#i won't even begin to talk about the utter mess everyone has made of the main tags

[confusedkittensposts]

I did not just see someone call Misha a querrbaiter for the houseguest video. Like some people REALLY really need to get off the internet, it not funny anymore

That person needs to get help.

[hyunnows]

love, [Y/N] | jjk

► PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

► CONTENT/WARNINGS: angst, mentions of fluffy memories, mc death, lots of Jungkook tears, best friends!au, mentions of unrequited love

► WORD COUNT: 2k+

► RATING: pg13

► SUMMARY: "It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you."

↳ A/N: I got this idea at 2:36 am and I don't know where it came from but oh well. This was meant to be a 300-word blurb and we ended up at 2k lol. I haven't written anything for Jungkook compared to Tae, and honestly, this maknae has been climbing my bias list so here's a semi-self-indulgent fic filled with angst and crying! I hope you enjoy it, please feel free to leave feedback and reblog! Also, STREAM BUTTER!

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Shaking with fear, Jungkook gripped your hand tightly, tears pouring out his red eyes as your patient monitor fluctuated slightly. With a quivering lip, he croaks, “C'mon [Y/N], wake up. For me? Please…”

He feels your small fingers squeeze his own gently, weakly, and hope beams across his face. But just as soon as the hope had come, it vanished, your paling fingers going stiff in his palm. The once steady beeping now a quickly accelerating sequence, the sound ringing in the brunet boy's ears as his eyes go wide and breath cuts short.

He feels the nurses pull at him, trying to drag him out the room and he thrashes against them, his nails digging into your hospital bed with all their might until his knuckles turn white and his vision blurs. Loud sobs rack through his body as he slumps in the nurses’ arms, pressing the balls of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears and the burning. His cries almost choke him, the occasional cough jerking his body harshly.

When he sees the familiar face of the doctor, he prays that the downcast gaze and frown don't mean what he thinks.

“[L/N] [Y/N],” Seokjin takes a breath, his own eyes beginning to water at the words he's about to utter, “time of death: 2 am… I'm sorry Jungkook. I did everything, I-I tried every voltage and pumped her with liquids a-and everything I could d-do—I couldn't save her. I'm so—so sorry.”

It's like his entire world has crumbled in a second. His arms and chest are suddenly heavy, his lips, throat, and face feel dry and dehydrated, and his eyes can't decide if they want to be open or closed because of the stinging sensation they feel when he tries either. Sitting on the floor in front of your room, he takes the hand Jin outstretched and wobbles inside, only to fall back down the moment he sees your dull figure.

He doesn't care that a small crowd can see him babbling incoherently as he tries to apologize to you through his sniffles and whimper, crawling to your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

Eventually, Taehyung and Jimin pick him up and drag him out of the building you took your last breath in. Jungkook didn't try to resist, knowing he was in no shape to put up a fight or drive himself home. He needed to get out of there anyway, the smell of death only he could detect suffocating him slowly.

On his way upstairs, Taehyung holds him back, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a short stack of envelopes—maybe two or three—rubber-banded together and hands them to the younger. “Her first day in the ER, she m-made me promise to give you these if she—if she… You know…”

Hearing they were yours, he takes them gently and swiftly, immediately holding them close as if they were his lifeline. He gives Taehyung a silent, stiff nod before turning and dragging himself to his room.

He doesn't open them right away, taking his time to admire your adorable calligraphy and observing every smudge or erased pencil mark you'd left on their light material.

He's not surprised to find every letter addressed to him, because it wouldn't be the first time you two had given each other messages the old-fashioned way, and he smiled softly at the “before you read” attached to the first envelope.

If you're not Jeon Jungkook, please don't read these. If you are, know that I'm still with you, in these letters, in your heart, our memories and that I will always be here, even though I'm sorry I can't physically be here with you right now. These are letters I've written to you, but never sent. They're from the bottom of my heart and they say everything I've ever wanted to tell you.

—[Y/N]

His heart beats harder as he opens the first letter, doing his best not to tear the envelope and keep it perfectly intact for him to save.

There are two Polaroids safety-pinned to the letter, both with his face and yours smiling brightly at each other. He gently unclips them, tucking them safely into the [Y/N]-specially decorated sleeve. He breathes in deeply and unfolds the letter, immediately tearing up at your handwriting on the wilting paper.

Dear Jungkook,

I know you don't think it's cool or modern to send letters, so I won't send this.

Anyway, I want to thank you for always being there for me, my big, strong, human-shoulder-tissue. I couldn't be luckier than I am to have you as my best friend.

And I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I love you more than anyone or anything in this world. You're the diamond to my sky, the sun to my earth, and the person I would choose to spend the rest of my life with.

In other words, I'm in love with you, Jeon. I wish you were in love with me, but I'm already the happiest girl in the world being by your side every day.

Your Best Freind,

[Y/N]

His heart pounds against his ribs, because you had been in love with him. You had wanted him to be the last face you'd ever see. You were right in front of him, your heart on your sleeve for who knows how long, and he hadn't known until you were dead. His face contorted into one of pain at the reality, and he squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears, taking long, shaky breaths before opening the second letter.

This note is considerably newer than the first, its edges still white and crisp, but the deepness of the creases tells him it's at least a few months old.

Dear Jungkookie,

Lately, I've been sick—which you know because I've told you. I haven't told you about my feelings yet because I don't want to scare you or pressure you, but I'm probably going to die before I ever get to tell you these things.

Since I told you how I felt in the last letter, I'm going to try and describe why in this letter. Reason number one, your presence. You always manage to just enter a dark, tense room and make it so much brighter and more comfortable. I don't know if it’s your smile or your laugh or the way you don't care if you're embarrassed or not, but you just manage to make everyone feel comfortable in themselves.

Reason number two, your kindness. I had never seen someone run back inside, get an entire table's worth of food, and give it away before. You're always so willing to give, despite the cost. I hope you never change.

Reason number three, it's kind of odd but I fell in love with your voice. Not just the way it sounds pretty when you sing, but the way it has the power to comfort whoever you’re singing to. I’ve always been able to come to you for support and comfort.

Reason number four is you know how to turn a bad day into a good one. You can talk to anyone who’s down for five minutes and you’ll turn them into a giggling, grinning mess.

Reason number five, you’ve always made me feel loved. Even though our entire relationship has been platonic—at least on your side—you’ve always checked up on me, held me, and made sure I knew I was enough and I can’t thank you enough for that.

Number six is your passion. You always put your all into everything you do. Be it making breakfast for the boys or helping me with a project I put off until the last minute, you make sure it’s all or nothing.

Seven is that you taught me how to love unconditionally. I always believed in falling in love and finding the one, but I never knew how intense it felt to be able to give your all to someone and not expect a single thing in return—until I met you. From the way your nose scrunches when you smile, to how you tilt your head when you’re confused, I love it all. From the best thing about you to the worst, it’s all you, and I wouldn’t want you to ever change. Every scar and blemish, each pore and lash, I’ve fallen in love with all of them because they make you, you.

I know you don’t feel the same, and in complete honesty, I love you so much I don’t even care. As long as you’re happy and I’m able to spend as much of my time by your side I’m happy.

He chokes on a sob when he finishes the second letter, tears dampening the card stock as he shivers. His heart clenches harder as he folds it back up, giving both pictures a once over before pinning them back on the letter.

Opening up the last envelope, a cry racks through his body, and he’s ugly crying now. The necklace he’d given you perfectly washi-taped against the letter. He pulls it off, tucking it tightly into his palm, and holds his breath. This time, the letter is a small, short piece of paper folded in half once.

He almost can’t read your small, dainty handwriting through his bubbling tears, but manages.

Hi Jungkook. Did you see the necklace?

It’s the one you bought me for my fifteenth birthday, that I told you I had lost. For a while, I had, and I remember I was too scared to tell you, but you noticed before I could anyway. I was so relieved you weren’t mad at me because I didn’t know what I would do if you were. I still don’t.

Anyway, the point of this short, last letter is to tell you how I want you to remember me. I don’t want you guys to think of me as your sickly friend who died when you were in your twenties… but I want you to remember the good memories we made together. I want you to remember the day we met, when I accidentally broke your bike and when we were both grounded for four months for sneaking out of our houses for our first party. I want you to remember how we got sick together because you couldn’t let me walk home alone in the rain, but you couldn’t drive and we both forgot jackets and umbrellas. I want you to remember the day you forgave me for losing the most precious thing anyone has ever given me, because that’s the day I fell in love with you.

This paper’s running out of space so I’m going to wrap this up. I want you to remember everything good about our time together, and not what ended it. Don’t think about how I’m gone, because I’m still with you, after death. These letters, the photos, and this necklace are what I’m leaving behind for you to keep. Don’t cry when you think of me, don’t think of the fact that we’ve been making our last memories, just don’t forget me.

Jungkook clutches the necklace tighter, afraid to drop it. Not only had he lost you, but he’d also missed out on the opportunity to be with you because he’d been too scared to ask you out while you were alive. He’d been in love with you since you two were eleven, tried to confess to you when you were fifteen, and lost you at twenty-three.

It’s not fair, he decides, it’s not fair that your love never got a real chance and it never would. It’s not fair that all these years you thought your feelings were one-sided when he reciprocated them ten-fold. It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you.

He sucks in a deep breath, barely croaking out your sign-off, “Love, [Y/N].”

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[marchioness-caprina]

Love Scandal

Pairings : Reader x Hawks

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Slight Yandere! Hawks ( If you squint Really Hard) , Cursing

Word Count : 2754

3rd Person's POV

" You have GOT to be kidding me! " Y/n yelled in frustration as Momo gave her a concerned Look.

" So.... Is what the Tabloids saying True--"

" Of course it's not! I just work under His Agency! And what happened Yesterday was Purely out of Defense and Nothing else! " Y/n cut off Jiro immediately venting out her frustrations.

Y/n along with the girl's of the Former Class 1-A were hanging in a small Cafe to catch up since things had been pretty hectic since they became Pro Heroes a year ago.

" So.... What are you gonna Do about it? " Uraraka asked as she read even further through the article and she gasped.

" Oh no.... Don't tell me it's something terrible? " Y/n muttered already seeing what's to come judging by the look her Friend gave her.

" Uhh... You could say... You two were caught in the... Umm.. Act? " Uraraka tried finding the right words so she wouldn't annoy her friend even further before showing her phone towards y/n who's eyes widened like flying saucers.

On the screen was a picture of Her and Hawks in the Alleyway. Hawks was turning away from the camera but he clearly had his hands on y/n's hips and from this angle it looked like they were kissing.

" Ugh! For crying out loud who took this picture !? Fucking Son of a Bit--- ugh! " Y/n fumed in utter irritation her red turning extremely red not because of embarrassment but because of anger and irritation.

" Y/n calm down, I think it's best if you talk to Hawks about this... Maybe he'll clear it up Kero " Tsu suggested and y/n had already bolted out the cafe in full speed.

It was silent inside the cafe before one of the girls began talking.

" Wouldn't they make a good pair though? " Mina muttered and the girls all gave a small giggle before agreeing.

____________ Meanwhile

Y/n was stomping through The Building and her hero co-workers could clearly see the growing irritation of her aura and they were genuinely scared to approach the fuming lady.

Once y/n was outside Hawk's Office she slammed the door open revealing a resting hawks with his feet on his desk. His face was covered with an old newspaper and y/n could hear audible and soft snores coming from him.

The man was clearly unaware of her presence when she literally slammed her way inside while stomping a aloud as she could... He was unaware or so she thought .

" Hawks! Fucking wake up! " She growled her to me seeping off irritation.

Hawks stirred in his sleep and with a groan he pulled the newspaper away from his face and opened one eye to see the figure of y/n who was menacingly glaring at him.

" Hey Kid what brings you to my Nest mphf-- Ahh shoving it to my face now aren't you?... Let me guess My fault? " Hawks smirked when Y/n had forcefully shoved her phone containing the article of their so called ' Love Scandal ' .

" No shit Sherlock! You Think!? Why the fuck did you have to shove me to the alleyway like that!? I told you I could handle it!" Y/n barked as Hawks's eyes trailed down to her phone lazily reading through the article chuckling to himself.

" Ohoho~ Looks like the headlines got the best of us Kid. Just look at all these Juicy details---"

" Which are False" Y/n immediately cut in glaring at the man who gave her a Bemused expression.

" Well you did decide to get involved with a scoundrel like me---"

" Only because you keep blocking other Agencies from Hiring me because you wanted me in yours" Y/n cut him off once again to which Hawks only gave a chuckle as a reply.

" You know Kid, you gotta let me finish my sentences. Now stop being angry you'll get wrinkles " That comment made y/n furious her hand immediately came clashing on Hawks's cheek with a loud slap.

" Ohoho~ ok I guess I deserve that one for not taking it seriously " Hawks Grinned eyeing the girl infront of him.

" You've really turned Feisty Baby Bird, it feels like Yesterday you were a polite and obedient Sidekick and now here you are slapping your boss like that. You know I really gotta give you credit for not taking my bullshit like that " Hawks yawned sitting down in a more comfortable position.

" Oh come on Hawks, we know I take all of your bullshit Every fucking Day and This Time it's Kinda frustrating... Oh wait let me rephrase that. It's Extremely Frustrating! " Y/n hissed crossing her arms over her chest as her glare became ice cold and the man before her only growing Amused by her reaction.

" So what do you expect me to do? Bullshit Rumors will be Bullshit Rumors and I don't give a damn about every single one of them... So let me guess. You want me to make a public appearance and Deny everything they claim here on this Article? " Hawks questioned and Y/n who seemed to be a bit more calm now gave him a firm nod.

" Yes, that is exactly what I am expecting you To do Hawks. I want this Rumor to Vanish immediately. You deny it and I Deny it too, let's explain why we were in that position " Y/n stated her tone was calm and collected , the opposite of the tone she used before.

Hawks nodded his head continuously in a slow and lazy manner his eyes never leaving the girl as his expression seemingly showing as if he was in deep thought.

" Yeah.... I could do that but" Hawks paused a playful glint displaying through his orbs, his eyes meeting hers that smirk on his face never seemed to falter.

" But what? " Y/n questioned clearly growing irritated again.

" But I won't " His answer set y/n off ten folds and she was so close to flipping his desk . She almost did but Hawks stopped her before she could wreck the whole place.

" Just Kidding. I will " He laughed and y/n was too pissed off to deal with her antics she just turned around and left.

" I'll call the press. You better clear this mess Hawks " She spat out before leaving.

Oh y/n, she has no Idea Hawks had cunningly planned all of this from the very beginning so he could slowly have his way around her. Hawks had been patient with her ever since the first year she had interned in his agency as a student. The moment he met this strange epitome of beauty named y/n he became a love struck desperate man who craved nothing but the affection of his most prized position. Y/n.

He Even went out of his way to reason or more like threaten other agencies who were more than willing to take her in as a new pro hero. He was so so selfish to let her go and he was desperate to have her by his side.

He even purposely pairs himself with her during missions so he could protect and watch over her. He had given subtle clues that he likes her but apparently his little baby bird wasn't smart in the love department . But he was patient. But the moment people started making rumors about her and That other New Hero Named Deku claiming that they would become a really ' cute ' hero couple if they ended up dating. He was more than furious. Dammit he wanted everyone to Know that His baby bird is Exclusively His. Only His.

So he devised a plan and even hired a photographer to take a picture of them ' in the act' and hired an editor to write something about it and spread it everywhere on the internet to cause a media wild fire that y/n and hawks are dating.

And everything was going according to plan. He knew y/n would come to his office to complain about this and convince him to deny it, he knew she'd be fuming in anger , he knew she was here the moment she stepped inside the building and all that's left is to face the press with his 'announcement' that is sure to surprise everyone including y/n.

________________ The Press Meeting.

" So is it true that you and Pro Hero Hawks are dating H/n? " A reported asked y/n to which she shook her head to.

" What is Taking Hawks so long? " She grumbled , the room was flooded with cameramen and reported and the flashes of camera light was starting to get to her.

And on Cue the winged Hero arrived in the room looking as smig as ever.

" It's Hawks! Make sure to catch this on Camera! " The reporter yelled and so on the area was Flooded with questions left and right and Hawks seemed to be unbothered by it.

" Hawks! End this already " Y/n yelled at Hawks who grinned at her playfully.

" You're so Impatient Baby bird " He muttered making the girl glare at him.

" Don't call me that " She grumbled but Hawks ignored her. Instead he picked up the Microphone and started tapping on it.

" Testing, Testing ok it's working. Can you all please be quiet and I'll answer your question" Hawks announced and slowly the room faded into silence and once everything has quieted down Hawks cleared his throat the microphone still in his hand.

" Ok, I know it caused a Dramatic Mishap to Ensue the Moment everyone saw the article and I would like to clear some things out regarding that Love Scandal... Me and H/n are Not dating! I repeat NOT Dating! " Hawks stated loud and clear through the microphone.

Y/n sighed thinking that it was finally the end but No. Hawks had other plans.

" We're not Dating Cause She's My Fucking Wife! " Hawks announced and everyone was silent.

Y/n was frozen in place unable to think clearly and her expression showed it all. Hawks had a victorious grin on his face, the whole crowd of reporters and camera men were quiet and it took them 5 seconds to actually let that information Sink in.

" WHAT!? " Y/n exploded and she rose up from her seat and soon the reporters started shooting different questions their way .

" Hawks what the actual fuck!? Is this a Prank!? ---" Y/n was caught off guard when Hawks scooped her off her feet and smashed his lips against hers silencing her in a short yet passionate kiss.

" How's that for a Picture show?! " Hawks yelled to the reporters before finally flying away from the commotion holding his baby bird in his hands who was now by the way. Fuming with anger once again.

________________

Y/n was furious and when she's furious she gets violent and she started thrashing around forcing Hawks to land on the rooftop on a random building.

" Hawks! What the fuck was that!? Ugh! Why'd you do that!? Was that some sick Joke!?" She growled as she shot Hawks one of her menacing glares to which he wasn't affected to.

" Maybe it is... Maybe it isn't " Hawks answered the smirk on his face seemed to be permanent when he's with her.

" Dammit! You Fucking Asshole!. Shit! How the Fuck am I gonna clear this up now!? I should have gone to Fatgum's agency instead! You know what!? I'm going to request a transfer! Fatgum is way nicer anyways---" She was cut off when Hawks had swept his feet under hers thus knocking her on the ground. With a Yelp her back was slammed on the ground with Hawks hovering above her.

" Say that to me again Baby Bird and I swear.... Even if I have to .... I'll Destroy Fat Gum's agency into a pile of debris... Don't Temp me... I will do it.... You have no idea how long I've been trying to get you to notice me and my feelings... Yet you always seemed to bullshit it away every Fucking time! " Hawks yelled letting all of his emotions get the best of him.

And for the first time. Y/n saw Hawks at his Most Vulnerable state. Not the calm and collected Hawks who never seemed to break. Right now was a man who experienced hundreds of rejections from one girl... Y/n.

How could she be so blind? Now that she thinks back to the past she did remember every sweet and romantic thing Hawks did for her and how he asked her out on daily basis to which she thought was just a flirtatious joke. She was both dense and stupid when it came to love and she didn't notice that the man whom she had fallen for actually loved her back.

Hawks always kept his composure but today she's seeing none of it... Just Hawks. Not the Pro Hero Hawks... Just Hawks.

He was always joking when he's around her that she brushes off every flirtatious comment from him to be a joke too. But now that everything had come to light. It was undeniably obvious.

"... You really hate me that much? " Hawks voice was so soft and timid, it almost didn't sound like him at all.

Y/n was surprised at his sudden comment that she was pulled back to reality her eyes meeting with his but to her shock. She saw the eyes of a hurt and broken man .

Guilt overtook her . She loved him but she always pushed her feelings aside having the fear of being rejected because Hawks is incredible in every way and y/n...is y/n.

Her eyes widened when a single teardrop fell on her cheek and that tear came from Hawks who was trying his hardest to keep his shit together. How can you have this powerful affect on him? It's driving him Nuts. Does he have to kidnap her so she'd stay with him? Does he have to fake her death and keep her all to himself? He was close to that breaking point but that psychotic thought was immediately thrown to the side and forgotten when y/n had reached over to cup his cheeks and brought his face down inches from hers only to scoop his lips in her own for a long, passionate and loving kiss.

Hawks was unable to respond at first because. It was surreal. Y/n was finally accepting him! He felt her slowly pull back but he was having none of it! He waited so long for this moment!.

Pushing his lips down to hers he indulged himself in the sweet taste of y/n's lips, opening her mouth slightly she granted him entrance inside her wet cavern where his tongue explored every inch and claiming it as his own. Their lips danced in sync in a steady and passionate movement.

Once the two pulled away his eyes pierced hers as if asking if she meant it to which y/n replied with a laugh.

" Hawks you dumbass you didn't have to make a scene like that... I love you too honestly... From the start... I was scared to tell you... I didn't want to get rejected " She answered honestly making the man frown.

" Chickadee I'd be the biggest fool alive if I'd reject you.. And that show earlier was necessary.... Everyone needs to know that the beautiful pro hero h/n is Mine... My Baby Bird " Hawks muttered kissing her cheek.

" I love you, you annoying bird man " She chuckled attempting to push him off.

" Whatever you little brat... I love you too and don't push me away... I'm touch starved by you, It's your fault so take responsibility" Hawks grumbled making the girl laugh.

" But we're on a rooftop! " She protested but Hawks only rolled his eyes cuddling right next to his y/n.

" Don't be so picky. If you keep this up we might end up in my bedroom--"

" Hawks! "

[katsuki-goodness]

'You Make My Heart Beat' Part 3 - Deku x Reader

Summary: Your friendship grew but then, he disappeared with the words that came out of his lips being, "Please, stay safe".

How many years has it been since you last cut your hair? One. Only one if you can recall. When was the last time you saw your best friend as he walked you inside the dorms to UA? About 3 years. He had gone missing for that many years. No one knows what happened to him, not even his mother who was the last to see him that very night. You had been contacted in the morning by her and she sounded very worried, alarming you right away when she asked if you had see Izuku or if he was with you. He was not. The last memory of him was him telling you to stay safe.

At that time, yes, it was worrisome but it was your best friend who was gone, disappeared. Even when you got the called from Izuku's mother, you were standing around the living area that morning with your classmates before class, when they heard you mutter out, "Izuku is not with you?". They all stayed silent with everyone looking at each other.

You quickly went over to his dorm room, searching for him. You wanted to make sure he was there, that he was okay and what you had been feeling before was not a warning sign.

Even knocking on the door didn't bring him out. You tried the handle and it was unlocked, pushing through it but it was empty. No one was here. Some of his figures were still here, and it looked like he recently had been here as his books were stacked all across his desk. Even the covers on his bed were moved a bit as if someone had been sitting there. It had caught you off guard but did it really? You saw it coming, or more like you felt it in your gut. You knew something was wrong, you knew he was acting strange but you couldn't figure it out. It wasn't obvious but his mannerisms, those were much obvious to anyone who talked to him.

You blamed yourself because he was hurting and you didn't take the chance to ask, but you had asked. You asked him but you were quickly put at ease even when you felt like it wasn't true. At the same time, you didn't know the circumstances would get this far.

It clearly wasn't your fault but you continued to blame yourself. You could have done more to help him, made sure he got home, and even offered him out to eat at least. Anything to get him from feeling alone.

No matter how much you thought about Izuku, it wasn't going to bring him back. You held onto the thought that he was alive, that nothing happened to him, but as your daily routine of patrolling the city had been extended because of a hero who had an emergency and had gone home, you had encountered something. Someone suspiciously looking around the area then a massive explosion erupted. A few characters had jumped down from the top of a building, a few villains thought it was a good idea to cause a ruckus this early in the morning. You had quickly run to where the explosion had detonated but it had occurred to you that these villains were some you haven't seen before, or even seen any type of report, to begin with.

”Oh, a hero, ” One had spoken, their hooded face was still slightly visible but nothing that indicated who he was. It was hard to tell and even when their smile was visible to you at this distance. He had moved a few steps forward, slowly grabbing at his hood and showing his face. No matter how much you had prepared or not, regardless, the strike of pain you had felt in your chest was unbearable. You had no room to cry, no movement in your body that could get you out of this situation. Even if you wanted to, you are a hero, and you have sworn to protect the people of this city and any other person of this world, but how could you right now.

“Izu..” His face contorted in disgust, and it was notable now the scar he had on his cheek. Those things weren’t the only thing different from him, his clothing and the way his eyes had stared back at you, pain and sorrow, and even hate.

“It’s still funny to hear that name almost come out of your mouth... Y/n.” His eyes narrowed your direction, sending chills down your spine as he motioned his goons to split with just one hand motion. He got closer, his arms opening up as if he was lightly praying but he wasn’t looking up. He looked at you with a mischievous smile as if wondering. “Kaachan looked exactly like you.” A chuckle came out of his lips, but you refused to move, clearly out of fear. Reality had quickly set and you couldn’t turn anything back.

“Izuku... what happened,” You asked in a quivering tone and replied to you, not before he puffed in annoyance towards you.

“Can we please get rid of that name? It rings in my ears each time I hear it.” Now he was right in front of you and you quickly tried taking a step back but he caught your arms, gripping them lightly as he spun you in place. His hands had moved down to yours, intertwining with them and staring back with that same smile as before. “Don’t want you falling, do you?” His speaking patterns, his voice, his now sweet face had become distorted in your memories. It wasn’t him. Someone had to be messing with you. He couldn’t be standing here in front of you looking like he killed someone.

You quickly shook off his grip and he quickly let go. “What happened to you, Izuku!” He was becoming more unpleased with you. He. Had clearly told you to stop calling him Izuku. He didn’t want to be involved with his past anymore, especially the people who fooled him, thinking this world would be changed.

“I’ve told you not to call me by that name.”

“Then tell me what happened! Why are you here talking nonsense!? Your mom was so broken, worried for you, looking for you because she thought someone had kidnapped you. She started to blame herself for letting you go back to UA, and it hurt me too, Izuku! My best friend was suddenly gone after he told me to stay safe and what was I suppose to think then, huh?!” Your tears had begun to drip down, staining your cheeks and making the bags under your eyes, bright red. “Y-you couldn’t have become..” His straight face had given you the answer without really doing much aside from smile softly to your reaction of utter disbelief.

“It’s crazy how much time can really change someone, especially when that person was supposed to be the one you cared for.” You had widened your eyes slightly, looking confused.

“I had always cared-“

“As much as I want to continue the back and forth games, I have no time for you right now. I seriously did not have it in my plans to deal with another hero, and that includes my beloved, Y/n.” With one last villainous smile, he had quickly taken off, but you had started to run. You ran after him but you couldn’t catch up at all. He was faster than before, smarter, and calculative but it didn’t take away how much it broke you to see him like this. He was getting away again, your hand stretching out to reach him but as quickly as he came, he had disappeared. 

At that moment, you couldn’t help but stop and cry.

-

“He was standing right in front of me, do you guys not understand?! He was so close that I could reach out and touch him!” You explained so frantically that Shouto was lightly putting his hands in front of him to calm you down but he couldn’t even get near you. You would pull away, walk around as if desperate. You were desperate but the thoughts ran through your body as if it was waiting to explode. You were scared and in pain. Katsuki had been staring back at you, silently trying to figure out what to do to help you. Was there really anything to help you at this moment?

"Y/n, please, take it easy. Worrying won't do anything good for you," Shouto had told you but you just threw your hand through your hair, inhaling and letting it out in a long breath.

"What can I do aside from worry?" You asked him, your eyes were looking down at the floor, the red carpet of Endeavor's office, somehow reflecting the color of Izuku's eyes even if it was his usual green eyes that stared back at you. No matter how painful it felt to remember, you couldn't forget. He needs help and you were determined to do something about it.

No one had responded to your previous question, lingering in the air as you began to walk out of the room. "Are you really planning to go out there looking for him?" Katsuki's question did make you look back, the seriousness in your eyes telling everything he needed to know. "Then, for once, let us help you."

"Thank you, Katsuki." His hum was light as he responded but he quickly took action, ordering Shouto to call his father and some of the pro heroes to help in search of the kid. Almight also deserved to know, is what Katsuki had said to you before walking off in opposite directions to hunt down the green hair boi, not knowing that he had completely disappeared again. So many hours had passed and no sign of him. He knew that you would come looking for him again. He knew you and he knew he was that important to you because he has known you for many years. You never failed to tell him how important he was, and that included his saddest moments.

Y/N: "Have you seen any trace of any villains? I haven't been able to find any activity regarding disturbances."

Bakugou: "Where ever that fucker hid, he must have pulled back the villains too. He seems to be operating a small group of people."

Shouto: "How about the outside area?"

Iida: "Nothing out here that I can report. I have been running around the areas where villains are most likely to appear for good measure but it seems like they had retreated here too."

Even with bigger cover of the city, using radios to contact each other, no one was able to find him. How the hell was he able to hide so effectively when someone should have found them at this point? You bit your lip out of frustration, not realizing that your lip began to bleed from the nerves building inside you.

The only way you will be able to find him would be to think like Izuku. He is a smart kid, tactful, and very quick to react. If anything, he must have pulled back when he saw you. It would mean he had ample time to hide the people who are working for him.

You had enough after hours of searching, taking breaks, and asking for help, you decided to call it day and search again tomorrow. It was almost 11 and you had passed your working hours today so you went back to the agency to report back all that had happened today. Everyone else did the same, exhausted from the amount of walking and ground covered.

"Are you sure you'll be okay, Y/n?" Todoroki had asked you before you had left. You assured him that you were, confident enough that you will be able to see him, or at least, find him again in no time. Todoroki had given you a really odd expression but you had brushed it off and said your goodbyes.

You were finally home, your feet sore and your head full of mush from thinking and worrying for Izuku. No matter how much time had passed, you couldn't shake off the thought of seeing Izuku back to the way he was. He was gentle, weird, so out there, but just shy and had the issue of shuttering a lot. He was so strong and you had no idea how much you had admired your friend up until now. A smile spread across your face, the now distant memories fading away as you walked into your room and into the bathroom to shower before heading to bed. You dried your hair, sighing loudly and throwing yourself onto the bed to finally relax before having to search again for your friend.

You had realized something though. It was a bit odd to have come into your house with it being clean and your bed made when you hadn't had the time to do so. The covers were up to your neck as you wiggled a bit in place and realized...

Someone had been there.

Someone was in here in your home, unless they had left once you had entered the house, and you were too afraid to even look around the room. You had felt someone here. If you pretended to go to sleep, maybe you can catch them by surprise and take them down. But your heart was racing. You were afraid of who it was, and something told you it was him. It had to be.

"Don't sleep on me just yet, Y/n-chan~" Your body had begun to shake, flinching almost, as your now trembling hands lifted you up slowly, trying to keep yourself composed. Your eyes trailed to him with his eyes looking straight into yours as if he has been analyzing you. They moved around, landing on what seems to be a bat right next to your bed. Depending on the quirk of the person, sometimes you couldn’t protect yourself and you were one of them. Your quirk was more from “the shadows” type of deal and it made it hard to use it in front of other people for training, or even villains without a proper distance. But Izuku was the one in front of you and you couldn’t help but feel fear, and no matter what, you couldn’t stop seeing him as your old friend.

His walk becoming more confident as he came to you, his now then messy hair looking bizarre. His hand-covered glove touching your cheek as he sat down next to you on the bed but his eyes didn’t look at you anymore. He made sure they were looking at your hands and not letting them move anywhere near a potential weapon. He held your hands in his, squeezing them lightly and smiling softly.

“I can not get over how beautiful you still are, Y/n-chan.” He complimented you, his grip tightening and his smile becoming sickening, painful to even look at. His ears are sharper now, and his eyes were still reflecting evil intent. You sat there in fear as he got up again, taking the bat into his hands and tossed it aside. “It's better to keep distractions at a distance, no?”

Panic set in. Your hands shook, your eyes looked around for a place to escape, but he knew your every move. You tried getting out of bed but he put his hands on your shoulders, sitting you back down with the same smile from before. "Hey, it's almost your bedtime, how about we talk a little before then?"

You instinctively shook your head and his expression changed. It looked in pain but he made sure to change it quickly. "I thought after all these years you would have loved to hear about me?"

"No. N-no! I did! I do!"

"Then, let's talk." It fell silent, his eyes tracing the features on your face as yours looked down at your hands, fidgeting them around, but as you thought more to yourself, you realized he shouldn't be here.

"You wanted to talk to me... didn't you, Izuku?" Your question came out as a soft whisper. He didn't acknowledge it so you continued. "I've missed you. Where did you go?"

He was silent for a while. Somehow, his old self was now visible to you, his eyes softening and his hands grabbing yours again, this time with gentleness. "I came to see you, multiple times. After all, you were the only one who really cared for me."

"But why. Why are you with the villains? We could have helped you, or-"

"NO!" You flinched to his sudden outburst and he quickly composed himself. "I-i... I don't want your pity."

"Well, I wanna-"

"Y/n?" Someone yelled out your name, knocking on the door of your house, echoing from the silence between you and Izuku. He looked angry, irritated that he got up and walked to your window. He swiftly opened it and without another glance or stare, he jumped out quickly, with no chance to even say his name. You had gotten up to see the outside of your window empty. He was quick, you knew that, but he disappeared faster than a shadow. You were just getting comfortable and now, he is gone again, and who knows if you'll ever see him again.

"Hey, I was knocking a few times, I'm sorry I woke you up, but it's an emergency." It was Kirishima who was alone but he was suited up for some reason, making you wonder that the reason he came over was to inform you about Izuku.

"No, it's fine. I was just getting to bed. What is that you needed?" You weren't positive if it was a good idea to say anything about your old friend coming into your room late at night, or if you should keep it to yourself. It's not like it wasn't important information but you were scared that they will catch him. You started to worry about his safety when you, in reality, probably shouldn't.

"We have spotted some villains wondering the streets down your street and we assumed Izuku had been close. Have you heard anything?"

Maybe you should say something now. You mustered up the courage to say yes. You didn't explain why he was here, but you told him that as soon as he had knocked on the door, he had disappeared. He will tell the others but you didn't care because to you, it's the way to help your friend. Talking to him today showed you he was there, still the same Izuku. You wanted him back.

You lost him before, you're not planning to lose him again. After all, you loved him too much to let him go.

[minvaleria93]

YOU HAVE NO IDEA

YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Summery: being the baby of the group the boys have been overprotective over y/n. Especially Yoongi. So when she starts seeing Kai things begin to heat up, feelings begin to unravel and sober thoughts are spoken out loud. 

Pairing: Yoongi x reader 

Genre: romance 

Words counted: 3428

WARNINGS: this will make your heart go 🥺😖😍😭 so don’t say I didn’t warn you 

She made sure to close the door silently, not to alert the boys. It was one in the morning y/n had just arrived home from meeting up with Kai. Kai and y/n had been dating for a few months, but kept their relationship a secret from the members of BTS because they were extremely overprotective when it came to dating and boys. Especially Yoongi. She walked silently towards the staircase, her shoes in one hand so there wasn't noise as she walked over the marble tiled floor. But just as she was about to walk up the first step of the staircase, the lights turned on, illuminating the living room and the corridor. Y/n cursed in her head, her eyes shut tightly before she opened then again and turned around."Well, well, well."Y/n felt her heart drop to her stomach; Jin sat on the sofa in the living room dressed in his black silk pyjamas with a baseball next to him. Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Jin jumped to his feet."No!" He said. "I don't want to hear your excuses. Do you have any idea what time it is, y/n?""Yes, and I—"Jin blinked as he looked at the girl. "I'm speaking right now," he cut her off. "Is that right or not?" Isabel pressed her lips together and hummed. "You did something wrong, do you agree?" He asked, and y/n only nodded with her head down. "Now go to your room!" Y/n quickly took a small bow before she ran up the stairs. 

••••

The morning came, and y/n headed downstairs for breakfast before she and the boys do would go to their rehearsal room and work on a few dance routines. 

The moment she entered the kitchen she could feel the tension breathing down her neck when she saw Jin and the others sitting at the table. 

"Look who finally decided to show up," Jin smiled at her. 

Y/n muttered a small, 'good morning' as she walked over to the table and sat down next to Namjoon for protection. 

"You slept in this morning," said J-Hope. 

"I just have one question," said Jungkook. "Is this going to be a regular thing? Because it's nice not having to be woken up by loud music and a hoover for an alarm clock." 

"Where were you last night?" Yoongi asked. 

"Yeah," said Jimin. "You missed movie night."

Y/n opened her mouth to speak. She knew they'd find out about Kai and her sooner or later. It was becoming slowly out of hand having to keep their relationship a secret not just from the boys, but also ARMY and EXO-L.

The sound of Jin's knife echoed throughout the kitchen as it dropped from his hand and onto his plate. 

Jimin and J-Hope looked at the girl with their jaws hanging down and their eyes widened in shock. 

Jungkook blinked and Namjoon's brows shot upwards.

Yoongi sat still like a statue, no emotion in either his expression or eyes. 

"Kai?" Taehyung asked slowly, breaking the silence. Y/n nodded, she could feel cold eyes on her coming from one of the members at the table, but she couldn’t see who since her head was down. 

The sound of a chair being pushed back filled her head, and when she looked up she watched as Yoongi walked outside to the garden. The boys knew that they were overprotective over y/n, but it was for her own good. 

And after Yoongi told Jimin how he felt about y/n it all made more sense to him. Yoongi watched y/n with this look in his eyes that even a blind person would describe as much more than just being a protective friend. 

Jimin too, pushed back his chair and followed out after Yoongi to make it seem less suspicious. 

••••

It's been a few weeks since the boys found out, and y/n had been spending more and more less time with the boys. They'd only see her at breakfast and rehearsal, but for the rest of the day she was either in her room or out with Kai.

"Where is y/n?" Namjoon asked, as he checked the clock in the dance studio. 

Yoongi pushed himself away from the wall and placed his water bottle down on the table. During the last few weeks he was much colder and moody. None of the members had ever seen him like this before, especially with y/n. If he saw her he'd ignore her and avoid making as so much as eye contact with her. 

"Don't act so surprised," he said. "She won't be turning up for today's rehearsal. We should just start without her."

Taehyung and Jungkook looked at the rest of the members with their arms crossed over their chest and their eyes widened. They could feel the coldness in Yoongi's tone. 

Namjoon exhaled a sigh. "Maybe you're right," he said slowly.

"We need to sit y/n down and talk to her," said Jin. "Set a few rules, you know."

"I agree," J-Hope nodded. "This isn't like her. She is always the one keeping up is line, but things have changed. We need to talk to her."

Jimin walked over to the radio and handed Yoongi the CD. "Are you alright?" He asked in a small voice so the others couldn't hear. Yoongi nodded, but didn't as so much utter a single word. 

Just as he was about to hit play, the door to the studio opened and in walked y/n. Her long, dark, brown hair was tied up into a ponytail and she wore her dance outfit. "Sorry, I'm late—"

"It's fine," said J-Hope. "We're just happy that you could make it." 

They has been dancing for about two hours, and each time they'd stop to go over a routine y/n would quickly run to the table and check her phone for a message. And Yoongi was loosing it inside.

He watched y/n from the mirror as she smiled down on her phone screen, and that was enough to set him off. "We should set a new rule," he said. Everyone turned to him. "No phones when we are rehearsing."

There was a short pause as everyone thought about what he said. "Yeah," said Jin. "That's a great idea."

"Is it just me," whispered Taehyung to Jungkook, who sat in the back. "Or has Suga been acting off lately?"

Jungkook nodded. "I was thinking the same thing," he whispered. "Especially when y/n's around."

Y/n watched Yoongi with an arched brow. She knew he was referring to her because she was the only one checking her phone. Nevertheless, she didn't want to start an argument so she switched her phone off and placed it back down on the table. 

••••

The song played softly in the background as they sat in the car that overlooked the city. Sat in the front passenger seat, her knees to her chest and her back against the door, laughing at something Kai had said. Y/n enjoyed spending her time with Kai. He knew how to make her laugh, put a smile on her face and would loose track of time with him.

But she also missed the boys. Especially Yoongi. He may have appeared as the savage type and like he didn't care about much, but deep down he was the sweetest person she came to know. He was funny, would make fun of her but in that friendship-type of way. He was also passionate and hard working. Y/n would be lying if she said that she didn't have a secret crush on Yoongi, but she knew he only took her for a sister like the rest of the members. So instead of having high hopes and the risk of loosing her friendship with Yoongi, y/n knew she had to take those feelings and lock them away in a chest somewhere deep.

Kai reached his hand out towards y/n and cupped her cheek to pull her in for a kiss, but before he could as so much lean an inch forward y/n's phone began to ring. Kai held back from exhaling a sigh as he leaned back in his seat. 

Y/n turned her phone over and looked down at the caller ID; Mochi. She swiped her finger across her phone screen and held the phone to her ear.

"Hel—"

"Y/n, where are you?" He asked, making y/n feel anxious and worried from the tone in his voice.

"I'm with Kai," she replied. "Why? Is something wrong?" She heard Jimin curse under his breath over the phone. "Jimin, what's wrong?" She asked.

He was home alone with Yoongi while everyone else went out to watch a movie, and instead of sitting the night out with him, Yoongi locked himself in his room with not just one bottle of Soju, but also a bottle of Spirytus vodka after finding out y/n was not  going out with the boys to be with Kai.

Jimin hesitated, he didn't want to ruin y/n time with Kai, but the whole reason Yoongi was acting up was because of her. And either way, Jimin knew that if he didn't tell her the truth she'd end up coming home just to find out for herself. 

"It's Yoongi," he said. "He's lost it."

"Lost it? What do you mean? Where is everyone?"

Jimin sighed. "They went to the cinema," he replied. "Y/n, just tell me how to g—"

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

Jimin's eyes widened. "What?! No, y/n it's fi— hello?" Jimin exhaled a deep and heavy sigh, his hand caught in his hair as he threw his phone on the sofa. 

••••

The door closed behind her as she threw her key in the bowl on the table on the side. "Jimin!" She called out as she walked down the corridor to the living room and spotted Jimin sitting on the sofa. 

"Y/n," jimin jumped to his feet. "You could have just told me how to deal with him. You didn't have to come."

Y/n waved her hand as though she was brushing air away. "Is he still in his room?" Just as jimin opened his mouth to answer, there was a loud clashing sound coming from upstairs. Both Jimin and y/n turned their heads at the sound. 

"What is he—" y/n caught Jimin's arm. 

"I'll go."

••••

She stood in a dark corridor that the only source of light illuminating it was from behind the closed door. She raised her hand up and knocked three times before speaking. "Is anyone home?" She asked,  and a low chuckle came from behind the door that followed the sound of a clicking. The door was now unlocked.

It was a mess. There were papers on the floor with lyrics for songs, pictures were also laying on the floor and there was broken glass scattered on the floor with a mark of dried alcohol on the wall. 

Y/n walked to the side of the bed and sat down on the floor, facing Yoongi who had his back against the wall, one leg stretched out and the other bent up with his wrist dangling over it has he held a bottle of Spirytus vodka in his hand. The purple, neon, LED lights in the room made his hair appear almost jet black and his eyes a void of darkness. She had seen him drunk before, but not like this.

"I see you're redecorating," she broke the silence. Yoongi didn't speak. The bottom of his lip folded over his top forcing a sarcastic smile while he nodded his head. 

Y/n watched him for a moment. "What are you doing, Yoongi?" She asked in a small voice that she was surprised he heard her.

"What does it look like?" He asked, his words came out almost mushed together. "I'm drinking." Y/n rubbed the side of her temple to stay calm. Drunk Yoongi was a whole other level of back-talking, sarcasm and stubbornness. 

"So," said Yoongi. "How was your date with Kai?" The very name tasted like poison to his lips. 

Y/n tilted her head to one side. "Yoongi," she said. "I know you don't care—"

"You're right," he said, coldly. "I don't." He raised the bottle of vodka to his lips and took a large gulp, the liquor burned his throat and chest making it feel like it was on fire. 

"I think that's enough," y/n clicked her tongue, as she reached her hand out towards the bottle, but Yoongi tugged away and held it to the level of his eyes.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Yoongi's expression turn into a small smile, his shoulders moved up and down as the chuckle left his lips and his eyes closed while he shook his head. "I don't care about him, I care..." He paused and his laugher slowly faded as he looked down on the floor before he lifted his head up to look at y/n. "I care about you." 

"Yoongi, you don't have to pretend that you care about me—"

Yoongi frowned, his nose scrunched slightly and his lips pouted. "Of course I care about you!" He exclaimed. 

"Okay," she said sarcastically. "You care about me. Now could you please give me that bottle—"

"No!" Yoongi shook his head. "You don't seem to get it, y/n. You have no idea how much I care about you," he said softly, and y/n felt her stomach twist into a knot. "Since I've said this much, I might as well just spill my heart out at this point." Yoongi looked deeply into y/n's eyes, and since waste a single second. 

"You," he began. "Have no idea how much you mean to me, y/n. You have no idea how much seeing you or just knowing that you're in the same room as me means to me. How much it makes me calm and at ease knowing you're around me."

Y/b dreamed of the day Min Yoongi would pour his heart out to her and tell her how much she meant to him, how happy he was to be around her, that seeing her made his day better. But now that it was happening she was afraid and she didn't know why. And there was also Kai who was nothing but sweet and nice to her. "Yoongi," she said. "Please, stop talking."

"But I'm nowhere near finished, y/n," he shook his head. 

Y/n stood up quickly and wanted to leave, but Yoongi caught her wrist in a firm grip and held her still. His very touch— the feeling of his skin on hers sent a shiver down her spine. He locked eyes with her again, but this time he much closer to her. "You have no idea how much I loath the thought of him as so much thinking about you," his voice came low, dangerous and poisonous. "Let alone touching you. I let someone snatch you away from me when I had you in the palm of my hands." Y/n didn't utter a single word. She stood there in silence and watched Yoongi speak. 

He exhaled a laugh. "I was so stupid!" He said more to himself than y/n. "So stupid to not come forward and tell you how I felt the moment I saw you. I was— and forever will be an idiot." 

A small laugh escaped his lips as he looked down at their hands and intertwined their fingers. "You have no idea how I envy the stupidest things," he laughed. "I envy the y/f/d that kisses you each time. I would trade places with the air that rushes by you. I envy the people you see when you are not home. I envy the people who talk to you and make you laugh. But most of all I envy Kai because he has taken what was mine before I could even come clean to you."

"You have no idea how much I love the way you hum when you're doing something," he said. "How cute you look when you're so focused on something. How you act so tough when you're so small. How you try and keep everyone in line. How your eyes light up when you talk about something that inspires you." 

There was a short pause as he reached his other hand up to her cheek so naturally like he had done it so many times. "You have no idea how much I want to be the one you think about last before you fall asleep and then when you wake up first thing in the morning," he whispered. "You have no idea how badly I want to hold your hand as we walk down the streets or to hold you close to me when we are watching a movie or just sitting and talking." His eyes dropped down to her lips band he suddenly became thirty. "You have no idea how badly I want to kiss those soft lips— to taste the sweet lip bomb you always use. To call you mine." 

Y/n could feel her vision become blurry and her chin trembled slightly. This was what she wanted to hear. This was like a wish come true. Like her praise had been answered. 

A tear escaped her eye, and then another. Yoongi brushed her years away with his thumb and leaned his forehead against hers with his eyes closed. Having her this close to him made his heart race like he just ran a marathon. The smell of her sweet perfume filled his nostrils making him inhale a deep breath like was about to go under water. 

"Y/n," he said her name in such a soft tone that it made her legs go weak even though she was sitting down. "Give me a chance."

Her brain was on fire, ready to explode from the impossibility of this moment. It feel like she was watching it happen, detached from her own body, incapable of intervening.

He gazed at her in a way that way both cool and smooth, but lusting at the same time. Her smile spread, and her flicker of relief turned into a feeling that punched her in the gut when he smiled back. It was utterly intoxicating, especially because she only dreamed that he'd smile like that at her.

Yoongi angled his head slightly to the side, looking down at her lips as if asking for permission before he closed the space between them. Y/n felt the butterflies in her stomach and her heart was beating so loud that she thought he must've heard it. 

They parted from the kiss, and Yoongi looked at her, the brown of his eyes changed into something hungry, and before she knew it, his hands were in her hair and their lips met in a sudden blow as he pushed her against the wall. And he kissed her. Hungrily. Desperately. 

Y/n knew that this was bad because she was with Kai, but the feelings she had towards him were nothing compared to what she felt towards Yoongi. With Yoongi it was the longing of wanting to be with him, to have his arms wrapped around her, to know what each of his kisses felt like, to just sit and be in the same room and do nothing, to just hear him breathing next to her— it was not the same, and she knew she was going to hurt Kai with this, but no matter how hard she tried closing and pushing her feeling for Yoongi away it seemed impossible. He’d always find a way to haunt her.

She pulled him closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hands through his soft hair. She could feel herself getting drunk from the alcohol on his lips. Yoongi griped her hips and allowed his hands to conquer her body. His arms were strong around her as he held her close to him. Her head began to spin, and it was because his lips were on her neck, tasting her, devouring her. Yoongi lifted her by the waist, hoisting her up against the wall, his hands cupping her backside, and her legs wrapped around him. 

[ordinaryfander]

The new video sure was something, uh

So, as usual I'm here to brag about the newest video. This time, I'm going to analyze "Dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS", and it's a long analysis/theory, so be patient with me.

This will majorly center around Remus and "the Others", so beware! (I'm so happy I don't have to call them Dark Sides anymore, it was never fair)

I wrote many points to consider, and each one will take quite a bit. With that, let's begin!

1) So:

[ 1) Remus: Who he is, what he does, why he's there ]

I think we can all agree that his debut was a surprise, especially because most of us were expecting the "Green Side" to be associated with something like Envy, or Greed, since dark green is sometimes associated with money.

However, we got Remus, aka Intrusive Thoughts, which I think is, in my opinion, the best option they could face.

So: he is Thomas' nasty thoughts, the evil, twisted fantasies, and he keeps Thomas' awake at night with dark ideas, he gives him the worst thoughts to deal with, things Thomas is deeply troubled to think of, because as Logan said, his catholic beliefs instilled in him that thought is the precursor of action.

Remus is there, and why is he there?

The fun thing is: I don't think he's there to be "useful". Later I'll explain where I think his Character Arc is going to go, but Remus really doesn't have any reason to be there except that intrusive thoughts are something absolutely everyone deals with. You all have to consider that, even if those are Thomas' Sides, they're also everyone's Sides. We all have Logic, Creativity, Morality, Anxiety, and we all lie (I'll return to that).

And this traits help us live with eveyday life?

But intrusive thoughts? They just majorly upset us, and worsen our view of ourselves, but we all still have them.

However, I'm really happy with this choice, because Thomas is starting to really show what I've been screaming since Deceit's debut: things are not black and white, and he is NOT a completely good person, because NO ONE is, not 100%. We can act like good people and sincerely mean to do good, but we're still gonna have dark, horrible thoughts. And, as Thomas' said, that's ok. Those thoughts don't make you a bad person if you don't act on them, but you should consider a therapist/psychiatrist if they bother you too much. There's no shame in that, too: please, reach out for help, if needed.

[ 2) Remus' relationships with: Roman, Deceit, and Virgil ]

- Remus' relationship with Roman

At 35:50, it's officially and definitely confirmed that Remus and Roman are brothers, probably even twins.

A moment after the Duke disappears, Roman says "I don't like him".

Thomas goes, at Roman: "So, you have a brother?"

And Roman clearly is uncomfortable with it: "Yeah... It's a little like looking into a fun-house mirror. But instead of a giant head, or, like, long legs or a tiny torso... It shows you everything you don't want to be."

Thomas answers: "That doesn't sound like a very funny house"

And Roman: "Yeah... Uhh, whatever, y'know-? (...)"

Roman and Remus obviously don't get along, but we understood that the moment Remus knocked out Roman with that weapon I don't know the name of (sorry rip, don't focus on this :'))

Roman considers himself a dashing Disney Prince, a knight in shining armor, an example of bravery and justice, while Remus is pure chaotic evil. He doesn't care what other people think and his idea of fun and fantasy is twisted, and he isn't afraid of Roman and his sword in the slightest. They're opposites.

Unluckily we didn't get much brotherly interactions or interactions at all, so there's no much to say, but those two have a whole damn lot to work through.

The question that many have been asking is: do Roman and Remus share a room?

The answer is: I honestly don't know. It would be a complete and utter mess that Roman would hate to have to share. Time will tell.

- Remus' relationship with Deceit

We haven't even seen them interacting on screen, but we already know so damn much about it.

WAY BACK in "Can LYING Be Good?", this was said about Deceit:

Roman: "If you really don't want to know something, he (Deceit) can keep our moutjs shut."

And Logan immediately goes "You don't want to believe it. That's where his (Deceit's) power comes from. Things that you want to believe. Things that you wish were true. And things that you wish weren't."

And later:

Deceit is able to shut up the Sides, but he's also able to hide them. That's what he did with Remus, he kept him locked away.

I've always been rooting for morally gray/sympathetic Deceit, but I'll try to stay neutral on this: though, I really believe that Deceit was trying to protect Thomas.

Remus is... A lot, to say the least. He's pure chaos, and isn't useful or helpful (for now) and doesn't even care to be. Deceit, on the other side, really cares about Thomas, and he showed that in many ways: he just cares about Thomas in his own way. Missing the callback of SVS still hurts Thomas after all this time, and I already explained why Deceit tried his best to do what was good for Thomas in court (https://ordinaryfander.tumblr.com/post/183871155711/thomas-shouldve-gone-to-do-the-callback-he).

I also said, tho, that in SVS Deceit was frustrated to no end because the other Sides weren't listening to him.

Look how confused he is at Patton's words.

You know why? Because Thomas thinks what he says. Thomas lies, and Deceit is there to prove it.

But they didn't listen to Deceit, but Deceit isn't like Virgil: Virgil waited lots of episodes to be listened to until he finally ducked out.

Deceit straight up released Thomas' worst thoughts because Thomas had to face in the most hard way that he is n o t a completely honest person. Deceit just got really pissed and went: "You know what? I'm useful, you need me and I'll prove it."

And he just did that. He straight up released Remus, Thomas' worst thoughts, on them. Deceit is the only one who could do that, and you know why he did?

Remus: "Thomas, speaking of knowledge; recently a snake offered me a morsel from the tree of knowledge. He said you're wanting to be more honest and be direct dealing with your issues, no longer will you deceive yourself about the ugliness within you, me!"

Deceit smacked in the face Thomas with Remus, so Thomas could get the point. I think he did. "If you don't want to lie to yourself, at least face who you really are"

About Remus and Deceit alone...

I don't think Deceit really likes Remus. Deceit is kinda goofy, but he's also sophisticated, charming, a silver-tongue. Remus is a stinky garbage man.

Deceit wants to protect Thomas' reputation, Remus would destroy it. Probably Remus likes Deceit (I think he likes everyone, he doesn't care), but Deceit doesn't really reciprocate the feeling. I could surely be proven wrong, those are just my points.

- Remus' relationship with Virgil

Boy oh boy.

Well, the video already said what I could'be said: Virgil dislikes Remus, he doesn't trust him, but he's also not as scared of him anymore like he used to be.

Virgil, at Remus (32:27): "I thought you were some... Horrible illness. Now I can see that you're just a common cold, a mild inconvenience that's gone before you know it."

And Remus looks at him like this:

That's not a evil look. He's soft, almost proud.

He isn't even offended. He just goes "Eheh, you tickle me, emo."

And Virgil has one blink-and-you-miss-it-moment when he genuinely smiles.

I think he did somehow used to like (platonically y'all) Remus, even if he was scared of him. They were still... Friends, maybe, at some point. Deceit and Virgil never had such a kind-of-sweet moment, even if just a few seconds long, and even if the Duke and Virgil still are not likely to get along in general and for the time being. The Duke's phrase about Old Times wasn't a welcomed one by Virgil.

I don't wanna dig in too much else, we already know that Virgil doesn't still trust the Duke. That was just some looks I noticed that stuck with me.

Also, I won't ignore the fragment revelead his name and said: "Of course (I told you, Thomas), I would never hide anything to you." And it cuts right off to Virgil. Eh. Busted.

- How Will His Character Arc Go?

That one is the most important question.

Everyone is gonna believe what they will, but I don't think he'll get... Sympathetic, even? He's just pure chaos.

Maybe his Arc will entangle with a Roman new one, maybe his Arc will entangle with Deceit's. I do hope that Thomas and co. will now value Deceit better, he really isn't that bad... At least, not compared to Remus.

Deceit shut up Logan guys, but Remus straight up murdered him. Even if they can't literally die, y'all really can't close a whole eye on that.

So I just think he's gonna stay around and do mischief, but will surely get some sort of development related to other characters. I'm almost sure he won't get a Solo Arc, surely not for now. However, I'm pretty sure they'll get back to talk how to manage him, and how he can become more useful.

- Conclusions and predictions for the next video

Honestly, sorry this was messier than my normal analysis/theory posts, but I don't fully know how to take Remus yet.

Y'all see, the moment I knew Deceit I made my mind up: he's morally gray, he has a purpose, he has to get credit for it.

Remus confused me in every possible way. He's chaos. I'm sure we won't see him in the next video, but I predict maybe Deceit will be in it, just to look how good of a job he's done.

And that's pretty much it. I hope you all have a good time :>

[drdapper13]

Fallout OCs!

Uh, hey! This is pretty much the first time I've released any info about all my Fallout OCs. If you're wondering how they all know each other and what this big plot is, basically the Enclave come back with Institute allies and some other mess. All the characters and pictures were created by yours truly, and I hope those who see enjoy!

Johnny Cole/ "Vault Dweller"

Summary

Johnathan Cole, or as you better know him as the Vault Dweller, was once a typical resident inside Vault 13. He didn't enjoy the lifestyle of living in a vault and wanted to see what the real world was like. It was only until Vault 13's water chip breaks when he finally gets his wish, and was now tasked to trek through the Californian Wasteland to find a new one before his Vault dies. He came across new places, new friends, and new threats. After he defeats the master through words, Johnny was claimed as a hero by many but was ousted from his vault by his Overseer out of the fear of others wanting to leave as well. Johnny left with no strength left to fight back, and left the vault forever. He set off into the mountains and began setting up a new tribe with other vault dwellers. Before he died of old age, he told his tribe to preserve his brain and asked one final request to bring him back somehow if something were to happen that could threaten his tribe. Many years later, Johnny was re created in the year of 2287 by the help of Vault Scientists from Vault City, who were able to bring him back thanks to tremendous breakthroughs in technology. He was brought back to life due to the Lone Wanderer, Courier, and Sole Survivor needing aid in taking out a new threat that Johnny will have to fight against.

Personality

Johnny is a rough and tumble type of guy, always enjoying to throw himself into a fight with no intention of backing out until the room is full of nothing but corpses. He may not always think before he talks, but he has pure intentions and always looking for anyone in need. He also won't hesitate in pulling the trigger first if things go south, so he needs a bit of restraint from his allies before he makes a wrong move. Though he seems thick skinned and fool hearty, Johnny is a simple and kind guy who you can talk to in a bar.

Cazzy

Summary

Cazzy can't really remember much about her life, considering it was composed of being in a bio gel tube in a induced coma. She was actually an experiment created by Enclave Scientists after they resurged, wondering what the effects could be on manipulating human dna and the various mutated animal dna together and how it could be used to their advantage. One day, she was able to break free due to a containment breach by another female creature created by the Enclave. They both escaped into the night and never seen each other since. With her on her own, she decided to stay in the shadows and keep sight from humans. She traveled to the Mojave, and while there she found out that she can befriend and control other wild Cazadors, which she found useful to find supplies without needing to go out in full view. She lived in a small cave, and even though she had her fellow Cazadors, she felt lonely and in need of companionship. She wasn't the greatest at speech either, and could only speak in short utterances. One day, she noticed that a group of humans were traveling down a trail, and one really caught her attention. A man with yellow blond hair and wearing a blue jumpsuit, it was none other than Johnny Cole, along with the rest of the crew. It was then that they got cornered and attacked by a band of Raiders who were waiting for a surprise attack. Before anyone could react, a loud sound of buzzing came began to get louder and louder, and in shock from everyone, a large swarm of Cazadors swarmed at them. It was then when the main five realized that the Cazadors went after the Raiders. The swarm attacked and killed the raiders, leaving nothing but stung and stiff corpses. The group were confused as to why they weren't attacked as well, but that's when they noticed the feminine bug walkong towards them, wearing nothing but a ragged cloak to cover herself. They were stunned with awe at the sight; a insectoid woman. With the best of her speech, she said "I save you" in a soft voice. They were now dumbfounded that she could talk. She began eyeballing them all with her giant red eyes and began eyeing down Johnny again. She liked the way that this human looked, toned and strong she could tell even from just looking at his tightly fitted suit. Johnny began eyeballing her back, and something sparked within him that he never felt in a long time since, and he could tell that she can feel it too. He was the first one to thank her for her act of kindness, and asked for her name. She paused, since she never had a name in the first place. Since Mojave knew about Cazadors, he gave the idea of Cazzy as a name. She seemed pleased with it, and kept it as her official name. Johnny pledged the idea of her joining along with the group, and while they were relunctant at the thought and the chances of this female bug lady killing them all with a swarm of bugs seemed likely, she never seemed hostile at them in the slightest and did save their asses. They all agreed, with Johnny being the most joyous, and Cazzy making a buzzing noise of delight. She packed up ther things and setted of witht the group, with a new interest on her right and a swarm of Cazadors on her left.

Personality

Cazzy in the beginning of her new life was very timid and quiet, fearing the world amd the people , how theh would react to seeing a creature such as her, and felt embarrassed about showing her body. She was also very curious about the world around her, but never had the strength to actually go out and explore. It was only until Johnny and the others came into her life to show her the real world. She's now become very open and more spring in her step , and could speak more fluently in English. She always wanted to experience companionship with someone, and was given that chance when she met Johnny. Cazzy doesn't exactly know how to use weaponry, but thanks to Johnny she knows how to handle a poison soaked knife and is pretty decent with a pistol, but would much rather use her swarm of Cazadors to take baddies out.

Griffin Cole/ "Chosen One

Summary

Griffin Cole is the grandson of Johnny Cole, the Vault Dweller and founder of his tribe. Griffin was tested and destined to become the new leader of his people, and was sought to be the "Chosen One". Griffin was sent on a mission to find the tribals that have gone missing. He then discovers of the Enclave, and their plans to find people to use as slaves to mine the FEV underneath their oil rig. He finds new friends and a sweet car, and after a long and treterous mission, he successfully kills Frank Horrigan and stops the Enclave from mining the FEV. He goes back and continues to lead his tribe until his death, in which he asks for the same procedure just like his grandfather and the promise to bring him back if a new threat occured. He was re created in the year of 2287 by the help of Vault Scientists from Vault City, who were able to bring him back thanks to tremendous breakthroughs in technology. He was brought back to life due to the Lone Wanderer, Courier, and Sole Survivor needing aid in taking out a new threat that he and his grandfather will have to fight against.

Personality

Griffin takes alot from his grandfather. He enjoys throwing himself into a fight with little regard to his personal safety, and makes up for it with his powerful melee blows and bullet sponge armor made from the same material as Frank Horrigan's armor. Unlike the other members, Griffin enjoys being up close and personal and likes melee or unarmed combat, though he is a decent shot when it comes to his trusy Bozar. If melee isnt available, hell use his fists to make amends with what ever is bothering him. He may not act or sound like the sharpest, but there are moments where something comes out of him that sounds like it wouldn't come from him. He's a gentle giant, and a beefcake under his armor, which makes hima the center of attention and oggled by many women, both during his first and second life, though he isn't interested in being in a relationship as of now.

Sam Lincoln/ "Lone Wanderer"

Summary

Sam Lincoln was born and raised in Vault 101 and was taught mainly by his father, James Lincoln, a brilliant scientist who had an hopes and a dream of restoring the broken wasteland. His father always taught him that he'll achieve great things in the future, and great things Sam did indeed. When his father left Vault 101, Sam instantly took persuit and set on finding his father. Along the way, he finds new friends and helps the good people of the DC wasteland. Sam eventually finds his Father and helps the Lyon's Pride BoS take back the Jefferson Memorial to complete Project Purity. After the events of FO3 and Broken Steel, Sam decided to stay with the Lyon's Pride as their top tier sniper until their departure from the DC to the Commonwealth, where Sam decided to stay in the DC. It wasn't until Sam was called by the Courier and Sole Survivor to help them in their mits of stopping the Institute in FO4, and to stop an even bigger threat after that; the Enclave Resurged.

Personality

Though Sam may look 19, he’s actually 29 by the time the events of FO4 happen due to a unique age deficiency, making him appear younger. So the voice a mature British man coming out of a 19 year old is an odd site. Though he’s 29, Sam still has the heart of a child, so he still enjoys the things that would necessarily fit his age. He’s also the shortest of the group, only being 5′8 and a half so he gets picked on easily. Sam is an excellent sharpshooter, and enjoys staying out of the fray picking of any major threats that can come across his group with his trusty Lincoln’s Repeater. After the death of his father, Sam was only left with the life lessons that his dad told him, though he still felt lost without a father figure to help him. Luckily, being with the Sole Survivor during FO4 and the Enclave Resurgence gives him the chance to have someone to look up to, and although he’ll never forget his true father, the Sole Survivor is someone he definitely feels that he can teach him and help pick up where James sadly had to leave off. 

Pollyn Matthews  

Summary

Pollyn Matthews is the daughter of Ghoul gardeners and flower specialists, Ryan and Rachel Matthews. Because of their love for all things plants and flowers, she was named after the substance that helps plants grow. Pollyn was a miracle child when she was born, as she came out perfectly fine even though her parents were both Ghouls before she was born. Though after a few years, the process of ghoulification began to occur, though not as drastic as other Ghouls. She still kept her full head of red hair, and her skin wasn’t as damaged as her parents and didn’t smell like a rotting corpse, though she did lose her nose, and isn’t fully resistant to high levels of radiation. Though her process of becoming a full Ghoul seem to have stopped, she still fears of becoming feral, and having to fear wondering if or when her parents become feral, but she tries her best to hide the fear unless she feels that she can’t hold it in. Pollyn herself is a mercenary and bounty hunter of sorts, only going after Raider bosses, opposing mercenaries like Talon, and other bad guys. She then sells the loot she finds in her own shop, while her parents live the calmer life style of owning a flower shop, but still support her daughter in what she does, saying that what she does “rids the world of these no good junkies”. One day on a mission to take down a Raider boss, she came across a ginormous group of Talon Company mercs attacking a band of 5 men hiding behind a shack, obviously the situation wasn’t in their favor. The seemed to have no advantage as the group of Raiders seemed to posses more fire power and numbers than the 5 men and their act of flanking was non existent. She needed to act fast, and so with her trusty AA-12 shotgun and frag grenades, she ran in and blasted all the mercs into mince meat before any of them realized what was going on. All the men (Johnny, Griffin, Sam, Mojave, and Rick) could only hear the screaming of men and the sound of constant shotgun blasts, explosions, and bodies hitting the floor. They were shocked to see in the blink of an eye that a group of trained mercs that they thought would out beat them were single handedly slaughtered by one singular Ghoul. They thanked her for her help, and all she asked in return was to help her take their loot back to her shop. Sam felt a spark go off in him about this woman, but a Ghoul? He felt conflicted at first, but decided that a lot of things happen for a reason, but the problem was that he was never really good at making any moves. Pollyn could tell the young man was acting funny, and realized that the young man was interested in her. She felt shocked that someone would actually feel that way despite her appearance and just like Sam, she was never really good at making the first move. She felt embarrassed at having these feelings towards someone who was younger than her, but then felt relieved yet more embarrassed when Sam had to break the ice, as usual, that he was 29, a good 2 years older than her, yet noticeably shorter than her by about an inch or two. The rest of the men could do nothing but smile in pure smugness, and asked if she ever wants to lend a hand she can always give them a call, especially Sam. She was more than happy to accept the offer.

Personality

Pollyn is what you would call a tomboy, never having any interest in more feminine things and more into the rough and tumble style, and while she seems thick skinned and a bit abrasive, she's actually very sensitive and shy when it comes to showing her feelings. Sam himself loves both her tomboy ish charms and sensitive side, sometimes teasing her about it in a playful manner. Pollyn enjoys being loud, mainly when it comes to combat. She enjoys fragging enemies with grenades and shotguns, and is decent in melee combat with her trusty fire axe. Pollyn is always down to take down some baddies and won’t back down in a fight when it comes to protecting others.

Mojave Navarro/ “Courier Six”

Summary

Mojave Navarro was born in the Mojave Wasteland, and was the only child of his two parents, who were Bighorn and Brahmin ranchers. In his early years, Mojave enjoyed two things, western cowboy movies and fixing things. Mojave’s parents knew he was gifted when he was able to fix a broken Mister Handy into becoming their personal helper, discovering his knack of fixing robots. His father was able to get his hands on some old western flicks and tv shows back before the Great War and were in somewhat working condition. Mojave always dreamed of becoming a peace keeper, and would always ask his parents if he can become a sheriff. At age 15, Mojave began learning on how to use a gun, and a revolver felt right in his hands. He didn’t learn anything fancy but was a good shot with it, even at long ranges. By the time Mojave reached 20, his parents decided that it was time for them to retire and settle in Texas, where things were less hectic. Mojave, while saddened that his parents early departure, he was happy and thankful for them helping him out getting on his own feet. Mojave had to push the dream of being a sheriff in the back of his mind and settled off on working as a courier in the Mojave Express. It wasn’t a glamorous job, but it helped bring the caps in. While his life was simple and easy, Mojave knew that he could do so much more. It was only until he was assign to deliver a special package when his life was about to turn in a whole new direction. One moment he's walking down a trail with no worries in the world, and next thing he knows he’s tied up and confronted by three men, once of which was in a checkered suit, and pulled a gun on him. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up in an old house with a splitting headache. Insert most of Fallout NV’s plot n side quests which morally help people despite factions, and Mojave is now the owner of both Vegas and the Hoover Dam, with the help of Yes Man. When the plot of FO4 happens, Mojave sets up in the Commonwealth as a robot repairman in an old Red Rocket gas station, where he creates, sells, and repairs robots. He also created Sunset, his robot lover

Personality

Mojave is a calm and collective individual, always sounding confident with every word that comes out of his smooth talking mouth. Whenever he sees the opportunity to make some money (as long as it isn’t on those who are good of heart and aren't bad guys) he’ll take the advantage. His charisma is enough to make anyone change their mind, which can be useful in a pinch. Mojave is a keeper of piece always looking out for the good of the people, but doesn’t enjoy it when referred t o as an “Anarchist”. Mojave is a Jack of all Trades and a Master of None, meaning he can do just about anything and everything and anything that is put up in front of him; sneaking, sniping, melee combat, all the good stuff, but he's most experienced with gunslinging and repairing. Mojave will rarely bring up his temper, but when it does hell has no fury like his scorn. 

Sunset Nevada

Summary

Sunset Nevada was created by Mojave Navarro in an effort to create someone to call his own. From what Mojave remembered, Mojave made her to be as unique and as human as possible. It took him months to create and design every aspect of her, from body to personality, but kept her inner conscious open so that she can learn and understand things on her own. It took him countless trials and errors, and when he believed that he was close and turned her on, she didn’t respond. He sat on the floor, anguished and distraught in defeat, believing that he failed to bring him someone to truly love. It was only then that he hear a faint, “hello? Are you okay?” and looked up to see the beautiful robot he created was awake, and talking. He ran up to her and hugged her tightly, and she embraced the hug. After her initial start up, Sunset eased within the wasteland, thanks to Mojave feeding her inner code with all the info she needed to know (or for what he knew and could find) with both Pre-war and post war stuff, but just enough where she can still discover things on her own. Mojave also added hints about him within her, just so that she begins her relationship with him and naturally falls for him over time, and so it did. Mojave introduced her to the gang, and were happy to have a new member in the gang, and could clearly see the improvement on Mojave himself.

Personality

Sunset Nevada is a bubbly and happy individual, always curious about anything thats new and always excited to try something new. She is the very thing that makes Mojave keep on going, saying that she is, “the only one for him,” and promises to never let anything happen to her. She is unique in the fact that she is a one of a kind Assaultron, with a personality and “consciousness” that is as close to human as possible, similar to a Synth. Her body was handcrafted by Mojave and colored to be of a  beautiful desert sunset, hence her name. Mojave   taught her to never let anyone discourage or take advantage of her of being a robot, due to varying factions that involve robots (Rust Devils, BoS, etc.) and she always takes it to heart, and even when she does have thoughts of self doubt, it instantly dissipates when she embraces her lover. Sunset’s arsenal includes a gun varying the situation, an Assaultron Blade sword, and her special laser that most Assaultrons have that comes from her eye. She hates when people compare her or think of her as just an Assaultron, and has a distaste for other Assaultrons, except a few (PAM, Ada, and KLE-0) for being nothing more than pre-programmed killing machines, and shows it when she fights them, claiming that they aren't her “sisters”. 

Rick Deckard/ “Sole Survivor”

Rick Deckard

Rick Deckard during his Pre-War times, was an outstanding man. At a young age, he joined the Commonwealth Police Force, and after that he joined the military to save his country. After his honorable discharge, Rick settled down and married his high school sweetheart, Nora, and had a baby named Shaun. All that changed when the bombs dropped, and they had to enter Vault 111, where they didn’t realize they were walking into a freezing chamber. Rick woke up at one point to see that his wife was being apprehended buy two people, and was needlessly murdered by Kellogg for his son. He froze again, and finally woke up again, now 210 years after they initially entered the vault. Nate wanted vengeance and justice, and set off into the new and broken world that was the Wasteland. He joined the Minutemen, and after Fallout 4′s, he’s set off on to help restore the Commonwealth. While in the Commonwealth, he helped most of his companions, and even fell in love with Curie.

Personality

Rick is a hardened man, and knows how to work in a firefight. He’s smart, tactical, and knows how to turn the tide of a battle to his favor, which makes him an amazing general of the Minutemen. But just because he’s hardened does’t mean he’s lost his sense of human or sensitivity, and still knows how to have a good time. He can be pretty sarcastic, but only comes to it when it comes to someone who's not on his good side. Since Rick is a father, He's really determined to make sure everyone shows their true potential and to never stop doing what they believe in, and is really protective about those he cares about.