#and she’s a horrible texter which I know

[guardian-rocket]

GOTG Texting headcanons Part 1

Headcanons since I been RPing Rocket's texts out I thought I'd put my thoughts on how each Guardian (or ex Guardian) texts. Just so I don't have to write it out on each one, no Guardian uses any internet codes like 'lol' or 'brb' because they don't know it. I am not headcanoning that all the Guardians have phones this is more along the lines of 'if' (although I'd assume Rocket and Nebula do from their time with the Avengers, Rocket with a dumb phone and Nebula with an outdated smart phone)

Rocket: Pretty formal, generally good punctuation, maybe a little too much, feels dumb about emojis but throws them in on occasion because he thinks that's the normal thing to do and wants to also seem normal. He can be fast or slow to respond depending on if he's in the mood to talk to people which comes and goes. His phone also only has the basic emojis so newer ones he can't see on his phone or use.

Peter: Will use short hand like "u up?" little to no use of capital letters unless he's trying to yell. He's a horrible speller because he never finished school and he takes a long time to text back because he's still learning the qwerty keyboard layout, which he hates.

Drax: He hates texting mostly because it's hard for him. He would write very formally when he does however. Proper punctuation and it's almost poetic. He would heavily try and keep to just simple one word answers when he could but he will also use complete sentence when he could send out a one word reply such as "We have arrived." instead of just "Here." He finds both slide out keyboards and touchscreens to be irksome so generally would prefer not to bother with it unless he has to.

Mantis: Would use a smart phone and use it pretty normally. She is the most enthusiastic about texting, and of the Guardians is the most adaptive about it. She can hold entire conversations and keeps it going. She makes occasional typos and uses no short-hand but she comes off natural.

Nebula: She use to only text with one hand since her robotic arm didn't work with her touch screen, when Rocket built her new arm he made sure it'd work on touch screens so she could use both hands like everyone else. She's formal when texting but doesn't hold lengthy conversations. After her upgraded arm, she is the fastest texter of the group, but that also may because she also gives the shortest replies. She's pretty no nonsense about everything but she'll send a picture of something if it reminds her of a person, such as seeing a new walkman at a junker shop, and texting Peter, "Tell me if you need this."

#headcanon #ooc #mun thoughts

[littleholmes]

dad’s going on hospice once he’s out of the hospital. it’s stage four again but with a different type of cancer and what I’ve been preparing for is likely gonna happen, he’ll be gone before the end of the year and my stepmom wasn’t the best in the way of telling me about it tonight

I had to pry for information and when I got it, she had a tone. He and my stepmom are super religious and when I asked her for how much time he has she said they didn’t ask because they don’t want to know before the lord has the final say which…frustrates me because I’d like to know but that’s what they want and how I feel doesn’t matter because my stepmom was rude to me on the phone today when I called to see how things were since I hadn’t heard from dad.

Between the house repairs and the lift and the absolute chaos that’s been the last few months (those of you who know know), I haven’t been able to drive up there to see him and I’ve barely been managing what I can do. She started in with guilt and attitude because I’m not there and can’t get up there until a couple of weekends from now because so much is going on.

She told me he says “well maybe my kids will make time for me when I’m on my deathbed” and I told her “I’m doing everything I can!” And she countered with “well, I’m telling you what he says and you can’t get that back. You can’t get that time back”.

The guilt isn’t helping. My dad’s dying, we’ve had a complicated relationship my entire life (see my post about having an Endeavor dad) and after the divorce I only saw him a handful of times and he barely made time for me, and I’m doing everything I can. I call a few times a week (and those that know me know I never call anyone I’m a texter so if I call you, I definitely care about you) and I text, and especially with my immune disorder and his chemo we’ve had to be distant, and before he was sick when I couldn’t get away he could’ve come to see me but he only did once every several years. I just…I’m doing what I can.

I am an only child and the only from my mom and my dad—but from dad I have three half siblings (all from before my dad met my mom) that I’ve never met that are significantly older than me, and only one I’ve talked to. Two of them, my stepmom can’t reach. The other and I are the only ones who talk to dad still (which again see the Endeavor dad post.) I have two step sisters from my stepmom but who knows what’s going with that we’re not close. All that to say, she’s relying on me to come and help I guess because dad’s siblings and half siblings aren’t helping but I can’t and I’m trying but I can’t do what I can’t do right now. She made it sound like I don’t care about him because I’m not there. I just…

Idk i just…I can’t process this because I’m too busy trying to deal with this guilt she’s putting on me and running through my calendar and trying to find time and see when I could’ve come before but there was no time, and trying to process the conflicting emotions because again he’s Enji Todoroki and I’m a cross between all the Todoroki kids and I cannot stress that enough like I’m not using hyperbole or metaphor, I’m so flipping serious.

Idk I just…y’all my dad is dying, will likely be gone before the end of the year, my stepmom is making me feel horrible about it, and like I don’t care and I…I’m doing the best I can with everything I’ve had to deal with for the last few months.

#personal

[returntosaturn271995]

April 18th: Totally fricken’ pissed

Trying to be funny but today is absolute bullshit. There’s a child screaming nearby like the world is ending and I appreciate his honesty. 

Things that shouldn’t have me enraged but somehow have me insane 

1.  ChicExecs took my 10 page presentation and never emailed me back. I added a negative review to Glassdoor (among many already there) and somehow that just made me angrier?

2. My interview (the third one) with Diff Eyewear was disorganized and I felt like the execs were sexist despite reaching out to me on Linkedin. GOD. Job hunting is bleak. 

3. Marvelous Mrs. Maisel hasn’t been good since season 2

4. Pretty sure Effexor withdrawal gives me vivid nightmares and night sweats. 

5. Now that Scott’s back in Austin he never reached out again. Which is weird because he basically wanted to marry me before. I guess pussy power is about proximity.  

6. James hasn’t reached out since our date last week. After all the stuff he said about being in to me. Maybe he’s just a bad texter because he’s always been like that but still. Am I allowed to be angry? Why does this make me like him more when two weeks ago I wasn’t even sure if I was that crazy about him?

7. I got drunk and sent my college roommate a nice text wishing her well on her engagement. Ugh I’m lame. No, she did not respond. 

8. Kate’s had a dude here for two days straight and he keeps using my and Hannah’s bathroom. He goes through toilet paper at an alarming rate. He’s either buidling a mummy costume or Kate’s dating another dude who lives in his van. 

9. Kara Godfrey. She’s just a shitty friend. And she reminds me of a lot of shitty friends. So I project a lot of anger at the idea of her. Sara sent us both a text today, which was actually very sweet of her. I’ll try and focus on that.

10. Is it me? Why does it feel like it’s me? And why hasn’t therapy made me less annoying yet? I know I’m supposed to FEEL better, but I would sure love to be treated better and somehow deemed lovable. All this anger is more perceived rejection than anything else. So maybe it’s a good sign it pisses me off. Because honestly I’ve been working hard on myself goddamnit. I’m having my back here. 

11. I was pretty shitty at yoga today. Maybe I’ll give it another shot now that I’ve hopefully journaled a chunk of my crazy out. 

12. Once James messaged me and said “Why are you acting like a stranger?”. When he was the one who hadn’t reached out after our first date. 

13. I still haven’t made the goddamn smoothie I promised myself I would make. I bought the ingredients Saturday. Maybe I’ll put on a murder podcast and TRY. 

14. I was reading about Joe Biden and his first wife died in a horrible car crash right before Christmas that also took the life of his daughter.  Yes, it was 50 years ago. Yes, I already new about this. But now I’m downloading his autobiography and just lamenting the fact the BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE AND DONALD TRUMP GETS TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS.

15. Made the mistake of thinking too long on my walk home about a guy who took sexual advantage of me in college and realized that’s why I can’t stand soccer outside of a Ted Lasso episode. Idk why this is under the Mrs. Maisel season and yoga, but it is. 

[onyxoverride]

Special - Gojo Satoru x Reader, Nanami x Reader (female reader) [PART TWO]

warnings: implications of virginity loss (flashback basically) otherwise it's sfw. I already got chapter 3 written so I'll try to post it soon!

PART ONE.  ____ PART THREE.

word count: 1.7k

¶  summary: The morning after. You talk about your technique and how you really need an update from Nanami. Reminsencing in past memories. 

note: Also, thank you for your likes and reblogs! They really keep me going! I also post on Ao3 and I've written a Kirishima x Reader called Red Lipstick that's fluff with smut coming soon. I appreciate all of you, thank you for reading!

Gojo probably left sometime between your own attempt at aftercare and when you fell asleep. Again, you still were a skilled Jujutsu Sorcerer, you could sense even his presence and cursed energy like a sixth sense, and you didn’t feel it when you stepped out of the bath. You are getting rusty though, and your muscles and endurance you’ve developed over time are slowly withering no matter how much you work out. The school stopped calling you out to the occasional assignment a long time ago and you’re missing the thrill, the adrenaline, and most importantly, you miss being genuinely needed. People needed your abilities to help, to save, to prevent, and here you are the morning after your husband fucked you like you were his personal toy. Which, unfortunately, you were both toys for each other to break when needed. Not break to the point beyond repair, but just enough to feel the release of frustration you two bottle up. 

The morning light shines through the bedroom window, your bedroom window, it’s not like Gojo ever sleeps with you unless those occasional nights when you find comfort in each other and he’s too lazy to move. You call it lazy but deep down you know why he stays. To comfort you, to pity you, to pity himself, to try to tend to the weird strings of fate tying you two together. Maybe those times when he stays with you is when he realizes just how dangerous his job is and his ego may be inflated to the size of Mars but he still knows the risks he takes and the risks that are pushed onto his precious students. Gojo knows that the risks he takes and the consequences will ultimately affect you. You really need to ask about his students whenever he shows up next because you are still invested in the world of exorcisms and curses. 

To stay in touch with this world you are in continuous communication with Shoko Ieiri, the woman who was a student with Gojo and Geto. You were one year under them and as much as you were present during Gojo and Geto’s… “falling out,” you know just enough to understand but still too little of what happened between them. Shoko still talks too much when she’s drunk but never truly elaborates. Recently she’s been starting to smell like cigarettes again which is never a good sign.

The main person you still communicated with was a horrible texter and would just call when he could if you texted him. He was in your grade when you two went to Jujutsu Tech and you still remember that time after you graduated when you both went on an assignment for a grade one curse. That whole assignment was more than bargained for. You both didn’t expect there to be multiple grade one curses and you were still getting used to your ability, even after graduation. Your ability, you could argue that it could be stronger than Gojo’s if you could correct it. Correct is a very restrictive word for this complicated technique. The technique you inherited skips an unknown amount of generations and you were just lucky enough to be born with it, a Russian Roulette where you actually got the bullet. 

It isn’t simple to explain and even more complicated to use but while Gojo’s inherited technique has to do with space and being limitless yours has to do with time. You could limit Gojo Satoru’s, one of the most powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers, limitless techniques. You could make his infinity finite. Which would be great if it was easy to control and wasn’t such a hazard. Do one thing wrong and all of time is erased or compressed, you and everybody you care for don’t exist, not that they died but that your ability completely erased them and you from existence because controlling time is playing with the gods and spitting at their feet. But, besides Gojo, the man you are going to text, and some of the higher-ups, no one knows the vastness and potential of your ability because that would surely cause trouble. 

Maybe becoming a housewife was your punishment for not getting the full extent of your abilities controlled? You could still use aspects of it and from an outsider's point of view, it just looks like you create tiny black holes which are actually tears in the time continuum that reverse whoever the target is back to an anatomical state where it doesn’t exist in the current time you’re fighting it. The higher-ups that have studied your ability still don’t know what those small tears really are. They don’t know if you’re sending them forward or backward in time, or perhaps you send them parallel, into a completely different universe, or even adjacent where they are stuck in time just outside of the dimension. It’s unpredictable, and it’s not fun being the user of a technique that's a ticking time bomb.

That assignment after graduating from Jujutsu Tech: You were working with Nanami Kento, the year both of you turned nineteen, almost ten years ago now. One or two grade one curses you both could have handled with little trouble, but there were multiple, like a pack of wolves. And you got too anxious to use your technique because you really didn’t want to have Nanami get stuck in a tear and never be able to come back and there are way too many curses right now and holy shit is there a special grade too?

It definitely wasn’t a fun fight, but you both got it done with some injuries. When you both were patched up by Shoko, who was already working as a doctor for Jujutsu Tech, Nanami’s and your adrenaline were still thrumming underneath your skin because this is the one assignment where you really thought you both would die. You can still remember the look on his face, a little wide-eyed and disheveled, with an arm and abdomen injury, and when he looked at your injury he finally realized how bad it was- a jagged slice from your knee almost to your hip that you still have the scar from- thankfully Shoko was skilled and healed you enough for it to be relatively fine. 

When Nanami helped you limp back to your apartment to heal, the adrenaline was thinning out, and the realization he could have died, that he could have lost you tonight finally settled in his veins. So when he gently lowered you into your bed to get the weight off your leg, he held you, and you held him back as he pushed his face into your neck where he was spitting out some curse words. You don’t remember how it changed from that to him kissing you like a starved man but you do remember the rest. He was so gentle, careful as if you were delicate glass and he kissed your adrenaline tears away and you wiped his own tears off his face with shaky hands. He was so shell-shocked and shaky he ended up biting your lip a bit too hard and with a quick “oh god I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you giggled at him. Because the pain of a bit lip is nothing compared to reality slowly hammering down on the both of you. 

Both of you were inexperienced (read:virgins) but the care he handled you with made the difference. Settling himself between your legs on your bed, he’d caressed down your thighs, over your belly, and when you had turned your face into the pillow out of embarrassment, “No, look at me,” he said demanding but desperate. So you turned to him with the warmth of the embarrassment spread down to your chest and even he was flushed, the tips of his ears red. He’d stripped off his shirt and felt under yours as you were tracing your hands down his chest to the bandaged keeping his wound covers. 

“Two injured people really shouldn’t be doing this,” you muttered light-heartedly to him.

“Well here we are,” he leaned back on his haunches and looked at you, “unless you want to stop?” 

Ah, you could’ve backed out then but honestly, you don’t regret what you both did.

He traced the tips of his fingers oh-so lightly over the bandage wrapping your leg and by then your pants were already worked off, as he’d grind into you holding your hips as flush as possible to his. Caressing every part he could touch without hurting you, and when you tried to feel his arms or anything he would gently take your hands and push them into the pillow behind your head, holding your hands with a look that said “let me savor this.” 

The marks he left were nothing compared to the scar that wound was going to leave but now instead of associating the scar with the near death experience, you associate it with Nanami Kento and the rapture you both shared with each other, the man you’re still in contact with today who is a still horrible texter. You genuinely couldn’t ask for a better first time even when it took place after you both almost died and you both were injured.

Sometime after you and Nanami shared that night together you started getting hammered by the Gojo family until you gave in 2 years later. It was interesting how determined they were to get you to marry Satoru because all they knew of your technique is that it was powerful and had a lot of potential. 

By the end of the day, Nanami was able to call you after you texted him a simple “update?” 

“Do you always just expect me to call you?” Blunt as always, but you have known him long enough to tell when he actually means to hurt your feelings (and he never does). Usually, it’s Gojo on the receiving end of his harsher blunt words. 

“Without fail, you always do,” you tease him, “plus, I didn’t want to interrupt your workday, and what if you had overtime?”

There was a pause, “Yeah, I do.”

“Then I would just call you back when I have the chance,” you can already feel the upward tick of his lips even through the phone. 

You push out a laugh and kick your feet onto the ottoman so pleasantly placed in your living room area. “Well, I still need that update, and you sound like you need a drink?”

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

#gojo satoru #gojo saturo x reader #saturo gojo x reader #gojou x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #angst #smut #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x reader #⚫.writing #onyx override writing #⚫.teardrop #◆.jujutsu kaisen #❖.gojo satoru #❖.nanami kento

[saynotoshityouhate]

Bluebird

Words: 1568

Summary: Your new relationship with Adam Sackler is put to the test when a close family member passes away. 

Tags/Warnings: angst, crying, death of a family member, funerals

Author’s Notes: This is based on an experience I had earlier this month, unfortunately. You could say I’ve been going through some shit lately. I found this helpful to write it all out - and although Sackler wasn’t there, I was surprised and overwhelmed by the support of my friends. 

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You ended the call in shock and began to cry, almost forgetting that you were on a date. You looked up at the man sitting across the table. “Uhhh, kid? Everything okay?”

You had been dating Adam Sackler for a couple months when you heard your grandmother had passed away. Things were going really great - he was funny, charming, and a perfect match for your quirky personality. You felt absolutely terrible that you basically shut him out over the next week, as you were so incredibly busy seeing to the arrangements for the visitation, funeral, and the various meals that went along with it. As the oldest grandchild, you felt an extra responsibility to do more to support your family, often at the expense of your own emotional and physical well-being. Adam tried his best, calling you (he wasn’t much of a texter), stopping by your apartment, bringing you Gatorade to replenish your electrolytes...he really was too good to be true. You just didn’t know how to process your own emotions, let alone let someone else in on those emotions. You didn’t want to burden anyone. Regardless, you didn’t have time to burden anyone - there were phone calls to be made, meetings to attend, and the guy at the flower shop was being a real pain in your ass. 

It was the day before the visitation and Adam had come by your apartment to bring you dinner from your favorite Chinese restaurant. You sat quietly on the couch together, eating directly out of the white paper cartons. You felt Adam’s intense gaze on you constantly, as if he was trying to read your mind - since you certainly weren’t going to share. “Kid - you good? What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” You answered with a mouth full of orange chicken. “Nuffin’ I’m fine,” you kept your eyes focused on your chopsticks, avoiding those hazel eyes. “Graaraggghhhaaarrrrr” Adam slammed his beef and broccoli onto the table with a loud groan, standing up from the couch. He began pacing the living room, hands in fists, primal noises escaping his plush pink lips. “Adam!” You shouted at him, setting your dinner down as well. “When are you going to knock off this ‘I’m too evolved to possibly need help’ act? I’m working my ass off here to get you to let me in! Let me help you, Y/N, you’re doing too much! Please!” Adam knelt down in front of you, grabbing your hands and looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes. You slapped his hands away, standing up and stomping across the room. “I am not too evolved! I’m fine - I told you that. Multiple times! And if you can’t understand that, maybe you should just leave. I have so much work to do for tomorrow, and you’re distracting me with your drama.” You pointed at the door. “Y/N...come on…” he sat back on his heels, eyes wide with worry. “It’s probably best that you just go...I’m sorry.” You opened the apartment door for him. Adam stood up to leave, walking towards you. He leaned in for a kiss, but you turned your head away. He settled for a kiss on the cheek, and a squeeze of your shoulder, as he exited. 

You locked the door, and leaned your back against it for support as you felt your entire body weakening. You closed your eyes and slid down the wall, collapsing into a puddle on the floor. Your body heaved with sobs so intense you didn’t even make a noise. Your eyes were screwed shut so tightly, but the tears still flew out of your eyes, soaking your face and shirt. You pulled your knees tight to your chest, the pain from the weight of the week slightly relieved by the opening of your shoulder blades. Opening your eyes, you completed your breathing exercise which usually worked to calm you down. In for four seconds, hold for four seconds, out for eight seconds. Repeat until calm. Your breaths began as shaky and stuttered, eventually evening out, causing a release of tension across your face, shoulders, and back. You could have kept crying for hours, but as you told Adam, there was too much to do. Thinking about Adam made your eyes well up again, but you shook it off. Focus. Pushing yourself off of the floor, you headed to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face. 

You barely slept that night, tossing and turning, thinking of the work to do the next day. You’d wake up, remembering something you hadn’t done yet, and roll over to write it on the notepad you kept on your bedside table. Looking in the mirror in the morning, your face was puffy and eyes bloodshot. You groaned. What a horrible day this was going to be. You took a quick shower and pulled yourself together as much as possible. You had three errands you had to run before getting to the funeral home to set-up. Getting into your car, you had a chance to look at your phone for the first time and saw two missed calls from Adam. Setting your phone on the passenger seat, you promised yourself you’d call him after the day was over. Choking back tears, you went through your day. With each item you crossed off the list, two were added. Your resolve was at risk of failing, but there wasn’t time to let that happen.

At 4:00pm, the doors were opened, letting in the friends and family who had arrived to pay their respects and share their sympathies. You stood tall and strong in the front of the room, wearing a simple, conservative black dress and sandals with the slightest heel. You knew you were going to be running around, and comfortable shoes were a necessity. You greeted the crowds of family and friends with hugs and handshakes, smiling at the compliments and accepting the words of sympathy. “You look just like her when she was younger.” “She was so proud of you.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, smiled, and said thank you before moving on to the next person. One hour into the two hour event, your cousin elbowed you in the side, pointing towards the door. “Who’s the giant? Someone from grandpa’s side of the family?” 

You immediately burst into tears. There, towering over a sea of white haired aunties, was Adam. Wearing a brown tweed jacket, blue button down and green tie, he was scoping the room in search of you. When he found you, he began swimming through the crowd of elderly visitors. “‘Scuze me! Fuck! Sorry! Oof!” You couldn’t help but laugh through your tears. Finding his way over, he stood in front of you, slightly out of breath. “Hey, kid.” Through your sobs you replied, “You came.” He sighed. “I’m always going to be here for you, kid. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You crashed into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest, resting your forehead on his sternum. You stayed here and cried for what seemed like hours, Adam squeezing you back, while also managing to rub your back and stroke your hair. Adam stood by your side the rest of the evening, arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. You caught yourself introducing him as your boyfriend, to which he looked down at you and smiled, squeezing your waist in approval. 

He drove you home that night and you asked him to stay, where he held you all night, his large body intertwined with yours. When waves of sadness crashed over you during the night, he rubbed your back and walked you through your breathing exercises. He made you breakfast in the morning, where he asked you to tell him stories about her. He listened intently, smiling and laughing, and at one point even shedding a few tears. He stood tall and strong next to you at the funeral, smiling up at you as you read a bible passage in front of the entire church, kissing your cheek when you returned. In the car, after everything was over and done with, you turned to look at him. He chewed his lip as he drove through the crowded downtown streets, his dark shaggy hair falling into his gorgeous eyes. “I’m sorry I pushed you away, Adam.” You began to cry, reaching over to put your hand on his thigh. “I can’t imagine having done this week without you. Thank you - for everything.” He reached down to hold your hand in his. “Thank you for letting me in, kid. I was fucking scared, seeing you burnt out like that. You gotta talk to me, Y/N, you know I love the sound of your voice.” He squeezed your hand and pulled into a parking spot. “I’m sad this week is over - it means she’s really gone.” You looked down into your lap, tears spilling onto your cheeks. Adam wiped a tear off of your cheek. “You know she’s floatin’ around here or some shit - you just gotta be open to seeing her. Like over there!” He excitedly pointed to a bluebird that had landed on the railing of your front stoop. You smiled, taking a deep, cleansing breath, as you both sat in silence watching the bird before it gracefully flew away.

A/N: special thanks to @agirlwhoisaphantom and @weareallstoriesintheend​ for their support this past month. I wouldn’t still be upright without them. 

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler angst #adam driver character universe #adcu #adam driver #adcu fic

[romiithebirdie]

Epilogue for the Lost - Chapter 4

Had it been fair to make such a critical assumption about Kacchan? 

Izuku chewed his food slowly, staring deeply into his rice bowl like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Several children ran past in the hallway beside the kitchen and he lowered his head all the more, praying nobody would try to speak to him.

The previous night had been... Stressful to say the least and it had taken a mental toll on him. He hoped that he wouldn't be shoved back into group therapy after this whole mess.

Child Protective Services and the police had arrived to escort him to a temporary Foster Home while U.A's Principal Nedzu made preparations to move Izuku into U.A High School's dormitory building until his mother recovered.

The dorms were a last resort for students who had a long way to travel or came from working class families who were struggling financially. Izuku's case didn't exactly fit the usual criteria but it was the best option and Izuku had been happy to accept the offer.

He'd already been back at his apartment and packed a few things to take with him to the dorm and he hadn't been eager to hang around the empty home. The silence gave him a feeling of great discomfort and he could barely hold back his emotions upon seeing the signs of struggle during his mother's attack.

As devastated as he was, he was so thankful that she was still here.

The television from the Home's lounge blared in the background, the fuzzy sound system broadcasting what sounded like the news.

They were talking about something that sounded important; Ketsubutsu Academy High School, he thought he'd heard being mentioned. Izuku knew that school all too well, with it being the rival school to U.A during their monthly events that included athletics competitions and literacy contests.

Ketsubutsu, like U.A, was a famous school for their top performing student records. Izuku mused that whatever the reporter was talking about probably had something to do with some kind of major event the school had recently won or something along those lines. The male reporter was blathering on, using all sorts of long words that Izuku didn't care to hear this early in the morning.

His mind was still occupied with trying to get over his late-night visit back to his apartment with the police.

Izuku had truly felt completely numb after walking around his deserted family home. It had physically hurt watching his guardians lock the doors and as they drove away, he had finally allowed himself to break down in the back of the car.

The eerie silence and the lack of the familiar warmth and welcoming air about the apartment gave off a haunting feeling.

It honestly felt to him like somebody had died there.

Thank God that hadn't happened.

Whenever he thought about wandering the apartment's seclusive structure, it gave him a sense of complete uneasiness which wasn't a nice feeling. At all.

He just wanted to go back home and see the warm, welcoming smile of his mother again.

                                                             .-.-.-.-.

 "Hey, you hear the news?"

Izuku glanced up from his phone, attention on Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari and Hanta Sero talking in the corner of 1-A's classroom.

"Yeah, man. His poor family," Sero acknowledged with a nod of his head.

Kaminari cocked a brow up, "Uh no, I didn't. What happened?"

Both Kirishima and Sero exchanged an uncomfortable glance before Kirishima opened his mouth to answer;

"Yo Shindo's body was found this morning just a few yards away from Ketsubutsu's main gate."

Izuku almost dropped his phone in surprise.

Yo Shindo was a highly intelligent student who always finished in the top three for any event he took part in. His strategic ability had always been something to truly admire. Now the three boys were saying he was dead?

Had that really happened?

The three boys were all friendly members of Izuku's class, there was no way they'd make up something so horrible.

"It's not looking good," Sero shook his head. "Can't imagine what they're going through."

"Yeah, real messed up stuff," Kirishima frowned, digging both hands in his blazer pockets. "Whoever did this was so unmanly. Shindo never hurt anybody in his life."

Which was a true statement; Shindo did have a cocky side to him and he schemed a lot during their school competitions...But it was never malicious, he just liked to have strategies to win. Nobody could fault him for that.

Odd how his mother had been attacked yesterday and now a new body had been discovered. Though they hadn't been friends, he was student from a different school that Izuku had been familiar with. Could there be a connection?

"Was anything mentioned about strange writing carved into the skin?" Izuku stood up to face them before his brain could even process what he was doing.

All three boys turned on him, all looking puzzled by the quiet boy's question. Izuku immediately felt his cheeks flare up when he realised how loud he'd been. Several other classmates glanced in his direction and he suddenly wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

"Uh, don't think so," Sero answered with a shrug, thankfully noticing Izuku's nervous disposition and choosing to ignore it with a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, same with me," Kirishima agreed before his face morphed into an expression of concern. "How have you been doing, Midoriya? We know you're going through a lot right now but we're all here for you if you ever needed to talk."

As nervous as Izuku had been with his new classmates on their first day, he was relieved that they were nothing like the students from Aldera Junior High. He was mainly ignored by everybody in Aldera, due to most of the kids being freaked out by his random outbursts in the past. Meanwhile, the U.A students were all friendly faces which felt...surreal to the green-haired teen if he had to be truly honest with himself.

Despite this, he had gotten quite close with all of the members of 1-A. However, he wasn't in the best mood to start socialising due to the evening prior.

"I-I appreciate it," Izuku gave the three boys a wobbly smile before returning back to his phone. He hoped he had sounded as grateful as he felt, the other teens seemed to understand and went back to their own conversation which was a godsend to Izuku.

Allowing himself to let out a tiny sigh in relief, he then quickly logged into his phone internet and immediately began searching for the latest news stories. With a few clicks, he found what he was searching for;

BODY FOUND OUTSIDE MUSUTAFU SCHOOL GROUNDS

There were a lot more articles listed below the top search.

HIGH SCHOOL SET TO CLOSE WHILE INVESTIGATION GOES UNDERWAY

KETSUBUTSU HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT  IDENTIFIED AS SECOND YEAR

Izuku clicked on the third article that identified the victim's name. Scrolling down, he noticed a part of the document that made him feel slightly queasy upon reading it.

The teen was pronounced dead on sight. Along with various stab wounds, a large slash-wound was found across his neck which authorities have confirmed to be the cause of this tragic outcome. Our thoughts and prayers are with this boy's family.

Izuku chewed on his bottom lip, a nagging thought in the back of the head about whether or not these two major incidents had been connected or not. It was just weird that both attacks happened around the same areas and had occurred several hours after one another.

Maybe he should stop looking into it and leave the investigation to the police. After all, he still had the undead clamouring for his attention so he had enough to deal with as it was.

Still… Izuku glanced at the news article one last time before closing it completely and placing his phone back into his bag.

Perhaps it would be best to not look further into these things.

His phone buzzed from inside the back and he let out a small sigh, deciding whether or not to check it. From the singular motion, he'd probably either received a notification from the device or a text message.

It'd make sense to leave it until after class but then again…

What if it was his mother checking in on him?

With that in mind, Izuku immediately snatched his bag from the ground and rummaged around inside the front pockets until his fingers stroked the familiar plastic phone case.

It was a text message, judging from the little blinking envelope icon. Izuku unlocked the device with an apology ready to write to explain that his teacher would be arriving shortly.

However, the message wasn't from his mother.

Frowning slightly at the UNKNOWN NUMBER across his phone screen, Izuku hovered his finger over the touchpad before quickly pressing on the Read button.

Hi Deku.

Izuku froze in his seat, his entire body going rigid.

What the hell was this?

The only person that had ever called him Deku was...

He winced at the memory, knowing that he should've probably just ignored the mystery texter but his fingers acted before his brain could catch up.

  Who is this? 

How did you get this number?

Another message immediately appeared under the first one;

 You'll see soon enough.

 Was that supposed to be some kind of threat? 

Swallowing thickly, Izuku stared at the screen completely frozen in place. What on earth did you say in response to something like that? 

Oh one more thing. You know what happened with your mother?

The teen inhaled slowly. Three dots appeared, indicating the person was typing.

Should he switch the phone off?

But then it buzzed for the final time and he bit down on his bottom lip, dreading whatever was about to be said. 

And he was right to feel anxious about it; 

  That bitch had it coming.

#epilogue for the lost #my writing #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #izuku midoriya #class 1-a #murder mystery #afo is hisashi midoriya #dfo

[ameliarating]

you knew I was going to ask: Yi City texting?

Okay, here we go, fist thing’s fist -

The Yi City Crew text each other wildly differently than they would have texted others before, because the Yi City Crew consists of one blind person, one person pretending to be blind, and one person who is highly motivated to keep that first blind person happy. And then later on one sighted person who really isn’t texting anyone joins the party.

That means no emoji and minimal punctuation as Xiao Xingchen (and usually A-Qing) use voice-to-text and screen-reader apps and Xue Yang texts but only messages that won’t be impossible for Xiao Xingchen to read.

It’s possible he’s been horrible and sends A-Qing texts with lots of emojis that the screenreader has to read out (”knife smirking face skull and crossbones knife knife knife”) but jokes on him, A-Qing just reads them anyways.

But here’s a closer look at their individual styles:

Xiao Xingchen, before he gave up his eyes, texted like my mom. Maybe like your mom too! He didn’t grow up texting, there was zero cell service on the Celestial Mountain, and he definitely started out signing his texts to Song Lan, “love, Xingchen” but he got out of that habit pretty fast by getting used to the way Song Lan texted him.

He uses emoji more as little illustrations rather than integrated parts of the conversation. They don’t fill the same role as gestures or expression or intonation because he just never got the hang of them.

He lets autocorrect do the work of capitalization and punctuation but doesn’t fuss much with standard grammar in his texts. He is in the habit of sending long blocks of text, rather than breaking it up in different messages too.

Xiao Xingchen is a Slow Texter and worse, sometimes if you send him a text and he doesn’t feel like texting back, he’ll just call. He even leaves voice messages. It’s ridiculous. 

Song Lan grew up texting, also doesn’t bother with standard capitalization and punctuation, but while he uses emoji fluently (but sparingly), he doesn’t mess with emoji or standardization (or lack thereof) for aesthetic reasons. 

Song Lan texts a lot because he does not want to speak to you on the phone, but they’re also pretty short. Sometimes, Xiao Xingchen answers his cell for him.

Here’s an example conversation:

XXC: I saw this tree yesterday that had lichen hanging from a branch so delicately that it looked like some spirit had woven a lace sleeve for it with the end of the branch peeking out like a wrist and hand. It was lovely Zichen. You would have enjoyed it. I hope you’re well. Miss you. 🌲❄️ SL: 😊 

Xue Yang would have texted people constantly if he had many people to text. He throws emoji out there like crazy with no sense of what’s appropriate. He doesn’t wait for people to respond, he just texts several messages at a time, and then sometimes he never writes you back after all that either.

Like Wei Wuxian, he backspaces autocorrect because autocorrect just doesn’t get him, you know? If he wanted that capitalized or with correct spelling, he would have done it himself. 

It’s unclear if he’s using emoji as a seamless way to make up for gesture, intonation, and expression, (because he really is that expressive) or if he’s just throwing them all out there for the fun of it. Probably a mix of them both.

An example conversations:

XY: ⏰⏰⏰ the fuck where are you been waiting 4ever know ur not 2busy4me 🙄

XY: on a schedule here

XY: lianfang-zun~~~~ 😘 big brother is waiting 🧟🧟

XY: guess I gotta come find you 🤷 1sec chifeng-zuns heavy 🧟 gotta get him 💪

JGY: STAY WHERE YOU ARE. I’m coming.

XY: read ya loudnclear 🤫 cant wait 2 see u 😇🔪

and another

XY: yiling laaaaaozuuuu ☠️ 🔪 🧟 🤩 😍 heard u were back !!!! ✨🎉 🎉

XY: huuuuuuuuge fan of ur work 🙌 ☢️ 🙌 gotta favor to ask 😘😘😘🍆🗡️💓💓

WWX: ... how the fuck you get this number/???????

A-Qing never had a phone until Xiao Xingchen got her one and usually pretends to be blind, so she doesn’t use emoji. She does use all caps and extra letters and abbreviations, which is pretty strange for someone who’s not supposed to rely on visuals and it sometimes wreaks havoc with the screen readers. But neither Xiao Xingchen nor Xue Yang knows enough about that to get suspicious, Xiao Xingchen because he never feels super comfortable with his cell anyway and Xue Yang because he doesn’t use screen readers.

They all use pretty standard spelling in general though between voice to text and screen readers. 

A sample convo in their group chat:

XY: hey daozhang busy tonite?

XXC: No why is there something you need me to do?

XY: more like someone

AQ: OMG did you FROGET IM HERE????? ffs

XY: didn’t forget

XY: why would you think I forgot?

AQ: GROSSSSSS

XY: fucking deal with it not everything’s about you

AQ: you’re not supposed to fucking swear in front of me! daozhang is reading this!!!!!!

XY: what, who’s fucking swearing? I’m not swearing shit. 

Daozhang is not, in fact, reading this, because he left his phone in his room mid-conversation and forgot to check it until hours later.

Honestly, Xue Yang is just mourning the waste of his ability to use obscene emoji to best effect, but, you know, worth it.

As a bonus, here are their names in each other’s contacts:

Xiao Xingchen has them as:

Zichen

A-Qing

Friend

A Qing has them as:

Xiao Daozhang

Asshole

Xue Yang has them as:

Daozhang 😘

Little Blind 👹 

Find more untamed texting here! 

#untamed texting #xue yang #xiao xingchen #song lan #a qing #the untamed #mdzs #cql #veliseraptor #ask #my posts

[just-because-i-can]

#1

We all know that high school friendships come and go. Maybe not at the time while you’re still in high school, but anyone outside of high school can probably  attest to that. Your BFF or BFFL in high school may not always keep that title. Don’t get me wrong, it happens, but not as often as some may think. If you and your high school bff are still bffs, that’s awesome congratulations. If they’re not, then you may be able to relate to this. In fear that people may not be happy with this and somehow discover who this is about (not that I think they are even on here anymore), I’m going to change names (obviously) and genders to spice things up.

     I went to the same school for seven years (middle school and high school) where I kept a majority of the same friends throughout the years while also meeting new ones. Anyway, there was a girl I met in 6th grade who was my friend until senior year of high school. We weren’t best friends until 8th grade I believe but we would still say hi to one another in the hallways before that. She was great. I can’t remember if we got into a lot of arguments or not but whatever who cares. 

     Anyway, she and I were apart of a friend group with two boys. I feel like I should give them fake names now because it might get confusing down the line when I’m trying to refer to someone. So, we’ll name the girl Emily and the two other friends Jackson and Noah. So freshman year of high school, the four of us were apart of a larger friend group comprised of like...mini friend groups. I don’t know how else to explain that, but I hope you get it. So, around sophomore year we (Emily, Jackson, and Noah) started hanging out more with just us four. We were really close (though I think I was personally the closest with Emily), had a group message and would talk in it about anything and everything. We all confided in each other, blah blah blah. You know, normal best friend kind of stuff. So cool, we’re all always hanging out, texting, on snapchat, you know all that jazz. 

Emily and I also had days where we would just hang out with the two of us, going to the mall, having sleepovers, you know just hanging out. I felt as though I could confide in her with anything I needed to. I went through a really bad rough patch junior year and beginning of senior year and she was always there for me (not that the others weren’t) and I appreciated her more than anything. She made me very happy and I could be my weird, crazy, self with her. She was my best friend.

Then the end of senior year comes along. 

I was unfortunately moving after graduation which I hated (that’s a whole other story I won’t get into right now) but didn’t really have a choice. Even though I’d be going to college anyway, I wouldn’t be able to see all my friends over holiday breaks and what not. My last night with all my friends, Emily and I cried when it was time to part ways. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do without my best friends now that I was leaving. I saw them everyday for years and years so it would feel foreign without being able to just go over to their house or hangout. Now, I’ve had experience in the past with moving and having to make new friends but I was way younger back then. I didn’t keep in touch with any of those friends when I was younger because, hello, we were like eight or nine. We didn’t have phones, so it was kind of hard. There was email of course, but it wasn’t the same. 

This time around when I moved I was so sure that our bond could never be broken and that we’d always keep in touch. Some of that was true, yes, but it was more complicated than that. 

The next time I saw them was a year later when I went to visit them. Even though we still talked in our group message and on social media, it was still slightly awkward for me because I hadn’t seen them in so long. It was foreign to not be with them at first, but then it almost felt foreign actually being with them. Anyway, I stayed there for a couple weeks at Jackson’s house (which was very nice of him I still am very appreciative of that) and we all hung out and what not. When I left things were still kinda the same but I think maybe we didn’t talk as much in our group message anymore but it was still daily. Just not…every second you know, which is understandable we all had lives and we were all busy that wasn’t an issue for me. 

The year ends, fast forward to summer of the following year, so about another year after I’ve seen them. My dad passed away during this time which was obviously very upsetting for me and when I told them in the group message they were all there for me. But two months later, all communication stopped in the group message. We still had our snapchat group message but only me, Jackson, and Noah really would talk in it. Now, I’m not an idiot, I knew way before this that they probably had another group message for times where they were hanging out together after I moved but I didn’t expect to be completely cut off from them like that. For months after I was extremely sad about it, and I felt so anxious. I’ve known that I have anxiety for years but around this time it got worse. I cried so often and with my dad passing and other horrible things that happened before that in the year, my life felt like it was falling apart. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about if it was something I said or did that made them just stop talking in there. I thought I wasn’t good enough, I thought I annoyed them, I thought they were just sick of me. To this day I don’t really have an answer of why but at least I still have some type of communication with them. But then in one of our social media group messages, I noticed something that kind of hurt my feelings. Any time I would send something, Emily would just open it and not answer but if Jackson or Noah sent something, she would answer them almost immediately. At first I was like oh maybe it was just a coincidence but then it kept happening, and it actually still happens to this day. Happened about an hour ago actually. It’s like I no longer exist to her anymore. She doesn’t acknowledge my existence whatsoever. 

Okay this is going to sound dumb because social media itself is dumb and ruining our minds (yet I still use it every day), but there were other little things I noticed her doing. Even on other apps she would open my messages or just leave me on read but if anyone else sent anything she would react to them or respond. There were very very few times when she would answer me and it would only be if she could relate. Like one time I said I was becoming re-obsessed with Harry Styles (yes I was one of those extremely obsessed directioners back in the day) and she responded and said “same”. But that was it. Nothing else. Still continued not acknowledging me but acknowledged Jackson and Noah. Then the summer rolls around again. 

I was very surprised to get a text from her considering we haven’t talked on our own in probably over a year. I was honestly extremely nervous to see what she was even going to say but when I opened it, it wasn’t really anything. She asked me if I had pictures of us from a concert from our sophomore year. I said I did and then I think I told her to give me a minute so I could track them down and send them. It wasn’t until the next message she sent I believe that she asked me how I was. I was so blinded in the moment because I was just happy she was talking to me again. I had missed her so much and she probably didn’t even know but it made me smile because she was talking to me. The conversation didn’t last long after I sent the pictures and she hasn’t spoken to me since. She only texted me because she wanted the pictures and nothing else. I’m not a huge texter anymore so it’s not that in which I was bothered by, it was the fact that I felt like I was just being used. 

A while ago now, I saw the caption of something she posted talking about how (this is not verbatim) it was crazy how you could be really close with someone one day and the next they’re like a complete stranger. Well, I definitely related to that because it was exactly how I felt with her. I know high school best friends don’t always last, but it does and most likely will with the three of them. It just sucks because I’ve never felt more left out and kind of embarrassed. I’m embarrassed because to this day, I still feel like I just wasn’t good enough. There are more little things I could say but I think the situation is clear enough without any more examples. Even if they still hurt my feelings whether it was a lot or little. 

But I don’t want to make anyone feel guilty or be pitied, that’s not at all what me venting about this is about. I just thought that maybe if I was able to write this down I’d stop being consumed by the thoughts of it all the time. I want to move on, I really do. I’d like to focus on the friends now that actually talk to me but it’s so hard because that was one of the longest friendships I’ve had with someone where we were that close for that long. 

#idk #idk what this is #rant #personal rant #venting #story #storytime #true story #bored #sad #whatever #because i can

[golbrocklovely]

so i reached out to one of friends, letting him know i miss him and i hope he's doing well and that i was thinking of him.

he saw the message, but didn't respond.

i want to believe that he's just not responding bc he's a horrible texter, much like myself, and sometimes won't answer you unless you make it urgent or something

but then i saw something my ex best friend tweeted out. she said something about dnd and whiskey, which are two things he likes. which makes me think they were together when i texted him.

but bc he didn't respond... i jumped to the worst conclusion and now i feel like he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore.

it's really starting to feel like i have no one. that all of my friends left me for god knows what fucking reason and it just... hurts.

i don't mind being alone, but i don't want to be alone bc it's my only option. bc no one bothers to stay anymore. bc ppl feel like they always had the option to just up a leave without a reason. i put so much love and time and effort into these relationships, some of which i've had for almost a decade or more, and now... it's like they never existed.

and i honestly don't know how to make friends. i don't know how to reach out without feeling desperate and i hate it. i need friends, but nobody needs me.

am i really that repulsive? am i that terrible of a person to be around? was everyone stringing me along bc they couldn't gather up the courage to leave me back when we were younger, so they just waited until they didn't have to see me to say 'hey btw i never wanted to be your friend in the first place'?

#personal #text

[all-razzle-no-dazzle]

@appelssiini thank you for the tag babe! ✨

1. what do you prefer to be called name-wise? just Hannah is what I like

2. when’s your birthday? August 28 babey (my birthday is the consolation prize for surviving summer)

3. where do you live? western washington 🌲

4. three things you are doing right now? uhhh i am laying in bed, enjoying bed, and refusing to get out of bed because i don’t want to do my workout

5. four fandoms that have piqued your interest? star wars, 60s/70s/80s music, the umbrella academy, and (i know this isn’t like an actual fandom) fashion history! i love seeing cultural practices/values/history reflected in clothing and making my own versions

6. how has the pandemic been treating you? aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA (read: I’m stressed about achieving goals and getting into my own head and honestly being trapped in these four walls with only my family is driving me insane)

7. a song you can’t stop listening to right now? crosstown traffic by jimi hendrix! the guitar gives me the serotonin i so desperately crave

8. recommend a movie? fuck man i can’t think of any

9. how old are you? 18

10. school, university, occupation, other? i’m taking my general education at community college to get my associate’s degree before transferring to university to get my bachelor’s, and i do modeling/acting for fun and money

11. do you prefer heat or cold? COLD COLD COLD god i hate heat so much

12. name one fact others may not know about you. dude what haven’t i shared on the public diary that is tumblr dot com? i think the one thing i haven’t mentioned as much is that i have sensory processing disorder which is kind of like autism lite and means I’m hypersensitive to ✨everything in normal life✨

13. are you shy? yes, please do not take it as “i hate you”, i just can’t talk and i show my affection more by bonking my head against other people’s bodies

14. pronouns? i like she/her

15. biggest pet peeves? people who come into my personal space or even worse TOUCH without asking (because of spd there’s good touch and bad touch and man there’s way too much bad touch in the universe)

16. what is your favorite -dere type? i had to google what that means and nah

17. rate your life from 1 to 10, with 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be. about a 6? I have most of what i need but i wish things were better (e.g., not pandemic)

18. what’s your main blog? you’re following it babey

19. list your side blogs and what they’re used for. no side blogs we cram everything we love onto this one like mismatched tableware

20. is there something people need to know about you before becoming your friend? i am a HORRIBLE texter and i get real nervous about being the one to reach out (blame being bullied in elementary/middle school for constantly feeling like i’m nobody’s first or second choice), plus i’m just not good with words and like i said the easiest way for me to show affection is quite literally bonking people with my head or holding their arm or sitting on their lap. do not take my silence as dislike! i enjoy you and am comfortable enough around you to just be quiet!

Tags: @thespacecowboyyy @barbarella @dumbass-of-darkness @freak-nasty-thick-dick-mando @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands and anyone else interested! 💕

[sombreboy]

Love Maze »10

Previous  » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 9.9k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, JK is an emotional baby, fluff, jealousy, censored slurs, smut, blowjob, fingering, anal(riding), Top!JK, Bottom!Tae (they switch it up a lot lmao)

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

A few minutes into the class, and the guilt was still very much present. Taehyung couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

His leg was bouncing up and down from under the table as he chewed on the inside of his lip, phone held tightly in his hands.

His thumbs hovered above the keyboard, thinking if he should send Jungkook a text along the lines of, ‘hey, sorry for acting like a dick this morning. it won’t happen again’.

But then again, his boyfriend was a horrible texter. If he barely texted before, what was going to make him text now?

“Fuck..” Tae ran a hand through his messy hair, frustrated as hell.

The heavy sigh caught the attention of Mila, who previously insisted on sitting next to him. Since she was a new student, the teacher let her have it.

“Are you okay?” She questioned, setting down her glittery pen on the table.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine.” Taehyung forced a smile, oblivious to the way Mila was staring at the screen of his phone. Jungkook’s photo was on the contact.

“Really? You’re a bad liar.”

It was then that she scooted her chair closer to Tae’s, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Peers from around them seemed to take notice, and being the noisy students that they were, some began recording.

The foreign girl and Kim Taehyung? Now that was interesting..

The elder tried to make more room between them, but he couldn’t. Mila was really getting in there.

“I’m cool, really.” Taehyung smiled, awkwardly rubbing at his nape when he realized she wasn’t planning on backing down.

With a cheeky smile of her own, the woman waited until Tae turned his cheek to her so that she could press a loving peck on the tan skin, letting her lips linger for a second too long.

Tae was like a statue, visibly tense and unsure of what just happened.

As it all was ingrained into a digital memory, the video recording by one of the female students was posted on her snapchat story-- Of course, she was known on her social media. The video of The Kim Taehyung & the new, foreign girl within the next twenty minutes had spread like a social media wildfire among the students.

Everyone seemed to know. Well, everyone except Jungkook.

~

As Jungkook headed out from his own class, everyone was gossiping, phones glued to their faces as they giggled among each other. He shrugged, it was probably some new trend going on-- and he wasn't interested.

Kook made it to the cafeteria, his routine of grabbing a banana milk unbroken til this day. The weather was nice, however, so he decided to step outside to have a seat by the large steps in front of the school building.

''Did you hear about Taehyung and the new girl?''

The nameless students walked past him by the stairs, the way they said the elders name caught his attention, so he listened in as much as he could as they passed,

''Yeah, I can't believe she would do that!''

The girls left, and as he was furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, sipping his milk, another set of voices passed, this time a couple guys,

''First day and the foreign chick already wants the douchiest of them all. Why wouldn't she choose me?''

''Because it's Taehyung, all girls want him...''

''Even he seemed pretty stunned in the video.''

One again, the strangers passed, and Jungkook was left feeling extremely confused at this point. What were they talking about? 

What video?

Jungkook pulled up his phone, noticing that the notifications on his snapchat were going off. Everyone was re-sharing the same thing, the same video.

Curiosity got the best of him, so he decided to click it, watching the small circle spin as it was buffering.

~

To Taehyung’s luck, class was dismissed. 

Which meant one thing, he would no longer have to tolerate the uncomfortable, flirty comments from Mila. For the first time ever, Tae was heavily engrossed in doing his work. Maybe that way she’d get the hint that he wasn’t keen on talking..

Mila wasn’t Jungkook, and for that reason, he wasn’t interested.

The elder briskly roamed through the halls, eyes solely searching for one specific person.

His mind was set on trying to point out Kook from the crowd, not the way his peers stared holes onto his figure. 

At this point, Taehyung was used to the attention.

“Kook!” Tae finally called out when he spotted Jungkook near the stairs, jogging up to him.

Fuck, where should he start?

With one look at their surroundings, Taehyung parted his lips.

“Baby— I’m sorry.” He blurted out, just throwing it out there for Jungkook to do as he pleased with his shitty apology, “It was rude of me to leave you in the cafeteria. I just walked her to class, I swear!”

Jungkook didn't respond right away when he heard his boyfriend attempt an apology behind him, his back slowly rising and falling as he was breathing deeply to collect himself.

He'd clicked the video, a view from a students POV of Mila sitting way too close to his boyfriend, whispering words and even kissing his cheek. 

The worst part was, Taehyung didn't even pull away. No, he didn't even say anything to protest.

The video wasn't extremely clear, so he couldn't tell exactly what kind of expressions were on the elders face, but it didn't matter. She kissed him, and he let her.

Jungkook's hands were trembling, gripping his phone so hard it almost felt like it would burst between his fingers, "That's all that happened?" He finally broke his silence, voice laced with some unnamed emotion.

Taehyung furrowed his brows, confused as to why Jungkook would ask him that.

He saw what happened, what else was there to explain?

“Yeah? I mean.. she was being really clingy in class, but nothing happened.” Tae shrugged his shoulders, brows knitting closer together at the lack of emotion in Kook’s usually cheery voice.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” The elder apologized a second time, and he would do it a third, fourth, fifth— so on until Jungkook forgave him.

Jungkook turned his head over his shoulder to glance up at Taehyung. His eyebrows were just as drawn together as the elders, "Then what is this?" He held up his phone, once more clicking the school-viral video to play it for him.

Kook kept his eyes on Taehyung, observing his reaction,

"This counts as nothing?"

Oh yeah.. That.

“Jungkook, that meant nothing to me. She just— she kissed me on the cheek and I guess I just kinda froze.” Taehyung desperately tried to clear up the misconception, trying to keep his anxiety on the down low every time students passed by.

He didn’t want them to assume anything was going on.

“Kook, come on. Don’t be mad at me.” He sighed, feeling defeated by his boyfriend’s shortage of words.

Jungkook pressed his lips tight, an eyebrow crooked as he put the phone back down in his pocket,  "What if she tries again?" He sighed, he wasn't really mad, just... hurt, because he started to feel like he was being hidden away like some dirty secret.

“I won’t let her.” Taehyung determinedly reassured, glad that Jungkook wasn’t too angry with him. He didn’t know what he would do if Kook stayed mad at him for long, the thought was enough to send a shiver of uneasiness down his spine.

“You saw how I was at the lunchroom.. I was uncomfortable.” Tae stepped down one more step, taking a seat next to his boyfriend, trying so hard to not let the stares affect him.

For all everyone knew, they were friends. Taehyung had to keep that in mind.

“I just..” 

Should he say it? 

Jungkook did want him to be more honest, and that’s what he would be doing by telling him.

“During practice, the reason I was so angry was because Kai called you a f*g.” Tae gulped, looking over at Jungkook to see his reaction.

“Something just came over me I guess. I really wanted to hit him, but then I remembered you saying you like my face so.. better not fuck it up even more.” A small chuckle slipped past his lips, but it went away as soon as it came, “The reason I did that in the lunchroom was ‘cause I’m a idiot. I was a coward. I guess I didn’t want them to find out— about us, I mean.” Taehyung was quick to add on, “I love being with you, Kook. Don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think I’m completely ready for putting us out there yet. Shit.. that makes me sound like the shittiest boyfriend in the world, huh?”

Jungkook's expression managed to change from frustrated, to surprised, to soft within the same moment of Taehyung explaining himself, quietly nodding as he listened. He took a second to process it all, eyes focused on his hands as he fiddled with them.

He took a deep, soft breath before turning his attention back to the elder, a soft smile pulling on his lips, ''You're not shitty, you're just... Kim Taehyung.'' His grin grew wider, ''Thank you for standing up for me, and for keeping your face intact.''

Jungkook's smile faded, he wished he could kiss Tae so badly, praise him more-- if he only knew how much of a personal growth he'd just done, one; being honest with kook, and two; stood up for him. One step at a time, he was improving himself, even if he didn't see it himself,

''You've grown a lot. One step at a time.''

Another moment of silence followed, Jungkook glanced at his surroundings before leaning in slightly to whisper, ''I really want to kiss you for it.''

Jungkook’s words hit him a lot harder than Taehyung would’ve ever imagined, feeling a faint smile of his own creep up onto his lips.

God, he really liked this boy.

Tae wondered if he ever showed that enough..

A tint of red washed over the apples of his cheeks, deeply affected by the idea of having his lips dance against Jungkook’s. Every time felt just like the first, and Taehyung couldn’t seem to get enough.

“Really?” The elder chuckled, eyes skimming around the place before grabbing Kook’s hand, dragging him along to the other side of the school. It was a place that was almost always unoccupied, and it was out of sight to the rest of the students.

With his hands on Jungkook’s waist, Tae slowly drove him back against the worn out wall, fresh breeze flowing through his hair as he leaned in, grinning mischievously before breaking the distance between their needy lips.

Taehyung’s thumbs rubbed circles from under the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt, feeling the warm skin of Jungkook’s hips clash against his touch.

Jungkook smiled into the kiss, little sweet wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes. He genuinely felt happy in this moment, all his past worries once more washed away because of this boy. His lips chased after Taehyung's in between their sweet kisses, he could never get enough of this feeling, his own hands instinctively settling on the elders shoulders to keep himself steady along with pressing his back against the wall, small hums of satisfaction vibrating in his throat. 

When the kiss broke apart for a moment, kook finally managed to reply,

''Yeah, really... Going this long without kissing you has been frustrating,'' he chuckled, squeezing Tae's shoulders playfully.

Taehyung threw his head back, laughing softly in amusement only to face Jungkook once again, head tilted to the side in the slightest bit, “Kook, it’s only been a couple hours.” He reminded, now tightly wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him all the more near,

“Plus, we kissed in the shower. Or did we not..? I dunno.”

Taehyung disregarded his own question, leaning in to press a chaste peck on Jungkook’s neck.

After he pulled away, that’s when Tae unlatched his arms, resting one hand against the wall by Kook’s head, leaning his body weight on it, “Just to make sure.. you’re not mad at me? Or are you just saying that..”

Jungkook let his hands fall to his sides, leaning the back of his head against the wall as his eyes were transfixed on the almost worried look in Taehyung's eyes. It was rather cute that he seemed anxious about how Kook felt about him-- which made sense, but it was still surprising that he'd ask to make sure,

''I'm a little annoyed at the blondie,'' He smiles though, to reassure him, ''But no, I'm not mad at you. Promise.'' The smile turns wider, he raises his hand to softly smooth his fingers across Tae's jawline.

Oh, how Jungkook wishes to tell him how much he loves this guy.

Taehyung seemed a little less tense afterwards, shamelessly leaning into Kook’s touch on his face whilst he held eye contact with the younger, as if making double sure that there was no hidden message behind his words.

“Alright.” The elder exhaled after finding no sign of a lie, shoulders falling down to their natural position. He dug out his phone from his pocket, turning it on before taking a quick glance at the time. The bell was going to ring anytime soon, meaning their small break was almost over.

Sadly.

“Okay, well.. meet me in the common area after school, so I can give you a ride.” Tae smiled, feeling the need to constantly remind Jungkook that he was his ride, even though the younger probably knew that by now.

Sooner than he expected, the sound of the bell’s awful ringing could be heard from outside.

Tae didn’t want to leave, he finally felt calm. But, he’d see Jungkook after school, they’d still get to spend more time together.

Even better, away from people.

Jungkook lowered his hand back down, placing both hands the pockets of his pants as his smile remained intact, ''Okay, sounds good.'' He nods, content with how things were going and feeling between the two of them.

They walked back together, but as they had different classes, they had to separate on the way. Kook wishes once more that he could hold his hand freely, or give him a 'see you soon' kiss. But, he wanted to be- and was understanding of Taehyung's wish to keep it low key for now.

For how long, he didn't know…

''See you soon, then.'' Kook glanced over at the elder, a vague smile pulling on the corner of his lips before he gave a small wave as he turned to walk towards his classroom.

He missed him already. God, he was a lost cause for the man.

~

In a blink of an eye, Taehyung’s class was over. And so was the next, and the next one after that, until he had none left.

Like always, Tae rushed out of his chemistry classroom and strolled over to the common area to wait for Jungkook. And like always, he had no clue about what he’d just learned.

It was a repeating cycle..

What wasn’t common, however, was seeing Mila walking up to him.

Her hips swayed with every strut of her high-heels, a flirtatious grin glued onto her red tinted lips.

Fuck, not again.

“Taehyung, hey.” She waved at him, standing close to Tae’s side.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“Yeah, Jungkook.” The elder answered more clearly, not wishing to give his boyfriend the wrong impression by continuing with the conversation.

He should’ve known better, though. Mila was not one to easily give up.

“Oh.. cool.” She hummed with a nod of her head, peeking outside at the cloudy sky. It was obvious it was going to rain “I wish I had a ride home.. I’d hate to walk home in the rain.” The girl shyly rubbed at her arm, gaze flickering back to Taehyung.

~

Jungkook kept his backpack tightly strapped on his shoulder as he headed towards the common area, brushing his dark fringe away from his eyes as his gaze searched for Taehyung. As he did, he started walking faster, a small smile growing on his face until he reaches him,

''Hey, I'm here-- uh..'' His steps came to a halt when he saw Mila standing next to Tae, as always, no consideration for his personal space,

''What's up?'' Is all he could say, eyes flickering between the two as his posture straightened, head tilted in slight annoyance.

Why was she here?

He'd been annoyed with this girl for a bit now, but after that video, he felt the swirling anger in his chest at the very sight of her, his brain replaying the way she kissed his boyfriend so casually.

Taehyung scratched at the back of his head, the awkward tension too thick to cut with a knife.

At this point, he’d need a chainsaw.

So, he hesitated whether or not to tell Jungkook so suddenly.. but, he’d find out soon anyways.

Tae just worried about his reaction, he knew Kook wasn’t too fond of Mila.

“Uh, she asked me for a ride, and I said it was okay.” Taehyung couldn’t bear to meet Jungkook’s doe eyes. God, why did he have to be kind during inappropriate situations?

The way Mila was staring at him.. if he was in her 10 inch heels, he’d want someone to help him out.

It was just a car ride, anyway.

“It’s gonna rain and, apparently, she lives close by anyways.”

Mila nodded, staring over at Jungkook, waiting for what he had to say.

Jungkook showed no sign of being upset, nor did he express that he was excited. He just... Seemed neutral. However, on the inside his jealousy was burning through his veins. Wow, he really didn't like Mila at all.

''Alright, whatever, let's.. go.'' His voice was low, nudging his chin in the direction towards the parking lot.

Jungkook supposed that, in the midst of his anger, he wanted to feel proud of Taehyung for being kind. For being considerate, as this was rarely a thing that'd happen normally, probably starting with him.

But, of course Jungkook was selfish in a way, wanting that kindness all to himself.

Whatever... It's just a car ride, right?

Nothing weird could happen during that short time.

Taehyung walked close to Jungkook, not too worried that Mila was left a few steps behind.

During the time that they were ‘alone’, Tae looked over at his boyfriend, flashing him an apologetic glance and mouthing a short, ‘I’m sorry’.

Once they finally got to his car, the elder unlocked the doors, expecting Jungkook to sit next to him. But, that didn’t happen. Mila slightly pushed the younger out of the way, plopping down on the passenger seat that would normally belong to Kook.

“Sorry..” Mila chuckled, noticing the way Taehyung’s expression shifted, “My heels were killing me. I needed to sit down.”

...Why couldn’t she sit down on the back? It was the same distance.

Tae snapped out of it, not bothered to question it any further.

Suddenly, he regretted giving Mila a drive.

Taehyung sat down on his seat, glancing up at Jungkook through his rear view mirror before driving out of the parking lot, trying to ignore the girl’s hand on his thigh.

The elder tried being subtle about it, scratching at his thigh and bouncing his foot. But Mila wouldn’t budge.

Jungkook has his lips tightly pressed together as he sat down in the backseat without a word, his patience was being tested. His gaze darkened when it landed on milas extended arm, grasping at Taehyung's thigh.

In his mind, he wanted to grab the girl by the collar and throw her out the window.. but he kept it as it was, simply imagination.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression growing stern as he continuously prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a common ritual of his when he was upset.

Things did get worse.

Just Jungkook's luck.

But why didn’t Taehyung protest? It was like stepping on kooks nerves, and if anger could form a cloud around his stature, it’d be fuming off of him. Taehyung was being too nice, the earlier attempt at a sorry slowly slipping through the cracks of the younger's mind.

The car ride was.. uncomfortable, to say the least.

But luckily, Mila’s fancy house was only a few streets down.

If they could make it without any problems, that’d be great.

Just a couple more seconds and they’d be free of her.

“Gosh, thank you Tae. I have to find a way to repay you!” Mila looked at him with a smile, turning her upper body around to finally acknowledge Jungkook’s presence, “Nice seeing you again.” This time, her smile wasn’t as genuine. She was still a bit confused about the boys’ relationship.

Namjoon said they fought a lot, but every time she’d look over at them, they were laughing and stealing secret glances.

They acted like a couple at times..

Just.. the way Taehyung looked at Jungkook— it was concerning.

Whatever, Mila knew that wasn’t the case. She was just being paranoid. After all, Kim Taehyung was not gay.

The moment Mila stepped out of his car, Tae sped the hell out of there, noticing how visibly upset Jungkook had become. He didn’t blame him, though. If it was uncomfortable for him, it was bound to be for his boyfriend.

A couple silent minutes later, Taehyung parked in front of Kook’s apartment building, shutting the door before following behind the younger, already familiar with the apartment number.

He was so worried about how Jungkook felt, that Tae didn’t notice the apartment next to his boyfriend’s was wide open, various things found scattered inside.

“Fuck. Remind me to not give her a ride again.” The elder plopped down on the couch with a sigh, running his hands down his face.

Jungkook had remained silent until they were inside, he'd kicked his shoes off and thrown his bag somewhere on the floor before striding over to stand in front of Taehyung's sitting frame, hands firmly placed on his hips. His eyes were sharp, burning down at the elder with an intensity that was intimidating, "You want a reminder?" He scoffed, "Okay. I'll give you a reminder.."

Jungkook had no hesitation in his bones, slowly pulling his shirt over his head to expose his firm torso, glancing down at himself before his gaze meets the elders again, "Take your shirt off, and sit still. You're really good at being still after all, aren't you?"

His voice had no humor nor weakness in it, no patience left to play games.

Taehyung was going to listen to him now.

Not to the guys. Not to Mila. To Jeon Jungkook.

Whatever reminder Jungkook had in mind, it wasn’t what Taehyung originally had in his.

“Kook.. what are you doing?”

The elder’s sharp eyes raked down his boyfriend’s toned torso, taking in the way the muscles in his arms flexed, making up for all of that time spent hidden away in the gym.

He was so fucking muscular..

Taehyung was a mixture of aroused and confused, and he didn’t know which was stronger.

“Jungkook—“ At the sudden command that slipped from the boy’s lips, Tae followed through with his orders, “Yes..”

God, the elder felt so pathetic.. the second he spoke to him in that tone, Taehyung knew his body was Jungkook’s playground.

“Baby, what’s going on..?” Tae sat his shirt down on his lap, trying to hide the evident bulge poking at his jeans.

Jungkook held a finger up, indicating for the elder to stop asking questions,

"A simple reminder, just like you asked for." He glanced down at the shirt in taes lap, crooking an eyebrow, "Looks like your body already knows before you do."

Kooks gaze travels back to meet the confused one of his boyfriend, using his hand to point down at taes pants, "Take it all off, no hiding."

A small sense of satisfaction settles in Jungkook's chest when he sees how easily subdued Taheyung can be, he must really like this side of the younger.

And that's great, because Kook really enjoyed the little good boy side of Tae as well, his own bulge becoming more and more prominent against the fabrics of his pants.

Tae followed through with Jungkook’s clear instructions, his hands seeming to have a mind of their own as they tugged at his jeans, pulling at the band of his boxers as well.

The elder felt extremely exposed sitting on Kook’s couch, butt naked with his dick standing as still as a pole.

Fuck.. Taehyung wanted to see all of his boyfriend, too. It wasn’t fair.

Tae man-spread even further, sinking into the couch with his hooded eyes lusting over the scenario they were in, one hand going down to tug at his cock, slowly spreading the pre-cum erupting from his slit to the rest of his shaft.

Shit.. was Jungkook going to ride his dick? He hoped so.

Either way, he couldn’t wait to see what the younger had in mind.

Jungkook rolled his tongue, prodding the inside of his cheek before 'tsk'ing,

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" His tone lowered another octave as he spoke, taking one step closer so that he was standing in between the elders legs, "And here I was planning to give you something even better.." he raised his eyebrows, the hint of playfulness sparking in his eyes, "You might still have a chance to redeem it, if you say please."

His lips were tugging unto a small grin, but this one wasn't playful. It was devilish. He was determined to get that one word out of him--the one word only Jungkook could have the Kim Taehyung to roll off his pretty, plushy lips.

Jungkook bent forward, his hands placed firmly on taes knees as he was gazing at taehyungs through his dark locks dangling over his eyes, "Say I'm sorry, please."

The elder’s wet hand dropped down to his side, slender fingers gripping at the cushion whilst he waited for the next command, staring up at Jungkook like a needy boy.

He’d already obeyed the younger by not continuing to touch himself, what else did Kook want?

The constant wondering kept Taehyung on the edge of his seat, toes curling in excitement.

Fuck.. he wanted to say so many things, but his lips stayed sealed.

That is, until they parted in shock from what Jungkook asked of him.

Was this his boyfriend? He couldn’t tell.

The bunny grin that he learned to love was now replaced by a rather wicked one, causing Tae’s breath to hitch in his throat.

“Kook, come on.. just give it to me.” His words came out in the form of a whine, tongue swiping over his lips at the close gap of their faces.

The elder’s veiny cock twitched from the lack of contact, his hands itched to push Jungkook down on his lap. But, he wouldn’t.

He’d be a good boy for him.

He wanted to be good..

After realizing that his boyfriend wasn’t going to budge, Taehyung finally whispered out those set of words, voice heavy and deep,

“I’m sorry, please..”

Jungkooks smile softened at the plea, leaning in further to press a chaste kiss on his nose before kook dropped down to his knees with a thud, his hands slowly roaming the skin of the elders thighs, Relishing in Tae’s responsiveness to his mere touch,

“You’re doing well. I like this.’”

He kept his eyes fixed on Tae’s, a hint of affection visible in his gaze, maintaining the eye contact while his hand slowly skimmed over his inner thigh until he was painfully close to the throbbing erection waiting for his attention.

A quick glance down, and Jungkook's own cock was aching beneath the fabrics, his mouth watering.

This morning he’d been dreaming about how his cock would taste.

How well he’d be able to take it.

What kind of new noises would Taehyung make?

He was ready to find it all out, but first— his hand found its way to Taehyung's shaft, wrapping his long fingers around the girth.

If there was one thing that Taehyung didn’t like about Jungkook, is that he was the biggest fucking tease.

From the way that the younger’s finger slowly rubbed against his prostate at the party, to now taking a hold of his erected cock when it was clear that Tae had horrible patience— It irked him, but not in the way that he thought.

Instead, the elder wanted to fuck into Jungkook’s mouth; make him gag.. show him who’s boss.

But at this very moment, he was his boyfriend’s bitch.

He was a puddle of goo under the younger’s sensual touch, dying to feel his pretty lips wrap around his shaft and slowly envelop him whole inch by inch..

“Baby, quit teasing..” Taehyung’s hips rocked into Jungkook’s hand, wanting to feel the friction he was so desperately craving.

"I've never had the chance to properly feel you like this..." Jungkook’s voice was low, and his breath was getting heavier as he felt the weight of Taes cock in his palm. Taking a moment to just... feel it in his hand, the velvety skin so delicate yet rough with the way the veins protruded.

Absolutely delicious looking, "And you're so cute when you get that wrinkle of frustration between your eyebrows." Kook winks at the elder before guiding the tip of Tae's cock to his mouth, without hesitation he wraps his plushy lips around it and gives it a tasteful suck, the small beads of precum staining the younger's lips.

He hums quietly, the vibrations of his throat reaches his mouth-- and he dares to slowly take his boyfriends cock a little deeper.

This was delicious, and with the way Taehyung is so responsive to him-- he could do this forever.

“Ah.. fuck..” Taehyung stared down at his boyfriend, hand reaching down to run through Jungkook’s hair, tugging at it for the hell of it.

The further the younger took him in, the further Tae verbalized how he felt, hips jittering slightly.

“So good, baby.. so good..” He bit down on his lip, still rocking his hips a little.

Taehyung didn’t know if this was Jungkook’s first time giving a blowjob— so he had to be considerate. Even so.. the thought of another guy’s dick in his boyfriend’s mouth was unsettling, it angered him. But the way Kook sucked him off so wonderfully was enough of a distraction.

Jungkook's eyes were glazed over with a layer of tears that refused to fall, glancing up at his boyfriend as he continued to go deeper, half way down he had to stop his movement to breathe through his nose. Taehyung's cock is thick, so it wasn't easy. But kook wanted to make the elder feel good, the praise and sounds echoing in his ears enough to spur him on to withdraw himself until just the tip was between his lips, just to sink back down, his tongue providing friction against the silky length in his mouth.

Jungkooks hands grasped the elders thighs, squeezing the flesh between his fingers-- he never knew he'd be into taes thighs so much... but then again, he's into everything that is Kim Taehyung.

A muffled moan vibrated in his mouth, drool starting to dribble down Tae’s cock and kooks chin glistening with spit.

Nothing beat seeing and hearing his boyfriend in this state-- the younger felt his cock starting to ache further, and this time he didn't want to deny himself. One hand travelled down to unzip, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his length out, stroking with the rhythm that he sucked off Tae with.

If Taehyung wasn’t over the moon before, he sure was now.

The way Jungkook’s tongue provided him with enough warmth, enough friction— he was in pure bliss. His rosy lips were parted and eyebrows furrowed with small beads of sweat at the corners, thighs slightly trembling from the strong grasp of his boyfriend’s fingers.

“Ahh, getting a little messy, hm?”

The sensation from Kook’s drool traveling down his cock only turned Taehyung on even more, feeling his cock harden up at the visual image of Jungkook’s chin glistening with spit, doe eyes watery..

“Fuck yeah..” Tae grabbed a handful of the younger’s hair, guiding his movements when a sudden, blaring noise was broadcasted through the thin walls.

He ignored it at first, continuing to grind into Jungkook’s mouth, his free hand roaming up and down the boy’s forearm.

Then, another piercing drag.

Taehyung finally opened his eyes, looking around for the source of the noise while his boyfriend was sucking him off, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Then, a loud bang against the wall was enough to make Tae jump in his spot, hearing some mumbled curses follow soon after.

“Wait, Kook..” Taehyung dreaded separating his cock from Jungkook’s mouth, but he had to see what was going on.

What if someone was trying to break in? He quickly put on his clothes, not bothering to zip up his fly before he unlocked the door, poking his head out to take a look at the commotion.

“Shit! Why won’t this go in..”

There stood a woman, seemingly around their age, trying to push a wooden desk into the apartment next to Jungkook’s. She was obviously struggling, and the babbling baby strapped to her chest surely didn’t make it any easier.

“Hey, you need some help..?”

Taehyung hesitantly offered, standing there awkwardly.

“Wha-? Oh, please! Here, it’ll only be a second.”

Tae was expecting to help her in terms of strength to push the big desk into the other side, but what he didn’t expect was to have a baby strapped to his chest.

“Thank you so much! This will hopefully make things easier.”

The boy was frozen, arms woodenly hanging at his sides, eyes staring right into the big ones of the little human in the baby carrier.

Did a random woman just give him her baby..?

“Uh..” He gulped, not knowing what to do when the small baby started moving her small limbs around, chubby hands reaching for Taehyung’s face, “S-stay put.”

For fucks sake, she wasn’t a dog.

Jungkook pulled a shirt over his head & zipped up his pants before heading over to the doorway, one hand combing through his hair,

"Tae, are you coming back... uh, what.." he stopped when he saw taehyung standing there, the most tense he's ever been in his entire existence--- wait, is that a baby?

Kook said nothing, walking up to stand next to his boyfriend, doe eyes staring down at the cute little human, peering closer as he shares a small smile, making the tiny girl giggle,

"Who's this?" He withdrew to glance over at Taehyung, who seemed anything but thrilled to have a baby on him. Kook was still confused, as he didnt see the source of the baby as of yet--- like, a parent!

“I don’t know.” Taehyung’s muscles were stiff, “But I’m.. scared.”

Before the elder could diminish into a pile of his own shit, the familiar girl reappeared from behind the door, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.

Taehyung didn’t know much about babies, but.. wasn’t, ‘Don’t leave your kid unattended with a stranger. They might kidnap them’, the first rule in some sort of parenting manual?

But, the hell does he know.

“Thank you so much for watching her!” She unclipped the baby carrier from Taehyung, who let out a breath of air he didn’t know he was holding until now.

His chest was free.

“Oh,” The girl’s eyes traveled over to the new face, “Hi! Sorry for bothering you guys.. This stupid desk just wouldn’t budge.”

The little girl began chewing on her small fist, slobbering all over it whilst she gawked at Jungkook, already growing fond of him.

Awkward silence filled the air, until it didn’t.

“I’m Jisoo! Apparently we’re neighbors..?”

Jungkook's eyes abruptly fell on the strange woman, he straightened his posture before giving her a bow when he did put two and two together-- She is indeed gonna be next door neighbours with him!

''Ah, really.. Yes, hello!'' He really was such an awkward boy,

''I'm Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you! Uh, welcome..'' He scrunched his nose as he smiled, eyes now trailing back to the cute baby, ''And who's this?''

Taehyung kept to himself, allowing Kook to take the lead in the introduction as his eyes raked over the woman’s face, and then to the blabbering baby attached to her chest.

She looked young, like she could be in High School. Surely she wasn’t the mother, perhaps the big sister.

Why was nobody else helping her move in?

“Oh, her?” Jisoo fondly smiled, taking a hold of her chubby hands before waving it in the air, as if the baby was the one greeting Jungkook, “Her name’s Min Yuna,” The girl seemed a bit hesitant to elaborate on it, but she did nonetheless. “My daughter.”

Whenever Jisoo broke the news to people, she was showered with dirty looks. Because god forbid someone her age was capable of raising a child.

“I’m not too young— well, I’m twenty-two so.. I guess that’s young?” She rambled, in her own little world as she tried to explain herself to the pair.

Jisoo was still sensitive to judgement.

“Uhm, anyway. It’s nice to meet you too, Jungkook. And..?”

The woman cocked a brow at Tae, chuckling a little.

“..man that watched my baby.”

“Taehyung.” A small smile pulled at the corners of the boy’s lips, who bowed out of respect.

“Taehyung! Got it.” Jisoo made herself a mental note of their names, having a feeling that they’d talk to each other more often than not.

Maybe to borrow some sugar, time will tell.

After Jisoo bid her goodbyes, Taehyung stepped back into Jungkook’s apartment, waiting for the younger to join him.

Jungkook waved goodbye before shutting the door tightly and heading back inside to join Taehyung. It was rather funny, how just ten minutes ago the younger was taking his boyfriend cock down his throat, and suddenly he'd been welcoming his new neighbour.. Well, neighbours, the small one counts.

''Well, that was.... bad timing.'' Jungkook jokes, stretching his arms up in the air as he walked closer to Taehyung, ''Never thought I'd see you with a baby. You looked incredibly comfortable,'' Another tease, a crooked eyebrow to make his point.

Taehyung pulled his shirt over his head, playfully aiming it at Jungkook’s face.

“Shut up..”

The elder boy kept his gaze trained on his boyfriend, leaning in closer to pull him down by the waist. They weren’t done yet, and Taehyung was going to make sure he was aware of that.

“Now that that’s over..” Tae bit down on his lip, hands sensually rubbing at the pair of thighs that were keeping him in place, looking up at Jungkook as the latter straddled his lap, “I wanna suck you off.”

Straight to the point. No hiding, no beating around the bush— Tae wanted to make Kook feel just as good.

Although he’d never actually sucked a guy off before, Taehyung was confident in his never before attempted skills from what he’s seen on the screen of his phone. 

Ever since Jungkook and him started to date, Tae has binged a lot of gay porn. Admittedly, he wanted to make sure he was doing it right..

“So, that’s what I’m gonna do.” 

With a smirk on his face, Taehyung flipped them over without any trouble, Kook now being the one with his butt on the couch. His hands fumbled with his boyfriend’s zipper, slipping off his pants and underwear in one go, desperate to get a feel.

The moment his eyes fell on Jungkook’s throbbing erection, Tae was practically foaming at the mouth.

He spread the precum from the pink, mushroom tip to the rest of the boy’s shaft. Taehyung kept his hooded gaze on Kook’s face, waiting for a reaction.

Jungkook  couldn't even react properly to Tae's sudden words, a small yelp the only thing heard as he was flipped on his behind, eyes widening when he finally catches up with what is going to happen. His lips part with a soft sigh when his cock is finally freed from the uncomfortable strain of fabrics, however, his lips part even further when the elder touched him, his cock twitching within his boyfriends grasp,

''Shit...'' He had no words, and honestly-- he was excited... He's never actually had somebody suck him off before, and that in itself made him a little nervous.

Ironic since he's literally been fucked by the man below him. But this... It's new. Hands? Yes, he knows it.

Ass? Fucking amazing.

But Taehyung's mouth? A foreign concept, about to be explored, and Kook was about to give his boyfriend one of many firsts once again.

Taehyung seemed pleased with Kook’s reaction, slowly continuing to attend to the younger’s cock with his utmost attention.

He was doing the bare minimum, and he’d already managed to receive an airy curse from his boyfriend.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to show Jungkook what he’s got.

Maybe Tae was being too cocky, maybe he was just being Taehyung. But what he knew for a fact was, he was going to make the other cum.

While his fingers tugged and played with Jungkook’s balls, the other set wrapped around the base of the boy’s cock. Wanting to be a tease, Tae pressed kitten licks on the tip, looking up at Kook through his dark eyelashes, wanting to see the frustration and arousal on his face.

Jungkooks gaze was fixated on Taehyung's ministrations, unable to rip his eyes off of the scene below him. Tae’s hands on him, the tasteful licks from the tongue that playfully poked through his boyfriends plush lips.

It was blissful, and frustrating. He wanted more.

“More...” he voiced out his needs, voice almost whiny as he kept his hands gripping onto his thighs, lips parting wider in breathy curses. His eyebrows were drawn together, hips automatically rutting for more friction.

Wanting it just as much, Taehyung gradually took more of Jungkook into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt the tip of his boyfriend’s cock challenge his gag reflexes.

Reaching a comfortable length, Tae began to slowly bob his head, once in a while allowing his teeth to gently brush over the skin for the thrill of it.

His eyes were watery, but he pushed through.

He loved the way Jungkook tasted..

The hand that was wrapped around the base started to move, pumping the rest of what he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Jungkook slouched down lower in his seat, one hand gently settling on top of taes head. He didnt guide the movements, he didn't force anything, just feeling Taehyung move his head on his own was incredibly hot.

"You're so good at this...." kook tilted his head down, dark locks dangling his eyes as a broken moan escapes his lips, his hips twitching. The urge to actually fuck his throat was strong, but... he knows itd hurt the elder.

"Harder...." kooks favorite word to utter during their moments, the younger was always greedy for more friction, more sensations. Harder, faster-- he relished and shuddered everytime Taehyung would tease with his teeth against the smooth skin of his length.

Tae heavily breathed through his nose, cheeks hallowed whilst he indulged himself in how it felt to be giving Jungkook a blowjob, adoring the way his boyfriend would plead for more.

It didn’t matter if he was straining his throat, Kook’s string of soft moans was his reason to keep going.

The elder listened, hand now moving at a faster speed, his head bobbing at a steady pace.

Lewd, wet noises of him sucking on Jungkook’s needy cock as if it were a lollipop arose to the ears, making Taehyung hum in approval, the vibrations hitting the other’s shaft.

He looked up at Kook, his innocent gaze so contradicting from his dirty, dirty actions.

Shit.. Tae felt his own erection scream for attention, for any kind of release— but he wouldn’t jerk himself off, he had other things in mind..

With one last bob of his head, Taehyung pulled away from the boy’s dick with a loud pop, staring down at the swollen tip that was drowning in his spit, a string of saliva still connecting them together.

Taehyung wiped at his swollen lips with the back of his hand, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth to retract some of Jungkook’s precum.

The elder worked on freeing himself from his pants, throwing the fabric to the side before straddling Kook’s lap, one hand on his shoulder while the other searched for the younger’s cock, guiding the tip to his hole.

“A-ahh..” Taehyung rubbed the tip against his entrance, rocking his hips.

Kook was confused about what Taehyung was doing, until he wasn't. His hands immediately grasped the elders ass to spread his cheeks further, needily rutting against his hole,

"Shit, you're really gonna ride me?" He breathed out in awe, the visuals before him of his boyfriends body on top of him was unmatchable, his thighs tightly pressing on each of kooks sides, his needy cock pathetically remaining untouched and hard.

Kook decided he wanted this faster, bringing his fingers to his lips to wet them before bringing them to taes hole, replacing his tip with his fingers pressing inside to stretch him,

"Just a little precaution..." he murmurs as he sits up straighter, placing kisses over his boyfriends torso as he keeps fingering him, stretching until he's able to scissor his fingers inside.

Taehyung’s body visibly trembled at the raw touch of his boyfriend’s active fingers, immediately clenching down on the pair as his initial response, biting down on his lip to prevent a strained cry of bliss from escaping.

Tae had yet to completely get used to the feeling, but if they kept this up, he’d get there in no time.

“Hmm.. Kook-ah.. t-that’s good.”

Both hands grasped onto the younger’s broad shoulders, staying somewhat still until he jolted in his spot, Kook’s fingers having poked against a certain area.

“Oh— yeah.. right there, baby.”

God, his boyfriend was the best. Just after fucking once, Jungkook knew where all of his weak spots hid.

Taehyung was impatiently dying to feel Kook’s dick inside of him once again, to re-experience that feeling of fullness. Thinking he knew best, the elder reached for the boy’s fingers, stubbornly pulling them out before carelessly plopping down on Jungkook’s cock, lips parting in a small gasp.

Fuck, that was a bad idea.

“Hngh.. shit.” Tae’s eyes watered, regretting his previous actions as he hid his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, inhaling his scent whilst his legs shook at his sides.

Taehyung was stubbornly impatient, and for that he internally cursed himself out.

"Oh...!" Jungkook breathed out a surprised whimper, his cock suddenly being hugged by the warm tightness that is Taehyung's ass. It was so tight, it felt so good…

"Are you okay?" Kooks hands were back on the elders ass to spread him, keeping his hips still with his cock buried inside of the other male.

Just staying like this felt incredible. Kooks cock was throbbing,

"Move on me..." he wanted taehyung to decide when he was ready, scared to hurt him if he got too eager to begin with.

“Yeah..” Taehyung weakly breathed out into the other’s skin, arms loosely embracing Kook around his neck. The elder did as Jungkook told, beginning to gyrate his hips, squeaky moans muffled by their close contact.

Tae rocked on the younger’s cock back and forth, back and forth..

“Fucking love how you feel inside of me..”

He continued to rock them, fingers playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his boyfriend’s head, biting back his whines.

“You’re so strong.. and muscular— Ah..”

Back and forth..

Taehyung’s walls abruptly closed in on Jungkook’s cock, urging Tae to increase his speed.

So he did, hips rotating on the younger’s dick a little faster, pressing small kisses along his jawline.

'I fucking love you'... is what the younger wishes he would say--but instead chose to think it, moving his head to the side to grant taehyung better access to his neck,

"Yeah? You love my body?" Jungkook fished for praise, his strong hands squeezing at the flesh of the elders ass between his fingers as he started to buck his hips upwards to meet the movements of taes hips, his hands allowing him to start controlling the way Taehyung's ass smacked down on kooks cock, "And this fat cock? It's all yours, baby..."

Taehyung whined, throwing his head forward on Jungkook’s shoulder as he added a small hop to his movements, the sound of sticky skin against one another taking over.

“L-love is an understatement..”

He choked out, gyrating his hips faster than before, panting for breath.

“A-ahh! Ri-right there.. oh fuck, Kook that’s the spot.”

Tae clenched down on his boyfriend’s cock even harder, squeezing his eyes shut whilst he bit down on Kook’s shoulder, not wishing to scream out from pleasure.

Fuck, Taehyung was making the most beautiful noises, it was driving Jungkook mad, feeling every single hormone in his body awaken, burning in need to draw out more of these sinful sounds from the elder,

''Right there?'' Kook's voice was strained, breathy from fucking up into his boyfriend, putting an effort into using the muscles he's worked hard for. He's never been so grateful in his life for building his body, able to please Tae this way was everything, ''Fuck, Taehyung, you feel so good...'' He grunted lowly, digging his blunt nails into the flesh of Tae's ass, his thrusts becoming less and less merciful as his own greed for pleasure grew.

And as his desires for the man grew, he deemed this position now enough for him to fuck Taehyung the way he wanted, instead moving his hands to grasp the elders hips, flipping him over on his back against the couch, his own body towering over his lover.

''I can't get enough of you-- fuck..!'' Kook moaned out as he placed Tae's legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to push his cock as deep as physically possible inside of the man, this time able to fuck him to his own content. His core was strong, flexing as his movements were anything but gentle this time around.

The elder’s back hit the couch with a sharp cry of alarm, turned on by the way Jungkook manhandled his trembling body however he chose, knowing his only intention was to make them both lose their minds.

And fuck, was it working..

With every hard slap of his boyfriend’s balls against his skin, Tae’s legs slightly jolted from their place on Jungkook’s shoulders, toes stiffly curled inwards.

His head was turned to the side, outgrown fringe shielding his glassy eyes, fingers gripping at the other’s arms as they left behind faint dent marks from his nails. 

Taehyung was still extremely sensitive to the feeling. After all, it was only the second time he’s gotten fucked in the ass.

“J-Jungkook..!”

A tear managed to roll down his rosy, sweat-glistened cheek, now facing Jungkook as he moaned out his name, craning his neck upwards so he could press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s nose— his own way of letting him know that he was doing such a good job.

Tae felt a warmth bubble up within his lower stomach, building up with every second, every thrust of Jungkook’s cock into his gaping hole.

“I-I’m close.. real close!”

And just like that, Taehyung came, hard.

His body shook slightly, chest covered with a thick layer of sweat as he panted, feeling another tear stream down the side of his face, and finally onto the cushion of the couch where it joined the sweat shed by the both of them.

It hurt, but it was so, so good. It was the only pain Taehyung would go through again and again, until he was completely used to it.

“Fuck..”

As Taehyung came, his ass squeezed Kook's length so hard that it triggered his own orgasm, fucking into Taehyung with earnest until his hips stilled, leaning down closer as he cursed out a broken moan, his cock throbbing desperately as he filled Tae with every single drop of cum he possessed. He stayed still inside of him, drawing out the moment of letting his high last for as long as possible before it slowly faded down, exhaustion hitting him. He smiled weakly, beads of sweat trickling down his temples as he pressed soft kisses over Taehyung's cheeks.

Oh, how close he was to saying the forbidden words once more.

Should he? Why shouldn't he?

It could be so easy. A simple 'I love you'.. But, he was scared he wouldn't get the same words back.

''Hey... You're amazing.'' Is what he settled for, placing another kiss, this time on Tae's lips before he withdrew to sit on the couch, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand-- Naked, sweaty and a cock coated with his cum, ''I'm gonna prepare a shower, then we can eat something?'' He glanced down at the exhausted male, ''Are you okay?''

A lazy, barely visible smile pulled at the corners of Taehyung’s lips, who laid on his back like a starfish— arms and legs outstretched to their full potential, one of each hanging off the couch.

“I’m great.” This time a worn out chuckle, finally allowing the light to reach his eyes as he sat up, or at least attempted to.

He was going to be extremely sore again, wasn’t he?

Taehyung pushed his fringe back, not worrying much about the fact.

“Hey..” The elder quietly called out, voice a little strained. “You’re kind of amazing, too.”

And with that being said, Tae’s face flushed even more, embarrassed.

His lips parted once more, about to add on to his words when a loud, piercing cry emitted from the other side of Jungkook’s wall.

Oh yeah, the new neighbor.

“The baby doesn’t seem too happy..” Taehyung tiredly breathed out, attempting to stand on his own, “What do you think of her, anyways.” He asked, knowing what he thought.

She was a little funky, talkative.

Definitely didn’t expect her to be a mother, but Taehyung isn’t one to judge. Sometimes.

Jungkook hums, a smile pulling on his lips, 

"She seems nice." He didn't elaborate. She did seem nice, a little wonky maybe. Surprised that she had a baby at her age, honestly-- but jungkook was in no position to judge. Besides, from what he gathered, there was no boyfriend to help her, so he automatically deemed her as a strong person. Who the hell manages to move on their own, with a baby?

Kook smoothed his hand over Taehyung's thigh as he looked at his boyfriend, his nose scrunched in a grin, "How about that shower? Come on." He offered his hand to help the younger, pulling him up on wobbly legs before guiding him to the bathroom, turning on the water. While waiting for it to heat up, he glanced over at taehyung, pulling him in by the waist to nuzzle their noses together, completely unbothered by the cum staining taes stomach now pressing against the stomach of his own skin, "Maybe we should check if she needs help with anything else. You could show off your skills as a babysitter."

“Fuck off, Kook.” Despite his harsh words, Taehyung chuckled, playfully hitting Jungkook’s chest, “Babies scare the shit out of me.”

He mumbled as he carefully stepped into the bathtub, humming in content at the warm beads of water trickling down his skin.

Taehyung wanted to thank whoever invented showers.

After his boyfriend fucked his brains out, it helped ease his sore muscles.

‘’I could tell," Jungkook teased, getting into the shower behind his boyfriend, grabbing the rarely used loofah to soap it up, "I think shes cute," he started to gently massage the soap against Taehyung's back, down to the back of his thighs before snaking his hand around the elders torso to wash off the cum, "The baby, I mean. I think babies are cute."

Taehyung was relishing his moment of glory, content moans dripping from his lips at the care Jungkook was putting on cleaning him up.

He peeked over his shoulder at his boyfriend, grinning.

“Of course she’s cute.” The elder agreed, now turning around to repay him, taking the loofah from Kook’s hand, “She’s a little human. Little humans are cute.” He kept his eyes glued on to what he was doing, lathering Jungkook’s chest with soap, then trailing it down to his stomach.

“But they also cry a lot, and puke, and throw up— no.” The elder shook his head in accentuation, now scrubbing along the other’s arms, focusing on the task at hand.

Jungkook smiled widely, lifting his arms slightly to give the elder better access to wash his skin,

''Puke and throw up? I've taken care of adults doing the same thing. Much cuter when it's a baby,'' Kook snatched the loofah back from Taehyung when he was finished, hanging it on the small hook attached to the wall before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, forcing them both to step underneath the shower to let the water do the job of washing the soap off,

''Anyways... I'm really hungry... But I don't think I have anything in my fridge, honestly.'' His smile faded, feeling guilty about the fact that he couldn't even feed Taehyung, knowing he's a big eater, ''We could uh.. order something?''

Kook furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember how much he had left in his bank account. Which is, never enough.

“You know what I meant.” Taehyung sighed, trying to stifle a grin of his own because of his stupidity.

He really shouldn’t let himself ramble all that much, nothing ever made sense.

His mind traveled back to him laying on Namjoon’s couch, holding a bucket of his own puke as if it were his most prized possession, his caramel skin faded and lips no longer rosy.

Tae felt bad for putting the both of them through that— through him, just.. being him.

Although Jungkook was only joking, Taehyung felt bothersome, but he didn’t show it on his face.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He gently cupped his boyfriend’s jaw, not wanting him to go through all that trouble for him.

Taehyung knew money was tight, Kook didn’t need to order anything.

When he was done with High School— which was in a couple months— Tae promised himself to find a job to help Jungkook, financially. It was no doubt that the monthly rent was a big strain on the younger’s bank account, as well as the obvious need for food.

“We’ll figure something— who’s that?”

Taehyung’s head whipped to the sound of the knocks on Jungkook’s front door, pulling himself away from the latter before grabbing a towel, quickly drying himself and the other off before throwing on his spare clothes.

Who would it be?

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#fic: Love maze #Taekook smut #Vkook smut #Taehyung x Jungkook #BTS smut #BTS series #Taekook series #Vkook series #BTS mxm #Top Jungkook #Bottom Taehyung #sombreboy

[imagining-supernatural]

The First Date

Part 2 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: Your first date with Sebastian is breakfast, then off to the courthouse for an annulment!

Word Count: 1571

“So, uh, according to this website,” you started as soon as Sebastian walked out of the bathroom with a towel secured around his waist. And you definitely did not check him out. You had to stay focused on the annulment. “Um, we should be able to file what’s called a, uh, complaint for annulment at the courthouse if we’re actually married.”

“What’s this?” He sauntered over to the bed and picked up the marriage certificate you’d set on the corner of the bed. “Well, looks official.”

You nodded. “It could also just be a paper, you know? My best friend took a calligraphy class one summer because of that one Relient K song about college kids. She could write this. I figured I’d wait for your input before calling the courthouse to see if it’s legit. You know, didn’t want someone to see your name and get Twitter-excited.”

“Good call.” His voice was soft, as if surprised.

“If it is legit,” you continued with your findings as he searched around the room for his clothes. “Then I’m pretty sure we meet all of the requirements for annulment…” he bent over to pick up his pants and you trailed off at the muscles that flexed in his calves and the—Nope! Annulment. You turned your attention back to the website. “We got married in Nevada, which is one. And considering we don’t remember it, I’d say we were drunk enough that we meet the mentally incompetent or unable to understand what we were consenting to standard. It might be kind of hard to prove that, though,” you muttered.

He laughed. “I don’t know about that. I was looking through my phone and I’ve got some great drunk texts I sent and some pretty blurry pictures of us. One in front of Elvis.”

“Oh god. I got married by Elvis? Drunk? In Vegas? How much more fucking cliché can this get?”

He just shook his head and grinned. “Why don’t you take your turn in the bathroom. I’ll call my lawyer and see what he can do.”

With a nod, you stood up. “Feel free to use my laptop. I have everything secure I need. Oh, and I have a charge cord for Apple and Android over on the desk, so if your phone needs a charge, go for it.”

“You talk a lot, you know that?”

“Yeah. I’ve been told that. It gets worse when I’m nervous or stressed. I’d apologize for that, but it’s not really a character flaw. Just you know, what makes me me.” You made the conscious effort to keep your mouth shut for three seconds. “So, yeah. Feel free to the laptop and charge cords. I’m gonna put a door between us before I embarrass myself more.”

The door closed on his laughter and you took a deep breath. As you let out your breath, you whispered, “Shit.”

You tried to enjoy your shower. You really did. Usually you could shut your brain down and relax.

Not fucking today.

By the time you were done, you could have sworn you were even more stressed out than before.

In an attempt to calm your nerves, you sat down on the toilet seat and unlocked your phone. Sebastian mentioned pictures from the previous night. Maybe you had a few. But, your first order of business was making sure you didn’t drunk text anyone something that you would regret. You weren’t much of a drunk texter, but last night was anything but normal.

Luckily, you’d only texted your friend, Jasmine, a few times.

*Girl these mojitos are fuxking expensive

*hella good tho

*so mdndu hit ppl here

*gon get some f real

She’d texted back that she was glad you were having a good time and reminded you to drink water and be safe, and that was the end of your conversation. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Next up: pictures.

And, boy, did you take pictures. The first few were of you and random people in a club. You had vague memories of those people. You had bonded over… something? Something told you it was mojitos, since all of you had a glass of mint and lime in your hands.

Then you got to the ones with Sebastian. Horribly taken selfies mixed in with blurry photos of whoever was performing on the stage. The background in your selfies changed from the club to a restaurant to some sort of brightly lit up sculpture. Finally you got to your own Elvis pictures.

It wasn’t the wedding you’d ever pictured for yourself, but it was the only one you would get. Even though it would last for less than a day, ideally, you were strangely glad that it had happened. Once you found out about the tumor, you put your love life on the back burner. Not that you ever really put much focus on your love life to begin with. You had plenty of other shit to sort through before you pulled anyone else into your toxic mess of a life. And then, once the chemo didn’t work and reality set in, you made peace with the fact that you would never get married.

If you had a bucket list, one more item would have just gotten crossed off.

Your eyes drifted over to the ring you’d set on the counter while you were in the shower and reached over. It was so much bigger than any ring you’d seen in real life. A huge diamond was nestled in diamond encrusted halo knots, set atop a braided band of yet more diamonds.

It was beautiful.

With a hard swallow, you slipped the ring back onto your finger, admiring it. There were only a few minutes left that you would have it. Only a few minutes to soak this in. This ring was far too expensive to keep.

You took a breath before standing and opening the door to rejoin your temporary husband.

“Hey.”

Sebastian looked up from where he was seated on the bed with your laptop in front of him. “Hey. So I called my lawyer and he called a colleague who found out that we are legally married.”

“Awesome. He give you tips on annulment, then?”

While Sebastian filled you in on what he’d learned, you started picking through the mess of your hotel room to fill your purse with the necessities. His voice was soothing, helping to calm your nerves.

“Alright,” you said, once he was finished. “So we just need to head over to the courthouse?”

He nodded shallowly. “Let’s grab something to eat first. What kind of a husband would I be to not take my wife out the morning after we got married?”

“Breakfast then annulment.” You nodded thoughtfully. “Have to give you props, Seb. This has got to be the most creative first date I’ve ever gone on.”

You fiddled with the ring in your pocket while you waited for Sebastian to show up outside of the hotel. Leaving the room ten minutes apart just added to the strange feeling of this whole thing, but it was necessary to try and keep everything out of the press. The two of you walked down the street once he joined you.

Mundane chat of everything you saw filled the space between you until you arrived at the restaurant where you were quickly led to a private table.

Then came the awkward small talk. You found it easier to hold a conversation when you were walking. Something about the motion was calming. Once you stopped moving, you had two switches. One was talk until the other person put duct tape over your mouth and the other was to not say a single word. After your babbles this morning, it seemed you were all talked out, so you looked over the menu in near silence. You two would throw out a comment here or there about a certain dish, but that was it.

Then the waiter came with water and coffee, then left with your orders and menus.

“Coffee,” you breathed, adding your cream and sugar as quickly as you could so you could burn your tongue by drinking it too soon. After the first sip, you nearly moaned at the feeling of caffeine waking up your every atom. “Fuck, I love caffeine.”

After a moment more of awkward silence, Sebastian broke it. “I don’t think I ever asked what you do. Where you work.”

“I work at data security firm.”

“That’s why you let me at your computer. You had all your private stuff hidden away.”

Your coffee cup was lingering at your lips when you smirked. “I think you saw enough of my private stuff last night, don’t you?”

The blush and sputtering that resulted from your risky joke was well worth it. But he recovered quickly and a spark flickered in his eye. “Does it really count if I don’t remember? It’s too bad that the only thing we’ll remember from our marriage is trying to end it.”

“That’s what makes us special.”

Now that the ice was broken, conversation flowed easier. The topic of your cancer didn’t come up again, and you got away from talk of your upcoming annulment. By the time you were finished eating, you felt more like you were talking to a friend. Not a celebrity. Not a one night stand. Not your soon to be ex-husband.

A friend.

Time for them to head to the courthouse and end their marriage...

Part 3: The Burning Question

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[justbeingalittlenervous]

4 Things My Therapist Taught Me That Are Helping Me Cope Right Now

Raise your hand if you’re feeling uneasy RN! 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏾‍♀️🙋🏿‍♀️

Yep, that’s what I thought. Whether you deal with anxiety or depression on a daily basis or are experiencing these feelings for the first time, we’re all navigating a situation that no one has ever had to deal with before. Hats off to everyone who is going through it right now—we’re all in this together! Negative emotions range from anxiety and worry to depression. If you’re dealing with any of this right now, you don’t have to go through this alone. Many therapists are offering Zoom or Skype sessions right now with no added fees. 

After a few years of in-person therapy under my belt, I’ve learned a lot about coping with negative emotions and training my brain to go against what it naturally likes to do (i.e. catastrophize and freak out). I’m currently employing those techniques and coping mechanisms to my day-to-day life while staying home and protecting myself and others. Here is everything I’ve learned from my therapists over the years that might help you get through the negativity and stress many of us are dealing with right now.

1. Redefining productivity

When I’ve been in a depressive episode, I have a tendency to get caught up in all-or-nothing thinking, which convinces me that if I didn’t start my day with an hour workout, a healthy breakfast, and knocking three things off my to-do list, the day is wasted. And especially with staying at home, my morning routine is more important than ever. It’s easy to spend all day watching TV and feeling like absolute garbage, but sometimes it’s exactly what we need. When I get like this, my therapist has explained that I should redefine what it means to productive for myself. Productivity doesn’t have to be as concrete or linear as we make it out to be, and she said that if I transfer my focus to the things I did accomplish, that’s productive in itself.

Cooking dinner for myself instead of eating a roll of crackers from the back of the cabinet? Productive. Moving from my bed to the couch to watch TV? Productive. Brushing my teeth and re-doing my messy bun? Productive. If you’re in a place where you can do more, go ahead, but I’ll be the first to admit that this time has been extremely tough for me (just as it has for many, many others), and just doing the bare minimum can make me feel like I’m beginning to come out of it.

2. Connecting with others

I’m a horrible texter (and not in a cute, “I’m just so busy!” way), and I tend to push people away when I get sad (hello, yes, being my friend is a freaking blast!!). When I am physically alone for long periods of time, I convince myself I’m alone in general, and once loneliness sets in, it’s hard to come out of. Through therapy, I’ve done a lot of work on training my brain to stop thinking in ultimatums and outcomes that are entirely based on emotion rather than fact. I am physically alone, but in no way does that mean I am mentally alone. Taking just a small bit of my day to force myself to talk to a friend (likely about something totally random) has made those feelings of loneliness when in isolation subside much quicker.

3. Stop glamorising isolation

I’m always one for cute pajamas, sheet masks, and quirky blue light glasses. Sometimes, all you need is the little things. But seeing people isolating with giant pools in their backyards and a new tie-dye sweatsuit every day and workout equipment abound makes me feel jealous and like I’m not doing enough.  

This isn’t “spring break.” Everyone is just trying to survive right now. I have to be respectful that some people might be coping with their feelings in an entirely different way than me, and that doesn’t make them irresponsible. Through therapy, I started understanding that I need to focus on what heals and fuels me during this time and to stop comparing or glamorising the ways other people are getting through it.

4. Focus on the facts

Catastrophizing is a common emotion anxiety-sufferers experience. It’s basically when we experience an emotion and immediately think to the worst-case scenario; you make a catastrophe out of a current situation without any actual fact that it’s going there. Catastrophizing is quite easy to do when our world seems to be saturated with bad news right now. It’s the idea that if you do poorly on a test, you’ll never become a doctor; if your partner doesn’t text back in an hour, they’ll break up with you and you’ll be alone forever; if you can’t go back to work in the next month, you’ll lose your job and your income and your home.

But it’s detrimental to our mental health to constantly be worrying about worst-case scenarios we have no fact to even back up. You’re making a situation seem much worse than it actually is based on little-to-no facts. I’m a little more than known to do this, and through many therapists I’ve learned the importance of focusing on the facts in front of you instead of emotions. In Dialectical Behaviour Therapy (DBT), there’s the concept of “wise mind,” in which you combine your overly-logical mind (thinking in the black and white) and your overly-emotional mind (catastrophizing) to establish a medium point of thinking.

To do this, I write down the emotions I’m feeling: anger, anxiousness, and fear. And then I follow the facts. I am feeling scared because I don’t know what’s going to happen next month, but the fact is that no one knows and we have to follow the guidelines set before us for the time being. I am feeling angry because I don’t have control over what’s going on around me, but I can control how I react. I stop myself from thinking ahead and immediately feel relieved.

#self care #mental health #covid-19 #therapy #coping mechanisms #stay home

[theremnants]

You know like

It sucks when you don’t really have someone in your life that you really feel safe with

Where like, there’s boundaries but not barriers. You don’t ever feel on edge when you’re around them

In fact you feel the opposite

But like. It sucks when even though in your head you tell yourself you’re a good person, you tell yourself you’re worthy of love, you mess up or drive away anyone you want to get close to

I have autism so I have a reeeeaaaallllyyyy hard time with social cues and recognizing them so, I’m always on edge about saying or doing the wrong thing

Which I think people can tell even when they’re like, texting with me

I’m not sure how else to describe it but, I’m a very dry texter. I speak very like, business like. I’m not very good at conveying how I feel through text I guess

Or I guess in that moment to moment sort of “Hey I feel this” I’m just bad at responding in a way that makes me sound like a human jxjdjchdjx

Like I don’t know how to initiate conversation in a way that doesn’t make me sound like a robot attempting to get information out of someone

I think it’s just cause of the way I talk I’m just not a very engaging person. And what sucks even more is that like, I’m the type of person that really benefits from having constant communication with someone

As much as I am an introvert, in a way it’s more of me adapting to my social situation then how I’d like to be, or doing what makes me really happy

Like nothing in the world makes me feel happier than talking with someone who wants to talk with me

I’m writing this as I’m lying awake, as my whole family is in a huge mess thats going to heat up tomorrow into a full scale meltdown

So I guess this is sort of a fucking like, last will and testament to this part of my life

Cause for all I know tomorrow, I may not have my dad in my house anymore. I may not have my brother living in my house anymore. Hell I might not even fucking live in my house anymore

So like. I’m here. Just trying to get together how I feel. Declaring all of my feelings to this void before I set off to a new part of my existence

Which in a way is kind of sad like. I know that I’m about to experience something horrible, and the only way I can cope with it is posting about it on the inteeent.

This is all so fucked in so many ways. I can’t even sleep cause I’m so afraid someone else is gonna wake up and start shit with someone else and I need to be there to calm them down

Every time I hear someone breathe or snore or even cough I have a mini panic attack

It’s like. This is it. This is where part of me dies and another part of me is born

And in a fucked up way I’m glad. Because I don’t like this part of me. I don’t like having to deal with my family’s constant pettiness or having to live friendless and unable to connect with anyone. It’s not that I want to die or kill myself, it’s that I hate the part of me that is the only part I get to express to others

I want to be my actual gender, I want to be friends with someone who loves me and supports me, I don’t want to be the peacemaker to a family full of angry, stubborn assholes who hate everything I stand for

Like if I ever once, ever told them how I feel about anything I’d get thrown out of the house

Nothing makes me feel worse than having no escape. Than knowing this is it. I have to be here right now. This is what my life is. No one will help you or comfort you

I want things to change, but it’s going to be so painful. None of it will be easy, and it’s possible some of it is even impossible

Maybe my disability will define me, will prevent me from ever having real friends, or even prevent me from trying to find comfort in my own endeavors

But I just want to wake up in the morning feeling like I have a reason to be alive

That there’s something to work for. That I can help myself accomplish something I want

And yet. How can I even begin to do this when there’s no one here who can help me or even guide me

How can someone who has such a problem getting on a computer to do work and has such a problem focusing on what she needs to do help herself get better

I guess, if I want to believe it’s possible, I’ll have to find out

#suicide #autism #vent post #self care #abuse #longpost

[jennsmischievousmind]

EXSOMNIS

CHAPTER 4 - Two birds, no stone

Exsomnis: Wakeful, vigilant

Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn’t expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.

Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don’t own any of the OG characters) if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.

 Thanksgiving was around the corner, meaning you were short on staff at the hospital leaving you no time to spend at home. Erin and Rachel were at Rach’s parents, they had tried to convince you to come but family dinners were not your thing, even more with a family you practically don’t know.  

2 days before Thanksgiving you crossed paths with Detective Loki. Since last time you didn't really have time to meet, so you took a few minutes around a coffee to catch up. He noted that you were alone on Thanksgiving’s night so managed to invite you for dinner. 

 “Dr Y/L/N, I’m sorry but we need you to stay on shift tonight, we’re shorthanded.” The HR announced as you were taking your break. You cursed under your breath, the HR gave you an apologetic smile. Phone in hand, waiting for Loki to pick-up you hoped he was busy too, it would make it easier.

“Hey,” he answered, you heard rustling papers, he was surely at work, you huffed alleviate.

“Hi, uhm, I’m sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. Got to stay at the hospital. Understaffed.” You announced at once, ripping off the bandage as fast as possible. He could understand, it’s kind of the same at the station. He inhaled on the other side of the phone.

“Duty is duty, don’t worry.”

“Come out next year, and we'll do it all over again ok?” you heard him chuckle

“Let’s do that but not next year.” He offered hopefull.

“Agreed, see you soon then.” You bid goodbyes wishing each other a happy Thanksgiving.

 Little did you know after your call he asked to stay on shit for the night.

  A few hours later, you were finally free from the Hospital but you frowned as soon as you put a foot outside. By the time you reached your car you were soaked, the heavy rain whipped your windshield, making driving difficult indeed it took you twice the time to head home. It was 2 am on your kitchen clock, you wondered if Loki was still up, you texted him not expecting an immediate answer so went to bed immediately.

You woke up around 9am, dragging your overly tired self to the coffee machine, checking your phone while the hot liquid filled the big cup. Rach and Erin had ranted about how Thanksgiving at Rach’s parents went horribly awkward. Erin had even sent a ‘rescue me’ video from Rach’s parents’ toilet in the group chat, you couldn’t help yourself to smile and blessed yourself for not going.

No answer from Loki, you felt this inescapable pang in your stomach when you find yourself led, in the blink of an eye, to question your own emotional life.

Then your phone buzzed.

“Busy, talk to you soon, sorry. Loki” you stayed silent reading the text multiple times, somehow relieved that he had answered but not quite sure of how to render the text. Trying to find something to say, you finally decided for an “Ok sure.”

You drink your coffee lost in your thoughts, heading to the living room. The news on TV blurting the Thanksgiving usual hazards: Snowy roads; traffic jams; accidents; lost items in turkeys...

“Yesterday in the usually quiet town of Conyers, Thanksgiving turned into a horrid day for two families. Two little girls disappeared in broad daylight. Soon one suspect was in custody, he was apparently driving an RV that was parked in the girls’ neighbourhood early in the day. He tried to run away with his vehicle when found at a gas station parking late last night. The two girls are still missing as we speak.”

“Damn it.” you shook your head sighing, what is wrong with people you thought while listening to the news and at the same time checking your sns.

“Detective Loki from the Conyers Department of Police has been appointed to the case.”

Raising your head from your phone, mouth agape at the TV, you rewind all the pieces of information in your mind. If you had known sooner you would have said something else in the text. Long minutes passed, during which you wondered if you should send him another message. The blinking cursor in the box "new message" seemed to became impatient until the buzz of a call made you jump. 

“Y/N, have you heard about ...!? A honk made you put the phone away from your ears. Only two words “Loki”, “abduction” were audible.

“Hello to you too, yes I’ve just heard, that’s awful!”

“Yeah, hi, definitely not good timing for you though!”

“Erin!” you scolded and heard Rachel do the same. 

“Okay okay, just trying to lighten the mood.” she apologized.

“Where are you by the way?” you turned the TV off.

“Traffic jams.” She sighed, another honk resonated in the phone, you heard Rachel swear at another driver.

“Tell me when you’re home. And ... we should stop the night’s run for now just in case.”

“I wish we had to stop for another reason.”

“Yeah, call me okay.”

“Yeah bye.”

Instead of the usual run, you met with the girls for board games, usually, it involved a bottle of wine and Rachel’s exquisite cuisine. 

“Okay, hear me out” she put her glass on the ground, you rolled your eyes. All night she had asked about Loki.

“What about your needs Y/N? I feel like you're waiting for him to finally give you some time of his, as you're not a priority.”

“I'm not a priority right now Erin.” You sipped on your wine. 

“You know what I mean. I am just afraid that you're making his needs overpass yours without taking care of how you feel in all of that.” Her hands making big gestures, you grabbed them.

“We’re not even a couple or something, calm down! you smiled, I'm not blinded by the guy, I know what I worth, what I deserve. And my needs, for now, are fine thank you.” You stifled a laugh at her frowning face. 

“I shouldn’t have pushed for something to happen between you two.” she said questioning her cupid skills

“Ok, you released her hands and continued, look at me back in Cleveland, the exams took over me, the internship at the hospital was a disaster and how many times did you present me a guy?” 

“Lots of times…” she mumbled

“Yeah, and you want to know why it never worked out?”

“They were assholes.” She grimaced

“Hm mostly yeah, but I wasn't ready to be in a relationship! My mind was elsewhere, I had no time to take care of my physical and mental health as much as I should have. It was a hard time, you witnessed it.”

She nodded admitted it.

“I’m fine now but I can't crash into his life like that and take his focus out of this case especially because I know it won’t work out since he is concentrating on his duty.” 

“I got it okay, but there will always be another case and did he text you or something …”

“I know but I like to think we'll have a moment of respite. And he’s not quite the texter but that’s fine by me, you know I’m not a good morning and good night's texts kind of person.”

She stared at you squinting her eyes, you mimicked her wondering.

“You really want the guy!” she caught you so off guard that you almost spit your wine.

“Miss the point by miles, you cough, but yeah let's say that.” You both cracked into laughter. She was still a bit concerned, but she got around in the end.

40hours after the abduction, no sign of Loki except on the news, thankfully you had lots of work at the hospital so you didn't have time to let your mind wander.

When you heard the indictment of the paedophile priest, you almost threw a tantrum in the break room.

“How the fuck that asshole is still in charge of a church, he is surrounded by children all the fucking day!” you screamed at the tv, scaring the surgeon next to you, some students looked at you from the lunch table. The ringtone coming from your pocket made you walk out and step outside on the emergency staircase allowing you to take some fresh air.

“Hi there..,”

“Hey, I'm sorry I didn't call sooner”

“No no, it's okay I've seen the news. I know you have a lot to do ... and the freaking priest ... I mean why is that guy still out there.”

“I don't know Y/N, I'm not a judge.” He answered with a tight voice.

“Right sorry, I jumped on you, it's just that..it's really upsetting.” you sighed rubbing your eyes.

A 2-seconds silence felt, giving you both opportunity to breathe in and change the subject.

“Are you all right?” You asked

“Tired mostly, he inhaled, I wish .. I could see you without feeling guilty .. but my mind is on the case..” 

“Hey hey, you shushed gently, it's okay, they are the priority here.”

“Why didn't we met at another time.” He said gravely.

“At least we've met, even though you had to be stabbed for it to happen.” He chuckled over the phone. “I have to go back, be careful out there.”

“You got my word.”

He hung up, you took a big breath of fresh air before stepping back in the building, thinking of what he said. What would have happened if you had met at another time?

Erin bumped into you. 

“The community is organizing a vigil in front of the Birch’s house tomorrow night, she handed you a flyer, you’re coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll drop by your place so we can go together.” she nodded and you sighed looking at the face of the two little girls on the handout.

Chapter 5: Respect all, trust few soon

#detective loki x reader #prisoners #detective loki #exsomnis #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal imagines #slow burn #imagines #fanfiction #keller dover #alex jones #hugh jackman #paul dano #reader insert

[hoe-imaginess]

big three texting headcanons, when they text their boo too please

I’M SO EXCITED THEY’RE ABOUT TO BE HERE AHHHH

Togata

•Avid texter. Double texter. 6am texter. He’s always texting his boo

•He tells them goodnight and good morning every day, not really expecting a reply. He just wants to tell them. But he really is out here blowing up their phone at 6am and giving them a goodnight text at a crisp 9pm. Because he expects his s/o to get a good 8-9 hours of sleep, like he does. What a routine

•So if they end up texting him in the late hours of the night, he wakes up very upset, and goes on about the unhealthy side effects of a bad sleep schedule

•He’s clearly a busy guy, so he’s at least thoughtful and considerate enough to send his boo a “Hey I’m gonna be busy these next few days” text just to let them know why he won’t be answering. He’s swamped with hero work, but he’s thinking of them always

•He always sends his s/o meaningful, sappy messages before he goes out on a hero mission that he knows is risky. Equally, he appreciates receiving good luck messages from his boo on big mission days 

•He also just texts to texts. It’s so nice. He literally keeps up with everyone in his contacts. He’ll have an actual panic attack because he forgot to send a New Year’s text to that one guy who sat behind him in 2nd grade

•It’s almost nauseating how big of a smile Mirio gets when he sees a text notification from his s/o. He’s such a sap

•Also, clearly the Big Three have a groupchat and Mirio changes the name every month to keep it fresh. This month it’s Partners in Crime (fighting crime I mean)

•Favorite emojis are definitely 👍 and 😬

•He also has a million hearts next to his s/o’s contact name ❤️❤️❤️

•Kind of annoying, but he’ll call his s/o and get no answer then hit them with a “Hey! Tried calling you! But you didn’t answer! Call me back!”. They clearly see your 23 missed calls Mirio, chill out

•Sometimes he types with proper grammar and punctuation, and sometimes his text slang is so wild and undecipherable that you have no idea what he’s saying

Amajiki

•Ugh my poor boy. He’s a horrible texter, especially when it comes to a crush or someone he’s dating. With his friends, he’s decent. (Friends being Hado and Mirio, mainly. And Mirio hits him with those triple texts which kind of leaves no room to not reply)

•Tamaki takes like 20 minutes to think of a reply that sounds right in his head. So his boo is pretty much sitting there watching those three little dots stop and start constantly because Amajiki can’t make up his mind

•His paranoia is out of controlllll when it comes to texting too, obviously. After 5 minutes of his s/o not replying, he’s getting a little anxious. 10 minutes, he’s sweating. 20 minutes, he might as well be dead

•Honestly, he has a specific text tone for his s/o so he knows when to run to his phone and reply

•It was a whole lot worse before his s/o was his actual s/o. When it was just a crush, he had a muchhh much more difficult time trying to figure out how to reply to their texts. He was attached to his phone, anxiously awaiting a text from them. But when he finally got it, he had no idea how to respond, but he was always so relieved and happy that he wanted to cry

•Honestly when he’s talking to his crush through text, Mirio is right next to him coaching him through the whole thing. He’s so cute. We love supportive bffs

•Oh God he and Mirio would be talking about his crush and trying to decide what to text them, and Tamaki unknowingly had the audio record button pressed, so he accidentally sent their entire conversation to his crush, effectively killing him 

•Amajiki uses no emojis or emoticons. The only emotion he ever feels he needs to get across is doubt and it’s easy just to add a hundred ellipsis to do that……..

•He’s horrible at flirting irl and through text, but at least with texting, he can hide behind a screen. So he’s at least confident enough to give his s/o compliments via text when the opportunity is there. It’s so cute. He’s still sweating and blushing as he does it, but still. Cute.

Hado

•Ok she is actually the world’s worst texter. Contrary to her personality, she is not good at keeping up with conversations over text. She just gets bored

•One word replies all the time. ‘K. Haha. Ok. Cool.’ So annoying.

•And if it’s not words, it’s just a series of emojis tbh. You can ask her “How are you doing today?” and she just replies with a 💖. Like wtf does that mean Hado

•Oh she’s always sending selfies as responses too btw 

•And she leaves her read receipts on?? Rude??? She’s horrible at keeping a convo going. She hates getting left on read, yet will leave everyone else on read

•Her crush or s/o might think they’re getting the silent treatment but Hado really just fell asleep watching So You Think You Can Dance or something like that

•Her replies also come at wild ass times. Like, 4am. What is she doing up at 4am?? Who knows??

•She won’t answer her boo for a long time, and then she suddenly sends them, “Thinking about you! We need to catch up. Wanna get lunch?” like she didn’t just ignore the shit out of them for an entire week

•Ok but there are days she is good at keeping up a convo for at least an hour or two. During that time, she’s such a mother. She wants to know all about her boo’s day and wants to make sure they ate and brushed their teeth and got good sleep. It’s pretty much an interrogation via text when Hado is actually sitting down and ready to text

•And if her s/o asks “What did you do today?” when she’s in her texting mood, they should prepare for a novel. She goes on and on and on and doesn’t stop

•Lightning speed texting. How does she do it? She doesn’t even need to look at her phone. She can do it with one hand. Wild. When she’s up for texting, her responses come within like .4 seconds

#amajiki tamaki #amajiki #togata mirio #bnha imagines #big three #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academy #mirio togata #hado nejire #nejire hado #togata #hado