#I RECOGNIZE THAT CAFE IT'S FROM OXYGEN

[mysterygrl20]

[Trailer]: Senior love me?

[exactlyyoungchaos]

till forever falls apart.

bestfriendSimon x F!Reader

Part 2.

CW: Character death, trauma, angst, inaccurate military stuff, fluff, probable smut, mental health issues. Proceed with Caution!!!!!

(not proofread, it's 4.30 in the morning here)

It's been five months, six days, twelve hours, and counting since you reunited with Simon in that cafe. Life has been great since then.

He has changed a lot, he's quieter, more gruff, and talks through grunts only. he had scars both physically and emotionally, but you didn't care about any of that. He was your Simon, the only boy you ever loved.

he told you a lot about his life after you left, his job, his teammates his scars, but there were still many things to know and love. You told him stuff about your life, and now that you had him again, all you had was time. to live your life and grow old with him.

he promised you that this assignment would be the last one, after that, he was all yours.

you didn't want him to quit something he loved. but all he said was "It's bout' time love. I have you now, I don't need anything else."

The day you sent him off was very emotional for you. you had just met him again and didn't wanna let him go. You wanted to stay with him.

It was lonely after he left, it felt like somebody took oxygen away from you making it hard to breathe again. His letters and short calls were the only things that kept you from spiraling into depression but you pulled through, just for him.

now you were waiting for his return eagerly. This was the last time you'd ever have to. After this, it was just you and him.

You hadn't heard from him in a few days but you knew he would return today. You cleaned the whole apartment, made his favorite meal, and wore his favorite dress of yours to welcome him.

you were still fussing over the food as your doorbell rang. your heart skipped a beat in excitement. why is he ringing the doorbell? you mused as you went to open the door. Maybe he lost his keys or something...

You opened the door. " welcome back, Si...." but confusion slammed into you when you realized it wasn't Simon but his captain John Price, standing in his full glory.

It was easy to recognize him after Simon had shown you so many pictures of him and his teammates.

"Captain? What are you doing here? Where's Simon? he didn't tell me his team was coming too but it's alright..."

"love" he cuts you off in a soft voice, eyes full of emotion.

That's when you see it, the dog chains in his hand. The same chain Simon had around his neck. You look at him and understanding dawns on you.

"I'm so sorry, luv," he starts

but you stop him.

" No. this isn't funny Mr. Price. Where is he? Where Simon?" you asked harshly.

your heart was beating out of your chest, your vision got blurry.

One look at his face and it all came crashing down.

No, no, no, no. This isn't happening. you kept chanting in your head as Simons's words came back rushing to you

"This's the last one lovie, after that, it's you and me."

He wasn't gone. he can't be gone. you just got him back.

You felt the world tilting on its axis and suddenly two strong arms held you up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" a soft voice whispered above you. You didn't care about any of that.

He was gone. Simon was gone. Just like that.

You felt John sitting you down on the sofa and he knelt in front of you.

you looked at him. looked at the man who came to tell you that your future would not be here anymore.

"How?" is all you managed to get out. Simon wasn't a rookie, he didn't make mistakes. He was The Ghost.

"Took the bullet meant for Soap," he told you softly.

Soap. you knew that name, but none of it was registering.

Simon is dead. He left you. Permanently.

you can't sit on the laptop and stalk every Simon in the world in hopes of finding yours. he was gone. the one person you gave your whole life searching for, is gone, not coming back.

why? why did this always happen to you? you never asked anything from anyone, never meant bad for anyone. never cursed anyone, then why?

Why would the universe do this do you? take the one thing that kept you going all these years. Do you not deserve it? was your destiny cursed like this?

you gave everything up just for him, sacrificed everything, your life, your innocence all to just find him and when you finally did, he was taken away from you.

why was this world so cruel? what have you done to deserve this? Is this a sign? your life was over now. was this the end?

tears kept coming out of your eyes as you sat and stared at the wall. you didn't scream or shout. just sat there and willed that this nightmare would be over. but it didn't.

John sat there, in front of you, looking at your state. Simon told him all about his bird. That he found her again.

"Gonna lock her down Cap'n, the second I get out of here."

But he didn't make it out. John failed him, he failed his team. Now that he stared at your faraway gaze, he realized that he failed you too.

but none of that mattered to you. You couldn't feel anything but everything at the same time.

you were numb but every part of you ached for something that's gone. Claws were ripping your insides out. Your heart ripped out from you. You were bleeding inside, and all of the wounds you had acquired over the years that were not on your skin were open and throbbing.

and no one was to blame.

It was in the lines of your hands and the scroll of your fate to never have something you want. You hoped and prayed that this time it would be different. But it wasn't.

everything you touch becomes sick with sadness or death. you weren't worthy of any grace by the universe.

so it took away the only person you ever called yours. The only one who knew you for who you are. what you are.

He was gone, all that was left of him was the memory of his faint chuckle and the crinkle in the corner of his eye when you said something ridiculous, the rumble in his chest when you hugged him, the feel of his lips on your own, his clothes in the closet that you shared and the house that was in his name. nothing else.

you had nothing else anymore.

UHMMMMM!!! HIII! THIS IS I. ALI. AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THE HURT CAUSED BY THIS.

I hope you guys liked it. I'm still writing part 3 of Loml. so enjoy this in the meantime.

I'm struggling with where to take this story next. Do you guys have any ideas? if you do, please suggest them in my inbox. And do tell me if you want to be tagged in the next part.

Thank you so much for reading!!!!

Until next time!!!

ALI-💋💋💋

[entre-isaac]

A Cafe, in parts. One.

There was music on the air that night. Blissful tunes that wafted through the open window, supplying the oxygen with a sweet taste that settled gently upon the tongue. Music that cared little for the inappropriateness of its presence: it delivered its sonnets carelessly over streets that reeked of death. They never knew where the music came from. Perhaps a lone musician who, in witnessing the grief that oozed across the ground, attempted to remedy the blight in the only way he knew how. Perhaps an ignorant aristocrat, boasting her status and signifying her disdain for the unfortunate, commanding her entertainers to perform despite reality’s aching presence. No matter, the music played. And it was heard.

Huddled in a small room above a cafe, twenty-four ears listened. Twelve mouths whispered delicately to one another. One hundred and twenty fingers intertwined, some loose and fleeting, others clasped firmly, desperately. Amassed in a pile of shivering bodies upon uneven floorboards, it was impossible to discern where one being began, and another ended. They were not twelve– they were one. 

A bottle was passed among the group. Slim rations were shared. Encouraging murmurs were exchanged. But always quietly, respectfully– they would not disrupt the music. 

“Do you recognize the tune?” One asked another.

“Yes,” came a fond reply, a voice that revered music in all its beauty, “The Bloom Is On the Rye.”

“A romance?”

“Of sorrow.”

“How can you be certain?”

“The violin bleeds.”

“What do they sorrow for?”

“Time.”

The eyes of these dear friends seemed to meet one another by instinct. A traveling gaze was spread throughout the room. A building silence, broken only by a stifled sob from one soul in the center. He covered his eyes. His hands were removed by another’s. “What do you sorrow for, Courfeyrac?”

“Time,” came his somber reply. It was met with unease. The friends shifted, limbs untangling, necks straightening– to better look upon one another. 

“You sorrow needlessly,” one spoke up, an inspired light in his eye. “Time has no chains upon our wrists. We are above it.”

“No-one is above time, Enjolras.”

“You are wrong. Many things outlast time. They triumph it. Blood grows beyond it. Love lingers past it. And freedom shall survive longest of all. We are freedom. Time will not touch us.”

“Blood stains. Blood weeps.” 

“Jesus wept,” Enjolras laughed. “And still his name is uttered upon the lips of every man, in every moment.” 

“I do not utter it.”

The music drifted over their heads as the words faded into silence. Again, they shared glances between one another. They shared shoulders, pressed against each other as though to fight off the cold, though it was summer, and the heat of the day still lingered on their sweaty brows. They offered comfort unspoken. Each understood wordlessly what their neighbor required of them. A squeeze to the hand. A brush of the forehead. A kiss to the cheek. An embrace. A kind word. 

But silence can only prevail so long without disruption. This disruption had a name: Grantaire. He had a goal: to incite a reaction. It was his barking laugh that assaulted the tranquility as he stumbled free of the group, raising a bottle above his head. “Such dreary company you all are! I want no part in it. You snivel as if it will make a difference. You hide as if that will prevent the inevitable, which is that come morning, we will all certainly die. Waste not your precious few breaths with sobs, and instead make merry with me!” He brought the bottle to his lips and drank, spilling down his neck. 

His interruption was received with varying responses. There were laughs. There were sighs. There were scowls. There were sad smiles. More than used to the drunkard’s antics, they knew better than to take his words to heart. But between his words, the music played. 

“Come and sit down, Grantaire,” Joly addressed him first, pressing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “There is no space for your stumbling here. You will fall.”

“Rejoin us,” Jehan, the lover of music, whispered. “If we cannot escape time, we will await her blow together.” 

“Do not entertain him,” Enjolras bit, scowling. “If he wishes to spend his night in a stupor, he may do so somewhere else,” he shot a glare in Grantaire’s direction, speaking to him now. “Have you no respect?” 

“None,” Grantaire laughed. He tripped and braced himself against Bahorel’s back, disturbing the settled group with a ripple of sways and readjustments. Grantaire remained there, leaning, grinning. “There is music! We should dance. We dance with death!”

“Can he be quieted?” Combeferre said with a sigh. 

“There is only one way to quiet a fool,” Courfeyrac returned with a smile. 

“And what is that?”

“The element of surprise.” 

Amidst puzzled glances, Courfeyrac stood and approached Grantaire, who looked upon him with an eagerness, expecting his friend to join in his merriment. But instead, Courfeyrac took hold of Grantaire’s sleeves, and in a flush kissed him.

[mystic-deep]

“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” | Nanami Kento x fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Married life is never easy, but you and Nanami always made it work. How could a little text cause the end of it all?

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: cheating, swearing, nsfw, rough kissing, fingering;

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: this will be a two-part story if people find the first part interesting enough. guess I was craving a bit of heartache from our favorite ex-salaryman haha. it's not proofread so please show mercy.

♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 2.7k

“God I hate this fucking job.”

With your face buried in your hands, you muttered to yourself in the almost empty cafe. That’s how it all started, with a very honest complaint, followed quickly by “I wish I was at the beach”, to which you received a small chuckle. With tired eyes, you looked to your right to the man that, unknowing to you at that time, would become your husband.

“You too, huh?”

That’s all it took, just an acknowledgment that you weren’t the only one suffering at the hands of capitalism, and you were instantly attracted to this handsome and somewhat intimidating man that was offering you a sympathetic smile.

Two hours later, with your opened laptops now completely forgotten, and a constant order of caffeine drinks, you both came to the conclusion that you enjoyed each other’s presence, thus deciding to meet up again the following day. Then the day after that and then the day after that, until about a week later, when Nanami asked you out on a proper date. About three months in your new relationship, you moved in together and about half a year later, you were married.

A match made in heaven, that’s what you two were. It was plain for everyone to see how good you were together. You both enjoyed similar things, you were both foodies, you were successful in your respective careers, even in terms of looks you would catch envious glances as you both walked down the street hand in hand.

You never had a fight, you never argued - it was always a well-balanced relationship. You were a team and you both worked hard for the same goal, to leave your well paid jobs and bustling city for the quiet and relaxing beaches of Malaysia.

It wasn’t always easy, sacrifices had to be made, and there were times when you both arrived home so overworked that you would collapse on top of each other, not even bothering to take off your clothes. It was worth it though, or at least it would be once you were in your little house by the beach where you wouldn’t have to worry about your boss or clients calling you, where there were no deadlines or targets to be reached. Only the sun, the waves, a cocktail and a good book and who knows, maybe even children.

Yes, a proper plan for a proper future and everything was going great, until your husband had forgotten to turn off his phone and left it on the kitchen island. Your hand reached for it on instinct when it made a little buzz, thinking it was probably nothing more than a notification or a message from a client.

“Thank you for the gift, daddy! Can’t wait to show you how good it looks on me!” That was the message, quickly followed by a few kisses and then the screen went black.

The towel that you were using to dry your hair had fallen to your shoulders as you gripped his phone and stared at it in disbelief. Nanami was in the shower, you both arrived at the same time and he was gentleman enough to let you go in first. He was probably texting this person when he heard you turn off the water, and most likely forgot to close the phone.

You knew what this meant, you didn’t want to admit it but there had been signs going back to a few months ago. Date nights that were abruptly cancelled, a new expensive car even though you both had promised to cut back on your expenses, the fact that he barely touched you even on days when you were both free.

It’s not that you were dumb, far from it, but you were so in love. You were so in love with the man that had been your husband for four years now, you were so in love with the idea of a future with him - where you could get to enjoy your lives and build a proper family. That love made you blind, even now with clear evidence in front of you, the idea that Nanami was cheating on you just seemed so surreal.

What exactly had happened? What happened to the two of you that were so perfect for each other? What happened to the man who couldn’t keep his hands off of you, the one that had fucked you silly on every piece of furniture when you first bought your expensive penthouse? What happened to showering together in the morning because you didn’t want to part even for five minutes? To waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes on weekends, to holdings hands while whispering to each other in quiet cafes, to all those little moments that you treasured so much - and that you were now questioning if you’d ever get to experience them again.

All the love and care that he had for you was now being directed to another. You had lost a battle that you didn’t even know you were fighting, and the outcome was a tragic heartbreak.

That night, curled into a ball on your side of the bed, you sobbed quietly to yourself while your husband was sleeping. With trembling hands you clutched the bed sheet, your tears wetting the pillow case. You knew that there was no way for Nanami not to hear your little whimpers or feel how your body was trembling, but he made no movement. He said nothing and you said nothing and the silence fell between you heavier than a cover made of lead.

It was after a month, and the work of a private investigator, that you gathered your courage to confront your husband about his affair. As he sat at the kitchen table, lazily drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper on a Saturday morning, you handed him a folded paper.

“Sign here.”

He looked at you from behind his reading glasses and arched a brow at the piece of paper that was handed to him. He folded the Financial Times neatly and placed the paper on the table before turning his attention to the document. It must have been a complete shock to him, because he just stared at the divorce papers for several seconds before he finally made a sound.

“What...what the hell is this?” He got up from his chair, eyes narrowing at you in a threatening way.

“Divorce papers. I thought you were smart enough to read.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” His voice was shacking, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the papers in his hand.

“I thought there was no need to involve lawyers since we signed a prenuptial. Let’s finish this quickly, like removing a band aid.”

“Why? Why would you want a divorce?”

You had been calm up until that moment. You thought to yourself that you had cried until your tears had dried up and you had screamed until you’ve lost your voice and that all there was left to do now was to end it quickly and be done with it.

Oh but no, Nanami Kento wouldn’t let you leave without hurting you one last time. He wanted you to say it- he wanted to see the damage and pain he had caused.

“Because you’ve change! Because I don’t recognize the man that I’ve married! Because you’ve stopped loving and respecting me! Because you’re fucking a god damn college student! A little whore that has been riding your dick in hotel rooms and empty parking lots for a designer bag!”

Your face went bright red as you shouted your accusations, feeling the pain of the first discovery washing over you once more.

“This isn’t what-”

“This isn’t what? What lie do you plan on telling me? That she’s some poor relative and you’re just such a good Samaritan that you had to help her out? Tell me, how many of your family members call you ‘daddy’?”

Nanami’s hand slammed the kitchen table with such force that it made all the cutlery and dishes to jump up. He took off his glasses and angrily placed them in the pocket of his sweatpants. With just a few steps he had you trapped between the wall and his strong chest, his large hand gripping your chin.

“Why can’t you be quite for once? Why can’t you just shut the hell up and listen!” You’ve never heard Nanami raise his voice at anyone before let alone you. Sure, he could be extremely intimidating when he wanted to, but he always considered it was classless to scream. The anger flashing in his eyes and the grip on your chin were clear signs that he had lost whatever composure he had left and that a storm was coming.

As though sensing that you wanted to open your mouth and protest, he smashed his lips against yours and bit with savagery on your bottom lip. You let out a whimper and he took full advantage of that to slide his tongue inside your month. He kissed you like he had never kissed you before and it made your head spin. It was so rough, so primal - it almost felt like he was trying to eat you.

Your hands landed on his shoulders and began to grip his shirt like your life was depending on it. You were losing -you were losing your mind to this intense feeling that was building in your stomach. There had always been passion between the two of you but nothing close to this raging fire that was threatening to consume you.

When he finally pulled away, your head felt light from the lack of oxygen and your eyes looked at him in a dazed way. Smirking, clearly enjoying the fact that he still had such a strong effect on you, he began to part your legs with one of his knees, his right hand finding its way in your loose curls. He pulled on your hair harshly before his mouth went to attack your neck.

“You always get to decide, don’t you darling?” He let his teeth sink into the soft flesh, chuckling when you let out a little squeak. “Let’s start dating, Kento. Let’s move in together, Kento. Let’s get married, Kento. I don’t want to be married anymore so let’s get divorced, Kento.” Each word that was rolling out of his mouth contained so much bitterness and it stabbed you straight in the heart.

“Even my fucking dream, you couldn’t even let me have that. Oh no, you just had to make it yours.” You were so caught up in the hurtful things he was saying that you hadn’t noticed his hand travelling to the waistband of your shorts until he started rubbing your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Kento...oh, Kento, please!”  Please what? You didn’t even know what you were asking for. – ‘Please stop saying such horrible things, you’re breaking my heart. Please don’t make it sound like I’ve stolen your dream away from you. Please touch me more, touch me and remember how much we used to love each other.’

“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” His long fingers pushed the panties to the side before skilfully playing with your folds. “Ah, so wet for me already. You’re really hoping to get fucked, huh?” Without much trouble, he pushed two fingers inside your tight hole and began to pump them in a slow rhythm while his thumb pressed against your clit. His other hand cupped your breast before pressing his palm on your swollen nipple, his mouth returning to devouring your neck.

You were so close, with your back pressed on the wall behind you, you were so close to climaxing that every hair on your body was standing up. Then, just as abruptly as it started, Nanami retrieved both his hands and took a step back, enjoying your dishevelled state.

His rough hands landed on your shoulders and he pushed you gently on your knees, your face just inches away from the growing tent in his pants. “All you have to do is ask, darling. All you have to do is beg me to fuck you and maybe I’ll be generous. Tell me what you want.”

At this point you were ready to break. It had been too much - your heart just couldn’t take it anymore. It was hurtful enough to realize that your husband had fallen out of love with you but to find out that he never loved you to begin with? It felt like the whole world would come crumbling down.

Now you stood there, on your knees, looking up at the man who wanted to take everything from you, wondering what should you do. It would be so easy, just to beg like he had asked and let him bend you, let him break you. You would become just like that poor little girl he was fucking for fun, disposable the second he got bored with you. No matter what you chose, you couldn’t go back to the way you were. The life that you thought you two had planned together would never come to be.

With that thought in mind and whatever strength you had left, you pushed yourself up, propping your back on the wall. “I need you-” You looked straight into his eyes as the next words left your mouth. “-to sign the fucking divorce papers.”

His fist hit the wall next to your head with such force that your heart stopped beating. There was a small part of you that knew, even if he hated you, Nanami would never raise his hand to hurt you.

Looking up to meet his frightening expression, you held your ground knowing that there was no turning back at this point. He said nothing more - he threw you one last angry glance before storming to your shared bedroom. He emerged minutes later, completely dressed, fished his car keys and his wallet and he was out the door. You knew exactly where he was going but at this point you didn’t care anymore.

With trembling feet you wobbled to the bedroom and began to pull out the suitcases and boxes that you had prepared in advance. You had rented a small apartment, a far cry from your luxurious penthouse, but it was close to your office and you couldn’t afford to throw money aimlessly at this point.

As you threw your belongings in the suitcases, you made sure to leave behind every single gift he had ever given you. You didn’t need his coats, his jewels, his watches, his bags or shoes. Everything that you wanted he was no longer willing to give you and so you left only with what you had bought yourself.

He could keep the penthouse too, his little mistress will probably be thrilled to finally move in the expensive apartment complex and be showered with gifts without having to worry that the evil wife will catch them. That is until some new little thing would come along and she will be tossed to the side and forgotten. Nanami might have indicated that he had never loved you, but you were also sure he didn’t love this girl either.

As your packing was nearly completed, you looked at the photo album left on the bed, wondering what to do with it. You knew that if you left it there it would quickly find its way to the trash, and even though it hurt to remember, it hurt more to think such memories would be discarded with such ease.

You picked it up and when you did, a small flyer fell from between its pages. You picked it up from the floor and stared at the words “WELCOME TO MALAYSIA!” written in bold colours on the pamphlet. You had it ever since you went to the travel expo a year ago, a little glimpse to what was to come, but you guessed you didn’t need it anymore.

As you moved to throw it in the trash bin, you suddenly stopped. His dream, his dream, the words just kept coming back to you. No, this was your dream as well! This is what you worked for so hard every day! This was what you’ve postponed having kids for! This was all the birthdays and parties that you couldn’t attend because you were working overtime. This was all the money you stopped yourself from spending on little goods that made you happy. He could have the penthouse, he could have his luxury brands, he could have to expensive car and hell, he could even have his happily ever after. However, he would not claim your dream and stop you from achieving it.

You carried all the boxes and suitcases to your car and got in, already forming a plan and how you could move to the sunny beaches of Malaysia in just a few months. As you drove away from the apartment complex, your phone let out a little buzz. Stopping at the stoplight, you checked your messages and saw that Nanami had texted you.

‘I’m on my way home, let’s have a proper talk.’ A few seconds later, another text. ‘We can work this through, you know I didn’t mean everything I’ve said.’ You scoffed and stared angrily at the screen. ‘Wherever you’re going, that’s no longer my home.’ You texted back quickly before the light went green. ‘Tell me when you’ve finished signing the papers and I’ll tell you where to send them.’ You threw your phone on the empty seat as the last massage you’d ever write Nanami was being sent. ‘I will never beg, I will never bend and you will never break me.’

[seokmingiggles]

jasmine green.

Pairing: Wen Junhui x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff (to prevent spoilers, that’s all I’m saying).

1.49k words

No warnings.

Nothing could make you happier than the knowledge you’re flying home after much too long. Wait, no, there’s actually one more thing to which you find yourself anticipating more. Alternatively, the fragrant scent of green tea evokes the memory of home.

A/N: This was actually the last drabble of the collection that I created an idea for and began to write. Yet, it quickly became one of my favourites after I unexpectedly wrote it in one sitting. I apologize for the lack of a genre description and the ambiguous synopsis. I promise what lies ahead is pure fluff!

Back to the teacup masterlist.

•• "The airport, please."

The taxi driver nods their head at your request, the signal rhythmically clicking to pull out onto the street.

You lean back against the headrest, training your eyes out of the window. It's drizzling outside today; the fresh smell of rain permeates through the cab mixed with the floral jasmine-scented car freshener. It's a calming combination, allowing you to sit back and watch the streetlights flutter as you drive by. The dots of rain on the car's windows glow each time you pass a lamp.

The sky is grey, dark. The low rain clouds loom in the distance, rolling into town as far as the eye can see. But they don't dampen your mood. Instead, you feel tranquil; nothing but ease is flowing through your veins. Your heart beats with anticipation.

Amidst the gentle sound of classical music playing on the early-morning radio to fill up the quietness of the drive, the little taxi pulls upfront to the airport.

The automatic sliding glass doors welcome other travellers inside as you collect your luggage from the trunk. You thank your driver one last time and wave goodbye to them.

The inside of the airport isn't as chaotic as you're used to seeing. At five in the morning, there are some people scattered about—some are buying tickets at the automatic kiosks, some are lining up for the baggage check-in, some are sitting and drinking some coffee at the small cafe located in the corner.

You make your way to the luggage claim, following the required steps and signing the required papers. The whole time, your mind is buzzing, despite it being barely dawn. All you can think about is how you're heading home.

You eventually find yourself waiting at your gate and then finally in line to board your flight after it's announced. And before you know it, you're sat in your designated seat on the plane, ready for take-off. It's a window seat, allowing you to see the beginnings of the golden sunrise peeking up from the horizon.

It's still drizzling; the tiny raindrops patter on the plane's windows, tinted a slight orange from the sun ascending in the sky, now visible in the far distance like a fiery yolk in the egg whites that are the surrounding misty clouds.

You think you're lucky enough to have the row to yourself, yet at the last minute, a young man takes the seat beside you.

He's handsome, you'll admit that to yourself, but he seems flustered.

You gently clear your throat before asking him, "Are you alright?"

The male turns his head to look at you once he hears your question.

"Ah, yes, yes," he says, getting settled in the seat after securing his bag in the overhead compartment. "I nearly missed the final boarding call announcement. But luckily, I made it." He gently smiles.

The safety instructions from the staff begin to resound from the speakers above, interrupting your attempt at creating a reply.

The engines begin to come to life as the plane steers in the direction of the runway, preparing for take-off.

The sunlight is now shining through the opposite side of the plane. The radiant glow of the plane's interior catches your attention. Your eyes land on your neighbour's profile backlit from the golden rays, but you pull your gaze away before he can notice you glancing at him.

"Are you heading home?" you hear from the voice to your left.

You smile at the reminder and nod your head, adding, "It's been a while. I've been away for my job."

The boy hums, "It's the opposite for me. I was here to visit my family, but now I'm heading back to work." His bangs fall into his eyes as he leans his head back into the seat. He lifts a hand to brush his hair from his forehead before saying, "But I'm happy for you. You seem really excited."

Your heart warms at the stranger's words. "I am," you say, flashing him another smile.

You find yourself becoming drowsier from being awake so early in the morning. You take one last look out of the window before allowing yourself to close your eyes, leaning into the wall of the plane. Eventually, you manage to doze off; the last thing you remember is the dinging of the seatbelt sign removed from overhead.

You're not sure how much time passes when you find yourself rousing to the sunlight beaming through the window next to you. Your body feels warm from the illuminating rays dancing on your lap.

"Good timing."

You carefully rub your eyes and comb your fingers through your hair a bit before eyeing the boy sat next to you. His plastic tray is down with two little packets of sesame-honey crackers sat upon it.

"The stewardess came by with snacks already, but she should be coming back, doing another round for drinks. Here," he takes one of the translucent packages and hands it to you as you lower your own tray.

"Thank you," you respond, your voice crackles slightly at your grogginess.

The stewardess returns to your row with her cart of drinks moments later.

The boy sat next to you makes his order first.

"Do you have jasmine green tea, by any chance?"

The woman shakes her head, "Just regular green tea, unfortunately."

The male proceeds to tell her that the alternative is fine. She places the tea bag in a styrofoam cup followed by hot water.

He turns to you after taking his drink, "Are you going to have anything?"

Your eyes are fixated on the teabag, slowly changing the colour of the water as it floats on the surface.

"I'll have the same thing, please," you say, watching the stewardess make the same preparations for you.

"You like green tea?" the stranger asks once you both have your drinks.

A smile spreads across your features once more, "Yes. It reminds me of my boyfriend." Your eyes move to the view out of the window, already picturing your destination in the distance. "It reminds me of home." You take a hesitant sip, careful not to burn your tongue. "By the way, I don't think I got your name?"

"Right, sorry," the boy's smile reaches up to his eyes, "I'm Joshua."

"It's nice to meet you," you reply after introducing yourself.

"Likewise."

Junhui scans the sea of people. His eyes land on each vaguely-familiar mop of hair, but his heart is set on finding one in particular. He glances upwards for the nth time to check the list of arrivals, hoping to see your flight added to the list. His hand fidgets by his side as he resists the urge to check his phone in his pocket yet again.

Once he does see your flight appear on the board, he doesn't wait to head as close to the arrivals gate as he can.

Soon enough, he sees you before you spot him. You're stepping through the gate, walking next to someone he doesn't recognize. The attendant by the doors appears to be signalling where the baggage claim is located. However, you don't seem interested as you simply thank them and head off in an opposite direction.

Jun's heart doesn't fail to soar at the sight of you weaving your way through the crowd. He watches you scan the room until your eyes find his.

And when you do see him, you run to him.

Your boyfriend braces himself for your impact, arms tightening around your smaller frame once you collide with him.

"You're home," his voice is hushed, but you hear it loud and clear over the airport's bustling surroundings.

"I'm home," you repeat, your grip around Jun not wavering. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too," he doesn't hesitate to reply. "Come on, let's go wait for your bags."

"No, I want to hug you for a bit longer. Let's wait until we hear the signal from the conveyor belt."

Junhui smiles, feeling the kiss you place on his jawline.

"Okay," he whispers, leaning down to give you a proper kiss for the first time upon your arrival.

The two of you remain standing like that: basking in each other's embrace. It's like a breath of fresh air—the feeling of being reunited with Jun—compared to the recycled oxygen from the plane ride.

The sun is now setting as you leave the airport with your rolling suitcase in one hand and Jun's palm in your other one. The sky is painted with breathtaking saturations of peach-pink and honey-yellow, but the sight of your boyfriend beside you for the first time in months is what you prefer to admire.

He glances down at you, catching you in the act of admiring him.

"Whatcha looking at?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked.

"Nothing," you mumble. "Just happy to be home."

You squeeze Jun's warm hand in yours, and the boy beams a smile even warmer in return.

••

[iamdunn]

Miraculous Flash Forward part 6: Romantic Gestures

A Miraculous Fan-Fic

Written By

AJ Dunn

The scene was set. The sun had gone down and Cat Noir had set up the rooftop overlooking the Seine with the same candle arrangements as before. Rose petals laid out on the floor with a red and white picnic blanket spread out. A basket holding foods he had prepared himself thanks to the teachings of Cheng Sifu. It had been 5 years since he had seen her and he was sure she was still patrolling every night without him. If only he had known her true identity then he wouldn’t be standing here feeling foolish as he waited for her to make her way around. He could smell freshly baked bread coming from the bakery just down the road. His gaze drifted to the balcony above Marinette’s bedroom. Oh, many nights he found himself standing on that balcony, with her and wishing she was with him. 

How long had he been standing here? She should have been here by now. Temptation lured him to creep off the roof and into the alley near the bakery.

“Claws off,” he said then walked casually into the bakery.

“Oh, Marinette is going to look so lovely in that dress.” Sabine was cooing in the bakery’s kitchen.

“This wedding is going to be perfect,” Tom said. “Good thing your uncle was able to find this dress in her size.” 

“I am so proud of our daughter Tom, she did a great job with this one.” 

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the conversation caught his tongue and he couldn’t speak. She was getting married. He had waited too long to return. He had turned to leave when he heard footsteps entering the front of the bakery. 

“Can we get you something? Most of our pastries are gone for the day.” Sabine said cheerfully. 

“Macaroons?” Adrien said. “Passionfruit.” he turned around hoping they wouldn’t recognize him. 

“Yes of course,” Sabine said and began gathering up a box of them. “How many.” Adrien nodded knowing what she was asking. 

“A whole box ma’am.” 

“I don’t recall seeing here before are you in from out of town,” Tom asked. Adrien nodded. 

“Oh, for the wedding or the Reunion?” Sabine asked. Excitedly. 

“The reunion.” He felt pressure on his heart and wanted to escape.

“Oh, hold on.” Tom grabbed a camera. “We are taking pictures of all of the graduating class for Alya, she’s making a photo journal for your class.” Adrien shifted nervously. 

“I uh, got to go.” Before he could escape Tom snapped the photo as Adrien held the box of macaroons. His hood still pulled partially over his head, though his face and bangs still showed. Adrien turned quickly and left. He transformed back into Cat Noir and headed back to the rooftop. Just in time to see Ladybug swing away. 

“Ah, stupid stupid.” He quickly followed her hoping to catch up and insist she returned to the picnic. How long had he been waiting in the bakery, had he spoken up he wouldn’t have missed Ladybug, or gotten his picture taken. He was nearly caught up to her when she dropped out of sight. He leaped over the rooftop of the last where she had disappeared and nothing.  He looked around until he saw a window lit up not far from where Ladybug disappeared. It was a balcony much smaller than his own with a sliding door. He saw a crack in the blinds and he could see Marinette. 

An old familiar coincidence to run into Marinette right after Ladybug detransforms. His suspicions had been on her this whole time. Midnight hair, bluebell eyes, and the pigtails, well now she simply wore her hair loose. Both of them in fact. Not to mention, their mannerisms. Even Ladybug herself was clumsy at first, even introduced herself as “Madly Clumsy”.

Cat Noir went home, at least now he knew where to find Marinette. 

There was a car out front of the manor when Cat Noir scurried into his room. He made his way to the front entrance after detransforming. The gate bell was chiming angrily. Adrien hurried to the front hall where the security controls were. He flipped a switch and the gate camera came on. It was Nino. He hit a buzzer opening the gates and waited at the front door. He steadied himself for whatever his best friend would say. He owed him an apology for leaving too and hoped it would be enough. A knock sounded on the door. Adrien slowly opened it up to meet his friend who stood slightly shorter than him now. 

“Adrien?” Nino asked 

“How did you know I was here?” Adrien held the door open for his friend who stepped inside nervously. 

“Dude, your bedroom light is on, it’s not been on for 5 years,” Nino said pointing to the ceiling. “When… when did you get back?”

“Today,” Adrien said choking back his emotions. “We have a lot to talk about.” He started for the stairs heading back to his bedroom. “Are you still Carapace?” he asked after they closed the door.” 

“Yeah kinda, I mean, no one but Ladybug ever goes out,” Nino said looking around the room. “It’s still the same.” 

“Yeah, I don’t ever come here.” Adrien didn’t have to say it. “It’s hard for me to be here.” 

“You don’t have to explain Adrien, we all understand.” 

“We?” 

“Your friends.” Nino placed his hands on Adrien’s shoulders. “You are not your father, his actions are not yours.” 

“It’s easy for you to say.” Adrien stepped back. “Everything that happened that day has haunted me all these years.” He walked over to the piano and ran his fingers across the keys. He hadn’t played since he had been forced to practice every night. “Everything from what happened with Marinette to Hawk Moth, and even Ladybug.” 

“What happened with Marinette?” That was the question Nino chose to ask. 

“Don’t worry about it, besides I’m sure Alya already told you she tells you everything.” Adrien smiled remembering the duo that had actually broken his heart even though they never knew. “I was always jealous of you two. Are you still together.” 

“Engaged,” Nino said 

“Did she propose.” 

“You know it, dude.” Nino sat down on the couch and took a deep breath. “How long are you staying?”

“I’m planning on going home, on Sunday.”

“Home!” Nino stood up again starring him down as if he had said something wrong. “THIS is your home, Adrien.” 

“This. was my PRISON!” Adrien snapped. “Sure, I had my friends when I was ALLOWED to see them but I was held captive in this very room my entire life.” He sucked in a deep breath as his hands made a motion in the air as if to gather his senses. “I am sorry my friend, it’s just hard being here.” 

“So you won’t stay for the Wedding.” Adrien couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement. 

“Marinette?” Adrien choked back his emotions. Nino looked up at him and began to laugh. 

“No dude, me and Alya.” a sigh of relief seemed to appear on his face as Nino stopped laughing.

“She’s still waiting,” Nino said seriously. “For your answer.” Adrien looked up at him and smiled. 

“Then I guess I better give her one.” Nino walked to the door.

“I have to go man, but you better stay for my wedding. I don’t even have a best man, no one could take your place, Adrien.” Adrien moved to walk his friend out. At the front door, he caught Nino’s arm as he was walking out the door. 

“Don’t tell anyone I am back.” 

“To late, Ladybug seen your light, she told Alya who told me.”

“And Marinette?” 

“She overheard Ladybug.” 

“Well, let’s keep our conversation between us then.” Adrien released his arm. 

“Of course dude, what are buds for.” he watched Nino leave.

The next day as he was driving to the apartment he had seen Marinette at, he noticed a sidewalk sale featuring Ladybug and Cat Noir stuff. He parked the car on the curb and inspected the goods. He found a Kwami sized Plagg and purchased it. Then ducked into an Alleyway. He set the Kwami Swishy down to transform then leaped up the side of the building to her balcony. He saw the blinds closed but for a small crack enough to peak through. He saw Marinette enter the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. His cheeks flushed as he ducked out of view. He left the Swishy on the seat and hurried down the side of the building and transformed. 

He was still panting as he slipped back into his car. Adrien sat in his car for a while as he saw Alya and Marinette leave their building. He didn’t know what to do, he contemplated talking to them, but by the time he got up the nerve to do so, they were gone. He slipped out of his car and went across the street to a cafe and ordered a ham and spinach omelet with orange juice. He could still see their building from the window seat but thanks to the tinting no one could see in. He kept his hood up so no one would recognize him. To his surprise, no one seemed to even notice him. 

After a while and a few more additions to his order he saw Marinette return by herself. Adrien paid for his food and left. At the front entrance of her building, there was a buzzer entrance. He decided to go into the alleyway. His stomach churned as he tried to get the nerve to go see her.

“Why not just push the buzzer,” Plagg asked getting annoyed. Adrien’s lungs struggled to pull in oxygen as he squatted down. His head was spinning and his heart throttled. 

“Plagg claws out.” He finally managed to say after catching his breath. On the balcony, he found the sliding door opened.

“Marinette.” He said softly as he squatted on the railing. 

“Who?” He could hear her choking on her words. He dropped his feet to the floor and stood in front of the door. “Who are you?” her voice shook as if she didn’t recognize him.

“Are you scared of me Purrrrinceess?” He had hoped his cattish demeanor would soften the mood between them, he couldn’t stand for her being afraid of him. He stepped back as she stepped closer. He leaned against the railing as she came out onto the balcony. She was so beautiful. Her hair was like midnight as the sun bounced off it. While her eyes twinkled. She had a black cat squishie snuggled against her chest. It was a larger one, big enough to cover her entire torso. His heart flipped in his chest like Plagg had last night at the sight of Camembert. He knew this love.

“I could never be afraid of you, I was just.” she choked. Cat Noir had to catch his breath. The sound of her voice was so sweet. It felt like the air had been trapped in his throat. “Not expecting you. How did you know I lived here? She swallowed.

“I saw Ladybug last night, I tried to catch up with her.” He had to shift his eyes off of her as he was losing the ability to maintain his thoughts. “But when I got here I lost sight of her, over there.” He lifted his hand up. 

“Oh, you were looking for Ladybug.” Everyone knew how much Cat Noir loved Ladybug, but after he abandoned her, it was likely that everyone now hated him for it. He watched her take a seat then crossed his as he stood there, then slid to the cold concrete floor. Looking up at her he didn’t have to raise his head too far.  There was something in her eyes, sad and it made him want to cry. 

“Something wrong? He asked as he tried to get her to make eye contact. 

“The 5th anniversary is tomorrow.” he hung his head wondering how hard this must be for her. Was she hoping to see Adrien there? 

“I know, that’s why I am back. He saw her face change from sadness to anger, was she angry he was back? “Are you… okay?” he asked nervously. 

“You have been gone so long, do you have any idea what you did to Ladybug?” the words struck him like a cold wet hand against his face. “She has patrolled this city every night for the last 5 years, everyone watched her with breaking hearts as she looked for you.” If Marinette was this mad over his breaking someone else’s heart, imagine how the rest of the city felt about him right now. “We ALL missed you.” her tears tugged at his as he almost lost control of his emotions. He tried to focus his attention on his breathing. 

“I see you found it.” he indicated towards the seat she now sat in. 

“The cat squishy?” she continued to cuddle the larger one as if squeezing the life out of it was her only solace in this conversation. 

“I remembered you being a Cat Noir fan... “ he suddenly remembered the incident a few hours ago seeing her in her towel and began to worry she’d see the embarrassment on his face and know he had seen. “I stopped by this morning but…”

“Oh, oh, um… did you? Her voice cracking as the words came out. It reminded if of how she talked to Adrien back in their high school days. 

“I didn’t see anything, I am sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no it’s my fault for not closing the blinds all of the ways.” He felt a sense of relief as even she too seemed to relax. “So, Francois Dupont?” His brain clicked off. Wait, what was she asking?

“You went to school there? Did we know each other?” He wasn’t ready for the identity reveal just yet, but what could he say to get out of this one. “You said you were here for the reunion.”

“Oh, oh that…” He felt a sudden shock in his heart as he rubbed the back of his neck. He was wearing his Cat Noir costume as opposed to his Hei Mao one so his head and neck weren’t covered. “I um… was actually here for the City Reunion of the Super… heroes… that save Paris.” It had been all over the news for the past week. The city was apparently putting on a big show for them and had expected to see everyone, although no one knew if he was coming or not. She seemed content with that answer.

“So, why are you... here here?” He figured she was asking why he was on the balcony. He suddenly felt unwanted as her words slipped from her lips. 

“You’re the first friend I have seen, other than Ladybug.” he sighed. “I didn’t get to talk to her.” If only she knew who he really was, she’d know why he was there.

“Oh, you might tonight, she goes on patrol ever night.” he could hear her chuckle a little bit and it sounded almost mischievous. “Why did you leave?” 

“I am sorry Marinette, I can’t tell you that.’ this was the question he was prepared for. “I’m sorry, it’s just, not something I can share with a civilian.” 

“Well, if you remember right, I was Multimouse.” He smiled remembering how adorable she was in her mouse suit. “For a day.” 

“Ladybug and I are the only ones who that about you.” He let his smile go. “But not ever she knows my secret.” he wanted Ladybug to be the first.

“Are you going to tell her?” 

“If she wants to know, yes.” he had made up his mind, “Even if it means she takes my miraculous… and Plagg.” He didn’t want to give up his best friend, but it was something he was willing to do, for the sake of restoring himself with Ladybug. They talked a while longer as Marinette asked him various mundane questions. Like where has he been, and whether he was married or not. This gave him the opportunity to play around with her and tease her. Sure making her blush was always a bonus. 

He stood up to leave bidding her goodbye. He couldn’t wait to see Ladybug tonight and he would be sure to not leave the rooftop until she sat down with him. 

Cat noir paced back and forth on the rooftop. Red rose petals scattered on the floor flew up in huffs as Cat paced back and forth. All of the candles were lit and a blanket laid out among the flower petals. A bouquet of roses and a picnic basket sat there as well. This wasn’t going to be like it was before. He wasn’t there to profess his love. Not this time, he was there to beg for her to forgive him. Hoping she wouldn’t be mad at him. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize when he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Cat.” A small voice sounded from behind him. He spun around to see Ladybug standing there. She was more beautiful than ever. Her figure filled out more than the teenage Ladybug, her suit confessed her body's curves and the details of her shape as she stood so elegantly amidst the candlelight. His heart stalled in his chest as he fought back the urge to scoop her up and hold her. His body began to quiver fearing the words that were bound to come from her lips. 

Silence fell between them as they stood there for what seemed like forever.

“Bugaboo I….” The name slipped his lips before he knew it, the sound of it freezing in his veins. He blinked just once and she was in his arms. Her face was buried in his neck. He closed his arms around her standing at his full height, her legs dangling in the air. He felt her heart throbbing in her chest as her body began to shake. Was she crying. I didn’t dare pull back. He could feel his body growing weak at the thought of her crying, his emotions swirled around him as his knees began to weaken. Slipping to the floor, he held his grip on her. 

Now sitting on his knees, her on his lap he allowed his emotions to free. Tears poured out as he too cried. 

“How could you leave me?” She sobbed. “I needed you and you were gone.” He could hear her choking on her words. He couldn’t speak through the sound of her tears. His heart was breaking for her. If only she knew, if only he could have taken her with him. They held each other for what seemed like forever as they both released 5 years of pain and loss for their beloved partner. 

“Don’t you ever leave me again.” She said, pulling back from him. She banged on his chest with both hands as her anger flared up. “You can never leave me again.” he reached to take her hands and moved them around his waist then wrapped his arms around her again. 

“I never wanted to leave you, I wanted to take you with me.” he whispered. “I didn’t have a choice but to leave, and I am sorry I wasn’t allowed to say goodbye.” She pulled back from him standing up. She stormed over to the concrete railing. 

“You had your cat phone…” She said, stifling her tears. His heart ached as he watched her leaning on her arms. “I left you so many messages, and you…” she sniffled.

“I am sorry I hurt you.” He said. “I knew you’d be okay, because…” 

“I was NOT okay!” She spun around facing him, her anger displayed heavy on her face. “My best friend left me. When I needed him the most.” 

“You were always stronger than me.” He said, stepping up to her. “I didn’t have the strength emotionally to say goodbye to you, and hearing your voice over and over again was enough torture for me, I couldn’t bring myself to call you back.” Her face shifted.

“You...listened to my messages?” Ladybug wiped a tear from her eye. 

“Everyone, and every night,” he said. “For the past 5 years.” He reached out for her hands. She let him take them as he stepped back leading her to the picnic blanket. “I even made a point to watch the paper for sightings of you.” he smiled. 

“Alya…” Ladybug swallowed her tears. “She kept up the Lady blog and even went to work for the paper, trying to send you a message to come home.” 

“I got the message, I am sorry it took me so long.” He sat down still holding one of her hands. “I had…. Some things to process through.” 

“Well, you didn’t have to do it alone.” She sniped.

“I couldn’t face you, or our friends,” he said. “I had my own shame I had to… I didn’t want to bring you guys down with me.” his voice trembled. He still felt the shame, the shame of being the son of the man who terrorized his home and all of his friends. He couldn’t bear to show his face. 

“Where did you go?” She asked as he began setting out the various cheeses, and fruits. Marinette noticed the TS Boulangerie Patisserie logo she had designed for her parents. He had bought an assortment of macaroons and croissants. He even pulled out a spinach quiche. 

“You must really like that bakery.” Ladybug teased. 

“Best in Paris.” he chirped.

“Are you going to save any of this for your Mrs. Cat?” Ladybug toyed.

“Only if you’ll have me.” He teased back. 

“Cat.” She blushed, flicking his bell for old times’ sake. “I’m serious.” 

“You don’t think I am?” His voice lowered as if he were hurt. “What about you, did you ever tell him you love him?” His voice was crisp as his words came out too quickly for her to process them. She sighed and looked away. “I see.” He picked up a macaron and stuffed it into her mouth. “If you're not going to talk you might as well eat.” he chuckled. She ate the cookie. 

“So, the reunion is tomorrow?” He changed the subject. “Who all is going to be there?” 

“You were the only one we were waiting for.” She said, placing her open hand smoothly against his cheek. He leaned into it, closing his eyes. He took her hand from his cheek and placed his lips gently on her knuckles. Oh, the reminiscence of old. He watched as her cheeks flushed a hue of pink that took him back to the innocents of their youth. He had made her blush before and the prospect of doing it again was exhilarating. Oh, how time slipped away as they feasted on each other's presence in the glow of the full moon. 

It was hard to part with her as her hand slowly slipped from his. Her eyes watched him until her yo-yo secured on an adjacent building, and she swung away. He packed up the picnic stuff. He headed for the edge of the roof and made his way back to his empty mansion. His bedroom window opened and the lights were on as he slipped inside, placing the basket on the piano then heading for the bathroom after transformed.

“Claws in,” he said as the Kwami dove for the picnic basket.

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

Resurrection | Katsuki Bakugou x Reader x Shouto Todoroki

AN: Ok, so I wrote this a while ago, and tbh I still don’t like how it turned out, but it's so much better than what I hard originally. This is another Soulmate AU, where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist. Length: 7.7k Pronouns used: She/her

Warnings: TodoBaku so polyamory, and mentions of blood... like a lot, I describe wounds in detail, a dead person uses their quirk! 

Summary: Soulmate AU; your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist. You, Bakugou, and Todoroki are the lucky three with two names on your wrists. You refused to come to them, until the universe took charge.

Name: (f/n) (l/n) Quirk: Resurrection; the user cannot die before their intended time, if they do, they will be resurrected. However, when it is their time to go, nothing can save them. Age: 26

Everyone in the world is born with a name on their left wrist, that name belongs to their soulmate. On extremely rare occasions, one can have two names, the second being on the right. That was the case for Katsuki Bakugou and Shoto Todoroki. The two had met each other on the first day of school, when they attended UA. There, they learned each other's names and were shocked to find each other so early. However, that day, at Bakugou's house, Todoroki revealed that he was, in fact, one of the few people on Earth with another name on his wrist.

~Flashback~

"Bak- sorry. Katsuki," Todoroki started, correcting himself. "I have to tell you something."

"Go ahead." Todoroki inhaled before speaking.

"On my right wrist... I have another name." This caught the ash blond's attention. He immediately perked up from his position on the bed and moved towards Todoroki.

"Wh-what? Let me see it!"

"Sure." Todoroki removed his uniform jacket and held out his right arm, revealing the other name on his wrist. Bakugou's eyes almost popped out of his head as he quickly removed his jacket and showed Todoroki his own wrist.

"I-it's... the same name..." His soulmate stuttered out. In neat cursive, there was a name on their right wrists. (Y/f/n).

~End of Flashback~

For years, the two had searched for her. When they were in school, whenever they got a chance, they asked about her. They had even tried to talk to some of the pro-heroes but no one recognized the name.

Once the two, themselves, had become pro heroes, they decided to go searching once again. They had an extended vacation coming up and they decided to spend it searching for their missing piece. The day before their vacation, there was a villain attack. It was at a nearby mall, there was an explosion. Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya were called to the scene where they searched for the villain.

There were multiple villains but the top three pro heroes were able to fight them with ease. As they were evacuating the civilians, there was another explosion, worse than the original. It was followed by three more, destroying the mall completely.

The trio worked as fast as they could, but in the distance, they saw a large chunk of a building fall and land on a girl.

"NO!" The three screamed as they ran towards her. Unfortunately, more pieces fell and they were blocked off. The three could do nothing but wait, while help arrived. The paramedics were here, the firefighters were helping put out the fires, and the three felt completely useless. Deku was told if he used his quirk to move the boulders, he might make the situation worse and potentially kill the girl, who was still, thankfully, alive under the rubble.

It had been around five minutes, which felt like an eternity to the three heroes, when help arrived and they slowly moved the rubble away. While they waited, both Todoroki and Bakugou felt a stinging pain in their right wrist. They both looked at each other as they removed their gloves to check. Bakugou had to take his arm gauntlet off and the two watched in horror as the name, that used to be an opaque shade of black, was now fading.

"No..." Todoroki muttered, his gaze shooting back at the rubble. "Th-that's her?"

"What's wrong you two?" Deku inquired, looking at his friends.

"That's (f/n)! Sh-she's in there!" Most of their friends knew of the other name on their wrist since they had ended up asking everyone they could, so Deku knew that name well. It was the name of their second soulmate, one they both shared.

"Oh no!" The green-haired male leaned over and noticed as the names started fading. "Th-that means... she's dying!"

It was true. When the large chunk landed on (f/n), she fell face down, a metal bar that supported the cement block impaling her torso. The longer they waited, the more she bled out. Currently, under the rock, she was also losing oxygen. She could no longer feel her fingertips and feet, her head was fuzzy, and the excruciating pain in her torso was indescribable.

Due to the dust, the girl would cough, and the coughing only added to the pain. Tears slipped from her cheeks as she looked up at her wrists, that she had out in front of her. On her right wrist was 'Shouto Todoroki' and on her left wrist was 'Katsuki Bakugou'.

"I-I'm sorry..." She choked out, as she felt blood push through her throat. She coughed and spit it out to the side, laying her head back on the ground. Her hair stuck to her face, surrounding her mouth and nose, making it harder to breathe, but she felt too weak to move it away.

As (f/n) laid there, she thought back on her life. She hadn't made a mark, she hadn't done anything in life. She was just a quirkless loser who worked at a well-known cafe. She was going to school... but she wasn't done. She was gonna die and no one was going to remember her. She let the tears fall and shut her eyes as the pain took over. Her breathing became heavier and more ragged. She wasn't going to make it out. Her eyes opened as she heard a voice yelling through the rocks. It was muffled... but she could kind of understand it.

"(F/N)! WE'LL GET YOU OUT! WE PROMISE!" Was that right? She blinked as the lack of oxygen hit her hard. Her blood has soaked her entire outfit, coming all the way up to her chin. She tilted her head up and looked at the names, before the light drained from her eyes. Another quirkless nobody wiped from the planet.

Outside, all three heroes were now pulling the boulders off, trying to get the girl free. Finally, one of the helpers managed to get a large chunk that was right in front of her face.

"HERE!" He called. Deku immediately used his quirk and pushed the biggest piece off, throwing it against the other rubble. Both Bakugou and Todoroki's eyes widened as they watched her name disappear completely off their wrists.

"No!" They ran to her. She was laid out, chest down on the ground, her face covered with her hair. They saw the large metal bar that was still in her torso, they saw the blood that drenched her clothes and covered the floor. But most importantly, they saw her wrists. She had them crossed over each other, her left was facing up, where Bakugou's name was. The ash-blond reached down and moved her wrist, revealing her right, where Todoroki's name was.

"Sh-she... she was ours too..." Bakugou breathed. Both he and Todoroki removed the metal bar and turned the (figure) framed girl around. They sat on either side of her and lifted her up. Their eyes widened at her beauty, but tears welled up when they saw her dull, lifeless, (e/c) eyes. The two caressed her face as the tears slipped out.

"We failed, Sho." Bakugou cried. "We failed her..." The dual-haired male nodded as he wiped his face, sighing as he looked up at the bright sky. It felt like a nightmare. Just... just a nightmare.

"Sh-she needed us... and we couldn't save her." The two didn't get much time with her, since she had to be taken away. While she was put in a body bag and placed to the side while the officers gathered any other casualties. So far, there were none, just her.

On the side, all three pro-heroes were being questioned, neither Bakugou nor Todoroki wanted to deal with it, but they had to. While they were talking, they were clueless about what was happening. (f/n) did have a quirk, one that was completely useless to her in every situation except this. Her quirk was called Resurrection. It was rare, one in a billion.

Since the body bag was opaque, the light that healed her wasn't visible. The two broken-hearted males didn't even notice or feel the name reappear on their wrists. (f/n)'s dull (e/c) slowly shone with life and she blinked, slowly coming to. She tried to move, but her body was constricted... what was holding her? She couldn't breathe... she couldn't breathe! Not again!

Her heart sped up when she realized she was stuck in a bag. She tried to push it open, but it wasn't working. Panic set in and she let out the loudest, most terrifying, blood-curdling scream she could muster, her arms and legs flailing about wildly.

The heroes immediately turned to face the scream and everyone froze. Their eyes widened as they saw her body bag moving- she was begging for help. Bakugou and Todoroki ran to her, practically tearing the bag open and watched as the girl screamed and covered her eyes with the bag of her hands. The sun was high in the sky, blinding her. They both saw their names on her wrist and took the wrist that belonged to them.

"You're ok." They breathed, unable to believe what had happened. There was no way, but here she was. She opened her eyes and they saw the life behind them, tears spilling from their own.

"Wh-who..." She trailed off as the two males kissed the back of her hands.

"I'm Katsuki Bakugou."

"And I'm Shouto Todoroki." They introduced and watched as her beautiful (e/c) orbs widened. "You're (y/f/n), right?" She gave them a wordless nod and they helped her stand. She stood and looked down noticing that she was covered in blood. As she took a step out of the body bag, her knees buckled but the two males supported her as they walked her to the ambulance.

For the time being, it was unclear to everyone what had occurred. The paramedics wasted no time as they started to check her vitals, but everything was ok. They even inspected her wound, which was no longer there, there wasn't even a scar left. She was... fine.

Once the medics concluded she was ok to go home, the two men approached her once again. They offered to drive her home, to which she accepted. They had to walk to the agency nearby, where Todoroki let her borrow his clothes, since his hero costume wasn't as... flashy as Bakugou's.

As the three walked to Todoroki's car, the girl voiced her concerns. She had realized that her purse was missing, therefore, she didn't have any keys to get into the house with.

"My purse..." She started as she looked at the two males. "I-I must've lost it during the attack... I had my keys and everything in it... I-I can't get into my house without them."

"We can go to our house, if you're ok with it." Normally, (f/n) would've declined immediately. However, these two were her soulmates, there was no way they'd hurt her.

"Sure." They approached Todoroki's car and Bakugou opened the door for (f/n), letting the girl slip into the back as he got into the front seat.

"How are you feeling, (f/n)?" Todoroki inquired, looking at the rearview mirror, to see her face. She gave him a slight nod.

"I'm ok... I feel a bit weird though."

"Weird how?" Bakugou asked, looking back at her.

"Hmm... Like I just woke up from a really deep sleep." They nodded understandingly. Well, she did just wake up from the dead... so makes sense. The three made small talk until they arrived at Bakugou and Todoroki's house. The girl's eyes widened a bit as she took in the sheer size of it... well, they were the 2nd and 3rd ranked heroes so that made sense. Todoroki got out and opened the door for (f/n), helping the girl out. She tried to keep her reaction to the house at a low because unlike them, she didn't live at a glamorous house. In fact, she was kind of happy she lost her purse. Her apartment was quite run down, it was not in the best neighborhood, and she did NOT want them to see it.

The three walked into the house and the two led her upstairs to the master bedroom and bathroom.

"You can just use our stuff since we don't have any girl products. Whatever you need, go ahead and use it." Bakugou said as he walked into the closet and grabbed his own shirt and Todoroki's sweatpants. Her other soulmate led the girl to the bathroom, who tripped a bit as the world spun. Bakugou was at her side within seconds, their fear of losing her again, returning.

"Woah." He caught her, leading her to the bed but she refused.

"N-no, I don't want to mess it up."

"They're just sheets." The two males sat the girl down who took in a few deep breaths as her quirk activated again. They watched as (f/c) light bathed her body and within seconds, she seemed... rejuvenated.

"Woah," She smiled up at them. "I feel much better already! That was weird."

"Hey, (f/n)," Bakugou started. "What's your quirk?" The girl frowned and shook her head.

"Don't have one. Been quirkless all my life." She raised her head with a sad smile. "I still have hope, maybe one day, I'll have a cool quirk like you two!" The look in her eyes made their chest hurt. They could see the desperation in her eyes, they could sense it in her words, they could see it in her smile, but at the same time... she was just a bit hopeful. Her smile fell and she looked down at her bloodied hands and arms.

No matter what she did, no matter how much she cried and screamed, she could never be on their level. She didn't do anything as amazing as they did, she wasn't talented, she wasn't... she was a bad match for them. Todoroki was the number two pro hero and Bakugou was number three, she was a waitress at a cafe. She had no quirk, she barely had any money, and at this point in her life, she had no motivation to really deal with anything.

She knew. She knew who her soulmates were, she just chose to lie earlier. Although they mostly went with their aliases Hellfrost (I saw this name... and I loved it... I just need him to have a hero name for the purposes of this story, so chill) and Ground Zero, during interviews they sometimes used their real names.

At her cafe, they had TVs that usually had the news channel on and one day, she caught an interview with them. She almost cried from joy when she found out who her soulmates were but throughout the day, she only felt worse. Especially when she realized they were together and happily so. Ever since, she just pretended like they weren't hers. The universe must've had a different plan since it threw her at them. Now here they were, two of the greatest heroes, in front of her. A quirkless nobody.

"I-I feel better now, so I should go wash this off before I ruin even more of the sheets." The two males nodded and let her go into the bathroom and Shoto showed her how the shower worked. While he did so, Bakugou showed her where the towels were and gave her their clothes.

"We'll be downstairs. Take your time." He said as the two left the bathroom. Once the door shut, she let the tears slip. What was she going to say now? They all had each other's names on their wrists. What if... no. She didn't want to be in a relationship with them, she wasn't worthy.

She entered the shower and watched as all the dried blood came off and pooled around her feet before disappearing down the drain. Wait... whose blood was that? Looking down, she saw no bruises or cuts, nothing.

Wait... what happened again? Everything was starting to become fuzzy. She... got hurt right? That blood was hers. She remembered laying down in the dirt, the heavy slabs of concrete on her back, and that... pole thing through her torso. It hurt so damn bad.

Her eyes scanned her entire body. Where were the injuries? She woke up in a body bag, who healed her? Why would they heal a dead person? Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts out of her head for the time being.

She saw two separate body washes and shampoos. Unsure of which ones to use, she just shrugged and picked a random one. It smelled amazing. On rare occasions, the girl could afford to buy one decent body wash, not those cheap ones at her local store.

After she was done and she made sure she was completely clean, she turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping the towel around herself. Her (e/c) scanned the bathroom, it was quite large. The shower itself was quite large, able to hold at least five people in it. The tub was a few feet away, also quite large against the wall. There were three steps leading up to it. Behind the tub were windows, however, it was safe to enter and exit the tub without fear of anyone seeing. It was bright white, with golden rims. In fact, the entire bathroom was white, with golden accents.

They had two sinks and mirrors, with multiple products on there, arranged neatly. Parallel to that sink, on the other side, was a vanity. There was a chair with large lights around it in case anyone wanted to get ready. The spacious, luxurious bathroom made her own look like a complete dump. Which it was, if she was being honest.

Her bathroom was a fraction of the size, in fact, their bathroom and half of the bedroom was the size of her entire apartment. Unlike theirs, her wallpaper was peeling, the natural color of the toilet, sink, and tub was an ugly yellowish-brown color, and there was barely any room for her to move around.

"Man... if I saved up every single dollar for the rest of my life... I still wouldn't be able to afford a place like this." She muttered as she dried her hair and body.

In the distance, with the other products, she saw body lotion. Her skin was a bit dry... and they said they didn't mind it if she used any of their products. She hesitantly walked over to it and picked it up, opening the top and applying it all over her. After that, she slipped on their clothes. The shirt was quite large, almost like a dress for her. The sweatpants needed to be tightened quite a bit so they wouldn't fall off. She approached the vanity and stared at herself. There was still light makeup on her face (whatever bit you wear, if you don't wear any, then there's nothing on your face). She looked at the clothes, they looked even sillier, but she liked it.

As she stood there staring at herself, she remembered something. She had a spare key, she just never used it. There was a loose brick in her wall, right by her door, that she had pulled out and hollowed. She kept her spare key in there, the best place. Her neighborhood wasn't the safest and so she couldn't keep her key under the mat or in the plant (except she didn't even have a plant). She could go home! No need to spend more time with them! Although... just that thought hurt her heart. She couldn't though. She... just couldn't.

She dried her hair as best as she could and then finally exited the bathroom. Outside, she saw her somewhat dirty flats and slipped them on. They said they would be downstairs... but downstairs where? The house was huge. She hesitantly walked out of the master bedroom and walked down the large stairs. Her eyes taking in all the sights. The most impressive thing to her was how spacious everything was. Her apartment was really tiny. The kitchen and living room were in the same place and then she had a small bedroom and bathroom.

Due to her job, she had to purchase the cheapest place she could find and that apartment was $450 a month, perfect for her paycheck. She hated it, it was hideous, but there was nothing she could do.

As she wandered, she heard voices and followed through a doorway and saw the two sitting on a large couch. That... must've been the living room. Where she stood, she could see the entire thing. The living room was huge, there were three couches, two facing each other and the last one was adjacent. That couch faced the wall, with a large TV. In the middle of the couches, was a glass coffee table, decorated with a flower in the center. The ceilings had chandeliers, there was a large aquarium in the back... it was amazing. Her eyes landed on the duo again, Todoroki and Bakugou were both sitting close to each other, holding hands as they were talking about... well her. Unsure of what to say, she simply cleared her throat causing them to look at her.

"Hello. How do you feel?" Todoroki inquired as he gestured for her to sit. She walked towards them and sat down on the couch next to theirs, trying to keep some distance. Although, they were hurt, they understood she needed space. All of this, must've been quite a bit for her, especially her dying and coming back to life.

"I feel much better." They were silent until she looked up at them. "What... happened? I... don't remember much."

"What do you remember?" Todoroki asked.

"I was at the mall... buying... something. There was a loud sound and everyone started running. I think I fell?" (f/n) paused, racking her mind for more information. "I just remember laying on the dirt, my stomach hurt. There was a pole or something going through it. There was a lot of blood, my chest hurt, and I just remember looking at my wrists and... feeling sorry." Her eyes glanced down to her bare wrists, their names were neatly written across each other. Slowly, her fingertips gently traced Bakugou's name, then moved to trace Todoroki's name.

They silently watched her, wanting to see how their soulmate worked. They watched as (f/n) as she stared at her wrist, then placed them together. As if she was trying to figure out the reason for the names on her wrist, she stared at them. Finally, her hand reached out and scrubbed Todoroki's name, viciously. Was she trying to get rid of it? Did she not want him? Did... she want either of them?

Finally, she stopped, her thumb running over the name, ever so gently, they watched as she mouthed the name, doing the same with the other wrist. It seemed as if she'd come back to life, her head tilting up to look at them.

"Oh... sorry."

"No, it's ok. We should... really talk about your quirk." Bakugou started, making her shake her head.

"I don't have one."

"But you do," Todoroki started. "It must be called Resurrection. It's a rare quirk and I've only heard of one other case ever since quirks have been documented. There might be more, but I haven't seen any other research on it."

"Resurrection?" (f/n) muttered, making them both nod.

"You died, (f/n)," Bakugou said. "You died, your name disappeared from our wrist. But look, here you are. Alive and well. All healed."

"So... I healed myself?" They both nodded. (f/n) looked away, letting the information sink in. She... wasn't a quirkless nobody? She had a quirk, a rare mutation. She had a quirk. She had a quirk! It wasn't like theirs... it was something completely different! "I... have a quirk." She whispered, leaning back onto the couch, her eyes glancing up at the chandelier above them. "I have a quirk."

They spent quite a while talking about it, neither of them really having a definitive answer. They mostly just had theories, to which Todoroki suggested (f/n) go to a quirk specialist, to figure out what it really was. During this time, (f/n) remembered her information from the shower.

"Oh, while I was showering, I remembered I have a spare key at my house. I can just use that to get in."

"But... shouldn't you stay here for a while? Today was quite a bit for you." Bakugou insisted but she shook her head with a grateful smile.

"No no, I couldn't impose. You've already done so much for me. Besides, I have work tomorrow and I'd prefer it if I didn't miss it."

"Are you sure work is such a good idea. You've been through a lot today." She smiled at their concern.

"I feel just fine right now, in fact, I feel like the attack wasn't even today. However, if I'm not feeling good tomorrow, I'll call in sick." The two started to get a feel for her personality. She was the shy type, she wasn't the type that would be comfortable with spending too much money (if that's not you, feel free to change the description), and she was always grateful for any and all the help she got. They didn't want her to leave, but understood.

They had been searching for her, searching for their missing piece for over ten years and here she was. However, she was intent on leaving. While she was showering, Todoroki was talking Bakugou down from being too abrasive. He wanted Bakugou to understand that the girl probably knew of them, especially since their names were no secret. She chose not to come looking, so she needed to be given the choice to be able to walk away. Reluctantly, the hothead agreed.

"Well, let's go then," Todoroki said, standing up grabbing the keys that lay on the coffee table, both (f/n) and Bakugou followed. The girl shook her head profusely, refusing his offer within seconds.

"Oh! No, no! I-I can go home myself."

"There's no way we're letting you walk home by yourself," Bakugou argued, causing her to give him a weak smile.

"I've been walking myself home for like nine years now. Really it's ok." This time, the dual haired male spoke.

"I'm with Suki on this one, we're not gonna let you walk home." She frowned at the two males and tried to speak up when the ash-blond beat her to it.

"Look, we're your soulmates. You're not imposing and we can't just let you walk out of our house and walk home late at night." She gave it a thought before nodding.

"Ok then." Todoroki walked to a nearby desk and opened the drawer. He took out a little notepad and neatly wrote down his and Bakugou's numbers, then tore the little page out and handed it to her.

"Not sure if your phone was in your purse but here. In case you need anything, feel free to call." She smiled and took the paper, thanking them, slipping it into her pocket.

As she retracted her hand, Todoroki grabbed her wrist. Gently pulling it towards him, he turned her hand and looked at his name. Bakugou approached as well, taking her other wrist, with his own name. The three were silent as both males gently traced their names on her wrist.

This was rare and most people didn't choose to stay with the third soulmate. Usually, this was a backup, because it meant one of them was dead.

As they were trancing their fingers on her wrist, (f/n) grabbed their hands, turning, just like them, and looking at her own name. Her thumb grazed across her own name, wondering what they'd done to get someone like her as a soulmate. They deserved so much better... what bad luck they had.

With that thought, she retracted her hands, looking up at them with a forced smile.

The three made their way to the car, (f/n) racked her mind for a plan. She couldn't just show them her living condition! That's when an idea hit her. Four blocks from her house were these apartments. They were much nicer and each apartment building had a door at the bottom that was unlocked.

"What's your address?" Bakugou asked, looking back at her. She gave him the address for the apartments. The drive was mostly small talk, similar to earlier. A little while later, they arrived at the apartments.

"We can walk you to your apartment." Bakugou offered but she shook her head.

"It's ok, it's pretty safe from here. Thank you both so much for everything. I promise, I'll return these clothes to you." They both smiled and nodded at her as she got out of the car and walked towards the door. She prayed to the gods that the door wasn't locked today and it wasn't. She breathed a sigh of relief as she opened it and waved back at them one last time before going inside and letting it close. She headed up the stairs and hid by the window and waited until they were gone before she walked out.

She then quickly made her way to her actual house and made it there safely. She got the spare key, opened the door, and walked in. She locked the door behind her as she sat on her couch, a frown forming on her face. What an ugly house. She sighed and looked at her TV and on the TV stand, she saw her phone.

"Great. I lose my wallet, my decently expensive purse, my keys... but my phone's alright." She grabbed it and fished out the piece of paper she got earlier and saved the two numbers into her contacts.

~**~

It had been about three days since the incident, and (f/n) was back at work. She was currently standing at the cash register with her coworker, (c/n).

"You met them?! Then why are you still living at your old place? It sucks and it's so dangerous." Her friend asked.

"Yeah, but... let's say your soulmate was Deku. Would you be ok with just... going and living with him? Knowing this is what we've amounted to? At least you have a decent quirk. They're pro heroes. They spend their lives protecting and saving innocents. The only thing we're saving is cranky people who barely got sleep last night." Her friend laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She was silent for a moment before speaking again. "It'd be an embarrassment for him... to have his soulmate be a waitress." (f/n) nodded.

"See? They're the number two and three pro heroes," She whispered, avoiding unnecessary attention. "They're bathroom is bigger than my entire apartment. I'm just... I'm just... embarrassed." She added, blinking to keep her tears at bay.

"Have you called or texted them since?" She shook her head.

"I mean, they've said hello and that's all I replied too, but we aren't exactly talking." (c/n) understood what (f/n) meant, yes, it was amazing that her soulmates were two amazing pro heroes, but that just fueled the self-hate she already had within her. She wasn't anyone special. So why? Why should she be? Besides, they had each other, they didn't need her. They were just lucky that all three of them were soulmates.

Work was pretty busy that day, (f/n) didn't have much time to check her phone, but she was watching the news at her work. There they were again, Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki. Being the amazing people they were... if she could have one wish, she'd choose to erase her name off their wrists.

~**~

It was now 2 am and (f/n) just couldn't sleep. Her mind returned to the incident two weeks ago, her thoughts being invaded by her two soulmates. She had to admit, all this time, being without them, hurt so much, more than it did just watching them on tv.

No matter what she did, she couldn't rest or get her mind off of her two handsome soulmates. So she walked to her living room and turned on her TV. There was a knock at her door and she frowned as she muted the TV and stood up. She walked to her door and looked through the peephole. Outside was her neighbor (r/n [random name]) (here is your chance to imagine the person you hate lol). She opened the door and saw two more people behind (him/her).

"(r/n), what's up?" (He/she) pulled out a gun and (f/n)'s eyes widened. The three pushed their way into her house and she glared at them as they started grabbing her things. "We live in the same shitty complex! You seriously think I have anything you can rob?! What are you gonna steal?! My TV? It's five years old! What else? My will to live? Not even sure I still have that." They just grabbed everything and she growled, but was unable to do anything due to one of their quirks.

Her legs felt heavy and she was unable to move, only watch helplessly as they raided her home. However, as they left, they grabbed her, making her scream and struggle. (r/n) tried to stop (his/her) friend, giving (f/n) the chance to kick (her/him). (he/she) groaned, something falling out of (his/her) pocket, but neither noticed. (r/n) lifted the gun to her head, causing tears to well up as she shook her head. (His/her) friend quickly left the apartment with the other accomplice.

"(r/n), I swear to god... don't do- please." (he/she) muttered an apology as (he/she) pulled the trigger.

The second the gunshot rang throughout her house, Bakugou and Todoroki felt the same stinging pain they had over two weeks ago. They shot up in bed and immediately looked at their wrist. Her name was gone... AGAIN! The two didn't say a word as they bolted out of bed and grabbed the car keys. The two slipped on some clothes, since they slept in boxers, and grabbed their cellphones.

~**~

(r/n) shut the door as the group ran away. (f/n) lay on her living room floor with eyes wide and blood all over her. It had only been a second before her quirk activated again, healing her wound and bringing her back to life. She slowly sat up as the memories rushed back to her.

"I just died... but... I'm not dead..." The girl frantically sat up and looked for her phone. Thankfully, it was under the couch cushions and the robbers weren't able to steal it. She grabbed it and immediately called Bakugou (his name was on top of the list because ya know... alphabetical order). Bakugou almost cried in relief when he heard her voice.

"I'm fine!"

"What happened?"

"My neighbor happened!" She cried as she touched her face, which had blood on it.

"We're heading to your place right now, just stay there." (f/n) paled as she realized where they were going. Not to her damn house, that was for sure. Her heart sped up as she racked her brain for an excuse.

"W-wait! No, it's ok! (He/she)'s gone already!"

"I'm not gonna argue with you again, we'll be there soon," Bakugou said.

"Gr-Ground Zero! I'm fine!"

"It's Katsuki and no you're not. We're already on our way, don't bother trying to stop us." The blond added, leaving no room for arguments, making the girl sigh in defeat as she pathetically told him the truth.

"Ok... then... come to (insert address). I live here..."

"Wait, what? Why is that a different address?"

"You'll see..."

"Ok, be there soon. Just stay hidden somewhere, in case your neighbor comes back."

"Ok." They hung up and Bakugou told Todoroki the new address and clearly, both were confused. However, when they realized the distance between where they last dropped her off and her real home, concern built up. When they saw the area... they understood why.

(f/n) washed her face to clean off any blood she could and then sighed as she looked around her house. It was a mess, everything valuable had been stolen. Well... almost everything. She heard a knock at her door and opened it, relieved to see the two heroes. She looked down and opened her door, moving to the side, letting them in.

"What happened?" Todoroki inquired as the two looked around.

"My neighbor apparently thought I had better things than (him/her)." She kicked a nearby water bottle as she sat down on her couch, her head falling in her hands. They both sat next to her and rubbed her back as they heard a sob. After a few minutes, she calmed down and stared at the ground. "The day hasn't even started and it's already awful." It was now 2:30 am, so she had a point.

"Why did you lie about where you lived?" The dual haired male inquired, causing her to scoff.

"Have you seen your house? Do you see mine? It's embarrassing. My two soulmates are so much better than me in pretty much everything. I feel like an embarrassment next to you both. That's why I was in such a rush to leave. I just... I can't be that little charity case! I don't wanna be that rando that's associated with two amazing people."

"You're not a charity case though. You're our soulmate, you're our missing piece. Who cares where you live or what you do or don't do." He responded quietly, crouching in front of her.

"Come live with us," Bakugou said, taking her hand and squeezing it. Almost immediately started shaking her head.

"Please. This... is the only way we can make sure no one's gonna hurt you." Todoroki added.

"I-I'll be... fine." She whispered. They took her wrists, tracing their names.

"Please." They said together, unsure of what else to say. She was hesitant at first, still wanting to reject their proposal, wanting nothing but to disappear into the void now that they'd seen her house. But... they were insistent. So, she inhaled and then gave them a nod.

"Ok... i-if it's not too much." They only chuckled and kissed her head.

"We'll get your stuff ready! Come on IcyHot." The girl giggled at the nickname as the two ran into the bedroom. She smiled at the ground, but her brows furrowed as she spotting something.

"A wallet?" She reached out and grabbed it. Her eyes widened when she realized it was (r/n)'s. As she stood up, her front door, making her wide eyes shoot to meet the person standing there. (SHE/HE) CAME BACK?!

What was her life?

It was (r/n), probably came back to get the wallet. (he/she) held the gun up again and an idea hit (f/n).

"You need this right?" (r/n)'s eyes widened when (she/he) saw the wallet in (f/n)'s hand. "I just want you to know... I've always hated you." With that, the girl ran to her bedroom, causing (r/n) to shoot and miss. She saw both Bakugou and Todoroki run out and ran right past them, into the safety of the room.

Before (r/n) could do anything, the entire living room was frozen. Both males glared at (r/n) realizing it was (him/her) who hurt their precious (f/n). Said girl poked her head out from behind them and yelled:

"SUCK ON THAT (R/N)!"

~**~

The hectic night was finally over as the trio returned to the house. (f/n) smiled at the thought of living in such a huge house. The two males brought her stuff upstairs to their bedroom, but when she realized it she stopped them.

"Wait, you don't mind me being in your room?"

"Why would we?"

"Well... I was just..." She trailed off as they both turned to her. Maybe... she wasn't aware of their intentions yet.

"(f/n), we want you to be in a relationship with us." The girl seemed taken aback, her eyes darting around the room, refusing to look at the two males in front of her.

"But wait... aren't you both..."

"Yes and we want you to be a part of it, come on keep up!" Bakugou said, getting impatient. Todoroki knew he had to take control before it got worse, for any reason.

"Suki, relax," Todoroki said, as he looked at the girl. "If you want to wait, that's fine, we can move your things to a guest bedroom. Or if you just want to be friends, that's understandable as well."

"I... um... have never... I've never had a boyfriend before." She admitted around the room sheepishly, before her gaze returned her two soulmates. This is where she saw the main difference between the two. Todoroki had an understanding smile, but Bakugou had a smirk.

"Perfect. First and last." He moved in towards the girl, causing her cheeks to flush red when Todoroki pulled him back.

"Suki," It was a warning.

"I'm kissing her first."

"What if I want to?"

"Well you're always second, so" (cue that "ooh" meme... cuz yeah... ik im trash) The girl gasped and covered her mouth as she saw Todoroki's eye twitch. "Lemme see them lips, love." Todoroki jumped right in and pushed Bakugou away, picking up the girl.

"Mine, THIRD PLACE!" With that, the girl was on the other side of the room with Todoroki.

"Listen here half-n-half bastard," Bakugou said, putting his hands on his hips. "I will blow your ass up if I have to!"

"Go ahead." His boyfriend challenged. "Third place."

"Why the hell do you sound so proud?! You're still second!" Bakugou retaliated.

"Ok, but I'm not third."

"Ok, but you're second! Like father, like son."

"Now, you've gone too far." The dual quirked male grumbled as the room started to get cold.

"Come at me second place!" Bakugou challenged and Todoroki would've... if it wasn't for (f/n)'s giggles reigning through the room. They stopped, looking back at her with gentle smiles.

"Thank you." She sniffled.

"Come on, it's late, we should go to bed." It was almost 4 am now. The two started to strip making (f/n)'s eyes widened. As they removed their shirts, she could see the muscles and outlines on their backs. Every single curve and divot. Her eyes widened, her mouth agape for a few seconds before she looked away, her eyes darting back and forth as she tried to calm herself. They looked... amazing. No, amazing was too simple of a word. No doubt those muscles weren't just for show.

She blinked a few times, biting her lips in an attempt to keep her mouth from hanging open. She scrunched up her face, trying to think of anything else, but that image was ingrained in her head forever now.

'Calm down, (f/n)! Don't you start looking weird now! Relax, they're just muscles! Nothing... special... god they look so hot- NO!' She sighed in defeat. 'Who am I kidding... they look amazing'

The two paused when they noticed the girl shift uncomfortably. She was facing away from them and they weren't sure if she was uncomfortable since... well they barely knew her. Sure, she was their soulmate, but baby steps... right?

"W-would you like it if we kept our clothes on?" Todoroki inquired.

"Oh... uhhh," She giggled nervously. "Th-that's not it... just..." She trailed off as her eyes landed on their torsos again for a second or two. They saw her cheeks turn red before she inhaled and turned her head the other way, not noticing the faintest of smirks on their faces. "Stressful night." Bakugou and Todoroki looked at each other, feeling a surge of confidence. Since she was looking away, she failed to notice the two approach her.

"Yeah?" She jumped and gasped when she heard Bakugou's name right next to her ear. She froze when she saw Todoroki approach her, she had to muster every last bit of self-control she had to keep herself from staring.

"Your cheeks are red," Todoroki commented. "Are you sick?" She could hear the teasing tone behind the innocent one.

"Y-You're too close..." She squeaked.

"Is that a problem?" Bakugou asked, whispering into her ear. "Because, you can push us away... you just won't."

"Y-you're cheating..." She whispered. Todoroki's hand landed on her head before the two smiled and backed off. No, she wasn't uncomfortable, she was just beyond impressed.

The two just took off their shirts and switched into some comfortable pajama pants, while (f/n) changed out of the now bloody clothes. She was going to grab her own clothes, but she liked theirs. "C-can I borrow another shirt?" She inquired, holding up Bakugou's old shirt against her chest. He smirked and nodded, moving away from the closet.

"Grab whichever one you want." Todoroki was in the bathroom while (f/n) searched the closet. She found one to her liking and slipped it on, watching it reach her upper thigh. She had already switched into a new pair of underwear back home, so those were clean. She chose to leave the sweatpants out and got into bed, with Bakugou right next to her. Todoroki came out of the bathroom and shut off all the lights, moving in on the other side.

The three cuddled right up together and for once, (f/n) didn't feel like a nobody. She felt like she mattered and there were two people who would cross the entire world for her. Her life wasn't so bad.

[lonely-writer]

Buck x OC

Buck is buying a gift for Jee-Yun. It's the first thing he is gonna give his niece and he is nervous, he needs something special and unique, but also very Buck, so Jee-Yun can remember him for forever. He doesn't want Chim to hear about it and we know how the fam can't keep a secret, so he decides to go to Twitter and ask. It becomes viral or not, up to you, but one of the answers he gets catches his attention so he answers and the other person answers him back and suddenly they are having conversations about everything and anything, even after he buys the gift for Jee-Yun and meet her for the first time.

Any way, at some point he and the person chatting in internet decide to meet in person. And what a surprise, he/she/they is someone he met when he was going around, and they have story, but the spark is still there

Hi I love you, thank you so much for this request!

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley x OC

Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Original Female Character, Howie “Chimney” Han, Maddie Buckley, Jee-Yun

Tags: Fluff, awkward reunions, mentions of sex, Buck being an uncle, alternate universe from S.o.S, a lil bit of angst bc Buck can’t figure out a good gift, one count ‘em one swear word

Buck is at his wits end, he’s been struggling to find the perfect gift for his newborn niece but everything he’s looked at has been so cliche so far from teddy bears and blankets to personalized rattles she’ll eventually outgrow. He needs something else- something unique that is the best gift possible- something that she’ll cherish for years to come- and preferably something that Maddie and Chimney won’t throw out.

He’s out of ideas and he’s running out of time so it’s time for drastic measures. Twitter. It’s a last ditch effort really, sending out a tweet begging asking for suggestions on what to get his newborn niece, some of the answers he gets are absurd such as the newspaper on the day that he’ll meet her- what kind of gift is that? Another suggestion is a bath bundle which sounds good at first but then again it’s not very personal to Jee-Yun which is who the gift he’s buying is for, there are more simple things such as blankets and baby clothes but at some point she’ll grow out of those.

Buck feels as though there’s no point in asking anyone, he’ll have to get his favorite niece some crappy gift that won’t be anywhere near perfect and everyone will make fun of him and- 

RaeOfSunshine28: How about a memory book?

Huh. 

That’s actually....the best suggestion he’s heard all day. He likes the tweet and sends a reply to the stranger who has brought him salvation.

FireH0seBuckley: That sounds like a really cool idea, thx! 

He doesn’t think about it for the rest of the day until he’s off work and trying to find a memory book, it’s been awfully difficult for him not to gloat around the station that he’s got the best gift ever planned for Jee-Yun, Where in the world would he ever find that? He’s been searching for awhile when another idea pops into his head.

Message from FireH0seBuckley:

Heyyyy! So thx again for the gift idea...any idea where to get one? :P

Message from RaeOfSunshine28:

Np, Maybe try a craft store? It’ll probably be w/ the scrapbooking stuff. You could try doing it yourself tho.

Message from FireH0seBuckley:

Mehhhh seems like too much work LOL

Message from RaeOfSunshine28:

.-. Bro don’t be lazy it’s ur niece

Message from FireH0seBuckley:

:P You’re no fun

Message from RaeOfSunshine28: 

Tell me something I don’t know.

Message from FireH0seBuckley:

Oxygen supply can influence the color of a fire.

Message from RaeOfSunshine28:

?????

Message from FireH0seBuckley:

You said to tell you something you don’t know, now you tell me something about you!

Message from RaeOfSunshine28:

Since when did we start playing 20 questions?

Message from FireH0seBuckley:

Since now!

Buck smiles down at his phone as he and whoever he’s messaging begin to message back and fourth, it’s nice to have someone new to talk to when everyone is busy. This goes on for about a month or so, they message each other frequently and end up texting throughout their days, he feels like it’s become more than a friendship but he doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Buck’s been heartbroken enough in the past- but he’s come to the realization that he wants to me this person in....well, person. So he suggests meeting at a local coffee place to finally see each other face to face, it surprises and elates him when they agree.

He’s nervous as he waits at the coffee shop, this is the first time that he’s actually been the one asking someone out, Abby was the one who called him- so was Ali, and Taylor bought him a drink at a bar so making the first move wasn’t in his wheelhouse. The only time he’d usually make the first move was when he was having sex.

The bell to the cafe’s door chimed catching Buck’s attention- speaking of sex- the woman that walked in was someone he recognized, he never caught her name but he certainly remembered the long black hair and stunning green eyes. She doesn’t notice him, at least not right away, instead opening her phone to send a message to someone...at the same time Buck’s phone vibrates in his pocket. 

Realization comes crashing into him as he frantically pulls out his phone- there’s no way- there’s no possible way-

Message from RaeOfSunshine28: 

Hey I’m here, not certain if you are yet. Want me to get you anything? :)

Holy shit it is. The twitter user he’s been talking to was someone that he’d had a one night stand with. He realizes that he must have been staring at her because her gaze is suddenly on him, eyeing him suspiciously as though she’s trying to place it. When she finally comes to the realization of where she knows him from her eyes become wide with embarrassment, mouth turning into an ‘Oh.’ shape. He gives her a small smile and a wave as she walks over to him.

“Fancy meeting you here stranger, didn’t think I’d be seeing you again since you ghosted me.” She greets all too casually for someone who- nope not thinking like that.

“Did I really ghost you?” Buck asks confidently a genuine smile working it’s way on to his face.

“Well I would say that waking up to an empty bed with no way to contact you would be a good way of ghosting me.” She hums lightly in response.

“Oh but RaeOfSunshine twenty-eight I would say that I have kept in great contact with you.” Her bemused expression suddenly drops into one of shock as he speaks.

“You’re kidding. You’re fire hose Buckley?”She asks sounding incredulous.

“The one and only. So, it’s nice to meet you Rae.” He officially greets extending his hand.

“It’s Raven actually, my friends call me Rae though and since we’ve been past that I suppose you can call me Rae. It’s nice to meet you as well Buckley.” She says a smile beginning to form.

“Buck, actually. Buckley is my last name and Evan is my first name everyone just calls me Buck.”

So it’s a rough start to their relationship but it certainly feels like a good start none the less.

Bonus: 

“So why is your twitter handle fire hose?” 

“Really? You don’t remember?”

“Maybe I’m just asking for a refresher.”

[mistabullets]

can i please request a scenario where reader (fem or gn whichever you prefer) takes josukes virginity? thank you in advance!

Love Kinda Guy

Word Count: 5.4k

Characters: Josuke x Reader

Content Warning: afab reader, slight violence at the beginning, near death, first time, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, slow burn

Note: all characters are aged up!

**

You’ve lived here for all your life, even born at the local hospital. Morioh is the kind of town where everyone knew everybody and everywhere. All the famous landmarks you have remembered and memorized like the back of your own hand, like the man who lives in the tower or the strange love boulder. You acknowledge all the faces you passed by. Oh, there’s the foreign but overall a nice chef who runs one of the best restaurants in town making chitchat with the famous mangaka who happens to reside in this small town. Then you see the pretty lady who has a renowned beauty shop, talking to your fellow classmates, perhaps giving them useful love advice. You know most of your classmates by last name; Nijimura, Hirose, Yamagishi, Hazamada… and then, Higashikata.

Josuke Higashikata. He would have known by the time both of you graduated from high school, you would have been celebrating one year together. Certainly, not you.

While you’ve known him since middle school, you didn’t develop feelings for him until all these nonsensical and unexplained events began popping up. Your first real interaction with the young man was quite odd. He had attempted to approach you about a serious matter regarding the events unfolding in your hometown, particularly about a serial killer eyeing you for quite some time. However, he had fucked up and slipped and stuttered his words. Despite being aware of each other’s existence for years, Josuke had a bit of difficulty discussing with you whatever he had on his mind because… well, he realized just how pretty and gorgeous you were. But you thought he was acting strange, possibly had mistaken you for someone else. So, you had apologized, making your way back home.

Shit, Josuke thought to himself, hurrying to catch up with you. He hadn’t meant to be so flustered like that! The young boy, after investigating the home of Kira Yoshikage had realized you might have been his next victim and feared for your safety. None of them knew where he was or where he may have been hiding, what if the impulses got the better of him. Josuke bit his bottom lips, indicating his nervousness and the anxiety building in his chest. He had contemplated contacting Jotaro or finding Okuyasu somewhere around the school to help him out. However, the smaller your figure became, further away from his field of vision, the more likely you were to be on a missing person case, perhaps dead and your body dissipated. He thought about Shigekiyo, how he had disappeared without a trace.

And he couldn’t let that happen again. Without further hesitation, he went after you. And for his actions of that day, perhaps you wouldn’t be alive to see a better future. Since that fateful encounter, your heart, unbeknownst to Josuke, was his.

**

You were lucky Josuke had gone with his guts and trailed after you. While the Kira did not attack (and he never did, too frightened since the discovery of his grievous crimes by Josuke and the others), something else did. On your stroll home, the streets were vacant, and the neighborhood was quiet. It was mundane, peaceful, nothing expected to go wrong—

Thwish. Before you could turn around and see the noises from behind, there was already thunk, and your vision was clouding with blooms of white. Pain and shock seared throughout, rushing to your head as you attempted to come up with a logical explanation of what had just happened. Though you couldn’t see, an arrow had punctuated, piercing the back of your neck and hitting your larynx, penetrating through the front of your neck. Panic rose in your chest as the metallic taste of your blood was now choking you. There was nothing you could do but wait for the arms of death to take you out of your misery as your further suffocated from your own body fluids. Your peripheral vision blacked, encompassing the rest of your sight. You weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks, rapidly losing oxygen, but you could see a photograph wisp away in the in wind.

You tried to scream for help but only the liquid horror of blood was released. While you tried your best to fight against whatever was happening, your body had already given up and accepted its fate. You saw the sun and the sky one last time before your face met the concrete beneath you. However, right before you drifted into unconsciousness, you heard the soft clacking of footsteps, calmly approaching you. Was it death? Your assailant? You weren’t sure. Eventually, you felt yourself being engulfed by overwhelming darkness.

**

You opened your heavy eyes to tranquil twilight and the radiance of another body, catching the faint smell of his cologne. Still in a daze, you reached for their face, believing yourself to be in some sort of heaven. But you felt the warm cheek flushed against your palm followed by the inquisitive concern of a male’s voice, “Y-Y/N, are you okay?”

It took a moment to register the voice, but you finally recognized it was Higashikata, since you had talked to him earlier today. You realized he was holding you up. Glancing up, you saw a blush dusting his soft features for the accidental gesture you made. Now how did you end up in the arms of this man, you wondered to yourself. You remembered that you were walking home from school and how odd Josuke had been acting before your departure. In your line of sight, there was an arrow beside you on the sidewalk. Then it clicked. Recalling the piercing pang and how it spread to your head and chest; you would never take for granted the sweetness of oxygen again, thinking back, that just a moment ago, it was hard to breathe. Instinctively, you reached for your neck, where the source of pain had started. But no wound, no scar tissue.

Then you noticed the pink humanoid with silvery-blue armor hovering above Josuke. You let out a noise of astonishment but couldn’t help but shrink back further into the boy’s strong grasp. He realized what must have triggered your reaction. It made sense that you could now see Crazy Diamond. While you didn’t seem to take notice, a light blue aura radiated around your figure and you emitted your stand. It was a small fairy creature with white skin in a cool azure attire. It had crystal-like eyes, reminding you of aquamarines. The top of its head was fluffy white, blending with the skin, similar to a cloud.

“That’s your stand,” Josuke informed, admiring just how cute and soft it was, “do you know its name?”

It rolled of your tongue naturally, as if you’ve known this being all of your life, “Blue Sky.” You looked up at Josuke again, “can you tell me more? I’m so lost right now; this is a lot to take in.”

“O-Oh! Yeah, of course. But how about tomorrow? Let me get your home safe.”

You nodded, realizing just how handsome the boy was and how comfortable you had gotten in his arms. He helped you up. And since then, you became one of Josuke’s trusted companion and became part of the effort to protect Morioh from the mysterious evil lurking in the streets of your hometown.

**

And eventually, you became Josuke’s lover. It was over a year after he had saved you by the time your boyfriend summoned up the courage to ask you out. And it took him long enough. At this point, everyone was just waiting for him to make a move. Okuyasu would tease Josuke about how he already had a babe waiting for him and Koichi would point out how oblivious he was to your feelings. But that wasn’t the case at all! Josuke knew he had admirers, he had gotten love confessions in his locker, and thought of himself as at least above average, even with his ridiculous haircut. He just felt you were too good for him! To him, you were way out of his league. So, he let things brew. He wanted to get to know you more. After Kira was no longer a problem, he had the urge to hang out with you more and more. Sometimes you with others, like Okuyasu, Koichi, or Yukako.

But after a while, once he became comfortable around you and gained a better insight into your sweet and caring personality, it was just the two of you. Sometimes, now that he reflected back, it seemed like he was borderline dating you. He would take you out to dinner, see if you wanted to see a new movie with him, or just enjoy each other’s company at the local park. Josuke, despite being such a handsome young man, never really had a partner up until he met you. So finally, after a heart-to-heart from Koichi and Okuyasu occasionally chirping in with his usual bad advice, Josuke decided to finally confess.

It was private, at the local cafe, in a secluded corner of the patio. You can tell he was nervous, since he was chewing thoughtfully at the corner of his bottom lips. Plus, the blush contrasting with his chiseled features and how he averted his blue eyes away from your gaze was a dead giveaway. But Josuke had come to learn that you were patient with him. Sure, you would tease him occasionally, but were never rude or mean about it; always reassuring him and telling him to take his time. But he couldn’t wait any longer! As soon as the server came back with glasses of water, Josuke immediately downed, as if he just came back from the deserts after being stranded for weeks. You quirked an eyebrow curiously as the boy across from you slammed his cup down and began to form coherent sentences. “S-So, Y/N… uh, how’s your day going? S-Shit, no that’s not it—“

“Hm?” you hummed, and he looked up, staring into gaze, your (e/c) eyes bringing him some sort of calm. You just looked at him so tenderly.

“Sorry! Listen, you probably know, just how uh… pretty—no, beautiful you are. And you’re so super sweet and you’re really cool and chill. Uh, basically, what I’m saying is… I like you! Like, like you that I wanna date you, so uh, if you want to—ah, I sound so not cool, I should have hit up Jotaro or something—“

“Don’t worry Josuke. I… I actually like you too,” you admitted bashfully, now a blush covered your cheekbones. He looked up and can’t believe how you became ten times prettier.

“H-Huh? You do?” he asked, his voice edging with bewilderment and disbelief. Josuke really had doubted himself. Shyly, you reached for one of his hands on the table and gave it a light squeeze. The boy before you was speechless! You were holding his hands, holy shit—

“I do. I would love to go out with you. It’s about time you confessed, Jojo,” you teased but a gentle smile plastered your lips, accentuating your features even more. God, you were just so pretty.

“W-Wow, that was… easier than I expected. S-Sorry it took so long,” Josuke admitted. His thumb rubbed against your knuckle as he became accustomed to your soft hand, and how the fingers nestled between his perfectly, it seemed. Relief has unleashed the coil of anxiety building in the pit of his stomach, accepting that this is not a cruel joke nor a dream. This is reality.

“It’s okay, I’m just happy you finally said something,” you reassured him, “so… I guess you could say this is our first official date. Let’s continue, Jojo.”

Date. Holy shit, this was a date. But he nodded and agreed, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach

“Ah, sure!”

**

It was a good thing you were so patient with your boyfriend. He needed a lot of it. You were his first after all. While you didn’t have much experience yourself, you did have a couple of partners before you had met Josuke. He wanted to take things slow; he was actually afraid of coming off too clingy for your taste since he was a love kinda guy, according to his own words. It took him two months to finally give you a kiss on the lips! It was quick, sweet, and to the point. Both of you wanted more. But you weren’t going to push your boyfriend to his limits and Josuke wasn’t going to ask for more of you. However, for his lack of experience, he made up with his thoughtfulness. Josuke knew what you liked, what were your favorites, and what to get you for special occasions. He would make a mental note if you happened to eye at a particular object and surprise you with it the next week, despite just have a simple part-time job. Dates with him were always fun. After he knew and understood you weren’t going to up and leave him, he acted like the usual Josuke you loved but now this time, he’s your boyfriend that you hold hands with and kiss when the moment was right.

However, his friends would occasionally give him hell about how your relationship progress was miserably slow. Okuyasu was nearly beat to death when he asked the simple question of when you were and Josuke going to seal the deal and do the deed. Fortunately, Koichi, the voice of reason, was there to calm the situation before Josuke can pummel his fist into his friend’s face. Jotaro and his old man would occasionally call, checking in on the younger Jojo… Jotaro was personally sickened by how love-struck the younger man was but his father would egg him to make a move (which resulted in Josuke yelling at his nearly deaf father and Jotaro simply saying “good grief” as he stepped away elsewhere). Even Tomoko would leave condoms in her son’s dresser and excuse herself to go “run errands” whenever you came over for dinner at the Higashikata residence. But Josuke wasn’t ready for that. He wanted it to be special and he certainly didn’t want it to seem he was wanting to get in your pants. You understood it clearly and kept telling the boy to figure out his own pace. With your reassurances and patience, he did.

Finally, it was the one-year anniversary. Summer had come with open arms, both of you had a bit more wisdom to share and had learned a lot but were relatively still the same. While there were some minor conflicts but both of you had figured out how to resolve issues when they arise. You felt pride swelled in your chest whenever Josuke would wrap one of his arms around the small of your back or just reach for the familiar softness of your hand when out in public. It was gratifying to see how far you and Josuke had gone. Not a lot of people can say they have been with their partner for a year and you yearned for many more years with your boyfriend to come. Tonight was a special occasion. Josuke had actually saved all of his funds to take you out somewhere a bit fancier for dinner, at least for eighteen-year-olds.

“Hey, so… ma left for the weekend. Said she needed some time with her lady friends. I was, uh, actually wondering if you wanted to spend the night?” he asked, eagerness could be heard from the tone of his voice.

You gave him a soft smile, “Sure. I’d love that actually.”

He bit the bottom of his lips but quickly erased it with a smile. “G-Great!”

You observed your boyfriend curiously. He was on to something.

**

Both of you returned later in the evening and settled on the living couch, excited to show your boyfriend the present you had bought him. When the boy had settled for a movie to play in the background, you presented him with a neatly wrapped rectangular box. Intrigued, Josuke tore off the wraps and opened the box to find a unique comb, one from 1942. It flipped out from its mahogany shell, similar to a pocketknife. After knowing your boyfriend for two years now, you knew he really liked his hair, but he has a collection of different combs. “Aw, babe… you shouldn’t have,” he commented, admiring the old antique, “Oh! I have something to give to you~ Close your eyes.”

“Oh boy, I wonder what it is,” you said teasingly, closing your eyelids despite how cheesy it may be. You could feel your boyfriend lean in close to you and your lips slightly puckered, inviting him. However, instead, you felt the cool metallic lace of a necklace wrap around your neck. After he had clasped it, you open your eyes and admired the jewel, a pear-shaped aquamarine color. For once, he had caused you to blush at the gesture, but an adorable smile spread your lips. He was watching you attentively, like a puppy dog. When he saw your gorgeous face lit up with a smile, he couldn’t help but attack your face with kisses.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“No Josuke… I love it,” you emphasized, returning the favor and locking his lips with yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling your boyfriend closer, your heart fluttering in your chest, “And I love you.”

He pulled away, mouthing I love you, too before his lips crashed on your delectable lips, tasting the faint chapstick you had applied earlier. You anchored yourself, hands clutching onto his shoulders as the kiss intensified. While both of you waited to have sex, it doesn’t mean you never have gotten into a steamy make out with Josuke. But he usually stopped himself if he felt things were going too fast. When you felt the slight push of his tongue against your mouth, you invited it, relishing in how tingly and warm you felt. The atmosphere was different than your usual evenings with your boyfriend; it was heavy, tense, and anxiety was pooling in the pit of your boyfriend’s stomach, feeling your plush breasts push up against his chest and the pliable thighs nestling on his lap. He wanted you tonight and only you. The young man pulled away from your sweet, impeccable lips and he gave you a sheepish grin, as he was attempting to search for the right words and sound cohesive.

“Hey, Y/N… I…” he gulped, collecting his composure and reach for one of your hands, “think I’m ready for the next stage.”

You fluttered your eyes at him, eager to please, “Really?”

Josuke contemplated his words before murmuring shyly, “Yeah, uh, really…”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” aching to reach for the noticeable bulge forming a tent in his trousers.

“W-Well, I want to please you. I don’t want you to just suck my dick–ah, that sounded stupid… but uh, I just wanna make you feel good, ya know?”

“Oh,” you gasped, a little bit took aback but more than pleased to hear this, “I’d love that, Jojo.”

God, he so adorable right now, you thought to yourself, considering your boyfriend’s indication; it’s endearing that he wants to focus on your pleasure rather than his own carnal desires. The hand cupping Josuke’s emitted a light blue glow, using your Blue Sky to bring a sense of calm to him, to help him relax his nerves since he was clearly fidgety. Usually, your stand could be used to lull an enemy to sleep or to alter one state of mind to a sense of empty stillness, reducing them into complacency. But it could also be used to pacify one when they are seriously injured or suffering from a panic attack. Or, for Josuke’s case, to ease them into comfort, considering he was probably wanting to make his first time with you perfect and he didn’t want to fuck that up. Your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice that it was your power, but he felt like he could express himself freely under your loving gaze. He tilted in for another peck to the corner of your mouth and he beamed. Deciding to be a bit cheesy, he scooped you up, carrying your bridal-style. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom then, shall we?”

He carried you to his bedroom, which was actually cleaned and tidied up for once. The bed was even made. He must have been planning for this particular evening. Josuke gently threw you on his bed before proceeding to hover over your body, his face nuzzling against yours. You spread open your legs, allowing his hips to settle in between your pillow thighs. His clothed erection accidentally rubbed against your inner thigh and you could tell just how excited he was just to ravish you. Your boyfriend took this moment to continue where you last left off in the room, engulfing your mouth with the warmth of his, tongue pushing against your lips. You allowed the fleshy appendage back in, now better tasting the cherry cola he had earlier while at dinner. Soft noises elicited from your boyfriend, as he whimpered against you, one hand reaching for your heated cheek as the kiss deepened. You entangled your arms around the boy, pulling his larger frame closer to yours. He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths and breaking apart, his lips now exploring the side of your neck and feeling your quickening pulse as arousal bloomed.

You hissed in a breath as you felt the pinch from your neck; it’s not like Josuke hadn’t given you hickeys before but they were always light, not noticeable to the inattentive eye. But the marks he was giving you were darker and would certainly be noticed by your friends later. You heard him murmur sorry against you, lightly peppering your bruised love bites with apologetic kisses, before trailing down to your throat. Helping your boyfriend, one hand reached for your blouse and fumbled to unbutton, but eventually got a few off. Josuke decided to take off the rest, his anxious fingers becoming clumsy, but he managed. You wiggled out of the top and threw it into some forgotten corner of his bedroom. Your boyfriend took a moment to admire the cute bra you were wearing; he couldn’t help but burrow his head into the mounds of your chest, one hand experimentally reaching to cup one breast. He listened to your heartbeat, hammering in your chest before attempting to find the clasp of your bra.

“Here,” you whispered gently, reaching from behind and awkwardly arching your back to reach for behind, but managing to unhook your bra. Josuke slipped it off for you, letting out an audible ohhh as your breasts were finally free from their constraints, drinking in the sight of your naked chest, how you were slowly becoming bare and exposed. Tentatively, he cupped one of your mounds, feeling the perked nipple against his palm while he leaned back down to give the unattended breast a probing lick. You hummed contently, encouraging the man above you to continue with his exploration of your body. He gained more resolve from hearing your quiet noises, enclosing the nipple around his mouth while he was playfully pinching the other one in between his index finger and thumb. Josuke took his time with your breasts, wanting to understand the spots which made you moan.

After surveying every inch of your chest, Josuke decided it was time to explore what was downstairs. Sitting himself up, he pulled off the dress shirt, his body becoming hotter with each noise you made for him. He then proceeded to strip off your pants alongside your underwear in one painfully slow motion. Letting out an audible gasp as your sex was now exposed to the cool air, you spread your legs apart, not particularly shy at the notion of your boyfriend ogling at your glistening core. This wasn’t your first time. Before partnering with Josuke, you had a couple of significant others. But they were nothing compared to your lovebug; he was always considerate of your feelings and emotions, never overstepping his boundaries unless he had your permission and that, you were thankful for. It was cute, watching him over the past year, waiting for the grand moment it was time. He was truly a hopeless romantic, you pondered, but it was what made Josuke, well, Josuke. Your lover was captivated by the sight of your pussy; sure, he had seen some in those porno magazines, stealing some from Okuyasu… but never this up close. He gulped, the gears in his head making their motions, not ready to freeze and come to a halt.

“God, you’re so pretty like this. But, uh… where should I touch first, babe?” he inquired, trying not to seem lost. You retained a giggle, sitting up yourself now but your legs still fully spread and leaning yourself up against the headboard. You reached for his hand once again, bringing it to palm the heat radiating below.

“So, you know what a clit is?” Your boyfriend nodded. He kind of knew. “Well, it’s right above… uhm, the entrance. Press one of your fingers against it but not too firmly. And just rub it. But at your own pace though,” you explained. Another nod, Josuke pressed the pad of his index finger against your pink pearl and slowly, carefully started to rub at it. He noted your labored breathing, how it seemed to correlate with the pleasure escalating and how slick it made the insides of your thighs. His pace quickened, wanting to hear more of your cute whimpers and moans. “Mm, s-slow down… now, put your fingers inside of me. P-Push in one for right now, then another when I’m… ya know…” you said shyly, averting your gaze downwards. You were becoming wet, but you figured with how muscular and tall your boyfriend was… that he may have been pretty big down there. Your boyfriend readjusted himself, a digit caressing the slit, collecting the fluids you naturally lubricated, before pressing it against your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, breaking the tension and groaning from how your tight heat seemingly swallowed his finger up. You whimpered, Josuke leaned in, planting kisses on your neck and jaw to alleviate the sudden intrusion. “N-Now, go in and out. But not too fast, okay?”

“I gotcha babe.” He may be horny, but he would never want to hurt you. Reaching further into your velvety walls, he carefully pulled his finger out before pushing it back in. He did this a few times, before experimentally curling his finger against the tight muscle. He stroked a particular spongey region of your canal, which caused you to let out the loudest moan he’s heard from you all night. He gave you a playful smirk, proud that he had pulled such a noise from your pretty lips, “Is that your g-spot, babe?” You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence at the moment. Josuke found a method to his ministrations, and before long, he slipped his middle finger. You hissed at the stretch, reaching for Josuke’s pompadour, not really caring about the possibility of messing it up in the moment. Josuke didn’t really care either, relishing in your moans as he picked up the pace, filling you up with his thick digits and making sure to touch the sensitive spot inside you. Scissoring your insides, he pressed the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit, rubbing it with vigor in an effort to make you moan his name. Eventually, stars occupied your image as you felt yourself on the brink of orgasm, the grasp in Josuke’s hair becoming an iron grip. He messily pressed his lips against yours, as if he was drinking in your noises, while still keeping up, fingerfucking your pussy. “A-Are you enjoying yourself, babe?” he mouthed against your neck before peppering love bites.

“O-Oh, Josuke—I’m going to cum, i-if you keep that up… ahh, s-so good!” you groaned, bucking your hips against his hand and chasing after your own release. You bit down on your lips, nostrils flaring before you felt the tightness in your core uncoiled. Throwing your head back and arching your back, you whimpered your lover’s name as the walls of your pussy clenched around the thick fingers. Josuke continued to fuck you with his fingers, letting you ride out the waves of your climax. Once you had settled from your high, catching your breath and letting out small pants, he pulled out his sodden digits. Out of mere curiosity, he popped them into his mouth, tasting your love juices, the essence of you. It was an odd yet sweet flavor. Like natural honey.

“Man babe… you taste so good,” he commented. You blushed, thinking it was a bit embarrassing but if he was enjoying yourself, you were glad. Josuke realized how uncomfortable his erection felt in the tight restraints of his trousers. Gracelessly, he began to strip them off, fumbling with the belt and attempting to unbutton them a few times. However, he managed to pull it off, along with his boxer but not before reaching for a condom in his pocket. You noticed it and giggled; he definitely had this in mind all evening, but you found it endearing how prepared he was for this moment. Your eyes trailed to admire his manhood; as you figured, it was bigger than the usual, but you were sure it would fit. You settled yourself back down onto the mattress, legs opened and showing off your wetness. He tore up the aluminum package and wrapped it around his length; at least he had done some research on how to properly put on a condom. He then aligned himself to your slick entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, but not to tease you; Josuke was genuinely having a hard time putting it in. But you smiled at him as he gripped your hips to pull you closer. Once he was finally lined himself up, he pushed the tip inside, hissing at just how tight you felt.

“S-Sorry… b-but I don’t think I’ll last long… nngh—” he apologized in between his breaths as he sunk deeper within, the girth pleasantly stretching you out. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him further in. He grunted, filling you to the hilt. Your arms reached under the pit of his arms, your hand grabbing for each of his shoulder blades. You reassured your boyfriend above him that it was okay, it was his first time, and he already brought you great pleasure by making you his first. He passionately kissed you, as he began thrusting in and out of your heat. God, it felt so good. It was like his dick molded perfectly, it was even better knowing that you loved him and he loved you. He began picking up the pace, already so close to his own release. He wished he could last longer, make you cum around his cock and bask in the compression of your pussy, to know he had the ability to reduce you to such a mess. But there would be more times together, more lovemaking. You egged on Josuke, moaning his name and raking your nails against his back; despite his inexperience, this moment felt right and natural. “C-Cum for me, Jojo—” you whimpered in his ear, your hand trailing up to grip into his black locks of hair. He gritted his teeth, feeling his white seed exploded inside, being captured into the constraints of the condom. While he spilled his hot whiteness, he smashed his lips against you.

Josuke collapsed against your smaller frame, slipping his cock out of your spent pussy. While you hadn’t achieved an orgasm, you were happy, nonetheless. Being with your boyfriend, no matter the situation, always made your heart pound in your chest. He pressed his forehead against yours, giving a light peck to your lips and a goofy grin spreading his lips. “That was amazing… god, you treat me so good.”

You rubbed small circles into his back, giving him another sweet kiss, “I love you, Jojo.

He reciprocated your kiss before he nuzzled against your chest. It was his favorite spot really. He wouldn’t mind if he was lulled to sleep, using your breasts as pillows. His lips softly ticked the center of your chest before relaxing in your arms, your fingers beginning to untangle and card through his ruined pompadour, from your doing and the sweat.

“I love you, too, Y/N, my love bug,” he murmured against you, before closing his heavy eyelids.

[empathic-seer]

About

Name: Sheridan Dwyer

Age: 18(TWEWY), 21(Neo-TWEWY/Post Neo)

Height: 4’9/144 cm

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Questioning but identifies Bisexual

Occupation: Full-time College Student for Nursing, works part-time performing whatever jobs she can get for acting and voice acting. Keeping her eyes open for an opening at WildKat.

Biography:

I’d mostly prefer for the details to come out organically, but she lives in Shibuya to pursue Nursing school and has a tiny apartment all her own.

Her mother has suffered from chronic pain and other ailments since she was small but they’re super close, her biological father treats her like a child and tries to buy her love with money and video games and her mother’s now ex was severely emotionally and verbally abusive as well all the way until he was finally kicked out when she was 14.

Her mother has kept in some contact though she’s readying to cut him off completely and Sheridan still stiffens at the sound of his voice and can recognize him by his knock.

She’s always seen the UG, but she didn’t learn or see nearly as much as she does in Shibuya due to being from a smaller town in New York. It was mainly just Noise.

She was born at 1 pound 11 ounces and before the third trimester, leading to her nearly dying twice. According to her Mom, she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, so she wasn’t getting any nutrients. After that scare, 3 days later her oxygen levels suddenly went down to single digits, to the point a priest was called in to give last rites. Once the cross was drawn on her forehead her oxygen levels shot up and haven’t come back down since.

Sheridan assumes this is why she can see the UG, though she has no idea why she was saved and it’s something she struggles with often.

Speaking of the Game; boy is she conflicted about it. She probably shouldn’t be, but she helps any Players she can if she catches them in a reaper decal store, warning them of approaching Noise and often putting herself at risk to help them find Partners to give them a fighting chance. She’s also known for interfering more directly by taking infective Noise onto herself. She can’t take seeing others in pain and would rather deal with the ensuing negativity than have another go through it.

So yeah. Oops. As far as her conflict with the Game itself, she loves the fact people get a second chance, and even understands entry fees and their purpose to help others grow. But the erasure part...that she struggles with. It takes a big emotional toll on her and she can’t grasp why it’s necessary as she doesn’t understand the inner-workings enough.

Thoughts on the Games:

The World Ends With You:

Speaking of the Game; boy is she conflicted about it. She probably shouldn’t be, but she helps any Players she can if she catches them in a reaper decal store, warning them of approaching Noise. She’s also known for interfering more directly by taking infective Noise onto herself. She can’t take seeing others in pain and would rather deal with the ensuing negativity than have another go through it. All the better if it helps out Players on the way.

So yeah. Oops. As far as her conflict with the Game itself, she loves the fact people get a second chance, and even understands entry fees and their purpose to help others grow. But the erasure part...that she struggles with. It takes a big emotional toll on her and she can’t grasp why it’s necessary as she doesn’t understand the inner-workings enough.

She recognizes she has a lot to learn, especially being only a bystander who mainly watches from the sidelines.

At the end of the Game, nimbly avoids wearing an O pin after seeing the effects from the Game, she hides out in high Imagination areas like Udagawa, the River and WildKat to feel safer. The conformity scares her, she’s always felt different but being alone in a sea of people with the same goal...she never wants to feel so isolated again.

Neo:

As far as Shiba’s Game...she does not like the change.

The UG she’d come to expect was turned completely on its head and it’s even worse.

She understood most of Joshua’s Game. The checks and balances set in place, Reapers and Players, entry fees...all of it save the erasure.

But now the erasures have increased with one team winning nonstop and all she can do is watch in horror as it happens. So many people...Erased without a thought week after week. It’s emotional torture for her as an Empath honestly. The horror, the fear, and then just...nothing.

The shifting energy is much darker than the conformity at the end of the original and she can tell something dangerous is happening, though she can’t grasp what.

Worries over the Wicked Twisters and keeps tabs on their emotions throughout the Game since they’re so much smaller than the other groups.

To say she was shocked when both Neku and Beat were in again was an understatement. She thought they’d escaped. There’s so much she doesn’t know but she watches even more intently when she can from then on.

Feels Shoka’s struggle and wants to help the girl escape the toxic influences surrounding her and get in a better environment.

Just wants everyone to be safe and healthy and for the suffocating air to be breathable again.

Tidbits:

Has always felt drawn to Shibuya River, and WildKat Cafe. There’s a...quiet. A calmness she never gets anywhere else. Particularly in the river. It’s just herself and her own emotions for once but even they feel muted there. Darker thoughts even if present is quieter, and become white noise in the wake of the sound of the river flowing.

Tends to loiter quietly and shyly steal glances at Hanekoma and Joshua if either is in the cafe but too intimidated to actually approach. Something feels...otherworldly about them. Her intuition can tell something is powerful about them so she’s always kept her distance despite feeling a pull towards both.

That goes the same for Hazuki as well, of course.

All Higher Plane beings in her experience mute her Empathy, though she isn't sure why. It's part of why she's so on edge around them, both wanting to be near and torn on approaching.

The library is another place you’ll find her, sequestering in a lone corner far from others and likely reading some supernatural romance aloud or working on a story.

Chronic fatigue is a bad side effect that’s pretty noticeable if she’s been giving too much of herself to others and letting herself be drained. In high school, she’d come home and have to nap for an hour or 3 depending on the day just to recover from the constant negativity she took on from all her “friends”. She still finds herself in that state pretty often, though not as bad nowadays as she’s trying to learn healthy boundaries.

Personality:

Sheridan is very openhearted and kind. Often way too trusting and forgiving for her own good despite having very good intuition. She’s very quick to inquire how others are but brushes off when asked about herself and quickly redirects. She’s very comfortable when it comes to taking care of others since she had a sick mom to take care of all throughout childhood. It’s instinct for her to see if anyone needs anything and she’s ended up flustered many a time by accidentally asking “are you ok?” or “do you need anything?” since if she drifts off or gets bored it’ll pop out sometimes after living with her mom for so long.

She’s also an Empath, meaning she feels what others do and experiences their emotions as her own. She tends to have her guard up a little, she doesn't want to accidentally get too much of someone unless they're ready to give it, but she also doesn't want to leave someone in crisis. She...has a bad habit of attracting people who use her as an emotion dumping ground and letting them stay way too long.

Sheridan feels like her whole purpose is to help others. Like it's all she's good for. She's really struggling to learn that selfish isn't a dirty word and that she's allowed to want things too and to get upset and that what she says is worth listening to.

Easy to think about, but hard to put into practice. She's learned when people ignore her or especially talk over her to quiet down. 'Clearly they just really need to talk right? I didn't have anything important to add anyway." Or so her thought process typically goes.

She tends to be shy at first but if given positive reinforcement and encouragement she’ll slowly warm up. She does best in intimate, small groups.

Seems like she doesn’t have a sense of humor but is actually pretty funny now and then. She just has to feel comfortable enough to crack jokes in the first place.

People tend to look at her in shock if she curses since when she’s first meeting people and in the warming up phase, she seems very polite, kind, and innocent to a fault.

Easily flustered, especially by teasing. Any person she’s even a little bit attracted to she’ll likely be at least a little pink, fidgety and sheepish. It doesn’t take much either. Corner her, pin her, or even just direct eye contact could be enough to make her go red. She’s hopeless in that regard since she’s very inexperienced.

Severely touch starved but way too scared of rejection to initiate or confess as much so she just kinda suffers in silence.

An easy crier. Cries at the drop of a hat. Even when angry, she cries because no matter what she’s hurting to be angry at all given it’s typically very rare for her to begin with. Feeling what everyone around her does has led to her being a every emotional person in her own right.

Hobbies:

Enjoys acting and performing more than anything, even though she’s yet to be cast as a lead or anything major except in her theatre final, where she got to play Doris from Fame. One of her favorite roles. She loved participating in high school at her musical theatre program and did stage crew all the way up to 11th grade when she finally made it in and got to be in first the ensemble and then lead ensemble the following year. She often gets typecast as the “cute one” or child roles thanks to being 4’9 and being very accommodating and kind.

Somewhat hand in hand with acting and performing, but singing. Gets stage fright occasionally but is able to push through it.

Reading body language is something else she finds very fun, but she never voices it without explicit consent. She likes to people-watch in Shibuya and guess their lives inwardly to keep herself fresh.

Plays video games very often, especially RPGs as well as reading to escape her troubles. It’s a great way to combat loneliness and also not think for a while, to lose herself in another world.

Writes as well, to vent her negative thoughts. Typically through a fanfiction blog for x reader fandom and kpop content in 2nd person. A bit shy about voicing it though. Has original ideas and has started a book but trying to build her own world and the magic system has proven a bit difficult.

Reading supernatural romance novels. Her favorite genre since the worlds and characters are typically very immersive and serve as great escape potential. Loves to find a corner, make sure she's completely alone, and voice act the characters as she reads. Y'know, like a nerd.

Likes to bake, especially different types of cookies. It’s a great stress reliever. She has several video game recipes she wants to try to learn though. Particularly the butterscotch cinnamon pie from Undertale and sea-salt ice cream from Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days.

Binging guilty pleasure shows. Loves laughing at trashy reverse harems with friends like Diabolik Lovers to both appreciate the hotness of the designs and voice acting and also how awful the characters are as people. Doesn’t mind thirsting over toxic vampires, but obviously only in fiction.

Anxiety:

Mental Health: Not great, though most likely wouldn't guess so. She'd much rather help others, see what they need than have them focus on her. She's very much not used to that and doesn't know how to react.

(Important Note! Please do NOT feel pressured to include anything below in our rp and if you ever need a specific thing added as a trigger tag do let me know! My Trigger tag format is Trigger; ______ if you need to block any! I'm open to it of course, given I included them in my form I just want to make sure everyone I roleplay with has the tools to tailor the experience to them and feel secure.

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She tends to have panic attacks thanks to severe arachnophobia and it can take her a solid hour to work up the courage to try and kill one, typically while she's crying and whimpering to herself to "breathe Sheridan, that's it breathe…"

She tends to get bouts of social anxiety. When she's acting it's fine because she's not her, and the same for if she's in an intimate group.

But especially if someone starts yelling at her? She'll likely freeze and then look to run away before the person sees her crying. She can't stop shaking and can barely breathe. It's awful and a huge trigger for her. Even if it's not directed at her she'll still panic.

Also suffers from driver’s anxiety. Still only has her permit since she hasn’t found anyone who can put her at ease enough and that she wouldn’t be embarrassed to break down with.

Asperger's Syndrome/Autism Spectrum Disorder:

High functioning but a big person to hyper-fixate and jump from one fixation to another especially when in a bad headspace. Can become obsessed and may need to be gently pulled back/ forced outside.

Stims, mainly physically. Squirms before sleep mainly because her brain won't shut off.

Soft/smooth stims are her favorite anxiety soothers.

Has a rainbow bear with purple eyes she's had since childhood that is a stim she uses to calm from panic.

Clutches her necklace; an Undertale plaque that reads in white text '*a determined soul' and has the rainbow SOUL hearts above it. Uses it as a source of strength.

Bounces her leg when she can but has mainly learned to force herself to stop.

Only does this one when not around her mom since both share the same stim and her Mom said it made her nauseous.

Depression:

Frequent intrusive negative thought spirals and suicidal ideation. Thoughts of self-harm, in a similar vein, though she’d never act on it.

Unfortunately, knowing they’re irrational doesn’t stop the thoughts from happening way too often for her liking.

Her becoming overwhelmed by her emotions and breaking down for 3 hours is commonplace, as is her ghosting for way too long. A bad habit because she doesn't want to burden anyone when she’s not even able to be there for them.

Basically, if she isn’t serving others she feels she shouldn’t exist at all but she’s trying to understand she has worth all on her own.

Eating Issues:

Body dysmorphia with her weight. She tends to not eat often and even if urged she hates that she has to force herself and typically puts herself down which can lead to a spiral if she’s not careful.

Sometimes she's fine. But even when "fine" she'll typically have something small like a muffin, and a 1/4 of dinner and that's all she'll eat.

She snacks because she doesn't have to think when she eats it if she's distracted. Things like popcorn, pocky, or pretzels are her go-to's.

Kind of wants someone to be able to care enough to notice inwardly and maybe text her to see when and what she's last eaten but doesn't ever want to emotionally dump like others do to her because she doesn't want to be a burden or pitied.

CPTSD:

She had her first emotion flashback recently having to do with her abuser and has been shaken ever since, trying to deal with it on her own. Yelling is a trigger for her, especially when paired with degradation.

Forced "civility" as well.

There was a period while her mother was unaware of the extent of the abuse given Sheridan was still trying to protect her. Over the course of 3 years nothing but good night and good morning, passive-aggressive and snide comments of "aren't you going to say hi/bye/thank you/your welcome?" anytime she was too crippled by anxiety/fear to look at him, let alone speak was the norm.

Relationships:

None yet! Just let me know if anyone wants to be added and I’ll happily do so! <3

[ussgallifrey]

Up On The Housetop

✦ Summary: You meet him in the most peculiar of ways. Or, the five times Bucky was incapable of using a door and the one time he was. ✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader ✦ Warnings: Mentions of violence ✦ Word Count: 2.1k ✦ Author’s Note: I was listening to Christmas music when I had this hysterical image of Bucky crashing through a window as the song played in my head. It sparked this. 

01. Journey Coffee House, Midtown Manhattan - November 13, 2026

You're already running late for work when you enter the busy cafe. The downpour outside had spurred you on in search of something warm. Anything to get your day moving in a better direction after the failed alarm and lack of matching scrubs to wear. There's a line wrapped around the front tables, stopping with you directly off to the side of the front doors.

If you bought the boss's usual order, you might be able to smooth this right over. As the minutes tick by and the line slowly eases forward, you're praying for a miracle to get you off the hook for being so late. By the time you make it down to the hospital, you'll be at least fifteen minutes behind. Maybe a few chocolate scones would need to be bought to make it pass with the head nurse.

"Oh my god," someone behind you says before the sharp crash of glass against the floor has the place thrown into a panic.

Screams ring out as a fight rages on, only feet away from you. A soaking wet mess of black tactical trying to pull some freak in neon green off his back.

They're clambering for control over broken glass shards, sending patrons scattering in the moment. With your back pressed up against the still intact window, the men struggle past you. Before the one in black sends the other down by throwing him into a table. It splits in half with the sudden weight. And then he's on top of the guy in green.

You let the breath you were holding in finally release. The man stands up, bruised and worse for wear as he sheepishly surveys the damage. And then he's hauling the other guy off the floor and out into the downpour of the street. 

It takes you a full hour to get to work and by that point news footage of the Avengers fighting has taken over the TV at the nurse's station. A video pans across the devastation to show the Winter Soldier dragging the wannabe villain down the street.

02. Bank of America, Lower Manhattan - November 21

This week has Saturday as your one day to get all the errands done. Which, unfortunately, means going in to pay off a portion of your bank loan. Ever since last winter when the major storm in January took out your furnace and busted a water pipe in the apartment above you, things had been unbearably tight in the financial sense. But it was almost paid off, a damn year later.

You're almost finished up with the teller when a series of gunshots ring out in the open lobby. 

A startled scream escapes your throat as the world grows hazy. Surrounded by a group of guards stands a masked man. He's saying something, but you can't really hear it with the hot wave of terror running through your veins. But as people start dropping to the ground, you're quick to follow.

If it was just a robbery, there wouldn't be all the theatrics. But it seems the main guy ranting in the center of the room has a personal vendetta against this particular bank - just your luck, of course. He's got a gun pointed at an employee in a blue suit, something about past employment being vehemently spat out.

A guard pulls your purse in search of valuables - he'll be lucky if he finds anything. Maybe a handful of quarters for the vending machine and a few dollars rolling around in an otherwise empty wallet.

And then there's a burst of glass. Shielding your eyes as the decorative ceiling falls in, you hear the drop of boots on the marble floor. And then punching, shouting, more shooting. You dare a peak, finding a flash of red and black wings. Curling in further to make yourself as small as possible between the wooden divider of the teller's booth.

A final punch brings heavy breaths and then… silence. Slowly bringing your head up, you see two of the Avengers wiping blood from their mouths as they round up the group of robbers. Another rush of team members follows shortly after as they check for damage.

The Winter Soldier meets your silent gaze and he gives you a funny look in return. A small quirk of his lips as he recognizes you from the cafe just a week prior. And oddly enough, you feel yourself smiling back before an agent walks over to check you for injuries. He's already gone once you've been cleared to go.

03. Brooklyn Hospital's Emergency Department, Brooklyn - December 4

Things have been relatively calm for a Friday. Enough time in between patients gives you and a few of the other nurses a chance to put up more of the usual decorations. Snowflake garland along the main desk. A small tree in the waiting room. Stockings behind the nurse's station bearing the names of the main residents. 

"Hey, Sara? Can you hand me another one?" You ask, balancing rather haphazardly on a desk chair as you press red and green ornament stickers onto the window.

The automatic doors slide open with a rush of cold air and a loud amount of bickering. Hopping down, you catch the sight of dark crimson as two figures rush towards the desk.

"'m fine," the one says.

"Like hell you are," the other barks, seemingly holding the majority of the bleeding man's weight.

There's a flurry of people as the one is brought back to a room. 

"Yeah," Sam Wilson sighs with a heavy hand against his forehead, "He jumped from the thirty-first floor."

You gape, amazed that anyone could survive that fall - let alone walk after it. And then your brain clicks together when you realize who the two men are.

Your name is shouted from the first exam room by the doctor on call, "All hands on deck!"

In an instant, you're there with three other nurses, applying pressure to the main lacerations. Squeezing down on the right forearm as the doctor applies pressure to the massive wound on the inner thigh, the Winter Soldier groans.

And then he blinks as another nurse tries to place an oxygen mask on him before he loses consciousness. He tries to bat at it with his metal hand to little avail. But then he seems to meet your gaze. 

"'Course you'd be here."

And he laughs. He collapses back as he full-on laughs.

04. Flatbush Shopping Center, Boerum Hill - December 17

The mall is pleasantly warm but far too crowded for your taste. However, you're desperately scouring for a secret Santa gift for the Christmas Party and you've all but ran out of options before it starts in four hours. The opportunity hadn't presented itself until today, as you covered shifts and worked the graveyard hours more often than you would have liked.

It took enough energy just to throw your scrubs in the wash and eat a microwave meal before collapsing on your bed. You certainly hadn't had the energy left to actually shop. But now your time had run out and you were only allotted a few more hours before something had to be wrapped and delivered.

The crazed holiday shoppers don't fully overpower the sparkling decor, yet. The arches of garland, the silver and gold tinsel bells, the giant lighted candy canes. It's a nice change of pace from the homemade decor at the emergency room. And it smells better too, something warm and sweet wafting through the mall from Auntie Anne's. 

And then there's a cracking and shattering spray of glass as a fight breaks out. Somehow, you're not even surprised by who you see. A flash of dark hair and gleaming metal as a jingling green elf is tackled to the ground. 

A crowd's forming, phone's raised to try and capture the Winter Soldier attacking one of Santa's elves. But a spread of security guards is holding everyone back. You almost want to roll your eyes, but you can't help the smile appearing on your face. 

When it's all over and the police are toting a bruised man in elf ears through the mall, he spots you still standing by the escalator with an amused smirk on your lips.

He hides his grin as he pushes his hair back behind his ear. And then, he's actually walking over to you.

Somehow, you can't help what comes out as he stops in front of you.

"So, what's with you and glass?"

He barks a laugh and it surges right to your heart. 

05. Cranberry Street Apartments, Brooklyn Heights - December 24

The radio crackles on the kitchen counter as you finish another tray of cookies. A classic Christmas station guiding you through the late night as you strive to get that second batch done. The first had been horrifically burned on the bottom and you were ready to prove your baking skills to your family tomorrow. 

Your apartment is well decorated this time. A little here and there over the past year led to even more lights for the windows and a decent sized tree by the computer desk. You'd even managed to buy some fairy lights for above the bed, but they were definitely staying up the full year-round.

As you slide the last few cookies onto the wire rack for cooling, the radio switches over to another song.

"Up on the housetop, reindeer pause / Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus / Down through the chimney with lots of toys / All for the little ones, Christmas joys!"

You hum along, gliding across the kitchen floor. Tapping the carrot noses of your two small ceramic snowmen on the countertop.

And then… a crack of glass.

You freeze as your living room window shatters into a mess of glittering tiny blue shards. Two bodies tumble in, over the top of your couch, crashing into your coffee table and breaking it in half with the combined weight. 

Stumbling backwards into the fridge, you sink down to the floor as punches are thrown. Watching in horror as your apartment is shredded to pieces.

A broken wooden leg from the remnants of your table is used as a weapon for the Winter Soldier against a faceless enemy. It collapses onto your floor as the victor's chest heaves with deep breaths.

And then he turns, face speckled with bright red blood as he finally takes you in.

"Seriously?" you squeak from your small position on the floor.

He stands with a groan. Rubbing his hand on the back of his neck with a sheepish expression. Eyes shining with something sweet and amusing.

Moving from your spot on the kitchen floor, you offer him a fresh-baked cookie. He seems hesitant, considering the unbelievable circumstances of his appearance. But you insist. He perches on your lone barstool as you wait for the authorities to arrive to collect another bad guy.

Warm cookies and laughs shared easily between you. And despite how it happened, it's marked down as one of your best Christmas Eves to date.

+ 01. Cranberry Street Apartments, Brooklyn Heights - December 31

There's a nervous rap of knuckles against your front door. Pulling yourself from the kitchen, you hesitantly open the door - expecting another person from Stark's insurance team to tie up the loose ends of your claim. But instead, you're met with sweet blue eyes and a small smile.

Opening the door all the way, you lean against the frame as Bucky holds out a single white rose.

"Just wanted to say sorry, again," he laments as you take the flower, holding it close to your chest.

You let a laugh slip from your lips, "Like I told you the other night, not your fault. Though I am concerned about your habit of coming in through windows."

He laughs as you raise your brows with a bright gleam.

"To be fair, I did use your door this time."

You give a nod, feeling the flutter of excitement in your belly. "You did. Very commendable. Should make a habit of it."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he rocks back on the balls of his feet. And you become acutely aware that you're still holding this conversation in the open hallway of your apartment building.

"Yeah?" He quips after a moment, "Does that apply to all doors or… or just yours?"

There's a pleasant thrum in your head as your heart sings sweetly in your chest. Holding out a hand, warm fingers tentatively take yours as you bring him inside your apartment. The promise of something new and exhilarating to bring in the new year as he squeezes your hand for the first time.

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The second little kiss

A/n: this was literally so hard to end. I must be out of practice cause it took me way longer than it should have to actually finish. So like whatever. It’s all fluff. Part two of the Little Kiss series. I made a choice.

Pairing- Steve x Fem!reader

Warnings: can stupid endings be warning? No? Okay. Then none. It’s all fluff.

You sit alone in the common room, having a much needed moment of quiet. The cup of coffee warms your constantly cold hands. This is one of the rare moments where you are completely alone, no questions, no worried teammates, no talking.

The upcoming mission was a month away, but before that, you had coordinated a reconnaissance mission. It’s go day was tomorrow and both you and Steve had been incredibly busy with preparation and protocols.

It was 6pm. The day finally done, you had slipped away from the crowded offices and into the empty common room. The quiet was wonderful. You had to prep yourself for the intense day that was ahead of you. You close your eyes and start to focus on your breathing. And then, your phone dings in your pocket. Annoyed, you pull it out to look at who was asking a probably stupid question. But instead, it was Steve. He had sent you a simple request.

“Meet me in the lobby. 15 minutes.”

You were surprised. You’re relationship with Steve had been growing slowly. Mainly due to the increased schedule for the mission, but also because Steve took things slow, wooing you over the course of two months. Little post it notes on your computer or desk, fresh made coffee in the morning, a little squeeze of your hand in his, a tiny little peck on the cheek or forehead. As you made your way down to the lobby, you smiled a little. You didn’t know the last time someone took this much time to romance you. Probably never, if you were being honest.

Steve was waiting for you in the lobby, wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a navy blue button up. When you approached, his eyes lit up, and he smiled. Which made you smile and pick up your speed a little bit. When you got to him, he wrapped you up in his arms, literally sweeping you off your feet. You laughed like a little girl, and Steve laughed with you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his face buried in your hair. You’re head rested on his chest, wholly enjoying the embrace.

“I’m so tired. Today was probably one of the longest days of my life.” You replied, right against his bicep. He released his hold, but you stayed close. He was comforting and warm. Your little bay in a raging storm. Steve looked down at you.

“You ready?” You nodded and unfolded yourself from Steve. He offered his arm, and you, giggling, weaved yours through.

Steve led you through the bustling streets of the city, keeping you close. You didn’t struggle to keep up, much to Steve’s delight. You were an absolute wonder to Steve. You were constantly going, running here and there, doing anything and everything you could. You were a whirlwind of activity. He marveled at how easily you made it seem. And the fact that you were able to keep up with him so easily made you even more attractive.

You two had been walking for about ten minutes when you finally reached your destination. A small cafe with dark windows and vintage lamps. You looked up at Steve.

“Here?” The question made you sound like a child. Steve’s face grew into a smile and nodded.

“It’s nice. You’ll like it.”

You shrugged and smiled. Steve led the way in. The cafe was small and cozy, with plush arm chairs lined the walls in pairs with small tables and lamps between them. In the back of the cafe was a old jukebox, with a little dance floor around it. Steve led you to the back, and put some quarters in. He looked at the list, but hardly recognized anything. When he looked back at you, smiling to yourself and taking in the cafe, he chose the best one to put his feelings to music; Close to You, by The Carpenters. As the music slowly started, Steve pulled you into his arms. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes as you swayed back and forth.

You actually hated the song. You didn’t really know why, it was just one of those songs that had grated on you since the second you heard it. But here, in this moment, with the one man in the universe whom loved you wholly, the song was something special. You smiled and laid your head on his broad chest. This moment of respite during such a long and busy time solidified just how much you two needed each other. As the song, which seemed to last eternity, finally faded, Steve dipped and kissed you.

It was clear by how deep the kiss was that both you and Steve had missed and craved each other’s touch. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone else in the cafe, minus the quiet staff, because you were both quickly overwhelmed by physical desire. Hands in hair and arms tightening around your waist only pushed you both further until you pulled away, if only to refill with oxygen. Panting, Steve rested his forehead on yours. He smiled a half smile as he watched your chest heave and your face settle. When you opened your eyes, there were his ocean blues and his dumb smirking face.

“What’re you smirking’ at?” You asked, smirking yourself.

He kissed your nose and said,

“Just you. Thinking about how lucky I got.”

“Ugh you’re being so gross!” You teased, holding his dumb grinning face so he couldn’t pull away. His smile is big and bold and full of love. You squish his cheeks in your hands and he poofs them out like a chipmunk. His hands rest on your waistline and yours rest on his shoulders. He glances at his watch and looks at you.

“Come on. We have a couple for stops before we’re done for the night.”

“Oh okay! You lead and I’ll follow.” The smile you gave him could’ve stopped a bullet. Steve took you by the hand and led you out of the cafe.

The streets were much less crowded than they were fifteen minutes ago. You could walk at a more leisurely pace, and Steve even slung his arm around your shoulders. Whenever you looked at him, he was so relaxed, so happy. Was this really all cause of you? Impossible.

Steve seemed to sense your thoughts and looked at you.

“You wanna piggyback?”

Now that you though about it...your feet did kind of hurt.

“Yes, please.” And with that he stooped and you climbed onto his back monkey style. You pepper light kisses along his ears and the side of his face. You two are like teenagers. All puppy love and shared sundaes. And it was perfect. For now, at least.

[another-sonic-blog]

Her

AU: Everyone thought that Amy and Shadow had met each other  for the first time on the A.R.K along side Sonic and the others. To their own surprise, that wasn't the first time they had met... they actually met  more than 50 years ago in the A.R.K.

      He looked at her, wondering how was he able to feel so comfortable around her. He watched her from afar, smiling as she made coffee for her clients. He sat down and enjoyed the sound of the rain crashing against the concrete.

It has been a while.

Although Shadow had no memory of his past, a girl named Maria always crossed his mind.

.

50 years ago, on the A.R.K, a small Shadow ran through the corridors of the space ship as a tiny Maria followed him.

"I'll catch you Shadow!" Maria told him as she got close to him. She noticed that he stopped mid-track, his eyes looking at someone else from a distance.

Maria smiled teasing Shadow, "Stop being so shy, go talk to her!" Maria encouraged him.

" I can't", Shadow said in a whisper, trying to talk as low as possible so she wouldn't notice him looking at her.

"If you don't do it, I'll do it for you!" Maria then pushed Shadow out of the corner he was watching her.

On that instant, Maria screamed on top of her lungs, "HEY! HE LIKES YOU!"

.

"Shadow?"

Shadow's thought was interrupted as he saw Amy in front of him.

"I didn't expect to see you here at my cafe," Amy said. "I hope you enjoy it."

Shadow took a second to respond to her. "It is quite good."

Amy hesitated to ask but did it anyway. "Is it ok if I seat with you?"

Shadow was taken back by her request but nodded in approval. It was strange for her as well. She didn't know much about Shadow, nor cared about his past. However, she found herself enjoying his company.

"I know its a bit strange but for some strange reason, I've always enjoyed your company," Amy said as she watched the rainfall. "It may be because we both don't remember our past...I find it a bit comforting knowing that there's someone like me."

"You...don't know about your past either?" Shadow was baffled. Actually, now that he thinks about it, he didn't know much about Amy. He never took the time to talk to her, although the pink one always intrigued him.

"I don't... I just remember waking up in a forest...I was lost but to my luck, Sonic found me a day later." Amy said as she took a sip of her coffee. "He cared for me and I followed him everywhere...and after that everything is history."

"You never looked for answers?"

"My past doesn't define me and besides, why look for the past when I have the future right in front of me?" Amy looked around at her cafe, proud of her progress.

Shadow was taken back and a few seconds passed in complete silence and Amy decided to speak a bit more. "So why are you here Shadow? I don't really see you."

"To be honest, I don't even know myself... I just felt like...I needed to see you today."

.

"Shadow, you need to tell her now! She's leaving to earth in an hour and you may not see her in a long time!"

Maria took off her oxygen mask, and even though she was weak from all treatments she was going through, she still encourages Shadow to go to her.

"No, it's alright, she really wanted to see you and she told me before that she won't forgive me if I left your side." Shadow held Maria's hand, Shadow knew perfectly well that Maria was in a delicate state. Any moment, Maria's health could deteriorate and they were so afraid that just from one moment to the other they could find her lifeless.

"Shadow...I just don't want you to regret it later." Maria said almost whispering.

"Don't worry, once we go to earth I will tell her...I promise."

Shadow held that promise deep in his heart. Really wishing that they will meet soon.

.

"...Today is my birthday actually." Amy smiled a bit awkward.

"Your birthday?"

"Well, I don't know exactly when my birthday is but a few years ago today Sonic found me in the woods." Amy took a moment to re-image her first encounter with the blue one.

"Today was the first time I woke up on earth."

Amy stopped drinking from her coffee as soon as she heard Shadow said those words.

"What a strange... coincidence."

.

"I am sorry to say that the capsule that was departing from A.R.K. to earth yesterday encountered technical difficulties that led to the destruction of the entire capsule. No survivors were counted."

Shadow wasn't able to hear anything after that. His world crumbled as he kept the pain inside. Maria didn't know, she will wouldn't be able to take it if she knew that she was dead.

Even now for Shadow, he didn't believe it. He refused to believe it.

He promised Maria that he was going to tell her. He promised himself that he was going to tell her.

HE PROMISED-

BAM! BAM!

Shadow began to run to look for Maria, G.U.N's agents had infiltrated the A.R.K. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her, he promised her he was going to take care of Maria.

and he was planning to keep it.

.

"I am a failure."

Shadow's words caught Amy off guard.

"Excuse me?"

"It's nothing...I should get going." Shadow had to admit that he was embarrassed that he let himself say that in front of her.

He stood up from his chair as it made an uncomfortable sound.

He walked away fast, wanting to be alone.

He went outside and he felt his body adjust to the coldness. His eyes focused on the snow and how it beautifully sparkled as it fell down the dark night.

One view he wishes he could share with Maria...with her.

That shadow that was somehow in his memories... a warm shadow that he felt close too. He always felt like he was looking for something...but what? The one thing he was looking for all this time but couldn't find.

That shadow that he wish he at least remember the face of.

"Shadow, wait!"

He recognized that voice, he turned around to find Amy without breath, chasing after him. He didn't realize that he walked so far away from her shop.

"I don't think you are a failure."

Shadow turned his body completely around, facing the pink hedgehog in disbelief.

"I think you are the most special being on earth...in the universe! You are really strong! and not because you saved the earth but because you put your past away and became someone new..." Amy took a deep breath, taking the courage she needed.

"Shadow, I believe in you!"

.

"I am a failure... You will be the one to change the world Shadow!" She smiled gladly at him. Watching the earth from Space Colony A.R.K.

"I don't think you are a failure... without you, I wouldn't be here... You are the reason why I am alive...you are so important. I don't think..." Shadow made a pause and looked down at his feet. "I don't think I can meet everyone's expectation."

"No, you can't" She held Shadow's hand as she blushed lightly at the black hedgehog. "You won't meet their expectation...you will exceed them! Shadow, I believe in you!"

.

A few seconds passed where they didn't say anything. Amy was trembling as she had forgotten to put it on when she ran to caught Shadow.

Shadow took off his jacket and placed it on Amy's shoulders. He just nodded at her and walked away.

Amy just stood there, smelling the intense cologne that came from his jacket. That's all she needed, she knew that Shadow wasn't one of the words but his actions spoke for him.

She smiled as she saw Shadow disappeared into the darkness, knowing well she will see him again.

Shadow walked slowly, overwhelm at this own thoughts. For a second, he felt complete. Like he had found the thing he was looking for all of this time.

He didn't know the feeling but was content at having it. He will see her again, just to make sure that his thoughts weren't confusing him.

He was getting his hopes up, and he didn't care anymore. That shadow that was warm and was always with him supporting him. One of the reasons for him to be, the reason he was still there. The thing he was looking for all of this time...

It was her.

[rayj-drash]

Berlin Sketches pt 1

by T. Frank

My grandmother cannot fathom entering Germany. She was a child of the Great Depression and lived through the war safely from the Catskill Mountains of New York while her husband fixed radios on home turf. However, Germany represents a taboo in history for my grandparents as Jews. They would no sooner visit the Brandenberg Gate than they would try scuba diving without an oxygen tank.

 I constantly reflect on the trusted feeling of Home since I lived in Berlin for six weeks in fall of 2018. Previously, the longest trip I took was a ten-day tour of Israel through the organization Birthright: from the peak of a mountain overlooking three desert countries, to the crowded rush of the Jerusalem shuk, and my aversion to a display of American-Israeli nationalism on a military campus. The scenes and feelings form a whirlwind of hazy memories, much like any experience on new land. 

A few days after I arrived back in the Bay Area, I sat in Strawberry Creek Park watching the sun go down and the light blue sky grow faint as night approached, seeking those moments of "awe" that came so suddenly in Berlin. This bright green park reminded me of the open recreational space I loved over there, even though the grass was literally greener on this side of the pond!  I distinctly remember the moment when I scarcely had to look up at the street signs and felt like whichever path I took, I would find my way. Nevertheless, five months ago, I had sent in an application for an unusual art residency, an immersion into the study of grief. I reflected on those periods of my life that had led to some of my deepest creations. Drawings of cancer cells and lungs, struggles to breathe and heal in the midst of choking emotion, flowers and vines winding through the dark themes. I yearned to express my observations of the world through whatever moved me, again.

~~~~~

The journey to Berlin was a three-legged trip with two layovers, leaving Friday evening and arriving at 10:00PM on Saturday. A huge, crowded economy flight, cheap and minimal. I tried to rest as the crew turned off all lights on board. No sooner did I close my eyes than it seemed like the sun was creeping over the horizon, and we touched down to a windy, barren tarmac. It was 9:00AM, as all the passengers disembarked in Reykjavik, Iceland, we felt the chill burrowing through our thin layers and shivered.

On the second leg, as the plane glided to the lowlands, I appreciated the bucolic farmland. I was alone in the Copenhagen airport. The crowds in Reykjavik were more diverse, like a burgeoning metropolis.  By contrast, everyone arriving in this Danish terminal looked alike: tall, blond, and, permit me, Aryan. They traveled in clusters of family groups, chatting, gesturing, smiling. I dragged my suitcase past designer boutiques to a desolate, unfinished terminal, where passengers awaited their flights without customary notice; but learned to say, Takk, Danish for "Thank you". When I finally reached Germany, I connected to the U-bahn, the underground subway. The ride was over an hour long, and I gazed at the subterranean signage, lost once more. Until I arrived at Rathaus Neukölln, and my new roommate Shimon met me outside in the rain.

The next day, I left the mattress that our hostess Amelia had set up on the floor, staggering about with jet lag. Luckily there's oatmeal, my favorite companion. Shimon and his friend Devorah from Tel Aviv are home. We discuss the neighborhood. ‘What if I get terribly lost, not only physically, but mentally, too?’ I thought. ‘Is this a dream? Why am I so far from anyplace I know?’ Devorah suggested a walk to the canal, with a Sunday flea market. Late afternoon, I ventured outdoors and discovered a slice of paradise.

At the end of the block, a large mosaic mural adorned a staircase which I took to have the impression of a rooftop. A large concrete lot surrounded a beautiful community garden. Raised flower beds were home to a bounty of colorful flowers, tall green vegetables grew under the sunshine and painted poles flanked handmade structures. I spotted a concrete ping-pong table, and mustered up the courage to join two men playing. One of them wore a baseball cap with "Cal" emblazoned in blue and yellow; by chance, he attended law school at UC Berkeley, and lived several blocks away from me! After a few rounds of ping-pong, the Germans drank beer and suggested that I check out a nearby landmark before sunset.

Cheered, I walked along and found an "I Love SF" sweatshirt at a pop-up flea market. More surprises awaited. I heard music, and pushed aside brambles to emerge in Hasenheide Park, where a large circle of guitarists and drummers jammed for casual onlookers. I saw an ornate mosque with blue and gold trim, a wide courtyard, and an outdoor faucet for washing hands or drinking cool, crisp water. Next door was Tempelhof Field. A former airport utilized during World War Two to fly-in supplies from the West, the unused tarmac was reinvented as an open recreational wonderland. I entered the gates and was met with flocks of activity: bicyclists, joggers, even a pair doing synchronized roller-skating. Dry, dull grass covered the fields, but a victory garden shined under the setting sun, and the barista of an on-site cafe recommended finding a good perch. 

I joined two boys from Afghanistan, Hasan and Muhamed, watching the sky from tall ladder-seats. Muhamed and I grinned, struggling to hold a conversation between the lack of a common language. Google helped, but broken English got us farther. "Do you know there are still American police in my country?,” he exclaimed. My conscience bristling, I say that most people do not speak of the Afghan-American war anymore. The sun set in deep purple and vivid pink hues. Hasan saw my eyes light up at the sight of his bicycle, and offered me a ride--so, I sat sideways on the frame, clutching his black leather jacket, and answering "Ya" when asked, "Alles Gut?"until I grimaced from discomfort and Hasan laughed--"Kaput!" The two friends saw me off at a bus stop, and I stumbled on board as the passengers stared.

~~~~~

The following Monday, I walked twenty minutes from the apartment to arrive in front of a white-painted gallery, and no one around. Feeling nervous that the entire program was a hoax (just like my parents thought when they read the acceptance letter from the dubious-sounding organization),  I noticed a middle-aged man at a computer in the corner. I knocked on the window, and he let me inside. Here was a room devoid of decoration, save for a long rectangular table and six chairs, three of which were filled by women. Soon, another man entered the room and offered tea, introducing himself as our "mentor". We never referred to him by any name other than his own, even when I suggested “Alek”. He's over six feet tall, shaved head, and wore all black from his long-sleeved turtleneck to his sturdy dress shoes.

The participants introduced themselves. Sarah researched environmental grief, such as the devastation left behind from man-made disasters. Gwen studied grief theories in graduate school. Jasmine hoped to connect to refugees of war. And Sara--no error, there are two--prepared to make an installation honoring a departed friend. Linda would join us the following afternoon and plunge into an exploration of feeling othered through found objects. After we went over studio policies, we shared a bit on why we study grief, bringing several girls to tears. It felt like a group therapy session--and it wouldn't be the last. 

~~~~~

Dear Talya, Gone to synagogue. It's a short walk from the canal. I forget the street name-'Pflug'-something. Come join me for Yom Kippur services. Love, Devorah. Without consulting a map, I asked for directions from three different shopkeepers to find the synagogue. Luckily, they understood English and didn’t express unsavory reactions to my Jewish-ness. Once I found the path parallel to the Canal, the temple came into view: a large building curving around a tranquil block, with stained glass windows and a grand façade. Security officers were stationed outside, and I was screened before entering. "Are you Jewish?" they ask.. "Yes." Unmoved, they question, "Do you pray?" 

In August, I went to Washington, DC for my cousin’s wedding. Her family and friends are modern orthodox, or, religious. The day before the wedding, we were in shul for Shabbat services. During the long morning prayers, I read the English version of the Torah portion. The text alluded to the treatment of rape by virtue of marriage or the punishment of execution. By coincidence, this was the same chapter I studied for my Bat Mitzvah twelve years ago, but I must have been too young to grasp such explicit content. I left the room and spent the rest of services out in the hallway, tending to the potted plants as a distraction. 

Did I pray? Not willfully on that day in the synagogue. Internally, yes, throughout my life: the inner dialogue between my spirit and the spirit of a G-d. But in practice, only with family over Shabbat blessings. So I answered, "No. But my Israeli friend is in there, can I go in?" 

Yom Kippur services were surprisingly welcoming in Germany. Although the congregation was divided amongst the men and women, the dress code was more relaxed (jeans, white t-shirts), and several of the men held babies on their shoulders as the rabbi sang in Hebrew. I found Devorah and stood beside her. I recognized the somber prayer, "Avinu Malkeinu", and it felt no different than my family's congregation. The prayer books here were German on one side, and Hebrew on the other.

 After the ceremony, we passed by plenty of people enjoying the balmy weather at dusk. Devorah was reminded of holidays in her country, riding her bike freely while everyone took time off to relax. Shimon met us to break the fast with noodle phơ. I was lucky to connect with "my people", thousands of miles away from home. As a child, I remember feeling like my relatives’ religious differences divided us. However, my cultural upbringing is something I've retained and appreciate. Joining Israelis in Germany for Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, was akin to sharing a secret amongst friends.

~~~~~

  As the weeks went by, I developed a habit of visiting the community garden, mornings before heading to the studio and nights on my way home. One weekend, I felt antsy as I read a book called The Truth Will Set You Free by Alice Miller. There was a campfire at the garden as they observed summer changing to chilly Autumn. I surveyed the party scene before resting into a corner of a homemade wooden bench under the dim glow from industrial lights around the lot.  Although the setting was not condusive to reading, I was shy to join the group. But, when I repositioned myself next to the fire, it was apparent that these young, hip, multinational guests preferred to speak in English. Rosa asked what I’m doing in Berlin. When I told her I’m studying grief, her voice got excited and she invited her friends into the conversation.

Annika was vivacious and full of life. I noticed her wisps of fuzzy blonde hair, bright in the glow of the fire. She was working on a memoir, and was also the subject of a photoshoot documenting her journey with cancer. As she spoke, I folded a paper crane and gave it to her, provoking a sense of delight. My idea for the residency then was to make a handmade book for participants to share their experiences of grief, and to make origami together. Annika agreed to be interviewed the following week.

~~~~~

I took the S-bahn, the above-ground trolley, several miles northwest where the buildings  are close to the city center. Annika told her story: how, at age 26, she discovered the cancer in her breast and rushed into several months of intensive treatment including antibody therapy, anti-hormone medicine, and chemotherapy. She ultimately received a double mastectomy and chose breast implants. For a month after surgery, Annika couldn't lift her arms over her head. It was painful, but her energy was focused on how to function normally again. Now, she was in recovery, undergoing radiation and daily physical therapy. She wholeheartedly embraced her body, and I felt a mixture of awe and love for her resilience and positive attitude.

I encouraged Annika to leave her mark in a communal scrapbook of stories. She drew a breast in pastel colors with words circling the nipple, such as "soft"-, "round"-, "hope"-, and "loss".- After I left the apartment, I boarded the train and closed my eyes. In the dark, I envisioned a bare, cream-colored orb, shiny and wet, like a peeled lychee fruit. Perhaps, I reasoned, this represented Annika's true self.

Back in the studio, I was at a loss to contribute during our group discussion. I almost broke down, overcome with emotions that arose from the interview. So I took a break from the sterile white walls, and sat under the chestnut tree in the courtyard. I picked up a spiny shell, cracked it open to reveal a creamy-brown belly. I wrote a meditation on the seed of the tree. I reflected on impermanence, on patience, on Annika taking her time to heal yet reveling in every healthy moment. I like taking my time.

"Hey Aleksander," I remarked in the midst of studio time, "Since the interview with Annika, I’ve been feeling down.” My mentor was sitting at a desk, drinking tea and writing in one of his many small notebooks. "Do you feel your own grief surface?," he replied. "No, more like I put myself in her shoes, and feel compassion." He advised, "Keep a journal--one just for yourself, your thoughts and daily experiences. And one for your work in the residency; write down everything you're thinking. It'll help, trust me."

----- Talia Frank lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. She contributes to the Donut Club, an East Bay writer’s group. Visiting Berlin in 2018 inspired a love of community gardens and allowed her to re-examine Judiasm within a global context.

Reach the author: tfrank@cca.edu 

Visual art: www.cargocollective.com/taliafrank

Blog: https://wanderlustblumen.wordpress.com

[voidendron]

Deep Blue Sea: Ch 9

Chapter 9: Playing Hero Subnautica/JSE Egos Crossover

(( psst Jackie & Henrik is literally like my top favorite friendship in the fandom; they’ve just got a sour start for this AU ^^” ))

Warnings: Panic Attacks, Swearing, Drowning Characters: Jackieboy Man, Dr. Schneeplestein, Jameson Jackson POV: Jackieboy Man

Jackie was right over the medical officer’s lifepod. It was so far down…

He ducked his head under the water. His stomach twisted; he couldn’t see anything beneath him. It was pitch black down there.

You’ve got this, he assured himself. Get down to the medical officer. Hopefully he’s still alive down there. Okay, Jackie…now.

Diving straight down was disorienting as the water got darker. The pressure started increasing, forcing deeper breaths from him, making his oxygen levels tick lower faster than he’d have liked. He checked his PDA to make sure he was still going down instead of sideways, had to correct his course when he started swimming away from Pod Twelve.

“Detecting volcanic activity and several unusual electromagnetic signatures in the region. Exercise caution when diving deeper,” his PDA chirped.

…Volcanic activity?

His breath hitched when the ocean floor suddenly erupted with life: Glowing bulbs, a volcanic vent, electric…eels? When the vent went off, the very water itself seemed to come alive with movement around him. The dark water had parted to make room for plantlife and creatures he never could have imagined, the depths keeping them hidden until he was right on top of them.

It was so vastly different from where Seven had landed with its murky water, towering pillars, and honestly? Jackie thought it looked so…dead. It was just sand and Bonesharks.

The two areas weren’t even that far from each other. He couldn’t understand how the seabed had taken such a drastic, lively change in this area.

As much as he wanted to ponder, his PDA chirped a warning for his oxygen levels. The lifepod was right there, it was still giving off light from the inside. He peered in through the top hatch, tapped it with his remaining flare.

Movement from inside. There was water at the bottom of the pod; it was discolored with blood. The occupant had been injured.

Jackie tapped again; the figure inside jolted, tripped over himself in a scramble to both look up through the hatch and curl closer to the side of the pod. The medical officer’s eyes widened when he noticed that Jackie was indeed human and not one of the alien creatures.

Getting the hatch to open was a struggle. He didn’t want too much water to get in and the officer didn’t move to help. The end of his unlit flare ended up snapping off when he was forced to use that for leverage, but it at least held long enough for him to get inside; one of the eels slammed into the hatch the moment it closed above him. He yelped, slipping off the ladder and falling into the shallow water at the bottom.

The officer still hadn’t budged. Jackie could smell sweat and the older man was trembling, breathing rapidly.

Slipping off his mask, Jackie crouched at the other man’s side. “Easy,” he soothed. He had to tear his eyes away from the man’s shredded ankle to meet his gaze. All security personnel had been trained to deal with panic and anxiety attacks, but this had to be the first that Jackie had actually needed to put that training into action. “Breathe with me, okay?”

In.

Out.

“There ya go. Keep breathin’.”

The medical kit was in the water, everything spilled out. There were two fish laying there; one looked dead, the other diseased. The supplies would be contaminated. Wonderful. Jackie hadn’t brought the one from Seven. The officer’s coat was thin, though; he could use the broken part of his flare to make a tear in it. It would have to work for bandages until they could get to a lifepod with a stocked med kit.

Now that he was in a (mostly) dry pod, Jackie was realizing how heavy his hoodie was as water dripped from it. The sopping material stuck to his arms when he tugged it off. It nearly took his glasses with it to be tossed in a corner to be forgotten. His tank top was old and grungy, and he didn’t like that his arms were bare, but he’d rather that than the red hood weigh him down at the wrong time. Or better yet, be a nice handle for one of those creatures to latch onto.

“Who are..?” The medical officer’s breathing had steadied. He was wiping sweat from his brow when Jackie met his eyes again.

“Jackie. You’re uh…Schnee…Schneeplestine, right?”

“Steen,” he corrected. “Schn-neeplestein, yes.” He winced as he shifted and grabbed at his ankle. “Th-that red fish. A scan—does it say is venomous?”

Gaze shifting to the dead fish, Jackie grabbed blindly for the scanner he’d connected at his hip opposite the PDA. No, not venomous, and he answered as such. Schneeplestein sagged with relief.

“Give me your coat. All we can do right now is wrap your leg, and you’re gonna have to settle for usin’ that.”

If things weren’t so serious, Jackie would have let himself feel surprised at how differently the doctor was built from what he’d expect from someone in the position as he shrugged off the coat. Schneeplestein was tall and broad; he looked like he could break a person, not fix them up. Instead, at the back of his mind, Jackie hoped the guy was as strong as he looked. Would be real damn helpful out there.

The thin coat was like tissue paper. The broken end of his flare easily tore a hole in it, and from there his bare hands effortlessly tore it into wide strips.

“Gonna need stitches?”

“Ah…yes, y-yes.”

Jackie helped the other man to the ladder. “How are you at swimming?”

“I can swim perfectly fine.” Was that defensiveness? He couldn’t blame the guy, honestly; he’d found Schneeplestein in the midst of a panic attack. That’s…pretty damn vulnerable.

“Well, mind if I uh…” Jackie glanced at the Seaglide resting against the storage compartment. Jeez did he wish Seven had been equipped with one of those. “I can’t very—”

“How did you get down here if you cannot swim..?”

“Can’t swim well,” he corrected. Then he scratched the back of his neck. “Uh. Lots of floundering and PDA-reminders…”

“…You are going to die out there,” Schneeplestein muttered.

“Says the guy who would’ve hyperventilated ‘til his pod ran outta air.” Jackie flicked the meter matter-of-factly; it had fallen close to the red already. He’d guess there was also a leak somewhere for it to have ticked down so low already.

Waiting for the pod to slowly fill seemed to take so much longer than it had in Seven. Then again, he didn’t have a cranky officer getting snippy with him when he’d left his own pod. Jackie just had to remind himself that the attitude was warranted. This was no time to be happy-go-lucky, and maybe the guy acted more civil when his life wasn’t on the line. Don’t be too upset with him, he reminded himself.

The pod finally filled and two made their dash to get away from the eels.

An agonizingly slow ascent to the surface. The doctor would periodically grab for his ankle with a wince or sharp outtake of air that forced bubbles from his mask (a hiss, if Jackie was to guess); the salt water had to feel great on that wound. Ouch. He was a good swimmer, though. Even with the Seaglide, Jackie had a hard time keeping up. It was hard to balance the thing when he had a broken flare in one hand and kept grabbing for his PDA with the other.

Schneeplestein was looking at coordinates, pointing out a pod that would be on the way to the nearest floating one. Okay, looked like Seventeen would be their next stop.

Surfacing, both pushing their masks up, the officer pointed in the direction of Seventeen. “Is not far now,” he panted. They’d been swimming at an angle toward Seventeen and up at the same time. They could see sand and red grass beneath them now.

Jackie changed his grip on the Seaglide after both pushed their masks back down, let their oxygen refill, and went back under.

A part of the ship had broken away and settled to the seabed. He couldn’t tell what area it was, not now that it lay torn apart and the entrances nowhere in sight. In the near distance them, the shape of Lifepod Seventeen stood out among the grass.

A shape was swimming frantically some way away from them, but their fight was slowly dying.

Jackie gestured wildly to the survivor. The drowning survivor.

Both men took off toward them.

It was Schneeplestein to get to the survivor first; their fight had stopped by then. They didn’t so much as twitch in the officer’s grasp as the man held them around the waist with one arm and kicked for the surface.

When they surfaced, Jackie recognized the man. JJ! It was the cafe owner!

The doctor looked lost. “I…I need solid ground! We need to get him to Five!”

“Goddamn—he’s already suffocating! Do something!”

“I do not know what to do in open water! He needs to be laid down!”

“Do the—the—Heimlich, that’s what it’s called, right?”

“Is for solid objects that are choked on—”

“Just try it—”

“He would only swallow it again—”

“He’s drowning anyway—”

“He needs CPR, not—”

“Do it, Doctor!”

“We are getting him to Five and that is final.”

Jackie grit his teeth. He could see Pod Five bobbing in the distance.

The question was if they could even reach it in under six minutes; Jameson’s PDA was already giving off trills of alarm that its owner needed immediate medical attention.

Schneeplestein changed his grip and made a beeline for Five.

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

With you, anywhere will be my home (taehyung x reader) pt. 8

pt. 7     pt. 9

Mentions of smut in this chapter. Nothing graphic, it doesn’t go into any detail just mentions it happening. Also angst, but it'll have a happy ending I promise.

Taehyung’s POV

God she looks so gorgeous in the morning. I can’t help myself my hands seem to move on their own as they reach out and lightly brush the hair out of her face. She stirs slightly and I’m worried I may have woken her up, but the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile and she lets out a soft snore and continues sleeping. 

“Cute.” 

I wonder how am I ever going to get used to not waking up to her face. Moments like these, these are the ones I am going to cherish in my heart forever. My heart literally aches when I think about her leaving. But I can’t be selfish. She probably has a family back home, friends, a job, a life. And I can’t take that away from her. I can’t have her be thrust into the spotlight as I was. I don’t think she would want that life. We may even have to keep our relationship a secret which is going to be hard when I want to shout to the whole world that his beautiful woman right here is mine. Everything is pointing to the fact that we can’t be together and be in a proper relationship. She deserves someone better. And that is exactly why I am not going to beg her to stay with me, even though that’s all I want. She’s too good for me. She deserves better than me. I don’t even notice the tears slipping down my face, lost in my own thoughts until I feel her fingers lightly brushing the tears away from my face.

“Tae? Honey what’s wrong?” I try to paint the fake smile back on my face to reassure her. 

“Nothing, angel. Just a bad dream. You can go back to sleep baby.”

“What time is it?”

“11 am.” I can tell just by the look on her face what she’s thinking. Today is the last day I have to spend with you and I’m not spending it sleeping. 

“No, that’s alright Tae. I’ll get up now.”

**************

From the moment you woke up you could tell the mood had shifted. Seeing the tears falling from Taehyung’s eyes immediately worried you. Especially when you had called his name a few times and he didn’t respond to you. You knew what was really wrong. It’s the same reason you are going to be fighting back tears until you’re on the plane tomorrow and on your way home. Your heart literally hurts thinking about the fact that you are leaving tomorrow morning. But you’re going to ignore it. You’re going to ignore the pang in your chest every time he smiles at you, every time he laughs. Because if you don’t you aren’t sure how you’re going to be able to head back home. If Taehyung asked you to stay, you would in a heart beat. But you know he won’t. He’s an idol, he’s perfect in every way that you see yourself as lacking. You feel deep in your heart that he’s too good for you. 

“What are you thinking about y/n?”

“Nothing Tae. Just gonna miss you is all. I had a really amazing time with you. When I came to South Korea I never in a million years would have thought I would fall in love but, I’m so thankful I did.” He leans in and softly presses his lips to yours, you don’t want him to ever stop kissing you. It still sends your heart racing and butterflies into your stomach. He pulls away and lightly kisses your nose.

“I’m going to miss you too. But why don’t we go do something fun today, hmm?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“We can go to the park. I’ll even bring Yeontan.” You smile and that and immediately shoot out of bed. Taehyung gives you a pair of his clothes to wear for the day, not wanting to waste time to go back to the hotel to grab your own. The clothes are horribly big on you, but Taehyung can’t help but fawn over how cute you look practically swimming in his clothing. He feels a twinge of possessiveness over you seeing you wearing his things but he quickly brushes it off. 

You carry Yeontan almost the whole way to the park, fawning over how cute he is. You look over and see a pout on Taehyung’s face. You poke his bottom lip and a smile immediately breaks out across his face. You set Yeontan down and clasp your hand together with Taehyung’s. You two spend the day walking around the park together, enjoying each other’s company and letting Yeontan run around the dog park. 

“I’m going to miss Yeontan. He’s the cutest little thing I have ever seen. We wouldn’t have met if it weren’t for him, you know?”

“You really mean to tell me if I had been by myself you wouldn’t have said hi to me?”

“Honestly? No. I would have been way too scared to say anything and I probably wouldn’t have recognized you. Yeontan gave you away.” 

“So you listened to our music and you were obviously a fan before you met me right?”

“Yeah?”

“So there’s something I have always wanted to ask you…” 

“I swear to god Tae if you ask me who my bias is I am going to smack you.” 

“Well I better brace myself then because that is exactly what I want to know.” 

“Kim Taehyung how could you even ask me that?” You burst into laughter and smack his shoulder. “Obviously it was you. It’s always been you.” 

“You’re lying to me.” He pouts.

“No I swear Tae. It was always you. The way you so deeply care for others, how you came up with the meaning of the phrase I purple you. Your amazing vocals and fluid dancing. Everything about you just caught my attention from the start.” You are immediately wrapped tightly in his arms, you can’t help but think to yourself that this feels like home to you. 

Suddenly Taehyung is standing up with his hand reach out to your own.

“Where are we going Tae?”

“I thought we could go to the cafe where I first met you. Before they close.” You stand up and take his hand. You both walk to the cafe in silence. Your knuckles turning white from how tightly you are gripping his hand. You two sit down to drink your coffee together outside. Yeontan seems to be able to sense both of your sadness as he is constantly nuzzling your hand and Taehyung’s. You ask Taehyung about his upcoming concert and tour, wanting to know if he’s excited about it. His face immediately lights up when he begins talking about how excited he is to meet army, and be on the stage again doing what he loves. You smile seeing how passionate he is talking about his dreams. 

“You know if we play a show close to you I can get you tickets so we can see each other again. It’s not like we are just never going to speak again, you know?” You smile at that realization. That even though you’re leaving, Taehyung still wants to talk to you and have you be a part of his life.

“I would really like that.” Just then a worker comes out to tell you that they are closing the cafe for the night.

“I can call the driver to take you back to your hotel.” You both wait until the familiar black car arrives. Taehyung opens the door for you again, ever the gentleman. The car ride back to your hotel is silent. When you pull up you get out the car and look back to see Taehyung isn’t following you.

“Tae? Are you coming?” He says something to the driver and gets out of the car.

“Y/n I think we should say goodbye now. I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay the night with you it just.. it already hurts too much and waking up to your face and knowing it’s going to be last time I see it for God knows how long, I don’t know if I can take it.” Your face immediately falls at his words but you can’t lie and say you don’t understand exactly how he feels. You run over to him and jump into his arms, Taehyung tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“God, y/n I love you so fucking much you don’t even understand.” 

“Yes I do, because it’s exactly the same way I feel about you.” He kisses you like you’re the very oxygen he breathes. You stay that way until you’re both pulling away gasping for air. 

“Call me when you’re leaving and when you land so I know you made it safely?”

“Of course.”

“I love you, Tae. Don’t forget about me, okay?”

“Never. I love you too.” He sets you down and you give him one last sad smile before walking into the hotel. The second the elevator door closes behind you a loud sob wracks through your body. You had been holding in your emotions all day and you couldn’t take it anymore. You let yourself cry, and just cry. When the elevator stopped off on your floor you were barely able to walk to your hotel room. Your body shaking violently as the tears just wouldn’t stop coming. You struggle to swipe the hotel key through the reader, dropping it multiple times. The third time you drop it you see a familiar arm reach down and grab the key and open the door for you.

“Taehyung?” Before you can register what is happening he lifts you up from the backs of your thighs and kicks the door back open right before it shuts. His lips are immediately on yours, kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before. The door slams shut behind you as he gently lays you down on your bed, his lips never leaving yours for a second.

“Tae- wait what?” He has moved his lips from your own to latch onto your neck, sucking lightly at the skin there. You let out a soft moan causing him to groan in response, rolling his hips into you. He moves his mouth away from you and hovers over you, looking right into your eyes. You can barely see the warm brown color in his eyes anymore, his eyes black with want and need for you. 

“I didn’t even make it 10 seconds in the car before I missed you too much. Imagining not spending one more night with you, not saying goodbye to you at the airport. It was too much.”

“Wait where did you put Yeontan? You didn’t just leave him in the car did you?”

“I asked the driver to take him back to the dorm so I can spend the night with you. Can we not talk about him right now? I need you y/n. Can we.. please?” You know exactly what he’s asking. You’d be the biggest liar in the world if you said you didn’t want him too. The way he is looking at you with so much love, and fondness in his eyes for you, you can’t say no. You nod your head and Taehyung smirks at you.

“I need to hear you say it baby. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you Taehyung.”

“I love you y/n. I am going to be gentle with you but, if it hurts tell me okay? We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable or don’t want to.” You grab his shirt and crash his lips back onto yours, giving him all the confirmation he needs. He’s gentle, he’s sweet. He takes his time with you, every move he makes, every touch he grants you, every time his lips graze over your skin you can feel how much he loves you. For the night you forget that you’re leaving in the morning, the only thing on your mind being Taehyung and how he’s making you feel like you’re the most loved and beautiful person on the planet. 

You fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Taehyung whispering sweet praises into your ear. When he feels you are having trouble sleeping by the way you keep squirming he’s singing softly to you.

“Your voice is beautiful Taehyung, you know that? Seriously you could sing me the ingredients on the back of a cereal box and I’d just melt.” He chuckles softly in your ear.

“Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Do you promise?”

“Promise.”