#some sleep paralysis shit?? happened to me the other morning and it fucked me up so bad i dont want to repeat it🥹

[cyrusclouds]

dsaf headcanons!!,!

i know literally nobody asked and no one cares, but i'm going to be putting my dayshift at freddy's headcanons here for the soul. this'll definitely get edited fairly frequently sooo!! anywayz here we go :3 (angst warning for some of these??)

jack has frequent sleep paralysis!! the kicker to this is that he THINKS he has a sleep paralysis demon, but really, dave just breaks into his house through his bedroom window every night and stares at him while he's asleep. he refuses to break character whenever he wakes up because "maybe he won't see me" (he definitely sees you, dave)

while henry was alive, dave picked up the habit of shutting up and shutting down whenever henry got too annoyed. problem with that is that jack playfully presents as annoyed all the time to mess around, and dave takes it very seriously, so they get into a bad cycle of jack acting annoyed and dave shutting down for no reason *constantly* (dysfunctional doomed yaoi core!!!)

henry is a tea drinker, not a coffee drinker. he specifically drinks black tea without any add-ins (basically the same as drinking straight black coffee for my coffee drinkers out there) (also dave eats the fucking tea leaves when henry is done with the bags)

harry still gets war flashbacks fairly frequently and is set off decently easily. when this does happen, rebecca is literally always there to comfort him and stays with him until he's calm again (straight couple goals)

whenever henry was seeping into jack's mind (legacy jack core), dave could very distinctly tell. one of the worst instances of this would have been a time where jack slipped up and called dave 'william', which would have caused a very quick panic that confused the *shit* out of jack (homeboy does not know what he did)

!!!NOT MY HEADCANON!!!! belongs to orcatstra :]!!! but dave and jack totally got drunk as shit in vegas one time and got married. no if's and's or but's, it happened, canon, i was the fly on directdogman's wall when he made dsaf.

jack reminds dave a lot of henry (unfortunately), which has caused dave to be very easily set off by things that henry used to do or say to him if jack does or says something similar. jack has no idea why every single time it happens, but he always comforts him until he calms down anyways :)

henry has a habit of spinning things like pens and pencils in his fingers while he writes, but sometimes this expands to wrenches and actual tools while he's working on his creations. yes i think henry is strong as a bitch, how else is he carrying those literal hunks of metal

I THINK HENRY PROBABLY HAS OTHER LOST TAPES OUT THERE RAAHHHH they're just probably less lore important LMFAO

henry would be the type to hate basically every animal, but he would (begrudgingly) feed stray cats from time to time if nobody was around (god forbid he ever look weak in front of people)

henry had a god awful sleep schedule. he would stay up until around 2-3am every morning at the least working on his creations, sometimes taking it as far as full days if he was focused enough. it was very concerning to dave (who does not sleep), and he would loom outside of his office a lot listening in case he fell asleep. it wasn't terribly common, but sometimes he would, in which case dave would break in and move him to the little chair he had in there

henry was definitely the kind of guy to straight up call people an idiot or dumbass, and then go on a long ramble about exactly what they were wrong about and how wrong they were. expanding on this headcanon, i think henry would have been a major rambler about things he was passionate about, especially towards dave (since that's like the only person he was around in his later life)

henry was never the kind to take breaks. no matter what, he always kept working. but, he did allow himself one once because his physical health was severely deteriorating, and he spent most of the day reading anyways LMFAO, just in a more comfortable environment. he would have loved reading, dead convinced.

[little-peril-stories]

The Prince of Thieves: As Good as Gold, and Better: Part III

Contains: sleep paralysis, angst, awkward almostflirting

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Word count: 4900 || Approx reading time: 20 mins

Best read after Part I and Part II. An object mentioned in here also features in Box in Your Heart, but it's not required reading. This is the last part. Happy holidays! 💕✨

As Good as Gold, and Better: Part III

Teaser: It was a stupid idea to stay up late, because sleep is good for you or whatever, but more than that, I know what to expect when I’m that tired. Too tired.

Will

I can be a real dumbass, as everyone likes to remind me, and sometimes I jump headfirst into shit because I’m not thinking. Other times, though, I know I’m setting myself up for pain, and I do it anyway.

That’s what happened last night. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to stay up all night to finish carving and add all the last touches to make it perfect, but I kind of didn’t realize just how little time I had to do that, and suddenly it was Christmas Eve and it wasn’t done and I had to get it done, and so I did it, and then it was well past midnight and light was almost ready to creep across the sky and I was only just falling into bed.

It was a stupid idea to stay up late, because sleep is good for you or whatever, but more than that, I know what to expect when I’m that tired. Too tired.

And it did happen. I half-fell asleep and that feeling slithered over my entire body, the one where I can’t move and some invisible weight sits on my chest and that awful goddamn rushing noise screams in my ears. The first time, months ago, when we were still at Colette’s place, I had no fucking clue what was going on. I thought I was dying. I tried to move my arms or yell for Jamie or do fucking anything, and I just couldn’t.

The only thing I could do was be there and lie still because I had no choice, while the air screeched past my head, rushing and whooshing, and sometimes, if I was real tired and it was real bad, I’d hear his voice. Your name, boy. Tell me your name.

Things are never perfect—don’t we know it—but they’re better now. And last night when my arms and legs froze, and that pressure built up in my chest, and I wanted to yell and scream, I remembered. I knew I couldn’t. And I knew none of it—the voice, the rushing wind, the invisible hand trying to squeeze the breath right out of me—was real.

I tried to remember to breathe, and it was hard.

And I focussed on one hand, one finger, and I tried to get it to shift just a bit, and it was hard.

And I held on to the thought of tomorrow, which was coming, because I wasn’t dying, and I knew I’d be there to give Bree her Christmas gift, and that…that was easy.

And the noise quieted, and my finger twitched, and I could breathe, and I was fully awake again. And when I fell asleep for real, there were no dreams. For once.

At least the others seem to recognize that waking me up early would be a bad idea, so when I open my eyes, the sun’s been up for hours.

“Merry Christmas,” Jamie says, laughing, when I finally drag myself out of bed. “What time did you finally quit?”

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. Who knows how many bells chimed around the time I finally got to sleep? “It was late.”

Going downstairs is a mistake. It’s a madhouse down there—kids everywhere, all churched out from the morning, shrieking and opening presents and getting food everywhere, and Stella’s looking like she’s going to blow up at any second, and even if I wanted to talk to Bree, there’s no way I can get more than a few words out of her.

“Come on,” Colette says, tugging at my arm. “Let’s go back upstairs. We can finish the book.”

No, thanks.

“I’m gonna go for a walk,” I say, and it probably hurts her feelings a little, but if I can’t even talk to the person I’m down here for, then what’s the point? “Get some fresh air.”

If she is hurt, she hides it, but there is something else on her face. Concern. “Want me to come along?”

“You gonna read to me if you do?” I get a hearty eye-roll in response, and she tries to flick me on the ear. Tries. I jerk out of the way. “Too slow.”

“Next time, watch out,” she threatens, and I have to laugh.

So my need for fresh air and quiet turns into a family walk, which is fine because they’re all caught up in their own stuff anyway—Geoff and Jamie coaxing birds to eat bread crumbs out of their hands, Colette and Allan talking about the book she’s been reading to us like it hasn’t already been written for years and there’s anything remotely interesting to debate or question. It’s a relief to get away from the craziness of the inn, from the heat and closeness of air that feels a bit too much like having that weight on my chest while I try to fall asleep. It hasn’t snowed in a few days, but the ground has stayed blanketed in white, and even though it’s now all pocked with footprints, it’s still nice. Pretty, even. And it’s so much better to be in a place with less noise and no walls.

After he runs out of bread crumbs, Jamie leaves Geoff staring silently at a cardinal and stands beside me. “You all right?”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“I’m just tired,” I say, and a yawn cracks through. He doesn’t know about the sleeping thing, the hearing noises and not being able to move. Doesn’t seem worth it to worry him, now that I’ve kind of figured out how to deal with it.

“Well,” he says, “maybe you should have gone to bed at a reasonable hour?”

“I wasn’t done.”

I keep my eyes on the cloudy sky, like I’m scanning it for signs of snow, but honestly, I just don’t want to look at him while he says, “It’s pretty important to you, huh?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I mean, I guess. Yeah. Sort of. Whatever.”

Somewhere nearby, Colette starts giggling.

“Oh, come on.” Jamie turns to her, sounding pretty exasperated, but I don’t know what his problem is. “Can you just lay off?”

For whatever reason, he’s launching into older-brother defensiveness, but he doesn’t need to worry about me. I’ve got this.

“Honestly, Alpha, you’re such a—”

Colette cuts off mid-sentence, interrupted by a shrill squeal when she has to duck out of the way of the snowball I send flying toward her head.

“Too slow!” she yelps, hurling my own taunt back at me, and then we all hold perfectly still for a moment, staring at each other, deciding what to do.

Well, they might be deciding what to do. I’m making my plan of attack.

Colette catches my eye, and I know I’ve got at least one worthy opponent in this annoying, sorry bunch.

“You’re all mad!” Allan wails, leaping out of the way when Colette dives down to make her own snowball, Geoff does the same, and Jamie darts to my side.

“Pick a team!” Colette orders. “You’re with me and Geoff, or you’re with them, doctor. Make up your mind quick!”

She dodges too slowly this time, and I catch her right on the shoulder, sending an explosion of snow across her coat. She shrieks and throws, and then I’m spitting snow out of my face, icy and sharp but exhilarating.

If I was looking for something to wake me up, this is it.

“Oh, in the face!” she whoops. “That’s gotta be worth at least ten points!”

“Points?” Allan repeats. Looks like he’s picked the wrong side—hers. “How do the points work?”

Smirking, Colette says, “Oh, just pick any number you like and it’ll work out. Will can’t count anyway, so—”

Goddamn, she’s really asking for it now.

Too late to dodge, she turns and I land a hit square in the centre of her back. “How’s that for a ten-pointer?”

“Ha! That’s six, at most.” Slapping a snowball into Allan’s hands, she demands, “Are you going to help me kick his ass, or what?” She scoops up more snow, taking aim at me. “Ready for defeat?”

“In your dreams,” I say, lifting my arm, too, and we both let loose our weapons at the same time.

Maybe it’s silly.

Maybe we are, as Allan says indignantly when we’re walking back dripping in sweat and melted snow, too old to be acting like violent hooligans. (I leave it to Colette to cheerily remind him that we’ve been violent hooligans from the moment he met us.)

“Oh, please,” she says haughtily when he tries to argue. (Dumbass move on his part. Hasn’t he learned yet?) “Weren’t you listening last night? ‘It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas.’”

Whatever the hell she’s talking about, it shuts him up.

Maybe I should’ve put my coat back on and tried to fix my sweat-damp hair before barging into Stella’s inn and getting snow all over the floor when it falls off my clothes and boots.

“You’ll be cleaning that up yourself,” says Stella sharply, and she doesn’t back down even when I give her my best attempt at a rueful grin.

Maybe it makes me smile, even chuckle, when Bree’s eyes widen and her cheeks turn kind of pink when I walk through the door.

“What on earth—” she starts, but from somewhere upstairs, Celeste calls for “Lucy,” and Bree shakes her head, tosses me a cloth to wipe our wet footprints so Stella doesn’t kill me, and then vanishes, laughing.

Maybe it’s okay to have a little fun, because fuck it. It’s Christmas.

***

“You’re looking more civilized.” At first, Bree’s leaning against the wall by the Christmas tree with her eyes closed, but at the sound of me walking toward her, her eyes flutter open. God, she looks so damn tired. I wonder what time she woke up this morning. Whenever it was, she’s still not too tired to make a gentle, light-hearted jab. “Less like a rat who got stuck in a snowbank.”

“Uh, rude?” I settle down next to her. She looks, yet again, like she’s been run absolutely ragged, which I guess is true. But I kind of like the way her hair’s all mussed again, especially now that she’s tugged it out of its braid so it’s all wavy around her face. She’s using her fingers to comb it, which I’ve seen her do before, but so often it’s been this fast, nervous sort of motion she does when she’s worried. Today it’s calm, close to sleepy. That, and that she’s let it down at all even though we’re in the common area and Stella would probably not appreciate such—what’s the word? It’s in my head somewhere, starts with I—impropriety, makes me smile. It’s nice to see her relaxed. Not scared, not worried, not harried. At ease. And—do I dare say it?—happy.

She smiles at the fake touchiness. “What can I say? That’s what you looked like. What were you even doing out there?”

I stare at her in shock. Is she for real? “What do you think we were all doing?”

“Rolling around in the snow, I can only assume.”

No—she can’t be serious. “Haven’t you ever been in a snowball fight before?”

The fact that she even has to think about it—lifting her gaze a little, pursing her lips, tilting her head as she tries to remember if she’s ever thrown a goddamn snowball before—tells me her answer. “Holy shit. You never have, have you?”

“I was never allowed to play outside like that!” she says defensively. “My father wouldn’t have ever let me play rough with the other kids.”

I don’t like thinking about her nasty dad and all the ways he fucked her up. “You’ve seen one, though, right? A snowball fight?”

“I mean, I suppose so.” She shrugs. “Am I really missing much?”

“Well,” I say, scratching my chin, “knowing that a chunk of ice might accidentally take your eye out if a snowball hits you in the face does kind of make you feel alive. So that’s something you’re missing out on.”

It’s dim in here now that most folks have gone to bed; the fire’s dying and the room is quiet, so there’s not much noise to drown out her laugh. It’s a bit like the sound of bells, which I guess is appropriate for Christmas Day, even if it is almost over. “Well. You’ve certainly made it sound appealing.” She shakes her head. “So, are you going to tell me why I’m not allowed to go upstairs to bed yet?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh, come on. You can’t figure it out?”

She blinks at me, getting all pink again like she did earlier. She opens her mouth, closes it again, twists her hair back into a knot behind her head, then says quickly, “No. I don’t know. Why?”

“I gotta give you your Christmas present.” The second I say it, I want to die a little. Why does it suddenly sound so childish? Allan kept saying that the snowball fight was immature and silly, but compared to this moment, it feels like it was downright dignified.

Colette’s stupid quote echoes in my head. Never better than at Christmas.

The pink flush in her face darkens to a deep shade of red. “Real—really?”

“I’m not a liar,” I say, which is maybe the wrong thing to say because, for a moment, my throat tightens, and Bree’s face falls.

But it passes, and she leaps to her feet. “Hold on for just a minute, all right?”

“What?” I gape at her as she runs toward the stairs. “I just said I’m giving you a present! Where are you going?”

“Just hold on,” she repeats, and then she’s gone, leaving me alone in the dying light of the common room to just wait for her to come back.

Shit, shit, shit. Maybe this was a damn stupid idea, and maybe she’s not coming back, and maybe it’s weird that I want to give her a Christmas gift at all, and maybe—

Maybe that’s the sound of rapid footsteps pattering down the stairs.

“Sorry!” she gasps, out of breath when she returns. Trying to tame her hair was apparently pointless; it’s slipped out of the knot again. “I just—I wasn’t expecting you—well, or anyone, and I—I wasn’t sure if—”

Trying to follow all the sentences she started and didn’t finish is making me dizzy. “Huh?”

“I have something for you, too!” And goddamn, she’s holding something in her hands, wrapped in newspaper and tied with string. It’s so neat and tidy, it must have already been prepared. No way she made it look so damn nice just now. “M—um—” She offers the parcel. “Merry Christmas.”

For a second, I don’t know what to do.

“Take it,” she says uncertainly. “It’s not much. I don’t have a lot of free…” She falters, still red. “I mean, if you don’t—you don’t have to, of course—if you’re not—”

My brain starts working again. “Shit. Sorry. Too many snowballs to the face.”

Biting her lip, she guesses, “Jamie?” That makes me laugh—as if—so she tries again, “Geoff?”

“Colette,” I admit, a little sheepishly. “She can be vicious when she wants to be.”

“Oh, I remember.”

This time, the silence only lasts for a moment or two before we both have to laugh. Of course she remembers. The first time we met, Colette threatened her with a knife.

“Please take it,” she says. Still holding out her gift. “Just—it’s really not much, so…”

I reach behind me for my own neatly wrapped parcel. I can’t take any credit for how nice it looks, though. I made Colette wrap it up all pretty, the least she could do after pummelling me outside—which would never have happened if I’d had a proper night's sleep, by the way—so what could have been a lumpy, wrinkled disaster is instead sharply creased and drawn on with cute little illustrations, stars and trees and such. “Okay. Thank you.” It’s then I realize she’s still standing. “Sit down! You were running around all day.”

She sits, brushing the wayward hair that keeps falling forward behind her ear. “You open yours first.”

I almost argue, but something earnest and insistent in her eyes stops me. Silently, I pick at the string until it comes undone, pretending I can’t see the way she’s smiling and bouncing her leg up and down out of the corner of my eye, and finally, I unwrap the gift inside.

“I just noticed you always steal Jamie’s,” she says quickly, before I’ve even really processed what I’m looking at. “That’s why—I mean, you seem to like it, and the colour is so nice on y—I mean, it’s a really nice colour. So I thought you should have your own.”

A green scarf, just like Jamie’s.

No, better.

“Damn!” I say, holding it up. She bursts into a laugh at that. “Seriously? You made this?”

“Well, yes,” she says. “I—it’s not that impressive, it’s just knitting, but—”

“The hell do you mean? I can’t knit.” Not that Colette hasn’t tried to teach me. Well, offered. Never really got far enough to do much teaching. “It’s great.”

Her smile widens, but she still bites her lip and asks, “Do you actually like it?”

I loop it around my neck, fingering the straight lines of the ends and the grey fringe dangling there. “Of course I do.” It’s soft, not scratchy. I wonder if the wool was expensive. I sure as hell hope not. “Jamie’ll be happy, too.”

“As long as you like it.” She pauses then, looking me over. “It—it looks nice.” Maybe it’s just the light, but I think her face is turning red. “Does it feel okay? Is it too long?”

“Bree…” She pauses, playing with her hair again, when I interrupt. “It’s perfect.” Now my face is getting hot, too. “Wanna open yours?”

Holding out my hand, box perched on my palm, feels like stretching across an ocean, and I’m not sure why. But she reaches out, too, and accepts. God, I think I’m sweating; maybe I shouldn’t have put on the scarf. It must be warm in here.

She starts to untie Colette’s pretty little bow, then stops. “What does this say?”

“What does what say?” I ask, frowning.

She squints down at something that is unmistakably written in Colette’s hand. “You didn’t write this?”

“No,” I admit, annoyed to have been busted. “I got Colette to wrap it for me after she kicked my ass in the snowball fight.” She’s fighting back a laugh again, damn it. “What’d she write?”

She purses her lips, trying to make out the words in the dimness, I guess. “‘Christmas time…a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time…when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.’”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Already I’m imagining what I’m going to do to Colette for writing cryptic literary bullshit on my gift.

“I think it’s just a nice Christmas sentiment.” There’s a hitch to her voice. “I suppose it must be from A Christmas Carol?”

I’m sure it is, but the question is why the hell she wrote it there. “Okay, well, whatever. Come on, keep going. See what’s inside.” Colette, or Jamie, too, actually, would be giving me The Look, maybe a smack on the arm, maybe a mutter of, Just be patient, will you? Bree only rolls her eyes and smiles, and soon the paper is crackling open in her hands.

“Oh,” she says softly when she sees. “Will, did you—did you make this?” She gently lifts the wooden bird I busted my ass carving into the light. It doesn’t look so impressive to me, since I’ve spent way too long glaring at it and making it into something fit for human eyes, but she whispers, breathy and almost awed, “You made this?”

Pretending I can’t see a spot where I nicked one of its legs with the blade and left a scar, I say, “Yeah! I’m not entirely useless, you know.”

She fixes me with a long stare. “You’re not useless at all.” She takes her time then, feeling over the grooves that make up the feathers. “It must have taken forever. When did you even have time for this?”

“Some of us are unemployed and only pick up odd jobs delivering Christmas trees for cranky old women,” I say. “So, you know. I had time.” I don’t mean to tell her the next part, but something about leaving it there feels kind of dishonest, and before I know it, I’m spilling out the truth about last night, too. “I mean, I was maybe up all night finishing it ’cause I, uh, kind of ran out of time anyway, but—”

“Oh, is that what you were doing last night?” For a few seconds, she does the staring thing again, then looks away, ducking her chin to inspect the bird even closer. “Why you suddenly disappeared?”

Huh. She was so busy with all those kids, and that tall, blond guy who likes to follow her around, I figured she wouldn’t notice. “Yeah.”

“I thought maybe you…”

“Thought maybe I what?”

“Nothing—I—doesn’t matter. You were making this.” She runs her fingers over the bird again, as if she’s caressing the real, fragile, living and breathing thing. As if the ruts and hollows I carved into feathers are soft and downy to the touch. I must be really tired, because the rhythm of her fingertips running over the bird is almost mesmerizing. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

For some reason, even though I’m hot, a shiver runs up and down my spine. I ignore it. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” she returns quietly. “But—you’ve put me and my scarf to shame.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous.” God, I am sweating. “I told you, it’s perfect. I’ll prove it. It’s fucking hot in here. Let’s go outside for a minute. And you’ll see how nice and warm I am still when we come back in. All thanks to this scarf.”

She shakes her head, laughing. “No! It’s the middle of the night. Too cold.”

“Come on. Just for a minute. Let’s see if it’s snowing.”

And it seems she can’t resist the needling, because she grabs her shawl from the back of her chair and says, “Okay.”

It’s not snowing, which is a shame, because it seems like it should be, these last minutes—hours? Who the hell knows what time it is?—of Christmas Day. But it is a little clear, just enough to see a few stars, anyway.

“I’m not going outside,” she says, already shivering in the doorway. The oddest feeling hits me, this desire to take off the scarf she just gave me and wrap it around her instead. “You’re crazy if you think I am.”

Figuring she’d take offense if I shoved her Christmas gift right back at her, I abandon the bizarre impulse and step out the door backwards, snow squeaking and crunching under my feet, hard-packed from all the traffic the inn has gotten the last few days. “It’s not that bad. See?” I raise my arms, spread wide, as the faintest breeze kicks up around us. It is damn cold, but I’ve committed to this now, so there’s no turning back, I guess. “I’m all nice and cozy and warm in this great scarf I got for Christmas.”

“You’re too much,” she says, but she’s smiling. She tiptoes forward, just a little, and that’s when I notice it.

“Uh…”

When she follows my gaze and sees where I’m looking, she gasps. “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

“Who?” I ask, but it’s a dumb question. I guess it’s kind of nice, though, to be pretty certain I’m not the bastard she’s talking about.

She crosses her arms. “Never mind. I didn’t realize he—I’m sorry, he probably hung it up there when I wasn’t looking, and Stella wasn’t looking, and…”

I tell her, “Not like I care,” and I don’t think until after the words are already out that maybe they’re kind of rude, and also maybe they’re not true.

“It’s just a stupid plant,” she says, shuffling away again, right back into the inn. “He only brought it in to chase girls around. And to annoy me. And Stella. It’s not…”

“You don’t have to run away from me,” I say. She’s still shivering. “I’m not going to jump on you just because some poisonous plant told me to.”

An odd look, one I can’t quite read, crosses her face. “It’s poisonous?”

“Yeah. You didn’t know?” When she shakes her head, I glance up at the white berries dangling over us. “Yup. No good for eating. Just for…you know. Dumb Christmas stuff. And…whatever.”

Without meaning to, I’ve moved back toward the door. Like they’re trying to mess me up even more after I promised Bree her scarf would keep me warm even in the winter’s night, my arms are all covered in goosebumps.

“Here,” I say, holding out my hand. “I got a solution.” But Bree doesn’t move. “Really? Don’t look at me like that. Don’t you trust me?”

She nods, reaching for my hand. “Yeah. I…I do.”

It’s funny, this contact. We fell asleep holding hands once. We clung to one another before we raced away from the prison—well, before she made it out, anyway. I remember her squeezing my hands before she ran off to find Jamie, before I never saw her again till a few weeks ago. But it still feels strange to take her fingers in mine. Stranger still to lift them up like I’m some sort of gentleman, a real fucking joke if I’ve ever heard one. But I give her a grin and, before I can lose my nerve or give up on the bit, and press my lips to her hand.

“There,” I say. Still clinging to her fingers. Good news: she hasn’t started shrieking or batting me away or trying to crush my toes beneath her boots, which, if Colette the gossip is to be believed, is apparently a danger. “Now your only kiss under mistletoe wasn’t from that asshole who’s always chasing you around.”

“Oh,” she says, stuttering a bit. “I—um—th—”

I imagined she might get flustered at the sight of me pretending to be some kind of gallant knight, kissing her hand and all, and in my head it was funny. Now, though, I wonder if I’ve gone and fucked everything up somehow.

Bree laughs.

“Well, I hate to say it, but I actually gave that asshole a kiss on the cheek when he cornered me with this nonsense last night.” She makes a face, directing her disdain over our heads. “Perhaps it’s not quite fair.”

“What’s not?”

Quick as a flash, she steps closer, and I figure it out at the last second, right before her lips brush the side of my cheek. And even though I just saw her shivering from the cold, the touch is hot enough to melt a snowdrift into a puddle.

“There,” she says rapidly, already stepping back. “Now…” She blinks. “Now it’s more…fair.”

My brain is doing the not-working thing again, but I think I hear myself say, “Thank you?”

She bursts into giggles, those pealing bells ringing and echoing right through me. “I’m sorry,” she says, hiding behind her hand. “I really am going to kick Henry’s ass.”

“Don’t,” I say, my cheek still burning, but why am I telling her not to kick his ass, again? “I mean, do. Yeah, go for it. I mean…”

I have to take this scarf off before it strangles me.

“Merry Christmas, Will.” Bree’s still holding the bird. And she’s all pink and flushed and embarrassed, but damn if she doesn’t look happy. “I’m, um—I’m going to bed now.”

“I think I will, too,” I say, all too aware of the mistletoe over my head when I pass the threshold back into the inn and close the door.

“Thank you.” The bird. The gift. That’s what she’s thanking me for. “It’s perfect. The best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Probably a lie, right? I mean, there was a time when her family was rich.

She doesn’t look like she’s lying, though.

“Same here,” I tell her, fingering the end of the scarf. But she shakes her head, so I have to go on, “I mean it.”

“You promise?”

I don’t know why it gets real hard to speak then. It is dark, and the middle of the night, and I didn’t get enough sleep, and then there was the whole snowball fight, and if I’m being honest, I feel a bit loopy after everything, like the world is sort of misty and uncertain, like I’ve had too much to drink and done something stupid but I know that’s not it, not right now. And I don’t know why I really need her to understand that yeah, I’m telling the truth, and maybe it’s not just about the scarf. Maybe it’s a little bit of everything.

“Promise.”

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[ghost-proofbaby]

ALRIGHT I am so glad you said yes cause NO ONE wants to hear the supernatural shit that has happened to me. Some of it scares others and im like ???

The first is more supernatural then ghost. And not scary to me AT ALL. I was driving with a friend late at night. I mean like around midnight? Maybe a lil before. We are on these county backroads in the middle of the woods. It is a clear night, so the moon is high in the sky but illuminates things well. We are just talking and I may or may not be speeding :/ and I see in the distance this one light. I think, oh someone is on a motorcycle, weird time of night but go off. The light was NOT a yellow car headlight, it was similar to an LED white/blue light but was softer and had more blue (which my eyes appreciated cause fuck LED headlights). It was coming towards us pretty quick, and I slowed down as the road was narrow. There was the slightest and I mean SLIGHTEST dip in the road, not even half a millisecond, we go down and come up and it was gone. It had gotten close enough, maybe two cars away, that I thought it was emitting light like a lantern. And it had picked up speed as I slowed down to make sure we didn't run off the road. It. Was. Gone. About a minute later we came out of the woods. I was looking the entire time into these woods, and my friend had gone eerily quiet. I asked if she saw it and she had. We got out of the woods to open fields (corn i think?). There was no equipment except one lone tractor in the distance way on the right. No one around. We thought oh maybe it was further away, but it had gotten really close and had gotten bigger. We came to the end of the road and had to make a left turn because the right had no road and straight ahead was blocked, wooden signs saying things like "do not proceed, if you do at own risk" and "dead end" with someone spray painting under dead. It may not have been anything special, but there was NO ONE on the roads and there was NOTHING around, and my car couldn't have reflected cause my lights aren't blue tinted. Never seen another light like it.

The next one i was at my grandma's. Now. My grandma's family were witches. But like...into dark magic type witches. I am wrong on the terminology I do apologize, my mom forbade us to speak of it so I'm not sure what all happened, but sacrifices were involved. I was in the room I always called the office as that was where the computer had been. There was a bed and thats where I slept this time, and to be quite honest I am not sure why. I typically slept in the blue room, or my mom's old room. For whatever reason though I slept in this room that night. Now, my grandma was HIGHLY catholic. Crucifixes everywhere. Also she had a thing for clowns, but we don't mention that (if you've never woken up to staring at a clown statue its terrifying). So im in the office, dead of night, and I wake up. I felt like I was being watched and I look over and saw a shadow near the closet. I thought it was just sleep paralysis of some kind. I heard a thud and saw the crucifx fall, and I thought oh wait this is real? I went back to sleep cause I truly wasn't sure as I have vivid dreams, but if there WAS something, there was no way I was getting out of the bed (in my child mind, bed = safety). The next morning I was convinced I made it up until my grandma yelled at me for tearing down the crucifix (pls note I was a child and there was no way I could reach it as it was high on the wall). I tell her the story and she huffs and puffs and later tells me its probably her aunt who was a witch who had cursed a few people in the family and made sure to check in on them to make sure they were kind and charitable people? At least thats how child me understood it. Freaked me tf out. I refused to sleep there ever again and slept in the blue room then on. However, when I was a teen I found out that the office was originally my uncle's room. Who had passed away. And grandma talked to him frequently, to which I was told she was grieving and not in her right mind talking to someone who wasn't really there. Grandma who had always promised to look out for him and have a home for him. So who really knows what that was amiright

and finally the one at my childhood home. Creepy basement with like one light (all brick except a random wood door, which leads to nothing except an extra closet space and ANOTHER wood door). I happened to be doing laundry and was coming up the basement stairs when I heard a noise. My dumbass paused and said hello. I concluded it must of been the cat, when I felt a chill down my spine. A split second later it felt like an ice cold hand grabbed my ankle. I then heard "I'm here". Needless to say I noped out of that situation (and I've been in that basement 1000 times since and never had anything else happen)

I have more but those are my favorites to tell

oh these are GOLDEEEEEN i love this

okay the ghost car/light situation??? BIG FEAR FOR ME. i watched that one episode of supernatural far too young and now driving at night on dark empty roads gives me the absolute CREEEPS.

i can absolutely relate to all the little possible ghost encounters tho!!! i’ve learned to never respond to any sounds or anything and just silently nod like “okay cool please dont fuck with me”. as a little kid my mom said i’d always talk to the ceiling, telling her i was just “playing with my friends”. rightfully freaked her out especially when one night out of the closet she heard something say “we’re going to get her”. 😭

then there’s also the time when i’d say i was playing with a little girl and boy during bath time (i was ages 3-5??? toddler range essentially) and my mom came to find out a previous owner of the house had drowned her kids in that tub ��� safe to say my mom didn’t enjoy any of my ‘imaginary’ friends as a kid

[fingertipsmp3]

Sleep paralysis incident: heard voices telling me I needed to leave and opened my eyes to see a scarier, elongated version of the dude from Nightmare Before Christmas leaving my room. I tried to get up, couldn’t, was terrified, then realised it was SP and tried to relax. Couldn’t relax because I started feeling like I was being stabbed in the ribs. I focused on trying to individually move each finger and eventually managed it and somehow woke up.

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[handhelld]

Haha boys,, some headcanons i hav for them under the cut

All this is a bit of a mess since I have very small memory and the payday timeline eludes me

JACKET

> I HC Jacket in his mid thirties, He has no canon age and this is my headcanon and I get to ignore the timeline if i please kvjsbdkv >> He looks like absolute dogshit because he does not take care of himself. He lives off pizza and has never combed his hair in his life, He also cuts it himself and its a choppy mess. >> He doesn’t have any facial scars really, but his body is fucking LITTERED with them. He did not wear any protective gear in Hotline Miami and u cannot tell me this man didn’t get the shit kicked out of him at least a dozen times. He took down the mob. Single handed. 

> Jacket had a thing with Biker in the past, like a friends with benefits that maybe had some feelings in it, but neither would say it. He hasn’t seen him in ages though

> Jacket is mute, though its mental rather than physical! He has no desire to though, and is very content with nonverbal communication >> He finds things are a lot easier when he isn’t emotionally attached, because bad things happen to people around him. If he isn’t approachable, there's less of a concern

> He joined the payday gang mainly for a sense of stability, and as an outlet.

SOKOL

> The dude was a professional athlete, handsome as fuck, and you cannot tell me this man did not fuck. He slept around a lot, didn’t really have committed relationships. 

> Absolutely hates being idle. He gets bored super easily, goes around the safehouse and joins in on other heisters’ activities all the time.

> Doesn’t like hurting civilians but has so much fun when a heist goes loud. He joined the gang mainly for the money, but the adrenaline rush is also a fantastic motivator.

JACKOL <3 <3

> The minute Sokol joined the gang, Jacket essentially built up his walls higher than ever. He’s learned to never trust a Russian.

> Sokol is sociable and tried to get along with Jacket at first, but gave that up fast. Jacket was a jackass to him, so he returned it back at him. 

> They definitely have an enemies to lovers, but the roads rocky as shit. The two probably get into a physical fight, they're both scrappy as fuck, and things get a little too heated. Sokol probably says something super stupid and kinda flirty and it puts jacket back enough for him to get the upper hand. Very much a slow burn, and neither of them really realize they stopped hating each other ages ago.

> Its probably a drunken confession lets be real.

> When they get together though, they never do stop the verbal harassment. But its more playful and stupid now, instead of outright mean. Like they're vibing on the couch, laying on each other, and Jacket’s cassette just buzzes out a “Did you know?” about deodorant. Very playful and dumb

> At one point Sokol absolutely DOES steal Jacket’s cassette while he sleeps, and the dude wakes up one night to Jacket looming over him, dead silent, piercing gaze, like some sleep paralysis demon. Jacket’s cassette is back where it should be by morning.

[joost8910]

I had a wack-ass Undertale dream this morning

And I had this urge to share it online do to how uncanny it was.

Alright, so scene 1 I’m playing Undertale, talking to Sans, and he was making a 1984 joke but he does his dark-eye thing when he says 1984. Slightly ominous but whatever. Then, some other unrelated dream stuff happened that wasn’t interesting, so we’re skipping to the scene after. 

Back playing Undertale: it was a dark bland room with multiple characters standing in it, but their eyes were large pitch black sockets. Of course, with Sans that’s a default feature so he looked exactly the same as normal (boo, boring!). I talk to Sans and he says 6 1984, oddly formatted and without asterisks. I think it means either [Month] 6th, 1984 or June of 1984. Either way, I think it’s a date that’s meant to be significant. I got bad vibes and kept going.

I distinctly remember talking to Alphys and she had an uncanny forward-facing talksprite, but her eyes were so far apart it looked more dorky than spooky. I can’t for the life of me remember what she said though. 

Uncharacteristically, I only talked to Sans and Alphys and ignored everyone else in the room and kept going. Actually, now that I’m writing this, I don’t think Asgore was even there, but I’m not certain and I already made this image so 

Eventually I reach the Flowey spot, but he’s torn up like after you kill him. I talk to him and get my favorite Flowey line but dramatically spoken slowly: 

I think his face was something like this, but I’m not sure. Same empty sockets as everyone else. Normally this line refers to Toriel but I had a hunch that’s not who he was referring to in this context. 

Now at this point I wake up and start mulling over the dream’s meaning.  My main theory is that the dream’s meaning is that some currently elderly Undertale fan had murdered "her” back in 1984, and that this message is meant for them. I doubt they’d be here on tumblr though.  Second theory is that I in a past life murdered “her.“ I can’t do anything with that given that I’m literally a different person now, so I don’t really like that interpretation.  Anyways, I thought about how I’ll make this very post and then I went back to sleep. 

  So, from this next dream, I distinctly remember hearing a voice say “Her parents didn’t believe when she said what you did to her.”  So this implies “her” was still living with her parents, possibly a minor. I don’t like the other implication there, so let’s move on. 

Then I thought I woke up, but I couldn’t move my body. Hooray, sleep paralysis! Who’s my demon this time? 

This little bastard, that’s who! So there I was, paralyzed on my bed, with Chara leaning over smiling at me. They say “Hey.” tap my shoulder a few times, and then disappears out of my field of vision. I then wake up proper, able to move again. Jee, Chara, I appreciate you waking me up before 10 AM, but also what the fuck? You materialize into my room and all you give me is a single “hey”!? Smug little shit. 

Anyways, that’s my ramblings about my dream this morning. I’m probably being haunted. I guess that’s cool. I wish this ghost was more helpful and gave me their name or something, but whatever. 

I’m titling this Undertale1984dream. I don’t care if that’s taken by some Orwell-inspired AU that stars the famous Alternate Sans: Dream. I don’t have any better ideas. 

[lionfloss]

Please tell the ghost story! The one where you were w/ ur mom

Okay so the mom one was a UFO HOWEVER!!!! Mom is a big believer in ghosts. And so I'm gonna kinda of take it from the top as to how i figured out that her and her siblings are being followed by a demon (lol): When me and my siblings were younger, we moved to a new house when i was in 1st grade (nothing ever happened before we moved). We had always experienced some weird stuff, like all the kitchen cabinets and drawers being left open, always heard the hallway/stairs creaking LOUD when no one was home or upstairs. We always would feel scared of our basement, but like thats normal for most kids. like basements are creepy right (god im literally getting chills re-living this). So also please note!!!! One time we all left for a vacation for a week and when we came back......there was a trail of baby powder leading from the bathroom to my little brothers room. Never found out what happened. Little things like this happened so many times throughout our childhood. So fast forward to when I was prob in 6th/7th grade. These next things all happened within a week of each other: My sister, her friend and I were messing with a Ouija board in the basement (corny i know BUT) and we kept asking it really lame questions like who would ask them to the dance and shit. And all of a sudden, the planchette kept going to NO and GOODBYE and we all thought someone was just faking, but then this HUGE and I mean huge ceiling high shelves fell over and everything on it SHOT off of the shelves and hit the wall across is. We fucking screaming and ran upstairs. I remember just laughing hysterically but then me and my sister later that night were like......wait what in the fuck was that tho. So my dad went down to clean everything up but since he is a huge christian, we just lied and said we knocked it over and never mentioned the Ouija board. The next day my older brother came home and he was the first one home after school, and he said that the Ouija board was on the floor of the living room (by the front door) and that the planchette had been moving slowly on its own.....obv cant confirm but weird right.

So then later that week, I remember hanging out in my little brothers room and idk why but we were looking at each other through this big glass of red koolaid, like it was pretty see-through and the glass distorted our faces and we were just giggling having fun. And i went to put the glass in front of his face and I when i looked it wasn't his face and it was some older man with dark hair. I screamed and dropped the glass and the koolaid went everywhere and my mom was LIVID and sent us to bed early like 8pm cause we were in trouble. The next morning Noah (he was like 7-8 at the time) came downstairs and was acting like kind of weird and my mom asked if he was okay and he said "I had nightmares, Abraham Lincoln kept coming out of my closet" and dude....when I say that my mom turned white, i mean she turned W H I T E. She at that point was not willing to talk to us about it cause we were so young, but a few years ago I asked her about it...So like....god it's so hard to explain and just sounds fake but my mom and her siblings have been being followed by a ghost/presence/spirit that they believe to be the man who killed himself in the 3rd cellar of my grandparent's house (the house they grew up in forever). She believes that my uncle who lived in the 3rd cellar had the demon (she thinks its a demon) attached itself to him. For YEARS she had sleep-paralysis type dreams where a tall guy in a top hat would come into her room and stand there staring or something threaten my grandma. She told me so many instances that were so freaky and she was getting so emotional when she told me. So ALSO after we moved into the new house when i was in 1st grade, that uncle had moved in with us cause he was doing really bad mentally and lived in the, you guessed it, the basement. So when my little brother said he saw abraham lincoln, she knew it was the demon in the top hat!!! and she basically said that she thinks it followed my uncle when he moved in with us and my mom knew it the whole time after we would tell her that we heard people walking around when no one else was there and the cabinets and stuff, but again wanted to spare us and also wanted to like black it out cause she hadn't "seen" it for years at that point. My Uncle is actually currently trying to write a book about all of it. ALSO we found out later that the company who designed and built my grandmas house was the same for the house we lived in and was built in the same year.

[myriadxofxmuses]

which of your muses is the pickiest eater?

what is your process for creating a new muse?

have any of your muses ever experienced sleep paralysis? 

which of your muses is most likely to walk into a sliding glass door?

which of your muses has / would have the most complicated coffee order?

which of your muses is the pickiest eater?

Proably Ethan.  He doesn't have much interest in food, only seeing it as a necessary fuel for his body.  He lives off shit that is cheap and easy. Think ramen, sandwiches with chips, and tuna packets when he wants to get fancy. He will spluge on sandwich fixings however - that being one of his favorite things to eat. Other than that. however, he doesn't venture far from those things.  Even the chips he buys are plain.

what is your process for creating a new muse?

Honestly, I don't really have a process.  A million muses a day fly through my mind, but it isn't until the little things about them start to come up more that I start to think they might be a good muse to try out. Then once I start writing them they also get weede out depending on if I have the opportunities to flesh them out more. Those that don't seem to garner any interest get tossed, but some of their traits tend to end up working better for other muses so it evens itself out. After that I just let it go wild and throw them into as many different scenarios as possible just to find out how things would play out. That's my favorite part. 😊

have any of your muses ever experienced sleep paralysis? 

No, but I have, when I was a child, and it was terrifying. One of my biggest irrational fears is being buried alive and I was convinced a hundred percent that that was going to happen when I was experiencing it. It was fucking terrible, but the next couple times it happened I was older and knew what it was so I just talked myself down and waited for the rest of me to catch up.

which of your muses is most likely to walk into a sliding glass door?

Ofreyja. As put toether as she is most times, she does have a touch of clumsiness to her. Sometimes she lets her excitement overrun her and she disregards anyting outside of its source unfortunately.

which of your muses has / would have the most complicated coffee order?

Joker just to piss off the baristas and have a litte fun in the morning.

[wienerbarnes]

The Escape

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,717

Warnings: mind control ooooo, general violence, description of stealing a car that is wildly inaccurate bc ive.... never stolen a car, dues ex machina

A/N: some background about the reader! this one takes place before the last chapter of the original series, way before anything with bucky. this oneshot kinda recounts her prison escape 👀 not a lot of bucky in this one, but kind how the reader got to where she is and stufffff i love a good origin story

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

You didn’t sleep the entire night. How could you? How were you supposed to sleep when you know you’re waking up to your inevitable death?

You refused a last meal a few hours ago. What was the point? You didn’t have an appetite anyway.

All you could do was count the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until the footsteps would sound down the hall, arriving at your cell, the guards would stare at you through the bullet-proof glass wall, the only wall of four that wasn’t made of thick concrete.

They’d take you down to the observation room, they’d strap you down in the chair before asking for your final words. You’d stare out into the window of the observation room, unable to see through to the otherside, but knowing there’d be witnesses there. Maybe the families of people you killed. Maybe government officials, the ones who worked as hard as possible to get you this ending.

First, the sodium thiopental would be injected into your veins to sedate you. Then, the vecuronium bromide will be given that will send your body into paralysis. Finally, the potassium chloride will stop your heart. And your life will be over.

What a shame.

Too soon, your life was wasted. And too soon did the guards feet sound down the hall. And too soon did he arrive in front of your cell, ordering you to get up from your bed to shackle you.

He’s alone, you notice. Perhaps they don’t expect you to put up much of a fight.

Something snaps in your brain and before you realize you’re even doing it, you’re tapping into the young guard’s poor brain. He was a cop. A cop turned prison guard to spend more time at home, less time out in the world trying to catch bad guys. Never really bad guys, though, always just some unlucky soul caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Open the cell.” You tell him, finally through to his head. The keys jingle as he unlocks the three complicated locks attached to the side of the door.

You’re suddenly grateful for the hundreds of times they called you crazy, they called you a psycho, they told you you didn’t have powers, that that was your sad and sorry excuse of the reason for your crimes.

“Take off your clothes.” You order next. The young man begins to strip, taking off his clothes until he’s down to his underwear. White briefs with a blue waistband.

Once his uniform is on your body, you take everything he has, leaving his pistol with him.

“Shoot at everybody that comes in here.” You tell him, and he stares at you blankly, no longer in control of his actions as you take over.

You take a moment, closing your eyes and trying to concentrate on what the prison looks like, where the exits are, and where the guards are. You peek an eye open to glance at the man’s watch that now sits on your wrist, eight minutes until the shift changes.

Eight minutes for you to not fuck this up.

You close the cell door behind you, locking it, and making your way down the hall. You need to time this perfectly so that you’re slipping out as the other guards are leaving.

Just keep your head down, and get out as quickly as possible. Don’t talk to anyone. Just get out and start walking. You’ll get to the city eventually and you’ll hide out until you can keep making your way through New York. Maybe you’ll go to Jersey. Or up to New Hampshire.

Yeah, you’re just going to walk to New Hampshire, aren’t you?

Not a priority right now. Focus on getting out. A deep breath until you unlock the gate at the end of the hall, making your way out into another hallway. You visualize the map in your head once more and keep making your way down. You walk with confidence, head still slightly tilted down, but steps quick and light. Another guard turns the corner at the end of the hall and you make sure your steps don’t falter, and he walks right by you without a second thought.

You’re still unsure about the whole mind control thing. You don’t want to question it, because it seems to be pretty useful right now, but you don’t want to abuse it either, knowing your luck will eventually fail you.

It’s not long before you hear a gunshot ring out in the distance and you glance at a clock on the wall to see the shift change happening now.

You need to get out of here, now. Soon the guards will realize it’s you who’s missing from your cell and the search will begin. They’ll start with the entire grounds of the prison, which will hopefully buy you some time to make it to the city, if you sprint.

You finally make it to a more open area, exit signs now posted at the tops of doorways. You finally find a group of other men, some with bags or coats and you slip into the crowd, hoping that these are the guys leaving from their shift.

“Hey, have a good one, man. Tell the family I said hello.” A rough hand pats your shoulder before brushing past you.

Your stomach drops at the fact that these men are so unaware. So unaware that their real friend is in your cell, probably having a shootout with the new guards who just began their shift. The fact that these guards showed up to work today and the first thing they encounter is another guard in his underwear shooting at them.

Push it back. Push it back. Push it back.

As you’re huddled in between bodies, a bright light suddenly washes over your face. Sunlight. Your eyes burn at the feeling, a feeling so foreign having not felt it in months. You force them open though. You need to separate quickly, because not only do you not know where the parking lot is, you don't know which car is yours, you don’t have keys, and even if you did, you don’t know how to fucking drive.

Why did you never learn this! You never thought you’d need to since you decided you were going to join the military at sixteen, but you still should’ve fucking looked into it!

You don’t think you’ll make it walking. It’ll draw too much attention. The prison is in the middle of fucking nowhere and you’re just going to walk home? What would be worse is if someone offers you a ride.

New plan: find your car and hope it’s unlocked so you can sit inside until everyone leaves.

You know Hydra made you break into things before; houses, cars, etc. But you’ve tried to repress so much of that time that you can’t remember if you ever hot wired a car before.

You hope your luck doesn’t run out anytime soon.

Men arrive at their cars and the options quickly narrow down between an orange SUV and a black, fancy-looking car. You take your chances on the SUV.

It’s unlocked. It’s fucking unlocked. You shut the door and heave, feeling so hard to breath in the small space, but feeling relieved at the chance to finally make some noise and express your stress outside of that group of people you were stuck around.

“C’mon. C’mon! Fight or flight, c’mon, just make me know how to hot wire this.” You close your eyes, as though that will suddenly make the knowledge appear in your head. It doesn’t, surprisingly.

Until you look in the cupholder to see a dozen bobby pins. He probably has a daughter. “It’s going to have to do.” You mumble to yourself.

You quickly straighten them out and shove them into the small spot where the key goes. You twist and turn, holding a bunch of pins together to simulate an odd shape of the key, until finally you hear a click.

That’s gotta be good! Right? You go with it, continuing to twist until you hear a sputtering and crunchy sound of the engine starting.

This guy drives a piece of shit car. But it’s fucking on! You waste no time in putting the car into the drive before pulling out the lot. You make yourself extremely nauseous at your own driving, or rather, attempt at driving. You see in the rearview mirror the lights on the prison flashing, the bright red signaling that they’ve realized you escaped. You give yourself twenty minutes before they ditch the search of the prison grounds and look for you in the city.

Down the road you alternate between driving fifteen miles an hour to sixty, finding it so difficult to get a steady control of the car. But you’re doing it! You only need to make it to the city. That’s it.

“How the fuck do they make sixteen-year-olds do this shit?”

Eventually you get the hang of it. Still a terrible driver, but you at least don’t feel as scared driving among other cars. 

The longer you drive, the more it catches up to you what you’ve done. Soon enough, the tears come and so do the sobs. Until you stop a red light and let out a yell of agony, the stress and sadness washing through your body.

It’s hard, wanting to break down completely but having to keep your eyes open for the light to change, and having to pay attention to your surroundings. You find a small alleyway to pull into and you put the car in park before ditching it.

No time to cry, you can cry later. You peek around at the name of restaurants and stores around you, not recognizing any of them. You look at the street signs not recognizing those, either. You haven’t been around society in almost ten years, and you feel hopelessly and utterly lost.

You look around the alleyway and see a big dumpster. Just for a little while, you think. You lift the lid and climb inside, shutting the lid above you.

It’s dark, greasy, and the worst thing you’ve ever smelled, but it’s somehow better than where you were. You don’t know how much time has passed, but the noise outside the dumpster grows, and you make a guess that it’s around six or seven in the morning.

If you want to blend in with the crowd, you need to change your clothes. A prison guard outfit will most definitely make you stand out to people, especially when news breaks that there's a prison escapee on the loose.

When you finally lift the lid to stand up, you look to your left to see a teenager, probably not older than seventeen, staring at you, frozen, key in hand, seemingly to open up some store that you’re in back of.

He’s tall and lanky, and what makes him stand out to you the most is the spiky black hair he sports on his head and the thick black eyeliner around the rims of his eyes.

“You… okay?” He asks, clearly confused as to why a random woman in a prison guard outfit is hanging out in the dumpster behind her place of work. But you’re frozen. You don’t know what to say. You can’t imagine the last twelve hours I’ve been through, it won’t make much sense.

“Are you… hungry?” He asks when you don’t answer. “I’m, uh, opening now, but no one will be here for another hour or two when we actually open. I can make you something if you like?” He offers.

He thinks you’re homeless. Which, you are, technically. But he doesn’t recognize you. Perhaps you haven’t made the news yet, but it’ll only be a matter of time.

You finally nod, climbing out of the dumpster bin and walking over to where he holds the door open for you.

You devour the sandwich he makes you, a simple ham and cheese on white bread, but it’s the best thing you’ve eaten in, well, a decade.

“How long have you been homeless for?”

“Are you from New York?”

“What’s your zodiac sign?”

“What’s your favorite band?”

So many questions come from the curious kid, kindness radiating from him. Casual conversation ensues, and you’re careful not to give too much away.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you swallow the last bit of sandwich.

“How do I get to Brooklyn from here?”

“You’re in Brooklyn, silly.” He responds and your eyes widen a bit, not thinking you’d get this lucky.

“Sorry, that came out kinda insensitive,” He apologizes, picking up your plate, “It’s not like you have a GPS or anything. Anywhere you’re trying to go in particular?”

You have a flash of a vision, Bucky sleeping soundly in his apartment, as the sun shines through in orange cracks in his blinds. Your mind envisions the building, where it is, what it looks like, and how you can get there. Why is your mind and body wanting to lead you to where Bucky is? If you’re trying to lay low, why does your vision want you to go to what’s the third most recognizable government figure in the country, after the President and Captain America?

“Uhm… to see a friend. I guess I wasn’t trying to go, but I have a lot of… free time now, so. Just don’t know what I’d say to him.” You tell the boy, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion. You’re not looking forward to the rest of the day, or week, or month, or life.

“Why don’t you write a note? That’s what I do; when I don’t think I can say the right thing, I write it instead. I can give you some paper and an envelope.” He offers.

This kid has got to be my guardian angel personified, you think. What are the fucking odds?

“You should take it with you, though. I gotta open up soon, and I’m sure you don’t want to experience the morning rush of this place.” You read my mind.

“I’ll give you a change of clothes, too. Where’d you get that, anyway? Do you hang around dumpsters often? Is that one from a Halloween store?”

“Okay, that’s too much. You’ve already been so kind.” You refuse, ignoring the curious questions that shoot out of his mouth.

“Then don’t take it as me being kind, take it as me being mean. You smell like shit from that dumpster.”

You can’t help but laugh, and oh how good it feels. You never thought you’d laugh again, and here you are, giggling at being told you smell bad by some goth teenager.

Soon enough, you’re walking through the backways of buildings, in a crisp white t-shirt that smells of the cologne of a teenage boy, and note and envelope in hand. It takes you about forty five minutes to make it to Bucky’s apartment building, and it was only slightly less stressful that your walk out of that prison.

Through the glass door, you don’t see anyone at the front desk, so you open the door and step inside.

To your left you see a wall of mailboxes, and one large one at the bottom overflowing with letters and gifts. You take a wild guess and say that that one belongs to Bucky. You’ve heard he’s a pretty popular guy, along with the company he keeps.

You take the stairs to the eighth floor and the fourteenth room, hoping the 814 on that mailbox wasn’t random. You scribble out on your piece of paper, tearing it off and keeping the rest in case you need for another note in the future, or a snack. You bite at the blue bracelet on your wrist before it breaks and stick it in the envelope, tucking in the flap to close it.

You place it on the ground and silently press your ear to the door. You don’t hear him, but you hear the sound of the television, announcing your missing presence and the manhunt around the city. You take that as a cue to leave quickly.

Why you feel such a draw towards Bucky, you’re not sure, but for some reason, you have a feeling that leaving him this gift of sorts won’t come back to haunt you.

Perhaps it’ll even lead to the opposite.

[kpop---scenarios]

Good Enough

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader 

Genre: Idol! AU 

Warning: Smut, Mention of Domestic Violence, Miscarriage, Angst, Fluff 

Word Count: 15.4k 

Summary: Ayn (another y/n) and her friends meet Super M from a contest they win. She's a bit of a disaster but he doesn't care. Even when life tries to keep them apart, it never works. 

“I’m sorry…,”you whispered to the man who was supposed to love you, who was carelessly and harshly dragging you along the path to your apartment. You would think by now you would know your limits with alcohol, the one thing you had a love-hate relationship with, but instead you hate yourself every time you get as drunk as you currently were. You should not have drank as much as you did, is what you tell yourself, again. Everytime. You knew it as always. Your body knew it and hated you for it, and so did your equally unimpressed fiance. "I can't do this anymore," he grunts carrying you into your apartment and down the short hall to the bedroom. Soyoung lets out a loud sigh, a sound of frustration and annoyance flying from his tongue, as he practically shoves you on your bed. His tall body, moving quicker than your eyes can in the dark of the room, you watch dizzily as he opens drawers and your bathroom briefly grabs something else, before coming back to stand over you. "Did you hear me?" Grabbing your cheeks and squeezing with one hand the other painfully grasping a breast, making you gasp,  before grabbing some stuff from your bedside table. "I'm done." He finishes, walking out of your apartment, slamming the door and leaving your very drunk self to pass out. You wanted to follow him, ask him what you had done wrong now. You were trying to cope, was that so wrong? You wanted to move but your body wouldn't let you, you were frozen to your bed in an unimaginable state of drunken paralysis. Thankfully all the thoughts drowning you shushed your mind to sleep. Before you knew it, a persistent old-fashioned alarm eventually registered, blaring through your ears. You rolled over in your bed, feeling your dress from the night before twist around you, making you frown in confusion. Usually, a night out of drinking with Soyoung leaves you naked and most times sore in the right spot, sometimes pleasantly so, sometimes not. Shutting the alarm on your phone off, you sent a dreary voice message to your fiance sweetly begging for medicine and his special hangover soup. You desperately needed it. You really shouldn't have drank so much, again. Laying back down, phone tossed to the side, you take several slow deep breaths, trying to not throw up the unfortunate amount of tequila you drank last night. Closing your eyes against the dim light in the room, a flash of memory hits you making you touch your jaw knowing that all the pain isn’t from alcohol this time. You struggle to hear the words he spit at you last night in your head, something important, but you just couldn't remember as you drift back to sleep. Ding Your phone wakes you up. Groggily, you grab your phone, checking your conversation with Soyoung, and he's read your message but the reply wasn't from him. Maybe he was on his way? Going to your other conversations, you see it's your group chat with your three best friends. Beth, Maggie and Lisa. [2:43pm] Beth: I can't breathe. Everything smells like Tequila. I want to die. [2:45pm] Maggie: Did I break my foot? Cause it kinda feels like I did. Fuck. [2:49pm] Lisa: So round two tonight!? Let's get ready to paaaarttyyyyyyyy. [2:54pm] Beth: Are you insane? I'm crying tequila tears right now. I cannot [2:56pm] You: Don't be a pussy Bethy. Let's do it [3:01pm] Maggie: I mean.. i'm in [3:05pm] Beth: Fine. But I'm not drinking [3:09pm] Lisa: The fuck you're not. I will drown you in a bowl of Tequila beth. Try me. You knew you could always count on your girls. With a smile on your face, you text your fiance again, letting him know you were going out again tonight, and asked him if he wanted to come out with you guys. Usually when you message Soyoung, it wasn't long before he replied, but now you had been waiting two hours and that was so unlike him. But you weren't going to be that fiancee, you figured he was probably busy with something, even though the nagging feeling in your stomach was telling you otherwise. ** That night as you continued to drown your sorrows in liquor, again, your mind lingered on the fact that you still haven't heard from the person who was supposed to love you and be there for you. The person who was supposed to be your person but wasn't. Thinking back to the voicemail you’d left, well voicemails, plural. And thinking on the obvious smudges on your breast and face, that you’d gotten too used to covering up.   "You okay?" Maggie asks you, taking a sip of her drink. "Yeah girl. All good," you say forcing a smile. You weren't okay; not even close and drinking was the only way you knew how to cope and there was a lot you needed to deal with but couldn't. You weren't mentally strong enough at the moment. You struggled internally with whether or not to unload everything on your friends, but you knew they had their own shit to deal with. You couldn't do that to them. "Come on," Beth slurred, slapping at the bar to get the bartender's attention. "Let’s close out and go! Next bar, up!" "Thought you weren't drinking tonight, Beth?" You slur, a knowing smile on your face. "Fuck off." She spits, placing a hundred dollar bill on the counter to cover everyone's drinks. Something the four of you often did. Someone would pay at one bar while another would pay at the next. The four of you finished your drinks, giggling as you walked out of the bar, walking to the next one. While three of you gossip, Beth lags behind, gasping at her phone. "What the fuck are tou foing," You slur, fumblimg your words and stopping the group. "Just shut up and keep walkin," she shoos you away, not looking up from her phone. Minutes later, you reach the next bar, Beth puts her phone away while she has a concerning smirk on her face. Do you confront her or ignore it? You choose to ignore, not wanting whatever it was to possibly ruin the night for everyone. Whatever your uwu girl was up to couldn’t be that bad. Beth wasn't one to stir up trouble or cause a scene. If anything, she likely ordered some more candles from Etsy. You all spent the rest of the night getting drunk and dancing on each other, without a care in the world.   Sunday morning you wake up, smelling Tequila everywhere. It was seeping through your pores. Your heart sunk, still no word from Soyoung. So you try to call him again. No answer. You tried again, and again no answer. You didn't understand. What did you do that was so wrong? You spent the entire day going through everything, old texts, playing in person conversations in your head,  trying to figure out how you might have fucked up in the last month or so, but nothing came to mind. So now the question you had was, what the fuck was his issue? You knew he didn’t like you showing up at his home unannounced, but at the same time this was past petty. The thought of calling his mother, who did not bother to hide her hate for you physically made you ill, you let your finger hover over her contact a little longer before closing the phone. You tossed it to the other side of your sofa, decisively picking up the remote to look for a movie to watch. Fuck him, you decide, just fuck him. ** After you had finished work on Monday, you still hadn't heard from him. When you woke up on Tuesday, again there was nothing. Everytime you called you were either sent straight to voice-mail or he just didn't answer. By the 3 week mark, you felt as though you might not even be together anymore. Three months later, you had heard nothing from him until your neighbour who was getting her mail had let you know he was out of town filming for a movie. She thought it was quite weird that you didn't know, and honestly, you thought the same but you weren't at all surprised, given Soyoung's past with you. Later that night, you had found out that night that when Beth was intensely looking at her phone, she had been entering a meet and greet with Super M, the band that the four of you were obsessed with. When she had gotten into the top five, she sent a video explaining who she would bring and why, and apparently they liked the way she represented you guys and how real you sounded. She should have told them you were all psychotic and loud because Super M was going to be in for a wild ride. At the four month mark, you still had not heard from him, and actively decided you were single. You took your ring off, leaving it on your bedside table. You didn't know why you tortured yourself like that, maybe you hoped he would walk through your door again one day, telling you that something had happened and he says so sorry before telling you how much he loved you, and would slide that ring back on your finger, telling you that's where it belonged and to never take it off again. Wishful thinking on your part. ** Finally Friday had rolled around, the night you were going to meet Super M. You had a hard time containing your excitement. All day you were a giddy mess, acting like a child who had gotten up early on Christmas morning to find a shit ton of presents. Friday afternoon, you had left work early to make sure you had ample time to get ready for meeting Super M. You unlock the door to your apartment, and walk in, being met with the face of your fiance, or the man who was now your ex. "Soyoung.. you're back?" You whisper, dropping your purse to the floor. "No I'm not. Just wanted to grab a few things.. and my ring." He says, sliding the ring off of your bedside table, and putting it in his pocket. "You're.. what is going on? Where have you been? Why did you leave? I thought we were happy?" You say. "Us? Happy? You're delusional." He laughs. "What? "I ended things four months ago." He deapans, hands in pockets with his feet braced apart. "Well thanks for telling me!" You yell, heart racing. "I did,"He shouts back. "Do you remember the night I dragged your drunk, embarrassing ass back home?" "No.. I had been drinking." You say, your chest tightening at the hurtful words you knew were going to come next. "Yeah you had, like usual. I ended things that night. I'm done. I have an important reputation to uphold and protect, and frankly your alcoholic, large self doesn't fit into it." He sneers. "Not to mention the vast difference in our status. Do you know what it's like being an actor with chances and then having an alcoholic teacher as my fiance? Fucking disaster." "I was coping. The loss of our baby was hard on me." You whisper, as it gets harder to breathe, tears freely slipping down your face now. "You know I've always wanted to be a mom." "Yeah well you losing our child was the best thing to happen to me. Imagine having a child with a low class whore. I can't believe any school would look at you and think you and that body, which is only good for one thing, should teach someone's kid. The universe knows who should be a mother, and you're not it." He continues as if her defense were nothing. "Also tell your friends that having them text me, asking me to check up on you while I'm out of 'town' is just fucking embarrassing." He finishes, sliding the ring into his pocket, and picking up his box before leaving. Tears fall from your face as what he said replays through your head, making you feel even worse. You didn't think that stuff like that was important, so it hadn't occurred to you that he thought that way. He had never mentioned anything to you, or brought it up, at least in so many words. Flashbacks play through yohr head, things he said during sex which should have set off some flags. "Fucking whore. You like getting your pussy rammed by a higher class man?" "Take that dick like the dirty low level slut you are." Did they make you uncomfortable? Sure, a bit but he had always been into dirty talk, so you chalked it up to that. Great to know he was being serious. Why did he have to show up tonight all night? The night that you get to meet one of your favorite bands, and your ultimate bias, Baekhyun. You couldn't look like a wreck tonight, so you dried your tears, took a few shots and put on your favorite song and started doing your makeup. ** A few hours after you were drunk and ready to go. A car outside beeped a few times, letting you know your friends were here. You locked your door, making sure to hold onto the railing as you walked down the stairs, not wanting to trip and fall. "Ladiessss." You slur, getting into the car, throwing your head back on the seat. "Let's go." "What happened?" Maggie asked, turning her head from the passenger seat to face you. "Apparently." You begin, clearing your throat. "Soyoung broke up with me when I was drunk four months ago and I don't remember, I'm in such a lower class than him and that's why I miscarried 5 months ago. Also that I'm a fat whore." You sniffle. Your lips begin to quiver as you remember the words again. You didn't want to cry, you couldn't but fuck it still hurt. "What the fuck." All the girls say in unison. "I've always hated him." Maggie spits. "Seconded." Beth yells. "Third..ed." Lisa partially answers, not knowing if that's a word or not. "Thirded is not a word, but thank you." You laugh as Lisa pulls you in for a hug. "We can cancel with Super M." Beth suggests. "Don't be dumb! Cancel on Super M? Who are you!?" You yell. "We don't cancel on kings. I'll be fine." You finish, taking a deep breath to shake off the sadness. "Are you sure?" Lisa asks, looking nervous that you might actually say yes. "Oh my god, no. We're not canceling." You laugh. "Lets go. I need a good distraction." 20 minutes later, the four of you sit outside the restaurant taking deep breaths. "I'm going to faint." Beth states, fanning herself with her hand. "Fucking Taeyong and Kai.." "Im going to meet Mark and Lucas." Lisa squeals. "Taemin, and Ten, my babies." Maggie groans. "And I'm going to meet Baekhyun. The only man I need." You say, a weird smile appearing on your face. "Fix that." Maggie says, pointing to your mouth. "You are not entering that restaurant looking like you're hiding a gun inside your vag, okay? Serial killer looks stay in the car please." She finishes, opening her door and adjusting her dress. "Less creepy. Got it." You say, hopefully smiling like a normal person. The four of you walk away from the car, your hands shaking as you make your way closer to the door. You felt like your heart might just drop right out of your ass when you walked through the doors. "We're here for the Super M meet and greet." Beth says, showing the man the confirmation. "Right this way." He says, motioning for the four of you to follow him to a private room. Whenever someone had told you they almost died when meeting their favorite celebrity, you never understood. Until today. When you walked in the room, all the guys were sitting at a table, four spots between them opened. Lisa sat in between Mark and Lucas, Maggie in between Taemin and Ten, Beth between Taeyong and Kai, while you sat beside Baekhyun with no one else on your other side. But you didn't care. Yes you loved the whole group, but Baekhyun was your one and you were in heaven. "Hi, im Baekhyun." He says with a gorgeous smile, holding out his hand. "Oh I know. I'm Ayn." You smile, shaking his hand. It was no surprise that it was soft to the touch. "Would you like a drink?" Baekhyun smiles, his eyes never leaving you. Call it crazy, but you absolutely felt something between him and you, and you could tell that he felt it too. "Tequila please." You laugh. "A Tequila fan? My kind of girl." Baekhyun smiles, waving over the waiter. Over the next few hours, you and Baekhyun talked about everything while the two of you took more shots. He asked you about your job, family, friends, ambitions, passions, everything. But you should have known not to drink too much, in order to not embarrass yourself in front of Baekhyun, but when he asked you if you were seeing anyone, you lost it. "I was engaged, but he dumped me when i was drunk, ghosted me for 4 months, told me I was a low class whore who basically deserved to miscarry and that I was fat." You sob. Everyone sits there stunned, mouths hanging open as you sob into a napkin that Baekhyun had given to you. "What an asshole." Baekhyun declares. "Like literally, I want to fuck him up. Who does he think he is? You are beautiful and I'm so sorry for your loss, you didn't deserve that. Where is he? Can I please beat the fuck out of him?" Baekhyun asks, rolling up his sleeves. "You're sweet." You giggle. "Honestly yes, you can beat him up. I hate him." "What's his name?" Baekhyun asks. "Kim Soyoung." You scoff. "That piece of shit!?" Mark asks from across the table. "Man we hate that guy already." Lucas mumbles. "Well there we go, now I have more of a reason to shit kick him." Baekhyun smiles. "But seriously, you're like a 20 out of 10. Stunning." He smiles. Your heart melts as his words replay through your head while he and the others make a plan for the rest of their night. "You guys down to come to the club?" Taemin asks, looking around the table. "Yes!" You all yell out in unison, excited for the next part of the night to begin. As you walk out of the restaurant, you pass through the dining room, where a familiar laugh rings through the room. You look around and see Soyoung sitting there, with a woman sitting across from him. "Wow, Kim Soyoung!" You yell, rage fueling your body with adrenaline. "Already engaged after you only left me 4 months ago?" You ask. "Ayn, stop it." Soyoung hisses. "Who are you?" The woman asks, standing up. When she turned around, your heart sank into your stomach, nausea consuming your body. She was at least 7 months pregnant, wearing your engagement ring. "It's not yours.. is it?" You whisper. "It's only been four months!" You yell. "She's got to be at least 6 or 7 months?" "Im 7 months, and we've been together for 3 years, what are you talking about?" She snaps. Tears fall down your cheeks as you try to piece together what she was saying. So were you the other woman or was she? You were engaged but now you're not, and she was having a baby, and you were not. "She could give me what you clearly couldn't. She's in the same league as me, unlike you. Get over it Ayn, I'm fucking done." "Oh I'm over it. I'm so done with you. Glad a pathetic piece of shit like you is no longer in my life." You say before he cuts you off. "You know what?" He asks, looking around the room. "There's always that one person in a group that doesn't quite fit in, someone they need to make the rest of them look good, that's you and you do a wonderful job at it." He smirks. "You're a miserable person, and a shitty lay. It was hard to feel anything when we fucked, considering you have such a small dick." You smile, Baekhyun grabs you by the wrist to drag you outside while Soyoung shakes with rage. He knew that if you kept going like he thought you would, Soyoung would probably do something that he shouldn't and you'd likely get hurt. "I'm sorry. That just felt so good to say." You tell Baekhyun, now sobering up from all the adrenaline. "It's all good." Baekhyun laughs. "I enjoyed it. Let's get out of here." Everyone climbs in two different vans, preparing to head out of the club. You began climbing when something stopped you and pulled you back out. Turning around you see a still fuming Soyoung, standing there with his fists clenched by his side.   "You think you can just say all that shit in front of my fiance and a room full of strangers and get away with it!?" He yells unclenching to grab the collar of your shirt, pulling you against him. "Why are you letting someone who is in such a low class bother you so much? Mhm? Maybe because you're not as high and mighty as you think you are? You're lower on the totem pole than I am." You whisper. Soyoung shoves you to the ground, raising his fist as if he was about to hit you. "I dare you." You say, knowing he wouldn't. "Hey!" Baekhyun yells, jumping from the van and shoving Soyoung back. "I always knew you were a piece of shit, but now you're an abusive piece of shit? Wow." Baekhyun snaps, staring hard at Soyoung, who sighs before walking away. "You okay?" Baekhyun asks, extending a hand to help you up. "I'm all good." You smile. "You sure?" He asks, making sure. "Positive. Let's party!" You laugh, climbing in the van. "She's amazing." He whispers before climbing in after you. ** Walking into the club, all eyes are on Super M as they glide past the dance floor, all of them looking like angels. They all head for the VIP section, which gives a perfect view of the dance floor. After everything that happened earlier with Soyoung, you were ready to forget everything with a few shots before you got lost on the dance floor. You, Maggie, Beth and Lisa all cheer your shots, each time you take one. After three, and a good song was finally playing, you all head out to the dance floor, finding a spot in the middle with an opening to view the VIP room. Your eyes lock with Baekhyun as you begin circling your hips, shaking your ass while running your hands over your body. You watch as Baekhyun licks his lips, his eyes trailing your body, watching you move so effortlessly. He takes a sip of his drink, his body slouched in his chair with his legs spread wide. You can feel yourself becoming more and more horny as you see the outline of his cock growing in his pants. As you continue dancing, you feel a pair of hands slide around your waist and a body press against you. Still looking at Baekhyun you notice his eyes go dark as he sits up, watching you dance with the strange man. He doesn't know why, but the jealousy he felt was coursing through his body. You break eye contact, turning to look at who you were dancing with and if you knew him. You didn't.  When you looked back towards Baekhyun he was gone. Had he left? Seconds later you feel the man leave from behind you, being replaced by another body. "You're a bad girl." You hear whispered in your ear. Shivers dip down your spine as Baekhyun grabs your wrist, taking you off the dance floor and towards the bathrooms. He pulls you into the men's bathroom, locking the door behind you, his eyes dark and needy. He grips your shoulders, pushing you against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. “If you wanted to make me jealous, it worked. Since the moment I first saw you tonight, I wanted you." he growled into your ear. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him. Baekhyun glides his fingers across your clothed pussy, teasing you. “Please give me more” you whine as you buck your hips towards his already erect cock. “This is going to have to be quick." he smirks, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered at the site of Baekhyun's thick and juicy cock. He backs away, letting go of your hands, allowing you to drop to your knees. Your hand barely wraps around his cock, pumping it a few times before you lean in to wrap your lips around it. Just as you reach the tip, a frantic knock comes from the other side of the door. It was Taeyong, and he only had to say one word for Baekhyun to panic and get the two of you out of there. "Saesangs." Baekhyun pulled up his pants, pulling you towards the only window in the bathroom. He sent a quick message to his group chat, letting them know to meet him at the van, asap. "I'm gonna lift you up and the climb up myself." He tells you, looking very serious but you can't help but laugh. "You.. you're going to lift me up? Me?" You giggle. "You're little." "Hey! I have muscles okay? I'm strong. Shut up." He grunts, just barely lifting you. "See." He says, his voice shaky and struggling. "Yeah okay." You huff, climbing through the window. "I can hear you on the struggle bus." You can't hear what Baekhyun's reply was, as you were too busy trying to drop to the ground. "Hurry up." He tells you, watching you dangle from the side of the building. "It's terrifying." You whisper shout. "It's like 4 feet. Get over it." He whispers back to you. "Before I peel your fingers off this ledge." "You do that and I will never give up this pussy." You say, not able to hear his mumbles. Taking a deep breath, you let go, dropping down not very far at all while Baekhyun effortlessly jumps from the window, landing gracefully as usual. Finally you confirmed, he was in fact just CGI and not real at all. There was no way a human could possibly be as perfect as Byun Baekhyun and not be fake. Just wasn't a thing. "Stop staring at me, let's go." He laughs, pulling you towards the van. "Baek we gotta go." Taemin says, rushing him. "Gimme your number, quick." Baekhyun urges. Quickly you write your number on his arm before he climbs into the van. "I'm sorry. I'll text you." He says before the van door closes and they drive off. "What the hell happened?" Maggie asked, walking up to you with Beth and Lisa. "We almost hooked up." You whisper, eyes wide. None of you can believe it, except Lisa. "Well he was watching you all night so I'm not surprised." Lisa tells you, raising her eyebrows. "We'll meet tomorrow for breakfast?" Beth asks the group. You all agree before going your separate ways to head home. Tonight had been a night that you would honestly remember forever. You really didn't have any expectations of Baekhyun to text you. He was a huge celebrity and you were, well a teacher with an alcohol problem. Not quite the catch you should be. When you finally got home,you stripped down into your underwear, hating yourself for wearing such sexy lingerie that no one got to see. You climb into your bed when your phone dings. A number you don't recognize. [3:08am] 4739272943: Hey, I had a great time tonight.. did you make it home? The smile on your face widened. You quickly added his number to your contacts before replying. [3:12am] You: I did, thanks for asking. I'm snuggled warm in my bed. [3:15am] Baekhyun ♡: I wish I was your blanket. Damn. I can't stop thinking about what happened in the bathroom [3:17am] You: Me either. I was excited. [3:19am] Baekhyun ♡: My cock is so fucking hard [3:22am] You: can i come over? [3:25am] Baekhyun ♡: (address) You crawled out of your bed and ran to your closet, putting on a trench coat over your sexy lingerie, and a pair of sexy heels. You rush down the stairs of your building, standing on the sidewalk to hail down a cab. Once you do, you begin telling the driver the address, double checking your phone to make sure it's correct. Sure it probably looked suspicious that you were going to a hotel at almost 4am, dressed like a hooker but if he knew who you were going to meet, he wouldn't judge. But he probably still would anyways. ** You stand outside the room number Baekhyun had given you, taking a deep breath before knocking lightly on the door. Before you could even knock a second time the door swung open, revealing Baekhyun who grabbed you and pulled you inside. "A trench coat?" He asks, trying to hide the smile on his face. "Why don't you see what's underneath before you judge." You say, glaring at him. Baekhyun reaches forward, unbuttoning a few buttons before you let the coat fall down your body, revealing the sexy lingerie you had on. "Yes, wow, good trench coat." He breathes. Baekhyun takes your hand, pulling you into him before pressing his lips to yours. Immediately you as though you’re melting into his lips. His mouth moves along yours, without any hesitation you open your mouth, just enough to allow him to slide his tongue in.  Every single worry you had quickly disappeared from your head. Every problem, insult, anything was gone. Baekhyun reaches down, placing his hands on the back of your thighs, giving a little push to signal you to jump up. You hesitate a little, but when he pushes even more you know he won't give up, so you jump up, wrapping your thick thighs around his waist. He walks forward and crashes you against the wall, deepening the kiss while pressing his body against yours. He removes your hands from going through his hair, and instead pinning them above your head. He breaks the kiss, placing small kisses along your jawline before moving down to your neck. You pant as he nibbles at your neck. "Do you want me as much as I want you?" He asks, looking you in the eyes. “Even more" you breathe. Baekhyun sets you down, reaching behind you tk unclasp your bra,  your nipples perk as the cold air of his room hits them. Baekhyun bends down slightly, taking a nipple into his mouth, giving it a small tug with his lips. "Fuck." You moan. He smirks as he takes your hand, leading you towards the bed. He lightly pushes your shoulders back, causing you to fall back onto the bed as he stands at the edge. His smile widens as he stares at your thick, beautiful body on display for him, and him only. He climbs on the bed with you, hooking his fingers into your panties, slowly sliding them down your leg. Baekhyun spreads your legs, memorizing every curve and crevice of your body. He licks his lips and smiles as he lays down in between your open legs, your pussy already dripping wet. He lowers his head slowly, spreading your lips open with two fingers before licking a slow strip up, his tongue stopping right above your clit. He moves his it slightly, using the tip to give you a few small kitten licks. Your hands grip the sheet of the bed as you let out a loud moan, your fingers turning white. “Fuck" you cry. It’s been too long since you’ve had someone take care of you. Never having been with anyone since Soyoung. Baekhyun moves his tongue faster, you buck your hips, grinding yourself against his face. “Shit that feels so good" you whine. Baekhyun picks up his pace, moving his tongue in every direction, your orgasm coming fast. “Please don’t stop. Just like that” you groan. Your breath hitches as his hands grip your thighs, steadying himself in-between your legs. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum" you cry, your hands moving from the bed sheets to his head, gathering a handful of hair and gripping it tightly. You move your hips faster, needing to cum now. A few more circles with your hips and you’re met with a delicious release as you cum, a wave of pleasure radiates through your entire body. Baekhyun looks up at you, smirking while he licks your juices from his face. You just lay there attempting to catch your breath as your chest heaves up and down. “Fuck me now” you breathe. Baekhyun's eyes go dark as he stands up off the bed, you maintain eye contact as he strips his shirt off, your mouth practically watering at the sight of his toned stomach. Yout mouth drools again at the sight of his thick cock, standing straight at attention. “It's not going to suck itself” he smirks, looking from his cock to you. A wide grin appears on your face as you sit up and begin to crawl towards him, you lay at the edge of the bed with your head level to his cock and mouth open wide. Baekhyun groans as he slides his cock into your mouth, pushing himself in as far as he can before you wrap your mouth around him. At first he starts out slowly, gently thrusting himself in and out of your mouth. With every pump, his thrusts become harder and faster. Tears begin forming in your eyes as he rams his cock down your throat, it burns, but you love it. “Jesus baby, your mouth feels amazing” he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Almost as quickly as he moaned, he pulled himself out of your mouth, stumbling his way over to the wall. “Are you okay?” you ask, your voice hoarse. “Yeah, I was just close to cumming and I didn’t want to do it yet" he breathes. "You want to cum in my pussy, don't you?" You ask, feeling extra naughty. Baekhyun lets out a deep throaty growl as he stalks back towards you. You scramble to sit on the bed, with your legs clenched, the need for him to be inside of you so strong. “Get up and ride my cock “ he growls. The moment you move, he lays in your spot ready for you to sit on his cock. You move your leg over to one side of him, gripping his cock as you align yourself with him and sink down slowly. You clench yourself around him as you hit the base, your walls stretched. “Your pussy feels even better than your mouth” he grunts. You slowly begin to rock your hips back and forth, getting a rhythm you enjoy. Baekhyun rests his hands on your hips, pushing for you to ride him faster. Your hands reach down to rest on his chest, as you lift your ass up before bringing it back down onto him. After a few minutes you go back to slower thrusts, your clit rubbing perfectly against his pubic bone. Baekhyun sits up, bringing the two of you chest to chest before he slowly brings a hand up your back to grab a chunk of hair and yank your head back, exposing your neck. You let out a small moan as he places soft kisses. He smirks at you before changing his pace and flips you over to your back. He smiles as your legs are in the air and he slowly pumps himself in and out. “Fuck me harder” you beg. “Happily" he says before his face turns from a smile to dark. His thrusts are slow but powerful. He makes you shiver every time he thrusts in, hitting your G spot without a problem. Without a word, his pumps quicken as he consistently rams himself into your dripping pussy. “Play with my clit" you whine. Baekhyun removes a hand from your leg and places it in-between your thighs, spreading your lips and placing his thumb on the exact spot you need it. He begins to  rub as he continues to pound himself into you. “I’m not going to last much longer” he pants, his thrusts becoming sloppy again. “Choke me" you cry out. Baekhyun abandons your other leg, wrapping his large hand around your throat, giving it a tight squeeze. A few more thrusts and circles from his thumb, a stronger orgasm than before washes over you, pulsating through your body, leaving you breathless. A few hard thrusts and a few seconds later Baekhyun cums, soaking your walls with his juices. After milking himself, he half collapses on to you, the two of you breathing heavily. You both chuckle as he pulls out of you, laying his equally as sweaty body next to you. Just as you were about to say something, you're cut off by the sound of knocking on Baekhyun's hotel room door. "Shit." He whispered, looking at you with terrified eyes. He mouthed an apology to you before shoving you off the bed, leaving you naked in between the bed and the wall. "Come in." He says, clearing his throat, making sure he was covered. "Hey Baekhyun.." Lucas begins. "I heard some grunting.. just wanted to make sure you were okay?" He says, looking around the room. "Oh yeah, all good. Just working out." Baekhyun says awkwardly. "Naked. It's my naked workout time. Do you wanna join? We can not be naked. Unless you wanna be naked." He suggests. "Nah, I'm good." Lucas smiles, backing out the door. "Don't forget, flight leaves at 9am." He reminds Baekhyun. But he knew and he was trying to avoid talking about it or bringing it up for as long as he could. Lucas closes the door, and Baekhyun scrambles to the side of the bed you're beside. "Guess I should get going." You say, standing up and searching for your lingerie. "You don't.." Baekhyun begins before you cut him off. "It's fine. I get what this was. It was fun, you have to leave and go back to your life and I'll..go back to whatever mine is." You say. "It's fine. I knew this wouldn't turn into anything.. I mean look at the different worlds." You finish. "Are you done now?" He asks. You nod your head. "Finally. Look, I don't want to stop talking to you, or stop seeing you. I was going to suggest making long distance work until I can come back or you can come out there." He says, pulling his boxers on. "If you want." You stand there in your bra and panties with a giant smile on your face, trying to remain cool. "Yeah sure, I could do that." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "Don't sound so excited about it." He says, rolling his eyes.   The smile never leaves your face as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him, as he does you, holding you close for a few minutes. Another knock at his door breaks the two of you apart, knowing he now has to leave. "You go. I'll wait 10 minutes and then leave." You say holding back your tears. Yes you'd only met yesterday but it already felt like you've known him for a lifetime, things with him were just beginning and now they're ending just as fast as they began. "I'll text you." He says, placing a quick kiss on your lips before grabbing his bag and slipping out the door. Your heart sunk into your stomach at the thought of him getting on that plane and going back to Seoul, but you couldn't do anything. You had zero expectations of him texting you, and you sure as shit weren't going to text him first.   Just as you were leaving his room, your phone dings. Your stomach twists and turns with excitement as you see a text from Lisa, telling you where to meet them for breakfast. Thirty minutes later you arrive at the restaurant, after quickly running home to put on some clothes before going. "Why are you so happy?" Beth asks, referring to the giant smile on your face as you sit down next to her. "I'm just in a good mood." You laugh. A very good mood. "Bullshit. What or who did you do?" Maggie asks. "I'm not sure what you could be talking about." You murmur, avoiding eye contact. "You didn't." She gasps. "What?" You ask with an awkward laugh. "You slut!" Lisa screeches, making the other people turn to look at your table. "Oh ky god, what!?" You laugh.   "You and Baekhyun fucked didnt you?" Maggie asks. "When would that have even happened?" You ask, rolling your eyes. "You left us at 230am." She says. "Anytime after that." "I may or may not have gone to his hotel last night.." you pause, pursing your lips while they all sit there mouths hanging open. "Girls.. when I say he's big.. I mean he's biiiig." You smile, your facial expressions showing them exactly how big you meant. "Tell us everything." Lisa laughs. Leaning forward, you start from the beginning at the club, and how neither of you could take your eyes off one another. ** "You weren't naked working out last night, were you?" Kai asks Baekhyun, sitting next to him on the plane. "I was. I rather enjoy doing pilates.. naked." Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. "Really? I didn't know that. I also didn't know that you moaned like a girl when you worked out. Is 'fuck me harder' a part of thr pilates workout?" Kai laughs. "Actually it is." Baekhyun says, trying to keep a straight face. "Look, i don't wanna tell you what to do, Ayn seems like a great girl, but she seems to have a lot of shit going on." Kai says. "Just be careful." "We all have a lot of shit going on. That doesn't mean we're any less deserving of someone to care for us. I know what I'm doing." Baekhyun smiles. "Then I'm happy for you man." Kai smiles, closing his eyes, preparing to sleep for the long flight. ** You waited and waited for a text from Baekhyun, but nothing came. You understood when it was a few days, but after a week, you decided it was exactly what you expected. You had actually believed him when he told you it wasn't just a one night stand for him. When he told you he wanted more, that he would text you and facetime you. You knew people got busy and he was an idol but it didn't take too long to send a text, just a hey, how are you or something like that. The more you stared at your phone the more it made you sad that the last thing he sent to you was the hotel address. At least you would always have that night. Sitting in your bed, your blankets are wrapped around you as you scroll through the saddest sounds on your tiktok, tears welling in your eyes. Fuck this hurt. As you scroll, Maggie's name flashes across your screen in a phone call. "Hello?" You sniffle into the phone. "Come out." She tells you. "Beach day." That perked you up a bit. "Okay. Yes." You say, knowing it would be good for you to get out. You wiggle your way out of your bed, put on your cutest bikini and brush your hair before putting it up in a cute bun. You put on a little sun dress and your flip flops before grabbing a bottle of wine and heading to your car. When you're about twenty minutes away from the beach, your phone dings and since no one else is on the road with you, you decide to check it and see Baekhyun's name at the top of the text. He finally texted you! You smile down at your phone as you read the message. [1:23pm] Baekhyun ♡: Hey beautiful, I'm sorry it took me so long to text. Things have been crazy. But I miss you and I can't wait to see you again. Let's plan something soon, okay? You heart flutters, excitement taking over, until panic rushes in instead. You drop your phone when you hear the honking of another car, not realizing you had drifted into the other lane. Unable to get back into your lane in time, you go the other direction, your car crashing through the metal guard, the sound of metal scraping while you cry, trying to pump your brakes but they're not working. Everything happens so fast, one minute you're happy and driving, the next your car plummets into the water, sinking fast. You struggle to take your seat belt off, while also trying to kick out your windshield or even punch out your driver's side window. You can hear the people above, the people on land screaming and crying, begging someone to help you while you cry out yourself, pleading for someone to come save you but now it's too late, your car is completely submerged in the water. You wish you could breathe but you just keep sinking. Sinking. And sinking. Until the world fades to black. ** Baekhyun has his phone right beside him for the rest of the day as he actively waits for your reply. He saw that you read jt, but maybe you were just busy at the moment and couldn't reply, or maybe you were too busy fangirling to reply. Maybe you fainted? Maybe he took too long to text you? It's not that he didn't want to, but for the last week, from the moment he got off that plane, his schedule had been hectic. He had appearances, promotions, rehearsals, shows, and more. He barely had a moment to sit and breathe, eat or think. He wished he had messaged you sooner, just to let you know he was still thinking about you, that he hadn't forgotten. Great, you probably thought he used you for a one night stand type thing. He debated within himself if he should text you again, or leave it until tomorrow and send another message. Looking over at the clock, he decided that since it was so late he would wait to text you again, hopefully this time yielding a reply from you. ** That next morning he woke up, sending you a good morning text, but it didn't really go through. He thought it was strange that his text was green, but it didn't say not delivered. Maybe your phone was off or you forgot to charge it. [3:48pm August 23rd] Hey.. you're worrying me now. Are you okay? Please.. let me know. [11:54am August 24th] Seriously? Come on Ayn. Something, anything would be fine. He was trying to keep calm, trying to not think that you were ghosting him. But by the second week when none of his green texts turned blue and he hadn't heard anything, he felt like he understood now. You weren't interested anymore. You could have at least had the decency to tell him you weren't interested instead of ghosting him. Three weeks went by. Three weeks of him texting you and receiving nothing, not even a goddamn apology from you. This was it. He was done. He was tired of trying, of keeping his hopes up that maybe, just, maybe you'd message him back. ** Three weeks after the accident, you had finally woken up, and you were okay, for the most part. Your body wasn't like it used to be, considering you had been laying down for the last few weeks. Your muscles were weak, your body was sore, your left leg had a bit of a limp and you felt disgusting. This wasn't you. You weren't the girl who cried over her body, but you didn't recognize yourself anymore. When the doctor suggested you try Physical Therapy you were hesitant but Maggie reassured you that she would be there with you through it all. "My phone?" You ask, a few days later while stretching. "They're going to call me today. They're pretty sure they can back everything up." She tells you. Thank god. And they did. During the next three weeks of your therapy, you had four different tech guys working on your phone, trying to get your messages and contacts back but due to all the water damage, it was taking some time. Seven weeks after the accident, you were finally 98% percent back to your normal self, a few large cuts and bruises that still needed healing but mentally and physically you were feeling okay today. Today was also the day you got your phone back, contacts and messages and all. You couldn't wait, you felt terribly guilty for leaving Baekhyun on read like that for so long. You couldn't wait to message him, tell him everything that happened. You turn your phone on, and everything starts rolling in. Messages from Baekhyun, cute and sweet, and then they get frustrated and annoyed, and then he just gets mad. He goes from wondering if you were okay, to telling you that he thought you were different, to him telling you he thought Kai was right about you, and how he should have stayed away, that maybe you were too damaged for him. And then he's done. Your heart sinks but you can sort of see where he's coming from. You haven't messaged him in so long, but if he claimed to have liked you so much, then why didn't he try to reach out to anyone? Try to find out if something has happened to you? Regardless, you send him a text, trying your best to explain the situation in hopes that he understands. He should, who wouldn't? He didn't believe you? What did he mean he knows the truth? You were so confused. You tried to call him, multiple times but unfortunately for you, he denied your call each time. You got the hint. You weren't go8ng to be pushy with him, but it hurt your heart that he was acting like this. You had really liked him and now it seemed like he just wanted one thing from you that night and had no intentions of actually attempting to make things work with you. Just before you're about to walk away from your phone, it dings again, excitedly you look at it, hoping it Baekhyun but it's not. Instead it's from someone you want nothing to do with, Soyoung. Of course he was trying to get back in your life, unfortunately for him, no amount of apologies was going to work to get you to even talk to him. You had his toxic ass once, you didn't want it again. You'd rather get into another accident than deal with him. You turn on your TV, waiting for your show to come back on when an interesting commercial caught your eye. 'Become a teacher in Seoul. Live in South Korea for a year while you teach English.' This was it. This was your reason, besides trying to talk to Baekhyun for you to finally go to South Korea. 'Call 18004738234 now!' Picking up your cell phone, you dial the number with no hesitations. With the year you had, you needed a change in just about every aspect of your life. You were still coping with the loss of the baby you so wanted, despite who it would have been with, as well as your painful departure from Soyoung. Your meeting and falling out with Baekhyun, someone you really and truly could have seen yourself with for the long haul. The car accident, that even though you basically fully recovered, it took something from you and you didn't think you would be able to find whatever it was while staying in the States. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to apply for the job in Seoul. Yes I am a teacher." You smile. This was the change you needed. Three long weeks later you received your letter in the mail, the one telling you that you had been accepted into the teaching position and that you were to fly out to Seoul in exactly 1 weeks time. Squealing, you pick up your phone, making a call to your three best friends and asking them to meet you at your favorite restaurant. "So what are we all doing here?" Lisa asks, margarita in hand. "We are celebrating!" You announce. "Celebrating what?" Beth asks. "I was accepted into the teaching program in Seoul!" You announce, excitement plastered over your face. Beth and Lisa scream in excitement with you, while Maggie sits there, looking concerned about something. "Are you not happy for me?" You ask her. "It's not that. Just what's your reason to go to Seoul specifically? What do you think you'll find there?" She asks. "You know I've always wanted to go there." You say. "Yeah but are you going to see Baekhyun? I don't think that it's a good idea." She states. "What's with you? You were all for it in the beginning, what changed now? What if we're meant to be?" You ask. "You're not meant to be with him, okay? So just leave him alone." She spits, taking a sip of her drink. "What is your issue? I don't understand!" You yell. "My issue is that you're not ready for anything! You've been through alot and you were rushing! So I told him you weren't interested in him anymore." She whispers. (Flashback) Maggie sat beside your hospital bed, holding your hand as the ventilators breathed for you. Her heart ached for you while her mind tried to remain positive. She told herself over and over again that everything would be okay, that you would wake up soon. But everyday, that day never came. One day, she was scrolling through her Twitter when she noticed a DM waiting for her. As she opens it, she sees that it's Baekhyun, reaching out to her about you. Where were you? Were you okay? Taking a deep breath, she told him you were too nice to say it to him, but you don't want anything more with him. You got what you wanted from him and that was it and that you wished he wouldn't contact you anymore. Maggie felt terrible and Baekhyun never replied to her message, but she thought she was helping you, not hurting you. "When did you tell him?" You ask, trying to hold back the tears. "When you were first in the accident." She sighs. "I told him you only wanted him for the night and nothing else." "Wow." You laugh, no humor to be found. "And just what the fuck gives you the right to make those decisions for me?" "As your friend, I felt like it was my duty to help you when you couldn't help yourself. I wanted to protect you." She says. "Where was that when I was with Soyoung? He was so shitty yet you never said anything to me! And here I want to be with someone who is actually good and decent and you do that? Some fucking friend." You snap. "Where were you when he was threatening to hit me? I told you about that. Or when he yelled at me and talked down to me at the restaurant when we were out for dinner, you sat there silently. So don't try and act like you were protecting me from Baekhyun. There was nothing I needed protecting from. I needed you back then. Before he broke me down." You finish,walking out of the restaurant. ** For the rest of the week you spoke to no one. You ignored the calls from Maggie, the apology texts, and the texts from Beth and Lisa telling you to just take it easy on her. She was trying to be a friend. You hadn't planned on ignoring them until they took her side. You knew she was wrong, and so did they but they still took her side. You were over it. Your stomach was excitedly nervous as you boarded your plane. Sitting in your seat, your mind begins to wander, thinking about what you want. This was your chance to find out who you were by yourself. You had finally realized that you had no idea who you were or the woman you were supposed to be. You had always done what made Soyoung happy, bringing yourself down to lift him up, taking his abuse just so he would be happy and you have someone that told people they loved you. You had a hard time believing that you deserve any love because you weren't the smallest woman, the prettiest, the smartest, basically you serent good enough to be loved. But now that you have been alone, thinking about what you want and what kind of life you want you realized something. You deserve all the love in the world. You were an amazing, beautiful woman who was good enough. You were too good for Soyoung, and you were good enough for Baekhyun. ** When you arrived in South Korea, you knew you had a lot of work to do. First you had to find your apartment that you were sharing with another teacher, who had been here for a few months already and would be able to show you the ropes, and get settled in. But you also had to figure out how to run into Baekhyun. You just needed to explain to him what Maggie had done and how you had absolutely no part in it and didn't believe anything she had said. You tried to message him but he had blocked you on everything. Instagram, Twitter, Messaging, this was your only shot and this time you wouldn't blow it. You couldn't. You felt it in your bones that Baekhyun was meant to be your happily ever after. That you endured all you did because it led you to where he was, and where he was, was where you were supposed to be. ** Your first week in Seoul was.. well challenging. Gaining your students' trust, the beginning of teaching them how to speak English, it all started out a little bit rough. But as the time went on things became easier, your students began catching on, they started to feel more comfortable around you and you felt like you were finally home. This was where you were supposed to be, with these students, in this city, doing what you loved. As time went on and you stayed in Korea, you came to love yourself. Everyday you worked on yourself, becoming a stronger, happier version of yourself. Through the first year you were there, you made multiple changes to yourself. You dye your hair, started working out to feel better,  even made some friends who you went out with on the weekend. But there was still something in your life that you felt was missing. You hadn't dated anyone. Sure, there were a few guys you'd gone on dates with but for whatever reason they never worked out, or stuck and most of the time it was something about them you didn't like. Or they just didn't fit well with you, or the fact that they weren't Baekhyun. It had been a year since you spoke to him and he still crossed your mind at least once a day. You partially kept up with how he was doing through the tabloids but once it was rumored he had a girlfriend, you left it alone. Even though you'd been working on yourself, you didn't think you could handle it if there was any truth to it. Once your year working was up, you were offered full-time employment with your class, if you wanted to stay and continue to teach. You most definitely accepted it right then and there. That night you went out with some teacher friends to celebrate in Itaewon, which also happens to be a well known place that Idols like to frequent. You'd be lying if you said you didn't hope to even just catch a glimpse of his beautiful face in person instead of on a screen. After taking a few shots, you are dragged to the dance floor by one of the male teachers who you knew had a bit of a thing for you. The attention was nice, you were flattered but you were not interested and he seemed to have a hard time taking the hint that you didn't want anything sexual with him. He spins you around so your back is facing him, his hands on your hips trying to guide them to grind your ass on him. You turn around and tell him again, you're not interested in dancing with him like that, and he gets mad. "Why won't you just return my fucking feelings?" Kyungdo yells, grabbing your wrist to pull you into him. You try to pull your wrist from his grip, but his hand is holding onto you so tightly you can't.  "Please. You're hurting me." You whimper. "I'm not interested." You yell. Kyundo rolls his eyes, pulling you away from the dance floor, towards the door to leave the building, when you're stopped with a hand on your free wrist. "She said she wasn't fucking interested." A familiar voice yells, pulling you closer. Turning your head, you see the handsome man you had seen a year ago, his eyes dark, his lips pursed while his face even pissed off, was beautiful. "Mr. Byun. I'm a huge fan. Don't mind my girlfriend, she's just being difficult." Kyungdo says, bowing to Baekhyun who looks less than impressed. "Girlfriend?" He asks, looking at you. You shake your head no. Baekhyun peels Kyungdo's fingers from around your wrist, dropping his arm. "Leave her alone." He snaps, pulling you away from the now annoyed man. "Thank you." You say ask Baekhyun to pull you into a quiet, dark room. "Why are you here?" He asks. "I've been teaching here for a year. They asked me to stay so i'm out celebrating tonight." You whisper. "Fuck." He hisses, pushing you against the wall. "You shouldn't be here. It was easier when you weren't." "What Maggie told you.. wasn't the truth. I was in a coma for 3 weeks.. it happened the day you texted me. She thought she was protecting me." You say, needing him to know the truth. "So you never said any of that?" He asks. "No and I told you I didn't." You say. "I was mad. And confused." He admits. "I shouldn't have believed her." "No you shouldn't have." "I can't believe you're here. I've missed you." He breathes, his face so close to yours. Ring Ring Ring Baekhyun sighs, answering his phone frustrated.  "Hello?" He snaps. "Oh hi babe. Yeah I'll come over when I'm done. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Bye." He says, hanging up his phone. "You have a girlfriend?" You ask. "I do." He says, backing away from you. "Shit." "I mean.. old friends can catch up right?" You ask. "And talk." "You're right. Definitely. What's your KKT?" He asks you. You give him your chat ID before hugging and going your separate ways. Not even 10 minutes later he messages you, telling you how much he missed you and how often he thought about you in the last year. [2:43am] You: If I'm being honest, there wasn't a day that went by that I never thought about you too. It might sound creepy but I've been keeping up with you from watching things online. [2:46am] Baekhyun: Oh yeah no, that's not creepy at all. Hahah. It's good to talk to you again and it was good to see you.  You look great, minus the creep. Let me know if he bothers you again. [2:50am] You: unfortunately I have to work with him, so I'm sure he will be an issue. [2:53am] Baekhyun: Just let me know and I'll take care of it. [2:56am] You: i will. Good night Baekhyun. [2:59am] Baekhyun: Goodnight, beautiful. ** The next week you took your students out for a walking field trip, and imagine your surprise when you end up running into Baekhyun at the park. Of course, most of your female students start to lose their minds. "Guys, this is my good friend, Byun Baekhyun." You say, introducing them to him. The smile on Baekhyun's face fades away as you mention him as your friend. "Hello! Yes, I am Ms. L/N's friend." He says through gritted teeth. "It's so nice to meet you all." An hour later, Baekhyun had taken pictures and signed autographs for all the children in your class, leaving them beaming on their walk back to school. You can feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you just know that it is Baekhyun. Opening your app, you were right, he was complaining about what you had called him. [11:13am] Baekhyun: Your friend?? So now we're just friends?? [11:15am] You: Yes we're just friends. Lol. You have a girlfriend, remember. [11:21am] Baekhyun: but still. You owe me. Date, tonight. [11:25am] You: if it's just as friends, i'm all in. [11:28am] Baekhyun: yeah sure, friends. The rest of the afternoon you spent trying to teach, but also trying to plan out your outfit in your head. You and Baekhyun were friends now, and that was good. He had a girlfriend and that was fine, because you were friends. But you didn't want to just be friends. You so wantex more with him. You wanted to kiss him, hold hands, cuddle, have him fuck you. But again, he had a girlfriend. You had to tell yourself that multiple times that afternoon as your thoughts would begin to wander into the dirty neighborhood, thinking about your first time together, the way his hands felt on your body, the way his lips moved against yours, the way your bodys meshed together perfectly. He had a girlfriend. ** That night Baekhyun picked you up in his Audi, playing a song that you'd heard on tiktok quite often, the trend of the men moving to their back seats. Your pussy instantly became wet. He had a girlfriend.   "So what's the plan?" You ask, getting comfortable in the passenger seat. "Ice cream?" He asks. With a smile on your face, you nod yes. Who could ever say no to ice cream? As the two of you drive to a stand way out of Seoul, Baekhyun rests his hands on your bare thigh, causing your clit to throb. He had a girlfriend. You could feel his thumb moving, rubbing your thigh in circles. Fuck. You wanted him bad and you wanted him now. "Stop the car." You say, taking a deep breath. "Everything okay?" He asks, pulling over to the side of the highway, parking the car. "You can't do that.. you can't rub my leg like that." You breathe heavily. "You're turning me on and you have a girlfriend." "Am i turning you on? I haven't even done anything yet." He smirks. "Stop it." You warn him, a hint of a smile on your face. "So you don't want me to do this?" He asks, leaning over, placing a soft, sweet kiss on your lips. You feel like you might faint. "N-no." You stutter. "Or this?" He asks, running his hand from your face down over your breasts, to your thighs, stopping at the hem of your skirt. "Fuck." You whisper. You look over at Baekhyun who slouched back in his seat, slightly bucking his hips, showing off his very large hard cock through his pants. You lick your lips as your body begins to move towards him, before your mind even realizes what you're doing. You reach your hand over, rubbing his clothed cock, his head thrown back against the seat, little moans escape his lips. "Shit." He grunts, bucking his hips once again. You reach your other hand over, working on undoing buttons and zippers. Baekhyun helps you by pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. It was bigger than you remembered, but just as thick. You get up on your knees on the passenger seat, leaning over to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, slurping up the pre cum that had been spilling down. You wrap one hand around his length, pumping him while you twirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. "Oh my god." He groans, pushing your head down deeper, making you swallow his cock. You bring your head up, taking a breath before you begin sucking more harshly, Baekhyun's hand remaining on the back of your head, pushing you down. "Stop stop stop." He begs. You lift your head, letting go of his cock with a pop. "I'm gonna cum if you keep going and the only place I wanna cum right now is in your pussy. Back seat. Now." He demands. With a giddy smile, you crawl to the backseat of his car right behind him. Baekhyun sits in the middle seat, his legs spread wide with his cock standing tall, waiting for you to sink down on it. You hike up your skirt, moving your panties to the side while you straddle him, before lining yourself up and sinking down on his cock, stretching out your walls. You pull down your low cut shirt, exposing your perky tits. Baekhyun takes one in his mouth, gently sucking and tugging on your nipple, while you bounce on his cock. "I've missed the way your tight pussy grips my cock." He groans, helping you move your hips to ride him. Baekhyun reaches his hand up, grabbing a clump of your hair, tugging your head towards him, bringing your lips to his. Immediately he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You quicken the pace, grinding yourself on his cock, your clit being rubbed the perfect way. "Oh god, yes." Yoh cry out, breaking the kiss. "Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock." Baekhyun grunts, lifting himself to meet your thrusts, holding you tightly. The two of you are too distracted and desperate for your orgasms, you don't hear Baekhyun's phone ring, two different times. "I'm.. cumming." You cry out, wrapping your arms around Baekhyun's neck, holding him tight as you ride through your high. He continues with his hands on your hips, bouncing you on his cock as he chases his own oragsm. "Fuck." He cries, grunting as he shoots his cum inside you, filling you up. The two of you sit there for a moment, catching your breath before you hear Baekhyun's phone ringing again. "Pass that to me." He says, his cock still inside you. You reach back, grabbing his phone and with the way you moved you can feel his cock growing hard again inside you. "Goddamn." He groans, thrusting into you again. He looks at his caller ID, and puts a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet while he answers the call. "Hello?" He answers. You circle your hips on his cock. "Whats up?" He asks. You grab your breasts, pinching your nipples. "Yeah no that's fine." He says, clearing his throat. You let out a small moan. Baekhyun reaches his hand up, covering your mouth while you start to really ride his cock. "Look, they're calling me back. I gotta go." He moans, his hand still covering your mouth. "Bye." He says, hanging up the phone, tossing it back up front. "You're a bad girl." He smiles, pulling you in for a kiss. ** For the next few weeks you and Baekhyun would meet up and nine times out of ten, you ended up hooking up. Everytime before you met up, you told yourself you wouldn't sleep with him again but then he would give you a look, or say something that made you melt and give into him. Of course you felt guilty, but you couldn't help yourself. Baekhyun was like that addiction that you couldn't escape. He was the one thing in your life you didn't want to get rid of. "We need to talk." You say, panting as Baekhyun pulls himself out of you. "Do we have too?" He pouts, laying down next to you, his cock still hard. "Yes we do. You have a girlfriend. We can't keep doing this." You say as he sighs. "I know. I know we can't but I don't want to give you up, and it's not like her and I are really heading anywhere, anyways." He says. "Then why not end it?" You ask. "It's good for publicity." He says, pulling you in close to him. "When the time comes, things with her will be done and then you and I can announce our relationship." He smiles. "Are we in a relationship?" You ask. "I would like for you to be my girlfriend." He tells you. "She's my girlfriend on paper but you're mine in real life. You're all I've ever wanted." He smiles, rubbing his head. "Are you sure you want a low class teacher?" You ask. "I couldn't ask for anyone better." He smiles, holding you even closer. ** Dating Byun Baekhyun was hard. Much harder than you had actually anticipated. He was always busy with rehearsal, if not that then promotions, variety shows, interviews, concerts, meetings etc. The list always went on and on. Of course he did his best to make time for you, but at the moment, his relationship with his girlfriend was at its most important peak, so often you found yourself watching videos of them being out in public together, posing together, featuring each other on their social media. Basically doing all the things you wish he could do with you but is unable to. You did your beat to remain positive but the lack of seeing each other, the secluded dates and whispered phone calls were beginning to be a little too much for you. Especially today, when you checked your Instagram and are mey with a very romantic photo of Baekhyun kissing this girl. A kiss that looks sincere and serious. The next photo he looked insanely happy. Maybe it wasn't just for the press, what he had with this girl. Maybe he had real genuine feelings for her but did also for you and didn't know how to choose. Maybe you should just make it easier for him and end things now, before you get anymore attached because if you do, you will never be able to leave, no matter what happens. You want to take your time with this, really think about it before you make a rash decision. You left your apartment, going for a walk to clear your head instead. As you walk passed an alley, you're pulled inside and pinned against the wall by a scary looking woman. "Leave Baekhyun and his girlfriend alone, homewrecker." She shouts, slamming you into the wall before running off. Startled, you ran back to your apartment, calling Baekhyun immediately. "Hi baby." He whispered into the phone. "I'm done, Baekhyun.. i can't do this anymore. Someone just told me to stay away from you and Hwasa. It's just too much and I can't." You say panicked into the phone before hanging up. You toss your phone on the couch, not wanting to talk anymore to him. Your whole body is shaking as you turn on your shower. Shivers spread down your spine as you undress, stepping into the hot water, trying to calm your nerves. "It's okay." You whisper to yourself, taking a deep breath. Twenty minutes later you're still in the shower, sitting on the floor, knees to your chest when your bathroom door opens and Baekhyun walks in. "Baby. You can't do that." He sighs, taking off his clothes to join you. "I can't do this anymore Baekhyun. And it's not just the girl. It's the secret dates, no being in public, not seeing you. It's too hard." You cry. "I know." He whispers, pulling you up and into his arms, the one place that never fails to make you feel safe and secure. "All I want to do is make you happy, so that's what I'm going to do. I'll get this sorted out okay? You need to talk to me. I can't fix things if I don't know what needs fixing." He says. You knew he was right. But you were scared. "I'm all in. Are you?" He asks. You nod your head yes. "Good. I have an idea." He smiles. "Stay there." He tells you, pulling out his phone. A few minutes later, your phone dings, notifying you that Baekhyun was live on his Instagram account, and you felt nervous. You had a feeling you knew what he was going to do but you weren't sure. If there was one thing that you knew about Baekhyun, he was unpredictable and usually liked asking for forgiveness more than asking for permission. "Hello everyone! How are you?" He smiles. You watch him walk around your living room, answering some of the questions. "You're right. I'm not in my usual place. This is a new place. No, it's not Hwasa's." He laughs. "I actually have something to tell you guys." Your stomach drops. What was he doing? "Hwasa and I were never a couple, really. It was for sales for her new album, our managers thought it was good marketing." He says. "No, I'm not single. Guys, I'd like you to meet the love of my life, my beautiful Ayn." He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to him. "She and I met a year and a half ago at a Super M meet and greet. We've recently reconnected and I couldn't be happier." He smiles. You look absolutely terrified. You know Baekhyun stans and they could be vicious, vile and just mean. You managed to peek at the comments, and surprisingly they were mainly positive. 'She's so beautiful' 'What a lucky girl!!' 'I ship it!!' Your heart melted at the fact that people were a tally supporting the two of you, something you never expected to happen. "Thank you for all the kind words but now I have to go and make some calls." He laughs, looking at his phone lighting up with texts from his manager, telling him to call him, now. "You didn't have to do that!" You say, after he ends his live. "I didn't but I wanted to. I never want you to feel less than in this relationship, Ayn." He tells you, making you melt. "But now my manager is losing his mind. I have to go. I'll call you later. I love you." He smiles, placing a kiss on your lips before answering his phone and leaving your apartment. Was this real life? Because it sure didn't feel like it. To think you had gone from Soyoung who rarely wanted to be seen in public with you, to Baekhyun who announced his love for you on his Instagram live, in front of millions of fans, was insane. The difference between a toxic relationship and a non toxic one was amazing and you loved it. ** Later that evening, Baekhyun had called you, asking you to come over because he wanted you to have dinner with him and the rest of Super M. Of course you said yes, they were basically his family and you wanted to get to know them better. You only had to knock once before the door was opened for you by Mark, who had a giddy smile on his face. "Nice to see you again. Baekhyun's in the kitchen..but" He pauses "Do you think I could have Lisa's number?" He asks right away. With a laugh you give him the number he desperately seeked, running off the moment he got it. Walking over to the kitchen, you open the door partially before you hear a conversation you're not sure if you should be interrupting.   "She's not good for you Baek." Someone says. "How do you know? You won't even give her a chance." Baekhyun responds. "Kai, i'm sick of this. Back off. I love her. I'm going to marry that girl." "You're going to make her life hard. Harder than it already is. She's damaged goods. You deserve more." Kai says. You know he's right. Even though you've been trying to work on yourself, you're a mess and you likely always will be. Did you want to put Baekhyun through that? Your random mood swings, issues with alcohol, problems with fertility. He probably wanted a family but you weren't sure if you could give him that. "Yeah I know I deserve more. I deserve a better friend who supports me." Baekhyun scoffs. "Don't talk shit about her again. There's nothing wrong with her. Everyone has baggage, everyone has issues, if I didn't want to be there for her and help her through the problems, I wouldn't have bothered. But that's what you do when you love someone. You're there for them regardless if it's good or bad, or you're mad at them or not. Her last relationship was terrible.. she was treated like dirt so yeah there are some problems." Baekhyun says. "But.." Kai starts, before being cut off. "But nothing. You're choosing to see the bad, when I'm looking at the good. She's beautiful, funny and smart. She's got a mouth on her like a sailor and drinks like liquor is going out of style, but she's also generous and courageous and loyal." He tells Kai. This man. This man makes your heart melt. "Im done talking about this. Don't bring it up again. She's my future." He finishes, opening the door to the living room, seeing you standing there with tears in your eyes. "Did you.." he pauses. You nod your head. "Shit. Im sorry baby." He apologises. "I'm too problematic for you." You whisper with a sniffle. "That's one of the many things I love about you." He laughs, taking your hand to drag you into the dining room. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and jokes between you and the rest of the guys. Kai was quiet for most of the night, not actively participating in the conversations. "What's wrong?" Taemin asks him. "I don't think it's a good idea." Kai says, glaring at you. "What have i ever done to you?" You ask him. You're tired of this. You've never done anything to Kai for him to dislike you this much. "I've become quite close to Soyoung, and he's told me quite a bit about you." Kai says. "I didn't want to tell you Baekhyun, but since you're not listening to anything else I guess I'll have too." "Tell me what?" Baekhyun asks. "Ayn here went crazy on Soyoung. He went out with friends one night, and when he came home she had trashed his entire apartment, was screaming and crying and threatened him with a knife. Is that the type of woman you want?" Kai asks. You are still there with tears welling up in your eyes. He wasn't wrong, but clearly Soyoung didn't tell him the full story either. "Do you know why that had happened? Did he tell you?" You ask, your voice shaky. "He said he didn't do anything. You just lost it on him." Kai says smugly. "Hah. Sounds like him." You sniffle. "So I guess he didn't tell you earlier that night before he left he had hit me a few times? Told me that I was stupid and useless and a waste of skin. Said that I deserved to be hit, that maybe it would knock some sense into me." You cry. "Did he tell you that when he came home he tried to hit me again, and that's why i threatened him with a knife? I fully admit to trashing his apartment but I think I had a pretty good reason. Same with threatening him. I was sticking up for my life. Remember there's two sides to every story before you start sticking up for a woman beater." You snap, standing up from your chair. "I'm sorry." You whisper to everyone, hurriedly leaving the room. "You're a piece of fucking work." Baekhyun snaps at Kai, leaving the table to follow you. While he walks away he can hear the rest of the members standing up for you. Baekhyun opens the front door and finds you crouched down, crying into your hands. "Come here." He whispers, picking you up and bringing you to his room. He lays you on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around you as you cry into his chest. "I'm sorry." You whimper.   "You have nothing to apologize for." He tells you. "You deserve someone not so fucked up." "I don't want anyone else. Just you. Past and all." He answers. "I don't think I can have children." You say. "We will figure it out when it is time to." He tells you. "I just want you." You fell asleep that night still wrapped in his arms, never have been feeling more safe. ** Over the next few months, Baekhyun had been hinting at a surprise he had for you, but refused to give you any details on it, telling you that you had to wait, that it called for the right moment. Then one morning, he called you at 7am and told you to get ready and be ready by 8am. Today was the day for your surprise. Baekhyun picked you up in front of your apartment, making sure to blind fold you before leaving anywhere. "Any guesses?' He asks, driving to a special destination. "Breakfast?" You ask, hungrily. He laughs. "No baby, sorry." "I don't know." You sigh, waiting for the ride to be over. A little while later the car stops and Baekhuun brings you inside a noisy building. You can hear announcements over the speakers, so you knew it was the airport. "Are we going somewhere?" You ask. "Nope." He answers, taking off your blindfold and making you face him. "Are you ready." He asks. You give him a look before he turns you around and you see your three best friends running towards you. The tears are instant as you run towards them, embracing them all at once. "W-what? How? Oh my god." You cry, holding them all tightly. "Baekhyun set it up." Lisa cries. Letting go of the group, you hug Beth first, then Lisa, leaving Maggie for last. You hadn't talked to her much, since you hadn't left things very good between the two of you. "I'm sorry." She whispers as he hugs you tightly. "I'm so so sorry." "It's the past. It's okay. Let's leave it there." You say, hugging her back. ** That night, the five of you went for dinner at a fancy restaurant and for whatever reason Baekhyun was very nervous. He sat there, his leg shaking as you four girls talked about everything. His mind seemed to be off in space, as he thought hard about something. No matter how many times you asked, he was always telling you that things were fine and that he was just letting you guys all catch up. After you all had eaten, Baekhyun stood up from his seat abruptly, looking you in the eyes as he got down on one knee, pulling out a ring box. You sat there shocked, with your mouth opened wide as your friend squealed and screamed. "Ayn L/N. You are the light and love of my life. Would you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?" He asks. You can't speak, just nod. So that's what you did. You nodded yes a million times, unable to even believe that he had just proposed to you. You got to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life. ** A year later, you're in a room with your best friends, while you wear a big poofy white dress. "Just do it after." Beth whines. "No I need to do it now." You demand. With a sigh, the four of you make the way into the bathroom. They all lift up your giant dress, letting you stick the small test underneath you while you pee on it quickly. "How long do we wait?" You ask, placing the test on the sink. "Three minutes." Maggie answers. Your stomach twists and turns as you wait the longest three minutes of your life. The doctor had told you and Baekhyun to not get your hopes up and that the chances of you ending up pregnant were slim to none. So when you missed your period and felt nauseous, you were skeptical but decided to take the test anyways and now was the moment of truth. You grab the test, turning it over and see two very bright pink lines. Positive. You do your best not to cry, not wanting to ruin your makeup before you get married. "Bride, lets go." You hear from outside the bathroom. Making sure you're okay, you head out, your new friend, and escort down the hall Kai waiting for you. You link arms as the grand double doors open, revealing Baekhyun waiting for you down the aisle while your friends and family fill up the room. "Welcome everyone. We have gathered her today to witness the union of Ayn L/N and Byun Baekhyun." The officiant says. "Before we begin, is there anyone who thinks this couple should not be wed?" You nervously waited for someone to say something but when it didn't come, you told him to continue. "The couple has written their own vows." The officiant says, letting the two of you speak. "I promise to always love you, even when things are bad, to never yell, or leave angry. I promise to always tell you how beautiful you are and hold you when you're sad. But most of all, I promise to always remind you that you are good enough, too good for this world and for me, and I promise to never let you forget it." Baekhyun whispers, holding back his tears. "I promise to always love you, be there for you through the good and the bad and in between. I promise to always support you in the decisions you make, and to always remind you how important you are to me. I promise to be your rock when you need it, your everything." You cry. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." He says. Baekhyun pulls you in for a kiss, dipping you down before bringing you back up. ** Later that night, during the reception dance, you slide your test to Baekhyun, leaving him speechless. "Are you serious?" He asks. "Doctors appointment Monday." You whisper, crying again. "Why are you crying?" He asks, pulling you into him. "What if it doesn't stick? What if I'm not a good mom if it does?" You ask. "Baby." He smiles. "It will stick. You're perfect. You'll be an amazing mom, you know why?" He akss. "Why?" "Because you are good enough." For once in your life, you finally believed someone when they said that. You knew Baekhyun wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. You always have and will be, good enough.

[shutupandshipit]

A Scene Meant to be Secret - Oneshot

Summary: Sero had the worst luck of the entire class and a bad habit of walking into situations that inevitably scarred him for life.

Or where Sero should really stop walking around at night and just sleep instead. Sero's POV of some soft Bakugou and Midoriya.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for the wound description)

Notes: Here, have another outside POV of BakuDeku. Aizawa's POV was fun and so was this, so I might just keep writing them. Hope you guys enjoy!

Sero had the worst luck of the entire class and a bad habit of walking into situations that inevitably scarred him for life. He wished he could give the seemingly supernatural power away to someone like Mineta or Hagakure who might enjoy using it, but he was cursed to live with it, so he did.

Just last week, he'd walked in on Mina and Kirishima vigorously making out just as she was slipping her hand into his shorts. They were supposed to be studying, but that's what he got for not knocking.

Then, the week before that, he'd found Mineta rifling through a pile of dirty magazines and unsolicited pictures of girls from around the school in the middle of the night. He'd been at the table in the common room, salivating and utterly disgusting.

While Sero didn't know why he'd decided that was a good place to do that, he pushed that out of his mind. Instead of questioning, he burned the pile immediately on the back lawn while Mineta watched and shouted and squirmed. He had the hope that whatever demons or bad luck followed pictures taken without girls' knowledge would be dispelled with the burning of them. Unfortunately, now Mineta starred as his ever present sleep paralysis demon.

Then the week before that, he'd come across Aoyama and a pile of cheese. He hadn't stuck around long enough to find out what that was all about, but nightmares about the scene haunted him just to this day.

So, when he walked down to the common room closer to midnight than lights out, he wasn't really that surprised to hear a scuffle down below.

"Deku," he heard Bakugou growl roughly, and a quiet shushing.

"Ssh, stop being a baby. Do you want Mr. Aizawa to come out and catch us?"

He stalled on the stairs, straining his ears for what exactly was going on. If it wasn't anything crazy, then he could get some juice and just go back to bed. Maybe he could break up whatever fight was brewing before it even started. If it was something weird or crazy... Well, he wasn't equipped to handle that on his own and would just go back to his room without getting anything.

Silently stepping off the last stair, he peaked around the corner. The soft warm light from one of the overhead stove lights illuminated Bakugou and Midoriya sitting by the stove where a steaming bowl and a pot on a burner sat. Steam rose thick from the pot, but neither moved to get it.

Midoriya dipped a rag into the bowl at his elbow. "You need to be more careful, Kacchan. What if you had moved a second slower? You could have lost your eye because of that guy. Why do you have to fight everyone?" he reprimanded, wiping at the blood streaking down from a cut running straight from the corner of Bakugou's tightly closed eye back along the side of his head.

His hands were shaking.

Bakugou laughed hoarsely. "That's rich coming from you, Deku. You're just as bad as I am, you just don't start the fights. I saw you hit that guy. How's your knuckles?"

Silence fell in the room, and Sero fought the urge to swallow. If he did, they'd surely hear him. He'd never seen these two be soft with each other, and why would he have? They'd been at each other's throats since the first day of class.

Midoriya continued bandaging Bakugou's face without comment, still glaring at the other teen. When he was done, he tossed the rag back into the bowl and got up to pour water from the pot into two waiting cups.

"Deku-"

"I'm fine!" Midoriya snapped.

Sero had never heard Midoriya talk to Bakugou like that. His breath caught in his chest, and he held it there. Midoriya turned back as Bakgou caught his fingers. Just that one touch had Sero's mind reeling. What was he witnessing?

"You're shit at lying. Give me your hand."

With a sigh, Midoriya turned and let himself be pulled close until he was standing between Bakugou's knees while he examined his hand between their bodies. The top of Bakugou's head looked like it was touching Midoriya's chest from where Sero stood.

Midoriya flinched above him, and Katsuki murmured, "You're going to have to get this checked out by Recovery Girl in the morning. I think something is broken."

It was so quiet in the dorms, Sero could hear the water boiling in the pot, the sound of every breath they took and how they'd synced up.

"I'll be fine," Midoriya mumbled, and Sero flinched away from the scene as he felt more than heard Bakugou's anger rise.

He took a moment to catch his breath as Bakugou started shouting.

"Stop playing the fucking martyr! You want your hand to get more fucked up than it already is? You want to not be able to move it at all? Is that what you want, Deku? Because it's not-"

Sero peaked out again as Bakugou suddenly went quiet, just panting out his frustration.

Midoriya had his hand over Bakugou's eyes, staring softly down at him. "Breath, Kacchan, you're starting to panic again. Calm down, please. You're going to reopen your wounds."

"I can't calm down when you're always getting hurt," Bakugou growled, curling his fists in Midoriya's t-shirt at his waist, "And then refusing to go to Recovery Girl when there's clearly something wrong. There's nothing wrong with asking for help."

"Says the guy who is way to stubborn to ask for help himself," Midoriya teased, leaning closer though his hand remained over Bakugou's eyes, "So stubborn."

"Same to you."

"I learned how to from you." When he dipped his head down, catching Bakugou's parted lips, Sero couldn't hold in his gasp of surprise.

A hand slapped over his mouth to silence him though, and the other two seemed too preoccupied as Bakugou wrapped his arms around Midoriya's waist to hear him.

The hand dragged Sero away and back up the stairs, holding him hard against a soft chest. When they were finally on the second floor landing, Sero wriggled free of the hold and turned to find open air. "Hagakure?" he whispered after a moment of confusion.

She shushed him loudly, a hand slapping back over his mouth. "Shut up or they'll hear you!"

"What the hell is going on anyway?" Sero whispered back quickly, eyes searching for something to latch onto, but there was nothing. It was disconcerting that he knew Hagakure had to be naked and that she found it a good idea to walk around naked. Really, the whole situation, Midoriya, Bakugou and Hagakure made him uncomfortable. All he'd wanted was some juice.

"Nobody knows about them. This happens a lot though."

"What? Them making out in the kitchen?"

Hagakure's laugh was quiet, just a breath, and he could imagine her smothering it with a fist. "No.  Them coming back after curfew and sitting in the kitchen to talk. It happens all the time. I assume the kissing happens while they're out."

"How has Mr. Aizawa caught them yet?"

Hagakure hummed. "I think he has, but whatever they're doing must be important. Or they only get caught in the kitchen, so he can't do anything about it. They come back all banged up a lot of the time too."

"That's so weird," Sero whined.

Again, she hummed. "Maybe. I think it's sweet."

Sero groaned, but didn't resist as she pulled him quietly back down the stairs. When he peaked around the corner, the pair was just breaking apart from their embrace.

Midoriya reached for the cups, handing one to Bakugou before sitting back down to hook his foot around Bakugou's calf. He smiled. "Are you ready for the test?"

"Okay, I'm going to go make some noise," Hagakure whispered in his ear before her presence was gone.

Sero swung back around, pressing his back to the wall as she trampled down the stairs.

"Shit," Bakugou whispered, and the scramble of scooting stools was loud in the quiet.

Hagakure moved passed Sero with a brush of air, and she gasped theatrically. "Oh! Midoriya, Bakugou, hi! Couldn't sleep either? What are you drinking?"

"Oh, evening, Hagakure. It's just, uh, some peppermint tea," Midoriya mumbled.

Taking a breath, Sero followed Hagakure out, rubbing at the back of his head as Hagakure prattled on near the others. He retrieved what he wanted from the fridge and hurried away, but not fast enough apparently.

"Hey, Elbows!" Bakugou called before he could make it to the stairs and he stalled, turning back to smile widely at him.

Sero really hoped he didn't look suspicious. "Yeah, Bakubro, what's up?"

"Make sure to sleep. I've not going to go easy on you in training today just because you're fucking tired. You got that?"

"Sure, sure," Sero said, waving him off as he mounted the stairs. Well, at least he could count on Bakugou's attitude to never change towards him, but man, he really did wish he could just forget about what he'd seen.

[daydreambouquet]

Zack never survived the Nibel Reactor and therefore couldn't rescue Cloud from Hojo's clutches. From this single point of divergence, the story unfolds.

Better go get a cup of your favorite goddamn tea to drink while you read.

Preview of Chapter 20 - Rocket Town

Cloud watches Aerith from across the camp at midnight. Her latest exhibition of power leaves him uneasy. Inflicting paralysis without materia is a feat he’s only seen once before, on the cargo ship, when that phantom of Jenova froze him in place. During Barret’s tale of their harrowing escape from the Turks at the Nibel Reactor, Cloud had been the only one not smiling. The trio Barret described are Shinra’s elite, a scalpel when discretion and precision are essential. Nobody should have been able to flee the Turks like that.

Aerith had rescued them, again. Only this time, it was an offensive manifestation, not just healing winds.

He wonders what would happen if she ever turns that power against them. Against him.

Aerith tilts her head and peers in his direction amidst a wall of darkness. He looks away after catching her eyes. They are the only two awake, and it’s very quiet. The team has been taking watch in pairs, given the escalation of pursuit. She resumes her gaze upwards. The long braid sways down her back. It’s a clear night. They are still in the mountains, and paranoia is creeping over Cloud like rust. He opts to take the second and third shifts and keeps his attention honed on Aerith while she sleeps.

The night is uneventful. A few drones fly by overhead, but without a campfire the group remains inconspicuous.

In the morning, they discuss next steps. Bugenhagen had said the ancient temple is on an island, but with Shinra hot on their trail, commercial transit isn’t wise due to ID scans, and it’s unlikely anyone would charter them.

“So we steal a ship,” Yuffie says.

“And who would drive it?” Cloud asks. “You?”

“Steer. You steer a ship. And no, I don’t know how to steer a ship.”

Tifa stretches. “What about an airplane? Maybe we can convince a local to help us?”

Barret shakes his head. “With what? We got no gil, no reputation. And now there’s, what, eight of us? Ha, that’s a lot to transport in secret.”

Cloud agrees. Shinra will no doubt have all airspace locked down. Those hunter-killers are flooding the skies, and the nearest port for any overseas ships is Costa del Sol, which is very far.

“Got any more sudden reveals of vehicles?” he asks Cait Sith.

The cat, sadly, does not.

The mountains break into plains, verdant and endless. Everyone is nervous about the open space. In the distance, a bronze structure juts upwards, outlined by the bright blue sky. It appears to be an old rocket, complete with structural scaffolding, but at an angle that suggests it will never fly.

“Aha, Rocket Town!” Yuffie says.

Cloud’s heard of this. Yes, under Palmer, there was a Shinra space initiative. The funding dried up after launch failure, and the employees working on the project ended up spawning a town of sorts around the centerpiece of their abandoned work. The area has no formal designation, and he can’t remember the project name. It was somewhere in the archives at the Tower.

“No, that’s Shinra territory,” Cloud says. “We can’t go there.”

Even if Palmer is dead, presumably executed by the Turks, and space flight is indefinitely canceled, Shinra still has its claws in any company property.

“But there ain’t nothing else around,” Barret says. “Maybe a few of us sneak in an’ take a look. Grab some supplies. I’m hungry as hell.”

There are general murmurs of approval from all except Vincent, who doesn’t seem to care one way or another.

“Alright,” Cloud agrees. “Vincent and Yuffie should go with me. Barret, Tifa, you both are too high-risk. Scarlet is gunning for us, and your photos likely disseminated fastest in Shinra’s hive. Cait and Nanaki, what do you prefer?”

“I’m stayin’ here!” Cait Sith says. “I do not want to cross paths with Shinra. Sounds like a lot of bad luck.”

“I’ll remain as well. My unusual presence may draw attention,” Nanaki says.

“What about me?” Aerith pipes up.

The group turns to her. She’s standing with hands clasped, smiling sweetly. Cloud wants to keep her close. Keep an eye on her.

“Wanna come with us?” he asks.

She nods.

Vincent doesn’t seem thrilled to be on errand duty, but then again, he doesn’t seem particularly thrilled about anything except finding Hojo. Yuffie, however, is very interested in stealing from Shinra. She keeps talking about the best ways to scope out a target. Vincent, at one point, actually looks annoyed.

Cloud and Aerith don’t speak. He wants to tell her about the Jenova that’s linking them, to divulge his curious fear around her abilities, but he can’t seem to structure the questions in his head. He doesn’t want to push her away. That conversation needs to happen, just not right now.

Rocket Town doesn’t have any official entry or borders. A smattering of homes and shops encircle the dilapidated rocket, which seems an odd centerpiece of exalted decay. Shinra’s banners, though a faded older style, pepper the buildings. Aircraft hangars line the outskirts, and engineers work in the open air. Cloud recognizes several modules they are building as part of the Airbuster units, to be sent to Midgar for assembly.

Vincent comments on the advanced technology and shows surprise that Shinra would ever consider space travel.

“Weren’t biological interests enough?” he says.

The science division was severely defunded when Cloud had awoken. He tries to tell Vincent about Hojo’s complaints of corporate undermining, to which Vincent seems uneasy to hear how closely Cloud worked with Hojo.

“For Hojo. Not with,” Cloud specifies. Vincent says it’s all the same.

Yuffie runs off, excited for a heist which only she has in mind, while Cloud and Aerith count their gil. Vincent remains outside as the two purchase nonperishable food and supplies from a nearby shop. It’s not a lot.

As they exit, Vincent nods towards a middle-aged man with buzzed-short light blonde hair stalking through the center of town. The blonde is talking on the phone.

“That seems to be the de facto leader,” Vincent says. “He was ordering others around. They respect him.”

The man is scowling, furious with whoever is on the other line. Broad shoulders roll with agitation beneath his blue jacket. There’s no Shinra logo on his clothing, but that means nothing when Shinra owns the entire town.

“What do you mean the deadline’s been moved up!?” he shouts over the phone. “Are you fucking serious? I don’t give a shit about a professor who’s-it. There’s no way it can fly in such short notice.”

The man pulls a cigarette from his jacket and lights it. Then he covers his eyes with one hand, smoke trailing between two fingers.

“Those funds should be sent to the Space Program. Not hurried along on whatever grandiose plans you now have for my airship. My airship, which you confiscated!” He shoves a thumb at his chest for emphasis. Then he takes a long drag of his cigarette. “I know, I know,” he says, calming down a little. “Well, the war is over, and so I thought… Right…. Yes, sir…”

He snaps his PHS shut and curses. The new president is a total asshole, he says, and this deadline is idiotic. He shouts and paces and jabs the air with his fist. Apparently, this type of behavior is customary because nobody in town is staring.

Then he spots Cloud and Aerith and Vincent.

“What the hell you three looking at? You from HQ?”

He walks over. Cloud adjusts his footing. Vincent doesn’t budge. Aerith puts a hand on her hip.

“No, we aren’t from HQ,” she says. “We’re passing through. What’re you so upset about?”

The man laughs. “Upset about? Just that newbie, Rufus. Things were bad enough with the old President, and now I’ve got his brat crawlin’ up my ass about deadlines, and what the hell do you care? If you’re passing through, you better just keep on passin’. Ain’t nothing to see here, as you can tell.”

He flicks ash and juts his chin towards the failed rocket.

“So snap whatever photos you’ve come to take and get the hell out.”

Done with the conversation, the man stomps off.

“Wow,” Cloud says, watching him go.

“Not a fan of Shinra,” Aerith remarks.

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas: Alleycat

Also on AO3! 

TL;DR:  

The story of the Erasure villain: Alley Cat and his heroic kittens. Aizawa, a rather nomadic villain, accidentally acquires two teenagers and a four-year-old. It's not the most conventional family, but it'll do.

villain aizawa: hes incredibly brutal and efficient, kind of an antihero type. he shuts down some things the heroes dont see, patrols the sketchy areas, looks out for children

he kinda,,, accidentally adopted some children

shinsou and izuku were runaways from a terrible foster home that tracked down the 'villain' alleycat and basically said

"are we worth anything to anyone?" and aizawa sees these kids hurt by heroics and takes them under his wing

eri is a kid izuku stumbled upon while out with shinsou before they met aizawa, and izuku basically adopted her straight out, came back to shinsou like "hi we have a little sister now" they are like 12, eri is 4

so aizawa accidentally gets 2 teens and a lil kid and he finds out they lowkey wanna be villains like him bc they wanna help and heroes dont help people like them. aizawa's heart breaks bc he doesn't want these kids to have the life he's had, so he promises to train hitoshi and izuku only if they try for the hero course

they agree. a villain begins to train heroes to enter the very thing that hurt them, with hopes of changing it from the inside out

ok also: in this au whatever horrible thing happened to shirakumo,,,, didnt. and he's 1A's homeroom teacher. hes bright, bubbly and cheerful, with the same expulsion rate aizawa has

so, shirakumo's hero name is cloud nine, hizashi's is feedback, not present mic. they both think aizawa is dead, and separately have to deal with the villain 'alleycat' as his territory intersects w ua's zone

aizawa, as alleycat, is a lot gentler to shirakumo and hizashi, more polite when speaking to them, less brutal with his takedowns. hizashi notices, but says nothing

hitoshi and izuku, with their baby sister eri, end up living with aizawa, training to be heroes to improve them fucked up society that taught them they were worthless in the  first place

he takes them on parkour routes in the early morning, teaches them how to disarm people with knives, to use an opponents size against them.

izuku hones his ability to analyse, hitoshi learns how to push peoples buttons. there is no such thing as a fair fight for them. they break each others noses, chip a tooth or two, get black eyes. there are no hard feelings, they are together through everything

the 4 of them live pretty rough, only on what aizawa can get as a villain/working day shifts in a dodgy bar. aizawa pretends to be their dad for anything legal, says they had two different mothers. it works, somehow.

Some minor cosmetic changes:

Izuku, Hitoshi and Eri all dye their hair black. It started as them quietly wanting to look like their ‘dad’ for sentimental reasons, but they quickly worked out that it made the lie a lot easier for others to swallow.

They all take the surname Aizawa

Eri’s hair is cut into a messy bob – she loves getting Izuku to give her pigtails with the little sparkly hair ties Shouta stole for her. Izuku’s hair is shorter at the back and longer at the front, obscuring his eyes a bit. Hitoshi’s hair is shoulder length and growing, he ties it back in a low bun.

All three of the kids have scars. Eri’s are like canon but a less extreme because her quirk only just showed up. Izuku and Hitoshi have some from bullies, horrible foster parents and reckless sparing. Izuku has a few more little ones because he developed his not-dad’s love of cats and is unafraid of getting bitten – on top of his lack of self-preservation.

they go to aldera middle school, bakugo is still a little shit. to be honest, izuku hates it the most when bakugo burns his uniform - they cant afford to buy extra. there have been a few weeks hes just had to where shinsou's spare and roll the sleeves up

izuku and shinsou have a bit of a spat the afternoon of the sludge villain. it's nothing either of them remembers in a weeks time, but it means shinsou leaves school first, without izuku

bakugo corners him, notebook, allmight, etc

izuku has to ask

all might says no

izuku crumbles, such a dramatic shift from the calm but nice boy he'd been before. you can see the moment his heart breaks. all might feels terrible, but izuku has jumped down the fire escape before he can say anything.

to be honest, izuku is moments away from a full-fledged breakdown. He shoots shinsou a quick text about the villain, but pauses when he hears explosions. He knows the chances its Katsuki are tiny but he’s never been a lucky guy, so he runs towards them

basically the rest of the episode plays out like canon, izuku goes home and meets with his whole ass family panicking because he sent a vague text about a villain then was totally AWOL for 2 hours

hitoshi hugs him really tight while aizawa mumbles something about a tracking chip.

Izuku tells hitoshi about all might, but just tells aizawa vaguely that hes getting a quirk, no he isn’t in any danger, yes he’ll be safe, no he can’t tell you how.

Izuku and Hitoshi both pass the entrance exam with a mix of hero and villain points.

Izuku still doesn’t his whole bone breaky routine but he also manages to take out a few robots by himself before that. He ends up with the highest score.

Hitoshi takes out a few more robots but spends a fair bit of time pushing people out of the way of robots, yelling at people to be more careful about the others around them, and controlling people to get them out of the way of debris. He gets into the top 10.

Nezu is very very interested in the two ‘brothers’ with very different quirks that both did so well. He resolves to keep and eye on them.

Shirakumo is a riot as a teacher but boy is he stressful to be in a class with. The first insult out of Bakugo’s mouth and hes kicked him out of his class, telling him to try class B or get out of the school. (Blood King takes him. Bakugo is a little less horrible to izuku, at least where others can see)

Izukus having a quiet panic attack because Bakugo is going to kill him, and Hitoshi is caught between respecting the balls on their teacher and being pissed at the guy for putting izuku in a terrible position.

No quirk test, they do actually go see the opening ceremony. Hizashi and Shirakumo chat in sign while the principal’s speech drags on. Hitoshi and Izuku watch on, trying not to laugh when they start signing that they want to go to sleep.

Then they do the quirk test bc shirakumo’s a bastard. They end the day with Bakugo kicked out and Hagekure hanging onto her place by a thread. Izuku and Hitoshi come 4th and 5th respectively, despite not being able to use their quirks in the test. Shirakumo is interested.

Skipping to the interesting bits:

The USJ is just as terrible as canon, with the added fact that some of the thugs totally recognise izuku and hitoshi. Izuku works out how to use one for all at 1% during the attack. Hitoshi ends up with a scar on his eyebrow from a person with a claw quirk, Izuku gets a broken arm. Hitoshi sees all might in his skinny form for the first time and is suitably surprized

The sports festival goes a lot like canon in the first round, the second round features a team-up of just Hitoshi as the horse and Izuku as the rider bc they are so used to working with each other they felt it’d be more trouble to have extra team members. They arent exactly wrong and that round ends with them still in control of the 1’000’000 points band – along with a fair few teams just sitting on the sidelines with no idea how they got there.

Tournament round has izuku fighting Todoroki in the second round like canon, but in this universe, he wins (after helping him because whats izuku without a saviour complex). Hitoshi beats Tokoyami and Sero, but loses to Bakugo. The final round is Izuku vs Bakugo, they tie.

The stain arc is a riot. Izuku is interning w Gran, Hitoshi is with Nighteye who happens to be looking for ‘Alley Cat’. Hitoshi is so done with this.

Izuku finds Iida about to be attacked by stain and swoops in. Stain recognises him instantly

“Oh, you’re one of the cat’s kids, aren’t you? Let me deal with this fake hero and you can show me what your dad's taught you.”

Iida is confused – resolves to ask about it later

“You step away from him.”

“What?”

“I said. Step away from Iida. He’s – We’re going to be heroes. We’re both going to be heroes and I won’t let you hurt him!”

Stain pauses, then smiles.

“Lets see if the apple falls far from the tree, hm?” And he launches himself at Izuku

Izuku can dodge with the best of them, but he can’t get close enough to hit stain while protecting Iida. He manages to escape paralysis, but by the time Todoroki arrives stain has barely taken damage.

Todoroki isn’t the only person that responded to that warning. 1 city over, Hitoshi is franticly begging Nighteye to do something, because his brother is in danger. Nighteye is shocked at the fear in the previously apathetic child’s voice. He alerts heroes in the area, and makes his way over with a nervous Hitoshi in tow. On the other end of the city, where he’d been trying to keep an ear out for his kids, Aizawa gets the text and his heart drops. He begins running over.

Stain is taken out before any more help arrives. Without ropes, Todoroki freezes him solid in a block of ice. Endeavour arrives, as does Nighteye with a panicked Hitoshi. Aizawa arrives soon after, perched on a nearby rooftop, ready to whisk his kids away to safety should they need it.

The nomu swoops down, grabbing Izuku. Stain can’t help – trapped in his block of ice. Aizawa runs after Izuku. The nomu drops Izuku off at Shirgiraki’s feet, who is rather delighted to have the annoying boy from the USJ delivered to him out of the blue. He’s not, however, so happy with the knives he finds flying towards him. Kurogiri redirects them and the portal fades just in time for them to come face to face with the villain ‘Alley Cat”

“Well that was a cheap shot Alley Cat, what crawled up your ass and died?”

Aizawa places himself in front of Izuku, teeth bared. Izuku is clutching the leg of his costume. “Don’t hurt him and you won't lose a hand.” Kurogiri goes to attack, but Shigiraki waves him off, letting Aizawa take back Izuku.

“Sir?”

“Don’t you see? There are villains in the hero course. I smell a side quest, don’t you? We might even get some new party members out of it.

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (10)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 2.8k (this chapter), 32.4k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

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They try everything. Sophie handles the cameras and phones while Phil and Chris spend way too long cleaning up files on their laptops and doing what they can to get any clear images out of the mess. It's no use. By the time PJ returns from driving Dan home, all they've accomplished is figuring out that the corruption is on their devices, not on the exported files. No matter what they do, the videos and pictures they took have the effect of being scrambled, like someone has pressed fast forward and also put a noise filter over them. The sound is no better - there's a high-pitched sort of ringing in all of the video and audio recordings that Phil can't understand the source of. Some files won't open altogether.

"How does this even happen?" Sophie mutters, bent over Chris' phone with a furrowed brow. "There's nothing left. Like, at all."

"We still have footage from the first night," says Phil. He's trying his very best to stay positive, but this is unbelievably frustrating. They experienced something last night, even if they can't agree on what it was, and they're supposed to start driving back to Brighton before it gets too dark. They don't have time for this. "With the shadow, you know."

His friends make grunts of irritated agreement. Phil knows that all of them are disappointed and a little angry about the lack of evidence for their hellish night, almost like they went through it for nothing, but he doesn't have anything comforting to say.

Phil has never been very good at comfort. He's good at distracting people and forcing optimism, but seeing such visceral emotions from his usually mild housemates makes him want to retreat into himself. He takes his glasses off to rub at his eyes, fighting off a budding headache.

"That's not really enough for a video, though, is it," says PJ. "I mean, you're not going to convince anyone with just a shadow."

"Well, we can't stay to try and get more," Chris says with a little huff.

"I can," Phil points out. He doesn't think he wants to, really, because this whole situation skeeves him out and going back alone would not help, but he needs there to be a purpose to his friends' suffering or he'll never forgive himself. He stares at his unfocused laptop screen, full of files that don't work, and wonders if they're going to bother to try and stop him. "I mean, you guys all have work tomorrow. I don't have anywhere to be. And I kind of want to see this through, so I can, like… take the train home when it's done."

There's a moment of quiet. Phil feels his shoulders tense at the possibility that he's going to have to argue his way into this. It's his job. Plus, he already knows his parents are going to have a problem with him staying longer to investigate, and fighting with yet another set of well-meaning people is more than he wants to do.

"Normally I'd be like, whatever," says PJ. "You know what you're doing and you do this sort of shit alone all the time. But, Phil, how the fuck do you think the paralysis will work if you're by yourself?"

"I won't try to sleep there," Phil decides, shoving his glasses back onto his face. "That's the only time it's happened, right? When people are already falling asleep?"

PJ's mouth twists unhappily, but he doesn't protest further. Phil wonders if he's actually won this argument or if PJ is just too tired from bickering with Dan about cryptids, or whatever they talked about on the drive. Thinking about Dan is a distraction, and not exactly a welcome one. Phil doesn't know how he feels - or even if he should be feeling anything at all - and he doesn't want to add that crisis on top of the one he's already dealing with.

"So you're just going to go there," says Chris. "Alone. And then poke around and go home?"

"That's what I do in most haunts."

"Fair play. Carry on."

It's almost funny how quickly PJ's expression nosedives into aghast. "What? That's it? You're not putting up more of a fight?"

"Why bother?" Chris asks with a little shrug. "He's a stubborn bellend."

"Hey," Phil half-heartedly protests. His friends don't deign to acknowledge it.

"You should bring a sigil with you," says Sophie. Her voice is soft and tired, but her eyes are kind in a way that PJ and Chris don't bother to be. "Why don't you bring something down that you'd have on you, and we'll all put something on it?"

"Really?" Chris asks. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking. Phil doesn't know if he thinks the idea is good or stupid, but he nods after Sophie does. "Alright, we can do that."

PJ is looking off into the distance while cogs seem to turn in his head. "Something you'll have physically on you, Philly, since we can't put it on your skin itself. Let us draw on your glasses or jacket or -"

"Knickers," Chris chimes in.

"Or your knickers," PJ agrees, far more solemnly than Phil thinks is necessary.

It doesn't seem like it'll actually help, but Phil feels so much affection and gratitude for his friends wanting to protect him in any way they can that he doesn't argue.

Phil doesn't really like the idea of going to the Wilkins place alone, either, but he's a lot more comfortable doing that than dragging his innocent friends along for the awful ride again. He thinks about Sophie's kind eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly, the way PJ gasped when he woke up, Chris trying to hide his own concern about the situation, and he feels his resolve stiffen even more.

Maybe he is a stubborn bellend. This is his responsibility, though. It's not right for him to keep asking for help. Phil lets the conversation flow to what snacks they're going to get for the drive and thinks about how he's going to break the situation to his parents.

--

It doesn't feel as satisfying to shut the door of his childhood bedroom, now. Maybe it's the fact that he's too mature to slam it, or maybe it's that the room itself isn't the haven it used to be. All the neutral colours and boring pieces of art are like a constant visual reminder that his life isn't here anymore.

He doesn't want it to be here. That isn't the problem. It feels stupid if he thinks about it for too long, but he grew up in this house. He's got scars from the sharp corners of the old furniture and more memories than he has in any other singular location. Sure, it makes sense that his parents are retiring and want to downsize from a big, empty house, but Phil really isn't comfortable with this level of change. He kind of assumed he'd always be able to come visit and feel at home again.

Phil sinks onto the mattress. For a long moment, he seriously considers going to sleep. It's barely past seven, but he didn't sleep well this morning. At least if he's unconscious he doesn't need to deal with the crushing weight of his parents' disappointment and worry.

The decision is made for him when his phone buzzes with a notification from Tumblr.

tell ur parents thanks for letting me stay and tell pj thanks for bringing me home and tell urself thanks for the uhhhh experience lmao its deffo not one im gonna forget anytime soon

Phil huffs a laugh and gets comfortable. You're very welcome. I'll tell them when I come out of hiding.

arent you in a very small car on your way to brighton mate… how tf do you manage to hide in there when youre huge

Oh I'm not in the car, I'm still at my parents' place. It's a long story and I hate typing a bunch on my phone. Phil grimaces at himself for the way that sounds, like he's cutting off any questions Dan might have before they ask. He sends another message. Voice call me on Skype or something if you wanna hear about my no good, very bad day.

He doesn't expect Dan to actually call him, let alone immediately, but Phil's phone starts buzzing with a Skype call before he's collected himself enough to find his headphones. He's still detangling while he answers with a sheepish, "Oh, hello!"

"Hi," says Dan. Their voice is low and amused, and Phil can't believe how nice it is to hear after only a handful of hours.

"I'm woefully unprepared, as per usual," Phil rambles, finally getting his headphones in and grinning at the bland wall in front of him. Nobody is here to judge him for it. "You, er, got home alright?"

"Obviously yes," says Dan. "So, you had a bad day?"

"'Cause you had a bad day," Phil sings back to them. The sound of Dan's giggle makes any embarrassment worth it, he thinks. "Yeah, uh, it was rough. So we wanted to look over the footage from last night to see what the camera caught, y'know, but… I don't know how, I don't have an explanation for it, but everything is corrupted. Our audio, our video, our photos. They're all beyond repair."

There's a few moments of silence, where Phil would think Skype had frozen if he couldn't still hear the faint music on Dan's end. Then, "What? You - what? We don't have anything?"

Phil likes the sound of 'we'. He probably shouldn't.

"We tried everything," Phil explains, his heart feeling heavy all over again at the reminder that they spent hours terrified for nothing. "But the corruption isn't even in the exported files, it's on our devices themselves. Chris' phone, our cameras… they're all fucked."

"If you're swearing, it must be fucking serious," says Dan. Phil wants to interrupt then, explain that his policy on bleeping out curses is more about staying monetized and keeping his parents happy than any personal morals, but Dan has already shot past the topic at the speed of light. "So basically we've got no proof we were ever there, let alone that something weird happened - which I'm not saying is some kind of fucking paranormal shit, by the way, but it was weird - and now you've got nothing to make a video with and I never should have told you about this place to begin with?"

"Dan, breathe." Phil waits until he's sure that Dan is at least trying to follow the directive. "It's okay. I'm glad you brought me here. And that's why I'm still in town - I'm going to get more footage."

"Not alone, you're not," Dan says fiercely.

"Peej and the other Scoobs already went home. I just didn't go with them."

"I don't care where your friends are," says Dan. Phil can almost see their hand waving dismissively. "You're not going back there alone. End of story."

The clear insistence in Dan's voice should be getting Phil's back up against the wall. He hates being told what to do with his own projects, needs to be in complete control whenever possible. Instead, he finds himself thinking that it's sweet of Dan to worry like that.

Christ, but he's got it bad.

"I'm still in town either way," Phil says, picking at a loose thread in his sleeve absent-mindedly. "Which my parents are, uh, not thrilled about."

"Really?" Dan sounds genuinely surprised. "They seem like they really love you, mate."

Love has never been the issue. That feels strange to think, cocky almost, but Phil has never really worried that his parents won't love him. Even with the secrets he keeps from them and their fears about the way he lives his life, the worst he's ever expected is disappointment. That just isn't the way their relationship works.

"Oh, they do," says Phil. "But they hate my job, and they think that it's stupid of me to keep investigating a place that clearly doesn't want to be investigated. They believe in ghosts and demons and all that jazz, y'know, they think I'm inviting evil into my life, so they said they'd let me stay here while I work but that we're going to have a 'serious discussion' about my life trajectory when I'm done."

"Ouch. I'd hate that conversation."

"Trust me, it's going to suck. I just got the preview today, and I already know I'm going to want to run away to Iceland."

There's a beat. Then, Dan says, "At least when you're there you can look into the hidden people. You know, the Icelandic elves or whatever that live in a parallel world. That seems up your alley."

"Your mum lives in a parallel world," Phil mutters.

Dan giggles. The sound of it is soft, like they're aware of their own volume, and Phil remembers that Dan lives in some kind of housing with a bunch of other students. He still loves the sound, so much so that he drifts into a nonsensical daydream of making Dan laugh as much as possible and almost misses Dan's voice coming through his headphones again.

"Since you're still in town," Dan is saying, and Phil makes a conscious effort to tune back in, "you should come by the shop tomorrow. I have an early class, but I'm starting work at eleven."

The prospect of seeing Dan again is such a good one that Phil doesn't even hesitate before he's agreeing. It'll be a bit of an effort to get out of bed early enough to avoid his parents and catch Dan for a good amount of time, but Phil feels like it's definitely going to be worth it. He likes Dan, likes being around them if absolutely nothing else, and the ill-advised butterflies in his stomach aren't enough to make him fall on the side of finding this a bad idea.

It isn't until after he's hung up and getting himself a sandwich so he doesn't have to eat an awkward dinner with his parents that Phil realises he's going to have Dan all to himself tomorrow. Well, to himself and to whatever patrons come into the coffee shop. The force of those warm eyes, just focused on him… it's going to test Phil in a way he's not sure he's ready for.

He turns away from the fridge and almost jumps out of his skin.

"Mum," he complains, free hand clutched to his chest. "Don't just stand there, you scared me!"

A smile tugs at Kath's lips, but her arms are crossed and her eyes are staring into Phil's very soul. He feels cornered all of a sudden, like he ought to be clawing for escape.

"Philip," she says, all warmth. There's that slight edge that he remembers so clearly from mishaps as a child, but for the most part it seems like she isn't here to lecture him. He imagines that's going to come from both of them. "This thing that you insist on doing… it's dangerous. You must know that, love."

Phil doesn't actually know that. For the most part, his career hasn't given him anything but boredom and a complex about his own creativity. It's just the odd cases, the ones like the Wilkins house, that get him squirrelly.

"I know, mum," he says anyway. It isn't worth the argument. "But this is my job."

"It doesn't need to be," she presses, and Phil realises that his assumption was very, very wrong. They're going to divide and conquer. She continues like she hasn't noticed the way his whole body is tensing up. "You have such a wonderful mind and loads of ambition, my dear. And that imagination! Gosh, you could do anything that you set your mind to."

Anything he set his mind to - if he actually tried. Phil can hear the words that she isn't saying, that his dad will have no trouble voicing later, and he feels the familiar burn in his throat like he's going to start crying.

He won't. He doesn't cry much, as a rule, but he's well-acquainted with the sensation of holding it back.

"I know that I can," says Phil quietly. He looks down at his sandwich. He isn't very hungry anymore. "Mum, I'm not - I don't do this because I - you know, I like my job."

That's not exactly the truth anymore, but Phil is also well-acquainted with the art of lying to his mother. She doesn't need to know about the doubts that plague Phil, the way that he's felt like he's slogging through videos until they catch his interest properly. That's something he can figure out on his own. He forces his eyes back up at her to drive the point home with a sincere, pleading sort of look.

Her mouth twists, unhappily this time.

"You need to grow up sometime, Phil," she says, so soft that it almost cushions the devastating blow of her words.

Almost.

[chickennoodlesoupfortae]

Runaway

Jimin x Reader AU

Summary- Runaway *txt voice* . Jimin is a wandering time traveler meeting people from all times and breaking hearts all the same.

A/N- I’m going through a list of prompts, so here’s the first one shot  just dumb fluff and a mild plot. I hope you guys like it and if not tell me. Anyways I’m back and in quarantine/shelter in place so might as well write again. I love getting request and DMs. I hope you all stay safe and healthy 

Word Count- 2k+

Warnings-none (cursing?)

3/19/20 

Chapter One 

“Give me something different from the world.” you laid your back on the chair holding on to the table and pushing back. Three papers due the next morning and you were drained of all the energy you didn’t know you possessed. How in the world were you going to do this again and again for the next four years in college. You thought your days of studying were gonna be over after high school, but how naive you were. Movie after movie told you that college would be a fun time to drink and party but the only party you went to was for orientation. Luckily you had gotten your own dorm away from any distractions and which you thought now may be the reason for your isolation. “I wish something could happen out of the ordinary.” You were well aware that you were foreshadowing something or at least hoped you were. Manifestation was said to work and at this point your level of procrastination allowed for you to be slightly delusional.

Park Jimin was a born time traveler. He wasn’t ever in one place for more than a week in fear of disrupting his timeline. He also wasn’t quite sure when he started wandering through time. If you asked him he might look away like he often did and tell you one day when he was little he wandered and found himself far away from his home. In reality Jimin doesn’t know much of his past, he tries to forget what he does remember and move on. When he sleeps on nights when the wind is cold and the clouds cry he can almost see his mother calling out for him. He will follow her voice until he is at the edge of the woods. When he’s lucky he can touch the trees and smell the soft scent of fall in the air, just as he begins to move to her he always wakes up. That night Jimin had seen her closer than he ever had and woke up in a thick sweat. He knew he had to leave the time he was in and move on. 

“Alright buddy, it's time for us to leave.” he hugged his small chick stuffed animal and put it in his pocket. The tavern was small and cramped, there were tapestries lining the wall and soft purple curtains covering the windows. The year was around fourteen hundred and he was in the royal court of one the kings of the time. It wasn't his first time posing as a noble and wouldn't be his last. He always left quietly and briskly in the night never saying goodbye. He was the lost lover of countless stories and lives but he never seemed to care. And so he opened the large door carved and shining in the dim light of the candle he held. In the hallway was the princess he had tricked into giving him a place to stay. He wasn’t heartless, and that’s why he always left in the cover of the dark.

“‪Jimin, what are you doing out this late?” Aurora was undoubtedly beautiful, he thought for sure the story “sleeping beauty” must have been inspired by her. He felt bad for once seeing how much she had grown attached to him in his short time in her court. 

“I- can’t stay?” It was as if he was asking a question to her hoping it was a good enough excuse.

“Please don’t go.” Her sweet soft eyes were watering and he could almost touch her pain in the air. “I love you.”

“I’m sorry. I need to start my life over.” He wasn’t lying 

“No please,” she ran over to him holding his hand in hers. “Stay here, we can make it all work.” Jimin looked down at her and felt guilty. He had led her on and given her an escape from the marriage she was bound to. 

“Please I just need to get something, I’ll be back.” She knew in her heart he was lying. She wasn’t foolish, she was smart and educated. And still she followed along with his clear lie.

“I will love you till the end of time, I would wait a million years, say you’ll remember?”

With that Jimin let go of her hand and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “I will.”

He had to admit he wasn’t expecting that and he would remember that. He walked out the hallway and outside letting the rain encompass him and let his mind take him.

Three am was when you finished all the papers. You were so tired you could almost cry. It was pouring outside which meant in four hours when you had to leave for class you would need an umbrella and of course you didn’t have one of those. The skin care routine could wait tonight and you shut off all the lights and finally laid back in your bed. Just as your eyes closed you heard water fall on your floor.

“What the fuck” you whispered being angry you had a mess to clean. “Why do I always leave shit on the ledges where they can fall?” You turned on your lamp sitting up. You rubbed your eyes and turned around. First you saw shoes, old ones at that, and then you realized said shoes had legs attached to them. You closed your eyes and said a small prayer in your mind hoping they’d be gone when you opened your eyes.

And then you screamed.

Jimin planted his feet on a hardwood surface. He knew he had to be in more modern times by the cool air in the room. He let out a nice calm sigh and then he noticed the lights turn on and a girl scream. “Fuck, Fuck,” he ran over to cover your mouth “shhhhhh, calm down” 

With the stranger's hand on your mouth you began to cry and bit him. “What do you want? How the fuck did you get in here? Please don’t kill me, I’m too young to die.” Jimin let out a Yelp at your attack.

“Jesus, I’m not here to kill you. And if you wouldn’t mind I’d love to leave.” He turned around and headed for the door.

“Stop,” you called out grabbing your phone. “Why are you in my room?” 

“Trust me I didn’t mean to be here.” He turned around facing you. To be completely shallow for a moment you were taken aback by his looks. He looked unreal, handsome and beautiful all at once. 

“Then why are you?” You stood up still holding your phone in case you needed to call for help, as beautiful as he may be it didn’t mean he wasn’t a serial killer.

“You don’t want to know.” Jimin was feeling reckless and sad. He didn’t need another connection and his judgment was clouded by his encounter.

“Tell me or else I’m just gonna call the cops.” 

“You want the truth?” He asked, raising his voice slightly making you pull back a little, gripping your phone tighter.

“I want to know why the fuck there is a stranger in my dorm, so yeah I do.” 

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you the truth.” He looked like a prince in his dated attire, you didn’t know if you were creeped out or intrigued.

“Why do you look like you stepped out of a painting” Jimin looked down at his soaked puffy sleeve.

“I guess I almost did,” he chuckled. “What would you say if I told you I’m not from here. Better what would you think if I’m not from this time or any time?” He stepped closer to you 

“I would ask what you were on and if I could have some of whatever it was.” You felt safe, this made you feel delusional and stupid but there you were sitting back on your bed.

“Nothing. I’m on nothing.” It made Jimin more sad confirming that no one would believe him.

“Yeah I think this is a dream, nice and all. Must I say my mind really does create beautiful people.” You pulled the covers over your head and closed your eyes.

“What’s your name anyways?” You asked mentally check out.

“Jimin, my name's Jimin.” He walked closer to you taking in your features. You seemed so peaceful. 

“I got to say this is some crackhead sleep paralysis demon, ain’t nobody doing it like me. My name is y/n Jimin you can spend the night my dear sleep paralysis demon.”

Jimin laughed and laid down on the floor still wet. He soon fell asleep to the sounds of you snoring. 

You didn’t set your alarm and so you slept until nine. You woke up and rubbed your eyes sitting up and letting out a long yawn. Cracking your knuckles and moving your feet to the ground. 

Jimin woke up to the ear breaking sound of your scream.

“Who the fuck are you?” You were holding your lamp as if it were a bat. “Get the fuck out.”

“Aish, Jesus it’s too early for this.” Jimin stood up grabbing his bag and heading for the door. He put his hand on the knob and turned around. “I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” And with that he walked out the door. 

You put on your glasses and put down the lamp. Your mind was going a mile a minute wondering what had possessed you not to call the police. You put on a sweater and ran after the man that was just in your room. 

Jimin pressed the elevator button. Admittedly it had been a long night and he had to figure out where he was and more importantly where he was gonna stay. It was ten times harder to fly under the radar in the future. There were cameras and events everywhere. He couldn’t be in two photos at once. He felt your hand on his wrist and turned around.

“Who are you.” You looked deep into his eyes looking for an answer. “Tell me why you came to me and don’t just leave.”

“I already told you.” He put his other hand on your shoulder.

“You’re not some bullshit time traveler.” You let go of his wrist breaking the moment.

“I am.” The elevator opened and he stepped in, pressing lobby. The doors began to close and just as he thought he finished with you, your hand stopped the doors. You walked in.

The doors closed and he let out a long sigh.

“So you can travel time.”

“It’s almost like I told you this.” he snapped back

“Damn, okay. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“That someone had someone's feet in their face. And someone screams at them again. So yeah someones a little pissed.”

“Say someone again.”

“Someone.”

You were so ready to get out of the swing of things that you could stupidly befriend your intruder. A pretty twisted Stockholm syndrome in the making.  The doors of the elevator opened and Jimin went in front of you.

“What do you want from me?” he asked more frankly than you thought he should’ve.

“Hey, I’m the one asking questions here. I didn’t sneak into someone's house last night and then claim to be a time traveler.”

“Say someone again.”

“Someone- wait no don’t distract me.”

“I don’t want you to follow me around. God are you stupid?” he speed walked forward leaving you a couple feet behind before you.

“Whatever, lier you can be all alone in your schizophrenic delusion.” 

Jimin turned around. He didn’t know what it was about your statement that triggered something in him. He had nothing to prove to you or anyone for that matter. But in that moment he needed you to know he wasn’t a liar. Maybe it was the fact that he had never told anyone before and after having it fall out yesterday the last thing he wanted was someone telling him what he was saying was fake. 

“I’m not a liar.” he whispered. He walked back to where you were standing staring you down. 

“Prove it crazy.” 

Jimin grabbed your arm and all you saw was black. It must have been less than a second but you felt suspended in the air for an indescribable time. 

“Do you believe me now?” Jimin gave you a devilish smile motioning to your surroundings. 

“How in the fuck- I where- Bro- bring me back-” he covered your mouth and shuttled  you into a corner.

“Shh y/n. You’re gonna ruin someone's life if you’re not careful.”

Why did he sound excited?

A/N- if you’re reading this that means you read it all. Thanks :)