Can’t a man sit in his robe and eat his three burgers in peace?

The Better Man | Best Friend! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Notes: It's been a while since I've actually written something. Been having the biggest brainrot over Leon Kennedy so enjoy. :)

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-> PT.2

WC: 1.2K ik it's short

CW: Cheating (reader gets cheated on, not by Leon), soft dom Leon, porn with barely any plot, little bit of overstimulation, petnames (sweetheart, pretty girl), oral.

Something you didn't expect to see when returning home to your boyfriend was to see another woman beneath him. Was it worth it to toss away a relationship just for some pussy? To your ex, yes. So here you are, outside of Leon's apartment, God knows at what hour. Faint knocking echoed down the hallway as you waited for Leon to open the door, I mean it was nearly 2 am... Would he even be awake to see you tonight? Your thoughts were soon swept aside as you hear keys jingling on the other side of the door. Quickly, you wipe your teary eyes as you see Leon open the door.

"Y/N?" He mumbled with a confused tone as he saw you stood in front of him. Turning his head to check the clock hanging on the wall, the hands of the clock displaying 1:55 am. "What are you doing her-" His words came to a stop as he saw a tear stream down your face. "My boyfriend.. well, not boyfriend anymore I guess" Y/N hushed out before wiping her face, "He cheated on me, and I'm sorry for coming to you at such a late hour but you're the only person who I know that woul-" Leon's fingers made her jump as she felt him tap her shoulder. "Don't be sorry, come here.." He whispered as he embraced her. A newfound warmth spread all over your body as you felt his arms tighten.

Leon slowly lead you to his couch, trying to calm down your sobs into his chest for a few minutes as you spill out what you saw on that same evening. Soon enough, no more tears flooded your face and you could see Leon's expression. Nothing but kind. He got up and after a few minutes he came back with a few snacks and drinks. It was his best attempt to cheer you up - it worked.

"I can't believe I even dated him, you even told me how much of an asshole he was." Y/N sighed as she took another sip of her drink. A slight grin spread on Leon's face as she shit-talked about her ex. "He never deserved you y'know, you up him in both looks and personality." He said as he took a pretzel from the bag, snickering at his own comment. The next 30 minutes was just you and Leon bad mouthing your ex and how he acted. Even in bed.

"He couldn't even last like 2 minutes! He sucked at it and didn't even really bother with aftercare. Unless you call a quick kiss on the lips and turning around aftercare." She scoffed, holding onto a bag of chips. "You're serious?" Leon asked looking at her with a teasing expression. "No he was a sex god." She said sarcastically as she placed a chip in her mouth. Leon couldn't help but look at her with doting eyes. A rush of nervousness spread in your system as you caught Leon staring at you like that. "L-leon?" You tried to snap him back but he wouldn't turn away, only giving you a teasing grin as he replayed your conversation in his head. "I'm glad you left him.." He sighed softly before putting his arm on the armrest. "You really deserve someone better who would actually treat you right, I mean who wouldn't want to be their best for you? Especially in bed.." He mumbled the last part.

"Someone like you..?" You hushed out your question but Leon turned his head to your question immediately. "I-I can't do that to you. I mean I don't want to ruin our friendship because of what I wan-" You cut him off after hearing him spew out nonsense. "Leon. I want you too y'know?"

You didn't think this would lead to Leon slowly parting your legs after gently taking off your panties to see your soaked cunt. "God.. You're so pretty for me sweetheart.." His fingers slowly rubbing up and down your folds, eliciting pornographic moans from your throat. Who knew your best friend would be the better man in bed than your ex? The thoughts of your ex slowly dissipated as you felt a warm sensation cover over your pussy. Leon's mouth. He couldn't help but taste you as a deep groan left his throat, your sweetness making his eyes roll back as he tongued at your folds. His eyelids slightly opened as he looked at you as he swirled his tongue. You were beautiful as he ate you out, in fact you were like a goddess. Moans and groans clashed against each other as the room was filled with wet sounds from Leon slowly fingering your pussy and licking your clit. Your fingers waving through his locks - slightly tugging at his hair as he drowned himself in your juices. "L-leon! 'm close oh f-fuck.." Her voice trembled as Leon continued to his hearts content, groaning out a few praises as he felt you tighten around his fingers. "You're taking it so well baby. So proud of you.." "Can't wait to see you do this on my cock.. you're so fuck.. gorgeous."

A coil slowly started to tighten in your stomach as you felt the stimulation of Leon's fingers curling into that sweet spot along with the quick sucks and swipes on your clit. "C'mon baby.. give it to me." He groaned as he rutted himself into the couch, his sweatpants feeling tight as he felt himself throb whilst devouring your sweet little cunt. "'m cumming! Leon!" Was all you could blabber out as the coil snapped and you felt yourself shake in Leon's grasp. His tongue still lapping at your clit, slightly overstimulating you as you felt your thighs tremble. Leon's fingers still continuing to curl inside of you as he licked up your cum, slowly putting his fingers in his mouth after cleaning the mess. "So fucking sweet for me." He kissed your inner thighs as he pulled himself up from between your legs.

Panting and sweating, you wearily lift up your head that was previously buried into the pillow, looking at him as you saw your slick on his chin. A slight smile appearing on your face. "What's so funny?" He looked at you confused with a grin on his face. "Nothing.." You snickered out as you saw his disheveled hair. Laughter slowly died down and you tugged on his sweatpants, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Tonight's about you" He said as he kissed your neck, a slight whimper coming out of your mouth as you felt him bite down on you. "I wanna make you feel good too..." You murmured as you tugged on his shirt. Leon couldn't help but laugh slightly as he lifted himself up from your neck and looked into your eyes. "Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?" He teased as his hands slowly rode up your shirt, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. The pads of his fingers teasing your buds whilst his lips connected onto yours. A passionate kiss coming from both of you. You slowly break away, still determined to make him feel good - he can't help but accept the offer. He picks you up, a small yelp erupting from your throat as he takes you to his room.

"Can't say no to you, pretty girl.."

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pls don't steal my work :p

HEYY!! This is my first request so I just came across your page and let me tell you this: I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT💗 do you mind doing a part 2 for “what breaks him”? Maybe with Oikawa, Bokuto, Hinata and Kageyama? It’s completely optional and take your time :)) don’t forget to drink water and stay healthy. Luv ya

PFFFFT. I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SOOOOO LONG.

Also, I'm sorry i can't write for Hinata or Kageyama. My brain isn't braining. 💀

What breaks him (makes him cry)-Haikyuu Reactions

Characters: Oikawa, Bokuto

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: Tears.

MASTERLIST

Requests? Send ‘em here!

Part 1

Oikawa

Oikawa has always wanted to be the best at what he does. Deep down he's always had that fire burning within him. But he soon came to realise that hardwork can't beat talent.

He had won a match in which he thought he wasn't playing at his best. You saw the gloom on his face when he came home. He never burdens you with his troubles but that doesn't mean he's good at hiding his distress.

So imagine the surprise when he comes home the next day to see a pillow fort in your bedroom with the tv set up. And you in his jersey.

You'd sit him down and replay his match. Complimenting him for every little thing he did.

"perfect side-step!", "That serve was so good!", "Look at them! They look so scared of you, Tooru."

Kisses and hugs all around.

Man's overwhelmed.

He's always been given gifts. Petty materialistic items to grasp his attention. But this. This is what he needed.

By the end of it, he'd have tears streaming down his face. He'd stop being cocky for the rest of the day, needing to bask in your attention. bearhugs! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

Your love overwhelms him.

Bokuto

Words sting.

He overheard a few people address his mood swings when he plays volleyball. Calling him insufferable and what not. This causes him to fall into a mild depressive phase.

After a while he's been at home, you start to notice how he's not being himself.

"are you okay, Kou?" you ask, sitting beside him, taking his hand in yours.

"I'm fine, babe." His eyes were sad.

He was distressed.

You started tracing the lines of his hand gently. "You know you can always talk to me about anything."

He'd tell you everything after a little coaxing.

You sighed and laid back on the couch, pulling him along with you so that you could cradle his head on your chest. "They don't matter, baby. If they think that it's alright to belittle someone just because they don't feel good, they're the ones that need to leave. Your feelings are perfectly valid. You're allowed to get upset. You're allowed to feel whatever you want to because that's what makes you, you. And I love you, Kou. No matter what anyone else has to say. Fuck them. They don't know anything about you. You're so so special, baby." You'd kiss him on the forehead. "Your mood swings are a part of why i like you. You're so cute all the time, honestly." You giggle.

But all that stops when you feel your shirt getting wet.

"Kou? Babe?" He had his face hidden in your chest. But you could see he was trembling. "Wh-what happened?" You were confused.

He felt so loved. So...understood. So overwhelmed that he couldn't help the first few years that escaped his eyes. Those few years turned into streams.

"i-i love you." He sobbed into your chest, fisting your shirt. "pl-please don't ever leave me. I need you in my life." He really couldn't imagine his life without you. "Without you, I'm lost."

You stroke his hair. "I'm not going anywhere baby."

I feel like their insecurities aren't talked about much so that's why i highlighted them here.

Thanks for reading! :)

3) "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you still love me." With Billy Gunn please?

I am so sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS but here it is darling, have some tissues near🖤

Reblog and like if you enjoyed!

Third Person POV

The air hung heavy with tension as Y/N and Billy stood face to face in the dimly lit locker room. Their eyes met, a silent exchange of emotions that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Billy's heart ached at the sight of Y/N, her gaze filled with a mixture of longing and pain.

"Don't look at me like that," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Like what?" Billy asked, his voice tinged with sadness.

"Like you still love me," Y/N replied, her words hanging in the air like a weight too heavy to bear.

Billy swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from Y/N's hauntingly beautiful face. He had spent countless nights agonizing over their failed relationship, replaying their final moments together in his mind over and over again.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were meant to be together, that their love was worth fighting for.

It had been six months since Y/N walked out of Billy's life, leaving behind a trail of broken promises and shattered dreams. Billy had tried to move on, to bury his feelings for Y/N beneath a facade of indifference and apathy.

But no matter how many distractions he threw himself into, he couldn't escape the memories of their time together, the echoes of their love reverberating through his soul like a haunting melody.

As he looked into Y/N's eyes now, he saw the pain reflected in her gaze, a mirror image of his own heartache. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, to hold her in his arms and tell her that everything would be alright.

But he knew that it was too late, that their love had been lost to the passage of time and the weight of their mistakes.

As Y/N turned away from Billy, her heart heavy with regret, she felt the weight of their shared history pressing down on her like a burden too heavy to bear. She had spent countless nights replaying their final moments together in her mind, wondering if she had made the right choice in walking away.

But no matter how many times she tried to convince herself that it was for the best, she couldn't shake the feeling that a part of her would always belong to Billy, that their love was worth fighting for.

"Don't go," Billy pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, just give me another chance."

But Y/N shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's too late, Billy. We can't go back to the way things were. We've hurt each other too much."

As she walked away from him, the echoes of their love lost followed her, a painful reminder of what could have been. But deep down, Y/N knew that she had to let go of the past and find the strength to move on, to start anew in a world where love was not tainted by pain and regret.

Weeks turned into months, and Billy found himself haunted by memories of Y/N at every turn. He couldn't escape the feeling that they were meant to be together, that their love was worth fighting for.

So when he ran into Y/N by chance one rainy afternoon, his heart leaped in his chest with hope. He could see the pain etched in her features, the scars of their shared history still raw and fresh.

"Don't look at me like that," Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Like what?" Billy asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Like you still love me," Y/N replied, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Billy reached out to touch her, his fingers trembling with emotion. "Because I do, Y/N. I've never stopped loving you."

As they stood there in the rain, their hearts laid bare for all the world to see, Billy knew that this was their second chance, their opportunity to rewrite the ending to their love story.

As Billy and Y/N embarked on the journey to rebuild their relationship, they knew that it wouldn't be easy. They had hurt each other deeply in the past, and the wounds they carried ran deep.

But they were determined to make it work, to learn from their mistakes, and grow stronger together. They spent countless hours talking, opening up to each other in ways they never had before.

Slowly but surely, they began to rebuild the trust that had been shattered by their past actions, laying a foundation for a love that was stronger and more resilient than ever before.

As the days turned into weeks, Billy and Y/N found themselves falling deeper and deeper in love. They laughed together, cried together, and shared their hopes and dreams for the future.

And as they stood together on the precipice of a new beginning, they knew that their love was worth fighting for, that they were stronger together than they ever could be apart.

"Don't ever leave me again," Billy whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I won't," Y/N vowed, her heart overflowing with love. "I promise."

And as they embraced, the echoes of their love lost faded into the background, replaced by the sweet melody of a love rekindled, a love that would stand the test of time.

Sunwoo 35 and 34 (but reversed if that makes sense? As in "Just please, be my best friend right now, not the girl I just confessed my love to."

Sunwoo + Fluff

(I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me. + Just please, be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.)

Sunwoo and you are sitting at a picnic table in the university quad, enjoying the warmth of the sun and working on assignments when the unthinkable happens. A man, who was off to the side throwing a ball around with his friends, runs into your table at full speed. His arms go flying as he tries to stop himself from slamming into Sunwoo, and in the process, he spills your drink all over your laptop and paperwork.

At first, you stare blankly at the mess in front of you. The man immediately throws apology after apology at you, but it's like you're in a frozen state of disbelief. This can't be happening right now.

Distantly, you hear Sunwoo accepting the man's apology and telling him to go away as politely as he can, but the words barely penetrate your brain. All of your hard work is ruined, and your laptop may never work properly again. Your entire life is on this computer, and now liquid is sinking into every crevice and cranny.

Sunwoo gets up, swipes some napkins from the table, and immediately begins dabbing at the liquid that's all over… everything. Your eyes absent-mindedly follow his hands as he tries to save your belongings, but all you can do is sit there.

Sunwoo's voice eventually pierces your ears. "Hey. Everything's going to be okay. We'll fix it, alright?"

His face enters your field of vision and your eyes finally meet his. His brows are furrowed with worry while his eyes sweep over your face. Your nose starts to burn, quickly followed by gathering wetness in your eyes. Sunwoo tries to remain calm at the sight, but you can tell that the sudden tears alarm him.

He drops down onto the bench next to you and pulls you to him. You sink into his embrace and then a quiet sob comes out of you. Tears stream down your cheeks and it feels good to finally let them out. Sunwoo rocks you a little, soothing down your hair and telling you everything will be okay.

This is just the cherry on top of the cake. It seems like everything that could go wrong this week has, and you've finally reached your limit. You've had enough.

"It's not just the assignments and my now ruined laptop that I'll have to replace," you tell him when he tries to comfort you. "It's my car that's falling apart being another expense that I can't afford. It's the fight that I had with my roommate yesterday that's replaying in my head. It's the fact that I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me."

You didn't mean to blurt out the last part, but there's no taking it back now. All you can do is let it sit there, permeating the air and hoping Sunwoo lets it go for now. However, the rigidity of his body tells you that he heard every word loud and clear.

"You're-"

"Please," you interrupt him before he can comment on it. "Just please, be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to."

You can tell Sunwoo wants to fight against your words, but he lets them go for now, and you couldn't be more grateful.

"Okay, let's just take a moment to breathe... You have all of your work backed up onto your flash drive?" You nod and Sunwoo pulls away from you, grabbing the flash drive out of your laptop and wiping it dry.

"Good, so now we know your work is saved… Also, you can use my laptop for now while you wait for that guy to replace yours." You look sharply at him and he smiles. "Yes, he offered to replace it during his many apologies. Second, when you go home, you can talk to your roommate and work things out. I'll even come with you if that'll help."

You almost weep with relief at the problem-solving boy in front of you. You had no idea how badly you needed someone to take control for a moment, and Sunwoo was just the person to do it.

"Lastly, and this is the most important one," he says, leaning forward to make sure he has your full attention. "When you're ready for me to acknowledge that last part, just say the word. I'll be waiting."

I would love to see the nerd essay on why you hate Nuzlockes :)

well, if it's requested...

this is ABSOLUTELY a "just me" thing but like. if there's something I don't particularly care for but am mostly ambivalent about, and that thing becomes unavoidably popular, I'm going to fucking loathe it. this is unfortunately my nature and it's the reason behind why I hate many of the things I do. (well, not exclusively for this reason. but still.)

and that's where nuzlockes come in. while there's absolutely nothing inherently wrong with em, they've been an absolute plague of the pkmn fandom for over a decade. since they hit the scene, they've been unavoidable.

at first it started with a comic. and people wanted to do it too, and make their own comic. which was fine. but soon, doing just a normal comic wasn't enough, because there were so many people doing comics that comics had to start being ~unique~ (this usually ended up being grimdark without any irony). I even vividly remember one that, for whatever reason, had a fucking sex scene. off-screen. played off as half-humorous. while the pokemon watched. now i do think sex scenes can be good, but it's a comic about playing pokemon.

on the record, i never ever looked anything up about nuzlockes. this shit was just endemic to the places i hung out, as it is was to the fandom in general. apparently part of being into nuzlockes is having to talk about nuzlockes. which is how liking stuff usually works, but it's inconveniencing ME, so I don't like it.

in the places I hung out at the time, there was this whole "pokebro" culture on nuzlockes too. a good chunk of people played nuzlockes cuz it made you "bond" with your pokemon more. they added a rule, that you had to nickname your nuzlocke mons, y'know, to make their possible death "more impactful" or something. now I'm all for personifying bits of data. so fucking guilty here too. but c'mon. it didn't help that these people dialed the drama about it up to ten, too, holding memorials for their fallen mons and such.

i actually tried a nuzlocke at this time, cuz "maybe I'm just being a hater" and it was very much not fun for me. first of all, in contrast to the "pokebro" people above, knowing that these mons could be only temporary, i "bonded" with them less. Also, even with the best strategy and well balanced team, RNG could at any time randomly punish me, and the only way to avoid that is grind n overlevel til everything is a curbstomp. Neither of those sound like good times!

at this point, there was a vibe around the entire fandom that, well, if you're replaying a pokemon game and you're not doing a nuzlocke, well it just wasn't as Good as a nuzlocke. even if you were doing something different like a mystery egg run, or a solo run, or whatever, it was inferior. god forbid you play normally, what are you, some sort of coward?

now all of this was like late 4th gen / early 5th gen. so streaming was a niche hobby at the time. but then Twitch came to town and streaming became an actual thing. and for the people who were just playing the game (instead of shiny hunting or wifi battles or whatever), they were literally all doing nuzlockes. I've basically stopped going on twitch but up until the day I did, that was always a problem. you literally could not find someone playing the game normally. and god forbid, other types of playthroughs? unthinkable.

remember before how i mentioned when everyone was doing a comic, people tried to get unique about it? happened here too. well EVERYONE'S watched a nuzlocke, so how about a ~randomizer nuzlocke~? or, now with 6th gen here, they absolutely lost their shit. not even nuzlockes anymore, they were wonderlockes! oh that's not creative enough anymore, so now we're doing wedlockes! because what nuzlockes need is forced heterosexuality. fuck it let's throw them together we're doing wonder wedlockes! we can't just have a few arbitrary rules, we need a whole book of them.

again, there's nothing inherently wrong with any ot this. but i think it's incredibly dumb. y'all's can make up rules about how you need randomly obtained wondertrade zigzagoons and ralts from fans of known pedophile thekingnappy, and how they have to be heterosexually paired off, and how if one dies the other does too for some reason, but you can't use any of that brain power to think of literally any other way to play?

and this is about when I dropped out from the Pokemon fandom to my own little corner of shiny giveaway blogs before my computer died and i had to stop doing that as well. and i absolutely refuse to interact with the general pokemon fandom these days because it is just absolutely insufferable. and I'm happier as such.

but I know Nuzlockes are still unbearably prevalent. there are people out there who have huge fanbases and make profits off of doing nuzlocke videos. and because it's by far the most popular way to play Pokemon beyond just playing it normally, there are many people who don't even know that there are sooo many other ways to possibly play! and the cycle remains unbroken and the loop will continue

i am a spiteful little beast tho. a while back (8-10 yrs ago) i was working on a custom Emerald romhack and I put a few notably difficult battles early on to literally prevent the romhack from being nuzlocked. never finished it, unfortunately, but que sera sera! wish I had. that'd have been amazing. I'd even put up a sign saying fuck nuzlockes if I were to finish it. LOL

ghrrrrhhhhghhhhh I've had that brewing for such a long time it was good to get out

(yes, I know it's Not That Deep, but don't pretend like accidentally stepping into a murky puddle in your favorite shoes wouldn't put a damper on your day.)

Hey BPP,

Just a quick ask/comment on our rapline! How do you choose? I’m being a good little soldier and streaming everything even if it’s not my taste by mixing the songs I absolutely love ❤️ n between the ones I’m not so fond of. I have to say the more I listen the more I struggle with whose rap style I love the best, RM with his smooth delivery and mastery at wordplay (I actually like the beat of Sexy Nukim until the second guy opens his mouth, the song is good again the minute RM shows up and delivers) Hobi with his own unique style that gets me every time he parts his lips. His rapping, his singing, his delivery is everything, ugh and then Yoongi, my third bias, he’s savage and rough when he raps, that little holler and squeal in almost every song. That That is a bop on its own but Yoongi’s verse is just IT. When I say I replay that part over and over, send help because I can’t stop. These three are so talented and when I tell you I can’t choose depending on the song that’s playing…this is a serious dilemma. What do you like most about each of their rap styles which I can’t even begin to describe? I’m leaning towards loving Hobi’s style and then Suga pops up and reminds me why he’s my bias. How do you cope? 🙈

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Hello @ejassy!

The short answer is that I don't choose. Being triple-biased isn't easy, but I have no choice when Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Jung Hoseok exist. The real question is why isn't everyone alive stanning them?

I've written before about what I think of their rap styles here.

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But listen, I hear you on all those points you raised above.

This is why I chuckle sometimes when people say I'm Jimin biased cause y'all have no idea. Maybe one day he'll be (my friends think PJM1 is what does it), but right now, nothing in BTS drives me loony like Joon, Hobi and Yoongi and in Chapter 2 it's been non-stop attacks. Like my stomach contracted when I saw Yoongi post this today:

(I'm going through it)

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I need all three of them. If you're asking me to rank them or to list my preference for their rap styles, I honestly can't. I even listen to their solos together or followed up with work from the others. It's all three or bust.

I have been expecting it. Heck I have told myself before that their "break" will eventually lead to the military service announcement. Like.. the time probably fits, right? They need new inspiration/ideas for their music, might as well enlist as well. But gosh it's still a hard pill to swallow even if you've prepared yourself. On top of that, I don't have anyone to talk to about BTS. I haven't even watched the concert because the app crashed. And the unfair part of it is that I watched the video from the start when the views were just a few hundreds before jumping to millions (in a few seconds) and then the video buffers after a minute or two. And then I can't watch the concert even though I waited from the start, watching all of their mvs and ads. Been expecting for Run BTS as well, but so far only special episodes and then they're going for militaey service. I'll still wish them all the best though. Thank you for listening reading my rants

Shy baby bean anon

ahh babes it’s good to hear from you again!! if you ever need anyone to talk to about bts then i’m always here!! and i don’t plan to go anywhere for a while :D unless my blog spontaneously combusts or i forget the password…

from the moment i started stanning bts there’s always been talks of them enlisting so it was always been somewhat expected, me and one of my irl friends were saying that we expected it to happen a couple of years ago, she thought after the LY/ SY tour. but i think with all the “trust us” in the endments the other day at the concert it was pointing towards a big announcement. and after the event at festa it was clearly something that was going to be met with a lot of people in the media talking/ criticising them about their decision + the whole “what does this mean for bts” agenda where people are convinced they’re either disbanding or “falling off their pedestal” or whatever bullshit people have talked about in the past.

i’m sorry you couldn’t watch the concert :( i found a good jtbc live stream but i missed 45 minutes of it trying to sort naver out. it’s because people are stupid and comment on the streams when they literally will never read what you’re writing, then there’s the people that comment “stop commenting” like you’re also part of the problem that’s so counterproductive 😭

but if you ever wanna watch a concert, even if we aren’t getting another one for a while just tell me because i always somehow manage to find a link 🥲 i think people have started uploading replays as well on twitter so if i find any links then i’ll let you know!! i don’t know if you can upload like 2 hour videos on here, if you can then i’ll download it for us 🥲

i think that with them enlisting it’ll give them a little more freedom when they do come back, no lingering shadow of having to serve creeping up on them and then they can focus on what they love again! and through their new experiences in the next 2-ish years i’m sure namjoon will be itching to write about everything!

it’s sad, and to think they won’t be together for their 10 year debut anniversary is kinda sad but i have a feeling bighit have pre-recorded a lot of content for us to keep us busy. and i don’t think they’ll just be silent for the next 2 years either, if you think about their “break”, we’ve been busy since then with all these projects.

and it’ll always be army and bangtan forever so until they come back i’ll keep writing my stories and save up for a tour because i’m determined to see them at least once before i die.

Break Me (Part 2): Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you know the answer to your question. Will you take it and deal with it the best way you know how? Or will Keizo's words rope you into something you're unsure of?

wc: 1.2k

tw: fluff, mentions of abortion

masterlist

Part 1

Tap, tap, tap.

Your foot pats the carpet rapidly as you look at the clipboard in front of you. Words blend in with checkboxes and blur as you stare at the paper, the blue and white spaces making no sense.

"I'm going to the doctor's," you told Keizo that morning, your appointment scheduled and paid for. "I need to find out what's wrong."

But you already knew what was wrong.

You'd replayed the voicemail over and over and over again to make sure you weren't dreaming or making things up. Keizo already knew about your fatigue, your sore chest, nausea, the moments of sheer joy followed up by intense panic. You passed it off as your period, but even so, you're sure the lie will hold up for only so long.

"Y/n?"

You take the unfinished paperwork in your hand, deposit the clipboard onto the front desk, and follow the woman in purple scrubs to an exam room.

"How are you doing today?"

Your fingers tremble around the paper, crinkling the edges as you walk further and further into the facility.

"Fine," you lie, a pang of fear shooting through your chest.

"Good." When the door opens to the room, it's much less intimidating than you thought it would be. "You can have a seat and the doctor will be right in to see you."

I'm doing this for us, you tell yourself, eyes glazing over as the door shuts behind you. But when you see your reflection, your eyes zero in on the haggard look on your face, the glassy eyes, the way you look absolutely downtrodden at the set of circumstances that lead you to this clinic where you could get this 'issue' taken care of.

This isn't where you want to be.

This is where you have to be.

Your hips meet with the crunchy paper on the exam chair, and you imagine that Keizo is here with you, just waiting outside for things to be over and done with.

Just waiting for...

You sit up abruptly.

"I can't do this."

You'd called a ride to the clinic so you could get a ride back home without having to drive - something that you wouldn't be able to do once the meds kicked in and you were groggy post-procedure. You'd even have to get home before Keizo, and with his schedule at the automotive factory, you'd be taking a big risk of being late if you stayed in the recovery room on-site.

"I can't do this."

Your feet land on the grey tile and carry you out of the room, past the hallway, and back into the lobby. No one runs after you, no one calls your name, no one says anything as you break into a dead sprint, leaving the papers and the abortion behind.

Tears stream down your face as you run down the sidewalk until you can't breathe, stopping when you reach a playground. And you sink to the ground by the swings, heaving, crying, and sniffing as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"Hey, babe," the reassuring voice on the phone murmurs. "Everything okay?"

"Can you come pick me up?" you choke out, wiping your face. There's a pause, but you hear a chair in the background screech as it's pushed across the floor.

"I'm on my way."

When the silver car pulls up, you're up at the top of the wooden fort tower, looking at your tennis shoes and sniffing in the warm air. You hear the car door slam shut and look up to see your fiance walking towards you, hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes look up at your forlorn figure in the tower and he smiles a little.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your weave!" he teases, and you huff a laugh, scooting back against the wall. "Coming up." The fort creaks with the added weight of a bulkier man, and you wonder if the weight limit will encompass the two of you. "There we go," Keizo sighs, wrapping an arm around you. You both let the silence envelop you for a moment before you inhale deeply.

"I have to tell you something."

"Okay," Keizo whispers, leaning his chin on your head and pulling you close. "It must be bad if you're in a kid's fort all by yourself."

"Not funny," you murmur.

"Sorry," Keizo replies, rubbing a hand over your upper arm. "Bad joke."

"Kei... I think-- no, I know..."

"What do you know?"

"I..." You stop yourself. Should you say anything? Or should you just say you had a bad day and keep it at that?

"Don't be afraid," Keizo tells you, tucking his legs in and crossing them. "You can tell me anything. That you want to take a break, that you want to move, that you want to have--"

"I'm pregnant." Keizo freezes. It feels like an eternity before he whispers,

"I knew it." You look up at his face and see him staring off into the distance, his eyes empty. "I knew you were, I just couldn't-- I knew it when you called me."

"How?"

"I... I don't know." A frown crosses his features, but then his face relaxes once more. "And you were here... on this side of town."

"I didn't know what to do," you counter, hanging your head in shame.

"Could you not talk to me about it before... this?"

"I should have. But you said that you would worry if we ever had a kid, and things have been so rough lately."

"I said I would worry, not that I would panic."

"Keizo, your worrying has been more apparent than you think. You can't even watch a tv show with violence in it without flinching." Keizo is quiet once more.

"We should get home." He doesn't wait for you to answer, instead, climbing out of the tower and walking toward the car alone.

The ride home is painfully silent, and the arrival back at the house is even more uncomfortable.

"You need anything? Tea, a heating pad...?"

"No," you murmur, taking off your shoes and walking toward the bedroom. "I think I need a nap."

"We need to have a serious talk," Keizo says, stopping you in your tracks. "About the baby. About us." He follows you into the bedroom and sits next to you on the bed. "Does my potential reaction to this kind of news worry you?

"I don't want you to feel anxious," you reply, touching his palm and tracing the lines there slowly. "You've been through so much in the past few months. Adding a baby is a lot of stress."

"Is that why you didn't tell me?"

"Yes," you breathe, and his shoulders slump. A wry laugh wrenches free from his throat.

"I remember a time not too long ago when all I could think about was having babies and being a family with you..." Keizo huffs another breath. "Now look at what I've done." His hand closes around yours tenderly, and you inhale deeply. "Forgive me for my stupidity. Have I ruined it?" he wonders, frowning.

"No," you reply gently, kissing his knuckles. "No."

"Then let me be a father. Let me try."

"I'll let you do your best. Nothing more, nothing less."

I’m sorry

Aomine cheats on y/n and regrets it years later

the race isn’t mentioned but the reader is black

1.1k words/ request from @aylablack15

part 2

Your whole life just crumbled when you walked in on your best friend and boyfriend fucking. Nothing prepared you for the things you saw and heard. The man you loved and the women you called best friend, cheating on you. "wow' is what you managed to get out while holding back tears. You watch them turn back to look at you and scramble to get their shit together but you already seen enough. As you turning to walk out the door you feel Aomine grab your arm. "Baby, don't leave please let me explain." in a low tone he pleaded. "Explained what! I caught you in bed with my best friend. Answer me this, why? Why did you do this us? I loved you, cared for you. WHEN NO ONE BELIEVED IN YOU, I WAS THERE!" at this point you were yelling and screaming your head off. While he sat there not saying a word, wow...you thought he can't explain himself... then he said "We never had time" in that moment you were heated, filled with anger, sadness, betrayal. Suddenly a smacking noise filled the room, "NEVER HAD TIME. Are you serious? Weren't you the one blow off out dates for practices?! Weren't you the one who cancelled at the last minute. Aomine I made time but you just blew me off." hearing you call him by his last name stung just as much as the slap. You were yelling so much that you hadn't realize Momoi was still standing there. A quiet "Im sorry" is all she could get out and you went off. "I'm sorry, really that's all you got to say? huh? why so quiet now, you weren't so when you was fucking my boyfriend! See I would come over there and beat your ass but I just rather leave and NEVER see y'alls faces again." you hissed at them and turned to grab your keys, phone and purse walking out the door.

 You drove yourself to Kuroko's house, knocking on his door praying he was home. Luckily he was, and once he saw the tears streaming down your face he brought you in and sat you down. That night consisted of you crying and venting everything that happened in Kuroko's chest. Kuroko didn't understand how he could do something like that to you. I mean he loved you and everyone knew y'all loved each other. Every game, practice, meet and conference you were there. Back in high school y'all were the star couple. Well, you were the star couple....

That day you left replays everyday in his head and on top of that he got the wrong woman pregnant. You guys were supposed to get married and have kids. Watch them grow up and grow old together but it never happened. And it was all his fault, for years he called himself an idiot after losing you. You were the best thing he had and he lost it. Over weeks and months he tried to contact you and apologize and tell you he missed you. But one text he sent a few months after the break up caught your eye. You had just got over him and he sends his little sorry ass apologizes but something else too. He knew you loved kids and were so good with them, so when he found out he got Momoi knocked up, you were pissed but not enough to go off. His text was asking you to help him stop his daughter screaming and crying and that Momoi left so he doesn't know what to do. You had half a mind to be petty and say figure it out but you decided to help him after only because Kuroko talked you into it. Once you gave him the directions you told him you were gonna block him and not to contact you anymore. And in that moment you felt a weight lifted from your shoulders. You were less pissed and thought it was more karma.

Years went by as the thought of Aomine Daiki has left your mind. But you never left his, he was miserable without you all these years. He wondered what you were doing, who you were with, how you were doing. But you, you were doing great, you have been married to the wonderful man Kagami Taiga and have 1 daughter with a son on the way. You felt love again even though you didn't think you would, especially after Aomine. You were so happy. Kagami treated you like a queen. Always makes you feel confident and reassure you that he is in love with you. You never had to worry about anything with him. He helped you work out all of the trust issues and insecurities. Whenever you hugged, kissed or just sat with him you felt like you were on cloud 9. Everything felt like a dream with him.

One day you ran into your ex on a little ice cream trip. I mean you were 7 months pregnant and in need of something cold and sweet. You were standing there trying to figure out a flavor and then you heard your name. You turn around to see you cheating ex with a surprised look on his face. He was breathless when he saw you pregnant, and he knows it's not his. "wow long time no see, congrats y/n" he stuttered "yeah long time but i hoped to never see you again" you replied. An awkward silence fell between you two for 4 or 5 minutes and then he asked "who's baby is it" "mine" a deep voice behind you said and there was Kagami. "oh hi baby!" you said excitingly and went to kiss you hubby. Aomine was even more shocked to see it was Taiga who had you now...Hit him hard but he was the idiot that cheated and lost you. But all he could think about was how you and Kagami were, should have been you and him but it's too late. He wanted to apologize for the pain he caused, he wanted you to come back but never that would never happen. He is happy to see you happy but its with someone who isn't him but Kagami. He watched as Taiga brought you all your favorite snacks and ice cream, laughing with each other paying no mind to him standing there. The one person who loved him, supported him, cared for him. The person who brought the best of him is with someone else. Lost in his thought he didn't realized tears were streaming down him face. He went to wipe his eyes full of tears and when he looked back up. You were gone....Long gone away with Taiga to live your happily ever after. All he could mutter out was "I'm sorry y/n, I am so so sorry" before falling on his knees crying. 

nightmare surfs || hrj

¤ pairing: huang renjun x reader

¤ genre: angst, slight fluff, idol!renjun

¤ warnings: nightmares lol, the reader has a panic attack, crying, pain, idk mentions of the readers health worsening, soft kisses

¤ summary: you've been suffering from random nightmares as of late. You didn't know how but when they get too far, you're glad you have something (or rather, someone) to seek comfort.

¤ wordcount: 1.3k

¤ song rec: freaks - surf curse

¤ a/n: I cried while writing this lmfao

¤ disclaimer: I am NOT ROMANTICIZING having panic attacks or having mental breakdowns. I just wrote this somewhat based off of my own experience to vent. Look away if these sort of things trigger you

¤ tagging: @neowritingsnet @nct-writers @neoturtles @culture-cafe

Your body flinched as your eyes shot open, blinking as your brain tried to decipher that you were no longer in the hellhole you were previously in merely moments ago. A dark empty feeling sank in your chest, something you've never felt before. It was an ugly feeling, you couldn't get it out. Your senses were heightened as if something was going to hurt you, yet you didn't know what to do. The dark feeling lied deep inside of you and you didn't know how to make it stop or go away.

You couldn't breathe. As if the lump in your chest had spread through your lungs, inevitably enabling them to stop letting air flow through. You sat up against the headboard of your bed, trying to calm yourself down as your mind scattered into a mess right before you. Trying to breathe through your nose, you ran a hand through your hair, gripping it tightly as you closed your eyes as tightly as you could.

I dream

"Hey," a familiar voice called out softly. The sound of sheets rustling beside you grew deaf to your ears as your head began ringing loudly, flashbacks of the nightmare you just had replaying itself over and over again in your head like a broken record player. You then felt finger wrapping themselves around your wrists, gently tugging your hand away from your hair. You slowly opened your eyes at the sudden soft touch, surprised to see Renjun's soft yet concerned gaze on your face.

"Breathe for me," he whispered, his fingers moving to hold your palms in his, massaging your hands soothingly in an attempt to calm you down. "Breathe in," he coaxed gently, his melodious voice reaching your ears as you slowly obeyed his words, trying your best to shoo the thoughts away as you took a deep exhale. The pain in your chest wasn't going away as Renjun continued to help you breathe your thoughts out, it scared you.

Of you

It scared you even more that you wanted to cry, but as if your tears had run out from your previous crying sessions, you couldn't. Your eyes burned with tears but they couldn't stream down your face, they stayed stuck to your waterline. "It's okay, it's going to be okay," Renjun told you as your eyes shot down to your hand being caressed in his, your throat running dry as you were unable to form words. You weren't sure if it was because you were overwhelmed with all the different emotions at once or if it was because you had him right in front of you, comforting you right when you needed him.

You watched as he released one of your hands to cup your cheek, running his thumb soothingly against your skin. "It's okay to cry, don't hold it back. It's not healthy to bottle up your emotions like that, I know you're scared right now. But you're okay, I promise," he reassured, giving you a soft smile.

God, that smile.

It was enough for the tears to finally flow from your eyes, a simple reassurance that you were allowed to cry. You were allowed to feel scared. To feel sad. You were allowed to embrace your emotions and let it all out. You didn't even realize the tears flowing from your eyes like a water tap until you let out a small sob, the memories flooding back into you once again as you gripped Renjun's hand tightly. Your free hand coming up to his wrist, holding it tightly as if you were to let go, he would disappear right in front of you. A part of you knew that he will. He will disappear. He wasn't yours to keep.

Almost every night

"That's it, let it all out," he pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you to give the biggest and tightest hug he could muster as you broke into a fit of sobs and hiccups. You clung onto him as if he was your only reason to live, as if he was your air, as if you couldn't live without him. At the moment, you truly felt as if he was your reason to live. Your hands clutched onto the fabric of the white shirt he was wearing, burying your head into the crook of his neck as you let out silent sobs. Your tears soaked the fabric of your shirt, but neither of you cared.

"Please don't leave me," you begged, your voice cracking as you spoke, sniffling loudly as you shut your eyes tight. You felt his grip tightening around your body, his arm hugging you closer by the waist as his other hand made its way to run his fingers through your hair in a weak attempt to sooth you. "I'm right here, I'm not leaving," he pressed soft kisses against your temple, his voice growing heavy as a lump started to build itself up in his own throat at the sound of your harsh sobbing.

Hopefully

"Don't leave," you whispered into his skin, sniffling back your tears as you started nuzzling into his warm skin in contrast to your cold one. He rocked your body back and forth as if you were a small child, shushing your cries softly as he pressed a longing kiss to your hair, playing with it in between his fingers as tears began to leak from his own eyes at the sight of you in great pain. "I'm sorry I can't take the pain away," he mumbled into your hair, pressing another soft kiss as your heart swelled for him. You shook your head at his words, mumbling how it wasn't his fault.

Your chest never stopped hurting as the nightmares kept replaying in your head. You didn't want to go back to sleep, you wanted to bask in Renjun's warm embrace as long as you could. You wanted to bask in the feeling of having someone to comfort you when you needed it the most. It felt like heaven. To be in the arms of your loved one. To be able to cry your emotions and stress out. You refused to let go of his embrace, you didn't want him to let you go.

"God, you're getting worse. Your nightmares are getting way worse," he hissed at your ear, causing you to shut your eyes tight. You tightened your grip on his shirt, nuzzling into his shoulder, inhaling his sweet scent as you chose to ignore his words. "Are you listening to me? You're getting worse," he repeated once again.

I won't wake up this time

Your eyes shot open, your body was covered in a cold sweat. Your head was on the pillow, tears staining your pillow and cheeks, your blanket was messy. It was barely covering quarter of your body in the cold air conditioned room, as if you were thrashing wildly in your sleep. There was a dull ache panging inside of your chest as you slowly sat up, choosing to ignore it as you reached over your nightstand for your phone to check the time.

3:28 AM.

You saw a few texts from your friends who were staying up late gaming. You felt numb as you opened the groupchat, seeing the messages your friends sent before placing your phone back on the mattress. Placing your palms against your forehead, you groaned internally as your phone screen illuminated the dimly lit room. A picture of Huang Renjun, your favorite idol, on your lockscreen as you began to shed tears.

Your mind liked to play mean tricks on you. You didn't mind them anymore, you were used to it. But you couldn't help but admit that this dream was the worst one yet in comparison to the other nightmares you've had the past few months. It left your heart stinging and aching, it left you crying and sobbing through the night. It leaves you in the reality that you had no one to comfort you when you needed it the most. It was a sign that you truly are getting worse

@RADIORENJUN 2021. All Rights Reserved

draco malfoy x fem!reader

part one: Broken

Warning: Angst, swearing, spelling and grammar mistakes

Summary: You finally decide to confront Draco his absence and find out his secret. fluff at the end.

A/N: Sorry if it’s a bit slow at the beginning, but I really like how this one ended up.

enjoy <3

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You sigh as you continue to flip through your charms textbook, you had a big test coming up and you wanted to make sure you did well. Taking a look out your room’s window you break into a grin watching the snowflakes fall from the sky, you try your best to resist the urge to run into the snow, turning back to the textbook in front of you as a distraction, but when you kept reading the same line over, and over again, you give in and start to pull on your winter jacket, boots and a warm hat. Smiling to yourself, you hurried out of your common room door and ran through the halls until you finally felt the cool wind on your face.

Walking towards your favourite spot by black lake, you take in the gorgeous scenery. The trees in the forests were all ridden with bits of snow and icicles hanging down the branches, the lake had not yet frozen over but the snow and greenery around it made it seem like a muggle Christmas card, there were also little first years running around having a snowball fight, laughing happily. Flopping down on your back into the fluffy snow once reaching your destination, you enjoy the feeling of the cool snowflakes falling onto your warm cheeks. As you continue to lay in the winter wonderland your mind thinks back to the winters you and your family would stay at your cabin up north, your mother would always build large snow figures with magic, as you and your father always stared in awe at them. Since your father was a muggle, you also picked up on their traditions too, baking little cookies being your favourite. As your mind seems to perk up at all the happy memories, you replay a certain one in your head, the day Draco confessed his feelings for you in your fourth year.

“C’mon Dray, it’s just a little snow please.” you practically begged, giving your best puppy eyes to the grey eyed slytherin in front of you. “y/n you know I can't say no when you give me those eyes.” Draco sighs exasperated. “ so it’s a yes then?” you raise your eyebrow hopefully, Draco seems to debate this in his head before silently agreeing. You squeal with excitement telling him to get dressed in something warm before meeting by Black lake, before kissing his cheek and running off. Draco has to splash cold water onto his face to get rid of the blush. When you arrive outside you see the handsome blonde leaning against a tree, smiling as you got closer to him. “So, what did you have planned?” Draco asks, wrapping one arm around your shoulder. For the rest of that day you spent your time showing Draco all the different ways to enjoy the snow. You made snow angels with him, showed him how to build a snowman, (which he found rather ridiculous, but didn’t complain when he saw the look of pure joy in your face) had a snowball fight with him, and just sat in each other's embrace watching the snow fall. It had become slightly dark by then and you were still wrapped in Draco’s arms, he looked away for a second from the falling snow and his eyes fell to you, and you took his breath away. Your h/c was a little messy, but still framed your face perfectly, you had a faint pink blush on your skin and your nose was bright pink. You looked so perfect there in his arms and he knew he was a goner. “H-hey, y/n?” He started, trying to build up his courage. “What’s up Dray?” you ask cluelessly. He looked deep into your eyes and got lost in your e/c orbs, his confidence dwindling, he decided to just get it out. “I...I fancy you y/n. I have for a while, you’re so beautiful, kind and so smart. I just wanted to let you know.” He confessed, turning away bashfully. When you didn't respond he grew scared, did you not feel the same? He was about to apologize when he felt you lean towards him and close the small gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a short chasté kiss, “I fancy you too Draco, have since our first potions class together when you asked for my help on the essay.” you say truthfully. Draco’s mouth drops open, but it is soon replaced by a huge grin as he leans forwards and captures your lips in a kiss again, filled with snow, lipgloss and feelings coming out. You spent the rest of the night in the slytherin common room with hot chocolate, blankets and cuddles by the fire.

You bring your hands to your face and rub the tiredness out of your eyes, slowly drifting from the memory and back into reality.

Another month had passed since Draco broke up with you, you’d gone two and a half months without speaking or seeing the man you love. It hurt really bad that Draco didn’t even look at you anymore, and it confused you to no end.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a loud voice. “ I’m telling you two! Draco’s working for Voldemort!” You stiffen at these words, what the hell were they talking about? “Oh shut your trap Harry! You’ve been going on about this for days! I get you don’t like Malfoy, but this is getting out of hand!” That was Hermione’s voice, why did Harry think Draco would be working with Voldemort, that’s impossible… You keep still and continue to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Don’t you find it suspicious how much Malfoy has been avoiding us? What if he’s planning something?” Harry explains. “Forget it Harry, you know that prat’s been ignoring us because we’re friends with y/n” you could almost feel Hermione’s eye roll from here. “She’s got a point Harry…” Ron agrees. Harry seems at a slight loss of words and you choose then to take your leave, pulling your hood over your head to avoid being noticed and shaking your head at the golden trio’s antics.

Heading back to your common room you suddenly feel a slight shiver running down your spine, finally taking notice that the coat you were wearing was now very wet. Sighing, you shrug it off and quickly rush to the y/h common room to drop off your coat and change out of the cold clothing, swapping out your soaked outfit for warm sweatpants and casual shirt, running a brush through your hair before heading back to the great hall for something warm to eat. Taking your usual spot at the y/h table you start to sip on a mug of warm tea, letting the warm creamy taste of the milk and the sugary sweetness consume your body. You take a couple bites of shepard’s pie, you weren’t hungry, but you knew Hermione would be fretting over you if you dared to skip one meal, sometimes you wondered if Mrs. Weasley was rubbing off on her. Poking at your unfinished pie, you take a glance up to see if any of your friends are around, scanning the long tables around you, hoping to find a familiar face among the sea of people. While your eyes scan down the slytherin table, your eyes stop wandering and you’re met with those piercing orbs you missed so much. You felt your heart skip a beat and you tried to manage a small smile at him, but as your lips tug up Draco abruptly stands up and quickly exits the hall. You felt your heart drop, so many thoughts consumed your head, so many questions, insecurities and doubts, but you snap back to your senses and immediately storm out after him.

You had had enough, you could understand if he didn’t want to speak with you, but this was getting infuriating! What had you done so wrong that made Draco dash out of the hall after just making eye contact with you! You tail him from a distance, walking down several hallways and corridors, pushing past people until there weren’t any students around at all anymore. To stay hidden you’d hide in an alcove for a bit until you were sure Draco hadn’t sensed he was being followed. You continue down the last hall seeing a distinct flash of white enter a deserted boys washroom, storming in a minute later, you were about to raise your voice, but what you saw broke your heart all over again.

Draco was hunched over a sink his head drooped between his shoulders, his eyes were red and glassy, his hair was a mess and from up close you could see his sick face and very prominent bags under his eyes. You hid behind a pillar in the large room, unable to find your voice looking at Draco’s vulnerable form. As Draco straightened up a bit you could understand why he chose to come to such a deserted area, you heard him mutter muffliato in a small voice and a second later he began to cry. Tears filled with sadness and agony flowed free down his face, and strangled cries came from his mouth. He started hitting the edge of the sink with his fists, but Draco seemed numb to the pain, you could swear you heard a crack, but you were unsure if it was Draco’s hand or the sink he was beating. His sobs turned to screams with one word coming out like a mantra. “Why?” You began to walk slowly towards him, but the screams didn’t stop, he had still failed to notice your entry. “Why did this have to happen to me?! I don’t want this! I can’t be without her!” he screamed before you heard him whimper into his sleeve, tears began to form in your own eyes and you pushed back your nervousness, rushing towards him. “Draco!” you finally call to him and pull him towards you, hoping to hold him in your embrace. He stiffens and flinches away from you, a look of terror on his face. Brushing off the feeling of hurt as you step closer to him, you begin to speak, “Draco you don’t have to avoid me, please, tell me what’s going on! I’m sure I can help you.” you try to reason with him. “ y/n. You need to leave. Get out of my sight. Now!” You could tell he was trying to be cruel, but the breaks in his voice gave him away, you began to feel your own tears stream down your face. “No Draco, please don’t push me away, I’m here for you no matter what, you know I care about you.” You take another step closer to him as he takes a step back. Tears reemerge from his eyes and you reach out and wipe them away with your thumb, ignoring his tense features. “Please leave y/n, leave me, I don't want you to get hurt.” he whispers, removing his left arm from behind his back. “Dray, what on Earth are talking abou-” your words catch in your throat as you look down at Draco’s left arm, in dark ink that seemed to stare into the pits of your soul was a skull and snake tattoo. The Dark Mark. “Oh Draco…” you say taking his forearm into your hands. He lets you. “Go on y/n, run away, scream, tell everyone!” Draco’s soft voice raises into a yell, and as you look into the eyes you fell in love with, you can see the broken man inside him. “Draco-” he cuts you off. “What don't you understand y/n, I have the fucking dark mark on my arm! I’m helping a madman kill innocent people, I’m a bloody monster!” He’s sobbing now, and has fallen to his knees. You fall down with him and search his face. You search for any sign of dishonesty, any sign of hate, rage or evil, you’re unsuccessful. There is no sign of a monster. You only see a boy, a scared and innocent boy who doesn’t want or deserve the pain he is going through. You see Draco, the man you fell in love with and will love forever. You bring his wrist to your lips and kiss the ink on his arm. This shocks him and his mouth falls open, just like when you told him you also fancied him that winter 2 years ago, you smile at him. “Draco, this mark doesn’t define you, from what I’m hearing, you don’t want to hurt anyone or stand with Voldemort, you said it yourself you don’t want this, and if you were forced into this, I don’t care, Draco I love you, you, a tattoo doesn't change that if you don’t agree with the beliefs that come with it. It doesn’t have to change who you are.” you spill out truthfully. You reach out and hold his face in your palms and staring into his beautiful eyes, this time he doesn’t pull back.

“Y/n-” he stutters out. “Yes, my love?” you respond. He pulls you into him, wrapping you in a tight embrace and burying his face into your neck. “Thank you, thank you so much.” He murmurs against you neck. You start to feel tears running down his cheeks again, this time it’s not sad or angry tears, but happy and grateful ones. You return his embrace, rubbing his back soothingly and drawing patterns in his shirt. This beautiful boy has cried too many tears in his life and didn’t deserve an ounce of the pain and sadness he’s had to go through, you know he needs to get it out though, so you sit there in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ears and reassuring him you were never going to leave his side, he began to let apologies fall from his lips. whispering that it was all his fault and he was being stupid. You shut him up with a long passionate kiss, hoping your point was getting across. “Draco, you weren’t being stupid, you were trying to protect me, and I’m so grateful for that, I just wish you’d know you didn’t have to break up with me to protect me, we can work together.” you murmur against his lips with a smile. You feel him nod before he presses his lips to yours again and seals a wordless promise. A promise to stay, to fight, and to protect you from your side until his dying breath. You were his reason to stay strong and push through hard times, you were his hope that everything would turn up alright, you were a light in the dead of night guiding him out of dark times. With that kiss he sealed a wordless promise, a wordless promise of love.

@kitty7864 @lord-byron

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Series: (✎) On going

Genre: ♔ Smut / ♤Romance / ♘ Angst

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, Jungkook hurting y/n, a lot of hurtful feelings, disappointment, selling??!, Jungkook loves money.

Teaser: "I don't love you. I don't. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that's why I married you. I love money I don't love you"

Word Count: 1095

Parts: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5,.....??

Authors notes: I am pretty sure the majority of will hate and kinda be disgusted of this ff but please believe me that everything is fine you won’t be disappointed.

Sorry about the grammatical mistakes.

Part 1

Title: Sold

Sitting on the couch, his back touching the rare pillow of it. He had a white button up shirt covering his upper body but not completely.

There were still few unbuttoned buttons that showed his body from his neck till his mid chest. His pitch black pants covering his lower body as his belt was peeking from behind the hem of his white shirt.

His dark gaze fixed on the woman in front of him as she moved around the room. His heart beating fast at the sight of her but his cold expressionless face didn't show a glimpse of his feelings.

He still remembers that day....

The day he committed his biggest sin

Letting go of her........

Flash back

Two months ago

"Finally!" Y/n said laying on the bed

"Are you that tired" Jungkook said walking towards her

"Yes, I am sooooo tired" y/n replayed

"Babe we just came from our wedding party don't tell me that you will sleep" Jungkook said caressing her cheek.

"No I won't" Y/n said giggling

"Good" Jungkook said smirking.

"Oh my God! Who brought these flowers." Y/n said quickly, walking towards the bouquet flower that was placed on the chair. She took them between her hands and took a deep sniff of their scent.

Jungkook followed her taking the bouquet from her hands. He quickly grabbed the name tag that was placed between the flowers.

"Congratulations for your wedding. And I really envy you for having a beautiful wife like her. Isn't time to get done with our deal?! Mr. Kim"

Jungkook took a deep breath closing his eyes.

"Who is it?" Y/n asked looking at Jungkook

"Mr. Kim" Jungkook said his gaze still on the piece of paper between his hand.

Y/n moved suddenly feeling uncomfortable of the name she heard.

"He wants you" Jungkook further stated looking at y/n

"W-what do you mean" y/n's eyes widened as she asked.

"Go" Jungkook quickly said dropping the flowers on the bed.

"W-what" y/n's face turned pale as soon as she heard what Jungkook said.

"I said Go to him" Jungkook said finally looking at her in the eyes.

"Jun-Jungkook don't." Y/n said as tears welled in her eyes.

"Look at me" Jungkook said "You can't go back to your mom because her precious husband has his eyes on you. So the best decision is to go with Mr.Kim." Jungkook said gulping as he looked at y/n's teary eyes.

"Why can't I stay here. With you." Y/n spoke, her voice coming weak.

She knows.....

She knows that even if Jungkook didn't let her go that old man called Mr. Kim won't leave her alone.

He will kill him and kill her if they disobey him......

"Y-you can't. Not anymore!" Jungkook said not spearing a glance at her.

The knock on the door made both of them turn towards the door.

Y/n took a deep shaky breath clearly knowing who is behind that door.

Jungkook looked at her, his heart heaving at her sight. He quickly stood up and walked towards the door.

The old man walked in, his gaze moving around the room. As soon as his eyes landed on Y/n a smirk appeared on his face.

Y/n quickly stood up rushing to where Jungkook was standing.

"Isn't she ready?" the old man asked his gaze not moving away from y/n.

Y/n gripped Jungkook's jacket her heart beating fast. Jungkook felt her grip on his jacket. He closed his eyes not allowing his feelings to take over his mind.

"What if I don't want to continue the deal" Jungkook asked tilting his head up in a questioning way.

"Oh come on, You know what will happen." The old man said.

"No I don't" Jungkook replayed looking at him in the eye.

The old man took a deep breath "you will get killed and your wife will be mine. So choose. You die and she will be mine or you stay alive and she will be mine too."

Jungkook: "She won't be yours. She is my wife."

"Fine... she will stay as your wife but she will be mine. I love her slim cute body so I will take her and make her mine if you like it or not." The old man said a smirk placed on his face. He grabbed y/n from her waist pulling her towards him.

Jungkook's hand formed into fists as the urge of killing him kept coming to his mind. But he doesn't no why. He is the one who wanted this. He agreed on it. He thought that the money he will get will make him forget his love for her. He thought that Money was everything he needed.

Jungkook knows he can't do anything. He knows that this old rich bastard is stronger than him. He knows that this old man can wipe them and their family from the face of this planet just by a small sign of him.

Y/n kept struggling between the old man's arm. She pushed him away but his gaze made her freeze in her place. It wasn't a glare or something, it was a look that disgusted her. He looked at her as if she was his world and she absolutely hate it. No one looked at her this way other than Jungkook.

"Can I talk with her before she goes." Jungkook asked

"Yes, I am waiting outside" The old man said winking at y/n before letting go of her and walking out of the room.

"Jungkook please. Please don't. I don't want it. Please" y/n begged grabbing Jungkook's hand.

"Y-you have too" Jungkook said looking away not wanting to look at her.

"Please please Jun-Jungkook" y/n sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I don't love you" Jungkook suddenly yelled

Y/n: "W-what" Y/n asked confused. Tears stopped streaming out of her eyes but her checks were still tainted by them.

"I don't love you. I don't. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that's why I married you. I love money I don't love you" Jungkook further stated as he closed his eyes.

No ones voice came after.

Jungkook opened his eyes as soon as he heard the door slamming harshly. He looked around and there was no sign of y/n.

His heart felt heavy.....

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I love you fics! You don't have to write this prompt but I can't stop THINKING about this. Michael's held captive by Manes and Alex breaks into the facility where he is, using his super smart codebreaker brain. He finds Michael tied to a gurney and hurt, bad. He gets Michael out to where Max and Kyle are waiting. Then every one has a moment of taking care of him as he fights to live through the night and then he wakes to find Alex by his side. I would write it, but I'm rusting! Peace and love

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17:00

“What do you mean ‘you can’t find Michael’?” Alex asks, an edge of panic rising in his voice. “This is Roswell, not New York fucking City.”

Max and Liz are standing on his front porch, and while Max appears to be worried, almost vibrating out of his skin with dark bags under his eyes, Isobel mostly just looks pissed.

“I’m sorry Alex, we’re we supposed to plant a tracking chip in our brother like he’s a wandering dog?” She asks with an unkind smile, and if he didn’t know her better, he’d think she was trying to burn holes in his body.

Alex sighs loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and raking a hand through his hair, trying to come up with something, anything. “You can get in people’s mind,” he says after a moment, turning back to Isobel. “Can’t you just go through his mind, and find out where he is?”

Isobel clicks her tongue and smirks. “Oh, shucks, why didn’t I think of that before? Oh right, because I’m not a GPS tracker.”

“Iz…” Max says, and Alex guesses it’s supposed to be a warning but it only makes Isobel more furious.

“Max! He’s basically blaming us for Michael’s disappearance when he’s most probably the last one to have seen him.”

“Nobody’s blaming anyone,” Max says, trying to defuse the situation. “How long has it been since you last saw Michael?”

Alex doesn’t even have to think. He’s been replaying the last two days on a loop in his mind. Michael, Monday morning, getting out of bed early, way earlier than he usually does. Michael making pancakes in Alex’s tiny rundown kitchen, wearing nothing but his loose gray boxer and one fuzzy purple sock. Michael, kissing Alex goodbye, his mouth tasting of sweet maple syrup. Michael, telling him he’d be working on the ranch all day and running errands later that night. Michael, saying not to wait up for him. Michael, kissing him again, once against his cheek, once more against his lips.

Then radio silence, all through Thursday and now Wednesday.

“Two days,” Alex says. “He left on Monday morning and then nothing.”

“Ok,” Max nods, his voice tight. He turns around, lifts his hat to run a hand through his hair and looks back at Alex. “Ok. Have you tried anything to find him?”

“Other than calling us?” Isobel adds. Max gives her a look, but doesn’t otherwise reprimand her.

Alex swallows and nods. “Yeah,” he opens the door wider and goes into the cabin, to the little nook in his living room he turned into an office and sits down in front of the computer. “I put a tracker in his phone, right? But not just a normal app, something a little more… sophisticated.”

“Yeah, that’s not psycho possessive at all,” Isobel mumbles but Alex decides to ignore her.

Alex had been a little shaken up after discovering that the man he’s been in love with for the past 10 years was secretly an alien living among them. Even now, the thought of it sounds completely surreal but Alex had rolled with it and nodded along to Michael’s story. It didn’t take long for Alex’s instincts to kick in, though, and he came up with multiple worst-case scenarios where Michael was discovered by the authorities, or the military or worse – his dad. Alex had to take precautions but he’d hoped to never have to use them. So much for wishful thinking.

“About 20 years ago, the military purchased a bunch of satellites, mostly used for global positioning, but they only made a couple of them available for the general public, which is what we use for our phones’ GPS for example,” Alex explains, entering his credentials and starting up the program.

“So we’re only getting a certain range depending on the number of satellites available to use,” Max says, making sense of where Alex is going with this.

“Exactly. But with a larger number of satellites, we get a more precise and up-to-date location because there are more satellites to bounce back the information.”

“Ok, so why does it keep saying, ‘signal cannot be detected’?” Isobel asks, referring to the green letters blinking on Alex’s screen.

“My best guess was that Michael was being held in a military base. As far as I know, the only technology that can interfere with a military grade signal is military itself.”

Isobel shrugs. “Alright, so let’s raid a couple military buildings.”

Alex chuckles, entirely unamused. “I’ve got this covered. I called up every base within the perimeter of the signal, asked if we had any prisoner that fits Michael’s description and turned up nothing.”

He doesn’t add the part where most officers were suspicious of Alex’s demand and his motives, and so Alex had to resort to using his dad’s influence to get what he wanted. Alex wasn’t proud of it, but the result was that Alex was actually getting intel that he could trust.

“The only other logical explanation if he were being held in an abandoned, underground facility or if he were in outer space,” Alex swivels around to find Isobel and Max sharing a look, their faces having gone pale. “What? What is it?”

“I think I know where Michael’s been holed up,” Max declares and Alex notices how stiff his movements have become. His face has gone taut, still too pale, but there is a glint in his eyes that Alex wants to interpret as hope and determination.

“Max, we don’t know–”

“It’s the only place,” Max interrupts her. “Come on, let’s go.”

18:00

When they get to the scrapyard, Liz and Kyle are already waiting for them.

“I called reinforcements,” is Max’s only explanation and Alex doesn’t question it. It seems to be an all hands on deck situation and Alex will take any help he can at this point. Still, he smiles back gratefully at Max.

“We moved the trailer like you asked,” Kyle says as a greeting, getting out of the passenger side of the pickup truck.

“No manches,” Liz replies, grinning as she slams the driver’s door. “We moved the trailer? Remind me what you did except doubt me and cry that the chain was gonna break?”

Kyle waves her off. “Semantics,” he says and grins when Liz shoves him aside. “So what’s up with the Scooby Gang?”

Alex could answer, but he’s buzzing with anxious energy, his mind reeling with all the different ways Michael could be in trouble at the moment. Thankfully, Max goes straight to the point: “Michael’s been missing for two days.”

Liz frowns at that. Kyle simply arches an eyebrow. “Yeah, but it’s Michael. Are we sure he’s not just sleeping off a hangover under the bar at the Wild Pony?”

Alex clenches his fist, his anxiety quickly giving way to irritation but Liz is the one who answers Kyle, shaking her head. “No, Maria mentioned that she hadn’t seen Guerin at the Pony in a while. Definitely not in the last two days.”

“We have reasons to think he’s being held in an unused military facility,” Alex explains, once he’s regained some of this composure.

“And we think we know where to find it,” Isobel announces.

Max grabs hold of the manhole cover usually hidden by Michael’s trailer and lifts it, propping it up against the ground. “Ladies first.” Liz climbs down, quickly followed by Isobel, Kyle and then Alex, Max right behind him.

The first thing Alex notices is how dark the room is and dusty. He coughs a few times, suddenly reminded of the sweltering Iraq heat and the sand that would get everywhere, how the taste would stay in his mouth after a few weeks in the desert. His lungs quickly adjust.

“Had I known, I would’ve brought masks,” Kyle says once he’s on solid ground. “There could be mold or mildew in here. Try not to breathe through your mouth as much as possible.”

“You’ll be fine,” Max says when he’s in, and turns on the lights.

Alex realizes that they’re standing in what is probably an old Cold War bunker that Michael turned into a lair filled with alien artifacts. Without thinking, Alex runs a hand over the schematics lying on the table, his eyes roaming over the vials full of unknown liquids and the equations on the wall. At the end of the table, his eye catches the several pieces of what seems to be glass, the colours shifting ethereally in a familiar way. Alex takes a closer step, blinking rapidly as if he expects the image in front of him to disappear. It’s real, though, Alex knows this much. These are the same as the strange object he found in the wall of his cabin. He’s Michael’s missing piece.

“Here,” Max’s voice on the other side of the room cuts through the white noise in Alex’s head, brings him back to the present. Max has pulled down a map that shows all the military bases in Roswell and beyond, around New Mexico. Most of them Alex recognizes but the ones circled with a red X, those Alex has no recollection of their existence.

“Michael has been investigating top secrets and abandoned facilities to get whatever information he could find about our… species,” Max explains, wincing at the wording. “That’s the latest one he found,” Max points to the only circled location not to bear an X. “He refers to it as Trinity. I think this is where we’ll find him.”

Alex nods. “Ok. We need to find him tonight.”

“Alex, it’s almost two hours away, by the time we get there it’ll be dark and we don’t have a precise location,” Kyle points out but Alex shakes his head.

“It’s already been two days,” his voice wavers, almost pleading. He doesn’t say out loud what he’s actually thinking, a constant stream of he could’ve been badly injured or he might already be dead. He tries to push those thoughts to the back of his head but then all he thinks is I should have kissed him one more time and that’s almost worst. “We can’t waste any more time.”

Isobel sighs. “Alex is right. We need to get him out of there.” Liz nods along.

“Ok so what do we need?”

“I’ve got gear back home that should help us locate the base pretty easily,” Alex speaks up and everybody nods sternly, looking expectantly at him. It’s almost like being back in Iraq, Alex thinks. Combat search and rescue, the usual. Except the stakes have never been higher. “And Kyle, you should bring a med kit.”

Alex doesn’t miss the way Isobel slightly flinches. “Just in case,” he adds.

“Copy that.”

Alex nods. “Ok. Let’s all meet at my place at 19:00 sharp.”

Combat search and rescue. It’s been done a thousand times.

“Don’t be late.”

22:00

They’ve been walking through endless hallways for what feels like forever and Alex is growing more and more restless. Max, walking beside him, doesn’t seem to be doing much better. He’s clearly on edge, a little jumpy, but his eyes are focused as if determined that they’ll find Michael and get him out of there. Alex starts to have his doubts.

“What if this isn’t it?” Alex murmurs, letting his unease get the best of time. Max is unshakeable though as he shakes his head.

“No, this has to be it,” he says and Alex has to believe him.

They continue to make their way through the long, empty hallway in silence. Alex is not picking up any other heat signatures than his and Max’s. They go through yet another hallway. They let the silence build. Alex tries to imagine Michael in here, confined by these dark, damp walls and the thought alone is enough to ignite more anger inside of him, pushes him to keep looking.

The walkie-talkie buzzes in Max’s hand, and through the infrared goggles, Alex can see how it made Max jump. He doesn’t comment on it.

“Guys, we’re in Wing G,” Kyle’s voice rises through the static. “Isobel thinks she’s picking up something. Over.”

Alex nods to Max and Max raises the walkie-talkie to his mouth. “We’re on our way. Stay where you are. Over.”

Max and Alex give each other a look but don’t otherwise say anything as they quickly make their way through the maze of hallways to where Kyle, Liz and Isobel are waiting for them. When they get there, Isobel is sitting up against the wall, her eyes screwed shut with Kyle crouched next to her. Immediately, Max joins them on her other side, carefully smoothing the frown lines between Isobel’s eyebrows.

“What is it Iz?” he asks, squeezing her hand.

Isobel shakes her head but doesn’t open her eyes. “He’s here, I can feel it but,” she trails off, as if out of breath.

“Where is he?” Alex asks and he’s surprised at how calm his voice comes out, the complete opposite of what he’s feeling inside.

“He’s here but it’s,” she cuts herself off again, curling on herself as Max softly runs a hand through her hair. “It’s so faint, but it’s here.”

“Faint?” Liz asks but Isobel doesn’t have time to elaborate as Alex’s alarm on his tablet goes off, the piercing sound echoing through the mostly empty room. “Jesus Alex, what is that?”

Alex turns off the alarm but pinpoint the source of the trigger. “Sudden massive power surge,” he explains, still tapping on his tablet. At first glance, it seems like the power surge happened right where they are standing, leaving Alex confused. He looks up, scanning the room until he finds what he’s looking for. A subtle, indistinct line on the ground, disappearing under the dusty carpet pushed against the far wall. “Right beneath us.”

He crosses the room and pulls the carpet, revealing a concealed trap door leading into the basement.

“It’s gotta be there,” Isobel murmurs, still weak from exertion, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

“Kyle, Liz, stay up there and keep an eye on Isobel,” Alex says and Max waits for Liz to take his place next to his sister before standing up and following Alex down the creaky wooden stairs.

There is a constant beeping sound, but not enough lighting to distinguish anything and Alex and Max move quietly around the room. They reach a couple rows of bookshelves when a voice stops them straight in their tracks.

“A disgraced deputy and a crippled walk into a lab… it feels like there’s a joke in there somewhere.”

Alex’s blood runs cold, but still he stands up straight, his jaw clenched painfully, and makes his way to where his father is waiting for them. Sergeant Manes’ face splits into a mean, sharp smile, the way a shark would look at a fish before eating it alive. Alex’s focus isn’t on his father, though; Michael is there, lying on a gurney with a strap across his chest, looking pale but definitely alive.

Alex swallows around the lump in his throat as he tears his eyes away from Michael to look back at his dad. “What is this?”

“Oh, this?” he replies, pointing at an unconscious Michael and raising an eyebrow. “Just a little… experiment.”

Alex can feel Max trembling with rage next to him and he only hopes he doesn’t plan on doing something stupid and impulsive.

“What did you do to him?” Alex asks, his heart pounding in his ears but trying not to let the panic seep in his voice.

Sergeant Manes sighs. “Well, first, I had to calm him down. He’s a feisty one, that’s for sure. He loved to swing those bookshelves around, and while that was entertaining, it became a hazard to my work environment.” He stands up, opens a drawer and pulls out a little vial, drawing a sharp intake of breath out of Max. “Thankfully, your friend came up with this nifty little solution. I’m afraid our friend has become a little unresponsive, though,” he continues, walking over to Michael and cupping his face to move it from one side, then the other. “He’s not as much fun to play with now. But look,” he raises his head to fix his cold eyes on Max. “You brought me another friend. How thoughtful.”

It happens quickly. One second, Sergeant is taking a step towards them, his hand going at his waist to unholster his gun and smash it against Max’s temple. Max stumbles backward and Alex moves to come up between his father and Max. The next second, he’s sprawled out on the floor, Liz panting heavily as he lets a lead pipe fall out of her grip. “Your dad talks a lot,” she says to Alex and then goes straight to Max, falls to her knees next to him. “Are you ok?”

There’s a nasty cut on the side of Max’s head, blood falling down his cheek but he waves them away. “I’m fine,” he says, and then, “Michael?”

“He needs the antidote,” Liz tells Alex, not moving from Max’s side. “We need to get him to my lab.”

“We’re two hours away!” Alex says, his voice shaking, the pit in his stomach quickly bubbling up to the surface.

“Well, drive fast! We’ll put him with Kyle in the backseat so he can check on his vital and keep him alive,” Liz says, dragging Max up and letting him slump against her. “Michael’s gonna be alright Alex. Come on.”

Alex takes a deep breath as he unstraps Michael and takes him in his arms.

They’re gonna be alright. They just need to drive fast.

02:00

It’s the middle of the night when Michael finally wakes up in Roswell Community Medical. Alex is in a chair next to his bed, fully alert. He’s been like this for the past two hours, despite Liz and Kyle’s reassurances that everything was going to be fine.

“He won’t wake up right away because he’s drained of all energy,” Liz had explained when Alex had asked her why Michael was still unconscious after receiving the antidote. “You should rest too.”

Except Alex hadn’t been able to sleep, hadn’t been able to look away from Michael once they got him back and Liz knew this and convinced Kyle to let Alex stay despite visiting hours being over.

And now the sheets are rustling and Michael is slowly opening his eyes and Alex feels as though his heart is about to jump out of his throat.

“Alex?” Michael murmurs, his voice scratchy and Alex grabs the glass of water on Michael’s table.

“Here, drink this,” he says and lifts the plastic cup carefully to Michael’s lips, a wave of relief washing over him as he watches something as mundane as Michael drinking water. Once the cup is empty, Alex set it down back on the bedside table and turns back to Michael, not daring to take his eyes away from him for too long. “You really scared me.”

“I know,” Michael says, and even though he still looks too tired, Alex can also tell how sincere he is. “I’m sorry.”

Alex shakes his head. “Don’t apologize,” he says softly, hand coming up to stroke Michael’s cheek.

“I shouldn’t have kept it from you,” Michael continues and for a moment, Alex is confused until he remembers the bunker and the glowing pieces of glass.

“Everybody has secrets,” Alex says and for a second, an image of his own piece of alien glasses flashes behind his eyes. He should tell him, he’ll know eventually, but for now it can wait. “What I don’t understand is why you still sleep in your piece of junk when you have a beautiful post-war bunker right underneath.”

Michael grins, his eyes lidded and Alex thinks he should really let him go back to sleep. “Because I wouldn’t have a good excuse to shack up with you in your rustic cabin,” Michael says and Alex rolls his eyes, unable to ignore how fond he is of the man in front of him.

“Go back to sleep,” Alex tells him, moving his hand from his face to his curly hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You know, I just don’t sleep as well anymore without you next to me,” Michael says, sheepish and Alex knows that Michael knows exactly what he is doing. It should probably be scary how well someone else knows his weak spots. It makes him vulnerable.

Alex finds that he doesn’t care much.

“Scoot over, you giant baby,” he says and Michael obliges with a low giggle that fills Alex’s chest with warmth. “You’d better not steal the blanket this time.”

Michael sighs as he relaxes against Alex, quickly drifting back to sleep. “Anything for you Alex.”

And Alex closes his eyes, pressed against Michael, letting himself relax for the first time in days. He doesn’t know if he says it out loud or if it’s just in his head, but Alex doesn’t care either way. “Anything for you Michael.”

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scream to early but I think this fish was bit easier than the rest of us is doing all my pocket please like 90 done all know dude no game is getting away made like all my God how my supposed to catch it please it was almost done I’m going to catch you anyways like I’m ready I’m ready I’m focusing here hundred percent like the sun vocal instinct ultra instant you know what I’m talking about right the I’m clicking it as hard as it is almost done I was almost done made like what is going on but fishes that my fishing sharks here lay it’s impossible way it seriously impossible that what is going on dude I’m I give up I give up on the light I came I swear there are easier fishes to catch me this event is the hardest one but is seriously just annoying like this is not easy catching fish like it’s not easy but it’s not easy at all like I would love to see somebody catching it hopefully it will reduce the difficulty because I don’t understand like I’m just going to give up on this fish was just mutually video complaining about how hard it is to fish but I swear there are easier fishes to catch him enough to focus on whatever that officials got away ultra to go to the very very topand I’ll try to fish from over here maybe night looks bad but whatever list of fish from the side but it super but I don’t see anything like this spot but we will see maybe that will help out the case we have here another fish please tell me I will be able to catch it so it’s impossible this one we won’t catch this one as well it most quickly for your bubble I think you I mean I would be fine if we got kind of fish is a once in a while but like getting five fishes like that in a row that it’s like it’s impossible to search escape I did my best all I could in my weapon broke this mistake here another fishing rodand let’s try to fish once againand I think there’s a limit to fishes in the pond left or something so I mean okay Boomer we will see it will save your soul soon soon I’m to pull it once again please let me fish let me get at least one fishing vessel there is a chest right so from that Jesse can get the various items if I would if I will be able to catch that fish I will be able to show for you how to works okay so I don’t have to let the physical otherwise the chess will disappear here as well so I have to be very lucky with catching the fishand catching with that just for the chassis can get like items to the for your whatever it’s called decides on at least guys that this because there is no way I’ll be able to open up that thing you if I don’t catch the fish so I called the fish catfish finally after foreverand a little after four attempts I was able to catch this fishand it’s a decision of soft meet almost with no bones the most important thing when catch a catfish is not let it take you underwater year no way also these fishes are to have different rarities as you can see there’s that starand it looks like Brown or something vendors blue a quality fishand then 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going I know even if you know the pattern it’s physically possible like in the game to move that orange bubble like that while well that’s a great event okay there is another chess of the topand in order to catch it all have to move that yellow bubble to the top to break the chestand get that reward from it but do I have to catch the fish of the sink that we will try to maybe just guys that reward I think this is going to stay well maybe Lisa got the reward know I didn’t even get the reward I think that’s itand it’s all the fishes disappear from the pond so if I was maybe a bit more pro because me that just sucked. 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Can I suggest a scenario for when Titan Sans inevitably realizes Frisk is sapient? Say they're out in the wild and he's made the umpteenth comment about them being no more than a smart bug, humans can't possibly have souls, and Frisk reaches their breaking point and shouts "HOW WOULD /YOU/ KNOW?" and starts ranting at him, sick and tired of being afraid, calls him a hypocrite. Something in this reaction forces him to an "oh shit" moment and he teleport away to get a grip on himself. (1/2)

(2/2) As he teleports he leaves Frisk behind in his panic. Frisk took the shock on his face as anger and assumes he left them on purpose, and now they're out in the open and at risk of being found by other monsters. (that's all I have for now, whether or not the other monsters find Frisk is up to you)

Frisk hated her life.

She had a nice home, plenty of food, clean water, a warm bed. She had people that cared about her. But she was still stressed and terrified every single minute of every day.

Toriel was kind and sweet, she cared for Frisk happily, making sure the girl was clean and fed, doing her best to make the human feel welcome. Papyrus was cheerful and friendly, always willing to talk with her and solve puzzles, or tell stories when she was feeling down. He carried her around on his shoulder, snuggled up in the scarf he always wore, and tried his best to keep his brother from bothering her, even if he wasn’t successful all the time.

The girl shuddered as her thoughts turned to the third monster of the household.

Sans was… difficult. He didn’t seem to care about her aside from keeping her alive, and had all but said that he didn’t give a shit about how she felt. He was cold and uncaring, treated her like nothing more than a toy for his satisfaction. She hated how weak and helpless he made her, unable to do anything to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. He never even called her by name; in fact, she doubted he even knew it.

When Toriel asked if Frisk would be alright going out with Sans - just for a brief outing, the motherly woman assured -, the girl froze. She was trembling, eyes wide and staring blankly upon hearing the words.

“Frisk, if you do not want to I will not make you, of course.” Toriel reassured, cradling the girl in her soft hands. “I will request that he not upset you, and if he does simply tell me, alright? You will not have to do this again if so, I simply… I am hoping he will make an attempt to get to know you.”

“I…” Frisk trailed off, thinking over the option for a few minutes. “If- if it’ll get him to- to stop, I’ll do it.”

Toriel smiled down at her, gently placing the girl on her shoulder.

“That is what I hope for, my child.”

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk clung to Toriel’s ear, trembling in anxious fear as she listened to the conversation. She was trying to hide from the skeleton, shrinking away whenever he glanced towards her.

“Sans, are you listening to what I am saying?”

“yeah, tori. take the squirt an’ go scout around.” He replied nonchalantly, waving a hand lazily in the air. “no prob, i can handle that.”

Toriel stared firmly at him, trapping his gaze with her own.

“If I hear you have done anything to upset Frisk, I will not be pleased.”

Frisk could see how the woman had been a strong queen years ago - that one sentence carried the weight of a royal decree, and even though the girl wasn’t being addressed she still felt compelled to obey.

“alright, alright, fine. no messin’ with th’pipsqueak, got it.” He groaned, dropping his skull back against the arm of the couch. “i ain’t gonna do nothin’, don’t worry.”

“You had better not, Sans. I will be disappointed with you if so.” Toriel said, raising a hand to her shoulder. Frisk hesitated for a moment, cautiously glancing between her open palm and the skeleton staring at her, before stepping down.

She tried to refrain from shuddering as she stepped onto Sans’s hand, the bone cool and smooth beneath her feet. His fingers curled up over her head, like the bars of a ghoulish cage, and then she was stuck with him. He paused for a moment, before lifting her to his shoulder, ignoring the little gasp she made when he moved.

“there, that good? not gonna bother the squirt or anything.” The skeleton grumbled, shoving his hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie. Toriel sighed, once more giving Frisk a gentle smile before he disappeared.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Sans walked in silence for several minutes, grumbling to himself as he ignored the little human perched on his shoulder. She was quiet in return, fidgeting uncomfortably.

“hey tiny. you cold?”

His voice startled Frisk out of her thoughts, getting a wide-eyed stare in response. It took a moment to process what he’d said, confusion clear in her expression.

“i asked if you were cold. s’windy, and yer shakin’ like a whimsun.” He repeated, sounding exasperated with her lack of comprehension.

“Oh, n-no, I’m okay.” She replied, wrapping her arms around herself.

Frisk was rather cold, in fact, but she was unwilling to accept any ‘help’ he might offer - it always came with strings attached. She’d rather tough out the chilly air than deal with whatever he had in store.

“alright, pipsqueak.”

She flinched at the nickname, tears springing unbidden to her eyes.

Why does it bother me so much? It’s just a stupid name, nothing to cry over. The girl scolded herself, drying her eyes roughly with her sleeve.

A flash of color caught her eye, drawing her attention. It looked like an old blanket caught in some bushes - probably from a scouting mission years ago, but it would be nice to have.

“Hey, um. Can you please let me down for a second?” She asked timidly, her hands shaking even when she clasped them together to hide it.

“what for? ya gonna run off like an idiot? won’t get far, there’s tons’a monsters around here, squirt.”

Frisk clenched her jaw for a moment, trying not to lash out at his dismissive comment.

“I asked to be put down, please. I shouldn’t have to explain my reasons for everything, I can make my own decisions you know.” She replied in an even tone.

He looked at her for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

“oh stars, that’s hilarious - ‘i can make my own decisions’, no ya can’t tiny, yer nothing more than a bug.”

She’d been treated like this by him for months, dismissing her opinions and comments with a wave of his hand, ignoring anything she said to make decisions for her. He’d completely refused to listen to her polite requests, but this was the last straw.

Furious tears stung her eyes as she turned, feeling her magic spark in her chest.

“And how would you know?!” She shouted, bristling in anger. “You never bother to actually talk to me, you won’t even use my name - did you even know I had one? Doesn’t seem like it, you always call me those stupid little nicknames and I hate it!”

“hey, settle down-”

“No, don’t tell me to settle down! I am a person just like you, and Papyrus, and Toriel, and I demand to be treated like one!” She was on the ground. Frisk didn’t know when that happened, but she didn’t care. Her fear and anxiety had finally reached a boiling point, and it had boiled over into pure, unfettered rage.

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself, you greedy coward! I am not a toy for you to do whatever you want with, and I’m done being treated like one! If you’re going to bully someone around, then go find someone else, because I’m through!! You’re such a fucking hypocrite, justifying the way you treat me by what humans have done - do you want me to do the same?? I’m a fucking orphan, my parents were killed when the Barrier fell, but you don’t see me walking around blaming you for my own losses - my family, my friends, my brother. How would you feel if you lost everyone who cared about you in one single moment? I’ve been dealing with it for six years!”

She was crying now, vision blurred and distorted by the endless river of tears that streamed down her face.

“I just- I just want to be seen as a person, is that too much for you?” The girl sobbed, her anger dissipating as she abruptly fell to her knees.

Sans was absolutely silent, simply staring down at her. Immediately she regretted saying anything - he’d said flat out that he’d have no problems killing her, and she just screamed at him and insulted him.

“I- I’m sor-rry,” she whispered, shrinking into herself in fear. She heard him move, letting out a sigh, and she closed her eyes tightly, tense and fearful of what he was going to do.

But then he just vanished. She sat on the ground in shock for a few seconds, staring at the empty space where the skeleton had once stood, but she was completely alone.

“No! I’m sorry I didn’t mean it please don’t leave me here, I’m sorry I’ll be good I-I’ll listen and I won’t tell Toriel anything, just please don’t leave me here alone!”

No one was around to hear her pleas.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

He leaned heavily against the wall, running shaking hands over his skull as his mind replayed the words that had been screamed at him.

Hypocrite

Coward

Bully

“oh stars, i didn’t- i didn’t realize, or maybe i didn’t want to- i fucked up, didn’t i.” He whispers to himself, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, resting his elbows on his knees.

You were selfish, and didn’t want to consider anyone else’s problems, you wanted to be able to take your anger out on anyone you wanted. What’s a few tears from a human, they’re just animals. So what if it cries, and begs, mice do the same when the cat comes.

He felt sick as all the guilt he’d managed to avoid came crashing down in an instant.

“No, please, I don’t want to die I’m sorry! I just wanted to help people I never wanted to hurt anyone please I can’t die like this.”

“I won’t let you hurt them - they’re intelligent, they were showing concern for each other. It’s like nothing anyone’s ever heard of, don’t kill them!”

Stars, she’d risked her own life to protect them, and what did he do in return? Laugh at her fear and distress, ignore her pleas for mercy. He really was a hypocritical, cowardly bully.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk managed to free the blanket from the bushes, getting a few scrapes in the process. At least she wouldn’t freeze - but a blanket wouldn’t be much help if a monster found her.

Or a hungry predator.

Goosebumps rose on her neck as she turned, looking between trees into a gathering darkness. If she spent the night out in the open, she doubted she’d survive. Probably what he was hoping for, leaving her out in the wilderness all alone with no way to get back.

“Stupid idiot, why did I do that??” She berated herself, kicking a rock in irritation - shit, that hurt.

The girl started walking, looking for someplace where she could hide away for the night, but wasn’t having much luck. It was getting dark far faster than she’d expected, and as night set on so too did a bone-chilling cold.

The wind whistled eerily through the trees, sending shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with the rapidly dropping temperature. Finally she found somewhere to rest - an ancient tree with a hollow beneath its roots, far from comfortable but it was better than nothing.

The little human curled up in the hole, shivering even as she pulled the blanket tighter around her. Sleep would be difficult to find that night.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Sans sat in the dark of his room for hours, it seemed, before a knock sounded at the door.

“Brother, are you in there? Toriel is wondering where you and the human are, she is getting worried.”

Papyrus.

He couldn’t let Toriel know what he’d done. Leaving the human by herself in the wilderness hadn’t been what he’d wanted, but her explosive outburst overwhelmed and shocked him, and he acted without thinking.

“I just want to be treated like a person, is that too much to ask?” Her face was stained with tears, months of repressed fear and anguish coming to the surface as she sobbed on the ground. He didn’t know what to do, what to say - was there even anything he could say that would make this better?

As he watched, nightmarish beasts crept out of the shadows, drawing nearer and nearer to the girl. He tried to say something, tried to pull her out of danger, but he could do nothing but watch as they pounced, teeth and claws tearing her to shreds while she still pleaded.

“Why? Why? Why would you be so cruel? Why would you hurt me? Why did you leave me out here to die?”

The shadowy creatures began to melt into each other, coalescing into a huge form that slowly stood upright.

He was staring at a horrifying vision of himself, teeth and hands stained red with blood. The nightmarish creature smiled cruelly as him, before lifting a finger to its mouth in a shushing gesture.

He couldn’t look away, staring in horror as it opened one hand, revealing a broken body that shook with silent sobs. He stared transfixed as the nightmarish vision lifted her towards its face, bloody fangs parting to reveal an endless black void.

And then his position switched. He could taste hot metal - it made him sick, he wanted to vomit but he couldn’t. A terrified girl stared back at him, cornered between him and a wall.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did wrong!” She cried, pressing herself back against the wall as if to disappear.

He couldn’t control his own actions, could only watch as he reached out, ignoring her shrill cries, ignoring the sobs of pain as he closed a fist around her and squeezed. She choked, tears dripping from her chin as he felt bones give under pressure. Even then, he couldn’t stop, could only stare in horror as her fragile body was crushed by his hands.

He jerked back with a strangled cry, hands covering his mouth in horror. It took a while to remember where he was, tears muddling his vision as he tried to breathe.

it was just a dream

Relief flooded through him, even as he sat on the floor trembling. It was horrifying, what his mind had conjured up, but he knew that it could have been so much worse - it was, he wasn’t the one trapped and helpless, unable to do anything but beg.

“stars, i never meant to hurt her- but i didn’t care what she said, if i liked it i assumed she must too.”

Then he remembered what had happened before. He’d left her out there, alone, with no way to find her way back. She could be hurt by now, or worse- the thought was cut off abruptly as he shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to go down that road.

Again, he vanished from the room, reappearing where he had been hours before. But there was no sign of the girl.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk awoke in discomfort. Nearly every inch of her ached, sore and strained muscles crying out a chorus of pain whenever she moved. The oppressive darkness had begun to lift - it must be near dawn.

She slowly got to her feet, holding back whimpers of pain as more aches made themselves known. But she didn’t have time to worry about that, she had to figure out how to get back.

The human began a slow, stumbling course into the trees, knowing neither which direction she was headed nor what waited for her there.

It was a panther.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Sans had been searching for over an hour, and still had found no sign of the human. He was getting frantic as the images from his nightmare bubbled up in his mind, sending thoughts of finding a bloody, mangled body to the front of his consciousness.

At one point he thought he’d caught her scent, but it was gone moments later, leaving him unable to track her. It had been so long, he was starting to lose hope that he would find her at all.

“kid! c’mon, where are you? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be such a jerk - and i was, you were right, i’m a jerk and a bully, but i’m sorry. please, come back.”

No response came.

He stopped, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring down at the ground. There was still absolutely no sign of the missing girl, and he didn’t know how long she could even last out here. What if someone else ran across her, and took her back as a pet? Or if a bear or something had decided she would be a good meal.

That morbid line of thinking was interrupted by a shrill, pained scream not far away.

The skeleton knew that voice, and plunged towards the source without hesitation.

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Frisk had managed to lose the panther, or at least she hoped she did. There was no way she would be able to run any longer.

She’d bolted blindly into the trees when she heard it scream, not looking where she was going until she had already plunged over a sharp drop. She hit the ground hard, hearing something snap as unimaginable pain shot through her leg. It was painful to even breathe, any movement at all sending more lances of red through her shin. It was definitely broken, and bleeding badly as well.

Tears streamed unheeded down her cheeks, mixing with blood from various scrapes and scratches she’d gotten during her desperate flight. When sweat dripped into the cuts it stung, but that small pain was a welcome distraction from the agony elsewhere. She’d managed to drag herself up against the rock face, tucked into a little alcove that at least gave her some meager protection, but she wasn’t optimistic about surviving another night. She rested her head against the cliff, allowing her eyes to droop as labored breaths filled her lungs.

Footsteps, but they were so big and loud. The ground shook with them, making her yelp in pain. That wasn’t nice, and she vaguely remembered something else not-nice that came with the footsteps.

“shit! hey, kid, can you hear me? c’mon, say somethin’.”

That voice was not-nice too, and she remembered when she finally managed to open her eyes. The skeleton that had tortured her for months loomed over her, casting a long shadow that blocked out all the light. She made a strangled sound, trying to crawl away despite her broken leg, which only made it worse as the fractured bone split her skin.

“No please don’t hurt me I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you mad I’ll be good I promise just please don’t hurt me anymore.” She sobbed, curled up as far away from him as she could get.

“hey, no no no, don’t cry please, i’m not gonna hurt ya, i’m sorry i was such a jerk but i’m not gonna hurt ya, okay?” He assured her, sitting down so as not to present such an intimidating figure.

Stars, he’d really messed up hadn’t he. She was so scared of him that she’d hurt herself trying to get away even with a broken leg. And she was bleeding so much.

“come here, i won’t hurt you. i’m not upset with you, i just want to help okay? is it okay if i touch you?”

Frisk stared up at him, looking for all the world like a hurt, caged animal. Wide, panicked eyes peered up through her wild hair, sticks and leaves caught in the tangled locks. Her face was smudged with dirt and blood, clothes tattered and stained.

And it was his fault. If he hadn’t been so cruel to her, she wouldn’t have been so afraid, wouldn’t have lashed out and made him panic. She wouldn’t have spent a night alone in the woods, and wouldn’t have been so badly injured if he’d just listened.

He sucked a breath in through his teeth, looking at her silently for a few moments before slowly reaching towards her, keeping his hand loose and trying not to seem threatening. The girl still whined, eyes widening impossibly as her gaze fixed on the approaching hand. She cowered back against the rock, trembling in terror but helpless to escape.

“hey, shhh,  i’m not going to hurt you, really. i just want to take a look at your leg, is that alright? i can help, really.” He murmured gently, stopping when she let out a frightened cry. It would take a lot of work, but he wanted to try and fix things between them.

Ever so slowly, he managed to slide his hand under her, doing his best not to disturb her broken leg as he did so, but she still made pained noises whenever he moved her. Once she was off the ground, he lifted her up, fingers curled protectively around her tiny form.

“stars, that looks bad… i dunno if i can fix it, kid, but i’ll do my best.”

Sans moved his free hand to touch the broken limb, but was interrupted by a frightened scream.

“No, don’t touch me! It hurts, don’t hurt me any more.” She cried, recoiling from his approach with fresh tears in her eyes.

“hey, i’m not gonna hurt you, doll. i just wanna get that leg fixed up, alright? m’sorry, i shouldn’t have treated you so bad but i just didn’t know.”

He’d really fucked up, hadn’t he. Frisk was hurt bad, and was too scared of him to let him help - and even if he tried, he doubted any attempt to heal her would have any effect, if she wasn’t willing. Magic was obnoxious that way. He couldn’t shortcut back to the house either, not with her hurt like this - passing through the void in such a bad condition was a bad idea, and Toriel would rip him a new one if he showed up with the kid bloody and broken.

“i won’t touch your leg, alright? is that okay?” It was harder to heal without touching the injury, but in her state there was no way she’d let him - in fact, he was surprised she hadn’t tried to jump off his hand yet.

The girl sniffled, staring wide-eyed in caution as he slowly moved his other hand towards her again. True to his word, he didn’t try to touch her leg, just cupped his hand over the limb. A look of concentration etched onto his face, the intensity making her whine slightly in fear.

It wasn’t completely healed, but at least her tibia wasn’t sticking through the skin anymore. The wound was left as an angry red welt, the skin thin and tender - it wouldn’t stand up to any rough treatment, but she wasn’t bleeding there anymore. And the bone hadn’t been mended all the way - it was still fractured, but it wasn’t a complete split anymore.

“there, see? that’s better, right - doesn’t hurt anymore.” Sans reassured her, cupping his phalanges around her as he stood. “jus’ rest for now, i’ll get ya home safe. no tricks or anythin’, really.”

Frisk didn’t trust him, but she was exhausted. She tried to stay awake, but the adrenaline crash from her terrified flight, the restless night before that, and countless stressful days prior took their toll. She was out like a light.

While he walked, Sans tried to come up with some excuse that the ex-queen would accept for the long absence and the girl’s injuries.

the kid wanted to take a look at somethin’, and we got separated. i looked all night, but by the time i found her she’d been hurt real bad by somethin’.

No, there was nothing he could say that Tori would believe. She was more cunning than her matronly attitude would suggest - she’d have to be, to have ruled monsters for so long. It would be best to tell the truth - albeit a heavily modified version.

He’d gotten in an argument with the kid, and she’d stormed off in a huff. He let her alone for a while to calm down, but when he went to get her he couldn’t find her, and ended up looking all night. He found her all bashed up that morning, and came right back to get her fixed up.

Yeah, that would work. Hopefully.

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Frisk slowly became aware of her surroundings, first noticing a comforting softness that cradled her gently, the surface so comfortable that she would have gladly returned to sleep.

But she wasn’t tired, and after a few minutes of laying still she was bored. A quiet groan escaped her as she shifted slightly, hearing her joints pop as she stretched before sitting up and finally, slowly blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

The girl barely managed to contain a terrified shriek at what she saw. She was on the table in the front room, sitting in the box of fabric that served as her bed - it normally sat on Toriel’s bedside table, but clearly had been moved. Mere feet from where she’d been sleeping was the face of her nightmares. Sans was leaning heavily on the table, arms folded and skull resting on them as he snored.

Silently, she tried to creep further from the cruel skeleton, but when she tried to stand lances of pain shot through her, causing her to collapse with a hurt cry. Terror flooded through her as the sound broke the silence, eyes wide as she stared at the monster before her, breathless.

He shifted slightly, opening his sockets to reveal fuzzy lights floating in the black, which centered on her fallen form after a brief moment.

“hey, you doin’ better now?” He murmured, reaching one hand towards her.

Frisk tried to scream, but her voice cracked painfully, only managing a strained gasping sound as she tried to retreat from his reach.

To her utter bafflement he stopped, fingers curling slightly into a loose fist before withdrawing. The girl stared, trembling as she lay sprawled on the surface of the table.

“i… yeah, that’s- sorry.” The skeleton seemed at a loss for words, shifting his gaze away uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his skull, now leaning back into his chair. “prob’ly shoulda expected that, really - s’not yer fault, a’course.”

Nothing he was saying made any sense. Actually, nothing about this situation made any sense to her. She’d been asleep here, clearly for a while judging by the crust in the corners of her eyes, and he’d been there too - why hadn’t she woken up in his stomach, like countless other times? And why had he stopped when she cried out - he had the audacity to even look concerned about her.

“Wh-” She started, breaking off with a quiet cough. “Why…?”

He glanced at her briefly when she spoke, but looked away again when she stiffened and gasped slightly.

“i… ya prob’ly got a lotta questions, don’t ya. but lemme say somethin’ first, okay?” He sighs, running a hand down his face before looking back at her, sitting quietly for a brief moment as he tries to find the right words - if there even were any. What do you say to a kid that you’ve emotionally traumatized for months without realizing that’s what you were doing?

“m’sorry, i was a huge dumb jackass t’ya, an’ ya didn’t deserve that. shouldn’t’a treated ya so bad, an’ i understand if ya don’t wanna see me ever again, really, but i just - i fucked up, i fucked up real bad an’ i wanna try to do better now. ya don’t gotta agree, but i just… i wanna second chance ta try an’ start over. i didn’t realize how scared ya were -  or maybe i did but i just didn’t care, i don’t know, an’ i know there ain’t any reason for ya to forgive me, frisk, but i just. i didn’t think about how ya felt, an’ i’m really truly sorry for that. f’ya don’t want me around jus’ say so, an’ i’ll leave ya alone, i promise. i’ll get outta yer hair and stay away, so ya don’t gotta worry or be scared anymore.”

Frisk stared silently at him as he spoke, every word just adding to her complete and utter bewilderment at the situation she'd found herself in. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing - he was seriously going to apologize, try to make everything okay after the months of terror she’d gone through because of him. It wasn’t enough to scare her so much she couldn’t sleep, he had to mock her now too?

“Why should I believe anything you say to me? You’ve never cared before, why would that change now?” The girl didn’t intend to voice her thoughts, tone scathing and furious as she spoke. But by the time she realized, it was too late to take it back. “I-”

“no, yer right.” The skeleton interrupted, raising a hand placatingly. “i was a piece’a shit t’ya, an’ there’s no reason fer ya t’believe anything i’m sayin’. an’ i don’t blame you, frisk, really. i wanna try to be better, cause i realized i was wrong, an’ it made me feel sick - i’m disgusted by what i did t’ya, kid, an’ i’m honestly sorry, but you don’t hafta forgive me.”

“I… I’m gonna need some time.” She replied shortly, hands pressed together tightly in her lap. There were a lot of things she would have to think about, after what he’d said. It was insane to expect a decision right after that bombshell, and she was still having trouble accepting that it was actually happening. “I’m just… I’d like to be alone for a bit.”

“alright.” Without further comment he stood and left, leaving her even more disoriented in the sea of confusion she was floating in.

Frisk probably wouldn’t ever trust him completely - certainly she could never trust him as much as Toriel or Papyrus -, but if he was actually willing to change, she would let him try. No matter what, mercy was always an option.