#I *cringes* SUPPOSE I'll make boards for them... I GUESS.

[black-salt-cage]

oh yeah I finished dawn of the clans today. AMAZING arc. the ending of path of stars had me in tears

with all that said

F U C K CLEAR SKY AND STAR FLOWER

[divinelyparkjimin]

— like i want you [m] | jjk.

◦ summary ↠ setting your nerdy best friend up with a girl from your class was the biggest mistake you ever made.

◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader (namjoon x reader for like a second)

◦ word count ↠ 5.4k

◦ genre ↠ smut, angst, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ best friends to lovers, nerd!jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au, suggestive/explicit content, swearing, praise kink, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, light dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, orgasm denial, pet names, very slight humiliation kink, breast play

a/n: first upload! i hope u guys like :D

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"Netflix and chill, my ass. If he likes Batman so much, why doesn’t he just go fuck him instead?” You sighed vehemently, eyes rolling at the mere thought of the disappointment of a date you had last night. You were in the living room of your old studio apartment, pacing back and forth as you ranted to your best friend Jungkook.

What seemed like what was going to be the best sex of your life, had gone to waste—all because of Batman. Yes, Batman.

The boy’s name was Namjoon Kim. You crossed paths with him a few times across campus and heard your fair share of rumors on his supposed flawless performance in bed. You’ve heard girls gush over his ‘monster cock’ and how he knew exactly where and how to please them and it all sounded far too tempting. You couldn’t help but take on the offer when your friend, Mina, offered to introduce you to him.

He specifically stated that he wanted to Netflix and chill with you but when it came to it, there was practically no chilling—just Netflix. Sure, the two of you did make out a little but he cut it before it could get any further. If he could sleep with all these girls, why not you? Now you were stuck at home, adding yet another tally to your mental board of days fraught with unbearable sexual frustration.

Your mind had been in such a complete daze that you had forgotten about your best friend sitting right before you, listening intently to all your meaningless talk.

“Isn’t he just trying to be respectful? Maybe the guy’s just got some class.” Jungkook questioned, head tilted to the side in confusion. He often called you nit-picky for your taste in men, and he was probably right.

"Respectful? I’m not sure I’d say that.” You threw your head into your hands, remembering that surely wasn’t the case. In fact, the boy’s hands lost themselves under your blouse a few times as you were making out. But you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his inability to go any further with you. "Yeah, maybe he's a nice guy, but honestly, I just want some dick." Jungkook chuckled, trying to hide his cheeky smile.

You plodded onto the couch beside Jungkook and locked your eyes with his before continuing.

"… Don't you ever get a little horny?"

"Huh—I mean, yeah, I guess." Jungkook's cheeks flushed in an instant, stumbling upon his words. "Obviously I get horny and uh—watch porn, but I haven't really wanted someone like that for a while..." You cringed at the thought of your best friend jacking off, quickly diverting your thoughts from the visual that was being painted in your mind. Yeah, you were close, but you never really asked about that side of him. He knew a whole lot about your sexual encounters, but you never really got the chance to listen to him talk about any of his, if there were any.

"Now be honest, when was the last time you got some?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow as the reds of the boy's cheeks became radiant along his skin.

"You know... back when I dated that girl in our junior year of high school. The super short one with bangs." You recalled the petite girl that used to follow Jungkook around school. You caught them alone together multiple times but you never would've thought that they'd have slept together.

"It's been that long? Come on, you gotta do better than that." You nudged him, pulling your phone from your jacket pocket. "Look, I'll find you a girl right now." Jungkook snatched your phone from your hands and shut it off before placing it back down on your lap.

"Hey, I'm not like you — I can't just sleep around with people like that. I'm way too shy and you know that,” Jungkook avoided your gaze. You could tell this conversation was making him nervous, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

He wasn’t the most expressive person but you somehow managed to get things out of him. When you first met him, he was the same. Always seated tightly in the back of the class, a book in his hand. He was the token “quiet nerdy kid” that every class had. You were assigned to sit next to him in your pre-algebra class and somehow the two of you, despite being polar opposites, became the bestest of friends. Who knows where the two of you would be now if you hadn’t been seated where you were. Though the loved the boy with your whole heart, you did wish he’d let himself loose at times too.

“I’m not telling you to sleep around…” Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook rolled his eyes, knowing it was exactly that. “—hear me out, there’s this one girl that’s been eyeing you for a while. You’re a lot more popular than you think.” Jungkook‘s eyes shifted to you for a second, slightly intrigued, before darting straight back to the floor.

Gaze still directed to your marble white floors, Jungkook stammered quietly, “W-What’s her name?” You giggled to yourself. He was excited about this and it was written all over his face. His flustered expression and wandering eyes gave it away.

“Jennie Kim.”

His eyes widened momentarily. She was one of the prettiest girls in your class and he did admire her from a distance from time to time. Her body was said to be “chiseled by the gods,” every curvature seeming near-perfect.

“You’re joking, Y/N.” Jungkook scoffed. He didn’t want to believe it and find himself caught in a potential prank you were pulling on him. This hesitance was soon put down as you passed him your phone to him, displaying various text messages of the girl swooning over him. “There’s no way…”

“See! You totally have a crush on her!” You playfully punched Jungkook’s arm.

“It is not a crush, I’m just shocked she likes me.” He affirmed. “… but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and talk to her.” You turned to Jungkook, placing your palms upon the soft fabric of his shirt, one on each shoulder.

“There’s a party tomorrow night. Message her and ask if she’ll be there.” You advised the boy who was visibly anxious. “But you gotta flirt and talk to her first, okay?” Jungkook nodded slowly, though it still felt unclear to him.

“I’ll figure it out. I gotta go now though, I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?” Jungkook said before propping himself off the couch. His hand dove onto your scalp, ruffling your hair up in circles before speeding out the door, giggling. He really hasn’t changed has he? You chuckled to yourself.

The evening of the next day, you sat before the vanity in your room, fixing up your makeup and hair. You had already agreed to go to the party with the guy from your last date, Namjoon, and you were hoping for something more than just a heated make out session—as amazing as it was. He was hot and smart and honestly, such a catch. You couldn’t help but feel excited for the night to come, despite the disappointment you were left with after your first date. You had higher hopes for this one, fingers crossed that things would go at least a little further than last night. As considerate as it was of him to wait, he left you a horny mess.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you sent a text to Jungkook to remind him of the party, but it seemed he was already on his way there. For someone that would show an hour after nearly every hangout or event, you were shocked. You texted a quick, ‘omw’ before heading out.

The house belonged to the president of some fraternity at your university, Taehyung Kim. You weren’t too close to the guy, but the two of you saw each other often at parties. You thought you were wild, but he was on another level. You didn’t mind it though.

When you arrived, you searched the crowd of people for familiar faces. The room reeked of alcohol, heat filling the air from the friction of people’s bodies rubbing against one another. The kind of atmosphere that’s strange at first but feels somewhat natural at the same time. You tried to fit yourself though the thinnest of gaps between people, finally making your way out as Taehyung popped right into your vision.

“Would you look at that? My favorite person’s here!” He swung his arm over your back, the boy’s inescapable scent of alcohol consuming you. The two of you knew very well that you weren’t close but you were sure it was simply the alcohol speaking on his behalf. “Can you pleaaase come drink with me? Tell Jungkook to join too!” The boy pouted, hands cupping your cheeks. You chuckled at Taehyung’s foolish behavior, lightly petting his fluffy brown hair.

“Hey, I’d really love to but someone’s waiting for me.” You politely turned down Taehyung’s offer, slowly tearing his arm off of your shoulders. You strolled away swiftly, scanning the crowd yet again. Your eyes finally landed upon Namjoon, the face you had been longing to see. He was leaned back against a wall, arms crossed. As you maneuvered your way over to him, you noticed Jungkook standing beside Jennie in the distance, arms laced with hers. He raised his hand up to wave to you with a bright smile, but as you were about to wave back, Jennie called his name, instantly diverting his attention. You didn’t think much of it, returning your attention to the tall man in front of you.

Namjoon’s cheeks lifted with a smile as soon as his gaze met yours, placing his hands on your waist to engulf you in a warm hug. He was wearing a button up shirt, most of it unbuttoned to showcase his abdomen and it definitely made you feel things. You placed your hand on his chest, letting your fingers wander the depths of his skin.

“I’m glad we got to meet again. You look really hot.” Namjoon smiled, evidently admiring the way your dress hugged your waist. The neckline dipped low enough to show off your cleavage and Namjoon couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of it. “I couldn’t get you out of my head since we last saw each other.” His voice was deep and raspier than you remembered it.

“You look amazing too.” You responded, hands sliding lower down his shirt.

“You’re a bold one huh?” He smirked, hands lowering down your waist. “I can do that too, you know?” Chills ran through your skin as you felt his hands make their way down to your ass.

“Do it then.” You bit your cherry tinted glossed lips, watching Namjoon’s eyes constantly fixing onto them.

“Fuck, can I kiss you?” He pulled your body closer to his and you could feel his length touch your stomach through his pants. You nodded, as he instantly placed his lips on yours, massaging your ass as he did so. When the two of you pulled away momentarily, you noticed Jungkook seated on a couch with Jennie at the edge of the couch, practically on his lap. His hand was caressing her thigh and something about the sight made you feel weird inside. Jungkook made eye contact with you and averted his eyes almost immediately, an expression of annoyance and sorrow appearing upon his usually soft features. Was he upset at you? A strange feeling began to pit within your stomach. Jealousy. As a friend or as a woman? You weren’t sure yet.

"You okay?" Namjoon held your face between his fingertips, shifting your face back toward him. You grinned back at the boy.

"Yeah sorry, I got a little distracted—" You uttered, being cut off by a peck to your lips.

"Don't worry, okay?" Namjoon reassured, arm locking around your waist. He leaned toward your ear, rubbing the smalls of your back. "I really wanna fuck you right now." He whispered.

The two of you didn't waste any time as Namjoon had locked his grip around your wrist, leading you to a room. He pressed your delicate body onto the bed before attacking your lips with his own. He kissed a trail down your body, gripping at ends of your dress. He looked up at you, to which you nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but you wanted to get your head off of things.

Even with Namjoon right in front of you, touching you, the only thing on your mind was Jungkook with Jennie. You were the one who set them up, there’s no way you could be jealous … right? You snapped back to reality, scrunching your eyebrows up in discomfort at the thoughts currently circling through your mind.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Namjoon lifted up your dress to reveal your floral white laced panties. He stripped the white buttoned shirt off his body before pressing his fingers against your clothed folds. His fingers rubbed the sensitive area in a circular motion as you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans that were soon reduced to small whines.

"You can let it out, I wanna hear you moan for me." Namjoon asserted. Something must've been wrong in your head because all you could think of was what Jungkook was up to. Your best friend. Maybe he was already having sex with Jennie by now. You were fine with it before, but why did it bother you now?

"Y/N?" You were broken from your thoughts by Namjoon who looked up at you with a puzzled look. Your eyes were welling up with tears, swelling up. "You don't look too okay—sorry if I was moving too fast, uh, we can stop if you want—" You lifted yourself up from your laying down position.

"It's not that, I just don't wanna do this to you." You tugged your dress down and stood back up onto your wobbly feet. "I'm really sorry," Your head hung low as you rushed, fighting back tears. Namjoon tried to follow you out as he threw as his shirt back on, losing you in the crowd of people. Namjoon turned back, falling into the vision of Jungkook who seemed to be staring darts into his soul. With only the sight of you running away from Namjoon, Jungkook could only assume something had happened. Quickly excusing himself from Jennie, he ran out the door and followed behind you.

You hurriedly let yourself into your apartment, sinking into the soft cushions of your couch. You couldn’t help but wonder what Jungkook was doing right now. Images of him fucking Jennie were all that flooded your head. How could a measly childhood crush from so long ago affect you like this? You were aware of your past feelings for him, but you never thought you could still have any left. It took seeing him with someone else to realize that.

A text sound dinged through your phone. You grasped your phone in your hands, staring blankly at the blue message displayed on your screen.

Bunny Boy

Hey, you okay?

[Sent 11:07pm]

You shut off your phone screen, flipping your it over, backside facing upwards. You tried to close your eyes but were interrupted by yet another ding.

Bunny Boy

I'm outside.

[Sent 11:12]

Soon after receiving Jungkook’s messages, you heard knocks at your door. You sprang up from your couch, slowly making your way to the front door. You pressed your face against the door, poking your eye into the peep hole. There stood Jungkook, nervously tapping his foot against the carpeted floor of your hallway. The ambiguous expression on his face left you apprehensive, hoping things would be okay between the two of you. His face was painted with worry and annoyance.

Your hand hesitantly wrapped itself around the silver handle of your door, debating on whether you should let the boy in or not. You weren’t sure if you could face the reality of the situation, but it sure wasn’t very mature of you to ignore it either. You couldn’t avoid him forever. He was your best friend after all. You mustered up all the courage within you and twisted the door open in one swift motion.

Your eyes dropped to the floor, only allowing yourself to the view of Jungkook’s black boots. It felt like there were strings physically restricting you from lifting your head to meet his eyes and the feeling was suffocating.

"...Can I come in?" Jungkook questioned in a soft voice. To ask such a question seemed unnatural to him, considering the unlimited access he usual had with your apartment. He'd usually pop in and out whenever he wanted, earning his fair share of scoldings by you for invading an adult woman’s privacy. It seemed he avoided doing so after noticing the apparent tension between the two of you. You nodded without a word, turning around into your apartment.

"Why are you crying?" Jungkook pulled your body to face him, lightly brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. Feeling his skin on yours sent chills through your skin.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, it's embarrassing." Your quivering eyes couldn't even build up the strength to look the boy in the eyes. You felt small standing before him, a side of yourself you hadn’t shown to him in a reaaally long time.

"Embarrassing? Does that even apply to us?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I've heard every little embarrassing thing there is to know about you. I won't love you any less, you know?"

"Love?” You muttered the word under your breath, in an almost annoyed tone. Jungkook’s eyes lifted to meet yours, softening as soon as they did.

"Yes Y/N, I love you.” Jungkook reassured you, with a smile. "I don't even need to explain what an amazing friend you are to me." Expecting a grinning response back from you, Jungkook's smile faded when he noticed your facial expression grow even gloomier than before.

"Not in the way I love you.” The sentence was barely audible, only loud enough for you to hear it. You couldn't bring yourself to speak up, fidgeting with the imbedded design of your dress.

"Huh?" Jungkook's beady eyes widened for a second, returning to a more puzzled expression soon after. He couldn't seem to comprehend the words that had just left your lips.

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you simply shut down the conversation, "Forget it, I just wanna be alone." You turned away from Jungkook, feeling a dropping feeling in your stomach. It was an indescribable feeling, a feeling you just wanted to disappear.

"—but what if I did?" Jungkook turned his head to you, boring into your nervous eyes.

"What if you what?" You gave the boy a puzzling. You felt Jungkook take your hand in his, the warmth of his own slowly encasing yours.

"What if I loved you too? In that way?" Your heart throbbed in your chest. "What would you do then, Y/N?" Jungkook stepped closer to you, the gap between your faces becoming smaller by the second. His large hand lifted your face up to meet his eyes, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Are you sure you know what I mean?" The innocent gaze on your face brought a small smile to the boy's face.

"Does me saying I’ve had a crush on you for the past seven years help you understand a bit more?" The ends of Jungkook’s lips slowly curled up into a smile as your lips parted in surprise. “So you were upset because you like me?" He asked.

"I was just a little jealous... that's all." You avoided his gaze in embarrassment. You had never felt this weak in front of Jungkook before.

"Jealous of Jennie?" A laugh escaped his mouth. "She is not really my type to be honest."

"Not your type?" You questioned. "I don't know a guy that doesn't want her.” Your lips turned to a pout.

"Maybe other guys might want her," Jungkook proposed. "But I don't, not like I want you." His eyes turned dark as he looked you up and down. He edged himself closer to you until your back hit the wall behind you. You felt Jungkook position his hands on your waist, lips lowering to your neck.

“Can I?” Jungkook’s desperate eyes lifted to meet yours. Unable to get a word out, you nodded eagerly.

He didn’t hesitate before allowing his soft, wet lips to make contact with your skin as a small yelp escaped your trembling lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sound that you made. You felt Jungkook smile against your skin, soon pulling away from your neck to place a soft peck on your lips.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours." Your breathing was heavy. He could feel your chest rise and fall with every breath. "Think you can do that for me?" You nodded in compliance. You felt Jungkook's hands brush against the underside of your thighs, gripping at the both of them to lift you up and around his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, placing your hands behind his neck. You leaned toward the boy's face, attaching your demanding set of lips onto his.

"I want you so bad Jungkook," You whispered into his ear, allowing him to feel your warm breaths sink into his skin. "Please fuck me."

The two of you were connected, both mentally and physically, pressing your starved bodies against one another. Jungkook brought the two of you to your room, gently placing you onto the fluffy sheets of your bed. Your back was pressed to the bed, the boy hovering right over your figure.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to see you like this." Jungkook kissed your neck, lightly sucking on the skin.

"A-Always?" You questioned, a bright red blush smearing along your cheeks. Your usual sexy and confident self had completely vanished. This felt different. The butterflies that airily frolicked within your stomach turned to explosions of pleasure.

"Those cute little skirts you wear, all those times you get real close to me without noticing—you think I don't feel anything?" Jungkook kissed further down your chest, cupping one of your clothed breasts in his large hands. “You’re such a tease, Y/N. You deserve a good fucking, don’t you?” Hearing such vulgar words come from who used to be your cute nerdy boy best friend was beyond surprising. The arousal that began pooling within you in response to his vulgar words, was even more.

“You’re so hot Jungkook,” Hearing the sentence come from you brought a grin to the boy’s lips. He felt his pants grow tighter around his crotch, his desire for you increasing by the second.

Seeing your flustered face and the view of your amorous eyes beneath him, Jungkook took the hem of your dress between his thumb and index finger, lifting it to your stomach. Jungkook pressed two fingers onto your exposed white panties, damp with your arousal. You shuddered at his touch, releasing a small whimper in response to the stimulating feeling of your heat. Jungkook noticed the wetness on his fingers, slipping them into his mouth.

"You taste so good, princess. I've been missing out, huh?" Jungkook praised, pressing his finger back over your clothed pussy. He began to rub in circles, sending pulses of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your moans grew louder in volume, while only made him go faster. "You're such a good girl, Y/N. You like that?" The pitch of Jungkook's voice raised slightly as he teased you.

"Aah—y-yes, I lo-ove it." Jungkook chuckled at your inability to speak, so overwhelmed by how he was making you feel.

"Yeah, feels good doesn't it?" You nodded repeatedly, unable to speak or think of anything but your throbbing pussy. Suddenly, Jungkook stopped the movement of his fingers, watching as you looked up at him in confusion. "How about I take off your cute little panties? It'll feel even better." Jungkook was amused by your eager nods, progressing further. He took the waistband of your panties in his fingers before slipping the thin fabric right into the air.

“I want you so bad, Jungkook. Just fuck me already.” You whine, lifting the ends of the boy’s shirt, him tearing the rest of it off of himself.

“Be patient kitty, I’m getting there.” Jungkook slowly inserts his slim, long fingers into your throbbing pussy. It needed him. “Look how wet you are already.” The teasing and almost degrading tone of the boy only made you want him more. Jungkook slipped his fingers in his mouth, licking the excess wetness of your pussy from his lips.

Without wasting a second, Jungkook returned to pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy that was nearly sparkling with arousal. Your whines and cries filled the thin walls of your studio apartment. Your neighbors were the last thing on your mind at the moment. All you could think of was the exhilarating feeling of pleasure that was being shot throughout your body.

“J-Jungkook, faster, please!” You pleaded, thrusting your hips unto his fingers, slamming them into your g-spot.

“What if I slowed down? How would that make you feel princess?” The pace of Jungkook’s fingers grew slower, but your whines were getting louder.

“No—please don’t—ah!”

“Your pretty little moans only make me wanna stop even more. I wanna see you be needy for me.” Jungkook removed his fingers from the pool of moisture between your legs and right back into his mouth. “That’s enough for now Y/N, I’ve got something else for you.” The boy growled, hands lowering to grip onto his belt. In one swift motion, his belt was on the floor, pants being torn down soon after.

Your lips parted in surprise as you watched your best friend’s cock spring up. His palm was wrapped around his length, giving it a couple strokes. His eyes panned between you and his hard cock as a drip of precum edged its way out of his tip. It was bigger than you expected—yes, you might’ve wondered what his cock looked like before—but it was far prettier than you had imagined. It was the perfect shade of pink and had just the right amount of curve to it.

Jungkook got onto the bed, hovering over your half-naked body. He pulled the rest of your dress up over your head, flinging it to the side. “Fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes were locked on your tits for a few seconds before diving right in, suctioning his salivating mouth onto your right tit. His left hand fondled the other, pinching and pulling it at the nipple. You could feel his teeth graze against your skin, his tongue painting circles around your now hardened nipples. Your breaths were heavy as your hand passed through the long strands of the boy’s fluffy black hair, lightly pulling at it.

The view of your best friend‘s mouth locked onto your chest was an image you could’ve never imagined seeing before your eyes. You’ve always been able to acknowledge that Jungkook was an attractive man, but you’ve never seen this side of him. You loved how he could take such control of you, get your panties soaked with a single touch.

Jungkook removed his lips from your breasts, shifting himself further over your body to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You felt the tip of his erection twitching against your stomach, gasping at the sudden contact.

"You're so fucking cute, Y/N." Jungkook whispered, his heavy breaths hot against your ear. "Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours now, yeah?" You nodded keenly as Jungkook extended his hand out to you. The black inking laced throughout his arm bulged atop this veins that poked out so perfectly from his skin. You set your fingertips into his palm, allowing him to flip your body over into a doggystyle position. Your hands clung to the silky soft linen of your bed, startled by the unexpected transition. You could feel the warmth of Jungkook's body behind yours, his erection brushing against your ass.

“J-Jungkook—“

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Jungkook reassured, fingers tracing shapes down the skin of your back. He continued upon hearing you utter a breathy ‘okay.’ His large hands slithered down your back and lowered to your hips, to which he gripped onto. Jungkook carefully edged his hungry cock into your glossy folds.

His hold on your sides grew tighter upon entering you. His member slowly slid out of your entrance before pumping right back in. He fit in you so perfectly, as if your pussy was made for him. Jungkook could feel your pulsing walls close around his cock, fastening the pace of his thrusts. The sounds of his low moans with your unrestrained mewls blended together like music, accompanied by the sound of your skin slapping against his.

“You’ll take my fat cock for me like a good little slut, right?” All you could do is whimper in response, biting your lip to suppress the moans that were threatening to release from your trembling lips. “Moan louder for me kitty, don’t hold it in.” You obliged, allowing yourself to moan and cry aloud.

“I-I’m close—Jungkook, fuck!” You screamed, unable to hold it in any longer. Jungkook thrusted faster and harder into you, repeatedly slamming his cock against your cervix. Your moans of his name were reduced to gibberish, unable to generate a single thought in your mind beyond him.

“M-Me too, ah, I’m gonna cum—“ The milky white fluid gushed from his pink, swelled tip, right into the lips of your pussy. His cock was coated with his release as he pulled it out, collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Well, that was fun.” Jungkook lips curled up into a smile as he let out a quiet chuckle.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” You were still left panting, chest rising and falling with every breath. You laughed innocently, as if the two of you hadn’t been fucking like wild animals a few seconds ago. Jungkook’s large arms closed around your torso, pulling your bare body toward his own. You couldn’t help but notice the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, your legs locked tightly around his waist and his arms laced over your chest. Jungkook rested his chin atop your head, rubbing the smalls of your back in vertical motions.

You couldn’t help but wonder—what were the two of you now? Jungkook pressed his wet lips onto your forehead, doing the same to your nose and lips. Were you dating?

“—Y/N?” You were interrupted from your thoughts, your doe-eyed best friend staring straight into your eyes. “You okay?” Jungkook situated his hands behind him, springing upright into a seated position.

“… So what now?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Your grip on his body loosened, slowly removing your hand from his back to his face. Your fingers lightly traced his jawline, nervously awaiting his response.

“I mean I like you, you like me—“ You didn’t waste a second before dropping your arms onto the nape of Jungkook’s neck, bringing your starved lips back onto his. The kiss ignited a spark between the two of you that you’d never felt with anyone before. You’ve probably kissed hundreds of people but never had you ever felt anything like what this boy was making you feel.

“Does this mean we can go for a second round?” The foolish smile on Jungkook’s face made it almost impossible to say no.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it…” You avoided his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest. You could feel a smile poking at the corners of your lips, unable to resist the guileless pout Jungkook was giving you.

“Hey! Look at mee,” Jungkook whined, tugging at your arm. You swiftly landed a peck on his lips before launching yourself off the bed to scurry away buoyantly. You weren’t able to get very far, feeling Jungkook’s firm grip tighten around your wrist. He pulled you back right onto his unclothed lap. His eyes had completely changed, his cute, innocent stare turning to a sultry, tantalizing one.

“Come on now, you haven’t forgotten who’s in charge already, have you?”

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Getting In Tune | Chris Evans x reader fluff

summary: taking house calls as a piano tuner doesn’t usually mean meeting hot guys… mostly just old ladies who offer you lemonade, which is great and all, but did not prepare you for an appointment to tune chris evans’ full grand.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: swearing, dirty jokes about pianos, allusions to nsfw things?? vaguely?, mostly just fluff and flirting and awkwardness

Checking that the address on your worksheet matched the one on the door in front of you, you reviewed the nature of the appointment as your boss had written out for you: 

Customer: Christopher Evans

Appointment type: Warranty tuning and check-up

Arrival time: 10 a.m. 

You checked your watch and saw that it was 9:58, but hopefully that wouldn’t bother him too much.  Leaning forward, you knocked on the door and waited.  You could hear a dog barking inside, running up to the other side of the door as someone unlocked the bolt and cracked it open, poking his head out while he held the dog back with his leg.

He seemed a little surprised to see you standing there, made even more apparent by the fact that he was obviously wearing pajamas— specifically, a baggy tank top and gingham flannel pants.  A few tattoos were visible on his arms and collarbones, though you tried not to stare at them or anything.

“Did you not know you had an appointment today?” you asked him.  When he didn’t answer, you tried to give a bit more of a prompting.  “I’m here from Boston Steinway…?”

“Right, right,” he agreed, “uh, let me put the dog out, and… put on a shirt…”

“Good idea,” you suggested, “I’ll be here!” 

He smiled at you one more time before shutting the door again, his footsteps shuffling away as you waited for his return.  Thankfully it was a nice day out so you weren’t too cold in your work uniform (yes, you felt like a total dork having to wear a polo with a nametag on it, but such is the life of a piano tuner).  When you heard the dog run into the backyard, and the sound of Chris coming back to open the door, you took a moment to straighten yourself in hopes of looking like you’d been waiting patiently.

“Come in please,” he offered as he opened the door one more time, wearing a navy sweater and jeans now (and a NASA ball cap, for whatever reason) and stepping aside to invite you in.

“I hope I didn’t scare you too much,” you smiled as you stepped past him, letting him shut the door behind you, “a lot of people forget when I’m supposed to show up, trust me.”  You shuddered as you remembered those times you caught people in a lot worse than pajamas.

“No, I knew somebody was coming today, I just… wasn’t expecting…” he trailed off.

“A girl?” you finished for him with a smirk.

“I… yeah, I guess I wasn’t expecting a girl,” he laughed, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well, piano tuning is a real boy's club," you joked.  

"Is it?" he asked sincerely.

"Um, no, not particularly."

"Oh."

After an awkward moment passed while you cringed internally at your failed joke, he finally guided you across the house to where the piano was; you set your toolbag down beside it, stepping back to admire the instrument.  “It’s gorgeous,” you told him.

“Oh, thanks,” he smiled a little.  “Yeah, she’s a beaut.”

“How long have you been playing?” you asked.  “Or are you one of those people who keeps it mostly for decoration.”

“Decoration?” he repeated incredulously.  “Do people do that?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “more often than not I end up doing cosmetic repairs instead of internal ones because families are basically using this as the most expensive object possible to put framed family photos on.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed, “I mean, I’m sure I’m not using this thing the way it deserves, cause I’m still not very good at it but… yeah, at least I play it a few times a week.”

“Good, it deserves that,” you agreed.  “Mind if I…?”

“Oh, go ahead,” he prompted, stepping back and motioning for you to touch the piano.  You didn’t sit down, just leaning over to do a quick scale up and back down.  "Anyways, I think it's mostly fine but those higher notes are getting kinda squeaky…" he mumbled.

"Right,” you noted, messing around with the keys near the top to check what he’d said, “well, they do that, especially out here with these cold winters making the strings tighten up.  Should be fixable."

“Great,” he smiled.

“Alright, pretty girl, let’s take a look at your guts,” you grinned, groaning a bit as you lifted the heavy lid to see the strings inside.  "It's in great shape,” you observed aloud, “this can't be more than a few years old."

"Yeah, I got it pretty recently actually.  It's never been tuned before."

"Oh, this is its first time?" you smirked, leaning in to whisper to the strings: "don't worry, I'll be gentle."

He blushed a little as he laughed, making you pretty sure your joke hadn't gone too far.

“You, uh, don’t have to be around for this part,” you informed him.  “I mean, unless you want to, but it’ll just be me messing around in here for a few hours.

“No, I’ll give you some space,” he decided, “just let me know if you need anything.  Do you want, like, water or something?”

“I’m fine, but thanks,” you dismissed, “just continue as if I wasn’t here.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna see that,” he disagreed, looking like he regretted saying it as soon as he finished his sentence.  You felt your face warm and hoped he just meant that he’d be eating cheetos out of the bag in his underwear and not anything more… mature.  

As he awkwardly shuffled away, you opened your toolbox and got to work.  Your first task was to get a pitch reader so you could figure out how well-tuned each string was— you set that on the soundboard and got to work testing keys and reading the little digital display of your device.  Once that told you how much work each key needed, it was easy to just put your tuning hammer on one pin at a time, loosening or tightening until the pitch was just right.  You couldn’t just start at one side and tune all the way up to the other, oh no, there was a very specific ideal tuning order that you’d memorized by now: first the middle strings of the octaves from C3 to C5, then the one of each of the unison strings in the double bass section, then the middle strings from C5 to C8, then the lower single bass strings, then every left string of all the unisons from C3 to C8, then the rest of the double bass section, and finally all the right strings from C3 to C8.

Easy peasy, right?

It actually sort of would be, if you hadn’t gotten stuck on the unison bass string of E flat 3, your tuning hammer suddenly unable to turn even when you tried to brace yourself against the piano for some leverage.

"Um, Mr. Evans?" you called out.

"Yup!" he answered, swinging out from the entryway instantly— he must have been waiting just outside, which made you feel a little like you were being spied on.  

"Would you maybe come over here and use your manly-man strength on this?"

"My what now?" he laughed, walking towards you.

"You know," you explained by flexing your biceps and making a sort of serious face; your charades version of what a muscular man looked like, apparently.

"Oh, I see," he nodded, "my—" and he repeated the charade, except it made your face warm and your eyes all but bulge out of your head.  That was him jokingly flexing?!  What did he look like when he was actually trying to show his muscles?

You tore yourself from that train of thought as he leaned over the edge of the piano, gripping the tuning hammer you'd left on the pin there.

"This one?" he asked.

"Yeah, just give it a little nudge counter-clockwise, please."

He did it like it was no trouble at all.

"You could've at least pretended it was difficult," you rolled your eyes.

"No, you loosened it up for me," he winked.  WINKED.  Was he trying to kill you or something?  "Chris is fine," he said abruptly.

Chris is fine indeed, your brain supplied instantly.  "I'm sorry?" you choked out aloud instead.

"You can call me Chris, I mean," he explained.  "You called me Mr. Evans before."

"Oh, right," you nodded.  "Chris.  Thanks for your help with that, Chris."

"Sure thing," he smiled.

Just as the conversation began to lull, you could hear the dog whining and scratching at the back door, and you felt so guilty that he had been left outside.  “You can let the dog back in, you know,” you suggested, “I don’t mind.”

“I shouldn’t,” he shook his head, “he’ll jump all over you and stuff…”

“No, really, it’s fine, I love dogs,” you assured him.

“Alright, just prepare yourself,” he chuckled a little as he slipped over to the back door to let the dog in.  Running past his owner instantly and straight to you, you knelt down to let it lick your face as you laughed.

“Hi puppy!” you greeted.  “Oh, thank you for the kisses, it’s nice to meet you!”  He calmed down a bit when you scratched behind his ears, wiggling and putting his paws up on your knees.  “What’s his name?” you asked, turning your attention to Chris who had his arms crossed and a prideful smile on his face.

“Dodger,” he informed you with a nod.

“Aw, hi Dodger,” you cooed at the pup, “I’d sit here and pet you all day, but your dad’s not paying me to play with you— apparently.”

Chris laughed a bit as you stood up, and Dodger actually took it pretty well, dashing to curl up on the nearest couch as you got back to work on the piano.  

“I’m just about halfway done,” you informed him as you started to move on to the next string, occasionally plucking the string to test that the pitch was right.

“I’ve never heard a piano plucked before,” he observed, leaning in to watch you work.

“Yeah, probably better to just stick to hitting the keys,” you smirked.

“Psh, anybody can do that,” he scoffed, “you could invent a whole new genre of music!”

"I'll leave the musical experimentation to you," you decided, "and I'll stay on this side of the action board."

"See, I didn't even know that was a part of the piano," he admitted.

"And that's why you're on that side."

You two chatted while you worked— he asked some questions about you, you asked some questions about him, classic small talk sort of stuff.  He managed to keep it interesting, though, and keep you laughing throughout the whole conversation.  It was significantly more fun than you usually had during house calls like this, and instead of distracting you it actually seemed to help you keep your focus.  It was easier to talk to him when you could keep your eyes on the strings anyways: looking right at him was sort of overwhelming.

With the last string adjusted, you slipped the tuning hammer into your back pocket and dusted off your hands as you stepped back to admire your work.

"That's it?" he asked as he stood up from the couch, noticing the signs of completion.

"It is if it sounds good!" you smiled.  "Go ahead, take it for a spin," you suggested.  "Play something and tell me if it sounds how you want."

"Okay," he nodded, slipping around the bench and sliding onto it.  He took a breath before he placed his hands on the keys, but then suddenly stopped and set them back on his lap with a sigh as he turned to you.  "Um, it's a little weird with you watching me."

"Oh, are you not used to performance?"

"Not outside of my family and friends and stuff, no."

"I don't really have to be here for this part, as long as you're happy with it then that's fine," you shrugged, "but you know, I wanna be able to fix any issues while I'm still here—"

"No, it’s not a big deal," he shook his head quickly, "I should get over myself.  I guess it's just scary cause you've probably heard people a lot better than me play…"

"Don't worry about that," you laughed, "just play something, really, I won't judge."

He spun back to face the keys, placing his hands on them— for a second you wondered if he struggled to hit just one key at a time with those thick fingers, but you pushed that thought away quickly.

As he started to play, you found yourself focusing on the music more than the sound of the keys like you should've been.  He was good, actually, although you could hear the hesitance in the way he played.  He didn't rush as much as most people did, though; he was savoring the piece, one note at a time, and you let your eyes fall shut as he continued to play.

You broke from your trance when he suddenly stopped, repeating the phrase he'd just finished and stopping on the same note.

"Does this one sound kinda… off to you?" he asked.

"Um," you paused, "play it again?"

He poked the key with one finger a few times, and you frowned.  "I can't really tell." You stepped forward and leaned over his shoulder, caging his body in accidentally as your arms wrapped around his shoulders to fiddle with the keys in front of him.  You rested your knee on the bench beside his legs, not even realizing that it was a massive invasion of his personal space until you were already in it.

He moved his hands out of the way so you could repeat the phrase, and although you didn't hear anything wrong, you felt the key sticking.

"Oh," you mumbled to yourself, "it's the key, not the string."

"Can you fix it?" he asked looking up at you.

"Yeah, I—" you stopped in the middle of your word as you looked back at him because his face was really close, so close that his bright blue eyes were burning right through you; so close that you completely lost your train of thought.  "I can fix anything," you finished softly.

"Great," he whispered back, eyes seeming to glance down to your lips quickly before moving back up to meet your gaze.

You cleared your throat as you stepped back, giving him space again as you nervously crossed your arms.  "It's probably just something stuck under there or whatever, but I can order a replacement key if not."

"Right," he agreed with a nod, sliding to the side of the bench to give you room to fiddle with it.  You grabbed your smaller toolkit and sat beside him, starting with your flashlight to see if there was anything hiding underneath there.

Moving to peer behind the action frame, you realized it was a problem with the hammer hitting the string— or, more specifically, with the mechanism that kept the hammer balanced.  All you had to do was reach in with a long screwdriver and shift some parts around, and it seemed to be back in working order.

“Play it again?” you requested, and he slid back to the middle and started the piece over.  He grinned when he reached the part he’d stopped at before, flying through the phrase without stopping.

“Hey!  You fixed it!” he beamed.

“I’m a genius,” you shrugged, smirking a little.  He stopped playing and you found yourself a little disappointed by that, unexpectedly.  “Any other musical ailments I can magically cure for you today?”

“Unless you can make me a better sight reader, that’ll be all,” he smiled, standing up from the bench.

“Ah, if I could do that, I’d be using that power on myself.”

He shrugged; "Fair enough."

"Well, I'll leave you to it then," you announced as you put the last of your tools away and picked up your bag.  "Hope I didn't disrupt your day too much."

"You did, actually— in a good way," he grinned.  "I definitely learned a lot more than I was going to just watching TV and drinking beer."

You followed him back to the front door, which he opened for you.  "You can always give us a call if you need anything.  Um, anything piano-related, that is.  Tell the dog I said goodbye, okay?"

Chris smiled a little, softer than his normal expression.  "I'll be sure he gets the message."

As you got back in your car, you took a minute to just catch your breath for the first time since you'd gotten here.  Trying to be funny and cute and charming when all you wanna do is stutter and gawk and melt is exhausting!  As enjoyable as it was, in a certain sense, you were relieved at the idea of returning to your routine— which typically did not include super hot dudes chatting you up at work.

//

“This must be a mistake,” you shook your head as you showed the work order form to your boss, “I was at this address two weeks ago, the piano’s in perfect condition.”

“Well, he has an unlimited warranty, so either something happened since you were there last, or you fucked something up when you were there last, or he’s just determined to get his money’s worth out of us,” she explained without looking up from her computer.

You sighed and left, heading back to the same address and hoping you weren’t about to get chewed out for somehow ruining Chris’ like-new piano.

Knocking on the door, you found yourself chewing your lip as you waited for him to answer the door.  You were a little surprised when he answered in a button-up and slacks— entirely opposite to pajamas, although you sort of missed that get-up if you were being honest.

“Hey,” he greeted with a grin, stepping back to motion for you to come inside.

“Hi,” you responded awkwardly as you stepped past him.  “Is... everything alright with the piano?  I didn’t damage it, did I?”

He cleared his throat as he shut the door behind you, the size of the hallway forcing the two of you to stand slightly closer together than you would’ve personally preferred; it was hard to focus with him so close, sometimes.  “No, no, it’s not that,” he answered, “the piano’s fine, I just…” he stammered a little, starting over.  “Uh, there was something I wanted to ask you about last time, and I called the Steinway store but I couldn’t figure out how to call you specifically, so I just had to make a new tuning appointment.”

You furrowed your brow with confusion, not sure why someone else on the phone couldn’t answer whatever question he had, but decided to let him go through with his thought.  “What did you wanna ask me?”

“Uh, I just wanted to ask you… out,” he finished plainly.

You paused as you processed that.  “Out?”

“Like, I was wondering if you’d wanna… go out, with me.”

You hoped your face didn’t give away all of your shock, but at the same time, you figured it probably did.

He winced as you continued to stare at him in silence.  “I’m kind of out on a limb here,” he reminded you.

“Right, I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “um, I guess I’m just sort of surprised because you’re, like… hot, and stuff.”

“And stuff?”

“Yeah, like… nice…” you explained.

“Hot and nice?” he laughed.  “Slow down, you’ll give me an ego.”

You laughed, too, and less nervously than you expected.  Feeling the rare urge to be spontaneous, you scratched your neck as you prepared to propose an idea.  “Listen, so, this might be crazy but... I have another appointment today, at the Symphony Hall— it’s a final tune-up on the pianos and harps before this massive concerto thing and they always let me stay to watch the performance afterwards.  If you came with me, I could get you in for free.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you probably have better things to do today—”

“I don’t,” he refuted.

“And if you just wanted to, like, get lunch some time then that would be great, I just thought I might as well invite you to hear the chamber orchestra from the best seat in the house,” you shrugged.

“The best seat?” he questioned incredulously.  “And where is that?”

“The rafters,” you laughed.

And that was how you and Chris ended up sitting on the steel catwalk suspended on the ceiling of the Boston Symphony Hall, dangling your feet over the edge as the sounds of the concerto echoed out from the stage, over the silent audience and, finally, up to you two.

The music was incredible, if a little quiet from where you were listening, and so soothing that you felt compelled to close your eyes and focus on the sound.  You were partial to the piano, as always, but the violins and cellos in harmony made your chest warm unexpectedly.  Or maybe that was from the feeling of Chris’ gaze on you, as you opened your eyes to find him looking at your face rather than the performance below.  

“What are you looking at me for?” you asked him with a nervous laugh.

“For fun,” he shrugged.

“Doesn’t seem very exciting,” you scoffed, looking back to the stage.

“Oh, it’s exciting,” he mumbled his reply as he returned his gaze to the performance as well.  

Your cheeks burned when you heard that, in spite of the fact that it was actually a bit drafty in the auditorium.  Even though your nerves were buzzing with anxiety, a rush of bravery struck you and suddenly you were leaning your head onto his shoulder.  Just the warmth of him through his shirt— hell, even the smell of his cologne— somehow managed to relax you and energize you simultaneously.  His hand gingerly slipping around your waist was even better.

After this many years of tuning pianos, it felt like you were getting yourself in tune for the first time.

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.4

I wanna be an intern too, you ragedy ann looking ass hoe 😠



Y/n pov

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All goes well when you are ignorant is what my dear best friend would say to me now, as I sit in the very back of the class unfocused on how our teacher is introducing an activity I have no chance of participating in. All I knew was that when Mr. Aizawa walked up to the board and wrote names of people getting offers, I wasn't one of them. Not that I expected to be, considering I wasn't in the sports festival, let alone the school at all back then. 

However, I did notice a small inconsistency in the order of the most offers. I was pretty sure that boom boom had gotten first place in the festival, him being there is what convinced me to transfer, but his name was actually second on the board. 

Todoroki had taken the place of first as far as offers were concerned. Todoroki the nice boy who I used to meet when I snuck away from my fucking prison cell. Call me privileged for complaining about living in a mansion All my life, but I much prefer being here. With common folk. They ground me. 

I peeked up from my phone at the red and white head of hair in front of me, he didn't seem all that fazed. Although maybe it was just the lack of seeing his face that made me believe he couldn't care less about all but one of those offers. Still, his business is his, and my business is the new Ao3 update on my favorite chrollo lucilfer fanfiction. What a babe. 

I decided that the class as of right now would be of no importance to me, considering I will have no offers, and bakugou-the reason I came here- hates me like I'm a piece of gum stuck under his shoe.  Through that conclusion I allowed myself to dissolve into the world of hxh and forget about how boring this world is. 

Could my power beat Killua or go in a fight? I mean, it doesn't enhance my strength like they did trying to get into Killua's house so physically they must be stronger. 

"Y/n! Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Mr.Aizawas voice seemed almost shot at me as my gaze rose from my phone in my lap to meet him at the front of the room. He looked displeased to say the least. Well good for him, im displeased too, I might not be able to beat a fucking twelve year old in combat. 

"Huh?"

"You were grumbling, what's so important you had to tell us, hm?"

I thought it through for a second- just kidding, I never think anything through. 

"Oh, well I wasn't sure if I could beat Gon in a fight, but I'm not coming to the realization that if Chrollo is my boyfriend, I shouldn't have to fight anyone at all. I can just be a pretty face in the backgrounds and then after he wins for me i'll suck his-"

"Enough, y/n." Mr.Aizawa no longer held a tired looking face, his eyes were wide and an uncomfortable cringed was set on his face. As I peered at the rest of the class many also had shocked eyes, but unlike our teacher, held faint blushes. 

Minus midoriya, his face was completely red and his eyes void of life. I must've killed him, huh. 

"Wait!"

In an attempt to regain some dignity, I tried to correct myself.

"I would....not suck his-?"

"Don't even say it, shitty princess !"

"Woah bakugou, you spoke to me on purpose!?"

"Shut up!"

"Hey, how come you call me princess, you like me or something?"

He growled at that, neither of us paying mind to the fact that everyone in the class was either dead from nosebleeds or extremely uncomfortable and staring at us.  

"Its cuz you act fucking entitled like a princess"

"I'll be your pillow princes-"

"Enough!" A robotic-like hand sliced the air in front of me. The voice sounded firm, almost more teacher-like than our teacher's voice. I followed my gaze up the hand, not failing to notice how as I drew up the guy's arm his muscles only seemed to get bigger and bigger and- iida? 

"Oh class rep-"

"Y/n this vulgar language and border-line harassment needs to cease immediately. I will not tolerante overtly sexual language and acts in this class-"

As he was speaking I noticed something ironic about the situation. If everyone here didn't like sexual jokes or banter, how were they so flustered at comments that objectively should be unknown to them. 

"How did you know what I meant, iida?" I rasped in a low sultry voice, allowing my fingers to dance up his arm starting at the wrist in front of my face. 

I heard a few chuckles from, who I would say are the only two people enjoying this situation: kaminari and...stinky mineta. Iida's face grew more red than previously and the arms in front of me began shaking. 

"Mr.Aizawa it seems I've disarmed the robot. Is there a restart button or something?" I question with a serious face using the search as an excuse to wonder my eyes all over his body. Perverted? Yes. Rightfully attracted to this giant hunk of a nerd. Yes ×10. 

"No, there is not." Todoroki, who was in front of me, finally turned around to address me. I guess he was unfazed by my words. Looks like someone here can be cool. Whether he is okay because he is more comfortable with sexual jokes, or because he has yet to pick up on them, its nice that somebody in here can still function. Otherwise, I'd feel like a nuisance. 

"Y/n I'm not really sure how to- let's just say to have detention with your m- midnight. Detention. Yeah." Aizawa publicly convinced himself of my punishment? 

"Okay"

"Now, back to this, even if you didn't get any offers ALL of you will have an internship" 

And so went on the class, kids chose their hero names, not me though. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a hero at all, this was just a little less boring and sad than the way I lived before. This school had people who laughed in joy, not just to mask the pain. That was the real benefit, not being a hero, or being strong. Likely no one here realized that there were many places where none of this joy was possible. 

Some of the kids in class gave me suggestions for a hero name, but I didn't like them anyway. They lacked personality, and while I have many adjectives to describe my personality, my life, none of them are all that heroic. 

"Dark element"

"Girl who will die if her quirk doesnt like its environment" 

See, I'm not the best at this. Even bakugan names had some sense to it...well no. I'd say we're about the same, but still. Ugh. 

~timeskip~ 

Bakugou pov 😠

She came up with no hero names. Fucking entitled brat. Everyone at this lunch table seems to have no problem with the fact that she is here, just happy to have another pair of tits to stare at like perverts. Their gross. I bet she doesn't even want to be a hero, she sure as hell doesn't act like it. We don't even know what her whole quirk is. Ive seen her do that plant shit a couple times, fucking with flowers or whatever. Still, there's more to it. Something we don't know, at least. Cuz in the middle of class she gets up and whispers to Aizawa and he just lets her go. Where the fuck does she go? 

Interrupts class, got into the school because her moms a teacher, won't use her quirk. What a nuisance, I can't believe she is not expelled yet. Plus those bullshit sex jokes are so shitty. She is obviously faking something when she does them. Not like midnight, who always at least seems like she means that gross shit. 

"Hey, who did you guys choose for your internship? I haven't chosen yet."

"The number three hero guy," I spoke, knowing I'm the only person here who already chose. 

"Really? Best jeanist! That's so cool, but are you sure that for you bakugou?" Shitty hair raised a shitty brow at me. 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"Just that he seems pretty...uptight..for you?" Dunceface added, but he spoke like it was a question. Of course he is the hero for me, he is the highest ranting hero on my list. If I wanna be number one, I gotta train with the best. 

If I go to his agency I'm sure there will be a lot more action, since he is so high ranking. Then i'll get some real experience kicking villain ass, well, other than the USJ. 

"Of course he is the right option!"

"Woahhh~"

Shit. It's her voice. I honestly should applaud her for using it less often around me but, how can one small girl be so goddamn annoying. I don't even know what she has to say and I already wish she would just put a sock in it. How can someone so entitled like her, probably never had to lift a finger, walk  over here and talk like she has something to say. 

"You're working with the best jeanist! So cool, one time he saved me from a group of rapist guys, it was awesome with all these strings everywhere and I could only see half of his face. Oh and he had goofy hair too!"

Oh. I didn't really know how to respond to the girl who looked so excited about almost being violated. Another thing wrong with her? I looked back at the other people at the table to see if they knew how to respond to something like that. 

Dunceface was frozen, tape arms were frozen, shitty hair was frozen, and alíen eyes were looking like a lost puppy and trying not to cry. 

It didnt seem like the shutty princess was exactly understanding how what she just yelled was making things weird. She just stood there expectantly. She kinda looked like she thought being raped was something that must happen to everyone. Did she think that? Wouldn't put it past her weird ass. 

"Uhm...anyways, i'm sure you'll do awesome, he likes to put boys in tight jeans. Wish I could intern too, I'd love to see that boom boom~" she winked. 

A perverted joke...and then she had the audacity to wink at me. 

"You wish you could see me in tight jeans, shitty extra!"

"I know...thats what a I just said." She dead panned, blinking a couple times at me. 

"Tch, screw you!"

"I would-" 

"Can it, i don't wanna hear your shitty voice anymore"

The girl stopped herself after my words, pushing all her hair behind her head, except for the two blond stands in the front. 

(You don't have to acknowledge these if you don't want, but I made it so that they change color depending on what element your using and I thought it was hot*if you have short hair, then you just got a lil nishinoya type thing 🥰)

Lifted her obnoxious hands that moved around while she talked and made a zipper-like motion over her lips. Then she just stood there looking at me. I really wanted to just let her stand there and go back to eating. Ignore her completely and let her hope fizzle out and die or something like that. 

Yet here I am, still looking at her. Silently. Wishing she made a stupid joke so that I could stop flickering between those images I'd seen of her dancing. How even though ballet is a princess fucking dance, the pictures felt nice. Like if I was watching it live I would probably be unable to criticize it. That pissed me off, because I want to hate everything about her, but I can't hate those photos. Where she looks like she is flying, without any need for a quirk.

I see her in that weird gown, and now, in the UA uniform. I see her looking respectable, formal, and serious. Then I see her stupid little smirk as she takes pride in being able to shut up for more than a minute. 

"Why are you still standing there?"

Instead of answering, she took her hand up again, made a pinch with her fingers and unzipped her mouth. 

"I was enjoying the look in your eyes."she smiled. 

The look in my eyes? Could she tell I was seeing two different people? What the hell does that even mean? Even said it without that shitty flirt voice. Like she meant it. 

"You tryna make fun of me?"I stood up from the table to get in her face.

"Not right now, maybe later, I gotta do something." She smiled sincerely at me, for a second as she walked away, I forgot about how this conversation started. What a wierd fucking girl. I'll never respect her as a hero. Tch. (Yes, its canon he tchs even in his thoughts) 

3rd person POV 

Y/n briskly walked out of the cafeteria with a new goal in mind. She would come to remember how maybe being oblivious was a benefit in some ways, but for now, she had a clear plan .

"Mr.Aizawa, let me do an internship."

"You weren't in the festival, I can't just hand you to a hero who has no idea what you can do, y/n."

"Well, you know what I can do, right?"

"No. I'm not doing internships. Stop asking."

"That's not what I meant! You can just tell them, or I could, it's not that hard to explain. Just say i'm all- powerful or some play on words like 'she's got all the right elements' hehe, see how i mimicked your voice there?" Y/n grinned like a child. She was proud of herself. 

"No. Still not happening."

"I wanna be an intern too, you raggedy ann looking ass hoe" 

"Y/n, it doesn't make sense, insulting me to get what you want?"

"Maybe it doesn't, but I bet you feel real insecure about your hair right now."

"You already have detention, what more do you want!"

"An internship, I wanna do one with kamui Woods, I have a good reason, too. As far as my quirk control, i'm the weakest with earth, the aspect that allows me to grow and manipulate plants and stuff. That's why I've only been using that part of it all month. Im trying to get her up to speed so I can start using all four at once. He is like a tres guy, right? He manipulates earth all day long. He could teach me a lot, and that aspect of my quirk would suit his well. Please!?!?!?"

If the girl had just asked again in a normal way, his answer would have been the same. However Aizawa was taken aback to hear how much thought she put into this. From the stories of the teachers lounge, he came to understand her big life goal, was to rely fully on a rich man or woman, and do nothing at all forever. Just to try and forget about the terrible life she was destined to have because of that quirk.

This side of her was something he could not even her mother had seen, and it prompted him to speak those words she wanted to hear so badly.

"Fine." 

[fromheroestodust]

Rose Killer: Pt.4; Stuck Together

Summary: You're the leader of the strongest mafia in London. What will happen when you're forced to team up with your worst enemy

Warnings: language, violence, PTSD, cringy askout

Word count: 3852

A/N: my friend asked me to add her into this, hence Paddy's friend 😂

You wake up, finding your mattress suddenly very firm and uncomfortable. Wait - This isn't your mattress, and this isn't your room. Bolting into an upright position, you find yourself on the floor of... Harrison's room? A blanket falls off of your shoulders and you find the half finished board game two feet away from you, a piece rolling on the floor from your movements as another falls from your palm. The memories from the previous night flood in, causing you to cringe at your own actions. How could you let yourself do any of that? A little further on past the gameboard lays another figure wrapped in the duvet, his hair covering most of his facial features. Why'd Harrison sleep on the floor? Did he just fall asleep there?

"Haz." You whisper in a low tone, not wanting to cause him to jump awake. "Haz!" His eyes blink open before he rubs them and sits up, his hair even more of a mess now as some of it falls to frame his face while the other half sticks up in odd directions. "Mmmorning." He hums before standing up, taking the blanket with him and throwing it onto the bed.

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" You ask through a yawn, picking up your own blanket - you could've sworn you didn't fall asleep with it - and picking up "High-Ho-Cherrio".

"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" He questions, causing you to role your eyes with a smile. "I fell asleep first." You point out, setting the game box on the bedside table. "Anyway, it's not my bed. It'd be weird if I slept in it."

"Good point. I just fell asleep." He shrugs. "Isn't there some group meeting at ten?"

"Yeah," You confirm, giving him a questioning look, cocking your head to the side. "Why?"

"It's 10:01." Harrison answers nonchalantly before rushing to grab his stuff, his body turning to a blur in front of your weary eyes. "What?!" You exclaim, looking at your phone.10:01. "Shit! Where's my stuff?!" Both of you run around, two tornadoes nearly destroying the room with every unsteady, tired step. Finally you find your rose, gun, and dagger. After pulling your hair up into a messy bun the two of you run down the halls to the conference room where Tom was surely waiting to curse you out for being late. 10:08

The door to the large room is thrown open, you and Harrison walk in out of breathe with messy hair and clothes, seeming like you spent the past three days in the woods. "I- ehm- I brought the files." Haz says before handing the multiple folders over to Tom who wore a very questioning and weirded out look as if to say what the fuck happened to you two? And why is she with you? The blonde just shakes his head, taking a seat in one of the two open large leather chairs surrounding the long, glossy, dark oak table. Taking the one next to him the meeting starts, everyone's expression in the room saying they'd moved passed the event but their eyes held many questions that will never be answered.

-

"So Y/n and I will see to Leo after they bring him here. After a nice beating he'll cave." Tom summarizes, your face back to the stern glare you wear for work. A few more words are traded before everyone except you, Tom, and Harrison are left in the room, for you three didn't have to rush of to another destination.

"Did you hear that?" You ask Tom, picking up a few papers giving you information on Leo Sandraya, your target for the next few weeks.

"What?" He asks, a look of alarm on his face as his eyes scan the room quickly, a hunter looking for prey, before landing back on you, his brows furrowed together.

"Silence. For once in a meeting we didn't tell at each other." You smirk, Haz suppressing a laugh behind his friend.

"Shut up, Y/l/n." He hisses, clearly not amused with your humor as a stern look plays on his face.

"Someone's being bitchy." You mumble, collecting your files on Sandraya.

"Look, I don't know why all of a sudden you're being soft around us but your plan won't work." Tom says, venom oozing from his words as he turns to face you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't have a plan!" You exclaim in defense. "I actually have a version of me separate from the me at work. But this is the only one you'll ever see." With that you strut out of the room and to your own to change out of your nightwear and probably into a outfit to workout, a limp obvious in your step.

"What's her fucking problem?" Tom groans to Harrison after turning away from your shrinking figure, putting papers in a manilla folder.

"Nothing really, mate. Like she said she has a side separate from work." Haz shrugs.

"What, like you know her?" The brunette scoffs. Why was his friend suddenly defending her? Especially after what happened between them?

"Because I actually took the time to get to know her. We've been friends for a bit now." Haz says in a tone much more angry then he meant before switching to a calmer one. "Just... Try talking to her instead of being at her throat everyday."

Tom stares at his friend, trying to decipher something from his expression or his eyes. "Fine. I guess I sort of have to considering there's that party next week." He sighs in defeat, trusting his best friend. The only person who could make Tom change his mind or take in a new idea was Harrison. And, as much as he'd want to deny it, the decision was almost always right excluding a few choice occasions.

"I guess that meeting did end in yelling." Haz jokes, attempting to lighten the mood, carefully watching Tom to see how he'll react.

"Shut up." He smiles with a small laugh. "Wanna head down to the gym?"

"Yeah sure." He agrees, scooping his work into his arms before walking out the double doors and down a hallway, opposite from the way you went with playful banter filling the air between the two.

-

After finally making it back to your own room, you change out of your night clothes and into an outfit that's easy to move in, the feeling of the fabric almost seeming like velvet after being in the same small shirt and baggy pants for so long. While you're not supposed to workout, you are allowed to walk on the treadmills and do stretches, and you're not one to not go to the gym at least once a day.

Braiding a rose into your hair, you take a shortcut to your destination. The shortcut includes going outside and whilst out there you spot Tom's youngest sibling with someone. Your lips ever so slightly turn upwards, as you continue on your way, most likely to tell Haz about it later.

You reach the doors to the gym and pushing them open you groan. Tom and Harrison are hitting the punching bags, neither of them noticing your presence as you walk to the treadmills. After stretching you step onto the machine, setting it low enough to where you're walking but high enough to where you'll get at least some exercise in. You put your earbuds in and start walking, blocking out the world with one of music.

-

"Y/n." A voice says, pulling you out of your escape world.

"What?" You sigh, pulling out your earbuds that were playing Weak.

"It's like one." Harrison informs you, Tom standing a little back and to the side of him, refusing to look at you as he averted his gaze to the small screen on the treadmill.

"Oh." You turn off the machine, grabbing your bottle of water and taking a long sip. "Why are you two here so late?"

"Training." Tom surprisingly answers, no glare or mean tone. Something fishy is going on you think, but don't mention it, comfortable with the friendly atmosphere in the room.

"I saw Paddy outside with a girl on my way hers." You add as the three of you walk out, the air between you and Tom stiff but not nearly as suffocating as usual.

"Oh, yeah. That's his friend Ashlyn." He confirms, a smile grazing his lips as your trio turns the corner into the hallway that holds the bedrooms.

Suddenly, extra weight is placed atop your head causing you to jump and look up. "Haz!" You groan, finding his arm resting on your hair. He laughs and removes his arm as you lightly shove him to the side. Tom watches the two of your interactions, realizing that there is a part of you that allowed you to relax and slightly smile. Maybe you smiled more before being taken.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Tom says as he turns into his bedroom, Harrison bidding him goodbye before you two continue to your own. You arrive at yours, both of you walking in with your steps in sync. Almost as soon as you close the door, something wraps around Haz's and yours ankles before pulling you up to the ceiling, pressed against each other upside down.

"What the fuck?" He exclaims, looking around with his hair reaching for the floor.

"Oh yeah... I sorta, maybe, might make traps when I'm scared... And set them." You mumble. "I must've forgotten to take this one down."

You try to reach up to free you two but find your arms pinned under coils of rope. curse my good trap setting you groan in your head.

"Tom!" Harrison yells. "Harry! Sam! Paddy!"

You suddenly become aware of how close you both are, bodies pressed against each other's, chest to chest. A blush spreads across your cheeks like setting fire to dead leaves in the middle of a forest.

Harrison groans and stops attempting to yell for someone, for if they heard they would've came already. "We're going to pass out." He sighs, returning his attention to you as he himself comes to the same realization you had. His own cheeks become dusted in pink, if it was from blood rush or a blush, you'll never know.

"How long do you think we'll be up here?" You ask, averting your gaze from his face as the blanket on your bed was suddenly very very interesting.

"Hopefully not all night." He sighs as your rose falls to the floor, at least seven feet away for it was a very high part of your ceiling you hung from.

You let out a groan of frustration, looking around for anything to help your situation but nothing would help considering your arms are pinned next to Harrison's. This is going to be so much fun.

Another two minutes passes, both of your faces red as your roses from blood flowing into them. You'd already tried moving around to release the rope from where it was tied, but it stayed put, the only way you can get down is if someone else cut or untied the material. How fortunate.

A yawn falls from your lips and your eyes grow heavy, the easy workout you had settling in on your already exhausted body.

"Can I confess something while we're stuck here?" Harrison asks, nervousness looming in his voice as he turns his gaze to you.

"Uh yeah. Yeah sure." You allow, your own nervousness working it's way into your stomach, butterflies making a home there.

"I like you. More than a friend. I know it's weird because we've only known each other for a few months but-" he rants while a smile, a real smile spreads across your face.

"Haz. I... I like you too." You confess, biting your lip due to pure nerves.

A toothy smile sprouts from his mouth, the sight making you fall for him more. Oh, how you wished you'd fall.

Slowly, Harrison's face moves towards yours, stopping just in front of yours with the tips of your noses touching as if asking for permission. You answer by leaning forwards ever so slightly, your lips planting themselves on his in a gentle, meaningful kiss. Your heart is beating so fast you're afraid he'll hear it, but it doesn't really matter if he hears it, he can already feel it. The kiss takes you to another world, one where you're completely happy and everything is okay, a world where you haven't been kidnapped and scarred in more than one way. The kiss is like spring, peaceful and safe with new lives starting. Maybe this is your new life, a life with your enemies best friend. Both of you pull away only because your lungs demand oxygen, but you swear a kiss like that could keep you alive forever. You look up at him, both of your eyes ridden of hate and disgust and instead filled with love and wonder. How unexpected was this relationship between two mobsters, one who'd harmed the other? But most things are unexpected, and sometimes things or people just fit perfectly into the holes in the others hearts left by others. They repair the gaps and replace them with love, fixing a person to their former self. And sometimes, a relationship is all you need.

"What the bloody fuck is going on in here?" Harry asks as he flings open the door. "Holy shit." He stares up at the two of you, pure disbelief centered in his eyes.

"Finally!" You exclaim, starting to feel dizzy from being upside down so long. "We stepped in a trap I set up!"

"Get us down!" Harrison yells, starting to move around causing you both to sway.

"Stop moving- ow!" His foot hits your ankle that'd been sprained at the wearhouse, pain radiating up your leg.

Harry runs out of the room and arrives again a few minutes later with Sam and Tom who look in disbelief.

"I didn't think you were serious..." Tom breathes, staring up at his friends. "How the fuck do we get them down?"

"Just cut it." Sam shrugs, walking towards the rope.

"No! Then we'll land on our heads!" You yell, fear coursing through your body.

"Okay we won't cut it. Calm down. Jeez." Harry sighs with his hands out in front of him.

"How can I calm down if I'm hanging from the ceiling?!" You exclaim, sudden anger coursing through your veins as you see red.

"Y/n." Haz says in a gentle tone next to you, his eyebrows raised. "What?!" You hiss with venom starting to seep into your words as you turn your neck to look at him. "Calm down. They're going to get us down. Freaking out isn't going to do anything." He says, keeping his soft voice. You let out a groan but keep your mouth shut as the three brothers try to figure out how to release you two from the rope safely.

After a moment of pondering, they pull your mattress off of your bed frame. "Okay," Tom says, standing next to the part of the rope tied securely to the frame of your bed. "I'm going to cut the rope." You brace for the impact of ground as you and Haz fall onto the mattress, your hair suspending around you.

"That didn't hurt nearly as much as I expected." You sigh.

"Yeah, probably because you landed on me." Harrison groans, his face slightly screwed up in pain.

"Shit!" You exclaim, trying to break free of the rope around your body but finding yourself unable to. "Stop laughing assholes and get us out!" You yell at Harry and Sam who were laughing between the two of them by the door before they walk next to you, still a few chuckles falling from their lips.

"You guys need to stand up." Sam instructs, examining the rope trapping you and your friend together.

"How?" Harrison asks, straining his neck to look at the boy behind him. Tom, Harry, and Sam crouch around your figures before each picking you up and placing on your feet. Once up, they finally unravel the thick rope, Harrison and you taking a few steps away from each other.

"Thank God..." You breathe stretching out your limbs as your head throbs. "Thanks."

"No problem." Tom says, his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm going back to bed." With that the three brothers walk out the doorway, all whispering while looking back at you two and laughing.

"That was- ehm- interesting." Harrison coughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as a pink color runs across his cheeks, yours following suit.

"Yeah..." You agree while fiddling with a piece of your hair, the air between the two of you suffocatingly awkward.

"Would you maybe like to... Be... My girlfriend?" He asks, hope and slight fear shining in his eyes, his expression eager for a response like a puppy waiting for a treat.

"I'd love to." You grin, teeth trapping your bottom lip between the rows. Haz's own smile spreads across his lips as he moves closer to you. "Oh, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" he apologizes, his arms going back to his sides but you cut him off by placing a hand on his shoulder and meeting his lips with yours in a quick kiss before backing away.

"It's fine." You smile.

"Right." He states, surprise still evident in his features. "Well, I'm going to head to my room." Harrison starts walking out the door but you stop him, yelling out.

"Wait! C-can I... Come with you...?" You ask, fear striking your body at the thought of the countless nightmares you experienced the previous night.

"Yeah, sure." He answers nonchalantly, waiting for you to join his side before continuing down the hallways. "What time is it?"

"2:34." You answer after checking your phone. "God, no wonder I'm so tired."

You both turn into his bedroom, Harrison shutting the door after you walk in. Awkwardly you climb into his bed, a safe distance away not wanting to over step anything on not even your first hour of a relationship. You feel the mattress dip with Harrison's weight and then your empty palm you had in the space between you both filled with his own. A soft smile falls upon your face before your eyes flutter shut, and you swear that's the most peaceful you've been in years.

"Where are they you little bitch?" A stern voice says, a dark figure towering over your trapped body. "I told you. They're dead." You mumble, head hanging down facing your lap. Suddenly, your face is gripped tightly and forced upwards revealing your parents dead bodies. Blood. Every where. You look at your shaking hands, those covered in the thick crimson liquid that seems to be endlessly pooling in your palms. "Since you won't fucking give me any answers, I guess we'll have to beat them out of you." A man says before something, most likely a knife, cuts across your stomach causing you to yell out in pain. You let out a blood chilling scream and sit up, body covered in cold sweat as you breathe heavily though it feels as if no air is entering your lungs.

"Y/n?" A voice asks from behind you, causing you to turn around with pure terror painting your face. "Har... Harrison?" You breathe out, still sucking in lungfulls of air as your arms threaten to give out under you.

He wears a confused look before realization sets in an "o" expression on his face. "You're fine. We're back at Tom's place not there. You're not there anymore." He assures you, his face softening in an effort to comfort you.

"M-my parents..." You whimper before practically throwing yourself at him, whether he minded or not he didn't show it, only held you against him and ran a hand up and down your back. "You're okay..." He coos, your tears falling onto his shoulder in a trail. You pull away and wipe the streams off of your face, embarrassment consuming your thoughts. "I'm s-so sorry." You apologize. How could you expect him to take care of you every time you go through these nightmares? How could you expect him to stay with you if you're so mentally broken?

Listen." Haz says, taking one of your hands in both of his, easily covering it's entirety. "You don't need to be sorry for something you can't and couldn't control. Even though we've only known each other a short time, friends help friends and hey, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you?"

Thanks." You say with an almost unnoticeable smile. Leaning forwards, you place your forehead against his bare chest, his chin resting on top of your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose. You felt safe for the first time since you were little, to you the safest place on Earth is in Harrison's arms as if nothing could hurt you because you're with him.

"Wanna go back to sleep?" Harrison asks, moving to look you in the eye. Your y/e/c eyes stare into his blue ones, searching for trust and almost immediately finding it. "Yeah."

With your confirmation, Haz slowly lays down, his arms still around your middle. Again, you both stay a distance away from each other though this times it's closer, the feeling of peace stronger than before as you both fall asleep with the other in your grasp. Slash after slash your own blood circles around you. "I can't give you anymore information." You grunt, someone punching you across the face, a metallic taste filling your mouth with the crunch of bone. Sucking in a large breath, your eyes open in panic and lingering pain crosses your arms and stomach. You're about to bolt upright but your eyes land on Haz's sleeping face, his features are completely relaxed, an ever so small part in his lips with his hair hanging over his forehead and eye.

You're not there anymore. You're safe. His voice echoes in your mind, calming you down and turning your breathing back to a normal pace. Like he said, you're safe. You're safe as long as you're with him. For the second time that night you fall back into slumber, repeating Harrison's words in your head like a broken record.

[mikeysnipes]

I Am Alive 🖊 (Bendy x reader)

Chapter 1 - "Go away!"

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Chapter 1 - "Go away!"

Your POV:

"Mm?" I opened my eyes, looking around at where I was. I found myself sitting by a desk with a drawing of a cute creature, smiling back up at me. To the left of the desk there was a cardboard cutout of a full-body character, with a smiling face and a bow tie to top off his friendly look. I snorted and stood up, searching for anything hinting as to where I was. Eventually I found a note, crinkled and ink fading. I curiously picked it up and read it.

Dear Henry,

It seems like a lifetime since we worked on cartoons together. Thirty years really slips away, doesn't it?

If you're back in town, come visit the old workshop. There's something I need to show you.

Your best pal,

Joey Drew.

I furrowed my brow and pocketed the note. Apparently I wasn't the only one here, or maybe I was? It doesn't matter, all that does is the fact that I don't know this Henry person whatsoever. More importantly, I don't know who this Joey Drew is either. Could they be good? Bad? I don't know.

I looked around the area, determining within the first five seconds that this place was too creepy for my liking. Very little light came into this supposed workshop, and ink stains were everywhere. Not only that, but the color scheme wasn't very enticing. The only colors were brown and black, and a little bit of white every now and then. There were more cardboard cutouts of the creature I had seen before, which didn't help give me a reassuring feeling.

Nope, that's it. I have to leave, and I have to leave now. This is no time for games. I started to wander the building, hoping to find some sort of exit by the walls. Eventually I found a room with a wolf-looking creature, chest cut open and ribs exposed. It had no organs or a heart, which I found to be surprising. However, I still cringed when I saw the body of whatever this was meant to be.

I looked closely and saw that this wolf was tied to an operation table, hinting that some sort of experiment was in progress. I looked to the right and saw a quote, scrawled with something black. Ink, I assumed. My hand immediately flew to my heart when I saw what phrase was listed.

"Who's laughing now?"

I backed up and ran out of there as fast as I could. At this rate, I didn't care where I ended up, as long as I got away from that creepy quote. I eventually bumped into one of those cardboard creatures, creating a red bruise on my cheek. I stared at the creature in front of me, wondering why the cardboard didn't fall like anything else would. My fears started to rise even more, and I glanced up.

I saw multiple posters, ads of certain shows. The first that caught my eye was a printed body with a tutu, with the advertisement where the head should be. It read "Bendy in The Dancing Demon", giving me the assumption that the creature in front of me was called Bendy. I could tell because this body sported gloves and a bow tie, which nothing else I had seen had.

The second poster I saw said "Bendy in Sheep Songs, with Boris the wolf!" From here I could guess that the half-dissected wolf was called Boris. Boris the wolf held a clarinet, so I also predicted that he could play an instrument.

The third poster featured Alice Angel, a smiling girl with both devil horns and a halo. Beside it, there was one last poster, showing Bendy's gloved hand. Each poster had their own show title.

I gaped for a moment, before continuing on my way. At least I had a general idea of who the characters were, but then what was Boris's supposed body doing here? Cartoons aren't alive, they're drawn and put together in a quick-paced movie. It doesn't make sense.

I walked into another room and saw some sort of machine, with a note on the top. I snatched it and saw that this was titled the Ink Machine, along with instructions on how to turn it on. First I had to go to the Power Room and turn on the machine. I followed what the note told me and eventually found the Power Room, with six pedestals and a sign that said 'Low Pressure'. There was a caution sign above a switch, and a big ink stain on the ground.

Wondering what to do now, I consulted the instructions. I was told to find six items. I shrugged, then looked at the items I needed to gather.

I needed to find a cogwheel, a Bendy doll, 'The Illusion of Living' book, an ink bottle, a record, and a wrench. After this, I had to put the items on the pedestals, then go to the Projector Room to restore the ink flow. After I was done doing that, I had to return to the Power Room and flip the switch.

I rolled my eyes. My work was sure cut out for me. Oh well, better get started.

-o-+-o-

After I found all the items, I set them on the pedestals, wiping my hands on my jeans. The ink flecks stained my clothing rather than my hands and I let out a puff of air. I then regarded the note once more and head to the Projector Room. The projector was on, and displayed on the wall was a continuously crouching Bendy character. I smiled and rolled my eyes, then felt around the walls for a lever of any sort. Instead I found a button, which had one bold word shown.

Flow, in all caps.

I pressed the button and heard a whirring sound, shuddering at the new noise. I then walked back to the Power Room, walking up to the lever. I took a deep breath before flipping the switch, resulting in all the items on the pedestals conveniently disappearing.

Eyes wide, I thought about what to do next, and eventually decided on going back to check on Boris. I passed the ink machine and heard water-like sounds, but ignored it. I just assumed the Ink Machine was working again, nothing to be worried about.

I reached Boris's room and saw a sight that made me start freaking out again. Ink was squirting from where Boris's heart should be, and splattering on the floor. It never seemed to stop. I stared for a moment, then shook my head and walked out. I continued to wander the workshop, forgetting the main task at hand.

Well, until I saw the solution.

The exit door was down a long hallway, as if it were taunting me. My jaw dropped and I started bolting towards it at full speed, focusing only on my way out of this creepy place. It was a mistake to eliminate any other features of the area around me, for I fell down a trapdoor and scraped my legs.

"Ow!" I hissed, rubbing my knees. I looked up and saw an axe hanging from hooks on the wall. I stood up and ignored the stinging pain in my knees, then snatched the weapon from its holder. I weighted it in my hands and focused on some wooden boards in front of me. They were blocking another exit, which could or could not be beneficial.

I decided the axe would be useful and started to chop through the area, finding planks after planks. I continued at my work, clearing a path, until I came to a strange room. It had a pentagram on the ground, with small candles surrounding it. The lights were dim, and there were three coffins around the area. There were a few chairs, as if this would be a place to rest.

I tried approaching the satanic drawing, but when I did, the ground started to shake. When a piece of wood fell from the ceiling, I backed up, staring at the floor with eyes wide. When I was at a safe distance from the devil's circle the building stopped shaking, and I released a breath I never even knew I was holding.

Suddenly, I heard the sounds of soft, distant chuckles. I tried turning around, but something stopped me from moving.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A voice asked, from the darkness. I turned my head so that I was looking over my right shoulder, face contorted with fear. I looked down and saw something black and sticky at my feet, looking fairly similar to...

Ink?

I started to struggle, hopelessly thinking that I might be able to get out of these restraints. The snickers just got louder as a figure emerged from the darkness.

"Go away!" I snapped, launching my axe into the gloom. Laughs followed the clumsy aim, and I guessed that I missed. No surprise either, as I didn't have a good structure to throw and I couldn't see the target in front of me. Either way, it was a feeble attempt.

The creature appeared from the darkness again, advancing on me faster than before.

I saw horns, a tail, and a pointed smile.

When the person lifted his head I knew exactly who it was.

Bendy, the cartoon devil.

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