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thunderheadfred · 3 years

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💥Bakugou HC's💥

Aged-up pro hero Katsuki for all of these. Some NSFW beneath the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

He’s scary good at everything he tries. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. It’s infuriating. Has zero patience when other people can’t immediately master a skill. Never let him teach you anything. Not that he’d offer, nerd.

He WILL offer, though. A lot. He can’t believe you still can’t Do That Thing. Tsh. Like THIS. You're gonna hurt yourself, Dummy.

But hold on. Of course you have unique skills of your own. You work hard to improve yourself. Trust me, he's the first person to notice. He doesn't praise anyone lightly, so when he raises his eyebrows and whispers he's impressed, your heart will go thermonuclear.

Perfect spelling and fully punctuated texts. Never uses abbreviations. Employs a grand total of four emojis, all of them angry faces. Constantly leaves you on read. He's busy, dammit.

Doesn’t smile or laugh in public (except sarcastically). His real smile is a crooked, fragile thing. Never make him feel self-conscious about it, or you might not see it again for weeks.

He does not talk about his private life to the press. Ever. Will K.O. rookie reporters who can't keep their big mouths shut.

HOweVER: he's intensely kind to his fans. There is a whole photographic sub-genre of little girls in cosplay hugging Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight like he's a Disney Princess.

Too smart for his own good. Emotionally hyper-vigilant. Overthinks every interaction to hell and back. Will act like he's not listening but actually hears every single word in a ten-block radius.

INSECURE AF. 110% convinced he will never be good enough. Terrified of his loved ones leaving him behind. Does he do anything to assuage his fears? Like... talk to anyone about it? Hell no. That would require admitting he has fears to begin with.

Seeing people upset makes him upset, especially if he doesn't know how to fix it.

The epitome of being mean because he cares. He genuinely does not seem to comprehend that monosyllabic grunts and lopsided shrugs are not actually that comforting.

Because he was such a brat growing up, he wants to make up for it now. Sort of. In his own way. Look, he's trying, okay?

He smells - so - good. Obscenely good. He doesn't wear cologne; are you joking? There's the burnt-sugar caramel candy smell of his quirk, for starters. And since he sweats deadly ammunition, he showers and wipes himself down almost constantly. He always smells clean. Like a fucking meadow.

Never got that growth spurt he was hoping for. He’s a short man - not even THAT short - but he has a Napoleon complex anyway. If you’re taller than him, the collars of your shirts will all be stretched out. He’s constantly dragging you down to his level. He will assert himself all the fucking time; the pissing contest is never-ending. Don’t wear tall shoes unless you want him to drag you around on a leash. If you’re shorter than him, that’s good. That’s very good. He likes that.

He’s an incredible cook, but everything he makes is a nuclear fire challenge. Adapt or starve.

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Dating

Makes artisanal, nutritionally flawless bento lunches for both of you. When people assume his S.O. makes them, he gets fucking pissed. Damn right your co-workers are jealous of my cooking.

Your pet name is Dummy. Don’t like it? Fine. You can be dumbass.

There will be zero PDA in this relationship. His hands are shoved so deep in his pockets you can’t even try.

Intensely private with the press. But with his friends, he will brag about you nonstop. Bakugou Katsuki has the most talented and attractive and intelligent S.O., and anyone who doesn't recognize that is blind. Were you assholes even listening?

A mutual buddy definitely recorded one of these drunken brag-rants and sent it to you for safekeeping. Do not let Katsuki find out about it, unless you enjoy having an ash pile for a phone.

Gets jealous about everything, at least at the start. He calms down eventually. Kinda. He stops saying shit to you about it, anyway, because he learns to trust you. But anyone who so much as looks at you in a too-friendly manner will get the death stare of a lifetime.

He’ll throw all kinds of temper tantrums and the two of you will argue about every tiny fucking thing. He’ll scream out car windows, he’ll ball up his shirt and gnash on it. But he will never raise his voice at you. He’d rather die than make you feel unsafe.

Honestly, the constant bickering is really just... uhh... passionate communication. Eventually you both hash out the important things. You'll learn how to step around his landmines and actually make your points, and he'll learn to open up. A little.

Once you meet his mom, Katsuki starts to make a lot more sense. His family just... emotes like that. Eventually, you and his dad form a spousal support group consisting of exactly two lifetime members. He teaches you the Bakugou family semaphore you need to survive a long-term relationship.

Katsuki can dish it out but absolutely cannot take it. The only person who can level with him about serious issues without explosive fallout is his dad. Or, on a lucky day, Kirishima.

If you give him a legitimate criticism (even gently!) he will take it about as gracefully as a knife to the gut, because it confirms everything he hates about himself.

To your never-ending shock, you’ve made him cry. Yes, CRY! You monster! More than once! His lip gets all *trembly* and his eyes get all *watery* and all you want to do is hug him, but. No. He’ll storm out and wander around for a few hours before coming back with the problem perfectly solved.

He always takes your advice to heart. No, he will NOT talk about it, stop asking.

Gets mad if you don’t snuggle him on the regular. Will drag you into his lap with a pissy little grunt. There might be two seats on this couch but you will not be needing both of them.

Takes pictures of you while you sleep.

Takes even more pictures of you when you're awake but think he's out of the room.

He looks at all these pictures when he's away on high-stakes jobs. He gets all bleary eyed and sleeps in a salty puddle without you. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.

You don’t have to meet him at the door or anything, but when he says “I’m home,” you’d better answer fast. If he doesn’t know your precise location in 0.05 seconds, he will assume you’ve been kidnapped. He never checks the fridge for notes. Never assumes you've gone down to the konbini for a snack. No, it’s kidnapping every time.

A terrrrrrible bed partner. He goes to bed at senior citizen hours and will never fuck you after sundown. He snores SO loud. Runs hot and sweats through the sheets. Slaps and elbows you in his sleep and aggressively spoons you with his loud, sweaty body. You WILL want to suffocate him. Separate bedrooms aren’t such a horrible idea......

BUT HANG ON, because in the morning he transforms into an honest-to-god angel. He's half awake, his guard is non-existent. Morning Katsuki is a doting kissy-faced marshmallow man.

If you can wake up before the ass-crack of dawn, he will pamper the fuck out of you. You are royalty for one (1) hour only, and he is your bleary-eyed slave. You want a cuddlefuck? You got it. Hugs? Kisses? Take as many as you need. You want a perfect, fluffy, NON-SPICY omelette with a heart drawn in ketchup? Here it is, gorgeous.

Then he gets in the shower and the spell is broken.

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💥bang BANG💥

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: this here is an ASS. MAN. He'll spank you with his quirk; doesn’t matter if you’ve been good or bad. Wants to see you wince when you sit down later.

Likes pounding you face down with a vice grip on your waist.

Unfortunately, even with all that said... he doesn't exactly have the feral beast sex drive you were expecting. He’s married to his work and has the fuddy-duddy habits of a once and future valedictorian. Only fucks you when he has the time and energy to fully dedicate himself to it.

But ohhhh. Shit. When it's time? It's TIME. The man will rush for nothing. Stamina for days. Making you cum as many times as possible is a point of pride. Yeah, you passed out once.

You’re gonna need those days off when he’s done with you.

That dick THICC.

Sends unsolicited dick pics. Only after you’ve been dating a good long while - he doesn't show that shit to just anyone. But yeah, don’t check your phone at work. He won't cum without you; those pictures and videos are time bombs. You better get home. Now.

Physically dominant as FUCK, but won’t verbally degrade you unless you ask. Well, let’s be honest. Unless you beg.

Praise him and reap the rewards. A long hard ego stroking will get him off more than touching his cock ever will.

Will grab your hair and fuck your throat. Will also stop immediately if you need him to.

The two of you have safe words and gestures. Even for vanilla stuff. He’s paranoid about scaring or hurting you. He insisted you both sign a color-coded ‘love contract’ that he meticulously formatted in a word processor. When you gave him guff about it, his blush was the darkest crimson you’d ever seen.

Coin-flip: he will sometimes be unbelievably gentle in bed. Doting and affectionate, taking perfect care of you. Like, it’s baffling. There’s no warning, the switch just flips. When you want him to be extra-rough and mean, he’ll sweetly worship you instead. For hours.

Bonus: he likes being penetrated. But of course he’s got a complex about that too. Super intense power bottom. You will never fuck him hard enough. He’d like to see you try. Hit his prostate just right and he might literally explode.

You'll live happily ever after but he will say he loves you out loud exactly once. Maybe. If you're lucky. And you're both about to die.

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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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Death Note/GN!Reader — Pick Up Lines

A quick little scenario in which your Death Note sweetheart uses a terrible pick up line on you! I feel as though these all kinda suck since I write this a while ago but it’s fine. It’s fine.

Mello

Staying up late every night and watching security footage was not fairing well for Mello. Dark circles started to form underneath his eyes, and you pointed out that he was turning into L, all he needed was black hair and a haircut. He simply responded “The day I cut my hair short is the day the world ends.”

Usually when Mello got tired he would turn into a grumpy, adorable gremlin but, mixed with the excessive amount of chocolate he consumed due to boredom, he had turned loopy. Matt had relied on his headphones to keep him sane, whereas you were left with no escape from the babbling blond.

Mello rambled on and on about how he was going to beat Near with every fiber of his being, slowly getting sidetracked into a conversation about sheep.

“They’re so fucking fluffy. Standing around, eating grass, taunting me.” The blond mumbled, his head resting on your lap as you stroked his hair, listening with genuine interest.

“Mhmm, how do they taunt you?” you inquired, wanting to know more before your boyfriend fell asleep and you never got to find out why he felt so threatened by white, fluffy animals.

“They just...do .”

“Well, I’ll always keep you safe from the mean, mean sheep.”

Mello shifted so that he was gazing up at you. He lifted his hand to your face and gently smacked your cheek with his palm, rubbing his tired eyes with the other hand.

“Aw, babe you’re so sweet when you talk like that... You make me melt like chocolate in the summer~ ”

“I do what?”

Before Mello could answer, unconsciousness grasped him and pulled him down into the dimension of sleep. You sighed, disappointed that you wouldn’t get to hear more, yet also relieved that Mello could finally get the sleep that he needed.

“G’night, Mels,” You whispered, brushing his bangs to the side and kissing his forehead, “You make me melt, too.”

Matt

Matt’s been acting strangely clingy all day. As soon as you noticed this fact, you immediately figured that it was an anniversary or either one of your birthdays and it had slipped your mind. However, upon further inspection of your phone calendar, today appeared to be nothing special.

You were seated on the couch, watching a bit of television while Matt washed the dishes. You had insisted that you could handle that task yourself, but the goggle-wearing sweetheart had insisted that you relax.

Suddenly you heard the sink turn off and footsteps lead up to the couch. You turned around to see the redhead wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“Hey, I lost my phone number...can I have yours? ” He asked with a sly smile.

“Matt, you have my number. Is that a pickup line? You know we’re already dating, right? Is my number not working?” You interrogated, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and calling your cell from it to ensure that your phone number still worked.

“No- it’s... you’re supposed to go along with it!”

“Well, come up with a better one next time, dumb ass,” You tossed Matt’s phone back at him, the device landing in his lap. He pouted and shoved it into his jacket pocket, getting up to return to the kitchen.

“You’re no fun.”

The room grew dim and increasingly empty as the hours ran further into the day, eventually turning to night. Despite the signs that you should be on your way home, you stayed with the only detective who thought it appropriate to work into the ungodly hours of the night.

You glanced over at L, back turned to you with his nose practically pressed against the computer screen. You rolled your eyes and switched on the main light of the room, saying, “You’re gonna ruin your eyes reading in the dark like that.”

L did not respond but, at the looks of it, kept on reading the minuscule words on his screen with intent.

“Do you need anything? Water? Maybe some cake?” You asked, giggling at the end of your words for no other reason than the tiredness getting to your brain.

“No, thank you. I already have you, and you’re sweeter than cake, anyway,” L droned matter of factly, not even tearing his eyes away from the luminescent screen.

“Awww! Oh my god, L!” You squealed, running up to L and enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug.

“Ah...(name), I c-can’t breathe...”

Near

You could practically hear the blood flow to your brain as you spun around in a desk chair at painful hours of the night. The screens that filled the SPK headquarters shone in your eyes, keeping you awake along with the unhealthy amounts of caffeine you had consumed.

Your white haired boyfriend sat crouched on the floor by your feet. The clicking of building blocks rang throughout the otherwise empty room as he stacked them on top of one another, paying no mind to anything else.

You sighed, placing your chin on the palm of your hand and deflating on the spot. No amount of caffeine could keep you here as late as Near always stayed, no matter how much you wanted it to. You hated that he was here alone all the time and, even though he always tried to convince you that he didn’t care, you knew it took a toll on his mental state.

You shifted in your chair, about to heave your body up when Near’s monotonous voice kept you still.

“(Name).”

You waited for him to continue, and spoke up when he stayed silent, “What’s up, babe?”

“Do you like LEGO ?” Near inquired. His eyes finally met yours as he twirled a LEGO piece in between his fingers.

“Uh, I guess—“

“Because I want to build a world with you... ”

You froze, wondering if the caffeine was getting to your head or if Near had actually used a pickup line on you — and a goddamn adorable one at that.

A weak smile tugged at your lips. You slid off the office chair and dropped to your knees on the cold tile beside Near, throwing your arms around the boy without another word.

Though he stiffened at first, Near melted under your embrace. He buried his face into your shoulder and wrapped his noodle arms around your torso. You stayed like this for either a minute, or an hour. It was so quiet that you could hear your hearts beating in sync. Everything was so perfect, so loving, so-

“ARE YOU GUYS STILL HERE!?”

Your heart nearly burst from your chest at the sound of a door banging against metal and the rough tone of Rester calling out to you.

Near grumbled and shoved his face into your neck, trying and failing to escape the booming echo of footsteps that approached your little heap on the floor.

“Yeah,” your voice came out ragged and small, but enough for Rester to hear and follow, “right here.”

“You both look exhausted! Come on, let’s get you to sleep.”

When Near barely moved a muscle, you took it upon yourself to pick up his limp body from the floor bridal style and carry him to bed. Though you almost dropped the poor boy more than once, you’d say you did a fairly good job. And, once you were both snuggled up in bed, you got a good nights rest of a solid three hours of sleep. It was the most Near’s gotten in weeks, so you were not complaining.

Light

Though you were already in a relationship with Light, the cheesy lines and swooning from him never ceased. You wouldn’t have to fend him off with a stick but he loved to be all over you even when he already won you over, and you loved that about him.

This was mainly exhibited when you two were alone together, him finding public displays of affection to be childish and overall unnecessary as everyone you hung around with at school respected your relationship quite nicely.

The two of you were strolling on the sidewalk after a headache inducing day of school. His arm was resting lazily over your neck as you walked while all attention was focused on you and you alone. You ranted about the difficulties of the day and, although they were mostly all minor inconveniences, they really got under your skin once all added up.

When you had finished, you huffed and rubbed at your temple.

Breaking the silence that followed, Light blurted, “How would you like to be the goddess of the new world? You wouldn’t have to deal with that crap anymore.”

You laughed, reaching up to lace your fingers with the hand that dangled by your shoulder. “Dude, I barely know what taxes are. I don’t think I can handle being a goddess.”

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Light pouted jokingly.

The two of you came to a stop in front of his house, him pulling you flush against him and just staring wistfully (up/down) at you. “Do you want to come in? I’m sure Sayu will be delighted to see you.”

“Oh, I’d love to but I don’t want to intrude—“

“Nonsense. Come on.”

And so, Light guided you into his home, his mother and Sayu cheerfully greeting you at the door and whisking you away into a night of wonderful conversation and a lovely dinner.

Matsuda

You took advantage of the daylight, working nonstop so that you wouldn’t have to stay after hours to get your unfinished work done.

Through your tireless efforts, you failed to notice a pair of familiar eyes glancing back at you every so often. You only noticed a change in your boyfriend’s behavior when he came rolling up to your desk in his wheely chair, resting his chin on his elbows and looking at you expectantly.

“Hey, what’s up, Teddy Bear?” You greeted, barely tearing your eyes from the papers splayed out all across your desk.

Matsuda grinned from ear to ear every time he heard that nickname. It made him feel wanted and loved whenever he was around you. Sometimes, this caused the filter between his brain and his mouth to thin, allowing whatever he’s thinking in that moment to slip out.

“Do you have a map? Because I’m getting lost in your eyes... ” he said dreamily.

Your head shot up in an instant, puzzled by the seemingly random affection, only to see Matsuda covering his lips as a dark blush began to rise on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Th-that’s not...I-“

“Honey...” you shook your head and sighed, placing your pen down flat on the desk, “That is the literal worst line ever but it sounds wonderful coming from you.”

“O-oh. Thanks?” He chuckled nervously, massaging the back of his neck as his skin became slick with sweat.

You leaned over the desk and pecked his lips before collecting your paperwork in a neat stack, placing it all carefully in your shoulder bag, careful not to bend any corners. “Why don’t I finish my work in that nice little coffee shop across the street. Join me?”

“Y-yes! I’d love to. It’s getting a little stuffy in here, anyway.”

Misa

“Ughhhhh I’m so tired! What a day!” Misa exclaimed, stretching out her arms above her head as she walked over to her folding chair. The white, feathery wings fastened to her back smacked people and equipment as she passed them, but you saw her as nothing but elegant.

Your girlfriend plopped her butt down into the fragile chair, giving Matsuda a scare when it nearly toppled over. With beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, he handed the girl her coffee.

“Aw, thanks, Matsu! And you too, (Name)! I wouldn’t be able to do any of my scenes without you guys cheering me on!”

You chuckled, cheeks turning a dusted shade of pink at Misa’s praise. “Dont give us all the credit, babe. You’re the one giving your all up there.”

Misa twisted in her chair to grab at your hand and intertwine her fingers with yours. “You’re too sweet, honey! Y’know, if it were up to me, you’d be the one wearing these wings!”

“Oh, I don’t know, I couldn’t take your place!” You said, gesturing to the fountain where Misa’s scene had just been filmed.

The blonde giggled and brought your fingers to her lips, giving them a couple kisses before shaking her head. “I meant I’d have you in these wings because you’re an absolute Angel , silly!”

Before you could even begin to respond, Matsuda beat you to it. “Aww my gosh, you guys! Could I be the best man at your wedding?”

“Hmm...” you pretended to ponder while tapping your chin with your index finger. “How do you feel about being the flower boy?”

“Done!”

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wasjust-a-fangirl-here · 3 years

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Blind-Sided. (Part 1)

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Summary: This fic just follows the first episode, but Dean has a daughter, you.

Word Count: 7,098.

Fandom: Supernatural.

Warnings: Swearing, etc.

Pairings: Dean X Daughter!Reader, Sam X Niece!Reader.

Note: I did not proof-read this.. Here’s the first part to Blind-Sided. I have no idea where this was going, I just wanted to write something. I didn’t know what to do with this first part, but here it is and I might do another part maybe, differently, of course.

Here’s the Prologue to this.

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"So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple pie-life? Is that it?" Dean questioned, walking behind the impala.

"No, not normal. Safe." Sam answered, following behind Dean. "And that's why you ran away." Dean said, scoffing.

Sam huffed, "I was just going to college. It was dad who said' if I was going to go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam says, looking at Dean.

"Yeah, well, dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already, I can feel it." Dean said, "I can't do this alone." He added, looking back at Sam.

"Yes, you can." Sam says quietly, "yeah, well, I don't want to." Dean says, looking away from Sam.

Before Sam can reply, he hears a small voice asking; "is everything okay, dad?" They both turned to look at you, seeing you lean out the window, tiredly rubbing your eyes.

Dean smiled at you, "yeah, bug, go back to sleep." Dean says to you, hearing a small 'okay' from you, he turned back to Sam.

"So, 'dad' huh?" Sam asked, a small smile on his lips. Dean scoffed, "shut up, bitch." He retorts, hearing Sam laugh, he smiled again.

"Alright, jerk." Sam says, "what was he hunting?" He asked, Dean turned to open the trunk, letting out a small 'alright' "Let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean talked to himself, looking through the trunk.

"So, when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked, leaning against the car. "I was working my own gig, this voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." Dean replied.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Sam mockingly asked, Dean looked at him. "I'm 26, dude." Dean says defensively.

Dean grabbed a folder, taking out the papers, "alright, here we go." He says, standing straight. "So, dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California.

About a month ago, this guy. They had found his car, but he had vanished, completely MIA." Dean says, starting to explain what their father was hunting, handing Sam some papers.

Sam looked at the papers Dean handed him, "so maybe he was kidnapped." He suggested, looking up from the papers.

"Yeah, well, here's another in April, another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92, ten of them in the past twenty years.

All men, all same five-mile stretch of road." Dean says, putting the papers back into the folder. "It started happening more and more, so, dad went to go dig around.

That was about three weeks ago, and I haven't heard from hi since. Which is bad enough." Dean added, grabbing a recorder.

"And then I get this voicemail yesterday." Dean said, pressing play, both he and Sam listening to the recording. "You know there's E.V.P. on that?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.

Dean grinned, "not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam looked down, shaking his head. "All right, so, I slowed the message down and ran it through a gold-wave, took out the hiss and this is what I got." Dean says, pressing play again.

"I can never go home." A woman says on the recording. Dean looked at Sam, pausing the recorder. "Never go home." Sam repeated, thinking about the recording.

Dean stood up, closing the trunk of his car, "you know, in almost two years, I never bothered you or asked you for a thing." Dean says in a matter-of-factly tone, turning to sit on the car, looking at Sam.

Sam sighs, "all right, I'll go. I'll help you find him." Sam says, "but I have to get back first-thing Monday. Just wait here." He added, turning to go pack a few things.

Before he can walk away, "what's first-thing Monday?" Dean asked, Sam turned back around, "I have this... I have an interview." Sam answers, "what, a job interview? Skip it." Dean says, shrugging his shoulders.

Sam scoffed, he knew Dean wouldn't understand. "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam said, frowning at Dean.

"Law school?" Dean asked, smiling at Sam. "So, we got a deal or not?" Sam asked, Dean stayed quiet. Sam took that as a yes and left to go pack.

Dean got into his car, sighing. "So, that's uncle Sam, huh?" You asked once he sat down. Dean turned to look at you, "I thought you went back to sleep." He says, seeing you shrug your shoulders.

"I tried, but I couldn't sleep." You say, moving closer to the front of the car. "He sounded upset, is he not coming?" You asked, Dean noticed that you were worried.

"He's coming, but only for a few days." Dean answered, frowning a little. "Can we listen to AC/DC while we wait?" You asked, sitting back against your seat.

Dean grinned widely, going through his collection, putting in the cassette, Highway To Hell starts playing.

Dean looked at you through the mirror, seeing you smile. Dean smiled, he knew this was one of your favorite songs by AC/DC.

You were badly singing along to another song, you laughed, watching your dad drumming along to the beat against the steering wheel. Dean turned to you, smiling.

The song ended and Walk All Over You started playing, Dean heard you sighing, seeing you lean forward and resting your head against the back of the front seat.

Halfway through the song, Dean noticed you were watching Sam with curious eyes.

Dean turned down the music, starting the car and started to drive away from the building.

Nobody spoke, you broke the some-what silence; "hi." Dean heard you say softly to Sam. Dean saw from the corner of his eye, Sam turning to you in surprise.

"Hi, what's your name?" Sam asked politely. Dean looked in mirror, seeing you smile, "Y/n." You replied, holding your hand out to shake his.

Sam smiled, taking your hand and shook it, "nice to meet you." You both say at the same time, making you laugh. Dean smiled, he loved to hear you laugh.

"Daddy said you'd be tall, and smart, and that's why you're at college." Dean heard you say, Sam laughed, "yeah. Yeah, I am." He said, turning in his seat to look at you.

"What else did he tell you?" Sam asked curiously. Dean listened to you tell Sam all the things you can, until you were starting to fall asleep.

As soon as you fell asleep, Sam turned back forward, glancing at Dean.

Dean looked at you through the mirror again, seeing you wrapped in your blanket. Sam also looking at you again, once he knew you were fully asleep, he looked at Dean.

"Who's who her mother? How old is she?" Sam asked, Dean sighed, his jaw clenching and unclenching a few times. "Remember Mia?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

"Yeah, her parents were killed by, what was it? Vampires? Yeah, vampires." Sam says, nodding his head. "Yeah." Dean says, "that's who her mother is?" Sam asked again.

"Yeah, and to answer your other question; she's five, about to turn six soon." Dean said, smiling at Sam. "Where is she?" Sam asked quietly, "Mia, she called me. Told me to go to her as fast as I can.

And I did. What I wasn't expecting was to find her bleeding out and little Y/n confused, but still trying to her mom." Dean said, gripping the steering wheel and loosening his grip.

"She died, but asked me to look after our daughter. I wasn't sure at first, but once I had a good look at her, I knew. She was, is, my daughter." Dean added, Sam turned to look at you.

You were still asleep, Sam stared at you, noticing you had some of Dean's features. Sam smiled softly, he knew once you opened your eyes, they'd be a little like your mom's, if he remembered correctly.

Sam turned back forward in his seat, sighing.

About five hours into driving nonstop, you were still asleep.

Sam looked at you again, chuckling and shaking his hand. "Is she always asleep when you drive?" Sam asked, Dean glanced at him, smiling. "Yeah, I think she loves the sound of the engine." Dean answered.

Half an hour later, you woke up, as Dean parked at a gas station. Dean got out of the car, you following besides him. "What are you doing?" Dean asked, looking down at you.

"I have to use the bathroom." You answered, looking up at him, both of you walking inside, you, heading straight for the bathroom.

Dean shook his head, grabbing a few things to buy, also grabbing what he knew you liked. Dean walked up to the counter, seeing you walking over to him. After Dean paid for the stuff, he handed you some of the stuff.

Both of you walked outside, you going towards the car and going inside, while Dean went to fill up the car with gas.

"Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asked, holding up a bag of chips and a bottle of soda in one hand and candy in the other. Sam scoffed, "no, thanks." He answered, going through Dean's cassette tapes.

"Besides, how'd you pay for all that stuff? You and dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked, "yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean answered.

"Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." He added, going over to the drivers side once he was done.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head, "yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked, closing the door, box of cassette tapes on his lap.

"Uh, Burt Aframian, and his son Hector." Dean said, tossing the stuff he had in his hands on the seat, starting the car. "Scored two cards out of the deal." He added, smiling at Sam.

"Sounds about right." Sam admitted, nodding his head. "I swear man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam said, still going through the box of tapes.

"Why?" Dean questioned, "well, for one; they're cassette tapes, and two; Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam answers, throwing a cassette tape back into the box.

"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake-hole." Dean stated, grabbing one of the tapes and put it in. "You know, 'Sammy' is a chubby twelve-year old. It's Sam, okay?" Sam says, as Back In Black started playing.

Dean heard you laugh, he smiled at Sam. "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Dean says, turning up the music and drove away from the gas station.

Sam got off the phone, hanging up. "All right, so, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something." Sam said, Dean glanced at him, nodding.

"Check it out." Dean says, seeing police cars and officers on a bridge. Dean parked away from them and looked in the glove compartment. "Alright, sweetheart. You know what to do." Dean says to you.

"Stay hidden, and don't make any noise." Dean heard you say monotonously, he turned to look at you, seeing a comic book in your hands and sitting at the far right in the shadow.

Sam turned to look at you, wondering just how used to this you are. "Let's go." Dean says to Sam, he followed Dean, going out the door and walking towards the abandon car, he assumed.

"Spotless. It's almost too clean." Dean and Sam heard someone say, "so, this kid, Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" A man asked, "yeah." Another replied, "how's Amy doing?" He asked again.

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." He answered, "you fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean asked, "and who are you?" The same person asked, looking at Dean and Sam.

"Federal marshals." Dean answered, showing him his fake badge. "You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" He questioned skeptically, "ha, thanks. That's awfully kind of you.

You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean asked again, walking closer to the car. "Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There's been others before that." He answered.

"So, this victim. You knew him?" Sam asked him, he nodded his head. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody." He answers, "any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked, walking around the car, hands behind his back.

"No, not as far as we can tell." He answered, "so, what's the theory?" Sam asked, walking towards Dean. "Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" He answered.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean commented, Sam stomped on Dean's foot, forcing a smile at the police officer.

"Thank you for your time." Sam said to him, "gentlemen." He added, walking away, Dean following behind him and hitting Sam behind his head.

"Ow." Sam said, turning to Dean. "What was that for?" Sam asked, "why you gotta step on my foot?" Dean asked, "why do you gotta talk to police like that?" Sam retorted, Dean looked at him.

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find dad, we gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Dean said, Sam looked over Dean's shoulder, clearing his throat.

Dean turned around, seeing the sheriff and two FBI agents. "Can I help you boys?" The sheriff asked, "no, sir. We were just leaving." Dean answered, "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." Dean said as the two FBI agents walked past them.

Dean and Sam walked past the sheriff and towards the impala.

Dean turned to looked at you, seeing that you were asleep again.

He and Sam got out of the car and saw a girl hanging up a missing poster. "I'll bet you that's her." Dean says, "yeah." Sam said, both of them walking towards her.

"You must be Amy." Dean says to her, "yeah." She answers, "yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean and this is Sammy." Dean said, pointing to Sam.

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy says, glancing at them and starting to walk again. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Dean says, walking besides her.

"So, we're looking for him too and we're kinda asking around." Sam said, standing in front of her, another girl walked over to them. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked Amy, "yeah." Amy answered her.

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked them, "sure." Amy said, all of them walking towards a restaurant. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home.

He said he would call me right back. And, uh... he never did." Amy explained, the four of them sitting in a booth. "He didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" Sam asks, "no." Amy replied, "nothing I can remember." She added, shaking her head.

Sam looked at her, "I like your necklace." He said, nodding at it. Amy looked down, grabbing the pendant into her hand, smiling. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents,

with all that devil stuff." She says, breathing out a laugh. Sam smiled, looking down at the cup in his hands and looking back at her. "Actually, it means just the opposite.

A pentagram is protection against evil." Sam explains, "really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." He added, "okay. Thank you, unsolved Mysteries." Dean said, patting Sam's shoulder.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared... something's not right. So, if you've heard anything..." Dean said, seeing them look at each other.

"What is it?" Dean asked, "well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend says, looking between him and Sam. "What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean questioned at the same time.

Amy's friend glanced at her, looking back at them. "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there.

She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear forever." She explains to them. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

You were still asleep when they went back to the car.

Dean and Sam decided to go to the local library to search for some more answers, leaving you in the car again.

Dean was typing on the computer, 'no results found' Dean read, his brows furrowed, typing again, 'no results found' showing again. "Let me try." Sam says, his hand going towards the keyboard.

Dean swatted his hand away, "I got it." He says, typing again. Sam sighed, pushing Dean's chair away. "Dude! You're such a control freak." He said, hitting Sam.

"So, angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, right?" Sam asks, typing on the keyboard. "Yeah," Dean answered, looking at the computer screen. "But maybe it's not murder." Sam said, typing in 'Suicide' instead of 'Murder'.

'1 result found' it showed, Sam clicked on it, Dean's eyebrows rose, glancing at Sam and then back at the screen.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge. Drowns in the river." Sam read aloud, "does it say why she did it?" Dean asks, "yeah." Sam answers.

"Why?" Dean asks again, "an hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren't breathing.

Both die." Sam read again, "hmm." Dean says, "'our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it.' Said husband Joseph Welch." Sam finished, "that bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked, pointing at the picture with a pen.

It was dark when Dean and Sam went back to the car, they saw that you were awake, waiting for them.

He and Sam decided to go back to the bridge, Dean parked and looked at you. "Stay in the car, okay?" He asked, you nodded your head, leaning against the car door.

Both he and Sam got out of the car and walked in the middle of the bridge. "So, this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said, leaning over, looking at the running water below.

"You think dad would have been here?" Sam asked, looking at Dean. "Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean answered, walking and looking around.

"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked, following behind Dean. "Now we keep digging till we find him. Might take a while." Dean replied, Sam stopped walking, sighing. "Dean. I told you. I gotta get back by..."

"By Monday. Right. The interview." Dean interrupted, turning to look at Sam. "Yeah," Sam says, "yeah. I forgot." He added, "you're really serious about this, aren't you?

You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean questioned, "maybe. Why not?" Sam answers, "does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean asked again.

"No. And she's not ever going to know." Sam says, stepping closer to Dean. "Well, that's healthy." Dean says, "you can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later

you're gonna have to face up to who you really are." he added, turning to walk again. "And who's that?" Sam asked, following Dean. "You're one of us." Dean answered simply.

"No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." Sam says, walking in front of Dean, both of them stopping. "You have a responsibility." Dean stated, "to dad? And his crusade?

If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looks like." Sam says, "and what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone and she isn't coming back.

I mean, even Y/n won't know who her grandmother is, other than you and dad telling her who she is and the pictured you guys show her." He added, Dean grabbed Sam and pushed him against the bridge.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean says, looking at Sam. Dean let go of him, walking away from Sam. Dean saw a woman standing on the railing of the bridge.

"Sam." Dean says, not looking away from the woman as she looked at the both of them and then jumped off the bridge. They both ran towards her, leaning over and seeing nothing.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked, "I don't know." Sam says, as the engine of Dean's car started and the lights turned on. Dean looked towards his car, Sam doing the same thing.

"What the?" Dean says, "who's driving your car? Does Y/n know how to start the car? Did you leave the keys?" Sam asks, Dean pulled out his keys from his pocket.

"No." Dean answered, holding up the keys. Sam looked at the keys in Dean's hand and back at the car as it started to drive towards them, they both heard you scream as it drove.

Dean and Sam ran away from the car, jumping off the bridge. It stopped driving as they jumped off. Sam, even though he jumped off, he grabbed onto the bridge. Sam climbed and sat on the edge, looking down at the running water below.

"Dean! Dean!" Sam yelled, seeing Dean crawling out of the water and lying down on his back. "What?" Dean yelled back, Sam smiled. "Hey, are you alright?" Sam asked.

"I'm super." Dean says, laying there for a while. Sam laughed, going over the rails and saw you standing just outside the car. Sam walked over to you, "hey, are you okay?" He asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Sam saw you jump in surprise, but relaxed once you saw it was him. "Where's my dad?" You asked, looking up at him. "He's down by the water, he's coming." Sam answered, as you climbed onto the hood of the car.

"Did the ghost do that to the car?" You asked, looking at Sam. "Yeah," Sam replied, standing next to you. It was five minutes before Sam heard Dean walking over to the both of you.

"Y/n, thank god." Dean says, Sam looked at you, seeing your nose scrunching. "Are you okay?" Dean asks, walking closer to you, but you hid behind Sam. "Yeah, I'm okay." You say from behind Sam.

Sam laughed, "what are you doing, bug?" Dean asked, trying to look at you. "You stink." You say, again, from behind Sam, peaking at your dad, smiling. You jumped down from the car, going back inside, Sam walking besides you.

Dean shook his head, going to look over his car, opening the hood of it. "Car all right?" Sam asked, walking over to Dean, as he closed it. "Yeah. Whatever she did to it, seems all right now." Dean answers, standing in front of the car, Sam nodded his head.

"That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean yelled, "well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam says, he and Dean sitting on the hood of the car.

"So, where's the trail go from here, genius?" Sam asked, Dean threw his hands up, shrugging. Sam, finally noticing the stench coming off of Dean, looking at him.

"Y/n's right, you smell like a toilet." Sam said, looking at Dean. Dean looked down at himself, he did smell.

Dean found a motel as the sun came up. You stayed in the car while he and Sam went to go check in.

"One room, please." Dean says, the man grabbed the credit card Dean put on the counter. "You guys having a reunion or somethin'?" He asked, looking up from the card and then at him and Sam.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, "that other guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." He answered, Dean nodded his head, looking at Sam.

Both of them walked out and headed towards the room their dad paid for, after asking which room it was.

Sam picked the lock, while Dean stood behind him, looking around. Sam opened the door, walking inside, looking behind himself and saw Dean still standing there. Sam grabbed Dean's jacket and pulled him inside.

Sam closed the door once Dean was inside, still holding onto him. They both looked around the room, "whoa." Sam said, Dean walked over to a lamp and turned it on.

Dean grabbed a hamburger that was on the nightstand and smelt it, he groaned, putting it back on the nightstand. "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days, at least." Dean says, looking at Sam.

Sam was crouching down, looking at the salt around the bed. "Salt. Cat's eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Sam says, standing up, looking at Dean.

Dean walked over to the wall, looking at the papers their dad hung up. "What do you got here?" Sam asked, walking over to Dean. "Centennial Highway victims." Dean answers, still looking at the papers.

"I don't get it. They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities... there's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Dean asked, as Sam walked over to the other side of the room.

Sam turned on another lamp, "huh. Dad figured it out." Sam said, staring at the papers. Dean looked at him, "what do you mean?" He asked, "he found the same article we did.

Constance Welch. She's a 'Woman In White'." Sam answers, looking at Dean, while he looked back at the wall in front of him. "You sly dogs. Alright, so, if we're dealing with a 'Woman In White', dad would have

found the corpse and destroyed it." Dean says, looking back at Sam. Sam looked at the papers in front of him, "she might have another weakness." He said, nodding his head.

"No, dad would wanna make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean says, walking over to Sam, standing by him. "No. Not that I can tell. If I were dad, though, I'd go ask her husband.

If he's still alive." Sam says, "hmm." Dean said, "alright. Why don't you go see if you can find an address and get Y/n from the Car. I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean says, "hey, Dean. What I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry..." Sam starts to say, but Dean held up a hand to stop him.

"No chick flick moments." Dean interrupts, Sam laughed, "all right, jerk." Sam says, nodding his head. "Bitch." Dean replied, heading into the bathroom.

Sam chuckled, walking towards a mirror and grabbing a picture of his dad, Dean and him, smiling at it.

Sam went out the door, to go get you and Dean's bag so he can change into different clothes.

Sam and you walked into the room, Sam saw you head straight for the bed and immediately going to sleep.

Sam laughed, walking towards the bathroom and putting Dean's bag inside by the door, closing it and walking back towards the bed, sitting down.

As Sam was listening to his voicemail, Dean walked out of the bathroom. "Hey, man, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner and also grab Y/n something to eat as well." Dean says, grabbing his jacket.

"You want anything?" Dean asked, "no," Sam answered, looking at Dean. "Aframian's buying." Dean said, standing by the door. "Uh-uh." Sam said, Dean looked at you and walked out the door.

Putting on his jacket, Dean looked to his right, seeing the cops from yesterday and the guy from check-in, pointing at Dean.

Dean turned, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, calling Sam. "What?" Sam answered, "dude, five-o. Take off." Dean says, "what about you?" Sam asked, "uh, they kind of spotted me.

Go find dad." Dean said, hanging up the phone. Dean turned around, looking at the cops. "Problem, officers?" Dean asked, smiling at them. "Where's your partner?" One of them asked, crossing his arms.

"Partner, what... What Partner?" Dean asked, stalling them.

Sam woke you up, looking out the window as a police officer walked over to the room.

"Come on, sweetheart." Sam says, both of you heading into the bathroom and out the window.

Both Sam and you walked around and headed straight for the impala. Sam opened the door for you and closed it once you were inside. Sam went over to the drivers side and started the car, driving away.

"Where's my dad?" Sam heard you ask tiredly, "uh, about that. It might be a while before we see him again." Sam answers, looking at you through the mirror.

"Can we go somewhere and eat?" You asked again, "I'm hungry." You added, "Yeah, sure." Sam says, going to the diner that Dean was supposed to go to.

Sam parked, both of you getting out the car and walked into the diner. Both of you walked towards an empty booth, a waitress walked over to you guys and handed both of you menus.

"Hi, what's your name cutie?" She asks, smiling at you. Sam saw you smiling nervously at her, "Y/n." You answer, looking at Sam and back at her. The waitress looked at Sam.

"She yours?" She asked, "oh, no. No, she's my niece." Sam says, "hey, uncle Sam. Can we order now?" You asked, Sam looked at you. "Yeah, sweetheart." Sam says, "what do you want?" He asked, you smiled.

"French toast, please?" You asked politely, looking up at the waitress. She nodded her head, looking at Sam. "Same for me." Sam says, grabbing the menu from you and handing both of them to the waitress.

"Okay, you want anything to drink?" She asked, grabbing the menus. "Apple juice, please?" Sam hears you say, "water for me, thanks." Sam said to her, "alright." The waitress said, walking away.

After you both ate, Sam and you were driving around town. Sam was asking around for Joseph Welch.

Sam parked, once he found out where Joseph Welch lived. Sam turned to look at you, seeing you laying down and reading another comic book.

Sam got out of the car and headed straight for the door, knocking on it. A man answered the door, "hi, uh, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked, "yeah." He answered, walking out the door.

"Did this guy, come over and ask you a few questions?" Sam questioned, both of them walking, Sam handed him a picture. "Yeah. He was older, but that's him." Joseph says, handing back the picture.

"Came by here three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." He added, "that's right. We're working on a story together." Sam said, nodding at him. "Well, I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on.

The questions he asked me." Joseph says, looking at Sam. "About your late wife, Constance." Sam says, "he asked me where she was buried." Joseph says, "and where is that again?" Sam asked.

"What, I gotta go through this twice?" He asked, "it's fact-checking." Sam says, "if you don't mind." He added.

"In a plot behind my old place, over on Breckenridge." Joseph says, "and why did you move?" Sam continued to ask, "I'm not gonna live in the house my children died." Joseph admitted, he stopped walking, looking at Sam.

Sam stopped walking as well, looking back at Joseph. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asks, "no, way. Constance, she was the love of my life." Joseph replied, shaking his head.

"Prettiest woman I ever know." He added, "so, you had a happy marriage?" Sam asked, nodding his head. "Definitely." Joseph answered hesitantly, Sam sighed. "Well, that should do it.

Thanks for your time." Sam says, walking towards Dean's car. Sam looked at the keys in his hands in thought, looking up. "Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a 'Woman In White'?" Sam asked, looking over at Joseph.

Joseph turned to look at Sam. "A what?" Joseph asked, "a 'Woman In White'. Or sometimes 'Weeping Woman'?" Sam repeated, "it's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really.

Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years. Dozens of places: In Hawaii, Mexico, lately, in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women, you understand, but all share the same story." Sam explains, walking over to Joseph.

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph says, turning to walk away. "See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them. And these woman, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.

Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him.

And that man is never seen again." Sam added, "you think... that has something to do with Constance, you smart-ass?" Joseph asked angrily, "you tell me." Sam says, "I mean, maybe.. Maybe I made some mistakes

But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell outta here. And you don't come back." Joseph said, looking at Sam, before walking away.

Sam sighed, watching him walk away. Sam got into the car and drove away, calling the police station and faking a call.

A few hours of driving around, Sam headed towards Breckenridge.

Sam answered his phone, "fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Sam heard Dean say, "you're welcome." Sam says, smiling. "Listen, we gotta talk." Dean says.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a 'Woman In White', and she's buried behind her old house, so that would have been dad's next stop..." Sam says, "Sammy, would shut up for a second?" Dean asked, interrupting him.

"I can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam added, "that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean said, "what? How do you know that?" Sam asked, glancing at you in the mirror.

"I've got his journal." Dean answered, "he doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam says, focusing back and forth from the road and the side of the road.

"Yeah, well, he did this time." Dean says, "what's it say?" Sam questioned, "ah, that same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean replied.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asked again, "I'm not sure yet." Dean answers, "I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?

Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, "whoa!" He gasped, stepping on the brakes and dropping the phone. "Sam? Sam, are you guys okay? Sam!" Dean yells on the phone.

The car stopped, Sam looked at the road in front of him, breathing heavily. "Uh. Uncle Sam?" Sam heard you ask, he turned to look at you.

Sam saw you looking at a woman sitting next to you, she looked at you and then at Sam. "Take me home." Was all she said, Sam and you didn't respond to her for a while.

"Take me home." She repeated firmly, "no." Sam says, looking at her through the mirror. She squinted her eyes at him, locking the doors and started to drive the car.

Sam tried to open the doors and windows, then he tried to get control of the steering wheel, but it was no use. Sam sighed, sitting back against his seat.

The car parked outside an abandoned house, "don't do this." Sam says, looking at her through the mirror again. "I can never go home." She says, despair in her voice, looking at the house.

"You're scared to go home." Sam says, turning to look at her, but she was gone when he turned around, looking at where she was sitting and then at you.

Sam turned back forward, looking out the door and then at the passenger side, seeing her again. She was moving closer to Sam and placing herself on his lap.

"Hold me, I'm so cold." She said, "you can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful." Sam says, "I've never been." He added, closing his eyes, trying to move away from her touch.

She leaned towards his ear, "you will be. Just hold me." She says, before kissing him. She sat up and disappeared. Sam looked around, seeing you had your eyes covered, sitting on the seat with your back against the door.

Sam screamed in pain, unzipping his sweater and looked at his chest, seeing her fingers in his chest as she reappeared, disfigured. Sam screamed in pain, while you screamed in fear.

You both heard gun shots and glass breaking, Sam looked out the broken window, seeing Dean aiming his gun at the window still. Dean shot again, Sam sat up, "I'm taking you home." Sam said, driving the car straight into the house.

Dean's eyes widen seeing the car go straight into the house and heard you stop screaming. "Sam!" Dean yelled, Sam stopped the car. "Sam?" Dean asked, "here." Sam answers, groaning in pain.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, walking towards your door, seeing you leaning against the seat, unconscious. "Hey, bug, are you okay?" Dean asked as he opened the door looking over you.

You had a cut on your right side of your forehead, other than that, you were fine, unconscious, but fine as Dean can tell. Dean lied you down, leaving you in the car.

"Sam are you okay?" Dean asked, going out the car and going to the front passenger side to help Sam out. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think, is she okay?" Sam answered, looking at you and then at Dean who opened the door, "can you move?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Help me." Sam replied, Dean helped him out of the car. "There you go." Dean said, both of them standing by the car, seeing Constance holding a picture frame.

She looked up from the frame, looking at the both of them angrily, throwing the picture frame down and pushing a dresser in front of them, they both groaned, trying to push the dresser away from them.

The lights flickered and Constance looked towards the stairs, water was coming down. She went over by the bottom of the stairs, seeing her children. "You've come home to us, mommy." They both say, going by her side and hugging her.

Constance screamed, the three of them dissolving into a puddle.

Dean and Sam watched their interaction, before looking at each other and finally pushing the dresser down and away from them. Both of them walking over to where Constance and her kids were not ten seconds ago.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean says, sighing. "That's why she could never go home." Sam said, "she was too scared to face 'em." He added, smiling at Dean.

"Found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." Dean says, patting Sam on his chest, Sam laughed in pain, "yeah, I wish I could say the same for you." Sam says looking at Dean. "What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam asks, Dean turned to look at him.

"Hey. Saved your ass." Dean says. pointing at Sam. Dean bent down, inspecting his car. "And I'll tell you another thing; if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Dean stated, looking at Sam.

Dean drove, AC/DC's Highway To Hell was playing. Sam was looking at a map, trying to find where the coordinates lead to.

"Okay, here's where dad went. It's called Black Water Ridge, Colorado." Sam says, Dean nodded his head. "Sounds charming. How far?" Dean asked, glancing at the map.

"About 600 miles." Sam answered, "if we shag ass, we can make it by morning." Dean said hopefully, looking at Sam. Sam looked up from the map and then at Dean.

"Dean, I..." Sam says, "you're not going." Dean says, "the interview's in, like ten hours. I gotta be there." Sam stated, Dean sighs quietly, nodding his head. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." Dean said, focusing back on the road.

After hours of driving, Dean parked in front of Sam's building. Sam got out, leaning against the open window. "You'll call me if you find him?" He asked, Dean nodded his head.

"Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam asks, smiling. "Yeah, all right." Dean replies, "bye, uncle Sammy." Sam turned to look at you, "bye, sweetheart." He says, smiling at you.

Sam stood up straight, walking towards his building. Dean started the car, "Sam." Dean says, looking out the window. Sam turned and looked at Dean, "you know, we made one hell of a team back there." Dean said, "yeah." Sam replied.

Dean looked away and started driving. Sam watched the car, sighing.

Dean drove around the building, wanting to check on Sam, he looked at you after parking the car again. "Stay here, alright?" Dean said, "okay." You say as Dean got out of the car and ran up towards Sam's apartment.

Dean kicked the door open, "Sam!" Dean yelled, running towards the bedroom. Dean saw Sam laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, while the room was on fire. Dean looked up, seeing Sam's girlfriend on the ceiling.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean yelled at him, "Jess!" Sam yells, Dean walked over to him and pulled him up from the bed, pushing Sam out the door. "No! No, Jess!" Sam yells over Dean's shoulder, looking at the ceiling.

"We gotta get out!" Dean yells, still pushing Sam out the door, while he kept yelling for his girlfriend.

Sam stood behind the impala, the trunk open, while firefighters put out the fire. Dean walked over to him.

Dean looked at Sam, "hey, are you okay?" He asked, Sam nodded his head, throwing a gun back into the trunk.

"We've got work to do." Sam said, closing the trunk and walked towards the passenger side. Dean got in and drove away.

You guys stayed there for a few days longer before Dean decided to check out the coordinates their dad left behind for him.

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#Supernatural Imagine #Supernatural Fanfiction #Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader #Sam Winchester X Niece!Reader #Blind-Sided Part 1 #another part?? lmk pls #my fanfic writing

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generallybarzy · 3 years

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hey there, stranger. v

one, two, three, four

an: originally, I was going to end the story after part iv. That was as far as I had planned it and it felt like the perfect end, but everyone loved it so much (thank you all for your feedback, especially @fallinallincurls ily 🥺) and expressed their need to see where mat and mc go in their relationship, so back by popular demand is “hey there, stranger”! I’m sorry if things aren’t as fluffy as usual, but i promise i’ll only break your hearts a bit. I was in a mood when planning, and I have some tough things coming ahead. I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible, so I'm also basing it on irl experiences I've had and I'm digging a little deeper into mc's backstory. This is definitely going to turn into a little bit more than the comfort fluffy fic I originally planned it to be. Its gonna be a lot more complex than that. As always, feedback and commentary is appreciated!!! I don't have a Thanksgiving themed blurb written like I wanted to, so hopefully this'll hold you over until Smile Like Sunshine comes out 😌

word count: 3k

the playlist :)

Two months.

You blinked.

It had been two months since Rebecca Seidenberg set you up with her husband’s young teammate. It had been two months since you sat in that coffee shop in the cool mid-September and watched with stars in your eyes as Mat first approached your table as a stranger. It had been two months since you started texting each other nonstop, with the occasional date between his games and practices and your class and work. How had two months passed already? How had things gone so fast? Ended up here? Why does this already feel so intense? Why does it scare you so much?

Your eyes opened.

You could feel the bed dip beside you as Mat rolled over, his nose in your hair, his arm slung around your waist, and you turned to gaze at him in all his beauty. He was still fast asleep, his breaths coming in little puffs of air against your face, his lips turned up at one corner in a tiny, content smile, and his hair looking especially fluffy and soft this morning, falling in delicate waves over his forehead and tickling your skin as the pale morning light shone in his window. It was a look that would have made you smile.

But not this morning.

Your heartbeat sped up as you untangled yourself from him as quickly and delicately as you could, needing to feel your own limbs separate from his, needing space, space, more space. You slipped away from his skin, your cheeks red and your head spinning and your heart pounding. You stepped back from the bed, watching his sleeping face as the arm that had been around you found its place around a pillow instead, pulling it closer. After a few seconds to make sure he wouldn't wake up yet, you searched his room frantically for where your clothes had been set the night before, tripping over his own things and cursing him for being so messy, even though it was cute in a boyish, Mat kinda way.

You glanced back at him in bed, his hair haloed out on the pillow, a dark contrast to the soft white duvet and pillow cases, his skin looking warm and kissable. You thought about waking him up for a moment, but you didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to see you leave. You didn’t want him to beg you to stay.

The kiss was lingering in the air, your bodies warm and flush despite the cold mid-November air, as Mat mumbled against your lips. "Stay the night?"

"Mat, I-" You had class in the morning, he had practice in the morning, you were too afraid to be that close and that intimate and that vulnerable with anybody ever, let alone this early in a relationship. But how could you voice that?

"I'll set an alarm." His eyes- warm and golden and searching gently- scanned over your face, looking for any sign you weren't okay but missing the obvious one completely. He was always so soft in his questions. So polite, so patient, so oblivious. You couldn't say no to him.

"Okay."

A familiar smile tugged his lips up, a boyish, giddy grin that had you smiling as well. He was just too cute. He leaned down to press another kiss, chaste and delicate, against your lips. The feeling was something new, something that would take a while to get used to. He laced his fingers through yours.

"So, our first sleepover, huh?"

You pulled your leggings on as fast as you could and gathered up your belongings, stumbling out his bedroom door quietly, hoping he was still fast asleep in bed and had no idea you ran out this early. Finally taking the time to glance at your phone, you noticed it was 5:48am, still 4 hours until your first class of the day. You had been awake all night, you were sure, and had left the moment you saw the sun peak over the horizon.

You couldn’t explain exactly why you were leaving so soon, so frantically, but something inside of you was begging you to run. From Mat, from his apartment, from this building. Back to where you were familiar and comfortable and safe. Safe, safe, safe. As much as you hated it, you still couldn’t feel safe in anybody’s arms, not even Mat’s. Not even when you craved so desperately to be loved by him and to love him back. Your heart and body craved his touch, his skin, his warmth, but your brain rejected it. You didn’t feel safe yet. You still couldn’t hold Mat or be held by Mat without thinking of him.

You glanced around Mat’s apartment as you finally closed his bedroom door behind you, your mind drifting to the night before.

“So,” He laughed nervously and dropped his hand to rub the back of his neck as he opened the door. He was just a bit shy to show you around, his cheeks going pink, despite the ever-present grin that told you just how happy he was to have you here with him. Shyness was cute on him. “So this is my place.”

The door swung open and he let you step in before him, taking in your new surroundings. Your boyfriend’s place. It wasn’t dirty at all. In fact, it was cleaner than you expected for a young, rich bachelor like him, but it was obvious he hadn’t lived on his own before, and was used to just letting it all out. Not used to having visitors. Any girls he brought home would be too caught up in the fact that he was hot and successful to care if he had some socks on the floor or some dishes in the sink. But under the hint of boyish mess, it was obvious this apartment was expensive. You knew from the second you stepped inside the apartment building that you would never be able to afford a place like this, but seeing it now… all the way from how spacious it was and beautiful the light color scheme was to the pale floorboards to the white marble of the island countertops to the huge windows looking out into the million dollar view of the city. Few people in New York City could afford a view like this.

“Wow.”

“You think?”

“Are you kidding?” You looked back at him, at the dumb modest smile on his face. “Mat, I will never, ever in my life be able to afford this. And you have this place all by yourself at twenty-two?” He just shrugged, finally shutting the door behind him and taking your bag off your shoulder, setting it on the countertop. “It’s so pretty.”

“I mean, I didn’t decorate it. I flew my mom in to help. That’s all her.”

It made you smile, the thought of such a big-time NHL player flying his mom across the continent just so she could help him decorate his place. It was always a good sign to see someone with such a healthy family relationship. It was so intimate and beautiful to get to see this side of Mat. This was his home. This was where he fell asleep, woke up, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, sat on the couch to watch TV. This was his private life. And now you were in on it.

“It’s not that amazing, anyway. It’s big and expensive, but that’s no fun if I’m all alone.” His eyes caught yours, his fingers found their way back between yours. “How about we… recreate earlier tonight? Maybe watch The Office like you mentioned the other week?”

Your breath caught in the throat, but you squeezed his hand. “We can do that.”

You could kick yourself now, for giving in so easily. You wanted to hug him and kiss him and hold him, but another part of your head was so scared to jump in so fast, that you almost said no. You almost said no, but how could you follow him the whole way to his apartment, kiss him, tease him like that, and then deny him anything else? How could you say no? You cast a glance towards the couch that you had spent so much time on the night before, curled up in Mat’s arms, unbelievably tense and nervous and awkward. There was no way it had been enjoyable for him. It certainly wasn’t for you.

With your heart aching and needy, you gave one last glance back through his apartment, listening carefully to see if you could hear any soft snores from his bedroom- you couldn’t- before slipping on your shoes and slipping into the hallway, locking the door behind you so that you couldn’t even get back in if you changed your mind.

You were torn.

Mat arms were curled around your waist, your back was pressed against his chest as you snuggled under the blanket and watched all the shenanigans the characters were going through in The Office. If you could even call this snuggling. You couldn’t help how tense you were and how hard your heart was beating.

“You comfy?” Mat’s nose pressed to the top of your head, squeezing you lightly. He must have noticed.

“Sorry, just not used to this.”

“Well, you better get used to it.” He laughed a little bit and you smiled too. As nervous as you were, you couldn’t deny how nice it felt to finally have someone to hold again, even if you might end up hurt in the end. “Would you be more comfy if you took your bra off?”

You almost choked on your own spit. "What?"

"I mean, I'm not gonna make you take it off, and I don't know what it’s like to wear one, but from what I’ve heard, there's no way it’s comfortable to sleep in."

"Well, I don't want my boobs pressed all over you."

"I want that." His cheeks went a little pink and his eyes widened. He shook his head and laughed, brushing off what he just admitted. "No no no that’s not what I meant. Sorry, I just want you to be comfy. I want you to feel at home around me."

“Hmm, I do feel at home around you.”

“Good.” His lips found your forehead, an action that was starting to feel more and more natural after your very first kiss earlier that night. You were just beginning to relax some more when the episode finished and Netflix asked you for the third time that night “Are You Still Watching?”. You hand found Mat’s arm and you shifted to roll over and face him, smiling up at his face when your hair tickled his nose. “Hey there, baby.”

“Hey.”

“Think it’s time to go to bed?”

You couldn’t explain it. You couldn’t explain why you felt this way, You had complained for months about how lonely you were, how dating never went well for you, but the moment you met Mat, you refused to believe it. Mat was amazing. You’d never felt this much, this soon about anyone else in your life. Only once had the feelings gotten so near to this intensity, and you could still remember how painful it turned out. It still haunts you every day, no matter how much you tried to escape it. Mat was so perfect to you, too perfect to you, that there was no way this was real. Nothing is this perfect. Nothing was this easy and flawless and simple. Things didn’t just fall into place like this. Not for you. So as you lay in Mat’s bed that night, his arm around your waist and his breath warm against your head, not even realizing what had slipped from his lips in his half-asleep daze, you realized: this was way moving too fast. Mat was going way too fast, and you weren’t there yet.

You came to regret your decision to leave so soon before you even made it down to the front door of his apartment building, and a few minutes later you found yourself in the back of a Taxi, gazing wistfully at Mat’s contact number and knowing he was still blissfully asleep, thinking you were still in his arms.

And as you drove away, Mat was waking up in bed alone, like always, and wondering what he had done wrong.

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You moved almost like a zombie through your first classes of the day, luckily you could just go home and read the textbooks and pretty much understand the whole lecture, and the first time you spoke was when you went out for lunch with your roommate and best friend. She found you in the popular campus coffee shop, your forehead down on the table and your hair a mess, your backpack of textbooks tossed haphazardly on the floor beside you. “Woah, girl, rough night?”

“Fuck.”

“Can I take a guess and say it has to do with this perfect guy you’ve been seeing?”

“Ugh, Maggie……”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She sat down across from you as you finally lifted your head, only to slump back in the booth, still dwelling on the thought of what had happened the night before. “So, tell me what’s up.”

“Well, I’m running on zero sleep right now.”

“Shit, did you sleep together last night?”

“No, no! Girl, you know me better than that.” She held up her hands in mock surrender.

“Hey, he sounds so perfect, I would have sucked his dick by now.” You laughed at her antics, always one to make you smile. “Well, then what happened?”

“We just… I told you we were babysitting together, right? We… walked to his place afterwards and…. We kissed.” She squealed for you across the table, but you continued on. “I stayed at his place all night. We just… cuddled and watched The Office.”

“You’re dead-ass living the dream!! Why do you look so down???”

“Well, he uhhh…” Your memory from last night flooded back to you.

You were curled up in his bed, his intoxicating scent surrounding you, his big arms engulfing you, his big Islanders hoodie swallowing you up. You were so overwhelmed by him all around you, but overwhelmed in the best way possible. His arms were around your waist, one of your was slung over his waist while the other stroked his dark hair away from his face. He smiled at you, half-asleep, and hummed in content. “I like when you touch my hair. S’cozy.”

“I like touching your hair. It’s really soft.”

“Mmmm.” You could see the snow falling against the window, and snuggled further into his arms. For the first time since you started cuddling, you felt truly safe and warm and cared for. Like he was the first man to ever care about you like this. His hand was big and warm on the small of your back, pulling you into him so gently, so easily, but for once you weren’t afraid of the contact. Like all the hesitation you had, all the walls you had built up had crumbled down for him. You were both drifting off to sleep when a tiny mumble filled your ears, barely comprehensible as it tumbled from the dreaming man’s lips.

“I love you...”

“Oh shit, (Y/N).”

“I know it’s bad.” You felt guilty, thinking back now, but Maggie knew your history, so hopefully she’d understand. “I feel shitty about it, but I panicked. I didn’t get any sleep. And ran off this morning and I haven’t answered any texts from him since then.”

“Okay, that’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry for being uncomfortable when your boundaries are overstepped. But you gotta communicate those boundaries with him. And what he said, that’s a big deal, okay? Especially this early. So I get why you feel it's going too fast. It’s definitely something you definitely have to talk about. I get why you freaked out, but ignoring him isn’t going to make it better. He sounds like a genuine guy who means good but is just… a little too much for you. You just gotta talk it out.”

You opened your phone to the messages he sent over the last few hours since you left, and only felt worse and worse.

maty: “where’d you go??”

maty: “what’s wrong??”

maty: “ohhh you probably have class?”

maty: “you should’ve woken me up, I would have taken you, i had to get up for practice anyway”

maty: "i don't like waking up alone."

maty: “are we hanging later on??”

maty: “i was late for practice, trotz is gonna kill me haha”

maty: “are you there??”

maty: “baby?????”

maty: "what did i do???"

His hurt was evident in each message, and it made you feel like shit to read it, but your friend was right. You needed to talk. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, girl. All I want is to see you happy with the guy you’re with. This guy seems like a keeper.” You smiled, and before you could continue on, she smiled. “One more question: Is he an Islanders fan?”

You shook your head, confused as to what made her ask and smiled internally to yourself slightly at the little fact about him that you had kept secret. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, cause I know you’re not really into sports, so who’s hoodie is that?”

You glanced down curiously and realized that, in your frantic rush to get dressed, you had forgotten that the hoodie you had worn to bed the night before wasn’t yours. No, it was much too big to be yours. The familiar blue with “Islanders Hockey” across the chest was a dead giveaway that you had accidentally stolen Mathew’s hoodie.

“Oh,” you fumbled and reached up to play with the strings. “Yeah, he’s a fan.”

Your friend just smiled and gave you once last look before urging you with one last whisper of “text him” and stood up to leave the table. After a long, deep breath, you picked up your phone with shaky hands, pressed his contact and typed out the words that scared you so much, watching the typing bubbles appear.

you: “Can we talk?”

maty: . . .

#hey there stranger #mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fanfiction #mathew barzal #nhl fanfiction #op #fic

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shotofire · 3 years

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Hotheaded

•KATSUKI BAKUGOU x READER

•Overview: Bakugou was completely confusing. One second he seemed somewhat interested in you, and the next he acted as if he wanted nothing to do with you.

•Warnings: Cursing, the famous Bakugou anger issues, tiny bit of angst

•Season: Kinda in the season 1-2 range in my mind, but no specifics.

“Stop looking at me you nerd!” The angry Bakugou yells at Izuku, truly about to loose his mind. This practice scenario was pissing him off, why does Mr. Aizawa constantly feel the need to partner him with Izuku? He’d much rather be with you, you always listened carefully and never seemed to get distracted. Plus your quirks worked so well with one another’s.

Right after the words left his mouth Izuku was hit in the face with a piece of rock thrown at him by All Might. His body slammed to the ground behind him, wind completely knocked out of his lungs. He didn’t move after that, only letting a ugly sound past his lips as the pain overtook. Bakugou cleanched his fists tightly, knuckles whitening. He knew what was going to happen next.

If your partner is down and can’t manage to get up before 10 seconds, you don’t pass. It wasn’t anything major like a test, only some practice. But Baku still wanted to say he won even if he didn’t get a grade out of it.

“Maybe if you stop putting me with this weakling I could actually show you what I am made of,” Baku grunts. He wanted to blast Izuku in the face, and it took everything not to fulfill his thoughts.

Instead he let you creep into his mind, calming his over the top anger coursing through him. He’d never admit the affect that you’ve had on him since the beginning of the school year. At first he hated how you’d smile at him even if his face read leave me the fuck alone. He hated how you’d giggle when he’d try to be intimidating, or when you’d compliment him even if he completely ignored you.

Over time he started to soften up to it, and everyone noticed. Especially you, and it was amazing. But the somewhat calm Baku would only come out when no one else was around. No one else saw the extent to this side of him, only you. When others would come around he’d say some dumb comment to make it seem like he was a hardass.

It didn’t bother you all that much at first, you knew he was just trying to keep his ora the same. He didn’t want to let any of his classmates shit on his pride. But over time his words got more and more hurtful. He started to say mean things to you when others were near, which he didn’t at first. It’s as if he felt the suspicion for you and him growing between his classmates.

Bakugou stomps away from the scene not wanting to stand there any longer. You watched on a screen from a near by building, and you couldn’t help but frown. You can’t stand seeing him get all worked up like this, it always made him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. You left the room and met him in one of the extra waiting rooms. It was empty, only the two of you.

His eyes were filled with anger, but as soon as he saw you they softened. It was weird at first to see red eyes sparkle at the sight of you, but you quickly got used to it. It was rather flattering to have such a hothead find peace in you.

“Are you alright?” You ask in a soft voice. He huffs at your question before slamming his body down in a chair.

“No, i’m tired of being with Deku, he just holds me back!” He says in a thick voice, hand coming to slam down on the table. You reach up to take off his mask, red eyes watching your every move.

“I want to do stuff like that with you, but Mr. Assface never partners us up,” he says through gritted teeth.

You feel your heartbeat increase, and a small blush creep onto your face. He notices it and smirks a bit, he loves having this affect on you.

“Plus seeing you in your outfit in action so close would be mesmerizing,” he whispers, trying his best to fuck with you. He just loved your flustered face.

“Bakugou!” You squeal and hit his arm as hard as you can. But you also have a bashful smile on your face, which is always Baku’s goal.

“No really c’mon, I bet you’d love to see my biceps flexing as I punched shit, you’d love it!”

You shake your head to each side not wanting him to have the satisfaction of knowing you would absolutely love that. But he could tell by your increased blush that it had just the right affect on you. He can’t help but let out some laughter, teeth showing in full amusement.

Right as you were about to say something back, red-haired Kirishima walks through the door. Baku’s laughter almost immediately stops and his whole body language changes. The uneasiness began to fill your stomach and head, you only hoped he didn’t say anything mean.

“You did pretty good out there Bakugou, too bad I wasn’t your partner though. We would’ve made it through!” Kirishima says as he turns his arms into hard rock to show off a bit.

“You would’ve ended up just like Izuku, on the ground too hurt to move,” he says through gritted teeth. This side of him gave you anxiety. Of course he was always angry and short tempered, but this was different. It’s as if when you’re around he goes more out than usual. He didn’t want anyone to see even a hint of the side he shows to you, so his solution was to be as intimidating as possible.

You obsolutely hated it.

“Oh be nice Baku,” you said in a sweet voice.

His red eyes narrowed at you, and his teeth grinded against one another in annoyance. He stood up from the chair quickly and was towering over you, his goal to be as intimidating as possible was definitely working.

“I wouldn’t want to be partnered up with a weakling like you either. You’d hold me back too. I bet you wouldn’t even make it three steps in before getting your ass kicked!” His words felt like one stab after another. You came to understand why Bakugou was mean to others, why he acted the way he did. but with you, that’s something you could never understand.

You stare at him with hurt eyes. He’d never said something like that about you or to you, and it felt like shit.

Bakugou watched as your face grew pale and your bottom lip began to quiver. Tears started to build in your eyes, he’d never seen you cry. No one had ever seen you cry. To be honest, you couldn’t remember yourself the last time you had cried.

“What the hell Bakugou, chill out man,” Kirishima said.

You stood up, almost eye level. His eyes had softened a bit when you started crying, it was obvious. You didn’t know if Kirishima could tell but you definitely could. He knew his words were too far as soon as they came out.

He expected you to slap him, or even say a smart comment back. But instead you wiped your tears and said nothing, eyes still locked with his. He wanted to hug you, even though he never had before, and whisper a million apologies in your ear. Instead he stood there, frozen.

And he remained frozen as you turned on your heals and left the room, sniffling lightly as you walked away.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. Right when he thought he was getting better at not being a total ass to you he just screwed things up even more. He wanted to do better for you, but it’s as if every cell in his body wouldn’t allow him to just let it go. To just be nice to you, for you.

Days went by, weeks, than a whole month since the incident, and you hadn’t spoken a word to Bakugou. He missed you more than ever, you seemed to be the only thing on his mind. But it seems as if you’ve completely blocked the thought of the hotheaded blonde out of your head. He doesn’t think you’ve even looked at him since the day your eyes were filled with tears.

Bakugou felt like he was going insane. To only have Kirishima to talk to became a nightmare. He wanted to hear your laugh, see you blush, and most of all he wanted things to be right again.

But you couldn’t help but think that things were never right. He was always angry, always confusing you, and always saying things for the benefit of nobody but himself. You just couldn’t put up with it anymore the pain was way too much to handle. Yet you still missed him like crazy.

You wanted to change him but that wasn’t your job.

Many people have said hurtful things to you in your past, most of them were worse then Baku’s words. But the fact that his felt so different and more hurtful than any others showed you how he’d softened you as well.

Reality set back in as Kaminari handed you a sheet of paper. You’d been sat your desk with eyes fixed on the wall thinking nonstop. It’s as if you forgotten where you were and what you were doing as you thought about the fire eyed boy.

“What’s this?” You ask confused. Due to not paying any attention you had no idea what was happening.

“An easy quiz over the stuff we learned during training the past few days,” he answers.

Thank God for that. For a second you thought Mr. Aizawa taught something while you were zoned out and pulled an ass move and gave a test. This stuff was easy, you’d been working hard on it for days.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast and it was normal, no big crazy things happening. You just wanted to go home and lay in your bed. It was your safe place, a place where you didn’t have to avoid any type of interaction with Bakugou. You knew it was silly to ignore him like this, to act as if he didn’t exist, but it was your solution to getting over him.

Everyone knew you liked Bakugou and they definitely thought you were crazy for it. You were one of the sweetest girls in class and loved working with people. So basically you were the complete opposite of Bakugou in every aspect, but yet you were so attracted to him.

Shit, i’m thinking about him too much.

The whole point of this ignoring tactic was to stop thinking about the blonde yet here you were struggling to think about anything but him. He may be hard to understand in some ways but you admired the challenge. You liked getting to know someone that wouldn’t open up to anyone else it made you feel special. And you liked to think that you made Bakugou feel special as well, but now you really don’t know.

Your feet guided you off the school grounds and onto the sidewalk. The walk home was about twenty minutes and it was a beautiful day. The weather brightened your mood.

“(y/n)!”

You immediately froze. That voice hasn’t said your name for a month. You’d actually barely heard the voice at all due to constantly trying to drown it out. Emotions quickly began swirling and you had no idea if you felt like you were about to throw up or squeal with joy. At this point it was probably both, and at the same time.

Right as you turn around you see Bakugou running at you almost out of breath. Had he chased you from the school? You’d only been walking for five or so minutes no way you could��ve gone that far.

“What?” You asked dryly.

That one word with zero emotion was pure music to his ears. Your beautiful eyes hadn’t even glanced at him in the past month so this absolutely overjoyed him, but he tried to not let it show too much.

“Bakugou what do you want?”

He hasn’t realized how long he’d been looking at you since you two made eye contact. It was just entrancing, he’d taken your gaze for granted as well.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he said.

You were completely shocked. There’s no way hardass Bakugou was apologizing to you right now, and looking like a lost puppy as he does so. His eyes had never looked so sad, so soft, so.. sweet. You hadn’t even witnessed this side of him yet it was a whole different feel.

Words couldn’t seem to find their way past your lips or even in your mind.

“I’m like, really sorry,” he starts, “my pride gets in the way of us and it shouldn’t.”

Your eyes widen at his words, “Us?”

His hand comes up to scratch the back of his head, eyes looking at the ground shyly. Wow, Bakugou being shy? This was all out of a dream, no way it was real. It was one thing for him to joke around with you and be calm but to this was different. This was a layer deeper of Bakugou and you admired it.

“Yeah, us. We have something going on, right? Or has it all been in my head?” He asks embarrassed. He started to worry for a second that you didn’t feel the same but the heat rising to your cheeks answered the question.

“Again (y/n), i’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, and i’m also sorry it’s taken me so long to even be having this talk right now. I’ll do better I promise, i’m never going to make you feel that way again,” he kept eye contact with you the whole time. He truly wanted you to understand how sorry he was and how much you meant to him.

He was about to say more but you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. He was hesitant at first, not sure what to think of this, but your warmth and sweetness radiating off of you calmed him down. You made him feel safe.

“Dont let me down Baku,” you said.

His arms come up to return the embrace, basking in how warm and fuzzy he felt. It was much better than being angry and yelling.

“I won’t, I promise.”

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mcyt-transcribed · 3 years

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youtube

transcript of “where I've been”

TW for discussion of cancer and Covid-19

Here’s the Google Doc link or you can click on the read more.

Techno: Yo, Technoblade here with another upload, oh my God I can’t believe it. We’re back, we’re playing Bedwars, uh, I don’t know why I said that in the present tense because I actually recorded these Bedwars games a few days ago. I have- I’ve played like, almost no Bedwars since the win streak, which was like, I dunno, years ago - so, you know, forgive me if I’m a little rusty. These are literally just the first three games of Bedwars I played, recorded them, and then just threw them in this background footage because, you know, I like live commentaries a lot, but I feel like sometimes, when you have a topic to talk about, having to play a video game simultaneously can sorta- it can sorta detract from the commentary, you know?

But before that: a plushie commercial filmed on my iPhone.

We got the first one - it’s Technoblade. He’s in a flying pose. He’s flying to save some civilians or he’s falling flat on his face. Depends on who you ask. Alright. We got the- We got Technoblade. He’s sitting down. He’s- He’s seated. He’s seated. It’s incredibly exciting. Uh, we got- we got Technoblade but he’s- he’s a giant- he’s a gigantic pillow. It’s Technopillow. This is actually- This is actually really- This is really soft. You’re gonna have to take my word for it.

These plushies go on sale on September 3rd at 3 PM EST at youtooz.com. The last ones sold out in around eight hours, so be prepared. I mean, one of them was like, two minutes but ehhh, it’s not happening again.

So where has Technoblade been? I know I’ve been gone since like, June. I was actually being really productive in July, which I know you guys are gonna- You’re not gonna believe me when I say that because I made no content. But I was! I was, you gotta believe me, okay? I was getting so much work done IRL; I was like, filling out paperwork, making business moves, working on merchandise, buying new equipment to make new videos. ‘Cause I really wanted- I really wanted to increase the rate at which I was making videos, ‘cause I kinda spent- You know, I kinda spent like, all this time becoming a famous YouTube and then instantly like, stopped uploading. Which, I mean, to be fair, I guess that started more in like 2018. So, that’s more just a pattern now.

But I figured, you know, this whole thing where I go two- you know, one or two months without uploading- I don’t want that to be me, man. I wanna be uploading at least once per week. So I spent a lot of time preparing to do that. And the plan was that I would start doing that in August, but I took a- It didn’t- It’s, uh- It’s not going great, I’m not going to lie to you.

So in the last two days of July I noticed that my right arm was starting to hurt a decent amount and I thought- My best guess was that it was some kind of repetitive stress injury, ‘cause you know I’ve been playing video games since the age of like, five. It’s pretty much nonstop. I was gonna get carpal tunnel at some point but, uh, I took a few days to rest my arm and it really didn’t… really didn’t feel any better after that. And so after a few days of that, I looked at myself in the mirror and I noticed that my right shoulder was starting to swell like crazy and I was like, “Oh my God! I must’ve broken a bone, this is-” I mean, this- It looked- it looked crazy.

So, you know, the next day - August 2nd - I, uh, headed over to the doctor to see what was wrong and uh, they ran a couple of scans and then they came back and they told me that, uh, the reason my arm hurts is because I have cancer.

That really couldn’t have gone worse, I don’t think. I feel a bit silly talking about this with, uh, Minecraft in the background; it feels a bit out of place. But I’m a Minecraft YouTuber - I don’t- I don’t do a face cam. Which is I guess how most people would talk about serious things, with a face cam. I also probably, uh- *chuckles* Also probably a bit weird to plug my merchandise in the- in the same video, like, “Hey, guys, I have a- I have a terrible disease, also buy my plushies, bro.” But uh- *laughs* Listen: I’ve been waiting so many months to sell those plushies, bro. And it keeps getting delayed and now cancer thinks it can stop me. No no no no no. I’m trying to make some bank, bro. I wanna get paid, also they look fantastic, I mean just look at them, they look incredible. Alright?

I mean, I guess it would be ideal to like, split up the announcements, but I’m going back into chemotherapy next week; I don’t got time for this, man. We gotta go!

To be fair, I could make this a lot weirder; I could have like, the thumbnail be a giant red arrow pointing to my tumor with the caption “Might die! Not clickbait!” *laughs* Yeah, just the ultimate- the ultimate YouTuber, bro. We’re clickbaiting the whole process.

So after the scans come in, I get transferred to another hospital which has an oncology award, so it’s a lot more specialized towards what I need. And I’m sorta like sitting there in the bed for a couple of days like, “Hello. Could I please get some healthcare? Could I- Could I just get a- Could I just get a crumb of healthcare? Please! Like, I *stutters* I wanna see people sprinting, you know? I feel like I want to see some urgency, you know? If you guys gotta- *stammers* You know, there’s like, this tumor on my arm - if you guys could just- if you guys could just get rid of it. Just get rid of it right now! Could we just go? If you gotta cut off my arm, cut off my arm, bro - do what you gotta do. I won’t complain, man, I’ve won enough Minecraft tournaments. I’ll just play Minecraft with my feet from here on out, bro. I’ll still be B tier at least, okay? It’s fine. Do what you gotta do.”

But then the doctors are telling me, “Oh, well, we can’t- we can’t do it immediately. We gotta- We gotta find out what it is, we gotta run some tests, do a biopsy.” I’m like, “Okay, do the biopsy.” Like, “Oh, well first we gotta do some scans.” I’m like, “Alright, dude, the scans.” And so it took a couple of days and then they did a biopsy, uh, three days later. And then I was like, “Alright. Let’s go!” And they were like, “Oh, well, the biopsy is gonna take like, a week or more to get back.” And I’m just sitting here like, “Bruh, please. Please, just treat me.”

I mean, it makes sense. It makes a lot of sense and I’m sure they know what they’re doing, but I’m just sitting there in the hospital like, “Please. Please, healthcare.” So they get the biopsy and they send me home and they’re saying like, I’ll come back in like a week or so when they have a treatment plan prepared, and so I- It was a very fun week at home ‘cause I was sitting there still not getting treated and I was just like, looking at my tumor like, “Alright, Mr. Tumor. You know, you need me to survive so it’s in your best interest to just- to just chill out for a little bit, you know? We don’t wanna go too crazy.”

And faintly- Faintly if you strain your ears, underneath my skin you can hear:

[Dream’s speedrun music plays for a few seconds]

Techno: Yeah, it was a really fun week. But I did finally get started on chemotherapy, which is a wonderful process. Let me explain chemotherapy. So basically uh, you know how society has progressed for thousands of years of technological and medical innovation? So basically, one of the top three ways we have to fight cancer is uh, for you to go to the hospital and then they uh, plug you into a machine and then they inject poison directly into your veins for several days. That’s uh, that’s one of the best ways we’ve got of going about this and the poison- it’s supposed to kill the cancer - it uh, also kills things like, you know, blood. But ehhh, does anybody really need blood? I feel like it’s pretty optional, you know? Uh- *small laugh* Blood for the Blood God as it were, alright? Uh, I’ll take what I can get.

I, uh, you know, I used to have a channel meme- ‘cause back in the day- you know how my motivation always goes up and down in, like, cycles? I used to have a meme where whenever I’d get super motivated I’d, ya know, I’d start uploading, like crazy. I’d also do things like get a haircut. And, so, I joked that, uh, the less hair I had, the more I’d upload. ‘Cause that’s- the hair was holding me back. And so, if that’s still true, I gotta say, chemotherapy, that’s gotta be daily uploads or something, bro. *laughs* It’s gonna be- Chemotherapy Arc is gonna be fantastic for content.

Well, ya know, after I got diagnosed, I, uh, I’ve been making a lot of phone calls- ya know, informing all of my distant family members about the situation- and, I gotta say, of all the phone calls I’ve made, nobody took the news worse than my health insurance provider. They’ve been inconsolable for weeks. They were like, “You got what!? No!”

I mean, I had no idea they cared so much. They’ve just- oh my God. I- I think they’re the real victims of this. I mean, could you imagine? Could you imagine? Like, look at me! I was a healthy twenty-two year old, I, like, barely went to the doctor, even for, like, regular appointments. I- I guess I went to the dentist, that’s the one thing I did. I was the freest paycheck they’ve ever seen in their lives. They could’ve been milking money off of me for decades. And then, bam, cancer, bro. *laughs* Oh, those poor guys.

Uh, the one- the one favor I- I do wanna ask- If you guys could all do one small favor for Technoblade- uh, you know that coronavirus thing you been hearing in the news for the last couple of years? Uh, I want you guys to get rid of it. Just, uh, I want it gone. Just a couple days should be sufficient for you guys to do that.

No, but, seriously. I’m kind of, uh, immunocompromised right now, which means, uh, if a bacteria touches me or, like, a virus touches me, I will explode. So, yeah, uh, I wanna- get the vaccine, is what I’m saying.

I’m gonna get cancelled by the anti-vaxxers for saying it, but it’s such a good vaccine, bro. Pfizer got full FDA approval, this week, for people aged sixteen and up. I think you- you can also get it if you’re eleven to fifteen if you’ve got emergency approval or whatever. Uh, I mean, if you have any concerns, don’t listen to a Minecraft YouTuber, but, please, at least talk to a doctor. Because it’s- it’s so good bro. It’s so good.

The hospitals are currently getting flooded by unvaccinated people. I’m gonna go ahead and speak on behalf of all cancer patients when I say that it is incredibly annoying when the- when the hospitals are getting overworked by people dying of preventable diseases. I’m just saying- we got dibs on those hospital beds. So, ya know, you- you probably don’t- you don’t even want them really. You don’t even want to need them. So, I think the vaccine… what is it? It, like, reduces the chances of you needing hospitalization from Covid by, like, ninety-six percent? I mean, it’s so effective, bro! Come on! I mean, you might still get, like… I mean, you could still catch coronavirus, but, like, the symptoms are gonna be so much milder, bro, I’m just saying. Think about it. Think about it. Talk to a doctor.

I remember when I first went in for chemotherapy, A: I was thrilled, ‘cause, like, yo! Healthcare! Inject it into my veins, bro! Let’s go! But, also, like, the first couple of days were actually pretty chill. I was like, ‘Dang! This is easy, bro!’. And then it kicked in. And then it kicked in. My energy levels were zero; they were absolutely nothing. It’s hard to describe how tired I was, but I think my one example is- so they let me go back home. And after several days of resting, I had a virtual appointment with a doctor. And, so, they were, like, ‘Alright’. And I was just sitting there, like, ‘Wait a second. You guys want me to sit upright in a chair for an hour? What is this, the Olympics, bro? I’m going back to bed! What? What?’ *laughs* ‘Wha? Let’s calm down here. Sitting in a chair? Am I Superman? Like, come one, bro.’

As you can probably tell, I’m feeling a lot better right now. Which is, uh, I think that’s part of the process, is, uh, you get a little bit of recovery time to, uh, ya know, eat a lot of really good food- get the weight back- and get ready for the next round.

And, uh, before we go back for the next round, I’m gonna be playing a lot of video games, uh, making some content, seeing if I can get some more videos prepared, because, uh- I know people are gonna be like, ‘No! Technoblade! You don’t need to make videos for us! Please rest!’

Nah, this isn’t about you, bro. This is about me. I enjoy this, man. This is, like, one of the safest and most fun things I could be doing right now, bro, I’m gonna do it. I don’t know how much content I could make, ‘cause I’m kinda slow, but we’ll see. We’ll see.

I already have a video prepared for next week, uh, September third. You guys are gonna love it. It’s, uh, it was actually- it’s kind of, kind of an old video. It was, uh, from a few months ago, but it’s very good. So, yeah! You guys have that to look forward to.

And, for the record, I know I’ve been complaining a lot in this video, but I just wanna clarify that the doctors I have are, like, insanely good, bro. I’m gonna be getting some of the finest healthcare in the world, so don’t worry about me too much.

I think the treatment has already started to show some results. I- I mean, it’s been so short of a time, so the results aren’t gonna be insane or anything, but, at the very least, the speedrun music has stopped playing.

So, yeah, that’s where I’ve been and that’s what I’m gonna be doing for the foreseeable future. Wish me luck, and, uh, wear a mask, I guess. Ya know, standard coronavirus procedures. All that coronavirus stuff and like, getting vaccinated - that goes double for Californians, okay? But it helps everywhere.

Uh, that’s all I’ve got for today. See you guys next time!

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Give your heart a break

I did in fact scream about how much I hate and love the Bruins while in the middle of Kohl’s today, so there’s that. I also wore my Harvard hockey shirt again and another person asked me if I played for the team so next time someone asks I’m just saying yes.

This was requested ages ago (because y’all know I’m the worst when it comes to doing things in a timely manner), so I hope the anon who requested this likes it!

This was also inspired by Give Your Heart A Break by Demi Lovato!

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You were on stage, loving the rush that every performance came with despite how tired you were. Now almost done with your second tour, you couldn’t believe this was your life. Your favorite song that you sang during this tour wasn’t even one of your own; Give Your Heart a Break was the only cover you performed. Every lyric seemed to mirror your relationship, despite being released before you were a teenager.

“Alright, we’re going to change things up a bit, and switch over to a song written by one of my favorite artists: Miss Demi Lovato. I hope you guys like it,” you say as the violin melody that provided the beat started to play, drawing out the sound of the crowd as you got lost in the song.

The day I first met you, you told me you’ll never fall in love.

Singing the song takes you back to that night at the bar, out with your friends in your hometown. Your friend, Rebecca insisted you go out to this particular bar when she found out the Vancouver Canucks were going to be there seeing as she was slightly too obsessed with the group of men. You weren’t too invested the reason why you were going there, you just wanted to go out with your friends before leaving for what was going to be a way too long, three month tour around North America, your first one ever.

“To Y/N and her tour!” Bex leads your friends toasting the first round, “let’s hope it’s successful so that when she comes back she can pay for our drinks!”

You roll your eyes, everyone agreeing as you sarcastically say, “Very funny.” They continue to banter, Bex with her eye on the hockey players sitting at the table across from yours. She was purposefully being loud enough for them to hear her say she knew someone going on tour, but that could mean a lot of things when you think about it. It was enough to catch the attention of some of them, causing them to look over and see what the commotion was about. But you weren’t too interested in anything. Leaving within the next week meant you had to focus on nothing besides your career.

Your friends kept talking about how excited they were for you, but you weren’t paying attention. Only one of the guys at the other table had caught your eye: you weren’t sure if it was because he looked tired and like he didn’t really want to be there, sort of like you, or because of something else, but there was something that drew you to him. Apparently you caught his eye, too, since the two of you spent about five minutes doing what your friend would probably refer to as ‘eye fucking,’ even though you really hated that term. She would think that you were both mentally undressing each other, both of you fully aware of what was going on.

You get up to get yourself another drink, praying that he would follow you to the bar. If he did, you would talk to him. But, no, you couldn’t start anything. Who the hell starts something and then leaves for three months? It’s not like you were the type of person who did a hookup, either, but who knows? No, wait. You were overthinking things, like normal. How the hell do you even know what he wants? You don’t unless he tells you. He had to follow you to the bar first.

You order your drink, your back turned towards your friends and the Canucks. “Put it on my tab,” you hear from behind you as you’re about to hand the bartender your card. You turn around, seeing the tired boy standing behind you, trying to weasel his way next to you. “Quinn,” he introduces himself, “I hope you don’t mind. If you don’t want it I’ll just drink it and have you pay for another one.”

You laugh at how nervous he sounds, introducing yourself and telling him it was fine that he was buying the drink for you. “My friends said next time I’m home, drinks are on me, so might as well save up while I can.”

“You have that tour coming up, right?” he asks, you shocked that he would even know that before remembering how loud Bex was. Hockey players didn’t strike you as the type of guys to listen to your music, but then again, you remember Rebecca saying this team was watching Gossip Girl together, so anything was possible. “Sorry, I kinda listen to your music. What’s it called, the By the Book Tour?”

You groan at hearing someone say the name out loud. “I really actually love that you listen to my music but it is so important to me that you know I did not come up with that name.”

He laughs, starting a conversation about your music, his hockey, everything else in between. The conversation somehow managed to get really deep really fast. “Wait, but you have all those songs about being in love and the perfect guy and all that stuff.”

“Well, yeah, since I’m still new in the industry I have to write what sells and ‘build a fan base’ as my manager says before I can start writing what I really feel,” you say, rolling your eyes, “And I think I was in love and falling out of love when I wrote those songs, but I don’t know what real love is. You don’t know what it is until you actually experience it.”

“So you don’t think you’ve been in love before?” he asks.

“No. Have you?”

He stops for a minute, trying to think before shaking his head, “Nope. I don’t think I ever will be.”

You look at him, shocked that he would even admit something like that to someone he just met. “Really? Never? You don’t think there’s someone out there for you that you could fall in love with?”

“Nah. Who’s got the time? I mean, traveling for most of the year for hockey? How can I? You’ve got to understand: you’re about to be traveling for three straight months and then who knows what comes next. How can you even find time for love?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, thinking about it seriously for the first time, “I think that,” you pause, trying to find the words, “I think that everyone is destined for love, regardless of how they get there. People who don’t want it might just be afraid of the pain that would come with losing it.”

He looks at you, eyebrows raised, not like he’s shocked but impressed, instead. “I can tell you write your own songs,” he takes a long sip of his drink, finishing off the glass, “That was pretty poetic.”

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You look out at the crowd, knowing exactly where they were sitting. He had the biggest smile on his face, the other guys, surprisingly, looking like they were enjoying themselves, too.

Now here we are, so close, yet so far. Haven’t I passed the test? When will you realize: baby, I’m not like the rest?

After a month on tour, one of your shows happened to be in the same town that the Canucks were playing that night, so Quinn had suggested you meet up after your show and his game for drinks. It seemed that a lot of your upcoming tour dates and his away games matched up, some sort of weird but welcome coincidence.

“Hey, Quinn!” you say as soon as you see him, practically jumping up from the table where you were waiting for him. You two had been talking nonstop since the night you met, but his words always haunted you, changing the flutter in your heart when his name popped up to absolute heartbreak: he doesn’t think he’ll ever be in love. Especially when you were sure you were falling in love with him.

“Hey, how was the show?” he says, wrapping you in a tight hug. Even after just playing a game, he smelt so good.

“It was fine, not one of my best, but hey, the fans seemed to love it. As long as they’re happy, I’m happy,” you say. The trust was, you were already exhausted. Before every show, it seemed like, you were doing nonstop conferences, photoshoots, other promos like meet and greets, having your manager talk to you about your set list as if it weren’t the same each night, rehearsal, sound checks, costume, wardrobe, and so much more. You weren’t sure you had more than five hours of sleep in the last three days. You weren’t exactly sure how you were going to keep up.

“You’re exhausted already?” he asks, as if he were reading your mind. You look at him, confused how he could have known that. “Even under the makeup you’re still wearing from tonight, I can see the bags under your eyes. Look, they’re the same as mine,” he says, laughing, pointing to his eyes.

“I just, I knew it was going to be hard, but wow, I never thought it would be like this,” you admit, laughing at how that sounds. Something worth it is never easy, so why should this be any different.

“But you love it, so who cares?” he asks.

“Very true.” The two of you sit there in silence for a moment, surprised it wasn’t as awkward as you expected it to be. “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Are you afraid of love?” you ask, bluntly. But after that night you met, you had to know. It had been swirling around in your head the time. The more you talked to him, the more you swear you could see yourself falling in love with him if you could spend time with him, like you were right now, but was it worth falling in love with someone who didn’t love you back?

He looks slightly shocked at the question, but you could tell it was something he had thought about before. “Well, I wouldn’t say afraid. I just don’t think right now it’s worth it. I mean, before I moved to Vancouver, girls would say they liked me because they thought I was going to be a professional athlete. So I would end up falling for them, then when I wasn’t in the NHL fast enough for their liking, they would dump me, and I’d be left just, standing there,” he says, not making eye contact with you. You can see his face getting red, obviously getting a little upset but trying to hold it in. “I mean, I don’t have time, you’re the only girl I talk to at this point who isn’t dating one of the other guys and isn’t my mom.”

You don’t know why, but hearing that from him made you want to cry. Unable to look at him, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from doing that, pushing the food on your plate around with your fork. You were right there, constantly flirting with each other while you were on the phone, anytime Quinn was with the guys you could hear them teasing him about how excited he got when your name popped up on his phone, or when your songs came on the radio. Your band knew that when you were alone, you were probably talking to Quinn, getting to the point where they had some sort of code word to talk about you and him.

You thought he liked you. You were so close to getting him, and you thought that’s what he wanted. If he asked you out on a real date right then, not just two friends getting together, you would say yes with no hesitation. When is he going to understand that you aren’t those girls from his home who would dump him when he wasn’t doing what you wanted him to with hockey? Who does something like that anyway?

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You felt like you were staring at him the entire time you were singing, knowing that he couldn’t take his eyes off you either.

On Sunday you went home alone, there were tears in your eyes. I call your cell phone, my love, but you did not reply.

Another night on tour, another night where your schedule lined up with the Canucks away games. You had no idea where you were at this point, you just knew you were exhausted, leaving in the morning for the next city and planning on sleeping on the bus the entire time, praying there was no reason for anyone to bother you when you arrived in the next city Sunday night. After the show, Quinn had invited you out again, the guys celebrating some big win that you didn’t know the significance of. You really didn’t care that much, especially since it was something that made him happy, so you went along and met him anyway, despite the fact that your veins had more coffee and energy drinks coursing through them than they did actual blood. You were getting there after the guys were, trying to find their table. The bar was crowded enough as it was, trying to find them taking way too long.

“Where’s that singer girl?” one of them asked. You still didn’t know his teammates well enough by name to know who said it, all you could tell was that he was blonde.

“She should be on here by now,” Quinn says, checking his phone to see if you had sent him anything. He had no idea you were a few feet away.

“Look at Huggy bear, already whipped by a girl he won’t close on,” another one teases.

“Ok, first of all, I am not whipped. She’s my friend. Second off, we will not talk about her like that, regardless of if she’s coming here right now or not,” you hear Quinn trying to defend you, even though the boys kept teasing him about you. Whatever, part of your career was criticism, this was just part of it.

You finally make your way through the people to get to the table, Quinn’s eyes lighting up when he sees you. You had to admit, you melted a little seeing him, despite him just putting you in the friendzone, him not knowing that you heard that. But were you really ready to sit with his friends knowing that they were teasing him about you?

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Quinn whispers into your ear, pulling you in for a hug and sending chills down your spine.

“And miss seeing you again? Please, I’m always up for seeing a friend,” you say. You swear he flinched when you said friend, but he said it first in your defense. You could already tell this night was going to end badly somehow, and none of you wanted to find out how.

He leads you over to the table of guys, none of them seeming to notice that you and Quinn had returned. The entire night was pretty much spent with Quinn pretty much ignoring you and only paying attention to the guys. They acted like you weren’t even there.

“I’m going to go get another drink,” you say, annoyed at Quinn, motioning to the empty bottle sitting in front of you.

Quinn nods, getting up with you “I’ll come with you.” You feel his hand on the small of your back, leading you from behind through the crowd to the bar. You couldn’t help your heart beating faster at this touch, something so intimate even though it probably meant nothing to him. The two of you sit down, you obviously bothered by the way the night was going. “Hey, I’m sorry for the guys,” Quinn apologizes, studying your face, “Are you ok?”

“No,” you admit. “You’ve been ignoring me the entire night. What’s the matter with you?”

He bites his lip, looking back and forth between you and the guys while he tries to figure out what to say. “The guys think I’m falling in love with you so they tease me about it.”

You stare at him for a moment. Could the guys be right? Could Quinn actually have the same feelings about you that you did for him? “Well are you?” you ask, knowing that it was the alcohol in your system.

“Am I what?”

“Are you falling in love with me?”

“No.”

“Oh,” is all you can let out, looking down at the drink the bartender had given you. You didn’t want to drink it. Honestly, you just wanted to throw it in his face and storm out. You couldn’t believe he was doing this to you. You look up at him, his face red, him not able to make eye contact with you. He was lying. You know he was.

“I can’t,” he says, his voice small and wavering like he was about to cry.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You can, too, fall in love, because you know what? I’m falling in love with you, and my schedule is just as busy as yours. So stop being afraid of letting people in because you don’t want to get hurt. All that does is hurt the people around you who are trying to care for you.” You sit there for a second, waiting for his response. When he doesn’t say anything, you get up and leave, before he can see you crying.

You take out your phone, trying to dial Bex as you make your way back to the hotel you were staying in. “Hey, babe, what’s up? It’s late.”

“I hate him,” you sob into your phone, knowing it wasn’t true. “He was so close to telling me he loved me, and he just looked at me and said he won’t.”

“Whoa, whoa, back up. What do you mean?” she says. You recount the night to her, Quinn not paying attention to you and then pretty much breaking your heart right there. “Ugh. what a bitch. He should be lucky to love you.”

You can’t help but smile, even though you were still upset about what had happened. You hear your phone beeping. Taking a look at the incoming call, you decline it, “He’s trying to call me.”

“Nope. Don’t answer.”

“Not gonna. Not for a while.”

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You open your eyes, not even realizing that you had them closed. For a moment, it seemed like you were just singing to him, no one else around you even though you knew the venue was full.

When your lips are on my lips, and our hearts beat as one, but you slip out of my fingertips every time you run.

“So how does it feel knowing that this is the last night of your first full tour,” Bex says on the other end of the phone. The last night was in Vancouver, meaning that all of your friends who said goodbye to you three months ago finally got to see you again, and go out and celebrate with you again.

“I’m so ready to sleep in my own bed, I’m fucking exhausted,” you tell her, sitting in the dressing room and looking at yourself in the mirror. You still had three more hours before you were supposed to take the stage, but you could already hear the audience going crazy. It felt so surreal, traveling around America and performing in front of thousands of people every night. You had never in your wildest dreams thought you would actually be doing this.

Your thoughts and reminiscing are interrupted by a knock on your door. “Hey, Bex. I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight? You have the passes ready to see me right after the show?”

“Yep, love ya, you’re gonna kill it. See ya,” she says, hanging up.

“Come in!” you call, not getting up from your seat. You were sure it was your manager, who always insisted that you stay in your seat instead of ‘tiring yourself and using energy to get the door.’ The door opens, seeing him in the reflection of your mirror. Practically jumping out of your chair, you run over to him, having not seen him since that night you left crying. “What are you doing here?”

The two of you had been talking again, but it took a while for you to be able to get comfortable with him again. Being told that someone refuses to fall in love with you is heartbreaking, especially when you were in love with them. But at this point, all you had to do was focus on the tour and repress your feelings, and you were doing pretty well until you saw him in your doorway.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” Quinn says, his hands snaking their way around your waist. His lips crash to yours, you stunned by what was going on before relaxing into it. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging the soft strands when his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your mind went blank, still unable to process that he was actually here.

He finally pulls away, your foreheads resting against each other, both of you with smiles on your face. “I don’t understand?” you say. He said he couldn’t love you. You talked all the time about how you weren’t really the ‘hook-up types.’ So why did he just kiss you? Why was he here before your show?

“I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut, “I don’t want the pain of losing someone, so I close myself off. You are everything to me. I don’t think I let myself fall in love because I never found someone who I could see myself being with until I met you.”

“You’re not going to run away this time, are you?”

“No.”

Another knock at your door startles you before you can say or do anything else. Your manager pokes their head in, “We need you for the pre-show warm-ups?” they ask, as if you were able to say no. “Are you staying here or finding a seat?” they motion to Quinn.

“Finding a seat,” he says, running his hand through his hair.

“I’ll see you after?” you say to him, giving him another quick kiss before running out to get ready for the final show of the tour.

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You finish the song, the crowd cheering. You find Quinn and the boys sitting in their seats. You go through the rest of the show, still not able to pry your eyes away from Quinn. The second you saw him sitting the crowd, you nearly started crying; he had said he wasn’t going to be able to see you on this tour because of his hockey season. So not only did he technically lie, he surprised you and took all the guys to see you perform, too.

After the show, you can hear the guys coming back to see you through the closed door of your dressing room. Opening it before they can knock, you nearly knock Quinn over, jumping into his arms and kissing him right in front of the guys.

“Who woulda thought that Q here would have actually landed a girl?” Brock asks.

“Hey, it was bound to happen at some point, look at the child,” Jake adds, “Even if it was with someone who sings about love all the time,” he teases you.

“I make just as much money as you do and all you do is chase a small rubber thing over a slippery surface. At least I create music people listen to while most of your fans just yell at you to shoot the puck,” you shoot back, the guys laughing.

“Come on, give her a break,” Quinn finally adds, “I mean look at her, how could I not love her?” he asks, the guys groaning at how mushy he was as as you plant a kiss on his cheek.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagines #vancouver canucks #vancouver canucks imagines #canucks #canucks imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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theshy1sout · 3 years

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Inseparable - Chapter 1

7th February! What a lovely day to start brand-new trolls Au!

As I promiced, this is part 3 of 300-special This one is again for @starlight-jamy who asked for broppy oneshot. I’m sorry, it’s not a oneshot. It’s the whole frickin fanfiction. It’s also kinda my gitf for you, my followers, cause today is my birthday! I Always wanted to give people things at my birthday, just like hobbits.

Today I post first two chapters. And then I will post a chaper every Sunday. (today is Sunday, right?). Short chapters. Usually 2k words, sometimes more.

Ship: Broppy

Rated: Nope.

Au: Trolls Mythology Au

Type: Slow Burn Fluff :3

Ao3

Summary: - There's the guardian of the Night, but no one takes care of the Day - Peppy, the God of Friendship and Harmony, King of the Gods, looks around the big hall to get everyone's attention. Gods listen to him as always, carefully and with huge respect they have to their master. He catches even Branch's attention this time. - I summoned you to discuss this very important topic. - King Peppy raises his hand and turns to the beautiful pink lady in the bright blue dress. - My daughter becomes a full goddess today. And it would be an honor if you all agree that she is a good person to take care of the Day, which means holding the Staff and looking after the whole living world under its Light.

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Far, far ago, when the gods walked through the Earth and love didn't exist yet, trolls were like other creatures in the world. They didn't have the awareness, free will, or feelings deeper than the animals have. The only difference between them and critters was some kind of civilization. They worked, played, and bred during the day and rested during the night. They built villages and formed families and communities. But all the things they made were the result of the intervention of gods [divine intervention], who wanted the best for their creatures. Immortals taught trolls all about working, having fun, building villages, and playing music, but trolls couldn't create things on their own. And no one saw anything wrong with that, because nobody knew it could be different.

Day passed by day and nothing has changed. Whenever it's time to rest, Branch, the god of the Night, walks on the highest hill and grabs the Staff Of The Light, making the gold shining Sphere on it glow much less bright than during the Day. In Branch's hand, a magic source of light that trolls call "the sun" beams slightly bright blue. The whole world meets the darkness and the silence; every creature on the Earth can do nothing but sleep and rest. When the day is supposed to be started, the God of the Night walks on the highest hill again to dig the Staff Of The Light on the top, and freeing it from his cold hands puts brightness on the whole world.

- There's the guardian of the Night, but no one takes care of the Day - Peppy, the God of Friendship and Harmony, King of the Gods, looks around the big hall to get everyone's attention. Gods listen to him as always, carefully and with huge respect they have to their master. He catches even Branch's attention this time. - I summoned you to discuss this very important topic. - King Peppy raises his hand and turns to the beautiful pink lady in the bright blue dress. - My daughter becomes a full goddess today. And it would be an honor if you all agree that she is a good person to take care of the Day, which means holding the Staff and looking after the whole living world under its Light.

Everyone's eyes lay on the young pink-haired woman, who stepped shyly onto the middle of the Hall of Parley. She takes a deep breath and smiles, mostly to reassure herself. But when she notices friendly smiles appearing on more and more gods' faces, she feels kind of proud and excited.

-My King, I think there's nothing to discuss - Holly, goddess of Hospitality, points out. - If there's someone who fits perfectly for this job, it is Poppy for sure!

- Hell yea! - Barb, Queen of the Underworld, yells. She always finds a reason to yell.

- I'm not that sure - Delta Dawn, the goddess of Justice, adds. - Isn't that too much for someone that young?

- Poppy, tell us - Quincy, the god of Wisdom, turns to the pink little lady in the center. - How would you feel about that responsibility? Isn't that too overwhelming for you?

- It is, I guess... - Poppy starts, looking down. - But I have been watching trolls and other creatures since I was a child and... I really attach to them. I enjoy making them happy more than anything else in the world and if you give me your trust, then I'll do everything to protect them and give them all I can.

She ends with full confidence and when she looks up again, she sees all the gods smiling at her, nodding. Cooper, the god of Fun, starts applauding with joy and everyone slowly stands up and joins in. Besides one person... But Poppy quickly forgets that, cause the low tone of her dad's voice catches her attention.

- So that's it! - King announces, also standing up. - I have my honor to introduce our new Immortal: Poppy, the goddess of the Day and the Light!

Gods and goddesses start yelling and cheering. Poppy doesn't even notice when she ends up surrounded by them. They all grin and laugh, wishing her the best and congratulating her over and over. She's never got so much attention, it's even a bit overwhelming. But in this crowd of Immortals, one wish sounds a bit different than the other.

- I appreciate you. Good Teamwork!

Poppy turns to the dull face of Barb. Queen of the Underworld doesn't look like she's joking.

- Teamwork! - Pink girl tries to play amused. - With whom?

- Don't ya know! - Barb laughs at her and throws her hand at the corner of the hall. - Him.

Poppy lifts her head to look above her arm. Far from talks and laughs, there's the guy with a grey hoodie on his head, all covered by a long, dark capote. His face isn't visible, but for some reason, Poppy is sure that he isn't looking at any particular thing. He is just here, sitting very still on his god's seat. As if his presence here was enough to call him a part of the event.

- Branch. The god of The Night - Barb accents the word 'god'. - The guardian of the Darkness and the Silence. And the most important for ya: the one holding The Staff of the Light. - Goddess shows her teeth in a kinda creepy way. - Just like you.

- He's um... - Poppy now has so many questions, that she doesn't know from which she should start.

- You'll get to know him - The pink-haired girl feels a hard hit on her back. - Don't worry, I'm just playing with ya! It's just holding some dum' stick! You give it to him in the evening and then he gives it to you back in the morning. Easy!

- But why is he...

- Nobody knows, he's just different! - Poppy is interrupted once again by the energetic Underworld's Queen. - To be honest, I don't even know how he looks like.

- He's never shown his face?!

- No... I just don't remember. But that's enough about this grump, let's talk about a much funnier thing on the Earth! Or should I say: Under the Earth!

Poppy already feels a bit overwhelmed by the goddess energy. All she really wants right now is to talk with her father and start her job. But she thinks, if she was waiting for it whole years, then she can hold a few minutes more. Right?

- What do you mean? - She asks, not even hiding her tiring.

- Girl, you'll see, nights will be so boring for ya there - Barb starts a bit less loudly and less throwing-her-arms-and-legs-everywhere-ly. - Underworld is always welcoming ya. There's a wild, loud party nonstop!

- What's a party?

- You'll see - Barb smirks at her and finally starts moving away from her. - The total opposite of boredom.

- Ok, thanks - Poppy waves at her, trying to smile as wide as she can. - See ya later! ...I guess...

After way too many wishes, pieces of advice, and cheers, after another long talk with her father, after a million little things she has to go through, Poppy finally steps on the hill and faces the Staff of the Light. Don't get her wrong, normally she really enjoys hanging out with others. Well, she was mostly spending time with King Peppy or trolls on the Earth until now. She feels like she should have taken this opportunity of talking with every single Immortal much more than she did. But she was looking for this little moment almost her entire life. She couldn't think about anything but standing here, on the hill, in front of the Staff of the Light and grabbing all of her dreams, the role of her life, her vocation, her...

- You're gonna grab it or not?

Poppy blinks, surprised. She looks around just to notice a silhouette darker than the Darkness itself. She needs a minute to realize who is he. The god of the Night. Of course, he's here. It's his job to be here. It is still the Night after all. But she is a bit upset at him for destroying the magic of the moment.

So once again Poppy glances at the Staff of the Light, takes a really big breath and... She grabs it! And with her very first touch, the sphere on the top explodes with gold light and the whole world is being filled with so many beautiful colors and Poppy has never been happier in her entire life. Even a dry "So see ya later I guess" by Branch can't destroy it. Ah! She is so happy! She runs down the hill with the Staff glowing in her hand, laughing so loud and so long, till her cheeks start to ache and she loses her voice, but even then she is so happy. So happy.

After one day, and then another, and then one more, and then the whole week of enjoying this exhaustingly happy moment in her life, it comes the time to grab the Staff seriously. Poppy knows exactly what she wants and how the perfect Day should look like. She has planned it for years! So the first thing she changes is the start and the end of the Day. She adds so many colors to the sky: pinks, oranges, reds, and yellows. She asks Suki, the goddess of the Music, to make melodies for birds to let them greet every Day's beginnings and ending. With Milton, the god of the Critters, she teaches birds to sing them. She designs with Satin and Chenille, the twin goddesses of Beauty, new kinds of flowers. Every Day she runs through the whole Earth creating new things, changing the old ones, adding colors and light everywhere it is possible.

Until one Day she finishes all of her ideas and she can finally make the last point of her plan: enjoying the brand-new happy world she created.

But after a week of just guarding the Day and taking care of the Light Poppy feels there's something wrong. She has missed something. She is lost in her thoughts, trying to find the missed thing, when she walks on the hill, like every evening. She hears peaceful "Good evening" and feels it when somebody's hand takes the Staff of the Light off her. Poppy blinks like she's just woken up, but before she can answer, Branch throws "Good Night" and walks away.

''Oh. So that is the thing." Poppy thinks, ashamed.

It's been half of the year since her pink hands grabbed the Staff for the first time. The goddess was too busy with her big plans to even notice the Night. After giving back the Staff, barely even noticing Branch, she just falls asleep. She always finds sleeping the most boring thing ever, cause it's just laying down and closing your eyes to open them a few hours later. But although Immortals don't need to sleep, after a whole day of running and creating she was just exhausted.

And now Poppy realizes that the god of the Night was greeting her every morning and every evening and she has never answered him. It isn't even rude or mean, it is a complete disaster! Poppy as a daughter of King Peppy, the god of Friendship and Harmony, should be the one making friendships and building harmony, not ignoring people!

She has to fix that now.

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Special thanks for @livinginithilien-blog for editing the chapter in the middle of the night XD

Chapter 2

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sokkasangel · 4 years

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emotions

»»——— eijirio kirishima x reader

summary: the times you expressed all four emotions (happiness, sadness, fear, anger) with kirishima, & the one time you realized your best friend was the love of your life...

warnings: slight angst

a/n: skida! part two is coming soon!!! don’t worry!!!

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happiness:

“i hope they have it,” you wished aloud as you entered the convenient store.

kirishima walked a little ahead of you, beating you to opening the door. he had offered to walk you, & you politely declined. but he convinced you by saying something about “everyone needs a buddy” & “a buddy — at the very least — makes things less quiet”. so you agreed. & now you had someone to tease & laugh with on the way home.

“what?” kirishima followed you as you walked past the cashier & isles of snacks.

“my peach iced tea!” you exclaimed as you neared the refrigerated section.

“peach tea? don’t they sell those almost everywhere?” kirishima asked after he caught up with you. “& why are you walking so fast?”

“i’m excited!” you spun around as you walked. & like it was contagious, kirishima joined in with your laughter. “plus,” you continued. “it’s a certain brand. i can never find it anywhere.”

“well, let me know if you do. i’ll be in the snack isle,” he pointed to the beef jerky & chip section. you nodded & then focused on your mission. you were going to get your iced tea.

after a few moments of scanning the many drinks, you finally found it. the glorious pink can. it was just how you remembered. the pastel pink stood out among the drab colors of surrounding bottles, & the words “peace tea - peach flavored” yelled in bold lettering.

you gasped. this store — which was only a block away from ua — had your favorite drink this entire time?!

your exclaimation caught kirishima’s attention. his head poked out from the shelves & he waddled over. when you finally saw his whole body, you noticed that his hands were full of jerky & pringle’s.

“i found it!” you smiled with your mouth wide open, & you hugged the can with your cheek. it’s condensation cooled your skin. “here feel.”

you grabbed one of kirishima’s hands & pressed it to your face.

“ouch!” he ripped his hand back & resituated his snacks. “too cold!”

“hey!” you pouted. “that was warm!”

“c’mon, cutie, let’s go check out.”

sadness:

today was not your day.

the amounts of schoolwork piled up on your desk. sure, becoming a hero was fun, but it didn’t excuse you from calculus and english class. & it didn’t help that you couldn’t understand anything the teacher was saying.

& your bed was covered in laundry that long needed to be folded. so now, you couldn’t even lay in your own bed.

on top of chores & school, your parents had called nonstop for a week. they bugged you about grades & scores & hero internships. not one word of praise or love.

it was all exhausting & too much.

you had been sitting at your desk for what was now hours. checking your phone, you saw that it was already 9:00p.

already? you thought. my last break was during dinner.

you need to escape. tears pooled your eyes as the stress came crashing down on you. you still had hours of work, & you couldn’t crawl into bed & ignore it. but you needed a break.

so you pushed yourself away from your desk and left your dorm for the common area. it should have been empty, but when you walked in, bakugou & kirishima were eating snacks.

you quickly swiped the remaining tears from your cheeks & walked past them. you were thankful for the dim lighting.

you passed the kitchen & entered the living room. you situated yourself into the couch & reached for the remote. but nothing sounded good; you just kept looking through movies upon movies.

you huffed.

the sound of dishes clanking together mixed with fading footsteps. they must have gone to bed...

tears welled up. even when you were away from everything, you were still stressed. it wasn’t even finals either.

as you groaned, a head popped out from behind the couch. it hovered over yours. when you looked up, kirishima’s face was upside-down.

“you okay?” he asked.

that was it. the last straw. the tears kept coming and coming. you buried your eyes in your hands & begged for it to stop. kirishima was immediately by your side. he reached an arm over you & pulled you in. his warmth was comforting & it distracted you for a second.

“what happened?” his voice was soft. you always thought that was ironic. his quirk was hardening, but he was always soft.

when you moved your hands, you saw that kirishima was also crying. this made you want to cry even more.

“why are you crying?” you asked & wiped one of his tears.

“because you are.”

you smiled & hugged him. you could always rely on kirishima. he was your best friend. nothing could change that.

fear:

it was dark & cold.

the cold crept up your neck & made your teeth chatter.

you kept reaching out for something — anything. but once you did, you felt on your knees. you could hear them crack under your weight. it was agonizing.

a deep voice was surrounding you. it was laughing at you; taunting you. it was also familiar.

it was him...

his eyes glowed in the pitch black. they drew nearer & nearer. you could hear his breath get closer & closer & closer...

you bolted upright. you were covered in a cold sweat, and you noticed all your pillows & blankets had been tossed to the floor.

this had been happening a lot recently. ever since the incident at usj, nightmares had taken over your sleep. the thought of that man’s hands scared you beyond anything.

& before you could think anymore, you made your way out the door. you didn’t even bother to put on shoes. you snuck through the dorm & into the hallway.

it was a short walk to the boys’ dorms.

you had only made this trip once before, so you weren’t totally confident in not being caught. but luckily, you made it to the door you were searching for.

you quietly opening it & slipped inside. you maneuvered across the floor. it was too dark to see, so you held your hands out in front of you.

“oww!” you cried. you held your toe & whimpered.

“huh?” kirishima’s voice rung throughout the previously silent room. his bedside light clicked on; the brightness momentarily blinded you. you looked down & realized you had stubbed your toe on a weight. “y/n? whadder you doing here? what time is it?”

“i had a nightmare,” you said, embarrassed. it was like you were five years old. “can i sleep in here tonight?”

“of course.” kirishima opened his blankets & scooted over. “c’mere.”

you shuffled into his bed. it was warm & everything smelled like him. it was so nice.

after getting comfortable, you switched the light off.

“i’m actually kinda glad you’re here,” kirishima whispered.

“me too.”

a few moments passed.

“you make me feel safe,” you commented & snuggled closer to your friend.

“i’m glad.”

anger:

“YOURE SO SELFISH!”

you had been screaming through the phone for what seemed like hours. your voice was hoarse & your legs were tired from you pacing about the living room.

luckily, everyone was out today. so you were able to scream without anyone being disturbed.

“IM SELFISH? HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO YOURSELF?”

you didn’t know how it got this bad.

this was one of your closest friends. & now she was your worst enemy. the reason for the argument was long buried underneath horrible namecalling & profanities. both of you brought up points that were wrong & could never be forgiven.

“hey, i was gonna touch up my roots an-“

a certain red-headed man stopped dead in his tracks. he had walked right into a screaming match. he’d never seen you this angry. sure, you’ve yelled at denki & bakugou. but those times couldn’t compare to now.

“YOURE THE WORST!”

“I HATE YOU!”

you stopped.

she hated you? no, that’s not right. this was the woman who was going to be at your wedding, the girl who always had your back.

the fight had gotten bad, but this? this was beyond anything you could’ve imagined.

without replying, you hung up & threw your phone into the couch as hard as possible. you huffed & ran your hands over your face.

“y/n?” kirishima ventured further into the living room. “what happened?”

angrily & resentfully, you managed to explain how you & your friend had started to fight. you told him all what was said. you thought talking about it would make you calm down, but it only fired you up.

“why don’t we take a walk?” kirishima suggested.

“don’t wanna.”

“workout?”

“too tired.”

he had been sitting on the couch, watching you pace as you retold the story. but now, he got up & wrapped you in his arms.

“let go-“ you wiggled in his arms & noticed that he used his quirk to keep you in place. “stop! kiri, i swear. i don’t wanna be hugged right now!”

but he stayed silent. he just held you closer, in fact. & as if it flipped a switch in your brain, you slowed down. your breathing calmed, your mind stopped buzzing, & the need to keep moving stopped.

“wh-“

“i know you, y/n.” he rested his chin on the crown of your head. “i know what you need without you having to say anything.”

love:

the teasing from your class had gotten worse over the past two months. your classmates had always joked about you & kirishima, but ever since denki found out you snuck into kirishima’s dorm, it grew substantially.

but you ignored it. there was nothing between you two... right?

okay, so you tried to ignore it.

but ever since the fight with your now ex-friend, something changed. the words of your friends invaded your mind.

“don’t you see the way he looks at you?” jirio’s voice echoed in your head.

his eyes softened sure, but didn’t all friends’?

but the more you thought about it, maybe it wasn’t normal.

you noticed how his eyes wandered to your lips, which made your cheeks heat up. & you remembered how he once bit his lip while listening to you ramble. even thinking back on it made you flustered.

“you smile whenever his name is mentioned!” ochaco had commented once.

you thought back.

whenever bakugou mentioned that kirishima was tagging along, your heart did skip a beat. but it was because he was your best friend.

just your best friend. nothing more.

“don’t you ever want to be more than that though?” tsu asked a while ago.

yeah, you thought about it while you were cuddle up with him in his bed. but you never made a move. he was a friend.

oh my god, you thought to yourself. i’m in love with my friend.

you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. now what?

you sat up & hung your legs over the side. you clicked your heels together, thinking.

you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. but he had these feelings too right? everyone said so. hell, you even took notice. you can’t just keep this bottled up. you saw too many romance movies with this plot. it never ended good.

so you ran out of the room.

you were going to find kirishima. you were going to confess to your best friend.

you looked through the kitchen & living room & didn’t see him. you ran through hall after hall. but not once did you see him. where was he?

the sun was setting, & the school was now covered in an orange hue. you were on your way back to your room. you had been looking for at least a half an hour & nothing.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into something hard.

“ouch!” you looked up at what smacked into you.

it was him.

“oh thank goodness i found you!” he exclaimed & grabbed you by the arms. “i’ve been trying to find you for like an hour!”

“i- i’ve been looking for you, too.”

“i need to tell you something... something really important.”

“me too.” your nerves were building up. what if he said no? would it go back to normal? would there be a wall between you two after this?

“i realized something today,” he began.

“i did, too. ... kiri, i think i-“

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU, Y/N!” he yelled. it came out so fast that you thought you misheard it. “i love you.”

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha kirishima #bnha au #bnha imagines #mha x reader #mha #kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou #kirishima ejirou x you #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader

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slytherinbangchan · 5 years

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F*ckboy!Changbin!

Blog’s masterlist

Warnings: Smut.

Last member of this series

Word count: 2.2k

-There's this guy at work.

-He's very nice and cute.

-And handsome.

-Voice deeper than the sea.

-And you have no idea how to approach him.

-You're also kinda scared he's like his friends.

-They come visit him very often.

-You have the weirdest ice cream flavours in town in the shop.

-But they always ask for strawberry, plain chocolate or stuff like that.

-But that's not the part you're afraid of.

-You've never seen them with the same girl more than once.

-They love playing with girls and each one of them has their own way.

-Like a rol.

-Jisung is the cute one, innocent looking. Actually not innocent at all.

-Bangchang, well... Rumour has it if you have a daddy kink this is your guy.

-Hyunjin, this guy. He just knows everything about playing. You'll be on his bed before you even notice.

-Minho, he will make you beg for it. At least hat's what your friends say.

-Then there's Changbin.

-Nobody knows a lot about Changbin.

-He never spends more than half a day at most with the same girl.

-So not a lot of info comes out of them.

-You've watched him for a while now.

-Cause he's always coming to the counter to talk to Felix when the guys visit the ice cream shop.

-And that's weird.

-Cause he would stay there talking to him while the others go find a table.

-And you're the one obsessed with Felix, not him.

-Right?

-Anyway, if Felix is even a bit like his friends you'll lose your interest.

-But you don't know yet.

-You're not a shy person.

-But the minute Felix is in front of you, listening to what you have to say. You become one.

-Is not that you don't have experience at all with guys.

-You've dated a fair amount.

-He's just so handsome.

-It's not fair cause even knowing how his friends are.

-You don't feel intimidated by any of them.

-That's why, these last weeks you've been thinking about something.

-And maybe now it's the time.

-The guys are there.

-Changbin is waiting for Felix to come back from taking some trash out or something.

-Not your first option but...

-He's a little intimidating honestly. Still you feel like you are able to speak in front of him.

-So that should do the trick.

-'Hey' you say.

-He almost drop his ice cream and you laugh.

-'You okay?' you ask.

-'You scared me'.

-'Yeah, I saw.'

-'What do you want?' He's looking at his phone instead of you.

-'Well, I'm just gonna be blunt'. You say. 'I need your help'.

-'My help?'

-'Yeah. My shift is over in 10 minutes. Can we talk privately then?'

-He's looking at you now. 'I guess'.

-'Great'

-You see Felix and Changbin talking about... You probably cause Changbin is pointing at your direction.

-You're leaving the apron and everything at the back when you see Felix walking towards you.

-Your only wish right now is not to blush in front of him.

-But probb you already did.

-'Hey, Changbin told me you're meeting him now? I didn't know you like him'.

-'What? Omg I don't'. You chuckle. 'I just wanted to ask him something'.

-'You don't? Are you sure? He's a great guy'.

-Is he tho?

-You laugh uneasily.

-'Well, go, don't make him wait'.

-You walk with Changbing to a park.

-He's not saying a lot even when you're trying to know him a little before asking him for the favour.

-'Can we sit somewhere?' He asks.

-'Sure...'

-He sits on a bench and you just stand in front of him. 'Anyway... About what I wanted to ask...'

-'You like Felix'.

-'Huh?' you're blushing.

-'He told me he thinks you like me but it's him, right?

-'Well, yeah...'

-'And what am I supossed to do about it?'

-He sounds kinda harsh.

-'I was thinking maybe you could tell me some things about him?'

-'Like what?'

-'What kind of person would he date? Would he think about me like that at all?'

-He chuckles. ' Why don't you just ask him out? You look nice'.

-'Ugh I can't. I get so nervous in front of him. I don't understand why. Never happened to me before.'.

-'Never? That's weird. Try talking to me like I was him'

-'What? No way. That's embarrassing'.

-'Who cares? There's only me here'.

-You look at him in silence for a minute.

-'y/n?'

-'I can't'.

-He laughs. 'That's amazing'.

-'No, it's not! What am I gonna dooo?'

-He laughs again. 'Nothing I guess. Is not like you're going to practice with me untill you can speak in front of him'.

-You look at him as you actually think about it.

-He frowns. 'What?'

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-So, you spend every evening of the next week with Changbin.

-And it's so much more fun than you expected.

-He's nice, and cute.

-And so patient with you.

-You don't understand how this same guy is the one your friends talk about.

-With the dark aura.

-That guy who can't stand another human being besides his friends for more than 6hours or so.

-The guy who would dump any girl right away after he's got what he wanted.

-But anyway.

-It's monday now and Changbin appears at the end of your shift once again.

-You hear Felix asking him if you two are dating.

-He laughs and says you're not his type at all.

-Then Felix says he thinks you're cute.

-Why are you annoyed tho?

-You don't mention it anyway.

-Just go home with Changbin so you can practice one more time.

-But you can't stand looking at him right now.

-How could he say you're not his type at all? With that voice he made?

-So mean.

-'Something is wrong'. He says.

-'What? Nonsense'.

-'What is it? Did Felix ask you again about us dating?

-'I told you nothing's wrong'. You go to the kitchen and grab a couple glasses and some red wine.

-'What's that for?' He asks.

-'Here'. You hand him one of the glasses and pour the wine. 'I need it for today's rehearsal'.

-'Okay...' He takes a sip.

-You sit on the tea table in front of him sipping nonstop.

-'Hey, easy'.

-But you don't say a word, neither you stop drinking.

-You're just watching him watching you.

-And there's a ton of thoughts travelling inside your head right now.

-You just can't forget about what he said earlier to Felix.

-You're pissed about it.

-Maybe you are drinking too quickly.

-That wine going to your head so fast. 'Ok, let's start'. You say, standing up.

-He stays there seated.

-'Great'. He leaves the cup on the table and looks at you. 'Hey y/n g'day mate'.

-That makes you smile a little. 'Hey, Felix'.

-'Wow, what are you doing here in my house half naked y/n?'

-He always jokes like that at first.

-He did it the first time to break the ice and now he does it every time you start the convo.

-And it may be the wine, may be the fact that you're still annoyed and need to prove yourself something.

-But you take off your shoes and your pants.

-Now you're just on your underwear and shirt.

-He's blushing. 'What are you doing?' he asks.

-You say no word about it, just crawl on top of him.

-Straddling him.

-Your face getting closer to his.

-'y/n...' He sounds serious.

-You sigh. 'Sorry. I thought we could practice some other situations too'.

-'I think you're kinda drunk' He chuckles.

-'Sure'. You stand up and go put on your pants again. 'maybe we should call it off for tonight'. You say.

-'Oh, ok. See you tomorrow then?'

-You nod.

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-You didn't sleep at all last night.

-Just coudn't stop cringing at yourself.

-Now you're cleaning around at the shop.

-'y/n?'

-'Huh?' You turn to look at Felix who has been calling you for a while'.

-'Changbin is here' he says. 'Don't you wanna go say hi?'

-'Ah, nah. It's okay'. You say as you keep with the cleaning.

-'Did you guys fight or something?

-You look at him. 'Nah... Seriously it's nothing Felix. Thank you for worrying anyway'.

-Awesome. The first time you can actually talk to him and you’re in such a shitty mood.

-Your shift ends.

-You don't even know why you're going home with Changbin again.

-He's trying to keep a conversation but the words won't let your mouth even if you'd like to.

-As soon as you enter your house he speaks again.

-This time your words won't be having any trouble to leave.

-He sighs.

-'I'm sorry I didn't play along when you wanted to practice that other situation yesterday'.

-'No, I understand. It must be disgusting'.

-'What?'

-'You know, since 'I'm not your type at all'.

-'You heard that?'

-'Yeah!'

-'Okay, so? It was Felix asking me, I thought you wouldn't want him to think there was something between us'.

-'Sure'

-'What? You don't believe me?

-'It sounded pretty honest to me'.

-He scoffs. 'Well. Why do you care anyway?'

-'I don't'.

-'Doesn't sound like you don't'.

-You let out a frustrated sigh. 'Yeah I know that. I don't understand it either'.

-He sighs again. 'Look, I'm sorry. I just wanted and want to help you. But you were drunk and I thought you may regret it'.

-'I know...'

-'So let me help you now if you'd still like that'. He sits again. Same place as the night before. 'Come here. Let's try that thing you wanted'.

-You blush.

-You didn't want to practice anything the night before.

-You just wanted to see if he actually hated the idea of dating you that bad.

-'We don't have to do that anymore'. You say. 'I just wanted to check something'.

-He smiles. 'I know that'.

-You blush even harder.

-'You know?'

-He nods and offers his hand so you would sit astride him again.

-You can't look at him in the eyes once you're on his lap.

-'I think you were leaning over me' He says.

-You slowly lean over.

-Your heart beating faster.

-He's just letting you doing whatever.

-Not moving at all.

-Your lips so close to his.

-Finally you look at him in the eyes, like asking for permission.

-He smiles and end up with the little distance left.

-Such a soft and sweet kiss.

-You pull away slowly, not taking your eyes off his.

-He puts away a lock of your hair as he looks at you too.

-'I don't think I like Felix anymore'. You say.

-He smiles sweetely. 'Good'. He carresses your face with the back of his hand. 'I hope you like me tho'.

-You laugh and kiss him again.

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-You talked till you fell asleep on his arms last night.

-And you're seeing him tonight aswell.

-Felix has been poking you the whole day.

-You kinda feel relieved you can talk to him normally now.

-Like he's really a good guy.

-It's nice being able to do that without blushing and shaking.

-Changbin comes pick you up just in time.

-You almost climb the counter to kiss him.

-And he's just smiling all the time.

-'I thought she wasn't your type' Felix jokes.

-Changbin laughs. 'Maybe you heard wrong and I said she was totally my type'.

-'Yeah, that must be it'. He laughs too.

-It's time to go home now.

-You'll eat something and kiss till you fall asleep again probably.

-Next day you go to his house.

-You're kissing.

-Your hands on his hair.

-It's been three days where you've been building up some sexual tension.

-You start grinding on him almost unconsciously.

-A sweet bite on his neck.

-He's so hard.

-You can feel it perfectly from there.

-He let's out a little moan and tries to stop you from moving anymore.

-'y/n, wait'.

-'Did I hurt you or something?' you ask.

-'No, it's not that'

-You keep moving your hips, grinding on him.

-'Fuck' he throws back his head as his hands grasp on your thighs.

-A moan scaping his lips once again.

-He's blushing. 'Fuck. y/n I'm sorry'.

-You look at him wondering what he's talking about.

-Then he looks down and you follow him.

-A dark patch on his pants.

-You cup his face and kiss him.

-'Ok, Changbin, tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?' You ask and he laughs.

-'I'm not, I'm sorry. It's just... It's been a long time'.

-You tilt your head like a confused puppy.

-'But you're a fuckboy'.

-What?? No, I'm not?' He laughs again. 'Bangchan and the others are. I'm just there, like Felix. That's why I talk to him the most.

-'But you date a lot of girls'.

-'Well, yeah but I don't fuck them... If they're not interesting to me I just end it'.

-'That actually explains a lot' you laugh.

-'I'm glad you got your answers' he smiles and you can't help but kiss him.

-'Anyway' I guess there's no case. We'll have to fuck countless times till you're all trained again.

-He chuckles and kisses you. 'Well, I'm getting hard already just having you here.

-You smile as he moves you around a little.

-He leaves a tiny bite on your lower lip. 'So, where were we?'

-F*ckboy Jisung

-Fuckboy!Hyunjin

-Fuckboy!Bangchan

-Fuckboy!Minho

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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What You Deserve

Ben Hardy x Reader

For @killerqueenunderpressure my beautiful friend. I love you so much and I hope this makes you feel better. I’m mushy and gross but I hope you like it :)

You turned the glass of wine you were nursing back and forth on the bar. The deep red beverage swirled around and you stared at it, hoping it would soon kick in and make you feel even slightly better.

“Y/N?”

Ben’s voice brought you out of your misery and you looked at him.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “You’re like a million miles away.”

“Sorry,” you returned. “It’s been kind of a rough week.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

You turned your eyes back to the glass of wine.

“Eric and I broke up,” you said flatly.

It was still raw, but you didn’t mind telling Ben. In fact, it felt good to say it out loud. To tell someone made it real at last. Eric, who you thought you would one day marry, was out of your life forever. You took a drink.

“Are you okay?” Ben wondered.

“Not really,” you told him. “I know we weren’t perfect and there was some shit at the end, but...I don’t know, I thought we could make it, I guess.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie. I know you didn’t like him.”

“No, I didn’t,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not sorry for you when you’re hurting.”

Ben’s reasons for disliking Eric weren’t completely unfounded. Eric was initially not understanding of you and Ben’s relationship. The former was jealous frequently, and once tried to force you to choose between them. After some long talks and many reassurances, Eric relented. He understood that Ben was your best friend, and he would never be out of your life. You would never tell Ben this, but when Eric was leaving you he said that “no man could ever compete for a place in your heart while Ben had it.”

The words certainly stung. You’d always felt there was room in your heart for everyone. It wasn’t some rent controlled apartment in Manhattan, where Ben was the landlord and other guys just rented space until he evicted them. That wasn’t how love worked.

In fairness to Ben, he always tried to back off when you were dating someone. It was you who insisted on seeing each other regardless. You always said if the roles were reversed, he would make the same effort. Only, in all the time you’d known him, Ben had never had a serious girlfriend, so you’d never gotten to test this theory. You often wondered about this, since Ben was so attractive and sweet, but seldom brought it up. It was apparently a rather sore subject for him.

“I appreciate the sympathy,” you said. “I just...I don’t even know where to go from here. Eric was everything.”

“Do you want to date someone else?” he wondered. “Maybe getting back out there will help you move on.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. I’m not ready and I’ll just end up comparing everyone to him.”

“Y/N, you’re a sweet, smart, lovely girl with a great personality,” he said. “Plenty of people can see that, and you’ll find someone else. I promise.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Ben.”

The next time you saw Ben, you were getting coffee before you had to head to work. You chatted for a bit and he asked how you were handling the breakup. You told him what you were going through as you stirred sugar into your coffee. You were still crying a lot. You constantly had to resist the urge to text or call Eric and find out what he was doing.

“It’s good that you’ve held back,” he said, taking a sip of his own drink.

“What kinda chaps my ass about it is that he would be calling me nonstop,” you pointed out. “Remember all those times he’d call relentlessly when you and I were hanging out? And that huge fight we got into after I slept over at your house because I’d been drinking and my phone died?”

“How could I forget?” Ben said. “He called me and yelled at me. Using some pretty creative swear words, I must say.”

“You never told me that,” you said, blinking at him surprise.

“I didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama,” he said. “But it did have me a bit concerned. You deserve better than someone who doesn’t trust you.”

“And Eric didn’t really trust me,” you agreed. “He did, to an extent. Like if I was going to the store or something alone. But if I was out with friends, he called or texted like every five minutes. And we’d end up having a huge fight if I didn’t answer.”

Ben just looked patiently at you, waiting for you to say more.

“I don’t know how I put up with it for so long,” you said, looking at your cup. “I know it came from a place of love and a fear of losing me, but it still wasn’t right.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he agreed.

“Thanks for tolerating me while I was with him,” you said with a laugh.

He chuckled. “I’ll always tolerate you, Y/N.”

You smiled at each other. Then he got up to use the restroom, leaving his phone on the table. It dinged softly and you glanced at it. It was an alert from Tinder that he had a match. You couldn’t explain the sinking feeling that came with that notification. You knew Ben must be dating, since he wasn’t tied down and very attractive. But all of a sudden it was in your face. And you didn’t like it. You frowned, inwardly scolding yourself. You had no right to feel jealous over Ben. Besides, you were still mourning your break up.

Ben returned and you smiled at him, shaking off the Tinder thing. Ben was not yours. You decided resolutely to be happy for him if he began a relationship with someone. Just because you were sad didn’t mean everyone else had to be as well.

The next time you and Ben hung out, it was after he had been away for a few months filming a new project. When you got together, the weather was warm enough, so you went hiking together, taking Frankie with you. You adored Ben but Frankie was the one who truly had your heart. Or so you always told him. He always replied that he didn’t blame you in the slightest. Frankie was so easy to love.

As you walked, you told him about how you’d gone to see Aladdin on the West End and how much you enjoyed it. You originally planned to go with Eric, and you had two tickets. When you broke up, you considered giving them away. But you really wanted to see the show, and you didn’t know who else would go with you. So you went alone. Even though the empty seat beside you made you a little sad, it also made you proud of yourself.

“It was liberating,” you explained to Ben, stopping for a moment to allow Frankie to sniff. “Like, I just felt so independent. I was truly doing something just for me. I was glad Eric wasn’t there because he just would have complained the whole time. And he had no appreciation for the fact that Courtney Reed is back as Jasmine! She was the original Jasmine on Broadway!”

Ben smirked at you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, becoming suddenly embarrassed. “I don’t mean to bore you with my absurd amount of musical theater knowledge.”

“I don’t mind,” he assured you. “I like hearing you talk about it.”

“Thanks for listening,” you said. “Eric never...never mind.”

“No, tell me,” he insisted.

“Eric never listened when I talked about my interests,” you said. “He always said he wasn’t interested in that stuff and I shouldn’t force it on him.”

“Well, how many football games did you go to for him?” he asked.

“Ugh, way too many,” you answered. “But that’s different.”

“How?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but no sound came out. You closed it again and sighed.

“I suppose it was a bit one sided when it came to that sort of thing,” you admitted. “I always listened when he talked about sport or his band. And when I tried to tell him about my interests, he put me off or changed the subject.”

“You deserve someone who shares your interests,” he said. “Or at least lets you geek out about them without making you feel bad. You’re allowed to be excited about seeing Courtney Reed as Jasmine. I’m proud of you for going and enjoying it.”

“Thanks, Ben,” you said. “You’re a great listener.”

“I try to be,” he said. “Especially for my friends.”

You continued on the hike, admiring the nature and enjoying being in each other’s company. You weren’t sure when, but at some point, you clasped hands. You couldn’t say if you or Ben initiated. It was like they just fell into each other. You didn’t mind at all. Even though you’d never done it before, it felt quite natural. When he began swinging them with more intensity, you giggled. You couldn’t help but feel happier around him. He listened to you and appreciated you. It was easy. It was home.

You continued to see Ben throughout the coming months. He was your greatest source of comfort when you were missing Eric. When you felt like calling Eric, you called Ben. When you felt like you needed to see Eric, you found a way to see Ben. When you felt like you were falling apart, Ben was there.

Almost a year after your breakup, you felt whole again. Ben was at your place, which was truly feeling like your place now. It looked like a place Eric had never lived. You felt like a woman Eric had never touched. It was all fresh.

You and Ben were having dinner in front of the TV, watching a movie. Feeling lazy, you just left your plate on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch. When Ben was finished, he took his own plate and yours over to the sink. You sat up to protest.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, although you were pleased that he had.

Since Eric was gone, you noticed how much less cleaning you did. When he wasn’t at work, he was drinking beer and smoking, leaving cans and his bong just wherever he felt like it. You woke up every morning and had to clean before you could start your day, only to have to do it all again the next day. Now that you were free of that responsibility, you were a little lazier about your dishes sometimes.

“I don’t mind,” Ben said with a shrug. “You deserve to have someone else clean up every once in a while.”

Of course, Ben knew that Eric was messy and how much you picked up after him. You had complained about it throughout the entire relationship.

“Thank you,” you said. “It is nice to not have to do everything myself sometimes.”

He smiled as he rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher, followed shortly by your silverware. He even started cleaning the skillet you had used to cook. When you started to really argue this, he silenced you with just a look. You put your hands up in surrender and eased back into the couch. When the dishes were done, he joined you again.

“There,” he said. “How good does that feel?”

“Amazing,” you said with a hum. “Really, thank you so much.”

“No problem,” he returned. “I just want you to be happy.”

You rested your head on his shoulder and intertwined your fingers with his. Since the hike, you held hands often, not thinking a thing of it.

“Ben, I feel like we haven’t talked about you in ages,” you said suddenly. “What’s going on in your life? When’s the new movie coming out?”

He chuckled. “Well, not much is going on. The movie is coming out in the spring, and I am really excited about that.”

“That’s great!” you said. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“Speaking of which,” he began. “I’ve got a plus one for the premier, and I was wondering if you would like to go with me?”

Your mouth fell open as you gasped. “What?! Me?!”

He laughed and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Yes, you!” he cried. “Who else?”

“Literally any other woman in the world!” you returned.

Honestly, the idea excited you. Getting dressed up, doing hair and makeup, and being on Ben’s arm when he looked how he looked in a suit...it was like a dream. Eric took you on dates at first, but as the relationship progressed, he became rather complacent. He rarely took you out and when he did it was to Taco Bell. Ben - even as just a friend - created a fun time, whether you went out or stayed in. Staying in felt like a night out because you cooked together and made it exciting. Why were you comparing them so much?

“I don’t want any other woman,” Ben said, bringing you back to him. “I just want you.”

The air thickened between you. There was new meaning behind his words, and you could feel it. The silence was heavy so you focused on your heartbeat. You took a deep breath.

“What are you saying?” you asked slowly.

“Y/N, you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he said. “I understand if you want to carry on just as friends, I’m okay with that. But I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m crazy about you. I want you to come to this premiere as my date...as my girlfriend. If you want to.”

Really, you’d never thought of Ben as more than a friend because you truly didn’t think he felt that way. You were attracted to him for sure, but you’d never allowed yourself to consider any further than that. It just seemed impossible that he would want you, his awkward and dorky best friend, when he could have anyone.

But why shouldn’t that anyone be you? You had a connection with Ben. A deep care for him that sometimes went further than you cared to admit. Over the last year, you’d come to realize that what Eric said to you about Ben was partially true. Only, Ben was not the landlord of your heart, you were. He was always welcome, of course.

“I want to,” you said, so quietly you weren’t sure you actually spoke.

Ben’s face lit up like a firework, so he must have heard you.

“Really?!” he sighed. “That’s great, Y/N!”

“Can I just try something?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed.

His brow furrowed but he obeyed. Slowly, carefully, you leaned across the couch and put your lips on his. He sucked in a breath in surprise, but he didn’t push you away. In fact, he deepened the kiss, moving his soft lips in rhythm with yours. It was everything a kiss should be. Electric, passionate, and most importantly dripping with love.

“Wow,” you said when you broke apart, opening your eyes to meet his beautiful green ones. Between the look he gave you and the kiss, your legs got a little shaky.

“Yeah, wow,” he returned.

You smiled goofily at each other for a moment.

“I can’t wait for this premiere,” he said. “You deserve to feel like a princess.”

“Honestly, Ben, you make me feel like a princess all the time,” you told him.

“Good,” he said, pulling you close. “Then I’m doing my job. Y’know, as your boyfriend.”

You giggled and looked up at him. “As your girlfriend, I’m gonna have to return the favor.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ve already given me everything.”

You settled into his chest and listened to his heart. The sound made you consider your own. Yes, you were the landlord and owner of your heart. Eric was a toxic tenant, leaving it a little worse for wear than we he had arrived. It had taken a year to complete repairs. You were happy to let Ben come, because you deserved someone to take good care of it. He never failed to make you feel that he would. So, he moved in.

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alilpunkrock · 4 years

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AJ’s in love...

AJ Stortz x reader

Requested by: @theoneandonlykymberlee

“Will you write something for AJ, where he maybe falls in love with a mutual best friend of his and Ryan’s but doesn’t realize it until she isn’t around or when she’s just doing something small like making dinner and he tells Ryan about it?? I’m sorry if it’s kinda all over the place. But I just got so excited because I never see people write for AJ and he’s a giant teddy bear. ♥️♥️♥️”

A/n: I love AJ with all my heart and will gladly write anything that has to do with him! I hope you enjoy reading! 🖤

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“AJ!” You yelled running up behind your best friend. With your hands on his shoulders you shot yourself up onto his back. Because of the surprise, AJ wasn’t prepared for the sudden piggy back ride and almost didn’t catch you in time. He quickly grabbed hold of your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely and hugged him.

“I missed you so much! You can’t leave me for tour ever again!” You said jokingly and kissed his cheek.

“Deal.” He said laughing and letting go of you as you slid of his back.

Ryan stood across from you and AJ watching the interaction in front of him. When you finally turned your attention to Ryan, you we’re excited, just not as excited with AJ.

“You either!” You told Ryan hugging him tight around the neck. He laughed as he bent down to reciprocate your hug.

“These two months were terrible! I didn’t have anyone to get drunk with after work when my boss was being a dick!” Ryan laughed.

“I promise we’ll take you with us next time.”

“You better. Okay,” you said to the two men in front of you. “Tell me everything.”

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“And then Rick, with his stupid camera always in my face! I’m not the only one that can do updates!” AJ complained. Ryan and you laughed.

“But you’re the best at them!” You said resting your legs across his lap.

AJ, Ryan, and you were lounging around your living room, each three beers in and you were starting to feel the buzz. AJ rested his hand on your knee and started drawing circles lazily.

“Alrighty well, as much as I love and missed you guys, I’m literally going to pass out. You can stay over if you want, in the living room. Goodnight, and goodnight.” You said kissing each of the guys on the cheek.

The hangover you woke up with was bearable but there was no doubt that the guys kept going last night so you’d be taking care of them today. Walking into the kitchen you were met with Ryan and AJ holding cups of coffee.

“Good morning sunshine!” Ryan said, hugging you once talk got close enough.

“Hi guys.” You mumbled poring yourself a cup and joining them around the counter next to AJ.

“What are you doing today?” AJ asked. You shrugged.

“I dunno, probably just chill here. Why? Do you guys have plans?” You asked.

“I gotta head out soon and meet with some old friends who are in town. So it’ll be just you guys today.” Ryan said, checking his phone and saying goodbye to the two of you.

“Well it’s just you and me, I guess.” AJ said smiling.

“I guess so.. what do you want to do today?”

AJ suggested driving to the next bigger city and walking around the mall. You bought some new shoes, with AJ’s help, and helped picked him out some new outfits.

“How bout dinner? On me.” AJ asked. Just as your stomach started to growl.

“Sounds good to me!”

AJ rested his arm over your shoulder as you two walked down the street to the nearest restaurant. During dinner, AJ sat and listened to what you were saying but his mind started to wonder. You were beautiful, he always thought so, and he’s told you plenty of times. The way you got so into something and talk nonstop about it. Or the way you always seem to know how to make him feel better if he’s having a bad day. You never judge him for anything he chooses to do and you even laugh at his jokes! You’d literally make the girlfriend, hell maybe even wife.

AJ came back to reality when he realized you were calling his name.

“AJ? Hello? Are you home?” You laughed.

“What? Oh, sorry! I didn’t hear what you said.” You smiled at him.

“I noticed. What are you thinking about so hard over there?”

You.

“Nothing important, please continue.” AJ leaned forward resting his chin on his hand. You started your story over again with the proper reactions from AJ.

The drive back to you house took a little longer because of traffic. You ended up falling asleep as AJ drove. He looked over at you resting your head against the mirror. He tried to drive as smooth as possible.

“Do I like Y/n?” AJ thought to himself. You’ve always been very close, even the guys like to point out that you two should date. Never in front of you though. He likes the way you dress. Your style in almost everything matched his to a T. He loved the way you said is name. Don’t even get him started on when you’d laugh and say it at the same time. And whenever you touched him in anyway he got butterflies and- HOLY SHIT HE LIKE LIKES YOU. AJ almost doesn’t know how to act anymore now that he’s aware of this issue.

He woke you when he pulled into your drive way.

“Are you coming in?” You asked grabbing your bags from the floor by your feet. AJ hesitated for a moment and then turned off the car.

“Yeah, of course.” You have him a weird look.

“Is everything okay?” The drive hadn’t been that long. You didn’t think something would’ve happened for AJ to act weird on the half an hour drive home.

“Yeah all good!” He said and grabbed your bags from your hands.

The rest of the night felt off, but you didn’t want to press anything and upset AJ. You’d give him a couple days to cool off.

A week later, Ryan and AJ were hanging out with the rest of the band writing for the new record. AJ was still a bit cross about his feelings for you.

Does he tell you?

Let it go?

Will it ruin you guys if he does tell you?

“Dude, are you good?” Ryan asked. He and AJ were alone in the room at the moment and he took that opportunity to see what was wrong with his friend. AJ sighed.

“No, man. I’m in trouble!” AJ leaned back on the couch and covered his face.

“What’d you do?” Ryan asked concerned.

“I didn’t do anything, man. I was hanging with Y/n the other day and I realized that I have feelings for her, dude.” AJ finally admitted. Ryan’s eyebrows raised.

“Woah.” Was all he said.

“Yeah, man and I don’t know what to do!”

“Well you could tell her.” Ryan offered.

“I’ve thought of that!” AJ groaned. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“You could ask me if I do.” You spoke up. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but when you hear your name from the guy you’ve been in love with for years, you’re going to listen. AJ spun around and his face fell.

“I’m gonna just.. go.” Ryan cleared his throat and walked past you, leaving AJ and you alone.

“Um, I-“ AJ started.

“You like me AJ?” You got straight to the point. He sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, I do. I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable with that. I also didn’t expect you to hear it like this.” He laughed lightly. You smiled and walked to sit next to him on the couch.

“AJ, I like you. I have for years.” You blushed. He eyes widened and a smile spread on his face.

“Seriously?” You nodded at his question. “Holy shit. Um, would you maybe wanna got out like on a real date sometime?”

You smiled and leaned forward kissing his cheek.

“I would love to..” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him tightly. You giggled as he chanted, “yes! Finally!”

#motionless in white #aj stortz #miw imagines #ryan sitkowski imagine #ryan sitkowski

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too-attached-to-fiction · 5 years

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Midnight

GIF IS NOT MY ART THE ARTIST IS @bitterfragile

Masterlist here.

Word count: ~1000

Requested by anon

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request sdv sebastian, 2 for the prompt list! Btw I absolutely ADORE all of your fics, I've been reading them nonstop ever since I found your blog.

#2: It’s nearly midnight, what are you doing?

A/N: new prompts come out tomorrow morning and I’m kinda scared that I won’t clean out my inbox by the time it uploads yikes! But also, to anon, I’m so happy you requested this and have been reading all of my fics! I’m excited for any future requests any of my readers have!

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Time wasn’t necessary tonight.

You sat on the river bank, listening to the cicadas sing as you closed your eyes. It was the end of the week, and the dance of the moonlight jellies was tomorrow. You didn’t want to think about tomorrow, though. Tonight you were here, sitting on an old blanket, enjoying the last true night of summer.

The ground crunched behind you as footsteps grew louder. You ignored them - it was probably only Linus putting out his fire. He kept his distance even though you tried your best to be friendly around him.

The footsteps stopped, and you could hear the click of a lighter. Soon enough, the smell of smoke made its way to your nose.

The footsteps got closer. “(Y/N)? It’s almost midnight, what are you doing out here?” Despite the darkness, your eyes made out the dark figure of Sebastian, a cigarette stuck between his teeth as he approached you.

“Just wanted to enjoy the last nights of summer.” You said, turning your head up to the sky.

The sky in the valley was so much more beautiful than it had ever been in Zuzu. It was so clear and beautiful. You loved looking for constellations when summer was starting to die down. You leaned back, lying with your back on the ground while your knees stayed up.

Sebastian moved to lie down next to you, his cigarette discarded somewhere in the dirt nearby. “I don’t know what you see in this little town.” He said, looking up with you. “I don’t know how you managed to stay here for more than a month.”

“You really want out, don’t you?” You asked, turning your head slightly to look at his face. He didn’t answer, continuing to stare.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again. “What was Zuzu like?” You sighed quietly.

“Lonely.” You said. “Even with my parents, I didn’t think anyone really cared about me. And then when I came here, it seemed like everyone cared. Like we all had a purpose, and my purpose was to be here, to keep my grandfather’s memory alive.”

There was another pause before you spoke again. “You know, the stars we see are the same stars the ancients saw. They found shapes and patterns and told stories of those shapes.” You told him, untucking one of your hands from behind your head. You pointed up. “That’s Orion’s Belt.” His eyes followed your finger as you pointed.

“You like space?”

“Yeah.” You murmured, your eyes lost again.

You’d fallen in love with space as a teenager, opting to look to the sky to forget everything. When you looked up, your problems fell away, and you were reminded of how small you were in the ever-growing universe. When you needed it, the sky was there. It always was.

“When I was little, Demetrius used to take me and Maru outside on nights like this, and we’d look through the telescope. Maru liked the stars. I liked the darkness.” You laughed, imagining little Sebastian and Maru looking through the telescope in their backyard. Maru on her tiptoes to peek through, Sebastian waiting patiently for his turn. Demetrius pointing at things.

“You know, we’re made of the same stuff stars are made of.” You said after the conversation lulled again.

“I call bullshit.” Sebastian said, and you laughed again.

“It’s true.” You said. “Stars are made of iron, iron is in our blood. During the Big Bang, our ancestors were created from nothing into something, and part of what made up that something was stardust. So we are, quite literally, made of stardust.”

He chuckled softly. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Mm, not really. I’m just too in love with this place.” You looked over at him, flashing him a small smile. “There are billions of places in this world, and somehow I ended up here, looking at the stars, rambling about stars to a boy who wishes to escape them.” Your smile turned into a lopsided grin.

“Tell me more.” He said, adjusting his body to face yours, and you mirrored his actions.

“Okay, think about all the colors you’ve ever seen.” You said. “Are you imagining them?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not.” You giggled as he flashed a glare at you. “But anyways. Colors are part of the light spectrum. The light spectrum is huge. All the colors in the world? They’re just one percent of the light spectrum. Isn’t that beautiful? We can only see one percent of the light spectrum. Imagine what the other 99 percent looks like.”

“Demetrius told me that, but I don’t think he could ever say it the way you just did.” You smiled. “More.” You rolled your eyes but kept going. You were too excited now, too eager to explain more.

“When you lock eyes with someone who you’re in love with, your heartbeats synchronize.” You started going faster. “You literally become one. That’s why cartoon hearts look the way they do, because it’s two human heart shapes coming together.”

He watched your face as you spoke, loving the way your eyes had lit up when you were talking. You seemed so passionate about the beauty of the world, so confident you were meant to be here. He could only hope he was as passionate as you when it came to computers.

He hadn’t known that you loved science, but it made sense. You’d known where to start with the farm right off the bat, as if it was second nature.

You didn’t remember staying up late, but you rambled for a long time. You didn’t remember falling asleep, nor did you remember being tucked into bed.

When you blinked your eyes open, you were in Sebastian’s room.

And sure, you’d seen it before, but you were in his bed, and he was on the couch, snoring softly.

You couldn’t help but think that you wanted to do it again.

#stargazing #stardew valley #stardew sebastian #video games #video game imagines #stardew valley imagines #sebastian #sdv sebastian #nox writes #ask nox #sebastian imagines #avengers drabbles

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junghelioseok · 5 years

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Not sure if ur taking req.This came to me as I read catharsis, I loved their friendship.Ur hired as a choreographer for the group, & ur in Korea on a work visa.JK just gets you like no one else does. You are bff, then it turns romantic.U keep ur relationship secret, & when U travel with the group he always sneaks to ur hotel room. He wants to take the relationship public, but u know the company will fire you, & you need your work visa to stay in Korea (to stay with JK). happy ending please. 😊

so i don’t take requests, sorry! however i have also been thinking about this idea nonstop since i got it so! i’m gonna not ignore it for once and lay out exactly what i would do if i did write it (which i refuse to actually do bc more jk ideas is the absolute last thing i need, lolol).

that being said, if any of my writer friends want to take this on, please do so!!! and tag me in the finished fic bc i would read the hell out of this shit. i fucking love this idea and i need it to come to fruition one way or another. (but like, obviously you should take it in whatever direction you see fit. please don’t feel the need to follow my outline, lmao.)

anyway, without further ado, here is my abbreviated version of this, ft. the frankly absurd, stream-of-consciousness way i plan every fic i write, ahaha.

let’s get it!!!

you weren’t ready

you weren’t ready when the email from bighit came, asking for your help choreographing the dances for love yourself: answer

(you thought it was a joke, tbh)

you weren’t ready to get a korean work visa on such short notice

and you definitely weren’t ready to actually live and work in a different country

two years of college-level korean and a month’s worth of nightly cram classes couldn’t have prepared you for life in seoul

and no amount of researching bts - whether that was binging music videos or going over every dance practice vid or repeatedly listening to the albums - could have prepared you for your first meeting with the boys

tbh you kinda thought they’d be jerks, being so wildly popular and whatnot

but you couldn’t have been more wrong

one month into your time at bighit, and you finally understand the undying adoration army has for the boys

they’re just seven big soft nerds in stupidly handsome bodies

you’ve been subjected to hundreds of dad jokes, courtesy of seokjin, and plenty of clingy hugs from jimin

you’ve grown to love hobi’s screaming laughter and yoongi’s quiet grumpiness

but no matter how well you get along with all of the boys, nothing compares to your budding friendship with jeon jungkook

admittedly it’d taken a while for him to get comfortable enough to speak to you directly, especially when namjoon isn’t around to act as a translator

and likewise, it took a while for you to become accustomed to speaking korean every day

but once you both get past the language barrier, it’s like you’ve known each other your entire lives

you bond over your mutual love of dancing, of music and flow and rhythm

and watching him dance is a dream

every move is the perfect mix of grace and power, and he’s a joy to teach choreo to

hardworking and perseverant and more than a little bit of a perfectionist

but so are you, and that just means that you spend plenty of late nights in the studio together

working through the bits of choreography that just aren’t clicking yet

prepping for the upcoming ly tour

helping him with the choreography for euphoria

you were shocked when he approached you about his solo stage instead of sungdeuk, but you can’t say you weren’t pleased that he trusts you

and the first time you heard him open his mouth and sing euphoria in person, you were blown away

after that, you spend even more time together in the studio, long after the other boys and sungdeuk have left

late night after late night, dancing and laughing and ordering takeout at 1am when you’re both starving and need a break

one night you’re both hanging out in golden closet, snacking on ice cream and fried food you know you’ll regret later, listening to the setlist and talking big picture stuff for the ly tour

and jungkook suddenly pauses the music and pulls up a new, different audio file

“um, i’ve been working on something and i was wondering if you wanted to listen to it?”

surprise, it’s his mixtape

it’s a work in progress - just a short collection of songs and a few random snippets that he admits he’s been working on for almost a year now

but every single one is so heart-wrenchingly lovely and emotional

your eyes may or may not well up a little during the last song - a soft, sentimental ballad that has you longing for something you didn’t know was missing in your life

“jungkook… this is beautiful”

“… i wrote it for you”

“…”

what are you gonna do, not kiss him?

lmao unlikely!

so you kiss him. a lot.

and then you do a lot more than that

you end up straddling him in his chair, your knees on either side of his thighs as his hands curl around your waist and find their way under the hem of your shirt

it’s sweaty and hurried and he tastes like the strawberry ice cream that he was just eating but it’s perfect nonetheless

afterward you are both in a happy haze, your head leaning on his shoulder as he strokes your back fondly

but then reality comes crashing back down

“jungkook, oh my god, we can’t do this!”

“but noona”

“but nothing! i’m only here temporarily, and if word gets out that we’re dating i’ll be fired!”

it’s so hard to tear your gaze from those pretty doe eyes when they’re staring up at you so beseechingly, but somehow you find the strength to wrench away from him and out of golden closet

you can still hear him calling for you as you run away, but you don’t turn back and he doesn’t chase you

needless to say, things are a little awkward from that point forward

you still see him every day at rehearsals

but you stop having one-on-one sessions with him late at night and tell yourself that it’s for the best

the other boys aren’t dumb; they notice that something is amiss straight away

but they don’t press too hard and you’re grateful for that

just days later, the international part of the ly tour starts and you are all jetting off to north america

by that point, it’s been almost a week and a half since you’ve spoken more than two sentences to jungkook

and you have no intention of changing that anytime soon

you can feel his eyes boring into you on the plane and in the car on the way to the hotel

but you escape to your hotel room and don’t see him again until dress rehearsal later that night

they’re running through the setlist, and you can’t help but admire how he looks in casual clothes

no one else could pull off a matching gray puma tracksuit, tbh

but he can, and he’s got the sleeves of his gray sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows to expose the rolex on his wrist

and his sweatpants are juuuust tight enough to show off the definition of his thighs

but! you’re a professional, and you can’t be looking at him with anything more than a critical eye so that’s what you do

even when he keeps glancing your way during euphoria

and stares right into your eyes as he nails the high note

afterward, you go onstage to give the boys your notes

you have a lot to say to hobi about just dance, and you can just feel jungkook’s hot gaze lingering on you the entire time

and then…

(thanks a lot for this shit, @puellaigmotum istg i have fucking nightmares about this bit of dialogue and it’s 10000% your fault)

… he corners you backstage

“noona, why are you paying so much attention to hobi-hyung… when i’m right here and ready to be on my knees for you”

he’s so close you can’t even fucking breathe by this point, his lips right at your ear and ruffling your hair with every word he speaks

when he begins kissing a trail along your jawline you finally regain control of your lungs

and all you can manage is a shaky “jungkook, not here”

and you press the second copy of your hotel key into his hand

he comes over that night, of course

(and just like he promised, he does end up on his knees)

(head nestled between your thighs, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder to keep you spread open for him)

but a n y w a y

when you wake up in the morning, jarred awake by your alarm at far too early an hour, he is curled around you with one arm draped over your waist

he’s bleary and a little dazed and has the cutest bedhead you’ve ever seen

but when he sees you still in bed with him, his entire face splits into the brightest bunny smile

he pulls you in for a kiss and you could happily spend the rest of your life tucked away under the blankets there with him

but he’s got a concert to get ready for and both of you know it

the last rehearsal before the concert goes off without a hitch, and if anyone notices how you and jungkook are on good terms again, no one says anything about it

the concert is incredible. the boys smash it.

you are beaming when jungkook comes off the stage after his solo, ready with a bottle of water and a towel and plenty of congratulatory words

he beams right back, scooping you off your feet and twirling you in a full circle before putting you back down again

(his stylists are a little dismayed by the rumpled state of his clothes, but they can’t say much when namjoon destroys everyone’s outfits daily. they’re used to it.)

besides, all the staff can see just how happy he is around you

afterward, you all go out for a celebratory dinner, toasting to a successful tour kickoff

jungkook sits beside you and cracks inane jokes the entire time, and you spend the entire evening laughing your ass off with him

naturally, he finds his way back to your hotel room that night

and pretty much every night after, from la to hamilton to london

you’re in berlin when he first broaches the topic of taking your relationship public

“jungkook, we can’t! i’ll be fired!”

“no you won’t”

“how can you be so sure?”

“i’m negotiating my contract renewal right now, and i’m making sure that nothing prohibits me from dating. i want to be with you, noona.”

“but jungkook…”

“don’t you want to be with me?”

“yes, of course i do-”

“then that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”

he kisses you before you can speak again, and all your protests and arguments fly out of your head the moment his lips meet yours

the very next morning you agree to gradually make your relationship public, first to the other boys and then bang pd and the rest of the bighit staff

(most of them already knew though)

everyone’s happy for you, even the company higher-ups, because it’s so easy to see how happy jungkook is these days

(and like, lowkey, sungdeuk has already decided to spoil rotten any kids you may have in the future)

but no one is happier than you and jungkook

as soon as the tour ends, you extend your visa so that you can stay in korea longer with him

jungkook is yours and you are his, and life is good ♡

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #anonymous #ask lia #answered

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vibefrost · 6 years

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Killervibe Week - Day 3: Time Travel

So this is basically an AU of the last episode in season 4, where instead of Barry and Iris’s daughter coming back from the future, it’s Cisco and Caitlin’s daughter instead, which of course freaks everyone out (especially Caitlin and Cisco) :)

The girl appeared seemingly out of nowhere, yet it was as though she’d been there all along. Cisco tried to keep up with the conversation around him, listening as people pointed out where they’d seen this strange girl before, and speculating on who she really was. Yet Cisco found himself caught off guard by her appearance. She just looked so familiar, with her slender build, bronze skin and chocolate brown hair. Her eyes reminded him of the color of caramel, and the way she smiled, albeit nervously, struck him as oddly recognizable.

“Who are you?” someone, probably Barry, asked, and then the strange girl locked eyes with him.

Have I seen her in a vibe? Cisco asked himself, but this familiarity came from his gut, not his mind. She almost looks like she could be—

“My name is Angelina Ramon,” she announced, her voice steady despite her apprehensive expression. “I’m your guy’s daughter, from the future.”

Cisco realized she had shifted her gaze away from him and onto someone else, and the realization hit Cisco harder than Barry’s super-sonic speed punch.

The smile, the eyes, the behavior. That’s why it all seemed so familiar, because it reminded him of his best friend.

It reminded him of—

“Wait, me?” Caitlin gasped, the glass in her hand falling to the living room rug. “You’re my—our—” she gave Cisco a fleeting glance before turning back to the young woman, “daughter?”

Angelina Ramon nodded, twisting her fingers together nervously. “I came because…I’m in trouble, and I’m afraid I’ve made a really big mistake.”

It had been three days since Angelina Ramon showed up and completely turned Cisco’s world upside down. He had always wanted to have a family with kids, but he never even dreamed he’d be meeting them before they were even conceived.

Or that Caitlin would be the mother of his children.

It’s not necessarily a bad thing though, Cisco reminded himself as he watched Caitlin run a DNA test on Angelina, just to be sure. I mean, Caitlin is beautiful and smart, and a great person overall. She’s probably a terrific mother.

It was just the fact that he had never once found himself having romantic feelings towards Caitlin that made the whole situation seem so much more bizarre. Would there be a sudden change in their relationship coming up soon? Were they married in the future? Did they have other children too? Cisco wanted to know all the facts, but Angelina would hardly reveal anything about their personal lives, except that she was their child.

He watched as Caitlin walked over to him after the test had been conducted, and sat down by his desk, staring at the tablet screen in her hands.

“Well?” he asked. “What’s the consensus?” He already knew she was without a doubt their daughter, but wanted to hear Caitlin acknowledge it for herself.

“She is extremely healthy, has perfectly working organs and strong bones, plus…a perfect mix of both of our DNA.” Caitlin finally looked up at him, her expression unreadable.

“So…” Cisco started, watching as Angelina enthusiastically interacted with Barry and Iris. “We have a daughter.”

“I suppose we do,” Caitlin replied.

Their eyes met, and despite the strangeness of the situation, Cisco couldn’t help but smile.

It was soon discovered that some twenty odd years in the future, metas were being hunted. Angelina explained to them all that there was a man, simply called “The Hunter,” that had the ability to drain metas of their power, and that Team Flash was in a desperate need of help.

“The majority of our team had lost their powers, leaving only me and Nora,” Angelina told everyone, as they all gathered in Star Labs to hear her story.

“Wait, who’s Nora?” Barry immediately interrupted, his expression inquisitive.

“Oh, um, your daughter. She’s a speedster too,” Angelina revealed, and then quickly resumed her story. “Anyway, I was supposed to go back in time to get you, but I kept stalling because I was sure there was another way around the problem without messing up the timeline.” She grimaced before continuing. “But because I delayed so long, The Hunter found us and ended up breaking into our facility and took my powers right after I opened a time-breach, but Nora didn’t know he took my powers so she pushed me through, and now I’m stuck here with no way to get back and she has no idea.”

Everyone was silent as they took in what she said.

“So what are your powers again?” Caitlin eventually asked.

Angelina smiled at her and Cisco before responding. “I can vibe. And I also can freeze things. Back home I’m called Crystal Vibe.”

“You inherited both of their meta powers?” Iris asked incredulously. “I didn’t know that was even possible.”

“Wait, you said you opened a time-breach,” Cisco pointed out. “And…what is that?”

Angelina blinked in surprise, and then softy laughed. “Right, sorry, you haven’t invented them yet. It’s a breach that lets you travel through different timelines, including the one you’re in.”

Cisco held up his hands. “Hold up—I invent time travel?”

Angelina laughed again, a sound that Cisco was coming accustomed to. “Uncle Barry kinda did it first, but you invented a version of it.”

When everyone had finished their questioning, Angelina left to catch up on some sleep, and Cisco found himself drawn to wherever Caitlin was.

“She is pretty cool, you have to admit,” Cisco said as he watched Caitlin clean her instruments in the med lab.

“Of course she is—she has us as parents,” Caitlin replied with a smile.

Cisco found himself wanting to make her smile more and more. He never noticed how happy it made him until now.

“Y’know,” Caitlin continued as she rinsed off her scalpel. “I never mentioned it earlier, but out of everyone I could’ve had a daughter with, I’m…I’m glad it was you. I know I can trust you with anything.”

Cisco wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or if she was actually blushing, but his heart leapt at her words.

Maybe the notion of him and Caitlin eventually hooking up wasn’t so absurd after all.

The real trouble started when The Hunter found a way to come to present-time Central City.

It was a complete surprise to all of them, and unfortunately caught them off guard. The Hunter burst into Star Labs, ominously moving through the corridors as he sought out more meta power to consume. Immediately, Iris ordered Cisco, Ralph, and Barry to flee the premises.

“You’re our three metas with powers, and we’ve got to keep you safe,” she commanded, disregarding all of their protests. “At least just hide until the Hunter has left, and then we’ll come up with a plan.”

Cisco hated it, but knew she was right. He breached Barry and Ralph out of Star Labs to the other side of the city, where they brainstormed ways to defeat The Hunter while awaiting Iris’s “all-clear” signal. Yet when they got the message and returned to Star Labs, they were met with an unpleasant sight.

Almost half of Star Labs had been demolished, or at least severely damaged. Apparently when The Hunter realized there were no metas there, he went into a rage and started destroying everything in his wake.

Cisco was annoyed, of course, but then he felt his heart stop in fear when Iris told them Caitlin had been injured in the attack, and wasn’t waking up. He rushed as quickly as he could to the Med Lab (or what was left of it) and saw Caitlin lying eerily still on the white bed, her face scratched and bruised. For two whole days he stayed by her side, trying everything her could to help her heal faster and wake her up, but as the hours stretched on so did his anxious thoughts.

He had known Caitlin for so long, and for so long they had been best friends, always laughing with each other and spending time together, whether it be at work or at their apartments, watching cheesy Netflix shows and giving a running commentary while gorging themselves on snacks. He didn’t think he could picture his life without her. He didn’t want to picture his life without her. He wanted to always have her by his side, to see her smile at his jokes and help comfort him when times grew tough. He wanted to be there and support her through all of her troubles and be there to celebrate her triumphs. He just wanted to be around her, whether they were saving the city or just going to the grocery store, he just wanted her, and that was when he realized that maybe, just maybe, he was in love.

It took another few days before Caitlin awoke form her coma, and Cisco had never felt more relieved when she did. He hadn’t been able to function properly without knowing if she was going to be okay, and he shared his worries with her once she was fully awake and oriented.

“Don’t be silly,” Caitlin chided fondly. “I couldn’t die. We have to have our daughter first, remember?”

All Cisco could do in response was grip her hand tightly and try not to cry.

Throughout the next few weeks the Star Labs team worked nonstop, trying to come up with a solution. They knew that The Hunter was somehow harboring all of the meta powers he’d stolen inside him, so they couldn’t just kill him or else all the powers would be lost. They needed to find a way to siphon the powers away from him so they could return them to their respective owners in the future, plus also find a way to get to the future.

“The speed force only goes to the past, so Barry can’t do it,” Angelina told them. “It has to be you, dad.” She had looked at Cisco with so much confidence, as though she knew he could find a way to time-breach, but Cisco was completely clueless. He had listened to his daughter try and coach him through how to do it, but no matter how hard he tried his efforts were useless.

“It’s impossible,” he groaned to Caitlin after Angelina suggested they take a break. “A time-breach is beyond anything I’ve ever tried before. It’s literally vibing apart the time continuum and jumping into the future!”

“I’m sure it just takes time,” Caitlin reassured him, squeezing his hand comfortingly. “But if anyone can do it, I know you can.”

Caitlin’s encouragement meant more to him than she probably knew. The following days he trained harder than ever before, willing himself to go beyond his limits to try and save the future. And every day, after his long training sessions were finally over, Caitlin was always there to give his shoulder a comforting squeeze, hold his weary hands, or even gently kiss his throbbing forehead. Their physical contact was becoming more and more common now than ever before, yet neither of them really noticed. It just seemed so natural to the both of them, as though it was always meant to be this way.

Eventually all of Cisco’s hard work paid off, and he finally discovered how to open a time-breach. Everyone congratulated him and was encouraged by his positive success, but the proud smile Caitlin gave him and the way she gently kissed his cheek was all the reward Cisco needed.

They team now had a way to get to the future, and soon they discovered a way to reverse the powers of The Hunter and take the meta powers back. All they needed was to lure The Hunter into walking through a time-breach to take him back to the future.

Together they all devised a plan where Barry would lure The Hunter to Star Labs again, only this time Cisco would be ready with a time-breach that Iris, Caitlin, and Angelina would knock him through. Then Barry, Cisco, and Angelina would follow The Hunter through the portal and use their siphoning ray to take his powers, and then distribute them to all the powerless metas. Then The Hunter would be locked up in Iron Heights, and Barry and Cisco would go home.

The plan seemed fairly stable, but Cisco was slightly apprehensive about all the unknown variables they didn’t account for. What happened if The Hunter didn’t take Barry as bait? What if The Hunter somehow stole Cisco’s powers before he could open the breach? Questions raced through his head, but he shook them off for the time being, focusing on the plan and what they did know instead.

“I guess this means I have to say goodbye to Angelina,” Caitlin said to him softly, after Iris told everyone to get into their places.

Cisco squeezed her hand. “We’ll see her again someday.” Caitlin nodded at his words.

Both of them had completely accepted the fact that they were going to have a child at some point in the future by now, and Cisco found himself looking forward to the time when they would actually start a family.

“Just be careful, all right?” Caitlin told him, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. “The future can be a scary place.” She smirked as he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” he promised, and then drew her into a hug. He was about to pull away when Caitlin caught him by the arm, her deep brown eyes boring into his. Then without any sort of warning or preamble, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his own.

It was a short and sweet kiss, but it left Cisco breathless all the same. When she drew back she gave him a shy smile. “For luck,” she clarified, and then turned to go and bid goodbye to their future daughter.

Barry walked over a few minutes later, checking to make sure he was ready when he frowned, giving Cisco a wary look. “You looked dazed. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m feeling great,” Cisco assured, thinking about how that kiss was just the beginning of several more to come.

The plan went off without a hitch. The Hunter took the bait as planned, and Cisco was successfully able to transport everyone to the future. There Angelina used the gun on The Hunter and released all the stolen meta power, which was quickly returned to their rightful owners, and everything had been restored.

“Thank you so much,” Angelina told Cisco once everything was over, giving Barry time to talk to his future daughter Nora for a bit. “We never could’ve done this without you.”

“No problem,” Cisco said, and then cleared his throat before continuing. “And, uh, thank you as well. If you hadn’t come, I don’t think you would’ve ever been born.”

To his surprise, she shook her head with a laugh. “I don’t think that’s completely true. You and mom have always shared a special connection, even before I showed up. You would’ve found your way to each other eventually.”

Her words initially shocked him, but after a moment he began to see how she could be right. “You really think so?”

Angelina nodded confidently. “You’ve always been in love with her, I just helped you come to the conclusion a little faster.” She glanced around behind her. “Speaking of parents, I should find them. Well, I mean my current-time parents.” She giggled as her eyes lit up, so similar to Caitlin’s when she got excited. “Your future self is gonna freak when I tell him I met you and mom.”

Cisco smiled. “Freak him out good for me.” He then gave her a quick hug, and she was gone.

Once Barry had finished talking to Nora, he came back to Cisco, smiling widely. “I can’t wait to meet her in our timeline,” he said excitedly, and then the two of them jumped through Cisco’s time-breach back into Star Labs.

“You made it!” Iris exclaimed, racing over to Barry and embracing him. Cisco hardly took notice of them though, for his eyes were focused on Caitlin, and how she gave him a warm smile before coming over to embrace him as well.

Later that night, with their hands intertwined, Cisco and Caitlin sat on the roof of Star Labs, watching as the sun set and painted the sky with pinks and yellows.

“So…” Caitlin began, shooting him a playful smirk.

“So,” Cisco parroted, turning his head to face her.

“You think we should skip all the dating and stuff and just get busy on creating Angelina Ramon?”

Cisco nearly choked on his own breath at her words, but then saw a large grin split her face as she began laughing hard, tears sparkling in her eyes.

“Your face, Cisco, was priceless,” she managed to say while still laughing.

Cisco couldn’t help but laugh along with her, and once they had eventually calmed down he turned to her, his demeanor more serious. “I do want to start a family with you,” he admitted, rubbing his thumb gently across her knuckles. “But I want to start out properly.” He glanced up at Caitlin, noting the affection in her eyes as she stared at him. “So, how does a date sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” Caitlin responded softly, almost glowing due to the sun shining on her hair.

This time Cisco leaned forward and captured her mouth with his own, and enjoyed the feeling of her soft lips and the sweet smell of her caramel hair. He soon became lost in the kiss, thinking of nothing but Caitlin and how he was the luckiest man in the multiverse.

The future looked bright for them, and for the moment, that was all he needed to know.

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