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elaineplayz · 3 years

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Feels Like I’m Cheating On You

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Pairing: Bakugou x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (Sorry, I can’t write an Angst without a Fluff, my heart couldn’t take it)

Warning: Slight KiriBaku (No, Kiri and Baku didn’t like each other here, they’re just bros here!), and Heartbroken Izuku (Not physically, but because that he realized that Y/N didn’t love him in a romantical way), Yelling, Cussing, no censor at the bad words, Couple Fight, Broke up, Suicidal attempts.

Word Count: 2102 Words

About Y/N

Name: Y/N Shinsou

Quirk: Time Manipulation, she could make thing grow older, or younger. It’s also working to living thing, human it’s not an exception so she could heal them, or herself. She also can fix broken thing. She also can make time go to yesterday, or tomorrow, but of course, she cant make people forget about what happened about today just because she reverse the time. She could time teleport, but she can do it just for 4 hours, if more than it, her nose and mouth will started to bleed, and she will feel a very painful dizziness.

Related to: Hitoshi Shinsou (Cousin from F/N’s twin), Todoroki Shoto (Cousin from M/N’s cousin, Rei) and All Might (Uncle from M/N)

Get into U.A. by: Recommendation

Childhood friend of Midoriya and Bakugou

Height: 5'7 (170 cm)

Hobby: Creating songs, play music. Yea, she get along with Jirou very well

Y/N’s POV

Huft, who knows that working at Sir Nighteye’s agency will be this tiring. Saving Eri… Poor girl, she have to be an experiment tool since her childhood. I want to tell Katsuki, Hitoshi or Shoto but we have to keep this secret…

“Shinsou-san!” Iida called me.

“Yes Iida-kun?”

“Can you give this to Aizawa-sensei? If the Class Rep can’t doing his job, of course the Class Deputy is going to do that right?”

I sighed. Who the hell voted me? I didn’t asked to be voted, why do they vote me? There’s Momo that more responsible, I want to hand this job to her, but I realized this will be good for be a leader experience.

I nodded than take the documents.

“Arigatou Shinsou-san!”

“Ah, Douita! Well, gotta go”

After I gave the document, I walked to my dorm, but…

“Y/N!!!” Mina hugged me; she’s shaking.

“Yes, Mina?”

“C-can you help me?” She asked

“About-?”

“I just spill Uraraka’s juice!”

“Uraraka’s? Oh shit, you’re really messed up” I replied, while she dragged me into Momo’s room. I saw Momo shaking, and I look at the juice bottle.

Oh, Momo didn’t know where to buy that juice isn’t she?

I touched the juice and the bottle, then the juice is getting inside the bottle, that are floating. After the juices get all in, the bottle is already on the table.

“Thank you, Y/N!” Momo bowed.

“Hey no problem! Quit that bowing shit!”

“I don’t know how to say thanks, so take this!” Momo started to create something. And when its done, she gave me an… ENERGY BAR? She’s really a ‘Class’s Mom’, I wonder why they didn’t chosen her.

“Thanks, Momo” I walked into my dorm room, take a bath, then I get down waiting for dinner.

“Y/N-Chan, what do you think Lunch Rush’s Chef will cook for us?” Asked Izuku

“I dunno, what I know is I’m hungry, and I just wanna eat” I replied

Izuku chuckled, I’m the only girl that he can talk with normally, cuz he always got all flustered with other girls.

*Bruk*

Kaminari accidentally dropped a mug full of hot tea at my lap.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yelled at Kaminari, seriously?

“I’M SORRY!” Kaminari apologized, while he’s trying to clean the mess.

“Huft, no need to clean this, I reverse this thing’s time” I started to see the mug is go to Kaminari’s hand, when the tea is get into the mug, and my baggy pants started to dry.

-After eating-

What a terrible day. I get into my room; I look at my messy room. Ugh, I’mma clean this room. After I cleaned the room, maybe it takes 15-30 Minutes to clean my mess. I was going to sat at my bed and then…

*Kreet*

Katsuki… I hope he wont make me mad, today is the worst, don’t make it even worser. I look at Katsuki, he look bruised here and there.

“Welcome back, How’s training?” I asked.

“Shitty”

“Oh my, you’re bruised here and there!” I started to take a med kit.

“Shut up” He glared.

“What-?”

“I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He yelled.

“I only commented! Let me heal y- “He stitched his hand from me.

“Don’t touch me”

I inhaled.

“I’M JUST WORRIED, OKAY? I’M JUST GOING TO HEAL YOU, WHY DID YOU ALWAYS TAKE IT WITH EGO?!” I yelled.

Katsuki glared daggers at me, his eyes widened, explosion started to form.

I’m really pissed and disappointed right now, because of that, tears started to rush down from my eyes.

“Get out, WE ARE OVER!”

Katsuki’s eyes started to look disappointed, why? I don’t know. “Did you just broke up with me?”

“Yea”

“Goodbye…” “Goodbye… Bakugou”

Bakugou stomped away from my room.

Bakugou’s POV

I started to make explosion using my hand, Y/N looked at me with a disappointed look, tears started to form at her eyes. My expression softened.

“Get out, WE ARE OVER!” She yelled.

My eyes widen, my expression hardened.

“Did you just broke up with me?”

“Yea”

“Goodbye…” “Goodbye… Bakugou”

My heart is broken into pieces, even maybe her quirk couldn’t fix it.

I stomped away from her room, little that she know, I started crying after I get out from her room.

I get into my room, there’s Pinky, Earphone, Soy-Face, Dunce-Face, and Shitty Hair.

“We heard you and Shinsou’s yells. So, you two broken up?” Dunce Face spoke up.

“You should’ve known that she has a bad day, she’s a lil grumpy today. Ofc some of us haven’t noticed, because it’s just a little. She couldn’t stop swearing or mumbling under her breath” Earphone added.

“But Bakugou, I’m sure you two will make up again” Soy face assured.

“I don’t think so- “Pinky mumbled. I choose to ignore it

“Bakubro, if you need a shoulder to cry, you have us!” Shitty Hair grinned with his stupid grin.

I walked to him and cries, and the rest of them started to hugging us.

But why it feels like I’m cheating on Y/N? I’m just hugging Shitty Hair; we even didn’t have any romantic relationship…

Izuku’s POV

Broke up? Kacchan and Y/N?

I don’t know I should be happy or sad…

I liked her since childhood…

Flashback

“Are you alright?” I asked to Kacchan.

“DEKUUU!” Kacchan’s face started to redden because of anger, and he explode my face, hopefully he didn’t draws any blood there.

“Kacchan! What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N ran to me and Kacchan. She used her quirk to heal me.

“Why did you even be friend with a quirkless useless loser like him?!” Kacchan replied.

“A quirkless people isn’t useless! God is create all of this, and all of them is not useless! His dream is to be a hero, but hero is not as simple as have a cool quirk and fight villains! Our parents is our hero, even if their job isn’t a hero! Even if our parents is a villain, they brought us here! To the world! Even if Izuku is just a Quirkless Useless Loser, I rather be friend with him than with a Quirky Mean Bully like you!” She defended me.

Flashback End

She also preventing me from suicide.

Flashback

Kacchan walked away with his gank, there’s only me and Y/N left in the classroom. I stared blankly to the window. I walked and thinking about Kacchan’s ‘advice’. I climbed to stand at the window, my feet is going to step forward but-

“IZUKU DON’T!” Y/N pulled me inside the classroom.

“Why do you care?” I asked.

“You’re my only bestfriend, Izu! If you committed suicide, you’ll leave me here! Don’t, don’t do it just because that Meanie Pomeranian said so!” She cried.

“Sorry” I hugged her.

Flashback End

When she said that I can be a hero to All Might

Flashback

“He can be a hero! C’mon Uncle! If you can, why he can’t?”

“Y/N- “All Might looked at Y/N. Wait, he knew Y/N’s name?

“It’s his dream since childhood you know?!”

Flashback End

Maybe I should visit her now-? Or tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow, she hated when someone came at her when she’s absolutely pissed, the only person she’d let to interacting with her is only Todoroki-kun and Shinsou-kun.

Y/N’s POV

After Bakugou left my room, I jumped to my bed then cried…

*Knock knock*

“Get in” I answered.

I saw Shoto and Hitoshi came in, Hitoshi hugged me.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to question how can I came here.” Hitoshi smiled, I hugged him back. I looked at Shoto, he’s only looked at his hand, then hugged me too.

Shoto’s POV

I heard Y/N and Bakugou argued, they never been like this before. And when I heard Y/N’s sobs, I call Shinsou, even if my room is next to her room, I still can’t make people feels better.

“Hello Shinsou?”

“Oh, it’s you, what happen to Y/N?” Shinsou asked.

“How did you know it’s about her?”

“C’mon, it’s obvious. You wouldn’t need me if it’s not ‘bout Y/N.” He chuckled.

“Bakugou and Y/N broke up, I heard her sobs”

“What!? That rude bastard… Since I first met him in front of your class, I already know that he’s the worst! And when I found out that he’s dating Y/N, I already have a bad feeling!” Shinsou started to cuss. Shinsou is very protective about Y/N, not mentioning that I’m protective either.

“Open the front dorm door” Shinsou said.

“Since when you already there?! Ok wait!” I’m surprised, he’s fast.

I walked too 1st Floor, there I saw Iida and Yaoyorozu looked at the door, looking suspicious.

“Oh Todoroki-kun! I’m glad you’re here! I’m kinda suspicious, someone knocked the door! It’s not normal for Aizawa-sensei too go to our dorm at night!” Iida explained.

“No need to be suspicious, it’s just Shinsou” I replied.

“Shinsou-kun? Oh… Yea I understand”

I opened the door, Shinsou stomped in, ignoring Iida and Yaoyorozu.

Next Day

Y/N’s POV

I use my U.A. Uniform, take my suitcase (Hero Suitcase, y’know, that one if we open the suitcase, there’s the hero costume), and I go to the first floor, waiting for Izuku, Kirishima, Uraraka and Tsu.

“Oi Shinsou!” Kirishima called.

“Yeah?”

“Take this” He gave me an energy bar.

“Woah thanks”

“No problem, we have no time to take breakfast after all” He grinned with a sharky tooth grin.

“Guys let’s go!” Uraraka run at us, followed by Izuku and Tsu.

We have a meeting with heroes, plus Aizawa-sensei, after that Izuku asked something to me.

“Umm… Y/N, I have something to say” Izuku’s face redden immediately.

“Okay, what it’s about?” I asked, confused.

“I heard, you and Kacchan broke up yesterday, I’m sorry! I just wanna tell you that I already have feelings for you since childhood! Please date me! I know, it’s like I’m using the situation, but when I wanna confess to you, Kacchan and you already dating! I know you didn’t like me in that way, but please give me a chance!” Izuku’s face being as red as Kirishima’s hair.

I don’t know what makes me give him a chance…

“Okay Izu, I gave you the chance” I answered.

“Really? Thank you!” Izuku hugged me.

but I didn’t know that Kirishima is watching us.

Izuku grab my hand and walked home, I mean to the dorms.

But when he grab my hand its feels like I’m cheating on Bakugou

Everytime Izuku and I talk, my mind is always thinking about Bakugou… Yea I know… I’m still in love with him but I cant handle his anger anymore, I’m DONE. After saving Eri and U.A. School Festival, I write a song script, and then I take my guitar and stated to sing.

“It started with a kiss

On our dorm’s couch

2012 was nothing serious

And then we caught the feels

It got really real

Too good to be true

I guess I thought you was, yeah”

I sighed, then continued

“Why did I run away, run away, run away?

Oh, your love was everything, everything, everything

I know it's gettin' late, gettin' late, gettin' late

But can I still be on my way, on my way? Yeah~?”

I sobbed

“I know I said, ‘Goodbye’, and, baby, you said it too…

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you

I thought that I'd be better when I found someone new

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you”

Katsuki, do you feel this too?

“Baby, now, oh, cheating on you

Baby, now

But when I touch him, I feel like I'm cheating on you”

I stopped, because Izuku opened my door.

“Y/N… you know, I already think about this…” Izuku’s voice sounded sad.

“About?”

“I realized that you still loved Kacchan, and Kacchan is always glanced at you, but not with a hateful expression, but missing someone expression.” Izuku started.

“So, I think we should broke up, I didn’t want to hurt myself more seeing this. I’ll try move on and make you two together” He grinned, but his eyes is not smiling.

“I’m sorry Izuku, I’m sorry for trying to use you as tool to get over my love for Bakugou!” I cried.

“It’s okay Y/N-san, love can’t be forced”

“So, you’re still in love with me huh?” I heard a familiar voice, I looked at the door.

“B-Bakugou?”

“Dumbass” He muttered, than hugged me.

“I’m also still in love with you”

“B-“

“Katsuki, now, we’re dating again, right?”

I nodded. I forgot that Izuku is still here, watching me and Katsuki with a heartbroken look.

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willddheartt · 3 years

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24 Days | Wilbur Soot

30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right? It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.

You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…

Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.

Word Count: 1685

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24 Days

It was Friday, you were in the middle of doing your two-hour-long stream that you did every Friday. Since you took weekends off from your own streams you did a long one every week. It worked out, you seemed to get a lot more views on Friday anyways. All the donos seemed to ask about you and Wilbur, you forced a smile to tell everyone you guys were well and that you’re very happy together. The viewers seemed to be happy with your responses and didn't catch you falter. You were on the DreamSMP cleaning up things and repairing things from any creeper explosions, as having holes in the walkways annoyed you to no end because it didn't look pleasing to the eye. Many ties you were passed by Fundy, Tubbo, and even Tommy. The in-game chat stated to be spammed by Tommy, VC 2 VC 2 VC 2 over and over again.

“Well chat, let’s see what Tommy wants,” You giggled and switched to discord. “Hello Tommy,” You smiled, wondering what type of shenanigans he was up to today, you noticed he was also streaming so you knew it was something that was going to be very entertaining to the stream. “Y/N!” He yelled “Tommy!” You yelled back, matching his energy. “How do you do?” His sudden calm tone almost made you burst into a fit of laughter. “I do well, Thomas. What are you up to tonight?” You asked, smiling to yourself when using his full name. “Well, you see, Y/N. See here’s the thing. I am out of supplies, I don’t even have iron to my name Y/N-” “Do you want me to help you get some?” You offered, cutting him off “Well, actually I was hoping you could just give me some.” “Tommy,” You laughed, “That’s- unfortunately, that not how it works my friend.” You paused, taking a sip of your water, “I am more than willing to help you go mining, I know a pretty good spot actually, but I’m not going to just give you stuff for nothing.” “C’mon Y/N you could write it off your taxes as a charity donation,” You had to give it to him, although Tommy could be annoying at times he was so effortlessly funny, you were almost certain that he didn't even have to try.

“Ah yes, hang on let me see what I have to give to Tommy’s charity fund,” You laughed, looking through your inventory, pondering for a few moments, making it look like you were going to give him half your stack of iron only our stream before clicking to the three seeds you’d picked up some time ago and throwing them at his feet. His character's head went from looking at you to the seeds, then back to you and back to the seeds again, you pulled up his stream on your other monitor so you could see his face, trying so hard to not burst out into laughter when you saw his unamused look.

Feeling bad you pulled up a donation, giving Tommy Five bucks so the text-to-speech would work, “Tommy Charity Fund.” You sent and waited for it to go through. He paused, hearing the dono tts voice, before looking back up at you in the game. “Fuck you,” He said running away. You couldn't suppress your laughter any longer and it all fell out at once, chat exploded into laughter and emotes, everyone found it hilarious.

A few seconds after you were still in the voice chat with Tommy, he had ventured off to go mining, I guess stealing from people wasn't going well. Since the last war, nobody has really been gathering supplies, taking a break from the lore to just get things done around the server. Tommy still bringing up the ‘charity fund’ you found it hilarious.

“You’re a bitch you know that,” He mumbled, you knew he was only joking, with Tommy you never took anything to heart, if he had a true problem with you, you know he would message you privately. “Tommy,” Wilbur's voice came over discord, making you jump slightly. “Hi Wilbur,” He said, sounding like a little kid when their mom gets them in trouble. “Apologize to Y/N.'' Wilbur's voice was playful, yet stern, sounding exactly like the older brother who was put in charge of his younger siblings.

After a second, you could see Tommy bow his head on his stream that was still pulled up on your other monitor. “Sorry, Y/N. You’re not a bitch.” He said “It’s okay Tommy,” You chuckled “Thank you.” Spoke Wilbur before leaving the voice chat.

You and Tommy stayed on call until his stream ended. You were left alone, talking to your chat. Without anyone else there to keep a consistent conversation you started to daze off, forgetting you were on stream, yawning and leaning forward onto your desk. Your back hurt from how long you’d been sat in front of the monitor.

Your discord made a noise again, but this time you didn’t bother tabbing out to see who had joined. “Hey, Y/N,” Wilburs soft voice came across your headphones “Will,” You smiled, sitting up “You look tired, how long have you been up?” He asked

You looked at the clock, it was only 11 PM but you could have sworn it was later. “Since one,” “AM or PM?” Will asked You looked down, “AM,” You mumbled. “You should go to bed,” He said You sighed, knowing he could break you eventually, as your eyelids were drooping shut and your eyes were burning. “Its not even that long, Wil, I’m fine.” You argued

“How long have you been streaming?” Wilbur asked “I’m almost at my five hour mark, I’m like forty-five minutes away,” “End your stream early and get ready for bed than we can chat,” His voice was soft and warm speaking over your stream, your chat exploded, loving Wilbur and you together. “But I’m so close, just a few more minutes,” You sighed, tabbing out of your game and switching the stream to a full face cam. “I’m sure they wont mind if you end a little early, you've been streaming for a while, love.” He continued, slowly wearing you down. “I can even entertain your chat for a bit while you go get ready for bed, or even make yourself a cup of tea, then when you come back, it will be close enough that you can end the stream, how does that sound?” You sighed, knowing he had won. You looked at chat and back to the timer of how long you've been on stream, “Okay.” You nodded.

“Alright Chat, I’m sorry for ending early but you heard the man. Next week will be extra long to make up for this, I promise.” You said, looking at the chat, everyone was spamming ‘goodnight’ and ‘goodbye’ “It was nice spending this fine evening with you all, but I must go now, I will see everyone Monday. Bye!” You ended stream

“Hi, Wilbur,” You smiled to yourself after ending stream “I’m going to call your number now, and you can go get ready for bed, okay?” He said “Alright, Wil,” you nodded, closing all the windows you had open on your pc.

After shutting everything off you grabbed what you needed and went to the bathroom. Wilbur called you halfway through taking your makeup off, you had eyeliner smudged all around your eyes when you answered his facetime. When his face popped up on your screen, he was wearing his glasses and a big smile, his hair was a mess and he was already in bed.

“Getting ready for bed?” He asked, as if he didn't already know. “Of course,” You shook your head, leaning closer to the mirror making sure you had all the bits of makeup taken off before washing your face with warm water Picking up your phone you held up a peace sign, making Wil laugh and attempt to take a sneaky screenshot. “Hey, no, delete that, I look terrible.” You quickly argued after hearing the noise. “You do not.” He was fast to respond. “You look refreshed, you're glowing.” you shook your head at him as you walked back to your room through the dark house.

Your roommate had already gone to bed, close to an hour ago. You were always the last person up, being an internet person with many American friends who are in a different time zone and a night owl at heart. You flopped down into your soft pillows, pulling your duvet over yourself and propping your phone up on your laptop so you could still see Wilbur and he could see you. You pulled the corner of the blanket up to hide your face.

“Don't do that, I want to see your face,” Wilbur frowned. “No you don’t,” You shook your head “Yes,” He spoke, “I do.” You moved the blanket so it wasn't all the way covering your face but it was still pulled up enough that your shoulders were covered. “You realize next week you’ll be here for your stream?” Wilbur said. “I do now,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I didn't think of that,” “Its okay, you can stream from my computer,” He smiled. “It will surprise chat,” “Oh my god, can you imagine, they're going to go crazy,” You chuckled “They will,”

Wilbur continued to tell you about how he was truly getting excited to have you meet him in person, but his soft voice had been lulling you to sleep, your eyelids struggling to stay open and your warm bed weighing you down. Eventually you were out. Wilbur didn't notice until he asked you a question and did not respond. Your laptop screen was still shining light on you, and he saw you were asleep against the black screen, smiling at you. He snuck another screenshot, making sure the sound was off this time.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said sweetly before getting comfortable in bed himself and slowly drifting off.

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nakedmossy · 4 years

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Depth Over Distance - Part Nine [Rudy x Reader]

[A/N: Alright. So I know the last part was tough and I wont lie and say its all sunshine and roses from here, but I hope this part gives you a little bit of a breather. Enjoy it while it lasts.... Peace and love, Mossy x]

You resurfaced.

Open your eyes. Ouch. Okay you’re not blind so that’s good.

Blood on your head, dried, you could smell burning plastic and raw metal and gas. It was dark out. Your body screamed at you in pain.

You moved, slowly, dear god it hurt to move.

Your hand to your forehead, dried blood. Your fingers, your toes, everything moving? Good. Okay next…legs. Can you move them? They hurt. But they’re moving. Arms? Obviously, you were lifting them to touch things. Are you breathing normal? No…there is definitely something wrong with your breathing. Or are you just panicking? Calm down. Control you’re breathing or everything goes.

Alright. Good. Next.

Straighten your back…yep. Okay, slowly now. Don’t move too fast. Where are you? You’re on the road. Right…okay but are you? Too dark to see…angle of the car is wrong but you’re not upside down. Try the handle. Okay that worked…the door is ajar already? Odd. Where is your phone? You’re so dizzy. Okay breathing…slow down slow down slow down. Calm. Relax. You’re okay.

Just…find your phone. Don’t cut your hands on the glass. Airbag is deflated and in the way. This is too difficult. Okay. Climb out first, take a deep breath. Then find your phone.

You climbed out of the car, slowly, using the dented frame of the door to pull and the seat to push. You were so dizzy that even moving as slow as you were you felt like you were on a roller coaster. This was bad. You groaned and held your breath until you were standing on your feet and took a shaky step away from the car, your hand moving to your forehead, feeling wet blood as your head started to pound. Shit.

You stood still for a few moments, focusing on your breathing and calming your nerves, tuning yourself to your surroundings. How far had you driven? Had you hit something? What happened?

Confused, you opened your eyes and looked around, feeling blood dripping down the side of your face. It was pitch black out, but one of your headlights was still on, allowing enough light to show you that you had spun 180 and hit the ditch. Okay, for sure the car was wrecked, but it wasn’t actually that bad. You let out a sigh and felt a pang in your side, flinching. You needed to find your phone, you needed to call for help.

As you walked slowly around the passenger side you realized it had stopped raining, but a fog had settled into the valley around the trees making it impossible to tell what part of the road you were actually on. You tried to think…you had probably driven 30-40 minutes before you crashed. You were closer to the cell tower than you were the cabin. You needed to find your phone, get to the clearing, and call someone.

Why were you shaking? God it was cold out.

Your mouth started to chatter uncontrollably and you felt yourself shiver from the wet cold air. You needed to hurry up. You cried out in pain as you tried to open the passenger door but couldn’t, your rib screaming in protest. Of course you couldn’t open it, the handle was broken. Idiot.

You hobbled back to the driver’s side and crawled slowly back into your seat, watching the broken glass from the windshield and careful not to slip onto it. You moved your hand slowly along the side of the seat and on the floor, finally feeling it nestled near the emergency break. You grabbed it and sat back in your seat, a shaky breath escaping your lips. Thank god. Thank god thank god.

You illuminated the screen and felt your stomach drop. It was 9:34 pm and the battery was at 6%. Alright. Time to get moving.

As you walked towards the road you realized how painful it was to move this much. You clenched your jaw and pressed your lips shut as you pushed forward along the side of the dark dirt road, the parts illuminated by your broken headlight were fading. As you felt tears well up in your eyes you looked up at the sky, the moon full overhead, and let yourself cry quietly, your lip quivering.

It was pain, shock, and adrenaline that was making this difficult but it was the same three things that kept pushing you forward.

Your Vans drug along the road loudly, rocks and dirt kicked up behind you as you left a trail of footprints leading away from the car. You wiped some of the blood and tears from your face and felt sounds escape you as you struggled to walk in a straight line and stay on the road in the dark. You heard something rustle in the tree line beside the road and a chill travelled up your spine, you had to keep moving.

After a long hour of blindly walking down the road trying to ignore how stiff your neck was and how much your ribs hurt you felt your phone buzz in your hand and your heart skip a beat. Service. You stopped walking and lifted your phone up, your hands shaking, as you saw the bars appear. Your breathing was rapid and your body started to shake again, you were almost unable to unlock it. 1% battery.

“Fuck” You cried through the line of spit that formed on your lips as your eyes filled with tears again.

You were losing it. Calm down. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking, no matter how hard you tried. You opened the phone app and began to dial the only number you could coherently remember, swearing in panic and frustration as your fingers dialed wrong digit after wrong digit. The red glow of the battery in the top corner was mocking you, you felt your mind spiraling. A drop of blood fell from your forehead onto the glass of the screen, you finally got the number correct and hit the green dial button.

You lifted it shakily to your ear and held your breath as you heard it connect, the first ring, the second ring, and then you heard his voice.

“Hey, you’ve reached Rudy’s phone, don’t leave a message unless it’s good news.” Beep.

You stuttered, panic overcoming you as you realized you had wasted the only call your battery would allow on a voicemail. Your broken breath was the only thing coming out. You forced out a sound, which was the start of a hysterical cry, and said his name.

“Rudy” You whispered into your phone, your hope dissolving around you rapidly. “Please- hiccup –help me….I, -hiccup- in an accident… my head is-”

You saw the screen darken from your peripherals as the battery died. You pulled it away from your ear and squeezed it so hard your whole arm shook violently as a sob that turned into a scream tore itself out of your throat. You sank to your knees, staring at the black screen, feeling an overwhelming dizziness pass through you. You needed to….you just needed to….rest. You felt your phone slip from your hands as you hit the ground.

“Miss? Can you hear me?” Someone shook your shoulders gently.

You tried to open your eyes but they were sore, your head was sore, everything was sore. You managed to open one, slowly, daylight blinding you. A shape hovered over you, large.

“Don’t move, alright?” The voice spoke again. You wanted to say something but you couldn’t. You felt arms under your back and legs, and then you were moving. Someone was lifting you. This never ending week kept getting weirder.

“It’s alright, we’re just going to my truck. Can you feel your legs?” You managed to nod your head as your eyes started to open, realizing what was happening.

You tried to speak again, your lips stuck together, the skin peeling apart painfully.

“Where am I” You managed, your voice thick and gravelly.

“It’s alright, I think you were in a bit of an accident.” The man said again, then stopped talking as you heard a door open. He carefully placed you in a seat and backed up a step as you opened your eyes, lifting a hand to your forehead. “Do you remember what happened?” He asked.

You cleared your throat painfully and blinked a few times, pivoting your head slightly to look at him. He was tall, and large…bearded, graying hair. Maybe 60? Your chest rose and fell slowly as you tried to even out your breath. You nodded your head and swallowed.

“I crashed” You said quietly. The man let out a single chuckle and crossed his arms.

“I gathered that much. Found your car down the road. How long you been out here?”

“I don’t know…what time is it?”

“8 am, give or take…pretty nasty bump on your head there. Where on earth were ya going?” He asked, almost amused, but slightly concerned.

“Cellphone…um, the tower.” You looked around, there was a giant satellite radio attached to his dashboard and you noticed he was wearing a beige uniform. “Who are you?”

The man smiled, he had a kind albeit aged and rough looking face.

“Peter” He said nodding at you. “I’m with USDA. I was doing my rounds of the gates when I found you. We’ve had some problems with the hunters leaving them open round here lately. Don’t suppose that’s what you were doing though.” He let out a small grumbling laugh.

“Hmm” You breathed out, trying to laugh, but just making a grunting noise. “Can I use your phone?” You looked at him and waited, your head moving around like your neck had lost all the muscle to support it.

“I radioed the tow company a few minutes ago, but I only got that radio right there on the dash, which I doubt will be too much use to you. I can take you down to the gas station at the railroad check point, they should have a phone you can use.”

You thought for a moment and closed your eyes, starting to feel nausea as your body woke up from the shock and your breathing slowed.

“Actually…would you mind just taking me home? I’m just in a cabin down the road...”

The man watched you carefully, his arms still crossed, his forehead pinched.

“You sure? I think you should probably get that checked out.” He nodded at your head wound. You hadn’t even seen yourself yet. You nodded anyways. “Alright then” He said, closing your door gently and rounding the front of his truck to climb into the driver seat.

As he put the truck in gear you felt yourself drifting off, the darkness washing around you again.

“You alright?” You heard Peter say, but his voice was a thousand miles away.

When you woke up, it was to the sound of the truck door opening and mixed voices talking quickly, metal creaking, someone reaching across you to undo your seat belt. You slowly blinked your eyes open and squinted to try and focus, you could see a woman with a blue shirt on, and a man behind her also with a blue shirt on.

“Hey honey” The woman said slowly. “Can you hear me?”

You nodded, groaning as a shot of pain went through your head.

“Alright, easy now. You’re at the hospital, we’re going to help you down onto this stretcher here and then were gonna bring you inside with us and take a look at that bump on your head okay?” You couldn’t really talk or nod or be useful to communicate in any way so you simply tried smiling at her. “Alright good, you’re doing great. Here you come” You felt multiple arms and hands and bodies around you, then you were laying on a stretcher. This was a weird day.

They wheeled you inside, you pinched your eyes closed as the fluorescent lights flashed above you. Your head was so, so sore.

“Y/N? HEY, get off me. I know her, I’m her…wait, stop. Y/N!” The voice shouted.

Were you dreaming?

“Rudy?” You said in a low hazy voice, trying to open your eyes and move. A heavy hand pressed your shoulder down firmly into the stretcher as you kept moving down the hall.

You didn’t hear the voice again so you knew you had made it up. Your head injury must be worse than you thought.

After a few hours of X-Rays and scans and injections of blessed, sweet pain killers and wheeling from one section of the hospital to the next, they helped you up from the stretcher and bandaged the wound on your forehead. It had been worse than you thought, a large gaping cut that stretched from the middle of your eyebrows and down your cheek, and both your eyes were bruised, small glass cuts littered the skin on your face and neck, arms and hands. Thankfully no internal issues or trauma, nothing really aside from surface damage.

You sat, finally coherent and hydrated and clean, waiting for the discharge nurse. As she came in with the clipboard, she didn’t close the curtain behind her.

“Did you get a hold of my parents?” You asked, your voice tired and gravelly and weak.

“Your brother did, he’s here to pick you up.” She smiled, reviewing your chart.

You looked at her for a moment, expressionless, then cocked your head to the side and began to say that you didn’t have a brother, but the words died in the air when you saw his blonde hair appear from around the curtain.

You felt a shutter rock through you as the oxygen was sucked out of the room, Rudy’s concerned face breaking when he saw you. He moved briskly past the nurse and in one swift motion enclosed you in the most gentle bone crushing hug he was capable of in that moment. Neither of you spoke or moved or did anything but breathed shakily into each other’s necks.

“You’re here” You said without air, unbelieving.

Rudy didn’t answer, he just nodded, unrelenting in his hug. He moved his face out of the crook of your neck and placed his cheek against the side of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair and trembling.

“I’ll give you a moment” The nurse said as she slipped out of the room and pulled the curtain closed behind her.

You felt like you were going to hyperventilate, your chest was rising and falling so rapidly. Rudy pulled back enough to examine your face, his hands cradling the un-bruised parts of your cheeks.

“You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here. How did you know where I was?” Your voice was scarce and your throat constricted painfully.

“Your voicemail” He said quickly, his heart beating rapidly and his hands shaking. “I um…..I started driving as soon as I got it.”

“Yeah but I didn’t say where I was…my phone died.”

“I knew” He shrugged a shoulder as he bit his top lip, a shaky breath exhaling quickly, sounds coming out of his throat that resembled squeaks and groans. “I went to the cabin and when you weren’t there I started driving around, I found your car. I thought you were…” A shiver passed through him. “Y/N, I…was it, it wasn’t…”

You felt a pain deep in your gut at that moment as you understood what he was trying to ask. You could see the fear and the guilt and the anguish clear in his eyes. He thought you had crashed on purpose.

“No, no god no. It wasn’t like that. I swear.”

“Then what were you doing?” His voice cracked, and you felt something shift in your stomach.

“I was…going to the cell tower to call you.” Your voice cracked as you flashed back to the accident and the memory shook through you. “I was gonna call you and apologize. I-”

Rudy pulled you into a deep hug then, you heard a cry hiccup out of him. It broke you to hear the sound. Mixed with the exhaustion and the pain, you felt yourself collapse into him completely. He immediately braced you both and supported you, his hand cradling the back of your head.

“I’m sorry” He said quietly. You shook your head against him, the bandage catching on the fabric of his shirt.

“Can you take me home” You asked in a muted voice. He nodded and pulled away, placing a kiss on the other side of your forehead and grasping your hand, leading you through the curtain and into the waiting room where the nurse stood at the discharge desk, scribbling on the clipboard.

You both signed the forms and thanked her, then Rudy led you out of the hospital and to his black truck that was parked crooked across two spots. He helped you up into the truck and leaned across you to buckle your seat belt, adjusting the strap to not rest too close to your neck, which also had a small bandage from a glass cut.

The hour long drive to the turn off for your cabin was virtually silent, but it was okay. Rudy held your hand the entire time, almost painfully tight, and let you rest, occasionally you would drift off and wake up that much closer. You didn’t have to worry, he knew this drive like the back of his hand too.

When you arrived at the cabin, Rudy put the truck in park and sat quietly for a few seconds before letting your hand go and climbing out to come around and help you down from your seat. He guided you inside, sat you down on the couch and wrapped a blanket around you, picked up your discarded towel from the floor and started a fire. He boiled water for your tea, gave you the handful of Tylenol that the nurse had sent you home with, and grabbed you a change of clothes.

You watched him move around the cabin silently with purpose, his presence deeply comforting. Neither of you spoke, but you felt what he was feeling.

Things were fucked up. His life was in shambles, your life was a mess, and you had unwittingly dragged each other into the middle of all of it. It was like you were standing in the eye of the storm together, chaos ensuing around you, but complete silence was your greatest comfort. It had started to rain outside, the light patter on the roof the only thing reminding you that there was a world outside these four walls.

Rudy paced around the kitchen, his arm muscles flexing as he moved things around on the shelves and put things away, lighting candles as it got darker from the rain clouds, keeping himself busy, avoiding the conversation neither of you wanted to have.

You weren’t entirely certain what happened in the next moments, or what motivated you to move, or what was driving you forward. Maybe it was the quiet sound of the rain, or the smell of the wet earth outside and the light rush of the creek. Maybe it was the low light outside the cabin windows and the comfort of the single fire roaring in front of you. Maybe it was the knowledge that in this moment, you didn’t care about all the craziness that had gotten you both alone inside this cabin, just being here right now was good enough for you. Maybe it was the concussion.

But you knew tomorrow would come, you knew time would keep going, you knew that moments like these were fleeting. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but you did know that the burning in your gut wouldn’t go away, the way your heart beat faster when you heard his voice wouldn’t subside, the way you were standing up right now with no ability to stop yourself was beyond your control.

Rudy looked over at you from the kitchen, locking eyes with you, his jaw flexing.

You stood still, watching him, and took a step back, closer to the fire. The sensation of the heat on your legs matched that in your chest and heart and eyes. Nothing else mattered in that moment but protecting the cocoon you were creating for each other.

Your fingers drifted to the seam of your shirt, your eyes never leaving his, and you began to pull it up, exposing your stomach, lifting it over your head carefully, minding the wounds. You had nothing on underneath, you hadn’t thought to put a bra on when you had rushed out the door yesterday.

Rudy’s eyes fell from yours down your body and his hand faltered on the kitchen counter, his breathing staggered. When your eyes met again, you could see the hunger reflected in them. You slid your pants down, watching him, and kicked them to the side. Standing there, naked, you felt yourself breathing slowly and deeply, unsure what to do next.

Without hesitation Rudy lifted his shirt over his head in one swift motion and walked towards you, closing the gap in seconds. He stopped briefly, his muscles tense, watching you fiercely, before his shoulders dropped and he let the breath he had been holding out. He wrapped himself around you then, his mouth gentle but firm on your own, and slowly began to lower you both onto the blanket you had dropped on the floor in front of the fire.

You had thought about this moment a hundred times before, but it was better than you could have had the imagination to concoct. He had laid you down gently on the blanket, careful not to hurt you, and brushed small kisses along your chest and down your abdomen. When he pulled your underwear off you thought you were going to black out, your head was throbbing but you hardly noticed.

He waited for you to catch your breath before going further, and when he was inside you, you felt like the world had stopped on its axis.

Surely this was it, surely the Earth was dodging sudden death at every turn, flying through a mine field of comets and ambling dangerously close to self-destruction. Surely there was no life outside of this moment, outside of this second.

You moved against each other, with each other, in and through each other. You followed his lead, unable to bring yourself out of the head space of sheer ecstasy, your hands surveying his body like you had never felt another human before. He had started slowly, gently, but grew hungrier, clearly losing his ability to control himself.

You felt the pressure building up and squeezed your eyes shut, opening your mouth to grasp at any amount of oxygen you could find. Rudy’s hand came up from your hip to cup your face, his voice anxious when he said your name. You breathlessly encouraged him that you were fine, im fine im fine, until he believed you enough to embrace it. You couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t express enough, couldn’t breathe fast enough, and couldn’t process anything at all.

You felt your eyes roll back, your arms and legs twitch, your back arch. The pressure released and you exploded into a million tiny chaotic pieces, no longer a part of this earthly plane, no longer worried about the planet spinning off its axis, nothing mattered, he kept going. The only thing that pulled you back to the floor of your cabin was the sudden warm wet feeling inside you, the way Rudy’s body pulsed into yours slowly as he finished, and the sound he made before he collapsed on top of you.

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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after that one ep of unhhhh (Trixya) - Tallulah

Basically just Katya pining and really piss poor communication

I can’t get them out of my head, and for some reason this is the way it is in my head. this is like super duper rpf so proceed with caution and it really just got away from me and idk what to do about pronouns/names in and out of drag so i just kinda went with it but um yeah

It’s only 30 minutes into filming and Katya has officially lost all control over his thoughts. He keeps having to beg out, claiming to need a cigarette, so he can fucking calm down. He stands outside, hyper aware that Trixie is sitting down there, in full drag annoyed at him, but he’s desperate for a break, for some air that doesn’t fucking smell sickly sweet with her perfume. Katya has been looking at his face under all that makeup for what feels like eternity. It’s always so hot while filming, and he can’t keep her thoughts under control.

The lines are usually clear when they start out of drag – save for the few times Katya couldn’t control herself anymore, but when they are in drag sometimes Katya can get away with more. It’s almost like they both know it can’t go too far, not with all those people watching, and the cameras recording it for posterity. Kayta will ask for a kiss just to see him blush and laugh to himself. If he’s lucky it turns into something more when the camera’s turn off. Trixie has to know that he’s only half joking, and every time Katya pushes, it hangs between them heavy and swollen with unspoken feelings.

Katya remembers every time they’ve kissed with perfect clarity. She doesn’t think that Trixie can, but he has a secret mental dossier. A handful of times for the cameras, hamming it up for the crowds to scream, and to watch the fans lose their minds later online.

It only happened few times without the excuse of the crowds. A night or two when she just couldn’t look at him anymore. His body shining in the light, and his ass just hanging of the back of him, right there like that. It’s different without cameras or the crowd to hold them accountable. It shifts something else and Katya knows that Trixie has to feel the difference. But they never talk about it.

The worst part is that they get along so well. Sometimes, Katya feels like they’re teetering on the edge of something, and she can’t figure out how to stop it. He feels like if a strong wind hits him too hard hes going to collapse and expose everything, and Trixie will know.

Brian was there for him, with steadfast loyalty and the grace and respect to treat Katya and Brian like a person, even when he hurt Trixie. Even when they weren’t talking. Katya knows that he was worried, they watched the movie together. They didn’t speak the whole time, and afterwards he felt all that guilt all over again. But Katya knows that Trixie doesn’t hold him accountable. And that’s how Katya knows that it will never happen. Not for real. Trixie is living out his dreams and Katya is just trying to stay alive. He wants him to succeed so badly, and wants him to be happy, but Katya needs him, and he has already put Trixie through so much, but he just cant help but want him.

They’re so close to being done filming for the day, when it comes out. It’s been such a long day, and Katya feels suddenly melancholy, and he just needs to feel it once more.

“Can I have a kiss for the new year, mama?”

“You’re gonna get red lipstick on me, and you know I hate that” Trixie replies, and it’s true. Katya knows that, he knows because he uses it to pretend that it’s all a game. When he’s Katya and desperate for somewhere to put his attraction, he’ll go in for kisses when he knows Trixie will push him away, because of the lipstick smeared across her mouth.

“Just a small one? We’re almost done”

Katya can see Trixie blush even under all the makeup and he watches as she laughs sort of incredulously. Trixie starts to answer,

“I don’t know what the worst part of kissing you is, your beard, your dry mouth, your smoker breath or your attitude” but she is already leaning in, and Katya is ready to meet her, but she chickens out at the last minute, putting a piece of popcorn in her mouth, and Trixie is pulling away and rolling her eyes.

“I KNEW you were gonna try to put food in my mouth, I knew it!” Trixie screams laughing at her.

“I’m just tapping at the door of your love” Katya returns, a shade too honest. She leans in again, promising she wont do it again.

Their lips meet, only for a second, but for that second they are Brian and Brian and Katya tries not to get lost in it, and then Trixie is pulling away and laughing and making some comment to try to bring the thread of conversation back to the topic at hand.

And then they’re done and in the dressing room together, and Katya is watching her undress and he can’t help it. He knows that Trixie isn’t going to fuck her, Trixie wont do anything while they’re still in drag, but Trixie is rapidly morphing into Brian, taking off her eyelashes, and moaning as she removes her two foot tall wig, and unlaces her corset.

The transformation is almost disconcerting, watching her go from this bubblegum fantasy into a oaky smoky man. She watches him come back into himself. He’s always certain about the lines, and transforming from one version of himself to another. For Katya the lines of gender are always so blurry. She never fully feels like she transforms out of Katya and back into Brian, and never feels like she fully stops being Brian – no matter how much she wishes she could.

But for Trixie, it is so clear. It’s clear in the way he moves when he puts on the lashes and the wig, and the things he says. Hes always honest and straightforward, but he’s braver when he’s Trixie. There’s something so intoxicating about his completely delusional confidence, and frank openness. Trixie is completely shameless, and Brian is more timid.

He’s standing in front of the mirror wiping his face and she is just frozen, stuck in her head and suffocating with the want coursing through her veins. Katya won’t admit it, but she is rushing to remove her makeup by the time he’s done, hoping that she can ride the wave of energy that she started while filming.

And suddenly she is saying it, as she finishes the last of the makeup removal.

“Mama, I want a real kiss”

He pauses what he is doing and turns around. Their eyes meet and it hangs there for a drawn out moment. Katya’s heart is beating so fast, and he holds eye contact.

“You are so fucking horny these days” Brian looks at him, and Katya can’t help it.

“Please” it comes out so desperate, and Katya is almost embarrassed, but he wants Trixie so bad. Katya walks towards him and stands close. Unsure of what to do with his hands, Katya grabs the hem of his shirt, and lets the plea hang between them. It feels like an endless moment, stretching like taffy between them until -

It’s Trixie that surges forward and closes the gap between them, dropping the makeup wipe on the floor as he grips him. Katya sinks into him, opening for him entirely as they kiss. Katya was careful to clean out his mouth on the way back from his last smoke break, and it was worth it. Katya feels alive, hours of energy built up finally being released as he kisses Trixie against the mirror. After a few moments, Trixie pulls away.

Katya makes a noise of protest and Trixie looks at him.

“Don’t make me always be the one who has to- It’s not fair, I can’t-” He breaks off.

“Just a little more” Katya pleads, unwilling to let it go now that he has a taste, now that he knows what he tastes like after a day of filming. There’s a pink stain around his mouth from the lipstick, and Katya knows that he’s gross and sweaty from being in the basement all day, but he need this.

“We shouldn’t - we can’t – the show - it’s- ” Katya surges forward and swallows his protests. Katya can feel his dick against her hip. Katya is so desperate slipping his tongue into Trixie’s mouth and giving himself over to him completely. He is so warm and his skin is smooth, marred slightly from being pinched all day. Katya smoothes a hand under his shirt and over his back, feeling the creases from the corset. He groans into his mouth, and it’s a sound Katya needs. Then Katya’s reaching down and slipping under his pants, through his briefs and grabbing a handful of his ass. He tastes like man, and Katya is craving it, desperate.

Katya’s about to break the kiss, and sink down to take him into his mouth, when he pulls away again, and she thinks for a breath that he’s about to make it into a joke, and the moment will be gone, but instead he slips a hand beneath her clothes groping at her. Katya gasps into his mouth, and kisses him again, unable to get enough, mind wiped blank by his mouth.

Katya leans in again and Trixie pulls away. Katya hears himself making a pleading noise before he can stop himself.

What just happens hangs between them. It’s not awkward, but something hangs in the air. It doesn’t feel resolved, but Katya feels almost sated. He wants more, but the moment has passed – and he doesn’t know how to get it back.

“I can’t believe you – we -”, He says pulling away, and turning to finish packing his bag. Katya can feel him shutting down, closing Katya off in the set of his shoulders.

“I can’t keep doing it, I – it hurts -”, he breaks off, voice wet, “You can’t keep asking me to be self control for both of us”.

Katya sinks down to the chair next to the mirror, watching him as he puts the last of his stuff into his bag. He makes her feel so desperate, ripped wide open and exposed. He looks at Katya as he leaves, a look in his eye, that Katya can’t quite read. Suddenly Katya wants to be covered. Trixie makes him feel completely exposed and transparent. Katya wonders, not for the first time, how he doesn’t know. And then he’s gone and Katya is all alone in the room, desperate for a cigarette, head spinning.

#rpdr fanfiction #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #trixya #angst #canon compliant #after that one ep of unhhhh #tallulah

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prorevenge · 5 years

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How a management consultant fired himself...

I am not exactly sure if its the right section to post in as its a revenge story but not a planned revenge.

It all started when I made the decision to work independently after school. Me and my still best friend came up with a project idea, unfortunately I cant tell too much about as its still ongoing but not yet finished.

Anyway, it is a project with the potential to throw off a lot of profit and became somehow known in our local investor scene, thats why we had serious offers very quick and were both happy to sign a contract with a fairly big company securing us 250k to work with. (I know it sounds like a lot but it was barely enough to cover our costs the first 6 months)

After the 6 months we had to present our progress in front of the comittee of said company, we all knew them except one guy. He was a management consultant and constantly interrupted us with bullshit, ok some of his questions were ''good'', but it was mostly just bad mouthing us. Because this presentation played a huge part in keeping this project alive and financed for another 6 month, we got more and more insecure up to the point where we both thought its over. We took a short break and argued about wether or not we should even continue this presentation, we came to the point that we should continue but our hopes were crushed. (Pls keep in mind we are both young and never dealt with people that demanding, the buisness world is rough)

Right at the moment we wanted to go back into the room the branch manager came to us and told us how we shouldnt mind said consultant too much as he is the son of big boss sister and is just here cause big boss decided that they needed to be checked through. This gave us a little of our lost hope back, and we went through the second part more confident kinda ignoring C (C is consultant now I shouldve given him a nickname earlier)

After the whole event was over we had to wait 3 days until we knew if we can continue working or had to search for a new sponsor AND pay a fine for not delivering what we promised.

3 Days went by fast and we got told that they wont finance the project again and that our contract was expired. FUCK!

Well fast-forward a lot of begging other sponsors going on events and trying to get someone to support us again. We found an even bigger company who was more than happy to help us out, they immediately paid the fine (gladly our old donor didnt take us to court cause we were within the time frame) and almost doubled our old budget (I cant talk in numbers its part of the contract).

fast-forward another 2 months.

We were on an expo, where people with ongoing projects in a specific field are able to present their stuff to investors behind closed doors. It was on this event we met the CEO's of the company we worked with at first and they were interested to say the least. You might guess that C was there as well, being dragged from table to table like a little kid always nodding to everything big boss said but never getting any approval from his side. As they approached our table and we started explaining their eyes lid up. Big boss offered us 300k for a 30% share, it was at this moment Mark (a consultant from our current donor) stepped in and talked with big boss for almost an hour just far enough away so we couldnt hear it. This left us alone with C and 3 other dudes. C went on about how we just talking big but wont be able to deliver and how he already analyzed us blah blah blah, always making sure big boss wont hear him. After big boss and Mark came back they presented us a payment plan, but we declined before they finished. Mark didnt understand but he was about to. We told big boss how we think that they arent the right donor as we already worked with them (He didnt know anything about it as the branch managers of each individual office are responsible for handling the financing of projects independently). We explained how C already analyzed us and that we think we dont fit into their business model. Big boss looked angrier and angrier with every second, eventually interupting us by asking C if we tell the truth. He tried to deny some allegations, but we kept on going, talking about how he disrespected our ideas and us as persons. This left big boss raging, basically screaming....

Big Boss: WHAT POSITION DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE TO MAKE SUCH IMPORTANT DECISIONS

C: I..... ehm...... ugh.... but they didnt even have a diploma and this guy (pointing at me) didnt even go to university.

Big Boss: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THEIR PROJECT COULDVE BEEN OUR FLAGSHIP, WE NEED THEM ON BOARD

C: I thought you wanted me to......

Big Boss: I WANTED MY SISTER TO STOP WHINING IN MY EARS ABOUT HOW YOU COULDNT FIND A JOB

C: But I.....

Big Boss: NO I AM TALKING NOW YOU JUST SHUT UP, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS AND YOU CAN BE DAMN SURE THAT YOU DONT HAVE A JOB TOMORROW. YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT (insert location of the office) FINANCING A DEAD END PROJECT. YOU TOLD ME THAT THEY WILL GO BANCRUPT IF I DONT STEP IN.

C: I thought......

Big Boss: NO NOT AT ALL, NOT EVEN A SECOND, THATS THE PROBLEM. NOW GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE I LOOSE MY SHIT.

After that 2 minutes of complete outrage he took a deep breath facing us and said double the first 2 months and 5% less share we just looked at Mark who laughed and said deal. We all gave each other hands C awkwardly standing a few metres away from us. Big boss faced him a last time telling him to finally get lost. C responded with how they carpooled which big boss ignored as he rang his mum and told her how she should pick up her idiot son. There he was a man in his late twenties getting picked up by his mum. We laughed at this incident as they walked away Big boss still talking with her mum on the phone explaining what her son did while completely ignoring C's begging. We felt GREAT. We knew that we didnt need to get another donor on board so we just packed and went out for a great dinner.

(source) story by (/u/ninasocean)

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dylanobrienisbatman · 6 years

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oh heyyyy can i please have pirate mechanic and 22?? I'M SO EXCITED

…in a rush of adrenaline.

Raven wasn’t one to be afraid of anything, ever. She was a zero g mechanic, a literal ASTRONAUT, who had been to OUTER SPACE in nothing more than a space suit, for fucks sake. She’d been sky diving, bungee jumping, zip lining, she used to go bouldering off the sides of mountains for fun before she got hurt and her leg wouldn’t let her. She was an adrenaline junkie, to put it mildly, but the one thing she never, ever did, was ride a motorcycle. Everything else, every other insane crazy thing she did, there was a modicum of safety to it. In space, everyone was trained to know exactly what to do, and everything was tested to perfection before she went. Sure it was dangerous, but it was all SCIENCE. She wasn’t afraid of science. Sky diving and bungee jumping and zip lining were SAFE, they had to be for people to be able to pay to do it as excursions. Normal average people could go bungee jumping on vacation. Bouldering was a little risky, but she never went high enough that she could have DIED from the fall, maybe gotten pretty hurt, but she went with friends, and knew the safety rules. Motorcycles though? There was nothing safe about that. In a fast car, you had some kind of buffer, some level of protection from seatbelts and airbags, but on a motorcycle you had nothing. You were out in the open, strapped to nothing, a helmet and some leather if you were smart, flying down the road. When she saw motorcycles weaving in and out of cars on the freeway, she scoffed, and hoped she wouldn’t see them being scraped off the road with a shovel later. She assumed no smart person would ever put themselves in that kind of danger.

And then she met Ezekiel Shaw.

Zeke used to be an Air Force Pilot, and then he was a scientist for NASA. He worked on the crafts on the ground that she worked on in space, and was damn good at it, though she’d never tell him that. He was brilliant, the first person she ever met who could match wits with her day in, day out. And Zeke Shaw rode his Harley into work. Every. Single. Day.

She scolded him for it when they first met, spouting statistics about deaths by motorcycle at him from memory, but he just smirked, waved her off, called her a “fraidy-cat” (yes, he used that exact phrase. He wasn’t catholic anymore, but he had been raised that way, and never swore, ever), and tugged his helmet on, roaring away out of the parking lot while she climbed into her car.

Her relationship with Zeke was a complex one. On the one hand, he was her friend, a great friend, a confidant who she bounced ideas off of and worked well with, her equal in brains and wit. On the other hand, he was delicious to look at and Raven wanted to jump his bones. This combination made the fact that he rode that stupid motorcycle very troubling to her, and it took a toll on her mental state. She got in the habit of calling him around the time she knew he’d be home every day, under the guise of wanting to talk about work or some new theory she was studying, but really she was just checking to make sure he made it home every day, alive. She always offered to swing by and pick him up when they would make plans, even though it was well out of her way, because the idea of him getting on that bike to come see her and then becoming road burn in the process made her sick to her stomach, but he always turned her down, and always showed up in one piece.

They had known each other about a year and 3 months, when the universe conspired against her.

She had called Zeke to see if he wanted to come into work with her on a Sunday and help her run a simulation she had been tossing around, and he lept at the chance, like always. He had been helping her write the simulation, and plan the program for almost two months, and she knew he’d want to see it through. It was pouring rain, so she offered him a ride, as always, and he turned her down, as always, showing up to work at the same time as she did even though she knew he lived an extra 15 minutes further away. They spent the whole Sunday in the lab, downing espresso shots from the bosses machine in her office and running and re-running the simulation, ordering thai takeout while they tried to get it perfect. It was late, almost 9pm, when they finally called it a day, and headed out the door, walked into the parking lot, and Raven realised she had left her lights on all day long. She tried to start her car twice, but she knew she would need a jump and there was no one around , the lab was almost 10 miles from town. She thought about calling a tow, but calling a tow for a jump seemed stupid, there would be people at the office tomorrow who could give her a jump, and she was halfway through trying to price out an Uber when Zeke shoved a helmet in front of her face.

“Come on Reyes, you’re really gonna pay for an Uber when I can just take you home myself?”

“No way. No way in hell am i getting on that deathtrap.” She kept typing in her address.

“You’ll have to get one back in the morning too, and you know its like… 30 bucks both ways. Thats $60 you could avoid by just strapping on this helmet and letting me take you home.”

“No way!! I dont care how much it costs, im so not doing that.”

“Look. I know you think its unsafe, but the rain stopped at like noon, the roads are bone dry, and I promise ill go slow.” He had this twinkle in his eye that was very distracting, and the sight of him holding that helmet, leaning against the hood of her car, was doing funny things to her stomach. She glared at him.

“Do you kn-“

“do you know how many people die on those things every day?” He raised his voice a bit, to a squeaky annoying pitch, and had to jump away when she smacked at him.

“The only reason you got away is because im a cripple.” She snarked, and he laughed. “Yeah sure, blame the leg.” He said, dancing a little further away, and then coming in close, holding the helmet out. “You can pay for that Uber if you want, but I promise, I wont let anything happen to you.” She eyed him, and the bike, wary.

“Come on Reyes, you ride up into space on a ship i work on.” His voice was all teasing, but there was something else dancing behind his eyes. “Don’t you trust me, Raven?”

He barely ever used her first name, but his sincerity was like a gut punch. He was standing really close now, just enough space for the helmet between them. Finally, she took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and grabbed the helmet in both hands.

“If we die on this damn bike, I’m going to spend our entire afterlife beating your ass.” She said, pulling it down over her head, walking over to the bike.

He sat down on the front, popping the kick stand and sliding forward enough for her to fit. He pulled out a small metal bar that had been hidden in the bike, on her right side. She knew she looked shocked, and even though he couldn’t see it through the helmet, he knew anyway.

“I was always hoping i’d get you on this thing, so i added a place for you to put your leg, since i know you can’t keep it bent for so long.” She couldn’t see his face either, and she thought maybe that was a good thing. She slid onto the bike, behind him, and propped her leg up on the stand, wrapping her arms around his solid middle.

“Remember. If we die. Perpetual ghost world ass kicking.” She called, as the bike roared to life, vibrating underneath her. He laughed, nodding, and they took off.

The speed of it was unreal, the wind whipping all her clothes and the hair that was coming out of the bottom of her helmet, and she held on tighter as the sped up. He zipped down the roads, taking every turn with ease, and even though she knew he had to be going slower than he normally did, her heart rate was a million beats a minute and she could feel her adrenaline rushing through her body. She squeezed him again, and he took one hand off the bike for a second to squeeze her forearm, to reassure her. She kept her head on his shoulder, and somehow keeping her eyes open was better than closed, so she just watched as the trees zipped by, and headlights from other cars came in and out of view. The longer they rode, the more comfortable she got, and soon it was just a rush of adrenaline, and she could feel herself loosening up, smiling, until she finally sat back a little, keeping herself still firmly around his waist, and whooped into the night air. He turned his head, and she couldn’t see his face but she knew he was laughing at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The ride took about 20 minutes, and when they pulled into her complex parking lot, her heart rate wouldn’t quit. He popped the kick stand on his bike, and they pulled off their helmets. He got off first, and helped her off, and maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the blood rushing through her ears, or maybe it was just him, close and tall and grinning ear to ear, but something came over her.

“See, Reyes, told you you wo-“

She cut him off with her lips, throwing her arms around his neck, running her fingers over his scalp and pulling him down to her, kissing him hard. He was frozen in shock for a second, but then he responded with ferocity. He opened his mouth to her, letting her tongue slide across his teeth, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air and spinning her around. When he set her back on solid ground, and they broke the kiss, she tucked her face into his chest, holding him close.

“If you say I told you so, I’ll never kiss you again.” She muttered into his chest.

“Does that mean if i DON’T say it, you will kiss me again?” The hopeful tilt to his voice got her to look up, and his eyes were bright, a smile threatening to break his cheeks. She leaned up, pressing a kiss into his cheek.

“So I’ll definitely need that ride in the morning.” She whispered, into his ear, close and intentionally low.

“Yeah,” he said, failing at nonchalant, “what time should i swing by.”

She smirked up at him, taking him by the hand, leading him towards the door of her building.

“I’d say just whenever we wake up is good.” He tugged her back in for a kiss, quick and easy. The adrenaline was still rushing in her ears as she tugged him into her apartment, towards her room, but she wasn’t sure it was from the motorcycle anymore.

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BTS Reaction: Waking up from a nightmare involving you (request)

Jin/Seokjin:

He checked his phone, Y/N was still not home, even though he had called multiple times. Asking what’s taking so long, they should’ve been home one hour ago.

Suddenly the phone rings and he throws himself onto it, he read Y/N and his fingers quickly swiped answer.

“Jagi? Where are you?!” he yelled desperately through the phone.

“Help me...” your voice was weak and barely over a whisper. His blood turned cold and he froze up. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again a cold voice answered.

“If you want your little jagi back, be sure to be here in 30 minutes” the voice said and ended the call. Jin didn’t have time to think and ran out the door. The phone dinged, showing he got a text message. It told him the address and Jin had probably never drove so fast in his entire life.

There was still 5 minutes when he arrived to the abandoned factory.

“Come out you bastard!” he yelled, looking everywhere for any sign of life.

“...I’m glad you could come...” the voice said, suddenly your body was in front of him. “Y/N!” Jin yelled as he ran towards your body.

“don’t... come... clos-” you croaked forward, your face panicked. But before he could reach you a gunshot was heard.

He stared at you with big eyes as the blood started pouring.

“Now it’s your turn” the voice said from behind and another gunshot was heard.

Jin jerked up, wide awake, sweating and with ragged breath. “Was that just a dream? It had to be... Right Y/N?” he asked and turned to your side of the bed, just to find you not there “Y/N?” he asked starting to get panicked again.

He quickly got up from the bed and started to put on his clothes as he called you with the other hand “Y/N!” he yelled through the apartment.

“Yes?” you asked from the kitchen and Jin fell to the ground. As your hear all the ruckus you decided to walk out just to find your boyfriend on the floor with his pants sloppily pulled on. “Jin?” you asked getting a bit worried, he looked like he had ran an entire marathon.

“You’re safe” he whispered as you crouched beside him “You’re safe” he repeated and then hugged you.

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi, I can’t do this anymore.” There was not an ounce of pain in her voice.

“What?!? Why?!?”

“Are you stupid or something?”

“No! I thought things were great between us! Why do you want to end this?”

“Because I am tired of coming second to your music... Even if I did come first, I don’t love you anymore. I don’t think I ever really did.”

She was expressionless as she walked out of his room. It wasn’t until he heard door shut that he could move his body again and he ran to the door. When he opened it, she was nowhere in sight.

He woke up instantly. “Y/n?” he called out, but there was no one to respond considering that he woke up alone in the studio.

He sat up in a daze, his lyrics notes stuck to his cheeks. “Was that real?” he asked himself. He pulled his phone out and gave Y/n a call. She didn’t answer, so he called again... and again... and again. Every time he called, he only got her voicemail.

“Oh no.”

He jumped out of his chair and made his way to the apartment he shared with y/n.

“Did she really leave? That was just a dream...Right? No, she didn’t leave me... but it felt so real and we did fight over y schedule last week... I need to find her.”

He opened the front door and found y/n knocked out on the couch in front of the tv. It was a scene that both relieved his mind and broke his heart. Sure he was glad that Y/n was there, but he knew she was waiting for him. She probably stayed up hours just to see him a bit before bed. It didn’t hit him till now that a great person like y/n should deserve a relationship where she should go so much out of her way to try and see him a bit more in the day.

He went up to her, gently waking her up. “Babe, wake up.” he whispered.

Keeping her eyes closed, she made a grumpy face and pushed his arms away. It was a move that made him second guess if the dream really was just a dream.

“Y/n, wake up. You can’t stay asleep on the couch.”

It took a while, but eventually he got her to wake up. “Yoongi? What time is it?”

“3 am... What are you doing on the couch?”

She rubbed her eyes. “You said you would be home by 11. I was staying up till you got back.”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked nervously.

“No, why?” she yawned

“Because I wasn’t home when I said I would be.”

“I just figured you got busy.”

He saw down next to her and held her tight. “I love you.” he said. It felt nice when she placed her sleepy head on his chest.

“Me too”

“I’m sorry y/n, this wont happen again okay. I promise that I come home ever night.”

She looked up at him. She was so tired her eyes were barely open. “Ok, but can we go to bad now?”

Jhope/Jung Hoseok:

"I don’t like this Y/N” he said as he hugged your arm tighter. You were back down in the reptile room of the zoo, because you had to pass it to get back to the food court.

“I know jagi, but they won’t hurt you. They’re behind glass, they can’t do anything. See?” you said and put your hand towards one of the glasses. Just to find it not there anymore. Your eyes grew big as you got pulled into the snake habitat by one of the big snakes.

“Y/N!” he yelled as he saw you getting pulled deeper into the forest like room. He hesitated a bit, the snakes on the ground were looking at him hungrily. Or at least that’s what he thought.

“HOBI!” your shrill voice rang, snapping him out of confusion. He stepped into the habitat, and jumped and screamed a bit as a snake slithered over his foot. You yelled again and he closed his eyes focusing. “Come on, you have to save Y/N” he then started sprinting into the habitat, into the green leaves. Ignoring all the snakes, and only focusing on getting to you.

He didn’t have to run for long before he could see your shirt. He quickly ran there, but just as you made eye contact with each other, the ground beneath him disappeared. “Y/N!” he yelled as he fell down the pit. A snake pit.

The last thing he saw before getting covered in snakes were you getting wrapped up by a giant snake.

“AAAAAAAAAH” he yelled as he felt something touch his arm. His arms were flailing all over the place, trying to protect him from the snakes.

“HOBI!” you yelled again since he seemed to not have heard you before. You tried to pin his arms down, while watching out so you wouldn’t get hit by a flying hand.

This time he heard you “Y/n?” he asked and opened his eyes to see you hovering over him. “Y/N!” he yelled relieved. And that’s when he started to cry. He hugged you close to him, breathing in your smell.

“It’s okay, it was just a bad dream” you say stroking your hand over his back. As he calmed down a bit he sat back and dried his face a bit.

“I thought I lost you”

Rap monster/Kim Namjoon:

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a midnight snack.

“Y/n! Y/n!” you could hear your boyfriend calling out to you.

“Over here!”

You heard practically every door in the hallway open and close. “No, babe, the kitchen!” you called out.

Soon he appeared in the kitchen, waddling as fast as his tired body could move him. “Y/n, you are okay!” he hugged you tightly.

“Of course I am. What’s with you?” you asked, giving him a ‘weirdo’ face.

He didn’t answer your question, he just gave you a kiss, still holding you as tight as he could.

“Babe, why are you being weird?”

“I had a bad dream.” he whimpered.

“What did you dream about?”

He shook his head.

“C’mon, tell me. Letting it out will make you feel better.”

He let out a deep sigh. “... I dreamt that a giant 20 foot Ryan was chasing you in this skyscraper and I was trying to save you and he chased you all the way to the roof and he pushed you off and I couldn’t get to you in time.”

“A giant Ryan?” you giggled.

“Baby, it’s not funny! I was so sad and scared when I woke up and you weren’t next to me. I thought I really lost you!”

“Namjoon, it was a stupid dream. You dreamt that a giant Ryan was chasing me and pushed me off a roof.”

Rap monster laughed a bit. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds stupid.”

“Go back to sleep. I’ll go to bed when I am done eating.”

“Nope, I’m not letting go of you until you come back to bed with me.”

Jimin/Park Jimin:

[Missed calls from Jagi: 3]

>> [3:17 am] I can’t do this anymore Jimin

>> [3:17 am] Help me. I can’t take it.

>> [3:18 am] I’m sorry. I loved you.

<< [4:53 am] Why aren’t you answering your phone?

<< [4:53 am] What do you mean loved me??

<< [4:54 am] Jagi?

He called again hoping for Y/N to answer but to no avail. It went straight into voicemail. Y/N had been acting weird for a while, and he did not feel good about this. “What does she mean by ‘loved?’”

“Where are you going?” Suga yelled after him as he left the dorm “I have to find Y/N” he yelled back as he hurried to get to your shared apartment. As he was driving he’d call you over and over again.

“Why aren’t you answering?” he’d start to panic slowly. “Y/N is okay Jimin, calm down. Just drive there safely, and you’ll be there in no time. Everything will be okay. You’re just overreacting” he tried to tell himself.

He finally arrived to your apartment and he wasted no time to run there. “Y/N open the door!” he yelled as he knocked on it. He could hear the TV was on, maybe you were just asleep?

He fumbled with the extra keys he had to get the door open. Maybe you were just asleep? Maybe you saw a bad movie and fell asleep on the couch? That must be it.

“Jagi?” he asked as he walked over to your limp body on the couch. Your phone was on the table, and in your hand you had an empty bottle of pills. As he saw the bottle he felt sick to his stomach. “No no no no no” he repeated as he tried for your pulse. But it wasn’t there. He quickly let go of your cold wrist, tears already streaming down his cheeks. He let out a scream of agony.

He screamed as he woke up, tears streaming down his face as he breathed heavily. He reach out to the spot next to him, but he didn’t fell y/n there. Her side of the bed was empty. “Where is Y/N?” This couldn’t be real. It was just a dream, it had to have been dream. He panicked and jumped out of bed to search for her through the apartment.

The living room was empty, but he became even more alert when he heard something from the kitchen. It sounded awfully a lot like pills. “No!” he yelled as he ran into the kitchen to see her putting something small and round into her mouth. He quickly ran to her and pulled her hand from her face.

“Jimin, what the fuck?!” she mumbled, a mouth full of whatever it was.

“Spit that out!”

“What?!?”

“Y/n spit that out!” he cried.

She didn’t, she just chewed what was in her mouth while staring at him as if he were crazy. “Babe, I’m just eating a snack.”

“Snack? Eating? Wh- What are you eating?”

She didn’t answer, she just held out the package of M&M’s. “What is going on? Whats with you?”

He couldn’t help but feel so stupid as he let out a little chuckle and sighed in relief. “Nothing jagi, nothing”

V/Kim Taehyung:

He felt warm sun on his skin. Y/n was next to him on the standing staring at the calm ocean.

“Let’s go swimming?” she suggested

He looked around the beach, not a soul in sight. “Yeah, just you and me!” he smiled.

They walked into the refreshing water, letting the small waves rock them a bit.

“Tae, let’s go in deeper.” They did so, the water going up to their waists. “Deeper!” she smiled pulling him deeper until the water was up to their shoulders.

“Maybe we should go a bit closer to shore.” He said, getting a bad feeling in his stomach for some reason.

Y/n pouted. “But I want to float. Let’s go further.”

He couldn’t say no to her. He let her pull his further away from the beach. Now they were in water so deep, he couldn’t feel the sand under his feet any more. He looked back to shore and it looked like if it were miles away.

“Tae, let’s play again!” she said with excitement. “Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest.

“Ok”

At the same time they dunked their heads underwater. He barely held his breath for 45 second when he came back for air. Y/n wasn’t up yet, so he waited. Another 30 seconds went by and she hadn’t come up yet. “Wow she can hold her breath for a long time.”

Another 30 second went by and that’s when panic set in. He swung out his limbs, to try and feel for her in the dark water. “Y/n? Y/n?!?” He swam around, trying to feel for her, but he couldn’t find her

He dunk his head under water again. He didn’t care how much the salt water hurt his yes, he kept them open as he tried to look for her, just to see nothing.

He woke up gasping for air. “Y/n?!? Y/n?!?”

“What?!? Tae, what happened?!?” you freaked, running out of the restroom, fresh out of the shower.

“Y/n, you’re out of the ocean!” he shouted as he jumped out of bed and practically tackled you with a hug.

“Tae, what ocean?”

“We- We were at he beach and we went into the water and- and we held our breath under water and- and-and you never came back up!” he whimpered.

“Tae, calm down. It was only a dream.” you said softly.

“Dream? Dream...” he said to himself, looking around the place and realizing he was in their bedroom. He let out a deep breath and smiled. “I was so scared I thought it was real.”

You hugged him tight, trying to calm him down, rubbing his back and giving him light kisses on his neck. “It’s okay baby, I’m fine. Go back to bed. I’m going to dry my hair before I lay down.”

“Nope!” He said pulling you to the bed with him.

Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:

“I’m right here Jungkook!” The demonic doll screamed

He quickly grabbed y/n’s hand and dragged her away, both of them running down the hall to the stairs.

“You can’t run from me!” he could hear the evil voice as if the doll was right behind him

“Y/n, let’s run faster!” he tugged on her arm and helped her run as fast as him.

They made it down stairs and they went to the back door. He swung open his last door to escape through to see the doll already there waiting for him. “You can’t leave Jungkook!”

He screamed. “Y/n, turn around!” He spun around, but y/n wasn’t behind him. Instead he came face to face with the doll.

“I got you Jungkook!”

“Agggghhhh!” He shot up in bed in a cold sweat. He felt out of breath as if he really was running. “Y/n?” immediately he looked all over the dark room for her.

“Baby shhhhhhhh!” y/n groaned in a zombie voice.

“Jagi!” a rush of relief hit him that it really was just a dream. He practically pounced on her, holding her tight. “Thank goodness you are okay!”

“Agh! Jungkook, get off!” he whined. She pushed him off, sat up and turned on the lamp on the night stand. She glared back at him with squinting eyes and a head of bushy hair. “Jungkook, the fuck? I’m trying to sleep.”

He didn’t care how grumpy she was, he was just glad none of it was real. He hugged her again, resting his chine on her head. “Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you. It was just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?” To his surprise, Y/n started laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ha! Cuz let me guess, you dreamt about the scary movie we saw before bed, the one you made me see with you?”

“...Maybe...”

She started laughing harder. “Aish, Jungkook you made me watch that movie in hopes of getting me scared to get me to cuddle you, but here you are having nightmares.”

“Hey! The movie was scary okay!”

Y/n took a look at her phone. “Baby, it’s 3am, let’s go back to sleep. You have practice in the morning.”

“But I don’t think I can sleep.” he pouted

She cupped his face, looking at him with tired eyes. “Baby, it was just a dream okay? A nightmare is one thing, but imagine how scary your choreographer is going to be tomorrow when you are too tired to pay attention in practice.”

“Ugh, you’re right.”

“I know I am. I’m always right.” she kissed his forehead. “Now sleep.” She turned around to turn the lamp off.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“... Can you leave the light on?”

She laughed again, resting her head on her pillow. “Night, love you.” she yawned

“I love you. Night.”

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bianca-warriorwriter · 6 years

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Goodie Bag

A/N: inspired PARTLY by real life events,

I spend most Saturday nights in bed, watching movies and dreading the impending doom of tomorrow when I have 24 hours to finish a whole assignment. But my night gets whole lot better when my phone chimes. His name pops up. I open up his snapchat, it seemed that was the only way we communicated.

“I’m bored” it read, I knew he was at a party he was at a party every Saturday night, the people in the snapchat were all just sitting down. It did seem boring.

“go home” I replied, and went back to watching my movie. Within 2 minutes my phone chimed again.

“I will… soon” he replied, and I was confused as too why he didn’t leave just then

“just go home and paly your guitar” I say and go back to watching my movie. It was odd he was in a talkative mood tonight.

“yeah I will” he said, this response came a little longer. And I was wondering what had taken him so long to do it, and I don’t know things ran through my mind. He’s an attractive guy, him and I aren’t even dating or… anything. But… I don’t know. I didn’t know how to reply so I didn’t. it had been 10 minutes, strange quiet minutes, with just my movie filling in the eerie quiet. My phone chimed. “this is why I can’t leave just yet” my mouth dropped open, there was a platter of chocolate goodies. And now I had cravings.

“omg! Bring me some!” I replied instantly, I knew he wouldn’t, but I didn’t know what else to say.

“nope” he responds faster than he ever had.

“Harsh, is this payback for not bringing you food yesterday?” I ask, I work at a fast food place, and he desperately wanted food but I didn’t get him any.

“it most definitely is” he says, and there’s another picture of the food.

“that is just so harsh! Next time I promise to bring you a burger” I reply.

“okay, okay… what’s your address” he asks and I’m so thankful there is a screen in-between us to cover my squealing and my redness.

I know he wont to do it, so I don’t see the harm in texting him my address. it’s just a joke anyway.

30 minutes later and he’s still at the party, and I’m still wondering why he’s there if he’s bored. He sends me another message.

“I’m still bored” it reads.

“I’m about to go for a shower” I send, a snap. I’m definitely tensing my boobs in this photo.

I leave my phone and get in the shower being careful to keep my hair dry. I’m probably in the shower for 15 minutes before I get out and check my phone. He’s sent a snap.

“I’ll be over right now” typical guy response, but it still makes me laugh.

“GO HOME” I type back laughing.

“I WILL, SOON” he types.

“how long is your soon, because when I say soon I mean I’ll do it in 10 minutes” I say.

“soon” is all he replies with. I don’t remember what I sent next. Just that he didn’t reply for 27 minutes. I got dressed into my over-sized t-shirt that I wore to bed. But waiting for him to reply, I didn’t think too much of it, it was a miracle he was even was talking to me tonight.

I had settled into bed, using my laptop to watch movies. I hear a knock then. At first I didn’t think It was anything and then it came again. I got up, wrapped my arms around myself. I open the door carefully, it’s scary being at home by yourself, and then hearing a knocking at the door at 1am. I open the door slowly. And I gasp at the sight.

At my front door, at 1:05am is Shawn. I didn’t think he’d ever be here.

“what are you doing?” I ask leaning against the door.

“you said go home” he replies, he has one hand behind his back,

“yeah to your home” I say holding the door open, my smile is big, that is evident

“I am home” and he pushes forward, one of his hands cupping my face, his lips fitting perfectly with mine, and just like he said, his lips against mine, the way his tongue brushed up against my bottom lip, and gliding against my tongue was as if he was returning home. He pulls back quickly, and pulls out a pink goodie bag from behind his back. “plus, didn’t you want chocolate?” he says holding the goodie bag in front of me.

“Oh, god yes” I say, but instead of grabbing the goodie bag, I grab him by the colour and pull him in. pull him in, so he’s no longer outside, pull him in so he’s pressed against me, pull him in so his lips are against mine. He’s fiddling to close the door, I can feel that as he moves around a little. I fix the situation for him, I take a step forward so he’s required to take a step back, and I do it again and again, until the door slams shut and he’s pressed against it. I don’t know where the goodie bag is left, all I know is soon I was being lifted up against him, my legs wrapping around his waist. my fingers running through his hair, and tugging. I didn’t miss that goodie bag soon. Not when his lips connected to my neck, and I was laid against my bed. Nothing would have been better, not even the goodie bag.

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yorkshirefangirl · 6 years

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Handcuffed

To be fair this is the first fanfiction I've ever written so ....

Summary - you and Barry get handcuffed by a villain. the villain gets caught but the cuffs aren’t coming off ;)

- warnings - fluff, mild swearing kinda detailed kissing scene but whatever

Where in the heck did they get these cuffs? The adrenalines gone now the fighting's gone and the metas been caught but the cuffs aren’t coming off, seriously its been like an hour and nothing is working.

Caitlin's stumped and Cisco’s not helping, he won’t stop laughing, and Barry... you can’t tell if this bothers him as much as you. Yes you admit you admire him, but it’s a purely professional admiration, you work with him, its strictly professional besides there was that cute barista you liked, yeah just think of the cute barista. You keep chanting this mantra over and over as you try not to realize quite how close you two were right now.

“ Y/n ? Y/n !” Caitlin had been talking while you were spacing out, oh my gods his leg is pressed right against yours, you quickly shift so you aren’t leaning so close to him, not noticing his slight frown when you do. “ So we’re agreed then? It will take a while until the test come back to tell us anything about the metal used in those handcuffs, at least until after the weekend, so Y/n will stay with Barry.” you can’t believe you weren’t paying attention during that conversation when did this all get agreed?

Suddenly Barry stood up pulling you with him. You fall forwards hitting the ground and of course you momentum pulls Barry with you. He lands next to you with a thump. You turn to look at him, his face is mere inches from your own. He’s smiling at you, while your gaping like a fish still shocked from the fall, you quickly shut you mouth and try to get up, a bit dizzy from hitting your head. You trip and start to fall but this time Barry’s there and he catches you.

“Guess I'm going to have to slow down for bit” Barry chuckles very close to your ear (cutebaristacutebaristacutebaristacutebarista) you feel your face turn red and let out a nervous laugh. his hand are still around your waist holding you secure while your pressed againt his chest. “cough cough” Cisco not so subtly remind you that there are other people in the room. you practically jump away from each other.

later----

You were walking down the street towards Barry’s apartment after getting the overnight bag you use when your doing all nighters at the lab. Thankfully nothing else like the trip incident had happened from then until now. You’ve been aware of this for a while, but people are staring at you and Barry, you would be lying if you said you were fine with the attention. You were just about to mention something to Barry when it happened. “HEY! WHY DON’T YOU DITCH THAT BROWN HAIRED IDIOT AND LET US SHOW YOU A REAL GOOD TIME!” Across the street there were a group of guys in their mid 30′s outside a bar,a series of wolf whistles and other slurs and catcalls followed. You don't usually get catcalled but it really doesn't sit well with you. You can feel the anxiety and fear building up inside your hands start trembling, yeah its stupid you deal with actual super powered villains and yet this is what gets to you. Barry suddenly grabs your and starts to walk faster, you think he’s whispering something but it’s too fast for you to really hear actual words.

Finally, you get into his apartment. by now your hands have stopped shaking but he still hasn’t let go of your hand. As is just realizing this he lets go of your hand looking like he wants to edge away but the cuffs wont let him. “ Hey uuuhh Y/n it’s pretty late and we ate at the lab do you want t-to go t-t-to bed?” he started to stutter near the end obviously a bit nervous, well why wouldn't he be? sure you’re friends and work together but you haven’t really been able to hang out outside of your work. In fat this was the fist time you have been in his apartment the vary though made you tense up a bit.

“Right um so getting changed then?” you ask shyly, the clothes you were wearing would be nearly impossible to sleep in, why did you choose today of all days to wear leather fricking trousers. “oh um yes I guess if you want to go to bed we need to change clothes I can’t really sleep in jeans oh but our tops will have to stay on since they won’t be able to come off but it should be okay I guess I'll turnaroundforyoutoumchange.” Barry rambles his voice getting quicker and quicker. He looks about as nervous as you feel.

You head to the bedroom with your stuff ready as you’ll ever be to get changed practically a foot away from Barry the guy you in strictly a professional sense yep super professional all business here. “ Y-you can go first Barr.” you say because being in your pajamas, which is a loose definition because it’s really just a t shirt and some shorts, for a long time with no cover was not something that you wanted. No best to go second and quickly cover yourself.

“ah okay” Barry says he motions for you to turn around. Wait, HANDS! If our hand are handcuffed together then where ever his goes yours follows. Which means when he’s getting changed... You push the thought away this was Barry and he seems fine with it so why aren’t you? Your arm tugs and your and grazes against something, his thigh you think. Your hand almost comes up to cover your face but you stop that would be too obvious. “You can turn around now Y/n” trying not to be too obvious you take a few deep breaths and turn around.

“how did you get your shirt off?” there he is laughing at your comment, he is shirtless and wearing only some loose sweatpants. “ oh well I figured I could just sort of vibrate out of it I guess?” he grins at showing me his new trick.

“I’ll just uhh turn around now I guess.” Barry shuffles awkwardly around until you could just see his bare back , you bend down take off your shoes not realizing this made Barry have to turn around or break his back, you were a fair bit shorter than him. Half way through taking off your second shoe you look up to see him staring at you with an intense gaze. It took him a second to catch on that you were staring back up at him he quickly averted his eyes, but why was he staring in the fir... oh wow you now notice the position your in knelt down infront of him you head coming to just below his waist when you look up. You quickly finish taking off your shoe and move on to your trousers , no way in hell was your top coming off, you can’t just vibrate out of it like some people.

Slowly you start to slide off your leather trousers, you can feel Barry’s hand follow the curve of your leg you would say it was limp but it seemed to be almost stroking, feeling your skin as it travelled down with your pants, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it’s wake. Then you snatched up your shorts and put them on as fast as possible. You felt flushed, days Caitlin said you weren't sure if you could last hours.

“Is it safe to turn around ?” Barry asks, you look up and he has his free hand covering his face as he turns. “yes it’s safe.” you giggle at him acting like a teenager. you stand for a minute unsure of how to phrase ‘hey lets get in your bed both of us, us two together, in your bed’ without sounding crazy. You see Barry’s eyes roam over your body. by some miracle you manage to stop yourself from blushing anymore than you already were. Anyway it’s not like it meant anything he’s probably just checking if you had any injuries from the fight with the villain earlier.

In the lab you never really had time to appreciate Barry’s body you only really saw it when you were either helping Caitlin patch him up or when you where doing tests. you were more focused on his funny remarks and generally light hearted mood and , your work of course. You saw his abs ripple when he breathed, he looked like a Greek god. “so bed then?” you said as casually as you could,dammit Y/n he’s you colleague, your partner, your friend! You need to stop this he quite obviously doesn’t feel anything for you you’ve seen him with Iris.

You both get into Barry’s bed it’s a small double which means that you both fit but it’s not like you have much space, and with the handcuffs you have one of two options; one lie on your back, it’s uncomfortable and you probably won’t sleep well if at all ; option two lie on your side facing Barry who will be just inches away from you and if he turns over you’ll be facing each other with barely any space between you his lips mere moments away.... option one it is !

Somehow you manage to slip into oblivion listening to Barry’s steady breathing...

You feel something against the side of your cheek it’s soft so you unconsciously nuzzle your head against it. Slowly your mind begins to process the events of the last twenty-four hours and you realize whos bed you are currently in. Your on your side. You turned over in your sleep. the hand with the handcuff on it is under your head as you would usually sleep, which means the soft thing resting against your cheek was.... Barry’s hand. Still not fully awake you try to open your eyes they flutter your lashes hitting your cheek. you stare to see that Barry is awake and his face is inches from yours.

“Y/n” its barely a whisper but it’s filled with so much emotion. His thumb moves so that it’s resting on your bottom lip, he traces the outline of your mouth with his thumb before suddenly pulling away, of course bringing your hand with it.

You both sat side by side. Barry puts his head between his knees “its torture Y/n. Torture. To be this close to you and I can’t...” he trails off. What is he talking about you think to yourself, torture? “Barr what are you talking about? What’s torture?” you ask moving closer, you might have been embarrassed but Barry was still your friend and he was obviously upset.

“you’re torture Y/n.”

A thousand thoughts fly through your head does he really dislike you that much, you thought you were friends. You pull back a bit as he turns to you. “ I know you flirt with cute guys and I know I have no right to complain because I’m nothing to you. But it hurts. It hurts so much Y/n” his eyes are tearing up. you are struggling to even comprehend what is going on. “I know I shouldn’t feel like this, your my friend but it doesn't stop how angry I get when other guys flirt with you. Those bastards earlier on the street I wanted to punch them so much but you were shaking and I couldn't... I has no right to... I wanted to kiss you right then and there to show that you were mine and I was yours. And that fucking barista. I was ordering coffee once and he asked if we were dating, and if not if he could have your number. I lied Y/n. I lied and I know that makes me a terrible friend but I couldn't let him have you number. Not through me at least.” he was shaking now. you moved your hand in the cuffs so it was on top of his and smiled at him, a small smile but a smile non the less.

“Barr are you saying..” “I love you Y/n” he says it so seriously that you can’t help but feel like a dam of emotions that you had kept up started to crack.

His lips crash onto yours forcefully they move against yours, but suddenly they change into a gentler kind of kiss as if he was scared of you not liking it, almost like he has trying to pull away.

It was at this point when you got over your shock and remembered to actually kiss him back. Barry moves his free hand to your waist, sliding down the curve of your rear. You pull back from the kiss for air, both of your faces are flush as you stare at each other with open mouths, panting.

This time you initiate the kiss opening your mouth as an invitation. His tongue explores your mouth every crevice. You moan slightly as his body presses against yours putting you on your back with him above you. Hs hand travels up and down your body. You roll your hips against his, one hand in his hair the other still clasped in his. Once more you pull away from Barry for air. A line of saliva hangs between you,connecting you Barry wipes it away with his thumb not taking his eyes off yours.

“I - I think I might love you too Barry Allen”

the next morning -----

You wake up tangled in Barry, you lay there for a moment, your legs entwined and your head on his chest. You still can’t really believe it. You look over to see your phone buzzing, you free and arm and reach for it.

The cute barista, you put the phone back and let it ring.

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