#angst is a speck in the window and reader deals with it nicely

[aka-indulgence]

Got a oneshot! Have a fic where Sans rejects your romantic pursuits with a happy twist ;)

CW: Flashback section containing Sans’ ex, where he wasn’t having a good time

(Sans & Gender Neutral Reader)

Sans doesn’t know what he thinks about the whole romance thing after a disastrous start. What happens when a precious friend confesses?

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It wasn’t entirely unexpected.

Sans didn’t think much of it when you came that day. Sans would often usually invite you over anyway, though today you were first to ask him if you could visit. Which was fine- he’s never as comfortable with anyone else as much as he was comfortable with you. (Maybe Papyrus, but even then there were things Sans wouldn’t tell his brother because he didn’t want to burden him with problems that Sans would rather burden himself with.)

You were laughing. He always loved it when you laughed.

“so i told him: paper-thin skin? buddy. pal. i ain’t got skin.”

You were in an uproar, slapping your knee. “Oh my god! I’d give the world to see the look on his face,”

“oh yeah. definitely unforgettable. man got so red faced he looked like he was gonna burst. he then stomped out like an angry toddler.”

You were giggling, before the both of you fell into a silence. That was a normal part of conversations, Sans was used to it. Especially with you, the silence was never unwelcome. But this time… something felt different. The air has shifted. Your carefree expression had changed into something more contemplative. He wasn’t sure what it was, then. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to read too deep into it.

You spoke up.

“... Hey Sans? Can I tell you something?”

Why was he nervous?

“... yeah?”

“It’s… um. Give me a second…” you laughed nervously. “Haha, sorry, I feel a little sick.”

Sans’ brows furrowed. “what’s up? you ok..?”

You huffed. “Ok. Yeah. Sorry for ruining the moment? But uh… it’s been on my mind for a while, and I have to tell you. I hope you’re ok with me saying this but. I like you, Sans. Kind of… a lot?”

… Ringing. Sans hears ringing. It feels like something in his soul crashed.

“... Sans?”

Sans wasn’t there. His mind was somewhere else.

“i just… i just don’t know if i like you in that way…”

Her face broke into despair. She wouldn’t look his way. She didn’t even say a word to him.

“w… wait. why are you… where are you going?”

“I can’t be here.”

It was years ago. Monsters had lived on the surface for about a year. She was one of Papyrus’ friends, and their first meeting had been wonderful. It still leaves an ache in his chest when he thinks about it now, how hopeful he was when he met her. She was fun, always got Sans involved in social events, always found her way towards him when he was sitting on the sidelines while Papyrus took the stage.

“hey i wouldn’t recommend the punch.”

“Why not?”

“y’see, i like funny things. and that thing… it ain’t got a punchline.”

“... Are you seriously punning?”

“i think i’m being funny.”

“Hah, that’s so stupid,”

She was laughing. But when Sans thinks about it now, maybe it was a pitying one. Sans wasn’t one to judge, puns didn’t win everyone over.

She quickly became a regular in his life, the first human friend he’s made since the surface, one that seemed more interested in him than his brother. She would even pout and joke when Sans didn’t give her enough attention which was cute, at the time. It was easy introducing her to his friends, with how often she tagged along with him.

She would put her arm over his shoulders, hug him, get so close to kissing but miss… Sans never initiated, but only because he wasn’t much of a physical person to begin with. It was nice to have someone so affectionate with him.

He really liked having her in his life.

And then… came that fateful day.

“I was going to wait for you. But you never asked me out.”

“what do you mean…?”

“I know you’re smart, Sans. I’ve been obvious. I just don’t know if you even like me.”

He didn’t know where this had come from. He was suddenly put on the spot, struggling to give her an answer, an answer that he knew she wanted. But Sans was lost.

“i just… i just don’t know if i like you in that way…”

“...”

She was stoic. She was upset with him, she left him alone in his room after he brought out the games he was hoping to play together. Had he made a mistake…? Was he really that dense? Was he just terrible with commitment?

She… she deserved better.

So he decided to fix it. At least, he thought he was fixing it. Though it turned to be a decision Sans would regret soon after.

He showed up at her door the next night. She hadn’t responded to his texts, his calls. Not even Papyrus’. He felt guilty, like he ruined something perfectly good.

i can’t lose her.

Sans was starting to panic if she maybe had left- then the door opened. Sans soul shook when he saw how her face fell when she saw his face. She was going to retreat back into her room.

“w-wait! please listen to me,” His hand was at the door. “i… i made a mistake. you’re important to me, ok? and i think i want… to be with you.”

His soul sung when she finally looked him in the eyes. There were tears in hers, but she was smiling, and he was happy to have her hugging him again. The tension snapping was a relief. That he saved himself. But even then he wondered… why did it taste bitter to say those last few words?

It… didn’t last long. More and more of Sans’ time was taken up by her, which… should be a good thing. Couples should spend lots of time together, right? But he didn’t have time for his friends anymore. Everytime she went out, he needed to come with.

“Sans, you smell like ketchup.”

“oh… yeah, i put too much on my hotdog.”

“Come on, you need to eat something better. People keep telling me you smell like grease.”

“... really?”

“Yeah. Here, I got you new clothes. Crisp!”

“oh… thanks.”

“Get ready, I’m planning to go at six.”

He was becoming active. He was going out every day, he wasn’t locking himself in his room.

It was for the better, he told himself. She brought out the life in him.

… Sans always thought he was intuitive. He was the best at reading people. He’s the judge. It came to him like breathing.

But apparently, he had been blinded. He had a hard time trusting himself. That maybe his gut feeling was wrong.

“SANS…”

Papyrus had found him alone during a party, having escaped to the bathroom. His sockets had bags under them. His face was dripping with water. He just… needed to rest. Without anyone else around.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“yeah… i am. just needed to freshen up is all.”

Papyrus looked so… sad. He hadn’t seen his brother frown so deeply, in a way that made Sans feel guilty.

“SANS. I KNOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO PROTECT ME FROM YOUR FEELINGS EVEN THOUGH I DON’T NEED YOU TO DO THAT BUT… YOU HAVEN’T LIED SINCE WE SURFACED, AND NOW IT’S BACK. AND I THINK… YOU MIGHT BE LYING TO YOURSELF AS WELL. BROTHER… WHAT’S THE MATTER?”

Sans was getting sloppy. He looked away from him, to the mirror- he couldn’t handle that sorrowful look on Papyrus’ face. All that did though, was force him to confront his own expression. His signature smile wasn’t even there. And Sans couldn’t muster the energy to bring it back.

“I DON’T WANT TO PRY, IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT… Could This Have Something To Do With Her?”

Sans should’ve said no. Denied it. Told Paps that everything was fine and he was just… just overwhelmed. But he didn’t.

“i… maybe. i…” He exhaled through his phalanges, staring at the bottom of the sink. “i don’t know if i love her, pap. at least… romantically. i’m… i’m trying paps, i’m trying, i should- she deserves to have someone love her. i want to love her.”

Papyrus finishes his thought for him.

“BUT YOU DON’T.”

“... no.”

Sans felt horrible. He felt like he was leading her on. But Sans really thought that he loved her. He did! He cared for her!

… But not in the way she wanted.

And Sans didn’t want to pretend anymore.

“What did it? Did… did you find another person??”

“no. it’s nothing like that.”

“Then what changed?!”

She was shouting. Sans didn’t like the shouting. She never took kindly to him giving anyone- anything else attention. Sans tried to fix it, at first. He thought he was the problem until he got the messages asking him where he was, why he was so absent.

“nothing has, it was just a lot of little things. i’m sorry. i don’t love you in that way.”

“... How could you say something so horrible!?”

It was a good thing they hadn’t moved in together. She had insisted on moving, and that was one thing Sans could put his foot down about. He has a couple of old shirts and pants at her place from the nights he’s stayed, but nothing he’ll miss much. Lots of them were clothes she approved. It smelled like perfume. Even when he thought he was in love with her he thought moving together then was too fast.

She blocked him. Cut him out. Told her friends how Sans didn’t try hard enough when she put in the effort. Sans was never a crier- but he was in tears, hiding in his room. He would talk about it with Papyrus, but right then, he didn’t want anyone to hear. He wanted to throw his phone, he wanted to scream at her. He loved her! Maybe- maybe he never wanted to date her, maybe, if they hadn’t they’d still be friends but she always just… took too much.

It was nice when Papyrus chose to cut her off, to show support for him. It was ironic, even though Sans was the one she always chased, she always seemed to be on good terms with Papyrus. Even would ask him to put in a word for her after their arguments.

Sans was fine now. No- more than fine. Sans was happy. His time with her being a mere bump during his time on the surface.

Then, not too long after, he met you.

He never realized what was missing until he met you. You gave him space, and you never asked him to change for you. You… you liked who he was, you liked Sans.

After her Sans was afraid to attach so fast but… he really, really wanted to keep you in his life. He might even like you, more than a friend would. But he wasn’t ready to start another storm in his life.

As he looked into your eyes, he felt his soul sink. He wasn’t ready for it to end.

“... i… i’m sorry,” Why was the air so hot? “i… i… hhh,”

“Huh?”

It was a little hard to breathe. Which should be impossible. He’s a skeleton… air… air literally moves through his ribcage. He isn’t… uh… what’s happening?

You were frowning. Oh no. Were you upset?

“S-Sans? Are you ok?”

Sans was gripping the couch too tightly, phalanges digging into the couch cushions, close to ripping them. Beads of sweat were rolling down his skull. He suddenly felt pathetic… panicking over you.

“Sans?”

His eyelights darted back to you, bringing him back to the present. You looked so confused… he felt so guilty.

no… i can’t do it again.

“i… sorry. i don’t… mean to panic in front of you but… are you upset?”

“About what? I’m… Sans, you’re not making a lot of sense.”

He presses a hand to his face, then takes a deep breath. His mind was in a frizzle and he had to explain to you now before he goes crazy.

“sorry, my mind is a mess right now. i… i don’t want to make you sad. but i don’t know if i’m ready for a relationship right now. and it isn’t you, it’s… it’s me. i don’t want to take away your hope or anything but… i don’t know if i’ll ever be ready for a romantic relationship.”

You blinked at him.

“Oh,”

 Sans tensed. Expecting you to explode, or cry, or yell at him, run out the house, hate him, oh god he ruined everything-

“Sans, that’s… ok?”

“...”

what?

“w… what do you mean?”

You’re confused. Sans was too. You shift your eyes left and right.

“I mean… that’s ok. I just didn’t want to make you upset is all, and w… why are you looking at me like that?”

Was he dreaming? His eyelight flashed yellow, as if he could find something. He scanned your face, your eyes, your nose- looking for a shudder, a twitch, even a pulse out of place.

Your face was neutral. Was it just hard to read you?

“you know, you can tell me if you’re upset.” Sans was telling the truth. “i can take it. i’d rather you tell me straight to my face if you are. i… i don’t want to lose you.”

You look startled at his sudden pleading, before giving him a pitiful smile. You put your hands on his shoulders.

“Sans? Can you look at me?” You asked in a soft voice.

It was difficult to look up. He knows you, you’re not the type to yell at him or to curse him for little things. He’d trust his judgment but he’s been mistaken before. Nonetheless, slowly, he tilts his skull up to you. When he does, he sees the determination in your eyes, a fierce yet gentle look.

“Sans. Believe me, I’m ok. You’re not going to lose me if you tell me no. Ok?”

“m… mhm,”

Your serious expression melts a little when you start snickering. “Sans, I… I didn’t even get to finish my sentence. I was about to tell you that I’ll understand if you don’t wanna do a whole romance with me, I’ll be fine! I think it’d be great, and I stand by saying I like you a lot. But, I also like where we are right now, and staying like this is pretty nice too. Just being with you is fun, and whether you’re my friend or my boyfriend, that’s not going to change. So… if you’re ok with staying friends after my confession, I think I’d like that.”

The static of panic started to fade away, and a feeling of calm washed over him. The relief was so potent that Sans could feel his sockets start to sting.

h… heh… i was worrying for nothing.

“yes. god, i’d like that too,” Sans wobbles, phalange wiping his socket. “i was scared that if… if i said no you’d hate me.”

“Pfft,” you snort, before you quickly covered your mouth. “Sorry that wasn’t, I’m not laughing at you. I just want to know what made you think that?”

You bump him gently on the shoulder with your fist. “I thought you knew me!”

Sans snickers, a bit more giggly than usual. “i do! i just have doubts when it comes to romance nowadays,” He sighed. “so… you’re really ok with being friends?”

“Yeah! What’s so bad about being friends anyway? As long as you’re not weirded out by me, if I still get to see you, I count that as a win.”

Sans thought the same thing. He smiled.

“yeah… you’re right.”

It was definitely a win having you in his life.

You go oof! When all of a sudden Sans tugs you into a hug, squeezing you tightly.

“i’m… i’m glad i met you.”

You take him in for a moment, before wrapping your arms around him. You squeeze him back.

“Me too.”

[a-leg-without-fear]

Because of You (pt.2)🩸🌧️

here's part 2, babes!!!! this one is BEEFY so i hope it's not too boring :)

Ship: Worst!Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader🩸

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 7.7k

Warnings: spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine, cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of death, grief, alcohol abuse, Wade Wilson is in this, so is Remy LeBeau, suggestive language, mentions of main character death, mentions of child experimentation, ANGST, multiverse shenanigans, self-doubt, kissing

Series: Because of You

The room Logan had woken up in was strange, to say the least. He was clearly underground. Thin windows were dug high into stone walls with an enormous engraving of a woman decorating the ceiling. Shaded lamps lit up the areas not caught in the sunlight from the windows. Random junk, weapons, and blessed alcohol lay strewn about the room.

After he’d spotted the bottles of whiskey, nothing else mattered.

He had never needed a drink more in his life. Stumbling around with Wade, the idiot in red, was shortening his neverending lifespan. Logan was constantly under attack, constantly stressed out of his mind, and constantly annoyed by Wade’s endless chatter. It was like God had finally decided to plop him in hell where he belonged.

Logan stood under one of the windows. A small alcove carved into the rock, with a kitchenette sitting on the stone floor and decorated with various foods and cooking implements. One of his gloved hands leaned on the wall of the alcove while the other lifted the liquor bottle to his lips. Bitter, biting whiskey flowed into his mouth. Sweet relief.

It was nice and quiet. Wade was unconscious on the only bed in the room. Either knocked out or put to sleep, Logan didn’t care. He was just enjoying the silence that had been vacant from his life for the past two fucking days. It had been an unending stream of quips and jokes ever since that red fucker had barged into his life.

The bronze alcohol swirled in the Jim Beam bottle. Specks of dust and whatever else floated around in this cave sloshed around the bottom. Like always, Logan’s thoughts drifted to you. How you’d playfully scold him for drinking directly from the bottle. How you’d grab him a glass, grumbling the whole time about sanitation, then fill the cup with ice and pour his drink for him. 

Lead pooled in his stomach at the memory. Heavy, nearly crushing in its weight. Logan screwed his eyes shut at the sensation.

He would give anything to have you there with him.

That was why he’d committed to helping Wade in the first place. The red idiot had promised that the TVA would be able to bring you back. That they’d fix Logan’s timeline and make things right. That he’d have you in his arms again, your scent filling his sinuses and your warmth burrowing into his chest.

But, of course, Wade was fucking lying. He had no clue if the TVA could fix Logan’s mistakes. The “Merc with the Mouth” had made an empty promise just so Logan would help him.

Logan grit his teeth then knocked back another swig. Fucking “educated wish.” If Wade could actually die, Logan would’ve killed him for saying that.

“Thor!” Wade gasped from behind him. Logan rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, begging a god he didn’t believe in for patience to deal with this red idiot. He glanced over his shoulder at Wade.

Deadpool was, thankfully, still fully clothed. His red suit entirely covered his disgusting skin and even worse smile. The merc’s eyes, white from the mask he wore, darted around the room. Logan scoffed and shifted his gaze back to the stone wall in front of him.

“Where are we?” Wade asked. Logan shrugged.

“No clue. But I like it here,” he replied, raising the bottle to his lips to take another gulp.

A scuffle from the main entrance way of the room made both men snap their heads in the same direction. Wade scrambled out of the bed, drawing a katana, while Logan used the brief moment to down another swig. If he was gonna fight, he’d need all the alcohol in him he could get.

Katana and sais collided with a sharp clang, sparks flying, as Wade’s sword met two outstretched, three-pronged weapons. The red-suit wearing menace was thrown to the ground by the owner of the sais. A woman, wearing dark reds, with long brown hair and green eyes. She leveled a weapon at Wade’s face.

She stepped away as she stowed her sais in the holsters on her hips. Wade jumped to his feet, briefly dusting off his ass, as he watched the woman step away. Logan continued to chug whiskey like this was the last time he could. For all he knew, it was.

Another person stepped through the entryway. Darker skin, sunglasses, black combat armor, scowl framed by a white-patched beard. This man seemed dangerous. Like a caged animal, just waiting for an opportunity to strike. Logan straightened out to pay better attention to the growing amount of people in the room.

The last person to come through the door was another man. Lighter skin than the previous, with brown hair caged in a black neck piece that covered the sides of his head. The guy wore a brown coat and shining purple combat armor. Cards passed between his dexterous fingers.

Logan watched as the three newcomers settled into the space. The man in black fiddled with some blades hanging on the wall, the woman flipped a sai in her hand, and the man with the brown coat messed with his deck of cards. Logan couldn’t help but chuckle at the trio. Did they think they were something special? The way they walked in, one-by-one and each with their own gimmick, made a sardonic smile quirk at the edges of Logan’s lips.

“Okay,” Wade began, stowing his katana with a flourish, “Look at you… All. You must be the others. Perfect! So, just to refresh…” he said as he looked to the woman, “You are Wonder-” “Elektra,” the woman replied with a grimace.

“Elektra, yes. Who could forget. And you!” Wade continued while shifting his gaze to the man in black, “I was not expecting to see you here! I thought you’d be penetrated by six inches of cold-hard-steel by now.”

The man quirked an eyebrow at the merc from under his sunglasses, “The fuck are you talking about?”

A beat passed.

“Ya know, a ‘Blade,’ like your name? Forget it,” Wade answered. Logan chuckled under his breath, taking another swig.

“I don’t like you,” the man in black, Blade, said.

“Never did!” Wade returned. He pivoted to the man with the brown coat, “And who’s this… Succulent reminder of my own inadequacies? Look at you! You look like the superhero version of Hawkeye!”

The man with the coat smiled, flipping the cards, then said in a heavy accent, “My name is Remy LeBeau. Le Diable Blanc. But you can call me ‘The Gambit.’”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Sling Blade. Hit me again,” Wade responded, gesturing for Remy to continue. Remy smirked at him.

“They call me ‘The Gambit.’”

“Are you sure you didn’t just really, really want them to but it never quite worked out?” Wade asked. Remy ignored the question, shifting his attention to Logan taking another swig of whiskey. Logan cocked an eyebrow at him.

“C’est boude y ya. You know, we never had a Wolverine up in he’e. But I can tell you now, it’s just a common courtesy to ask before you drink up all o’ my liquor,” Remy said with an intense look about his brown eyes.

Logan scoffed, raising the bottle to his lips again, and sneered, “Then it’s a good thing I don’t give a fuck.”

A moment hung between them, filled with tension so thick it’d take Logan’s claws to cut it. Remy laughed quietly while shaking his head.

“Couyon zouave,” he murmured. In a flash, bright violet illuminated his eyes and the card clutched in his hand. He flicked the card at Logan. The Wolverine barely had time to react before the card collided with the whiskey bottle, making it explode in a spray of liquor and glass, leaving just the neck clutched in Logan’s hand.

“Fuck!” Logan cursed, blinking away droplets of whiskey that had splashed in his eyes. He glanced down at the broken bottle. His glare trailed from the broken glass, then to a rack of unopened whiskey bottles hanging on the alcove’s wall. He smirked as he tossed away the broken bottle, keeping his eyes connected with Remy’s, the glass shattering somewhere to his left.

“So embarrassing!” Wade hissed at Logan. The Wolverine ignored him, opting to grab a fresh bottle from the rack.

“Boo boo boo,” Logan sang mockingly. He twisted off the cap and took another long swig.

Logan tuned out the tense conversation between the new trio and Wade. Why should he care? Wade had lied about the TVA fixing Logan’s shit, so none of this mattered. He had already resigned himself to sitting in this cave, bottle of whiskey in his hands, living out the rest of his lonely days in the Void. It was what he deserved.

The liquor lightly burned his throat as he gulped down more whiskey. A dull fog was settling over the edges of his mind. With any luck, he’d be blacked out in an hour or two. The flashes of you that constantly plagued his mind would be subdued, his nightmares would be blissfully absent, and he’d finally be able to rest.

“Who-Who brought us here?” Wade asked loudly to the trio. Logan perked up, also curious about the answer. Last thing he remembered before waking up in the cave was passing out in the van.

“That would be me,” a voice said from a doorway across the cave from Logan. He shifted his gaze to the shadow approaching the room. Feminine, wearing a jean vest and fingerless gloves, with long dark hair and a green backpack slung over her shoulders. She looked between Logan and Wade, “Don’t make me regret it.”

“Shit… Logan, that’s her. That’s X23. She’s the one I told you about,” Wade said to Logan. The Wolverine traced the new girl’s features. Heavy brow bone, hazel eyes, pointed nose, permanent scowl across her lips. Huh.

One last set of footsteps came from the same doorway as X23. Quick, sharp clips of heavy boots along the concrete floors. The person that stepped up next to X23 stole the air from Logan’s lungs.

You.

There you were. Dressed in combat leathers and with a scar across your lip. Hair pulled back away from your face, knife with a blood-filled pommel tucked against your waist, intense eyes immediately meeting his. A small frown pulled at the edges of your lips.

Logan whispered your name under his lips. It was like the floor had been yanked out from under him. He was reeling. And not from the liquor, as he hadn’t had nearly enough to warrant the swirls of emotion clouding his brain.

How?

How were you here? You were dead. Logan saw you die. He was there with you, holding you, comforting you, until your breath rattled for the last time. His head was spinning.

“Oh. My. God! It’s her! Your girlfriend! Holy shit, I thought she would’ve died after the events of Logan 2017!” Wade squealed. The idiot skipped around the pool of water in the center of the room to grab one of your hands in both of his, “Can I just say what an honor it is to finally meet you. I tried earlier in the movie, but you and Lo-Lo were… Preoccupied, to say the least.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Let go of me,” you growled, snatching your hand from Wade’s. He held up his hands in surrender while he backed away slowly.

“Got it. Understood. Not a touchy person,” he said. He sheepishly returned to where he stood before you’d entered the room, “So… How’d you all get stuck in the void?”

Blade sighed, “There was a knock at the door, then the TVA shipped me here.”

“Me too,” Elektra added.

“Maybe I was born here, it’s hard to know fo’ sure,” Remy said, cards passing from one hand to the other.

“The TVA decided our universe was dying. And I never even got a chance to fight for it,” Blade continued gruffly.

Logan’s hyper-focused gaze shifted from you to X23, who was taking calculated steps around the pool toward him. Her hazel eyes trailed up and down his slouched form. He took another hefty drink. What the fuck is happening?

“People like us don’t go quietly. TVA knows that, so they took us out,” you explained, making Logan’s gaze snap back to you. You sounded exactly the same. Your inflection, your accent, the tone of your voice. Even the way you folded your arms over your chest as you spoke was the same.

Wade kissed his first finger then pointed at the group, “The answer is yes. I’m in.”

“In what?” Blade asked tersely. 

“A team! Me, you, you and me! All of us together! Let’s get the fuck out of this place,” Wade said. Logan scoffed.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s a fucking liar,” he exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the merc.

“It was an educated wish!” Wade yelled back.

“Ha!” Logan laughed loudly without humor, diving back into the whiskey. 

“Look,” Wade began, taking a calming breath, “We’ve been inside Cassandra’s lair. The only way out of the Void is through her. She can get us home! She told us.”

Everyone in the room’s attention was fixed on Wade. Blade rose to his feet, Remy’s cards stilled in his hands, Elektra set her jaw as she analyzed Wade’s form, you and X23 took a few steps closer to the merc.

“You’ve been inside? And you made it out alive?” Blade asked incredulously.

“Bullshit! Nobody’s ever done that,” Elektra replied. Her hands fell on the handles of her sais.

“We did,” Wade said proudly.

“Everytime one o’ us has gone up against her… They die,” Remy said, walking further into the room, “The Punisher, the Quicksilver, the Daredevil.”

“Daredevil?” Wade asked, cutting Remy off, and placed a hand over his heart, “Which one? The one with the nice ass, or the one that kills people?”

“They don’t all kill people?” Elektra questioned. Wade looked back and forth between her and a spot on the wall.

“I mean… C’mon guys. Daredevil is the Number One Catholic in all of Marvel. His whole season three arc was a constant back and forth of if he’d actually go through with his first kill. Which, by the way, is rookie numbers if you ask me-”

“It was the Daredevil I know,” Elektra answered, ending Wade’s rambling about things no one in the room quite understood.

“Well, I’m sorry for your loss, then,” Wade said as he clasped his hands together in front of him.

“It’s fine,” Elektra replied with a shrug.

“Ok…” Wade murmured, looking down at his feet. A few moments of silence hung in the cave like mist on a cool morning.

“Even that sweet angel, Johnny Storm. He up an’ gone missing, what, two days ago?” Remy lamented quietly. Blade and Elektra met his mournful look with their own.

“Oh, that’s so sad. Whoever this ‘Johnny’ fella is, I’m sure he’s thriving,” Wade said in a soothing manner. Logan couldn’t help but chuckle in response. Oh yeah, thriving alright. Wade cleared his throat, “Look, there’s strength in numbers! Alright? Us, you guys, we can put Cassandra over our knee and force her to let us out of the Void!” he continued. Blade scoffed at the merc, sitting back down on a crate. Wade was floundering at the disinterest shown by the group, “I know what it means to feel self doubt.”

“I don’t feel that at all,” Elektra said.

“I’m good,” Blade added.

“Gnawing at your gut like a coked-up tapeworm?” Wade pressed, gesturing to his stomach in a wide circle.

“It’s like you’re holding up a mirror to my soul,” Remy said solemnly. Logan bit back another laugh.

Wade approached the trio, “You guys may not be able to save your universes… But you can avenge them! It’s what Johnny woulda wanted!”

That was the wrong thing to say.

“Wait. You knew Johnny?” Elektra asked. Tension spread throughout the room. Every eye fell to the idiot in red. Logan couldn’t help but laugh at the mess the merc had made for himself.

“Oh, yeah. Dickhead here talked him into a team-up and Johnny came down with a little case of the ‘deads,’” Logan explained, sneering at Wade. The merc snapped his head back at Logan.

“No, no. We don’t know that! It was just a flesh wound. He may have survived!” Wade said in an attempt at calming the situation. Logan laughed again, lifting the bottle to his lips.

“If he survived that, he is praying for death,” Logan returned. He took another big gulp of the quickly depleting whiskey.

“Thank you, Doctor Wolverine!” Wade groused at him.

“Spill it!” Blade demanded.

“What’d you do to Johnny, huh? Talk, or I’mma start dealin’,” Remy said, raising a card while his eyes glowed. Wade waved his hands in the air, desperation leaking into his voice.

“Okay, okay. Hey, hey, hey! Look, he ran his fatass mouth about Cassandra! Then she zip-zapped his skin, leaving his organs to splash crudely onto the ground while the soil greedily drank his blood! It was horrible! He was like a brother to me!” he said quickly, providing a very filtered version of what had actually happened, “Look, he died before he could make a difference. But… But, maybe you couldn’t save your worlds… But Jesus Christ, you can save mine!”

“I don’t give a shit about your world. But, if these two made it out of there alive, maybe, together, we can get back in and take her down,” Elektra said, turning to the rest of the group. Remy shook his head.

“Where I come from… We call that ‘suicide’, cher,” he retorted. Elektra sighed as she shifted from foot to foot.

“Maybe if we can block her psychic powers, we could get a leg up. I know it! Now, I know Magneto’s dead… But I’d venture a guess that his helmet is lying around here somewhere,” Wade said, a smile practically leaking through his mask.

“Cassandra melted that helmet,” you replied grimly.

“Fuck!” Wade cursed.

“After she killed him,” Blade added.

“FUCK!” Wade yelled, cradling his head in his hands.

“She don’t play,” Blade said while shaking his head.

“She knows that helmet was the only way to protect anyone from her powers. The only other helmet that strong is Juggernaut’s, but he works for Cassandra,” Elektra explained with an air of indifference.

“Juggernaut’s helmet! That’s it!” Wade said, enthusiasm leaking back into his voice.

“Yeah, we don’t be knowin’ that lid ain’t comin’ off without that dome gonna come off wit’ it,” Remy drawled in response. Wade shifted his attention to him.

“I’m sorry, beautiful, I want this to be gentle,” Wade started, pressing his hands together in a placating manner, “Who is your dialect coach? The Minions? I feel like we’re missing critical exposition here!”

Wade’s question hung in the air, silence following the quip. Logan smirked at the group. It was nice to see other people experience the torment he’s been through for the past two days. Entertaining, even. 

Elektra paced back and forth between Remy and Blade, lower lip caught in her teeth, “I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of hiding. Let’s face it, our worlds forgot about us.”

“Or… Never learned about us,” Remy mumbled to himself.

“The heroes we were,” Elektra continued, disregarding what the Gambit said.

“The lives we saved,” Blade said as he rose from the crate.

“Or wanted… To save,” Remy said, again to himself.

Elektra met Blade’s eyes, hidden behind his glasses, as she said, “Maybe these two are our chance. To be remembered. The way we deserve.”

Logan could feel hope bubbling in the air. It made his stomach turn. There was no way in hell this would work. These guys were just a bunch of washed-up has-beens without a home. Just like him.

His eyes drifted back to you. You were staring intently at Wade, gloved hand resting on X23’s shoulder. You seemed to believe in what the idiot was saying. That there was hope. Logan grit his teeth.

“Yes…” Wade said with an audible grin as he looked between every person in the room.

“An ending,” Elektra whispered.

Blade smiled, “Legacy.”

“Yes! YES!” Wade exclaimed, clapping his hands, “Let this man cook! This is what I’m talkin’ about! Big slow-motion fights, sad music, everybody workin’ together. Who knows if you live or die? That sorta thing! Who’s ready?”

“I was born ready,” Blade replied, flipping a long knife in his hands to the sky.

“Yes! Gambit?” Wade asked as he pointed at Remy.

“I ain’t know my daddy, but I’m sure I shot outta his dick ready,” he answered. There was a pause.

“Jesus Christ, that is graphic,” Wade said.

“Yeah, he was layin’ them buttery nuts all up in my mama an’ I shot out there an’ I said ‘What’s up, doc?’” Remy continued. Logan grimaced at how graphic this guy was. Was there no class anymore?

Wade laughed, “I’m sure Johnny must’ve loved you! X23, what’s it gonna be?”

X23 glanced at Logan, then to you, then back to Wade, “The name’s Laura. And hell yeah, I’m ready.”

“What about you, mama?” Wade asked you.

“If she’s in, I’m in,” you responded, patting Laura on the shoulder. She looked up at you with a small smile.

“Let’s fucking go,” she said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Let’s fucking go!” Wade repeated. The energy in the room was electric. Wide smiles, hopeful glances, muscles tensing under warm skin. Static built in the room like the air before a lightning strike.

“Show ‘em that the chicken ain’t cold,” Blade said with a grin.

“Yeah!” Wade replied.

“We’re doing this,” Elektra said decidedly. Logan shook his head.

“You’re all fucking dead,” he groused. Wade turned on his heel to look at the Wolverine.

“My God, read the room.” 

~~~~

“I’m not going out there, Laura!” you hissed at your daughter.

You and her were in the room you shared. The stone walls, ceiling, and floor kept your conversation private. A queen bed sat in the corner. Rumpled, black sheets lay atop the mattress. You and Laura shared the bed. Neither of you minded, it was something the two of you had grown accustomed to when on that fateful road trip nine years ago.

“I’ve loosened him up for you! He talked about the X-Men and what happened with them. Mama, please. You need to talk to him,” Laura argued.

She sat cross-legged on the bed while you paced back and forth in front of her. A smug smile tugged at the edges of her lips, gloss reflecting in the lamplight. You chewed on your bottom lip. 

“I doubt he even knows me. I probably don’t even exist in his universe. What if he thinks I’m creepy for talking to him? Or what if I’m a mass-murderer? Shit, what if I hurt someone he cared about-” Laura yelled your name, stopping both your pacing and your rambling in their tracks. You paused in front of her. She sighed, pushing herself off the bed and running her palms down your arms.

“Even if you’re no one in his universe, he still needs someone to talk to. Someone like him. Well, more like him. You know what I mean,” she said with a small smile. You shook your head at her.

“I don’t know how much more like him you could be, kid,” you breathed, resting a hand on her jaw. Every day you were blown away at how similar Laura was to Logan. From their smile, to their terrible jokes, to their temper, to the way their eyebrows crinkled in the corners. She was his daughter, through and through.

“I’m not a bazillion years old,” Laura snarked back. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re lucky I won’t make you do push-ups for saying that,” you replied with a fond grin.

“Go talk to him, mama. If not for your sake, or his, then for mine. Please?” Laura begged, giving you the wide eyes that she knew you could never turn down.

You sighed, “Fine. Five minutes. If I don’t come back, assume he’s killed me or something.”

“Or something?” Laura questioned, wiggling her eyebrows. You shoved her away with a groan. She laughed as she landed on the bed.

“Get some sleep, kid. Love ya,” you said as you made for the doorway. You scooped up your boots that sat next to Laura’s. 

“Love you too, mama. Gane la verga!” she called after you as you stepped out of the room. 

You sighed at your daughter’s antics. Thank God she was past the moody teenager phase. That was a nightmare. The constant anxiety, the mood swings, the self-doubt. Only exacerbated by her mutation. Luckily, you were surrounded by dozens of other mutants at the time. What wasn’t so lucky was that the majority of them were also going through that phase at the same time.

A shudder rolled through your spine at the memory. You’d give anything to see the rest of the kids again, they were your reason for being, but you thanked whatever god would listen that most of them were through puberty. Your mind wandered to your little sheep farm as you sat on a crate to pull on your boots.

Images of the flowing grasses swept through your mind. Light breezes sending waves through the fields, buzzing cicadas droning in the surrounding woods, the occasional bleat from a sheep, smells of whatever the kids were cooking wafting through the white-wood house. 

Logan would’ve loved living there.

It was peaceful. Serene. Secret. Not once in the eight years you’d lived there had the humans discovered your school. It had helped that there wasn't an influx of new students everyday, drawing the public eye to your property. Most of the kids were the ones that had been created by Transigen. Others were some you’d picked up along the way to the farmhouse. A family made of broken pieces.

But there was always that one, Logan-shaped, missing piece. You would feel it when you’d wake up to the spot next to you cold and empty, or when you’d talk with a kid about your past and would instinctively look to Logan for his input. Only, he was never there. 

His death had left a void in your heart. You’d tried your best to fill it by surrounding yourself with love and compassion. Listening to the laughter of your kids, smelling the flowers Bobby grew in the garden, eating the food Amanda and Leah would prepare with care. The love for your kids could only go so far.

Seeing Logan, or this variant of him, had hit you like a punch to the gut. He had his eyes, his hair, his smile lines. He even had his beard trimmed in the same way. But he was young. Remarkably younger than when your Logan had passed. Only a few grays dotted along the variant’s dark beard, fewer wrinkles cracked in the corners of his eyes, and he still had that undeniable energy about him that initially drove you wild. Like a predator trapped in a room full of prey.

“Lost in thought, cher?” Remy asked as he stepped up next to you, snapping you out of your swirling mind. You smiled up at him.

“Just a little, bon ami,” you replied. You’d made it a point to learn French when you’d been thrown into the Void. If only to be able to understand the Gambit better when he went on one of his rambles.

Remy pulled a crate up in front of you and sat on the top. A single card, the ace of diamonds, flipped in his left hand, “Whatchu thinkin’ about?”

“Laura’s convinced me to talk with the big, bad, Wolverine outside,” you joked in an attempt to mask your anxiety. You tugged on the laces of your boots.

“Ah, le couyon zouave. That man’s gonna drink me outta house an’ home,” Remy mused. You chuckled at him calling Logan “silly goose.” Remy adjusted in his seat, throwing the back of his coat over the crate, “You gonna talk to him? ‘Bout what?”

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders, “No fucking clue. Maybe to make sure I’m not a serial killer in his universe.”

“Ha! I’d like to see that, cher. You’d be a killer serial-killer,” he replied with a wide grin. It was hard not to smile back. Remy just had a way of lighting up a room. If not by his charm, then by his explosive cards.

“I wonder what my serial-killer name would be,” you joked as you finished tying your shoes. Remy chuckled in response.

“Hmm, if I gotta be Le Diable Blanc, maybe you could be La Démon Rouge,” he wondered aloud. You shook your head at the word choice.

“Matt already had the whole ‘red devil’ thing going on. Wouldn’t wanna step on any crime-fighting toes,” you responded, pushing yourself to your feet. Remy stood from his seat as well. His eyes passed between both of yours.

“It ain’t just wonderin’ ‘bout your other self, is it, cher?” he asked. This guy could read you like an open book. You ground your back teeth.

“No… I guess not,” you muttered as you folded your arms across your chest. What did you expect from the looming conversation? Comfort in your grief? A drinking buddy? Or would Logan completely blow you off? 

“How ‘bout you take two bottles and loosen him up, yeah?” Remy offered with a grin. You eyed him suspiciously. Prying liquor from the Gambit was like pulling teeth from an angry leopard. He laughed at your incredulous expression, “To learn about your serial-killerness.”

You smiled at the man you considered to be a friend after half a year of knowing each other. Remy was the easiest to grow close with. Charm flowed from him like sunlight through an open window. Out of the people you’d chosen to ally yourself with, Remy was the one you could stomach spending time with.

“I appreciate it, bon ami. I really do,” you thanked with a wide smile. He clapped a hand on your upper back.

“Of course, you pauvre bȇte. Lord knows you ain’t had much action in a while, huh?” he quipped, making you cough as you choked on some spit. He patted your back as he said, “I swear, if that fils de putain don’t gobble you up, I may jus’ do it myself.”

“Thank you,” you wheezed between coughs. What else were you supposed to say to something like that? Remy’s lack of a filter always had you doubled over. Whether in shock or from laughing, it was a toss-up.

“Now, go talk up that rougarou, huh? Give yourself an unforgettable night before your untimely demise,” Remy said with finality, giving your shoulder a little push past him. You stumbled a bit before you managed to catch yourself.

Ignoring the growing heat across your face and neck, you thanked Remy again and grabbed two bottles of whiskey from the rack. The amber liquid sloshed inside the unopened bottles. You approached the stone doorway that opened into the great outdoors. Smoke particles drifted in on the gentle breeze. After another smell, you figured that there must be a campfire not far from the entrance.

Steeling your nerves, you stepped out of the cave. Grass and moss clung to the outside of the cave like tight clothing. Your boots squished in the rain-soaked mud. Deep footprints from Laura and Logan dug into the dirt. The trail led away from the cave, to the left, and to a crackling light about a quarter mile away.

You could just barely make out a figure sitting on a log by the campfire. Elbows leaning on his knees, yellow suit hugging his body, brown hair glowing like a sunset in the firelight. Logan.

The trilling of bugs filled your ears as you approached. Loud drones, often followed by quieter ones, echoed from the tree branches and around your anxiety-ridden form. You usually found solace in the sounds of nature. Enjoying the smells that followed rain, appreciating the sounds of different birds and bugs, gazing lovingly at flowers and different types of trees.

All the constant droning did was increase your cortisol levels. 

Your heart pounded against your ribs as you reached the log ring. Four large logs sat in a square around a burning campfire. Smoke curled from the fire and into the night air. Long shadows chased each other the further they danced away from the light.

“I said I ain’t lookin’ for company,” Logan growled under his breath. You froze in place. This is a mistake. This is a mistake. This is a mistake.

“Need a refill?” you squeaked despite the raging thoughts inside your head.

Logan spun on the log he was perched on. His hazel eyes, practically emerald in the firelight, were wide as they connected with yours. Confusion etched its way across his furrowed brow.

“What’re you doin’ out here?” he asked. The empty bottle clutched in his hands reflected the light like fireflies trapped in the glass. You swallowed a knot the size of a baseball.

“Thought you could use a drinking buddy. Seeings as we’re gonna die tomorrow,” you explained, raising the bottles so he could see them better. He stared at you for a few moments. It was nearly impossible to read his expression. And, unfortunately, you were out of practice.

Logan huffed, a mask of indifference settling over his face once more, as he turned back to the fire, “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity,” you replied quickly. His eyes traced over your face warily. You squared your shoulders as you met his glare, “I could use a drink with someone my age.”

Logan laughed at that, the sound fast and harsh. His head hung low as he shook it back and forth. A hopeful grin pulled at the edges of your lips.

“Grab some log,” he sighed after a few moments. You did your best to hide the wave of enthusiasm that threatened to break your cool demeanor. The bark of the log dug into your palm, leaving indents in the flesh, as you sat to Logan’s left. 

Warmth washed over your front from the crackling fire. Comforting, like a heated blanket during a blizzard. You held out a bottle to him, the liquid sending bent light across his scowling face.

Nothing happened for a few moments. Logan continued to glare at the offered bottle as it filled the space between the two of you. Apprehension started gnawing at your gut.

“It’s not poisoned, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you quipped in an attempt to lighten the mood. Logan smirked, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

His gloved hand wrapped around the base of the bottle, taking the whiskey from your outstretched hand. Thick fingers worked the lid open and chucked it into the crackling fire. A log split down near the embers.

“So, what’s your story?” Logan asked after a beat, raising the bottle to his lips. The question caught you by surprise. You worked on your response as you opened your bottle.

“Laura and I ended up here about a year ago. Or, you know, the equivalent,” you began. Bitter liquor filled your mouth as you took a sip. The whiskey flowed down your throat in a sharp-edged stream. You grimaced at the taste, “Jesus, that’s strong.”

“Not a fan of hard liquor?” Logan asked, almost teasingly. You cleared your throat to ease the sting.

“It’s not that. Just haven’t had a drink in… Shit, nine years?” you explained as the whiskey settled in your stomach. Logan hummed in response.

“How come?” he pressed. You cocked an eyebrow at him. He didn’t care to elaborate on why he was asking so many questions, opting to take another long swig instead. You blew a puff of air out through pursed lips.

“In my world, you… Uh, well, you died. Didn’t want to drink without you,” you said, your gaze fixed on the bottle’s opening, “We were on the run from this company called Transigen. They had samples of a shit ton of the X-Men’s DNA, and used the samples to make their own mutants. Grew the kids in a lab. Not even bothering to give them names,” you bit out gruffly. Recounting Laura’s past always left a bad taste in your mouth. You downed another swig, wincing slightly, then said, “A nurse got Laura out of there, along with a bunch of other kids. They all got separated, though. Laura and the nurse ended up contacting Logan for help. Logan, or uh, I guess you, was a limo-driver at the time. The nurse wanted us to take Laura to this location in North Dakota.”

“And I said yes?” Logan asked suspiciously, “Doesn’t sound like me.”

You laughed lightly, “I was the one to convince you. I mean, she was your daughter. Couldn’t just turn her down, right?”

“I dunno,” he muttered under his breath. You didn’t get a chance to press further before he was taking another sip. You chewed on your bottom lip.

“Charles was the main advocate for helping Laura. Him and I managed to wear Logan down enough for that grump to help. So, the four of us piled in the limo in El Paso and made for North Dakota. The trip was… It wasn’t smooth. We lost Charles along the way,” you said, grief beginning to bubble up your throat. You blinked away the tears pricking behind your eyelids, “Transigen had made an exact clone of Logan that they used to hunt us down. That clone killed Charles.”

The loss of your mentor, your longest friend, still washed over you like churning waves in a storm. Charles Xavier was the first person to show you an ounce of kindness. He was the one to house you, to help you figure out your mutation, to introduce you to the X-Men. To the Wolverine.

“I’m sorry,” Logan mumbled. His eyes were still fixed on his bottle, “Losing Chuck was hard. Real hard. I know how it feels.”

“Thanks,” you breathed in response. 

Logan gave you a curt nod as he drank from his bottle. You spun the neck of your bottle between your fingers.

“After Logan’s clone attacked and Charles died, Logan was pretty messed up. See, his adamantium skeleton had been slowly poisoning his blood ever since it was put in him. Leeching metal into his veins and robbing him of his healing mutation. Even I couldn’t patch him up, and that’s my specialty,” you explained with a brief, humorless laugh, “We still managed to make it to North Dakota. Laura took over driving for a bit while I worked on stitching Logan up. Seeing her, only eleven, driving better than he did made me glad he was unconscious.”

That last remark made Logan throw you an irritated glare. You chuckled in response, his reaction so fucking similar to how your Logan would react. Eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched, scowl pulling on his lips. 

“I’m kidding,” you said in an attempt to ease the annoyed Wolverine.

“Uh-huh,” he huffed. You could just barely see an upward tick on the edge of his scowl.

“God, where was I… We made it to North Dakota. Logan was on the mend after I’d managed to stitch up several stab wounds. Laura brought us to this ranger station looking out over the border between Canada and North Dakota. A shit ton of the kids from Transigen were there. Holed up, hiding from those assholes who wanted them back. The kids told us they were planning to cross the border to escape Transigen. I wanted to help them, to make sure the crossing went well, but Logan was still too injured.”

Bile started to burn at the back of your throat. Watching the color drain from his face, your partner for thirty years, was one of the worst experiences of your long life. Feeling utterly helpless as the energy faded from the once immortal Wolverine.

“The next morning, the kids tried to cross into Canada. But Transigen had found them. They were chasing those poor kids through the woods, hunting them down and either killing or restraining them. Logan and I just barely made it there to prevent any other kids from getting hurt. He would slice up the Transigen cronies while I’d escort the kids away. Quite the asshole-fighting team,” you recounted with a frown. Now comes the hard part, “The clone was released into the woods after us. It managed to grab a hold of Logan before I could do anything. It… It killed him. Stabbed a fucking tree through his chest. And I didn’t even get a chance to stop it.”

Hot trails of tears started leaking down your heated cheeks. Shaky breaths rattled inside your lungs. You wiped away the moisture gathering under your eyes. God, it was hard to talk about what’d happened.

A large hand rested on your shoulder. The palm warm, strong, gloved. You looked up through wet eyelashes. 

Logan looked at you with an understanding you couldn’t quite place. Like the same kind of grief that had you in a chokehold had its claws in him, too. Like he knew exactly what you were going through. You sniffed back a sob. 

“I can guess the rest, doll,” he said softly. His fingers squeezed gently at your shoulder. Your breath caught behind your lips.

Doll.

That’s what your Logan had called you.

“Did-Did I exist in your universe, Logan?” you asked, desperate to shift the conversation away from your grief. Logan inhaled sharply, eyes darting away from yours.

“Uh… Yeah. You did. You, uh, died too,” he responded quietly. The hand not on your shoulder, still gripping the whiskey, lifted the bottle to his lips, “I held you as you died.”

A heavy silence settled over the two of you. Lead-lined heartache tugged at your chest and made it hard to breathe. Logan downed another swig.

You lifted a slightly trembling hand up to the one on your shoulder. Your fingers traced gently over the blue material, the fabric rough under your calluses, then you laced your digits with his. Logan froze where he sat.

“Is this okay?” you asked softly, afraid to break the calm quiet around the two of you. A charged moment passed.

“Yeah,” Logan replied huskily. His fingers adjusted to hold your hand tighter against his palm. Your heart started to kick up behind your ribs.

The two of you sat like that for a few minutes. Quiet, the night air only disturbed by the droning bugs or the crackling fire, Logan’s fingers laced with yours. It felt… Good. Right. Like some of the weight that had piled on these past nine years was growing a little lighter.

“Laura was out here earlier,” Logan said, interrupting the silence. You looked at him from the corner of your eye. He sighed as he took another drink, “Tried to convince me to help out tomorrow. That I’m actually worth a damn.”

The harsh words caught you off guard. Where is this coming from?

“You are worth a damn, Logan. In every universe,” you replied. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He shook his head, frown deepening across his lips.

“No. No, you don’t understand. After you died, I…” he muttered then sighed, hanging his head low. You gave him a few quiet moments to collect his thoughts. It seemed the weight of the universe was piled on his broad shoulders, “After I lost you, I started drinking. Every second I was awake, I was drinking. I didn’t want to think, or remember, or feel. I just wanted to be numb.”

He exhaled a shaky breath. His hazel eyes screwed shut as memories seemed to flash in his mind. You rubbed soothing circles into the back of his gloved hand.

“Everyone in that fucking mansion died because of me. Because I was too fucking drunk to help when the humans came. I…” Logan trailed off. He avoided your gaze as he took another long gulp of liquor. He swallowed noisily, then said, “I ain’t worth shit, doll.”

You took a few moments to absorb his words. The self-pity, the agony, the remorse. You bit your lip as you tried to construct what you’d say. Talking with an upset Logan was difficult, to say the least. One word out of place and he’d shut down.

“Have you ever helped someone, Logan?” you asked, shifting your gaze from the dancing flames to his hunched form. He cocked an eyebrow at you. You bit your lip, then continued, “I mean, really helped someone. Like, you risked your own safety to help out someone you didn’t even know. Whether it be helping an old lady crossing the street, getting a little kid’s cat out of a tree, or even saving someone’s life. Have you helped anyone out like that?”

Logan was quiet for a few moments. He swirled the amber liquor, the bottle now half-full. He cleared his throat, “I have.”

“And how did you feel afterwards?” you pressed.

“I dunno. Good, I guess,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze. You shifted on the log so you were facing him.

“Then you are worth something. Even if it was something as small as holding open the door for someone, you improved that person’s life. You made a positive impact. You could have shaped the course of that person’s whole existence with that one, simple action. And, if I know you like I think I do, you’ve done way more than just holding open the door for someone. You’re worth far more than you know, Lo.”

It seemed your spiel had left Logan speechless. He stared at you, wide-eyed, as your words settled into the night air around you. The silence between you stretched on for so long, you were beginning to think you might have said the wrong thing.

“What did you just call me?” he breathed. The hand holding yours tightened its grip. Anxiety started to leak into your mind.

“Uh… Lo?” you answered apprehensively. Did he not like the nickname?

Without warning, the hand holding yours shifted to cradling your jaw. He tugged you towards him, liquor bottle forgotten on the forest floor, as Logan crashed his lips into yours.

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Gouache on Calculators by Kim Taehyung | Calcu-LATER (1)

Pairing: Art Major!Kim Taehyung x Math Major!Reader, Jimin x reader-ish

Summary:  Math never fails you. The numbers might not always make sense, but you know there must be a solution. Everything fits together like a perfect puzzle, like your tidy life and solitary living…until Kim Taehyung spills paint all over your notebook. He, quite literally, trips into your life.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Angst, Angst with happy ending, Light Topics, humor

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Uh, it’s not this dark i swear,  slight Internalized homophobia, Drinking, Cheating, uh uh uh it’s going to be a ride.

Word Count: 2.7k Words

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       Mr. Erich was a slow talker. You could almost understand why Jimin was falling asleep next to you. Almost. Jimin wasn’t someone you really considered a close friend, but then again, you didn’t have many close friends. 

      The teacher continued droning on about number theory. You placed your head down on the desk, but your hand continued writing your notes. Staying up late last night wasn’t the best idea, but you needed to write an essay on Anaxagoras, a greek philosopher. 

     You hated philosophy. But you loved your mother and your mother had urged you to take a class that didn’t only involve numbers. 

     Jimin was snoring peacefully and you glanced over at him. It wasn’t exactly your issue so you looked away and went back to following the lesson. A few minutes later, he jerked awake and groaned audibly.

      A few people in the seats around looked at him quizzically. You shrunk lower in your seat. You didn’t want to attend class, too many people and it made your heart race, but you needed to pass this class and so you, sadly, must attend.

        Many knew Jimin as the son and heir to BigHit, the large business conglomerate that had wealth that made even the 1% drool, but to you he was just that guy who fell asleep in Calculus and cheated off your notes. Objectively, this was annoying. Subjectively…

     You felt him staring out of the corner of your eye. He was looking pointedly at your notes. Subjectively, you didn’t care enough. If he didn’t pay attention in class, that was his problem and you didn’t feel one way or another. At the bottom of your notes, you wrote, Pay attention. 

He wrote that down too without a second thought. 

   You were busy. You were always busy. In fact, you had an extremely important Algebra assignment to do and you knew you could get it done as long as no one bothered you-

“Oh my god.” 

    A man with blonde hair and a light blue beret stood in front of you. In his hands was a tray of spilled over paints; paints that were now on you. You tilted your head. 

“Can you move?” You spoke up after a while. 

“I’m so sorry!” He seemed unfrozen and hurried after you as you brushed by. 

“Uh, can you go away?” 

“I know you’re probably really mad! Do you want money or something? I can buy you new clothes or-wait that sounds weird.” 

“Clothes?” You glanced down and then realized the state of your wardrobe. 

    You were splattered with red, green, and yellow paint. You then glanced at your notebooks, also, helpfully, coated in a thin layer of paint. More importantly, your beautiful TI-84 calculator was ruined. 

     You opened your mouth, furiously holding up your calculator, but the man continued rambling on. Annoying. But somewhat entertaining, you supposed. 

“You got paint on my-” 

“Let me take you out! Somewhere nice? I’ll buy you a coffee!” He tore off some notebook paper and scribbled some numbers down. You paused. What was he doing? 

“Besides, it’s not paint, it’s Gouache.” He announced proudly, shoving the paper into your already full arms. 

“But that- you still got-”

“Taehyung!” Jimin called from behind you. You turned and the man winced. “Oh, Taehyungie has never been too neat, sorry about him. Anyway, we gotta go, Tae. Yoongi just called and Jungkook set fire to the carpet again.” 

“He really needs to change his major to something a little less dangerous.” 

“What is this, the third time?”

“I don’t know, but we need to go, Tae-”

“What’s his major?” You questioned.

“Philosophy.” They both said in unison. 

“Anyway gotta go!” Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s hand and started speed walking away. 

“You got paint on my calcu-”

“Later!” Jimin shouted over his shoulder, his eyes lingered on you for a moment.

    Did you have something on your face? You swiped at your cheek and he grinned, turning back around and following Taehyung.

    Once they were out of sight, you juggled your notebooks around until you could successfully pick up the paper. 278-367-5433 ;). You scoffed at the numbers, something you did often, and crumpled it up. 

“Art majors. What a waste of trees” You muttered and trudged back to your dorm. 

 “I’m so stuck on this problem, Y/N, you’ve gotta help me.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my friend?”

“I’m not your friend, Jimin.” You moved the phone to your other shoulder and continued working. 

“But-”

“Bye.” 

      You hung up and groaned, massaging your temple. Your room could be seen as lonely. Plain white paint sat on dull gray walls. There wasn’t a speck of trash or clothing littered on the floor. You lived an orderly life. Tidy. Your eyes strayed to your hamper. 

      Your clothes from earlier were spilling out of the top. A splash of color on a black and white canvas. You scrunched your nose and looked away in disgust. You had never understood the point of art. What did anyone ever see in it? It was meaningless. You looked back to your notes. 

      These numbers meant something. They meant the height of a ladder leaning against a building, the measurements of a bridge, and where Mary Jane would end up in 400 minutes if she’s going five miles an hour on a circular road. It was pretty deep. 

      You looked at your watch. Then you moved your attention to the window. Your dorm overlooked the sprawling center of campus. The place was a concrete playground, but with the extensive arts program, it was always covered in colorful murals and art pieces. 

       You didn’t have a roommate and you liked it that way. You had always preferred to be alone. Others called you anti-social, but, to put it another way, if there was an apocalypse and it was just you and another person alive in the entire world, you would probably leave them for dead. Life was simpler alone. 

       Besides, you wouldn’t have to deal with people chastising you about not picking up on “social cues” or whatever the hell those were. How were you supposed to know that when someone leans in real close, they want to kiss you? It seemed quite arbitrary in your mind. 

      Your phone was buzzing again. 

“What do you want?” 

“Please Y/N! This. Is. Really. Hard.” 

“Jimin, figure it out. How are you going to pass midterms if you can’t understand algebra?” 

“Ouch.”

“I mean that in the most sincere way.” You relented. 

“You’re so mean, Y/N.”

   Your eyebrows rose. That certainly wasn’t the first time you’d heard those words. 

“I’m honest. You could go ask the teacher or something.”

“He told me to ask you.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

You heard him let out a dry laugh on the other side and rustling of sheets. 

“You’re really good at math, Y/N.”

“I hate number theory.” You objected. 

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not good at it!” 

“Shut up. I’m going to hang up now.” 

“Wait no-”

Beep. 

     People were annoying. That’s what you had decided. You weren’t trying to stick out like a sore thumb, but getting in the flow of other people and understanding all the shit they wanted you to understand was hard. 

     You put your pencil back down onto the page and continued writing. You reached for your calculator, groaning when you realized the paint had covered the display. 

“Great. Just great.” 

      You set the calculator aside, feeling a little sentimental. After all, you’d had that thing since seventh grade. Your phone buzzed again. Jimin jesus chr-

“Yes?” You picked up. 

“What is this So ka toe ah everyone is telling me about.”

“How did you pass trig without sohcahtoa?” 

“Tell me!” 

“Ask Taehyung.”

“Taehyung is an art major and hasn’t had to be proficient in math since the fifth grade!” 

“Sin, cosine, tan. Bye.” 

Beep. 

     You massaged the crease between your eyebrows and your attention got caught by the darkened campus. The gross fluorescent campus lights lit up the concrete. Freshmen were running wild, happy with their newfound freedom, and seniors were leaving for clubs or parties. The lights in the dorm buildings across campus began turning on one by one. 

     You searched your pockets for the crumpled paper. When you didn’t find any, you made your way to your hamper and dug around the pockets of your paint smothered clothing. 

“Aha.” You unfolded the paper and dialed the number. You didn’t feel like talking, but Jimin was driving you up the wall. 

“Taehyung, right?” You said as he picked up. 

“Yeah? Changed your mind?”

“No. I’m going to make this short and sweet, tell Jimin to stop calling me for math help. Thanks.” You hung up and went back to your work. 

     So, technically, you were done with work, but being done with work meant that you were free and if you were free, that meant you had no excuse not to go out. And you needed an excuse to avoid people. You opened up your textbook and frowned at the various graphs and equations. You had already done all of them for fun this summer. 

“Hey, Y/N, a bunch of us in the dorm are going out, wanna come?” The hall monitor knocked on your door. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job?” You looked back with a confused expression. 

“Charming as ever I see.” She chuckled. 

“Come on, Jasmine, Y/N never wants to go out anyway.” Another girl shouted. 

“I know! I just wanted to be nice!” Jasmine shouted out, as if you weren’t right there. 

“What would be nice is if you left.” You said, your voice monotone and matter of fact. 

“Alright then. If you need anything, just text or call.”

“You won’t pick up anyway.” You whispered under your breath, but Jasmine was already gone. 

 “You forgot that this has to be positive, Jimin.” You leaned over him like an overbearing mother. 

“But that doesn’t make sense!”

“You’re dividing two negatives. They cancel out.” You explained, a frown twisting onto your face. 

       There was a long silence as you watched him scribble down the new numbers. The library was relatively quiet. The giggles of a group in the corner would pierce the peaceful ambience every now and then, but the librarian would always shush them and they’d die down. 

     Jimin cleared his throat, pulling your attention back to this study session. You moved across the table and sat at your seat again. You just sat and stared at him. He was intriguing. He made silly mistakes that he should honestly understand for being a junior in college. His eyes flicked up to you three times and back to his paper. 

“Well, this is awkward.” He said after a while. 

“Is it?” You shrugged and continued staring him in the eye. He shifted awkwardly and looked away. 

“Why are you staring at me?” He whispered. 

“Oh, do you want me to stop?” 

His mouth opened and closed then he looked back at his paper, his ears turning red. 

“Are you coming on to me?” He murmured. 

“What? No, why would I do that?” You said, disgusted, and returned to your work. 

       To be clear, you weren’t disgusted with him, but you were disgusted at the idea that you would come onto him. After all, you were just here for math and Jimin was just here because he needed help studying, obviously. He looked like you had just slapped him. You honestly didn’t see an issue. 

“You know, my parents are pretty traditional and they want me to bring a girl home this holiday season. You’re the only girl I’m really close friends with.” He began. You felt his eyes on you and you looked up. 

“Uh, alright? That sounds like a problem. Who are you going to take then?”

“You’re really dense, aren’t you?”

“I’m not dense.” You defended. “You need to expand your friend group.” 

“I was wondering if you could come along?”

“What?” Your furrowed your eyebrows. “Absolutely not.”

“It wouldn’t be anything romantic, just-” 

    A man with mint green hair and a slim build walked past and Jimin’s eyes followed him. You followed his line of sight. 

“....We can just go as friends, you know?” 

You nodded solemnly. “Just friends, Jimin.”

“You’ll go?”

“Only if you promise me it’s just friends because I really don’t want to have to deal with romance.” You huffed, picking up your pencil and jotting down numbers. “You already have my number, just send me the details.”

“Thank you!” 

      The librarian shot him a glare and he lowered his voice. 

“You’re a real lifesaver.” He whispered. 

“I know.” You narrowed your eyes and then began to pack up your things. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to do. Bye.” 

“What, but we just-” 

“Yeah I know, but I’m sort of sick of talking to people and I helped you with your work so I’ve got to go work on Philosophy.” 

“Philosophy? I didn’t take you as a philosophy person.”

“Me neither.”

     Aha! You knew you recognized Taehyung from somewhere. You ran your finger over the screen. The list of student names in your philosophy class was displayed. 

“Kim Taehyung. KTaehyung24@WillowsUniversity.edu.” You murmured 

“Whatcha doing?” Jasmine leaned against your doorway. 

“Just...research.” You explained lamely. 

“I see.” The hall monitor came inside and sat on your bed. “You never go out, Y/N. I’m worried about you.” 

“Okay, and?” You glanced at her as she sat cross legged on the bed. Great. She’s wrinkling the sheets. 

“Well, as a friend-”

“We’re not friends.”

“-and hall monitor, I command that you go out this weekend. Do something with your college life. I think you might regret not doing anything fun later on.” She prodded softly. 

“This is fun.” You gestured to the scattered math homework pages across the desk. 

“Right… well, just keep it in mind.” She stood and moved to your door. 

“Jasmine?”

“Yeah?” She paused, turning to look at you. You read over your philosophy work and then your essay.

“You ever think that there are so many people in your life, but no one is really a part of it?”

“You’ve got to stop with the philosophy, Y/N. It feels weird coming from you.” She laughed.

       You didn’t find anything funny in that. She looked awkwardly from you to the door, expecting you to chuckle along, but you remained silent, blinking at her. She shivered and left without another word. 

      The second she was gone, you stood abruptly and smoothed out the bed sheets, but as you did that, more wrinkles appeared on the other side. You felt the anxiety pouring out of you and you rushed to smooth down the other side, but more and more wrinkles kept appearing like disgusting bugs that wouldn’t die. You let out a frustrated sigh and tore all the sheets off your bed. 

       You took the ruler off your desk and measured out the width and height, then calculated how much extra cloth is needed on both sides for it to be perfectly centered. Then you marked it off and remade the bed. You felt yourself calming as order was restored. 

    You thought back to Jasmine’s words. Go out? Absolutely not. Then you looked at the crumpled paper on your desk. 

“Fine, Jasmine.” You pursed your lips and dialed the number once more. 

“Y-ello?” Taehyung’s voice rumbled through the speaker. 

“I want a coffee, but I’d prefer to go somewhere quiet.”

“Straight to the point I see.”

“Polite niceties take up too much time. When are you available?” “Whenever you are, love.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright. Uh…” There was a long pause and you heard rustling in the background. “Sorry just grabbing a piece of paper.”

“Why are you apologizing? There’s nothing to apologize for.” You said quickly, eager to get this conversation over with. 

“I’m free this Saturday?” 

“Works for me.” You said. You didn’t need to check your calendar to know you had nothing to do. 

“Great see you then.” He said stiffly.

“Yup.”

“Uh...bye?”

“Alright.” 

Beep. 

      Now it was time to overthink the arrangement until Saturday.

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[pillowfluffs]

Wishes!Hyungwon

Pairing: Hyungwon X Reader (Gender Neutral) 

Genre: fluffff, angst

Author’s Note: gave me sleepy!Changkyun vibes a bit tbh, at least that’s what I felt while writing this hehe. special thanks to @mazey-chan​ for always being there for me and being one of the greatest friends i’ve made here. I hope this destroys you bb 🥰

Warning: death

*Suggestion!! Listen to Puzzle Piece by NCT Dream to set the mood!! Please listen repeatedly as you read!!* 

Heavy clouds concealed the blue sky behind it, letting a coldness run through the city

Thunder rumbled his cries every now and then, stirring you from your sleep

Hyungwon laud beside you as he stared out the window of your bedroom, intrigued as always from the view of the skyline

He remembered how warm and nicely the last light of the day was mixed with the tone of your skin

the image of you was ingrained in his memory forever

no physical picture or view seen on his travels could compare to that sunset with you 

Fireworks set off, ablaze in his heart every moment he got to spend with you

it felt so nice when he got to know you, feeling more and more complete the closer the two of you got together

Never hesitated to pull you closer and closer every time you two touch

Your shared room was as simple still as the day the two of you moved into this apartment

Walking through the door, the first thing you saw was the queen-sized bed with the white sheet, blankets, and pillows, matching the walls

The light brown wood headboard was the first contrast you saw

To the left of the doorway in the corner was the bathroom with a sink, shower, and separate bathtub which sealed the deal for you when Hyungwon and you were apartment hunting

Then another door in the bathroom led to the closet

To the right from the door was the window, stretching from the floor to ceiling, with the glass sliding door that led to the balcony 

The two of you shared wine, taking in the view of the city and each other, letting the moment go by slowly, imprinting in both of your minds and bodies 

To the right against the wall was the bookshelf, filled with some books but also pictures and decorations the two of you picked out

The night he gave you a promise ring, promising to never leave your side no matter what as the two of you stood under a cherry blossom tree that had string lights hanging from the branches

A special little part of the city, a place he deemed to be your special place with him

He confessed his feelings for you there, gave you the ring, and there was so much more he dreamed to give and say and do with you there

It became a routine where you wiped the dust and cleaned the picture frames every couple of weeks whenever you cleaned the apartment

The rain outside seemed to grow heavier and heavier as the day began

You sleepily hugged his pillow close to your chest whenever you slept now

You reached over, looking at the time, letting happiness and relief wash over you as a smile crept onto your face

You had a day off, and it was perfect since you dreaded the days you had to go into the city while Mother Nature cried her eyes out

To start the day, you headed into the dim bathroom which was usually filled with the bright light of the morning through the skylight

You stretched as you started the day, using the bathroom and then beginning your routine

First, you brushed your teeth as you played simple music, songs that were upbeat, but not overbearingly in your face

Then you washed your face and brushed through your hair

He loved seeing how you did things, so organized and just so you every day

He stood in the doorway and took you in

Your hair had gotten longer and maybe you got even a little taller, but he still stood a whole head above you

One of the smaller things he loved about you endlessly: how easy it was for him to just press kisses to the top of your head whenever, wherever

How if you wanted to kiss him, though, you would have to go on your tippy-toes, making his heart do flips in his chest

He loved teasing you when it came to kisses, but of course, he never teased too long

He couldn’t resist your eyes, how it made him feel like you could touch his soul and heal him from the inside out whenever you looked into his eyes

The way you pouted your lips when things didn’t go your way too much, puffing up your cheeks

He walked down the hall from the bedroom and stretched his long body over the couch

He turned, hugging the pillows and letting the smell of you intoxicate him

Happiness welled up within him since you got to take a day off

It had been a while since you got to just relax and enjoy yourself, which also gave him the opportunity to see you

Both of your schedules were hectic, never giving any time for you to enjoy yourself in the comfort of your home and in the comfort of silence

He stayed on the couch as you went on with your day, following you around, making sure you ate well

He remembered the night when work had become too much to bear

He pulled you from your seat despite your tired protests and changed your computer window

Soft instrumental music played as he turned off the bright lights and let the small light over the sink shine

He swayed gently to the music, holding your face in his hands as he looked into your strained eyes

“You need to breathe,” he said as soft as the music

You sighed as you held his hands under yours, kissing his wrist

He brought your head to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your head and temples, down to your lips

You melted against him as you clenched the bottom of his shirt with your hands

He pulled from the kiss and gave you a little smile

He wrapped his arms around your head and shoulders while you wrapped yours around his waist

The two of you swayed to the music playing quietly from your laptop

He knew how much you hated stressful circumstances especially since you weren’t the best with them

If he could, he would blow all the stress out of your life, letting you live peacefully 

He hummed softly to the music, letting his body move on its own against yours in the dark night, forgetting the world beyond the walls of the apartment

In his mind, the two of you were the only ones in his world and he wouldn’t ask for anyone more

He wished for more nights like that, helping you melt your stress away until they are long forgotten

Staying up with you brewing coffee and tea, anything you wanted and needed

But sleep was a precious thing, especially now that your work started a little bit earlier 

Any moment with you was precious and he loved every single one

But his favorites were when the two of you could just take each other in during the quietest moments

Moments like today

You played music from your phone throughout the house as you cleaned, tidying the bedroom, bathroom and finally worked your way towards the kitchen and finally the living room

He hung out on the bed, following you, making sure to stay out of your way as much as he could, then flopped onto the brown leather couch as soon as you finished the bedroom

“You should be relaxing,” he called as he laid on the couch, watching you work your way down the fall as you vacuumed and wiped the picture frames hung up on the wall

You heard nothing but the music, smiling at all the pictures of the two of you from past dates

He didn’t speak again, only to shake his head smiling at you smiling at the picture

At least you were enjoying your chores  

Although he did bicker with you before about sharing it more equally, you insisted on the cleaning portion of living together since you had seen the way he lived in college

It wasn’t the best, but it was enough for it to be not to your liking

you stared at the picture the two of you had most likely got printed, smiling thinking back to that night about more than a year ago 

Hyungwon led you throughout the city, holding your hand, swinging it lightly as the two of you walked through your special place, going through the stores one by one, eating to your heart's content 

“Did you like today?” Hyungwon asked as he steered with one hand on the wheel while the other held your hand

traffic wasn’t too bad surprisingly, but even if it was, every minute was precious 

“Best birthday, ever!” You brought his hand up and kissed the back of it repeatedly before he pulled yours over to his lips as he drove carefully, returning the sweetness on the back of yours

“But you really didn’t have to buy all that stuff,” you said as you felt guilty, glancing back at the bags of stuff Hyungwon had insisted on buying you

no matter what you saw or touched or even had a speck on interest in, he tossed it into the cart or basket or held on to it 

“it’s your special day, and it’s to show my thankfulness, especially to your parents,” he smiled, content with what he did

“For what?” 

“For bringing you into the world and for you for changing mine,” he said as he approached a red light

“Every day I get to spend with you and learning and seeing all the small things you do just make me want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N,” he meant everything, infusing every word with the love he felt for you indefinitely

“All the visions I see of the future, I see you beside me.” He cupped your face with his hand and rubbed his thumb over your cheek 

In all your time with Hyungwon, you had heard him tell you he loved you but it was your first time hearing such an endearing confession from him 

it took a lot for him to say these types of things

your lip began to quiver and tears rolled down your cheeks faster than you could contain them

“Ah, don’t cry,” he began to laugh at you before he plucked some issues from his door, handing to you as he proceeded to drive towards the apartment

“what do you mean ‘don’t cry?’“ you sobbed tears of joy. “You just said words I never thought I would hear from someone I loved just as much,” you whined

You leaned against the seat as he continued and focused on driving, tearing up every now and then as his words rang through your head

The two of you carried your bags up, standing close as always up the elevator 

You couldn’t wait to just get home and relax, spending the night with him 

You unlocked and opened the door since Hyungwon’s hands were too full, but what was strange was the darkness in the apartment

usually, the lamp in the living room was on a timer to go off around the sun would set or when it usually got dark out 

When you turned on the light, you were met with close friend slopping out of everywhere, tossing confetti

“SURPRISE!” they all yelled, startling you

Just as the waterworks came to an end in the car ride, they reappeared once again seeing all your friends, even some of Hyungwon’s you had gotten fairly close to 

The night was young and went on with laughter and joy, many hugs and a couple drinks

Kihyun had snapped the picture of the two of you together, which became framed to this day, hung in the hallway 

As the day winded down and the sky grew darker and darker, the rain steadily came to a light drizzle

he sat closely beside you on the couch with his arm wrapped around you as you leaned against him and some pillows

you dressed comfortably with the blanket wrapped nicely around your legs

He held you close, wishing you could feel how much he loved you, loving everything about you down to the small things and habits he found strange like how you pat your belly twice after every meal for no particular reason

you began to flip through the memories of the scrapbook you had put together a couple months after your surprise party realizing you needed something to look back on 

and here it was 

Smiles grew on the two of your faces as you flipped through the album in your lap 

You paused at the picture of the two of you who visited a family friend who had puppies 

“You wanted to steal them home so badly,” he laughed lightly, reminiscing on that day 

you whined and gave puppy eyes to Hyungwon so badly, but it wouldn't work out and he sadly had to turn you down 

your schedules were too hectic and the apartment didn’t permit pets 

“Cutie,” you tapped the nose of the puppy in the picture before moving on

you flipped on, thinking back to all the days the pictures were taken, feeling as if they were all yesterday 

everything was so fresh in your mind, but nothing was fresher than the last picture in the album 

you slid the polaroid out of the album, looking back to the fateful day

The last picture you would ever take of him 

the doctor had told you about everything he kept to himself 

how his heart began to fail, the nights where he locked himself away from the bathroom, not letting you worry or even know about what he was going through on his own 

the calls to his doctor in the middle of nights, as quietly as he could

keeping the smile on his face to see yours, knowing you would ease his pain more than any treatment could 

it felt like as if your life was spinning, faster and faster

he laid in his hospital gown as handsome as ever, but the mask on your face or even at this moment now couldn’t hide the tears falling from your eyes

you sat beside him as close as you could, not believing anything even though he sat right in front of you 

your hands now cold as you took in his eyes, not a tear in sight 

Even as death loomed near him, he never once shed a tear in his last moments with you, giving you a smile as taken on a polaroid with his final words on the back

“I’ll always be with you, whenever, wherever, Y/N.” 

You held the picture closer in your hands as you trembled, holding in your sobs in the best you could until it was no use 

the last thing as his vision faded was you, and he was content 

as his vitals began to drop, the ekg monitor let out the bone chilling beep as his heart rate flatlined

“I wish you knew how I was still here with you,” he petted your head, wishing with everything he could that you could feel his touch as he was always so close to you, watching over you 

“I wish you knew how you were my one dream that came true,” he kissed the top of your head knowing you felt and heard nothing he did all day or ever 

~~~~~

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[lordseochangbin]

stranded soulmates au

bang chan x reader w/ocd imagine

genre: soft

—

“hold on, ill call the nearest mechanic shop to come pick you up” the lady replied urgently on the phone

“what will be the estimated time arrival?” i asked

“say, 30 minutes”

my wrecked car door gave out a cry after i kicked it in angst, “you dumbfuck!! why can’t you just work for once?!” the stars started to fill the sky, the sun escaping to meet another world something i wish i could do everyday. escape to another world.

i looked down at my shoes to find a speck of dirt on my heel, grabbing a wipe from my purse to make it squeaky-clean again.

cleaning has always been my favorite thing to do. even from a young age mothers praised mine because how clean my babyass was and god i was a happy toddler bouncing around like no other, not caught up in life’s worries.

but now i had to deal with a shitty car. i was halfway through my road trip on this stranded road. both north and south there was no building nearby.

i simply had to wait till someone came and the closest car shop seemed to be 30 minutes away.

i collapsed onto my car seat allowing my eyes to shut in the midst of my nervous breaths before i could be awaken by a mysterious yet.. pretty stranger.

the boy knocked on my car door several times eventually waking me up from my quick yet peaceful nap, “w-what is it” i let out in a hazy tone

“are you y/n? you requested a mechanic visit?”

i looked outside my car window to see a blonde boy with glazing eyes wearing a black muscle tank that revealed his toned arms and hid a perfectly amazing god-made six pack that every girl dies for

“that’s me” i said getting out of the car

the boy reached out for my hand and grabbed it, enclosing our grip with his other hand

“nice to meet you” he said anxiously, shaking our grip up-and-down, “my name is bang chan”

his gaze was beautiful, honestly i could spend all day shaking hands with him like this. the way the words left his lips was almost calming as I looked down to see the unfamiliar sight of “meeting” someone.

i watched as his oil stained hands wrapped themselves around mine, the dry oil grease rubbing themselves against my fingers

“EEEK—!!” i screeched trying to wriggle my hands out of his grip

chan stepped back in arousement, “oh my god, im so sorry!d-did i do something wrong?”

the boy nervously brought a hand up to scratch the crook of his neck, looking down in embarrassment

o-o-oh my god. i thought to myself. it’s over where the fuck are my wipes?!

i looked around my purse finally finding a bag of tissues and cleaned off my fingers in disgust. god, the guy could’ve asked before shaking my hand.

i looked at my dirty fingers with a pout before the boy could say something, “im so sorry, i freaked out. im not so used to meeting people and i-“

“it’s fine, i just... im kinda like an ocd freak i suppose? not so used to meeting people either” chan laughed it off,

“i completely get that y/n. how about we get this bad boy to my shop?” he asked gesturing at my car

“sure sure, but do i need to bring extra wipes. i-is your seat cleaned?”

—

at the shop you got out of the car to see a small home and a open garage filled with one or two cars. you watched the stranded road, there were no building anywhere, nothing to be seen.

a yawn escaped my mouth and i looked up to see the full moon, yet the land so empty. at least the moon lived with the stars, how does he live alone in the middle of nowhere?

“so you just live out here?” i asked

chan peeked our for underneath my car, the veins on his arms popping due to the extra effort to reply back

“yeah, not exactly ideal for a city girl huh?”

i shrugged my shoulders, “not much of a city girl” i let out a laugh, god how could i ever live out in the city? there’s germs everywhere, disease everywhere.

“oh really?” he replied on curiousity, getting up on both legs to check out the car he had been working on for an hour

he stared at the car cocking his head to the side with both hands on his waist, his facial expression giving off a “what the hell is wrong with this” look

“did you ever like.. kick the car or something?”

i thought back to when i kicked the car, enraged at its shutdown for the third time in my trip “possibly... why?”

“it’s done mate, the car is waste at this point. maybe you should call someone to pick you up”

i looked down at the floor, honestly speaking i don’t think i had anyone to call. it was almost 11 pm, and the nearest friend was probably 5 hours away.

“it’s a little bit late for that” i replied with a soft smile, “do you have a spare room or anything? i promise ill pay for the hospitality”

“uhhh..” chan gestured towards his small house and allowed me in. it was a one room house with a small kitchen and one bed. there was one desk with a small computer but other than that the space was empty.

“i-i don’t really have much here. you could sleep on the bed if you’d like to, it’s pretty clean” he chuckled

“and you?” i asked sympathetically

“oh don’t worry about me! ill sleep in my car or something” my eyes widened as the words escaped his mouth, was humankind actually nice enough to do that?

“no.. no that’s fine. we can share if you’d like” i offered with a gentle voice

“uhh sure” he replied. i laid down my purse next to his nightstand and placed myself underneath the covers. without a word i forced myself to shut my eyes, hearing the floor creek from chan’s steps and trying to identify his movements.

i heard a creek come from his bathroom door and peeled my eyes a little to see bang chan himself shirtless in all his australian glory. he washes up well, i thought to myself

i closed my eyes immediately after i noticed chan making eye contact with me, “y/n— are you awake”

i opened my eyes softly to see chan a few steps closer to me

“is it fine if i sleep on the other side?” he wrapped the drenched towel around his neck causing his wet tee to clinge onto his skin and outline the perfect lines of his muscular upper-body

“um” i choked, “sure”

closing my eyes i felt his figure lay down next to me and turned my back against him. he wigglesd his body around the left side of the bed making himself comfortable.

i could only imagine the lack of conversation, was this how being in bed with a man was like? it felt weird, lacking something i couldn’t quite pinpoint

“chan” i whispered, laying on my back next to him

“yeah?” he replied back, the both of us staring at the empty ceiling

“is this what you do everyday? here alone?” i asked out of curiosity

he let out an embarrased laugh, as if he wasn’t proud of where he was “yeah i guess. honestly if it was anyone else i wouldn’t let them sleep in my bed like this. im not much of a people person, but i can tell you’re like that too”

“tell me about it” i chuckled, “i can’t even shake hands with a guy without having an internal panic attack thinking they’re gonna give me the flu or something”

he rolled over to face me and poked the side of my arm. i flinched at his sudden contact but felt somewhat calm, “did i just give you the flu?” he asked

i laughed at his attempted, “nice try, but you didn’t”

he smiled, a cute little nose scrunch following after. god why was his laugh so adorable?

he wrapped a hand around my shoulder inching a little closer to me, “your laugh is so pretty” he whispered into my ear

his voice tickled down my whole body, leaving a quick feeling of excitement. “did i give you the flu or—?”

i stayed there in his bed, comfortable with both hands on my hands. my instinct told me to reply to his question with something sensual and make a move, but my mind told me i was sensual is wrong, sensual is dirty.

i was conflicted between my gut and what felt like reality

i took down a deep gulp when his hand found itself on my chin. he placed his lips on mine, my heart skipping beats as he continuously pressed his body against mine.

this feeling of being with someone, of being loved i simply couldn’t pull myself away from. my gut convinced my mind somehow, telling myself he just took a shower and reminded myself of how clean he looked earlier

he pulled himself away from the kiss, a soft moan leaving my lips in disappointment

“did i give you the flu yet?” he asked, a smirk arising from his lips

“i think you just cured me.”

[honeyyvee]

Falling in love with: sunshine

Part of the “Falling in love with” vignette series. In which Reader falls in love with BTS members through different things. 

Pairing: Taehyung/reader

Words: 1240

Genre: Comfort/fluff

Warnings/notes: Mentions of feelings of loneliness, it's not really angst but if that bothers you don't read./ This was intended to be pure fluff but my angsty soul just kinda poured into it and made a mess.

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For a long time sunshine meant loneliness.

Sunset rays peeking through pristine white curtains as you looked on to the street. Legs close to your chest as your heart prayed to the fading sky for the golden hour to be over. Daylight upsetted you.

Because you were never more alone than you were during daylight hours. You would wait not so patiently by the window. Jumping from sofa to sofa from time to time, amusing yourself with a game of the floor is lava! Counting the tiles on the floor, making up ridiculous stories inside your head, all of this to forget for a moment the deafining silence of your home. The expectant pause that clung to your lungs, subtle anxiety, for the hour your mom would finally arrive home from work.

You were a good girl and did your homework and bathed in time. Anything to see a smile spread in your mother's weary features when she came back. If she was in a good enough mood the both of you would bake something delicious together and watch some tv after. Happiness was the content peacefulness of chilly nights cuddling your mom, the distant humming of crickets, the soft glow of the tv screen on your face. Not angry, annoying, hot rays of sunlight.

You hated yellow for a long time and judged harshly anyone who told you it was their favourite color. What a bright, annoying color, you thought dismissively.

And so it was a hot August day, when a grinning boy dressed in yellow from head to toe knocked on your door.

"Hello? " He rapped three times. "Is anyone there?"

Your heart leapt to your throat. You were startled awake from where you had been dozing off on the sofa. Your eyes fluttered open in confusion as your brain ran through possible scenarios of kidnapping. Who was out there?

The rapping continued a couple more times.

"Hellooo... anybody?" A boy's voice rung clear through the window.

You tried to ignore the thrill of excitement as your eyes peeked through the curtains and identified the figure of a young boy standing on your porch. He looked around 9 years old like you, and so your curiosity intensified.

You watched his chest rise and fall as he turned on his heels to return from wherever he had come from.

"W-wait!"

His head turned towards the source of the sound, his eyes wide in surprise. The boy squinted for a couple of seconds, struggling to identify your figure behind the curtains as you only peeked your eyes and nose. You pushed away the curtains as he inched closer and watched in silent delight as his face lit up like fireworks at the confirmation that yes, you were behind the curtains the whole time.

His demeanor changed in a second from contained curiosity to enthusiastic puppy as he waved a hand at you and flashed a boxy grin.

"Hi, nice to meet you! My name's Taehyung. I'm your new neighbour, do you want to come out and play?"

You weren't quite sure if it was all the yellow he was wearing, the glare of the sun, or the bright grin on his face, but the sight was an eyesore for sure.

"Umm... I don't know if that's a good idea " you frowned ", it's really hot outside."

"Aww, come on! You can come to my place and play inside if you want. " He insisted, boxy smile still in place.

"I don't think so, I don't know you." You hid again, behind the curtains.

"That's why I'm here for!" He shrugged, a chuckle leaving his lips.

And that was the beginning of the both of you. You could forget about loneliness when he was by your side. He burned through your icy exterior with the warmth of a thousand suns.

Everything about him was bright and warm, from the curve of his smile to his hand enveloping yours. And then both of you were teens when...

"What is your favorite flower?" He had asked one day. You were enjoying some popsicles on your porch.

"I don't know... " You hummed in contemplation. His big eyes focused on you as he sucked on his strawberry lemonade popsicle.

"Come on, tell me!" Taehyung whined, clinging to your arm. You swatted him away giggling.

"I don't think I have a preference Tae. All flowers are pretty, I think." You shrugged dismissively, licking your watermelon icy treat.

"Right... " He squinted, not quite buying it. "Anyways wait for me here. I'll be back in a sec." He yelled running off into his house.

"Sure." You answered, though you knew he hadn't heard you. He had already disappeared inside the wooden house, probably to pee.

That left you alone to your own devices, dealing with the unsettling peace and quiet of the neighboorhood. Your popsicle was melting and its sticky sweet substance stained your fingers. You couldn't come to care as you stared into the setting sun before you. The way soft pinks, oranges and yellows merged together in the sky made your heart clench uncomfortably.

Taehyung's friendship was like a bandaid carefully put over a gaping wound of loneliness. Even now, years away from that afternoon when the sunchild had been introduced into your life, there was something about the sunset that unsettled you. Something sad. You never wanted to be alone again at sunset. You never wanted things to go back as they were before you met Taehyung. It was scary.

You felt Taehyung sneak behind you and then the lights went off.

"Wha— Taehyung what are you doing?"

"Ta-da!" Taehyung dropped his hand from your line of vision and you were surprised to find a bouquet of flowers on your lap.

"And these?" You pointed at the yellow bouquet of sunflowers.

"For you!" He smiled, and your insides turned and fluttered uncomfortably at the sight. He was so bright, brighter than the sun itself.

"But it's not my birthday?"

"My mom and I went to my Grandma's farm yesterday and her neighboor had lots of these! She gave us some, said someone special should enjoy them." He averted his gaze to the wooden floor, blushing, a soft smile on his features. Your heart bursted and leapt in your ribcage.

"Well, thank you, this is so sweet." You smiled, blushing.

"I'm glad you liked them. They remind me of you." He confessed, his big brown eyes soft and warm.

"Of me? But I don't like yellow, remember?" You raised a brow.

"You say that, but I always catch you staring at yellow things: the sunset, flowers... me." Taehyung smirked, raising his eyebrows in an annoying oh-so-confidently and matter-of-factly manner that you had no choice but to outright deny it (even if it was true).

"You wish!" You bursted blushing furiously as you sprung up from your place, bouquet held tightly in hand. Taehyung simply chuckled at you, his eyes forming crescent moons and his mouth curving into his adorable boxy smile.

"No but for real Y/N, let's always be together yeah? Forever." He pleaded, making an adorable puppy face. And you couldn't help but stare as you noticed how the remaining rays of sunlight complimented his chocolate eyes, lighted specks of molten gold in them. It made an unknown feeling spread across your chest as your heartbeat speeded to a frenzy. You basked in the sensation, feeling as though liquid sunlight filled you to the brim with warmth.

"Promise?" You extended your pinky.

"Promise." He intertwined your fingers.

[choco-ramyun]

Our Inner Apocalypse - Chap. 1

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (BTS)

Genre: Angst/(soon also) Smut

Word Count: 2,5k

Warnings: Apocalypse!AU and all it includes, Gang!AU and all it includes, Violence.

You roamed the wasteland, accompanied by your trusty backpack in which you carried all the items you needed. Your knife, ammunition, a flask of water, a flask of tequila you grabbed on the road, and of course, a spare gun. In the world in which you lived these items were required.

·Flashback ·

News Moderator:"The last remaining president has fallen, and with that the last chance for a civilized world.  The First Lady will hold a speech now."

The TV flashed and now you could see the wife of the deceased president. The political situation across the whole world crumbled in so short time, and this president was the last one across the whole world that you could actually call a politician. This world was broken, dictators and dumbasses ruling the world, this world was shattering into thousands of pieces, ripping the simple people like you with it.

First Lady:"Dear citizens, now that my beloved husband has passed away, I must proclaim a new era, the era of chaos and destruction, the world as we know it will start crumbling, it already started. Mothers, children, I'm so sorry, but you must hide and stay safe somehow, I wish I knew how to help you all, but for the first time in a while, I can't help you all. Dear citizens, please stay safe, this was the last transmission from me as First La-"

The screen rapidly broke off as the last thing which could be heard was a bomb explosion.

·Back to the present ·

That's when it all started, you were barely sixteen as it happened. The world seemingly lost it's mind. An atomic bomb blew up the white house, and basically all Washington, signs of the atomic bomb spreading across the whole land, leaving marks of wasteland and devastation across the whole land. Civilization as it was known didn't exist any more. If you got sick, you couldn't go to the doctor, you could only hope to find some medication somewhere or simply hope for a swift and painless death. There were no stores or anything, if you needed something, you had to scavenge for supplies, for food, for ammunition. In a world like this there were simply no rules, you could do whatever you wanted to, you could kill whoever you wanted to. If you weren't tough, couldn't kill, couldn't defend yourself you wouldn't make it out here. No one could be truly trusted, and you learned it the hard way.

·Flashback ·

"It's okay, just come with us, you'll be safe with us..." The man gripped your wrist tightly, keeping you from running away. "B-but my mother is still in there! MOM! MOM, COME HERE! MOM, DON'T LEAVE ME!" Tears streamed down your cheeks while the man from your neighborhood dragged you away from your crumbling house. You were surrounded by screams, fire, explosions, crying women and children. "It's too late darling, she's dead." Of course you wouldn’t accept that. "NO....no.....this all can't be happening..." You collapsed onto the floor, holding your head with your hands. You roughly brushed your hands through your hair while the tears kept streaming down your face. "Quit it! This ain't the time for mental breakdowns for fuck’s sake!" He aggressively grabbed your wrists again and pulled you onto your feet. "Leave me alone, bastard!"

You ripped your wrists away from the man, and just stood there looking at him. He looked back at you, before stretching out his hand, gathering strength, and slapping you right across the face. His hand left a burning, red mark across your face. Your tears streamed right down the mark he left, soothing it a little bit, but still being painful. You lost all will to fight or protest and went with the man. He brought you to a house full of men around his age. You stayed there for the first month of the apocalypse. These men gained your trust, they taught you how to use a gun, how to make fires, how to defend yourself, how to fight, how to scavenge for food, basically everything you required in a world like this. They became something similar to a family, now that you lost your actual family. They let you go on scavenges with them, they gave you a fair share of the loot, they taught you how to kill. One day during the night, you heard muffled screams from downstairs, the room in which the men were staying most of the time. You grabbed your gun and got up from the mattress on which you slept. It was a simple mattress that was placed on the cold hard floor. You loaded your gun and started walking towards the door. You headed for the stairs which led downstairs.

"Please....why are you do-" A loud gunshot fired, and you heard one of the familiar voices laugh maniacally. You sneaked a peek at the room, only to discover one of the men you lived with, standing in the middle of the room. All the other men, including the one who rescued you the day it all broke out, dead on the floor. One was shot in the stomach, the other one right in the chest, the last right through the head. You stood there with widened eyes, completely in shock while shakily aiming your gun at the man. "Why did you do this?! I-I thought we were a family?! How could you?!" His eyes fell upon you, and he laughed even louder. "Awww, isn't that cute! She seriously thinks she can defend herself!" He grabbed one of the dead men by the hair and pulled him up so his empty, cold eyes could face you. He dropped him to the floor again, seemingly not caring whatsoever. "You've lost your mind!" You yelled at him, trying to hide every speck of insecurity you could. "So what if I did?! You can't stop me! You're just a lousy little girl! Come here baby! Come here and join your little 'family'!" He laughed and laughed and laughed, the sound of his laugh burned into your mind. You kept on aiming the gun at him, slowly approaching him. You never killed anyone before, the men only told you how to, but you never tried it out. All you ever did was shoot at beer cans here and there. "Come on baby! Shoot me! Look! I'm right here!~" He started jumping around, visibly taunting and mocking you, while giggling like a psychopath. "I'll shoot you!...You know I will!" No matter how hard you tried, it was still easy to tell how scared and uneasy you were. "Then do it you fucking pussy!" You arranged your aim, and closed your eyes. "Go ahead you fu-" Another gunshot fell, this time from YOUR gun. You opened your eyes again, just to see the man holding his dirty hand against the wound you just caused in his stomach, while slowly sliding down the table onto the floor. "Y/N....Y/N....take...take care okay....never...trust.....anyone....I'm sorry....." You stood there, looking down at him, absorbing his words and what just happened. These men taught you everything you needed to know, so you did what they taught you to. You grabbed a backpack from the storage room and grabbed as many things as possible. "Good bye guys....thank you for everything...see you around..." You left the house in which you had lived, and went onto the empty, ruined streets. Here and there were some random people vandalizing what already was vandalized, beating into cars with baseball bats, spraying random logos onto the wall, smashing windows, drinking booze. You were ready to face the world now.

·Back to the present ·

You walked down the wasted streets, one hand gripping the strap of your backpack full of supplies, the other tightly gripping your loaded gun. You were in search of a place for temporary shelter, and possibly even some more supplies. You needed more ammo, possibly more water too. You walked past multiple houses, and looked into the windows to see if they were empty or not, if they seemingly had supplies or not and so on. "Jackpot."

You found a house with seemingly many supplies in it, you saw two men standing there arranging the closets with supplies. You did what you always did, and climbed in through the window. "Helloooo!~" You shouted once you entered the home. "Wha-" You shot right through that man’s head, and shot the other man right through the chest. "Was nice meeting you!" If there was one thing you learned, it was not to show mercy. If you showed mercy, you'd make yourself appear weak, if people saw you as weak, things simply wouldn't go out so well. You lifted the heavy, dead corpses one by one and threw them outside. "What a lovely home, I'll love staying here for the next few nights. Finally some good sleep for me..." It was important to find shelter for the nights, because that is when the different gangsters and thugs went out to fight each other. It simply wasn't safe, because they didn't care who they killed, as long as they killed someone. You let yourself fall onto the couch and started cleaning your gun a little bit with a piece of cloth you picked up. The sun almost was fully down, and you were sure that you'd finally have a little bit of peace now, but you were wrong.

Someone knocked on the door, so you went over to it and carefully opened it. You automatically aimed your gun at the intruder. It was a young man, maybe a little bit older than you. He sure was quite handsome, you had to admit. "Who are you and what do you want here on MY plot?" You asked in a monotone voice. The man that entered the house lifted his hands showing you he wasn't armed at the moment and had no bad intentions...yet. "Look...It's turning night, and me and my group need a shelter-" You interrupted the young man. "And why should I care?" You softly wrapped your finger around the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. "Please, look, we don't need any supplies or anything, just a place to stay, really, we won't do anything." The man seemed desperate. "I don't care who you are, nor what you want, leave now before you regret it." You were about to close the door on him, but he reached in between. "Please, let's make a deal, I'll give you whatever you need, i don't know, I can offer you ammo or a new knife or something. Please, just let us stay here, we'll leave first thing in the morning." Ammo was the exact thing you needed, a new knife sounded good too. "Hm...sounds like a deal... okay, you may stay, but as soon as I get only a little bit suspicious, I will shoot you AND your friends." The man let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, may I ask what your name is?" You put your gun down, still holding on to it tightly though. "The name's Y/N, yours?” You looked at him full of curiosity. "I'm Kim Namjoon. Nice making business with you.~" He turned around. "Guys you can come in!"

His group came walking in and Namjoon introduced every single one of them to you. First a man walked in with messy orange-tinted hair, a lollipop in his mouth, and a skateboard in his hand, you could see hints of blood splatters on the skateboard. "This is Kim Taehyung." He grinned at you slightly weirdly. "Hello there!~" He giggled a little bit. "Don't mind him, he is kind of weird..but like in a good way I swear." Namjoon added reassuringly. "Good to know..." You turned your head to the side, and sighed. What were you getting yourself into? You looked at the man named Taehyung. He looked like one of those guys all your friends would've been flying for, back then. You couldn't help but feel curious about what he did with that skateboard. The next one walked in, he was a short muscular man with red hair. Not ginger red, but like really really red. He had a few bruises in his face, and a jawline as sharp as a knife. "So this is Jimin, people tend to underestimate him due to his height, but trust me, he is a force to be reckoned with." Jimin didn’t seem too much in the mood to explain a lot, seems as if he just got out of a nasty fight or something. "Hi." You eyed him up and down."Hello Jimin." Next up was a man, only slightly taller than him, with pitch black hair and a red cap. His skin was really pale, and you were slightly concerned. His hands were as pale as his face, but his knuckles were hurt and slightly red. "This is Min Yoongi, he tends to be quite quiet, so don't expect to hear too much from him." Yoongi only glanced at you for a second before looking away again, seemingly unbothered by the whole situation. "..uh....hello..." You ironically greeted him with a lot of enthusiasm. "Hi Yoongi." Now a man entered the room, he seemed quite tall and muscular. He had light brown fluffy hair. His lip had a cut on one side, as if he also had a fight with someone earlier. His face appeared very youthful. "This is Jeon Jungkook, our little Kookie." Namjoon ruffled Jungkook’s hair. "He's the youngest of us." The young man seemed quite cheerful. "Hi!" You haven’t seen a happy face for so long. "Hey there!" He seemed to be a cheery, playful guy. A blonde guy came in now, with a huge heartwarming smile. In comparison to the others, you really didn't notice anything suspicious about him. "This is Jung Hoseok, our sunshine, he tends to be kind of loud once in a while but he has the best spirit!" The man named Hoseok walked up to you. "Hello..Y/N right?" His incredibly wide smile, made you smile back at him. "Yup, nice meeting you!" The last man entered the room. He had brown hair and broad shoulders. Same as Jimin he had a few bruises spread across his surprisingly handsome face. "This is Jin, the oldest one of us." The man bent over slightly out of politeness, you haven’t seen that in a while either. "Hey there." You smiled at him as well. "Hello."

You took a second to look at Namjoon again. His hair was platinum blond, there was something about his face that really caught your attention. He, I don't know, just seemed different. You observed him closely to see if he had any bruises as well. You looked at him closely, just to see the outline of a gun sticking out of his pocket. You decided to not mention that, -just yet."Okay, make yourselves at home, but mark my words, act suspicious and I'll pierce your skulls with a bullet, try attacking me and I'll murder you and your friends within seconds, do something bad and I swear to god I will kill you in the most painful way possible, got it?" The group of men nodded, seemingly not taking it too serious. You let the boys wander through the house as they pleased, and you decided to go to the kitchen to see what you could find for now.