#and now its almost 10:30 and i went downstairs to grab the water bottle and she didnt say anything and im so tired

[devotedlystrangewizard]

life is about fucking yourself over for attention from ur parents and still receiving none. sometimes.

[aka-ashi-keiji]

“i can’t hear you”

Bakugou Katsuki x best friend reader

soft angst

tw: screaming, emotional meltdown.

short fic about bakugou and you’re his childhood best friend, and you help him through dealing with his hearing loss. enjoy lovies.

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You woke up to the sound of your mother knocking on your door and yelling, “y/n wake up, you have training today with katsuki. i love that boy but i am not in the mood to deal with his explosive attitude over you being late .” You lived right next door to katsuki all your life and since your moms were best friends, you guys were best friends since you learned how to walk. Every saturday you guys would train from 8 AM to noon in his garage since it was basically a mini gym, and then after you both would head over to your house. You checked the time on your phone on the bedside table and it read 7:50. “SHIT MOM WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP SOONER” you yelled as you jumped out of bed and quickly found a black tank top and grey sweatpants to train in. You could hear your mom chuckling as she walked away from your door. You grabbed your headphones, phone, water bottle, and Nike’s before yelling a goodbye and dashing over to Katsuki’s front yard. 

You knocked on his door four times so that his family knew it was you. You were halfway through slipping your shoes on when Mitsuki answered. She yawned and pulled you into a side hug. “Good morning y/n, you hungry?” She asked as she closed the door behind you guys and started towards the kitchen. “No thanks Mitsuki, I don’t like to train on a full stomach. My mom is making a huge lunch though, you guys are welcome to join us.” You said cheerfully, but kept your voice low since it was very early and you could tell Katsuki’s mom was still half asleep. She nodded and then whipped her head to face you wearing a look on her face as if she had just remembered something very important. “Kat has been very on edge lately and not very responsive this week.” She paused before starting again and turned her gaze to the floor, almost as if she didn’t want to talk. “I think it might have to do with his hearing. He won’t admit it, but I think his quirk is finally starting to affect him. Good thing we put him in those sign language classes as a precaution.” she laughed dryly and then turned back to look at you. “Just, take it easy him with the teasing today okay? and maybe try speaking a little louder. I’ll go see if he’s ready” and with that she gathered herself up the stairs and disappeared. 

You thought silently as you waited, and all of a sudden it made sense. Lately at school bakugou has been yelling more than usual, and telling everyone to speak louder. Maybe he was yelling more to be able to hear himself? You didn’t know. Bakugou has been learning sign language since he was 7 years old as a precaution for this and has been regularly signing while he talks since he was 10. So, bakugou using his sign language all the time wasn’t uncommon, but maybe Mitsuki was right. You made a mental note not to say anything until you actually noticed a big change in your guys’ training. You waited patiently for about another 10 minutes before Katsuki finally came downstairs. 

“Hey idiot, nice outfit.” Katsuki greeted you in his groggy morning voice, his hands signing his words lazily. You looked down at the tank top and sweatpants you were wearing and looked back to him, you both were wearing the same exact thing. “Morning pom pom” you greeted back as you gathered your things and started to head towards the garage. You turned around to see bakugou staring into nothing, so you called out. “Hey kat, you coming?” No response. You repeated yourself, but this time loud enough you were sure you woke his dad. He whipped his head towards you and nodded before following along. As you were walking down the hall, you turned to him and asked, “You okay?” while signing your words. Katsuki looked down at your hands and his cheeks started to dust with the lightest shade of pink. He huffed and his red eyes sparked as he just growled out a ‘yeah’ and walked ahead of you into the garage, starting to set up for your session. You yourself had picked up sign language at a young age because your dad was deaf because his quirk was being able to shoot sonic booms from his hands. you pressed the button to open the garage door and let some light in. You then walked over to the speakers and plugged your phone in as you hit play on your playlist specifically for training days. Bakugou stopped setting up the bench press station and yelled, “Can you turn it up? “ as he signed quickly, but then went back to putting the weights together. You turned back to the speaker only to be surprised since the volume was already almost at max capacity. You shook your head and turned the volume all the way up. This session should be interesting. 

It was around 9:30 AM at this point and you and Kat had finished weights and went on a 2 mile run. You were currently sitting on the floor stretching your quads as the loud techno music boomed around you. You glanced over at katsuki who was stretching on the other side of the garage and he seemed to be in a whole other universe. You called out to him, but he didn’t do so much as flinch. You picked yourself up off the floor and slowly walked towards him. You called a few more times and still got nothing from him, so you decided to turn off the music. As soon as you did Katsuki’s head shot up and his eyes darted towards you. “What the hell was that for dipshit? We’re gonna start sparring soon, we need it.” He said/yelled at you while you sauntered over to him and took a seat about a foot away from his now steaming body. You wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your arm before talking to katsuki, well you didn’t exactly talk with your voice, you were mostly signing. “Katsuki are you sure you’re okay? You’re not responding when I call out for you.” You waited for his response as his eyes stayed on your hands that were once moving. This time he answered, but for some reason he didn’t sign. “If I tell you, you can’t tell a single soul you hear me dumbass? Not even my parents. “ You nodded your head and gently reach over to squeeze his hand four times, your guys’ way of saying I promise. He then began to talk, and signed very aggressively as he did so, and what he said was enough to shatter you into a million pieces. 

 “I’ve been struggling in a way lately,” he started, “I tried to cover it up by just yelling all the time hoping people would just think it was my normal behavior. But, really it was so i could he hear myself.” Katsuki let out a long breath and you could see his hands slightly shaking. “It started out last week as just a slight ringing, but it got louder every damn day. But, this week the ringing got quieter, and eventually everything around me started to sound like I was underwater. “ He looked up at you and your breath hitched, tears rolled down katsuki’s face as he held eye contact. He shook out his hands and took another shakey breath before he began, “I- I can barely hear you y/n! And its so frusturating.” the volume of his voice was rising, and you could see the pain he was feeling through his eyes and the tears that were now dripping down to his shirt. “I can’t hear your fucking voice damnit! It’s the only one that doesn’t drive me up fucking walls.  it terrifies me!” He was screaming at this point as his hands worked through the air to express his words. The tears came at a much quicker pace once he had stopped to breathe, and those tear turned into sobs as he curled in on himself. He tucked his knees to his chest and ducked his head into his arms as they wrapped around his legs. His shoulders and back shook as he cried, and for a moment you didn’t know what to do. You haven’t seen Katsuki cry since you both were 8 years old and he was playing with his quirk and accidently blasted your arm. He started crying as soon as he heard you wail in pain, and the lecture from his mother didn’t help in the slightest. You subconsciously reached up to rest your hand on the scar as you tried to think of what you could say to him.

 Katsuki leveled his head and looked up at you, and slowly reached his hand out, still crying quietly. For a second you didn’t know what he meant, but it soon clicked in your head and you took his hand in yours. you looked at him with teary eyes and signed, “How can i help?” He untucked his legs from his chest and moved closer to you. Then, before you could even register what was happening, Katsuki had his arms around your waist with his head on your shoulder. You froze, it had been quite some time since either of you had needed a hug like this. once your shock had subsided, you brought your hands to rest on his upper back and rubbed soothingly. He began to cry again, which then led to sobs just like they had before. You began to talk, whispering variations of ‘I’m here’ and ‘You don’t have to be scared’, only to remember that he probably can’t hear you. Seeing katsuki as vulnerable as this broke your heart, and single tear fell from your face. Katsuki could feel your jaw muscles moving against the side of his face, so he knew you were talking, but he couldn’t hear you. “I- i- i- I can’t hear! I can’t hear you! Y/n I can’t hear you, fix it please, please I hate this so much!” He screamed into your shoulder which luckily muffled it enough to not draw any attention from the neighbors. He gripped onto your waist tighter as he breathed long and hard breaths. “I’m so scared. I’m terrified of losing you.” He whispered. This had confused you so you gently placed your hands on his shoulders and put a bit of distance between you guys so he could see you signing. “What do you mean you’re gonna lose me? I’m not going anywhere.” You said and waited for his response. He brought his trembling hands up to start signing and began, “I’m scared that if i can’t hear you, I won’t hear you calling me for help when you’re in danger. What kind of hero am I if i can’t even save my best friend?” You took one of his hands in yours and began to sign with your other. “You’re gonna be okay, We’re both gonna get you through this. I know you, and you don’t take shit from no one. And I know damn well you’re not gonna let a little hearing loss get in the way of beating deku.” He laughed slightly at the last statement, and seeing his small smile was like the world coming off of your shoulders. “We’ll take you to the doctor, they’ll help you.” He shook his head at that and his angry glowering returned. “It’s not anything to be embarrassed about. And I’m sure your parents would do anything to help you become the hero you want to be.” You finished your monologue and squeezed his hand four times, promising him you’re not going anywhere. He smiled down at his hand and then brought his other one up to sign, “I love you shithead” and you signed back, “Yeah I know, I love you too Kat”.

 He began to stand up and Katsuki pulled you up with him.  He immediately pulled you into the tightest bear hug possible. No one knew, but Katsuki was the biggest hugger, and it was your favorite thing about him. You released your arms from his waist and he released his hold around your shoulders. You took the sides on his face in your hands, and pointed to your lips as a signal to read your words. He nodded his head, and in a volume Katsuki couldn’t hear, you said, “I can hear you, I can hear you.”. He nodded and smiled the most genuine smile you’d seen out of him in years. “You ready?” he signed, and you answered “for what?”. He smirked and was quiet for a few seconds before shoving you to the side a little and running off towards your house. “Race you!” he yelled, “First one there, is your mom’s favorite you loser.” Kat called again. You smiled and shook your head as you sprinted off after him, remembering this is the Katsuki that will be the #1 hero someday. 

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[kwanisms]

English is My Favorite Subject - 2

⤑ genre: smut, college au, enemies to lovers ⤑ pairing: Chan x Reader ⤑ warning: *ahem* smut, S I N, soft dom!Chan, rough sex, phone sex, sexting,  slight degradation, mention of alcohol, foul language ⤑ summary: After taking the English tutoring position at your university, hell comes to you in the form of Lee Chan. He needs help passing his exams and tutoring is his only option. As your time with him passes, you come to realize he’s not the cocky and arrogant asshole you previously assumed. He’s even worse than you thought when he finds out he isn’t the only student you’re tutoring. ⤑ word count: 11.6k

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A/N: This isn’t nearly as long as the previous part, but it’s still long on its own. I didn’t expect the feedback on this series. You guys really seem to love it so I’m glad I can deliver with three long parts.I also just hit 1.5k as well!!  Thank you guys so much for all the love and support you guys have shown me. When I started this blog, I really wasn’t expecting much but it took off and you guys are so supportive and wonderful! I hope you guys like this part and let me know what you think! ~K♡

Monday morning, you ran into Soonyoung near the coffee bar, Chan in tow. Soonyoung greeted you warmly with a kiss on the cheek while Chan didn’t bother acknowledging you. What the hell was his problem? “You look much better than you did Saturday,” Soonyoung said, smiling at you and you nodded in response. “Much better, yeah,” you replied as his hand found yours and he laced his fingers with yours.

“I got really worried when you left early that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If you made it home safely, if you were feeling alright. I couldn’t even sleep that night i was so worried about you,” Soonyoung said, your cheeks flushing at his words. “You didn’t have to worry about me!” you said softly. Chan’s attention was caught and he looked at his friend curiously.

“What? You didn’t stay?” he asked looking at you. Soonyoung nodded. “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well so she went home early,” he said looking at Chan before turning to you. “I felt so bad because I was having a good time with you,” he added. You smiled, looking down at your intertwined hands. How was he so sweet? Chan cleared his throat and you looked up. “We should probably get going. Class,” he said.

Soonyoung nodded before turning to you and pressing a short kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults. Chan narrowed his eyes but looked away quickly before Soonyoung could see. “I’ll see you later,” Soonyoung said, giving you a warm smile and a wink. You nodded, not trusting your voice to say anything. You watched as Soonyoung and Chan left but not before Chan glanced over his shoulder at you. His face was expressionless but his eyes were something more. Something you couldn’t quite pin.

After grabbing your usual coffee and muffin, you made your way toward your first lecture. You were 45 minutes in when your phone buzzed and you discretely checked it. It was a text from Chan.

[2018/10/14] L.Chan [09:47]: why did you leave the party early? You [09:47]: i wasn’t feeling well. I got nauseous and so Soonyoung took me to Jeongguk so he could take me home. L.Chan [09:48]: … so you and Soonyoung didn’t hook up? You [09:48]: not that it’s any of your business, but no. we were going to but I didn’t feel good. You [09:48]: why does it matter? L.Chan [09:49]: … it doesn’t. I was just confused, that’s all. See you Wednesday.

To say you were now confused would be an understatement. Why was he so interested in whether you and Soonyoung had sex? He had gotten his dick wet from Mina, or whatever her name was. Why was he so invested in what you were doing or who you were hooking up with? You shook your head, returning your attention to your professor, but determined to find out Wednesday what Chan’s deal was.

You texted Chan to meet at your building as the student center hadn’t remedied the problem. You found out that a pipe had burst, spraying water and other nasty things all over the room you had been using to tutor in. So you would now have to tutor in your building, but seeing as the common room was overcrowded with students, you decided to, unfortunately, have the sessions in your room.

Chan sent you a text telling you he had arrived so you went downstairs to let him in. He followed you to the elevator, looking around as he went. The ride up to your floor was silent and once the doors opened, you were met with loud yelling and boisterous laughing. Chan followed you past the common room where the entire floor was having a movie night.

Pillows, blankets, and beanbag chairs were strewn all over. Nearly everyone was in their pajamas and taking up almost every flat surface as the RA made his way over to the entertainment system, a DVD in hand. He was yelling at everyone to shut up because he was gonna start the movie now. You rolled your eyes and told Chan to follow you. At the end of the hall, far from the common room, was your room.

You opened the door, allowing Chan in before shutting the door behind you. Chan stood in the center of your room, looking around at all your decor. “This is…” he started and you panicked, wondering what he was going to say about the most intimate part of your life. “Cozy,” he finally said and you relaxed a bit before moving to sit on your bed. Chan dropped his bag on the floor and took a seat at the end of your bed. “Let’s get started,” you said picking up the workbook you had lying on your bed.

The first hour passed without incident but unfortunately, as he missed the last lesson, you had to make up for that. This was going to be almost a four hour long session. Chan didn’t complain, surprisingly, as you made him go over the same points again and again until you took the book from him and made him do it from memory. He passed and you handed the book back to him.

After the second hour, you told him to take a 5 minute break while you got into your storage cubby and pulled out two cups of instant noodles. A gift from your parents had been a hotplate so you could boil water in your room. You filled the kettle with some water and turned on the hotplate.

While you were waiting for the water to boil, Chan excused himself to use the restroom. He shut the door behind him and turned to face the sink. What the hell is your problem? He asked himself. Why are you so nervous? You’ve been alone with her plenty of times! He stared at his reflection before another voice in his head spoke. You’ve never been alone in her room before.

Chan shook his head and moved to do his business. After relieving himself, he washed his hands before something caught his attention. The door he somehow hadn’t noticed before. He stepped toward it cautiously and pushed it open slowly. Light from the bathroom filtered into your closet and before he could think twice, he turned on the light and stepped inside.

You had a lot of black and grey clothes, he noticed. Lots of joggers and sweats. One entire side of the walk in closet was hoodies, sweats, joggers, and tee shirts. The other side was full of dresses, pastel sweaters, skirts, blouses, and jeans. Against the wall opposite the door was a chest of drawers and without thinking again, he walked over and opened the top drawer, regretting it immediately.

The drawer was split in half by a divider. One one side were all your bras. Some very plain in nudes, whites, and blacks, but the rest were lacy designs in blacks, reds, pinks, and purples. Some looked to be awfully low cut. On the other side of the drawer were all your panties, folded neatly so they all stood up like little files. They too were sorted by very plain basic ones to the lacy ones in the same colors as your bras. Matching sets? Chan didn’t know how to process this information so he shut the drawer.

Had he been smart, he would have turned around and walked out, but he figured since he was already here, might as well continue. He opened the second drawer down and found what looked to be old shirts and shorts. Pajamas, he told himself before shutting that one and opening the next drawer.

Lots of athletic brands met his eye and he knew instantly this was your workout clothing. The bottom drawer had been divided into many sections and contained all of your socks. He had never seen so many socks before. They were all sorted by color. Lots of whites, grays, and blacks, but also plenty of pastels. Lots of soft colors.

He kicked the drawer shut with his foot and exited, pulling the door closed to the position he found it but not before turning the light off. He unlocked the door, and stepped out into your room. You had made ramen and were already eating yours. You pointed to the other cup on the desk with a pair of chopsticks next to it and a bottle of water. Chan thanked you and grabbed the snack you had prepared for him.

The two of you ate in silence before he spoke up. “So… Soonyoung,” he said looking up cautiously at you as you slurped your noodles. “You must really like him?” he asked and you stopped to finish your food. “I do,” you admitted. Chan said nothing, thinking his next words carefully as to not make you mad. He heard your phone buzz and you picked it up to look at it.

A smile crossed your face as you read the text you had just gotten.

[2019/10/16] Soonyoung [19:03]: hey gorgeous, how about we go out tomorrow night? I still owe you that date and I’d like to cash in that raincheck you gave me (: You [19:04]: you got it, handsome. When and where? Soonyoung [19:05]: i’ll pick you up say… 7:30 tomorrow? I know a really good place not far from campus You [19:05]: it’s a date (: Soonyoung [19:05]: perfect 😍

Chan noticed the smile on your face and his heart sank. He knew who that was. He cleared his throat and caught your attention. “Is that Jeon?” he asked nonchalantly and you shook your head. “No, it’s Soonyoung,” you replied and his heart sank even further. Tell her the truth! He lowered the cup of noodles watching as your fingers tapped across your screen. He opened his mouth, hesitating. I can’t tell her.

He resumed eating as you set your phone down, a huge grin still plastered on your face. Instead of responding the way he wanted to, he scoffed and you looked up from your noodles. “What?” you asked and Chan looked up, suddenly aware that he had not been silent. “Nothing. It’s just…” he trailed off.

You waited, watching him with raised brows. “It’s just what?” you asked and Chan looked up, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s just Soonyoung isn’t as great as you think he is,” he said shrugging. “It’s cute that you think so highly of him, but there’s a reason he’s still single,” Chan said before taking another bite of noodles. You rolled your eyes. “Maybe he’s single because he chooses to be?” you suggested.

Chan shook his head. “Or maybe because he’s a terrible boyfriend?” he retorted and you narrowed your eyes at him. “I’ll learn for myself, thanks,” you said before downing the rest of the broth in your cup. Chan chuckled lowly. He didn’t mean for it to sound so cynical. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way. He didn’t want you to snap at him. “What is so damn funny?” you hissed.

“Your crush. It’s so admirable that you have so much faith in someone you don’t even know. I’m Soonyoung’s best friend. I think I know him better than you do. But by all means, keep pursuing him. You’re only going to end up getting hurt,” he said and you stood up. You swooped down and picked up his bag before shoving it into his arms. Chan looked up at you. Shit.

He could tell his words had affected you. Damn it, he did it again. He had said too much and hurt you again. “Get out,” you said in a calm, even tone. Chan hesitated. Were you really kicking him out? When you didn’t relent he sighed and stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading for the door.

“I’ll see you Sunday at the library where your lessons will be from now on,” you said as he stepped out into the hall. “(Y/N),” Chan began turning towards you but you didn’t let him get another word out before you slammed the door in his face and left him standing in the hall alone. When am I going to learn to keep my mouth shut? Chan thought as he headed for the elevator to see himself out.

The next day after your classes, you headed back to your room to shower and start getting ready for your date with Soonyoung that evening. Chan on the other hand was relaxing in his common room, dreading when Soonyoung would ask for his opinion on what he was wearing when he heard Seokmin, Jihoon, and Soonyoung talking as they came back from a late lecture.

“I still can’t believe you got her to agree to go on a date with you. I thought she was smarter than that, seeing as your reputation is all over the school,” Seokmin said from around the corner. Chan shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep on the couch he had been lazing on. “It’s her crush. She likes you too much that she can’t see or even listen to anyone talking sense into her,” Jihoon’s voice said. He sounded disappointed but Chan couldn’t tell if that was disappointment with Soonyoung or you.

“You’re taking her to that cafe, right? The little one you took what’s her name to?” Seokmin asked, their voices drawing closer. “Yeah. Dinner first and then maybe if I order some wine, it might loosen her up a bit. If I can get her to open up some, I should be able to bring her back to my room,” Chan heard Soonyoung say and he wrinkled his nose. He didn’t want his hands on or anywhere near you.

“I’m really hoping she says yes. I really wanted to fuck her at the party but I decided that letting her leave would paint me as a good guy and maybe the next time around, she’d be more willing to open her legs,” Soonyoung’s voice said as they rounded the corner. They didn’t seem to notice Chan on the couch, pretending to be asleep as they continued walking down the hall before going into their respective rooms. Chan’s eyes snapped open and he fumbled to pull his phone out. He had to stop you.

Your phone buzzed on the desk and you ran to check it, expecting a text from Soonyoung but instead you were greeted by a text from Chan.

[2019/10/17] L.Chan [19:24]: I’ve never asked you for anything, have I? You [19:24]: ...not really, no? You [19:24]: why? L.Chan [19:25]: please, do not go out with Soonyoung. You [19:25]: why are you so insistent on telling me what to do? L.Chan [19:26]: please! I’m telling you, no I’m begging you, don’t go out with him. L.Chan [19:26]: I overheard him just now talking to Jihoon and Seokmin about trying to get in you in bed L.Chan [19:26]: that’s literally all he wants! You [19:27]: Jesus Christ, Chan!! Knock it off already! You [19:27]: I like Soonyoung. I get that you don’t like me and that he’s your best friend but the world doesn’t revolve around you, Lee Chan so stay out of my business!!

Chan stared at the words ‘you don't like me’ in your text. That couldn't be further from the truth. He did like you. At least he thought he did. He cared enough about you to stop you from getting hurt, that had to mean something, right? He typed quickly across the keyboard on his screen to reply.

L.Chan [19:28]: (Y/N)!! Please!! Listen to me! I’m trying to save you the trouble! L.Chan [19:28]: Soonyoung just wants to get in your pants! Don’t let him. L.Chan [19:29]: He’s just going to drop you after he sleeps with you! He’s done it plenty of girls before! I know he looks nice and sounds nice but he’s really not a nice guy! Trust me, I’m his best friend!

You scoffed and turned off the notifications to his messages. I’m not gonna let him ruin my night. You returned to your closet, opting for a cute black dress that hit just above your knees. You pulled on your cardigan, hoping it would be enough for the night. Your makeup and hair done, you headed back to grab your phone and your small wristlet wallet. Soonyoung had texted you.

Soonyoung [19:30]: I’m outside (: You [19:30]: I’m on my way down!

Soonyoung had already left and no doubt already picked you up by now. Chan sat in his room playing video games on his desktop. He couldn’t focus on the raid he was currently on with his friends. He kept checking the clock and his phone. He hoped you would come to your senses and see that Soonyoung was only trying to get in your pants. He wanted you to be better than that. He needed you to be better than that.

An hour passed and he kept checking his phone, expecting a call or text from you any second though he didn’t know why. If something went wrong, she would call Jeon, Kim or Park long before she would call me. He shook his head, trying to get any images of Soonyoung taking advantage of you out of his head.

It wasn’t his business, like you said earlier. It didn’t concern him If that was true, why couldn’t he stop worrying about you? Why couldn’t he focus on anything else? He groaned, telling his friends he had to go. His head just wasn’t in the game. He was just bringing the team down.

Another 30 minutes passed while he waited, listening for his phone to vibrate and when it finally did, he jumped forward in his seat, snatching the device off the surface of his desk. He opened it and was greeted by a text from you.

(Y/N) [21:03]: S.O.S

Chan jumped to his feet, grabbing his jacket and car keys before he slipped on his shoes and rushed out down the hall, passing Jihoon and Seokmin who sat in the common room playing Xbox. He pressed the little green button next to your name and held his phone to his ear as he pressed the button for the elevator. You answered after 4 rings with a very shaky “h-hello?” Chan was relieved you answered him.

“Where are you?” he asked as the doors to the lift open and he got on, pressing the button for the lobby. The elevator started to move before you answered. “I’m at t-the restaurant. I-I think Soonyoung l-left,” you said in between hiccups. Oh no, he thought. Were you crying? What the hell happened? If Soonyoung did anything, Chan was going to kick his ass.

“Calm down (Y/N), I’m on my way. What restaurant are you at?” he asked as the doors opened to the lobby and he hurried outside, not bothering to put his jacket on. “The-” you said but stopped. Chan’s heart skipped a beat, thinking something had happened to you. “(Y/N)?! Are you there?” he asked and you took a shaky breath. “The same one you took me too,” you said in a small voice. Chan closed his eyes and sighed. That asshole.

Outside it had started raining. He hurried down the steps to the parking lot and ran to his car. “Don’t leave. Are you inside still?” he asked as he ran. “I’m in the bathroom,” you said and Chan thanked whatever deity was watching overhead. “Stay there. I’ll be there soon!” he said and you thanked him as your voice cracked before hanging up.

Once inside, he flung his jacket into the passenger seat and started the car. He took the familiar route to the cafe, pulling into a space he looked around and didn’t see Soonyoung’s car. He cut the engine and hurried inside, grabbing his jacket last minute. Once inside he pulled out his phone and dialed your number again.

You answered it. “C-Chan?” you whispered. “I’m here, (Y/N). Soonyoung isn’t here. Come out and I’ll take you home,” he said and you hung up. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked up in time to see you emerge from the bathroom. You made your way over to him.

You had definitely been crying. Your dress was also wet, meaning you had been outside recently. Chan took his jacket and put it around your shoulders. “Come on,” he said softly and led you outside where he did his best to shield you from the rain.

He led you to the car, opening the passenger for you and letting you into the car. Shutting the door before he ran around to the driver’s side, Chan got in and started the ignition, the engine purring. He pulled out of his parking space and made his way back toward your dorm.

He didn’t pry, but he threw glances at you, noticing the way tears slid down your cheeks and he felt his a tug at his heart in his chest, as if your pain squeezed it. Without thinking, he reached over and took your hand in his, lacing your fingers. You didn’t recoil from his touch or ask what he was doing. Instead you embraced it, seemingly finding comfort in his gesture.

The ride back was silent except for the patter of rain on the roof of the car. At a stoplight, Chan looked over. In that moment, you were quite possibly the most breathtakingly beautiful girl, bathed in the bright red from the light in front of you. Your tears had seemed to stop flowing at this point but on occasion, your shoulders lifted as you sniffled. Chan wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were stunning.

It wasn’t until Chan pulled into your building’s parking lot and cut the engine that you spoke.

“You were right,” your small voice said, cutting the silence like a hot knife. Chan looked over at you. You were staring out the windshield. He didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he rubbed your knuckles soothingly with the pad of his thumb while you searched for the words to say. How he wished he hadn't been right. He would have given anything to be wrong, to save you from this.

“Aren’t you going to say something smug?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Chan shook his head. “No,” he said hoarsely before clearing his throat. “I’m not. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I knew it would happen, which is why I tried to stop you from going,” he said, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips.

He looked around the car before continuing, “but I’m not that much of an asshole, despite what you think of me.” You turned to face him, your eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“I wish I listened to you,” you said and Chan shook his head. “You should have, I won’t sugar coat that, but at least things stopped before it went too far,” he said and you nodded. “I’m not going to ask what happened,” Chan said, looking down at your hands intertwined. “But if you want to tell me when you’re ready, I’ll listen,” he added and a small smile graced your lips. Finally.

“Thank you,” you whispered and Chan nodded, giving you a small encouraging smile. “Let’s get you back,” he said nodding toward your building. He got out, jogging around to your side to help you out and shield you again from the rain as he led you up the steps to the door.

You punched in the code and Chan followed you up to your door. When he was satisfied you had made it back safely, Chan turned to leave but your hand around his wrist stopped him in his tracks. He turned toward you. You looked up at him and in a shaky voice asked him, “w-will you stay with me?” If seeing you crying in the car earlier hadn’t broken his heart, the quiver in your voice and the look you gave him now completely shattered him. He turned and nodded.

You unlocked the door and let him in after you before shutting it and locking it. You excused yourself to your bathroom to change. Chan sat in the chair at your desk and waited. He pulled out his phone to check if he had any missed texts and saw that Jihoon had messaged him. It was a brief messaged asking where he was and telling him Soonyoung was mad. Chan shot a text back that he was hanging out with a friend, telling Jihoon he would be back in the morning.

In your bathroom, you removed your makeup with a wipe before washing your face and looking in the mirror. Before stripping your makeup, you had looked like hell. You turned away from the mirror and walked into your closet to change into your favorite shorts and hoodie. You hung your dress over the shower rod and stepped out into the room where Chan was waiting.

He perked up as you walked past, tucking his phone away as you sat on your bed. “I think I just want to sleep,” you said and he nodded. “Okay, lay down. I’ll be right here,” said and you nodded, laying back on the bed and pulling the covers over you. Chan pulled his phone out and sent a text back to Jihoon.

Woozi [21:54]: Is (Y/N) okay? Soonyoung is in his room, so he won’t read this over my shoulder. Chan [21:54]: she cried a lot after I picked her up. She hasn’t said anything but I’m staying with her. She asked me to stay Woozi [21:55]: she likes you Chan. Chan [21:55]: idk if that’s true Woozi [21:55]: come on. Why else would she ask you to stay the night with her? She could have easily asked Jeongguk or Taehyung or Jimin. Why ask you when she has three best friends?

Chan stared at his phone, uncertain how to respond. Jihoon was right. You could have called any one of your best friends. Why him? His thoughts were interrupted by your voice calling to him through the darkness. He put his phone down on the desk and looked up at your form under the blankets. “Yes?” he asked softly and you stirred, presumably to roll over and look at him.

“I don’t know how to ask this,” you whispered in the dark. “But will you lay with me?” you asked and Chan’s heart hammered against his ribcage, his breath sputtering and nearly causing him to choke. He took a calming breath and stood up, leaving his phone behind. He stopped by the edge of the bed and looked down at you wrapped in the blankets. “Are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to overstep the boundaries.

When you nodded he kicked his shoes off and removed his sweater, leaving him in a tee shirt before he climbed into the bed next to you as you scooted over, leaving him ample room. He laid down beside you and immediately, you rolled into him, pressing your body into his, feeling the warmth from his body transferring to yours and blanketing you.

Chan’s body tensed when you pressed against him and after a couple moments, he relaxed, his hand resting on your waist. He didn’t realize how tired he was and must have passed out soon after because he woke up to a partially lit room as the sun slowly made its ascent in the sky. He looked down at you, his arms wrapped around your blanketed burrito form, face barely peeking out at him as you slept.

He had never seen something so cute in his life. Chan lay there, watching the rise and fall of your shoulders as you slept peacefully. He brushed a lock of hair out of your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. He smiled against your skin before he heard the blaring of your alarm going off. He reached over to press the snooze button quickly and looked at the numbers that told him that it was 6:15 in the morning. He rolled back over, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against his chest.

A small murmur left your lips as you woke up and Chan cursed the alarm for rousing you. He watched as you woke up slowly, eyelashes fluttering before your eyes opened and you looked up at him sleepily. “Good morning,” he said in a deep voice and you broke into a sleepy smile that made his heart melt. Damn, I'm screwed.

“Morning,” you said with a content sigh. Chan tightened his hold on you, pulling you against his chest again and burying his face in your hair. “What are you doing?” you laughed, muffled by his chest. “Just let me stay like this a little longer,” he replied. You said nothing, instead allowing him to hold you against him, relishing the warmth his body provided, despite being wrapped in a blanket.

The longer you stay wrapped up in linens and his arms, the later you would be to your first class so you cleared your throat before asking him, “you, uh, gonna let me go to class anytime soon?” and he chuckled, the deep sound coming from somewhere in his chest. “No,” he bemused and you wiggled around so you could look up at his face. He smiled at you sending your heart into a panic as you tried to control your breathing. Chan hadn’t been this close to you since he tried to kiss you.

That time you hadn’t wanted it. This time however, you found yourself more and more enamored by his lips. Before you could process what you were about to do, your lips brushed against his and as if waiting for this the whole time, Chan pulled you in, deepening the kiss as his lips moved against yours. Why hadn’t I done this sooner? You wondered. His lips were softer than you had imagined.

After a few moments, Chan pulled back and flashed you a stupid grin. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted softly and your cheeks flushed at his words. You knew that. You knew he wanted to kiss you. Hell, he tried to before. What you didn’t tell him was that you wanted to kiss him all night. A thank you for coming to get you and perhaps something more.

You pressed your lips to his once more, a quick peck before you started moving. “As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day and kiss you,” you started as you sat up. “We have classes in an hour,” you finished trying to climb over him. Chan grabbed your waist, holding you in place over him so you were straddling his hips. “Screw class, stay here with me. Who cares if we stay in bed all day?” he asked and you leaned over him, your lips inches from his. “Because,” you whispered teasing him with another kiss. “You’re failing English,” you whispered against his lips.

Chan groaned as you grabbed his hands and removed them, allowing you to get up. “Come on,” you said grabbing his arm and pulling him up into a sitting position. He laughed before jerking you towards him and wrapping his arms around you. “Come here,” he said kissing your cheek and then your neck. You giggled at the sensation, the night before but a distant memory to you now.

You wriggled out of his grasp and headed for the bathroom. “You need to go back to your room and get ready for class,” you reminded him before closing yourself in the bathroom. “I don’t want to!” he said sliding off the bed and grabbing his phone to check it. He had thirteen texts and 5 missed calls. All from Jihoon. He opened his messages quickly and read, his eyes scanning the screen.

Woozi [22:47]: Soonyoung keeps asking who you’re with. What should I tell him? Woozi [22:59]: please tell me you aren’t asleep Woozi [23:14]: shit. You have to be asleep. You wouldn’t purposely avoid my messages. Woozi [23:26]: Soonyoung is MAD. Woozi [23:32]: did you tell him you were with (Y/N)?? He seems to think you’re with her Woozi [23:41]: yeah. He knows. Idk how but he knows. Woozi [23:47]: god please see these messages Woozi [23:49]: he’s trying to call (Y/N). tell her to block his number. Woozi [23:51]: he left a really nasty voicemail. Woozi [23:54]: and he called back to apologize to her voicemail box. Woozi [00:01]: you better just be asleep and not fucking (Y/N) or i stg i’m gonna kick ur ass Woozi [00:23]: Soonyoung finally passed out but we’re scarred for life now Woozi [00:41]: if you care about (Y/N) protect her from him.

Chan was about to respond when he heard shouting from the bathroom. It sounded like it was coming from your phone. You cut the sound quickly. “(Y/N)?” Chan called and you opened the bathroom door, dressed in sweats and your hoodie. “Soonyoung called me last night…” you said softly. Chan nodded. “Jihoon warned me. Said he left you a voicemail,” he said and you nodded. “He called me some choice words and then left a follow up voicemail, apologizing.” Chan took your hand in his as you approached.

“Ignore him. He’s not worth it. He’s just mad. He’ll get over it and move on in a week or so. That’s how he works. Just ignore him now,” Chan said moving his hands to take your face gently between them and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. You nodded and sighed. “You should get going,” you said softly and he shook his head. “Nope. I live here now,” he joked and you prodded his shoulder.

“My RA would have a heart attack,” you laughed. Chan joining in before he groaned and let go of your face to put his shoes on and grab his sweater. “I’ll see you later,” he said taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressed a couple kisses to your knuckles before he unlocked the door and stepped out into the hall. You waved to him before he disappeared down the hall.

Chan made his way down to the lobby before heading out to his car. He was elated. He’d never felt like this before. He’d been with girls before, sure, but none had made him this happy just with a few kisses. He was really screwed. He got into his car, throwing his sweater into the passenger seat and started the car, pulling out of the space and heading back toward his dorm.

Back in your room, you were staring out the window, fingers brushing your lips. The same lips that had been kissing Chan just moments earlier. Your heart thumped as you remembered the feeling of his lips against yours and your cheeks turned pink. He wasn’t even in the room but he still had an effect on you. Mustering up your self control, you took a few calming breaths before grabbing your bag and heading out for class.

As usual, you stopped by the student center, intent on ordering your usual coffee and muffin from Namjoon. When he saw the smile on your face he immediately leaned over the counter. “Spill,” he said and you looked at him confused. “What?” you asked and he shot you a sly grin. “I’ve never seen you this happy before. Clearly something has happened, so, spill!” he said and you shook your head. “I don’t want to jinx it!” you said.

Namjoon groaned before asking if you wanted your usual. You shook your head and his jaw dropped. “What is this? Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?” he asked and you chuckled, ordering a blended caramel frappuccino and a lemon poppy seed muffin. “I felt like changing it up,” you said with a shrug as he punched in your order and gave you his discount again. You paid the amount and waited at the pickup counter.

You felt the presence of someone close to you and looked up. Jeongguk wrapped an arm around your shoulder and smiled at you. “What’s up with that stupid grin?” he asked and you scoffed, shaking his arm off. “Rude,” you said as Taehyung and Jimin slid up next to him. “Hey guys!” Namjoon said as he completed your coffee, giving you a swirl of caramel over the whipped topping and put your muffin in a bag. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk exchanged looks with Namjoon who shrugged.

“What is going on?” Taehyung asked and you looked up innocently. “What?” you asked. Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Something happened but she won’t tell me!” he said before turning to help the next customer. Jeongguk grabbed you by the arm and dragged you away from the counter, Jimin and Taehyung in tow.

“Tell me,” he said and you shook your head. “Not until I know things aren’t going to blow up in my face. Just trust me on this, okay?” you asked and Jeongguk groaned exaggeratedly. “Fine,” he said, pointing at you. “But if something goes wrong, I am the first to hear about it, got it?” he asked and you nodded. “Yes, sir,” you stated and he smiled. “Ooh, I like when you call me sir,” he chortled. “Makes me all tingly.”

You pushed past them and headed for your class before calling out “you’re GROSS!”

You were halfway through your class when Chan texted you.

L.Chan [08:41]: you want to skip next class and go makeout in my car? You scoffed and glanced around before sending a text back. You [08:41]: what are we? 16? L.Chan [08:42]: no. you still wanna? 😜 You [08:42]: no lol you can’t afford to skip class L.Chan [08:42]: ): L.Chan [08:43]: but i wanna kiss u

You had to stifle your laughter as you read his texts.

You [08:43]: how about later tonight? You [08:43]: we can order takeout, drink some wine, maybe watch a movie in my room? L.Chan [0844]: okay! (: I’ll make sure to keep my lips moistened for you 😙 You [08:44]: ew. Not if you’re gonna use that word 🤢 L.Chan [08:45]: ): okay. I won’t use that word. You [08:45]: good 😊 L.Chan [08:46]: ...I’ll make something else moist though 👀 You [08:46]: OKAY GOODBYE L.Chan [08:47]: 😉 L.Chan [08:47]: you know, you could always shut me up L.Chan [08:48]: ...by sitting on my face? 👅 You [08:48]: I take it back. Don’t come over tonight L.Chan [08:49]: ):

You giggled to yourself and tucked your phone away to focus on your lesson. You could hardly focus with the vibrating against your stomach in your hoodie pocket. You did your best to ignore it until class ended. Once you were free, you pulled your phone out as your classmates packed up and started leaving the room. Chan wouldn’t stop.

L.Chan [08:52]: come on bby ): L.Chan [08:56]: don’t ignore me!! L.Chan [09:03]: ur so mean ): L.Chan [09:15]: jesus how long is your class? L.Chan [09:17]: i miss u~

He got sappy so fast, you thought as you texted him.

You [09:20]: class just ended lol

Chan was quick to text back as you packed up.

L.Chan [09:20]: I’m free too (: L.Chan [09:21]: meet me outside the humanities building~

You rolled your eyes but nonetheless, when you headed out the door, you made your way over to the humanities building, entering the courtyard outside the building. The courtyard was a decent size, a large fountain in the center, the sidewalk circling it before pathways branched off in different directions.

For benches were placed around the path, facing the fountain. You looked around as you entered the courtyard, noticing that it was rather busy with students bustling around meeting friends and hurrying to their next classes before quickly locating Chan.

He sat on one of the bench, arms resting on the back as he looked the opposite direction. His dark chocolate colored hair blowing gently in the cool breeze. He wore a white long sleeve shirt with blue thin stripes, another pair of black skinny jeans and white Converse. That boy sure loves his tight pants, you thought, though you weren’t complaining.

He must have sensed your presence because he looked your way, a huge smile pulling the corners of his lips up. You returned the smile before moving to sit next to him and were surprised he didn’t shy away, instead opting to drape his  arm over your shoulders and you felt your cheeks turn light pink at the contact.

Several people looked over, some murmuring to their friends while giving you a side glance. Your heart thudded in your chest and your cheeks turned pink as you felt a few pairs of eyes on you. God, why was everyone watching?

“Chan,” you murmured as he leaned in, his lips tickling your cheek. “People are watching,” you said and he took your chin in his hand, turning your head to look at him. “I don’t care who’s watching,” he said softly before kissing you. Your cheeks burned but you accepted his kiss without hesitation. When you parted, you felt as though all eyes were on you but in reality, no one was really watching. They passed by without a second glance. Chan smiled pulling you closer before looking up and his smile dropped.

You followed his line of sight where you saw Jihoon, Seungcheol, and -- “Soonyoung,” you whispered as he stared at you from across the courtyard. He was mad alright. If looks could kill. You looked away and felt Chan’s grip on your tighten protectively as he looked across the court at his best friend. He fucked up. Soonyoung was at fault, not Chan. It’s not like Soonyoung liked you like that. He made it plainly clear he was only interested in fucking you and Chan wanted more than that.

Soonyoung backed off, looking away from Chan’s glared and he turned and walked away, leaving Seungcheol and Jihoon behind. Jihoon looked from Soonyoung’s retreating back to Chan and gave a short nod of understanding, one that Chan returned. Jihoon and Seungcheol left the courtyard after Soonyoung. Chan sighed and looked at you as you looked down at the sidewalk. “He’s gone,” he whispered, leaning into you. You looked up and glanced around, visibly relaxing.

The two of you sat there for a few more minutes before you looked down at your watch and nearly jumped. “We’re gonna be late for class!” you said and Chan laughed as you got to your feet, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. “Come on!” you urged and he got up, following you as you led him away from the courtyard.

You stopped when he pulled you back into him. “My class is this way,” he said nodding in a different direction. “Oh,” you remembered and he leaning in, kissing you quickly. “I’ll see you later tonight. I’ll bring the food,” he said and you brightened up. “Okay!” you leaned in, kissing him again before hurrying away to get to your class on time. Chan smiled as he watched you retreat, thinking how lucky he was.

Upon entering his class he took his usual seat and waited for the professor to begin the lesson. He heard the thump of someone sitting down heavily beside him and looked up to see Soonyoung had taken the seat beside him. He did his best to avoid the look Soonyoung was giving him before finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He rounded on his best friend. “What?” he demanded.

Soonyoung tilted his head. “How is (Y/N) doing? You guys looked pretty cozy earlier.” Chan scoffed and looked away. “She’s just fine, no thanks to you,” Chan said and Soonyoung nodded looking down at the table. “I don’t know what she told you, Chan --” he began but Chan cut him off. “Nothing. She didn’t tell me anything. I told her to tell me when she was ready,” Chan interjected. Soonyoung looked taken aback. “She really said nothing?” he asked and Chan nodded, his eyes landing on the teacher as he entered the room.

“Well, if you see her later, tell her I’m sorry if I made her feel uncomfortable. That wasn’t my intention,” Soonyoung said, his voice dropping to a whisper as the professor began the lesson. Chan didn’t know what he did to upset you, but he didn’t think it was important relaying the message from Soonyoung. He did his best to focus on the lesson but all he could think about was, what had Soonyoung done?

You hadn’t expected to talk to Soonyoung again, let alone see him waiting outside of your dorm when you returned after your lessons later that night. Yet there he was, sitting on the steps leading up to your building. You tensed up when he noticed you and froze when he stood up. He walked down the remainder of the steps and stopped a few paces away, hands in his pockets. “Hey,” he said.

You eyed him suspiciously before responding. “...hi?” you uttered. You were being cautious, and rightfully so after last night. Soonyoung hesitated before he went on. “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I didn’t want to hurt you. I must have misread the signals you were giving mean but I promise, I did not mean to hurt you.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“I see,” you stated, unsure how to respond. Soonyoung took a step forward and you backed away. “Can we talk?” he asked and you nodded. “Just,... don’t move too quickly,” you answered and he nodded.

Chan left his dorm after finishing his assignments for his classes Monday. He made his way to his car, getting in and heading to pick up the food he ordered. He drove, listening to music on his phone, drumming on the steering wheel as he made his way to the his favorite Chinese place. He had sent you the menu earlier in class and asked you to pick what you wanted.

Pulling to a stop at the light, he called out, “hey Siri.” His phone screen lit up as the Siri screen came on with the familiar “What can I help you with?” Chan smiled as he opened his mouth to tell Siri, “call (Y/N).” The screen lit up with color voice wave before the screen changed. “Calling (Y/N).” The phone started ringing.

The light changed and Chan continued down the road, making his way toward the restaurant. Your phone continued to ring before it went to voicemail. Chan thought that was odd but left a message all the same.

“Hey, I'm on my way to the restaurant to pick up our food, I wanted to know if you needed any extra sauce but I'll get some just in case. I'm also gonna stop by the liquor store and grab something but I don't know what you want. Send me a text. I'll see you soon,” he said before hanging up.

He pulled into the parking lot as the clouds moved in. Ugh, more rain? He wondered as he got out of the car and dashed for the door. Once inside he paid for the food, adding extra sauce and grabbing napkins and utensils. He also bought two sodas before heading back out to his car to find you had answered him in a text.

You [19:43]: I like wine and ciders but I'll drink whatever you buy (:

He smiled and shot back a response.

L.Chan [19:49]: Idk what wine goes with Chinese lol You [19:50]: malbec. Get a malbec L.Chan [19:51]: …how the hell do you know that?? 😂 You [19:51]: I have my ways 😊 L.Chan [19:52]:

L.Chan [19:52]: wizard You [19:53]: 🧙‍♂️🔮

Chan smiled, laughing lightly as he placed his phone back in the holder on his dashboard. He started the car and pulled out of the parking space and headed for the nearby liquor store. He parked the car and ran into the store. It was a small store with aisles in the middle, an open cooler with shelves full of all different kinds of beer. The very back of the store was a huge walk-in cooler.

Once inside he started looking around when the store owner who had been previously sweeping stopped at the end of the aisle he was in. She was a short woman with her brown wavy hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. “Do you need any help?” she asked with a smile. Chan smiled and nodded at the wine selection.

“I’m trying to find something to pair with Chinese takeout, I was told to get Malbec?” he questioned as she came over and smiled. “What dishes?” she asked looking up at him. “Beef and broccoli,” Chan said with a grimace and she smiled wider. “Come on,” she mused nodding toward the walk-in. Chan followed her into the fridge, the cold air hitting him, a shiver working down his spine.

“If you’re eating takeout, you’re definitely going to want something cold,” she said reaching up and grabbing a bottle from the top of the rack. She turned and handed it to him. “Here. That should go with your beef and broccoli well,” she said with a wink. Chan smiled, taking the cold glass from her. “Anything else?” she asked and Chan shook his head. “Nope, this is all I needed,” he said.

“Alright,” the shopkeeper said. “I’ll ring you up.” Chan followed her out of the walk-in and to the cash register. “Can I see your ID?” she asked and he pulled it out of his wallet, handing it over. She checked it out and handed it back before ringing up the wine. “Your total is $32.48,” she said and Chan pulled out the change. He handed it over and she cashed him out before putting the wine in a paper bag.

Chan thanked her and headed for the door. Outside, it had started to rain. Chan got into his car, setting the wine next to the food and started the car before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road heading for your dorm. He pulled into the parking lot where he cut the engine and looked up to see you standing on the stairs talking to -- “Soonyoung?” he whispered when he recognized his best friend.

He watched as you nodded and smiled. Soonyoung waved and started back down the stairs. You gave him a small wave as he jogged toward his car and got in. Chan grabbed the food and wine and got out only when Soonyoung pulled out of the parking lot. Chan headed up toward the door where you were waiting under the awning with a wide smile.

He reached the step and you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. “Everything alright?” he asked and you nodded. “Yeah. Soonyoung came by to apologize and we agreed to stay friends,” you replied and Chan nodded, relieved that Soonyoung hadn’t managed to toy with your emotions again. You turned to put the code in and opened the door. Chan followed you as the pair of you headed for the elevator, thunder rumbling in the distance.

Once the lift arrived, you lead Chan down the hall to your door and opened it, letting him in behind you. You shut the door and hopped on your bed as Chan set the food on the desk. “Did you want to watch a movie or something while we eat?” you asked and Chan nodded, as he untied the takeout bag. You slid off the bed and turned on your desktop, letting it boot up before logging in while Chan pulled out the to-go containers. “Do you have any glasses?” he asked turning to you.

You looked up from your computer as he pulled the wine out of the bag to show you. You pointed to a small storage cupboard and he opened it, pulling out a package of red solo cups. “These?” he asked to which you nodded, signing into your account and pulling up Netflix. Chan pulled two cups out of the package and opened the wine, thankful it was a screw on cap instead of a cork.

“What do you want to watch?” you asked and looked up at him. “I don’t mind. You pick,” he said as he poured wine into both cups. He turned to you as you were putting on a movie. “How do you feel about scary movies?” you asked, taking the cup he was holding out. He smiled, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip of the wine. It wasn’t what he expected but it was surprisingly smooth.

Chan turned to you and handed you one of the togo containers as you got up on the bed. You accepted it and settled into position making sure all the pillows were pushed up against the wall. Chan grabbed his own food and turned to you. “Do you need any sauces?” he asked and you shook your head. Chan got on the bed, scooting back until he was sitting beside you and once you were both comfortable, you dug into your food while the movie you picked started.

Halfway into the movie, you finished eating and set your to-go container to the side, preferring to lean against Chan, your eyes glued to the screen. Chan had set his container to the side and had one arm wrapped around your shoulders. He squeezed you gently, whispering, “you done eating?” You looked up at him and nodded. Chan moved, sliding off the bed and grabbing the to-go containers and setting them on your desk. “Do you want anymore?” he asked holding up the now half empty wine bottle.

You shook your head, stretching and he downed the rest of his glass before taking up his previous spot next to you. Once he was back on the bed, you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him closer, the alcohol in your system making you bolder. Chan laughed, pulling you onto his lap and hugged you closer, kissing the top of your head. “Are you sleepy?” he asked and you shook your head. “No,” you replied in a muffled voice.

Chan smiled, turning his head to look at the computer screen. Your shirt had ridden up a little and you sighed at the feeling of Chan’s fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles into your exposed hip. He must have noticed cause he asked if you were okay. Instead of answering him with your words, you answered him with a kiss, one he was surprised by but accepted gladly.

Your hand moved from around his waist and up to his chest as one of his hands cupped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Chan’s lips parted, your own following suit and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your stomach flipped as you tasted the wine on his tongue. You moved, without breaking the kiss, to straddle him, snaking your arms around his neck. His hand on your back held you close as the two of you fought for dominance with Chan winning rather easily.

Your hips moved of their own accord, rolling against his slowly. Chan moaned, the sound muffled by your lips against his. You smirked, grinding down on him again, the friction felt amazing against your growing arousal. You could feel the affect you had on Chan in the bulge in his pants pressing hard against your core and growing harder and harder the more you grinded on him.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he groaned when you pulled back for air. His head fell back against the wall while you moved against him, soft whimpers leaving your lips mixed with your pants. Chan grabbed your hips, stilling your movements. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me, woman,” he whispered, enjoying the way your lips worked down his neck, stopping at his shoulder as you tried to move your hips again.

“Stop. Moving,” Chan said trying not to laugh. “Please,” you whined. “I need you,” you said and with that, Chan pushed you back on the mattress, hovering over you before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Do you want me that badly?” he asked and you nodded, biting your bottom lip. His hips moved, pressing his erection into your core, earning a moan from you.

“You want this?” he whispered against your ear and you moaned again. “Yes,” you breathed. Chan pulled away, pulling his hoodie off before reaching for the ties on your sweatpants. “These need to come off,” he whispered as he reached around to lift your hips and slide them down your thighs. He tossed your pants off to the side before moving between your thighs to kiss you again.

Your hands tangled in his soft hair as he moved his lips down, kissing to the collar of your shirt. And this too,” he said pulling you up so he could remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. You blushed but you were sure if it was because you were exposed or intoxicated. Chan resumed his ministrations, kissing down your chest. He stopped to look up at you before he smiled. You whined, running your fingers through his hair urging him to continue.

Chan went on, kissing down your stomach before stopping near the waistband of your panties. He took the fabric between his teeth and pulled back slightly before letting go, the elastic snapping softly against your skin, a soft cry leaving your lips. Chan moved back up, his hand sliding up the outside of your hip, stopping at your waist while his lips moved against your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You gasped, arching into him as his hand moved from your hip and ghosted over your breast stopping to cradle your neck. “God you’re so much more beautiful in person,” he breathed against your skin. His hand moved from your neck, sliding down your body before pressing his fingers against your heat, your arousal seeping through the think material of your panties. A whimper escaped your lips.

Chan moved, slipping his hand into the waistband of your panties. He hesitated before asking, “can I?” You nodded, biting into your lower lip as his hand slid further until his finger pressed past your folds finding your clit easily. You gasped, grabbing his wrist with one hand while he circled the sensitive nub slowly. “God,” he groaned. “I love how wet you get for me.” You moaned at his words, whimpering when he slowly pushed a finger inside you. He smiled against your neck. “You like that?” he asked.

You hummed in response as he moved his hand, sliding the digit in and out of you at a painstakingly slow pace. “Stop teasing me,” you whined, bucking your hips slightly. Chan chuckled, speeding up as you grew wetter and wetter. You moaned in his ear as he added a second finger, enjoying the feeling of being deliciously stretched. “Can I take these off?” Chan inquired of your panties and you nodded.

He withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and cleaning your juices off of them. He groaned, his cock twitching in his pants. He reached down and pulled your panties down your legs, smearing your wetness down the inside of your thigh. Once he discarded the thin material, he pushed your thighs apart and laid down, settling between your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you asked but he only smiled, placing a few kisses on the insides of your thighs. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh, sucking a fresh mark in your skin on each side before kissing your sex. He ran his tongue up your folds, pushing your legs apart further, giving him better access. His tongue found your clit and slowly began circling it, toying with you.

“Don’t tease me,” you panted, your fingers knotting in his hair as you held him in place. He smiled against your sex before speeding up, flicking his tongue against your clit. You whimpered loudly as you felt your orgasm building. Chan wrapped his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it softly. With one hand in his hair and the other gripping your sheets, your hips bucked and Chan moved his hands to hold you down as he continued his onslaught.

Just as your orgasm approached, he stopped, pulling away and you whined, your body reeling from the stolen climax. Chan smiled, kissing your thighs again. “What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed and you groaned trying to buck your hips but he held them firmly in place. “Please,” you begged and Chan chuckle, his hot breath fanning over you. “Please what baby? Use your words,” he repeated.

“I need your tongue, please, please,” you whimpered wiggling your hips. “My tongue?” Chan asked. “Where do you need my tongue baby?” he asked. You wiggled your hips again, hoping he would get the message. “Hmm?” he hummed. “Please,” you whined. Chan gave your sex another kitten lick. 

“Is that what you want?” he asked. “You want my tongue all over your pretty pussy?” he asked and you nodded quickly. “Yes!” you breathed. “Say it,” Chan answered. You whined when he flattened his tongue, licking a wide strip slowly up. “I want your tongue all over my pretty pussy,” you whimpered.

Pleased with your answer, Chan continued his torture, alternating between licks and sucking until you were shaking as your orgasm built up a second time. Again, Chan pulled away allowing your release to ebb away. You whined louder as he moved away from between your thighs and sat up. “Where do you keep your condoms?” Chan asked and you pointed at the bathroom. “Top left drawer,” you panted.

He hopped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom, pulling open the drawer you said and he found the pack of condoms. He grabbed on and returned to you on the bed after pulling off his shirt and pushing his pants down his thighs along with his underwear, allowing them to pool at his ankles. He stepped out of the material and got back on the bed.

He leaned over, kissing up your stomach and stopping at your chest. “Sit up for a second,” he murmured against your skin and you did as he asked, sitting up. Chan reached around behind you and undid the clasps of your bra, sliding the straps down your arms and pulling it off before throwing it somewhere in the darkness. His hand reached up, cupping your breast.

“Damn it, baby. How are you so fucking hot?” he asked kissing your shoulder. He gently pushed you back on the bed, kneeling between your thighs as he tore open the silver packet. “Wait,” you muttered trying to sit up. “I should reciprocate,” you said but he pushed you back with a chuckle. 

“As much as I would love to have those pretty lips around my cock, I’m plenty hard without it. I really just need to be inside you, (Y/N),” he said as he rolled the condom onto his length. Your tongue peeked out to wet your lips as he lined himself with your slit, teasing you through your folds. “Chan,” you whimpered.

He chuckled, pushing himself into you, hissing as he slid easily into your wet heat. He stopped, whether allowing you time to adjust or just focusing on the feeling of you slowly engulfing his cock, welcoming it into your warmth. He continued, pushed deeper into you, the sting of being stretch causing your lips to part in a silent cry until he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside you. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

You forced yourself to relax around him before he moved. He pulled out slowly before pushing back in. “God you feel amazing,” he said in a deep voice. “Fuck,” you choked out as the sting was replaced with a dull ache instead now. “Please,” you begged again. “Please move,” you whimpered. Chan pulled back again slowly, this time snapping his hips  into yours. A gasp ripped from your throat as he gained momentum, holding your hips as he thrust into you, hitting deep .

“Ah~” you moaned, gripping the sheets beneath you. Chan moved his hands, resting them on either side of your head as he leaned over, thrusting faster into you. “F-fuck,” he stammered. “You f-feel so fucking good, baby.” One of your hands moved, gripping his wrist as he pounded harder into you. “Chan,” you breathed and he hummed in response. “Harder,” you pleaded. Chan sat up, his hands moving to your hips as he slammed harder into you, earning a cry from you.

He stopped, looking down at you. “Are you okay?” he asked and you groaned, “yes, don’t stop, you idiot,” and he laughed, resuming his previous speed. “Ah, fuck!” you cried out, grabbing his wrist again. “You like that?” Chan asked and you nodded, whimpering as he pounded into you mercilessly. “Ah! There, right there,” you breathed when he hit your sweet spot.

“Yeah?” Chan asked breathlessly, continuing to hit the same spot with every thrust. “Yes!” you moaned, your voice bouncing off the walls. Chan reached forward, covering your mouth. “Do you want to wake the whole floor, baby?” he asked amused as he continued to fuck you, your incessant moaning muffled by his hand. “Goddamn,” he said thrusting into you. “Here,” he added pulling out of you and turning your over. He put a pillow under your hips before pushing into you again.

Chan pulled you back into him, his hips hitting your ass and his cock reaching a spot deep inside you. “Ah!” you let out a high pitched cry when you felt the palm of his hand hit your right asscheek. He ran his hand soothingly over the spot before leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back as he continued to thrust into you. “Ah~! Fuck, Chan!” you whimpered into the sheets. One of his arms wrapped around your upper chest, his thrusts growing more erratic as his high approached him.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” he panted in your ear. “I’m close too, you breathed as you felt the coil in your lower abdomen tightened, tension building in your body as you grew hotter and hotter with every thrust. Chan groaned, sinking his teeth in your shoulder, sending you over the edge as you came around him with a cry of his name. Chan continued, thrusting into to you chasing his own high, which came moments later as your walls convulsed around him and he came, releasing into the condom with a deep groan, muffled by your shoulder.

His hips faltered, coming to a stop still buried inside you. He kissed the bite mark he left on your shoulder, whispering an apology to the sensitive skin. After a few moments, he pulled out of you, rolling off onto his back, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He looked over at you when you turned your head to face him. A lopsided grin graced his features.

“Told you I would take care of you,” he said in a low voice. You rolled your eyes and rolled over on your back, looking up at the ceiling. Chan rolled off the bed, removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it in the waste bin by your desk. He stooped to grab his boxers, stepping into and sliding them on before he made his way to the bathroom. You watched him as he moved around in the bathroom before hearing the sound of running water.

A few moments later, he returned with a warm wet washcloth and started wiping you clean. Your body shuddered when he ran the cloth over your swollen sex. His eyes snapped to your face as he pulled back. “You okay, baby?” he asked and you nodded. Chan continued, wiping off your cum off your inner thighs. When he was certain he cleaned you thoroughly, he tossed the washcloth in the hamper and walked into the bathroom, passing into your closet to fetch you a clean pair of underwear.

When he returned, he helped you slip your panties on, before pulling you up into a sitting position. Chan reached down, grabbing his shirt from the floor. He pulled his shirt on you and laid you back down, getting under the covers beside you.

“Go to sleep baby,” he whispered, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You fell asleep quickly, light snores filling the room as the movie had already ended, the computer going to sleep due to inactivity. Not long after you passed out, Chan followed suit.

P.S: *Jeongguk voice* FINALLYYYY~!!! I knew some of you were probaby waiting for this so I hope I delivered. I will try to have the final installment up Friday or Saturday! As always, thank you guys so much for reading and leave any feedback you deem necessary! ~K♡

[elusive---ivory]

The Woman in Velvet pt. 7

This was tiring.., but it's here! Hooray!! I appreciate my bestfriend @princessgeekface for being my editor, please go check her out she really rules!!

Without a further ado.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, Self Inflicted Pain.

Taglist:

@gloomybih @princessgeekface @mijachula @memory-mortis

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

"Well as of right now, Mr. Wayne, I think we can close a deal." The man in the large black suit said over the telephone. "I'm sure she'd be happy to perform. How about next Tuesday? Great! I'll see you then." The man promptly hung up the phone.

The little girl sat in the far corner of the room.

"Good news, sweetheart. You're preforming for Thomas Wayne." The man said to the girl.

The girl's cheeks were red, and her eyes were puffy. Her lips were busted and bruised. She whimpered in the corner. "Great." She whispered to herself.

"You should smile, my dear. It's wonderful news." He walked closer to her. "I love you."

The girl turned away. "No, you don't." She growled.

"What was that?" The man walked up to her with a firing rage.

"You don't love me, Uncle Charlie. If you did, I won't play in these stupid shows." She got off her knees, shaking.

"You quit with this attitude, young lady." He hissed, grabbing onto her shoulders.

"I'm 16 years old, Charlie." She yelled. "Stop controlling my life."

Smack.

"Listen here, I've tried to be nice to you, but you really leave me no choice. Be a good girl, Sandy, and I'll reward you." The man gripped on tight to her large waist.

She pushed him off. "You can't do this to me. Just let me go." The girl screamed.

The man grabbed her by the throat. "Listen here, you fucking bitch. You're not going anywhere as long as I am still alive." He let go of her throat.

She fell to the ground coughing.

"Besides, Sandy, you're useless without me. Completely worthless."

'10:30 am? I guess it could be worse.' She slumped out of her bed, and headed to the kitchen. Sandy couldn't stop thinking about Arthur, and their little date. She didn't know why she was so heads over heels for this boy.

Sandy woke up in a cold sweat. 'Thank fuck that today's my day off.' She thought to herself. Sandy looked over at the clock.

Sandy smiled while stirring her coffee. She sighed dreamily like a schoolgirl, and pressed the button on her answering machine.

"You have (2) new messages." The autonomous voice said.

"Voicemail 1:

Hey, Sandy, It's me, Arthur. I'm heading to Wayne Manor today, and I've got some exciting news." His voice got closer to the phone. "Thomas Wayne is my dad."

Sandy eyes widened. She choked a little on her coffee. 'He's joking, right?' Sandy set her coffee down, and rubbed her temples. "Ugh, damn it, Art." She mumbled to herself.

Meanwhile the answering machine started playing the 2nd message.

"Voicemail 2:

Hello, is this the phone number of Sandy Dolere? I regret to inform that your uncle, Charles Paul Harris, has passed away as of last week. He was suffering from heart failure, and he was scheduled for an operation in December. Charles died in his sleep from natural causes. When you get the chance, please call us back at 467-286-7789."

Sandy looked at the machine. Her hand hovered over the delete button. Softly, she moved her hand and fell to the kitchen floor. Her loud sobs could be heard throughout the complex.

Her coffee mug was shatter with spilled brown liquid all over the floor. Sandy reached over the counter, taking a pack of cigarettes from of the counter. Gently, she placed in in her mouth, laying there on the floor. Sandy got up, finding herself a lighter. She looked over to the bottle of whiskey in the open cabinet. She turned away from it, lighting her cigarette. As Sandy took a long peaceful drag from the cigarette, she exhaled into the dreary morning. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and looked down at her bare arm. Sandy jammed the burning cigarette into her porcelain skin. Tears formed in her eyes as the ashes and blood dripped down her arm. She took the cigarette off and looked at the whole in her arm.

"Fuck." Sandy whispered, throwing her cigarette away. She went over to the bathroom to wash all the blood and sorrow away. She laid there in the bathtub. Hot water flowed out the faucet. She ducked her head under the water, holding in her breath. Whilst she was in her thoughts, she heard a knock at the door.

Quickly, she jumped out of the tub, and put on her lime green robe, usually she expected Arthur to drop by with a quick kiss or so, but to her surprise, it was two detectives in black.

"Good Afternoon, Ms. Dolere. I'm Detective Gordon, and this is my partner Detective Johnson." The detective known as "Gordon" turned to his partner.

"We're looking into the murders that happened on the subway. As you may know they were Wayne employees, and one of them just so happened to be your co-worker, Dennis Cullen." Detective Johnson said, as he stepped inside her apartment. "Nice place." He commented.

"Thanks." Sandy mumbled under her breath. "If you could give me a second, gentleman, I just got out of the tub." Sandy disappeared into the other room, struggling to find clothes.

Detective Gordon sat down on the couch.

"No worries. We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind." Sandy reentered the room, fully dressed. She sat on the couch, taking a deep breath. She eyed the two detectives up and down.

Detective Gordon shifted in his seat, while Detective Johnson took out a notepad. Both detectives sat across from Sandy, who looked pretty annoyed at them for just being there.

"Where were you on the night the subway murders happened?" Johnson asked, eyeing her reaction.

"I was at home watching the TV. I had a long day at work, and I was unwinding." Sandy replied.

"Right." said Detective Johnson, writing down on his notepad.

"We had asked around about your relationship with Dennis, and they said that you two had a 'thing'. Is this true?" Gordon asked, putting air quotes over the word 'thing'.

"I had no relationship with him. He was just an asshole around the office. He was also the guy to make the most sales, but I saw no reason why he should die." Sandy replied with a stoic look on her face.

"I see. We've been asking around the building and we wanted to ask about your relationship with Arthur Fleck. The neighbors say they've see you get quite close these past few weeks, is that true?" Gordon took the notepad from Johnson, and looked over the notes.

Sandy froze for a second, continuing her stoic face, but with a red tint placed on her cheeks. "I'd say that yes, we've gotten closer. He's very nice to me. He's passionate about his comedy career, and I support him fully."

"Uh-huh." Johnson mumbled. "Did you two have any sexual encounters with each other?"

Sandy blushed madly, taken aback by this information. "That's none of your business." She glared at Johnson, crossing her arms.

"Alright, thank you for your time, Ms. Dolere." Gordon got off the couch, shaking Sandy's hand. Johnson followed behind him.

"Have a good evening, gentlemen." Sandy closed her door. "For sweet hell, it's already evening?" She said to herself, looking outside on the horizon. Sandy looked down at her scarred arm. She stared at it for a good long while, almost as if she was mocking it. Sandy smirked.

"Poor, poor Dennis," She mocked, lighting another cigarette. She heard a loud bang coming from the apartment downstairs. Sandy extinguished the cigarette.

She ran out of her apartment, and pressed the button on the elevator. 'What the fuck?' Sandy's thoughts ran a muck. The elevator slowly closed its doors as Sandy pressed down on Arthur's floor.

She hurried to his apartment door. As Sandy rapidly knocked on the door, she heard Arthur's mother screaming.

"NO, NO. HE'S A GOOD BOY! A HAPPY BOY!!"

Sandy's eyes got wide as she heard the screams. She slammed all her weight into the door, but as it swung open, her head hit the ground.

"Ugh. Fuck." She hissed.

Right in front of her laid Penny Fleck's collapsed body.

"Ms. Dolere, are you alright?" Detective Gordon rushed over to Sandy, while Johnson was tending Penny.

"I'm fine. What about her? Call a god damn ambulance." Sandy pushed the detective out of her way to the phone. She quickly dialed 911.

Arthur saw the scene just as he got home. Everything was a mess. He rushed over to the ambulance. As Arthur got inside the vehicle, he glanced over to Sandy.

Sandy had questions, tons of questions, but she knew that now wasn't the best time for them. She went over to Detective Gordon.

"I need a ride to the hospital." Sandy wasn't asking.

Gordon sighed. "Ok, sure."

He pointed over to a black car, parked on the side of the road.

Sandy sat in the back seat, glaring at the two detectives threw their rear view windows.

As the detectives pulled up to the hospital, Sandy noticed Arthur sitting on a bench outside the hospital, smoking a cigarette.

Sandy got out of the car, but stayed near it to observe the situation.

"Arthur Fleck, I'm Detective Gordon, and this is my partner, Detective Johnson. We wanted to ask you a few questions, but you weren't home, so we asked your mother." Detective Gordon said.

Arthur looked up at him, scornfully. "Did you do this?" Arthur asked, griping tightly on his cigarette.

"Oh no, you see she was hyperventilating and acting all hysterical." Detective Johnson interjected.

"Yeah, the doctors said she had a stroke." Arthur said, bluntly.

"We're sorry to hear that," Gordon mumbled. "We still would like to ask a few questions about the subway killings. Have you heard of them?"

Sandy watched in the distance the whole thing play out. Of course, Arthur had a lot of stuff on his plate and these detectives weren't making matters better.

"Yeah, they're awful." Arthur muttered.

"Well, we talked to your boss from your old job. He says you were fired for bringing a gun in the children's hospital." Gordon stated.

"It was a prop. I'm a party clown." Arthur said, annoyed.

"Oh, yeah? Then why were you fired?" Detective Johnson asked.

"They said I wasn't funny enough. Can you imagine that?" Arthur scoffed. He got off the bench.

"Your boss gave us this card. This condition of yours. Is it real? Or is it a clown thing?"

"A clown thing?" Arthur repeated. He tossed the cigarette to the ground. "What do you think?"

Arthur ran into the hospital door.

The two detectives walked away.

"Hey." Sandy called.

Arthur turned to Sandy. He smiled gently at her. His blue/green eyes full of admiration.

"Hey." Arthur called back to her.

"You do know it says 'Exit' on it." Sandy pointed to the letters above the door.

"Yeah." Arthur hesitantly held onto Sandy's hand as they walked into the hospital.

[suspiciousgay]

this is gonna be really funny or really fucking stupid

so @ohxfiddlesticks and i went on a lil midnight adventure so uh let’s begin shall we also this is probably gonna be super long so uh

oh and quick thing the reason it’s in text format and not screenshots is they stopped saving past the seventh pic so uh

broadway trash: i mean i can always rebrush alrighty i’ll see if we have anything that’s the equivalent to ginger ale

therapissed: Whoops

broadway trash: i’m taking my phone time for a midnight adventure except not really it’s just bread anyway

therapissed: Yeah I’ll go try to get smth too Bringing my phone

broadway trash: *starts screeching out the mission impossible theme* DUN DUN DUNNA DUN DUN DUNNA BWANANAAAAA

therapissed: We still have that lemon from last time lma o

broadway trash: pfff

therapissed: We have oatmeal cream pies Which isn’t healthy probably but Damn I really need an emoji keyboard for that shrug thing

broadway trash: i’m like prancing around while trying to be super quiet what is this ballerina superspy bullshit

therapissed: Lmao “I’m taking my phone time for a midnight adventure” It’s one lmao Oh we have bread Guess I’ll get that

broadway trash: I JUST COLLAPSED INTO THE FUCKING PANTRY IM

therapissed: Good job

broadway trasg: also good lord everything is so loud at night like plate shush

therapissed: Me @ the pantry door And the fridge door

broadway trash: i looked to my left and i thought someone was running at me i’m dying pfff same

therapissed: We have two radishes in the fridgs Fridge Why can’t I type fridge

broadway trash: ?????? well then

therapissed: They’re just like Laying there Not in a container or anything They’re just

*and this is where you imagine just two radishes sitting there in a fridge*

broadway trash: i almost dropped everything i was carrying hoooooo golly that would’ve been BAAAAD pffff

therapissed: I have two slices of bread and an oatmeal cream pie how did you get so much

broadway trash: ?? what??

therapissed: Idk you said “everything” you it seems like you had a lot Idk my brainsbdndnsnnfndnd

broadway trash: ohh *slams face onto the stove* nah i had some bread and got super hungry so i decided fuck it i’m making a sandwich and i almost dropped the condiments and the plate

therapissed: I could get saltine crackers *faceplants onto crackers* Oh ok Me, making a sandwich: Ok we got the bread and mayonnaise that’s all i feel like getting

broadway trash: pffff

therapissed: Mayonnaise sandwich i guess I found a ginger ale do you want it

broadway trash: sure

therapissed: *throws vaguely in your direction*

broadway trash: pfff thanks

therapissed: Yw It landed about 200 miles from you though Sorry

broadway trash: i misread that as the “uwu” face

therapissed: Lmao

broadway trash: oh well i need the exercise anyway

therapissed: “Here’s to happiness freedom and life” I hear through my earbuds as I make a mayonnaise sandwich at 1:10 AM

broadway trash: pffff same whoops ok the sandwich has been gotten now i want chocolate milk

therapissed: I filled my water bottle and forgot to bring it to the event lmao I’ll grab it when I go up

broadway trash: welp ok i feel like i’m about to get murdered every fucking noise is making me jump help something’s moving around down the hallway THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT FUCK IM A GONER

therapissed: Hey no that’s my job Being scared of everything

broadway trash: wtf when did i get mustard on my shirt

therapissed: Pfffft

broadway trash: where are the ghosts

therapissed: Shshshhshshsshshs

broadway trash: mother of fuck the towel keeps falling from its place

therapissed: SHUDH

broadway trash: STAY ON THE FUCKING COUNTER YOU DEMON

therapissed: SHUSH SVUSHSSDHHHHHH

broadway trash: SORRY

therapissed: ITS OK MY HOUSE IS FUCKING CREEPY THO IM DYING SHUS H

broadway trash: alrighty i’m still fucking hungry guess this is what happens when you eat nothing for a whole day wtf i forgot i had a light switch right next to me i was standing here paranoid in the dark for a decade doing nothing

therapissed: Lmao Where’s my water bottle One sec

broadway trash: okie then MOTHER OF FUCK MICROWAVE BE QUIETER actually y’know what fuck it *throws microwave out the window* uuuuuuugh it’s so fucking ominous i feel like i’m about to get sacrificed kill me now

therapissed: My bottle was in the sink under a few things but still full for some reason and when I took it out I died it was so loud

broadway trash: eH

therapissed: Yo do you wanna see ominous

broadway trash: uhh sure

therapissed: One second lemme get back downstairs bc I’m in my room right now

broadway trash: okie

*now imagine a staircase, like the kind from a horror movie*

broadway trash: fUCK

therapissed: There’s two lights on this stairwell and they turn on one at a time slowly

broadway trash: ok i just grabbed the biggest knife we have

therapissed: And that plastic up there? It moves a lot even if there’s only a fan on downstairs Also that pic doesn’t have all the stairs And to the right of me I have this

broadway trash: YEEZUS aAH NOISES FUCK YOU DEMON YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK

*ok now just imagine a black screen, like a void or something idk*

broadway trash: it’s just dark

therapissed: That’s to the right of me Ik Bc the lights are off

broadway trash: CHRIST ON A BIKE WHY IS THE NIGHT SO SCARY

therapissed: And my kitchen spans one side of the entire house (fuck you open-floor plans) and it uses three light switches to light it up and it’s really creepy bc smth could come from either direction while you’re making food and you wouldn’t know And behind me where I was making was a really big window lmao

broadway trash: oh god i legislation just yelled “HONEY CALM DOWM” save meeeeee ;-; legislation good fucking job me

therapissed: Pfffft

broadway trash: NOISES HOLD ON KNIFE WHERE ARE YOUUUU ;-; I JUST GRABBED THE FUCKING BLADE OW

therapissed: I’m eating in my room which is still creepy but like fuck no not the kitchen

broadway trash: wow i’m a real fuckup when scared

therapissed: Same What are you eating btw

broadway trash: chicken whoops there was a single chicken breast in a bag so

therapissed: At 1:30

broadway trash: y e p

therapissed: Lmao I somehow put too much mayonnaise on this sandwich I’m dying

broadway trash: ok so so far i almost broke a plate, got scared of a light, almost stabbed myself in the hand, and almost dropped my glass which is still full of milk my night is going derek swell** who the fuck is derek

therapissed: Pffffft

broadway trash: maybe he’s the thing making all the noises if it’s not him it better fucking be my cat

therapissed: I feel like I’m gonna one day haunt this house and people will just hear the weird laughter of me texting people

broadway trash: pfff yes and same acutally

bob: i was literally gone for like thirty minutes what happened

broadway trash: oH SHIT HI BOB

therapissed: Lmao

bob: oml

therapissed: We scavenged for food and died of fright seventeen times

bob: i

therapissed: We’re like those fainting goats

bob: y’all need a supervisor

broadway trash: i just started cackling for no reason help

bob: like an actual supervisor

broadway trash: is derek possessing me

bob: I’m hiring a babysitter omg

therapissed: Bob you’re our supervisor duh

bob: i was literally gone for thirty minutes

bob sent a video.

therapissed: HDHSNFNDNSJF

bob: this is literally what happened inn the last thirty minutes omg why also jemmy u ok

therapissed: Wait lemme find a video of fainting goats bc that’s what’s been happening to us

broadway trash: THAT WAS ON FULL VOLUME I THINK I WOKE MY NEIGHBORHOOD UP DAMMIT ME am i ever ok oh fuck my chocolate milk got all over the stove ;-; nOISES-

bob: i oh my god

broadway trash: MY SISTER JUST SCARED ME SO BAD I ALMOST KILLED A BITCH

bob: ok also fiddlesticks I’m going to call u tommy unless u want another nickname

therapissed: HOLY FUCK I JUST FOUND A CALL OF THE WILDMAN VIDEO IM CACKLIN G That’s fine

broadway trash: my sister thought i was crying

bob: y’all need a babysitter and r u crying or r u laughing

broadway trash: no i was like nervously cackling

bob: oohok

broadway trash: i think derek’s possessing me

bob: ok

therapissed sent a video.

bob: tell derek it’s bedtime

broadway trash renamed the group “Flagelise, Bucko, Tim, and Bob (and Derek???), the best truer friendshit that lives on Mt. Guf and is made up of beginner crocodiles and trrible draaings that canr tyoe wayways and definitely aren’t suspicious so don’t be suspicious rup lmal iips”

therapissed: TIM I FOUND US OMG

broadway trash: derek is our new demon friend

bob: please tell ur new demon friend it’s past bedtime

therapissed: Dude: *sneezes* Us: *dies* I forgot how ridiculous that show was I think the dude died by crocodile though

broadway trash: e H wow now i’m sad ;-;

trerapissed: Sorry But Are we fainting goats or are we fainting goats

broadway trash: no we’re fainting goats

therapissed: Good argument I take my statement back Bob where’d you go we’re gonna die without you

broadway trash renamed the group “Flagelise, Bucko, Tim, and Bob (and Derek???), the best truer friendshit that lives on Mt. Guf and is made up of beginner crocodiles, trrible draaings, and fainting goats that canr tyoe wayways and definitely aren’t suspicious so don’t be suspicious rup lmal iips”

therapissed: Lma o Oh

Call, 3s

bob: what

broadway trash: WAS THAT ME SORRY wait what

therapissed: Nvm

broadway trash: oh what i’m confused

therapissed: I forgot lmao Tim are you still eating or

broadway trash: no i’m brushing my teeth

therapissed: Okie dokie I love TGC’s Tony performance wtf

broadway trash: i almost fell into the bathtub help

therapissed: . Fainting goat

bob: what are y’all doing

therapissed: We are literally fainting goats personified wtf

broadway trash: i’m dying

bob: jemmy no jemmy please tommy don’t encourage this please

therapissed: I’m not Not trying to at least

broadway trash: I JUST DROPPED MY PHONE IT WAS SO LOUD IM SNORTING HELP

bob: omg

therapissed: WTF TIM WHAT ARE YOU DOIN G

bob: i love u all but what

broadway trash: MY SISTER SCARED ME

therapissed: TIM WHY

broadway trash: HEY BLAME HER NOT ME

therapissed: You are a disaster But so am I So it’s fine

broadway trash: YEA NO SHIT HONEY

bob: how does ur sister scare you so often u were literally in the bathroom

broadway trash: I GET SCARED EASILY WHY DO YOU THINK I HAD A BIG ASS KITCHEN KNIFE WHILE I WAS EATING A SANDWICH

bob: why did u have a knife if u know u get scared easily

therapissed: Bc she gets scared easily

bob: doesn’t that mean ur chances of stabbing someone rises

therapissed: But

broadway trash: ye but

therapissed: She didn’t want to be stabbed by someone else

broadway trash: ye

bob: ur literally in ur own house

broadway trash: IM PARANOID OK

bob: ok fine but no more knife

therapissed: Yes more knives All of the knives

bob: no more knives

broadway trash: they’re right in my kitchen??

therapissed: ALL OF THEM

bob: tommy no

therapissed: Tommy yes

bob: tommy n o

broadway trash: and i have like two pocket knives in my room?

therapissed: Tommy y e s

bob: ok jemmy 1) no and 2) tommy wtf

therapissed: ;)

bob: g r o u n d e d