#kinda personal and vent-y so I felt like putting it in the tags

[sun-marie]

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[harlowhockeystick]

Baby Please Come Home - Nate Mackinnon

a heartbroken Nate doesn’t know what to do, so he calls his best friend to find out where he went wrong

contains: cuss words, angst, gn reader (if i made a mistake, please let me know), it's kinda sad in the beginning,

word count: 1,787

12 fics of Christmas

tagging: @thecoldwind @drei-mrssvechii @puckbunnyforsway @snidneycrabby @multistann @theweightofstardust

Nate was in a rut. Not a hockey rut, no, there he was doing just fine. Playing like normal Nathan Mackinnon, scoring goals and making plays on both sides of the ice. In that area of his life, he was doing just fine. But in his personal life? That’s where he was in a rut.

His girlfriend of almost a year, Claire, broke up with him. It was an out of the blue, shock to the world, break up. It was the last thing in the world he was expecting to hear from her when she came over. Claire didn’t stay for long; she broke the news, saying she wasn’t feeling things anymore and it was best that things end between them, and she grabbed all of her belongings and left.

She left him, with dinner on the stove for two ready to be eaten, and two wine glasses that were meant to be filled. He stayed standing in his entryway for a few minutes after she left, staring at the door, waiting to see if she would come back. Perhaps she was just playing a joke on him, someone set her up to do it. But ten minutes went by, and she didn’t come back. Ten turned into twenty, and twenty turned into forty, and soon it was nearing nine thirty and Nate had to go to bed. She wasn’t coming back.

He put dishes away and put the dinner into tupperware containers, saving them for the next few days. He went through the motions of cleaning up the kitchen, tidying up and putting things away where they belong. Turned off the lights and the television, heading to his bedroom where he would start getting ready for bed.

He stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to finally hit. Staring, wondering why she would do this. Why now? They had just set up christmas plans, he had just bought two plane tickets to bring her to Nova Scotia for a couple days. Nate was so excited too, telling his mom about her and how he really loved her.

Had he done something wrong? Did he forget an important date that she didn’t tell him about? Nate knows he’s not the most romantic guy in the world, but he tries. He tries really hard, especially for the people he loves. He even got her flowers and an edible arrangement sent to her apartment when he was out of town for a game on her birthday. He tried. But apparently, it wasn’t hard enough.

He turned on the tv in his room, finding a movie to watch that would hopefully lull him to sleep. Watching something that he had seen a thousand times over, something that he could quote word for word, he still found himself wide awake. It wasn’t too late, just past ten.

Maybe Y/N is awake…

He thought to himself. Reaching for his phone he scrolled through his contacts, his phone hovering over your name. He pressed the call button and pressed his phone to his ear, silently asking that you wouldn’t answer.

“Helloooo?” you dragged out, answering the phone in the way you always did and it made him feel much better. So much better than he has in the past three hours. He didn’t respond right away, leaving you concerned. “Nathan? Are you there?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.” he responded. His tone alarmed you, it sounded…dull. He sounded like he had no life in him at all- granted the time of night he’s calling, you give him the benefit of the doubt.

“What’s up? Everything alright?” he still took a few minutes to finally respond. All you heard was heavy breathing and what sounded like a choked out sob coming from his side of the phone.

“She broke up with me,” he confessed. That’s when it all came out. The tears, the emotions, the confusion of it all. He vented, told you everything that Claire said and everything he felt about it. You had never heard a man so heart broken before. He truly was sad about it.

And you’re not surprised by his reaction, not at all. The things he did for Claire even had your jaw dropping sometimes. He loved her, dearly. There were times when Nate thought he met the one. Times where he thought that this girl was gonna be the one he spent the rest of his days with. But apparently, that was not going to happen. And he hated it.

“Do you want me to come over?” you asked, fully prepared to drive across town if he requested it. He was quick to say no, even though he would have enjoyed the company. You continued to talk with Nate, he continued to vent and you continued to listen.

Now you’ve been on the phone for over an hour and the conversation was slowly coming to an end. There was one question that he was dying to ask, but was too nervous to ask it. But maybe it was because he was too tired and he was not thinking straight, or maybe he just didn’t want to go back home alone, but he asked anyway.

“Do you want to go to Nova Scotia with me?” he blurted out. His words had you stunned. That was the last question you expected to hear. You were aware of his plans for the holidays, and he was aware that you planned on staying in town. “You don’t have to say yes now. I leave early on the twenty fourth, I've already got a ticket and it’s yours if you want it. Just let me know.”

You said your goodbyes and when you hung up the phone, you were now wide awake. Thinking if it would be wrong or not to go with him, fresh off of a break up. But on the other hand, he did invite you. And why would he invite you if he didn’t want to go alone?

You decide to sleep on it. Across town, Nate is doing the same thing. Instead of overthinking and worrying about what he had just done, he decides to sleep on it. Hoping, praying to God that he didn’t just make the biggest mistake of his life.

-

When Nate woke up, he prayed that all of last night was just a dream. But when he opens instagram and goes to Claire's page, all of the pictures that she had posted with him are gone. All the memories they made, going on trips to the springs, the summer they spent with each other on the lake, and the pictures from the dates they went on together. He supposes that he should delete the ones that he has too, even though he doesn’t want to just yet.

Eventually he pulls himself out of bed and gets dressed, deciding it would be better than spending his day sulking. Starting his morning breakfast by putting the coffee grounds in the right place and pouring the water in, the sound of the doorbell stops him momentarily.

He opens the door to find you, still in your pajamas, with your tumbler in your hand filled with coffee. “I’ll go to Canada with you.” you blurt out before he can even say hello. Walking past him you enter his home, going to sit at his kitchen bar. “But only on one condition,” you implied.

He started back on making his breakfast, cracking eggs open and pouring them into the frying pan while he waited for your follow up. “You have to call Claire and talk it out with her. Clearly you have some things that need to be said and I'm not the one you need to tell. You need to talk to her, Nate.”

He knew what you said was right. He knew that it would make him feel ten times better if he talked to Claire, ask questions that he had been asking the walls of his bedroom for the past twelve hours. “Here, I'll finish breakfast and you give her a call.”

You shooed him away and took the spatula from his hand. Nate picked up the phone from the counter. He dialed Claire's number and patiently waited on the couch for her to pick up. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach, afraid of what might be said.

“Hello, you’ve reached Claire…”

He took a sigh of relief. He was glad she did not pick up, to be honest. He waited for the beep to start talking, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. He laughed nervously at first, and then realized that it was just Claire he was talking to. Even though she wasn’t listening.

“...I don't know why I called, well. I do know why. I wanted to talk things out, but you’re probably busy with family. You’re probably on your way to Arizona now.” he kept talking into the phone, some of it making sense and some of it didn’t.

“It’s gonna feel strange without you. This wasn’t how I planned on spending Christmas this year, without you. I would really like to talk things out, Claire. I just don’t get it. I don’t understand where things went wrong with us.”

Nate eventually hung up the phone and he tossed it to the other side of the couch, putting his face in his hands. You noticed his body language, and how the tension in the room was thicker now than it was when you arrived. You took the frying pan off the stove and set it on the other side, putting the spatula in the sink and you started to walk over to him on the couch. Sitting next to him you rested your hand on his back, resting your head on his shoulder.

“She’ll talk to you when she’s ready. But it was good that you called her, it means a lot to her. I promise.” you comforted, rubbing circles over his back. He picked his head up and smiled at you, leaning back against the soft cushions of the couch. “Come on, your food is gonna get cold.”

Halfway through breakfast you made small talk with each other; you began to ask him about the trip and he gave you all the answers to all of your odd questions.

“Thank you for wanting to come with me, Y/N. It means a lot.” You smiled and gave him a hug while standing in the hallway of his apartment, getting ready to leave and head back to your place to start packing for a trip you didn’t even know you would go on a day ago. “Of course, Nate. anything for a friend like you.”

.・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。.✫

- thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed it. i kind of hated the way i ended it, but i also am not super proud of this. but nonetheless i hope you liked it!

xo, j

[phoenixblack89]

Connor’s Candy Cane Kiss

DAY 23

THE PROMPTS -

Kids, it's time you knew something

You can't tell them Santa's not real!

I wasn't going to... but you just did.

MASTERLIST

@lilythemadqueen​ gave me the confidence to finish this when I was struggling really really badly with low self esteem and general IRL shit that wasn't inspiring my mind when it came to smut at all. I couldn't write, I couldn't read it as it was just a reminder of something I wasn't getting (bit of a dry patch for me and the hubby) but Lily let me vent and I felt a weight lift from my shoulders and thus this came to be.

It could kinda be seen as practice for another little one-shot I have been requested to do featuring the lovely DD but that is a while off yet, though it will follow what Mr. Reedus thinks D would do if someone tried to kiss him ahaha

Anyway enough rambles, enjoy sweetums!!

Please comment, reblog and fave if ya like it! would make me smile and we could all do with more smiles :)

TAGS: @lilythemadqueen @littlegodzilla @fandomsaremykryponite @browneyes528​

WARNINGS: premature ejaculation, unprotected sex, SMUT, misuse of candy canes

The cold weather had driven most people indoors as the relentless rain and wind bashed against the windows, yet here you were dragging three huge boxes full of gifts towards the church you attended for the local children's home charity holiday festival. The poor kids in the system, that didn't have foster families, probably wouldn't be getting much for Christmas so you had saved up all year to do a huge toy donation towards it. As any good Catholic woman should. Charity begins at home as they say but you didn't have a home. Or a family. Or many friends. So doing something for the kids was the next best thing.

You paused for breath at the bottom of the steps and juggled the boxes almost dropping them as you slipped on the wet steps. Thankfully, strong arms steadied you and you allowed the person who'd grabbed you to take one of the boxes from you. The blond smirked down at you as another darker haired man took the other boxes from you before skipping with ease up the steps. You ducked your head and followed.

"Thank you." You whispered as you entered the church, spotting the place to put the boxes and hurrying off to drop them off. The men following and placing the boxes down on the table.

"Ah Y/N!  There you are!"

You turned your head towards the old priest as he hobbled towards you on his bandy legs. You nod at him as he pauses in front of you, panting slightly.

"Everything alright Father?"

"No its a disaster!"

"Oh? What's wrong, maybe I can help" You reply, hoping it would be large enough to distract you from the headache you could feel building at the low light from the candles. The priest grabbed your hands and bowed his head over them.

"You're really a Saint Y/N!" He smiled, crossing himself as he rose. "The children's visit is in jeopardy! There's no one to supervise it and I'm unable to cancel my blessings at the hospital! Would you please fill in for me?"

"Oh! I... I..."

"O' course she would. Murph and me will help keep those sweet babes in order too! Ain't that right sweetheart?"

You turned as the blond and his dark haired friend stepped up behind you. Your eyes couldn't help but run over the muscles straining the man's shirt as you swallowed thickly. A blush graced your cheeks and you nodded mutely. Your voice suddenly having abandoned you in the handsome man's presence.

"Thank you! Here's the address. Be there in a few hours." The priest handed you an address and ran off as another parishioner called for his attention.

***

A few hours later you found yourself stood at the back of a large community hall as dozens of children ran about excitedly. The man dressed as Santa was convincing you'd have to give him that. Even the beard was real. The kids lined up and bounced on their feet, excited to see the man in red.

You sighed as yet another child jostled you as they sped up. The sugar was definitely playing apart in the energy of them. Your eyes once again betrayed you as you watched the blond swing one of the kids around in a circle as the girl laughed loudly. His brother was trying to help some of the older kids decorate a tree and was very outnumbered. You ducked your head with a giggle as Murphy had a string of tinsel thrown around his neck and was pulled to the floor.

"Ye got a pretty little laugh there lass."

"Huh, thanks I guess."

The blush on your face burned as he smirked. You could already feel the headache coming on as the noise increased. Murphy lay tangled on the floor fighting to escape the rambunctious 8 year olds pinning him down and ticking him.

"Damn. God I hate Christmas." You complain under your breath. "Next year, I'm dropping the gifts and getting outta there ASAP."

"Ah don't be a sour puss!" Connor laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulders and stirring you out of the double doors. "Bet I could put some Christmas cheer in ye."

"Oh is that so Mr MacManus?" You laugh as he pulls a candy cane from his pocket and shoves it unceremoniously into your mouth. You suck it, smirking as his eyes fall to your lips and pushes you gently into the nearby closet. His hands grip your waist tightly as you make obscenely wet noises with the sugary minty treat. "Candy canes are nice but I'm sure you've got another way in mind?"

Where the sudden boldness you were displaying was coming from you had no idea. Something about the gorgeous Irishman was bringing out the seductress in you. His eyes bore into yours as he lifted you on his hips. His hands making quick work of your skirt, bunching it around your waist as his hands tugged your underwear down.

"Ye just keep eating 'hat candy girl. Let Connor take care o' the rest." He smiled as his belt clanked open, followed by his zipper. His fingers ripped your underwear apart at the seams in impatience before thrusting fast and hard into your unprepared hole. You bit down on the stick, snapping it in two. You hiss as he sets a harsh pace, you could feel every inch of his thick hard cock pumping in and out of you as he groaned against your neck. His fingers gripping onto the back of your thighs tightly as you gave a squeak. The shelf behind you shook with the force of his actions.

"Connor..." You whimper, feeling yourself growing slicker and slicker. His hard breathing in your ear made your pulse quicken as his hand squirmed between your hips and began fumbling at your core. As much as he tried, it wasn't helping you to get there. He knew, no doubt, when he suddenly pulled away, putting you back on your feet and gripped his hair before turning away from you.

"Sorry lass. I... I don't... I don't usually blow me load before I get a girl there..." He muttered lowly, your eyes widening in surprise.

"Connor..."

"I am sorry. Please forgive me."

"Connor. There's nothing to forgive. Just means you're gonna have to finish another way." You lean your head against his shoulder, stoking his strong arms. He gave a small laugh before spinning quickly and kneeling in front of you. You gasp as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins eating your pussy like he was born to do it.  Your head falls back against the shelf, causing a split second of pain before his lips clamping down on your clit and sucking softly fades it away.

His tongue swirls around you as he sucks. The man definitely knew what to do as you felt your orgasm surprise you suddenly crashing over you. Your hands found his hair and gripped onto it with all your strength, riding out the waves and waves of intense bliss.

Your grip slides away and he stands, eyes focusing on your beautiful worn out face, the sweat beading along your hairline and kisses you softly. Your tongues tangle gently before you part with a soft moan.

"CONNAR! HELP!"

You both turn and straighten your clothes before returning to the room. You pause and try and hold back the laughter threatening to burst from you at the sight.

Somehow the kids had wrangled Murphy into a chair and securely fastened strings of tinsel, lights and popcorn around him. He was well and truly tied fast. The kids were parading around him demanding he give them more chocolate in an almost demonic manner. The Santa helped up his hands in surrender as she turned to look at him. A plan quickly formed in your mind as you glanced around, Connor was holding onto your waist and bent double laughing at his twins misfortune.

"Hey kids! It's time you knew something!" You laugh. Their heads all turned to you as one. It was a tad on the creepy side. You felt Connor straighten up and cup your face softly.

"Ye can't tell them Santa's not real lass!" He whispered.

Unfortunately all had fallen quiet and every person heard him. The younger children began to give little lip wobbles as the man's words began to sink into their minds.

"I wasn't going to... But you just did." You say quietly, shaking your head and plucking a candy cane out of his pocket, sucking it obscenely before walking over to begin to free Murphy. "Hey guys! Ignore Connor. He's being naughty. Maybe he needs to be tied to a chair too!"

That cheered the children as they all slowly began to approach the blond, his face pale as the evil smirks of the children grew closer. You laugh as he slips over and is puppy piled by the children.

[duckugou]

the blood on our hands

bakugou x gn!reader

aged up!

cw: a n g s t as hell. comfort. cursing, mentions of drinking, smoking, etc. alluding to depression and anxiety. dealing with trauma of missions and losing people. a ton of mentions of blood

this is a heavy topic in the hero universe i imagine- and generally in the mental health world of it all.

lyrics are from purple flowers by ande estrella which hold a very important meaning that has nothing to do with this- they just worked with the story. But fr go listen to it bc its so good.

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!

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reality is heavy and loud

Spacing out was more than being distracted to Y/n. Being a young hero meant stressful situations, overbearing management, tight spaces, stuffy meetings, and so much... blood. It takes a toll on a young person. Of course they wanted to be a hero- wouldn't chose anything else. They grin and bear this shit for a reason- to save and help people.

But god, who saves the heros?

but white has the privilege of washing machines to wash out the stains from their comfortable jeans

Some nights, after wrap-up meetings, everything was a bit too heavy. The usual group of friends and young heroes would choose someone's house to go to in order to destress.

For some, that was smoking. For some, it was drinking, video games, napping, venting, sitting outside alone yet with company. And for some it was merely listening to everyone else.

Not having to make a decision. Not having to be responsible. That's what y/n picked every time.

Bakugou would always notice them alone in the corner of the room. They were the one to come up with destress gatherings after hard missions. Bakugou knew it was so they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts. That's why he would always step in at times like as get them to talk, so those thoughts dont stay trapped in their head.

"Hey." Bakugou muttered, sitting on the floor next to y/n in Denkis apartment.

"Hey."

"You good, dude?" Bakugou asked with genuine concern.

He was always a bit nicer to Y/n. Nobody knew why, yet everyone knew why. They both were fragile and chose to hide it during the day, being strong around others to not raise red flags.

"I'm okay...just. That one was bad. I almost lost that kid. Like she almost fucking- died in my arms." Y/n choked out.

"Hey hey hey, its okay. You got her to the ambulance in time. You did that shit. You always do. You're the best in the game at comforting little twerps." Bakugou attempted to comfort them- somewhat succeeding and holding their head against his chest.

One time, Y/n mentioned that they held kids against their chest during rescues to calm their heartbeat. "If you listen to a calmer heartbeat, you're more likely to try to match it and slow your own down." Of course you wouldn't think Y/n would be able to have a calm heartbeat during a rescue, but they are very talented at controlling their nerves. Part of being a hero.

wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs, wearing the blood of the people who've died

Y/n subconsciously calmed down a bit, Bakugou's ability to remember every word that drips off of Y/n's lips paying off.

"I know. I just can't stop...thinking about everyone I've- we've lost. Its so unfair."

"I know. Hey, you have- uh. Lets go to the bathroom." Bakugou noticed a smudge of blood on Y/n's face and a bit on their hands. Cleaning up was the last thing on their mind earlier on.

"Ok."

Taking each other's hands, they walked into the bathroom. Bakugou sat Y/n on the counter, turning on the sink and grabbing a cloth.

"O-oh god. Thats fucking blood. I thought I washed my h-hands." Y/n began panicking, causing Bakugou to put their hands under the water with soap, washing it all off for them.

Tears mixed with the water from the sink and Bakugou stayed silent. Wiping their face, Bakugou looked into Y/n's eyes. These two have just always known.

They know what people can hide. What secret messages the body language of a person can hold. And he let them grip onto the back of his shirt as he held them in his arms, Y/n not being able to cry anymore and just breathing in his scent from his shoulder.

but dont let the purple flowers fool you

"Listen. We're going to get through this one. I know its hard on you- all of the families involved. But you- we saved them. We're all here for each other right? I'm here for you." Bakugou pulls Y/n back a little to look into their eyes. "You are the strongest one here. I know it fucking hurts. I know it is so...scary-" He sniffles a little, letting his own emotions take over. Something only he did when they were alone together. "- but we're heroes. And human. We are allowed to feel pain and sadness and disappointment- but we're heroes for a reason, right? We can handle this shit."

"I know we can. We always have. Just... promise you'll never leave me?"

"Youre so stupid. I've been more careful lately." He scoffs, wiping tears from his face. He of course knew that Y/n was referring to a few weeks ago when Bakugou got too caught up in the mission and was almost crushed by debris. He was pulled away in time by a fellow hero but it still opened his eyes, as well as Y/n, to how fragile they are, even if they are the heroes.

"I know Kats, but please. You're my rock in here. You're my person." Y/n says looking into his eyes.

"And you're my person. I can't leave you behind. You wouldn't know what to do without me here." Bakugou chuckles, earning a shove from Y/n.

"Katsuki." Y/n starts, holding his hands in their own.

"Yeah." He sighs.

"I don't speak lightly of feelings, you know that right?"

"Of course I know that. You don't talk much about those to anyone-"

"Except you." They interrupt Bakugou, reminding him of the importance of their unspoken bond and making his heart race.

"Yeah."

"Then you'll know how hard it is for me to say this. But- Katsuki I think I love you. I know we aren't super affectionate outside of being alone but- I've never felt what I feel with you before. I understand if you don't feel the same way and if this was all just because you felt bad but I needed to tell you that because you're really important and this is very import-"

Bakugou, in the most cliche turn of events, cuts Y/n off with a kiss to shut them up.

Pulling away, Bakugou rests his forehead on Y/n's .

"I love you too. I thought that was obvious when I never stopped you from saying my first name, idiot." He chuckles lightly.

"I kinda figured you at least liked me-"

"I'm going to keep you safe forever. That means physically and emotionally. No more hiding any feelings from me just because there are people around. Pull me aside. Hold me if you need or want to- I dont care if the whole world sees that. But just- fuck Y/n. I know you feel fragile. I know what it's like to be scared and hide it. I'm your diary now, ok? Always."

"Thank you...Katsuki. Fuck. You're everything I've ever needed. Plus youre kinda cute too I suppose." Y/n giggles.

"Oi fuck off." Bakugou kisses them again, relieved that he can finally be himself with Y/n, that he has them finally.

"I'm your diary too them, okay? I mean it. Anything, any time, say the word." Y/n says lightly, squeezing Bakugou's hand.

"Fuck. I love you."

"I love you too. I love how that sounds coming from you by the way."

"Me the fuck too-" Bakugou was interrupted by a loud yelling-

"I GOTTA PISSSSSS" followed by banging on the door.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DRINK SO FAST THEN LIGHT WEIGHT!" Bakugou responds, recognizing the voice of Denki.

"DONT MAKE FUN OF MEEEE I'LL LAUGH AND PEE MYSELF" Denki whined.

"Let's go, angel." Bakugou whispers into Y/n's hair, kissing them on the head and helping them off of the counter.

[yandere-ac]

Thank you for doing Danganronpa! Could you do Taka where his S/O who he kidnapped tries to escape, but as they do it, they start to regret it and go back? Thank you!

Yandere Kiyotaka Ishimaru X Reader

A ghost. That is the most accurate way you could describe Taka after Mondos trial. A pale, lifeless shell of the stern yet upbeat person he was before. He refused to eat, could barely sleep, didn’t talk and he was always staring off in the distance with the same haunted look in his eyes. It wasn’t unexpected for him to be in shock, seeing your best friend die right before your own eyes would mess anybody up. But as his partner, you were very concerned for his health. When everyone first noticed Takas behaviour change, they sent you to try and snap him out if it. You had tried everything, from being gentle, to pleading to even shaking him. But nothing, he didn’t even look at you. He was just staring off, looking like he saw a ghost. Everyone told you to give up, but you refused to leave his side. You continued to stay by him, even if he wasn’t responding. At the end of the breakfast meeting, the breakfast meeting that he used to initiate, you had to pull him with you to explore the new floor. Your futile attempts at getting his attention was almost hard for the others to watch. "Look Taka! There’s a new floor! There’s an art studio! There’s so much to explore!" The desperation in your voice was painful, you kept a smile on your face, trying to be strong for him, but it was obvious that you were suffering. The time that Taka did speak, when you, him and Makoto were in the physics lab, was the thing that almost broke you. Monokuma had tricked him into believing that the air purifier was a time machine. He had made poor Taka believe he could go back and save Chihiro. You wanted to yell at him, scream at the cruel bear. But you didn’t want to get in trouble, if something happened to you, you didn’t know how Taka would react.

Days passed and every so often you would hear a loud and violent growl come from his stomach. His body was screaming, begging him to eat, but for some reason he was refusing. You had tried everything to get him to respond, but nothing was working. And you were starting to get worried that he might be starving himself. You had to get him to eat something, anything. You couldn’t loose him. Not now, not ever.

"Taka? Sweetie? Please, look at me." You asked your boyfriend, cupping his face in your hands and bringing his gaze towards yours. The look in his eyes where haunting, almost empty yet full of such horror. The thought of how he must feel. It made you want to cry, but you couldn’t, you had to stay strong for him. "Takabear? You haven’t eaten in a while, why don’t you let me make some food for you?" He didn’t respond, he only shook his head slightly and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tightly. "...Taka...please, I’m begging you. Why aren’t you eating? I’ll cook you anything you want just- you need to eat!" You said, raising your voice in desperation. You couldn’t stand by and idly watch as your boyfriend was killing himself. All of a sudden you felt yourself being jerked forward. Two arms draping over you and embracing you. And then you heard it. A loud sob escaped Taka as he hugged you. You returned the hug, stroking his back while trying to comfort him. He had bursted. He told you everything, how he was feeling, what was happening, why he wasn’t eating. It turns out he was afraid that if he ate anything, it would’ve contained "Mondo butter" as Monokuma had called it. Once you heard this, it all made sense. You understood why he wasn’t eating. He feared that he would be eating his best friend. So he got to watch you while you made him food, making sure that you never used any butter while cooking. It wasn’t much, just a simple soup, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. And then you two sat down and ate, him crying and venting to you while in between spoonfuls and you listening while consoling him. He had a lot on his mind and you wanted him to get it all out. You sat there for hours, just talking and feeling together. Every once in a while someone would enter the dining hall, see the scene before them and quickly leave. But you hardly noticed, all of your attention was on Taka. Neither of you realised how long you had been sitting there, so when the nighttime announcement rang through the room both of you were a bit shocked. You quickly made your way out of the dining hall, not wanting to be locked in. And once you got out you walked Taka to his dorm.

"I know it’s tough right now, but you have to keep going. For Chihiro, for Mondo. I’ll be with you the entire time alright? We’ll get through this, I promise." Placing a gentle peck on his lips you let go of his hands, only for him to grab them again. He looked deep in your eyes, his were full of sorrow and worry. Taka wasn’t a big fan of extreme pda. He would usually hold hands, hug and maybe kiss. So what he said next kinda shocked you. "Y/N? Would you stay the night with me?" His voice was quiet and very shaky. He looked to be on the verge of tears as he brought you closer to him. "I-I’d never do anything! I-it’s nothing like that! I just..." Takas volume went up slightly, trying to reassure you so that you didn’t get the wrong idea. You knew what he had meant when he asked you to stay. Taka has been very clear about wanting to wait, so you knew he didn’t mean it like that. A single tear went down the side of his cheek as he continued. "I don’t want to loose you too..." you could actually feel your heart break as he told you this. You brought your palm up to his face, gently wiping away the tear. "It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep with you if that will make you feel better." And so, it was decided. Taka opened the door to his room and the two of you went inside.

His room was just as neat and clean as always, you had been in there a couple of times before. When you were hanging out, sometimes it’d be alone and other times Mondo would tag along. But usually, you would just sit and talk. You two had never shared a bed before, Taka would be way too flustered. You both changed into your pyjamas, you borrowing one of Takas spare shirts. You went under the covers next to him. At first you both laid on each side of the bed, but soon you started to scoot closer to each other and soon you were both entangled in each other’s arms. And as your eyes felt heavy, you started to hum. Hum a small tune that made Takas grasp on you loosen a little bit. And as he finally relaxed, you fell asleep.

This was how you two slept for the days. You would usually wake up, thinking you had woken up first only to find that Taka was already awake and was still holding you. If you tried to get up he would pull you down again, asking you to lie down for five more minutes. At first you thought it was a little cute, but it started to get a little inconvenient when he would refuse to let go of you. If you did manage to get him up, he would follow you around all day. Now this wasn’t a problem, you were just happy that he was getting better and was starting to respond to you. The problem wasn’t that he was clingy, the problem was just how possessive he was getting. If you ever tried to interact with anyone else, he would always put his arms around you. Even if you were mid conversation with someone. It was a little awkward when he was staring at the other person so intensely. Whenever you tried to talk to him about it he would tell you that he didn’t trust any of them. That he thought they might try to kill you. You knew this was because of Mondo and Chihiro, you felt bad for Taka, you really did. But it didn’t give him the right to treat everyone else like this. The tipping point was when you two were walking around, talking to each other, and Monokuma appeared out of nowhere. You still remembered how Taka grabbed you by the shoulder rather harshly, hastily pulling you to his body. Monokuma could barely say anything before Taka grabbed your arm and ran away with you. Taka had never liked Monokuma, but after the second trial, his dislike had turned into pure hatred. Just like when Makoto found out that Sayaka had died, Taka wanted to blame someone, anyone. Anyone except Mondo. And just like Makoto, he blamed Monokuma. He blamed Monokuma and the mastermind.

And yet, that had not been his worst actions. You remembered it clear as day. You and Taka were sitting in the cafeteria, eating while talking to each other. That’s when you heard a voice call out to you. "Yo Y/N! Taka! What’s happening?" As you turned around you saw Hiro walking into the room. He waved at the two of you and sent you a smile. You smiled back. Hiro and Sakura had been the only ones that had helped you with Taka. They were the only ones that seemed to care about Taka when he went quiet, and you couldn’t be more thankful for it. "Hi Hiro. Me and Taka was just eating lunch. Wanna join us?" Giving you a wide smile, Hiro sat down next to you. "Awesome!” He eyed your food, a plate of pancakes, for a second before looking at you. You let out a slight sigh and a giggle as you knew what he was thinking. Using the back of your hand, you pushed your plate towards the significantly taller male. “Sure, dig in.” Hiros smile widened as he ruffled your hair with one of his hands and used the other to pick up the fork. “Thanks dude! You’re a legend.” He said as he began eating the pancakes. Taka was the next person to speak, clearing his throat after being silent for a while. “Anyhow, Y/N, I was wondering if we could go swimming later. Just to calm down and hang out?” Taka asked you, but before you could answer you were interrupted. “That sound nice, mind if I join?” Hiro asked. Immediately as the questioned left his mouth Taka slowly turned to him, looking him dead in the eyes with a look that you couldn’t quite describe. “...yes. I mind.” The answer was short, straight to the point. But the sound of Takas voice being almost hostile to such a harmless question, it almost frightened you. The air became heavy as the three of you fell silent. You didn’t dare to speak, any and all light nature disappeared as you grew more and more uncomfortable. The tension felt like a thick coat of-

“Butter! That’s what these pancake needs! Something was missing and it was just driving me crazy.” Hiro was the first one to speak up as he stood up from his seat and went into the kitchen. “Honestly Y/N I don’t understand how you can have pancakes without butter.” He commented from the kitchen before coming back out with a package of butter with him. Your eyes widened as he approached. “Hiro wait-“ “don’t worry about it dude. It’s no big deal. You can make your pancakes however you want, I just prefer them this way.” He set down the butter on the table, right in front of Taka, Taka who was now frozen in his seat. Neither of you could move as Hiro stabbed the dairy with a butter knife. Finally Taka had enough as he stood up rather hastily and looked at Hiro with a death glare. “Do you think that you’re funny?” Hiro turned to him, looking utterly confused. “Huh? What’s the matter Taka?” “Hiro just- get out of here. I’ll explain later.” You tried to settle the situation before it got out of control. “What?! Did I do something wrong?! Why are you two acting so weird around but...ter...oh...oh no.” Finally, it seemed like it finally sunk in for Hiro what he had just done. “L-Listen man I’m so sorry, I completely forgot-“ “Forgot?! How could you just forget something like that!? Mondo died! HE DIED RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES! AND YOU FORGOT?!” Taka shouted as tears started leaking from his eyes at the mention of his best friend. “DO YOU FIND MY MISERY HUMOROUS YASUHIRO!? TELL ME! DO YOU ENJOY SEEING ME SUFFER?!” This wasn’t your Taka. This was something much worse. This was a crack in the shell that Taka had been hiding behind all this time, a shell which he put up when he was with everyone else. But now he had cracked, and there was no stopping the raw emotion that was flooding out. But what Taka said next shocked both you and Hiro. “IS THAT WHY YOU’VE BEEN TRYING TO STEAL Y/N AWAY FROM ME!?” This question caught you off guard. “What?! I’ve not been- I would never- they’re not even-“ Hiro had tried to explain himself but then Taka did something that you would never had expected him to do in the next 1000 years. He tackled Hiro to the ground and was about to start punching him, luckily Hiro was able to grab his fists before they made contact with his face. You quickly rushed to his side and tried to pull Taka off of him. “Taka! What are you doing?! He’s not doing anything! Please Taka just look at me!” You managed to pry him off and grab each side of his face, forcing him to look at you. He stayed still, letting out heavy breaths and chocked sobs before collapsing onto you. But as Hiro stood up Taka lifted you off the ground and ran off. He ran off to his room, much to your protests.

Cuddling, that’s what the two of you were doing. Well, it wasn’t really cuddling as much as it was Taka clinging onto your waist and pulling you close. You hadn’t left the room for a couple of hours, and your body was starting to feel stiff. As you shifted in Takas arms his grip only got tighter. "N...no. Don’t leave. Don’t go." He pleaded as he buried his head in your chest. "Taka. I’m hungry, please just let go. Nothings gonna happen to me. I’m not leaving you I just need to eat something." But your pleads fell on deaf ears as Taka just pulled you in closer. You were starting to get sick of this. “Kiyotaka Ishimaru, let go of me now. I have to eat.” You said, a little more sternly this time. Taka didn’t answer. That was when you had enough. You stared to pry him off of you with your arms and soon enough with your knee, all while Takas pleads got louder and louder. “No. No. No no no! Y/N don’t! Don’t! DON’T!” You finally pushed him off of you and as soon as you where free from his grip you bolted out of bed. “NO! Y/N!” He practically threw himself after you but you ran to the door. You probably could have handled this situation better, but you were here now, and you couldn’t turn back. You managed to get to the door and shot out into the hallway. Taka dropped to his knees at the door as he let out a scream of pain. And just as you got to the cafeteria you came to a halt. This didn’t feel right. Not even slightly. Taka was emotionally unstable right now, he had just lost two of his closest friends, and now he thought he lost you. You. The person that promised to help him through this. The person that promised to be there for him. He probably thought you hated him. You couldn’t do this. With a pit in your stomach you ran back to Takas dorm.

Taka was sitting by the door, on his knees crying. But as soon as he heard footsteps approaching he looked up. Through his blurry vision he could still make out the person before him. It was no doubt in his mind who it was. “Y/N!” He scampered to your tense form as he wrapped his arms over and around you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Im sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He kept apologising to you as he shook and quivered. You let out a small sigh as you returned his embrace. “It’s okay. Can we please just go eat? I promise I won’t talk to anyone if that makes you feel better.” Taka felt his heart warm up as he heard this. You couldn’t see his expression since he was hugging you, but it was a love crazed and happy smile.

“Of course.”

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There we go! My man kiyotaka has gotten his own fic! I did change the prompt from Taka kidnapping the reader to just him holding them there with him. Since I don’t think anyone would willingly go back to their kidnapper (unless they got Stockholm syndrome). WELP! Next fic is either gonna be a Monokuma fic or it’s gonna be...something very different. Depends on which one I finish first

[yanderecandystore]

I really like your work. Can I request another yandere among us I really liked the first one?

Look boo, I thought that it would be nice to change a little of the dynamics, yet now I'm kinda concerned at my performance here ;-; thank you so much for liking my stuff tho, really kind of you boo

TW/Tags: unrequited love cliches // this is a continuation of (🌱🌌🔪) ←this/ A wild simp appears! // I'm sorry for using such a cliche, I just felt like it would work nice lol // some yandere tendencies with a little twist maybe // I feel like I could have done better, let me know what y'all think tho

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"- You're pretty sus, not gonna lie." Ch - 2 [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Short Fanfiction]:

You wake up agitated after a bad dream. It wasn't terrifying as a nightmare, just… Bad. You can't remember what it was all about now that you woke up, yet you feel like it was something bad.

(Ch - 1)

Maybe you're starting to lose it. Or maybe you just had a bad night and that's it.

Well, "night", again you're floating through space, time doesn't really apply over here, yet to keep the crew from feeling too alienated, Black and White decided to create a little routine so everyone can be occupied but also have time to relax and do something that brings joy to the crewmates.

It may be silly, but in a situation that you don't know when you'll go back home and if you're going to go back at all, is pretty terrifying. So something silly like that really helps.

You like to record vocal diaries every time you're going to bed, and sometimes when you wake up. Sometimes you just want to record your crazy dreams, others are to help you feel more energized to start the day.

To be honest, you don't want to get out of bed, it's so comfy and you just wish you could stay and enjoy the comfort of your bed for a little longer. Besides, because of your nightmare you feel like you haven't slept at all!

But of course, all good things must end.

"- WAKE UP, SLEEPY HEAD!" Red was banging on your door.

"- You're late, dumbass." You heard a voice that you could only guess was from Orange.

You look up at the clock on top of your nightstand to see that you were in fact, one hour late.

"- I-I'm coming!" You scuttle to put on your clothes. Normally you would have taken a shower first thing when you get out of your room but… Well, you're too late for that!

"- You'll miss breakfast!" Red said, apparently he was still waiting for you.

After awkwardly changing your clothes, you opened the door to find Red and Cyan waiting for you. Red had hugged you tight the moment you appeared.

"- What took you so long, sleeping beauty?" He ruffed your hair again, this time being a little more gentle, and you guess it's because of how sleepy you still are.

"- Ugh, I didn't manage to get enough sleep." You whine, even if you did sleep, somehow you still feel like you were robbed of a good peaceful night.

Maybe it was the worries clouding your mind. The fear of never going back to Earth.

"- Yeah, I know how you feel." Red said while pulling you to follow him to the cafeteria. Cyan was right behind.

"- Really?" You asked the energetic man, concerned he is also dealing with nightmares.

"- Yeah, ya know? I heard things crawling in the vents all night." He said, darkening his tone of voice when he said literally the creepiest shit ever.

"- What!?" You said, well- Practically yelled. You felt like you instantly woke up at the idea of something dangerous lurking in the ventilation. N-not that you were scared or anything!

"- Nah, I'm joking." He turned his head to look at you with a little smug face, proud of how he manages to catch you.

"- Oh, come on man! You scared me…" You elbowed him weakly. You almost had a heart attack thinking about it!

"- Ha! Don't worry okay? It was just a joke to wake you up. If you're scared so much than-"

"- You don't need to worry, [Y/N]. I can reassure you that nothing is going to hurt you." Red was interrupted when Cyan decided to butt their way into the conversation.

"- What- How are you so sure?" You were surprised by their sudden voice. They spoke so seriously, you turned around and saw how they didn't seem to be joking.

"- I… Won't let it happen." They said almost questioning it. Not only was the idea of protecting their prey absolutely ridiculous and foreign to them, but they were considering the fact that it sounded pretty obvious, why would you even question it?

"- Come on man, I was just about to say that." Red said, a little bit shyly compared to his normal attitude. He looked so down even though he was trying to keep his smile on his face.

Tension was slowly rising and you were starting to catch on to it.

"- I- Wait, are your two really that worried about me? Come on guys, don't worry about it! I can protect myself too, you know?" You said trying to place yourself in-between them, distracting them from the weird stares they kept throwing at each other.

"- Sure you can, so, let's just go to the cafeteria already." Red's entire demeanor had changed out of nowhere. You were a little scared about how off putting it is to see him… Angry?

Cyan had taken your left arm, pulling you closer to them than to Red. It wasn't too obvious to an outsider perspective, yet it did make a bit of a difference when you were pulled closer to them.

"- He is acting strange." They whispered to you, hopefully Red didn't hear it. You didn't say anything as you only looked at Cyan with a concerned expression.

The day hasn't even started yet and it was already going to be a bad day.

While this whole event was happening, Cyan was pissed at how the human Red was acting strange. Not only had he taken you in his arms for a long period of time (a pretty long hug for "friends"), Red had made sure to not include Cyan in the conversation. Hell, he even made sure to keep you near him rather than them! What was he doing, trying to piss them off? And for what purpose??

The thing that really sparked annoyance in Cyan's head was how he lies blatantly to your face, only so you could be scared so he could sound like the hero in this situation. Cyan knows Red didn't listen to them crawling the vents, Red was sleeping like a rock the entire time Cyan was wandering around the ventilation.

Cyan had entered his room to collect information, and oh boy, had they collected some information. They started to think that maybe you would be better off away from Red.

Cyan had soon caught what Red was trying to do, he was trying to court you. And what a pathetic display of courting, it's not like Red was bringing any proof of how "strong" and "protective" he could be to you.

If Cyan were in your place, they would have eaten Red's face as a sign of disapproval.

Cyan had seen you sleeping that night, they saw you having night terrors. You went from peacefully sleeping to having nightmares in only a couple of minutes, so no wonder why you didn't sleep well.

Ugh. They were probably overreacting. They shouldn't care that about the half-assed courting they just witnessed, they shouldn't even care that you had night terrors! They should only care about their next meal, yet-

Yet, they don't know why, but-

Seeing Red be so desperate for your attention is messing with their heads. If Cyan was in your place, they would have rejected his request and tried to wait for someone a lot more competent to show up.

"- So. How it's your tasks going?" Red asked you. It's been three hours after the incident, and you were now finishing your tasks when Red suddenly decided to join in.

"- I'm doing okay, how about you? Did you finish yours?" You asked, still paying attention to your own work.

"- Yeah, I did… Look, I want to say sorry for earlier. I guess I overreacted, heh." He apologized, clearly embarrassed by the fact he acted so jealous in front of you.

Red had started to get easily fascinated by your person. You're incredible in his eyes, and even if you didn't reciprocate your feelings towards him, he at least hopes you don't end up with someone like Cyan.

Someone that is a coward and a player, someone who is very aware of how you feel towards them yet keeps you in the dark just because they're "afraid" of turning into something official with you. If he knew that the whole crew would be in this terrible situation that you're in right now, Red would have made a move earlier.

He thought that Cyan had stopped trying to be with you, yet apparently not.

"- That's okay, I guess we're all losing our minds slowly." You told Red even though you were mentioning that more to yourself. You feel like you also need to calm yourself down, since the gravity of your situation was starting to settle in a lot stronger than anticipated.

"- Yeah, I agree." He was losing his cool, he had to admit that. He remembers listening to you and Cyan yesterday, he couldn't understand everything going on after he had joked about you and Cyan making out in the halls, but he remembers hearing something that sounded like Cyan scolding you for… Worrying? Really? Honestly, what monster would ever consider scolding someone like you for being worried about their safe being?!

A lunatic, clearly. Someone who doesn't deserve your worries, yet you keep going towards them! You keep being kind to someone who is a lunatic if not an absolute moron.

Oh, here we go again. He is being negative again, he needs to keep calm if he wants to keep the bad thoughts away from his mind, but it's already too late.

Every time Cyan is unfair to you, he has these bad, intrusive thoughts. How annoying.

"- I'll go see how Cyan is doing, see you later [Y/N]." He said. His entire mood has been pretty down the whole day, you noticed how his normally uplifting voice has been pretty serious the entire time.

You say goodbye as you still have many tasks to do. You wonder if you should consult White about this, everyone seems to be on edge lately and it's starting to affect your environment-

"- Oh, [Y/N]! Do you need any help?" You turned your head around at the sound of a sweet voice calling you.

"- Hey Yellow. I do need some help, but are you sure? I don't want to be a burden." You said noticing the shy girl coming forward.

" Not at all! I-I want to help! I just finished my own tasks so I thought it would be nice to be useful." She was probably feeling anxious since the last meeting, trying to search for someone to help and talk with.

You decided to let her join you, Yellow has her quirks yet- You really like her, she can be pretty comforting to be around.

While you and the crew were doing tasks, Cyan was trying to find a good opportunity for their next victim. Their hunger had started to become stronger, and because they refused to eat human food (they're very picky), they haven't been able to gain enough energy to go through the day.

They need some flesh, and it needs to be as soon as possible-

"- Hey!" Oh look, that sounds like free food.

"- Hello, Red." They said, their rough voice was raspy due to the fact that they haven't eaten in a while. Their tone didn't hide the annoyance at seeing such a low human in their presence.

"- I wanted to tell you something. Can we talk?" He said. Cyan wasn't too interested in what he had to say, yet they were intrigued to know why he couldn't just say what he wanted in the first place.

Cyan noticed that they couldn't simply get rid of him just yet. There were at least three people here. The rude Blue one, the little Lime thingy talking with the Purple guy.

"- Privately, that is." Red had looked around, giving a glare towards Blue's direction, which caused them to flinch when noticing the odd way the male was acting out of nowhere.

"- Of course." He was making their job a lot easier. He took them to an empty room, O2.

"- So, what do you want- Argh!" Red took the opportunity to pin Cyan to the wall. The sudden reaction took the much stronger creature by surprise, and although they could simply split him in half, Cyan decided to see where this was going.

"- What it's your problem?" Cyan choked, since Red was forcing his arm in their throat. Then again, they could easily get out of his grip.

"- You. You're acting weird since yesterday and-" He paused, was he really about to say it? Would he really let his jealousy get in the middle of his friendship?

"- And you have been acting weird especially with [Y/N], I heard you two yesterday." Red confessed.

"- Oh, fascinating, is that why you've been giving me bad looks every now and then?" But Cyan did not seem to care for what Red was telling them. I mean, they only been here for like- 24 hours, and even so they could see Red's feelings towards you from a mile away.

"- Are you jealous?" Cyan provoked the unstable man. Clearly the time spent inside this spaceship has been messing with his mind.

"- No! I'm- I'm being serious here, [Y/N] was concerned about your well-being yet you got mad at them!" Red's grip from Cyan's neck was slowly fading as he was starting to get more agitated.

"- And what does any of that has to do with you?" Cyan asked, pushing Red's arms away from them, which caused him to notice how irrational he was being.

"- Just- Just stay away from them, okay? I thought you didn't even-" He interrupted himself, he was sounding so… Different, from his normal self. He was sounding like an possessive freak, even he could tell.

"- … I didn't what, Red?" Cyan was starting to get bored by the human's whining. In less than 48 hours, humans have proven to be simply too emotional, letting their distrust eat them away. Even for a creature as anxious as Cyan, they can at least think twice before doing something stupid.

Something stupid like provoking a creature that could easily kill him.

"- Stay away from them." Red warned them, while deciding that the best course of action would be to leave them alone.

He wasn't acting like usual self, yet, it doesn't seem like he cares at this point. He was stuck in this hell, no one can judge him for losing his mind a little. Wouldn't you lose it as well if you were stuck in space?

Cyan however wasn't really impressed by the male's threat. They didn't even do anything for him to be so feisty, they haven't even tried anything with you for stars sake.

Maybe he was truly starting to lose it, or maybe the original Cyan did say something regarding you. Yet, it doesn't matter now.

Red is unstable, acting like a douche towards the crew, even if they didn't have anything to do with this conversation in the first place! It wouldn't take long before he turned into a burden in the eyes of the rest, just like Blue is already considered the most unlikeable asshole in this place.

Although Cyan was already pretty hungry they just lost the opportunity to both satisfy their hunger and the want to choke Red, they thought about something more interesting. There are way too many humans here, and if Red suddenly died, people would be suspicious of Cyan and you, since he is always near you two.

But what if, there was a way to get rid of Red while also satisfying their hunger?

Could they create a scene where Red is the "culprit" of someone else's death?

It doesn't sound so unlikely now that they think about it.

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[missskzbiased]

Getting my Ex-Roommate

It’s a spin off from “Getting a Roommate”, just because I felt Chan deserved better. It’s not required to read the series to understand any of this but I will link it here anyway haha  (Part 1)

Tagging @jikseud since I kinda did it for us SUHAHUSAHUSHAHUSA

Genre: Oneshot, Best friends to lovers Au, Suggestive, Mature/Smut 

[(?): I’m actually not sure if it’s smut, I’m not familiar with what I can call smut, but I do think it’s mature? Please correct me if I’m wrong]

Word Count: ~8,2K Female lead

TW: Dry humping (?), Language, Suggestive stuff (?), Alcohol, Kinda possessive at the end (?), Can it be considered dirty talk (?)  [I swear to god I suck at warning things, I appologize deeply]

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    You could call Bang Chan many things.

   You could call him funny, gentle, kind, an amazing rapper, a great friend, an awesome singer, a perfect producer, smart, goofy... Hot. Hell yeah, you could call him so damn hot! And although you could say he was all that, you couldn’t feel more miserable for being his best friend, and it had a clear reason that you pretend you didn’t know.

   You couldn’t call him your boyfriend.

   The bright part was that nor you nor anyone else for that matter, so you weren’t completely miserable right now, but you kinda were because… Well, you’re his best friend, you should root for him, right? Yeah, right. Totally right. This was exactly the reason why you knocked on his door at 10 PM on a Monday with a bag full of alcohol and food.

   “Bang Chan!” You yelled, getting a groan as an answer “Open the Bifrost” You shouted and you could hear him laughing on the other side.

   “It’s just a door, Y/N” He snorted, opening it for you “Which you have the keys to open if I’m not giving keys to random people on the street that look exactly like you” He rolled his eyes in mockery, making you thoughtfully grab your chin.

   “I think that just might be the case” You sighed, jokingly worried as you came into his place, walking to his kitchen and letting the bag there, resting on the island. He locked the door behind you, chuckling before he followed you to his kitchen, leaning on the doorframe as he watched you taking the things you bought out of the bag.

   “You didn’t need to do it” He reassured you, and you could only scoff, looking at him in disbelief.

   “Yeah, because best friends stay home when their best friends were dumped” You agreed sarcastically “Please, It’s obvious that my mission is to make you drunk and fat right now” You raised the bottle you had in hands and shook the ice cream pot with your other hand, looking at him mischievously “Let’s switch that six-pack into a round one-pack, shall we?” You joked, making him laugh astonished.

   “I can’t believe you… What did I ever do to deserve you? You’re the most perfect best friend ever” he cheered, getting closer and hugging you.

  Yeah! Just what you loved to hear from the guy you have a crush on about forever! Yay!

   “Oh, you thought it couldn’t get better, hm? But I brought your favorite…” You left the food you had in your hands on the island before hugging him back and drumming on his back, making it sillier by mouthing the drum sound as you did it, setting the mood for the big announcement “… Sausage sticks!” You said proudly, and he gasped.

   “You didn’t!” He chirped “I could kiss you right now!” He laughed.

   Just do it!

   “Eww!” You cooed “Gross!” You feigned a queasy expression, getting a scoff from him, which you smiled in response “Come on, let’s eat as you vent about that bitch” You encouraged, picking up the alcohol the best you could, clumsily trying to balance everything, making him cackle up as he picked up some of the bottles from your arms, helping you out. You sat down on the couch, cross-legged, your arms bracing you on the armrest.

    “She’s not a bitch” He complained “She’s actually… Perfect” He sighed, sadly looking into your eyes for comfort, but you averted yours. Of course, she was perfect… You have been watching him fall for her for a while now, you even had the opportunity to see her up close, although she didn’t notice you, and you had to hear about her every time he met you! Even though you knew he thought she was perfect for him, it hurt to hear it again and again, so you just opened up your soju bottle, drinking it eagerly.

   “Well, she’s perfectly fine ditching you for another man, that’s for sure” You said bitterly as you rolled your eyes.

   “Hey, be a little nicer here! I just got dumped” He whined, pouting at you “She likes Minho, what can she do? Pretend she likes me back until I fall for another person?” He mocked “That’s how life is, Y/N! One day you like someone and the other day that someone likes someone else” He stated tiredly, drinking his own bottle.

   “Tell me about it!” You agreed, the clinking noise from your bottle hitting on his sounding in the air before you gulped down again, releasing a loud and pleasing sigh, getting a surprised look from Chan, who seemed genuinely amused.

   “You were dumped too?” He chuckled “How can anyone dump you? You’re perfect!” He frowned suddenly, looking at you seriously “Should I beat him up?” You scoffed.

   “It would be really funny if you did” You joked, imagining him punching himself randomly with a joyful sigh “But I don’t think you should beat him up, it will hurt your soft heart” You mocked, getting a kick as an answer.

   “I tell you everything about my crushes! It’s not fair” He complained, and he was right! He told you everything about his crushes, it was unbearable. You groaned before taking another gulp, and he eyed you worried “Hey, slow down” He advised, but you shrugged him off.

   You could remember all the girls he ever fell for, which was a lot of girls… Chan was a hopeless romantic. You didn’t expect him to be like this when you first met him since he was quite a… Sexual guy, to say the least. It was kind of funny to see how he acted in bed (Not that you have seen it, but you heard it a lot) and how he got all lovey-dovey with random chicks that appeared on his life. You couldn’t say it was really fun, though, since none of those chicks were you.

   What an unfair life!

   You remembered how he looked in your eyes when you first met, smiling at you and saying that the only rule you should have was not to fuck each other, because it couldn’t end up well. At first, you agreed eagerly, not really thinking much about it, but then you started to hear him… All those girls should feel so damn lucky if he made them feel like screaming on your ears every fucking night! In the beginning, it enraged you, it was uncomfortable, and then somewhere along the way it turned into sexy… You enjoyed listening to him.

   If you were fair enough you could point out exactly the day it happened.

   You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking your hot chocolate warily expecting him to be done anytime soon so you could go to sleep in peace. The girl finally let out a loud moan that you knew too well, it was that kind of moan you let out when you couldn’t take anything anymore, you could only lay there and sleep, completely happy with your life. Good for her! Because you had to wake up really early in the morning and you couldn’t be unhappier… Your moody mind got startled at a shirtless Chan walking into the kitchen, his boxers kind of messy and the only thing that protected his body from your thirsty eyes.

   He was… Wow.

   You had seen him shirtless before, of course, you were his roommate, but you never saw him all fucked out, his hair messy, his skin sweaty and flushed, his chest going up and down as he breathed… You didn’t even know! Satisfied? Heavily? You just knew it sounded hot and you wanted to get his boxers out of that body and take him to yourself. Of course, you didn’t. He greeted you with an angelic smile, warmed up some water while you ogled at his back, and went back to his room to take care of the lucky girl.

   You have never been the lucky girl once.

   The problem could be small if he just fucked well, but Bang Chan was an angel in real life, which should be unfair to all the boys on the planet! You couldn’t understand how no one tried to beat him up just because they were angry with his perfection. You wanted to beat him up for being that perfect. It was impossible to point out a flaw on that damn face, and it enraged you to the point you wanted to be fucking him angrily, which didn’t help your case at all. Actually, being a hopeless romantic wasn’t quite the virtue you were looking for, but would you put it as a flaw? You didn’t even care anymore, all you wanted was to fuck and cuddle him to your death.

   “What are you thinking about?” His voice startled you, your eyes shooting to his as you tried to think what to say without telling him the truth “You’re off for quite a while now” He added, looking worried.

   “I drank too fast” You lied, cringing with your stupidity, but he seemed to buy it “Anyway, I’m not here to talk about my terrible love life, I’m here to hear about yours” You reminded him, gesturing so he could start complaining, your bottle being finished as you went silent.

   “I don’t have much to complain, really… I expected it one way or another, I kinda knew she liked Minho, I just hoped she could like me better” He admitted, looking at his bottle for a few seconds before drinking “I told her we could be friends, I just needed some time to adjust… She’s coming this Friday, so… Yeah, that’s pretty much all that I have to say” He looked at you, expecting you to say something.

   “I can’t believe you used all my pick-up lines on her” You groaned “I gave you my best one so far!” You whined childishly.

   “I’m sorry, but I had to use the photographer one! I can picture you and I together was just right there to be used!” He defended himself, and you pouted, finishing another bottle, just like him. The sad part about this one was that you really meant it… You could remember how nervous you were when you said it as a “joke” and he cringed, laughing and saying he would totally use that with her… It shattered your heart. You opened the third bottle, drinking it at once “Wow! What the hell, girl?!” He got startled “You’re not a good drinker, what are you doing?”

   “You’re not the only one who wants to forget someone” You protested, opening one more drink “Let me drink my problems away” He looked at you sympathetically. You couldn’t believe you were so boldly trying to flirt with him just to be his motivation to flirt with another girl! You hated how he was oblivious to your feelings. Oh, well! There here was a flaw!

   “That bad, hm? What did he do?” He asked curiously, opening and drinking his soju in one go, just like you “We can drink it all away together, you’re right” he agreed, looking at you concerned. Your stomach flipped when you looked at his eyes, his swollen lips from sucking the bottleneck catching your eyes for just a second before your eyes darted to his again.

  Not every flaw in the world could make you want him less.

   “He fell in love with someone else… I guess best friends have the same love problems” You smiled bitterly “Actually, I like him for a while now, but he can’t even see me as a woman” You sighed, averting your eyes and fixing them on your bottle again. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but you felt free to say it out loud, maybe all you had to do was vent a little bit, complain about him so you could move on.

   “I doubt that” He scoffed “There’s no way in hell he doesn’t see you as a woman! Like no way in fucking hell!” He disagreed eagerly, and you narrowed your eyes to him “I mean it! I’m not saying you’re just this, don’t get me wrong! You know you’re smart and funny, you know you’re like the perfect girl to any guy out there!” He started cautiously, making you snort.

   To any guy out there but him…

   “Spill it” You encouraged, expecting him to say something dumb, trying to light up your mood. He used to do it a lot when you lived together, say stupid things just to make you laugh and feel better after a crap day… Well, until he decided to move out. You never really understood what was the deal. He said he wanted to live with the boys so he could produce his music, but he could do it while living with you, couldn’t he? Of course, He could! He was doing this right now after being kicked out from their place! And he didn’t even think to move in with you again… Well, He deserved being kicked out! You thought as you scoffed, the bittersweetness in your mouth could be either from the alcohol or from your soul at this point.

   “But you also hot as hell” He added. You could only choke, coughing so much you had to rest your bottle on the floor, looking at him completely in chock while he just smiled sheepishly “I mean it, you’re gorgeous! If he doesn’t see you as a woman, he’s totally insane!” He reassured, and you averted your eyes again, wondering if you should say something to him. He never called you hot before… Maybe it was the alcohol? He wasn’t exactly the best drinker in the world, but it was just his… How many bottles did he have? He couldn’t be drunk already, could he? And even if he was! Was he being the sincere drunk? Did he really think about you like this and just never dared to say it to your face? You glanced over him, watching as he drank lazily.

   You decided to ignore it by now.

   “Well, I can’t really blame him for not liking me, right?” You trailed off, and Chan nodded at you “At least he didn’t hook up with me before” You mused and as soon as you said it he shot you a glare “No, sorry! I’m just angry at this girl, okay? You took her on dates, you were all lovey-dovey with her, you took care of her when she was on her period… I can’t believe she just left you like this” You complained, picking up your bottle and drinking it as Chan drank his own.

   If you were her, you would never leave him.

   “She wanted to see if it would go well… It didn’t” He shrugged “It’s not a big deal, I think you’re more upset about it than I am” He laughed. You slapped your own thigh, startling him as you pointed at him, angry. He was right, you were far more upset with this than him, maybe because you couldn’t understand how she could miss your chance like this! He did all you wished he would do with you and then she just dropped him!

   “You should be upset too! She called you a hot daddy and she just went away like this!” You whined. You looked at the bottle on your hand, wondering how many bottles did you just drink, feeling a little bit tipsy, but you shrugged it off by looking at Chan again, frowning. The truth was that you found the girl amusing, for all you saw and all you heard, she was fun to be around, and maybe you could even be her friend! You both seemed to be quite similar. You didn’t have much to defend your plea, so you were just saying anything you could think of by this point.

   “Do you want me to be upset?” He chuckled “I thought you came here to make me feel better” He whined, nudging you with his feet, making you giggle “Come on, make me feel good!” He uttered, throwing himself back on the couch, sprawling there with a pout. You looked at his lips, kinda drooled but still looking kissable, tracing over his neck to his arms until you got to his hand hanging off of the couch holding his drink… Somehow the eight bottles you had bought were just empty on the floor… Did you two drink that much already?

   Suddenly you realized what he had just said.

   “Wait, what?!” You asked startled, he looked at you confused, a goofy smile on his lips.

   “Make me feel good~” He repeated himself, “You said you came here to cheer me up, right?” He pouted again, and you had to fight your urge to crawl over him and kiss him right there. You averted your eyes, feeling shy all of sudden, and he seemed to notice the change in your mood, because he sat back, straight, and tilted his head cutely “What’s up?”

  You felt his gaze burning your face.

  Or maybe it was just you blushing.

  Or maybe it was the alcohol.

   “I can kiss it better” You muttered under your breath, your face heating up like hell “Where does it hurt?” You asked, bolder than you thought you should be, your eyes fixing on his, buried there. You could swear he was blushing too. Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking, but you were so sure he was blushing like you were, looking at you expectantly.

   “We’re drunk” He gulped down, looking attentively as you uncrossed your legs and kneeled on the couch, crawling over him slowly, his body leaning back until his head sank in his pillow as you leaned closer to his face “We’re friends” He tried again, watching as you licked your bottom lip while ogling his own, he felt his throat blocking, the dryness in it making him whine “Right?” He asked unsurely, his eyes fixed on your lips.

   “You can call us friends…” You agreed, a smirk flickering over your face “… But I want to call you Daddy tonight” He gasped, his breath withhold as he watched you closing the gap between your lips. You couldn’t tell if it was the drunkenness or just to be able to finally kiss him after such a bold statement, but you were light-headed and messy right now, your lips met awkwardly, too much teeth to the formula, which made you snort right into the kiss “Sorry” You blurted out embarrassed, widening your eyes as you giggled and sat in his lap, watching him under you.

   “Oh lord…”He muttered, his eyes searched dazzlingly for yours, his hand caressing your cheek “Could you please not sit on my dick? It would help me so much…” You burst out laughing, his voice sounding drowsy to your ears, his tongue rolling as he tried to speak, his gaze fixing in the ceiling, trying to avert from your eyes.

    “I thought you wanted me to make you feel good” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, his eyes shutting immediately, his hand made their way to your hips as soon as you rolled them against his, gripping you hard and forcing you down, so you would stay still. You would never do something like this in a sober state, but right now it seemed so right… That’s why even with his grip on you, his budge pressed against you distracting you from sober thoughts, you rolled your hips again, enticing a strangled moan from him that could be enough to set you on fire for days.

    “We really shouldn’t” He tried to say, his voice dripping like syrup, his mind lost somewhere along the way, his eyes refusing to look at you. He knew the moment he opened his eyes, he would lose himself right there, just by facing the lust on yours. You should never know this, but he wanted this for so long… You would never imagine how much he refrained himself every day until he found her, the girl who finally got you away from his mind… The girl that resembled you so much that he found it possible to move on from you… Just so you could blow all that up.

   Gosh, he wished you would blow him right now.

   “We… Shouldn’t?” Your voice sounded unsure and fragile, so soft he almost didn’t hear you, and you lifted from his lap, his hand still glued to your hip while he opened his eyes slowly to watch you “I mean… “ You cleared your throat, giving him a fake and bright smile “You’re too weak, what’s that? For some Daddy you sure lose your shit quickly” You joked half-heartedly, getting up from him and standing beside the couch, his eyes buried into yours, looking for something you didn’t know, so you averted yours.

   “It’s just that… We’re… Drunk” He trailed off, averting his eyes as well “I don’t want us to regret this… I mean, we’re friends, right? I don’t want to lose this” He pointed between you two, getting up from the couch as well to get close to you. You scoffed, nodding in agreement, even though you didn’t agree at all. Yeah, you felt kinda tipsy, but no, you weren’t drunk, you were bold at best! He looked fine too… He just didn’t want this as much as you.

   “You’re right” You stated bitterly “We’re drunk and hurt… We’ve been friends for too long to lose it for being a rebound” He perked his ears at your sigh, looking at you directly now “It was supposed to be a joke, but it got out of hand, I’m sorry” You lied, smiling awkwardly at him. He held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, and smiling back to you.

   “No, no… I am the one who should be sorry” His other hand caressed your cheek, and you felt your eyes tearing up. Why did he have to be so caring? He got alarmed at the sight, cupping your cheeks, leading you to face him gently, his eyes worriedly scanning your features “Sorry… I’m just…” Your voice trembled, cracking in the end, broken.

   “Oh, angel” He cooed, hugging you tightly “That’s not your fault… We’re fine, I promise you” his thumbs rubbed circles on your back, soothingly, and every string inside your brain tensed up, trying to stay focused, trying to understand that this would never happen even if you really urged for it. You hugged him back, taking advantage of these few seconds you could have, taking him in as you prepared to let him go.

  “We’re fine, you’re right” You agreed, breaking away from him before you wiped your tears away hurriedly, chuckling “I’m just sensitive right now… I guess… Well, it’s hard to fall for someone that can’t be yours” He nodded, cupping your cheek again as he looked lovingly at you.

   You wished he could look at you like this every day and not only when you were crying.

   “Okay! Let’s lift that mood” You clapped your hands suddenly, startling him, your smile back to your face as you tried to compose yourself “I’m going to take a bath now and we’re going to sleep because your bloody ass was dumped on a Monday and I have classes tomorrow morning, unlike a lazy bitch” You eyed him envy, making him laugh. You smiled for real this time, enjoying the sound of his laugher, glancing at his dimples with a tight chest. He was so cute…

   Oh, good lord! Why give you a handsome and fuckable best friend and not let you enjoy this life?

   You made your way to his room, picking up his clothes so you could sleep comfortably. You choose a thin shirt and a pair of boxers you were used to dressing, knowing it was comfy and soft, and headed to his bathroom, expecting that a cold shower could help your mind for now. You undressed quickly, letting your clothes on his laundry basket before letting the cold water hit your foot, getting used to the temperature before getting your legs, arms, and chest under the water. You let the water hit the back of your neck, the pressure helping you with your tension.

   Everything was fine.

  You slept in his bed many times by now… Just because you just sat on his lap, rolled your hips and heard him moan for you… Okay, that was not how you should structure your thoughts. It didn’t matter you just heard him moan right under you, almost asking for you to… Okay, not like that. The cold shower wasn’t helping at all. It didn’t matter, whatever it was, that’s it! Now it was far better! It didn’t matter, you weren’t overthinking it, you didn’t mind he would be lying on his bed on his boxers like usual, totally relaxed.

   For lord’s sake.

   Would it be bad if you just touched yourself for just a second? You could come in a minute? How the hell did you expect to lay down with him semi-naked after tonight? You were just crying on his chest for something he didn’t even know! After sitting on his damn lap! What the hell were you thinking? You should stay away from alcohol forever. That was it. No more drinking for you. Nothing. Not one drop would touch your lips from now on.

   Maybe think about lips wasn’t the best choice at all.

   You remembered how your lips met his, all drooled because of drinking and still managing to taste just fine. God does favorites after all. You should have done it better… You just smashed your lips together, kinda lost in what you were doing, your teeth even hit each other! Ugh… He would think you were a terrible kisser! Not that it matters, since you shouldn’t do it again. Yeah, you were worrying for nothing, like always. You even puffed his mouth with air! Why did you have to laugh in the middle of the kiss?! Oh my god… All your life was embarrassing.

   You turned off the shower, drying yourself and dressing up so you could finally lay down, not minding him at all, because he was a friend. Just a friend. Best friend of one and all. When it came to shipping, you and he could only be on a friendship, because that was exactly what you were. A friend. Great, your mind wasn’t done rambling, which was the last thing you needed right now, but who cares? Not your brain, that’s for sure.

   “Hey” You greeted, trying to sound at ease. He had his arms crossed under his head, looking at the ceiling contemplatively before hearing you. He seemed in deep thought, but he still turned his head to look at you, smiling when he saw you with his clothes, the same clothes you picked up every time you needed to borrow some from him. Unexpectedly, he was covered with a blanket, which wasn’t really his thing “What is it? Are you shy to let me see you on your boxers for the hundredth time?” You joked, amused by the blush dusting his cheeks.

   “I thought… I don’t know, maybe you would be uncomfortable?” He confessed, a sigh leaving his lips “I’m just being dumb, hm?” He laughed bashfully, tossing the blanket aside “Come here” He wiggled his brows jokingly, patting the spot next to him, getting a chuckle from you.

   “I’m glad you’re just being weird like always” You stated before turning off the lights, sitting on the corner of the bed before slicking over to his side, cuddling him “I wouldn’t be able to sleep if you didn’t let me cuddle you like always, Mr.Puffles” You couldn’t see it in the dark, but you were sure he rolled his eyes as he always did when you compared him to your body pillow, a birthday gift he gave you on your first year together as a roommate, implying you were too cuddly to sleep by yourself.

   “Stop calling me Mr.Puffles” He whined, hugging you under the blanket and resting his chin on the top of your head. You felt all your worries disappear. It was just Chan and you cuddling like always, all your horny past left behind, no grudges, no judgment… “Was it Mr.Puffles who hurt your heart like this?” He mocked. What a little prick.

   “Mr.Puffles could never hurt me” You retorted, nudging him “The boy who hurt me is a prick, an evil soul that fucks every girl around but me” You made sure to let your tone mysterious and ridiculous, making him snort “I guess it’s fine, though, I’ll just move on… I think it was about time for me to understand we wouldn’t get together…” You felt sad, especially as he nodded against your head, oblivious he was the one who made you feel like this.

   “He doesn’t deserve you” He assured you, his tone was bitter, he clearly hated whoever was making you sad like this. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed, agreeing with him half-heartedly before closing your eyes and letting go of your mind.

   You wished a good night of sleep would erase all of your worries.

                                                                  ////

   It should be no surprise it didn’t.

   You woke up with a crack of light right on your eye, pissing you off as the first thing in your morning. You whined, your arms moving to your head, trying to block the light, getting you a little bit happier when the uncomfortable sensation of your eye burning under the sun went away. Your eyes roamed through the room, realizing you were at Chan’s. You began to feel more aware of your surroundings, your eyes rested on his nightstand, his alarm silently staring back at you which made you realize something terrible: You woke up before your alarm. You were sure you set it to the right time, so that bloody silence in the room could only mean that the damn light woke you up for nothing.

   Your day was officially sucking!

   You moved a little bit, feeling cloistered, but Chan’s grip was strong around your waist, he just pulled you closer, whining in his sleep when you tried to get away, tightening his grip around you, which would be okay if he wasn’t wrapping you up like a taco, his leg thrown around your hips, his arms involving you, one of his hands on your waist and the other one grazing over your breast. You sucked in a gasp, feeling his hand almost groping you. Amazing… Now you were stuck in his arms as his hands brushed places you would prefer they didn’t.

   Well, actually you would prefer they did, but purposely trying to arouse you, not like this.

   Of course, it could get worse.

   You tried to loosen up his grip by shoving his arms, but he responded to your efforts wrapping you up a little bit more, dragging you closer by your waist so close to him you could feel his crotch against your ass. Fun fact: It was hard. Of course, he had to have a wet dream right beside you while he groped you and humped you… Just what you needed to move on completely from him.

  “Chan?” You tried to call, your voice husky since you just woke up, or at least that was what you wanted to believe. You couldn’t be aroused by a sleeping friend that happened to be aroused against you, right? Not that kind of raspy voice…Not at all. He hummed, although you didn’t believe he had woke up, burying his face in your hair, muttering something you couldn’t quite hear, your heart racing so much that it rammed inside your head.

   Oh my god.

   “Y/N?” He called you back, his voice was raspy and his tongue rolled your name like a drunk man, clearly sleepy, and for a moment you felt relief wash over you, grateful god would let him wake up and release you from the heavenly suspicious hell. Surprisingly, he didn’t wake up, he bucked his hips against you, squeezing you as he let his hot breath fan over your right ear.

  Oh lord.

  “Chan, please wake up” You pleaded, his cock pressed against your butt and his lips brushing your ears being enough for your tongue roll just like his, but naughtier, as the shiver ran through your body, making you shut your eyes for god knows what reason, since it just enhanced all those feelings “Come on, wake up” You said again, trying to nudge him with your elbow.

   “Hm?” The hit seemed to work, he shifted, and you took the chance to roll away as you could, which meant you got on your back, getting away from his crotch for now, but still being held by your waist. He didn’t seem interested in waking up, so he took your new position in, hugging you like a koala and burying his face on the crook of your neck.

   What a great place to plaster a hot breath.

   You closed your eyes, deciding to enjoy the feelings, his body warming up yours, his breath giving you goosebumps, his grip tight on you like he didn’t want to let go. You stretched your neck just for a bit, almost hoping he would just kiss it, which he didn’t, but his lips brushed over your sensitive skin and you gripped the sheets hard, biting your lip to suppress a moan. You could say you almost had a heart attack when your alarm burst out of nowhere, startling both of you. You jumped, accidentally head-butting his nose, getting a whine from him as he hovered over you to turn off the alarm.

  That was it, you were dead.

  He supported himself with his knee, that was already over your body, so he just sank it between your legs, his left arm bracing him as he stretched his right one to turn off the alarm. His chest was right there for your display, and you almost reached for it, wishing you could caress him and kiss him until he moaned your name… Control your mind! You can control it. He seemed to realize someone was under him, so he looked in your way, taking in your flushed state.

   You were a mess.

   Your hair was messy, your clothes were messy, the sheets were messy… What the hell had happened while he was sleeping? Somehow your shirt had come up quite a bit, revealing your belly and hanging too close to your boobs, letting too much skin uncovered, which made him gulp. He traced his eyes over your belly to your boxers, short enough to fully reveal your thighs and get his attention when you tried to pressed them together, rubbing against his knee.

   What an unholy view…

   “Sorry” He muttered, getting off of you, laying his back in the bed and looking to the ceiling, expecting the blank surface to make his bulge disappear somehow. It was almost painful how hard you could get him just staying still, those innocent eyes looking at him startled and… He didn’t even know! Eagerly? It seemed like you expected him to do something.

   “Totally fine” Your voice came out hoarsely, and you cursed yourself. Way to go unnoticed! Your legs couldn’t support you even if you tried to stand up, you just felt them mushy, like your soul was trembling to get yourself on him, riding him until you couldn’t walk to your class anymore. He was just too hot to handle… How could you endure it? Being next to a guy who literally just called you in his sleep and rubbed his cock against your ass? You weren’t even wearing underwear! It was just boxers against boxers… You could feel your body tensing up, a pinch on your stomach that needed to be released.

    But not now.

    “Aren’t you… Hm… Getting up?” He asked, his face turning to you so he could lock his eyes with yours. That was it. Fuck it. You couldn’t care less you had classes today, you threw your leg over his hips, watching as he widened his eyes when you sat right on his dick, just like the last night. You rocked your hips once, getting a shaky moan from him, his eyes closing in delight “What are you doing?” He managed to ask, his mind too high to really understand what he was saying but trying to look composed.

   “I’m getting up on you” You stated boldly, waiting for him to open his eyes, but he didn’t. You scoffed, the smugness taking control of your mind as you leaned closer to his ear, letting your breath fan there for a moment, feeling him twitch under you “What were you dreaming?” He shot his eyes open, a gasp leaving his lips “I heard you call my name… As you… Humped… Me” You made sure to pronounce everything slowly, getting off on his shiver, a little whimper falling from his lips.

   You felt powerful.

   “Y/N?” His voice trembled and you leaned back, your eyes searching for some kind of resistance in his face “Are you sure you want this?” His eyes focused on you, concerned, and you rolled your eyes, astonished.

   “Are you fucking kidding me?” You scoffed “Do you think I would do it if I wasn’t sure?” He smiled sheepishly at you, embarrassed “There’s a limit you shouldn’t cross on being dumb, Chan” You laughed, looking at him in adoration for a moment, just enjoying his shy look “Are you sure about this?” You bit your lip, trying to not avert your eyes as he opened and closed his mouth, unsure about what to say.

    You panicked.                                                                                                                            

    Of course, he didn’t want this! If he wanted this he wouldn’t back off yesterday, he wouldn’t ask you if you were sure… He would take that not so subtle hint that was your clothed core rubbing against his cock as a clear sign of you wanting to do it with him right now. You tried to get off of him, raising yourself slightly before his hands shoot to your hips and grabbed them, tugging you and crashing your hips together, a groan escaping from his lips along a loud moan leaving yours.

    Holy fuck…

    “Don’t you fucking dare…” He whispered, panting, his forehead rested on your shoulder, his body shivering under yours in excitement “I swear to god… You can’t even imagine how much I wanted to fuck you” He raised his head a little bit, looking at your hips pressed together, your body twitching under his grip “You’re so fucking hot… I had to move out because I couldn’t handle myself… Did you know that?” He raised his head, looking right into your eyes, his eyes dark as you never saw “Did you know I quit being your roommate because every time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you until you forget your damn name?”

   That was it! It was a dream.

   There was no way in hell you were awake right now.

   “Answer me” He ordered, his voice sounded too sexy to allow you to think straight, so you just stared back at him, wetting your dry lips with your tongue, your eyes briefly darting to his lips before going back to his eyes “You can’t even answer me…” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if you were dumb “Okay, let me ask you this… Are you doing it so you can forget him?” This time his voice wasn’t smug, it was unsure and worried. You couldn’t even understand what he was worrying about.

   “Forget him?” You asked confused, your eyes wandering through his face “What?” He closed his eyes, impatient, before he opened them again and dived into your own. He didn’t answer you, so you stood there in silence, wondering what he wanted you to say until it hit you, and as your eyes lit up in realization, you laughed “What?! There is no him, dumbass! It’s you!” He seemed surprised but relieved, and you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks as you smiled at him, delighted “It has always been you…” You pulled his face closer, your lips smashing mid-way, your tongue immediately asking for permission to explore his mouth.

   You never imagined you would be kissing Bang Chan.

   Okay, you imagined it! But you never thought it was going to be real.

   This time, the soberness helped you both, not an issue with your kiss, quite the opposite actually. As you just melted into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist and holding you gently, like you could break and fade away anytime now, your hands slickered to the back of his neck, fingers fisted on his locks, pulling them and making him groan into the kiss, completely absorbed on what you made him feel. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as you heard it, rolling your hips ever so slightly just to feel him against you, getting your folds apart.

   “You’re so needy, angel” He whispered, his mouth hovering over yours, his eyes closed as he dunks in the heat pouring out of your body, the warmth between your bodies seemed to get him high, and your nails scratching down his nape weren’t helping at all. He buried his nose on your neck, breathing you in, registering you in the back of his mind, your mouth agape in pleasure from a tiny action like this “But you’re also a brat… You shouldn’t talk back to your Daddy” He sighed, disappointed in you, leaving a soft bite on your neck before leaning back, enough to take in the view.

   Your eyes were closed, your neck slowly stretching as your head was so heavy with all your lust that it just needed to hang back, your mouth still opened, prepared to moan at any moment. What a beautiful sight. He smirked before getting his hands away from you, crossing it behind his neck, watching as you opened your eyes, annoyed. You glared at him, clearly wanting him to fuck you right now but he just snorted, cocking his brow.

   “I won’t pleasure a brat” He grimaced at you, feeling cocky as he saw your pout, your brows frowning “You should do this by yourself if you can’t behave” He mocked, watching as you scoffed, outraged, before sinking in him in a silent challenge. He groaned as he felt your folds embracing him over the fabrics, you could only be dripping if you could just sink like this on his dick, and just the thought was enough to make him want to rip your clothes and fuck you right there, put aside your misbehave.

   “Watch me” You didn’t know if it was a plead or a dare and neither did he, so he just focused on your hips moving against his, (not so) dryly humping him at a steady pace. You stroke your heat against him, feeling as the fabric of your boxers drenched with your juices, making it slid too easily and rub your clit, your whines uncontrollable, you were sure his boxers were getting drenched too as you did it, and you couldn’t help but dig your nails on his shoulders just by imagining it. He groaned under your grip, feeling as you slid too easily on him.

   “Holy shit, you’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you” He actually didn’t intend to mock you by this but as soon as you squirmed, biting your lips and fastening your pace, he chuckled “Oh… So you like to be a needy little whore?” His voice sounded so smug that you wanted to retort him, but your mind couldn’t register what he was saying. How could you feel so good just by grinding him? You felt something build-up inside you, a far too familiar sensation that could only lead you to the best orgasm you would have had in your life.

    Until the damn second alarm sounded.

    You cried as you felt your orgasm fade away, vanish like it wasn’t right there for you, startled by the sound, and devasted for the lack of pleasure you would get. Chan turned off the alarm, chuckling as he saw you leaning on his chest, your nose buried on his shoulder as you whined over and over again a bunch of “no’s”, muffled by his skin. He stroke your hair gently, waiting for you to recover from your frustration.

    “Time for your classes, angel” He really didn’t want you to go but he said it anyway, holding your waist so you could get up but you held his arms for dear life, whining. He stopped his movements, trying to take a look at your state, and you made it easier by straightening yourself on his lap again, glossy eyes looking at him pleading.

   “Fuck my classes! Please, let me cum” Your plea sounded like the sweetest sound he could ever hear, you bucked your hips against his once, then twice, and without a proper answer, you just resumed from where you left, humping him eagerly, hoping you could reach your orgasm this time. It built up much faster than before, the knot forming on your stomach almost immediately, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly as you felt it deliciously spreading everywhere.

    Chan watched as you flushed, your neck, ears, and face painted in pink, your boobs bouncing up and down as you kept your pace, your arms tangling his neck, your head slowly falling back, your body trembling slightly as you got closer to your high. You tried to shut your mouth but as soon as your orgasm hit you, you cried satisfied, your mouth agape, a string of saliva connecting your lips before running down your chin, your eyes rolling back as his name was enchanted over and over again, and when you became unable to talk, your tongue just slid out your mouth, hanging there in the most filthy view he had in his whole life.

   He could have come right there.

   You didn’t stop your movements, rocking your hips slowly until you could ride out from your high, and when you finally stopped, feeling whole as you never felt, you looked into his eyes. He looked dazed at you, his eyes fucking you silently, and he let a breathless “wow” slip from him as he watched you. The shame crushed you without any mercy, humiliation washing over you as you tried to hide from him, your face burying in his chest. He chuckled, amused by your shyness before he rubbed your back gently.

    “Can you keep going?” You scoffed, nuzzling into his chest.

    “Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked tiredly, a smile growing in your face “If you tried to stop me now I would have to search someone to fuck on the streets” You joked but he didn’t seem to like it, gripping your waist and bringing your body closer to his, getting a whine out of you when you rubbed against him again.

    “I will make sure to fuck you until you can’t even think about fucking someone else” He assured you, his voice low and threatening, getting you even more aroused than you were “Be a good girl and when I’m finished, you won’t even remember your name, angel, you won’t be able to cum with anyone else, you will be my little slut... Only mine” His whisper sent a shiver down your spine and even though you were more than willing to comply, you snorted.

   “What if I’m a bad girl?” He scoffed, his fingers burying in your hair and tugging it slightly as he approached his lips from your ears, letting his teeth graze your earlobe before biting it.

   “Then I will punish you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week” His threat made you twitch, your tongue darted to your lips, wetting them.

    “Make it two and I will be the best brat you ever had” You offered, making him laugh, breaking his character for a moment. He shook his head in disbelief, kissing your neck softly.

    “What do I do with you?” He giggled, hugging you tightly, and you chuckled, scratching his back lightly.

    “I hope you’ll do me before I need to ask someone else” You joked.

    “Okay, let’s make it two” He agreed, his eyes darkening again “I won’t stop until you’re begging me to ruin you” He promised, and you gulped down, excited as his fingers traced down your body until it reached your core “Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked, thumb flicking your clit directly, making you squirm under his touch as you nodded silently, lost in your mind “Use your words, angel… I want to hear your voice… It’s time for the neighbors to meet my new roommate, don’t you think?” His finger slid inside you, suddenly, a surprised moan leaving your lips on spot, getting a smirk from him “Yeah, that’s right… Something like this” He approved.

   What a perfect son of a bitch…

[sleepless-stories]

Dangerous

Summary: Logan works for a company as a security agent for the city, as a hero in a way. He has a huge crush on Patton, but he can’t be with him, he can’t endanger him. Pastel Punk Logicality, implied mutual pining, with some slight angst  Fic for @unicornoftherainbowshadow as a part of @sanderssidesgiftxchange as a pinch hit Hope you have a nice year!

Logan sat on the edge of a roof, his face covered by his mask. Logan had been out for a few hours now, just sitting on the rooftop watching over the city in silence. The distant sound of sirens around. He took a deep breath of the cool air letting it out seeing the vapors. Looking down Logan saw a flash of bright light, now was his chance it seemed. 

Logan stood up pushing back his dark blue tinted blue hair. Logan’s outfit was pretty simple, a jacket that was padded with bullet proof material that would also hold up against knives and a small explosion and some pants similar to his jacket, on the sides of the jacket it was a dark blue which lined the seams of the suit, he wore black combat boots too. The mask was black with some raised geometric patterns covering his eyes and cheekbones with a second part of it covering over his mouth that part was fully black with no designs, it just had some small slits on the sides for venting. On Logan’s back he had a quarterstaff and a dagger strapped to his thigh. His wrist had a computer like thing. Overall in a way he seemed intimidating. 

Logan sighed and lowered himself down the building to the ground before running to where he had seen the light. 

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Logan had never been sure how he had gotten into this, being a vigilante that is. Maybe it started with his huge crush which he would deny at all costs. 

It had started small though, Logan had walked into Patton’s bakery. His hair a bit of a  mess, a leather jacket with spiked shoulders, a tie making his punk look somehow semi-professional, his shirt was a blacktshirt, he wore some ripped jeans that had black patches under the rips then his combat boots. He just walked in his full punk apparel, when he saw smoke coming out of the kitchen and a guy run out wearing a light grey sweater that had a little cat toe bean design on the ends of the sleeves and a blue cat on the front of the sweater, light wash jeans, and random sneakers. Logan… he found him adorable. 

Quickly Logan had ran into the back finding the fire extinguisher putting out the flames before going out and greeting the other. 

Logan was gay, that’s a fact. He was defanitly gay for this guy too, Patton. 

They became close friends quickly, a few weeks later the two were in the kitchen, all the lights off… that’s when it all kinda started. 

Logan was chatting with Patton. Logan leaning against the counter, Patton rolling out some cookie dough. 

The front door opened suddenly. They heard the bell, the sound of someone entering the bakery. 

Logan carefully walked over to the kitchen door, having Patton hide in a corner, staying quiet, he had turned off the one light they had on in the kitchen while Patton had been baking. Logan carefully opened the swinging doors going out to the main room, he saw someone hunched over the cash register 

Logan lunged at them tackling them to the ground and punching them in the face. As soon as the person was down he called 911 reporting the break in.

… that was probably the beginning, the beginning of his growing problem and the beginning of his descent into… heroism.

The problem being patton, and his crush on him. 

After that night, Logan felt as if they were a magnet for danger, whenever they were alone together. They got nearly mugged 3 times in one month. Logan ended up dealing with heists at two different stores when he was hanging out with patton. 

Then it all started, Logan was doing well at work, a local business company as their IT, and one day he got a call. He was offered a job, a night job. It started as a security esque job and Logan needed money so he agreed. He got trained in physical combat before being placed behind a desk as cyber security. He was confused why the physical combat till he learned the company was a private firm dealing with security in a way. They dealt with security of the city working with another security firm getting their money from ‘donations’ of the criminals they apprehended. 

That was how it began, him learning what the company was, then being offered a field job. He was given his suit and sent off. Being a somewhat vigilante, hero, working a secret job. 

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 Logan woke up in the morning laying on his bed wearing some space pajamas, his phone alarm going off distantly on his end table. Logan sat up slowly wincing at some pain in his side from getting struck last night, but he'd be fine. He had plans with Patton for lunch, he’ll be fine by then. 

Logan got out of bed stopping in front of his mirror Logan was glad he had no bruises on his face, nothing for Patton to worry over. He got ready for the day.

___

Logan walked into the bakery and saw Patton standing behind the counter. Logan stared at him before walking over, “So, almost ready for lunch?”

Patton looked up from a clipboard, “hmm? Yeah. Let me take off my apron then I’ll be ready for our date.”

Logan paused, “y-yeah… our date...” Logan nodded slowly, a date? He didn’t think it was going to be a date.

Patton grinned and walked away to the back. 

Logan leaned against a wall then shook his head, he was already close enough… he couldn’t do this. Logan quickly left the bakery, he had to distance himself from Patton. He couldn’t get close to him. Logan ran to his car and quickly drove down the street before pulling over and breaking down sobbing. His phone went off but he ignored it. 

Patton had finished and decided to change into a light blue skirt to go with his pastel blue floral shirt, before coming out of the back. He looked around not seeing Logan, “Um Lo?” he asked, looking around… Logan wasn’t there though. Patton sighed sitting down on a chair, “maybe… maybe he will be right back…” he mumbled putting his head down on the table. 

Patton waited a few hours before wiping his tears away and going to his apartment above the bakery. 

Logan got home and sat on his couch, he just had to… he just had to stay away from Patton. Not too hard. Who was he kidding, Logan had a huge crush on Patton, how would he stay away from him. 

Logan shook his head looking at the time, he had nothing to do. Logan got up deciding to head off to work early,

_____

Logan walked into the building and into his office quickly getting changed before he got a phone call, Patton. Logan held the phone close to his chest before answering and raising it to his ear. “Good Evening Patton, I’m sorry about earlier, something came up.” Logan lied. 

There was a laugh on the other end, “Hello Logan, sorry but, I’m not Patton.”

“Where is he?”

“Oh, with me, someone you’ve messed with far too much now.”

“Who are you.” Logan asked, remaining calm. 

“You don’t need to know that.”

“Well if I don’t know then how am I to know how I’ve messed with you?”

The other person just laughed, “You’ve destroyed my organization far too many times, now I have your precious boyfriend. Hope you’re happy, and find me and him in time.”

After that the person hung up. 

Logan stood there.

Patton had been kidnapped, because of him. 

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[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.17

a/n: aye. please read the authors note at the end :)

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogs​ @chrisrue15 @beanst0ck  @parttime-simp​  @kit-kat428​ @ntimacy​ @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 18

The last thing you saw, before being eaten by whatever Deku projected, were Akaashi’s wide opened eyes. After that, it was nothing but darkness. If it weren’t for Bakugo gripping tightly onto your uniform, you swore you would have experienced a heart attack despite such a young age.

Yet, the sensation of opening your eyes to bland white walls and beeping machines was foreign.

“(y/n)? Darling?” A familiar voice caught your attention. “Are you alright?”

Attempting to sit up, you were assisted with a pair of warm hands. Looking at the owner, your breath hitched upon seeing the face you had been trying to communicate many months back. Scanning the room, you accounted your parents, all your classmates, Bakugo, and Deku. The latter two being assisted by two nurses.

“(y/n)...? Drink this.” Shoto said as he handed a glass of water. Holding the glass to your mouth, he watched as you gulped down the liquid.

“Wh-why am I here?” You muttered. Looking at Bakugo and Deku, seeking answers from them would be useless. Both boys were still groggy and coming to their senses. Only to be met with silence, your eyes tried to meet whoever would dare answer your question. “Why isn’t anyone answering me?”

With the heart monitor picking up your increasing pulse, Shoto carefully placed his arm around your shoulder. Instincts came in as you immediately held on to his hand for support.

“Calm down.” He whispered. “If you want to cry then it’s alright. Giving yourself more stress isn’t good for you.”

Knowing he was right, you leaned on his arm and stared at your palm. Activating your quirk, a small gasp escaped your lips when you felt its power once more. The usual effort of having to use it seemingly vanished. With the glow brighter than ever, you quickly clenched your fist and let out a sigh.

“Shoto?”

“What is it? Are you in pain?” He leaned in closer and held your hand.

“I don’t wanna be here.” It was barely audible but he heard it enough.

“(y/n)-chan?” It wasn’t new for you to hear people calling you by that name but it felt different. Used to hearing Bokuto or even Konoha, your lips twitched upon recalling that you were not in the same world as them. Glancing at the source, Recover Girl had prepared a syringe with some sort of glowing liquid. “This’ll help calm your nerves and prevent your quirk from going haywire.”

Extending your arm, you barely winced as the needle pierced your skin.

“Would you like some privacy?” Recovery Girl asked. Though she knew that there was no need to question, it was only out of respect towards the visitors. Once she received a nod of confirmation, she began to shoo the people out of the room. Save for Shoto, Bakugo, and Deku. “Now that they’re out of the way, how’re you feeling?”

“I feel…” How did you feel? It was bad enough that you were forcibly taken back to where you belonged. If she was talking about your quirk then you were definitely sure how you felt. However, if she meant about the gaping hole developing in your heart then it was something you’d rather not dive into. “I’m not really sure how I feel.”

“Would you like to know why you came back here?”

“If it doesn’t bother you, then yes please.”

“Initially, you were supposed to be back after 4 days. At least that’s what we had initially agreed on.” She began. “But, the machine carrying Bakugo and Midoriya over to your location malfunctioned. Instead of your quirk going haywire, it was Midoriya’s that did. However, it would be better for you to take into consideration.”

“That what?”

“Midoriya and Bakugo were supposedly, in theory at least, to be transported and thereby encapsulated to those tanks over there.” Using her syringe cane, she pointed to the rather large mechanism. “That IV hose on your chest targets your arteries. Because of the nature of your quirk, it was a gamble on our part to see if that was the core of your power.”

“This medical talk is only confusing me.” You let go of Shoto’s hand and massaged your temple. “What is the point of all that?”

“It means that everything that happened, everything you felt and experienced, was nothing but a product of your mind’s unconscious effort to create a paradise.”

“P-pardon?”

“Because we were using your quirk as a means of bringing you back, it was expected that once the both of things were good to go, they would become as little as atoms and be enclosed in those capsules. Once they were stabilized, they would then take a small trip inside that IV hose connected to your chest. Merging them with your quirk, it would open the path to your neocortex and thalamus.”

“I wasn’t asking about the procedure.” You were more than aware you sounded rude but that was beyond you. “Did you say everything was a product of my i-imagination?”

“The effort of saving you could have gone two ways. The hypothesis was that if these two boys shrunk and turned into the size of atoms, then the possibility of another universe was very high. Yet they never did. Their bodies were not affected yet the green light indicated they had safely traversed to where they needed to be.”

“So... “ Feeling your fingers grow numb, you held on to your blanket and relayed all the events that happened. From having to adjust and get to know your surroundings, learning more about whatever life you had before you woke up in that version of Tokyo, to growing closer with the people there, and to eventually finding solace in the skilled hands of a setter… was nothing but a product of your imagination. “None of it was real?”

With no answer coming from the small nurse, you let out a silent cry towards Bakugo and Deku.

“You guys were there right? You saw how each person had their own train of thought? How big that area was?” Blinking the stinging sensation away, you felt tears rolling down your cheek. The heart monitor gradually beeping faster.

“I get that you’re panicking but what Recovery Girl stated, we were informed about it.” Deku explained. “In all honesty, Kacchan and I were putting it into consideration that something was off and that all of that was real. But the more we thought about it, the more it dawned to us that nothing really made sense.”

“Think about it, extra. You told us you’d be reaching 8 months there. I bet your mother there doesn’t even have a damn clue as to who you really are. Don’t even think about foul mouthing me cause I spend a handful of my time debating whether or not that's true or not.”

“Maybe it was a side effect of that villain’s quirk.” Shoto finally spoke up. He had a ton of questions but he knew it would all be left unanswered. “It happened right after, did it not? Perhaps it wasn’t water but something else and that the records were wrong.”

“We rechecked the criminal’s records and can confirm that his quirk was just water.” Recovery Girl added. Standing up, she fixed her coat and walked closer to you. “I know your thoughts are rampant and in a mess but don’t strain yourself. You just woke up and are still in an unstable position. Let me know if you want some Temazepam. Sleep would help.”

Watching her leave, you stared at the large window.

“Akaashi Keiji. Bokuto Kotarou. Konoha. Fukurodani Gakuen. Other Mother. Asami. Akiko.” You began to roll call each person you knew. At least the very important ones.

“Are those names?” Shoto asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“I have a lot of questions but I know you deserve to rest.” He carefully placed his index finger on your cheek to make you stare at him. Seeing how pale and spaced out you were, he motioned for you to scoot over and give him space. Giving him enough room to lay down, you allowed him to pull you into his arms. “I’m all ears if you want to vent it out.”

“I…” Making yourself comfortable, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The warmth his body gave was as comforting as ever. Closing your eyes, you began to absentmindedly play with his shirt. “Am I going crazy, Shoto? Everything felt real. There’s no way I’m capable of creating something that vast in my head.”

“Were those the names of the people you encountered?”

“Yeah. A few of them. Shoto?”

“Hm?”

“What did my mom and dad do?”

“Well…” Blinking his thoughts he wasn’t sure whether he should share it or not. “They were planning to get you back forcefully after 3 days. Whether Bakugo or Midoriya were fine with it or not.”

“Hm… I guess nothing’s changed. Truth be told I was kinda expecting something like this to happen.” Wrapping your arm around his body, you allowed your mind to wander what was happening on the other side. Did they remember you? Now that you weren’t there, did the you from the pictures emerge?

“Don’t overthink. Nothing good comes from that.” Turning to face you, he began to pat the back of your head. Despite the countless times he’s done that gesture, he had to admit he was still stiff as a board when it came to affectionate cuddles. “Go to sleep. I’ll see what I can do to help when you wake up.”

“I’m sorry for bringing more drama into your life.” You chuckled as you savored the safety Todoroki Shoto offered. “You have more than enough on your plate.”

“I don’t mind. Just don’t go on by thinking you don’t belong here.” Resting his lips on the crown of your head, he took a moment and blinked his thought process. The slight increase of his heartbeat was a bit off. Thinking it was due to the coffee he had a few hours ago, he shook his head and closed his eyes. “I’ll always be here. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”

“I know~”

You weren’t sure how many hours you slept but it still hadn’t sunken in that you woke up next to a sleeping Todoroki. Still in the nurse’s office, you sat up and examined your body. It was only now how you saw the amount of tubes and hoses that pierced your rather weak torso.

Looking across your bed, the machine that had transported Bakugo and Deku stood out like a sore thumb. You could tell it wasn’t the handy work of any of the support students. Staring at the capsules, your eyes followed the connected hose till your vision rested on your chest. It did occur to you that perhaps your heart was the center of your quirk, you just never took it seriously.

“How ironic.” You commented.

Feeling the bed shifting, you glanced over your shoulder and admired how fast asleep your friend was. Remembering that BakuDeku were still in the room, the hospital curtain prevented you from searching for them. Recovery Girl must have given you privacy when you two fell asleep.

Focusing on your palms, you activated your quirk. It truly felt amazing to know your powers were back to the way they were. Yet, being used to not having to rely on it was a whole different story. It may have been 2 months on this side of the world but it would probably be much easier to be relying on your quirk than not.

Slowly laying back down, you rested on your side and stared at the sleeping Shoto. Fixing his bangs, an image of Akaashi sleeping flashed in your mind. Compared to Shoto’s soft features, Akaashi was gifted with rather sharp ones.

What was he doing now? Were his thoughts or memories wiped clean? The last words you said before waking up was his name to add to your growing list of problems.

“Don’t cry.” Drowned in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized that Shoto had woken up. Meeting his eyes, there was nothing but sadness and sincerity.

Wiping the tears with his sleeve, he kept his right palm open. Using his quirk, he began to form little snowflakes.

“You’ve gotten better~” You sniffled. A small smile resting on your tear stained face. If there was one thing you two kept a secret, it was how Shoto couldn’t create detailed snowflakes. On a good day, he could form a few lumps of soft snow but this time, he had managed to create intricate patterns large enough for the eyes to see.

“Found some spare time to practice. It took a while but I realized that I had to incorporate a bit of heat into the mix. It’s pretty, is it not?”

“It is.”

“I won’t ask why you stopped trying to communicate with us here.” He began. “Bakugo and Midoriya managed to send a message about what was happening to them. I was honestly relieved that you were doing fine. But it annoyed how I couldn’t do anything.”

“You did what you could, Tododorky~” You poked his cheek. “Just give me a few days and I’ll answer your questions alright?”

“Alright.”

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a/n:

I’m back :D

I posted much later than anticipated and I’m really sorry to keep all of you waiting :( My schedule was just so jam packed and I just couldn’t insert the time to write. If I did, I only managed to squeeze in a few sentences before I gave up due to stress and hatred of whatever the fuck is happening to the company I’m working in -_-

I’ve been feeling quite low these past few days and it’s really making me question whether or not the stories I make are worth reading :( I’m still tired as it is but it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t try to make things better than they are :]

that being said, the next upload date is a bit blurry but I will do my very best to upload back to my original schedule! :)

i hope all of you enjoy your day and this chapter! :) it ain’t much but i tried T.T

[why-are-you-even-here-tho]

okay people. i’m gonna be spitting a lot of Words. because i’m feeling a lot of Feelings at the moment and i don’t know how to express them through any other methods so. yeah. 

this is just gonna be me venting so. probably wouldn’t recommend reading but idk u do u i guess. i put most of the things that i think are triggers in the tags, but i’m actual shit at tagging so. if literally anything is gonna affect you negatively just. don’t read. i can’t tag everything and yeah. idk. to the cut now i guess. bye. 

hi lmaooo what the fUCK am i writing lmaoo

so. first. my past week has been fucking shit. 

    first, i was super fuckin stressed cause i had chair placement auditions for band, a 70 point spanish vocab test, and a 5-7 minute presentation of elizabethan crime and punishment all due in the span of two fucking hours on wednesday. and my stepmother. has the fucking a u d a c i t y. to tell me that i’m actually only allowed to study (on my computer, where everything is) for one hour after school each day. like honey i can’t control what i’m fuckin assigned. and she’s already shitty with me cause she thinks that i’m not doing anything when i’m on my computer (which, despite what you all have seen of me, is not true lmao). so she’s super fuckin dumb about that. 

    second. my chickens. which i call my chickens because, up until recently, i was the only person that did jack shit for those fuckin birds. literally. stepmother bought the food and sold the eggs. maybe went outside once every couple weeks. it pissed me off but you know. whatever. that’s not even what i’m talking about this time. but she goes out there, before i do my daily stuff for them, and comes back in- whirlwind if pissed off cause the stuff isn’t done. like honey i haven’t done that yet. and she gets bitchy cause i haven’t done it yet and starts to go on about how she knew that i secretly hated the chickens and that she bet that i intentionally fucking killed some of them (cause a few of them actually disappeared this week)?? like what in the fUCK??? i would never fuckin do that??? and i love hearing her complain about what food and water is full to the top as if she bothers doing literally anything to help with them. so i’m now not even allowed in my own fucking backyard because apparently i’m a fuckin serial chicken killer. fuck that. 

    third. i had. the audacity to forget an entire assignment. and stepmother dearest sees it. and goes fuckin apeshit. i am the epitome of disrespectful and useless and such a little bitch and stupid and do i need someone to go with me to school every day and hold my hand and remind me to breathe? and like. i can take that, in a way. it’s the normal shit i get from this woman. what really, for some odd reason, got me this time? when she asked, i think completely sincerely, actually, if there was some sort of implant that could make me better. like bitch. i’m not a fucking dog, you don’t need to fucking chip me so you know where i am all the time. i’m not a fucking robot that needs a fucking upgrade so that my fucking memory is better. i haven’t really said anything to her (or anyone really) about this (cause i don’t fuckin trust her not to give me shit because of it) but i have. a fuckin Issue. with fuckin dehumanization. and that hit. every single fucking button. so i’m fucking pissed and just decide that hey. i’m gonna go to my room for a minute. so i don’t fucking murder my dad’s wife. and i get shit for that too!!! like what in the fUCK???? and now i’m at my grandma’s for some length of time. in fuckin exile. 

    fourth, because i feel like it’s its own thing. my stepmom. as i’m going to my grandma’s for my tommyinnit arc. stops me for a minute. uses her “i’m being genuine (lie) and just trying to make you understand my point of view (with the attitude that it is the only one that matters cause yeah) because being me is hard :(” voice. tells me. “I just want to help you, but you being here makes me think about hurting myself.” which. yes, i understand is not a thing to just dismiss. i do kinda feel shitty about it. but also. 2 things. one, she said it in such a tone of voice that practically screamed “this is a lie to make you feel like shit”. and two, she?? also does this?? to me??? like honey. the blood on the inside of the thighs of my pants and the pocketknife blade hidden in my jewelry box are saying a bit more about “thinking about hurting myself” than you, sitting there on the couch, rewatching game of thrones for the third time. i sound like an asshole in this bit. but i’m just. fuckin angry. 

     fuckin angry and fuckin pissed at myself. cause maybe if i didn’t fuck that assignment up, i’d not be in so much trouble. if i did the chicken stuff earlier that day i’d be at home still. if i could focus more in class my parents might not be as easy to piss off. if i were just. better. if i were not. like this. if i could do more than just “try to” change. if i could look at my issues and actually work to fix them rather than staying up till midnight on a weekday, spending over an hour typing a fucking essay about the shit i’ve been through this week that nobody is gonna read. maybe even if i just. weren’t here. 

    i wasn’t supposed to exist. there were. so many signs. telling my parents that they shouldn’t have kids. one - the fact?? that my mom had no less than four miscarriages??? before she got pregnant with me??? one would think that they may stop trying after like. two. and my mom already had one son! it was with her first husband (red flag right there lmao) but she had! a kid! already! why go through all that pain? idk. i’m not, and never will be, a parent. two - my parents! actually did! decide to stop trying! to have a kid! and then my bitchy little -9 month old ass was like “hey bitches are you ready for 16 years of hell?” three - there were so many issues with my (i mean. not mine but the only one i’ve been involved in) pregnancy. like. mom got badly sick like. 3 times. she told me one day that her doctor told her that it would be healthier for me? if she kept smoking while she was pregnant???? so that’s fun. and i’m positive that it was not just nicotine. yeah. fun. don’t necessarily have an issue with weed but like. bro. you’re pregnant. no thanks. four - i was a cesarean. not that that’s really an issue. but. i felt like it might go on here. five - i refused! to breathe! on my own! for almost 24 hours! this might have meant something!!!!! 

     i don’t even know what i’m writing anymore honestly. i’m feeling emotions and i hate it. it’s midnight. i’ve spent over an hour writing this.  why am i not working on my fic. bye.

i would like access to alcohol please lmao

[thebonggirll]

Chapter 20 - Final Match

Chapter 19

Y/N took some time to rest and finally, got ready to watch the last and final match. Midoriya went back soon after their last conversation. She needed support from Kyoka to walk properly as her legs weren't still healed yet but she was able to stand on her own for some time. As she went to the stands, everyone immediately started congratulating her for coming third athough she didn't feel that great, knowing she didn't even give her best in the fight.

"Where are they?" Y/N asked sitting down in one of the front seats.

"Patience sweetheart. Your boyfriend is gonna be here soon." Kyoka said, smirking.

"Yeah but he's too fucking stupid and reckless." Y/N said, "Also, please stop calling him that and be a little less obvious." She looked around in search of Shinso, hoping to get a chance to thank him. But soon enough, Present Mic announced, "Welcome to the final battle in U.A. High School Sports Festival! In just a moment here today, we will know which first year student is on top!" and she decided to find him later.

The fight ended faster than expected. Although Midoriya cheered for Todoroki and told him to give his all, he stopped abruptly in the middle. In the end, when Bakugou used his special move, Todoroki used his left side for a moment, but something changed his mind and he didn't. When the dust cleared up, Bakugou looked up forward and saw Todoroki at the other end, lying unconscious.

"He looks really mad..." Kyoka commented.

"It's natural. It has been his dream to be the best for a long time..." Y/N said, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in front of her. Bakugou got up and walked to his opponent, his figure looked a bit weary. And he started shouting at Todorki, holding him by his collar. But after a while, he fell unconscious as Midnight used her quirk and announced Bakugou as the winner.

Bakugou has a dream and he believes in himself. He knows what he is capable of and he wants to be the on the top and the best. But not this way. One look at his expression was all it took to understand that he didn't want to be the winner like that where his opponent refused to use his full power on him. As the medical team came and took him to the nurse, Y/N got up and started limping there to see him, along with his whole squad ofcourse. It wasn't that she just cared about Bakugou. She was also worried about Todoroki who looked way broken from the very beginning. Maybe Y/N was a bit bitter about him winning against her but that didn't mean she was insensitive. Both the boys were hurt physically and mentally.

As soon as they arrived, Bakugou's rough voice entered their ears. He was sitting on the bed grumbling at first, but then he became aggressive as Todoroki refused to answer any of his questions.

"Hey, are you guys doing okay?" Kirishima asked.

But Bakugou wasn't listening. His emotions took over and he just wasn't ready to listen to anyone. Some people came in along with Midnight and put him on restraint. "I think it's best if you leave them alone for now." Recovery Girl said.

As they were going to leave, Midnight stopped Y/N and said, "Stay here. We will escort you together when the award ceremony begins."

"Okay." Y/N said and quietly sat down on a chair nearby. She turned to Todoroki and said hesitantly, "....I don't know how or what you feel but I just hope you get better. I know both you can do much better than that. I... that's all I can say." He looked down and just nodded his head. She turned towards Bakugou who was still going beserk. And although she wanted to just talk to him, she just couldn't gather the courage. It is his dream and no amount of assurance can bring back the time. So she just let him vent his anger.

The door opened and a staff said, "It's time."

As they were standing in their positions, All Might made an entry and started giving their medals. Everyone from the first year were standing before them, except Iida. Y/N didn't hear a single word from him or see him after their match. And for the kind of person he is, she knew he would've been the first to congratulate her, knowing that they fought each other. She decided to pay no attention to it and concentrated on All Might standing before her.

"I know you have more potential, Y/N. Don't be down for what happened in the match. Focus on training and getting better. You'll become a great hero in the future for sure." He said, hugging her in assurance after awarding her the bronze medal.

In the afternoon, they were back in the class. Aizawa said, "Nice work. You have the next two days of school off to recuperate. I am sure that the pros who watched the festival will wanna recruit some of you. We will cover the drafts forms and update you when you return."

"Yes sir!"

Everyone was tired and just wanted to go home that day. But ofcourse, Y/N was worried about the 'controversial image' that Kyoka was talking about. She had to, didn't she? Her brother and her parents had a reputation to keep which can be brought down just because of her. But no, her family wasn't anything like she thought. Obviously they were in the entertainment industry and scandals were always surrounding them, but they have the experience and knew how to shut them up. They have always handled these before. Y/N was just too busy with her own training to go up and search for such things. And her family was more than glad to avoid making their little daughter worry about it.

"Hey." she heard Shinso while walking down the stairs.

"Oh dang, sorry I didn't notice you...I was just tired." Y/N smiled, "And thank you for coming to see me after I lost the match."

"I wanted to see how you looked with your mouth shut for once." He said.

".....that's kinda rude."

"I am joking." He said.

"Then laugh or smile next time because I thought you were serious man." she stopped by the gate and said, "Oh I asked for you number before, remember?"

"Yes." He said taking her phone. She quickly saved his number and bid goodbye to him.

She was in no rush today, so she took her time to walk to the bus stop.

"You came to the nurse's office today." A voice growled behind her. She stopped and looked behind.

"I wanted to know if my friends were okay." Y/N said calmly. She would've dodged it if it was any other day. But just this one day, knowing what Bakugou was going through, she wanted to clear up atleast some things for him. And besides, she was too tired to come up with any excuses.

"That half-and-half fucking bastard is your friend?" Bakugou smirked, "Ofcourse he is, knowing how both of you have twisted minds."

"Don't belittle people's issues like that. It takes years to get over some things. " Y/N said as she started walking again, "And I said 'friends' if you didn't hear properly."

"I am not fucking wasting my time on some extra like you."

"I don't know what's the issue you have with me but I do consider you my friend, whether you like it or not. You don't have to call me yours, just because I do. I..uh..I get worried okay?" Y/N said blushing, "I am too tired. Bye." She didn't wait for him to cuss her out or see his expression and started running to get home as fast as her legs could take.

"What the fucking hell?" Bakugou stood with a little blush on his face and muttered, "I am just embarassed."

There was no one to listen, yet it felt like he was trying to convince someone.

Chapter 21

SEASON - II

Ignite

MASTERLIST

tags: @captncappuccino​

[taehyungiesnoona]

02 | My Life With Bangtan

⇢  pairing: female reader x OT7

⇢ genre: luckyfan!au

⇢ rating: SFW

⇢ warnings: very minimal uses of profanity

⇢ word count: 6.3k

⇢  A/N: Welcome back to another chapter of MLWB. I’m glad you guys enjoyed my rewrite of the first chapter! I have so many plans for this series that it will be my main focus. I am working full time so I won’t be able to pump out chapters in the way I want to. Please bear with me. Also this story takes place around the LY: Her era, keep that in mind. Anyways lets see what will happen next for Y/N, shall we? Happy Reading~ 

Chapters 01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05

»»———— CHAPTER TWO ————-«« 

I continued to stand there in complete awe.

Bangtan Sonyeondan was literally standing in my checkout lane! Was this truly reality or was this a figment of my imagination? Was I that worked up over dealing with rude customers today that I began to hallucinate the seven beings that brought me joy? Those seven pairs of eyes now began to grow extremely wide from the sentence that had slipped from my lips. I was still not one with the world, my mind still trying to put the pieces together.

“Someone has a dirty mouth.” Suga scoffed to my comment in Korean, a smirk evident on his face.

It then occurred to me, all those lessons and self studying had seriously paid off. I was able to comprehend every word that he said! Which brought me back to the situation at hand, I just cursed in front of them. I was the worst when it came to first impressions, this was merely proof of the fact.

“I-I-I’m so sorry! Where are my manners? You all just took me by s-surprise.” I fumbled with my words as I dipped my head low.

Their eyes seemed to grow even bigger knowing I was able to speak the same language as them. I could have sworn that I saw V’s jaw drop a tiny bit. I never really got to talk much in Korean, so for them to just stand there as I attempted to speak it, made me worry a bit about any errors I would have made or if I just sounded flat out weird.

“Wow! She speaks Korean!” Jimin’s eyes lit up, a wide smile growing across his face.

“She sounds almost like a native speaker!” J Hope added as his smile grew in size as well.

I was still very much confused as to why of all places, they were here at my shitty job. Taking a look at their empty hands it was clear they weren't here for groceries. So what exactly was the reasoning for this encounter? A small part of me had a feeling that it was far more than just a coincidence.

“May I ask...what brings you here?”

“It’s quite simple actually.” RM was the one to answer my question, smiling as he exposed his dimples. “We’re here because of your letter.”

He held up an envelope that was indeed the one I sent two months ago. A little worn out from the trip it must have gone through but was mine nonetheless.

“Which by the way, was written very well.” he added. “We assumed you had someone write it for you but it seems you proved us wrong, knowing now your Korean is spot on.”

I couldn't help but become shy at the compliment that was presented to me. I had been so worried that I was saying something grammatically incorrect. His praise said otherwise, a rush of relief making its way over me.

To be honest, I had completely forgotten what the contents of that letter was. I wrote damn near a book to them, my heart pouring out on the front and back of each page.

Forcing my mind to go back in time, I had to replay the events of that day, remembering myself sitting at my desk as my pen was flowing across the lined pieces of paper that were in front of me. I had already begun a tangent and was just spewing whatever the hell was on my mind. While writing that letter, a thought came to me, reminiscing on the dream I had the night before.

I had the craziest dream ever last night.

It got me thinking of what it would be like to go on vacation with you guys.

I bet it'd be so much fun! I’m sure we’d have so much fun! I need to soak up a bit of the outdoors more.  I need to intake some more UV rays.

Because...I actually don't go out much. Or at all. Quite frankly it's due to the fact I don't have any friends.

The only ones I consider to be my friends, are you seven...

Sounds pretty lame, right?

We've never met and... in our lifetimes, the chances of such an event are pretty slim.

This letter is my way at reaching out to you. To vent to you what I normally hide from others.

Thinking back on certain parts of that letter, I couldn't help but cringe. What the hell was I thinking that day? I had no clue whatsoever. I knew I had a lot on my mind, everything literally pouring out.I felt super embarrassed for what felt like the millionth time, wanting nothing more to do than hide myself under a rock for the rest of eternity. Breaking my train of thought was RM’s voice, noticing that I remembered the contents of the letter.  

“We’d like to make your letter a reality. We were all touched by your words that instead of just writing back to you, we came up with the crazy thought that we just meet you in person, something we really haven't done.”

“What RM Hyung is trying to say is that, we’re taking you on that vacation you mentioned~” V chimed in.

No fucking way. There's just no fucking way this is real!

The sentences that seemed to never want to leave my mind. This time of course, keeping it to myself. I needed to fully be able to process everything that was being said, it all was hitting  me pretty head on and I still felt like this was just a dream or something. My eyes soon found themselves looking over at Jungkook, who had been pretty quiet the whole time. Our gazes met while he offered me a soft smile. That’s when I realized, how would any of this happen? My head swung back to make eye contact with RM, the person who had been doing most of the talking thus far.

“Wait, but how? I mean. There’s no way that I can ask for time off. My manager is kinda a prick.” My faced frowned a bit at the thought of the boss, the one responsible for my paycheck every two weeks.

Though he rarely came out of his office, he enforced pretty strict rules from time to time thus making the working environment like some sort of prison. And with those strict rules, he never would allow anyone to request time off without a good enough reasoning behind it. You literally had to be on your deathbed in order to get an approval from that man.

RM nodded his head. “You’re absolutely right. Which is why you’ve already been approved for the next thirty days.”

My mouth flung open at his statement. “What? Really? A whole month???!”

J-Hope scooted closer to RM, patting him on the back. “You can thank this guy for that. He spoke to your manager and let’s just say he was quite...persuasive.”

Impressive. I was indeed quite impressed with them. The fact that not only they convinced my boss to give me time off but a month at that...was truly astonishing. But my thoughts, once again, started coming up with the “what ifs”. It seemed like I had a question for everything.

“Okay, but what about you guys? I’m sure you all are super busy. Would you even have time for something like this? With just a normal girl like me?”

Bringing out of his silence, Jungkook spoke, spooking me a bit in the process. His voice was so calm, more so in person versus when I would hear it while watching a video or something.  

“No need to worry. It’s all been taken care of. Besides we’re on a bit of break from promoting anyways.” that sweet smile was once again on his face.

“There might be a few appearances planned out, but you’re more than welcome to tag along with us.” Jin finally made his presence in the conversation as well.

It was then at that moment that I was finally able to come to terms with everything that was happening. This was no dream at all, this was very much real! I had to have been the luckiest person on the earth. The fact that I was going to spend not one, not two, but thirty days with my ultimate group still blew my mind. Of all the letters they received on the daily, what made mine so special? The urge to ask them this question lingered on my mind but I took it upon myself not to proceed with it, to just go with the flow.

I needed a vacation anyways, it had been long overdue.

“I’d love to!” biting down on my bottom lip, my cheesy smile presenting itself.

We then went on to introducing ourselves, getting the formalities out the way and what not, even though I knew who they where. One by one, they stated their stage names as well as their actual names, giving me permission to call them by it. In addition, their ages were given, their Korean ages that is. Seokjin was twenty-six, Yoongi was twenty-five, both Namjoon and Hoseok were twenty-four, Jimin and Taehyung were twenty-three and Jungkook was twenty-one. After they gave their introductions, all seven of them looked to me, waiting for me to take my turn. No longer feeling awkward, I raised up a hand and waved to them.

“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/N. I’m twenty-five years old….internationally??”

The last part coming out more as a question. I knew I must have sounded silly but it seemed like it was overlooked as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook’s eyes grew once more in size.

“She’s a Nuna!” Taehyung pointed at me, his voice becoming a bit high pitched.

Hearing the word nuna and being called one, felt a bit weird at first. I’d always hear that word being used in a drama, having it being directed at me, took me back a bit. Not in bad way, just a little surprising to be referred as one. I was pretty sure Jimin caught on, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and lowering it as he spoke.

“Are you okay with being called Nuna?”

“I am.” a light chuckle came out. “It was just a bit weird hearing it for the first time, that’s all.”

“Well we definitely want you to feel comfortable around us, so call us whatever you’d like to~” Hoseok adding into the conversation with a radiant smile across his face.

Looking back down at my register, I noticed that it had been roughly around fifteen minutes since the end of my shift. It wasn’t long but time really seemed to fly by since Bangtan made their appearance. Would this mean that our time together would fly by also? I was really hoping not but I would save that thought for another point in time. My main priority would be to just live in the now, there was no need to question what the future would hold for me.

The boys and I decided to meet up after I clocked out. We were going to share our first meal together, and to say I was excited was an understatement. I was ecstatic, getting the opportunity to spend any time with these seven, I knew I would cherish these moments so much. I’d go to my grave with these memories so I wanted to ensure that I was making the most of out them.

Originally I had planned to clock out at an extremely alarming rate but knowing I was now going to meet up with BTS to have dinner, believe me when I say I did it Sonic fast. I wasn’t in the best shape and I could feel my chest heave from the small bit of vigorous activity I had put it through. As soon as I opened the door to my cute little light blue VW Beetle, my body almost gave out from the exhaustion I had placed upon it. Still attempting to catch my breath, I pulled down the visor above me to take a good look at myself, turning the ignition on in the process.

My cheeks were red, and strands of my now frizzy hair were sticking to my forehead from the small amount of perspiration that was apparently visible now. I looked absolutely horrible. A bit terrified seeing myself disheveled, I opted to open my glove compartment and search for something, anything to fix myself up. To my relief, I kept an “emergency kit” there in case something were to ever happen while I was on the road. Rummaging through it, I managed to see that there was minimal makeup, a few feminine hygienic items, some spare cash, a flashlight and lastly a package of those wet wipes.

Snatching them as soon as I had them in my sight, I took a few out and placed the cool toweling against my skin, easing my cheeks from the hot sensation that was present on them. Shortly after I took another one out and folded it neatly before placing it against my forehead, allowing the sweat to soak up as bit as I threw my noggin against the headrest of the driver’s seat. My eyes remained closed as I continued to enjoy the effect the wet wipe was having on my poor skin.

Bringing my phone up into view, I noticed the time. It was a little after 5:30 PM. It had been already thirty minutes since I was face to face with my bias group, shocking still that I was the lucky one who was given this opportunity to spend a whole month with them. We were supposed to meet up at a local dinner, since we all agreed upon eating burgers and I knew of the perfect little spot to do so. It was a Ma and Pop kind of place. Very small, but the experience there was like none other. The owners really took care of you, making you feel right at home as soon as you walked through the entrance.

Also, since not too many people in town knew of this hidden gem, it was a perfect way for the boys to relax and not have to worry so much about being bombarded with fans. Something that seemed to happen more frequently since their popularity was on the rise. To be completely honest, I also intended to make a better impression on them since I kept replaying the scene in my head, how my sailor mouth made its appearance within the first minute of meeting them.

Cheeks returning now to their normal temperature as well my heart rate finally coming down to a normal pace, I removed the wet wipe from my forehead and placed it in the passenger seat. I grabbed for the few cosmetic items I had stowed away, nothing extravagant, just an eyeliner pen as well as an extra tube of my favorite mascara. Normally I didn’t care too much as to physical appearance, that due to my lack of self confidence but having seen how terrible I looked, I opted to just apply very minimal makeup.

Quickly swiping a thin line across my eyelids and applying a few coats of mascara to my eyelashes, I looked back at the reflection before me. I wasn’t drop dead gorgeous but for the simple occasion of having a casual dinner, it would definitely suffice. My hair no longer was an unruly mop on my head, I patted it down with the palm of my hands and slightly detangling it with my fingers. Looking once more in the glove compartment I was able to score a loose scrunchie I had lying in there and wasted no effort in styling my hair in a simple side braid. I was successful in making myself look like I put a lot of time in when in reality it was the complete opposite.

Satisfied with how I was able freshen myself up, I brought my phone up to my view once more to check the time. It was now roughly 5:45 PM and I had about fifteen minutes before we all were going to meet. The diner we were going to be at was not far from the supermarket, so I knew I had a few more minutes to spare before taking off. I took it as an opportunity to compose myself, shake the jitters that seemed to spew up periodically throughout that past hour.

Inhaling and exhaling a few times, my eyes found themselves shut as I looked back on everything that had happened that day. What I presumed to be a crappy one turned around in the end. The corners of my mouth found themselves curling up, just from the thought of the end of my shift. The thought of Bangtan Sonyeondan. After relaxing for a bit, I shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the parking spot I was in, shifting the gear into drive and took off with a huge smile on my face as I made my way to the diner. I’d never been this excited about dinner in my life.

Pulling into the diner’s parking lot, I noticed a white van on the side. Instantly I knew it was the boys. I hurried to get the parking spot beside them, despite knowing this place wasn’t a busy one. I felt the urge to make sure that no one would occupy it but myself. Easing my way next to their van, I begin to see waves being thrown my way by Hoseok. It surely got the others attention since soon they were exiting the van and waiting right outside the driver’s door.

“Ayeeeeeeee!” they roared in unison, not even letting me get a foot out the door.

My eyes couldn’t help but grow large from their enthusiasm, causing me to release a faint chuckle. Even only having officially met, I noticed a definite change in my mood. The very affect they would have when I would see them on my laptop screen. I seemed to have forgotten about the negativity I was feeling before they approached me. It was as if their very presence flushed all those toxic feelings out of me. Something that I seemed to struggle with so much over these years.

Soon after saying some brief hellos, the eight of us entered into the restaurant and was quickly seated in a large booth that was in the back of the diner. I occupied the very center of it while the members of Bangtan surrounded me from left to right, making me feel a bit nervous once more seeing their gazes upon me. Our waitress came towards us and recognized me right away.

“Oh, Y/N right? You’re dining in for a change?” Her eyebrow rose in curiosity as she grabbed for her pad and pen from her apron pocket.

She then took notice of the seven men that accompanied me, her eyes taking in each one of their appearances and then found its gaze stuck on a particular person, Yoongi. She looked down at him and smiled, her sight not leaving him. I picked on immediately that she took a liking to him. It looked like he didn’t seem to pay any mind to her, his attention was firmly on the menu that was in his hands, skimming over the different burger options there were. She proceeded in taking our orders, each one of the boys giving their order to her in English, which to be honest, was actually really adorable to see first hand. Namjoon was able to do so very smoothly, which was to be expected, but the other members took their time when they spoke in English, making sure not to make any errors. After our waitress went to put in our orders, I found myself looking down laughing,Hoseok noticing right away.

“What’s so funny?” he asked while smiling my way.

“I was just...you guys have come a long way. Your English has definitely improved. I must say I’m quite impressed.” Returning the smile given to me, I looked at the others as well.

“Y/N, may I ask how long you’ve been an A.R.M.Y?” Seokjin’s voice causing me to turn his direction now.

“Oh! Let’s see...it really has been a while. I’ve been a fan of yours since...a little after your debut.”

I could feel my cheeks rise in temperature as I looked back on all the years that had passed since I first came to know who Bangtan was.

“I was casually browsing on Youtube and the MV for No More Dream was in the recommended,I got really intrigued by the concept you guys went for. From there...there was no looking back. I’d been supporting you guys ever since.”  

“We truly appreciate all your support Y/N” Namjoon brought his hands up in a gracious manner, his dimples indenting each cheek of his. “Like that means so much to us knowing you’ve been here since the beginning.”

“I’m glad to have to seen you guys grow so much over the years, as cheesy as it sounds.”

Our waitress had came back and began handing out our drinks, still paying extra attention to Yoongi. As she placed his cup in front of him, her arm continued to linger there, most likely looking to gain his attention or something. I felt a bit bad for her, though her attempts were really subtle, none of them seemed to be successful. Yoongi was lost in thought, his gaze seeming to be anywhere but in that booth. What he must have been thinking about? I couldn’t give the answer to that.

Tuning out the other’s chatter around me, I found myself glancing his way, studying him. His tongue seemed to be clicking on the side of his mouth, he was seriously lost in whatever thought he was having. His facial expressions were a bit hard to read from the angle I was viewing him at, up until our eyes locked onto one another. Shock hit me as my eyes grew large, was he a mind reader of some sort? Did my glances burn at his side causing him to look my way? Whatever the reasoning, his piercing eyes bore into mine and my only reaction was to jump a bit in my seat and look down, hoping his attention would go elsewhere once more.

To my knowledge, it did.

Taehyung’s voice would be the next I would hear, his question was one I was not expecting to asked.

“Since you’ve been supporting us for all these years, do you have a bias? I know many other A.R.M.Y do.”

Quickly shaking my head in response, I replied to his inquiry. “No bias here. I’ve always had a hard time with picking favorites or anything of the sort. Besides it’d be super hard to choose one of you over the other. I adore you all equally.”

Jimin brought a hand up to his mouth, covering the pretty evident smile that was growing across his lips. “That’s so cute Nuna!”

Looking to my left and right, not only Jimin but the others began to smile due to the response I had given. Taking a quick glance his way,  even Yoongi grew a sly smirk in the corner of his mouth. I was glad that my answer was one of their approval, the way those seven reacted made it seem like it was something they had never heard before.

Had they never met someone who wasn’t biased in any way or fashion?

Gaining all of our attention now was the enticing aroma of our food being brought to us. I could feel my mouth beginning to water as one by one our waitress handed our plates to us. As if right on queue, she placed Yoongi’s plate in front of him, subtly brushing the tip of her finger against his arm. I wasn’t sure if anyone else caught on, but for certain I did. As well as Yoongi. His shoulders seemed to tense up from the contact, his eyes growing some in size as he slightly flinched his arm.

“Let me know if there is anything else I can get for you guys. And I mean anything.” the last word coming out of her mouth was in a very flirtatious manner.

Though she was failing to capture her intended target’s attention, I had to give this girl props. Never in my life could I do something as bold as flirting with a member of BTS. Well...anyone of the male species to be more accurate. It had been an awfully long time since I had been in a relationship, not that it was a problem. But when it came to guys in general, I was a mess when it came to flirting or making moves. If I ever got the courage to do that one day would be the day that pigs can actually fly.

“So Y/N..”

As I was bringing up a french fry to my mouth, Namjoon called out to me causing me to turn towards him mid chew.

“A little more about our vacation together. As you know now it’s going be thirty days and the location has already been picked. Also, aside from hanging out with all of us as a group, you’ll get the opportunity to spend some time with each member individually.”

I don’t exactly know what it was about what he had said but it made me very nervous on the inside, my stomach turning completely upside down as I dropped the fry I was holding in my hand, gracefully landing in the center of my lap. I tried my best to play it off coolly, and it had seemed to work with the others, that was until I heard Yoongi’s voice from the edge of the booth.

“Is there a problem?” he asked while taking a sip of his soda.

“N-No. Not at all.” I struggled to get out sounding as normal as possible.

Yoongi looked my way once more before smirking and returning to his plate of food as did I. Keeping to myself for a while, I took this as a chance to just sit there and observe the members of Bangtan. Just like Yoongi, Jungkook mostly stayed to himself, throwing in comments here and there. Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung seemed to be quite talkative compare to the rest of us. Hoseok always beaming that smile of his, Jimin and Taehyung playfully bothering Jungkook while he tried to eat, and then Namjoon and Seokjin seeming to have a interesting conversation about something I had no idea about, Seokjin throwing in his dad jokes at the most random times.

They literally were no different than what I was accustomed to seeing at home, a bunch of dorks despite the fame and popularity they continued to experience. It didn’t feel like I was sitting at a table with a group of idols, instead it felt like something that was a bit distant to me.

It felt like I was just a casual dinner with friends. My heart grew happy at the thought.

Several days had passed since meeting Bangtan and I was putting in the final touches as far as my packing went. The boys had been extremely helpful in the whole process for me, even going as far as to speaking to my landlord and informed them of my extended vacation. They truly had their way with words, the end result being my landlord giving me a prorated amount to cover the rent while I was away.

As the day I was leaving was upon me, I hurried around my apartment making sure I didn’t forget a single item for this trip. Scurrying around in a frantic mess, I checked my bags then went off the bathroom making sure to grab my toothbrush.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot this” I chuckled as I moved my hair out of my face.

Making my way back over to the living area of my place, I stuffed my toothbrush into whatever space I had left. Sifting my gaze to the side, I noticed my phone vibrating. Picking it up, I unlocked it to see a new message. After our dinner that night, we all exchanged numbers and began a group chat amongst ourselves. I was truly shocked that I was able to even obtain confidential information that was their phone numbers. They all assured me that management was completely fine with this and there was nothing to worry about. Opening up the group chat, the new message was from Taehyung.

Taehyung: Nuna~

Taehyung: Are you excited?

Taehyung: We just wanted to let you know that we will be waiting for you at the accommodations. Here’s the address we had been given---

A map attachment was then sent showcasing the address I was to meet them at. The location where our home would be for this vacation wasn’t a super far drive from where I lived. From the address that was sent to me, it looked like we would be heading to a secluded getaway that had access to a small but somewhat busy city that I had heard of before but never took the chance to visit it beforehand. I had heard so many things about that city and was really looking forward to exploring it with the boys.

I had really become excited about this whole trip. As I was about to respond back to Taehyung’s message, another incoming one appeared on my screen, this time from Namjoon.

Namjoon: I thought we all agreed I would be the one to inform Y/N...lol

Taehyung: Oops. You snooze you lose~

Seokjin: Taehyungie is going to hear it later

Hoseok: Right? haha

Y/N: lol

Namjoon: Be careful on the road Y/N. We’ll see you when you arrive.

Y/N: I will. I’ll see you guys later then 😊

Seokjin: Take care!~

Hoseok: See you later~

As I placed my phone back down, I looked around at my place one last time. This would be the first time I ever would be away from my sanctuary for so long. Normally, I would have done everything in my power to make sure such a thing would not happen. But given the circumstances, I was more than willing to step foot out of my studio. I couldn’t wait to get to my destination. I couldn’t wait to spend the next thirty days with the men who brought me joy through my darkest times.

Me stepping foot outside with the few suitcases I had packed was all the confirmation I needed. Opening the driver’s side door, sitting down and buckling myself made me realize once more: this really was happening. I was about to drive off onto the road to meet up with Bangtan Sonyeondan. The excitement was literally taking over my body as I drove out of my apartment complex, heading towards the highway that was close by. The goofy grin I was very much used to now made its way onto my face. I couldn’t remember that last time I was able to smile for that long. To be quite honest, I really didn’t care.

I opted to drive with the windows down. I mean, that’s what you normally did on road trips right? Not wanting to play any music in the background, I held one arm out of the window allowing the wind to brush against my arm. The road seemed to be never ending but that wasn’t enough to faze me. I had never been on this highway before so when I had the chance, I’d take a quick peek at the scenery. It was like a desert out there. Canyons could be seen and there wasn’t a sign of any wildlife or people for that matter. A quick glance to my GPS that was mounted to my dashboard, I looked at the remaining time that was left for my drive. Approximately two and a half hours were left. I had already been on the road for about three.

It amazed me that time was zooming on by on the road. I noticed that I was soon going to be needing gas so I looked once more to my navigation to see where the nearest gas station was. If there was one. Thankfully, there was a small shop that was about six miles from where I was at and they offered gas. Shifting my attention back to the road ahead of me, I continued to drive down the straight road ahead of me. Once I got to this shop, I made a note to grab a few snacks as well as a soda because I could begin to hear my tummy rumble a little bit.

Those six miles seemingly flew by and I soon found myself pulling up to the one pump that was available at that shop. After coming to a halt, a short older man wearing a navy jumpsuit came from out the store and towards my car. He waved towards me as I was getting out of my car.

“How much gas you needing sweetie?” he asked me as he grabbed for the gas pump.

I had always been so used to self service pumps that I was shocked to see that these types of services still existed. No one’s  ever pumped gas for me so I was a bit surprised that this sweet old man was willing to do it for me. The wrinkles that were spread over various portions of his face stretched as he looked to me, smiling as he awaited from my response.

“Uh...thirty dollars should do the trick.”

“Thirty dollars, you got it. You can go inside and look around while I get this taken care of for you, sweetie. It’ll be about five to seven minutes.”

I smiled back as he gestured towards the shop behind us. As I opened the door, a bell chimed signaling my entrance, a friendly elderly woman on the opposite side of the counter greeted.

“Hey there hun! Go ahead and have a look around and let me know if you need anything.”

The hospitality at that place was simply wonderful. The elder couple that ran this place were some of the friendliest people I had ever come in contact with in a very long time. Aside from the nice couple who ran the diner back home. I began skimming the aisles, picking up a bag of chips and a few candy bars before making my way over to the coolers that held all the drinks. The cool air hit my forehead as I swung the glass door open and reached for my favorite soda. Both arms fully loaded, I made my way to the counter and placed my items down neatly.

“Long trip?” the gently woman asked.

“Not that much longer left.” I nodded towards her. “I have about two and half hours left.”

“Oh?” she rang up my candy bars. “I’m assuming you’re going to the next city over then? Seems the tourism there has really picked up over the last few years.”

“Yup. I’ll be on vacation for a whole month and can’t wait to explore it.”

I noticed a few items she kept behind the counter with her. A bunch of cameras were aligned as well as some stationary and souvenirs. My eyes felt compelled to the polaroid camera that was directly behind her. It was one of the newer models and it was a cute bubblegum pink color. Directly next to it was a journal of the same coloring. The urge to get both the items was very strong, I didn’t try to resist the compulsiveness in me.  

“Can I get that camera and journal as well? Oh and also thirty dollars worth of gas?”

The elderly woman turned her back to me and grabbed for the items I requested. She placed them in a separate bag from my snacks, not even ringing them up which stuck confusion for me. I was about to bring it up when she stopped me.

“These will be on the house as well as your gas. Think of it as a little gift from us. Just promise me you’ll make the most out of you trip and create beautiful memories.”

I was extremely touched by the generosity that she offered to me. I felt tears wanting to well up in my eyes because I was extremely touched by her kindness. Both the woman and man would be two people I would never forget from that day on. I looked to her and smiled, my heart growing soft in the pit of my chest.

“I promise.”

As I walked back to my car, the older man waved once more to me before heading back to his wife.

“Take care now sweetie.” he yelled.

Sitting back in my seat, I leaned back and thought what the woman had said to me. To make beautiful memories on this vacation. Thinking of the group of guys who were waiting for my arrival, I knew that these next thirty days would be just that.

Memorable.

I wanted to make sure that I would cherish whatever happened for the rest  of my life. Which is why I wanted to grab the journal and camera as well, I was going to record this trip as much as I could so when it was over, I would always be able to look back on it. Revving the car in motion and shifting the gear to drive, I was once more on the road. In two and a half hours my life would begin an exciting new chapter. A chapter that I only thought would happen in a dream.

That chapter being--my life with Bangtan.

A/N: The real fun is about to begin! Ahhhhh! So sorry this took me long to update, work has really been draining me plus I’m preparing to see the boys in concert in September, making sure my accommodations are all set. Now that the intro stuff is pretty much out the way, we can finally enjoy vacationing with Bangtan! Also nice to see Y/N in better spirits. Bangtan really does have that effect on her. Stay tuned for the next chapter~

♡ masterlist

[yanderecandystore]

Reader is alone in their room throwing a rubber ball against the wall which at one point rolls away but is returned to them. Looking up they see a single eye ball, Buddy is slowly making themselves visible again. Buddy is covered in healed scars and wound. A soft whine and a wag of a tail. Black and Red pop in for the daily check up and see whats going on Remeber self care is best care :o - Cold Anon

Thanks for caring for me Cold, but like- You really do be breaking my heart with these beautiful angst concepts ;^;

TW/Tags: Feels (angst lol) // mentions of animal abuse // d r a m a (also a little different from what you originally thought off-) // cursing // plot twist that was pulled straight out of my ass- (I can't blame y'all if this seem boring or uninteresting lol, but it was the only plot twist that I felt like it was fitting).

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Broken smile [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Headcanon]:

Can you imagine your shock at seeing the familiar eyes looking at your own with nothing but relief and sorrow? Can you imagine seeing your little warrior walking inside your room slowly and clumsy due to his wounds.

You jump out of bed and go hug your best friend, despite knowing fully well that he hasn't recovered fully from whatever hell he clearly went through. He was anticipating the impact but it still hurts him despite his best efforts to hold it in-

You haven't come off of your bedroom that day, most of the crew was too busy to notice that you weren't doing your tasks, but of course they would notice before everyone else-

"- Babe, have you seen [Y/N] anywhere? I have a feeling we haven't talked much."

"- That's because we didn't. They haven't gotten out of their room ever since this morning-"

"- What?? Black, you should have told me sooner, come on, we need to see if they're okay- Wait!"

"- W-What is it??"

"- Where…. Black, where is M.Red?"

Instead of going straight to checking how you were they decided to search for their child since Mini Red just suddenly disappeared-

They eventually found him, and scolded the young child for giving both of his parents a heart attack, when asked where he was, M.Red said something quite surprising:

"- I was playing doctor with the doggie!"

You heard loud bagging on your door, you didn't really expect anyone to call you so late, they probably noticed you haven't attend to any of the tasks in the spaceship (although let's be honest, you're more surprised it took them 24 hours to notice that instead of realizing your lack of presence sooner-).

You recognized that friendly family that you have grown to appreciate over the past month, Red and Black has been nothing but sweet with you and M.Red is such a energetic kid-

You didn't want to get out of your room, so instead you welcomed them in, and as soon as their eyes looked at the medicines and the space canine laying on top of it all covered in wounds, they understood what happened.

He came back. The stupid dog came back, yet in their hearts there was nothing like hate or anger at the sight of the severely damaged dog.

No, on the contrary, there was pity inside them mixed with somewhat of a relief.

Well, don't get me wrong, they hate your dog still, he is nothing more than an immense rock in their path yet there is something so, well, "heartwarming" about seeing you reunited.

It's so fun to see their loved one so happy even if it's because of… That dog.

You didn't come out of your room at all that day, you just wanted to be with your friend and take care of him, you took first-aid kits on medbay to take care of his untreated wounds. Buddy came back all patched up yet whoever did it clearly didn't do a good job at it in the first place! You were glad someone at least tried to help, yet there was something very worrying about his condition-

If someone tried to fix him up, it was because he was hurt in the first place. Buddy is a smart boy yet he wouldn't be able to properly recover those wounds on his own.

So when you brought the topic to them, you didn't expect a small hand be raised in such a excited way- M.Red was so proud of his work despite the fact he doesn't know anything about treating a wounded space animal, and honestly he didn't care- He saw it all as a fun game, in his eyes finding the dog in such a small and convenient finding place was nothing but a fun game, he not only found a good hiding spot to play hide and seek with Black, but also the dog, which he only saw as a toy.

To put it promptly, Buddy was waiting to die by the hands of the gremlin child, yet he was delightfully surprised to see the child so excited about helping him get his wounds treated, despite the fact they did it for their own twisted little amusement. At least the kid liked him more than his parents did.

Both of his parents were hesitant in letting you know that their kid had found the dog before you did, since it could be considered kinda weird for their kid to be able to find your dog in a isolated tiny spot of the spaceship that was completely off the cameras view and only accessible by the ventilation system- They lied about their child randomly founding the dog walking around instead of actually founding the filthy thing's hiding place.

No one can go in the vents unless they were small or a shapeshifting monster, and their child just happened to be both at the same time-

Either way, after finally being reunited with your dog, everyone expected things to go back to normal, even Buddy seemed tired of this nonsense, yet things never did go back to the way they were.

It was interesting how much of an impact you had on your crew. People didn't give you that much attention, yet whenever you changed your behavior it seemed to take over the entire mood of the ship. You may be thinking I'm exaggerating, yet it's not hard to believe it, is it?

After all, think about it, your dog just came back hurt from something that has done a great deal of damage to him. Something or someone made him hide away from everyone else so he could catch a break.

Buddy was a brave boy yet he was careful enough to see when a fight wasn't worth fighting. Buddy ran away and managed to hide for so long, he must have seen something or someone that was capable of scaring him from even coming back unprepared.

You mentioned that at your meeting and everyone seemed shocked at your claims, and even more surprised by how you sounded so… Angry. You sounded like someone that was calm now, yet was holding enough anger to fight anyone if not everyone in the cafeteria if they gave you the smallest hints of being the one that has hurted your doggie.

Even though he was kinda weirded out by your demeanor, the poor thing thought that he had caused you so much pain that him coming back wasn't the best thing he should have done. You were the same person as when he ran away, yet you sounded so mad…

And you rightfully were. You have been beating yourself up and feeling depressed thinking your sweet boy has died and when he comes back he is wounded to the point of not being able to walk properly. You have every right to want to beat the shit of whoever did this, even if they weren't human to begin with.

You felt like you had every right to judge every single person sitting in front of you, anyone in this room could have hurted Buddy and you knew it. The arguing was so strong that you had to be calmed down by Red, Black and Buddy at the same time.

One person in particular seemed to be pointing you out as "obviously the killer" that has orchestrated this whole charade as a way to throw everyone off, you almost did slap a bitch that day-

Others seem to understand your condition. You literally just lost your dog and he came back all bloodied and wounded. You were hurt and pissed at whoever the culprit was, even if you weren't sure of who it was.

And there was a strong intuition indicating that maybe the culprit that hurted your dog, was also the monster going around killing your crewmates. But sadly, Buddy has also changed after the incident.

Buddy didn't seem to recognize who.was the culprit, and if he could have blamed Red and Black, he knew that it was neither of them that had attacked him. Someone else has taken him by surprise, and was smart enough to cover their scent and human disguise, so he wouldn't recognize them if he managed to get away. Which he is glad he did, yet he is afraid he won't be of any help this time around.

He could blame Red and Black, since clearly they were going around killing everyone, but he somehow knew that they weren't involved with his case. He felt like it would be unfair to put the blame on them for his case in particular, they should still be thrown off of the spaceship but not for him.

But for all the different people they killed along the way.

And also… Maybe he did feel pity for the child, maybe he just felt like he was in debt with the kid for helping him out- Maybe if the circumstances were different he could have been friends with the little rascal (if the child had also decent parents and a therapist-).

You seemed to have noticed how Buddy hasn't openly barked at anyone, how he hasn't pointed anyone out yet, which was a little disheartening since it meant that this would be a lot harder than expected, yet you hadn't given up yet, you were determined to make justice for your dog, for everyone that had died.

Some of your crew were with you, some weren't, yet you didn't care at all- You would make sure to take care of your boy with more love and affection, you won't let this happen to him ever again.

And while you had found some sort of hope from this situation, Red and Black were concerned if not freaked out at the idea that someone else had started a hunting spree, and apparently with you and your dog as their target.

Red had asked their son if he was the one to hurt the canine, yet he said that he found him like that, hurt and bleeding. Black was feeling anxious as he couldn't smell the scent of someone of his kind hiding in between them, I'd they were also disguising themselves, it meant that they were being extra careful by flooding themselves with extra scents to blend in with everyone else.

This was way more than concerning, it meant they were in danger, you were in danger! And the culprit was being one step ahead from everyone else, since they have probably already found out about Black being an alien that has also invaded the ship, and that Red and M.Red were involved with the killings.

There were apparently three imposters among your crewmates.

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Okay sorry Cold, but now I noticed that although I tried to compile your both asks into one, it feels like I may have not done the best ;-; I'm sorry. I could totally redo it and make the Reader sick and all- If you wish boo

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Late Nights (Steve Rogers x Reader)

For @hollandroos writing challenge,prompt #23! This is the first writing challenge I’ve ever done so i hope you guys like this! It’s super angsty and a little bit of fluff! 

word count: 1176

warnings : lots of Angst and boxer!Steve, i guess? 

Your POV 

Steve liked to stay out late. He never really explained to you at the beginning of your relationship you never really minded because outside of that strange behavior Steve was combated with his amazingly sweet behavior. But lately, he's been "busier". This behavior started when you moved into the apartment that you and Steve shared. You couldn't help but blame yourself for his behavior. "What did i do wrong?" I cook in the morning, I clean, I cook dinner which gets cold but in my defense that's not my fault that Steve gets home late. Steve would come home with subtle blood stains on his shirt, you knew he was an avenger but with everything that happened he vowed to never put on the Captain America suit. And during this whole ordeal, you promised to stay by his side, and he seemed grateful enough to ask you to live with him. You helped with the night terrors and the PTSD that remained from the situation that involved Thanos. You thought he was getting better, well you hoped he was getting better almost like you didn't want to believe that he could get worse. "America's golden boy" deserved only happiness and calm days but you began to notice him losing his trust in you.

“Good Morning, Steve." you said sweetly hoping this morning wouldn't end in a fight like the others did. You heard him mumble a good morning and walk in the shower. You followed him into the shower wanting things to be like they used to, the loving Steve that would shower with you in the morning and tell you he loved you. " (Y/N), what are you doing I need to shower." you tried not to shiver at his cold tone. "Let's shower together, save water?" you cringed at how pathetic you sounded. "(Y/N), you have all day to shower, you're off today aren't you?" Damn he saw your schedule on the fridge you were kinda shocked he even cared but apparently, it came in handy on his side of this argument. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying, god you were pitiful. You turned your back to Steve walking out of the bathroom "yes you're right" your broken voice said. Steve reached out to grab your arm but you shook him off of you not wanting him to see you cry. 

Steve 

When I saw you bite your lip and turn your back I knew what I said was hurting you, but I couldn't stop. It was my way of keeping you safe, I was a boxer. Not a professional boxer but an underground "no rules" boxer. Being a super soldier was a great advantage for me so I wouldn't have to break any bones, but I still bled, I cleaned up as much as I could before coming home to you. I knew you hated anything that involved me getting hurt, but when I was an avenger it was easier because I was protecting the world. But freehand fighting with no gain other than getting out my frustrations would break your heart. But not telling you where I was going was breaking your heart more.

I could hear your sniffles from the bathroom, I stepped out and you tried running to the kitchen, "I-I'm sorry S-Steve I"ll go make breakfast right now sweetie." This is what I had done I made my own girlfriend: the person who took care of me when I was abandoned by Tony, when the only person I had left vanished off the planet, I made the love of my life fear me. 

 "(Y/N) please look at me." slowly the woman of my dreams turned to face me. I saw more damage in her face than I ever saw when I fought other competitors. Her eyes lost the light that I had come to love, her skin lost its natural vibrancy, her hair fell flat across her face that I had only seen it neatly brushed or in some updo to impress Steve. "Yes?" Her broken voice said i could tell she was awaiting me to yell as most of our conversations had been going lately which was my fault. I grabbed her face so she would at least look at me and she flinched. I swear I've never hated myself more in that exact moment for making the woman i wanted to spend my whole life with even think that i would hurt her.  "(Y/N), my love, my life, my rock i want you to know i love you more than anything." This made (Y/N) cry more which made Steve’s heart drop. "Baby, baby what's happening?" “You’re hiding something and I don’t know what it is but I’m sick of the lies.” I knew you weren’t stupid of course all those nights you spent waiting up for me and when you heard my keys you would run to bed and pretend to be sleeping. Or maybe confront me on what was happening and another fight broke out because my adrenaline was pumping from the fight. I sighed knowing I could no longer hide this from you but wishing I could. “(Y/N), I box illegally. I’m an underground boxer Her face fell, “You fight illegally?”   “Yes,” I said feeling glum admitting the fact I was a boxer to you hurt more than admitting it to himself everytime I looked in the mirror and saw blood. “Why are you doing that to yourself, love?” (Y/N) said. She grabbed my hand after we had moved to the bed in our room. “Ever since what happened to the world Thanos, I’ve felt alone and like my emotions became a mental prison. I felt like the horrible things I kept picturing wouldn’t leave my mind and i didn’t want to plague your mind with those same fears. So I chose not to tell you, which was my worst decision ever, you are my rock, you are my safe haven. After I started fighting and started not telling you I could see how much it was affecting the both of us.”  By this time I was crying, I had been keeping things for months from the one person i always vented things too. “Steve, I wish you would have told me sooner.” (Y/N) said understandingly. “I didn’t want you to think that your ‘Strong Soldier’ to be your broken soldier.” (Y/N) looked at me taken back. “Steve you can have a few a problems and still be my strong soldier. You don’t have to be perfect all the time. I will love you no matter what. I don’t see you as the perfect captain America i see you as Steve Rogers, you never have to be any more or any less than just Steve.” I couldn’t help but attack the love of my life with kisses everywhere. “Thank you, I couldn’t thank you enough.” “Just keep kissing me and we’ll be on the right track.” 

tags: @m-a-t-91  @marvelellie

[sonofadeanwinchester]

The Best Friend (5)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Three Point Five | Part Four 

Summary : An unexpected guest arrives and everything is out into the open.

Words: 1639

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing ; mentions of cheating

A/N: OKAY this went a different direction, WOAH.

Tags: @221bshrlocked @thunderous-flower @darthseph @oursaviourpique @lowkeysebby @a-court-of-stydia @pawallday @vacam79 @belrodriguues @fucmeupfandoms @cocosierra94 @lilypalmer1987 @keyboardcliques

(gif isn’t mine)

I pulled away from his hold and felt tears filling my eyes. "I don't know how long I can wait for you to decide, Sebastian."

He shrugged, "what do you expect, (Y/N)? I just came out of a six year long relationship. I'm obviously not ready to jump into another one."

I shrugged, "I-I don't expect you jump right into a relationship with me."

He ran a hand through his hair. "What do you want then?"

I furrowed my brow, chewing my lip. "I just want you."

He smirked, "Sweetheart, you have me."

I shook my head. "Physically yes, you're here but emotionally-" I trailed off into a whisper.

"What do you mean not emotionally? You're my best friend. You are the only person that I care about. When life is going to shit and I need someone to vent to, who do I call?" I rolled my eyes and he smiled. "That's right, love, you. You can't say I'm not here emotionally."

I sighed, a tear escaping. "I-."

He pulled me into his grasp again, kissing my hair. "I love you more than you know, but you've got to give me time, doll."

I nodded, "okay."

After Sebastian left the next morning for the gym, I chilled on the couch and tried reading a novel I've been putting off forever. "Fucking book, why can't I read you?" I slammed the cover shut after reading the same page three times. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! I made a face thinking who the hell could be here at this time of the morning. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Dammit, I'm coming."

I jogged over to the door not bothering to check the peep hole. Swinging the door open with a exasperated sigh, the sight before me was not what I was expecting. She stood before me with long brown hair, plump pink lips curved into a smile. "Hey, (Y/N)."

My mind was running wild, why was she here? "Samantha?"

She smiled again, running a hand over her white blouse. "Long time eh?" I nodded, confusion altering my features. "What are you doing here?"

She chewed her perfectly shaped red lip and sighed. "I'm looking for Sebastian."

If I had water in my mouth, now would be the time to spit it out! "Sebastian?" I cleared my throat. Did he not tell her he was staying here? Does he want her to know he's here?

She nodded, smiling to show her brilliant white teeth. "Uh, yeah. I'm sure you've probably seen him around."

I shrugged, "not for a while." I yelled at myself mentally for lying to her face. It's not lying, not really. It's been like three hours since you've seen him. "Why do you ask?"

She made a pained expression, "we broke up."

I felt my jaw go slack, playing the roll of 'it's the first time I've heard of it'. "Really?"

She nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Yeah." She wiped the water away and laughed shyly. "Sorry, it's still really fresh. Uh, so he's not here?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She rocked on her heels and played her fingers. "You think maybe I could come in? I could really use someone to talk to."

I swallowed loud, God I hope he isn't home in the next half hour. "Sure."

She sat on the couch while I grabbed her a glass of water. "I'm sorry about Sebastian, Sam."

She smiled weakly. "Thanks. It was a long time coming, I think. You know with his traveling all the time."

I nodded, "must've gotten hard."

She blew out a breath, "understatement of the century." I nodded not sure what to say. "Have you spoken to him?"

Fuck me. "Sebastian?"

She nodded, "mhmm."

Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me. "You know in pass-."

The door swung open and Sebastian flung his gym bag down on the ground. "Phew, man, Don had us working so hard today. Damn bastard laughed and recorded us the whole time. (Y/N), you home? I wanna go get sushhh-." He stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the living room. "Samantha?"

She stood, fixing her skirt, nodding. "Hi Sebastian."

His face drained of blood and he stammered over his words. "W-what are you d-doing here?"

She took a step forward but he crossed his arms trying to keep his composure. "I came to see you."

He scoffed, "not interested."

She crinkled her brow, "Sebastian I think we need to talk."

He shook his head. "There's nothing to talk about."

She sighed, "(Y/N), could you excuse us for a moment?"

In my own fucking apartment? I think not, bitch. "Uh, yeah, sure."

Sebastian shook his head and came to my side. "No, she stays."

My eyes grew wide, "uh, no. Really I'm okay to go somewhe-."

"Stay." His blue eyes watched my face. "Please."

I nodded, the expression in his eyes worried me. "Okay."

Samantha sighed, "seriously? Sebastian I just want to have a civilized conversation with you like two adults and you want to bring her into it?"

What the fuck was that suppose to mean? "I'm sorry?" My face contorted into anger.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh don't be so dramatic, my dear. I just don't think this really concerns you."

Bitch better be kidding. Sebastian spoke in a snarl. "This concerns her because she's my best friend."

Samantha chuckled, "you know she's in love with you, right?"

His movement froze and he licked his lip, cocking a brow. "We've discussed it."

Samantha clapped her perfect manicured hands together and laughed. "Oh my god, priceless."

I chuckled, "Wow. I don't know what Sebastian ever saw in you."

Sebastian's eyes grew wide and he shook his head. Samantha cocked a brow. "How so?"

I shrugged, stepping forward. "Like how he didn't see that you're a giant bitch."

Her eyes narrowed and she sneered. "You wanna be careful, Sweetie."

I scoffed, "now, you listen, Sweetie. You come into my house and insult me and flaunt around here like you're fucking Queen Elizabeth, no, you wanna be careful." I smiled. "Bitch."

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Sebastian, come on  darling. We should really be talking alone."

He laced his fingers with mine behind my back and pulled me into him. "Samantha, I said no."

She stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, well, well."

I ran my thumb over his skin. I could feel the sweat forming in his palm. He's scared of her. "What?" As nervous as he was, he was keeping his voice stern and steady.

"I guess the love isn't one sided." She snickered. 

I made a face, "come again?"

She lowered her eyes to me, "what? You're stupid and deaf?"

Sebastian released my hand, sprung to the couch, grabbing her stuff. "You need to leave."

She cocked her brow again, grinning. "Why? Because I told her your deepest, darkest secret?" She turned to me. "Did you know that he's been in love with you for the past six years? He thought you couldn't love him that's why he started dating me."

Sebastian gritted his teeth. "Samantha, you need to leave, now."

She shrugged, "okay, I'll leave. Sebastian, come get your shit out of my apartment."

I laughed, "Sebastian can you get rid of that high class, stuck up, skanky piece of shit out of my apartment?"

She smiled, "I know you're not talking about me."

I waved goodbye as she opened the door. "Well, you're the only slut here."

When she was gone Sebastian sighed. "(Y/N)-"

"Is it true? What she said?" I crossed my arms trying to cover the fact my heart was beating out of my chest.

He chewed his lip, "yeah I know. I really should get my shit out of her apart-."

"Sebastian." My voice was stern.

He swallowed audibly and nodded. "It's true."

I threw my hands up in the air. "Six years? Six fucking years and you never bothered to say anything?"

He laughed, "that's kinda calling the kettle black, isn't it? You've been in love with me for the past six years and never said boo."

I shook my head, "that's different. You were in a happy relationship the whole time. It would've been selfish of me to tell you that."

He creased his brow, "what if we would've gotten married during that time? What if I married that bitch because you didn't have the guts to tell me how you felt?"

I felt tears roll down my cheeks. "I would've been happy for you, Seb! That's what friends do."

He shook his head, fast and then slow. "No. That's not fair."

"I just want you to be happy. Why isn't that fair?"

His hands shook as he ran them down his face. "Because maybe I could've been happier with you. Can't you see I'm eating myself up about this? That I wasted six years of my life with Samantha when I could’ve been with you? We could be married and have a family."

I shook my head, "don't say that."

He stepped closer and I planted my feet. His eyes grew softer. "We could be in love right now."

"I am in love." I whispered underneath my breath but he caught it.

"We could have a house, a kid or two kids." He was closer now then before.

"I couldn't jeopardize your relationship, Seb. I just couldn't." I cleared my throat feeling his hot gaze on me. "You seemed so happy with her."

He scoffed, he was in arms reach now. "I'm an actor."

I gasped, "you acted like you loved her for six years?"

He shook his head, "I think a part of me did love her."

"Sebastian you need to-." Before I was finished my sentence, his lips were pressed hard against mine.

[haljathefangirlcat]

still thinking about that “we Have To Talk about how quips are ruining fandom by destroying meta and turning all fic into shitposts” post @ms-demeanor wrote a great rebuttal to, and about the other posts she wrote about it and about the You’re Doing Fandom Wrong attitude in it, and about the notes on those posts. not gonna reblog or reply to any of those because my thoughts are admittedly kind of random and jumping from place to place and probably OT to the point of the discussion, but you know. still thinking.

so, uh. not trying to start wank or anything but enjoy the ranting that got way out of hand under the cut.

so, like... that one “we can’t just block everyone who quips and shitposts because some of these people also write actual meta but then they unfortunately go back to Not Engaging With Canon by writing quippy shitpost-y stuff” line, or however it was actually phrased? besides the blatant entitlement with the “you have to fandom ONLY in ways I like, I can’t just engage with the part of the content you create that I’m interested in and scroll past the rest” thing (which kinda reminds me of the whole “you can’t CNTW on some of your fics, I should be able to read ALL of your fics” thing, in a way) and the ”I refuse to curate my fandom experience and I’ll make it some stranger’s problem” thing (which... reminds me of a few other things, but tbf it has probably been around since the very first days of fandom), what if someone doesn’t even see meta and quips/shitposts as fundamentally different and mutually exclusive approaches to fandom? what if they see them as just two ways to be interested in a specific fandom and interact with it, and maybe even closely linked together, so going from one to another is actually very, very easy for them? hell, what if they (gasp!) even mix quips and meta together sometimes?

I have a few posts about what I think Baran bo Odar and Jantje Friese might have been doing with mythological references and themes in Dark, and about what I got from the series finale. some are meme-like, phrased in a joking tone, probably even shitpost-y? another one is literally just a gifset plus me having intense Feels in the tags, and the last one is an edit of the kind I’ve seen people complain about as “those cringey unoriginal tumblr aesthetics that all look the same” in at least a couple of occasions. does that automatically mean I only wanted to “win” at fandom (with my hard-earned prize being... a handful of notes in a fandom that’s not even that big compared to others) and that I haven’t actually spent probably way too much time thinking about the significance of Martha’s Ariadne play as a commentary on character interactions/plot/narrative themes (and honestly still do from time to time), or that I don’t occasionally read the captions under other people’s gifsets and suddenly feel very much enlightened about why the Ariadne play mentions the myth of the Flood of all things? that I didn’t start reading posts and comments and reviews and theories about the series finale as soon as I finished watching it? that, just because I didn’t write 10K+ words of Perfectly Serious Seriousness about all that stuff, I simply refused to Engage With The Text? 

... and if I said that I feel a little irrationally self-conscious at the idea of writing down all of my (often rambling, sometimes jumbled) thoughts about a series that to me actually does feel very deep and complex, so adding memes and humor to that or finding different means to put my ideas out there makes me feel more comfortable expressing myself while also taking off the (admittedly made-up) pressure of having to write a whole coherent essay where I have to find a clear and explicit way to explain where every single thought comes from and how it leads to the next like I’m gonna get graded on it? or that a lot of those thoughts stem from memories of spending five years of high school translating and analysing ancient Greek poetry and reading and watching and discussing every available interpretation and reinterpretation of it from Nietzsche to Vernant to Dürrenmatt to Christa Wolf to Pasolini to a lot of others and from certain things in Dark violently hurtling me back to those times without even asking for permission, so a part of my self-consciousness is actually “I probably don’t actually know/remember enough about this to base a whole in-depth analysis on it even though I do think there’s something there” and another part is “shit I’m too lazy to dig through all of my old textbooks and homework and additional readings to hunt for the thing I feel the desperate need to reference or figure out who might have said it, so no extended explanation here either”? I guess in the end it would all boil down to “there’s an amount of effort and physical and mental energy I’m willing to put into fandom but I also have limits to stop something that makes me feel happy from becoming a chore”, which. considering the whole “you have to put all your resources into constantly pouring out 100% serious meta and nothing else because that’s what I like, no deviations allowed” thing? yeah, I can see saying stuff like that would still make me a blight upon fandom. and/or Not Engaging.

which, I realize, it’s a thing I keep coming back to. but that’s because I really, really, really hate it? seriously, what even counts as Engaging With The Text correctly? not shitposts, and not quips either, apparently. Regardless of the fact that humor and crack have existed in fandom since forever and that it’s actually not uncommon AT ALL for them to be born out of looking at canon from different angles, pointing out whatever the fan in question finds surreal/strange/implausible/convoluted/awkward/just kinda funny about it. 

also, not canon divergence/what if fics motivated not by a desire to “fix” something that made us feel bad when it happened in canon but by a desire to actually fix what we felt was objectively a poor writing choice from the author, because we shouldn’t Engage by analysing the text to criticize it or to think over how and why certain aspects of it don’t work for us or how we think the structure of the text itself could be modified or even improved, we should Engage by... writing meta and/or writing canon-compliant fics with perhaps a little allowance for slightly-to-the-left-of-canon-compliant missing moments fics, I guess? 

from what I’ve gathered from reading other fandom discussion some time ago, AUs are also out, especially Modern/No Powers AUs, because those are always just an excuse to slap your fave’s name on your OC/disguise your original fiction as fanfic to get comments/ignore all that’s interesting about canon to write yet another dumb syrupy high school or coffee shop AU, even if I’m honestly not sure what kind of AUs people are even reading to never get to the “there’s no supernatural threat so let’s focus entirely on the fucked-up family dynamics and blatant mental issues in a world where you can’t just ignore them by marrying off your daughter or sending your son to be someone’s squire” AUs or the “this is pretty much what happens in canon but adding new dimensions and different outlooks on the themes by moving everything to a new context” AUs. seriously, I could rec you a pretty great “this guy would be a horrible father and treat his children horribly in any world, it’s not just the feudal society around him, it’s him as a person” AU and that’s literally just the first thing that came to my mind. but, hey, maybe Engaging is only engaging with the canon plot and setting and nothing else, what do I know.

... fuck, thinking about it, I’m not even sure if by “not shitpost and not quips” I should even mean humor/crack? because it’s not like the OP was clear about it in any way? maybe it’s just all that’s weird and tropey and not-canon-compliant? I can see the “everybody gathers in the main character’s stuff to smoke weed and weird shit happens” fic I got a chuckle out of some time ago being one of the dreaded tumblr-born shitpost fics that are supposedly ruining fandom by ensuring that fans stop thinking (?), but what about the “everything is the same but this one character is a catboy, not for any particular reason but just because” fic I’m currently following and loving? people have been joking and shitposting about catboys a lot on tumblr lately (I distinctly remember that the last catboy joke to pop up on my dash was the “I’m your catboy gf and I’m stuck in a wall” one...) and finding an always-a-catboy!AU initially got an amused smile out of me, so is the mere premise enough to make the fic just a joke/just taking a trope and running off with it/just part of a shallow trend? even when the author literally goes “oh shit just realized this is all a metaphor for neuodivergence and masking” in the story notes? unless writing a character who’s never explicitly stated to be neurodivergent in canon as a being literally or metaphorically neurodivergent in your fic is always shallow projecting or posturing issuefic... instead of, y’know, looking closely at the text and Engaging with it by interpreting it that way....

I feel all this ranting/venting might end up plunging into Why We Slash discussion territory now, so I better stop here.

anyway, in short, good to know I’ve been in fandom for years yet I’ve always been just a Fake Fan who Can’t Think and is constantly Doing It Wrong (by Not Being Transformative Enough, possibly). gonna do my best to stay exactly like that in the future <3