The text said: “Hey Y/n, long time no see, eh? I wanted to ask you if you could go to the town’s bridge right now?”

-You had a confused look on your face but decided to just get this over with and come to the bridge.

-You quickly dress up and head out to the town.

-”What could he possibly want at the town bridge...? I mean, I know it’s a beautiful place and all, but why there?” You think to yourself as you were getting closer to the destination.

-Suddenly you stop. “What the...” You mutter out.

-There were romantically lit candles all across the bridge, balloons flying all around you, rose petals scattered all across the bridge making a path to where Kirishima was standing.

-The moon was so beautiful and big, it seemed that it was glowing brighter than ever before.

-”Oh! You came!” Kirishima smiles at the sight of you standing beside the rose petal path he made.

-”What is all of this...?” You mutter out.

-”This? Oh, well I thought you would like it, so me, Denki and Sero decided to decorate it to your liking.” Kirishima says proudly.

-”Kir-” You try to say Kirishima’s name, but he cuts you off.

-”No, let me talk first. My so called ‘manliness’ and ego got in a way of our relationship, and I had to tell you that you are more important to me than anything in this world. I had to tell you that I love you, so if you could just forgive me, I promise that I would never hurt you ever again...”

-Great, now he makes a good apology and a romantically lit place. How can you break up with him when goes through all of this effort just to please you?

-”Just spit it out Y/n, you could do this...” You think to yourself.

-You look at Kirishima and notice his beautiful red eyes were glistening and he had a big smile on his face. -”Kirishima, I don’t want this...” You mutter out, not making eye contact with him.

-”What do you mean?” He says with a confused voice.

-”I’m saying that I'm breaking up with you Eijiro.” You say while gritting your teeth.

-Kirishima stood there, scared, confused, sad, broken.

-”W-What? You’re joking, right?!” He shouts.

-”No Kiri, it’s really over...cya later...” You turn around and head back home, tears forming in your eyes.

-Kirishima fell to the cold floor with tears overflowing his face. He cried and cried for about 10 minutes when he decided to stand up and clean everything up.

-Things got worse from there. He didn’t sleep, eat, study, talk or do anything for days.

-All he did was sleep in bed and cuddle up to a big pillow imagining that it was you.

-He cried, a lot. He got nightmares about you, he had hallucination's that you were right beside him and everything horrible was happening to him in the span of those 3 weeks you were broken up.

-Things did get a bit better when Kirishima’s friends started to take care of him, but he wasn’t the same after you left him.

Hanta Sero:

-It was another boring day in class, you were still in an argument with Sero, and nothing really interesting happened.

-”Okay calm down you brats and listen up. I will be gone for 5 minutes to go to the principal Nezu’s office. Iida, you’re in charge of the class. Make sure nobody pokes out their eyes with pencils.” Aizawa says in front of the class and shortly after, leaves.

-Of course, nobody listened. There was so much noise you can probably hear the shouting of the class from outside the building.

-Sero, thought it would be a good idea to apologize to you in front of the whole class, so, he did.

-He stood up onto his chair and shouted.

“HEY GUYS, CAN YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN A BIT I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO MY BELOVED Y/N!”

-Suddenly, the class goes silent. Iida kinda mad at Sero for standing on his chair, but he let Sero go.

-”Y/n, babe. I’m sorry for being so ignorant towards you and your feelings! I promise that I will make sure to spend more time with you than my friends, and I promise that I can make you happy with me again!” He shouts out so you can hear him.

-Blush started to form on your cheeks, not because you actually liked the apology, but because of embarrassment.

-Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on you. Everybody cheering on both of you and waiting for your next move.

-”I-I...” You mutter out from embarrassment.

-Sero looks at you with pleading eyes, as if making you feel guilty for doing this to him.

-You’ve snaped and took Sero’s hand, getting him off his chair and heading out of the classroom.

-”What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Do you even realize how much you just embarrassed me?! Everybody are probably waiting for my answer to be ‘I forgive you’, but Sero I DON’T LOVE YOU!” You scream, realizing your voice was a bit too high.

-Sero’s smile drops, and a serious look appears on his face.

-”What, did you say...?” He asks, his eyes wide open.

-”I said, I don’t love you. I want a break up.” You sigh, feeling relief rush through your body.

-Sero didn’t answer, he just looked at you.

-”Hanta, goodbye...” You smile and head back to the noisy class.

-After class, he rushed to his dorm where he cried for HOURS.

-He wasn’t talking to any of his friends and made sure his door was locked.

-In the mornings, he didn’t eat, so his friends put food beside his door, hoping he’ll eat something.

-Depression and anxiety took over him and his thoughts, Sero didn’t know what to think nor do.

-All he wanted is to have you back, he didn’t care if you wouldn’t love him. Just, be beside him and he’ll be happy.

-He did talk to his friend, saying everything is okay when it clearly wasn’t.

Denki Kaminari:

-You get a call from Mina out of nowhere while you were doing your homework.

-”Hey girl, what’s up?” You answer the phone with a happy voice.

-”Hey there bestie! Listen here, I need you to come to my house pronto, I gotta show you some!” Mina says.

-And just like that, you arrived at Mina’s house, not expecting anything, BUT OHO HO OH NO. You were wrong <3

-As you take a step into her house, you see a light-yellow haired person sitting on the couch.

-”Haha, I forgot to take something from my garage, you just wait here.” Mina smiles and goes out of the house through the front door, closing it after her?

-You giggle and take a step into the living room where you saw him...

-”D-Denki?! What the hell are you doing here?!” You shout.

-”Y/n! Oh, thank god you came! Please listen on what I have to say!” Denki shouts back.

-”We have nothing to talk about Denki.” You answer him with a serious tone, almost sounding like you were angry and about to kill him.

-”Y/n, I love you! J-Just listen to me and my apology!” Denki says with big, pleading puppy eyes.

-You sit down on the couch, criss cross applesaucing your legs.

-”Baby, I’m SO sorry for being a terrible boyfriend! I know I didn’t spend much time with you, and I do know that you felt left out, so from this day on I swear that I will care about you even more!” He said, sincere words coming out of his mouth.

-But this wasn’t it. This, wasn’t the problem that got you angry at the first place. Did he really just have the audacity do apologize to you for something and not knowing what the cause of the problem was in the first place?!

-”Denki... Do you really not know why I’m mad at you?” You ask him, clenching your fists behind your back because of anger and disappointment.

-”Well, it’s because I didn’t give you enough attention...?” He answers, unsure of his answer.

-”KAMINARI, REALLY?! DID YOU JUST REALLY TRY TO APOLOGIZE TO ME AND NOT KNOW WHAT FOR?!” You scream at him.

-Denki sits there, confused and scared of what will happen next.

-”IT’S BECAUSE YOU KEEP FLIRTING WITH OTHER PEOPLE DENKI! IT’S BECAUSE YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT HOW I FEEL! HOW HARD WAS IT TO REALIZE IT?!” You continue screaming at him.

-Suddenly, everything goes silent. You run out of breath and patience, proceeding to say: -” I... I’m not happy in this relationship... Why the fuck would I date you, if you’ll just continue to flirt with everyone later on? Kaminari, I’m breaking up with you.”

-The world crashed underneath Denki’s feet. The feeling of pain proceeding to crash into him straight after.

He wanted to scream, but no words came out of his mouth. He was shocked, he was scared...

-”I’ll get going now...” You sigh and go out the door, meeting Mina on the way.

-”Sorry bub, I’ll check the thing out you wanted for me to see later.” You give her a weak smile and leave.

-Denki felt broken.

-He felt like everything amazing in this world vanished and the happiness he had once in his life vanished with you.

-He was calm at school, a bit too calm if you ask me.

-He didn’t talk to anyone and just sat there with a blank face beside his desk.

-But sometimes, he would leave the middle of the class to go to the bathroom and just cry there for the end of class.

-His friends would then find him and bring him back to the dorm for him to calm down.

-He would also shock anyone who touches him too, but it’s always an accident as he doesn’t expect anyone to touch him.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

-Finally! You’ve did it! You baked the fucking cake you tried to bake three times for no god damn reason, but at least now you feel accomplished.

-You look through your window and notice that it was already night time.

-”How long have I been baking for?” You think to yourself.

-Anyways, you cleaned up your kitchen and headed to your room where you changed into comfortable clothes and laid down on the bed.

-Suddenly, you get a bunch of texts at the same time and you feel like your phone is about to explode.

-”Who can be texting me at this hour?!” You mutter out and check your notifications.

-”43 UNREAD MESSAGES?!” God dang, who can be texting you so much? Did Sero get stuck on the ceiling again? Or did Bakugou explode Mina’s room?

-Thought’s ran through your head about who could’ve texted you but...you were wrong.

Shinsou:

*sad cat video*

*35 more, sad cat video’s*

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-”Hello Y/n. How have you been? I had to tell you that I’m sorry for being such a terrible boyfriend. I truly love you, and I didn’t mean to lash out on you. *more smart words because I’m lazy to write anything bla bla bla, boom done*, I hope you can forgive me, and my terrible actions.”

-Is he actually serious right now?! Why couldn’t he tell you this in person?! Was he scared? Does he mean anything he just texted you?!

Y/n:

-Are you serious?! Why can’t you just tell me this in person?! What kind of apology even is this? Shinsou, if you would really want for me to forgive you, you would come and talk to me in person. How am I supposed to know that this is genuine?

Shinsou:

-This is genuine! I didn’t think you would like to talk to me in person so I just texted you-

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Does he really think you’re that stupid to forgive him, just like that? -You sigh in annoyance and text back to him:

Y/n:

-I guess this is easier. Well, if we’re on the topic of texting and saying things that come to our minds, I guess I'll just spit it out.

Shinsou:

-Spit what out...?

Y/n:

-Shinsou, I’m breaking up with you-

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-There was no text back from Shinsou for a minute. You knew he read the message because underneath your text it said *read*

-”What could he be doing that he doesn’t text me back?” You think to yourself.

-Finally, you get a text back from him:

Shinsou:

-Alright.

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And just like that, you blocked his number and got back to bed, peacefully falling asleep and not thinking about what happened 5 seconds ago. Your body felt relief as you finally broke up with Shinsou and got this thought off of your chest.

-He on the other hand... Eh, let’s say he was not happy.

-Shinsou was mad, furious. “How could they break up with me OVER TEXT?!”

-He was angry at you and himself. “If I were a better boyfriend this wouldn’t have happened in the first place... But they could’ve at least broken up with me in person!”

-He got more sleep deprived than before, not getting a second of sleep.

-He didn’t cry, he didn’t get nightmares, but he did get hallucinations of you.

-He found himself thinking of you constantly. You were practically the only person on his mind 24/7.

-At school, he thought about just finding you and apologizing for hours.

-But, he didn’t do that. He was scared you were going to reject him and humiliate him in front of everyone. (His mind says “go apologize” but his insecurities said no <3)

Dabi: (ONCE AGAIN TW FOR SOMEBODY WHO HATES BLOOD/A BIT OF GORE! IF YOU AIN’T COMFORTABLE WITH READING SUCH THINGS, PLEASE CONTINUE READING THE SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS!)

-Your eyes flutter open, just to see a bright light of a lamp shining into your eyes.

-”Oh, god! What the fuck?!” You shout out, almost getting blind. (I would get mad too)

-You suddenly feel your arms tied up with something of what felt like a rope.

-”Oh, you’re awake. Took you long enough.” A male voice calls out you from behind you.

-Chills ran down your spine as you didn’t know what was happening. “What’s happening? Where am I? Who is that male?” thoughts ran through your head.

-Your start to try and move, but your legs were also tied up so you couldn’t do much.

-”Haha, you look so scared. Like a kitty taken against its will.” The male says, softly chuckling after.

-You didn’t say anything, not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t. The fear that was growing inside of you didn’t let you even make a word out for you to say.

-The male moves the lamp away from your eyes.

-Finally, you can see! Your eyes adjust to the new lighting and your eyes open wide.

-The male, was your boyfriend...

-”D-Dabi?! What the hell are you doing?! Are you out of your god damn mind?!” You scream, shocked and surprised on seeing Dabi.

-”What do you mean? Were you never taken out on a date by your significant other?” He says with a big smile spreaded across his face.

-”Taken out on a date?! Do you think this is some kind of joke?! YOU KIDNAPED ME YOU FUCKER!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

-Suddenly, you feel Dabi’s hand holding your neck with a rough grip, slightly using his quirk and leaving marks on you. You couldn’t breathe, your eyes were rolling back into your head.

-”If you don’t want to be hurt, you better pick your words carefully before making me do something I might regret.” He says with a harsh voice and let’s go of you and your neck.

-You gasp for air while coughing your lungs out. “Is this guy out of his mind?!” You think to yourself.

-You hear Dabi sigh as he sits down in front of you.

-”Listen Y/n, I'm sorry. I know I might not be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, but c’mon, how can you not love someone like me?” He gives you a soft smile and continues. “I love you babe, and I’m sorry.”

-You look at him, tears forming in your eyes.

-God, he really liked it when you cried. And as toxic as it may sound, he loved it when you suffered.

-”Well, what do you say? Will you forgive me?” Dabi asks with a grin stuck on his face.

-You look at him and then at the floor. “I think that... It would be better if we ended whatever this is. Dabi, I don’t love you, and it definitely doesn’t seem like you love me either.” You mutter out, but that was enough for him to hear you.

-He suddenly stood up, not saying a word, making his way to a table in the corner of the room.

-You look at him, confused. “What are you doing...?” You say, but he didn’t answer.

-He took something sharp from that table, almost looking like a knife.

-Chills ran down your spine as you thought of the worst situations that might happen to you at this moment.

-”My dear Y/n... You sometimes make such dumb decision’s I’m almost surprised at how stupid you actually are.” Dabi says as he makes his way closer to you.

-He then proceeds to go behind you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “W-What are you doing?” You mutter out once again, scared out of your mind.

-He gives you a kiss on the cheek and laughs. “I’ll miss you Y/n.”

-And those were the last words you heard before getting your neck sliced into pieces.

-Blood gushed out of the place Dabi stabbed you in, making it look like a fountain of blood.

-Dabi laughed at the sight of you desperately trying to breath as blood covered your entire body.

-”I told you to pick your words carefully baby.” He whispered into your ear and left you inside of that room, still tied up.

-After the incident, with you gone, Dabi became kind of relieved.

-He was happy you weren’t there to annoy him anymore, and he was diffidently happy about you not being there to ruin all of his so called ‘fun’.

Tomura Shigaraki:

-”Shigaraki, please go and apologi-”

-”NO! Why the fuck would I do that?!” Shigaraki yell’s back at Kurogiri that was trying to convince him to apologize to you.

-”I don’t know, maybe it’s because you haven’t left your room in over two weeks now? Or maybe it’s because you’ve suffered from the day you’ve got into an argument with Y/n.” Kurogiri says with annoyance in his tone.

-Shigaraki didn’t answer for a split second before saying: “How should I apologize to them...?”

-Kurogiri sighs in relief that Shigaraki finally gave into apologizing to you.

-”The easiest way is to go to their place and apologize there.” Kurogiri answers with a happier tone.

-”Okay, I’ll do it-” Shiggy answers and gets out of his room, running straight to the bathroom.

-”What’s his deal?” Dabi says, coming into the LOV hide out.

-”Young love...” Kurogiri simply says and leaves the room.

-Shigaraki took a shower, got his cleanest clothes on and started going to your place at midnight.

(-Why midnight? Idk, he felt like it.)

-”C’MON, GO YOU PUSSY!” Dabi shout’s out from the bush in your backyard.

-”WAIT, I’M GETTING READY!” Shigaraki shout’s back.

-”YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS MOVING BEFORE I BURN IT OFF!” Dabi says once again.

-Shigaraki does an ‘ehem’ sound and knocks at you front door, hoping you would open it.

-To his luck, you gently push the door open, asking yourself why there was Shigaraki in front of you and Dabi sitting in a bush.

-”What do you want?” You ask Shiggy, harshly leaning you back at the door.

-”Hey Y/n. Long time no see? I uh... Um-” He stuttered, panicking about what to say.

-He might not seem gentle when you first met him, but later you realized he has a soft side, and this ladies and gentlemen, was his soft side.

-”I... I wanted to say um... I uh-”

-”If you aren’t going to say anything, I’m closing this door and leaving you in the cold.” You cut Shiggy off, clearly mad at him for wasting your time.

-”I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to lash out on you. I know I might be aggressive with my words at times, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Shigaraki mutters out like a child apologizing to his parent’s.

-He then proceeds to carefully hug you, his hand’s wrapping around your shoulder’s.

-Suddenly, he feel’s himself being pushed away, and with confusion on his face, he sees hatred and disappointment in your eyes.

-”Who gave you the right to hug me out of nowhere?!” You shout at Shigaraki, making it clear you are not pleased by his actions.

-”I’m your boyfriend...?” Shiggy says, confused by why you asked that sort question.

-”Oh, right. I still didn’t break up with him-” You think to yourself.

-”Shigaraki, no, you aren’t my boyfriend. I thought I made it clear by not answering your call’s nor text’s, not talking to you and so on. Did you really think I would still want to be with you after I do all that?!” You shout out, breaking Shigaraki’s heart into a million pieces by the word’s that just came out of your mouth.

-You look him in the eyes and not saying a word before sighing and continuing your sentence.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

-Shigaraki did nothing. He only looked at you, admiring your beautiful facial features for the last time.

-”Goodbye Y/n...” He says and runs off to the dark street, Dabi following him from behind.

-”Thank god this is finally over with...” You think to yourself as you watch Shigaraki leave.

-Back at home, Shigaraki’s situation got worse.

-He screamed, screamed a lot. At night, in the morning, in the evening, afternoon, just at the thought of you.

-His eyes became more swollen than they were ever before, making his vision blurry from all the crying.

-He also didn’t visit the LOV and everybody started to wonder what happened to him.

-Shigaraki never got out of his room, and let his anger out by breaking everything he saw in the room.

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It’s over! It’s finally over! I deeply apologize to you my dear person who requested this, and also the people who were wondering why I didn’t post for so long.

My lazy ass really said: “let’s take it slow...” So, I did.

Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed this!

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champagnebrock · 3 years

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b,s&t | three

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY — you sit alone in a restaurant, hopeful that jimin, jungkook and taehyung will show up.

PAIRING — eventual yoongi x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 1,673

WARNINGS — crying, hoseok yelling, reader feeling sad, swearing and lying.

NOTES — felt like givin’ an extra surprise update :) hope y’all are enjoyin’ the story so far :)

POSTED — 08/16/21

CHAPTER THREE: flakey friends

Febuary, 1st 2014

—IT'S BEEN ABOUT A month since you began training with the boys, and you're beginning to realize how much easier training was compared to preparations for an actual comeback. that being said, things were progressively getting better. jungkook and taehyung are speaking to you, but only when jimin’s out of ear shot. jimin’s nose ended up being fine, and after ten minutes of yoongi grilling him, jimin admitted it might have been his fault and not yours. a truly small amount of progress, but progress nonetheless which leaves you hopeful. you’re slowly getting a handle on your schedules too, and you’re nearly a master at avoiding jimin. dance practice his the most difficult place to avoid him, especially considering jungho has you and jimin in a two foot bubble together for almost the entirety of the choreography.

"stop, stop!" jungho shouts, staring daggers at jimin and you. "i understand that the two of you are having a hard time getting along, but in order for this to work you two need to at least act like you tolerate each other." he sighs, rubbing his temples, "grab a drink, then we'll run through it again,"

chest heaving, you twist on the balls of your feet, and walk over to the far wall to pick up your water bottle. you take a few mouthfuls, and silently watch the way the others interact. jungkook, jimin and taehyung joke around, splashing water at each other, and yoongi leans against a wall closing his eyes. hoseok and namjoon are discussing the choreography, and jin is pouring water on a bandanna to tie around his neck. while it's apparent that the older members hold no ill-will towards you, and actually are trying really hard to make you feel accepted, it's also quite obvious, that for whatever reason jimin has it out for you, and jungkook and taehyung care about what he thinks too much to stand up for you themselves. understandable, when you were their age you did just about anything to fit in. that lead to a lot of regrettable words and actions, however now, you’re at peace with those decisions, going as far as to apologize to many of the people you hurt in the past.

screwing the cap back onto your water bottle, you walk across the room to where the younger members are sitting, and they immediately stop talking, their joking manner and smiles dropping. you rub the back of your neck, "i think we got off on the wrong foot, i was wondering if i could treat you guys to supper after practice today?" you look up, meeting jimin's eyes. he studies you hard for a few seconds.

"you know what? we'd love that," jimin says, a smile spreading across his lips. baffled looks spreading across both taehyung and jungkook's faces. you try really hard to push down your own surprise, and smile.

"really? awesome! i know this really good restaurant just down the block that we could go to. you guys are really going to like it,"

"sounds great," jimin says sweetly, "how about after practice we all shower get changed, and we'll all meet there, sound good?"

"yeah, sounds perfect. i’ll text you the adress," you grin, as jungho claps his hands. you all get into position, and run through the dance flawlessly twice before jungho dismisses you.

"remember, rehearsals start at one, no exceptions. now go get some sleep." everyone begins packing up their things, and jungho calls for you to stay back. once all the boys file out, he crosses his arms over his chest. "what's up with you and jimin?"

"i honestly don't know, i think he's upset that i'm throwing off the balance of the group. throwing off what was a 'perfect' thing in his eyes." you sigh, taking a sip from your water bottle.

"i think he feels threatened," jungho says slowly, studying your face. "by training, jimin isn't a 'kpop/hiphop' dancer. he's a contemporary dancer. learning a whole new style of dance is hard, and lately it's been really hard for him, because he works himself so hard, and he's not giving himself time to rest. he's threatened because you picked it all up so easily," he sighs, uncrossing his arms. "all i'm saying is that he will come around, you're just going to have to be patient, and when he comes around the other two will follow closely behind if not the other way around. just don't try and force something that's not there right now, okay?" you nod, "now go get a shower before the boys use all the hot water on you."

"thanks jungho," you smile, grabbing your bag and heading out to the hallway. you walk along the narrow hallway, towards the stairs, and take them two at a time up to the main floor. you turn to your left, walking into the girls locker room, and begin to get ready for your shower. you can hear the boys giggling and shouting across the hall in the boys locker room. you turn on the tap, and grab your shampoo, and conditioner, and body wash from your bag and step into the stall, closing the door behind you.

you shower quickly, and once you're done, you change into a clean pair of jeans, snug fluffy thermal sweatshirt, and pull your sneakers back on. you head out back the way you came, pulling your phone out of your pocket and calling your dad. it being really early where he is in the states right now, you don't expect him to pick up, so you leave him a voicemail.

"hey dad, it's y/n... just called to let you know that i'm doing good, i'm actually headed out for dinner with the boys, which is super surprising, but i'm glad. i really hope that maybe we can get whatever problems there are out of the way, and we can at least tolerate each other... maybe even become friends, hehe. call me when you get the time, and i'll to let you know how it all goes. i love you! tell sam i say hi. okay, bye!" you hang up and then shoot your sister a goodnight text.

you walk towards the restaurant, and find that you're the first to arrive. you slide into a table for four, and order just a water, asking for three more menus. you scroll through your instagram feed, looking at all the photos of your classmates enjoying university and starting families. instead you're a world away, chasing a dream that's within reach, yet feels so far away. you sit there for an hour, before realizing that they never planned on coming. your phone buzzes in your hands, a notification from hoseok.

[ hoseok | 10:55pm ]

hoseok:

hoseok: super sad you couldn’t make it to dinner!jimin told is you weren’t feeling well!

hoseok: feel better!! there’s chicken noodle soup in the pantry, as well as ginger ale you can help your self too!

you stare at your phone for a few minutes, your blood boiling, and at a loss for words. you should've seen that coming, you feel embarrassed, and really really stupid. then waitress comes by again, asking if you want to order, and you nod this time.

"can i get an order of tteokbokki to go please? i'm really sorry for wasting your time." the girl brushes your apology aside.

"it's okay, flaky friends are awful." you nod, forcing a smile, though your eyes burn. the girl takes your silence as an end for the conversation, and leaves you alone.

the girl returns a bit later, handing you your order, you hand her more than enough for the meal, "keep the change," you mutter, rushing out of the restaurant, just as you begin crying. you feel stupid crying about it, you knew deep down that this was a possibility, yet your hope for things to work out, out weighed your rationality. pulling your phone back out you send hoseok a reply.

[ hoseok | 10:59 pm ]

you: thanks hobi! i hope you guys have fun 🙃

you walk slowly toward the group's dorm, and dread the idea of them beating you back. however, at the same time you don't have the energy to walk any faster. being upset about jimin, taehyung and jungkook not telling you about the group dinner, mixed with how hard you practiced today has you feeling drained. luckily, one of you prayers is answered. when you get to the dorm, no ones there yet. you settle in, kicking your shoes to the side and sliding on your slippers. you drop your practice bag, and head straight for the kitchen.

you wolf down your order of tteobokki, and then grab your practice bag and slip into your room just as you hear the front door open and the boys enter. you change quickly, sliding into bed as fast as possible, grabbing a random book from your nightstand, as foot steps approach your door.

"—hobi hyung, just leave her alone," you hears jimin's muffled whine, followed by hoseok telling him to shut up.

there's a soft knock at the door, "come in," you call, not particularly in the mood to have any conversation with anyone, but as to not tip off hoseok, you suffer. hoseok pokes his head in.

"how ya feelin'?" he asks softly, slipping into the room, closing the door behind him. "i figured you'd be asleep already," he leans against the door, waiting for an answer.

"i'm trying, figured reading would help..." you trail off, and avoiding his eyes by staring at his forehead.

hoseok scoffs, "why are you covering for him? we already yelled at him."

you feel ice hot panic shoot through you, you feel your eyes begin to burn, "i- i don't know what you're talking ab—"

"really? this is the way you want things to go?" hoseok deadpans.

"i'm trying really hard here not to add to the stress you, jin, yoongi and namjoon are under..."

his expression softens, "y/n, you're apart of this team now, and nothing jimin of all people can do or say that's going to change that."

"i know, but—"

"no y/n! no but's. if he pulls something like this again you tell us, got it?" you nod, unable to speak. hoseok nods back, "now goodnight, i hope you sleep well. and i'm sorry for yelling." without waiting for any sort of reply or acknowledgement, hoseok turns around and leaves.

you sit there, unsure of what to do, then you close your book place it on your night stand, and flick off the light. you pull your comforter up over your head, and try to keep your crying to a minimum. this is exactly what you didn't want. you can already tell that things are going to be worse from here on out.

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ghostofbambifanfiction · 3 years

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Part 1 of ?????

Started writing this fic a while ago and then lost faith in it. Should I continue? Feel bad for not posting much lately so I thought I'd share this. Read on and weigh in.

COME OUT TONIGHT

You don't have to fucking shout?

Said the pot to the kettle?

Oh you grandmother The caps were an accidental by-product of voice-to-text Blame Siri if you're going to blame anyone

You have a Samsung Galaxy S20.

HAD. It got smashed. Worst luck. Listen, come out with me tonight.

Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm tired!

https://www.boots.com/wellness/vitaminsandsupplements/vitamins-supplements-shop-by-ingredient/echinacea

Hah (indifferent)

Just come out with me! Isaac has to go see some godawful student performance of the Antigone in wherever the fuck Chichester is and it's Sirius's flatmate's birthday party so I have to go and I don't know any of his weird mates

You don't HAVE to go.

Have to/want to Semantics

I'm not in a birthday party mood. I'm having a stressful week. My arse has been tense since Tuesday.

I will wade into the deep and massage your arse if I have to, just come It's a swank pad in Belgravia! I bet they'll have all sorts of expensive nibbles!

I read that as expensive nipples.

Those too!

Partying it up with the children of wealthy Tories. Sounds super fun.

Just come out with me, for fuck I'll pick you up at 7 and we can steal their silverware if it's boring as the grave

URGH I'll go but I'm NOT dressing up!

You don't have to dress up!

FINE!

take the drawings down please i'm begging you i'm actually begging you

Nah mate

siriusssssssss pleeeeeease

Nah

PLEASE

Nah

PLEASE ffs it's MY birthday!!!! there are going to be PEOPLE there! standing around! AT EYE LEVEL

I don't see what the problem is.

EVERYONE will see what the problem is! they literally will not be able to IGNORE what the problem is!

Sounds like a recipe for lively discussion to me tbh

that is NOT what i want people talking about at my birthday!

If I take them down, I'll have to take all the nails out and that'll leave nail marks all over the walls. It would be unsightly.

MORE UNSIGHTLY THAN YOUR DICK, SIRIUS?

My dick is bewitching.

DIE

She walks in expecting to find herself the infiltrator of a Made in Chelsea/Royal Ascot/Henley Regatta netherworld, filled with a gaggle of giggling, SW-postcode socialites wielding suspiciously powder-edged Harrods Amex cards in the place of horses and boats, but that's not what actually greets her on the other side of the lacquered front door.

What greets her is really quite ordinary.

Aside from the naked drawings of Kingsley's mate, which aren't.

Otherwise, the whole affair is pretty relaxed. People her age are clustered in their small groups, swigging beers. There's a table of oven-heated party foods, salty snacks and rapidly depleting ramekins of guac. She spies more band shirts than there are dress shirts. There's a round of Fortnite in full swing on the TV.

It's all just...startlingly normal. A normal birthday party.

And that's sort of embarrassing, really.

Where are all the visible Tory toffs, she wonders? Where is the braying laughter? The Eton alumni reunion? The glimpse of hunting-happy tweed and shotgun barrels as a coat cupboard door swings shut? Where's the indelible air of sneering superiority, of "we're richer and more privileged and better than you, so fuck the NHS and death to foxes!" that she'd been expecting? There's a fucking Henry Hoover in the corner of the hall, for Christ's sake. Lily came here to smile through her teeth at them all, to listen to the champagne problems privilege that bubbled from their lips and tell herself that she was the one who knew better, who thought better. Her plain white tee and skinny jeans and scuff-toed, high-top trainers were supposed to be a statement, a subtle setting-apart, but she's not even the most underdressed person in the room.

She pre-judged a house full of people. What's that about?

There's a lesson to be found in this. Perhaps.

James covered all of the dicks in Paw Patrol stickers that he bought from the newsagent on his way home from his mum's, but Sirius peeled them all off while he was taking a soothing lavender bath, so what's the bloody point in birthdays anyway?

It's early in the evening, and he's wedged—against his will—between the dining room bar and Shane Ruttle, who has just pointed at one of the many lamentable dicks and asked, "Is this one of yours?" which James kind of wants to thump him for. It's bad enough that he looks like a madman who stuffed his house with naked drawings of his brother, now people are actually assuming that he drew the damn things, even though most of the compositions are appallingly far beneath his skill level. He's a professional illustrator, for the love of god, and Shane is really standing before him like the posturing prick he is, asking him if he's the one who drew Sirius with one arm disproportionately longer than the other.

He knows that he should cheer up.

It is his birthday. There is cake.

Good cake, too, not the kind that gets buried in too-thick fondant that he has to pick off before he can eat what's underneath.

The problem is, there's also a party, and his friends are his friends, Peter and Sirius included, and Peter and Sirius can both get drunk much faster than James can. When Peter and Sirius get drunk, serious injuries tend to follow, Remus tends to fuck off in a flash and James tends to be the one who calls for an ambulance or mothers them back to health—physical, mental or otherwise. He has just turned twenty-six, and these repeated, drunkenly dramatic medical emergency scenes are starting to wear a little thin.

Can't a man get comfortably drunk and have a laugh at his own birthday party?

No, he can't, because Peter's already halfway to trashed, wobbling unsteadily towards the French doors that lead to the terrace, wearing that look on his face that says I'm definitely going to vomit or maybe even shit myself like I did on that one night we all spent in Munich with the Belgian handball team and the creepy tour guide who couldn't keep his sleazy hands to himself. For the sake of sparing the lawn such a punishment, James hastily removes himself from Shane, grabs Peter by the collar, shoves him in the direction of the downstairs loo and retreats to the safety of the living room, where there are, at least, no naked drawings of Sirius gracing the walls.

Most of the people in here are transfixed by Saffy Stephens, who is down to the last three in her Fortnite game and cursing like a sailor, but there are a small pile of birthday cards on the end table where James and Sirius normally keep their keys. He perches on the sofa arm, sets his half-drunk beer bottle on the carpet, pushes his dark, disheveled hair away from his forehead and begins leafing through them. It's a necessity when one lives with Sirius, who thinks nothing of swiping gift cards when the mood strikes him and he's had enough to drink.

They're mostly from his female friends, and all pretty standard, until he reaches the middle of the pile and finds a card bearing a picture of a moustached tabby and the caption: Have a Purr-fect Birthday!

The inscription inside is written in a lovely, swirling hand.

To Jasper/Jack/Jason/maybe Ja Rule?/J-something idk

(see above: everything I've learned about you from the friend* I came here with, verbatim)

(*who can't remember your name)

Happy Birthday! Thank you for (not) specifically inviting me, a stranger, to your party to celebrate this momentous event in your life. Please enjoy this festive card/social nicety/convention from me to you. My friend brought rum which you may prefer.

I'll be around. Not that you'll know.

James lowers the card and twists on the sofa arm at once, eyes darting around the room in search of its author, as if they might be laying in wait to watch him read it and see how he reacts. Nobody appears to have ducked behind the couch, however, so the situation merits further scrutiny.

Obviously, he needs to meet this person.

A mystery! At his birthday party!

He perks right up after that.

She's coming out of the downstairs loo when a short, blonde man in a garish Hawaiian shirt barrels past her and pukes all over the chequerboard tiled floor, narrowly missing her jeans.

"Oh no," he moans into his wet hands. "Oh no—"

"There there, mate," says Lily consolingly, never one to judge somebody for getting drunk early at a party. She pats him on the back before squeezing past him and rejoining Kingsley, who is standing in one of this meandering Georgian house's many hallways, chatting to a bloke in a houndstooth sweater vest and holding two glasses of something very, very sparkly that she must try at once.

"It's like...it's like everything and nothing at the same time," Houndstooth Bloke is saying when Lily draws close, gesturing to a huge canvas painting of a rain-soaked fairground at night.

"Is it?" Kingsley asks.

"Mmm. Very." Houndstooth shakes his shoulders like he's slipping out of a robe. "Meant to be esoteric, I suppose."

That sounds suspiciously like pretentious bullshit to Lily, who doesn't find the concept of a merry looking fairground all that difficult to absorb. Kingsley knows more about the art world than she does, but he must agree with her assessment because he grunts and shoves her glass into her hand when she stops beside him, and more roughly than she deserves, as if she's the one who landed him in this mess of a conversation to begin with.

Trust him to find himself stuck with the only dick (not etched by a 4B Steadtler graphite pencil) in the building, and trust her to be stuck with the person who got himself stuck with King.

"What are we talking about?" she asks brightly, just to fuck with him.

"Drink your champagne, there's a good little hen," King mutters, his teeth clenched together, hallway lights bouncing off the smoothly waxed dome of his bald head.

"We've been discussing this piece." Houndstooth nods to the painting, but his limpid eyes narrow on Lily's face. "Christ, you're very redheaded, aren't you?"

It's decided. She'll wait 'til Houndstooth is drunk and trip him up with Henry Hoover's hose.

"Ergo soulless, yes," she agrees.

"And you...enjoy that?" he asks, as if being redheaded is her profession.

"Very much, thanks."

"Hmmp. Well. I came here with Saffron," he announces, pronouncing it Sef-ron. As if Lily is supposed to know who that is. "Platonically, of course. Actually, we're some sort of cousins, I think. What do you think the artist is trying to convey?"

He's very pointedly asking her, so Lily blinks at the painting, her eyes on the outstretched arm of a child on the carousel.

"I like the pretty colours," she decides aloud.

"Right," says Houndstooth, "but that's not—"

"And the lights, too. The lights are really pretty."

"But—"

"I love funfairs, actually," she brightly continues, finding a strange satisfaction in playing dumb in front of Houndstooth and his overbleached fade. Although she does really like the colours. "Haven't been to one in years!"

"Yes, good, whatever, but what is the artist trying to convey?"

"What artist?" comes a voice from behind them.

Lily glances over her shoulder and finds herself looking up at the man whose penis she's spent the past thirty minutes avoiding eye contact with, though he is taller, better proportioned and infinitely more beautiful than any of those crudely drawn depictions could possibly convey. He is also beplumed and bejewelled like a pirate, wearing a sumptuous velvet jacket over a loose white shirt, numerous rings on his fingers and an assortment of silver chains around his slender neck, while his grey eyes and elegantly high-set cheekbones are framed by a tumble of black hair that genuinely looks like silk.

The man is so beautiful, in fact, that Lily immediately wonders why he's been taking sketches home from the life drawing class that he and Kingsley pose for—hence their acquaintance and Lily's presence at this party—when nothing she's seen tonight has done him any justice.

Most happily, his penis is tucked safely out of sight.

"Alright, Sirius?" says King.

"Alright, Marvel?" Sirius claps a hand to the taller man's massive shoulder. Kingley's muscles bulge in a way that cannot be hidden by modern habiliments. "What are we talking about?"

"Not much." Houndstooth looks put out by the arrival of yet another person. "We were just mesmerised by this piece."

Lily refrains from gesturing to the painting with both hands and a "ta-dah!" choosing instead to sip her champagne.

It's very good champagne. Mmm. Yes.

"Oh, yeah, it's really something," Sirius agrees. He brushes past Kingsley and runs a finger over the illegible squiggle of a signature on the canvas. His nails are beautifully manicured. "Local guy, young up-and-comer. I assume you've heard of Algernon?" he asks Houndstooth, fixing him with a steely-eyed stare.

"Er, yes." Houndstooth's gaze slides from Sirius to the painting. "I know him."

Sirius's eyebrows lift. "Know him personally?"

"Well—"

"That's so weird, I heard he never speaks to people."

Houndstooth chews on the inside of his cheek, weighing up the challenge. "How…funny."

"Funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, I know I've spoken to him before, and since you've bought his painting I assumed that you'd have—"

"That is funny, actually," Sirius interrupts, "because the artist is my brother, and Algernon is the name of his cat."

Kingsley has been tugging on his earring and almost rips it out of his ear as his body convulses, champagne spraying from his nostrils, while an alarming red flush sweeps across Houndstooth's face and he begins to sputter on his own self-importance. Sirius has clearly decided that he's done with all of that noise, however, because he turns back to Lily instead, looking her up and down with great and sudden interest.

"Who's this then?" he asks Kingsley, cocking his head to one side. "James's present?"

The champagne glass swings down and Lily fixes him with a deadpan stare. "Excuse me?"

Sirius slants a grin at Kingsley, a quick flash of teeth. "This one's queenly, isn't she?"

Kingsley wipes his nose with the back of his hand and laughs again. "Hardly."

"This is Primark, mate," Lily retorts, tugging on her t-shirt.

"Queenliness is a state of mind," says Sirius, "not a state of wardrobe."

"You had me marked down as a prostitute not ten seconds ago."

"Oh, that. I was only joking," he sighs, and grips her arm at the elbow, his long fingers cool against her skin. "But still, you're far too attractive to stand here talking to this clown. Come with me and I'll find you someone better."

James's friends are useless.

And drunk. Useless and drunk—or sort of drunk, in Saffy's case. Remus is certainly already pissed, but Remus is on meds so often that he drinks but once in a blue moon. One cocktail is usually enough to set him off, and he's been hard at the gin since he turned up with Peter at six.

"I don't know anyone with those initials," Saffy declares, once she has read, examined and even sniffed the birthday card for clues. "Except for Lisa Edelstein."

"Who's Lisa Edelstein?"

"Cuddy from House," says Remus, lowering the negroni from which he has been drinking deeply.

James pulls a face. "What the fuck is a Cuddy?"

"Oh, actually, it could mean le?" Remus suggests.

"Yes!" Saffy points at him like he might be onto something. "Like the French word for the?"

"Exactly, like—"

"It doesn't mean that!" James interrupts, unwilling to allow such profanity in his home. "That doesn't make sense, why would somebody sign their name as the?"

"Now you're asking me to explain how French people think?" says Saffy derisively, adjusting her bra strap beneath that burnt orange waistcoat she loves, the one that makes her look like she's directing a pornographic movie in the 70s when she pairs it with her tortoiseshell-framed aviators. It clashes wildly with her electric blue buzz-cut. "Am nooooo drunk enough for that."

"They could be one of those one word moniker pop stars, I suppose," Remus pipes up, smiling slyly. "You know, like Madonna?"

They think James doesn't realise that they're taking the piss out of him, but neither of them are sober enough to attempt their gambit with any kind of subtlety or grace.

"You know that's actually her real Christian name?" says Saffy.

Remus turns towards her with interest. "What, Madonna?"

"Yeah!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Saffy repeats. "I thought it couldn't possibly be her real name because, I mean, Madonna, yeah? But then I looked it up and apparently that's the name her mummy gave her, just goes to show—"

"I'm sorry," James interrupts, "but is Madonna relevant to this conversation?"

"Yes, always," says Saffy.

"She's an international pop megastar," Remus seconds.

James stares at his friend incredulously. "Drinking really chips away at your wit, y'know?"

"Does it?" Remus grins lazily and jiggles his cocktail in the air. "Oh, well, I'm negronly joking."

Saffy does a spit-take without the spit and clings helplessly to Remus's shoulder as she laughs, knees buckling, bangles tinkling, but James fights his own urge to start snickering.

"It's not that funny," he lies, and Remus eyes him with an alarmingly teacher-like shrewdness, despite the tellingly intoxicated flush that has crept into his thin, freckled face.

James's love of puns is tragically well known.

"You didn't get it." Remus points at his drink. His speech is starting to slur. "This is a negroni, what I said was—"

"Yeah, I got that part, I just—"

"Jesus fuck, look at her!" Saffy suddenly hisses, staggering sideways into Remus and sending him into the wall in a flurry of giggles—Remus giggling?—her voice hushed and urgent. "Who the hell is that?!"

James does look, following the direction of Saffy's gaze. Sirius has just entered the living room, casually clutching the elbow of a……

……goddess.

An actual. Like. Goddess.

A goddess. In James's house. In his living room. In the place where he eats his chocolate boulder cereal and rewatches Scrubs (even season 9, which is hilarious, and very unfairly disparaged by Joe Public) on Saturday mornings.

She's a goddess. A real one, and cleverly disguised as a mortal, sure, with her slouchy white t-shirt and her big hoop earrings and her light blue jeans that are torn at the knees, wearing her shoulder-length red hair half up, half down and slightly messy, but that doesn't hide what she is.

"Oh my god," he murmurs. His heart is pounding all of a sudden, which is so...utterly bloody stupid, but Saffy's right, bloody look at her, Jesus fuck.

"Surely she can't be with Sirius?" Saffy murmurs back.

"No, she—" He watches Sirius lean down to mutter something in the redhead's ear. A ghost of a laugh flits across her beautiful face. "She's not his—he isn't—"

"D'you think—"

"No, I—"

"Good," says Saffy firmly. She lets go of Remus and rises, lengthening her spine. It is a battle stance of some sort, presumably. "Because I saw her first."

"No!" James cries, wounded, and the redhead shoots him a curious look with a pair of eyes that are startlingly emerald green, even from all the bloody way over here. He spins to face Saffy and lowers his voice, face burning. "It's my house!"

"What are you arguing here, ownership rights?"

"No but it—it's my birthday!" James retorts, jabbing at his own chest. "And, actually, and—"

"It's in the bloody post!"

"—you didn't get me a present!" he finishes in triumph, not that he knows what he's arguing for, because the likelihood is that his tongue will glue itself to the roof of his mouth if he even dares to look in her direction one more time. "Plus I set you up with Vanya Petrich, with whom, as I recall, you enjoyed four years—"

"Stop throwing that in my face!"

"—four blissful years—"

"Is it my fault that you've never fancied any girl I've set you up with?!"

"—promised me an Easter ham for setting you up with her and I never got it—"

"So now you'll trade a woman for a ham?" Saffy accuses, though her face is too lit up, her brown eyes too crinkled at the corners—she's having fun with this and she isn't going to fool him and she knows it. "That's so low, even—"

"Don't start with that," James scathingly cuts in. "You offered me Sean Connery's autograph for Bonnie Grogan's number—"

"Which you never gave me!"

"Because you forged the bloody signature!"

"And now she's bloody married!"

"Yeah, well, Isabella wouldn't give me a counterfeit present, would she?" he retorts, and Saffy lets her shoulders drop, smirking. "This is pointless, Saf, we can't—"

"She's just left with Sirius," Remus informs them, and burps.

#Jily #Part 1 #Of 3?#Honestly I just wanted to give you guys a treat

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really-awkward-pics-of-janus · 3 years

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so more about this patreon chat mod issue because i didn’t think people not on patreon would care so i didn’t include a lot of details. here are some more if you care/are concerned. god knows i am.

at the beginning of july there was a long text post published to the patreon addressing various things about the new asides, how long it was taking & why, talking about the new awkward adventures stuff, & other things, but most importantly at the end of the post thomas says they’ve hired some new people to the team. here’s a snippet of that part.

all well & fine, i was happy thomas was getting more help. we honestly didn’t really see much of a shift about things other than occasionally there would be references to a new woman on some streams; her name is lauren & thomas calls her their manager. she’s pretty cool. we like lauren.

today however, as usual i opened the stream an hour early & the chat was filled with the usual pre-stream discussions, jokes, & memes. most of you aren’t patreons so let me tell you what the chat is like; EXTREMELY buggy. even thomas has complained multiple times that he can’t scroll back up in the chat to see a message he was reading once it disappeared into the ether. so unfortunately, i don’t have any screenshots of the chat right now, you’ll have to take my word on all this. i apologize. if something happens & i can cap it before it disappears, know that i will try my best

so about five minutes before the stream officially started we got a long post from someone named “Moderator” in the chat. i was AFK at the time but was on call with @nonchimerical who was watching the chat right then. she said the message seemed fairly reasonable other than the no swearing rule, but since the chat actively moves, it was long gone before i got back. i imagine many, many people missed that message since the pre-stream chat is very small & most people only join 5-10 minutes after it’s started.

this is my first issue with this stream having a mod. we weren’t notified in a fair way, have no clue what the rules are, what the etiquette is, etc. i use the community manager announcement as an example that the team is very capable of bringing attention to a decision like this. we were told when brie was hired, when we got a new producer & the manager. why weren’t we notified in detail about a chat moderator? these streams are small, only 300-500 people attend each, we all basically know each other or recognize each other’s names. in my opinion, the only reason we needed a mod in the first place was to keep people from moderating each other about not spamming & stuff. but anyway. onto the next point.

to say that the chat is buggy is an understatement. the entire stream is buggy. thomas’ camera disconnects sometimes, the audio cuts out, becomes gargled - sometimes the stream just stops altogether & thomas always takes a good 5-15 minutes to catch on to the fact that anything is wrong in the first place. i thought, well having a mod will solve that! certainly thomas will be in direct communication with a mod like that or at least notice mod messages easier than normal mod messages! but no. that was too much to hope for evidently. when thomas started the game, it was very small in the left corner. we couldn’t see anything but him for a solid 10 minutes. the entire prologue of the game was lost to us. the moderate said to thomas, a couple times in the chat, that this was an issue. when thomas finally noticed & switched the camera & screen capture, it wasn’t due to the moderator messages but because people in the chat were spamming about it. as usual.

this is the way it’s always been in the streams; it’s a joke at this point we all laugh about. we send repeat messages shouting “HEY THOMAS, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER /AFFECIONATE,” THOMAS, CAMERA,” “oh no did anyone else’s audio go out?,” “thomas we can’t hear you ):” yes it’s a problem that this happens in the first place but it’s a problem of the website he uses, not his equippment. under the new mod rules, this is considered spamming. thomas is equally not paying attention to what the mod says, which is a very big issue, in & of itself.

so i won’t spoil what the stream actually is right now but i’ll say we’re playing a game that has the concept of “HP” in it. thomas joked that “HP” stood for “honesty potential.” this game is very queer, which will make the fact that someone in the chat joked that “HP” stood for “homo points” very funny, even if the sanders sides community wasn’t overwhelmingly queer. even if thomas himself wasn’t a literal homosexual.

the moderator saw someone say “homo points,” @’d them, & told them to “watch their language” & to “not use slurs in chat.”

i’m sorry. what?

quite a few people in the chat at that point called that out, saying that in the situation, this clearly wasn’t being used as a slur, & my main issue is, if we can’t use homo/homosexual in any way, shape, or form, we are admitting its primary use is a slur rather than an identity. it’s fucking problematic as well. it’s giving our identity to the bigots, we’re handing them that word with that way of thinking.

reclamation of slurs aside, the immediate context clearly wasn’t taken into account with this reprimanding. in a chat this small, in a fandom like this, i think that’s a major issue. context matters, & that is my second issue, now with this mod personally. if you’re going to mod a chat, know the fandom. know the environment you’re in & the kinds of jokes we have here or else you seem like a stranger in our house rather than someone helpful.

moving on, the other big issue i have with this mod is the no swearing rule. it’s so fucking hypocritical. thomas & the people thomas has on his streams swear regularly. thomas has encouraged/permitted the people he streams with to swear. & yet not ten minutes ago did someone in the chat get @’d & reprimanded for using the word “damn” in a fairly innocuous sentence.

a smaller, but annoying problem that has also happened in this stream so far is that the chat started spamming “F” for the “F in the chat meme.” after maybe fifteen of them rapidly in a row, the mod told everyone to stop the spamming. i know for a fact 99% of the people in this fandom understand the F in the chat meme. i know for a fact that most of the people in this fandom are familiar with streamming etiquette, which calls for some tasteful spamming occasionally. this mod had no clue what that meme was & when thomas saw every spamming F, he laughed. thomas got it. why didn’t the mod?

look. i don’t mind the chat having a mod. i think it could be very useful for stopping the more annoying/unnecessary spam & especially, if implemented correctly, to mitigate some technical issues. but this specific moderator isn’t clued in on the fandom & has unrealistic/hypocritical standards for a chat like this. i think either the mod needs to spend some time learning what a chat actually looks like & what this fandom is about or thomas needs to get someone different.

#tss #tss criticism #thomas sanders #thomas sanders criticism #tss patreon

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Free Comic Book Day

I was standing in line next to a Captain America Cosplayer on free comic book day and had this idea pop into my head. It was originally supposed to just be a short little quick thing, but I ended up writing a lot, so much so that I had to separate this into two parts with possible more if everyone likes it. So here is the first part and I will post the second in a couple days or so. Also shout out to my best friend @pusantheamazonian for being my betta reader.

Word Count : 1410

Warnings: None

Author: Me @bookchic20

Check up out Masterlist

As always credit to gif maker

Steves POV

“You lost the bet Cap you have to do it.” Tony laughs at Steve.

“Can’t I just go as myself why do I have to wear the whole uniform.” Steve asks. “What even is the whole point of this.”

“The bet was for the full suit so yes you have to wear it. And the point is you lost the bet.” Tony responds as he makes himself a sandwich.

“Just do it Steve. He won’t let up you know that, and plus there will probably be a bunch of kids there I bet they will be thrilled to see Captain America.” Natasha chimes in from her spot on the couch.

“Exhacthaly.” Tony says through a mouth full of sandwich. “Want a bite?” He asks holding out the sandwich to Steve.

“Uhhh…Fine.” Steve sighs rolling his eyes at Tony. “Just text me the address and tell me when I have to do it.”

“Will do Capsicle!” Tony yells after him as he walks out of the room.

-Couple of Days Later-

Capsicle Here is the address 555 State Street it’s a place called Crossover Comics and Games they open at 10 and you are going to be there on May 7th all right

Alright Tony, does it have to be that specific day?

Yes.

“Ugh….” Steve sighs and wipes a hand down his face. “I have got to stop taking bets from Tony.”

-Saturday May 7th -

Steve Got dressed that morning in his full suit, throwing the shield over his shoulder to stick to his back he heads out of his room wondering what the day is going to bring him. Losing a bet to Tony was never a good thing, but this one has Steve confused. He had to go to some comic book store in his full uniform. Steve can only imagine that Tony is hoping that there will be some Captain America superfan there. They can get a little crazy when they see him. He’s Dealt with a few of them, and they can come on pretty strong and often don’t understand personal space, or personal hygiene. But like Natasha said there could be some kids out there as well and that is something that Steve always enjoys. Kids are some of the few people that genuinely believe in heroes and it is so amazing to encourage that.

Sighing Steve looks down at his watch checking the time and realizing it’s getting close to when it opens, he decides to head down to the garage and jumps on his bike. Heading towards the comic book shop hoping that it will be worth it in the end and not too many crazy people will be there.

(Y/N) POV

“Micah!” You yell from the other room. “Come on your Aunt Susan is gonna be there before we even leave.”

“Coming Momma!” Your little seven-year-old girl comes running out of her room with one shoe on and the other in her hand, dragging her sweatshirt behind her.

“Oh honey.” You chuckle as you see her running towards you. “Come here let me help ya out.”

“Coming” She giggles as she jumps up into your arms.

You set her up on the kitchen counter and take the shoe out of her hand. “Now where does this go.” You look at the shoe curiously. “Here maybe?” You say putting the shoe on her hand.

“No Momma not my hand.” She says giggling and kicking her feet a little.

“Oh…hmmm….” You say with a fake contemplative look on your face. “Oh, I know! It goes here, right?” You sit the shoe on her head. “Now that looks right. Yes, the shoe definitely goes right there on your noggin.”

Micah starts laughing even harder knocking the shoe off her head. “Momma nooooooo!” She giggles out. “My foot Momma my foot!” She holds up her socked foot to you. “Here Momma”

“Oh, my goodness! How silly of me. Of course, it goes on your foot.” You say as you put the shoe on her foot. “How ever did you get so smart.” You say as you kiss her on the forehead. “Now let’s see what you picked out to wear today.” You pick her up and stand her back down on the floor.

Micah puts her sweatshirt on and does a little twirl. “Do you like it Momma?” She asks as she turns once more. Wearing a pair of blue tennis shoes, a pair of black pants and her favorite Captain America shirt under her tie dye zip up.

“You look beautiful baby girl.” You say taking her hand in yours and spinning her around. “Now do you want me to do anything with your hair or do you want to leave it down.

“Can you braid it two times please?” She looks up at you with big eyes.

“Alrighty piggy tail braids coming up and then we have to head out to meet Aunt Susan, okay?”

“Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy” She yells.

Steve’s POV

Pulling up to the store it shocked him there is a huge line of people and a big event was going on at the store. Signs all over the place saying free comic book day, and a huge line out the door. Of course, that’s why Tony picked this specific day, there are so many people here. This is going to be a long day, but at least you see a bunch of kids too that part will at least be fun. Getting of his bike he starts heading to the store. Some of the kids start getting excited tugging on their parents’ pants legs and pointing at him and waving.

Steve waves back at the children smiling and waving stopping to take some pictures with the ones who were brave enough and just talking to the ones who didn’t want to get to close. After Steve got through most of the kids outside some adults started to come up to him and started talking to him. Most were pretty nice and just told him how inspiring he was, but then there were a couple that were just what he feared.

One of them even tried to push some of the children out of the way to get to Steve. Steve politely pushed past the man to get to the children first, before turning around to talk to the guy that was in such a rush. He definitely was not smiling when he first started talking to him until he saw a little girl in a tie dye sweatshirt goes running by and jumps into someone’s arms. That reminded Steve why he was going to stay here with a smile for a little bit longer, but hopefully he would be able to get away from some of these overbearing adults.

(Y/N)s POV

“Auntie Susan Catch me!” Micah yells as she runs up to your best friend and jumps into her arms. Susan picks her up while she laughs. “We made it! I missed you!”

“I missed you too little Bug.” Susan says as she swings Micah in a circle. “We just have to tell your mom to invite me over more.”

“Aunt Susan you don’t need to be invited you have a key!” Micah says matter of factly.

“That is true Bug that is true.” She responds laughing before looking over at you. “Ohhhhh…. (Y/N) you’re here too.” She jokes.

“Hahaha yes, I am here too. I know you like Micah more than me, my baby girl stole my best friend from me.” You say dramatically holding your hand to your heart. “Anyway, you wanna go in and get our comics Bug.”

“Yes momma! And then can’t we get in that jumpy house after?” Micah asks with a big smile on her face.

“Hmmm I don’t know?” You say.

“Please?” Susan and Micah say simultaneously while using the big puppy dog eyes and quivering lip.

“Ah man you know that always works on me you two.” You say back to them. “Fine I guess you can bounce for a little bit. But then food!”

“Yay food!” They both yell, before turning to walk into the store.

Laughing you follow them in. luckily the line had died down but there was still a pretty big group of people in a bit of a semi-circle around something. Hmm… wonder what that could be. Eh, you had comics to get and a daughter that wanted to go into the bounce house. You had things to do.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #Avengers #marvel #captain america x reader #captain america #x reader #reader #reader insert #marvel fanfiction #rudemaidenswrite #free comic book day

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