#sometimes its small things that are nuisances but you dont feel like you have the right to complain about

[scartale-an-undertale-au]

So... I see this a decade after i decided to simply... Stop instigating conversations because i felt like im simply burdening others with my presence and that they actually felt annoyed having to hear from me and wished i wouldnt send messages.

The thing is that none of them ever approached me afterwards. When we saw each other after a while we would be ecstatic but there was a wall between us already and i dont know if its simply life going on and us being very different than back then, or that they truly didnt see me the same as i saw them (as my besties).

One time i met one of them (this one specifically was my best friend from first grade until twelve basically) on the street and i see that she's married and walking with her husband. Turns out the wedding was that sunday and i wasnt even notified of it happening or of the engagement. I wasnt mad about not being invited, but i was hurt for not even being notified! She then turned to her husband and said that im a friend of her from high school.

Its been a decade from high school so i can see why she said that, but that hurt me so badly that the moment i waved them goodbye and they disappeared around a corner, i collapsed and just sobbed. I was so heartbroken. It seemed that i was the only one who still thought of her as my old school's bestie or had thought of including her in any future milestones simply because she was so important to me.

So i dont know how i feel about this post. I understand where you guys are coming from and its in good intentions, but the main issue is that many kids who become the sole instigators were never shown that they can be vulnerable in front of their friends about this matter. It felt like its your duty and how you contribute to the group. And when it became harder and harder, the friends never questioned why you pulled away or asked for your wellbeing. It turned into a situation when you feel more like a nuisance than a leader.

Fortunately, i have now friends who instigate so much more than me and i keep telling them how i appreciate it and apologise for how terrible i am at texting back and that its never because i dont want them to text me. Its simply because texting or answering messages had become so hard for me and so mentally taxing i sometimes shut down when i see messages i need to reply to.

So rambling aside, as much as i appreciate your sentiment, i think a different approach would be helpful.

My approach (which is not better or worse, just a different approach) is to get comfortable with a 'friends for one day' reality. I go so many times to so many places and meet so many amazing people, we always say we'll contact one another and keep in touch and then never contact one another again, and that's alright.

You have to be comfortable with being friends without focusing on the 'keeping the friendship going' let people come and go. Those who truly want to stick around will stick around, and they usually have a much deeper connection with you that isnt dependant on who instigates the conversations.

My friends are those that mostly text in memes and reels since we dont see each other often. And i do the same in return. Its easier and relays so much more. We have proper conversations here and there, but our actual interactions happen physically. And they instigate meetups much more than i do and i always make sure that they know that i appreciate it. One of my friends and i also have some differences in opinions, so we have some long discussions.

I also have a friend who i dont text to at all but invites me to shabbat meals once in a while and i come over and its like no time had passed. I invite her back for bbq or shabbat as well, but thats also once in a blue moon.

Another friend is across the ocean so its mostly photos and small comments and talks about our lives and since the war began, she keeps checking if im alive and well.

Another friend is also across the ocean and we mostly speak about our realities of being jews or squeal over her precious daughter or make plans for when she finally comes to Israel.

So my friends arent part of one group but many branches of different aspects of my life. I would say i have around seven/eight of them that arent my current co workers (work friendship is also temporary and i accept that fully and enjoy our time together) and im truly blessed because i had let go of the desperate need to keep my friends together.

So please dont call us a bitch for not willing to talk about it. And we're certainly not mini community leaders, we're just people who are friends with those that never cared about reaching out first or affirming our friendship in any kind of way. Its not fair to put the expectations of reaching out onto the one who constantly did that. Friends who truly want to keep up a friendship will attempt to do so when they see that the other side isnt as present as previously.

Sorry im all over the place, im on my phone and its harder to articulate on it

every now and then the internet decides it should revamp the ole “stop texting first and see how many friends you lose” when in reality you could literally just communicate that u feel bad that ur the only one texting first

[fartooanxiousandsociallyawkward]

Peak casual anxiety is playing solitaire on your phone and worrying the person behind you is judging you based on how you play solitaire

[logically-asexual]

im so annoyed about this whole remus and logan thing i can’t stop thinking about it. so a long ramble under the cut.

i finally am being able to put into words what bothers me about logan’s character development, particularly him vs the dark sides.

first of all, virgil. virgil had a whole season for his development that was kind of natural and credible. he is a nuisance in different ways, thomas recognizes he has anxiety and looks for ways to cope, which logan learns to bring up later, then virgil keeps causing trouble but makes some good points sometimes, then thomas decides to accept him for the good he brings and they all manage better. all this happens within episodes that aren’t always about anxiety. they SHOW us how the sides’ perception of him and his character have changed through the stories, instead of lecturing us about it.

with janus they kind of attempted the same thing but with a speedrun of three episodes that crammed everything together with little plot. in fact the plot is just an excuse to make every single step of janus’s developement happen, and this progress with janus is the center of the episodes. at least there is some plot, but its not as natural, we don’t see thomas struggle with him casually, we don’t see logan or patton learning information about how to deal with him. its not how a normal person would go through this. but we do see different stages of his acceptance and we see all the sides learning new things about janus gradually.

but then with remus they just pressed literally everything in one video and all the learning thomas would have to do about him and dealing with him that he did with virgil in an entire year happens in?? 40 minutes? because he (logan) somehow already knew everything and he just had to remind himself (patton and virgil) of it?

that’s how i see the dark sides’ development (?). now logan.

with virgil you could assume logan took note of what Lilly said in that first video, then logan and had thomas research about it and find strategies to later use them when they were necessary. as if Taking on Anxiety was a first step with learner’s wheels and then My Negative Thinking was thomas being able to repeat the process on his own. it makes sense. first someone teaches you and then you do it independently. you can believe there was a learning process with Logan’s help right there, beginning with Logan (and thomas) not knowing something and then researching (between videos), understanding it, to finally accepting it.

after the debate logan was still neutral about virgil, and was pushed to reflect more about his role until he disappeared, to finally come to the realization of why he was necessary, by remembering a small fact he learned while researching strategies (the yerkes dodson curve). that one isnt a streategy, so makes sense that logan just saved the info and didnt completely internalize it until it became useful. thomas learned what he was told to and then used it when the situation required it.

but with janus and remus thomas has to figure it all out on his own. except he doesn’t, because Logan already knew everything. he already knows what the dark sides represent, every single thing they encompass, he knows what the studies say about the problems they cause, he has understood, accepted, and internalized everything before the videos even start!! and then its only him telling the rest of the sides what he already learned on his own? he learned all this with the rest not being present or without it causing any emotion whatsoever? how can logan memorize all this stuff if thomas used to be indifferent towards it? you learn through connection with your emotions. it mAKES NO SENSE that logan knows all this.

also logan is defensive and gets frustrated easily. thats essential to his character. and you could see he was annoyed and bothered by anxiety in the first season. anxiety got in his way sometimes so logan also didn’t want him around at the beginning.  WHEn did logan have this development of suddently not caring at all what the dark sides do? not caring at all how remus affects thomas’s productivity while when roman does it he goes into screaming matches and even throwing stuff!!. it is stated that he does have feelings no matter how much he denies it, , then why doesn’t he feel anything At. All. when confronted by remus? why is he so calm around him? when did he learn to deal with him?

even worse: logan went through a whole arc of accepting virgil, just like the rest of them, but he still can’t even deal with Roman and Patton with whom he interacts literally every video?? he is so affected by them everytime they do something irrational, gets angry, and starts yelling about what does and doesn’t make sense. he says he doesn’t have this problem with remus because his ideas shouldn’t have an impact on thomas if they don’t let them. but when and how did he learn this? how does he know intrusive thoughts are different from other thoughts thomas has that he, as logic, doesn’t like?

logan said in the video its bad to try too hard to make sense of remus’s contributions. that sounds like something LOGIC would do. try too hard to make sense of him until (with experience and research) he realizes it is impossible and gets them nowhere, and also would end up hurting thomas more in the long run. then why can’t we see this development? how does he JUST. KNOW? how does he know before the duke is introduced what will and wont hurt thomas if this is the first time ever that thomas is hurt by him?

i can stay here complaining all day honestly. there’s so much logan as rational thinking, reason, logic, of a person (who doesn’t have any experience with therapy or believe in it, apparently) could have gone through while learning about dark sides of your personality. they dont have to show it on camera if they think they already showed enough of this process for virgil! but somehow imply that this development happened, and not just have logan suddenly be this perfect all knowing  entity that knows exactly what to do before it happens. i think logan lecturing them about intrusive thoughts for 20 minutes was a lazy decision, no matter how much work it took to write those dialogues. its lazy because it doesn’t fit with the storytelling style they chose to make Sanders Sides with, but they didn’t take the time to figure out a way to make it fit.

im going off again.again i can do this all day. but im going to stop now. sigh.

[emerald-amidst-gold]

Nr. 19 for the kiss prompts? (Yes I am very weak for forehead kisses dont at me)

*currently wiping tears and snot from my face* Forehead kisses? I can do that! OH I CAN DO THAT!

19. forehead kisses

Fane couldn't remember the last time he had gone through a day without a headache. They were sometimes dull, minor inconveniences, only a light throb behind his head, and other times, they were excruciating, practically flooring him and forcing him to hide away lest his rage take hold due to pain and disorientation. They had only seemed to have gotten worse after Haven, and he understood why, the orb having drilled, or rather, attempted to drill through his mind. Again. Though normally, he could endure them.

But today he could not, as he lay on his back, eyes shut and brow furrowed, upon his bed, the plush furs and silky sheets seeming sharp rather than soft and inviting.

"Shit..", Fane groaned as a piercing throb radiated through his mind, nearly making tears form from behind his eyelids. "Fuck..fuck, fuck, fuck..." He hated these headaches! They were such a nuisance, and he didn't have time for nuisances!

"You are only making it worse, vhenan.", Solas' voice sounded from above, soothing and quiet, knowing the precariousness of the situation. He was currently massaging into his scalp with one hand, deft fingers so accustomed to this ritual working in circles. "Take deep breaths and focus past the pain." The instructions were typical, but Fane couldn't be bothered to care with how bad his head was throbbing!

"Easy for..ngh..!", Fane tried to quip, but let out a sharp wince as white hot pain bloomed behind his eyelids, making him see stars. Oh, damn it all! Would he ever get a break?!

"Shh, Fane. I know it hurts. I know..", Solas soothed, massaging hand scratching against his scalp slowly. The gentle shift of silk and fur had Fane's ears twitching, a low growl slipping past his lips unbidden. "Would you like me to try some magic?" The question careful, but not for fear of being bitten.

Fane let out a heavy sigh as the wave of pain abated. "No. I'm..already feeling nauseous enough..", he refused shakily, the deep throbs in his temples making him nearly want to puke. The last thing he wanted was to throw up on top of having a literal migraine. He could endure this. He always did, even though it made him want to tear apart his skull.

"I understand.", Solas said simply, but Fane could hear the smile in a lilting voice. Another hand joined the first, a light sigh leaving his lips as the inherent coolness had the hot pain abating a tad bit more. "Then how about this? Does that help?", he asked, voice even quieter now, but somehow nearer.

Fane hummed low in his chest. "Mm-hm. A little..", he said, head starting to feel heavy as tender fingers dragged up and down his scalp and then working to his temples, kneading into them gingerly. He let out another, louder sigh at that. "Oh, shit.. That helps.. That helps.." It felt like pure ice was working on his nerves, and it felt good.

Solas chuckled. "I will continue that, then.", he said before another shift of the covers had Fane cracking his eyes open, wincing slightly at the swath of midday light, but the massage and his sky's voice was helping little by little.

As the light softened its intensity in his vision, Fane was immediately met with two, familiar, and beloved orbs and a softly smiling face, Solas leaning down a bit. Despite the throbbing in his temples, Fane felt his face warm up slightly at the proximity, eyes narrowing and lips pulling in tight. Well, he hadn't been expecting this, but when did he ever?

"Can I help you?", Fane grumbled, his flustered tendencies starting to rear its ugly head. Solas chuckled, the sound making him flush a bit more to where another growl slipped out from his chest. Of course he was amusing to the sky. Of course.

"Not in this instance, no. But I can help you, I believe.", Solas joked lightly, leaning down a bit more to lay a tender, but soft kiss against his forehead, one hand abandoning his massaging to brush his unruly bangs back before another kiss was placed, far slower, but no less tender with its heat.

Fane let out a sigh at that, eyes fluttering shut as two sensations, loving warmth and soothing coolness mixed to further work on his migraine, the covers feeling less sharp, his mood becoming more soft. It was always welcome when the sky decided to come to him. Always.

"I think your lips are magic..", Fane muttered, sleepiness making his mind fog, his thoughts unfiltered. He let out a pleased sigh as Solas laid another kiss against his forehead, a smile able to be felt against it. Oh, this was working wonders, the pain in his temples now dull, the uncomfortable heat now pleasantly warm from lips and hands.

"Are they now?", Solas whispered around a chuckle, laying another soothing kiss against his forehead.

Fane hummed, feeling his head lull a bit to the side, but not caring. He was suddenly really, really tired. Was it the massage, fingers still working into his temples in deep, slow circles? Or was it Solas, familiar lips still caressing the expanse with delicate whispers of Elvhen and varying kisses, some long and tender, others far shorter, mere feather-like brushes? He didn't know, and really, he didn't care because it felt far better than a blistering headache born from trauma, memories still resurfacing after centuries, and ancient, ancient magic.

"Yup.. Magic..", Fane slurred as another kiss was placed, this time along his hair line as a hand smoothed unruly bangs back. "Tired.. 'm gonna...sleep.." Just a few minutes. He would just rest his eyes, even though he already was.

Solas chuckled, the smile heard in its deepness. "Of course, ma'isenatha.", he whispered, laying one, final kiss before the shifting of cotton and furs sounded, issuing the sky had risen back to its proper location. "Rest. I will be here when you wake." The words seemed simple, normal, but to Fane, they were a promise, a vow as he felt a small smile form on his lips, mind inching towards the Fade like a tiny worm.

"Mm, you better..", he murmured, shifting a bit to where he actually managed to situate his head into the mage's lap, sighing contentedly at its warmth and familiarity. "If not..I'll..hunt you...down.." His words were trailing, slowing as cool hands began to knead at the base of his neck, easing out the tension to further soothe his head. This had to be magic, right? It was too good, too fast..

"I promise, Fane.", Solas murmured back, voice soft, quiet, but housing conviction. "I will be right here. If not, then you may, by all means, attempt to hunt me down." A joke working to break the sudden serious air Fane could feel around them despite how his mind was ebbing away with the tide of sleep.

"Attempt?", Fane asked with a sleepy chuckle, humming low in the next moment as Solas began to scratch at the base of his head with deep scritches. "Mm, fuck..", he said around a sigh, head lulling into the mage's pelvis without shame.

"Sleep, vhenan.", Solas urged, not at all perturbed by his movement as his hand continued to massage and his voice steady. "I will take care of any issues that arise until you do. Just rest."

Fane only let out another noncommittal hum at that, nuzzling into cotton a bit with his nose. Yes, he wanted to sleep. Sleep would be welcome for once as cooling hands held him, a tender voice spoke to him, and most of all, and something he felt once more just before his mind slipped into the warm waters of the Fade, a sweet kiss against his forehead, holding promises and love, guided him to rest.

***

Is it soft? Is it warm? Does it shelter from the storm? >:3 Thank you so much, lovely friend! <3

[just-zenitsu]

oh that makes me curious... do you think zenitsu was thrown between orphanages and foster homes as a kid? or maybe he was in one until he ran away, either when he eloped or some time before and then lived on the street from then... or did he just live on the streets his whole childhood? ive been wondering this for days and its been on my mind for ages

*deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

first of all id like to say that i have like three fic ideas that explore his past (whether it focuses on how he grew up or not) BUT THANK U FOR INDULGING ME GUYS IM DEFINITELY RAMBLING ABT EACH OF THEM NOW… (this is a fucking monster tho. so its under read more)

* @anon THATS A WHOLE ASS MOOD TBH. i spend literal hours at night thinking abt whether he was in an orphanage or a street kid. ive wrote him living in the streets  and getting sent to an orphanage when he was caught stealing. whereas i ALSO have mindless scribbled notes of modern au where his parents left him in an orphanage but bc of bad experiences (and thats putting it lightly) he gets sent to different homes A LOT and eventually gets kicked out at some point, ILL GET TO THAT LATER IN A BIT

* SINCE im trying to NOT write a fic here ill just list down headcanons and stuff bc YEET!!!! and for the sake of convenience lets just say he was both sent to an orphanage and lived as a street kid :”DD

* lets talk abt hcs ive seen first,, jpn fandom mostly all seem to hc him as a street kid who lived by working on odd jobs and the sort. ofc more often than not he just gets the bare amount for payment and the people he works for arent really nice :(( they never have the nicest words to say and sometimes they even hit him. zen sometimes endures it bc its not like he has much of a choice in the end. other times he runs away crying and scared.

* he also doesnt really have a permanent home so he wanders a lot carrying what little stuff he owns (probably a few clothes or a worn-out futon or something)

* he’s taken advantage of a lot,, whether it’d be people tricking him into doing some work saying ‘he’ll be given something good in return’ or something equally vague. he usually wonders why their words sound so kind in comparison to their heartbeats that sound… off,, its not until he’s older that he gets an answer to that question

* bc he cant be picky i like to think that its not that hard for him to sleep somewhere uncomfortable. he also curls up a lot into a ball when he sleeps. he likes being cooped up into small spaces, it makes him feel safe and that no one can get him. 

* was initially very verbal about his hearing condition (something along the lines of saying ‘i heard you say that ____’ or ‘hey, do you hear that’ etc etc.) people think hes creepy and/or he’s lying most of the time. he eventually doesnt really wanna talk about it anymore once someone came this close to threatening to cut his ears off.

* i think we can say that zen lived in the city? its why he likes expensive things and the sort, and he has a lot of stock knowledge about how the city works and stuff like that, not to say that he’s ever really participated in it 

* as a child (and even as he got older) zenitsu’s favorite season is spring, autumn being a close second. he likes spring bc the air is fresh and he can find flowers in the outskirts of the city, surviving despite growing in cracked concrete. he makes little flower crowns out of them!

* he likes autumn bc the way the leaves change is pretty! but its only second to spring bc the flowers usually wilt by then and he gets cold :(

* he doesnt like winter simply because it is VERY cold. he dislikes summer the most tho bc the sound of literal thousands of cicadas give him a lot of headaches aaa 

* is very used to being hungry when he goes to sleep. he makes due with it as best as he can. one of his fondest memories is a frail old man who owns a sweet bun cart that gives him buns in exchange for a lower price than what he actually sells them for. on a day where he thinks the old man looks more tired and quiet than usual, zenitsu takes it upon himself to give him a flower crown. 

* unfortunately he never is able to give it, bc the next day, or days after that, zenitsu never sees him again.

* he has experience bein a sneaky little thief! its the reason on why he can easily take sweets without permission at the butterfly estate in canon hehe

* but its this very same reason that he gets sent to an orphanage, he gets caught! and bc he is a Literal Child. they send him to foster care woohoo

* (GOD THIS IS GETTING SO LONG BUT PLS DEAL WITH MY RAMBLING….)

* i dont have a clear idea on how zenitsu couldve been treated in an orphanage. but all in all, he’s just very grateful to be given some kind of semblance of a home and food

* he learned how to speak (barely) when he lived in the streets, but they teach the basic minimum and suddenly he’s learning all these sorts of things

* the people who took care of them arent the most affectionate, neither are the kids he lives with. zenitsu’s crying is often really looked down upon, he tries to stop but he can’t really help it. he’s not really anyones favorite person here

* there’s a small somewhat neglected garden in the orphanage’s backyard. he spends his time here when everyones playing and no one wants to play with him

* every time someone comes to adopt a kid he cries and begs for them to adopt him whenever they show a spark of interest towards him. it goes as bad as u think it does, they dont like that type of kid, and as such they assume everyone else is like that and leaves w/o taking anyone. zenitsu isnt allowed to eat dinner in these nights ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

* bc of the latter reason, kids gang up and bully him a lot. zenitsu tries to go along w it bc its the ONLY time anyone ever pays attention to him, but at the end of the day the only thing he gets is scratches and bruises from being pushed around and lots of words that hurt his heart

* (WAHH. OPK OK IM SORRY IM SAD NOW AINNFJKKJFDFHKH..)

* people think he’s a nuisance more or less. and then he gets sent to varied foster homes again and again bc he’s ‘difficult to deal with’ and going back to the first bullet point, he gets kicked out again wAH. at this point he might have been 15 and its when he starts trying to date girls, despite hearing everyone’s sounds of deceit and lies time and time again, he still goes through with it. and the rest is canon, 

OK. thats basically my brain vomit about zenitsu backstory. i am deceased and IM JUST PURELY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME I THINK ABT HIM KDFKLGDFDGHF. thank u sm if u read this far, i appreciate it ;_______;

[dumbgothbunny]

May I request a darkly sweet threeway with Mic and Aizawa please? They blackmail a teaching assistant at UA into kissing them whenever they demand it, only kissing, till they decide to take her home. They make her strip and play with herself in front of them, then start to body worship and praise her for being good, maybe helping her finger herself to orgasm? I think intimate acts like kissing and worship when you don't want it could fuck someone up. 💖

oh gosh i really hope you like this >//w//

Your life had been a hard one- starting from birth all the way into your teen years. Your quirk was dangerous- mind control- and had been carefully monitored throughout your early life. The constant pressure and scruitany had caused you to rebel. You’d been a petty villain- stealing and setting dumpsters on fire- causing a nuisance for police and heros just because you could. You never got caught though- and as you grew older you stopped rebelling- fell in line-  and straightened up; vowing right then and there never to use your quirk unless it was to save others in need. At the ripe age of 21 you were now a teaching assistant. You were shared between two classes, both senseis well known pro heros. To say it was nerve wracking was an understatement…. And worse…

They’d found out about your past.

Hizashi Yamada had been the one to bring it up one day on your lunch break. The three of you, Aizawa, yourself, and Yamada, were sitting together, eating some delicious bread from the school store. You’d been absolutely terrified. This job was still new to you. You wanted to teach and help children like you succeed. You wanted them to know that they could be extraordinary, no matter how crazy the quirk. All that could be taken away the moment one of them decided to tell.

So. When they’d promised to keep it a secret you’d been thankful. That is, until Yamada added his ‘circumstances’

You’d looked at Aizawa, hoping that he’d talk some sense into his friend.. But he was smiling, arms crossed. Thats when you knew… they’d talked this over. They were going to share you..

The request was simple enough. Kisses. Whenever they wanted them. Sometimes they’d have you sit in Yamadas lap, moving back and forth between their lips. Other times they’d pull you into supply closets- sneak a kiss between classes. The demands grew with time- and now, halfway through the school year- you’d grown accustomed to being summoned at almost any moment- only to be pressed against a wall and frenched until your vision went dark.

“(Y/N).”

His voice shakes you from your thoughts, body jolting in shock. You’d been so caught up in your own mind that you hadn’t heard him calling for you. The rain is coming down hard, and you’d hoped to stand under the school entrance until it let up, why you’d forgotten an umbrella was beyond you.

The blonde pro hero rests his arm on your head, grinning down at you. As if on cue, Aizawa comes from down the stairs, stopping beside Hizashi.

“Little birdie seems to have forgotten her umbrella today, eh?”

You huff in frustration, moving out from under him.  The Erasure hero shakes his head, moving to walk in front of you both.

“Come on. Hizashi will share his with you. Follow us home.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Present Mic snorts.

“It’s not a request. You’re coming with us.”

  You keep your eyes down, refusing to look either of your senior heros in the face. They’ve got you on Hizashi’s bed- no surprise its huge- just like his personality, You’re in Yamada’s lap, facing him- with Aizawa pressed against your backside. The sleepy hero nuzzles into your neck, his hands pressed up under your shirt. Its the first time either of them have done anything besides kiss you, and you’re a tad bit nervous. You squeak, chewing at your lower lip. Neither of these men are unattractive… and after kissing them for so long it’d be a lie to say you didn’t feel a little something for the two of them… even if you didnt particularly want to.

“We’ve decided… we want to change our little.. Arrangement.”

Aizawas voice is right in your ear, his lips caressing at the soft lobe.

“O-Oh..?”

Hizashi leans forward, flicking his tongue out to taste your lips. You immediately open your mouth, allowing him to move in, lips locking together in a gentle kiss. Aizawa continues to speak.

“We no longer want just kisses. We both want… the same thing..”

His hands press up under your bra, a low moan vibrating in your throat, only to be swallowed down by the blonde in front of you. Aizawa gropes at your chest, his thumbs playing with your perk, erect nipples.

“Oh… they’re pierced..?”

Your cheeks get even hotter. Hizashi pulls away for a moment, brows raised.

“Whhhaaaa!? No way!?”

Erasurehead removes his hands, only to lift up your shirt and bra in one swoop. You raise your arms.

Hizashi whistles, taking in your creamy skin. Sure enough two small silver balls are resting against your nipples. His eyes meet yours as he leans forward, pressing his lips to one of them. He takes one in his mouth, tongue twirling and pressing against it. You gasp, arching your back against Aizawa. It feels good- so good. The hero behind you chuckles.

“It seems she wants the same thing as us, Hizashi.”

You whine in response, fingers gripping into Yamadas hair. You’d almost expected him to complain- to tell you NOT to touch the hair… but instead he lets out a dirty moan, slurping against your piercing. The noise sends a rush of heat right to your core.

Aizawa’s fingers roam, his body slowly moving backward, bringing you with him. He’s flat on his back, you on top of him, and Hizashi on top of you. Your legs part for him- long fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants and panties. You can feel the groan rumbling against your back.

“Hizashi- she’s soaking.”

The blonde purrs, moving from one nipple to the other. You’re a writhing mess, crying out as the two of them work you- Aizawa pressing into your clit; Yamada slurping and teasing your nipples. They’ve got you completely riled up- your hips begin to grind down on his fingers, body becoming desperate for release.

You’re almost granted it.

Almost.

As if sensing how close you are, both of them halt their actions. You whine at the loss of contact. They begin to move, leaving you on your back. Hizashi pulls off his shirt, eying you with dark a look.

“I cant wait to finally fuck you- I’ve been begging Aizawa to do this since the beginning.”

You hear him snort behind you, can see the dark pair of pants flung to the corner of the room.

“If we’d have fucked her right then and there she’d have been utterly horrified.”

That was true. Just kissing had been so scary at first. You turn your head, only to be rewarded with an eye full of Erasurehead. He’s bulk- a lot more ripped than you thought he’d be- and my god his cock- its… its big. Like. mondo big.

“Ahh.. staring isn’t very nice you know, Kitten.”

His words make you shudder. Hizashi’s finger presses under your chin, bringing your gaze back to him.

“On all fours, little birdie.”

   They dont show you any mercy.

Aizawa is deep in your throat, his fingers gripping at the strands of your hair. Tears spill out over your cheeks, body jerking forward with every harsh motion of Hizashi’s thrusts. They’re being so rough with you that it’d be scary… if you didn’t like it so much. Your eyes look up- only to lock with the Erasure heros. He smirks, taking hold of your hair much tighter. You groan around his cock. Behind you Hizashi curses, a loud smack rattling your body.

“Fuck ‘Zawa, when you did that she got so tight-”

“She’s a good little slut isn’t she?”

You purr around him, making his mouth curl into a grimace.

The pace only gets rougher- between the tugging of your hair and the way Hizashi is spanking you, drilling into your tight heat, you wont last long. You’re so close to orgasm- you can feel it, threatening to take over. Aizawa pulls himself from you lips, a thick strand of saliva and precum connecting your mouth to his head.

“Okay Hizashi, let me in too.”

You yelp when the blonde takes hold of you, falling back onto the mattress. You stay seated on him, his arms taking your legs and opening you wide, exposing him to the hero before you. Aizawa’s eyes go dark, a snarl on his lips.

“Shit.. she’s so fucking hot.. We should’ve done this sooner.

Mic thrusts up into you, making you cry out for him.

“Thats what i was saying before, Shota.”

Your arms outstreach, inviting your other lover to join you. He takes the invitation the moment its presented, chest pressed to chest.

“I’ll go slow..”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek as he begins to press inside you.

The stretch burns in a pleasant way, your cunt taking both cocks hungrily. Nails dig into Aizawa’s back, a loud whine ripping from your throat. They still their movements for a second, Hizashi kissing along your shoulder and Aizawa along your jaw.

“P-Please…”

The blonde beneath you chuckles.

“Please what, little bird?”

“F-Fuck me..”

Thats all they needed to hear. Sweaty skin grinds against sweat skin- slick oozing out of you to cover both men. They drive into you with hunger, devouring everything you have to offer and more. They’re sure to mark you- sucking deep bruises into your otherwise flawless skin. The bedpost bangs rapidly against the wall of their apartment, but neither of them seem to care if the neighbors complain about the noise. Your voice is hoarse by the time you cum- your cry of pleasure breaking off into a silent scream. However, just because you’re done doesn’t mean they are. The two men continue to fuck you, lavishing you with soft kisses and sweet words.

You’re not sure who finishes first- but neither of them pull out until they’re both soft. Aizawa rolls your limp body over, your head resting against one of Present Mics pillows. Its soft. You let out a sleepy sigh of content. .

“Hizashi. Your phone.”

Mic throws the sleepy hero his iphone, brows arched. You hear the sound of a Camera snap, but you’re too out of it to really care much. All thats on your mind is the afterglow.

The blonde looks over, whistling at the photo he’d just taken. It’s you, ass marked red with his handprints- their cum oozing out of your opening.

“Something for us to keep. Send that to me. My phone’s in my room.”

[kz-i-co]

Until Dawn

Spin off of Dyling LIght: Part 1 | Part 2

» Summary: He’s reckless, careless, but he might be the hero you fall in love with at the end of the day.

» Pairing: Min Yoongi (suga) / Reader

» Genre: Angst/fluff - zombie au

» Words: 5.2k

» A/N: I would recommend reading at least Dying Light Part 2 to read this story, for those who haven’t. This story basically starts off in Part 2 where you meet Yoongi’s character.

»Part 2

» m.list ╫ bts masterlist

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"She kicked me out, for the second time now." He sighed. "She's just playing hard to get."

He looked towards his only open ears. "Don't look at me like that." He spoke to the brainless zombie. "I'm not untieing you." He threw out his cigarette and crushed into under his boot.

"Huh, I see you invited some of your friends." He untied the zombie from the tree. "You're free go to them." He spoke and the zombie came right towards his.

He walked backwards to stay away. "Not to me." He kept walking and the other herd of zombies came towards him. "Go home." He teased and stuck his foot out tripping the zombie.

"My bad." He laughed. "Whatever follow me all you want." He turned around facing forward down the long lonesome road.

"Let me know if you guys get tired." He smirked.

The herd kept growing bigger as 3 more no 4 more would approach the more he walked. 30 following the most but all Yoongi did was laugh.

As the sun was setting he stopped suddenly as the zombies had a chance to catch up. "Its getting dark." He said and started walking towards the forest. Half through the forest, he noticed a small trap enclosure that was hooked to the tree.

He looked at the handy work and just smirked in amusement. "Amatures."

He stepped on the trap, getting pulled up in the net purposely. He felt comfortable in the net, almost like a hammock. He put his arms behind his head and started closing his eyes.

-

You walked through the woods, scouting for food until you heard the growl of multiple zombies. You snuck around the trees and saw tons of zombies trying to reach your filled net that was hung in the tree. You couldnt make out the person stuck inside but you saw no movement.

You catch the zombies attention and they started coming towards you. You picked up your riffle and shot the 20 or 30 zombies that were lingering by. Your gun had a silencer so you didn't have a problem bringing more attention towards you.

You picked up a pebble and threw it towards the net.

"Ow." He said.

You recognized the voice. "A.D?"

"(Y/N/N)." He sat up. "Are you following me? I knew you liked me."

"No idiot. This is my trap." You smirked.

"Oh." He laughed. "Its your trap."

"What's so funny?"

"I thought maybe you recruited a 10 year old or something." He said laying back once again.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Its not that good, it's barely even hidden." He complained.

"But you got caught?" You were confused.

"I wanted some sleep."

"You are unbelievable." You mumbled to yourself.

You still couldn't figure out this guy. He goes around carelessly and gets caught but he managed to still be a badass. You didn't understand him. The actions he chooses would get a normal person killed, but yet he is still around, unharmed. He was interesting enough that you were curious of what he did before the outbreak.

"You have two groups out there trying to kill you, why do you linger around?" You asked.

You saw his hand appear out of the net holding a knife and then he threw it at the tree getting him down with no problems. He stood up and took his knife out of the tree. "Lucky I didn't land on my machete, that wouldn't be pretty." He laughed placing his knife back into his pocket.

"Why are you still here." You were only a few miles away from your camp.

"Stop acting like you don't know." He walked closer to you that once you stepped back, you ran into a tree.

"What?"

"Its because I like you, thought that was obvious." He leaned in forward and gave you an intense stare.

"Why me?" You asked feeling flustered for a second but then gently pushed him away.

"Because you fascinate me." He turned around as he heard a zombie sneaking up behind him. He kicked it's shin, causing it's leg to break and crawl around.

He slammed his foot to its head, killing it instantly.

"You barely know me." You continued your conversation.

"Did you forget I was welcomed into your group?"

"Only for a week until they found out you're a spy, then they locked you up trying to kill you." You said.

"I'm not a spy. I left that group for obvious reasons." He looked serious.

"Try convincing that to my uncle." You folded your arms.

"Why should I? I don't want to be apart of his cult anyway." He snipped.

"But you never leave." You arched your eyebrows.

"I do.....I wander around." He shrugged. You just raised your eyebrows once again. "I don't want to leave you."

You laughed. "You're acting like I'm your girlfriend."

"You can be, all you have to do is ask." He smirked.

"Yeah right."

He knew deep down you cared for him, even though you convinced yourself not likely. He was a nuisance and his crush was a little out of hand.

"If you're so afraid of terminus, then why protect them, why won't you tell my uncle where they are." You said.

"I'm not afraid."

"Then what is it?"

"I still have family in there." You looked at him in pain. You had no idea. "I was lucky to escape, and now they have them locked up probably waiting to hack them up into stew." His tone was angry.

"You want to get them back?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Then let us help you."

"I don't trust your group, all you do is blow up building's thinking that is some kind of solution, you will probably only get them killed." You were taken back by what he said.

"Let me help you, just me."

"I can't let you." He said.

"Why?"

"I don't want you getting hurt."

You gave him a sly glare. "Really? I can handle myself." You gestured to the graveyard of zombies scattered around you.

"Doesn't matter, I can't let you get involved with these people."

"But, I-"

He pulled you into him unprepared, slaming his lips towards yours. You felt something unusual as he kissed you, something you couldn't explain.

He pulled away suddenly, smirking once again being cocky he took your breath away. "Please shut up."

Then he walked away.

"Hey." You followed him.

"Wait, you're following me?" He turned around for a second them continue on his way.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna sneak in and get my friends out."

"How are you gonna pull that off?" You asked causing him to turn around suddenly and give you an unamused glare.

"You seriously asking that?"

"But you've always gotten caught by us?"

"Sometimes you act like the smartest person I know but then you ask these dumb questions." He said causing you to pout. "I got caught on purpose, just to see you.....Well also I like to fuck with you guys.....your uncle's hilarious when he's pissed off." He laughed. "Like throwing that zombie at me? That was the best one yet."

"I don't get you."

"That's probably a good thing, since my life is so complicated." He turned around and started walking again.

You didn't know what was happening to you. The more you observed him the more you were feeling emotionally connected.

....

You both stopped for a break, sitting on the railing of the nearby bridge.

"So here's the question of the day, do zombies float?" He asked getting up.

"Is this your life, just playing around with stupid zombies?" You asked watching as he was close to the edge of the bride where it was split down the middle. He whistled to a nearby zombie to get its attention.

"Sometimes you need to have fun so you don't go crazy."

"I feel like you're already hit crazy." You giggled causing him to glare.

You smiled watching him take the zombie and pushing it off the bridge straight into the water. You started laughing until he glanced at you. You tried to hide your laughter instantly to show him you weren't enjoying his company. You hated the fact that you were starting to get affected by him. He was already cocky saying you liked him, you didn't want to prove him right.

"They dont." He walked back over. "Am I hallucinating or did I see you laugh?"

"Why would I laugh at one of your stupid tricks?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I didn't." You argued.

He sighed. "I wish you would just admit it already?"

"Admit what? You're an idiot." Now you laughed.

"That you like me."

"Stop saying I like you." You turned away.

"Then why didn't you pull away when I kissed You?" He leaned forward giving you butterflies.

"I-I."

"What?" He asked being more cocky.

"I was in shock that's why." You got up.

"Because I'm such a good kisser." He smiled.

You growled frustrated pushing a zombie off the bridge.

"I need to get going anyway." He started. "I'm almost at the entrance."

"What entrance?"

"Terminus." He said.

"Its this close?"

"Yeah, it's probably only an hour walking distance near your camp."

You got chills up your spine. You had no idea it was this close. He stopped at a sewer lid in the middle of the street.

"This is the entrance?" You asked.

"No but this is how I will sneak in." He spoke.

"Wait, you're going now? Why don't you wait until we make up a plan or something." You said almost panicking.

He looked at you with confusion. "I never plan, I just do."

"How do you survive this long?"

"I'm just lucky, that's all." He said quite sad to your surprise.

"I'm not letting you do this right now. You need to eat, have a good night's sleep, more ammo."

"Are you worried about me?"

"No." You folded your arms.

"Then give me one reason why I shouldn't do this right now."

You panicked. Why were you being so stubborn? Just say it. Then he will win.

He leaned down opening the entrance. "I don't want you to get hurt okay."

"How come?" He stood back up with a dumb grin on his face.

You didn't know what to say. You were tongue tied. "That's good enough for me." He grabbed your hand and led you towards your camp.

-

"I'll sneak in your window." He went around the building.

"Wait how do you know which room is mine?" You asked.

"I know the blueprints of your whole building." This guy.

"Okay." You walked inside deciding not to question. You gave the signal at the gate and they let you in.

"Got anything?" One of the guys said.

"Nope, someone ruined all my traps."

"Do you know who?" They asked.

"Nope." You shrugged trying not to smile.

You tried to avoid everyone to get to your room as fast as you could. Once you entered your room. He was sitting on your bed looking through your massazines.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Just curious of what you read."

"You know there is another bed over there." You said.

"I like yours." He smiled.

"I will hurt you." You leaned down about to grab his collar but he pulled you down first and turned you over so he was laying right on top of you. You couldn't help but be hypnotized by him.

"Let me come with you tomorrow." You spoke finally getting out of your trance.

"No." Was all he said.

"I'll let you kiss me again." You bargained.

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I can be a big help."

"If you come with me, you better do what I say and no complaining or acting on your own." He said.

"Okay."

He leaned down about to kiss you but you held up your hand. He looked at you confused and impatient.

"I didn't say when." You smiled and rolled over letting him fall off the bed. He sat up and stared at you disappointed. "We get out of this alive tomorrow, I'll do more then kiss you." You smirked, rolling away from him.

It was the first time you had him speechless. He smiled to himself and walking over to the other bed. He was prepared to get a good night's sleep.

-

He woke up before the sun and snuck out of your camp without waking you. He traveled to the Ember camp sneaking in no problem. He went to J-Hopes room seeing him no where to be found until he thought of another option. He went to the room he knew he should be in and stood corrected seeing him curled up in bed with the girl he met at your camp.

He tapped J-Hope, covering his mouth quickly so he wouldn't get startled. "I need your help." Yoongi whispered.

He rubbed his eyes getting up. J-Hope moved as slow as possible so he would wake his girl up. He grabbed some things leaving the room in silence. J-Hope got dressed quickly and grabbed weapons.

"Are you gonna explain to me?" He asked.

"Did she tell you about terminus?"

"Yeah."

"I need to take them out, but I need help."

"How are we going to do this?" J-Hope asked. "I mean, it's just us."

"I have a plan." Yoongi said and they snuck out of the Ember camp.

They walked down the road until they reached the sewers. "Okay so what's the plan?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"What?" He said alarmed.

"No worries, I have explosives." He opened the lid.

"Great idea." J-Hope said sarcastically.

"But I have people to save first." He jumped down.

"Ew, why the sewers man?" J-hope made a face of disgust.

"Because this leads right to their basement.....but I'm sure it will be guarded."

"Is this like a suicide mission, because I'm not down with that?" J-Hope clicked on his flashlight and wrapped a face mask to avoid as much smell as possible.

"Be careful, there could be zombies in here."

"Great, but you didn't answer my question." J-Hope spoke again feeling anxious. "A.D."

"I don't plan on dying." He answered. "Also can I ask a favor." He stopped in his tracks.

"What?"

"Can your camp take in my friends?"

"Sure man." J-Hope agreed. "You're welcomed as well.....Krane wants to give you the master bedroom for what you did for us." J-Hope laughed.

"I'm flattered, but I have another bed I rather sleep in." He smiled to himself.

"That girl, that helped us? It looked like you were in prison there dude."

"Yeah, I'm not welcomed there, but I like to sneak in for fun." Yoongi said.

"Well, you can stay with us officially and you can sneak in and out as you please." J-Hope said causing Yoongi to smile.

"Sounds good." He gave him a high five which triggered a zombie to appear out of the darkness.

Yoongi was quick to approach him with his machete but as soon as he reached him a knife took him out right in the eye. Yoongi looked back at J-hope in amazement.

"You're good with knives." Yoongi took it out and handed it back to him.

"Just a little." He smiled.

"I killed most of them last time I was down here but who knows." Yoongi stopped in front of a latter that was drilled into the stone wall. "Just through there."

"Thought of a plan yet?"

"You're good at sneaking in and out of places, that's why I wanted your help. I want you to place these cans in every room. It's 3 in the morning so everyone should be sleeping. I'm going into the prison to get my friends out."

"Once you placed every can, come back here and if I'm not back.....leave."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"I should be back before you but if I'm not dont worry about it, just get away from here as fast as you can." Yoongi made it clear.

"Okay."

"You read-" Just as he spoke they heard something coming this way in the water. Yoongi helded up his hand to keep quiet.

They both slowly moved to the corner of the sewer as they saw a flash light coming this way. When it got close enough Yoongi jumped out and a scream was heard.

"(Y/N/N) What the fuck are you doing here?" Yoongi almost shouted.

"What the fuck are you doing, you said I can help you?" You snapped.

Yoongi rubbed his forehead frustrated. "Please leave."

"No."

"Hi." J-Hope waved awkwardly.

"Why does he get to help you?" You were getting more frustrated.

"Because."

"Because why, I'm capable-"

"I don't want you getting hurt. Why don't you understand." Yoongi snapped. "Please just stay here."

"What if you get hurt?" You said feeling upset.

"Then I get hurt, as long as these people pay for what they did."

"You're gonna just risk your life like that?"

"I'm not worried about it." He spoke. "I've made it out of tough situations before."

"You told me you survive because you are lucky, your luck is bound to run out someday." He didn't want to look at you.

"Then that's the risk I'm willing to take."

"Why are you doing this?" You said weakly. "What about our promise?"

"I'm not saying I'll break that promise." He smiled.

"I will let you help but dont complain." He tilted your head up to look at him. "Come on."

They went up the stairs. The basement looked pretty empty.

"Here's the plan." He started. "J-Hope is putting these cans all over the place, they are basically explosives okay?" You nodded. "I'm going to get my friends which is right up those stairs. Once you see J-Hope, turn this knob here." He showed you were it was.

"What does this do?" You asked.

"You'll see." He said with no hint of emotion in his expression.

"What if you're not back?"

"Just turn it if you see J-Hope, that's the only instructions I'm giving you."

"Okay." You said nervous.

"Ready?" He looked at J-Hope and he went up the basement stairs ready to do his part.

"Please make it back."

"Don't worry." He looked at you with a concerned look.

He was about to head up the stairs but you stopped him. "I know this is a bad time but-" You started.

"What?" He asked.

You stepped closer bringing your lips towards his. "Please be careful."

"You like me." He said with a smirk causing you to roll your eyes.

"Just hurry." You pushed him.

As soon as Yoongi snuck around the corner he saw the entrance to the prison lock up. He saw Simon guarding. He always hated that guy.

He went around greeting him not caring about being sneaky. "Hey Simon what's up." The guy had his gun out immediately. "Is that necessary?"

He walked closer. "You know your safety is on."

Simon looked down at his gun and Yoongi slammed it against his temple knocking him out instantly. "Idiot."

He grabbed the keys unlocking the door. "Suga!"

His friends greeted. "V." He unlocked his chain and went around to wake up Jin and JK. Once they woke up they looked at their friend with happiness.

"Where's RM and Jimin?" He asked.

"They make RM make bullets, so he sleeps next to the weapon room." Jin said.

"What about Jimin?" He asked.

"Garrett took Jimin a few days ago." V said in pain.

Yoongi slammed his fist against the door. "Come on, let's go." Yoongi started.

He lead them to the basement floor. "Get down there, I'll be back....I'm going to get RM." He said and ran down the hall.

The weapon room was locked so he had to sneak into the leaders room to get it. He groaned to himself but got there as quick as possible. He snuck in as quietly as possible. He opened the drawer and retrieved the keys and made his way out of the room. He unlocked the weapons room waking up RM.

"Suga?"

"Get to the basement right now." Was all he said.

"Okay." He grabbed a few weapons. "Wait, did you get the others?"

"Yes, they are there already." He spoke.

"What about Jimin?" RM asked.

"He's still alive?" Suga asked.

"Yeah, he's in the wreck room." Suga couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was the room where they kept the zombies chained up to keep other zombies away.

"Why?"

"He spat at Gareth, when he said you betrayed us."

"Get to the stairs I'll get him." Suga said and ran to the right direction. He unlocked the room and was hit with the smell immediately.

He saw Jimin in the corner sleeping but the worst part was how beaten up he looked. He must of been getting tortured.

He ran over to him as soon as possible and picked him up. "Suga." He said weakly.

"I'm here." He put his arm around his shoulder since he was too weak to walk. He noticed his weight change as well breaking his heart. "These assholes are gonna pay, don't worry."

Halfway down the hallway a loud noise rang through the hallway and a sharp pain hitting Yoongi's shoulder. He collapse dragging poor Jimin down with him.

"I thought I would see you again." Gareth said coming closer holding the gun in his hand.

"Suga, get up." Jimin shook his friend.

Yoongi tried to get up but the bullet wound in his shoulder was too painful to resist. "You need to get out of here right now, go to the basement." He told Jimin as quietly as possible before Gareth reached them. "Go." He yelled.

Jimin cried for his friend but went in the right direction and tripped from being so weak.

Gareth had the gun pointed at him but before he could shoot and knife came flying towards his back.

He fell to the floor as the gun slid across the floor. J-Hope was right at Yoongi's side trying to help him up.

"No, help Jimin out please." He begged.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine, I need to deal with him before I leave." He watched as Gareth pulled the knife out of his back. He started to get up.

J-hope did what he was asked and helped his friend out.

.....

"J-Hope where is A.D?" You asked as soon as you saw J-Hope and a light colored haired boy.

"Turn the knob."

"Where-" You kept asking.

"He's been shot."

As soon as he said those words, your whole existence froze in fear. Your face started to swell as tears came down your cheeks in the matter of seconds.

J-Hope was about to turn the knob but you stopped him. "No."

You were about to run up the stairs but J-Hope grabbed onto you tightly. "(Y/N/N) listen to me, we need to turn this on or we will all die."

"I cant leave him."

"We have to, it's what he wanted."

"No." You cried.

J-Hope turned the knob and a few seconds later the first explosion went off, then the second. "We need to get out of here now."

"No." You cried, but J-Hope dragged you out back down to the sewers. As soon as you were all inside, you heard the last explosion come above your head.

You felt like you couldn't breath from the tragic loss. But J-hope carried you on his back the whole way.

As soon as you reached outside, the sun was starting to set. You all watched the building erupt with fire and zombies in the distance go closer. You all looked at the building with sadness in your eyes.

"Come on." RM started and you all turned around heading in the opposite direction.

You hoped off J-Hopes back and followed the boys slowly. You decided to turn around one last time and as you did you saw a figure walking through the grass.

Your face lit up with relief as you saw Yoongi walking. He was weak and started to fall in the grass.

"A.D." You ran to him as fast as you could. The boys late reaction had them a few inches behind you.

As soon as you reached him you noticed his blood soaked shoulder. He was dying.

"No please get up." You cried.

He held his hand up holding yours tightly. "You like me." He said weakly.

"Yes, I like you idiot." You leaned down kissing him passionately. "Please get up."

"Its Okay."

"No, it's not, you aren't allowed to die."

Jin leaned down checking his pulse. "We don't have much time, we need medical supplies quickly."

"My camp isn't far form here." J-Hope said.

"We better hurry, if he is going to make it." RM picked him up and carried him on his back. They ran as fast as they could to the camp.

....

Once you reached the camp J-hope did the signal and the gates opened.

"He needs a doctor right now."

You followed the boys as they lead him to the nurses office, where the doctors stayed.

"A.D?" You asked as soon as RM put him down on the table. He wasn't responding. "Why isn't he moving?" You cried.

The doctor leaned down with the stethoscope listening. "He's still with us, but his heart is beating very slow."

He hooked him up to an IV. "I'm not sure how long he has."

You jittered with panic. "(Y/N) Come with me." J-Hope said. "Just in case."

You nodded and left with J-Hope. He figured if he passed, you shouldnt be there to see it.

You sat as J-Hope got you some water. "He told me he couldnt die." You shook in fear.

"He's brave.....and reckless."

You bit your nails with more tears streaming down your face. "J-Hope?"

You both looked up and you noticed it was the girl that you helped break free only a week ago. J-Hope stood up and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and kiss her sweetly.

"Where were You?"

"We got rid of terminus. Or A.D did."

"A.D? Is he here?" She asked.

"He was shot, he's getting treated." J-Hope said keeping his voice down.

She looked at you with sadness seeing how broken you were. "I hope he is okay."

"Me to."

-

You woke in the middle of the night, feeling broken once again. The Embers were nice enough to let you stay the night. You snuck out your room and made your way down the hall until you stopped into the nurses office, or at least that's what is was before the outbreak.

You opened the door and saw the first bed lied Jimin as he was weak as well. He was in a deep sleep so you walked past him slowly to not wake him. You then made your way to the last bed seeing Yoongi. You went up to him and gently put your ear to his mouth to make sure he was still with you. You smiled painfully feeling the soft breath of air.

You held his hand feeling him warmly. "Please be Okay." You whispered as more tears made their way down your face.

"You're so annoying, cocky, arrogant, and stupid, but I'm glad you came into my life." You wiped your tears. "I cant live without you."

You felt his hand tighten around yours and you looked at him instantly. "(Y/N/N)?" He said softly.

"A.D?" You leaned forward.

"Yoongi." He spoke.

"What?"

"That's my real name." You couldn't stop your tears from falling.

"(Y/N)."

"That's a beautiful name." You smiled just hearing his voice. "Stop crying....I'll be okay."

He coughed softly. "Like you said, my luck had to run out eventually." His voice was so weak it broke you.

"This is luck just hearing your voice." You lift his hand to your mouth kissing it softly.

You slept there the rest of the night with him holding your hand.

-

~One week later~

"Where do you go all the time?" Your Uncle asked you.

"Looking for stuff, like food, medicine, weapons."

"We have plenty." He said.

"Sometimes I just like to go for a walk, not be so cooped up in here." You explained.

"Be careful."

"I know." You left and didn't look back.

....

You gave the signal to the gate and they let you in. The Embers had welcome you in with open arms. They were a great establishment. Very friendly people and you wish you could be here full time but you were forced to stay with family.

You walked to the hospital and saw Yoongi sitting in bed with a pillow over his face. You walked over gently touching him and he sat up staring at you. "Thank God, take me away from him."

Jimin looked at him sadly. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"You just talk to much."

"I missed you, is that so bad?" Jimin pouted.

"Stop being mean to your friend." You smiled. "Can you walk?"

He got up slowly. His arm was in a brace. "Its just sore."

"Looks like you still have a while to recover....that means your playing around with zombies gotta stop."

"Whatever." He said grouchy.

"You had to be the big hero, it's your own fault."

"They gave me a room." He said as you both walked down the hall. "But I still have to sleep in the doctors office for another week."

"Does that mean, you're staying for a while?" You looked at him hopeful. "My family is here now, I'm not going anywhere."

"But I wish you could stay here." He continued.

"I know, but I cant just leave my family." You said sadly.

"That's not a problem." You stopped as you reached a room.

"Wow. It's cute."

Since their was an old preschool, the walls were still colorful and there was letters all over the wall.

"I share with Jimin." He rolled his eyes playfully.

You laughed. "How adorable."

"He's okay I guess." He teased.

You went over to the bed laying down. "Your bunks are more comfortable then ours."

You sat up looking at him watching you. "How bad does your shoulder hurt?"

"It hurts less everyday."

"I made a promise to you." You smiled.

"The kiss? You already fulfilled that promise many times."

"But I said something else remember?" You bit your lip. "But I guess I'll have to wait until your injury is better."

He gave a questionable look. "Are you playing with me?"

"No, sorry."

He came over and sat on the bed as you leaned up to sit next to him. You kissed him as passionately as it was the last time. You never know in this kind of world. You always joked saying you wanted him to leave you alone but the little time you actually thought you lost him you couldn't live. He was important to you before you even knew it.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"I wont."

"I mean it this time, no more dumb suicide missions. You can't do everything on your own."

"Okay." He smiled but then it turned to a frown quickly. "I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"The leader of terminus, he was the one that shot me." You grabbed his free hand comfortably. "Before I could kill him the first explosion happened and the air was just dark and foggy that he ran off."

"Wait, are saying he's still alive?"

"Yeah, I need to find him, and kill him. Unless we are all in danger."

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Letters To The Sky. {B.CH]

One night can change someone’s life forever. That’s what that one night with Chan did to you. The man you only knew the name of, made you forget everything else you knew. But now you write letters to the sky in hopes to reach him, in hopes it can help you fix the mess.

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I sat at my cold window sill staring up into the star littered sky I had adressed my letters to. The same sky chan had told me he was from,  the one night I was with him. It seemed to be the only distinct memory from that hazy night.  That was the last night that I ever felt anything other than sorrow. One of the only other things I remember was, chan said that it would be a while before we meet again, but that we would. I used to hold on to the hope that those few words gave me. But a few months ago I wrote the last of hundreds of letters I had wrote to him. The ones I had adressed to the sky.

Now I dont feel anything. It worries people, but they don't understand.  I don't think even I do. I don't understand why a vivid dream would make me feel something like this. Why someone from my imagination that I only knew the name and the face of would cause me this much trouble. I didn't know. The doctor said he did though, the psychiatric doctor from the hospital my parents had admitted me to. They said I was crazy. There was only one thing that I knew nowadays, and it was that I wasn't.  They just, didnt understand.  They didnt understand anything about why I refuse  to let go of the letters I didn't care for anymore. Why I spend all day reading them over and over again. Its weird, without the comfort of the thought that maybe he was real. Clearly, I mean look where I am now. Contemplating my life after reading the letters, for what could have been the ten thousandth time.

My thoughts were interupted by the opening of the heavy metal door, and the sound it made as it scraped across the tile of my room.

"Miss (L/N) it's time to go eat dinner with the others. Their making your favorite today."

I gave her a small nod in aknowledgment as I sat up off the window sill and adjusted my bland, grey sweatshirt, and made my way towards the door quickly before it shut and locked me in again.  This was the only time of day Id really ever come out of my room, except when I had to see Dr. Kim.  They gave us many opportunities throughout the day, but I never reallt felt like it, of course being too preoccupied by tbe letters,  and trying to figure what from my memories was reality and what wasn't. But, they wouldn't serve me food unless I went out to eat with the others. By the others I meant the other "tame" patients that wouldn't cause some type of riot.

As I entered the cafeteria I didn't really recognize anyone besides the ever so persistent Kim Sungmin. Who immediately rushed my way as soon as he spotted me.  I didn't really mind him, but sometimes he became a nuisance.

"Hey, (Y/N)! I told the doctors to come get you so we could play a game of uno together after lunch, but you never came, why?"

"You know how I am Sungmin."

"You miss him alot, huh?"

I sighed and walked towards the line of those who waited for their food. The doctor was right,  they were serving my favorite.

"How can I miss someone that im not sure was even real? Just, uh, sorry... I'll come play uno with you tomorrow."

Sungmin smiled, and we were left with only the noise of those around us as we waited in the line, and eventually for our food, before heading towards our usual  table, with only room for two.

We ate without talking as well. He clearly got the hint that I didn't wanna talk about Chan anymore. No matter how many of my thoughts he engrossed, I was still ashamed of it.

Eventually I started heading to my room before a nurse, I didn't recognize stopped me to inform me, that the schedule had changed and I needed to see Dr. Kim now, instead of tomorrow morning like I usually would have.

The doctor was only a few years older than me, you could tell that just by his face. Though,  he spoke with the confidence of someone who had decades more experience in his field than he had. He was nice, but he'd never stop prying into my thoughts. The ones I wouldn't like to disclose, not even here. Though, I guess that's what he gets paid to do, so I try and tell him as much as I am comfortable with. Which is nothing new anymore, so I don't why they keep on trying, it's been months since my first appointment.

"Miss (L/N), it's nice to see you again." The doctor said kindly, As I entered his office and sat down on the red couch across from his desk.

"As you, Dr. Kim."

"I told you to call me Woojin, we're friends, aren't we?"

"Dr. Kim, you're my doctor, nothing more, we have been over this."

"It never hurts to try." He says as he pulled my file and adjusts the glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose.

"Is there anything new, miss (L/N)?"

"Nothing but the weather, you know, the usual."

"Miss (L/N), we have been over this, you know you need to start sharing more. We can't help you unless you let us know whats going on. If not, you're free to leave."

With that, I stand up and exit the office without a word, and make my way back towards my room, with a nurse by my side,  of course, usual hospital protocol.

I was getting tired, and made the decision to finish the letters I had been reading before I was interupted for dinner, then head to bed after washing up. And I did. I finished the letters, I took a quick shower and changed.  I got under my covers with my thoughts still clouded with nothing, but chan.

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Angry people

Angry is the easiest feeling to be expressed out carelessly. A person nt in control of his will power will without thinking throw a tantrum, spew mean words and feed their own ego and we always take that risk of saying things that is irreversible. We know it'll hurt n assured that we won't do it again and be better BUT only to succumbed and let yourself give in to it.

But, what's intriguing is someone who can in the midst of angry fits still surpressing the dire need to burst on impulse calmly smile and knows that a waste of negative energy spent is a waste of ones precious moment.

It could destroy something you have build Relationship, rapport.. Friendship..just because protecting your ego with might while standing on your self manifested pedestal is more satisfying than accept a different views.. Those are short term satisfaction. Anger is never an 'appreciating assets' u might think u hurt 1 person but boy how naive you are that u forgot that surrounding eyes are watching u. Strangers who doesnt know u already seen the worst of you. What a fucking waste..

But wait, calm yes getting back to it. Being calm is almost like a through years of training and countless times of impulsive burst of anger you finally said fuck this shit. Wake up the next day and decide to smile more often and bearing murphys law in mind, wise to know the repercussion ahead of his action Is someone i think have won his battle with himself but still find a better solution to problem.

Im 1 angry guy. I felt like a cb everytime i let the devil take over control. It's like im being rape and helpless while im feeding the evil pride in me. Comes to a point whereby while im busy showing people im angry and belittling the guy im engage with i have that faint disappointing feeling at myself. But as usual, whack only later can talk. So, when that later comes and finally u let that faint voice out to speak, you have wasted many n possible thousands positive reaction just because you think you can doesnt mean you should homeboy.

It's hard having anger management . Harder when that's our only way to vent. Because loud gets attention and being loud while making sure you're in everyone bad rep list soothes your man pride.

I'm just ranting coz felt like a need to put it into words. And to put it here in public is so that my life struggles are my anger..because i chose self b4 others. Im selfish.

Fuck up part is that split second before gg to a full blown gayest rage ever you already set the chain of reaction. I fucking knew what the outcome, if people were hurt.. Causing nuisances to other but sadly i am blinded.

What im saying is alcohol destroy moral, substance abuse i find it funny why isit subtance abuse when you're actually abusing yourself with substance? These group forgo relationships to feed his addiction so on so forth.. This are accompanied by an object.. But anger is affiliated nothing physical or instigators. Yet we could inflict if not as much at least irreparable damage. Those 2 despicable addiction is curable. Take the alcohol off or drug from the abuser. Make it zero accessibility for the abuser and u solve a problem. Relapsses occur if he found new means to acquire his vice. But as long become sober and engaged healthily im sure he wld prefer sobriety than being in the limbo.

But anger is nothing compared to convincing bunch of fools thats people see the stupidity in them tat they tot its an achievement. Anger resides deep inside the crevices of your heart and its attached itself closely to short term memory in your brain. Why short term? Cz u angry u got time ah to think what happen years ago. You only want that quick flash of memory and say heyyyy fuck it same ol routine let's donk it. Then hell break lose.

For those like me or have your loved ones struggling managing their big pride small ego, never stop encouraging them through their small little achievemnt as simple that time how they isolate themself away from source of anger. I would sit and cuddle my knees and just breathe heavily sometimes i would cry butost of the time i forced feed my thoughts and rationalise my action. It can take longer trying to talk yourself out. At this crucial moment. It takes another bigger person, whos is the victim of the angry person to come to him and tell him, hey while ur trying calm yourself, you achieved to be im control of your impulsive action. Small but with constant uplifting words and encouragement, the person who use to be angrier than the word itself will surprise u that they are actually a fucking nice chap.

We're only human. Share the blame and help us who struggle with our anger by telling us u recognise that we're trying and this time round, i see your struggles. No more reason and excuse of people only wants to see you angry because its your weakness. And it is you not people who chose to portray your ugly side and play victim by saying all they see is your negativity.

Self before others, happy reign over sadness. Resentment is the route to self entitlement and ignorance. There's a reason why i grow into an adult and leave the adolescent phase because no dhit sherlock.. I am suppose to leave that childish behavior long ago amd grow into something much more wise and tolerant individual.

Remember words from a wise old green thing.

.. Anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. You suffer nvm ok. Your pasal. You hurt other u dai.. Its locked down in their bad memories and until u chose to change and accept changes, boy you're in for a long ride. The jokes on u if you remain the same coz you're missing out social interaction. Be in control of yourself coz thats shapes your tmr. What's the hype keeping negativity when being happy sparks more euphoric feeling and accepted socially . Shun your ego that god has embedded in you just so u cn mess around and devulged in it. Like me, i had too much time feeding it. But no, things will change. Once this is posted. This is my recovery. Rehabilitation to a happier fendi.. My war. If you're caught in argument with me, let me be the ones spouting nonsense. Engage with me in softer but confident tone of voice. And i will eventually realise im the retarded ones and Shut my fucking ass mouth up...thats when u step in n look for queues of me realising my bodoh. Help me and tell me that hey. U pick the right choice and domt feel like your helpless cz u chose to be calm. Its 1 small step to better days..and we will see u through it.

So... If want to cibai.. Dont cibai like the world is yours. Because got bigger cibai u havent met amd your small penis problem is nothing compared to the cats u neutered. Nabei your cock problem cannot handle want to intervene into some inmocent animal problem.

Nights. Remember if its too good to be true, it is.

From your angry ego bruised boy.

Bruised bane loll

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Watching a horror movie with their S/O

Minori

“The only scary thing in this room is my century year old existential crisis!” She says as she shoots you a finger gun and winks.

She’s that asshole whole talk throughout the movie.

“HEY! WhY ARe YoU GoInG THroUgH THaT DOor YA DuMMY!!!”

It’s better if you guys watch it at home because the other patreons will get annoyed.

And they will fuel Minori’s desire to be a nuisance. Which will ultimately lead you two to getting kicked out of the theater. Minori would feel a little bad about it tbh.

SO YOU TWO WATCH HORROR MOVIES IN THE COMFORT OF YOUR HOME!

She doesn’t really care about horror.

She’s mostly watching it to see how scared you get and get some extra cuddles.

If you play a mystery horror, she’ll actually be more quiet. You can’t tell if she’s actually likes it and focusing or she’s planning on something.

Sometimes she’ll ask you in a quiet voice of what you think is going on. Wanting your input.

If you shush her she’ll just shrug it off and go back to watching.

100% has her arm wrapped around your shoulder.

She’ll slowly start getting bored of the movie and just start fliddeling with random things. Like her sleeves, your hair, a random piece of paper she finds.

The only way to get her to jump is if you jump and cling onto her while she accidentally fell asleep.

She’d let out a small yelp as she protectively grabs you with wide eyes trying to analyze her situation.

But once she realizes you just got scared she’s going to tease you.

“Haaaa you got sccaaaarrreeeedd~ you’re so cuuuuuttteeee (Y/N)-Chaaaaannnnn~!”

Please smack her on the arm.

Yasushi

Why would you do this to him

He is a baby

He gets stressed enough for sticking with Minori for centuries.

He’s 100% going to be the one in your arms, squeaking at every remotely scary thing that happens.

He probably turns into a fennec fox and hides in your clothes/blankets

If you jump into his lap before he can do it to you, he’ll probably scream and wrap his arms around you with a vice grip.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH D-D-DONT WORRY (Y/N)-SAN!!! I-ITS N-NO-NOT REAL!!!!!”

He’s trying his best.

If you’re the type to talk and make fun of the movie he’ll be a little bit greatful. It makes him more relaxed.

He would be the one to get snacks during the movie if need be.

Totally not out of fear, he just wants to be the best boyfriend! Please stop looking at him like that.

Probably is too scared to walk back to the shrine, or just leave the house in general. Even if Minori was coming to pick him up.

So he’s staying the night as close to you as possible.

Any noise will keep him wide awake.

Please hold him and protect him. He’s doing his best and he is babie.

Understand that when he gets back to the shrine Minori is probably going to tease him for staying with you all night.

Yoshino

The only normal one when it comes to watching the movie.

She loves Horror Mysteries and she’ll always try to guess the twist at the end.

Sometimes you’d hear her mumble something about who the murderer is.

It’s all pretty cute to see her so focus on something.

However because of how much she’s focusing she ends up jumping back a lot more whenever there a jump scare.

Her little gasps are also extremely cute as well.

If you tease her, she’ll get a little huffy.

“Jump scares are just a cheap scare tactic!”

If you just snicker at her answer she’ll just blush and roll her eyes before going back to watch the movie.

She’ll most likely hold your hand during this and she rubs her thumb over your knuckles as she focuses.

If you brought snacks she’ll probably forget they exist until the movie is over, so more for you.

Or you can attempt to feed her if you’re feeling cutesy. She’ll let you she’s too focused.

If you suddenly jump into her arms out of fear it’ll probably scare her more then the actual scare.

If you’re too scared to go home alone, she’ll either drop you off or let’s you spend the night.

Most likely let’s you spend the night because just in case you two run into a demon, she doesn’t want to deal with it.

Tomo

He both loves horror movies and hates them.

They’re real hit or miss with him.

He does think Slasher films are fun though

“HAHAAa I’d kick the shit out of that thing! They have NOTHING on me!!!”

Yeah honey, I know you’re the god of War, a common axe murderer can’t really kill you.

He will insist that you sit on his lap. He says it’s “safer that way.”

He will be a little grabby if you do until you tell him to stop a couple of times.

Whenever you jump and let out a squeak he’ll get a smug ass smirk as he stares at the movie.

He‘ll even mumble how cute you are.

He wouldn’t really be affected by jump scares.

But it’s probably for the best if he didn’t. If he ever got scared he would destroy the TV/projector.

Tomo only knows fight or fight, there is no flight.

After the movie Tomo will probably attempt to run off to go fight Minori to the death again. But if you mention or show any signs that you are scared he’ll stay to protect you.

He’s 100% willing to do more with you other then protect.

But if you want just him to hold you then he will, his spooning game is topnotch those buff arms are meant for embraces 👌