#a single word to this other dude out of fear n i know thats the ENTIRE point. like i know thstbis a lesson in itself i need to take a lookat

[29121996]

smth rlly fucked abt . the way i feel abt this fucker bc its driving me wild n i know its just . i havw to figure this shit out but km so tired of feeling like this abt ppl im romantically into lile. grow up maybe ?

[jiniretracha]

~ Y/n is a "nerdy but hot" type of girl whos also rlly smart. The bad boy hyunjin has secret eyes for her. Shes always alone in class and doesnt talk to many ppl so basically shes mysterious ooo. One day hyunjin finally asks her to tutor him and she gets surprised knowing he knows she exists. Hyunjin has hooked up w many other girls but y/n is different as shes not despo like them and thats what attracts him to her. They both meet late night at a cafe and y/n is wearing a black tank top which has her neck and chest exposed and her lacy bra straps can be shown as well. She covered herself w a fuzzy jacket before entering the cafe but eventually took it off whilst tutoring hyunjin. Hyunjin feels lusty looking at y/n being so effortlessly hot and unknowing of it, he also gets turned on by the way she sucks her frappe straw etc. But he controls himself and after their study session ends hyunjin offers to drop her home on his bike and somehow enters her apartment as well where she lives alone and cozy with a good view of the city. They both have a deep convo before it turns into hot late night sleepy smut fr (also unexperienced y/n doing things with the guidance of hyunjin) tysmm

A Shakespeare's Sonnet - Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!!, fluff, minho's mean but he's just an overprotective little shit, minsung exes to lovers, slight angst, felix and jeongin being supportive besties

Summary: The one where Hyunjin needs tutoring literature sessions, you are a smart hot student and Minho almost faints.

Word count: 9,3k (i went too far i fear)

PS: This was sent in April, i apologize for being so late ☠️. i've been working on a felix smau so forgive me 😭

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi

Hyunjin walked the halls of uni, his lazy walk attracting countless girls who would squeal under their breaths as they watched him pass across them, hoping silently one of them could end up being another notch on his bedpost. 

Hyunjin would be lying if he said he didn’t notice. Or that he didn’t love it. He was never one to take advantage of it, but having that feeling around him, of being wanted, was awesome. 

His friends also loved the attention people always had projected on him. It meant being invited to frat parties every single weekend, the coach calling them to the football team, and obviously, having girls flutter around them 24/7. 

What wasn’t something that was guaranteed by Hyunjin’s popularity, was having good grades. 

Hyunjin didn’t really study much, but he considered himself a smart person, so overall, he was a pretty good student. 

Until literature happened. 

He was so sure he was going to ace it, until a new professor, Mr. Jackson, came to uni and started giving out homework and assignments that were hard as fuck. 

The boy couldn’t believe his bad luck, as every single assignment he handed in, returned with a very angry red mark in the shape of an F. 

It was a Wednesday, when Hyunjin sat by the last seats of literature class, knowing how it was going to go down. 

“Do you think you passed?” Changbin asked Chan. 

Chan only snorted. “No way, man. I actually read the book he gave us last time, like 3 times, and the fucker still gave me an F” he rolled his eyes. 

Hyunjin sighed. “I think I failed as well”

“Yeah, dude, you’ve been failing all of yours. What’s up? You never go on a streak” Jisung says next to him.

He shrugs. “I guess it’s this fucking dude that apparently has a thing against me”

“Nah, I don’t think so” Changbin said. “I mean, he has a thing against you, but I think it’s against all of us”

“Thank you” Hyunjin said with sarcasm.

“Yo, this friday we’re going to Seungmin’s, okay? He already gave me a preview of the place and it’s going to be big” Jisung said excitedly. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna go” Hyunjin said.

His three friends went silent.

“Excuse me?” Changbin asked. 

“Yeah, I’m failing literature way too hard and without a reason. And, I don’t know about you, guys, but I really want to get my degree. And literature won’t stop me from getting that” He told his friends. 

“But mate, it’s literally one party” Changbin said.

“No, it’s one party every week” he told him. “Maybe that’s why I’m failing. Because I’m not trying hard enough”

“Well, it won't be the same without you there, mate, but it’s your call” Chan smiled slightly.

“Thank you!” Hyunjin said with a high pitched voice. 

Mr. Jackson’s unwanted presence walked into the room and Hyunjin sighed in disdain. He wanted earth to swallow him up already. 

“Okay, class, I’m handing you today your assignments from last class. I am… disappointed to say the least” the professor said and Hyunjin inwardly rolled his eyes. “Only two people passed, and that’s Mr. Lee, and Miss Y/L/N. Congratulations” the man smiled at two students who were in front of him. 

Hyunjin frowned. He had to get the number of either of those people to help him pass this fucking subject. 

“Oh, of course Minho passed. Ugh” Jisung faked a gag.

Hyunjin smiled. “What’s the matter?”

“See that guy over there?” he pointed at a guy with slight orange hair going on black, talking to a girl. “That’s my ex”

“Oh God, that’s your ex! Minho goes here? Since when? How did I not notice?”

“Yeah”

“Fuck…”

Jisung frowned. “Why do you say that?”

“I was going to ask him to tutor me, since I suck” 

“No! No, no, no. You won’t ask Minho to help you. No way. Ask Y/N, his friend” Jisung shook his head. 

Hyunjin frowned. “O…kay” he said slowly. “I will. Y/N… I think I know her. Her hair… sounds familiar”

“Yeah, we went to high school together” Jisung replied.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “That’s Y/N?” he asked. 

“Yeah” He nodded. 

“I didn’t… I didn’t even know she went here” he said with a confused tone.

“Why do you sound disappointed?”

“I… okay, I used to have a crush on her when we were in like… third year? And, well, apparently she didn’t like me” Hyunjin shook his head.

“You’re lucky I liked you in secondary. You were an ass” 

“Yeah…”

Hyunjin straightened up his position when Mr. Jackson walked towards him and put the paper on his desk. 

“Disappointed in you, Mr. Hwang” Mr. Jackson told him.

When he walked away, Hyunjin turned around. “He always says that” Hyunjin spat. 

Jisung smiled. “I actually got a D this time”

“Yeah, I got an F like always”

Jisung pressed his lips together. “I really think you should consider talking to Y/N to help you” he told him. “She’s a good girl. And she’s super smart”

Hyunjin chewed on his lip. “Okay…”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

You put your paper away inside your bag and smiled at your friends. 

“Okay, I am, like, so jealous you guys passed” Jeongin sighed. “I’ve only passed two of his assignments. And this is like the eighth!”

You smiled with a giggle. “It’s only reading and rereading the texts. This one was really tough. I’m lucky I got a C” you said. 

“Yeah, I got a C-” Minho said. 

“Yeah, sorry, why was Jisung staring at us?” Felix asked, nudging his forehead towards him. 

You all turned around and saw Jisung talking to his friend. 

Minho sighed. “I don’t even wanna know, honestly” he shook his head. “I can’t believe he’s still friends with that asshole, my God”

“Who? Hyunjin?” Felix asked.

“Yeah”

“He’s… not that bad” Felix scratched the back of his head sheepishly. 

“Yeah, no. He’s horrible” you sighed. “He was always staring at me with a scowl on his face and being witness of his bully friends back in high school”

“Thank God those fuckers didn’t apply to this one” Jeongin sighed. 

“Yeah. Unfortunately we got the worst. The witnesses” Minho said. “And of course, because the universe couldn’t have conspired enough against me, my ex”

“I still don’t know why you guys broke up” Felix said.

“Yeah, me neither” Jeongin shook his head. 

“I just got tired of the people surrounding him. And the way they influenced him. He was one thing with me and a totally different one when he was with his friends. It was like he was embarrassed of me or something. Like they didn’t know he was gay” Minho explained.

“But they knew” You deadpanned.

“Yeah” Minho nodded. “And cherry on top, he cheated on me”

“He did?” Felix asked.

“Yeah” 

“That’s horrible… well, good riddance, right?” You smiled at him.

Minho forced a smile, “Yeah… good riddance” he chuckled, unsure. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

You grabbed your stuff and quickly pushed it inside your bag as soon as the bell rang. 

“See you next week, class. Don’t forget to bring your assignments” Mr. Jackson said and left. 

“Hey, do you want to go to the coffee shop next to our dorms?” Jeongin asked next to you.

“Y-“

“Hey, Y/N” a masculine voice said behind you. 

You frowned as you turned around, only to find none other than Hwang Hyunjin in front of you.

You arched your eyebrows. “Uh, hello?” you said unsure. 

“Can I- Can I talk to you for a sec?” he asked, fidgeting with his hands.

The man was nervous. 

Strange. 

You turned around and looked at your friends. 

“Call us if you need us, Y/N” Felix politely smiled at Hyunjin and winked at you.

“Yeah, you guys go. I’ll catch up” you nodded. 

“Okay…” Minho said unsure, grabbing Jeongin’s arm and pulling him with the rest. 

You turned around and looked at Hyunjin. “��What’s up?” you asked.

“I- I was just wondering… you know, since you’re basically rocking this subject and well- you and Minho are the only ones who passed the last assignment… I was- just… wondering if you could- I don’t know, tutor me or- or something?” he asked. 

You snorted, unable to help yourself. “I didn’t know you knew my name”

“Yeah, I do. We- we went to high school together” he frowned. “Why?”

“Well, you basically ignored me in high school” you shrugged. “Figured we aren’t as cool as your wolf pack over there” you nudged your head towards his friends. 

Jisung smiled and waved, while Chan and Changbin made a peace sign with a nervous smile. 

Hyunjin sighed. “Yeah- well, I was an asshole in high school”

“I know”

Hyunjin inwardly winced. “So… about tutoring…”

You snorted and grabbed your stuff. “Goodbye, Hyunjin” you said and left the classroom.

Hyunjin stood there, watching you walk away while his friends snorted and laughed. 

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen a girl reject you” Chan laughed while Changbin cackled with his infamous laugh. 

“Ha-ha” Hyunjin said humourlessly. “That wasn’t funny”

“Oh, it was” Jisung laughed. “She literally laughed in your face”

“I’m gonna fail literature and never get my degree. I wanna die” he whined dramatically as he plopped down on the chair. 

Changbin rolled his eyes. “Be persistent mate. Come on. You have that charm and effect on people. Use it”

Hyunjin opened his eyes and looked at Changbin. “You say I should- like- follow her around and-“

“Yeah” Changbin nodded. 

“I never beg” Hyunjin shook his head. 

“Well, mate, you gotta push your ego aside if you wanna pass literature” Chan shrugged. 

Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah, I know. The girl hates me though”

“I wouldn’t blame her” Jisung shook his head. 

“Why’s that?” Changbin said. 

“Well, me and Hyunjin were with the popular group. Who were straight up bullies” Jisung explained. 

“You guys bullied Y/N?” Chan asked, his eyes widened. 

“No!” Hyunjin said loudly. “No, we didn’t. I don’t want to talk about high school. It’s been ages. Let’s just… move on”

“Okay…” Chan said unsure. 

“Well, what are you gonna do, Hyunjin?” Changbin asked. 

Hyunjin sighed and looked at the ceiling. “I think I’m gonna continue asking her”

“Yeah, figured” Jisung nodded.

Hyunjin looked at him with a frown. “Why’s that?”

“Well, you couldn’t stop staring at her ass, for all that matters”

“Hey! I’m not attracted to her, and I’m definitely not sleeping with her” Hyunjin whined. 

“Sure” Jisung nodded with a smirk. “So, about Seungmin’s…”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

You opened the door of the café and walked inside with a scowl. 

Minho looked up from their usual table and his eyes softened. “What’s up, Y/N?” he asked you. 

You sat down with a huff and left your bag hanging on the back of the chair. “Nothing. This fucker just asked me to tutor him”

“The audacity” Minho rolled his eyes. 

“Why’s that bad?” Felix asked, sipping on his iced tea. 

“Because he’s literally the guy who made my high school life miserable!” you whined. “My life and Minho’s life”

“Oh, well, maybe he’s- you know- changed” Felix tried. 

“Could be. The guy was staring at you like he was terrified” Jeongin said. “It was laughable”

“Maybe because he knows what he did” Minho added. “Typical bully attitude to get what he wants”

“I don’t know. He looked weird, though” You confessed. “Like he was nervous. He was all fidgety and awkward about it”

Felix hummed and looked down at his beverage. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It will be fine”

“Yeah, thank you, guys” You smiled at your friends.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You got us” Jeonging winked, poking your cheek with his finger, making you laugh. 

“I know. That’s why I love you guys” you smiled. 

An hour passed and you and your friends were having fun, as Jeongin was telling you about his date last night. 

“And then she laughs in my face, like- fully in front of me and I feel the stink in her breath. She had ordered ravioli with a cream cheese sauce that was showered with garlic” Jeongin said while you all cackled. 

“Oh my God, and what did you do?” You asked. 

“Nothing, I just contained my breath in and nodded at everything she said” Jeongin said. “Near death experience”

“And do you plan on texting her or something?” Minho asked.

“No, I mean, she was really cute but other than her attempted murder, we did not connect in the talking at all” Jeongin shook his head with a frown. “No way” 

“Okay, let’s all look down or look like we’re in a deep conversation” Minho said, suddenly.

“What?” Felix asked, confused.

“Hyunjin just walked in” Minho replied. 

Your eyes widened and Minho grabbed your arm when you were about to turn your head. “No, no, don’t turn around” he said, in front of you. “Okay, so my mother just died and we’re like- mourning or something”

“Good grief” Felix shook his head, biting on a muffin. 

Hyunjin, as soon as he stepped in, started whipping his head around, trying to look for you. He saw the back of your head while you were engrossed in a conversation with your friends. He took a deep breath in and tried to collect all the courage he could muster and walked towards you.

“Oh, no, he’s coming” Felix whispered.

“Act normal” Jeongin said.

“Hey, Y/N” Hyunjin said standing in front of you.

You looked up and blinked. “Hyunjin, what are you doing here?” 

“Man, my mother just died. Could you have some-”

“Minho!” Felix said, slapping his arm. 

Hyunjin looked at them curiously and you huffed. “Don’t mind them. What’s up?”

“I know you said no already, and you probably don’t like me at all but I seriously need your help” Hyunjin pleaded. “You see, I need to pass literature to get my degree. Please, I’ll literally pay you, whatever you want”

You chuckled and you moved your head to the side. “Hyunjin, are you serious right now? You’ve ignored my existence since we’ve met and now, when you need something, you acknowledge me?” you snort at the end. “Sorry, not happening”

Hyunjin let out a whine and out of literally nowhere, the man dropped to his knees.

“Oh my God” Felix mumbled and looked away.

“Y/N… I’m begging you. Please, please, please. I’ll literally clean your dorm, pay for your food, I’ll buy you whatever you want, just please, please tutor me” he asked, giving you puppy eyes.

You looked into his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Okay…”

“What?” Minho asked, in a high-pitched voice.

“Yeah, what?” Hyunjin asked, surprised as well.

“I’ll tutor you, just please get up. You’re embarrassing me in front of everyone” You said with a grimace.

Hyunjin quickly scrambled to his feet and nodded. “Okay, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Here’s my number” he said, grabbing a pen and scribbling the number into a piece of paper and handing it to you. “Text me. We can meet tomorrow”

“Yeah, okay” you nodded slowly. 

“Thank you, again, Y/N. I really appreciate it a lot. Sorry for bothering” Hyunjin said and quickly walked away.

You looked at him with a frown as he walked out of the café and then turned to look at Minho who was glaring at you. 

“What?” you asked him.

“I’m just gonna ask one simple question. Are you playing stupid? Or were you just born with it?” 

“Oh my God-”

“You just accepted tutoring the devil incarnate, Y/N!” Minho said dramatically.

“Did you see how he was begging on his knees? I don’t want to be as cruel as he was” you argued.

“The guy is the worst, Y/N. Come on” Minho insisted.

“I don’t know, Min. He really needed help” Felix tried. “I think it was sweet of you to give in” 

“Thank you, Lix” you said sincerely. 

“What if he just wants to sleep with you?” Minho asked.

“God, Minho! Hyunjin does not want to sleep with me” you laughed. 

“Yo, why not?” Jeongin asked. “You would make a hot couple”

Minho faked a gag. “Please no”

“You’re into guys, wouldn’t you say he’s hot?” Jeongin asked.

“Yeah, he sure is. But he’s a horrible person so no. I don’t like him” Minho spat, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Okay. Why don’t we all calm down, hm?” Felix asked. “Y/N’s gonna be tutoring Hyunjin and we’re all going to be supportive friends and be there for her if she needs anything”

“Thank you” you mouthed and he winked. 

Minho sighed and looked away. 

“Just trust me. You know I wouldn’t do anything” you told him.

“Y/N, it’s not you I’m worried about. I know you’re not going to do anything. But him? Yeah, I don’t trust him” he said. Felix gave him a look and he let out a breath. “But… I’ll give it the benefit of a doubt”

“Great” Felix clapped. “Everything’s solved. Can we please go back to talking about Jeongin’s horrible date with the garlic breath girl and all?”

“Yeah” you nodded. 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

You dropped your bag on the chair next to the door of your room and sighed. 

“Wanna order take out?” Minho asked from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, chinese, please” you called out.

“On it!”

You dropped your body on the bed and felt the purring of one of Minho’s cats next to your head. 

“Hey, Dori” you cooed, brushing your fingers across the cat’s soft fur. “You missed me?” you asked and the kitty purred. “Yeah, you did” 

You grabbed your phone from your jean back pocket and the piece of paper with Hyunjin’s number fell out. 

Sighing, you picked it up and after a while of thinking, you added him into your contacts. 

Y/N: hey, it’s y/n

You texted him and left the phone on the bed, to stare at Dori.

The phone vibrated and you grabbed it.

Hyunjin: oh hiii

You frowned. “A hi with three ‘I’s?” you asked yourself in a whisper. 

Hyunjin: what’s up?

“What’s up? God, we’re just gonna be having tutoring sessions. You don’t wanna know how I’ve been” you harshly whispered to yourself.

You: fine. Do you wanna meet tomorrow at the café me and my friends were having a hangout until you interrupted-

You sighed and pressed the delete button. 

You couldn’t send him that.

You: i’m ok. you wanna meet at the same coffee shop tomorrow after english?

Hyunjin: yeah, i’m okay with it.

You: great. 

You left the phone on the bed and went to help Minho while he put on the plates and silverware on the table.

“Everything okay?” Minho asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I was just texting Hyunjin” you told him. “I told him he could meet at the coffee shop from today”

“The one where he rudely interrupted us?”

“Yeah, the same one” you laughed.

He smiled and then looked down. “I’m sorry if I was harsh with you today” he said quietly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Min. I know you’re just looking out for me” 

“I know. I just… we suffered a lot in high school and- well, I don’t wanna go through that again. Neither of us” he shook his head.

“Aww, are you sweet talking to me?” you cooed.

Minho dropped his soft expression and rolled his eyes. “Man, you ruined the moment. I hate you”

“No, you love me” you said and wrapped your arms around him.

“Get off” Minho said.

“You love me” you said louder.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” he said. 

The bell rang and he looked at the door. “That’s the take out. Be right back” 

“Go ahead. I love you too”

“Shut up”

You giggled as you made your way back to your room and grabbed your phone. Your heartbeat started beating faster when you saw the notification from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: see you tomorrow, y/n :)

“Fuck, you stupid heart. Stop doing that!” 

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

You sighed as you tapped your nails on the wooden table from the café as you waited for Hyunjin. 

He was 10 minutes late and you were so close to grabbing your stuff and fleeting out of there. 

Suddenly, your eyes caught his figure being followed by a girl who was looking at him with a smile while he had a frown on his face. He said something, making the girl’s smile drop and walk away embarrassed. 

You looked down and felt a weird feeling in your stomach.

Hyunjin, with a sigh, sat down on the booth bench. “Hey, I’m so, so sorry Y/N” he said, sounding tired.

You didn’t even have the heart to say something rude to him because he was late. “No worries” you breathed out. “Did something happen?”

“Oh, uh… no, it’s just this-”

“Girl?”

Hyunijn looked at you, wide-eyed and then let out a laugh. “Yeah, kind of”

“You slept with her and she wants more but you don’t want more?” you asked, feeling that curious, annoying thing on your stomach.

Hyunjin shook his head. “No, she’s uh… my ex-girlfriend” he said.

“Oh…”

“Yeah” he nodded. “We broke up a long while ago but- well, I broke up with her but she didn’t take it well”

“How long ago was that?”

“Four months ago”

“Four?” you asked and he nodded. “Fuck, that’s a long time”

“I know” he sighed. 

You chewed on your lip. “Okay, we can start now. I’m sorry I asked, I just- well, you looked kind of bothered” you said.

“No, it’s okay. Y/N, thank you” he said with a little smile.

Those damn butterflies kicked inside your stomach and you inwardly rolled your eyes. You hummed and looked down at your computer. 

“Right! So, the next assignment is to choose a sonnet from Shakespeare and analyze it. That means we’ll have to search, read some and well, choose the one we like the best” you told him.

“Oh God, I hate this already” he said, pressing his forehead against the table.

You giggled. “It’s not that bad. I collected a bunch for you to pick” 

He pulled his head up quickly and smiled. “Really?” 

“Yeah” you nodded.

“You’re the best” he smiled wider. 

Fuck, that’s a pretty smile- FOCUS. “It’s nothing” you scoffed with a little smile too.

“No, really. It’s a lot. Let me see” he said and you pushed your computer towards him.

As he started scrolling through the different sonnets, his eyes couldn’t help but wander towards your face. You were looking out the window while sipping your pink drink with a sense of tranquility, something that was definitely lacking in his life. Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel his heart hammering in his chest as he admired your pretty face. He paid attention to the way you sucked on the straw of your drink and he bit his lip. 

You were so attractive to him and you had no idea. 

How didn’t you see it? How didn’t you notice him staring at you in high-

“You picked one yet?” you asked him, turning your head to face him.

He blinked a couple of times and nodded. “Y-yeah” he lied. “I picked one” 

“Let me see” you said, grabbing the computer. Your eyes lit up and smiled at him, making him feel a flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt till now. “Wow, Sonnet 116. Good choice. You are one romantic guy, never thought of that” 

His eyes narrowed, confusedly and then nodded. “Yeah… I guess you didn’t know that about me, huh?” he joked.

Hyunjin was in fact a very romantic guy himself, he loved cliché stuff and, whenever he painted, he tried to symbolize love as much as he could. He would paint red roses very often, thinking they symbolize an act of love, sensualism and mysticism. Hyunjin loved romantic comedies and he always cried with them.

But that was a secret he kept well hidden.

“Well, this one you picked is very beautiful” you said with a smile and he couldn’t help but reciprocate it. “Let Me Not to The Marriage of True Minds is one of his most famous works” 

Hyunjin immediately took out his computer and started typing whatever you said. 

“We can read it together” you said, pushing the computer so he could see it.  

He nodded and you started reading some lines and explaining them to him.

Hyunjin stared at you attentively and tried to focus, he really did. But his stupid brain and heart had teamed up to sabotage this study session, because they were focused on you. You, you, you. Then, his eyes couldn’t help but go down as he took in what you were wearing. 

Fuck, how did he not notice? You were wearing a black top that had a low cut and it gave a good view of your breasts, as your arms pushed them together due to your inclined position on the table. His mind started racing with different dirty thoughts of what he’d do to you if they weren’t in a crowded café. Hyunjin noticed you were wearing a lace black bra and it made him wanna grab-

“He’s basically saying that true love is not changeable, no matter the length of time” you explained, bringing him back to earth.

Hyunjin quickly typed, trying to convince you he was paying attention. 

“He is so certain about his definition of love that, if proven wrong, then he was sure he had never loved anyone” you finished.

“Wow…” Hyunjin said. “That’s… beautiful”

“I know” you giggled. “Well, we have to, basically, do an analysis of it”

“Okay, how do we start?”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

Hyunjin pressed the point button on his laptop and sighed. “Fucking finally” he said.

“It wasn’t that bad, you gotta admit that” you smiled.

He had to admit, he did enjoy literature after all. “Yeah, it was actually interesting. Maybe I should’ve asked you for help a long time ago” he confessed.

“Well, that means you would’ve acknowledged my existence, which you didn’t until… yesterday” you said with a shrug.

That’s a lie, Hyunjin thought. “I… I’m sorry” he said and he mentally slapped himself.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it. Really” you said.

He frowned. He didn’t like the sound of that. He was about to open his mouth when you cursed.

“Fuck! Look at the hour, it’s almost eight” you cursed.

Hyunjin looked out the window and noticed how dark it had gotten. “Right, wow. I didn’t even notice” he mumbled as he looked at his phone. 

“Yeah, me neither” you chuckled, putting all your stuff away.

Hyunjin frowned as he didn’t like the fact that this session was over and you’d probably go back to ignoring each other like you did. 

“Hey, uh… do you wanna go back to my place? Like… to hang out” he said.

You arched your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Well, to be honest, I could pay you back with some take out. Whatever you want. My roommate, Chan, is out for the day with his girlfriend so I'm gonna be home alone” Hyunjin explained. 

You leaned your head to the side.  “Are you inviting me because you feel bad for me or because you don’t wanna be alone?” 

None, I just wanna be with you. “Both, I guess?”

You chuckled and looked away. “Hyunjin-”

“Please?” he asked.

You looked at him again and then sighed. “Fine. But we’re ordering chinese”

“Deal” he smiled, satisfied.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

“She did that?” You asked him as soon as you and him walked inside his dorm.

“Yep. And then she basically threatened Lily, my friend’s girlfriend, to stay away from me because she was jealous” Hyunijn explained.

“Oh my God” you mumbled. “That’s borderline obsessive”

“Yeah, I know” he said, dropping his stuff on the couch, “You can drop your stuff  and sit here, I’ll order take out” Hyunjin whipped his phone out and started clicking on the delivery app.

You did the same and noticed there were a few notifications from your group chat with your friends.

<Besties!!>

Min 🐈: hey, you alive bestie? 

Min 🐈: did you kill hyunjin? I’d be delighted if your answer was yes. I’d even help you bury the body

Innie 💛: min shut up

Min 🐈: what?

Lixie☀️: i think you’re overreacting a little

Min 🐈: i think i’m not

You chuckled and quickly typed your answer back.

You: I’m okay, you guys. calm down!! 

You: i’m at his place.

Innie 💛: excuse me?

Lixie☀️: say what?

Min 🐈: oh my god, I think i’m gonna faint

You: shut up. he invited me and ordered chinese as my payment, i happily accepted bc u know i’d never decline chinese 😀

You sighed. You knew Minho would never approve of this, he’d scold the hell out of you. 

Lixie☀️: okay, take care y/n. 

Innie 💛: pls text us if anything happens!

Min 🐈: yeah that

You: i will, thx! love u guys

“Okay, it’s on its way. Want a drink or something?” Hyunjin brought you back to reality and you quickly turned off your phone.

“Oh, uh… what do you have?” you asked him.

“I have wine… coke, water”

“I could have some wine�� you smiled.

“Great” he said and took it out from the cupboards. 

You walked towards the kitchen and sat down on the stools, feeling your hands get sweaty from the nervousness you felt. 

“So… did your friends roast me via text?” Hyunjin asked. You pulled your face back and he chuckled. “I know you were texting them. You looked really stressed out explaining this situation to them”

You sighed and looked away. “Yeah, uh… I think it’s not news that they don’t like you” you chuckled humourlessly.

He nodded. “I don’t think you do either” he said. He hoped that was untrue.

“Well. I had my reasons” you said.

Hyunjin frowned. “Had?”

“Yeah, well, I think you weren’t just as bad as I thought” you confessed.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, you did ignore me in high school” you told him. “And you were friends with the people that made my life a living hell, while you stood there, watching”

He was about to say something but the bell rang. “That must be the delivery guy. Be right back”

He walked away from the kitchen and you put your head in your hands. What were you doing?

Hyunjin came back really fast and he placed the food on the plates, wordlessly, while you just stared.

Great, you ruined the whole mood. 

You started eating and the silence was so loud, you wanted to fleet out the door. 

“I didn’t ignore you” Hyunjin suddenly spoke. 

You looked up and gave him a confused look. “What?”

“I didn’t ignore you. In high school, I mean” he repeated himself. “I was just hanging out with the wrong crowd, and I admit that. I just wanted you to know that I did know you who you were. I didn’t know you attended this uni, though” 

You analyzed his words and expressions. He sounded sincere.

“I… it’s funny, actually. I had a huge crush on you” he said in a small voice.

Now, hold up.

“What?” you asked him with a frown.

“Yeah” he laughed. “You were really cute and just my type. But as I said, I hung out with the wrong crowd and it repelled people like you, fairly. And I wanted to be popular, because it was like a dream and it felt like being powerful but then I understood that it was stupid and there’s literally not a day in which I don’t regret hanging out with those people” 

You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if this was a figment of your imagination.

“So, I deeply apologize” Hyunjin said in a small voice. 

You nodded. “Okay… I uh… I did not know that” you chuckled nervously.

“No, you didn’t have to,” he said. “Really, I’m sorry, Y/N. If it… helps or whatever, I did want to defend you when they said those things to you and your friends. I was just too afraid to say anything, honestly”

“Afraid they’d do it to you” you said.

“Yeah, basically”

You hummed and licked your lips, deep in thought. “I had a crush on you too back in high school” you suddenly said.

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah” you chuckled. “Even if I hated you, I couldn’t… help it” 

“Wow…”

“I never told anyone about this” you chuckled. “Not even Minho”

“Oh God, he hates me so much” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah, well, you’re friends with Jisung, so…” you said.

He frowned. “What’s up with him anyways?” 

You looked up in surprise. “Jisung cheated on Minho”

He looked really surprised to hear that. “What?” Hyunjin asked in a high pitched voice. “No, that’s not it. I mean, yeah, he accused him of cheating but Jisung didn’t do that”

“Yeah, well, that’s what Minho told me. Back at prom” you told him.

“Okay, that’s weird because Jisung did not attend prom” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean he didn’t go to prom? He said he found Jisung kissing other guy” you frowned.

“Yeah, no. Jisung’s grandfather had passed away the day before so he had to travel overnight to his hometown” Hyunjin said.

“Oh wow” you mumbled. “Well, then we’ll have to tell them and maybe…”

“Get them together again?” Hyunjin asked, with a little shrug.

“Yeah” you giggled. “You know, as much as Minho talks about hating him and all… I think he’s never really gotten over Jisung. He still keeps the necklace he gifted him and the collar he made for Soonie” 

“Jisung’s never gotten over him either. He likes to gag at the mention of him but he still has that shirt, you know, the one they shared of-”

“Oh my God, from that Cat Café? The one that says-”

“Cat Café Lovers? Yeah, that one” Hyunjin laughed.

You chuckled and looked away. “Gosh, that was peak cringe from them”

“Yeah”

The chatter continued. You talked about everything and anything. It was like you both needed this talk from a long time ago, and you didn’t know it. 

After eating everything and helping him with the dishes, you looked at the clock and gasped.

“Oh shit, it’s eleven. Fuck” you whispered. “I gotta go, I’m sorry”

“Oh…” Hyunjin said, sounding disappointed. “It’s okay, don’t worry”

He walked you to the door and opened it. He leant against the frame and watched you put your bag on your shoulder and look up at him.

“Thank you for the food… and the talk” you smiled.

“No, thank you. I’ll probably get an A from what we did” he chuckled. “You’re very smart and very kind to help me… even after everything I did”

“It’s alright” you nodded. “And you apologized, so, we’re good”

“Yeah…” he said. “I actually lied” he suddenly blurted.

You frowned. “What… did you lie about?” 

He swallowed nervously and looked down at his feet. “I did like you in high school but… I didn’t stop” 

You pulled your face back in utter shock.

Say what?

“I… seeing you the other day. It made me realize I didn’t stop liking you after all” he chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I thought you were really cute back then but, seeing you now, I see you got even more beautiful and it kills me that I did what I did. And I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable by saying this but- well, I just thought I could tell you because-” he started rambling and you felt a rush of confidence to shut him up.

Shut him up by kissing him. Hard.

Your kiss shocked him but he was quick to grab your waist and pull you against his chest. 

You pulled away and smiled at him. “I like you too, Hyunjin. Even if you suck at literature and stare at my tits the whole time I’m explaining a Shakespeare sonnet to you” you told him against his lips and he blushed. 

“Okay, that’s-”

You giggled and pressed your lips against his once again, making him groan. He pushed you inside his dorm again, closing the door with his foot. Your bag dropped to the floor and he put his hands under your legs, hoisting you up in the air, making you wrap your legs around his waist. 

Hyunjin led you to his room and then laid you down on his bed, all while literally devouring your mouth with his tongue deep, stroking yours. 

He pulled away to kiss your neck and you arched your back, mewling and clawing at his clothed back. 

“Hyunjinnie…” you sighed, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, Y/N” he whispered, biting on your skin. He pulled away and stared at you. “You are so beautiful”

You smiled shyly at him and when he went to kiss your neck again, you stopped him by pulling his hair. 

“What?” he asked, caressing your waist.

“I just uh…”

“You a virgin?” he asked.

“No! No, no. I uh had my fair share of hook ups… but I am not like the most experienced so please-” he silenced you with a kiss, moving his hands under your shirt.

“You-” kiss. “-are perfect-” kiss. “Don’t worry, baby” he whispered and went to kiss you again. 

Hyunjin pressed kisses on your neck down to your stomach, over your shirt until he reached the belt of your jeans. He made quick work of taking off your shoes and your belt. 

You helped him kick your jeans off and he stared at your panties. 

His eyebrow arched, as he looked at your laced black panties. “I wanted to feel sexy” you shrugged innocently. 

He tugged on your legs, making you yelp. “Come here” he growled, kissing your lips as his hands groped your breasts through your shirt. “I’m gonna eat you out until you’re shaking, is that okay?”

You shivered at his tone and his honesty. “I…”

“Has anyone ever done that before?” he asked. You shook your head ‘no’, giving him doe eyes. “What kind of dumb men did you date? Who wouldn’t want to do that?” 

He didn’t even give you time to answer, because he took off your panties quickly and shoved your legs open. 

“Fuck, look at that. You’re so wet, baby” he whispered, smirking at you.

“God, do something, Hyune” you moaned, arching your back.

He chuckled at your desperation and swiped his fingers over your drenched entrance, making you whimper. He dragged those soaked fingers over his tongue and sucked them clean. As soon as he finished, Hyunjin crawled over you and kissed you, inserting his tongue inside your mouth, making your nails dig into his shoulders as you tasted yourself. 

He pulled away and panted as he looked at you. “Do you feel how good you taste?” he asked and didn’t even give you time to answer as he dropped a quick peck on your lips and went down to eat you out. 

Hyunjin’s tongue dragged over your core over and over and all you could do was hold onto the sheets desperately. He inserted his fingers and scissored them as he licked over your sensitive clit in a circle motion. 

Your hands went to his hair and started pulling, making him mewl against your cunt. You pushed his head against your cunt, making his nose press against your clit as his tongue licked over you. 

He had you cum on your tongue two times and then, he pressed a kiss over your pubic bone when he was finished, definitely leaving your legs shaking in pleasure, just like he had promised. He wiped his face with his sleeve and then grabbed the back of his tee, pulling it over his head, letting you admire his toned body.

Your hands immediately brushed over his torso and his abs contracted, feeling the goosebumps run all over his body. He pressed his chest against yours and kissed you again, really soft and sweet. 

“How was that?” he whispered against your lips.

“Fucking mindblowing” you whispered, making him smirk.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, fidgeting with the end of your shirt.

You smirked. “I think you tortured yourself long enough at the café staring at me. Go ahead” you giggle.

He giggled back and pecked your lips and then pressed a kiss to your cleavage. “I couldn’t help it” he murmured and then grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. He stared at your black lacy bra, his hand going under you to grab at the clasp.

You didn’t let him, arching your back at taking it off yourself, exposing your tits to him. 

His hands immediately grabbed them and pushed his face towards them, enveloping one of your nipples inside his mouth and sucking. You arched your back and moaned, gripping his hair tightly with your fingers. He sucked one and then another, then, pushed them together and licked over them.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, I need you to fuck me” you whispered.

“Okay, okay, fuck” he said, giving one of your tits one last suck and then leaned up on his knees, trying to take off his belt as fast as he could. 

You helped him kick off his jeans and saw his erection straining against the fabric of his Calvin Klein’s. It was big already and when he hooked a finger on the hem and pulled them down, your eyes widened. 

His dick slapped against his stomach and his hand went down to stroke himself. 

He knelt on the bed and pushed himself to brace himself over you while looking for a condom. Hyunjin took it out and put it on quickly, and then went back to brush the tip over your entrance, making your nails dig against his forearms. 

One of his big hands gripped your thigh and the other one held his cock to push it inside you. Once he did, you arched your back and he let out a choked moan. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Y/N. And so wet, shit” he whispered against your neck and then he kissed the hot, sweaty skin. 

“Fuck, Hyune” you moaned. 

“Yeah, keep chanting my name like that” he whispered, moving his hips as he hit your cervix over and over. 

You let out a little yelp every time he hit that sweet spot and one of his hands went to one of your breasts, brushing over your nipple and pinching it every now and then.

He licked over your ear and pulled on your earlobe. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he whispered. “So fucking long, baby” 

You put your leg over his shoulder, making him go deeper and pulling a moan from both of you.

His fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed it in a circle motion, it made you get closer and closer towards your orgasm.

You bit at his neck and moaned. “I think I’m gonna come, Hyune”

“Yeah?” he groaned. “Fucking come, then”

Your cunt gripped him tightly, making him groan and thrust even harder. You arched your back against Hyunjn’s chest and came around his length, feeling your vision go white and like you were about to pass out from the amount of pleasure the man on top of you was making you feel.

You barely noticed how he was losing control, as his thrust became sloppier. With a choked moan, he emptied himself inside the condom, his hands gripping the mattress tightly and then with a sigh, he collapsed on top of you, completely spent and satisfied.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly as he panted against your neck. 

“That was-”

“Amazing, fucking amazing” he whispered against your neck. 

You giggled and combed your fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp. 

Hyunjin lifted his head and smiled at you. “You are so pretty”

“Thank you. You are very pretty, too” you said shyly and he blushed. “You blushing?”

He let his head drop against your chest and mumbled, “Shut up”

“You definitely are” you giggled.

“Shut up!”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

After he let you use your shower (in which he may or may not have sneaked in and ate you out against the tiles), you changed into one of his shirts and wandered around his room. You saw the canvases that laid on the desk and smiled as you saw the amazing drawings and paintings he did.

“Wow… you did this?”  you asked him over your shoulder.

“Yeah” he said shyly, brushing the towel over his wet hair. “They’re not the greatest-”

“They’re not? I think they’re museum-worthy, are you kidding?” you chuckled. “The way you painted that rose, wow” 

He chuckled and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I feel so at peace with you, Y/N” he whispered against your neck.

You smiled and put your hands over his arms. “Me too, Hyunjin” you whispered, kissing his skin. “Me too”

“You have practice tomorrow at the studio right?” he asked. 

“Yeah, we have that super difficult R&B choreo” you sighed. 

“Really?” he asked. 

“Yeah”

Hyunjin started thinking about a little something in silence and then spoke up. “Do you want me to change classes?” 

You frowned and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“So that we can practice together. Maybe that’s the reason I never saw you here. Because we never got to practice together” 

You let out a little laugh. “You’re crazy, Hyune” 

“Yeah, crazy about you” he said and kissed your cheek with a loud kiss sound. 

You giggled and shook your head. “Oh, fine. Change classes”

“Yay” he whispered. “What do you usually wear for practice?” 

“Leggings…”

“Oh, it’s gonna be amazing, I’m so sure of it. I’m gonna have so much fun” he smirked.

“Hyunjin!”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

You and Hyunjin woke up with a loud buzzing noise coming from the night stand. 

Hyunjin from behind you groaned and pressed his face harder against your neck. “What’s that, babe?”

“It’s just my phone, hun” you whispered as you grabbed it and looked at the ID of the call. “Hello, Min?”

“Where are you, bitch?”

“Huh?” you asked, surprised at his tone.

“You don’t come home, then you don’t show up at history, and you’re not here at the cafeteria” Minho said.

Your eyes widened and you sat up, looking at the hour. 10:04.

“Shit!” you yelled. “Hyunjin, we overslept!” you yelled, grabbing at his arm and shaking him.

“Hm?” he asked, confused.

“Hyunjin, wake up! We need to get to my dorm to change and then go to the studio! Come on!” you yelled, jumping off the bed and searching for your clothes frantically. “Where the hell did you throw my socks?” 

Hyunjin took his sweet time sitting up on the bed and stretching his muscles. He scratched his eyes and blinked a couple of times. His head turned to the clock on the nightstand and his eyes widened. 

“Holy shit, it’s 10 AM” he said, and jumped off the bed.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” you yelled back as you ran towards the bathroom to brush your teeth in your bra, jeans and only one sock on your feet.

Hyunjin quickly dressed while you brushed your teeth. He combed his hair with his hands quickly and saw you get out of the bathroom, looking around for your shirt.

“What are you searching for?” he asked you.

“My shirt! I don’t know where you threw it. And my socks” you said, looking everywhere.

“Here, use one of mine” Hyunjin tossed you a shirt. “You look better in them” 

You grabbed it and looked at it. “Thank you” you said in a small, shy voice and quickly pulled it over your frame. “My socks” 

“Oh, here” he said. “I found them” he smiled.

“Thanks”

Hyunjin grabbed his stuff and smiled at you again. “Let’s go?”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

You and Hyunjin ran through the hallways, panting.

“To the right!” you yelled and quickly turned with Hyunjin following suit. 

“There you are!” Minho suddenly appeared in front of you just as you turned the corner, with Felix and Jeongin behind him.

“FUCK! Minho!” you yelled. “You scared me!” 

He was staring at you and Hyunjin with a frown. “Okay… please tell me that you are wearing his shirt because he clumsily dropped wine on it and those marks on your neck are just mosquito bites” he said calmly.

Your eyes widened and quickly slapped your hand over your neck, as you looked at Hyunjin with a glare. He just shrugged.

“I think I’m gonna faint” Minho said, grabbing his heart, dramatically.

Felix rolled his eyes and sighed. “Let’s go, guys. We have practice in two minutes” he said with a smile.

You followed them and Hyunjin did too. “I’m gonna ask my professor to… do what I told you, okay?” he asked, grabbing your shoulder.

“Okay” you nodded. 

Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your lips and walked away the other way. You stared at him and then your eyes darted to your friends who were wide-eyed staring at you. 

“No comments, okay?” 

“Oh, no, you come here and tell everything!” Jeongin giggled excitedly.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

After practice, you sat with your friends at the café, telling them everything.

“It was like I had been wrong about him my whole life” you told them, after you finished. 

“Wow, Y/N, he sounds like he really likes you” Felix smiled.

“He does” you nodded. “Hell, he liked me in high school? I did not expect to hear that” 

“Yeah, no one did” Jeongin shook his head.

You looked at Minho and sighed. “Could you be supportive about this?” you pleaded your friend, pressing your hands together.

“What happened with the I’m not gonna sleep with him, he doesn’t wanna sleep with me thing? You bumped your head against a wall and forgot about it?” Minho asked.

“No, we just had a really good conversation in which he apologized and well… I kissed him” You confessed. 

“Hold up, you kissed him?” Felix asked.

“Yep… oh! I have news about Jisung” you gasped, looking at Minho.

He looked up and his eyes widened. “What? What do you know?” he asked.

You smirked. “It was a misunderstanding, Min” you told him. 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course he’d defend his friend. I mean, what can you expect from him?” he laughed, humourlessly.

“He told me that he didn’t even attend prom” you told him and Minho pulled his face back.

“What?”

“Uh… a little context please?” Jeongin asked.

“So, basically, Minho saw what he thought was Jisung at prom kissing some other dude. They fought, they broke up, the end. But Hyunjin told me that Jisung did not go to prom, his grandfather had died the night prior and he had to rush to his hometown” you told him.

“Wow…” Felix said. “That’s- Minho, what do you think?”

“I think I need to go” he said and grabbed his stuff quickly. “Uh, sorry. Thank you for telling me, I’ll be right back” 

You three watched as Minho left the cafeteria in a rush and then looked at each other.

“You think they’ll get back together?” Jeongin asked.

“I think so” you smiled. “They aren’t over each other. At all” 

Felix smiled. “I can’t believe he has refused to date anyone this past year because he is still hung up on him” 

“Yep. Their relationship was really intense and they loved each other very much” you smiled. “Hell, he still keeps lots of things from him at the dorm. I just pretend I don’t see them but they’re there” 

“Like what?” Jeongin asked.

“You know that necklace Minho always wears?” you asked.

“Yeah, the one with the cat- No!” Felix suddenly gasped.

“Yeah, that one was a gift from Jisung” you giggled. “And then the collar that Soonie has, is a gift from Jisung as well”

“Oh my God” Jeongin said. “He talks a lot about hating him and now I realize he does not hate him at all”

“No” you chuckled. 

“Okay, I’m having a deja vu” Felix sighed.

You frowned and turned around, finding Hyunjin running towards you. You couldn’t help the smile that ran across your face. “Hey!” 

“Hi, good news!” he smiled and sat down on the empty seat where Minho was. “Where’s Minho?” he asked, realizing he wasn’t there anymore.

You and your friends smirked. “He went to search for the love of his life” Jeongin said, arching his eyebrows.

Hyunjin looked confused and you just chuckled. “I’ll tell you later”

“Okay” he nodded. “They let me change classes” he smiled.

“Really?” you gasped. “That’s great!” 

“You’re practicing with us?” Felix asked.

“Yeah!”

“That’s awesome, man” Jeongin smiled.

Hyunjin smiled. “I know, I’ll get to practice with my pretty girl” he said, smirking at you.

You groaned when you felt your friends starting to poke at your sides and make annoying noises at you. “Stop it!” You groaned.

“Y/N’s in love” they started singing. 

Hyunjin could only chuckle and shake his head. 

He felt his phone buzz and he took it out. He read the message on his phone and frowned.

You noticed his expression. “What’s up, hun?” you asked.

“Why is Jisung texting me: Minho just kissed me?”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

Two weeks later…

You and Hyunjin sat next to each other and he fiddled with his hands nervously. You put your hand over his fingers and smiled, with a chuckle. 

“Hyunjin, oh my God, calm down! It’s just an assignment” you told him.

“Yeah, I know” he sighed. “It’s just that I need to pass literature or-”

“You won’t get your degree, you told me already, yeah” you giggled. 

Mr. Jackson came over with the assignments and stared at Hyunjin. He gave him a curious look adn then left the paper on his desk with a sigh. 

“Here’s your work, Mr. Hwang. And yours Miss Y/L/N” he said, dropping yours on your table. 

Hyunjin took a look at the paper and gasped. “I got an A!” 

“Me too” you smiled excitedly. “See? I told you you were going to pass”

“I know, but it’s all thanks to you” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing it a couple of times. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you now”

You looked at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You won’t have to wonder now” you said and giggled. 

Your eyes darted to the couple in front of you and sighed.

“Ever since they got back, they won’t stop making out, it’s disgusting” you said to him.

“Hell, we are clingy and we don’t go making out like that” Hyunjin said.

Minho pulled away and looked at him. “That’s a lie, Hwang. Yesterday, I got scarred for life finding you naked on top of my best friend”

“Yeah, I got traumatized too” Jisung said next to him.

“Hey, the happy couples at the back!” Mr. Jackson called out. 

“Sorry” you all four said in unison. 

You and Hyunjin turned your head to the side and found Chan and Changbin mocking you, pretend-kissing each other while making faces. Hyunjin threatened to throw his pencil case while you laughed at them. Hyunjin looked down at your smiley face and his heart doubled its size. Maybe literature hadn’t been so bad after all.

Thank you, literature. 

[wish-to-be-as-cool]

My Headcanons/Backstory for the Gorgon Family(ft. OC)

The Gorgon Sisters

From oldest to youngest: Euryale, Stheno, and Medusa

I like the idea(i do not remember the og post) that the Gorgon sisters where always snake monsters and the curse was a fear aura(explanation for them being called hideous when they were said to be beautiful) and Medusa's gaze. But i will add other stuff were due to the curse

Euryale

Ive seen depictions were Medusa's sisters looked differently to her with boar tusks/face and brass hands and being very fast. Euryale is the sister with the brass, from her hands up to her elbows. Them claws were made for tearing. She also has boar tusks along with her snake fangs. I made my oc Amelio Gorgon her son, his brass only goes up a bit past his wrist.

Stheno

Viperine's mom. Also has boar tusks along with snake fangs. Doesn't have brass hands tho, but she is the fastest of the sisters, I was inspired by how quick Viperine is with makeup and her speech, like dc speedsters lol.

Medusa

Stone gaze ofc. Doesn't have boar tusks and she's the only sister without a snaketail, she got regular legs. Medusa has the title of Man Hater for a good reason, whereas her sisters where fine with staying secluded on their temple and only attacking those that went looking for them, but Medusa Hunted.

Hisstory:

The sisters separated for a good couple years to find themselves as they had always been known as the Gorgon Sisters or even worse Medusa and her sisters, not just Euryale, Stheno and Medusa.

During those years apart the first gorgon cousin was born Amelio(my oc), but Euryale didn't contact her sisters or meet them as her child was a boy and raising a child as a single mother is difficult.

Stheno sent word that she had born a daughter but didn't meet up with her sisters as she wanted to focus on making roots for herself and her sisters by getting a house for herself and buying plots for her sisters.

Medusa called for her sisters when Deuce was born because she wants the help of her big sisters, as as far as she knows one of them already has a kid, and because she's having a moral dilemma about having a son, as she loves her child but despises men and her child will grow into one, but thats her baby, how can she ever hate her baby?

And so the sister's have their long overdue reunion with extra passengers. Medusa and Stheno were both surprised, and pissed, that Euryale never said anything about having a child, let alone a son. But they get over it and catch up and raise their kids together for a bit.

The Gorgon Cousins

Amelio

My boiiii<3. Like i said oldest. I have him in like his mid-20s. Monster High Graduate. Lives on a farm with his two boyfriends💗. When they were little Deuce and Viperine used to beg him to go in disguise to get normie stuff. Viperine cant hide her monster features as easily as the boys can, but Deuce couldn't go because his mom was a bit overprotective and hated normies. He goes out into the human world as a gardener/flowershop employee since it explains away any questions people have. Beanie to hide snakes? Fashion. Mask for fangs? Allergies to a plant. Gloves for claws? Garden work. Has a work apron to complete the look "Emi's Flowers" which is supposed to be his mom's normie name. She hates it. His cousin's sometime call him "Lio" instead of his full name inspired by the cowardly lion because he doesn't like fighting. Its all fun n games tho, they don't actually mean it, they've seen what he can do with those claws.

Viperine i hc to be in 18-early 20s. She already has a job but she's also pretty young similar to Elisabat's age because Elisabat grew up with Draculaura and i know she can just be a teen/child star but i lile her being a lil older than laura better >:(. (I hc like 1800). She's physically and mentally older than Elisabat. She and Deuce like to race even tho he should know that he'll lose evrytime cuz superspeed but he's stubborn(no listen, like 'lio, dude, i totally got her this time, i went to this Ex-scream training camp, i got this).

The Gorgon Family has the vibes of "looks they could kill you, could actually kill you" with the exception of Amelio who has more of a "looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll (that could actually kill you)"

I'll post drawings of my hc looks in a reblog

Edit: I'll just post my redesign in an edit instead of a reblog

[beann-e]

Haikyu! Characters With A Shy Manager

Inarizaki Boys With A Shy Manager

tw” joke about ‘offing’ ones self & also overbearing parents

Read Part One Here

osamu

-osamu is someone who’s laidback and doesn’t show his anger much except for when his brother pisses him off and right now Atsumu was nearing the edge of his brothers patience

“ I don’t care what you do as long as your happy “

“ if thats what you want to do then who are we to stop you “

your eyes traveled as you watched osamus mouth quirk up in a small smile before turning into a frown at his brothers face

His body ignoring him and looking to you awaiting your answer his eyes speaking as if your words could change his decision

“ uh I— I don’- “

“ who cares what yer think “ atsumus voice came out in a yell as he turned to his brother

“ are you stupid why would you leave all of this — why would you throw all of this away “ he moved to point to everything in the gym and the balls that sat idle after a match theyd just played and won

“ this can provide for a family — life after high school ‘samu and you want to “

his face came up in confusion “ and you want to leave it all for a restaurant how — why— why would that make sense to you — it’s stupid “

you felt your body go slack as your face dropped into a pout at atsumu’s claims . Throughout all the times you’d seen them argue this had to be the biggest one you’d ever seen take place in front of the team.

You felt horrible your mouth wanted to open to try to protect osamu seeing as he was the only one who put effort into trying to speak with you.

Ever since you joined the team no one could really understand why you were so quiet except for osamu who would sit next to you during breaks and lunches that he’d share his food with you after you finished the bento box he’d made you

your heart tore as you watched him look to the ground ‘ just say something ‘samu please if this is what you want then tell him — it’s your life ‘

“ have you ever stopped and thought about how this may just be what you want ‘tsumu “

atsumus yells stopped as he heard his brothers voice and head pop up to target him

“ maybe this isn’t something I feel my talents are best used for “

he stood with his eyebrows furrowed in determination “ I like food — it makes me happy just like volley’ makes you so — I don’t care if it’s hard and not as easy as volleyball is for me right now —I want to do what my minds telling me to do “

he huffed “ and that’s to cook and open my own restaurant“

he moved to walk over to his brother to get closer with both his words and body “ and don’t you ever yell at them like that again you probably made them piss their pants “

he calmed himself down as he looked his brother in the eyes “ if your nice now “ he huffed out putting his arms into a hold across his chest “ maybe I might just give you a free meal when I open my restaurant “

Everyone’s body turned in shock and fear when they looked behind them to see your body shaking mouth being ripped open with a calming laugh as you clutched at you stomach

Everything seemed to slow in the gym as osamu watched your body ripple with the loud laugh that came out. Wondering how you’d held it inside for so long seeing as this was the first time anyone heard you laugh

“ y-y/n why — why are you laughing “

“ how can you laugh at a time like this we’re fighting“ Atsumus voice had calmed down in a state of panic at your new behavior

“ because osuma said you not gonna get any food“ you smiled “ and I know right now you don’t care but I bet when you get older and you see his amazing restaurant with a long line in front your gonna wish you’d sucked it up in this moment so you can take that free plate “

osamus mouth itched as his wide eyes squeezed shut at your bright smile his mouth opening before he could stop himself “ if you believe in me so much please believe I could keep you fed if you date me “

your body froze as everyone now turned in fear from you to osamu

“ Will I get rice for lunch everyday “ you giggled

“ i’ll make you anything you want out of rice if that’s what you like — i’ll even make you a wedding ring out of rice “

you laughed as you shook your head in a yes form “ as long as the foods included and you never give up on your dreams — no matter who believes in them “

your voice was soft “ then yes i’ll date you osamu “

you watched as he smiled widely sticking his tounge out at his brother “ oh now it’s really fuck what you think ‘tsumu— cause your the one who told me food wouldn’t be enough to get them to date me— I should’ve just made them the cake like I wanted and asked ‘em out “

The team all stood in shock as Arans mouth opened and closed before he spoke again “ u-uh how did that even make sense— what just happened “

sunas body relaxed against the wall as he spoke soft and quiet “ osumas quit volley’ to be a chef, y/n believes in him so their dating, and “ he pointed to atsumu

“ and once again Atsumu looks stupid “

Atsumu

-he’s not one who would necessarily get along with someone shy nor do I see him being able to. The way he acts may go two ways it may make the person comfortable or it may just irritate them and make them even more anxious

-I don’t think he’s one to see the signs , he would probably take your uncomfortable laughter as him making you laugh and tell the whole team he finally broke you and got you to laugh

“ atsumu “

The setter called as he threw up a new set for his brother in the two on two practice match. His hand hitting the ball hard in a spike as he won his team the final point

Your body dropping as you immediately knew what was coming “ y/n-san did you see that “

“ y-yes atsumu-senpai “

“ it was cool wasnt it “ he said as he moved towards you

“ y-yes “

he smirked as he slid his hands in his pocket looking down on you as he came to a stop in front of your body “ well when your just a great player like me things like that come easy so you don’t have to worry if I hurt myself or not “

he looked away from you and to the floor but eyes darting up to look at you again quickly “ because I didn’t so yeah — don’t think I did “

you smiled softly trying to think of a way out of this “ I-I didn’t think so “

“ yeah see you know someone like me would never get injured —I have to be a great role model to my sweet little first year“

he patted your head as he sat down next to you feet out in front of him “ don’t go turning into one of my annoying fan girls ok y/n “

“ I won’t “

“ ah you don’t mean that “ he bumped you softly “ you love me—so your loves gonna blind you you’ll see “

“ oh “

“ see you do — and I love you too “

“ dude they dont even like talking to you “

“ oh shut yer trap yes they do their in love with me we’re destined to be together “

“ yeah in death — that’s what your gonna do ‘tsumu yer gonna make them off theirselves by hearing yer loud mouth every single time you win a match “

“ y/n you love me right “

your body flamed as you let out an uncomfortable laugh moving over on the bench “ they look —their laughing because it’s true “

his body stopped “ wait “

you felt as the wheels were turning in his head —a bit slow but they were turning

his voice coming out in mumbles “ if their laughing— and i’m talking— and now their laughing after I spoke —-l”

he yelled “ I MADE Y/N-SAN LAUGH “

he screamed in happiness smile huge “ I made them laugh guys “

he jolted up jumping when he stood before racing over to the group that all turned to look at him “ their laughing guys I — I did it their laughing their laug—“

your eyes darted to the floor as atsumu fell head first into the floor his voice coming out in a whine as he shook coming up to grab his nose in pain before reaching down to rub his ankle that he felt was thumping like crazy

“ y-you lied you did hurt yourself “

he moved to run his hand across the back of his neck “ well when you say hurt what do you me—“

your laugh came out in short giggles as you tried to hide it not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you laugh your head turning to the side as you gave up and laughed into the air

Your giggles sounding like a song atsumu always wanted to play through his headphones when he would walk to school

His body thinking before his mind as he stood up and ran again towards the team “ Guys their — I did it again and you all saw — i’m amazing “

he fell forward again but this time just lying there as he mumbled into the ground

“ their totally in love with me — I made ‘em laugh not once but twice in a row —I got a real shot now“

Aran

-I don’t know much about him because I haven’t finished haikyu! I just know what i’ve gathered from short clips or from what i’ve seen already in the seasons & read in manga but he’s very open minded

-whenever he’s around you he’s always quick to snap and stop someone from telling you that you aren’t allowed to do something because it’s “ not logical “

Your body moved slowly to the gyms exit as you felt a hand come down over your shoulder

“ walk ‘ya home ? “

you looked up face stoic in a slight yes at Arans question

since you’d joined the team as manager you had yet to connect with the other boys only really speaking to Aran and helping him out when he needed it

He came to like being around you because you were a change of pace from his usual one dealing with the twins antics. So it wasn’t that hard to hear him asking to walk you home for the past few nights when practice ran too long

he sighed as he looked down at you “ you never really speak but I feel like your face talks for you “

you looked to the ground as he laughed “ get it because your always stoic —and your face shows noth—ok“

he looked away not hearing your laugh or seeing a smile deciding to cough the atmosphere away “ ok yeah get it “

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to laugh you just couldnt your parents dug into you anytime you went home. Theyd have your head if you didn’t focus only on your studies so, it was hard for you to talk or even be around other people when it wasn’t for class it made you anxious and you weren’t sure how to interact

People took this as you being shy and you weren’t going to explain that you wanted to talk but just didn’t know how

He let his hand fall from your shoulder as the walk soon came to a close him leaving you to walk up to the stairs to your home

“ you may go “ you said softly as he shook his head with a big smile on his face

“ nope not until I know your in your house safely “

you nodded your head as you took a deep breath the door opening before your hand could meet the lock your fathers voice knocking you on your butt

“ who is this — who is he y/n “

“ I-I “

“ I heard more than your voice out here and came to the door “

“ were you waiting up for me “

“ yes you didn’t come home after school today “

“ oh I— there was a math meet i’m sorry “ your father looked away in disgust as you lied

“ your lying to me I called your school and they said you quit mathletes to be a manager of some volleyball club “

you gulped “ I um “

“ why would you do something stupid like that it can’t help you in the future — with your studies “

“ because I um — I like “

you shut yourself up just nodding your head as your father beat into you “ so dumb I thought I raised you correctly it doesn’t matter what you want to do or what’s fun you do what makes you smart and whats logical you do not hold feeli—“

“ I think their happy “ Aran smiled at the scene in front of him “ I think they enjoy being our manager very much “

“ and who told you to spea-“

“ my heart — it guides a person to make decisions ones like I just made — and ones that you made — you want the best for your daughter right “

you fathers actions faltered as Aran continued to press into him “ If you want the best than you have to realize y/n Is tired and she’s not used to friendly interaction — she’s very out of place and uncomfortable around people because she’s only used to school work“

he shook his head in concern “ is this what you want for your child — for your kid to only know how to talk about school and not have a moment where their not spending it thinking about math equations and growing overworked “

“ well I— “

“ on our volleyball team we work ourselves hard yes— but we’ve also become great friends through this hard work we’re happy doing what we do because our hearts led us to do it not our parents “

he looked to you and back to your father as he stood looking up from the bottom of the stairs “ so I ask that you let your child stay on the volleyball team since their heart brought them there to sign up for the job one tuesday afternoon at 3:30 in our gym during our second winning match of the season “

your dad nodded his head in shock as he whispered out an ok

Aran smiling and leaving after waving to you with a short see you tomorrow

Your dad holding the house door open for you as he walked over whispering out to you “ you better marry that boy “ he smiled as he moved through the house

“ he remembered every detail about when he first met you “

[wornoutmouse]

Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

[shotokimchi]

Heartless (Bakugou x Fem!Reader) vs (Kirishima x Fem!Reader)

Summary: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST...

A/n: If you have any ideas for me, please dont be shy and message me! I will gladly write for you. Please make sure to check it out Spices and Love HERE!

You were sitting in your room, with red puffy eyes and messy hair. Your clean and cute room was now a mess. When you were about to wash your face you got a notification, sighing you made your way towards the phone, it was a message from Kirishima. Kirishima tried to reach you for hours but you left him on read, you didnt wanted to see anyone at the moment. Then you heard a knock on your door and sighed “I wanna be alone.” Your voice cracked at the end and your face turned into a scowl. *Ugh, i feel sick.* then you heard the knock again and slapped your forehead “What do you-” Your words died in your throat and you saw a familiar brunette. It was her, the one who ruined everything, the one who told you that she was your best friend then stabbed you on the back. You tried to slam the door shut but she immediately pushed it back “Y/n, please listen!” You felt the anger rising, when you were angry you were way too scary, sometimes even Bakugou looked soft compared to you. “Leave, now!” You screamed and tried to close the door then you heard a 3rd voice “Uraraka-san, stop it!” It was Momo, she was your everything. You gave a sigh of relief and continued to push the door, then Momo grabbed Uraraka’s arm and tried to yank her back without hurting her. “Wait, i need to talk to her!” She tried to reach towards the door but Momo tightened her hold on Uraraka’s arm and replied “She needs some time right now, dont push things.” Uraraka sighed and left. Momo’s room was next to yours so it made her hear every single thing that happened around you. When Uraraka’s figure dissapeared she immediately knocked on your door “Y/n-chan, its me.” She waited and the door slowly opened “Momo-chan...” Your eyes started to water and she pulled you into a hug. “Lets go inside” she smiled and holded your hand. When she saw your room her mouth was on the floor, you were a clean and organised person but now the tissues, and the glass of the broken lamp was everywhere. “Y/n-chan you cant walk around, you can cut your toes!” She called Mina and Jirou for help and five minutes later they were in front of your door. Mina pulled you into a tight hug and Jirou patted your head with a small smile, Mina tried to lift your spirits so she tried to give her biggest smile “Let’s clean!” You tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. When you bent down to pick up the tissues Jirou crouched down beside you and grabbed your hand “No, you go sit on the bed!” the other two nodded and you sighed “But, i cant let you clean my room, i wanna help.” Momo cupped your cheek and smiled “You are tired Y/n-chan, please go sit.” You gave a defeated sigh and plopped down on your bed. When you started to wiggle your toes Mina turned to look at you and gasped in shock “Y/n-chan, your feet?!” When Momo and Jirou turned to look at you their face turned pale and you raised a brow “What about my fe-” You saw the cuts under them caused by the glass of your nightstand lamp. “I-i didnt noticed.” Mina frowned and putted her hands on her hips “Thats it! Im calling Kirishima!” You tried to get up but after looking under your feet, you realised the pain. Kirishima was one of your best friends so you knew that he was going to get more worried than he needed to “N-no!” But you were too late, Mina dialed his number and told your situation and after 3 minutes you heard loud bangs and slapped your forehead, when Mina turned the doorknob Kirishima barged in and ran towards you “Y/n!” He grabbed your shoulders and started to examine you “K-kiri, im fine!” He looked at you with worry and sadness. You sighed and pulled him into a hug “Why were you ignoring my texts?!” He raised his voice but regretted it, he was just trying to understand what happened. “Im sorry, Kiri...” He sighed and flicked your forehead “Y/n, i should be the one who’s apologising.” You immediately understood where he was getting at so you pinched his cheeks “Dont you dare blame yourself Kirishima Eijiro!” He felt guilty and it wasnt even his fault it was his best friend’s. “Owieee!” He grabbed your wrists and tried to stop you then you started to giggle and his eyes softened. You were finally laughing...

After Kirishima got a call from Mina, Bakugou saw the worry in his eyes and immediately understood that it was about you, shitty hair was trying to reach your for hours. Kaminari sighed loudly and looked at Sero “I wonder what happened.” Sero shrugged and looked at Bakugou “What are you looking at?” He barked and Sero frowned. Kaminari sighed and looked at Bakugou “Dude, chill.” Bakugou scoffed and got up from his seat “Im going to my room, i dont wanna deal with anyone.” He walked towards the elevator and left.

-

“Y/n, can you tell us what happened?” Jirou asked, you were sitting on your bed with Momo and Jirou, Mina and Kirishima were sitting on the floor. Everyone was looking at you with curious but sad eyes, you didnt told them what happened but they knew that your heart was broken. You took a deep breath and started to explain as calm as possible “This morning, when i was walking towards the classroom... I saw Bakugou and Uraraka.” Jirou raised a brow “They were making out.” Kirishima’s eyes widened and Mina shouted “But you guys are dating?!” Your nails were leaving marks on your thigs “No Mina... I walked towards them and pushed him, i tried to confront him but i learned that...” You squeezed your eyes shut and Momo patted your back “Learned what?” Jirou whispered “I learned that he was using me to make Uraraka jelaous.” Kirishima gritted his teeth “This is unacceptable.” He growled and Mina stood up “Y/n!” She pulled you in a tight hug and you started to cry. Everyone in the classroom knew that you were in love with Bakugou for 3 years, at first everyone was shocked because you were strong and intelligent some of the guys from other classes gave you a nickname, “Unapproachable” some of them tried to ask you out but you always refused, your heart was screaming ‘Katsuki’. So when he asked you out you felt like the happiest girl in the world. “He tossed me out because Uraraka feels the same about him.” You started to shake and Kirishima couldnt watch you suffer so he got up and rushed towards the common room.

-

“Where is Bakugou?” Kaminari panicked bc of the harsh tone, it was Kirishima. He had never seen him so angry, he gulped and answered “In his room, everything ok ?” Kirishima gave a firm nod and walked towards the elevator, Kaminari looked at Sero and they both stood up “You guys stay here.” Kirishima said with a firm tone. Kaminari shook his head “Dude, we are in this together i dont know what happened but you are my best friend.” Sero nodded and tried to smile, Kirishima relaxed and thanked them.

-

Bakugou was laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, he knew what he did was wrong bc you always cared about him even when he was a jerk but his pride was too important so instead of apologising he avoided you like nothing happened. When he saw the broken expression on your face he regretted his actions but he had a crush on Uraraka. At first his plan didnt seemed so cruel to him, he was going to flirt with you, make Uraraka jelaous then make her confess to him. Things got out of hand and he found himself asking you out. He knew about your feelings and he hated himself for playing with them but when he saw the looks Uraraka was giving you both, he forgot about you and continued. He started to get touchy with you whenever she was around. There was jelaousy in her eyes but something else was there too... Fear, sadness and regret. She didnt wanted to stab her best friend on the back and Bakugou knew that, he couldnt help it, he wanted her. So today, when Uraraka wanted to talk with him, he got excited and forgot about you. She came with a serious expression on her face “Bakugou we need to talk.” He tried to hide his smirk but failed “What do you want pink cheeks?” She crossed her arms “Stop playing with my friend’s feelings.” He chuckled and answered “Are you worried about her or is it about your own feelings?” Her eyes widened and she blushed “This is not about us, Bakugou! You are playing with her, you know that she has a crush on you.” Bakugou’s smirk dropped and he sighed “Tch, i know that. Then why are you watching and not helping her?” She froze “I-i want her to be happy.” Bakugou wanted to laugh but controlled himself “I cant make her happy and you know that.” she sighed “We are both selfish...” Bakugou grabbed her wrist and looked at her in the eyes “So... what about it? Lets be selfish.” He pulled her into a heated kiss and thats when they both heard a gasp. Your eyes were wide, brows were furrowed and legs were trembling. Bakugou’s heart stopped, he didnt thought seeing the expression on your face would make him so sad. “W-what are you doing?” your voice cracked and you started to walk towards him “Y/n-chan please listen!” Uraraka immediately pushed him and tried to grab your hand but you avoided contact and grabbed Bakugou by his collar. “Why...?” Your pupils were trembling, he opened his mouth but nothing came out. You started to shake him “Give me a reason!” Uraraka grabbed your arm “Y/n im so sorry!” You pushed her and shouted “You are sorry because you got caught!” Bakugou crouched next to her and helped her up “Y/n!” He warned you with a harsh tone and your blood started to boil. “You asshole, you owe me an explanation, i loved you and thats what im getting for return?!” Uraraka’s eyes were glued to the floor, Bakugou looked at you in the eyes and opened his mouth “I never had a crush on you, i asked you out because... I wanted her.” Your vision become blurry with tears and you gave them a disgusted look “Y/n please!” Uraraka shouted but you turned around and left. When class started, he sat down he looked at your desk and it was empty, Aizawa came and told that you werent feeling well. Everyone in the classroom got worried especially Momo and Kirishima. They were clueless, he decided to stay quiet. *BAM BAM BAM* The loud bang on the door woke him up from his thoughts, he groaned and opened the door “What do you-” When he was about to scold the one who interrupted him, he saw his best friend standing in front of the door with bloody red eyes, Kaminari and Sero were grabbing his shoulders but when he saw Bakugou’s face he yanked them off and punched him in the face “You were my biggest role model, you were my best friend... How could you do something so wrong?!” He shouted and Bakugou groaned “Leave me alone.” He demanded but Kirishima continued to look at him with anger, Kaminari and Sero ran towards him and tried to calm him down but it didnt worked “Bro calm down!” Kaminari shouted but when he received a glare from Kiri, he stopped trying. “How can you play with Y/n’s feelings?! You knew that she liked you, how can you play with someone like they dont have any emotions?!” Sero and Kaminari was even more confused, Sero decided to step in “What do you mean Kirishima?” Kirishima turned around and glared “He dated Y/n because he liked Uraraka. He used Y/n.” Kaminari let out a gasp and Sero’s eyes widened “What...?” Sero’s question was more like a whisper. Kirishima only got angrier and he kicked Bakugou in the stomach, Bakugou lost his patience and screamed back “I cant deal with you right now!” He punched Kiri back and now they were wrestling on the floor. When they got too intense the other guys in the floor informed Aizawa and he separated them. 

-

Mina’s phone was ringing, she looked at the contact info and saw Kaminari’s ID. “”Whats up?” Her face dropped and she looked at you, Momo and Jirou gave questioning looks. “Y/n, Kiri and Bakugou... They got into a fight.” You immediately stood up and rushed towards the common room “Y/n wait for us!” Jirou shouted but you were too deaf to hear it. When you arrived Kirishima was sitting on the couch with an icepack in his hands “Kiri!” You ran towards him and some of the guys turned to look at you “Y/n-chan... What happened to your feet?” Midoriya pointed at your bandaged feet and you shook your head “Nothing important Midoriya, dont worry.” Todoroki frowned but you paid no mind and crouched in front of Kirishima. “Idiot, what did you do?” You grabbed the icepack and pushed it on his cheek.” He hissed but gave you a small smile “I didnt do anything.” You sighed “Kirishima, dont get into trouble because of me.” He frowned and flicked your forehead “Owie! What was that for?!” He pouted “You are my best friend! I would gladly get into trouble for you!” Your eyes widened and your cheeks started to burn. He closed his eyes and gave you the biggest smile he could manage “You are important Y/n!” The mood was better and the other guys started to smile. Bakugou watched the interaction from afar and he realised that... He just made the biggest mistake.

A/N: If you want a part 2 just reblog and let me know! Also if you have suggestiongs dont be shy and message me!

[halo-jpeg]

Bro gimmie some Sinclair brother angst

Y e s. I had an idea, so here it is; Getting in a fight with your slasher s/o. Time to cry.

Fighting with your Slasher S/O Headcanons

Michael Myers

Fights with him are brutal. You’ll end up emotionally and sometimes even physically hurt. He has a horrible temper, and doesn’t like to be provoked, so if you provoke him you’re screwed.

He’ll lock his hand around your throat before the fight can escalate too far; simply to get to the punch, to put you in your place and not waste time.

He’s cold-hearted when he’s angry, and he’s terrifying. This is one of the few times he’ll willingly get close to you, and that’s simply to intimidate you.

If you get him to talk, or god-forbid yell at you, you’ve done something horribly, horribly wrong.

Afterwards, he’ll ghost you for days, sometimes even weeks depending on the severity of the fight. You won’t see a glimpse of him until he wants you to. You won’t hear a word, either, but you’ll know he’s there, hating you, because you can feel his eyes on your back and the threatening aura he eminates.

He’s allowed to get mad at you, but you’re not allowed to get mad at him.

Jason Voorhees

He does not want to fight you. Never ever, but if he ever lost his temper- let’s say you were pushing his boundaries, or maybe you let a trespasser escape- he’ll lose his temper.

He won’t yell or hurt you, but you can tell he’s fuming because he’ll run away and hide in the forest. If you were to follow him, you would see him shaking with rage and slashing at whatever resembled a human corpse. Anything to expel his anger.

After his initial rage dies down, he’ll cry. Again, not in front of you, never in front of you. Maybe he’ll go to the lake, the cabins, etc. But he’ll sit and sob silently into his hands for ever getting angry at you. You didn’t deserve that.

He’ll be so, so scared to go back home to you. He’ll fear that upon his arrival... you’ll be gone. That maybe his anger scared you off once and for all. If he were to ever walk in and find you crying, or scared, he’d hug you almost immediately and he wouldn’t let go for a long time.

After your fight, he won’t know whether to stick to your side like glue, or to give you space. You’ll have to be the one to initiate any physical contact, at least until the tension from the fight disappears.

Bubba Sawyer

He wouldn’t ever get mad at you, so if you were to start yelling at him he’d simply take every word like a slash from a blade. It would hurt him, but he wouldn’t even think to retaliate.

Of course you’d feel bad, any human would; especially when you see him start to cry.

He’d be scared of you. He’d flinch whenever you came too close, because with yelling always came hitting. Thats what he knew from his brothers.

It would take a long time to calm him down again, a long time to stop his shaking and whining.

When you finally do, youd better give him cuddles. So, so many cuddles.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would have a very difficult time controlling himself if you were to fight. With his family he was taught not to be pushed around, so it takes a lot for him not to hurt you.

Don’t get me wrong; he doesn’t want to hurt you, but it’s normal to him, he doesn’t know any better.

After the initial heat of the fight he’d go somewhere to be alone, brooding in silence.

The only way to calm him down again is to go sit with him, not saying a word. Simply placing your hand on his and waiting.

Billy Lenz

Billy doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions. If he were to get angry, he would be dangerous, to say the least.

When he’s mad, he gets twitchy, unstable. He has a hard time forming coherent sentences and will randomly break out into tears for only a minute or toe before he’s yelling again.

It takes a lot to calm him down. The best thing to do would be to stay silent and wait him out. His voice is so loud he wouldn’t even hear anything you would try to say.

After the fight he’d feel horrible. He’d cry, and beg for your forgiveness. If you don’t hug him, he’ll be even more sad, and afraid, too. Afraid you’re disappointed, afraid that you won’t want anything more to do with him.

Brahms Heelshire

For Brahms it really depends on the day. Sometimes he’ll take no shit from anyone, and he’ll snap back violently, but others he’ll stand silent, waiting for you to finish yelling.

On his feisty days, he’ll argue for hours. He’s a petty dude, so he’s always trying to get the last word in. Sometimes he can grow violent, too. He’d never mean to hurt you, and he’d try to channel his anger into other things.

He’s never been taught to deal with his rage or emotions, so he’s a loose canon. He throws things a lot, like plates or vases.

On his calmer days he’ll take every word you have to say, waiting for you to vent out your anger.

Then, he’d cry. He’d lock himself in the walls and he’d hide from you, sobbing until there wasn’t a trace of anger left in you.

When he comes back out it will take a while to earn his trust again. He’d be afraid of you. Ironic, huh?

Billy & Stu

If you were to yell at Billy, he’d try to shut you up with a kiss. It usually calmed you down, but if you were mad enough and yelled anyway, he’d react differently.

If you still yelled then he’d yell right back. He gets hostile very easily, but he’d never ever hurt you. Maybe he’d break something, but he’d never hurt you.

If you yelled at Stu he’d just stand there, waiting for you to finish before apologizing, even if he didn’t really do anything.

He’d stay 100% calm, even if your yelling made him a little heartbroken. He’d either give you space to let you cool off, or force you into hugging him until you calmed down.

Leslie Vernon

He doesn’t like being yelled at. He doesn’t like yelling, either. He prefers jokes or calm talking, not yelling. Never yelling.

To end the fight, he’ll cut right to the chase and try to brush the problem off or solve it as quickly as possible. If you were to insult him or bring up a sore topic, though... then you’re in trouble.

He doesn’t like to be reminded of his past, insulted, or called out for his mistakes, so when you do any of those he’ll look over you or slam you against a wall to get ont our face and intimidate you.

“That’s enough, (Y/N).” His voice will be stern and threatening enough to shut you right up. It wouldn’t be smart to bring up the topic later.

He wouldn’t outright apologize, he doesn’t want to bring the topic up again, but you can tell he’s sorry for scaring you because of how he’s walking on eggshells.

Vincent Sinclair

He’s used to being yelled at, so he won’t do a single thing. He’ll take the verbal abuse without batting an eye.

He’ll do his best to fix his act, afraid of the consequences if he doesn’t. The only problem with yelling at him is that now he’s associated you with Bo, and in turn, with fear.

He’ll see you as just another person who controls him. He’ll be scared to upset you so he won’t be... himself around you, he’ll be perfect Vincent who makes no mistakes and never complains about anything.

The only way to snap him out of his scared, compliant stupor would be to apologize, and even then, it’ll take him a while to go back to normal and let his guard down around you again.

Bo Sinclair

He will not take any crap. You don’t ever yell at him. A simple glare from Bo is usually enough to scare you out of talking badly.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be called out- he really does want to hear your problems and such, but not if you raise your voice to tell him.

If you do grow the balls to yell at him, he’ll make you pay. Whether that be through his hand on your throat and rage in his eyes, or the cold shoulder for a whole week, you won’t yell at him again for a while.

Lester Sinclair

Poor Les is terrified of being yelled at. He’s always been invisible to his family, they’ve never yelled at him but he’s seen them yell at each other and it terrifies him.

He’ll go silent, he’ll keep himself together until he’s alone, and then he’ll sob his eyes out for hours. He won’t avoid you afterwards, but he’ll be so scared to mess up.

He’ll do whatever he can to keep you happy. It’ll take a few days for him to stop being so hurt.

Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson

If you yell at him he’ll cross his arms, waiting impatiently for you to finish. When you finally do, he’ll hit you with a sassy “are you done?” And an unimpressed quirked eyebrow.

As childish as that response is, it usually convinces you to storm off with a scoff to go cool off before coming back.

He doesn’t get hurt by your yelling, and he never yells back. He understands that people get angry, that’s okay.

He’ll brush off the fight and act normal the quickest out of any of the other slashers.

Norman Bates

Infinite apologies. He isn’t always sure what he’s done wrong but he won’t ever do it again.

If the yelling escalates, he’ll try not to cry. If it escalates further, he will cry. If it still escalates, he’ll snap.

Depending on the day, snapping either means storming off without a word, or shouting back with full force and setting rage.

After any form of his snapping he’ll feel horrible. You know he feels bad, because he can’t look you in the eye without them tearing up again. You don’t deserve to be yelled at.

[bladekindeyewear]

HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-08-23

More homestuuuuuck

I’m a little tired today so I don’t expect much intelligent analysis out of myself, but if anything classpecty happens I doubt I’ll be able to help myself regardless.

oh, always

(EDITS: added note on horn colors, link to ask on potential Blood powers reference)

> CHAPTER 12. Really Convoluted Metaphorical Horseshit

cuuute

In the bowels of a different ship, at a moment in time that is not pinpointable in either direction from the previous interaction, another Dave raps quietly to himself.

another dave raps quietly to himself.  i am glad that phrase exists it brings me joy

(LATER EDIT: A friend on Discord pointed out that throughout this entire update, Karkat's horns are #FF0000 red. They were normal candy-corn colors in previous glimpses at the ship crew, though they used a dark single-color shortcut typical of old Homestuck at one point... but THIS time it stays STARK red even when we zoom in close later. Is this just artistic liberty? Did Karkat color his horns for fashion? Does this happen to red-bloods like the Sufferer after a certain age? Just how much time has actually passed, here? We might have to wait for the commentary for this one.)

KARKAT: I WAS SAYING I THOUGHT WE MIGHT GO, I DUNNO, ANYWHERE ELSE ON THE ENTIRE SHIP WHILE THE CLOTHES WERE WASHING. KARKAT: SEEING AS THIS DECREPIT MACHINE WE WERE SO BLESSEDLY PROVIDED WITH MAKES A WHIRRING SOUND SO PANCHAFINGLY ARHYTHMIC THAT IT THREATENS TO ERADICATE THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF TEMPO FROM THE UNIVERSE.

Karkat really has chilled out hasnt he?  like this is surprisingly level for him, and that fact is hilarious.

KARKAT: AND YET SOMEHOW BASICALLY ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED SINCE WE STARTED THE LOAD IS THAT YOU’VE BEEN USING IT AS A FUCKED UP BEAT TO WHISPER TO YOURSELF ABOUT FLOWERS TO.

oh gosh that’s why he’s rapping

> ==>

DAVE: kanaya was telling me this kids story the other day about this dude who didnt cherish a flower enough until it peaced out to do flower stuff idk its not pertinent to the story DAVE: except the flower was a person DAVE: because it was a metaphor

Oh right, coming back to the Little Prince stuff I was too lazy to metaphor-deep-dive into, and literally asking the same questions we were asking about who the Little Prince’s story applies to mapped here if anyone at all, like Dirk and such, or what biases were in the retelling of it and the way Kanaya phrased it.  So now we’re practically mocking it by deep diving it here, hence the last page’s “DAVE: i was just thinking through some really convoluted metaphorical horseshit”, which means we’re both about to further explore AND shit all over the existence of this story metaphor until it doesn’t mean anything and most of the meaning we drew from it earlier is made a joke~

well, not “we”, cause I was too lazy, so... y’all

DAVE: anyway what goes down in the story is that once the flower lady is out of the picture DAVE: the main character goes around making all these connections between her and everything else in the universe until every damn thing feels like a symbol for how much he fucked up and how much he will never see her again KARKAT: THIS SEEMS PRETTY FUCKING INTENSE FOR A KID'S STORY DAVE: yea thats pretty much what i said

Oh holy shit.  That’s yet another way to put it.  Are we doing a whole moral takedown of the Light aspect today?  cause it sounds like we’re taking a dump on the Light aspect and RoboRose getting too obsessed and immersed in it, which would be excellent

DAVE: but i guess its not so much what the story was technically textually about but more like the version of it kanaya internalized and then told me when we were talkin about how she misses rose

exactly

DAVE: so like now im taking the story she told me she was projecting her feelings onto and projecting my feelings on top of that

yes absolutely, you just rephrased it a different way with that exact same bias

DAVE: this is just one big game of emotional projection telephone so feel free to go paraphrase it to roxy later and make it about whatever fuckin thing youre currently missing

perfect. i need an emoji for that Italian thing for when you pinch your thumb and forefinger together and kiss it

ah this’ll do:

its like the expression “choice” but in nonverbal form

[...] whatever fuckin thing youre currently missing KARKAT: YOUR ABILITY TO GET TO THE POINT DAVE: gotem DAVE: anyway you’re not gonna have to miss that skill of mine for long DAVE: get ready for this shit because i am about to slap you with the point so hard youll fall ass first into the washer DAVE: just scrambling around in there getting all sudsy DAVE: but your brain is gonna be so blasted from the mindfreak of a point im about to make that there wont be anything left to clean

Anytime dave is told to get to the point he is contractually obligated to spend at least 20 seconds talking about how he’ll get to the point in a way that is not getting to the point

DAVE: so its genuinely cool that kanaya can go around creating meaning that may or may not be actually present in every little thing DAVE: connecting every feeling she has to the idea of her wife existing out there DAVE: so i told her she should keep that shit up DAVE: but im having the opposite issue where im struggling to find anything to be that kind of tether because every single thing i could possibly consider about what it is were doing just reminds me of yet another thing to be afraid about

Great examples of Light being good and bad!  Attaching strands of connective meaning to everything.  --though, in Dave’s case AND Kanaya’s case you could argue it’s both bad in terms of effects.  That it’s great for Kanaya to care, but that she should be able to divest herself and live on her own terms without idealizing Rose literally everywhere she looks, personal growth which would be useful in helping bring Rose back to her in the first place.  The struggle they’re looking forward to is largely philosophical, not just physical, and until Rosebot acknowledges that she was wrong it’s not over.

DAVE: everything fuckin sucks huge cosmic donkey sack and im terrified KARKAT: OK, SO I FEEL LIKE YOU SKIPPED A COUPLE NECESSARY STEPS IN YOUR POINT CLARIFICATION PROCESS.

Pretty sure Dave was on the same page as most Epilogue and start-of-HS2 readers.  This situation is pretty bleak to dump our heroes into, no matter how much we believe will be resolved in the long run.

DAVE: ok but were you going with sweet or savory please give me that much at least KARKAT: YEAH IT WAS GOING TO BE SUNDAE-BASED. DAVE: nice KARKAT: YEAH. KARKAT: DO YOU WANNA WATCH MORE GBBO AFTER THIS? DAVE: absolutely

--ah, Great British Bake-Off, can’t say I’ve indulged

do they still have that?? did they save it from old Earth?  or did they go where unflooded Britain used to be and say hey, new show reboot

KARKAT: GREAT. ANYWAY, LIKE I WAS SAYING, FOR THE LOVE OF SWEET HUMAN CHRIST, PLEASE BACK UP TO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU’RE ACTUALLY SCARED OF. KARKAT: ALSO COME HERE, IDIOT.

That last line is like, exactly as fucking sweet and awesome as we imagined their relationship to be.  :)

> ==>

OH MY GOD THAT’S ADORABLE

DAVE: ok yeah this is a better position to unleash all my inner fears n anxieties from

indisputably.

DAVE: those times its like my mouth was saying words about the situation wherein our friends are AWOL and maybe dead but my brain wasnt fully letting me experience the emotion that goes along with them DAVE: man its like i cant even start genuinely thinking about how afraid i actually am for rose and john without my brain flippin its wad and whiting out DAVE: like haha fuck i hope theyre ok DAVE: now i better make a fuckin joke before i succumb to the gaping mouth of despair waiting for me to fall in it as soon as i look down and acknowledge that its there ogling how juicy my ass looks as it trembles with terror

I really hope that the writers of HS2 know full well that this feeling? the one Dave is describing here? is what many of us who got way overinvested in the well-being of Homestuck’s surviving characters felt reading the Epilogues and Homestuck^2.  So I really hope they’re working through it in a way that will result in a preponderance of GOOD THINGS happening and hope-filled situations.  Cause that “can’t even think about X” feeling is too familiar, and if they understand it as well as it LOOKS like they’re getting to, I’d really like them to give us a helping hand healing.

I think that’s what they’re going for?  Seems hopeful for me to think so, but they HAVE been doing better as HS2 has been going forward, from an emotional standpoint anyway; definitely better than the Epilogues.  And I’ve worked through some of that stuff with the help of that, because it’s MUCH easier nowadays to think about Homestuck without my gut clenching.

DAVE: i guess im just fucked up about how to worry about dirk and be angry at him at the same time DAVE: because if i get as unholy pissed at him as i sometimes wanna be i also gotta admit to myself that maybe i coulda done something different there

Mhmm, Karkat’s potentially a pretty good person to speak with here since he’s done so much work trying not to feel responsible for everything that’s ever gone wrong.

DAVE: also like DAVE: and this by the way adds a whole other layer of guilt on there that i dont really know how to fuckin reckon with but DAVE: even with all the shit hes pulled and the fact that we are more or less heading toward having to take him down DAVE: whatever that is gonna mean and whether or not he planned it like that DAVE: i just DAVE: me and him had come so far with each other and it was really cool for a while to have him and i DAVE: ugh DAVE: i dont WANT to hate him

Yeah, Dirk and Jane’s heel-turns were really shitty for anyone who was a fan of them in the fanbase, as well.

KARKAT: WELL THEN QUIT FUCKING PICKING AT THE SEAM ON MY SHORTS AND SPIT IT OUT. THEY'RE BARELY HANGING ON TO THE DEFINITION OF "SHORTS" AS IT IS.

That is an adorably real boyfriend-laying-in-boyfriend’s-lap thing to do

DAVE: the part i mentioned before about how we really have no goddamn clue how long this trip is even gonna take DAVE: i cant help but feel like its barely getting revved up DAVE: and for me and roxy and jade and callie and kan thats normal shit at best and boring at worst but we all have our immortality to thank for that DAVE: we can just dick around in space for near-eternity waiting to catch up to our friends who may or may not be our enemies now and itll be fine DAVE: i mean no itll be categorically miserable DAVE: but well survive it KARKAT: HOLD THE FUCK ON. DAVE: but you KARKAT: DAVE. DAVE: no lemme say this

Oh god damnit.  Karkat’s limited lifespan.  As if we hadn’t ALREADY covered a nauseatingly extensive gamut of disheartening topics of conversation.  We really have to confront every shred of misery in their past, present and future one after the other after the other in the Epilogues and HS2, don’t we?  >:(

I guess it had to be discussed, though.

DAVE: we dont talk about it much and i got shit to say about it DAVE: its not like i never thought about how youre mortal before but i just thought wed be able to figure it out before it mattered DAVE: come up with some kind of plan DAVE: i was just distracted being happy with you i fucking guess and so i didnt think up a way to fix it DAVE: and now thanks to dirk we have to work it out right the fuck now DAVE: because i cant spend this trip just sitting around watching you get old and die

Jesus.  I mean, WE know(?) that it’s not gonna be THAT many years, but THEY don’t know that.

Unless it really IS going to be that many years and HS2 is going to shamelessly take a fucking sledgehammer to our feelings for no goddamn good reason.  Which it won’t!  Right???  >:T

> ==>

Dishwasher ding

> Dave: Grapple with the clean, soggy consequences of the passage of time.

Hey, don’t make it a metaphor here. --though, fuck.  I suppose we are dealing with everyones dirty laundry.  God damnit.  SURE, deal with it all story but then GET IT OUT OF THE WAY AND PUT SOME SERIOUS FUN AND LAUGHS IN HERE so we don’t feel like we’re wading through an entire garbage dump!!!  *click*

Karkat’s eyebrows-only mouthless frown is really cute.

> ==>

okay Karkat explain the nope you’re lodging

> ==>

*put*

> ==>

*foot*

> ==>

DAVE: ok go on

I mean I at least appreciate the time investment in adorable boyfriends.  That’s definitely something of SOME good value they’re giving us in exchange for this misery

> ==>

That Karkat image makes me wanna do that red-shaky-gif-thing with it

KARKAT: IT'S NOT LIKE I'M NEW TO THE PARTICULAR MOOBEAST WRANGLING EVENT OF SOMEONE I PREVIOUSLY LOVED BRUTALLY TURNING ON ME AND LEAVING ME TO TRY AND CRAM MY FEELINGS ABOUT THE SITUATION BACK TOGETHER ALL ON MY OWN.

True

KARKAT: HE DID THAT ON HIS OWN. AND WE MADE THE CHOICE TO GO AFTER HIM ON OUR OWN.

Yes, and you’ll possibly convince him more of that over time, though not in this short conversation

KARKAT: I WAS FOLLOWING YOUR LITTLE TRAIL OF COOKIE CRUMB FEARS UNTIL IT LEAD TO THE BIG SNACK FINALE OF WORRY ABOUT MY FRAGILE MORTAL MEATSACK. KARKAT: IF I HAVE SOMEHOW NOT BEEN CLEAR ABOUT THIS WITH YOU YET, LET ME GO AHEAD AND RECTIFY THE SITUATION RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. KARKAT: HANGING OUT WITH YOU ON THIS LONG TRIP TO WHO THE SHITTING FUCK KNOWS WHERE IS QUITE LITERALLY THE HAPPIEST I HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY ENTIRE MEAGER EXISTENCE. KARKAT: I'M SO ABSOLUTELY BLISSED THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND TO BE ABLE TO LOOK AT YOUR STUPID IMMORTALLY SMOOTH HUMAN FACE SKIN EVERY DAY AND NOT HAVE A COMPLEX ABOUT IT.

D’AWWW

And with that darkly angry expression too, that’s PERFECT

I mean it’s true.  What exactly would they be doing DIFFERENTLY on Earth C other than enjoying each other like this?  It’s pretty fucking great.

...hm.  Isn’t this journey-not-the-destination stuff pretty Breathy?  Karkat’s proving more balanced by the moment.

KARKAT: AND I'LL BE STRAIGHT WITH YOU. IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVEN'T BEEN EXPERIENCING SOME COMPLICATED GUILT, MYSELF. KARKAT: THE FACT THAT I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE JUST FUCKING CHILLAXING AND BEING IN LOVE IN SPACE IS A CLEARLY INCONGRUOUS WITH THE REASON I'M ACTUALLY HERE CHILLAXING TO BEGIN WITH, AND I'M NOT LETTING MYSELF FORGET THAT, EITHER.

Pff.  He feels guilty for ENJOYING IT so much.  <3

KARKAT: BUT I RESENT THE IMPLICATION THAT MY HAPPINESS IS REGISTERING FOR YOU AS YOU HAVING TO JUST "SIT AROUND AND WATCH ME GET OLD," BECAUSE I KNOW YOU KNOW IT'S MORE THAN THAT.

I’m glad Karkat knows that DAVE knows somewhere in him that it’s more than that, because yeah, if Karkat thought he DIDN’T know that at some level that’d be a reason to take MUCH MORE SERIOUS offense.

KARKAT: LIKE, JESUS, DAVE. YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID FOR YOU, TOO, RIGHT? KARKAT: OR DID YOU FORGET THE WHOLE HEROIC DEATH THING? KARKAT: I WORRY ABOUT LOSING YOU FAIRLY FUCKING REGULARLY.

Hah!!!  Point taken.  Karkat must view Dave as practically more fragile than HIM.

KARKAT: ONE: WE'VE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH HELLACIOUS PANWARPING TRAUMA THAT I REFUSE TO NOT ENJOY THIS SHIT WHEN I FINALLY FUCKING GET IT, NO MATTER HOW LONG IT MAY OR MAY NOT LAST. KARKAT: TWO: IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE DOING NOTHING. WE’RE MOVING. WE’RE WORKING. WE’RE HEADED SPECIFICALLY TO A PLACE WHERE WE WILL UNDOUBTLEDLY ENDURE YET MORE FUCKING HELLACIOUS PANWARPING TRAUMA. KARKAT: AND THREE: WE'RE DOING THAT BECAUSE WE HAVE FRIENDS WHO WE CARE ABOUT THAT NEED US. THAT IS OUR FOCUS, HERE. NOT OUR FEAR. IT'S ABOUT THE PEOPLE WE HAVE TO SAVE. KARKAT: SO DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT ME, DAVE. I'M FINE.

Okay, this is great and wholesome.  I am now retroactively GLAD that this topic got brought up.  :)

> ==>

Dave is still afraid. There is a part of him that will always be, he thinks. He has accepted this about himself. There is another feeling coursing through him too, though. It’s something he's felt before, though never quite so intensely. He looks up at Karkat and understands, viscerally, the simple power his words have. They pump through Dave’s own body, alive and warm and true.

He wonders if Karkat realizes it, or if he’s just, as always, saying what he feels as he feels it. Dave doesn’t attempt to dissect it further. There will be time for that later.

Every really loving moment like this is sort of undercut by the fact that it’s also, in some senses, part of alt!Calliope’s narration and, by extension, her fanfiction.

EDIT 2: There's also either a hint to potential Blood powers or even an explicit Blood power use here that I didn't recognize. I'm leaning towards it's-laying-the-groundwork-for-future-use-of-Blood-powers-but-isnt-magical-in-this-case.

> ==>

Smooooch!

That was nice.  Still gonna wait on doing any commentary til next time or a Bonus update or two, cause I’m beat.  See y’all next time!

[wkemeup]

The Witness (6)

series summary: After witnessing a Hydra hit and the handsome, borderline endearing cop who had become a regular at your bar takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

pairing: detective!bucky x reader

word count: 7.2k

warnings: descriptions of violence, angst angst angst SMUT (18+) 

author’s note: thats right! update two days in a row! couldn’t leave you guys hanging too bad 😅I love seeing your comments so pls let me know what you think!

series masterlist // previous chapter

Bucky dove behind the police car, shielding his body from the spray of bullets lodging in his direction. He curled against the tire, wrapping his hands over his head as he shot a glance at Sam who was groaning on the pavement next to him, having just thrown his whole body up and over the trunk of the car. Bucky knelt on his knees, trying to get a better look at his partner to assess for damage.

“You okay, Wilson?” Bucky shouted over the gunfire, ducking down when the whiz of a bullet flew by his ear. Sam groaned but he rolled onto his side, yanking his handgun from his holster.

“Where the hell is our backup?!” He shouted as he jumped up and fired three shots over the trunk of the car before dropping back to the ground, back pressed against the frame.

“It’s been three hours, man. They ain’t comin’,” Bucky grunted. He looked down at his wrist for the fifth time in as many minutes. It was coming on eleven, and he should have been to your bar two hours ago to relieve Parker. Bucky clenched his jaw.

“She’ll be fine, Barnes,” Sam repeated, having said it at least ten times so far, eyeing the way Bucky couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off his watch. “Parker won’t leave just because you don’t show up.”

Bucky nodded. He gave the kid a lot of crap, but he knew you’d be safe with him. Plus, he was pretty sure Parker had a bit of a crush on you anyway. He might enjoy the extra time. Though, he hoped you wouldn’t be upset with him for failing to tell you or Parker that he wouldn’t make it tonight. He and Sam were too far out of range for Peter’s walkie to pick it up and with the heavy rain of gunfire, a quick call or text wasn’t an option.

It was supposed to be a simple in and out.

One guy; an old hydra affiant who had supposedly been out of the game for years. Sam had got word from one of his informants that he might have some information on the gunman from the alley, could possibly even identify you as the witness. Bucky couldn’t take the chance he was bluffing, so he grabbed Sam and went to have a ‘conversation’ with the man that led to a shootout in the middle of the street.

Nothing was ever easy with Hydra.

Four men were currently firing from inside the house, using windows for leverage and ducking behind the walls. Bucky and Sam had yet to get a decent shot in, though Bucky’s shoulder got grazed pretty early on. Dispatch wasn’t coming through, so Hydra must have figured out a way to jam the reception. The only message he had time to call in was to Steve, telling him they’d arrived at the house. No one knew they’d been held up in a rain of bullets since.

It went on for hours. Long past midnight and Bucky had stopped checking his watch.

Sam was in the middle of another round of shots when his gun stopped firing. He was out. The pause it took him to realize was too long before a bullet dove itself through his arm.

“Shit!” he cursed, grabbed onto his bicep as he slumped down to the ground. Blood oozed through his fingers. Bucky reached out and hastily ripped a section of his shirt and wrapped it around his partner’s arm, pulling tightly as he tied it, causing Sam to wince.

“Don’t fucking move,” Bucky ordered. The gunfire had ceased in the meantime. Bucky slowly laid down on the pavement, ignoring the look Sam was throwing at him, and kicked up at the side view mirror with all of his strength. It popped loose and jutted into the air before falling back into Bucky’s lap. With a triumphant grin, he readjusted until he was seated with his back on the car again.  

“What the hell are you doing, Macgyver?”

“Watch and learn, asshole,” Bucky grinned, holding the mirror up above the car. Through the reflection, he spotted a shimmer of light in the top right window. “Gotcha.”

Bucky sprang to his feet and fired a single shot where the glare had been. A hand slumped over the window pane.

“Goddamn,” Sam laughed, shaking his head. Bucky bent down to take cover again as the firing resumed. “I can’t believe that worked.”

“You should learn to trust me, partner,” Bucky taunted and Sam rolled his eyes in such a way it was probably painful. Bucky held up the mirror again and proceeded to take out another two of the men. Only one remained.

“On your left!” Sam shouted, but he wasn’t fast enough before Bucky was kicked hard in his shoulder, causing his gun to slide out of his grasp and a few feet away. He slumped onto the pavement with a groan.

“Come on, pig!” The man jeered, holding his fists up as he nudging Bucky with the side of his foot. “Get up!”

“You sure you don’t want to fight my partner? He’s a lot easier of a hit than I am,” Bucky grumbled, throwing a teasing look in Sam’s direction as he stood. Sam narrowed his eyes in annoyance just as Bucky winked. He took the moment of surprise and sent a fist barreling into the man’s jawline.

His hand stung as he pulled it back. This guy was no joke. Standing at least a half foot taller than Bucky and with the kind of look in his eyes that said he wasn’t going down easy. He came at Bucky with a roar and Bucky ducked his jab. When the fist came at him again, Bucky wasn’t quick enough, and it collided hard against his cheek bone before the other barreled into his ribs. Blood pooled in his mouth as he bit down on his tongue.

“Shit, Barnes! Step it up!” Sam shouted from the sideline.

“Shut the fuck up, Wilson!”

Bucky spit a glob of blood onto the ground and ignore Sam’s gag of disgust. Bucky managed to get another swing in at the man’s cheekbone before he kicked Bucky hard in the stomach. He stumbled back a few paces, grabbing onto the edge of the car for support. Sam narrowed his eyes, urging him on and Bucky groaned.

The man charged again and this time, Bucky went for his knees. This guy clearly spent too much time on arm day and ignored his lower body, and it gave Bucky the perfect target. A solid kick to the man’s knees and he lets out a shout in pain and dropped down. Bucky ran up behind him, snaking an arm around the man’s neck and yanking hard, squeezing as the man clawed at his arms. He dodged the man’s swings up at his face and he continued to squeeze.

Then, the man slumped, dead weight in Bucky’s arms and he dropped him to the floor.

“Fuck,” Bucky exhaled, panting hard as he wiped the trail of blood from his cheek.

“You kill him?” Sam asked quizzically, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

Bucky shot him a glare. “He’s just unconscious. Need one of these assholes to talk, don’t we?”

Sam studied the man lying on the ground before he eventually shrugged. “I guess.”

Bucky reached down and dragged the man’s arms behind his back, cuffing him to be safe. With all of his strength, he dragged him over to the police car and shoved him in the back seat. It took almost as much exertion as knocking the man out. Once the man was locked in the back, Sam was in the front seat, messing with the radio to try to get it back online.  

“I’ll try and call Steve,” Bucky suggested, reaching for his phone in his back pocket. When he pulled it out, his screen was illuminated with dozens of notifications. “What the-“

Hey Detective Barnes, it’s Peter. It’s 9:15 and you’re not here yet. Just checking in. Miss Y/l/n is in a weird mood...

Hey Detective B. Peter again. It’s 9:30 and I’m getting nervous. Y/n is drinking… should I be worried?

It’s 10:00 and I haven’t heard anything…

I’m freaking out a little here...

Bucky scrolled through the dozens of text messages, small ones in between where Parker asked for an update, where he was at, telling him what number drink you were on. Bucky’s heart was racing faster than it was when the bullets were firing in his direction.

Then, he landed on the final text.

Hey Dt. B. It’s 10:30. I just got dispatched on a 273D and I’m the only backup in the area. I have to go. No choice. I can’t get ahold of anyone else. I’m so sorry. Y/n said she’s alright until you get here. Please come soon.

Bucky didn’t even have a chance for the wave of panic to pass through him before he finally noticed the small, red notification in the bottom corner of the screen.

A voicemail.

From an unknown number.

You.  

Twenty-seven minutes ago.

“Shit!”

Bucky ran to the passenger side of the car, sliding over the hood of the car and nearly losing his balance as he scrambled to open the door. He threw himself inside the car and slammed the door shut behind him. Sam was giving him a curious look from the driver’s seat as Bucky’s hands were starting to shake.

“Drive,” Bucky could barely get the word out.

“Dude, are you-“

“Y/n called. T-There’s a voicemail. Twenty-seven minutes,” Bucky rasped, the fear so evident in his voice that Sam immediately dropped the wires in the radio and pulled the door shut. The car roared to life as he shifted it into gear.

“Well, listen to it!” Sam demanded as he slammed on the gas and pulled the car out onto the street. Out on the main road, they were weaving in and out of traffic, the siren wailing in Bucky’s ear through the open window shattered in the crossfire.

Bucky nodded, more unnerved than he had been in his life as the momentum of Sam’s driving shoved his body against the door. His hand was shaking, but he was able to press down on your message. It set it to speaker.

The automated voice announced he had one new message at 2:14am.

Then,

“B-Bucky, please,” your voice echoed through the speaker and Bucky clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from screaming. “I need you to answer. P-Please, Buck. Shit. He was here. He was just here!”

“Who’s ‘he’?” Sam interrupted, but Bucky shook his head frantically. He didn’t know.

“Please, I need you,” your voice cried, and Bucky felt a pang so violent in his chest he was sure it would give out. “C-Call me back. I’m -- fuck-- I’m scared. Please. I don’t know what to do. No one’s-- no one’s here. It’s just me. Bucky, please. You promised you’d answer. You promised.”

The message ended and Bucky could barely keep it together. He clenched the phone in his hand, Sam watching him nervously from the corner of his eye as he drove, and Bucky let out a scream that tore through his vocal cords enough to burn them raw.

He was panting, lightheaded, by the time he clenched his jaw again. The siren and rips of wind through the broken windows the only sound breaking the otherwise tense silence.

“I’m sure she’s still at the bar,” Sam offered hesitantly. “She said ‘he was here.’ As in no longer-“

“Just fucking drive!” Bucky bellowed, left hand gesturing aggressively towards the road as the right anxiously swept his hair from his eyes. Abruptly, he slammed his hands against the dashboard. “Fuck! Fucking hell! This is all my fault. Goddamnit!”

Sam stole a glance in Bucky’s direction as he took a sharp right turn. “You don’t know what happened yet. She could be fi-”

“What if she’s not there?” Bucky sounded years younger. The fear laced in his words enough to startle his partner. It was unlike him. Sam hasn’t seen him shaken like this since – ever. He slumped down into the chair, hands clenching at the fabric of his pants, searching for grounding. “God, what if she’s-“

“Shut up,” Sam snapped, slamming on the horn when the car in front of them didn’t move fast enough. “Stop making assumptions. We’ll get to the bar and go from there, you hear me?”

Bucky nodded, though it didn’t ease the dryness in his mouth or the racing throbbing of his heart. As Sam drove, Bucky tried to call your number back but you didn’t answer. He’d catch the first word of your answering machine, hang up, and call again. It was no use.

The car skidded in front of your bar with a piercing screech and Bucky was out the door before Sam could even put the car in park. He barreled through the front door, shoving his shoulder against the frame, only to find it unlocked as it tore open easily.

“Y/n!” he shouted, the crack in his voice unnoticed as he desperately scanned the empty room. “Y/n! Please! Answer me!”

Gun in his hand, only less than a handful of bullets left in the chamber, Bucky raced behind the bar. He dunked underneath but you were nowhere to be seen.

Sam raced in behind him. “Where is she?”  

“I don’t--” Bucky was shaking his head, trembling hands running through his hair as he tried to catch his breath. “I don’t know.”

“Okay,” Sam said calmly, slowly lowering his hand as if easing on a break. “I’ll check the closet. Go to the back office.”

Bucky nodded, feeling slightly relieved at the direction. He jogged back to the office and jiggled the handle, only to find it locked. Bucky narrowed his eyes.

“Doll?” he called. No response. “If you’re in there, move away from the door.”

Again, nothing.

He waited ten agonizingly long seconds as Sam regrouped behind him having found nothing in the closet and kicked the door with all of his strength. It swung open and slammed forcefully against the adjacent wall with a loud BANG. Bucky stumbled into the room, eyes scanning frantically when he felt Sam’s lay carefully upon his shoulder.

He looked up at Sam inquisitively before he followed his partner’s gaze to the glimpse of a shoe hidden behind the desk. Bucky inhaled a quivering breath as Sam nodded and stepped back towards the door to give his partner space. Slowly, Bucky walked towards you, view still obstructed by the desk. The floor creaked under his shoes and he winced at every sound.

He came up to the side of the desk and he took in a sharp intake of air. Careful not to startle you, he lowered himself to his knees. You sat with your back against the wall, clutching a thin, small, paper card in your hand as your phone sat on the ground next to you, dozens of missed calls illuminated on the screen. Your eyes were staring off far beyond Bucky’s shoulder, almost like you were in a daze.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t respond. Bucky swallowed, quaking as he reached out gather one of your hands in his own. He clasped it gently, both hands surrounding it as he rubbed small circles on the skin. He brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Tears welled in his eyes. You didn’t react in the slightest.

“Doll, look at me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please.”

A flicker of realization and gradually, your eyes trailed over to his. Bucky clenched his jaw, his heart pounding painfully in his chest.

“Bucky?”

Your voice never sounded so sweet as it did in that moment. He let out a heavy exhale and nodded feverishly, pressing another kiss to your hand.

“Yeah, doll, I’m here.”

You paused, furrowing your brow. You reached out towards him with your free hand, brushing impossibly soft traces along the side of his cheek, just under the busted skin and along the bruising forming along his jaw.

“Your face,” you exhaled, concern replacing the numbed expression you wore. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing. Nothing, sweetheart, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” Bucky quickly replied, reaching for your hand laying upon his neck and bringing it back to his lap. He took a deep breath. “Are you okay? What- what happened?”

Your gaze fell to the floor and you pulled your hand from his, wrapping your arms tighter around your knees. “You didn’t answer.”

Bucky’s heart dropped.

“You said you would answer if I called, and- and you didn’t pick up.” Tears brimmed in your eyes and you moved to tuck your face behind your knees. You shuddered as the sob crawled its way up your back and Bucky was certain he’d never feel worse than he did in that moment.

“Shit, I know, doll, I know,” Bucky whispered as you let out cry that cut right through him. Guilt filled and racked in his chest as he reached towards you and pulled you into his arms. You came willingly, hands clenching at his shirt, tears dampening the fabric the tighter he held you. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

Lips pressed to the crown of your head, Bucky murmured apologizes again and again until you cried what was left in you, until nothing else would come out and your throat had gone dry. He rocked you back and forth, brushing away the tears in his own eyes with the end of his sleeve.

What felt like hours later by the time you settled down again, Bucky was humming softly, fingers trailing through your hair and rubbing patterns in your back. You sighed and Bucky could feel the gentle movement of your body against his. He pulled back, only enough to see your face. Tracks of tears ran down your cheeks, glistening in the dim light. Tentatively, Bucky reached out and brushed the wetness from your face with the edge of his thumb. You sniffled, and tucked your head back into the crook of his neck. Your breath warm on his skin.

“His name is Brock Rumlow.”

Bucky closed his eyes as he exhaled. He knew Rumlow. Nothing more than a thug by his standard, but a high-level hitman for Hydra nonetheless. He had been charged with at least seven murders in the last year, none able to stick when evidence would turn up missing or he’d have an overly convenient alibi he didn’t have the night before lock up.

He wasn’t the guy making the decisions. He was the enforcer.

“He doesn’t know I’m the witness,” you continued before Bucky could say anything.

“You’re sure?”

“I don’t think he would have let me live if he did,” you said calmly, too calm for the words that left a shattering ache in Bucky’s chest. A shiver crept over your skin and Bucky held you tighter. He was sure he’d never let go again.

***

You wanted to hate Bucky. You wished you could despise him for leaving you to face Rumlow on your own, for failing to answer when you called after he promised he would, for making it so incredibly hard to feel anything other than singular, overwhelming relief upon seeing his face.

He didn’t let his touch fall away from you for even a second since he found you curled up under the desk in your back office. Not when he helped you back to your feet, half carrying you out towards the bar. Not when you noticed Sam leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest as he waited patiently for you to emerge. Not even when you reached out to hug him and Bucky’s hand stayed in contact with your shoulder, exchanging an unreadable glance with his partner.

Sam had left to take the Hydra affiant they had been caught up in taking down back to the station before you even knew the difference. He was still bleeding through the thin bandage of Bucky’s ripped shirt wrapped around his arm. Sam noticed your stare and waved you off, telling you it was a ‘battle wound for the ladies’ but you still found yourself searching for Bucky’s hand when a pang of guilt swarmed in your chest. His fingers intertwined with yours easily and you could feel his thumb gently running back and forth in hopes to sooth you.

He didn’t let go when you crawled into the back of the police car and were surprised to find Bucky sliding in beside you as Sam jogged around to the front.

On the drive to your apartment, Sam told you where they had been all night, why Bucky couldn’t have possibly been able to hear the phone ring over the rain of gunfire, and how desolate he had become when he realized what happened. Bucky had his jaw clenched as Sam spoke, staring out the window, and you found yourself squeezing his hand to draw his attention back to you, though it proved futile. His kept his stare on the blurring lights as they drove past.

Sam pulled up to the stoop of your apartment and shifted the car into park. He glanced back over his shoulder at Bucky. “You need any help?”

Bucky shook his head and Sam hulled himself out of the car to unlock the door for you. The cool air hit you harder than you anticipated as the door pulled open and you shivered, pausing a moment as you looked up at your front door. Bucky nudged you carefully with a whisper in your ear to ‘go on, doll. I’m right behind you.’

Standing on the sidewalk, you felt incredibly exposed and found yourself leaning into Bucky when he pulled himself out of the car behind you. Bucky reached out, shaking Sam’s hand firmly, before Sam slid back into the car without another word.

“My keys,” you realized, feeling for your back pocket to find it empty, “they’re at the bar.”

“I have mine,” Bucky eased. “Sam’s going back to the bar to close it up for you and he’ll grab them.”

You nodded, watching as Bucky pulled a ring of keys from his pocket. There were five on it. He must have seen you eyeing it because he added, “yours, mine, and my locker down at the station.”

Trying to push aside the weak feeling in your stomach, you let him gently pull you towards the door, hands still intertwined. He fumbled with the first key as he shoved it into the lock on the front door. You slipped your hand from his to give him more leverage to work at the lock and missed the warmth of it immediately. He didn’t waste a second in grabbing your hand again once he shimmied the door open.

He switched to the second key and undid the locks to your apartment door, twisting smoother this time since Bucky had replaced the locks nearly a month prior. The door pushed open and he gestured for you to walk inside. His hand fell away as you worked to shrug off your jacket and kick off your shoes. Bucky twisted the deadbolt and slipped the chain over the frame of the door into place.

You walked further into the apartment; arms folded over your chest. You turned slowly.

“You won’t-” you took a deep breath, desperate to avoid his eyes. “You won’t leave, will you?”

“Of course not,” he replied quickly, like it was the easiest thing he’d ever said. He shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Even if you asked me to, I’d probably sit outside your apartment door all night. I can’t imagine leaving you after what happened.”

You nodded, finding yourself growing used to the way your heart never seemed to settle around him. As Bucky started to pull off his jacket, wincing somewhat as he did so, you started to retreat back to your room. You rummaged through your drawers until you found an old t-shirt and baggy sweatpants big enough to fit Bucky. They looked a little large, but it would beat sleeping in slacks and a half-ripped button down.

“Here,” you offered, holding out the clothes for Bucky. He eyed them, a flash of hurt lingering behind his stare as he took them from you.

“Old boyfriend’s?”

You shook your head, almost amused at the question. “A friend’s brother left them behind a few months ago when they came to visit the city. I don’t really... do boyfriends.”

Bucky smiled at that, nodding in thanks as he gripped the clothes at his side. He glanced over at the living room. “I’ll go ahead and take the couch, if that works for you?”

“Sure,” you nodded, trying not to sound as disappointed as you felt. “I’m going to go change and I’ll grab you some sheets.”

You shuffled off to your room and closed the door behind you with an anxious exhale. Quickly, you changed into a cotton short-sleeve shirt bearing the name of the nowhere town you had visited with your father in the week before he was imprisoned and a pair of sleep shorts. You gathered several blankets from the closet, unsure if Bucky ran cold or warm at night, and made your way back out to the living room.

Bucky was sitting on the couch, his slacks hung over the chair in the kitchen as he discarded his shirt directly into the garbage. He was breathing heavier than usual as he tried to pull the t-shirt you had given him over his head, but slumped his arms back to his sides with a pained groan before he could pull it on.

That was when you noticed the deep red gash along his outer edge of his arm. You gasped, and Bucky winced at the sound, having not realized you were watching him.

“You were shot?” you stammered, eyes wide as you rushed towards him and sat next to him on the couch, body facing his as one leg tucked under you.

Bucky shook his head, trying to pry your hands away as you reached to touch him. “It’s just a graze, doll. I’m fine.”

You bit down hard on your lip as your eyes trailed down his exposed torso. Markings of purple and blue littered upon his skin in parallel to the bruising upon his face. Fingertips reached out and brushed against the colored skin, goosebumps trailing in the wake. He shivered.

“Jesus, Buck,” you exhaled. You pulled your hand away, tucking it in your lap. He had already managed to find your first aid kit as it sat on the coffee table next to you. You reached for the disinfectant and started to unscrew the cap.

“You don’t gotta do that, Y/n/n. I can get it myself,” Bucky sighed, though he made no movement to stop you. You brushed the gel onto the edge of a cotton swap and raised it to his arm. You rested your wrist on his forearm, eyes glancing at him for permission before you went further. Bucky nodded and you began to brush the gel along the wound.

You tried to ignore the groans he let out and the way his hand curled into a fist as you worked. You moved quickly, covering the wound, and pulled back.

“I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think you’ll need stitches,” you said, setting the swab on a tissue and began unpacking a bandage. You pulled away the papers from the adhesive and slowly pressed it against his arm. His hand came up suddenly and he held it against yours, pressing against the bandage.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his hand curling under yours and gripping your fingers. He let it drop away just as fast. “You shouldn’t have to be taking care of me. Not after what I did.”

You swallowed, watching as Bucky’s eyes fell to the ground. You reached up, letting your elbow set gently against his shoulder as you ran your fingers through his hair. The tension in his muscles slowly started to relax and he closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“If there was any excuse to not answer that goddamn phone of yours, it was this,” you said sincerely. “Besides, I’m okay.”

“Are you?” Bucky countered, turning to face you and you pulled your hand away. “You never actually told me what happened.”

“He just asked me whether I knew anything about Charlie. Ordered a drink. I had to, uhm,” you brushed your hair behind your ear, nervously, “flirt with him to draw suspicion from myself,” you said, shivering at the memory and subverting your gaze from his. Bucky’s eyes narrowed and you saw a subtle movement in his jaw line where he clenched the muscle. “I can still feel his grimy hands on my-”

“He touched you?” Bucky gaped and you shook your head.

“Not like you’re thinking,” you clarified quickly, though it didn’t seem to ease him at all. “He just... The way he was looking at me, I knew if I could subvert his attention elsewhere, he’d leave. Men like that, they don’t put much stock in women they’d rather fuck. But... God, Buck, I swear it's like I can still feel him.”

Bucky was gripping at his thigh so tight were sure his nails would dig through the sweatpants and break skin. He couldn’t look at you, his breathing picking up in pace as he shook his head back and forth, subtly, like he was talking to himself. You reached out to sooth him but he flinched away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I should’ve been there,” Bucky said, standing to his feet and pulling away from your outstretched hands. He started pacing back and forth down the walkway between the kitchen and the living room, hands raking through his tussled hair.

You scurried up from the couch, standing off to the side as you watched him. “Bucky, it’s not your fault. You were being shot at for God’s sake.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he argued, his bare chest rising and falling at a near rapid pace. The colors of bruising upon his skin palpable in the dim lighting. “You should have never been alone. And Parker-”

“It’s not Peter’s fault either and you know that,” you snapped, though he didn’t let up.

“This could have been so much worse! Don’t you get that?” Bucky lashed out, throwing his arms out to the side and wincing at the effort. He planted his feet. “Rumlow could have found out who you are and he could have –,” he shook his head unable to finish the sentence. “I could have lost you and I can’t-- I won’t let that happen. How can you stand there and- and tell me it’s not my fault when I failed do the one goddamn thing I swore I would do? How can you even look at me? How can you possibly trust me again?”

You had crossed the hall before he had finished speaking and suddenly you were standing inches away. The heat of his heavy breaths warming your skin as you ran a gentle hand up along his stomach muscles, careful to avoid the bruising, tracing up along his chest until you let it settle against his neck, cupping the side of his face.

“Look at me and believe me when I say this,” you urged, your other hand reaching up to hold the other side of his face and drawing his attention to you. Blue eyes boring into yours. “You have not lost me. I am right here, Bucky, and I trust you with my life.”

“But-”

“No,” you retorted. “No exceptions. Tonight was a nightmare of bad timing and no one’s fault but the Hydra assholes that got us into this mess.”

Bucky swallowed and you could feel his muscles contracting under your palms. You readjusted your hands, sweeping your right over his forehead to push his hair from his eyes, before settling against on his jawline.

“You’ve done more for me than anyone else ever has. You’ve been so incredibly selfless and kind through all of this. Somehow, I can’t even remember what my life was like before you and I… I don’t want to,” you confessed and Bucky took in a sharp inhale, wide eyes flashing to yours. You sighed, running your thumb soothingly along his cheekbone, just under the swollen wound. “One missed call isn’t going to change that.”

A pause of silence as Bucky contemplated your words. He took a deep breath, sad eyes staring down at you, though he tried his best to force out a smile.

“You forgive too easy, doll.”

You shrugged, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Only when it’s you.”

Your gaze flickered down to his lips; parted slightly as he exhaled, his tongue tracing over the crack in the skin. He was watching you so tenderly, a semblance of awe and disbelief colored in the shades of blue. Impossibly slow, you leaned forward, your nose brushing his. A gasp escaped you as he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He groaned slightly, loosening his grip on you for only a moment, adjusting to favor the bruising on his ribs.

He nipped at your lips, hesitant, burning with anticipation; so quick that he did it again before you could ache for more. He paused, lips touching yours ever so slightly, breathing against one another until you grew too inpatient and compelled yourself closer. Your lips meld into his, pulling and sucking sweetly against his mouth.

Bucky let out a moan that sent a shiver down your spine as he stumbled back against the wall, hitting it with a thud. Strong, rough hands ran under your thighs and he tugged, urging you to help give him leverage he needed. You jumped up, hooking your legs behind his waist and he spun you around, holding you up against the wall to offset your weight, his hands held firmly on the curve of your thighs.

He kissed you hungrily, like he has been waiting for years, unable to get enough as he sucked on your lower lip, drawing a whimper from you. Your hands raked through his hair and along his shoulders. There was too much of him you hadn’t touched, needed to touch. You needed him closer, as close as two people could be. This wasn’t enough. You needed more.

His tongue ran over your lip and you parted your lips further, grinding down against him as his tongue brushed yours and he flinched at the sensation, squeezing at your thighs. When you were breathless, you moved from his lips to pepper kisses along the blue marks of his jawline, over the shadow of hairs of his beard, down his neck, to the sweet spot near his collar bone that made him shiver. As you nipped at him, he pulled you away from the wall and carried you down the hall to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the top of your comforter carefully, a soft smile on his swollen lips as he brushed the hair from your eyes. It was a soft, tender moment; finding yourself lost in the warm blue of his eyes.

Then, Bucky crawled over you and settled on the bed beside you as you grasped him by the side of his face and brought him back to your lips, unable to stand another second not touching him. Laying on your back, he leaned against you, your left side compressed by the length of his body as he wove his thigh between your legs. You pushed up against him and he let out a carnal groan. You could feel how hard he was against your thigh.

His hand trailed down over your t-shirt, hand roaming up under the fabric to your skin. Goosebumps littered in his wake as his hand caressed your side. You kissed him harder, sucking at his lips and biting down ever so slightly when you wanted him to move his hand along your skin more.

Slowly, his hand began to travel down to the waist band of your shorts and you were shaking with need. He paused just before he could slip his hand down where you needed him most and pulled back abruptly from your lips.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” he panted, nervous blue eyes searching for resistance in your expression he wouldn’t find. “Tonight’s been... a lot and, and maybe it’s just the adrenaline-”

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” you begged, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them. “I don’t want to feel him anymore. Please, Buck.”

Bucky swallowed, nodding in a gentle kind of understanding, though his eyes fell away from you, not fully understanding what you were asking of him. You set your hand on his cheek, drawing his attention back, thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. The way he looked at you, so sweetly and full of an adoration you had only seen glimpses of behind his cover of flirty jokes and light-hearted teasing, was enough to make your heart overflow.

“I only want to feel you,” you urged, your voice just above a whisper as you dared to meet his eye, finding comfort in the shades of blue. “Just you.”

A flash of awe washed over him and his lips parted in disbelief. He exhaled, a subtle shake of his head as if trying to convince himself of what you had said. Bucky leaned down to kiss you, chaste and gentle, before he set his forehead against yours.

Then, as you hummed softly in contentment, his hand slipped under the fabric of your shorts and beneath your underwear until they traced at the outer lips of your core. You grind down against his hand, kissing at his jawline to compel him further. His fingers parted and dipped between the folds, running a long stripe up to your clit, causing you to shudder at the sensation.

Bucky kissed your forehead as he rubbed circles in the wetness, spreading it, before he sank his middle finger into you. You moaned, bucking your hips into his hand as he curled his finger at the knuckle, brushing over the spot that made your legs quake. He pushed in a second finger, pulling in and out, curving inside your walls.

"Shit,” you cursed, eyes closing as Bucky started to kiss at your earlobe.

His thumb pressed on your clit and you let out a whimper, biting down on your lip. It was the only sensation you could register. Bucky. Only Bucky. His lips on your neck. His heart pounding loudly in your ear. His breath on your skin. His fingers inside you, bringing you to the edge.

The pressure at your core was building, threatening to release as Bucky pumped his fingers harsher, circling firmer at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Bucky,” you gasped, walls beginning to clench around him. One hand grasped at the sheets, bunching it your hand, desperate for relief, as the other wove around the nape of his neck to his hair, pulling at the short strands to hold him against you.  

“I know you’re close,” Bucky mewled, panting against your collarbone. He pressed a kiss to your jawline, breath hot on your skin. “Let go, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

The ache released in waves of pleasure as you cried out, tucking your face into the crook of Bucky’s neck to muffle the sound. His fingers worked you over, prolonging your peak as long as he could. Though now he moved at a slower pace, careful as to not overstimulate you. He kissed sweetly at your neck as you gathered your breath.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, though it was so soft you almost didn’t hear it, like he had said it aloud by accident. There was a subtle ache in his voice, almost pained as he said it, but you were too dazed to catch it.

You looked up at him longingly, bringing his lips down to yours to kiss him affectionately and he smiled against your mouth. He pulled his hand away from your core and you missed it instantly.

Mind clearing from the rush of your high, you started to reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, desperate to pull him closer, to touch him, to make him feel as adored as he made you. Your fingers only brushed the skin above the grey elastic band before he recoiled and pulled away sharply.

You narrowed your eyes, confused as you watched Bucky swing his legs over the side of the bed and spring to his feet, adjusting the band of his sweats to sit higher on his waist. He swallowed thickly, eyes darting over towards the door and back to you lying on the bed, waiting for him.

“Bucky?” you asked slowly, apprehensively, “What are you-“

“You should get some rest,” he interjected hastily, dipping down to kiss your forehead before he started rushing towards the door.

“Wait!” You jumped to your feet, throwing yourself from the bed and darting after him. You planted yourself between him and the door, blocking his escape. Your heart began to sank when it occurred to you, he couldn’t meet your eye. You ran your hand up his arm soothingly, hoping to draw him back to bed. He clenched his jaw, turning away from you, almost as if he was fighting an internal war with himself.

“Let me return the favor, at least.”

“It’s not about favors, doll. You don’t owe me anything,” he said dejectedly, tucking his hands into his pockets and an ache burned in your stomach when you realized he wasn’t just talking about the sex. Following the movement of his hands, your eyes glanced down and saw the prominent outline of his arousal through the fabric of the grey sweatpants. He was hard, painfully so, but still, he wouldn’t let you touch him.

A sharp pang of realization. He didn’t think he deserved it. He was still punishing himself.

“Bucky,” you pled, fingertips brushing over his hardened length but he flinched away from you. “Please, let me-“

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he muttered, pushing past you as he slipped out the door, closing it sharply behind him.

You stared blankly at the white wooden door, heart aching as you listened to his footsteps pacing back and forth in the hallway restlessly. Reaching out carefully, you pressed your palm against the frame, as if it were a life line to him, as if it would bring him any source of comfort, and let out a heavy sigh. You backed away and let your hand fall away from the wood, heading towards your bed.

The soft echoes of Bucky’s footsteps lulled you to sleep.

part seven

tags 🌸 @sweetheartbarnes / @musiclover1263 / @pies-wands-and-more / @buckygrantbarnes / @mywinterwolf / @breatheeagainnnn / @jewelofwinter / @lumar014 / @alohafromhell1 / @bucksandroses / @teardropcup / @beautiful-aravis / @me-chi / @somewereinthegalaxi / @marvelfansworld / @whyamidoingthistomyselfhelp / @deanwinchesterswitch / @yourwonderbelle / @fairislesheets / @brokeinflight / @verygraphicink / @lollipopdomination / @emotionallysalty / @forsaken-letters / @kasimagines / @captain-hammer-of-asgard / @ashlieadelia / @ladymelissastark / @panic-naran / @pinkisokay / @jsmith509 / @hennessy0274-blog / @littlemsrantsalot

(hope I fixed the tag problem! let me know if you weren’t notified!)

[lonelyshrimp]

What happened with your roomies if you don’t mind me asking...?

 Yknow what I’m in a mood and they don’t know my tumblr (haha they think I’m a cisstraight girl lol) so let’s get into some shit. Imma put everything under a read more bc imma rant a bit and this is gonna get long.

TW: food, unsanitary (general things not being kept clean, typically bathroom and kitchen related), drug use, fighting, slurs

tl;dr if you dont feel like reading this beast:

They steal what food i dare leave out in the kitchen rather tan keep in my room

They slam doors excessively, fight, yell horrible things to each other, have friends over yelling at like 2 am (last night for example)

Leave the doors unlocked and open?? We cant even lock the front door anymore??? (Dw the doors to our rooms all have locks. If I’m in my room or out of the house, my door is locked)

Constantly throw around the r slur. Like. All the time. Including one person having called me it. Y i k e s

One person keeps smoking in the house even though i’ve asked numerous times (and even have a note on my door) asking people to please smoke outside, it gives me headaches. You are physically hurting me stop.

Don’t Clean Anything. The kitchen is a wreck. The toilets are constantly clogging, I Am In Hell.

For context: the house is a one story house divided into a main floor and finished basement. It’s a rooming house and the basement is largely seperate from upstairs. (They have a kitchen door that they keep closed and locked.) The stairs to the basement are split into two smaller flights, with a landing in between the floors. That’s where the side door is. The public spaces upstairs are the kitchen (connects to stairs), the hallway, and the two bathrooms (big main one, tiny water closet by the front door). The rest of the upstairs is split into five rooms. For comprehension sake, we’ll call my roommates: The Couple (M&F), A, T, and J.

Mmkay lets start with the least egregious and move our way up, shall we? Theft! Of anything and everything! No one can have anything out in the public areas if they actually care about it. It. Will. Get. Stolen. Now, I have a mini fridge and the second biggest room here, so I’m lucky in that 99% of my groceries, as well as all my other belongings, fit in my room. There’s just a wee problem: I don’t have a freezer. Not to fear, past naïve me thought, I’ll just clean out and use the locked freezer since I still have the keys for that fridge! (We have two fridges and food theft was a problem beforehand and so me and my friend who lived here cleaned out the second fridge to use as our own and kept it locked.) I decided to do this after I had bought myself some ice cream, wrote my name on the top, and put it in the main freezer. I go to have some ice cream later that week, I open the tub for the first time (as in I removed the seal holding the lid onto the tub) to find that someone eaten half the tub of ice cream while making it seem like it hadn’t been opened. I know it happened at home bc the spoon marks were clear as day and I have to walk 20 minutes back from the grocery store. That woulda melted by then (Also I would’ve noticed at the store that. The tub was hella lopsided??? And way too light???) So yea of course I’m ticked now, I spent 6 bucks on that bro like just ask or get ur own??? So I put it the other freezer, and for a while it’s fine. Next month I decide to treat myself to some frozen waffles and some chicken strips and come home to find that the hinges holding the locks onto the doors of the fridge were torn out of the fridge/freezer doors. Like. The screws were pried outta this metal door rendering the locks completely useless (to the point i wouldn’t even be able to put the hinges back on.) And the cherry on top?? My ice cream was gone!!! Hope u enjoyed it, asshole. So whatever. Fine. I put my food away and. a week later?? Im like “Man i could go for some waffles rn”. I bought 2 8 packs. One chocolate chip, one cinnamon (y’all i literally buy the cheapest ones Zehrs sells. 2,19$ a box y’all. not even eggos). Surprise surprise!! The entire box of choccy chip ones GONE. Mind u, i wrote my name on all of these boxes, as well as a very large “DO NOT EAT”. so i begrudgingly had a couple (note that, 2) cinnamon waffles and move on. A couple days later I go to have some more and. The waffles are completely gone. Out of a total of 16 waffles, ya boy got a solid 2. (It’s worth noting that there was a single waffle left, but at 0,27$ a waffle, I didn’t mind leaving the box on the table with a note basically reading “these are cheap af, buy ur own bitch”.) (I didn’t swear that much tho)

I’d add the bike to the list but i can’t confirm nor deny that one of my roommates stole my tires and seat off my bike (although M does work on bikes all the time so man idk.)

Next up: wow people here are l o u d. I’m talking slamming doors all the time, slamming things around, yelling, playing music wildly loud. It’s awful. Like. You can just. Close the door quietly? Stop slamming things around please? It’s awful because loud sudden noises make me panic and lemme tell ya, wakin up at eight am bc your a-hole roommate decided to slam the door eight times bc the front door is broken because someone took the border around the jamb off instead of fixing it so we can actually?? lock that door?? because it doesnt quite fit in the jamb and so the only wat to lock it was the chain lock and. someone took that too so thats fun :)))))). The side door isn’t that much better. We have a code lock and. No One Ever Locks It. Like. I’ll come outta room and?? It’s just open????? Close the door???????????

The worst, however, is the fucking fighting. The Couple love to argue all the time. and yell at each other and slam the doors or smashing shit and they yell pretty awful things to each other. Like. I’ve heard M call his gf some awful shit. It’s worse when they have people over too. The other day there were like. 14 cops in here bc of them at like 2 am. Cue me, 2 am, trying to watch a livestream and seeing like??? Six cop cars pull up????? Wh a t????? Not fun not good for my brain.

God and. What is with everyone and the r slur??? Like what?? there are so many words you can choose stop using that word. Like okay the other night someone?? took the dc adapter for the wireless modem and one of the dudes downstairs as well as the couple were looking to see if they had a compatible dc adapter and so i just decided to wait?? and i just spaced out a bit okay whatever i was lookin at the wall like i do and fuckin. the couple had a couple friends over and one of em was chillin between the kitchen and the hall and M yells out from his room “Hey don’t you feel weird with this creepy ass bitch standing next to you? Like what is she, m*ntally r*tarded?” like wow okay dude i’m literally not doing anything. Luckily his friends reaction was basically “?? She lives here?? She can stand there if she wants??” (wow referring to myself as she feels weird and wrong).

A big problem I have is I feel like theres a community in this house that I just don’t fit into? Part of it is I’m like. the only person here who doesn’t do drugs of any kind?? Like I have nothing against ppl who use drugs like whatever bro, but it feels super othering to me when i can’t relate to anyone here because of it. That and. Getting T in particular but really just anyone but A to respect me asking that if you’re going to smoke anything to do it outside because weed and to a lesser extent cigarette smoke trigger my sensory disorder and causes me pain and causes sensory overload and I still find myself asking people to smoke outside.Like I’ve never been unreasonable and said “no drugs in the house” or some bs. I’m just asking u to respect my disability thanks.And like?? I’ll get into this in a second but there were needles in the toilet?? Bro throw them out properly.

And now: Hell.

Can no one clean up after themselves?? Do your dishes. If theres food left on your plate, throw it out first, don’t dump it in the sink. Seriously the kitchen sink is fucked. The kitchen is gross. The microwave ugh ugh ugh no thanks. No one can clean everything. This is why all my cookware and dishes are in my room. That way I can make sure I 1) Still Own It and 2) Its clean and usable. I clean them as I go and just use my own shit.

Nothing compares to the bathrooms, though. It seems like every other day one of the toilets are clogged. Last week there were spoons in the sink?? Like at least 10 spoons. In the bathroom sink. The floor is dirty because no one owns a mop and?? there was one in the kitchen?? I haven’t seen it in like a month. And the worst of all. Okay, it’s really bad when every one up here is between like. 16 and 19 I think? And I had to put up a sign in the bathroom asking people to flush when you’re done??? And I still have to flush before I can use the washroom???? And it feels like every week or so. The toilet’s clogged. Oh! I forgot to mention that the water closet doesn’t even have a doorknob anymore. Someone took it. But wait, it gets worse. Seriously if extremely unsanitary things bother u, stop reading now.

Twice in the past month I’ve had to contact the landlord because the toilets were beyond clogged. The first time was bad but oh lord nothing compares to the second time (aka last week). The first time was your pretty standard toilet clogs and backs up and its very gross. I contacted the landlord and it was fixed the next day and it was fine. For. Two Days. Im serious. See. People here have a real issue it seems of “The person before me didn’t flush so neither will I”, leading to a toilet bowl full of like. a half a roll of toilet paper and waste. F u n. What that led to was the toilet clogging, people not doing anything about it, and continuing to use it. Eventually the toilet bowl was full, so trow a shopping bag over the lid to mark the toilet as “Out of order” and move on to the other one.Both toilets were completely unusable. I emailed the landlord and i don’t know if either they or one of the people living here contacted them, but the old landlord and old property manager were here the other day to clean them out and fix them?? and yea among all the standard waste you’d expect in a toilet, there were needles? Like buddy theres a trash can right there? I know u had the needle caps bc they were in there too. just... disgusting...

bro this is just what i can think of off the top of my head i know theres more but oh no this is so long now. just. this is a lot more detail than u wanted but i wanted to get this out of my brain??

[thewritewolf]

Nino’s Quest Chapter 6: Out of the Woods

The true struggle of DnD - getting the party together for a session. Not at all helped by magic terrorism attacks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (Final)

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3.  My ko-fi.

--- October 15th ---

Lord DM: Hey dudes, we still on for today? Since its been like two hours I’ll guess that was a no then

Adrien Regreste: sorry dude. Got roped into a last minute photoshoot :(

Marinoodles: same Wait no I mean- last minute bakery stuff Sorry to bail like this! D:

Alya’ll Beware: Don’t worry about it girl I was chasing that akuma that was running around It kept giving lb n cn the slip Got some good footage tho

Lord DM: Bummer dudes Guess thats one of the perks of living in paris We can try again next week, k?

--- October 18 ---

Direct Message From Alya

Alya: These akumas have been crazy, babe. Rain check on dates? At least until hawkbutt tires himself out

Nino: :( Can’t you take a break or two? You don’t have to be on the frontlines of EVERY akuma attack

Alya: …

Nino: [crying emojis, broken hearts, butterflies with red X’s over them]

Alya: alright, alright But just two, okay? People count on me for the latest news

Nino: totally, babe Just hope lb+cn won’t need rr+cara Cuz… you know That’d be rough

Alya: [eye rolling emoji] Yeah yeah I feel bad for them tho Their social life must be wack at this point

---October 22nd---

Lord DM: Hey, bro, we still meeting at your place or what? ??? Come on, dude! Not again! :(

Adrien Regreste: Sorry dude [sobbing emoji]

Alya’ll Beware: Akuma, babe. Can’t miss three in one week!

Lord DM: Yeah… guess so. Let’s just not miss the next sess, okay? I dont want this campaign to end

Alya’ll Beware: We’ve only missed two weeks so far. That’s not too bad We got pretty lucky with getting five in a row Esp considering how busy we usually are

Lord DM: Fair enough Next week sound good?

Alya’ll Beware: Should for me

---October 31st---

Lord DM: Im scared to ask but… DnD today?

Adrien Regreste: [thumbs up] I’ll be going on 4 hours of sleep But I can do it!

Marinoodles: Same here Lack of sleep and all

Alya’ll Beware: Yeah We good

Adrien Regreste: !!! Wait its actually happening Awesome! ...I should probably clean my room.

Marinoodles: XD Probably! :P

Adrien Regreste: :3

------------

An hour later and Nino had made the trip over to Adrien’s house, Alya and Marinette in tow. Their chatting had been less energetic than usual, no doubt because there wasn’t a single person among them who didn’t feel exhausted. A fact that wasn’t at all helped by the late hours that they were arriving at. It may have only been nineteen hundred hours, but when you’d only had a few hours of sleep each night for the past week, it made all the difference in the world.

Despite all that, they were determined. The very thought that they were willing to go through all this just to go further in his campaign was thrilling for Nino, and he didn’t want to let them down.

A wicked grin, looking out of place on him, stretched across his face. With the events he had planned for tonight’s session, he was sure they’d be awake in no time.

They entered Adrien’s room and saw the bounty of sugary treats and caffeine that their host had prepared. After some brief chit-chat, Nino got set up quickly and rolled right into the session. The longer he delayed the more likely it was that his players would fall asleep.

“The forest at last thins as you crest the top of a hill. From your vantage point, you can see the capital city on the horizon.” There were sighs of relief around the room.

“Finally! My character could definitely go for a proper bed after a week of roughing it,” Marinette said after taking a drink of pop.

“You’ll have to hurry, then. The sun is going to start sinking below the horizon. Unless you want to be stuck outside the city until morning, you’d better get moving.”

“My bard starts one last travel song as we rush over.” Adrien opened his phone, no doubt to a lyrics site and cleared his throat.

Alya quickly covered his mouth. “I do not have the time or patience to listen to another of your renditions of Take Me Home, Country Roads, Sunshine. Let’s just get to the city, alright?” Adrien’s eyes darted to Nino in a silent plea, but he simply shrugged.

“Sorry, dude. Babe has a point.”

Pouting, he closed his phone. Beside him, Marinette giggled and patted his back consolingly.

“You reach the city gates without any issue - no bandit or monster is stupid enough to get within stones throw of the capital, not with all the guards on patrol. They were a little suspicious to see you guys so late at night, but… two noble sigils, a bardic license, and my holy symbol put those dudes right at ease. There are still a few rooms open at the inn - how are you guys going to divvy up?”

A trio of blank stares looked back at him. He sighed.

“Each room costs money to rent. You don’t have a lot, so while you could get a private room for each of you, it’s probably better to room with someone else. So who is spending the night with who?”

“Dibs on the cleric!” Alya cried. She tapped her chin theatrically, “I guess that leaves you two together, right?”

“I- I guess so?” Adrien blinked, surprised at Alya’s sudden outburst. Marinette paled a little but nodded.

“Since you guys arrived so late, most of the rooms were already filled up and you had to make do with what you can get. When you finally find your rooms, they are across the inn from each other… and there is only one bed in each room.”

A slight blush, but neither Adrien nor Marinette were freaked out. Alya slumped in defeat - there wasn’t any roleplaying involved in sleeping after all. Unless they decided to do some method acting and have a sleepover.

“The four of us drift off to sleep, which was a totally great change of pace from the creepy woods that you’ve been sleeping in for a week now.” Nino punctuated his words with a yawn that proved contagious. “It was way late at night when suddenly… M, Adrien. Roll for perception.”

Adrien, naturally, rolled a one. Just when Nino was scared he’d accidentally killed them off, Marinette pulled through with a high roll. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“With your keen elven hearing, the creaking of the wooden floor boards was enough to jolt you from sleep. There is a glint of metal above you, and you feel a presence in the darkness. You have just a few seconds to react - what do you do?”

“I roll over!” Marinette blurts out, her eyes wide.

Nino nods. “Right, that puts you right on top of Adrien, who is now totally awake too. It was a good move, though - a knife plunges into the mattress, right where your neck had just been.”

All business now, Marinette asks, “What can I see?”

“Not much. Loose cloaks with hoods pulled up. Knives. Two people. The other person has stumbled back, probs spooked by your sudden movement.”

She taps her chin before her eyes widen again. “Wait, what about the others?! We have to go get them! Or at least get their help.” She shuffles through her character sheet. “Okay, um… I whisper to Adrien in Elvish ‘close your eyes’ and then I toss a flash flare thing at the guy.”

Nino rolls some saves - without the warnings, neither of them stood a chance. He looks up to see Marinette watching him with hopeful eyes. “You got ‘em, M. Now what?”

“I roll off the bed and try to take the guy’s knife.”

“You’ve got it and your turn ends there. The dudes are blinded, but it won’t be long before they’ve recovered. Adrien?”

“Can I cast a spell?”

“Not without your lyre, bro.”

“Fine, fine. I grab it off the bedside table.”

“And why do you think it’d be there?”

“...I’m a bard. Gotta be ready to play, first thing in the morning.” Adrien smirked.

Chuckling, Nino replied. “Alright, fair. What do you cast?”

Adrien stuck out a tongue as he thumbed through his spell list. His eyes lit up as he looked at Nino. “I cast summon monster one, and I summon the Good Boy.”

“Right,” Nino said as the others giggled. “So you’ve got your celestial dog next to you. I figure you want it to attack one of the dudes?”

To his surprise, Adrien shook his head. “No, I command him to go wake up the other two. Probably to go sit by their door and bark in a commanding angelic voice.”

The fight didn’t last long from there - the two of them probably would have been enough to deal with the assassins after they lost the element of surprise. But four against two made it a landslide victory.

“Even though you try your hardest, you weren’t able to catch either alive. One got stabbed and bled out and the other, well… hopefully the innkeeper will understand that it wasn’t your fault that the window got broken.”

“Do they have anything on them?” Alya crossed her arms. “I get the feeling someone is after us.”

“You’re immediately proven right when you find a note in the dead guy’s pocket that reads, ‘Information about the Necromancer cannot reach the king. Dispose of the adventurers before they get their audience.’”

The party exchanged looks.

“Spooky,” Adrien said flatly. The others nodded in agreement.

“Do I recognize the handwriting or anything?” Marinette leaned forward, the gears in her head turning. “Remember, I am a court brat.”

“Nope. Looks like it was written deliberately poorly. You don’t know if you’d recognize it normally.”

“Time for the king?” Adrien perked up.

“Yup, it’s time for-” Nino was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.

Adrien gulped. “Um… hello?”

Nathalie stepped into the room and narrowed her eyes at the dice and character sheets. Belatedly Nino remembered that Adrien usually claimed they were working on a project or homework during these sessions. “It is late. Your friends need to leave.”

Without a choice in the matter, they packed up and had the door shut behind them.

-------------

Nino’s fears were confirmed later that night during a discord chat.

Adrien Regreste: Sorry guys. Looks like we won’t be able to play at my house again Not for a while at least. :(

Lord DM: Don’t worry about it bro Had to happen eventually

Marinoodles: I’m so sorry! :( I hope you didn’t get in trouble because of us

Adrien Regreste: Nothing more than usual They aren’t threatening to keep me locked up at home So, you know Better than usual

Alya’ll Beware: That’s something at least R they going to let u hang out again?

Adrien Regreste: *shrugs* Probably. Anyway… Sorry to be a bummer. Night, everybody!

Marinoodles: Sweet dreams!

Alya’ll Beware: Night, kiddos.

Lord DM: Don’t let the assassins bite! ;) [Three thumbs down, one angry emoji]

[runningwitches]

Loved

Summary: The reader is sad because they feel useless. Steve makes sure they know that’s not true and the party cheers them the heck up.

Request?: Nah M8 I’m just sad as heck

Word Count: 1819

A/N: i mean, seasonal depression and a neverending fear that nobody will ever love me and that I will die alone drove me to binge read a shit ton of steve harrington x reader fics and cry despite the fact that i havent finished season two of stranger things but im gonna write this anyways.

i guess this is steve x reader but thats not the main point of the story

idfk i just want to be loved

(umm, henderson! reader who is loved by everyone, i do not give a shit if this follows the exact storyline, ok? i just wanna be happy again) (also i do not look anything like a henderson! so reader can be adopted or some shit? maybe a cousin?  who tf knoes? not me, thats for sure !!

Warnings: Probably Season Two Spoilers, No Editing, Probably super OOC and all that because I started this at almost three in the morning and now its four and I’m exhausted but I cant sleep because I’m sad. Anyways I’m just trying to say that it’s bad but I’ll love you if you read it anyways.

I was curled up in my bed, isolating myself from everyone as per usual. After the events with the mind flayer and demodogs and upside down, I realized something pretty depressing. Nobody needed me. I mean like? Sure I was Dustin’s sister. And sure, I was kinda helpful in saving Steve’s ass from the demodogs and Billy, but it just feels as if I weren’t there, nobody would even notice. As if my presence had no positive value to anyone in The Party™.

So instead of socializing with them while they all played DnD and joked around, I sat myself in my room, wrapped in a blanket burrito, holding back tears. I had my music on in the background as I mindlessly flipped through one of the magazines my mom had bought for me. Everyone was downstairs as it was Dustin’s turn to host the DnD night, and everyone was over. I mean, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan, and I definitely wouldn’t be surprised if I walked downstairs to find Joyce and Hopper there too. Every once in awhile I would hear some loud laughter come up from the group, signifying how happy they were without me there. It definitely wasn’t easy for me to sit there by myself staring blankly at the pictures of celebrities I didn’t even care about, but I continued to tell myself that they would be happier without me, attempting to drown out the sounds of their joy with the mixtape I had made for myself a little while back.

As I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to force the tears that had started to pool back into my eyes, I heard someone knocking on my door. I quickly wiped my eyes to ensure there weren’t any stray tears, pulled the blanket tighter around my body, and attempted to look miserable. But miserable in a sick way and not in a sad way. If it were anybody except Dustin or Steve, I knew I was going to be able to pull off the “I’m not feeling very well” charade, so my chances were pretty good (though odds were rarely skewed in my favor).

Of course with my luck my little brother came bursting through the door.

“(Y/N)! Why aren’t you down there playing DnD with us?!” he asked, voice booming loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. As I prepared to try my excuse with him to see if my acting skills had gotten any better, I noticed someone else walking through the door. Looking up, my watery eyes met the concerned look on Steve’s face.

“Hey shithead, stop screaming. You don’t need to tell everyone in Hawkins about your sister’s lack of participation in game night,” he said to Dustin, ruffling his hair and then muttering for him to go back downstairs. Dustin looked angrily at Steve for a moment before looking between us for a second, muttered something to himself, and then left the room, surprisingly closing my door as he left.

“What’s up with you lately? It’s not like you to miss game night, but you haven’t been to a single one these past few weeks.”

“I’m just not feeling well, Steve, don’t worry about it,” I told him, looking down at the magazine in my lap and trying to will the tears away.

“Don’t try that bullshit with me, (Y/N). I know you better than that, do you really think I’d believe that crap?”

“There’s no bullshit to be had Steve, just go back downstairs, I’ll be fine,” I told him, yet I still refused to make eye contact. So when he sat down on the edge of my bed, put two fingers under my chin, and lifted my head up in order for me to make eye contact, I saw his face immediately soften.

“I’m not gonna go back downstairs until I figure out what’s wrong with my favorite girl.”

It took all of the resolve in the world for me to not break down at those two words, and it still didn’t even work. “Favorite girl?” I repeated, but only in my own head. “There’s no way I’m his favorite girl, he’s lying to me. Everyone always lies to me” I told myself. And in that second it was like the dam was broken. The tears started to fall freely from my face. I curled myself into more of a ball than I already was, which was a surprising feat of human flexibility, if I’m being completely honest. Steve’s arms immediately went around me, pulling us closer to each other, and practically pulling me into his lap.

I didn’t say a word as he stroked my hair and shushed me softly, I simply let out a series of what I would consider disgusting sobs.

He continued whispering to me, little things telling me that I’d be okay, or that he was there for me, or that everything was gonna be fine. As my breathing finally evened out, he hadn’t asked me what was wrong like I had expected, so I knew I had to speak up.

“Why are you even here, Harrington?” I asked him bitterly.

“What do you mean?” he replied, exasperated.

“Why do you even care about me?” I reiterated with a sniffle.

“Why do I care about you? (Y/N) what are you on about? It would take me ages to list all of that back to you.” I didn’t respond, but I allowed myself to relax a bit, leaning now onto his chest instead of holding myself as far away as I could while somehow still being in his lap. “(Y/N) you’re wonderful. You care so much about all of the kids, sometimes I think you out-mom even their own mom’s.” That was greeted with a sharp exhale from my nose which was (correctly) interpreted as a laugh. “You’re fucking badass. You can use a gun, a bat, a hockey stick, and pretty much anything else you can get your hands on to slay monsters, like real life monsters.” He checked my face after this comment, and was lucky he did, because he almost missed the slight curl of my lips. “You never let anybody get in the way of doing what needs to be done. Not even racist douchebags that show up and kick my ass. And you certainly don’t take shit from anyone.” A few more tears fell from my eyes, but he grabbed my face and used his thumbs to wipe them away, looking into my eyes. “And you’ve got a whole group of teenagers sitting down there worried sick about you because you mean so much to all of them.”

I sniffled again and threw my arms around his neck, whispering an almost inaudible, “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s go get you cleaned up so we can finish that game of DnD.” I almost blushed at the pet name he gave me, if he didn’t sweep me up into his arms and carry me to the bathroom so I could rinse my face off. He made sure to grab my blanket from my bed and grabbed my hand to lead me down the stairs.

“Wow, it’s so nice of you to join us,” Dustin said the second we were down the stairs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Steve shot him a look that said, “shut up or I’ll kill you,” while I just gave him a small smile. Before I even got settled on the couch I was smothered by two bear hugs.

“I missed you (Y/N),” El told me, gripping me in probably the tightest hug I’ve ever had. “You were gone for three weeks!”

“Yeah dude! Don’t leave us alone with these losers for that long ever again!” Max exclaimed, hugging me almost as tight as El was.

I smiled down at both of them, hugging them back just as fiercely. Looking up, I saw the smile Steve had on, but I ignored it in favor of the smiles on my girls’ faces. Ruffling their hair, I removed myself from their grips and went to sit on the couch between Steve and Nancy.

“It’s a good thing you came back (Y/N). I almost killed your brother, and not in the campaign, in real life. I’m pretty sure you’d be the only one who could stop me.” I chuckled to myself and then smiled at Lucas.

“It’s a good thing that I’m back then, huh?”

Will looked up at me this time, “Definitely! I was waiting for you to come down so I could show you this drawing!” I smiled down at him, glancing briefly at Jonathan, only enough to recognize the immense pride on his face at the fact that Will was genuinely happy and smiley. He brought it up to show me a picture that he had drawn of me fighting a monster, a cute little label that pertained to my name at the top. “Steve said you fought a monster and won! And I didn’t even get to see it. So I thought I’d draw it out for you.”

“I love it Will!” I exclaimed, pulling him into a hug and looking at the drawing again. It wasn’t until this second look that I noticed a label by the monster’s head as well. It simply read, “Billy” with a little arrow to indicate that the monster I was beating up was named Billy. I laughed at the naming of the monster and pulled Will into another hug, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. He grabbed the drawing and placed himself back into his spot.

“(Y/N), you want to hop in on this campaign? We’ve still got a while left to go and we’re in a pretty good spot to add another character?” Mike offered, as he was playing Dungeon Master.

“Yeah, come on (Y/N)! You haven’t actually played in forever!” Dustin added.

The rest of the group added their own chorus of “Yeah”s to try and convince you to join.

“Okay, I guess. But only if I get to be a healer! I’m tired of killing the monsters,” I joked, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

“Okay, okay, so the group walks up to the tavern in town, hoping for a nice evening away from the fighting for once. But the open the door and see, A MOM, not just A mom, it’s their mom!”

“What?” El asked.

“Mike what are you on about?” Lucas added.

“OH MY GOD, (Y/N)’S GONNA BE LIKE OUR TEAM’S MOM!” Max shouted in realization. The whole group looked at Mike in anticipation. “Well obviously, how else would I have gone about this? It’s perfect, and the perfect position to make her the healer.”

“I mean, technically she’s my sister,” Dustin announced, implying that you couldn’t be his mom.

“See (Y/N), I told you I was gonna kill him.”

[legion1993]

You Killed My Love, Now Your Blood Pays My Revenge!

A/N: this is for @imagineteamfreewill for meg's chicon challenge... another bumpy ride!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Prompt: "If you take one more step, I can promise you that you won't like what comes next."

Summery: you and Sam have been together for a year and a half now... you loved hunting and sparring cooking dancing basically you guys loved trying to be as normal as possible! but when you found out that azazal was trying to open the devils gate and that he had captured Sam... you were dead set on a rescue mission one that you knew would one way or another not end well...

Masterlist

to hunt is to hunt things that go bump in the night... that's also how you met the love of your life.

Sam and his Brother Dean had saved you from a pack of werewolves, your heart raced as Sam's giant form covered yours protecting you from the lunging werewolf...

he took a set of claw marks to save you, you later thanked him by bandaging his wounds and giving him a kiss which led to a blurred night of passion!

that was what started you on the Winchester love trail... only to have something tear you away from your love...

Sam: "so according to every single biblical reference there is something called the devils gate!!! and apparently..."

Y/N: "the apocalypse is on the way and somehow Sam is apart of it..."

Dean: “ya so am i... well apart of the apocalypse anyway but you were very very right when you said that Sam is massively apart of this...”

Bobby: “none of you are 2 far off, everything with Azazel it lines up directly for the fucking apocalypse... if Azazel gets his hands on Sam he can use his blood to open the devil’s gate which is like the gateway to the part of hell where all the higher form demons and things are kept...”

Dean: “then he shan’t get him...”

Bobby: “if we let him out of the area he needs to be with someone he cant go alone... till we can find the devils gate and till we can can stop azazel we need to stay safe...”

Sam: “maybe we shouldn’t change anything maybe we should keep them the same...”

you shot straight out of your chair and stormed out of there before another word could be said...

Bobby: “Sam do you not realize what that girl has done to save your ass... seriously boy whats wrong with you... thinking things could be normal is an understatement... this is not normal, someone else would have left your ass, this girl sacrificed her entire career, going to school and everything to hunt full time just to spend all her time with you boy...”

Dean: “bobby has a point, Y/N showed me a photo of her scholarship she was supposed to be heading to Yale the week after she met us... but she gave it all up for you...  she said that giving up Yale broke her heart but she mended her heart when she started dating you bro...”

Sam looked out the door watching you standing near the edge of the property... he sunk his head down low...

Sam: “she gave all that up for me... why would she do that... i didnt ask her too...”

Dean: “you didn’t have to... she did it cause she loves you dude...”

Bobby: “Sam go talk to her now before i kick your ass to kingdom come...”

Sam got up off his chair and walked out the door adjusting his shirt a thousand times before you turned around and stood in a fighting stance...

Y/N: “what now Sam? come to break up with me to make things easier...”

Sam: “that’s not it at all, Y/N i love you and i always will... but right now you have no idea what kind of pressure i am under, i mean having my girlfriend, my uncle and my brother protecting me, its like i never had the chance to grow up at all...”

you started walking away, knowin’ he would follow, your own heart screaming at you, your mind dangerously wandering... that’s when you stopped dead in your tracks, you could feel someone or something else following you and Sam...

Sam: “whats wrong?”

Y/N: “someone or something else is following us...”

Sam: “stand back to back with me we need to prepare for anything...”

Y/N: “no we need to get back to the house...”

you turn to leave but stop immediately, you turn around to see Azazel approaching you but cant stop him in time before you get blasted into a tree... Sam rushes to your side...

Sam: “Y/N...”

Azazel: “minions grab him...”

immediately as fast as Sam’s arms had been around you, they left you as quick as well... you leaned against the tree grasping your side, you dared to look but you of course were able to move long enough to see there was blood, you pulled out your phone and hit dial for Dean...

Dean (over the phone): “Y/N...”

Y/N (over the phone): “Sam, Azazel, ambush... woods just outside of Bobby’s... im bleeding...”

Dean (over the phone): “stay calm we are on our way...”

the best description of what happened next is simple:

you were rescued by both Dean and Bobby who brought you back to the house, stitching you up they listened to you about what happened... 

as you explained how you felt like you & Sam were being followed while arguing and working out your issues in the woods... 

you were stitched up quickly before Bobby spoke up with some interesting news...

Bobby: “so i dug around a little bit more after Sam went to talk to you... i found out that Samuel Colt made a set of railway tracks in the shape of a devils trap... in the center of it is a bunch of empty field and a graveyard...”

you get up off your chair and you smile lightly making your way to grab your gun holster, you put it on switching your torn bloody shirt out for your plaid shirt, leaving it undone knowing you were wearing your sports bra... 

you were stopped by Bobby & Dean before you could reach the door... no one could tell what the fuck you were thinkng, no one could tell how pissed you were...

Y/N: “Bobby, Dean get out of my god damn way...”

Dean: “where the hell do you think you are going?”

Y/N: “i am going to get Sam back... you can get out of my way or you can come with me... but the longer we wait the worse i fear it will get...”

Dean: “slow down and think about this for a moment, Sam wouldn’t want you to do something stupid... especially when it comes to hunting or even that of saving him yourself... don’t do anything you would regret...”

Y/N: “i owe him Dean he took that huge werewolf scratch for me, i have to do this to repay him for that...”

Dean stood aside he understood where you were coming from... Bobby staring at you like you were nuts didn’t stand aside, but you walked right passed him out to your motorcycle slinging your bag of weapons on your back... you shot one more look at the house, to see Dean and Bobby standing there looking at you...

you drive off and all you could think about was the love of your life being in the hands of yellow eyes himself... although you had no idea that after you left you were about to be followed or beaten to the devils gate...

~back at Bobby’s~

Dean and Bobby were on the phone with Ellen and Jo...

Ellen: “wait wait wait woah slow down guys... we have a few small options...”

Dean: “like what ellen we couldn’t stop Y/N from leaving...”

Ellen: “boy don’t make me come over there and slap you, now lets all get to the devils gate before she does... how long ago did she leave...”

Bobby: “bout an hour...”

Ellen: “ok boys listen up Jo and I will go on ahead but at the end of it we all need to be there, this is all hands on deck... we will also see if we can talk some sense into Y/N...”

after a few seconds of silence the line disconnected, leaving dean and bobby standing in the kitchen, not sure what just happened...

Bobby: “i guess we should pack...”

Dean: “i guess we should...”

while they packed and loaded the cars you were almost at the cemetary in wyoming... but thats when you saw it, you saw the same beat up car blocking your path you pulled into the small motel parking lot to see who the fuck was blocking your path... 

you got off the bike and stored towards the other car only to watch the doors open... 

Ellen: “calm down girl its us...”

Y/N: “Ellen, Jo what the hell are you guys doing here...”

Jo: “we could ask you the same thing... but Bobby and Dean filled us in, after they called in a panic... saying you took off all pissed and hell bent on rescuing Sam whatever it takes...”

Y/N: “damnit i knew they would call for backup but i didn’t think you would try to stop me from saving the love of my life... of all people in this world i expected you guys to be on my side...”

you stormed towards the motel office to book a room, you didnt know how long you would be so you booked it for 3 days... this way you would either succeed or die trying... once in the room you unpacked the weapons to polish them...

Y/N (to self): “just because i want to be the one to save the love of my life doesn’t mean i don’t think any less of the rest of them, seriously its my fault Sam got captured, its my fault we were even outside of the property...”

Ellen: “its not your fault hun...”

Y/N: “if Sam and i hadn’t been arguing, i wouldn’t have stormed off, if i hadn’t stormed off he wouldn’t have come after me, he wouldn’t have gotten captured...”

Ellen comes over and sits beside you on the bed noticing you starting to cry, making sure that she was there incase you had a meltdown... you were on the verge of one, but you were just upset and angry... that is never a good combination of emotions in any circumstance...

Jo: “the impala should be arriving soon... mom let me worry about Y/N you deal with Bobby and Dean...”

Ellen: “ok, but neither of you leave this room tonight... well all head out as a group when the sun rises...”

Jo: “don’t worry i wont leave her side...”

you let go of Ellen and got swept into Jo’s embrace, Ellen heard the roar of the impala as she headed for the door, both you and Jo sitting cuddled on the bed... Ellen shut the door which stopped Bobby and Dean from entering...

Ellen: “she’s with Jo she is fine, neither of you are to enter this room you hear me...”

Bobby and Dean nod as they present the map to Ellen of how the lines are on the devils trap... while you and Jo sit inside and cuddle...

Jo: “once everyone is asleep we will leave, Mom will most likely bunk with Bobby and Dean... just to give us some space... so we will head out after they go to bed...”

Y/N: “but what...”

Jo: “if your gonna ask about my mom don’t worry by the time she realizes whats happened it will be too late...”

Y/n: “good but the only things we will need are guns, bullets, and voices... its mainly gonna be demons... no one is gonna blame us for this, we are gonna get in so much shit but i don’t care, i wouldn’t sleep much anyway without Sam by my side...”

Jo: “i know how you feel girl... its gonna be ok, tomorrow you will have the love of your life back, and we will spend more time together right...”

Y/N: “absolutely... i just hope i’m ready for this... but if Azazel has hurt Sam in any way shape or form, ill kill him... well that’s the plan anyway but it will be worse...”

You pull the colt out of your bag, Jo looks at it then at you and then back at the gun...

Jo: “does dean know you have this?”

Y/N: “no he doesn’t and that’s the thing is he hasn’t noticed that i took it for weeks now... i have been waiting for an opportunity to arise for me to kill this son of a bitch... i’m not gonna let him kill Sam... when do we leave...”

Jo: “in a while... i mean if we tried to leave now, we would surely be drawn and quartered...”

Y/N: “i know but every second we just sit here it could mean one second less time we have till they spill all of Sam’s blood or worse...”

Jo places her hand on your shoulder and then goes to see the stash of weaponry you brought seeking out a nice set of gun and bullets... she grabs the duel glocks you have sitting there... 

Jo: “these are very nice...”

Y/N: “lets just say they are great for making head shots on vamps, i dont even have to get dirty...”

Jo: “what do they shoot range wise?”

Y/N: “260 range...”

Jo’s jaw drops in shock and surprise... you were amazed that she didnt know...

Jo: “your kidding right?”

Y/N: “nope but my duel Uzi that i have in my duel holster are 2 up from those glocks... laced with demon trapping bullets and silver bullets... however Jo you use those glocks they wont let you put them back down, i took those off a witch who spelled them to be used against hunters, i had a different witch de spell them but they bond with their owner...”

Jo: “how will i know when they have bonded with me...”

Y/N: “when your strength feels like its gonna rip your shirt...”

at that moment Jo felt what you just described... you were certain that someone was gonna die tonight and you had a feeling that more than one life would be lost, if not 2 then 1...

that moment that the door 2 down from you guys shut and the sound of bobby, ellen and Dean floated through the walls you and Jo geared up and went out of the room as quiet as possible... went over to your bike and pushed it together down the road once far enough away you started it, with Jo on the back holding on for dear life you guys sped off towards danger...

Jo: “how do you think this will go?”

Y/N: “I think we have a 50/50 chance of this going badly…”

Jo: “what's the plan?”

You felt the wind rush passed you as you sped up… feeling like something was already wrong…

Y/N: “we go in and shoot anything that tries to stop us but Azazal is my battle and Sam needs to come out of this alive…”

Jo: “I'm ready for this… you know if we pull this off perfectly no one else will question us for anything…”

You and jo see the graveyard and you guys pull in seeing immediately Azazel Sam and some other dude… you and Jo get off the bike and are immediately pulled in closer by a force…

Azazel: “ladies welcome to the greatest moment in history… I'm about to open the gate… but I want you both to see what I've done to these 2 men…”

You saw Sam and the other man turn towards you and Jo their eyes red…

Y/N: “you spelled them you bastard... what the hell is your big obsession with Sam and what's his face anyway… why do they fit into this…”

Azazel: “their blood is used to fuel the spell to open the gate… don't worry kiddo your boyfriend won't know what he's about to do yet…”

You and Jo took a few steps back as Sam approached you both, you took steps forward and made your final approach between the 2 of you… but Sam or at least spelled Sam was either very angry or forcibly angry… he lunged himself at you… his hands clasping around your neck…

Jo: “Y/N…”

Y/N: “toss me the pocket knife…”

Jo: “Y/N no…”

you look slightly at Jo to see her being held against her will by Azazel… Sam was still choking you but you wer3 able to reach up and pull his hair back, releasing his hold on your neck you leaned up and kissed him… instantly breaking Azazel’s spell Sam instantly breaking the kiss making you gasp…

Sam: “Y/N…”

You touch his cheek and feel his hands pull you off the ground pulling you close to him, he realizes that you have fear in your eyes… Sam turns around holding onto you as he spots Azazel holding Jo…

Azazel: “Its a shame to see that true love does exist… oh well if I can't have soldiers I'll just settle for one… kill him…”

that's when there was a gunshot in the air, your love bleeding as he falls holding you, Ellen Bobby and Dean had also just shown up at the time of the order given… they all witnessed the love of your life getting shot… Azazel gets the nerve to throw Jo into another tree knocking her unconscious ...

Azazel: “oh well time to open the door…”

You stand up with tears in your eyes you look at Sam’s body, then turning to Azazel as he opens the gate… gearing up your guns you start slowly walking to Azazel…

Y/N: "If you take one more step, I can promise you that you won't like what comes next."

Azazel turns to you upon hearing that…

Azazel: “I killed the love of your life I wonder how it would look right now to him you standing over his murderer but your the true one that killed him…”

You fell to your knees, no one could blame you but Dean was at your side in an instant you leaned into him…

Y/N: “Dean I'm sorry… I said I was gonna get him back but instead I made it worse... “

Dean: “hey hey hey it's ok… none of this is your fault never believe this piece of shit…”

Y/N: “but it is if Jo and I had just waited… we wouldn't be in this situation…”

Dean looked at you then at the gate which was just about to burst… Dean covered you with his own flesh as the gate burst open… you and Dean had a front row seat… you both witnessed several thousand clouds of black smoke flying around, you and Dean dared not look up… until a white light surrounded the both of you… it knocked back several of the clouds then it faced Azazel…

Azazel: “didnt i break you… John…”

The white light turned into the likeness of John Winchester… you were amazed when he didnt speak but instead he smiled lightly as he nodded at you, you knew right away what he was meaning… you pulled the colt out of the back of your jeans, handing it to Dean he looks at you…

Dean: “you took this, why…”

Y/N: “i wanted revenge, i was seeing revenge, i wanted to kill Azazel for what he was doing to Sam… i was gonna use it on him but Sam’s death has hit me really hard… i have to let someone else do this… Avenge Sam, Avenge everything and if this works correctly, we will have victory and mourning later…”

Dean took the Colt in his hand as John watched and stepped aside, Dean kneels and looks straight at Aazel…

Dean: “hey asswipe, this is for all the toruble and pain you have caused my family… go to hell…”

With that he pulled the trigger and shot Azazel point blank… Ellen, and Bobby worked to close the gate, and with it sealed you were immediately the center of all concern...

~thats all for now folks~

[thepalegoldmoon]

All 60 asks~!

get to know me, pick some numbers. 1. selfieNone ATM, but you’ll see my face when I con update, (pro procrastinating on that haha)
2. what would you name your future kids?I’m trying to get a new baby Guinea pig from a friend and I’m gonna try to name it Roadie, if that shows anything haha (I’m never gonna have human children, but other animals probably haha)
3. do you miss anyone?Tbh is this even a question? When don’t I miss someone haha, yeah.. Kinda tbh
4. what are you looking forward to?Cons, moving out, making more money, just chilling with the only person I ever really hang out with anymore haha
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?Yeah like one or two people, one and probably the most important one and the one of them being the cool ass mf who sent me this ask c;
6. is it hard for you to get over someone?Depends on alot of variables recently 
7. what was your life like last year?Lonely, terribly quite, have really no one, maybe like two people, and they kinda just became by closest and probably most reliable (in the best kinda ways) friends I’ve ever had..
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?Yeah I think? I bottle up alot of my emotions. So when I get annoyed enough to cry. It’s that one thing that sent me over the breaking point and everything just happens in one big messy fit. It’s gross. •-•
9. who did you last see in person?Besides my immediate family (I see those annoying fucks everyday so they don’t really count I love them but eh) ummm I think it was this really cool guy, his name is Jay, I tag him in a ton of shit, yeah he’s really awesome!~ and my fave, but yeah I saw him for a con and it was amazing!~
10. are you good at hiding your feelings?Idk some people say they can’t tell certain emotions. Or they don’t notice them, others say the exact opposite, it all depends on the people and emotions
11. are you listening to music right now?Nope shockingly, I’ve been jamming out to my old childhood anthems these past few days haha
12. what is something you want right now?Probably to just chill with someone, just kinda cuddle with someone and watch movies and conspiracy YouTube videos tbh haha maybe do some other cool shit with? Idk but that would be nice haha, and money to pay off some people haha,
13. how do you feel right now?Kinda lonely, a little tired, but over all calm and just veggin out doing nothing haha
14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? Two weeks ago I gave my friend Amanda a hug good bye, I ran into her at the fireworks show down the street from my apartment
15. personality descriptionYikes, a mess. I’m a scrappy cinnamon roll with a low key Lex Luther complex 😈Kinda explains why I want to legally change my name to Alyxxander… Hmmm haha
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?Tbh yeah, there’s lots of shit I’d love to say but don’t, wether for their protection or my own, sometimes some things are better left for better times or just never said
17. opinion on insecurities.They’re shit and we all hate them tbh but as long as you can find ways to get past them and have friends that support you and beat those insecurities down rather than make them worse, all is good!~ 
18. do you miss how things were a year ago?I don’t really know, like maybe some things, but tbh not much is really too different from last year. There’s a few things different hut tbh idk if that’s a good or bad thing anymore. I don’t really know haha
19. have you ever been to New York?State: yes, a few times, passing through and I’ve been to Buffalo.City: passed through but didn’t stay. I’d love to go one day though
20. what is your favourite song at the moment?hooked on a feeling (I make snapchat memes from that song haha,)
21. age and birthday?18 and May 28th!~
22. description of crush.A have a few key words. L E G S. E Y E S. S M I L E. has the tiniest flatest butt, but I love it and think it’s real nice!~ ( Tbh doesn’t have the flatest ass out of all my friend group, but put of my closet friend group does XD) and once it’s relevant again H A I R. (( gee golly guys, I wonder who I described???)) haha
23. fear(s)Hahah many. Mostly personal ones but one I’ll be alright making a public one. Never being able to be there for my friends or those I care most about in any way at all.. Or to constantly cause them pain in some way.. 
24. height5'5/ 5'6? It’s been a while since I last got my height checked 
25. role modelProbably Chris Evens, that gorgeous man, he’s the true captain frickin America 
26. idol(s)I have alot but I can’t think of any of them ATM…
27. things i hateMany things.. But tbh just when people take credit for shit other people do, when someone bitches about how they should get something when they’ve literally done jack shit to get it, or when people act like a total douche just because something won’t go their way, wether it be a giant thing or the tiniest fucking thing…
28. i’ll love you if…Enjoy my forms of affections, I enjoy lots of hugs and cuddling kinda stuff.. Haha that or if we can do cool shit together and just be open enough to connect on some form of level. You gotta have the vibes man, ya know?
29. favourite film(s)The Danish Girl Lots of horror movies Any Tim Burton film The crow 
30. favourite tv show(s)Voltron Steven UniverseAnd a bunch of old cartoons from when I was a kidEspecially invader ZimOmfg that was my shit 
31. 3 random facts1.) I’m complete total trash, I named my most recent animals after overwatch characters, I have 6 now, 3 Guinea pigs (Dva(f) Aki(m) Oreo(m)), 2 gerbils (Mercy(f) Widow(f)), and a mouse he’s Junkmouse he’s such a Sweetie!~ and he’s teeny!~That awesome guy that sent the ask, Jay, yeah his idea with naming junkmouse and then I just kinda couldn’t help but keep it going cause it just fit too well, soon I’m gonna run out of names I know it haha

2.) I feel like this should go out, cause this wasn’t on the ask lost but it should be hahamy favorite color is blue, but the color I feel with is usually yellow or orange

3.) I’m really into witchcraft and things associated, and I want to get better at it haha
32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?Ehhhhh, even cause I can only think of the three people I converse with the most or at all, I have one friend who identifies as female, another who identifies as female(I think) idk she’s a all over the place, and then one who identifies as male, so it’s kinda even but leans more towards females
33. something you want to learnMany things, mostly how to be a better friend, every language I can get for free on my Rosetta stone app, and ASL, 
34. most embarrassing momentEhhhhh there’s two but they’re insanely personal haha
35. favourite subjectArt. Science. Spiritual/religious shit. Sociology. Animals. Games. Shows. Conspiracy shit. Scary spooky shit. haha (I’m not in school anymore so these are just random things I talk alot about haha)
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?1.) like to visit Asia or at least one other country over seas2.) get better at art or photography and maybe make a job out of it3.) just make it through life and enjoy what I can about it
37. favourite actor/actressActors: Johnny Depp, Allan Rickman, Eddie Redmaine.Actress: Helena Bonham Carter
38. favourite comedian(s)Adam Grabowski (seriously check this guy out, he’s a riot, the Disney princesses skit he does, one of the best, if not check out the board games one, 10/10)
39. favourite sport(s)Swimming and hiking are what I count as sports and I barely even do those tbh.. Sleeping and see how long I can stay in my house uncovered by society are my true sports. Tbh I went out for fireworks, and a con so far this summer, I’m doing great haha.
40. favourite memoryOoo idk any right now haha
41. relationship statusSingle Pringle, but I’m stick in the can, cause I ain’t ready to mingle. I got my eyes set on someone even if it won’t happen. But it’s nice to try at least c:
42. favourite book(s)I used to have one but I can’t think of it off the top of my head, I used to be hella into the Percy Jackson series though, Rick’s a good author haha 
43. favourite song everYikes, I don’t know dude haha
44. age you get mistaken forEhhhhh either 14/15 or like 20/21 so not entirely off but like I’m either hella legal or hella illegal XD
45. how you found out about your idolI don’t really know, 
46. what my last text message saysI K R ! ! ! ! ! ! LIKE SEE!!!
47. turn onsMmm not sure, but I’m up to find out physical ones c; haha but in all seriousness, just consent, respect, and open minded vibes. Just of I get the right vibes off you.
48. turn offsI don’t get the right vibes off you.Really extremely bratty kids. Rich or not. Just bratty ass kids. And people who have no shame or humility 
49. where i want to be right nowTbh, my own apartment, either chilling with a close ass bud, or maybe traveling around, just somewhere else that seems more exciting or comforting.
50. favourite picture of your idolN/a
51. starsignGemini!~ haha
52. something i’m talented atI’ve heard??? I’m good??? at art??? And then I have negative ones but Imma keep those put of here ahaha, but I’m good at art??? And cooking??? /baking??? From what I’m told haha
53. 5 things that make me happy1.) My pets2.) Not being bothered when in playing my games/ When my house only has yours truly scurrying around the place3.) food, and chilling with a good show or movie4.) getting to chill with my friends and do cool ass shit,5.) getting the chance to give cheesy ass affections, whether it’s platonic or not, I LIKE TO SNUG ALRIGHT!?!?!? SNUGGINS ARE WHAT MAKE THIS WORLD GO FUCKING ROUND MAN LIKE SHIT.(Imma throw in a sixth one cause this is important)6.) getting to get turnt with some good friends and the Devils sweet green grass when I have the chance, (GONNA FOR MY MED CARD SOON B, HMU I’M EXCITE)
54. something thats worrying me at the momentTwo things, money (always), screwing shit up beyond the point of no return with my closest friend.. 
55. tumblr friendsI got like three? One of which is the only one I ever tag, or talk to haha, that’s this cool dude at the very top of this post here, yeah him!~ that little stud!~ c:
56. favourite food(s)All?????????
57. favourite animal(s)Ehhhhh, all?????????But mostly cats, and my pets haha 
58. description of my best friendEhh mm, Well I’ll do my two closest friends ATM, Ok one super chill dude, described him a bit at the top, he’s got LEGS alright, and those eyes, fucking end me haha, but yeah, he’s really awesome, but hell he’s super complex, and that’s probably the coolest thing about him, he’s on a whole bunch of other levels my guy

Then the second one, she’s cool, she’s pretty quite, but low key really adventurous and pretty open minded and grounded, but she’s a cancer. So there’s that… Haha she’s reliable tho, she’s been there since kindergarten, so I feel bad not giving her a little credit.
59. why i joined tumblrMostly for my childhood friend Liz, but I didn’t know how to use this god forsaken site, but I found a new reason to back in like sophomore/ junior year, cause again Jay XD. I needed my daily fix of memes and this guys got the best quality memes alright? He is the meme king!!!~ XD 
60. ask me anything you wantN/a

Thanks my guy!!!~ it was fun answering all the asks!~ (even if I lost them like five or six times haha)

[asktheguardians]

Ch.34 Surprise Visit

Back at the castle, Alex on her bed still up at night looking out her room window still thinking about herself.

Alex: ....only if you're here....father....

It’s now morning and Ace is up early walking to the training room. He open the door and seeing one of the punching bags cut in half on the floor with sand everywhere. He thought Shadow did it and with anger on his face he ran to his door knocking it loud and fast to wake him up. Door opens and seeing his hair really messy and his eyes looking tired.

Shadow: Dude...come on it’s like....five in the morning what you want? Ace: Did you cut the sandbag!? Shadow: What no? Why would I do that? Ace: I don’t know I thought it would be you using your swords on it to see if it can cut it?

Before he continue on Shadow stop him sniffing the air like a dog. Ace confuse and little angry but want to continue talking to him but he then walk away from him to follow the smell. When he caught up to Shadow he then heard the shower water on in the bathroom with steam coming out the door. The aroma that Shadow smell making him sleep with the steam flowing to his face that he collapse to the ground snoring on the ground. Ace shook his head with a smile on his face and decided to open the door. As he enter he ask who was in the bathroom.

Ace: Is anyone in the bathroom? ???: M-Mr. Ace!?!?!

The one who is taking a shower in front of Ace is Alex with towels on her body and a huge blush on her face. both then freak out but Alex use her magic lifting Ace and throwing him out the bathroom very hard to the wall. From the crash to the wall it woke up Shadow making him jump from a surprise. Alex exit out the bathroom towel wrap around on her walking away to Pearl’s room to change and making Shadow very confuse and embarrass.

Shadow: You didn’t knock did you mate? Ace: N-nope....ouch...I’m still okey... Shadow: So....what you think Alex doing here? Should we tell the others? Ace: Maybe they might see her or find out I bet...I’ll just...be laying here for...a bit... Shadow: Need help to Nurse Blood? Ace: Yeah...

Pearl all wake up in her room sitting and watching Alex changing her clothes and talking about Ace earlier.

Alex: He should have knock before entering! I hope he fine after what I did to him? Pearl: What did you do? Alex: I kind of throw him out the bathroom to the wall... Pearl: Aw It’s ok he’s tough you know. He can handle a huge impact.

A knock on a door surprise them both which then Pearl walk up to open it. It’s King just doing daily checking on the team but he then notice Alex is in her room.

Alex: Oh morning Mr.Ken Ken: M-morning Alex didn’t expect you're here today? Pearl: Wait Ken? Your real name is Ken? Ken: King is just my code name nobody told you this? Thought Shadow told you that? Pearl: This whole time I thought your real name was King the whole time.

Alex then giggles behind her and Ken blushing a bit. He then left to check on the others and as he leave and the door close both girls then laugh out what just happen.

Klondike: So the princess is here..neat? Shadow: Eeyup the doc said she wanted to visit here and probably train with us or something? But I don’t get why like she is stronger than us. Sarah: How did you know that? Shadow: Well....I kind of ask her to fight me one time and she beat me when I was down. Klondike: Goddamit Shadow and holy crap she beat you? Is she that fast or something? Shadow: She like summon these lightsaber like swords like alot of them and just hovers in the air at a speed of light! She can even beat me in my limit break as well. Sarah: Well that is one tough princess.Even took out Ace too. But last time we saw her fighting she lost to Lord Metal then you and Pearl manage to damage him...You and I are gonna make one! Shadow: I just kind of thoguht of that idea but I didn’t think it would work? It’s our first time doing it.

Sarah got up the chair and look at Klondike for a second. as he looking nervous she grab his sleeves of his jacket and pulling him to the training room with Shadow following behind them. They enter the training room and then seeing Pearl in front of them just watching Alex beating King in the ring. Sarah and Klondike watching it in surprise.

Alex: You fighting style and choice of weapon is very interesting Mr.Ken. But...

She then low kick him to the floor and her swords surrounding him with a smile on her face.

Alex: You need to concentrate in front of you when wielding that sword. Also you’re heat temperature can boil your blood inside of you making you tired little quick. But once you learn how to use it you’ll might be able to beat me or Lord Metal. King: Y-yeah your style is a little different the last time we saw you fight? But it’s good and I’ll learn some those stuff Alex. Alex: Thats good...Oh Klondike and Sarah! You're just on time! If it’s ok can we have a match please. Shadow: She saying she wanna challenge you two. Klondike: I know that sherlock. But Alex before we do this we gotta eat first. haven’t even eat breakfast yet. Alex: O-oh y-yes sorry please go ahead! Sarah: We promise we’ll go against you in a match.

The then left the room with King behind them. The room is silent with Alex, Pearl, and Shadow don’t know what to say. Alex hand clench to a fist when looking down on the floor. Pearl look at her and then walk up to her putting her hand on her shoulder which jump her in surprise. Shadow look at Alex seeing her palms have blisters and seeing her eyes getting little tired as well.

Alex: Don’t worry I’m fine just little tired that's all and almost out of breath. Shadow: Alex sorry to bother you but have you been training in this room when we are all asleep? Alex: H-how can you tell? Shadow: Well it was just a guess but the sandbag is still cut in half back there. Is there something in your mind? Alex: W-well...I just...I wanna train with you guys!

Both Pearl and Shadow surprise reaction to her and look at each other in worried.

Alex: I thought..If I can learn from you guys I could be strong too and protect my kingdom...I lost to Lord Metal cause I was scared...I was scared cause I can’t even protect my kingdom and my people and what I fear is losing you all...and fail everyone....When I saw you beat him I was shocked because you weren’t like that before when we fought!

Tears began to fall off her cheek with her hand clenching more. Her body shivers as more tears coming down off of her. He then feel really worried and down when seeing her crying. Pearl hugging her head to her chest as she hugged back covering her face. He look back the door making sure it’s close behind him as he then walk up to the ring and hugging Alex to her.

Alex: S-shadow.. Shadow: I am sorry Alex...didn’t know you felt this way... Like when we fight I don’t wanna like hurt you or anything like it was really good but I was worried that after we fight I might hurt you really bad or something since your...important and a princess... Alex: I told you to go all out...I guess you worried too much...

Alex then think of something in her head which made her rub the tears off her eyes and relax she look at Shadow for a while not saying a word. He was gonna ask if she’s okay but she swing her arm with her sword at him dodging the blade only cutting his hair a little bit.

Pearl: A-alex what you doing!? Alex: Come At Me Shadow! you will be my next challenger!

She was then interrupted by a growl coming from their stomachs. Alex then get down her knees blushing alot trying to cover herself so that no one can hear it. Both Pearl and Shadow laugh a little and Alex pouting at them.

Shadow: Alex I will accept your challenge but you ask both Sarah and Klondike first so if you beat them then I will fight you! But first let’s eat because it’s still morning and I haven’t eat anything yet. Alex: O-ok but you better promise that! Shadow: Yeah. Pearl: Don’t worry he doesn’t break promises much except when he’s busey and stuff. But come on it’s KEn’s turn for breakfast! Alex: K-ken's turn?

Everyone is eating their breakfast with Shadow, Pearl, and Alex joining too with them. Alex tasted the food their eating and her eyes shines like stars and wiggling in excitement on how delicious the food taste.

Alex: This food is so delicious! What is this called? Ken: Oh that's pancakes mix with maple syrups in the batter. Alex: It just taste so good! At the castle we do have pancakes but we never thought mixing it with maple syrups in the batters. Your really good making these food! Ken: Oh well we kind of take turns what we make food sometimes since today I’m making food but thank you! Skyla: Is there more left on the counter? Ken: Yeah there's lots more if you want seconds. Skyla: Yay! *Gloomy and Holly raising their arms and wings in the air for yay*

Later on the pancakes are all gone. Everyone full and feeling ready already to go against Alex soon today. Alex then leads them to the teleporters to teleport them to her castle arena. Others are surprised of how big it is inside as if it can fill the whole village people.

Klondike: How long you knew this? Shadow: Well sensei kind of let me train with Brian for sometimes when we first got here. Thought you knew that? Ace: This place is perfect to let out our strength here. The training room wasn’t that big but I don’t wanna destroy the room. Klondike: True it’s really hard. Alex: So..You ready Sir Klondike and Miss Sarah!

She then turn around summon a huge energy sword. Klondike and Sarah are really surprises of her magic and everyone got to their seats to watch the fight. 

Hours has pass as both Sarah and Klondike continue standing with their clothes being tear and cut. Alex still stand before them with many more energy sabers hovering behind her. She throw her arms down as the blades launching to them. Sarah continuously firing at the blades hitting every single one with Klondike helping her out using his spells to hit the targets. It cause a smoke in the field making them nervous of their surroundings. The smoke then comes to them making them more nervous with their back on each others. Hearing foot steps surrounding them fast making Sarah loosing her concentration to aim and fire. Out of notice Alex came to Klondike face to face giving his eyes shock in surprise. Sarah turn around but then turn back fast which when the smoke clears up they are surrounded by her swords. Everyone are surprised of how many there are which Shadow never seen this happen before. Both Sarah and Klondike look each other with a smile on their face. Both of them went limit break and the swords shooting too them. Deflecting each and every single blades coming to them. The ground is covered in her blades and both of them panting and sweating alot with cuts and bruises on their skins.

Alex: We stop here...You two did an excellent work! No one ever come out so well from that attack! And Sara you should work on using some amount of bullets you're using if you just continue firing you’ll just run out of ammos. And Klondike you were doing well I guess those lessons on magic with Miss Strings are going well. Sarah/Klondike: Thank You!

She gives them a smile with glee but then turns her head to Shadow which he now stands up and walks down the stairs.

Pearl: Becareful Shadow! Klondike: I guess he wants to go against her again? That princess know how to use those blades... Sarah: But we finally did our team combo! *slap his back* Didn’t know you can do that to my bullets!? Klondike: Well it isn’t easy getting those bullets when they’re so many of them rapidly firing. You did shot alot of them you know. Sarah: As long as I it the target I’m good but with my sniper rifle I do one shot!

Interrupted from the conversation Shadow went full limit break at the start of the battle.

Ken: Dude what you doing!? You can’t just use it at the start! Shadow: Alex told me to go all out! So you ready Alex? Alex: Shadow I wanna thank you for taking my request...If you and the others are gonna be more stronger to defeat Lord Metal and save us all. I will become stronger too!

She first comes at his with the charge as he follows along with her. Both of them clash creating a huge boom to the arena.

(Ch.36 Unleashed the Power)

[differentdove]

all the questionsss :D

Top of tha mornin to ya, anon! I guess you DO wanna know something! Is it you that wants to know everything? If not, thats a pretty popular view, hahaha! But i like your hutzpah, kid! 1:   Full name : Madison Grace 

2:   Age : I am nineteen 

3:   3 Fears : I mean, I dont really have but one fear, but I suppose silence, darkness, and opening up to people, but those are just due to inner issues and are things easily fixed that i deal with on a daily basis. 

4:   3 things I love : I love Paul and dinosaours and my family! 

5:   3 turns on : Passion, no fear of social standards, hilarity! 

6:   3 turns off : Common camo, no consideration of others, my ex bf!

7:   My best friend: all of my friends now??

8:   Sexual orientation: ?????????

9:   My best first date: That is by far this last one i went on! It was incredible, i will never forget it! 

10:   How tall am I: Smol standing at 5′6′’

11:   What do I miss: I miss traveling. I cant do it so much anymore as of this exact moment, but i do what i can

12:   What time were I born: I was born exactly on the dot at 8:45 in the morning! 

13:   Favourite color: ALL THE COLOURS! 

14:   Do I have a crush: Nope! 

15:   Favourite quote: I dont really have one, but ill just put the last one that i shared. I came across it by accident and it is actually a lyric, but it says: “We make each other better, we may not be perfect, but we are perfect together” and its such a sweet, aweome song and it made me too emotional than i am confortable with.

16:   Favourite place: I do not have one, actually! 

17:   Favourite food: How could you ever pick just one? There is so many delectable things out there! 

18:   Do I use sarcasm: Wha-whaaaattt! Pshhhh, haha, do i, do I use sarcasm?!?!? Hahahaha, noooooooooooooooo. 

19:   What am I listening to right now: I just have The Office playing in the background, ive gotta shower here soon, but I am tryna crunch out these questions first! 

20:   First thing I notice in new person: Existence? 

21:   Shoe size: That is a tricky question, but the shoes i am wearing today are a 9.5H

22:   Eye color: As of rn, they are lightish brown! 

23:   Hair color: Browwwnn

24:   Favourite style of clothing: I mean, i dont have an answer for this, but eccentric? 

25:   Ever done a prank call?: I mean, do middle school girls do dumb things at sleep overs?…yes. 

27:   Meaning behind my URL: I have used this url for soooooo many years now, it is basically my signature username. I came up with this in,,,a round fourth grade time, and that was when i was really noticing my connection to mother nature and i was the weird kid and so ‘different’ stood out to me, (”different” being a good connotation and “strange” being the opposing) and ‘dove’ was a nice word, showing a bit of religion and peace and so i feel they fit together very nicely! It also turned out for Morning Dove to be my first larger role, and my ancients gave me this bag of random jewlery from all over and it had a beautiful handmade dove in it with beads.  

28:   Favourite movie: N/a

29:   Favourite song N/a

30:   Favourite band Really, how does one pick these things?

31:   How I feel right now: I,,,I feel, not necessarily happy, but, almost. Content?

32:   Someone I love: Rachel

33:   My current relationship status: Single and ready to fla-stay that way.

34:   My relationship with my parents: Nonexistent?

35:   Favourite holiday: I dont have one! I really kind of like all of them! Well, except for valentines day. Thats so stupid, im not even gonna get that soap box.

36:   Tattoos and piercing i have: Sadly, i just have my lobes pierced, but i want soooo many more piercings that are underway. I want too many tattoos, and i cant really get them, so im just gonna deal without. 

37:   Tattoos and piercing i want: Well, the next is my conch ear pierced. I have an ear map of ones that i want. 

38:   The reason I joined Tumblr: I mean, this is not my original tumblr, but it was actually my friend Tahlia who suggested it. I was making really cool art out of fruit at lunch and she wanted me to post it, and so she told me about it and i cant remember what that blog was, but i will remember eventually. But i joined off of her recommendation and here i am! 

39:   Do I and my last ex hate each other?: No, i mean,,, he hurt me beyond belief and its really something ive been trying to get the heck ut of my life, but no, i dont hate him. I know he despises me, but i feel what i feel and as much wrong as he did me, i do not hate him. 

40:   Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: I meaannn, technically yes, but ive not gotten a “good morning” text in a good while. I tend to talk to people very late, and so we will say good bye n good night, but not really, no. 

41:   Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: I have not. 

42:   When did I last hold hands?: Goodness, that is a time ago, huh. Thats not something ive thought about in a good while. I held a mannequin hand earlier, but a human, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

43:   How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: It depends, anywhere from and hour to five hours.

44:   Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: HAHAHAHAHAHA

45:   Where am I right now?: I am sitting on my couch in the living room. My home. 

*the part where i shorten answers, sweet and simple. AKA i didnt realize how long this was and i want to get them all, but im on a time crunch*

46:   If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: Then it would be whichever friend is there. We have good care for one another. Or the DD

47:   Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: Suuuuuuuuuuper loud, man. 

48:   Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: Ugh. Unfortunately. 

49:   Am I excited for anything?: I am excited, yes. I get to give a gift tomorrow and get ready for KCACTF.

50:   Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: Theres not really anyone, of any gender, that i have told everything to. 

51:   How often do I wear a fake smile?: too much. 

52:   When was the last time I hugged someone? I hugged this guy today…

53:   What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? I mean she IS married, soooo

54:   Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: Huh? No?

55:   What is something I disliked about today? I should have gotten something different at the restaurant, i didnt know it would be huge.

56:   If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: The frozen head of walt disney

57:   What do I think about most? Theatre? God? Honestly, my thoughts are nothing to mess with

58:   What’s my strangest talent?: I can,,,uhhh, I am great at champagne towers? 

59:   Do I have any strange phobias?: Nope. But my friend is afraid of two things. Whales and jello.

60:   Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Boooooth

61:   What was the last lie I told?: Im hanging out with Shelby and Ariel.

62:   Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: Both is pretty cool. Talking is easier for my situation (more available, etc.)

63:   Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yep. YEP.

64:   Do I believe in magic? Of course! 

65:   Do I believe in luck? Yes, but sometimes you have to make your own luck.

66:   What’s the weather like right now? It is actually starting to snow! :D

67:   What was the last book I’ve read? A Meisner book by friend lent me.

68:   Do I like the smell of gasoline? Overall-yes. but i hate pumping gas, and thats really the only time i smell it. 

69:   Do I have any nicknames? Not particularly, no.

70:   What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Probably my heart, itm.

71:   Do I spend money or save it?: I am trying to balance. 

72:   Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Yes, i can, actually.

73:   Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?: My ipad has pink in the case! 

74:   Favourite animal?: None. All of them.

75:   What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: Dude. Freaking out over Gravity Falls! 

76:   What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: Uhhhhhhh, what? (McBadguy)

77:   What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: I mean, all of the musics. Ooh lala? By ginger minj.

78:   How can you win my heart?: I dont know you, it depends on you. But i feel my sparkling personality is a shooin. 

79:   What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: “Theyre not dead. Theyre never gonna die, but still chipped in for a cool tombstone, TAKE THAT DEBORA.”

80:   What is my favorite word?: I dont have one, but there is this thing where people say a word and it just sounds perfect with their voice. My freshman english teacher had one. And its just strange and itll stop me in my tracks. 

81:   My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Theres so many great ones! I highly reccomend lots of my mutuals, theyre all perfect hoomuns. 

82:   If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: Made you look. 

83:   Do I have any relatives in jail?: Not that i know of.

84:   I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: The power to have every power.

85:   What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: Really anything on my personal life. 

86:   What is my current desktop picture?: I dont have a desktop.

87:   Had sex?: Regerts. So many ragreeerrrts

88:   Bought condoms? Nope. 

89:   Gotten pregnant? Nope. 

90:   Failed a class? Yes. And it is not hindering me. 

91:   Kissed a boy?: yes i have

92:   Kissed a girl? Yep

93:   Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? No. 

94:   Had job? I have, i need another, though.

95:   Left the house without my wallet? Only all the time. 

96:   Bullied someone on the internet? Of course not. Thats never okay. 

97:   Had sex in public? I mean, technically, but no, not really. If ever. 

98:   Played on a sports team? Yeah, several actually. 

99:   Smoked weed? The devils lettuce. That gateway drug? THe wacKY TOBACKEE?!?! Yes. 

100:   Did drugs? Yep. 

101:   Smoked cigarettes? No, goodness no. And thats not gonna happen. ick

102:   Drank alcohol? Yep. 

103:   Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Never had this question before, i am vegan, yes! 

104:   Been overweight? Never not

105:   Been underweight? HAha, yeahright

106:   Been to a wedding? Yes! I love weddings! My last one ive been to was my dear friend Kelley. 

107:   Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: Minimum. 

108:   Watched TV for 5 hours straight?  Childs play.

109:   Been outside my home country? Yes and i cannot wait to go back

110:   Gotten my heart broken? Hahahahaha only a lot. 

111:   Been to a professional sports game?: A few actually! I love it

112:   Broken a bone? No, knock on wood

113:   Cut myself? Yes. Dont do it. 

114:   Been to prom? Twice. Prom ruler yoyo

115:   Been in airplane? Yes! Its great, good memories. 

116:   Fly by helicopter? Gosh i wish. I had an opportunity to at school, but i didnt learn until after the fact, They didnt think id want to. WOULDNT WANT TO. PSSSHHH. HA. 

117:   What concerts have I been to? So many. THe last big one was P!ATD and FOB in Georgia

118:   Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Maybe?

119:   Learned another language? I am working on it, yeah. 

120:   Wore make up? I am actually wearing it at this very moment. 

121:   Lost my virginity before I was 18?: Ugh. Regeerrrtttsssssss

122:   Had oral sex? Nope. 

123:   Dyed my hair? Nah

124:   Voted in a presidential election? Sadly i have not. not yet. 

125:   Rode in an ambulance? No, actually. And i hope i never will. Unless its just a fun parade-type thing. Or a car chase.

126:   Had a surgery? Besides oral surgery, no.

127:   Met someone famous? A few, yeah. Shout out Fanboy

128:   Stalked someone on a social network? Mildly, yeah. 

129:   Peed outside? So. Hard. 

130:   Been fishing? Nah

131:   Helped with charity? Yeah, i love volunteering!

132:   Been rejected by a crush?: Yuuuppppppp. 

133:   Broken a mirror? ……maybe a little

134:   What do I want for birthday? Is surprise party a bad answer? Ive always wanted oneee

135:   How many kids do I want and what will be their names? Ahhhhhh, who knows. Not present Madison. Thats future Madisons problem. 

136:   Was I named after anyone?: No, but who knows. 

137:   Do I like my handwriting? Yes. Its changed so much and is all over the place, but its great.

138:   What was my favourite toy as a child?: Iiiiiii, i dont know. 

139:   Favourite Tv Show? N/a.

140:   Where do I want to live when older? Nowhere. I want to keep traveling and live in cast/crew housing and yes.

141:   Play any musical instrument? Clarinet, beginners piano, beginners cello, beginners bagpipes. 

142:   One of my scars, how did I get it? Ive not one on my right leg, four o’clock from my knee that i got from my kittens the last time i saw them…

143:   Favourite pizza toping? Vegan thingssssss (a rare commodity where i live)

144:   Am I afraid of the dark? Not teccchnically, but i cant be in it. 

145:   Am I afraid of heights? Nooooo, theyre wonderful! 

146:   Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Nope. Its only illegal if you get caught. 

147:   Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? School is being a dumb dummyhead.

148:   What I’m really bad at. Everything, really?

149:   What my greatest achievments are. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…?

150:   The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me. Honestly, i have those stored atm and really couldnt tell you. 

151:   What I’d do if I won in a lottery. MADE SURE I CASKED THE TICKET ASAP. THOSE THIGNS HAVE A QUICK EXPIRATION DATE.

152:   What do I like about myself. Uhhhh,,,,,,, my minds not there atm. Come again. 

153:   My closest Tumblr friend. Teccchnicaly its @shelby ashley 3, but idk if thats cheating. 

154:   Something I fantasise about. Fantasise? Idk if you know me, but thats a vvv tricky subject. 

155:   Any question you’d like? Well, you didnt specify for this, so i suppose were finished! You might have noticed by now, but i am not able to answer every question in the ‘traditional’ way, but i hope you had fun reading these and you learned something new! I enjoyed answering them! I hope you have a wonderful day!