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soft-angelic-kiss · 3 years

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We’re all a little bit crazy (5)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 5 trigger warnings- Y/N gets into a small fight, mentions of taking pills, the use of the word psycho and mentions of suicide// lemme know if i missed anything

if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here

chapter two here

chapter three here

chapter four here

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He woke up again on a plush bed after sleeping comfortably, his cheek slightly bruised and a dull pain running through it, he placed his hand on it and nothing felt swollen which was a very good sign. He let out a sigh and moved up to his elbows so he could look around.

It was different from all the other rooms he’d been in, It had more color, drawings all the walls.. Comfort stuffed animals they sometimes give you at the hospital even bigger stuffed animals.. The room was comfortable..

He finally looked next to him and on the floor was Y/N, who was listening to music occasionally flinching from the headphones as she colored in a little book. He didn’t wanna disrupt the girl, so he sat up and carefully grabbed his clipboard looking for her file…

F I L E 4

(Patient Name) Y/N Yagi (Patient #437)

(Date admitted) 8-3-2009

(Patient age) 19

(Patient disorder) Anxiety, Severe Depression, Sensory Overloading issues, and short temper, but never escalates, ADHD, PTSD, Anorexia, self harm and suicidal thoughts

(History/cause) When she was 4 her family home went up in flames causing the death of her father (Okorashi) and older brother (Ekai) Which gave her an extreme fear of explosions and loud noises. From the ages of 4-7 her mother became an addict and an alcoholic. She took up abusive habits that left a few horrific scars on her body. When she was 7 her mother finally passed from an overdose that caused her uncle to have to take her in, He’s a kind man and treats her kindly, He sent them here in hopes of making her better, and more ready to come home. He visits often.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

(Other). If she gets sensory overwhelmed she tends to scream, hot, kick and cry. They find comfort in the other patients, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and the boys downstairs. She tends to stick her nails into the skin of whoever grabs her, she needs to be sedated if she has a breakdown.

(Danger level) 9/10

Izuku raised an eyebrow, the description of the person sitting down in front of him.He felt like it didn’t match her at all. He decided to take a gentle approach to greeting Y/N to make sure she didn’t have an “episode” as the paper put it.

He gently swung his feet over the side and crouched down hoping to get into her sightline. He crawled to sit in front of her placing his hands on the floor in front of her coloring book.

Y/N looked up, slightly startled but then took her headphones off, the change causing her head to spasm backwards before resuming her normal position. “Hi!” They smiled, placing her hands on the coloring book in front of Izuku’s. “Hi, Y/N right?” He spoke calmly, not wanting to put off the human infront of him. “Yeah! And you are...Izuku? Midoryia?” She tilted her head curiously and smiled, pumping a fist into the air when Midoryia nodded a smile being brought to his own lips. He was absolutely hooked by Y/N. Their backstory, their personality, they were such an interesting person and he couldn’t wait to learn more.

“Yeah. You got it right, good job.” he chuckled when her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment from his praise. Izuku chuckled again and leaned forward slightly and watched as Y/N leaned back.

Izuku shook his hands carefully and leaned back “Is this more comfortable?” Y/N nodded and smiled softly leaning forward again to resume coloring. Izuku smiled and decided to just watch her for a few moments.

The two hung out not moving position for at least half an hour, until Y/N looked towards the door and started cowering when the door opened and the men in white stood there with a medical tray full of many medical instruments he'd never seen before.

Y/N jumped to their feet and tried to hide behind Izuku as one of them said “Y/N, Please I don’t want to have to repeat what happened yesterday.” He went to reach for her but she smacked his hand and continued standing behind Midoryia who was eyeing the men with a suspicious look.

The blonde one who had spoke already finally went to grab them only to have his hands smacked away, but instead of a hand, he felt a clipboard against his wrist as he cried out “what THE-” the man went to hit Izuku but the greenette had blocked his second hit as well

“She’s scared. I’m going to have to ask you to leave because you are not helping.” Izuku’s tone held dominance and authority as the man scoffed “Oh really?-” His words were cut short as Y/N lept towards him and started hitting him.

she had gotten a few punches in before Izuku had interfered and pulled her back and away from him holding them, they cling to him. “She’s just psycho-” he started again but was cut off by Midoryia straight up shoving him out of the door

Midoryia had shut the door and looked at the medical supplies and then at Y/N who was back on their bed. Midoryia hummed softly looking at them with a soft but concerned gazed “Are you alright?” They nodded timidly “U-um.. yeah, i think..”

They kept eyeing the cart and rubbing their arms. Izuku was angry beyond belief but kept his cool for Y/N. “Do you know what these are?” he asked as he walked over to the cart. Y/N nodded “Those are what the use to sedate me and give me my medications..” Izuku nodded and looked at the cart, it had 4 different pills, a tiny box of apple juice and a needle filled with a liquid. He picked up the needle and watched Y/N flinch back

Izuku shook his head “No, no.. i’m gonna dispose of it, not use it okay?” He went and wrapped it up throwing it in the hazard trash can in the bathroom coming back out looking at the cart.

“Okay, do you have an order you need to take them in or can you just take them one at a time?”

Y/N looked confused as they stood up walking to Izuku and the cart “I c-can just take them.. why are you helping? aren’t you supposed to..”

Izuku shook his head “So far all of you have said that… No, i’m not supposed to be mean, i’m supposed to help you get better so can you take..” he handed Y/N two of the four pills and handed her the apple juice “these and then the other ones?” he smiled

Y/N nodded and took the two and then waited 30 seconds before taking the other two. Izuku nodded and smiled “Thank you.. Now I believe” He stopped and checked his watch “It’s almost dinner time, If you want you can go head down to the cafeteria?” He smiled at her

Y/N thought for a moment “Will you come eat with me?” She tapped her foot on the ground and looked away as Izuku chuckled

“It’s not my dinner break,” Y/N had frowned and got ready to ask again.

“but I’ll still come sit with you?” Izuku smiled when Y/N’s face lit up

Y/N gave a big smile and nodded “Okay!” they had opened the door and ran out with an excited yell of “KATSU! TODO! SHIN!” as she catapulted herself into the boys arms as they hugged her back.

“Why don’t you go to the cafeteria and We’ll be right behind you okay?” Shinsou spoke caring and calmly and all three boys had a quirk of a smile as she smiled and ran off down the halls “GOT IT!” you could hear their laughter as they went down the stairs with a much kinder doctor.

As Izuku walked out of the door locking it behind him he was quickly met with the three faces he’s seen previously looking at him with glares. He gulped before speaking in a meek voice “Y-yes?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow and scoffed before nodding at him “Not a bad idiot.” and the other two nodding in agreement before the bell above them rang for dinner.

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a/n: I’m so sorry for getting this out so late! I’ve been very busy recently and I’ve been preparing for BIG things in my personal life so chapters may be extremely short or non existent. I also didn’t plan to have so many supporters for this series so i didn’t really have a clue what to do with the story. I still don’t. I have one more chapter ready in my head but after that I’m not sure where this series will go. Anyways, as usual I hope you enjoyed and please feel free to reblog, like or say something in my inbox! I’m open to writing one shots if you guys are interested, I was thinking about writing one shots instead of continuing with actual chapters after chapter 6

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sp00kworm · 4 years

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April Rain (Chapter 2)

Ch 1 Ch 3

Pairing: All Might x Female Reader

Chapter Summary: A call on the number in the card leads to an appointment with the number one hero and a very surprising discovery... or three?

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The sunflowers were still alive when you were released from the hospital. They were imported from somewhere, you knew that much, and someone with some sort of plant friendly quirk had even made it so they would last longer. The bright yellow petals were fully unfurled now, and they shone happily on the window ledge in the spring sun. The hospital had discharged you with a broken arm, casted to keep it straight, and had signed off your shock before referring you to a therapist to talk about the events that occurred in the park. You’d yet to make an appointment but it was something to investigate when you felt up to it. Thinking about the events made your heart clench and your head swim with paranoia, even though you’d watched the news. You had watched All Might and the police put him away the next morning as you tried to eat your hospital breakfast. It was maybe a week since the event. The sunflowers gleaned in the window as you gently stirred yourself a tea and eased your bowl of porridge onto the breakfast bar. The tea steamed next to you as you stirred the hot breakfast.

You were determined to not rely on friends with your arm. It was alright having them bring extra dinners, but you wanted to get back to work as soon as possible. There were more projects coming up but mainly, you really needed the money from the cafe. It was all well and good going to get paid for restoration in the city, but you had to work part time around that as well, or full time when projects were few and far between. It wasn’t often but you still had to pay bills. You enjoyed it really. It was a nice contrast to have in your life. You spooned breakfast into your mouth and flexed your fingers in the cast gently before flicking the TV on. The news rolled across the screen as you watched boredly, spooning hot oats and sipping cooling tea as you watched hero fights play. There was a scientist awarded a prize. A new antiviral drug was being pumped out thanks to some chemical quirks. All amazing stuff but it was boring entirely to your tired brain. That was until a familiar blond appeared as a headline.

‘All Might saves cruise ship from sinking!’

Just another day for the hero. Another headline and another interview. The man was recorded shooting off into the ship, returning numerous times with people in his arms and on his back before he was shown lifting the ship from the sea with the help of water-based heroes. They had the remaining passengers in rescue ships as he held the pieces together on the water. Amazing. A hero. You smiled at the screen as you chewed your breakfast, wondering what feats the hero would get up to today. There were rumours of a press conference, but you doubted it. All Might was too busy every day, right? Still, people wanted to see the greatest hero on their screens. He was new, fresh faced and seemingly unstoppable. It had been this way for a few years. You eyed the cat card nearby and reached for your phone, ignoring the cooling porridge on the side in favour of opening the contact information.

All Might Agency.

Your finger hovered over the call symbol. With a sip of tea you steeled yourself and picked up your smart phone, sliding the call button before placing the phone to your ear. The first ring made you jump. It rang for a while before the receiver was picked up.

“All Might Agency. How can I help?” It was a polite woman, though she was probably frazzled.

You took a breath, “Hello. I was just ringing to see if I could arrange something.” It was probably an incredibly bad way of wording it.

“Press must go through another line. Only people with personal appointment are allowed on this line.”

“I’m not the press...I just want to talk to him. He saved me. I’m the woman in the park.” You offered lamely as she clicked away on her computer.

The receptionist sighed, “Mister All Might's schedule is full at the moment, but…” A rambunctious laugh sounded in the office and you heard the poor woman sigh again down the receiver.

“JOAN, WHO IS THAT ON THE PHONE? SURELY YOU CAN ARRANGE A SMALL MEETING?” The lady sighed again with irritation evident in her tone.

“Sir, your schedule is full at the moment. It’s the civilian from the park. She wants to meet you-"

The phone crackled as it was snatched, and a desk groaned as, you assumed, All Might leaned over Joan’s desk to peer at his own schedule.

“Hello, again, Miss.” He spoke softer, kinder in his tone as he hummed, “I can make a space for you tomorrow at around three o’clock? It’s not ideal but I have patrols and so on.” It was almost business like.

“Sir! You can’t cancel a photoshoot to simply meet a fan!” Joan scoffed.

“It’s only for a shampoo. Tell them I have a clashing time with the chief.” He offered diplomatically.

You felt a little put out, your mouth working as you clutched at your phone, “I can make three. But uh...”

“Perfect!” He poked Joan to stencil in the new time over his shoot, “I’ll see you then...” He took a breath, “You’re not obliged to come and scrape on the floor, you know, before you think I want a huge thank you, it’s all in the job.” Was he twisting the phone wire?

“Uh.” You heard him laugh at your dumb answer.

“See you then, Miss.”

The line went dead with a scoffing noise from Joan, and you were left looking at your flowers with a dumbfounded look.

You had a meeting with All Might? You had a meeting with All Might! Your face went red with the realisation of what had just happened. You’d talked to the rising star of a hero directly again and hadn’t said anything cohesive. With a deep sigh you looked at the news again before pushing around your breakfast in your bowl. It wasn’t like you could simply turn up and cry again. You needed to have something for him. He was probably used to gifts, and he said not to come and scrape at his feet, but you felt bad enough having taken so much from the man already. There had to be something that the man would like from you. Sweet treats maybe? You looked at the cast on your arm and to the electric beaters in the corner of the little kitchen. You could make him cookies. Peanut butter cookies? Protein in a sweet disguise? You hoped he would be able to have them as you flicked up the recipe online and pondered what you would have to try and heft back from the shops.

Peanut butter cookies in a box, you stared up at the huge structure that was All Might's hero agency. The tower was tall and ultimately intimidating as you gazed at the revolving doors, stood in the shadow of the tower. With a deep breath, you held the tin of cookies closer and took careful steps towards the doors. An employee was kind enough to open the disabled electric door for you, making sure to keep it open for you in consideration of your broken arm. The receptionists were busy on the phone as you walked up to them. One raised her eyes and nodded, pointing to the phone holding up a finger as she promised to tend to you after she finished her phone call. It didn’t take her long to finish the call with a quick ‘thank you’ and turn her gaze back to you. She had some eye quirk, her bright black eyes looking at you, zooming before she smiled.

“Ah…I have a meeting with All Might at three o’clock?” You asked quietly as she was quick to start typing, her fingers lightning fast over her keys as she nodded.

“You need to take the main lift to the eleventh floor. His personal assistant will be stationed there. She can take you through. First of all, pass the tin to my colleague, it needs to be checked.” The woman quickly passed the tin to her assistant and pulled out a lanyard, attached with a pass and passed you a clipboard, “Fill in your name next to pass thirteen. You will need to return it as you leave.” She informed, chirpy as she left you a pen to fill in the paperwork. Her assistant crunched on a cookie and you filled in the clipboard with a worried glance.

With your pass around your neck, and one cookie down, you followed the workflow towards the lifts and pressed the button for the eleventh floor, cookies clutched to your chest. A few employees moved out of the way of your arm, filtering from the lift with strange glances back at you as you continued up to the higher floors. It reached the tenth floor before asking for your pass with a robotic voice. The pass swipe area glowed with a red light until you tapped it to the system. The green light shone, and the lift pinged before continuing upwards to the eleventh floor. The eleventh floor was entirely floor to ceiling windows apart from the office in the back. It was boxed in, but you had the idea that the window inside it was also floor to ceiling. There was one desk before the office with a single lady sat at it. She sighed as you took a step into the unfamiliar setting, clutching at your cookie tin as she peered up over her glasses. A dark glance froze you solid, her dark eyes feeling like they were piercing through you.

“Are you here for All Might’s three o’clock appointment?” She clacked away on her keyboard, double tapping on the slot to notify the man that you were there.

“Yes…Uhm a-are you Joan?” You asked as she snapped together some paperwork and brought out a tablet, looking at it as she pointed manicured and painted nails at you.

“Yes. This way. You have a short slot, so you best make the most of it.” She fixed you with another pissed off look.

You scampered after Joan without anymore delay, peering at the door as she reached out to unlock All Might’s office with her own security pass. The frosted door slid open to reveal an office space that was cluttered, yet unlived in. Awards and trophies lined the walls. Perfectly shined but not maintained outside of a cleaner probably polishing and dusting them all. The desk was covered with papers along with a few disposable cups. A tea ring sat on the glass with the latest one by the large quirk, leather chair. There was no one here. Joan tutted as she entered. Whether it was at the mess or the lack of hero inside the office, you didn’t know. Still, she cleared his empty teacups into the bin next to the desk and pointed to the soft chair across from the desk.

“Sit. He will not be long.” Her dark, sharp gaze fell on you again, “Do not touch anything. Any pictures you take will be removed from your phone before you leave. Otherwise, occupy yourself.” She slapped the next round of papers on the hero’s desk and walked out, heels clicking as the door slid shut behind her. You looked at your lap and sighed, looking at the perfect, carpeted floor, chewing your lip as nerves churned in your stomach. Your arm ached as you shifted it, the sling beginning to itch at the back of your neck. Wiggling your fingers, you pulled your phone from your little satchel bag and began a game of mindlessly scrolling until the man decided to show.

All Might felt his phone ping with his calendar notification. The lady in the tea shop smiled, continuing to slowly make his teas as fans swarmed behind him. He waved as she put his teas in a paper bag and pulled his phone out as he posed for a photo with a fan. When they abated, he looked at the notification.

“Shit.”

The door to the office slid open twenty minutes later. The number one hero barrelled through it after, huffing softly as Joan gave him a glare. You caught sight of her as you turned in the chair, peering back at the door as All Might clicked the door closed, waving at her with an awkward smile, hulking body bend in a stoop. You felt your mouth go dry as he turned around, bright eyes turning on your form in the chair, swivelled backwards and gawking at him. He was dressed in blue pinstripes, the suit tailored specifically to his massive proportions. Awkwardly he turned to face you, red tie fluttering out of his undone jacket.

“I’m sorry for being so late.” All Might bent over, bowing deeply as he peered up at you, presenting a bag. There was a cute duck stamped by a logo, “I brought refreshments. It took them ten minutes to make them and I was already running late from the photoshoot. Accept my apologies.” He appeared weary as he picked at his desk, pushing paperwork aside to clear enough room for himself on the desk. The chair groaned as he sat down but showed no sign of breaking.

“Its not a problem. I know heroes can be busy.” You offered with a smile.

All Might shook his head with a smile, “I have no excuse. I should have cancelled the shoot!” He reasoned before pushing the top of the bag open. He reached inside with a smile and pulled out two cups of labelled bubble tea.

“You were late for...bubble tea?” You looked at the cups before snickering.

His face went red, “It... Ah, yes. But it is the best, I promise!” The blond bangs of his unique hair flicked downwards with his lowered gaze, “Now that I think about it, it seems a little bit silly.” The seven-foot man placed a thumb and a finger over his chin and pushed one of the plastic containers over to you, “I didn’t know what flavour to get you, but the assistant said peach was popular. And a sweet one like you deserves a fitting drink.” He struggled with his own milky concoction as he offered you a thick straw to pierce the film lid with.

“I’m sure it tastes fine. Thank you.” You blushed and reached with your good arm to push the straw into the drink before remembering the cookie tin in your lap, “I made you these.” You smiled and placed the tin of cookies on the desk, “They insisted on taste testing one but I’m pretty sure they’re fine...unless you have a nut allergy?”

All Might’s face went from serious to curious as you pushed the metal tin closer to him on the desk, “They really taste tested it?” He laughed, a boisterous sound, full of the sunshine you remembered. It made you smile yourself.

“I suppose they’re worried that someone might try and poison the number one hero.” You offered as his hand encompassed the lid and popped it free with a small twist of his wrist.

“That is probably why, yes.” He gave you a grin before pulling the tin closer with one finger, “Cookies?” He raised a single eyebrow, “What did I tell you about coming here to scrape?”

“I know, I know, but it was the one way I could think of as a ‘thank you’ without coming here to cry it to your face.” Your fingers laid over the cast on your broken arm.

“If anything.” The hero pulled a cookie free and looked at the nuts, “I should be apologising for allowing you to be injured.”

“Without you there, I would have died, and... I wanted you to know that you’re my hero, just like so many others.” It made you feel like cringing, but it was truthful, “Oh…Thank you for the flowers too, and the fruit, it was lovely.”

A warm hand reached over the desk as your eyes burned.

“Thank you.” It was all he said as he squeezed your hand, but you knew he too was struggling for words, “How about you try these cookies with me?” He inquired as you looked upwards, “Oh!” The hero exclaimed before pointing to himself, “You can all me Yagi. Hearing All Might all day drives me nuts. Yagi Toshinori...But don’t go telling the media that.” All Might winked.

You felt your cheeks go hot, “Of course Toshinori-San.”

“Now that makes me feel old!” He choked on a cookie, sipping tea to try and stop himself from coughing biscuit crumbs everywhere.

“Ah! Sorry. Yagi, oh gosh!” You fretted as his chest shook, the tea not helping as he hacked up cookie and peanut into his desk bin, “Are you okay?”

Yagi coughed behind his fist, “Yes...I think so.” He moved back to face you with a smile, red in the cheeks from coughing so violently, “I’m sorry! They taste delicious but being referred to in such a way…I’m not that old.”

“I didn’t realise it would make you so upset. I’ll just call you Yagi from now on, I promise.”

He reached into the cookies again, holding one between his thumb and finger before pushing the whole thing into his mouth, chewing before swallowing and slurping more tea. Evidently the man wasn’t concerned about a strict diet. It was quiet. Awkward almost. You searched for a way to fill the silence until Yagi chimed back in.

“While you’re here…Why don’t you tell me about yourself? I assume you have a licence to be able to use your quirk in public?” He slurped on the tea with pouted lips before removing his tie and leaning back in his chair. You didn’t expect for this to become a socialisation event.

“I work on restoration. I worked a long time to develop a speciality in the group. They let us use our quirks only for restoration purposes though. I work with stone items, fountains, sculptures, all that sort of stuff. The work comes and goes, but I work a café job otherwise…Its actually not too far from here.” You tried to think of anything else to add, “You should drop by sometime. I’m sure people would be ecstatic to see you out and about.”

He chewed his lip at the thought, stroking at his chiselled jaw again, “It would probably cause more problems for the café workers than benefits…”

Yagi phrased it with longing. A man burdened by his fame and unable to appear without the adoration of fans stopping him going where he planned to. A hollow chuckle followed as he looked at the bright sky outside.

You watched his face and wished for the sunshine smile to appear again, “How about we go somewhere?”

His electric blue eyes snapped to you, the white widening as he dropped the straw from his lips, “…” He leaned over, the chair creaking as a bright, white smile covered his face again, “Like a date?”

“More like a friendly outing…It can’t be much fun being inside or rushing about doing hero stuff, right? Maybe a break will be good for you?” It felt like a lame excuse, but he laughed, brightly, his eyes crinkling in the corners as you smiled back at him.

Another cookie made its way into his hand as he swung his leather chair back around to face you, “At this café?” All Might asked, regarding you as he flicked at a tablet in the corner of his desk, his schedule flickering to life for the rest of the week. It was full.

“I know a little tea house…It might be less full? The lady doesn’t have many customers, and its very empty around two o’clock.” Playing with your fingers, you waited for him to flick through his schedule. The weekends appeared more promising, outside of his patrols it seemed like he didn’t have brand deals or big meetings to attend.

Minutes ticked by as he flicked between the current week and the next.

“Is next Saturday suitable?” He asked suddenly, breaking the uneasy silence you had settled into across from him.

You jumped a little in your seat, “Oh, yes! That’s fine. I won’t be back at work any time soon. Even with the healing quirks, the bone still needs to rest and stay in a cast for at least three weeks.”

All Might nodded before tapping at the day, filling his afternoon from two with a ‘business lunch’.

He felt his ears go red as you snickered, “A business lunch? Very under the radar.”

Yagi rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile, “If I don’t put anything in at all, Joan will fill it…and if I put…” He mumbled, “She will no doubt tell me how stupid I am.” He scoffed, “To think I’m thirty and she’s still treating me like a child.”

The idea of Joan looming over the seven-foot hero made you smile again, “She just wants what’s best, I’m sure.” You offered as he closed the applications on the tablets and turned off the screen, facing you again.

“More like what’s best for the brand.” He scoffed before peering out of the office. It was a one-way glass, but he swore Joan’s piercing eyes were glaring at him. Yagi shuddered in his seat and scooted to the side a little, avoiding her gaze by hiding behind your form.

Your laugh made him smile. The hero watched you laugh, despite the injuries you had thanks to his carelessness, and felt his own smile grow again. The weights on his shoulders seemed to ease a little. He spent so much time around heroes that speaking to a normal person was enlightening.

“How about…” His phone on the table buzzed violently with urgency, his ringtone an embarrassing urgent voice. Yagi coughed and pulled the phone towards himself. Joan. He slid open the call and pressed the phone to his ear.

“If you are finished with your wooing, Mister Might, may I suggest you attend to your half past four appointment?” The line went dead as he opened his mouth. His grumbled, brows furrowed before he reached for his tie and pulled up his collar, sliding the red tie under the stiff material before swiftly doing it up in a knot messily, “I’m sorry to cut this short, but as Joan said, I have a meeting at half past with the chief of police.”

You raised a hand, “Don’t worry about it. I understand. You’re the number one hero.” He moved to put the lid back on the cookies, “Keep them. They’re for you. Share them with the Chief. Maybe it will win him over for you?” You teased before you moved to put your satchel back on your shoulder.

“Don’t forget your tea!” Yagi’s fingers brushed your own as he handed you the plastic cup, “Let me at least walk you to the door.”

He led you to the sliding door, tie askew, and you laughed as he opened it up for you, “Thank you for meeting me…”

“Don’t start scraping again, I told you, its what I do…But I do appreciate the cookies. They’re delicious. It reminds me of the states.” He laughed, hand holding the sliding door open, stopping it moving back into place as you stood in the doorway.

“Goodbye Mister Might.” You spoke formally as you dipped at the waist, “Thank you again.”

“Thank you for coming.” He offered with a smile as you headed past Joan’s desk, tea in hand, back towards the lift.

Yagi watched you leave with a smile, mulling over your words as his next appointment stood from the waiting area, briefcase in hand.

“All Might, its fabulous to finally meet in person.” He offered his hand to shake.

Yagi laughed, loud as always, before shaking the man’s hand, “The same goes to you. I hear you have a new pitch for patrol routes?” He let the man into his office with a sharp glare aimed at Joan as she squinted at his new schedule, rolling her eyes.

“Sir.” She quipped at his back, “Make sure you have those papers finished before I go home. They need them in finance.”

“Loud and clear, Joan.” All Might snarked as he slid the office door closed. His assistant smiled over her cup of coffee as she approved his new schedule.

“Who made the cookies?” The chief asked as he placed his brief case aside, fingers already in the cookie tin.

All Might smiled, “Just a friend.” Before sitting down, his arms pressed to the tabletop.

The chief of police scoffed, “A friend? Seems like something more to me, Toshinori.” The hero shook his head with a laugh at the man pulled out a map with the new route pencilled onto it.

The subway was crowded. You peered down at your phone calendar and smiled at the appointment. Tea with All Might. You pulled open your internet browser and hummed as you started searching for teas that relieved stress for your next meeting. The tea in your grasp was delicious and you smiled as you gazed at the little duck logo and the pearls rattling around in the bottom of the cup. All Might liked bubble tea and peanut butter cookies.

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top 5 jujutsu kaisen characters 🥳

1. Gojou Satoru - I Am The Strongest

The most interesting thing about Gojou is how unique and overpowering a character Gojou is. I don’t just mean in the sense that he has physical strength, but that he’s also what they call a ‘force of personality’. Gojou is incredibly up front about who he is, and what he wants. He never hides a single thought in his head, he never is discreet, compromises to other people and backs off in any way. Gojou is the most self centered character in the manga.

What makes his character unique is that Gojou’s self-centeredness is not necessarily portrayed as a bad thing. It’s neither good nor bad, Gojou is allowed to be who he is by the narrative. Gojou is a selfish prick, but he’s also self determined. He is someone who knows what he wants and does everything to the best of his abilities to work for what he wants.

Gojou is so busy looking at the infinity other people might as well not exist. He’s someone who sees himself as fundamentally above other people. However, when you look past that in his actions you see that while Gojou has so much strength, he’s using almost all of that strength not for the sake of himself but others. What Gojou wants is a better world, and he’s mature enough to realize he can’t just get it by smashing everything with his own hands even if he’s powerful enough to do that.

You get the sense that Gojou while distant from others is still trying to understand their feelings, and communicate his own feelings in his own way.

2. Getou Suguru - You will obey me, you monkeys.

Getou is so interesting because all of the traits that have driven him to extremism are traditionally heroic traits. Getou is empathic, he’s incredibly considerate of others and wants to save them, he believes in justice. Getou humanizes the people that he personally gets to know so much, cares so deeply, that when he loses them it’s like one of his own organs gets ripped out. It’s the same as losing an arm or a leg.

It shows that individuals within the system are not necessarily the problem, because the reason Getou fell so far because he wanted to be human and care about human lives in a system like the Jujutsu sorcerers system that was so uttterly dehumanizing.

Getou’s so empathic if he were to see everyone as human his brain would just break. So, he divides the world into humans, people he can save, and monkeys who he no longer cares whether they live or die. If anything, Getou would be a better person if he was a little less kind, a little less caring. Gojou is actually much more mentally healthy because he’s less selfless than Getou is.

3. Kokichi Muta

In a series where every character is trying to get strong, Kokichi already has all the power he needs and he hates it. I like how he’s allowed to be ugly and genuinely resentful for his circumstances in life.

Nobody really empathizes with Mechamaru. Even Panda who might come close to understanding it, essentially tells him to just get over it and stop causing problems for others. It’s understandable why Mechamaru was driven into enough of a corner that he betrayed sorcery high school. Kokichi just can’t swallow down his resentment. He never wanted to be born, he never wanted to be a jujutsu sorcerer, but Jujutsu society uses him anyway, he’s not a puppeteer he’s more like a doll of an inherently broken system.

Yet, there’s something genuine in Kokichi. He really wants to love his friends and be able to stand on equal terms with them. Despite how much hatred he carries in his heart, he’s genuinely touched by just the smallest amount of kindness Miwa showed to him. At the end of the day what he feels is an inferiortiy and unworthiness.. He feels like he’s not good enough to stand with others because he was born this way, and feels like he needs to be fixed. When really Miwa would have accepted him for who he was all along and wanted to see the real him.

It’s another demonstration of how much a failure of empathy an drive these characters to desperate circumstances. What Kokichi needed wasn’t to be told to stop making a fuss, it was to be accepted for who he was, the ugly, the unpleasant and to have someone notice that even though he’s technically doing bad things Kokichi is also deep down still a suffering child.

4. Maki Zenin - “I would have hated myself”

Maki is fun because she was treated like a disposable extra for her family, and rather than craving acknowledgement from that family, or a place to belong she just went ‘Neat, I’m gonna burn down the whole family tree then.”

Maki’s ambitions, her resentment towards others, her desire to pursue strength are all things that are validated about her character. She is someone who gets to choose the way she wants to live, and is fighting against her entire family for that right even if it means she has to destroy that family in the end. Maki is allowed to be as self determined as Gojou.

At the same time though, Maki’s choice to put strength above all else does not make her a person who is only ever strong and never vulnerable because she would be just as flat as a character. Maki’s choice has consequences, because by choosing to live for her own personal strength she also doesn’t choose Mai the one person who ever genuinely saw her as family.

Their conflict reminds me a lot of Gamorra and Nebula which is one of my favorite conflicts of all time, because neither of their feelings are wrong. Maki is not wrong for wanting to choose her own survival. Mai is not wrong for feeling like her sister broke their promise and abandoned her. However at the same time their choices have consequences, Maki choosing herself means she can’t choose Mai and she’s sacrficing their connection. It’s one of the most beautifully illsutrated conflicts in the manga.

5. Nanami Kento - “Growing up is the accumulation of little despairs”

I like Nanami because he’s the one reasonable adult in a world of mad people? That doesn’t sound like much saying he’s ‘the guy with common sense’ but in his arc he gets a lot of depth to his personality.

Basically he wants to help other people, but he’s also mature enough to realize that helping others is going to be a net loss. That if he tries to help everyone the same way Itadori does, he’s going to lose over and over again. What’s so interesting about Nanami is he’s not so much someone completely selfless, as someone who is too decent of a person for his own good. Which causes him to continually choose to help others, not because he’s motivated by some great quest to save the world but because he can’t look away from trouble.

Nanami’s salaryman-like serious persona becomes more and more of an act as you dwell on his character. It’s like he’s putting on a show that he’s not as mad as everybody else, that he’s still reasonable in this world. It’s done mostly for his own sake because Nanami is striving to remain a good person, in a world he’s well aware is not so good. You get the sense that deep down he’s a much kinder person, but he always forces himself to be strict because he believes he has to.

#jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojou #itadori yuuji #suruga getou #satoru gojo #suruga geto #maki zenin #Nanami Keito #inumaqi #spooky speaks

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His Tears, Her Demons(Castlevania Fanfiction)

Author: Rogue-Jester365 (on Wattpad with the same name and my account on Deviantart called DecemberOwl)

Disclaimer: As all of you know, I do not Adrien "Alucard " Tepes. He belongs to the creators of the Castlevania games and show.

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Chapter 3: Wine Talk

Alucard

I carried the unconscious Cristine in my arms as exited her burning home. Once I got far enough from it, I turned around and saw her burning home start to collapse." At least the bodies won't need to be disposed of.", I said to myself.

I looked down at Cristine, my usually calm and emotionless expression softened from the sight of her. Her once lovely and neat auburn hair was now a mess, her rose tinted cheeks were puffy and sticky from what looked like tears drying up, some fresh bruises and cuts were on her once soft skin, and instead of her usually calm expression which occasionally included a small smile; it was now a hurt and tired one.

It tucked her head onto my shoulder to make her comfortable. She looked more relaxed after that. I then walked to my castle to treat her bruises and cuts and so she could sleep comfortably.

" They will not hurt you anymore.", I whispered to her as if she could here me.

When I entered my castle, I placed her in one of spare rooms . While she laid in the bed, I cleaned the filth on her face and did what I could to treat her bruises and her cuts. Luckily, the cuts weren't severe so there was no need to bandage them.

I finished not long after, I pulled a blanket over her to keep her warm for the night. I heard a small whimper coming from Cristine. I looked at her with concern, tears streaming from her and she squirming a bit. Without hesitation, I gently placed a hand on her left cheek, whispering that she was safe and she had nothing to fear. Instead of calming down, she woke up and gasped. I immediately took my hand away from her cheek and gave her some space. She then sat up and panted, just noticing that she was in an unfamiliar place. She looked at me at me with her eyes widened. We both said nothing to each other. I reached in to place my hand on her cheek again to show I meant no harm. But when the palm of my hand made contact with her cheek, tears quickly streamed from her eyes. She leaned into me with her arms wrapped around me, closing the gap between us as she sobbed into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her to comfort the poor woman." It's alright, Cristine. You're safe now, they won't hurt you anymore.", I softly whispered to soothe her. I rubbed her back and kept a hold of her as she sobbed. But she eventually began to calm down. I slowly pulled away from her to give her space. Her head was facing down with a facial expression that was still sad but the tears stopped coming at least.

" Does that feel better, at least a little?", I asked her.

Cristine shook her head a yes, still carried the sad look on her face though. But it must have worked at least a little since she stopped the crying." Hm... How about I get you something to drink?", I suggested," Maybe that can get your mind off what happened at least a little. Then maybe we can talk about what happened, or if you prefer we don't have to. You can just rest."

Cristine stayed silent for a small moment before saying," I could use a drink, actually."

I got off the bed and offered a hand to her. She looked at it then at me. As she took the blanket off her she took my hand. My fingers curled around her hand and kept a firm grip as she got off the bed. I then lead her outside of the room, still keeping a hold of her small hand.

I took her from the halls, to the main hall, and finally to the kitchen. I walked in with her. I let go of her hand and grabbed one of the chairs. I pulled it out for her then tell her," Do sit down.", and she did no questions asked. I then pushed it into for her but not too much, that would have been crazy of me. I then walked to the cellar door and opened it. Before I entered, I looked at her. She looked back at me." I'll be back shortly with some wine.", I told her then entered the cellar to search for the wine. But it wasn't easy since most of the wine bottles were shattered.

After a few long minutes of searching, I finally found one. I then grabbed two wine glasses on the way back to the kitchen, hopefully Cristine hadn't wondered off. I opened the door and saw that Cristine was still in the same spot as before, thankfully. But I sighed when I noticed her staring at the two dolls I made to look like Trevor and Sypha." Please, don't look at those.", I tell her calmly.

She turned her head towards me. I walked over and placed both glasses down on the table, one next to her while the other was at my usual spot. I poured the wine in both our glasses then I set the bottle aside. I sat down in my usual spot, which was at the end of the table and on the left side of where Cristine was sitting. I drank some of my wine, she just stared at her's like she didn't know what to do with it. " Do you not like white wine?", I asked her.

" Hm?", she responded as she turned her head to me," Oh no, I just never had wine before."

" Try it, I promise you that it's good.", I encouraged her. She looked at it again then picked up her glass. She circled the wine a little before she took a sip of it.

" This tastes delicious.", she said before she continued to drink more of it. I softly smiled at her, glad that she was enjoying it. Somehow, my eyes then lead my attention from Cristine to the dolls. I frowned a little, remembering what happened before Cristine. "What's wrong?", I heard her ask, the memories stopped playing in my head and my attention was back to Cristine.

" Nothing, just thinking.", I answered before drinking from my glass. We both were silent for a short while. I didn't mention about her home or about the men, I thought it would be too much pressure for her to talk about it." Your home is lovely.", she said.

" Thank you.", I responded.

" And quite large for one person.", she continued which touched a nerve of mine. But I couldn't be angry at her for it, she didn't know the reason why I was the only one in the castle." This used to be my father's castle", I told her," until he died."

" I'm sorry that you lost your father. How did he die?", she asked.

" By my hand with wooden stake to his heart.", I answered her with a slight melancholic tone. I didn't need to look at her to know that she was shocked. An answer like that can shock anyone.

" Why did you do it?", she questioned further in a timid tone, I looked at her. I must have given her a serious or offended look on my face since her's was a nervous one. I drank the rest of my wine, then set my glass down and shut my eyes for a small moment as I thought about how I should respond to her question. I took a long breath then opened my eyes. I looked into her eyes deeply as I asked," If I tell you, would you promise to not be afraid of me or to see me as a monster?"

" Of course, why would I see you as that?", she answered with a small and confused smile, obviously oblivious with why I asked such a promise. I managed to smile back a little but that was short lived and my expression turned back into a sad and serious one.

" My father wasn't always the monster people say that he was, there was time where he was more human.", I started.

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The story took me longer than I expected to explain, but she still listened. For all I know how long I talked, it could have been hours. I surprised that she didn't end up falling asleep, being bored, trying to interrupted, or being scared or disgusted.

" After my father's death, my friends and I said our farewells and they left to go on with their lives. As for me, I remained here, protecting both my father's knowledge and the Belmont Hold.", I finally finished. She looked at me as if she wanted to say that she was sorry.

" You and your father really must have struggled with your mother's death.", she responded in a gentle tone," I'm sorry for your losses. My mother was taken and killed by the Church too.". I looked at her, her head was down with a sad expression her face. I watched as a tear streamed from her eyes, down her cheek. It dropped onto her hand. I could tell that she spoke the truth.

"How old were you when it happened?", I asked her out of curiosity and pity.

" About seven, I think.", she answered. I was almost startled from her answer. She had lost her mother longer than I have, and at a early age." How did your father take it?", I continued to ask.

" I never knew my father. My mother always told me that he was never the type to stick around. I never understood why though.", she answered. I was more startled and more curious on her answered to that, but I also felt more sorry for her after learning it. But I was also a little puzzled on how she managed to survive long enough to be the woman she is now." Were you always alone since then?", I asked her further.

" I used to have an older sister who took care of me. We used to be very close when I was young. When I was thirteen, she was gone. I don't know why she did it, she never left a note or even said goodbye.", she told me with a heartbroken expression on her face," Maybe she did it to find our father. Maybe she did it to find those who killed our mother....or maybe she did it because of me. I might've held her back, maybe I wasn't good enough."

" Do you really think it's your fault?", I asked her, hiding my small bit of anger on how someone would abandon her at such a young age. She rubbed her hands together, having a guilty and sad look on her face. She probably sensed the anger I had when I asked her the question." It's always felt like that.", she responded. I reached over and placed my hand on her's, curling my fingers around to hold it. " None of it was you fault.", I told her in a kinder tone," You deserved none of the cruel things that had happened to you. You are a good and innocent woman.". Cristine looked at me but said nothing, not even argued that she was otherwise. She then looked down again but carried a small smile on her face. She took a small glimpse back at me but turned away when she caught me smiling at her. I couldn't help but find her shy response rather adorable. Her smile shortly vanished and turned back into a frown. It didn't take long for my smile to follow suite, only my facial expression was now a concerned one.

" What's wrong?", I asked her, knowing that something was one her mind.

" I don't know what to do. The only home I ever had is gone. The Church will find me again, they'll say that I'm responsible.", she explained to me with worry. I tighten my grip into a firm one so that she didn't feel uncomfortable or hurt.

" Stay with me then.", I almost immediately suggested; she looked at me almost surprised from my offer," I can protect you, provide for us both. Maybe we could teach each other some things? You could teach me about planting and maybe some food recipes, and I could teach you...Well, whatever you like to be taught."

" Really? You would do that?", she asked in amazement.

" Yes, I gladly would.", I told her smiling," I also could use some help cleaning up the place and organizing some things, if it's not too much trouble.".

" I would, actually, I love to help.", she smiled, I felt her equally firm grip on my hand. Just like that, I thought it was too good to be true that she would accept my offer. But it was true, or at least I think it was. Either way it was still a joy to know that there was someone willing to stay and help. Me and her could both use each other's company, this was truly a joy.

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tear-her-aus · 4 years

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Karma’s a Bitch - pt 11

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Summary: Closure. That’s what you needed to finally forget that memory of your past. A memory that shaped you into becoming the person you are today. Perhaps you wouldn’t find closure, but instead, closure in the form of a boy would find you.

Pairing: Jimin x female reader

WC: 4.9k

A/N: Hey! I´m so sorry it´s been so long since I last updated, but I´ve been lacking inspiration with this story; I´m sort of in a rut but I´m trying to figure out things little by little. I hope to be able to update sooner for the following chapters since I really like this story. All in all, enjoy your read!

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Monday rolled by and, once again, you had to pretend everything was fine; that being with Jimin was fine, when it really was the most torturous way of pretending. He would smile at you, and you would reciprocate it. He would be kind to you, and you would be kinder. He would tell his friends you were his girlfriend, and you would prove to them that you were. That’s the reason that when the professor told the class you had to do a project in pairs, you asked Taehyung to be your partner. He didn’t think much of it before accepting your request, making it all easier for you. Exchanging phone numbers, you set it in. What you didn’t expect was Taehyung wanting to treat you to some coffee. You agreed right away with just one purpose in mind, get him closer. You two shared some casual conversation as he guided you to his favorite café. Being so wrapped in conversation, you didn’t realize Taehyung’s favorite café was Jin’s favorite as well. Stopping in your tracks, you tried peeking inside the café from outside the window to see if your best friend could be spotted.

“You coming?” Taehyung shot you a curious look as he opened the door.

Finding no escape of the situation, you gulped and nodded before making your way past Taehyung, who was holding the door for you.

Looking around frantically, you realized to your luck that Jin was nowhere to be seen. You couldn’t deny you felt bad for hiding this from him, but you knew he would stop you from going any further if he were to find out. And the truth was that you didn’t want to be stopped.

Taehyung and you sat down at the booth around the corner. “So, what should we order?” he spared you a glance as he surveyed the menu with an interested look.

You didn’t open the menu as you robotically said, “a cup of coffee will be fine.”

At that, he spared you another glance, a longer one this time. “You are joking, right?” a pause, then “This is by far the best café in miles and you’ll only order a cup of coffee?”

You hadn’t had lunch this afternoon, as your nerves were consuming you more than hunger, yet you knew if you allowed to let them take over you, you were in danger of falling back again in the same routine you followed in high school.

“Umm,” you considered as you spared another glance at the card before deciding on a small avocado sandwich. “The avocado sandwich sounds good,” you contemplated out loud. Feeling Taehyung’s stare on you once again, you looked up.

“Really? That’s rather odd,” he said as he nodded to himself as he considered your decision.

You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “what is?”

At that, he turned the card in his hand to show you all the dishes the café served. “From all of this,” he motioned his hand over the card, “you felt tempted to order the avocado sandwich?” It seemed as if your choice didn’t make sense to him. “You really are something,” he added at last.

You felt his comment as an attack, but instead of figuring out something witty to say in return, you let part of your façade fall off. “You have no idea,” you said, a smile splattered on your face.

He laughed at that without really understanding the meaning behind your words. Then, he called the waitress to order. After the waitress left your table, it seemed that Taehyung’s main goal was to discuss the upcoming project.

“So…” Taehyung stretched the word to snap you out of your reverie, “what do you think we should do for the project?” Even though it seemed as casual conversation, you could tell he was really looking forward to this project by how he asked, as if expecting you would let him share his ideas. “Um, I’m not really sure,” you considered, “the main topic is culture, right?”

At that Taehyung nodded several times, probably restraining himself from spitting his ideas before you had a chance to share yours. If this boy didn’t grow far away from the child you remember, then you assume he would want to focus on art. You decided to take a shot in your assumption, “What do you think about focusing on how culture can be portrayed through art?”

His eyes immediately went wide at your suggestion, and you hid a smile at knowing you hit the nail. “I was thinking exactly the same thing!” he declared, “We can actually find lots of national artists that portray history through their art,” he said over the food the waitress was now serving. You nodded your head, encouragingly, “I agree. We can analyze so much from them!”

“Yesss! We can go to the National Museum downtown or even to the new art gallery that was opened around the street! I’ve been there, and they have some amazing works!” His eyes sparkled as he spoke. You nodded before sipping from your coffee to hide the small smile that creeped in your face. It seems he hasn’t changed at all. For some reason that brought you some sense of comfort; knowing that he still had that innocence in him, that even though he proved to be a pushover, his spirit wasn’t so easily bent.

While you were consumed by your thoughts, Taehyung seemed to be rambling about different details that you could add to the project. After some minutes, you tried to focus on what he was saying, but your attention was again intercepted by a girl that approached your table in an instant.

You looked at her, curiously, yet her expression was a contrast to Taehyung’s calm face. She was the personification of anger, and soon your curiosity changed to apprehension at merely staring at her wait for Taehyung’s attention.

“Taehyung!” she said in a snappy yet controlled tone. It seemed that even though anger was consuming her, she wouldn’t humiliate herself in front of unknown customers.

Finally, Taehyung’s eyes landed on her. You would expect him to know what was going on with this girl, but it seemed he was as surprised by her interruption as you. “Clarisse, what are you doing here?” he asked truly surprised, not registering her evident discontent with him.

She didn’t wait a second to respond. “That’s the same thing I was going to ask you, along the question: Who is she?!” At that, she looked your way with a disgusted face. Unconsciously, you shrank into your seat, feeling self-conscious at her diminishment.

Taehyung followed her gaze, but it seemed that he didn’t follow the meaning behind her words. “What? What does she have to do with anything?” he asked, not following.

“UGH! You really disgust me, Kim Taehyung! Playing dumb in front of your next conquest? That’s what’s happening here?” she asked rhetorically before continuing her rant, “Did you really ditch me for this?” dismissively, she gestured your body from head to toes with one hand. Taehyung blinked twice before understanding where this was coming from. “Clarisse, that’s no-” Before he had time to finish his explanation, though, she aimed to take your cup of coffee. Reflexively, you grabbed the cup, probably foreshadowing her next action, yet that only made her madder. This time not at Taehyung, but at you, who she presumed had stolen her man and, now, her revenge. Since you didn’t expect her determination, she managed to pull the coffee cup out of your grasp before splashing its hot content on your light clothes. You stood up out of reflex, yet that didn’t stop the coffee from burning your skin. Taehyung’s calmness soon transformed into movement at seeing his ex doing something so low. Immediately, he grabbed her hand and turned her around to face him. You were too focused on avoiding your soaking clothes contacting any more skin to actually see what was happening between them, but it seemed that Taehyung’s words made her flee right after that. You only looked at him when he approached your side and asked you if you were okay. You nodded even if your skin hurted, “Yeah, but it’s burning,” you told him. Immediately, he ushered you to the bathroom. “Try taking it off, I’m going to bring something for you to change,” he left you at the bathroom door before rushing towards the table once again. Not wanting to feel the burning and sticky sensation of your clothes, you followed his command and took off your shirt. Fortunately, the coffee only managed to splash your shirt and some areas of your arms, so the damage wasn’t that bad. Trying to ease the hurting sensation in your arms, you tried applying some cold water to the burnt areas. It didn’t seem like something serious; with your roses cream at home it wouldn’t leave marks.

Someone knocked at the door, “Y/N, It’s Taehyung.” You opened the door slightly and peeked out. Taehyung had one hand covering his eyes while the other held a hoodie. You smiled faintly and took the hoodie while thanking him. Carefully with your sensitive arms, you rolled on the hoodie over your head until it landed safely over your body. You took your disposed shirt before exiting the bathroom.

Taehyung was waiting right outside yet, on seeing you, his face fell to the floor. “Thanks for the hoodie, Taehyung,” you said, really appreciating not having to walk home stinking like a coffee shop. He shook his head, “No, you shouldn’t be thanking me. This happened because of me…” he said, still looking at the floor out of shame. Some people would be mad at this happening to them, but for some reason, you weren’t angry, at least not at Taehyung.

“Taehyung, it’s not your fault. Who would’ve guessed what she would do? Everyone is responsible for their own actions, and in this situation, it was her own wrongdoing.” You moved closer to him to try to reassure him that you were okay. He shook his head once again, but this time raising his head to look at you. “No, it wasn’t just her. I made her react that way,” he exhaled. You listened to him, curiosity peeking in at the possibility of learning who Kim Taehyung really became. He scratched the back of his head helplessly before continuing, “She must’ve thought I cheated on her…” he pondered “even though we weren’t really together.”

A confused “Oh?” left you lips at his incomplete explanation. He didn’t register your curiosity, and simply continued his monologue. “I must’ve been clearer with her. We were just casual, you know?” At this, he looked at you for understanding (if that’s something you could ask for in his position). You nodded slowly to show him you were following him. “I mean, it’s normal she wanted to take it on me,” at least he acknowledged it, “but it seems that her anger got the best of her when you tried to stop her from hurting me.” At that last part, he looked at you with some sort of gratitude at your altruistic behavior.

You on the other hand, shrugged awkwardly, “I guess it was on instinct,” you dismissed it. But he looked like he didn’t want to take it for granted as he shook his head once again. “Thank you, really!” he was eager to let you know how thankful he was as he took one of your hand in his. You felt awkward at his sudden move but decided to let him finish. “If you act like that on instinct then I can’t imagine what a wonderful person you truly are,” he smiled kindly at you, and you returned it. He let you hand fall as he motioned for you to follow him back to the table to finish what remained of your meal. As you two walked the small distance between the bathroom and the booth, he whispered to you, “Jimin is a really lucky man,” before winking at you and changing your mood instantly.

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“Hey,” Jimin greeted Y/N as he waited for her outside the campus entrance.

It seemed he took her by surprise, but soon enough she was smiling and waving at him. He couldn’t help but smile brightly at her cute mannerisms. She ran his way until she was on his range, allowing him to hug her from the waist and spin her in the air. Shrieking and laughing, she asked him to stop, and he knew it was worth it at seeing her being suddenly so aware of her surroundings in the blush coloring her cheeks. Playfully, she slapped his chest, and he noticed how long the sleeves of her hoodie were, making her look smaller and cuter. In fact, he now realized she was wearing a hoodie that looked exactly like the one he gave Taehyung for his 19th birthday. He looked at her curiously, wondering why she was wearing a man’s sweater. She seemed to have sensed his stare as she followed his eyes. Shifting from one foot to another, she declared, “It’s Taehyung’s.” At that, his interest peaked, “why are you wearing his hoodie?” He wasn’t jealous, but it seemed odd that Tae would lend his girlfriend his hoodie unless he might have figured she needed it. “Were you cold?” he continued, rubbing his hands over her arms at assuming that was the logical answer. Yet when she winced, it seemed the answer was another one.

“Are you okay?” his curiosity started edging worry. His arms fell from hers as he searched her eyes. She nodded with a swift smile, “Yeah…It’s just… some coffee spilled over my shirt, so Taehyung lent me his hoodie. It wasn’t major,” she dismissed the topic, “Let’s get going,” she took his hand and guided him to his parked car. Before she got in, though, he stopped her. “Are you really okay?” her reaction from before told him it wasn’t a simply coffee spill.

She exhaled, probably giving in to his insistence. “Well, the coffee burned me a little in my upper arms, but nothing a little cream can’t fix.” Now, he was more worried than curious. He looked at her arms as if he could see through the fabric of the hoodie, but she stopped his looking by kissing his cheek. “It’s nothing to worry about, really,” she reassured him, “besides this gives me a chance,” she said to herself but probably hoping he would hear.

“A chance?” he echoed her words.

She nodded, looking down at her feet while playing with the hem of the hoodie, “To act like a patient…Maybe later you could kiss it better?” At the last part, she looked at him bashfully.

A smile started spreading on his face at her request, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to deny it. He laughed before nodding, unable to control his reaction to her cuteness. Then, he made space for her to enter the passenger’s seat of his car.

* - * - * - * - *

“Taehyung has been telling me about this class you two share...” Jimin started some casual conversation as soon as they entered Y/N’s apartment.

She looked up from the kitchen counter where she was preparing some coffee. “Oh? He has?” she asked, prompting him to keep going.

Jimin took a seat in one of the stools across her before nodding his head. “Yeah, he seems excited about this class,” he crossed one leg over the other, “seeing how art is a main part of it,” a fond smile appeared on his face at thinking of his friend’s love for art.

Watching Y/N carefully, he could see a smile forming on her face too, which he found rather odd, considering she didn’t know Taehyung that much. That was until she said nonchalantly, “He seems to like art a lot. We even decided to focus our project on local artists.”

“Seems like something Tae would do,” Jimin laughed as he received his cup of coffee.

She took a sip before nodding, “I don’t know him that well, yet I could tell art is something he really enjoys.”

Jimin nodded in confirmation, yet he couldn’t help but ask, “How could you tell?”

“Hum?” she mumbled while taking another sip from her own cup.

“How could you tell he likes art?” Jimin wasn’t trying to enquire anything, really, yet by the change in demeanor in Y/N’s face, he could tell she was nervous about his questioning. She took some time before answering, probably considering his question.

“Well, last class the professor started talking about some famous Van Gogh’s pieces and Taehyung seemed really excited about it. That was the gist of it, basically.” She took another sip, avoiding his eyes.

He, too, took a sip. “Ahh yeah. Van Gogh is basically Taehyung’s hero. I can practically imagine his uncontrolled adoration at such a class.” Both shared a small laugh as an awkward beat passed by before Jimin commented something that’s being going on in his mind for a while, “You know,” she looked up, “it’s kind of unfair that you already met by best buddy and I haven’t had the chance to meet your friends.” He intended to say it cutely, seeing how he was pouting for her to get his request, yet at seeing her demeanor change, Jimin wondered if he was pressuring her too much already.

She took some time before she managed an answer, “Oh…but you already met Jungkook,” she commented, avoiding the gist of his request; he noticed. At the mention of Jungkook, Jimin felt somewhat jealous yet incredibly victorious at the same time. It seems the personal trainer shared a deeper relationship with her than what he had expected, yet his label didn’t seem to go beyond “a friend.”

Jimin decided that answer didn’t satisfy his curiosity to know her better. “We both know Jungkook doesn’t count. I already knew him before I met you,” he stated.

She sighed before making her mind, “Well, I have two other best friends… Perhaps someday I could introduce them to you,” she looked down at her hands. Once again, Jimin found her actions to be odd. Shouldn’t she be excited to let him in her life just as much as he felt about letting her discover everything about his? Perhaps that was just his way of thinking. Maybe she didn’t like mixing her friends with her boyfriend. Or perhaps she was embarrassed? But of whom? Of him or of her friends? Jimin, mentally, shook his head, letting all these thoughts go away. He was overthinking.

He smiled at her, “That would be lovely. I should introduce to you another friend of mine as well; he just came back from studying abroad.” Jimin felt pleased at seeing her relax. Maybe if he demonstrates how much he wants to share about himself to her, she would feel more comfortable of doing it as well.

Her interest on this new friend didn’t seem to go beyond polite conversation, yet Jimin didn’t mind telling her all about his friend, “Oh really? What was he studying, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He didn’t mind. “He was undertaking a Doctorate in Musical arts program, specialized in piano.”

Her eyebrows reached the sky just as her lips formed a ´wow,´ “That sounds so cool. Your friend must be a genius,” she commented truthfully.

He smiled at the term she used. If only she knew that’s the same way his friend liked to call himself, a genius. Jimin couldn’t deny he wasn’t, but he wasn’t keen to let his friend’s ego increase. Getting a doctorate in Musical arts was something but getting it at Julliard was another thing. His friend was a true genius and Jimin was lucky he could still call himself his friend. He had met so many fake people in his life, who simply liked him for his status and looks, but Yoongi made clear from day one he didn’t care about any of those things. In fact, he made sure Jimin understood he didn’t like him, but that didn’t stop Jimin from pursuing that friendship. Yoongi was the cool kind of guy, always minding his own business. That’s what attracted Jimin to him in the first place. He wasn’t like anyone he had met before, who were always asphyxiating him. Jimin smiled to himself, knowing that his long-missed friend was back by his side. A comfort he truly had missed. Just as Jimin’s memories of his time with Yoongi started to cloud his mind, Y/N seemed to remember something as she said, “Give me a sec” before retreating to her room. Soon after, she came by with a tube of what looked like a cream. “I better treat this before it gets ugly,” she said, alluding at her burnt skin. He then remembered the whole point of being there. As she struggled trying to take off the hoodie with care of it not making contact with her delicate skin, he approached her and helped her strip of it. Once he took it off, his breath was taken away. Somehow, he ended up being too close to her by trying to be careful of not hurting her, yet once he took a step backwards, he knew he now was witnessing the best piece of art he has ever seen. After taking the hoodie, some strands of hair had fallen messily over her face, making her look ethereal. His eyes run down her body and he now realized she had no shirt on. She was bare, only her white laced bra covered her from his now lustful eyes. He tried to stop himself by looking elsewhere as a deep blush started burning his face.

“What’s wro-?” out of his peripheral sight, Jimin could see her looking down before, “OH MY GOD!” her arms tried to cover her upper body.

Jimin could sense her embarrassment picking up, so he turned around, having his back facing her. “I won’t look,” he was quick to say, “you should…um”

“I’ll go put something on,” she quickly said before retreating to her room once again.

Jimin felt hot, and he wondered if the coffee he took was the cause of it. He walked to the kitchen sink and tried drinking some water to calm the thirst he was starting to feel. As he closed the tap, she walked to the living room once again with now a sleeveless shirt on. She tried to take the rose cream tube, but Jimin managed to take it first, “Let me,” he said lowly, before guiding her to seat in the stool next to him. She didn’t say anything in return and simply followed his orders. Carefully, he started spreading the cream on her upper arms, yet when she flinched, he ceased his movements.

“It’s okay,” she said, “It just stings a bit.” She looked at him from under her leashes, and he swore right then and there than he would do anything to protect this girl from getting hurt ever again. He had to blink hard to stop himself from kissing her right then and decided to use his lips for other purposes. As he was spreading more cream on her arms, he blew on it to sooth it even more. He was too focused on his task to see her, who was looking at him from above. That was until he stopped and stretched to his full size, and saw her watching his every move, as if she was trying to read him.

“It’s done,” he said while closing the cream tube. “Now, my patient, you need full rest and a dose of kisses each day,” he smiled goofily.

She remained stoic for a second and his smile almost slipped, yet she swiped into a sweet smile in the blink of an eye. “Oh well, doctor, who else can be the best for the job than you,” the sweetness only increased at her comment. Her hands found his as she brought him closer until he was between her dangling legs. Jimin didn’t need more words to act. He closed the gap between them as his lips sealed any more possible words from coming out of her mouth. The kiss was deep and sweet, as if he tried to tell her how he felt when he saw her moments ago looking so ethereal. One of his hands unhooked from hers as it moved to caress her neck and then her cheek. He always found intriguing how her skin felt so smooth under his touch, and it made him wonder if all her skin would feel as soft. Disconnecting from her lips, he decided to discover it little by little as he moved to her neck and then left shoulder, making his way down her arm with peppering kisses. Once he started reaching her hand, he lifted it to have better access to it. There he gave her a stronger kiss as a gentleman would give a lady in the nineteenth century while looking straight into her eyes. Her lips were parted and her eyes, utterly focused in his every action. Placing her left hand carefully on her lap, he took her other hand and started making his way upwards. If his senses weren’t tricking him, he could feel her hair lifting at the sensation of his lips contacting her skin. At some point, he could even hear a low moan leaving her sweet lips just before he sealed them once again. Even though, he had started this, she seemed to be taking control over him little by little, from the insistence of her lips to the way her legs started to move upwards his own until they were encircling him. The kiss was becoming deeper each second and the unyielding grip of her legs was inducing Jimin to lose control over himself. He felt his erection growing harder and harder and if she didn’t stop right now, he would take her to the couch and finish what she had started. The moment her fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck, he lost it. Lifting her from the stool, he walked backwards towards the nearest couch until the back of his knees felt the surface and he sat down. The moment he fell into the soft surface, she disconnected from him. He looked at her, wondering what was going through her head. She looked somewhat troubled, and even though he was hard as hell right now, he decided to stop. She probably wasn’t ready, and he had to make sure she knew he was okay with it. Placing a strand of hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek with his thumb, he smiled sweetly at her. “I think that dose was enough for today,” he said.

She searched his eyes before nodding her head. “I shall follow the doctor’s strict indications.”

His smile grew. “Then, my patient, I believe it’s time to rest.”

* - * - * - * - *

You woke up to the annoying sound of your doorbell. You hated it when people rang your doorbell. You would rather hear a knock on your door than that stupid sound that only earned you headaches. Looking downwards, you saw Jimin’s hands hugging your abdomen. Detaching yourself tenderly, you tried to make your way out of your room and towards your front door before the sound of the doorbell woke Jimin up. You didn’t think much of it; well not until you realized who was the one on the other side of the door.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jin made his way past you before you had the chance to stop him.

Panic started taking over you as you realized the situation you were currently in. Running behind Jin, you quickly thought of closing your bedroom door before he had the chance to peek in and see Jimin laying in your bed.

Turning around you found him looking weirdly at you from the couch. “What’s up with you?” he said curiously at your sudden action.

“What?” you said looking elsewhere but at him, acting distractedly.

He looked at you closely, “Oh,” he gasped, “Were you…” he implied, but since you didn’t get his inquiry you waited for him to finish. “I didn’t know you liked that kind of stuff, Y/N,” he smirked.

Slowly but surely, you understood he was probably implying you were watching porn. “THAT’S NOT IT!” you silently screamed, minding not waking Jimin up. “It's just my room’s really…messy,” you tried. He clearly wouldn’t buy it, but you had to try making an excuse at least.

He raised his eyebrows but didn’t ask further. His interest was piqued by a magazine lying on your tea table. Taking it, he absentmindedly started reading over it.

Was he going to stay? You needed to get him out before he and Jimin had a confusing encounter. You weren’t worried of Jimin meeting Jin but of Jin seeing Jimin here when he shouldn’t be near you at all. Thinking on what to do to solve this, you concluded you must tell Jin. Tell him about Jimin to avoid future complications if you two were to be spotted by him, and considering you promised Jimin you would introduce them soon.

“Um Jin?” you tried regaining his attention. He spared you a glance before focusing once again in the magazine, “Yeah?”

Fidgeting with your shirt, you said the four words that would gain you his full attention, “We need to talk.”

A/N: The tension is in the air!!! Will Jin encounter Jimin? Will Y/N tell Jin the truth?

See you next chapter ;)

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spacerune · 5 years

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Meruem invites Pouf to play a game of Gungi to improve his skills :D

Thank you so much for the ask! I laughed and smiled so much at this I don’t think Meruem would ask Pouf to play Gungi for that reason, but I thought of another. I hope you think it’s fun!

This fic is completely silly, fluffy, and takes place in an everyone lives AU. I tried to be in character for everyone, but I took some liberties :)

(Not beta-read)

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Meruem stood for nearly five minutes at the door to Pouf’s room listening to the somber and tormented violin that emanated from it. He found the music to be breathtaking, but he also felt concern for his guard. Pouf was deeply troubled and had been since the palace invasion. Meruem knew why, but he was unsure of how to address it. He promised himself he would treat all of his guards with more care and compassion, but Pouf was a special case. He was more stubborn, emotional, and passionate than the others. Care and compassion alone might not be enough to console the morose guard.

This day, he figured he would try something new.

“Pouf,” Meruem called to him.

Pouf jumped from his seat in the window sill and nearly dropped his violin. “Forgive me, you startled me, Your Majesty.”

“I didn’t mean to surprise you. If you have a moment, may I ask you something?” Meruem continued.

Pouf placed down his instrument and kneeled. “Of course, Your Majesty. I am here to serve you. I am at your disposal whenever you need me.”

Meruem had been easing up on his guards for weeks. He had been giving them more free time and inviting them to join him and Komugi for various outings. Youpi and Pitou came to recognize the growing informality of their relationship, but Pouf had become more obedient than ever. Of course it didn’t help that he never joined in on any of those outings.

“That’s not necessary, Pouf. You may relax. I wanted to ask if you would like to play a game of Gungi with me?”

Pouf raised his head and widened his eyes. Meruem could sense the abrupt change in his guard’s emotions. “Me? With you? You want to play Gungi with me?”

Meruem couldn’t help but laugh at Pouf’s baffled response.

“I don’t mean to defy you, sir, but wouldn’t you rather play Gungi with Komugi?” Pouf questioned.

“Komugi is sick with the flu. She wanted to play so badly, but I told her she needed to rest in order to get better. She is finally sleeping now. But it got me to thinking, maybe you might like to play. You are a strategic thinker, I think you would enjoy the game.”

Pouf shook his head, “Sir, but I…I’m sure I would swiftly lose. It won’t be enjoyable for you.”

“You know the rules, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do but-”

“You might be better at it than you think!” Meruem smiled.

Meruem detected another change in his guard’s emotions. Pouf almost seemed happy. In turn, Meruem started to believe his strategy was working.

For the first time in months, Pouf smiled. “If you really think so. I am sorry for questioning your order. I will play Gungi with you until your heart’s content.”

“Pouf, this isn’t an order. I just thought this would be a fun way to spend time together. And just maybe I’ll learn some new tricks in Gungi.”

Pouf’s happiness blossomed into glee, but it was a glee tinged with a touch of uncertainty and anxiety.

“Your Majesty, I am so happy to hear that you wish to spend time with me. I am honored, but please do not get your hopes up, I doubt you can learn anything from me.”

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The king and his royal guard faced each other at the Gungi table. Pouf still wore a smile, and Meruem couldn’t be more pleased to see his guard in better spirits. In no time, both players had arranged their pieces on the board.

“Pouf,” Meruem said before the game began, “are you sure that’s the initial setup you wish to have?”

Pouf’s eyes shifted between his king and the board. “Is it a bad arrangement? I thought this was a decent start!”

Meruem shrugged and smirked, but did not answer the question.

“Oh,I see! This is a psychological tactic! You are trying to make me uneasy from the start so I will be unable to think clearly as I play!” Pouf chuckled, obviously satisfied with himself and the conclusion he came to.

Unfortunately for Pouf, it was not a psychological tactic, Meruem was trying to give his guard a hint before the game started. The game was over within minutes and Pouf never stood a chance of winning.

“I hate this game,” Pouf mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” Meruem asked.

Pouf unfolded his arms and loosened the pout he had been sporting, “Oh, I was just recalling that I was right. You couldn’t possibly learn anything from me in Gungi. Your skills are far superior to mine. I was foolish to ever try.”

“But did you have fun?”

“It was frustrating and now I feel I made a fool out of myself in front of you, sir.”

His loss in Gungi, caused Pouf to become melancholy once again. It was alarming how easily his mood was swayed by trivial successes and failures. He thanked the king for his time and moved to excuse himself, but before he could leave, he noticed Komugi in the entrance to the room.

“Pouf, would you like to learn how to play? I can show you! It’ll be fun!” Komugi said as more snot than usual oozed from her nostrils.

Meruem glanced up in alarm, not just because Komugi should have been in bed, but also because Pouf was evidently not in the mood to deal with her. It was a poisonous mix and Meruem did not want to be forced to adjudicate between the two.

“Komugi, you should rest. The flu is not to be taken lightly,” Meruem said gently.

“I’m fine! I promise! I’ll just sit and give some pointers, it won’t take much strength,” Komugi pleaded from the doorway.

As Komugi spoke, Pouf hastened to leave the room. He walked swiftly, but it was not swift enough to avoid an unhappy encounter with a robust sneeze on his hand and arm. Pouf froze, scowled, and clenched his fists.

“Pouf!” Meruem shouted before anything else could transpire. “She did not mean to sneeze on you. It was an accident. Do not be mad with her.”

Sighing, Pouf begrudgingly obeyed his king. “You are correct. Nevertheless, people with filthy viruses should be careful where they spread their infections.”

As Pouf left the room, Komugi called after him, “I’m sorry Pouf! I wasn’t thinking!”

Meruem approached Komugi and lifted her into his arms. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just a sore loser. But he is right, you shouldn’t be wandering about. Let’s get you back to bed.”

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The following afternoon, Meruem approached Pouf’s room, but rather than the sound of a violin, he heard Pouf exclaiming loudly about something.

“That stupid woman,” Pouf cried as he wiped snot from his nose, “first she makes me look like a fool, then she infects me with her filth. I’m not worthy of being a royal guard if I am so easily defeated! That filthy, horrible, stupid-”

“What stupid woman would that be, exactly?” Meruem called from the door.

Nearly choking on his own breath, Pouf kneeled immediately.

“Your Majesty!” he screeched and then coughed, “Please forgive my insolence. I have no right to refer to her that way. I am merely frustrated at my own failure. I am a royal guard, and yet here I am, sick with the flu.”

“I am going to tell you exactly what I told Komugi. Please just get some rest. I already knew you were sick. I checked on you this morning and you were asleep and hot with fever, so I decided to bring some things to help you feel better.” He placed a tray by Pouf’s side with hot tea and medicine.

“Your Majesty,” Pouf’s eyes watered and his lips trembled, “you are not supposed to be the one serving me. I’m supposed to serve you.”

Meruem patted Pouf on the head and said, “I’ve recently decided that I want to be kinder to my guards. So if I want to serve you when you are sick and being stupid, then so be it.”

Pouf had no words, only tears of joy.

“I do have one order, however. You need to stop being rude to Komugi.”

***

I hope you enjoyed this silly fic

#hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter spoilers #meruem #shaiapouf #komugi #i hope you think this is cute #fluff #and dumb stuff #i included a head pat #and lots of snot

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pearsonclaire1995 · 4 years

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notsoguiltykpop · 7 years

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Disposable pt13

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Jackson stood near Yoongi on the sidewalk while you brought the car around. Yoongi still wasn’t happy about his presence, but he had stopped telling him to go to hell, at least.

“You know, if you want to keep her, you’re going to have to do a lot better than you are right now.” Jackson said offhandedly.

“What are you talking about?” Yoongi grumbled.

“I’m talking about the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you. You do know that if the two of you would just talk like normal people do, all of your problems would go away, right?”

“And what would I tell her?” Yoongi asked, looking at him sideways. Jackson shrugged.

“You tell me.”

Yoongi looked like he was going to start cursing at Jackson again, but then he swayed dangerously and leaned on his shoulder, Jackson steadying him before he fell over. “I don’t know you.” He said, blinking blearily at Jackson, who raised his eyebrows.

“I’m aware.”

Yoongi shook his head. “I don’t know you, but you’re being nice. Why?”

Jackson shrugged. “Because your beautiful girlfriend would be sad if I treated you like shit.” Jackson waited for Yoongi’s reaction. What he told Yoongi was partially true—it really would upset you if he told Yoongi that he needed to straighten up and be kinder to you, the guy already looked like he might cry whenever he looked at you—but Jackson also had a soft spot for drunk people. That was probably why he was always the designated driver; he didn’t mind other people’s strange drunk shenanigans, and would just laugh and guide them home.

“Can I tell you something, Jeffery?” Yoongi asked.

“Jackson. My name is Jackson. And yes, you can.” Jackson was mostly holding Yoongi up now, and he was glad he was such a slight man—otherwise they might have a problem.

“I don’t know what to do. I like her, like, really really scary like her. But I shouldn’t. So I just...” Yoongi sniffed, and Jackson nodded sympathetically. So Yoongi was an emotional drunk.

“Maybe she likes you, too.” Jackson suggested.

“No, don’t say that.” Yoongi waved a hand at him, trying to stand properly by himself.

“Why?” Jackson pressed. He had to admit, after talking to you and seeing how much you cared for Yoongi, he was a little bit worried—he sounded like an asshole, and you sounded head-over-heals. But talking to Yoongi, seeing the way he looked at you, made him wonder how much more there was too it.

“Because. If she likes me… Either I’ll do something and she’ll leave, or one day she’ll realize that I’m not what she wants and that she’s miserable, or, or…” Yoongi looked more upset by the second, and Jackson decided that he really shouldn’t have asked.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Jackson said, patting Yoongi on the back gently—as wobbly as Yoongi was he didn’t want to knock off his balance. “For now, why don’t you just focus on not pushing her away. You’re going to lose her if you keep pulling shit like this.”

“I don’t want to lose her.” Yoongi said, so quietly that Jackson almost missed it. But Taehyungs rental car pulled up to the curb before he could say anything else, and you hopped out.

“He hasn’t been too much of a problem, has he?” You asked, and Jackson shook his head.

“Of course not. Are you sure you’re going to be able to get him in the house okay, though?”

You nodded, giving him a smile. Jackson always had been a worrier. “We’ll be fine. And thank you, Jackson. Not just for waiting with him, but for listening, too.”

Jackson laughed. “Don’t worry about it, I like listening to other people’s problems, they make mine seem like nothing in comparison. And hey, I’ll see you at Namjoons party.” He was about to give you a hug goodbye when Yoongi stepped in, pulling on your arm.

“Let’s go. I’m sleepy and I keep telling him to stop talking to you but he won’t.”

Yoongi mostly slept while he was in the car, occasionally rambling nonsense about someone named Minhyuk who wouldn’t stop texting him. At first, you thought getting him into the house wouldn’t be so difficult, but as soon as you parked he started wandering off towards the lake.

“Yoongi! Yoongi, where are you going?” You called after him, but were afraid being too loud—most of the lights were off in the house, and you wanted to avoid drawing attention to you and Yoongi. On the other hand, you had no idea if Yoongi had decided to go for a swim, which would be the worst idea possible at the moment.

Yoongi ignored you, instead walking to the waters end and sitting down.

“What are you doing?” You asked, and Yoongi looked up at you.

“Sitting. What did you think I was doing?” But there was no usual hint of sarcasm in his voice, just idle curiosity. “Will you sit with me?” He asked hesitantly, patting the ground beside him. You sighed, doing as he asked. Yoongi stared at the lake for several minutes without saying anything as you stretched your legs out in front of you.

“Do you think you’ll forgive me someday?” Yoongi asked eventually.

“Do you think you will forgive me?” You countered. A slow smile spread across his face and he looked over at you in the dim light of the moon.

“Maybe someday. This trip hasn’t been all bad.”

“Just mostly?” You guessed, and his smile faded.

“Mostly cruel and unusual punishment, yeah.” He leaned sideways, laying down so his head was in your lap and he could look up at the sky.

“Is that the big dipper?” He asked, pointing. You looked up, not sure where he meant.

“I have no idea.” You said after some thought.

“Me either.” Yoongi didn’t look particularly bothered.

“Do you really hate me, Yoongi?” You asked. You knew you should just drag him off the ground and put him in bed. Namjoon had always told you that it wasn’t fair to ask people about their feelings when they were drunk—he said people had a right to privacy, and you never knew if what they said was truly how they felt anyway. But the question slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, and Yoongi frowned at you.

“Hate you? Never. I don’t hate anyone.” He closed his eyes and shifted, getting more comfortable. His answer didn’t help much, but you supposed it might be for the better. Suddenly he froze, reopening his eyes to look at you.

“Do you hate me?” His eyes were wide, a fragility in them that you had never seen before.

“Of course not, Yoongi. In fact, I quite like you.” He probably wouldn’t remember in the morning, and you didn’t want to upset him.

Yoongi smiled at that. “I like you, too. I mean, when you’re not making me really angry. Which is most of the time. But sometimes I like you. Like right now.”

Absently, you brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. You hoped he wouldn’t remember any of this, but he was much easier to talk to drunk and sleepy than he was sober. “I’m going to miss you, Yoongi. I know I shouldn’t, but I will.”

“Don’t miss me.” Yoongi said, picking up one of your hands and lacing his fingers with yours. “I don’t want you to be sad because of me.”

“You’re kind of nice when you’re drunk.” You said with a laugh.

“And you’re kind of pretty when you laugh.” Yoongi stopped suddenly. “Don’t tell me I said that.”

“What?” Yoongi had officially stopped making sense.

“Don’t tell me in the morning that I complimented you. I’ll be very angry with myself, and I don’t want to get yelled at.” You laughed at how seriously he said such a nonsensical sentence. “You have to promise.” He said, untangling your hands and linking your pinky with his.

“Okay, I promise. But what if you ask in the morning?”

Yoongi shook his head. “No telling sober-me, even if I ask.”

You laughed, but agreed none the less.

“You said you like me?” Yoongi said after a second, and you hummed in affirmation. “I wish you didn’t.”

You felt your heart sink. He was drunk, you shouldn’t be listening to anything he said, and certainly shouldn’t be upset by it. “Why’s that?” You asked, though you didn’t really want to know.

“Because if you like me, you’ll stop liking me. I’d rather that you never liked me in the first place.” He looked and sounded like he was falling asleep as he spoke, and you ran your hand through his hair again.

“Who hurt you so bad, Min Yoongi?” You asked quietly, knowing you weren’t going to get an answer.

There was a foul taste in his mouth when Yoongi woke up. His head was killing him, and he felt sick. He groaned as he opened his eyes, light hurt and the room was full of it. It took him a moment to figure out where he was, and he blinked blearily at your sleeping form.

He didn’t remember getting in bed, but there he was, sleeping next to you with—what a surprise—his arm around your waist. He really needed to stop doing that. He remembered the restaurant, the video, you being mad at him for ignoring you the whole meal, and then the bar… Kind of. He remembered thinking about calling Minhyuk, and some random guy talking to you, but that was about it.

He propped himself up on his elbows and frowned at you. How many secrets he had told you? He would probably never know. He had a habit of telling people not to tell Sober-Yoongi what Drunk-Yoongi said, mostly because he didn’t want to deal with whatever embarrassing things he had said or done while intoxicated.

Normally it wouldn’t matter—as long as he didn’t give people the information to his bank account, what was the harm? But there was no telling what he might have said to you. Judging by the fact that he was in the same bed as you made him hopeful that he hadn’t said anything too horrible, but that could be just because you didn’t want your brothers to be suspicious. He fell back on the bed face down, pulling a pillow over his head. He shouldn’t have had so much to drink—shouldn’t have had anything to drink, really. There was every chance that your brothers had seen him, and who knows what he might have said to them, too. He might just lose his job after all.

Yoongi felt you begin to stir, and he wished he had a little more time to get his thoughts in order before he had to deal with whatever lecture you were about to give him—and he was sure you would. He had been pretty shit to you the previous night, it would only be fair.

“Good morning.” You said, still sounding mostly asleep.

“Nothing good about it.” Yoongi grumbled before he could stop himself. But his head hurt, and he still felt nauseous, so he felt that some complaining should be allowed—even if it was his own fault.

To Yoongi’s surprise, you laughed. It was such a pretty sound, one that he wouldn’t mind hearing more often—He shook himself. He needed to stop thinking things like that!

“You stay here, I’ll get you some coffee and something for your headache.” You said quietly, and he felt the bed shift again as you got up. Yoongi peaked at you from under his pillow.

“You aren’t mad.” He said, and you looked over at him from the door that was already partially open. You were still wearing your pajamas, your hair pulled up in a messy bun. It made his heart hurt (or maybe that was also part of the hangover—that’s what he told himself) and he knew he needed to do something about his damn feelings. If only there was a switch that he could flip that would make them stop. But he knew there was no such thing, and he would just have to get over you.

“Why would I be mad?” You asked, your head tilting to the side. “Should I be?” You looked mildly amused, and Yoongi shook his head (and stopped abruptly because it made the room spin).

“No, I just… I didn’t say anything… weird… last night, did I?”

A small smile pulled at your lips. “You told me not to tell you.” Yoongi pulled the pillow back over his eyes, and after a second he heard the door click shut behind you.

A/N So I was planning to get to the angst in this chapter, but it somehow ended up 2k words long and still wasn’t there, so I decided that it’ll just have to wait. So more fluff! Kind of? Poor Yoongi semi-confessed, and Reader knows a little bit more about how he feels--but will that change anything? Let me know who you think is going to ruin everything, Reader or Yoongi? I’m curious what you think! Thank you for reading and all the support! Also, please show Admin Marie and Admin Bread lots of love! They’re new to the blog, and it’d be great for you guys to get to know them! <3 <3 <3

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