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charmante-mp3 · 7 months

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Day 3; Public (Jung Wooyoung x Reader)

Kinktober ML Main ML

Warnings; Fem-bodied reader, smut, unprotected sex (don't do that tho), implied (small) alcohol consumption, possessive!Wooyoung at the end tho, implied fuck-boy Wooyoung. Might've missed smth just lmk. 1.2k

The pounding beat vibrated the floor under me.

“Come on Y/N! Let’s dance, no thoughts on him tonight,” My friend dragged me through the crowd. I allowed them to pull me through the crowd. When we stepped into a breathable area, we let loose. The alcohol running through my system brought back my love for dance, a joy I had lost since meeting him. A spin landed me right into the arms of a random man on the floor. His dark blue hair caught my eye and we danced together. Even with our close range it was nothing sexual. A glimpse of oreo hair caught my eye, just barely I saw him glaring through the crowd of people.

“Jealous ex?” The blue haired man said into my ear.

“Not quite,” I yelled back, trying to ignore the daggers eyeing me down.

“Aw, now don’t let me stop you from getting your man,” He said, a teasing smile gracing his face.

“As if,” I said, I couldn’t help the twinge of sadness.

“What if we tested the waters?” I felt his hands travel farther down my waist.

“I would love to see how that plays, but I’m not getting into your pants tonight darling,” I said to the man, stopping his wandering hands.

“Oh doll no, you’re not my type. Women aren’t my go to,” He said, I looked at him confused before he continued, “I’ve been watching him devour you all night, I need him to move before I convulse.”

“Well if you insist,” I laughed out, letting the man work out his jealousy magic. That’s when it became sexual, but it was more fun than sensual. As his hands were placed on my curves, he shoved his face in my neck.

“Now head away doll. Surely he’ll dive after you, and if he doesn’t then find me,” We walked towards an empty booth off the main floor, before I cut towards the bathroom. I closed the door and allowed myself to breathe. Wooyoung is here, not only that he’s been eyeing me so much a stranger knew what was up. I texted my friend letting them know I saw him and was leaving before he caught me. I knew that was a lie, but just in case he did make his way in here. If not I’m sure I can catch up with the random wingman. Just as I gave up and started to walk out, the door flew open.

“Holy shit!” I yelled, merely avoiding getting demolished. It shut just as fast as it had opened, and I looked up to see the man stuck in my head glaring down at me.

“So you just let random men touch you now?” He spoke, stepping towards me. I matched his pace, with each step forward I took one back. Suddenly, I wasn’t able to go any farther as the tiled wall hit my back.

“Didn’t know that’d be an issue with you, Wooyoung,” I hate him, I hate how good he can make me feel, I hate how contagious his laughter is, and I especially hate I’m not the only one who enjoys him.

“Figured you’d be tired of me by now,” I stepped past him, heading back towards the door. I doubt I’d let myself walk through it, but it was him this time. A soft grip on my wrist pulled me into his back.

“Any man would be a fool to get tired of you, love,” There it was, the few words to pull me back into his game. I could feel my body flutter as his lips trailed down my neck.

“Wooyoung, someone could walk in,” I muttered.

“Oh I’m sure you’d like that. Especially your blue haired friend, hm?” The hand not holding my wrist, slowly crept its way between my thighs.

“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you wear these?” His hands traced over the buttons on my shorts. The black ripped fabric covered just enough to be modest. I could tell Wooyoung started to get impatient as his hands quickly dipped past both fabrics. The cold metal sent a jolt through my body as it brushed my clit. Two of his fingers slid themselves through my cunt, causing me to fling my head onto his shoulder. The pace was relentless. My moans echoed in the bathroom, his other hand let go of my wrist and covered my mouth.

“As much as I love those noises, I need you to be quiet for me,” His voice was soft compared to his actions. I felt his fingers start to curl and with a few more thrust, my juices flooded onto his fingers. Pulling them from my pants, he plopped his fingers into his mouth. Before pulling them right back out and tugging on my shorts. My body jolted back to reality and I heard the bathroom door begin to open. Wooyoung shoved both of us into a stall, my back now squished onto the door. I wasn’t able to listen for much, as something flicked my clit. I bit my lip, drawing blood, as I looked down. Wooyoung was now kneeling before me, face deep between my thighs. His hand pulled one of my legs over his shoulder as I threw my hand over my mouth. His tongue was now lapping at my cunt, occasionally prodding its way inside before coming out to circle my clit. My brain short circuited once my second orgasm ripped through me, causing me to almost forget someone was in here with us. When Wooyoung stood from the floor, I was about to scold him for what he just pulled. However, I wasn’t able to as he lifted me up throwing my legs over his shoulders once more. The only thing keeping me from being completely nude, at this point, was my shirt.

“Now you can be as loud as you want,” He said. Any of my responses left my mind, as he pushed his length inside of me. Before he even reached all the way, he pulled out a little more. A whine left my lips, before he slammed back into me. Now keeping a relentless pace.

“You’re coming home with me,” He grunted. My mind had gone blank. The sound of my moans and skin slapping together, had now been drowned out by the booming speakers.

“No one’s allowed to touch you other than me, you’re mine,” He growled out, his pace started to get rougher and sloppier.

“You belong to me, and only me,” The possessiveness in Wooyoung’s voice pulled me into my third orgasm of the night.

“Yours only yours,” I blabbered out, as Wooyoung rode out my high. His teeth clamping down on my shoulder when his hips stuttered and came to a halt. A whine left my lips as he pulled out. I could feel the liquids spill out of me.

“As hot as that is, I doubt that’s comfortable,” Wooyoung muttered, letting me down on the ground. My hands pressed to the wall as my legs almost failed me. Wooyoung took some of the tissue and rubbed around my thighs.

“Y/N L/N, WOOYOUNG BETTER NOT BE IN HERE,” I heard my friend throw open the bathroom door.

“Doesn’t look like either are,” I heard the familiar voice from earlier speak.

“Actually Y/n and their boyfriend are in here thank you,” Wooyoung said, causing the two on the other side to start fighting and celebrating.

“Boyfriend?” I asked him, completely ignoring the other two.

“I’m yours now, forget trying to get rid of my anymore,”

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starlitangels · 2 years

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Pups AU Incorrect Quotes (Again)

Sam: Micah, let me see what you have

5-year-old Micah, running past: A knife!

Sam: No!

Frederick: Omg why does she have a knife?

Bright Eyes and Darlin’: *exchange a guilty look*

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Sam: How did none of y'all hear what I just said?

Lily and Danny: We’ve been zoned out for the last two and a half hours

Gabriel and Evelyn: We got distracted about halfway through

Natalie and Micah: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

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Micah: Yo what do you want to eat?

Danny, cloaked behind Natalie: *whispering* The souls of the innocent!

Natalie: A bagel

Danny: Nooo!

Natalie: Two bagels

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Andrew: I have made up my mind! I’ll be the first man on the sun!

Lily and Evelyn: Yes Andrew!

Natalie: That’s a great idea!

Micah: Leave today!

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Natalie: You ever wanna talk about your emotions, Micah?

Micah: No

Danny: I do

Natalie: I know Danny

Danny: I’m sad

Natalie: I know Danny

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Evelyn: I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag

Lily: You spi—wh-wh-wh—lipstick in my Valentino white bag—!!!

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Sam: Remember what I taught you, Micah? The quickest way to a man's heart is...?

Micah: Through the third and fourth rib

Sam: no

Darlin': *fist bumps Micah*

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Gabriel: Guess it's time to bring out the big guns!

Natalie: Please don’t take your shirt off

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Micah: Dating tip! Hold the door for your date. Rip the door off its hinges. Then use the door as a weapon to fight off other suitors. Establish your dominance—

Lily: I’m beginning to see why you’re still single

Gabriel: No, no. Let her finish

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Lily: So... Natalie kissed you, and you said "Thank you"?

Danny, lying facedown on the floor, cloaked: Yeeesss

Lily: Well, that's... very polite

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Some Random Classmate: Hey can I get your number?

Evelyn, looking him dead in the eye while visibly texting: I don't have a phone

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Rose Solaire: I am at a loss for words!

Micah, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, Rose continued to lecture me for 25 minutes

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Justin: Can I ask a dumb question?

Micah: Better than anybody I know

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Bad Guy: I've brought you here because I crave the deadliest game

Gabriel, Natalie, Evelyn, Lily, Danny, and Micah, simultaneously: *nodding* Knife Monopoly

Bad Guy: Okay I was going to hunt you for sport but now I'm interested in whatever Knife Monopoly is

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Micah, in full Southern Accent Mode: Lord, give me patience

Justin: I think you mean "give me strength"

Micah: If the Lord gave me strength, you'd be dead

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Evelyn: My dad told me that I could be anything I want

Evelyn: So I became a problem

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Sam: Micah did you do something stupid?

Micah, covered in blood: I think we both know the answer to that

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Natalie: Gabriel, as my brother, would you take a bullet for me?

Gabriel: Of course. I would do anything for you.

Gabriel: Except eat a cucumber. Those things are nasty

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Evelyn: Greetings, parental figure

Asher: Good morning, problem child

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Rose: I made you a friendship bracelet!

Micah: I'm not really a jewelry person...

Rose: You don't have to wear it if you don't wa--

Micah: No. I'm wearing it forever. Back off!

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Text from Gabriel: Sorry, I'm gonna be a half-hour late

Evelyn: *forgot they were even meeting, still in bed* You always do this

#Pups AU #Redacted ASMR #Micah Collins #Gabriel D. Shaw #Natalie Shaw #Evelyn ...#Lily Greer #Danny Greer #Rosalind Solaire #re: the valentino bag one--if you watch Erik's streams you know I had to include it

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zenmastercharles · 3 years

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To Fight A Class

Marinette had been different ever since Lila Rossi came back from her trip to Achu. Her falsified trip to Achu. Lila lied about almost everything, and Marinette’s class ate it up like chocolate. Marinette tried to call Lila out on her lies, however, Lila used every word Marinette spoke and turned it against the bluenette. And her class believed her! Even to the point where they stopped being her friends.

Lila made up tales about how Marinette would confront her in the bathroom and threaten her, send her mean texts (which she backed up with fake text screenshots), and she even lied about Marinette physically attacking her when she was alone. However, Lila decided to kick Marinette when she was already down.

Lila created a fake text number and texted another fake number posing as Marinette and her cousin. Lila, using Marinette’s identity, ranted about how stupid her class was, how she was playing them from the start, going into extensive detail about how their dreams would never become true and how dumb they all were. After Lila showed the class this fake conversation, they decided to confront her. They berated her when she got to the classroom.

Marinette denied everything, and this made the entire class angry. It made Alix so mad she actually hit Marinette, resulting in a suspension for both girls. Marinette was sad about losing all of her friends. And was almost akumatized 6 times in a single month, only being saved because of Tikki and Plagg fighting off the akumas. Marinette was now a social pariah. Her former friends started to bully her, trip her up, pour liquids on her sketchbook, and even berated her from time to time.

They truly believed that Marinette was a bully, and that hurt her. It hurt her so bad. Adrien still told her to take the moral high ground, that Lila’s lies weren’t hurting anybody, and let Lila realize that her lies are bad on her own. Adrien didn’t realize that Marinette’s lies were hurting her. One time, Marinette yelled at Lila about her lies, and a yelling battle broke out between Marinette and most of her class, Adrien standing by.

Afterwards, Adrien came up to her and actually berated her and said he was disappointed in her. Marinette berated him back, said something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe I used to like you’, and told him to talk to her when he’s found a way to remove to stupid stick from his ass. Adrien still didn’t realize that he had no right to be disappointed in her, and still tried to talk to her. He eventually gave up, and said to Plagg, word for word, that Marinette was now ‘unsaveable’. It was that moment when Plagg started to change his opinion on his holder.

Things weren’t getting better in her superhero form either. Chat Noir had become even more flirting. To the point where Ladybug occasionally berated him for being so flirty and not concentrating on the battle. One time, when Ladybug berated him in the middle of a fight, Chat decided to be petty. Chat left the fight, leaving Ladybug to fight all by herself. Plagg pleaded with Adrien to go back into the fight, but Adrien thought it would be okay, right?

Wrong, the villain almost killed Marinette’s parents. After that, Ladybug and Chat Noir’s relationship became distant. Chat Noir continued to be flirty, but Ladybug acted like he didn’t exist. One day, during a fight, Chat Noir turned up the flirt and wasn’t even helping Ladybug. After the akuma was defeated, Ladybug berated him and told him to stop acting like this. This was all recorded. The media exploded in outrage and conflict. On one side, people were acting lenient and defending Chat, and the other side was full-on roasting him. This saddened Adrien, who acted like he was the victim here. It was at that moment where Plagg decided that Adrien Agreste was no longer worthy to be his holder. Marinette had been at an all time low in both of her lives.

And guess what? BUSTIER STILL EXPECTED HER TO BE AN EXAMPLE. Whenever there was an altercation, Ms. Bustier spat out some random bullshit about being a good example for the students, and being a good class representative. Marinette was still obligated to plan fundraisers, school trips, and events. She couldn’t take it anymore, and considered taking her own life. Instead, she quit being class representative and moved to Ms. Mendeliev’s class. Ms. Bustier tried to convince her to stay, but the class was adamant that they didn’t need a bully like her as their class representative. That was indeed false.

Max was the smartest kid in the class, just barely getting above Marinette, so they elected him to class president. They planned a bake sale fundraiser, and thought of everything, except the fact that Marinette always baked 70% of all the baked goods. They were convinced that they didn’t need her, so they just bought a bunch of baked goods. Some of them tried to buy from Marinette’s bakery, and were promptly told to leave.

So, their fundraiser started, and was garbage. Most of the customers at the bake sale didn’t like what the class had brought and thought they were wildly overpriced for being store bought. Lila lied and said hers was homemade. In the end, they raised just 50 dollars. The class was kind of low about this, but were still convinced that Marinette was a bully that was unwanted and unneeded. Speaking of the blue-haired designer.

When she switched to Ms. Mendeliev’s class, the class was worried. They knew Lila lied and had turned the entire class into sheep, and thought Marinette was some sort of spy. But when they learned the full story, they comforted her. However, there were 5 students in the class who were absolutely furious about how Marinette’s old class had betrayed her. Aurore Beauréal, Roman Reyes, Mireille Caquet, Marc Anciel, and Jeanne Lémery.

These 5 students walked up to the Akuma Class during lunchtime and absolutely laid into them about how they’ve treated Marinette. Of course, they defend themselves and Lila busts out the crocodile tears. This ends in a physical dispute between Jeanne and Alix, which ended with another suspension. Marinette’s new friends started to mold her into the helpful, confident, and kind girl she was before Lila told all those fibs about her.

She brought pastries in for everyone, even Ms. Mendeliev, and Ms. Mendeliev soon grew to be her favorite teacher. Her new best friends were still furious and wanted to take the Akuma Class down. HARD. Marinette denied this action because she didn’t want to be involved with them again, but when she saw Mylene make a friendship charm for Lila, she quickly agreed and revealed that she had a trump card named Chloé Bourgeois.

Over the time where Lila was taking over the class, Chloe knew she was lying. She even called her out on it once. That was obviously a mistake. Lila spread even more lies about Chloe being mean to her. She said that Chloe paid people to wreck her windows and even wrecked her windows as “proof”. This caused the class to exile Chloe as well, which Chloe didn’t care about.

But what Chloe did care about was that Lila took Sabrina away from her. The class knew that Chloe was a bully, so it wasn’t hard for them to believe that Chloe did it. Sabrina started slightly threatening her by saying things like ‘People don’t want bullies as friends’ and ‘You can’t use your money to threaten people’. When the class confronted her about being mean to Lila, she didn’t want to take it anymore and went to leave.

She noticed Sabrina didn’t come with her. She called to Sabrina, who simply said ‘I don’t want to be friends with a bully.’ This broke Chloe’s heart and caused her to be akumatized into the Princess Dignity, who tried her best to get to Lila and force her to reveal her lies. Ladybug considered letting her hit Lila with her Blasts of Truth, but eventually overcame it and defeated Princess Dignity. Marinette heard about it and went to go look for Chloe.

She found her crying in an alleyway, where she thought no one would see her. Marinette consoled the blond, who tried to deny any feelings at first, but she eventually caved. She told Marinette about everything, and even admitted she had started liking Sabrina as more than a friend. Marinette and Chloe actually bonded over this, eventually losing hope that their crushes will ever come out of the darkness. (Marinette’s being Adrien, Chloe’s being Sabrina.)

After Marinette introduced Chloe to her new friends and told her about their plan, the blond was all in. Chloe put on an act and apologized to the class. They accepted the apology, Lila actually hugged Chloe, and Ms. Bustier was so proud that she gave Chloe a present. The group had a plan, a rather unnecessarily complicated one, but a plan it was.

They basically turned their fingers into metaphorical shovels and digged up dirt on everyone in that class, including the teacher. What they got was a gold mine of dirt.

They created a 40 minute video demonstrating all of Lila’s lies being disproved, and for the other half was recordings about the Akuma Class talking bad about each other and even some secrets that they had mentioned to themselves thinking they were alone. Her friends were ready to post it everywhere, but Marinette wanted to give them one last chance.

Her birthday was coming up and she was planning a party. She was going to invite her class. If they said yes, she would go small. If they said no, she would go BIG. When Roman passed out the invitation slips, the entire Akuma Class walked up to her table, insulted her, ripped all of their invitation slips and half, and threw them on Marinette’s table.

Marinette shed a single tear, before releasing a convoluting smirk. Any smirk Chloe gave would pale in comparison to the smugness in Marinette’s smirk. A smirk that made Lila Rossi a bit scared. Marinette replied with a simple, “Alright. Your loss.” They could hear the uncaringness in her voice. They expected begging, crying, and apologies. Not uncaringness.

Two months later, the Akuma Class walked into school, confused. Everyone was talking about a party hosted by Marinette. They were suspicious and checked Marinette’s social media accounts and saw that 67 pictures were taken and posted by Marinette on the night of her birthday. She had met so many celebrities. Mostly because Jagged Stone was her step-uncle, but she had some connections of her own.

She had designed dresses for Taylor Swift, Gigi Hadid, Billie Eilish (i probably spelled that wrong), and many other artists and models under the identity of MDC. No one knew that it was her, except for her new friends of course, who she told a bit after they became friends. Marientte decided to reveal herself, and people were shocked that it was just a 14 year old girl.

Especially the Avengers, who she had handsewn suits and dresses for once. This was Marinette’s plan, to make her friends regret not showing up and meeting celebrities. However, thanks to a light good luck charm placed on Marinette by Tikki, her plan took an unexpected turn for the better.

Each of the class’s Idols showed up, Lois Lane (Alya’s Idol), Marshmallow (Nino’s Idol), Tony Hawk (Alix’s Idol), Daisy Ridley (Adrien’s Idol), and so many more. Nathaniel was especially hurt when his favorite idol showed up in the picture reel. When Marinette returned, the class berated her once more about how she should have invited them and how some of them could have met their idols and gotten sponsorships.

She then reminds them that she did invite them. They remembered what they did and looked a bit less confident. They still tried to retort and say that she should have told them that she was inviting their idols. She says that she didn’t, that Jagged invited them, they were still mad, but not as mad as they would be at the end of the day. Just as school was about to end, a video was sent to everyone’s phones in Francois Dupont, even some outside of school.

The first 20 minutes were discrediting every lie Lila told. Lila tried to refute it when she saw it, but there was no way to discredit cold hard evidence. The next 20 minutes were revealing secrets, insults, and lies that the class had kept from each other way before Lila even showed her face. Nino stealing from his competition, Alix cheating in multiple races, Kim insulting a lot of his classmates and cheating, Max not even being the one who built Markov, Mylene shown not to be happy in her relationship with Ivan and even ranting about the poor brute, Alya being racist to a dude who had happened to see Ladybug detransform and wouldn’t tell her anything, and so much more. The only ones who had no dirt to dig up were Ivan, Juleka, and Rose, who were relieved.

However, then something unexpected popped up on everyone’s phone screens. A little 6 minute video revealing Adrien to be Chat Noir, posted by Jeanne with the permission from Marinette. It also showed how hostile and petty Chat Noir had been to Ladybug all because she wouldn’t date him. This made people hate Adrien and Gabriel even berated his son for ruining his reputation.

Adrien was about to go take it out on Marinette, but didn’t expect to be swarmed by a bunch of Kwamis. They stole his ring off of him and flew off, with Plagg stating that Adrien was no longer fit to be Chat Noir before following the rest of the Kwamis. This made Adrien extremely sad, but instead of Hawkmoth akumatized him first, he turned Adrien to the side of evil. Hawkmoth revealed himself as Gabriel and managed to convince Adrien to become evil. He gave him the fixed Peacock Miraculous and Adrien became a recurring villain to Ladybug. However, Ladybug had a new team.

Ladybug decided to give Miraculouses to the friends she knew would always be on her side. She gave Roman the Cat Miraculous, Aurore the Rooster Miraculous, Mirelle the Mouse Miraculous, Kagami the Dragon Miraculous, Luka the Snake Miraculous, and Jeanne the Ox Miraculous. She even gave Chloe the Horse Miraculous so that she wouldn’t have to worry about the secret identity thing again. After a few months of Adrien terrorizing the city as Feather Rouge, they finally defeated him, they threw his ass in jail along with his father and his assistant.

Her class, after seeing the video, started fighting amongst themselves, eventually escalating to an every man for himself brawl in the classroom. Every student in the class was suspended, but with the video, they had enough expenses expelled. They all decided to blame Lila AND Marinette for this. They went to confront Marinette, even though they all hated each other. Only to meet a badass, angry, pizza stick weilding Chinese mother who told them to fuck off (she didn’t say “fuck off” literally, but they could tell that they should by her tone of voice).

They eventually got to Marinette, and tried to berate her again. However, her real friends were there to defend her and scare her former friends off. Marinette thanked them and was grateful to have real friends.

(This is the first fic I’ve ever written. I wrote it in like an hour. I was rushing. I’m sorry if it’s bad.)

#ml salt fic #ml salt #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #sparing nobody #EVERYONE GETS DESTROYED #lila salt #ml class #i wanted to include more #but I got lazy #i need to work on that

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myheroheacanons · 4 years

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Chapter 23

- You thought you and your best friend were having an outing, but then you bump into your soulmate who broke your heart. Can he atone for what he did?

Pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: ummmm I can’t apologize enough for what took so long. I am truly sorry that it took me this long to get myself together and finally finish it. Although I’m sad that enemy is finally over, I’m really excited to start working on my next smau! I hope you all are doing okay, and stay safe!

You wandered around the park, admiring the pretty sunset. Summer was great in the sense that the sunset was so late. It was 8:30 in the evening and the sky was filled with beautiful warm colors. You were walking towards the tree that Todoroki told you he’d meet you at. An odd location to meet if you were honest. A random tree of all places. You spotted the unique features Todoroki described in the text and walked to it. You also didn’t know why he wanted to meet in a park of all places. His explanation was that he was doing something in the city, but couldn’t you just meet in the shop? You decided to stop questioning your friend’s weird logic. You saw someone underneath sitting on a picnic blanket but thought you’d just stand near the tree and not bother them. Until you saw who it was.

Bakugou looked at her and a shocked expression came on his face. You stood there speechless.

“Y/n…” he nearly whispered, looking her over with a soft look in his eyes. He stood up and made his way to her. “Don't,” you said sternly. “What are you doing here?!” the expression on your face changed from confused to furious in seconds. He looked at you, eyes filled with regret and sadness. “I said, what the hell are you doing here?!” you clutched your purse and furrowed your brows. The hurt in your voice was painfully obvious and it stung Bakugou. “I need to talk to it, but I wanted to do it in person,” Bakugou said, attempting to keep his composure. At that moment you were a ticking time bomb. All the emotions you have been suppressing and hiding now coming to the surface. And as you stared at him, tears began to spill out of your eyes. “Who do you think you are?!” you yelled at him, anger pulsating through your whole body. Bakugou’s eyes widened at your outburst. He watched you with caution and guilt. “Y-you can’t just do that!” you sobbed. Your knees were wobbling, you felt as if you were going to collapse any minute. “Do you know how angry I am at you?! You lead me on and gave me hope that someone truly loves me for once! Then you just rip it all away, and now you want to talk!” you continued. Bakugou heard the hurt in your voice and his guilt grew. It was hurting him too, to see you like that, knowing he caused it. “I know, and I understand if you hate me and never want to see me again,” he said sadly. His voice was unusually quiet. Almost no one ever heard Bakugou speak like that. “But can you please hear me out…” he said so quietly. You looked at him, eyes filled with tears. In front of you wasn’t the Bakugou that yelled at everyone. The Bakugou that hid his emotions from everyone and everything. In front of you was a vulnerable boy, with all the hurt and sadness spilling out of his body. He was letting you see him in his worst state. He was letting you see him with his walls down. You continued to stare for a couple seconds. “I don’t hate you, dummy,” you said, dropping to sit on the grass. You were also in her most vulnerable state. All the anger and sadness also spills out your body like a waterfall. “Well you probably should,” he said, dropping down next to you. “Yeah, I know,” you said, giving a weak smile. “But I could never hate you..” you finished with a sigh at the end. You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the sunset. Those beautiful colors that filled the sky reminded you of the boy sitting next to you. “I already said this, but I am so angry at you” you continued. “But I could never hate my soulmate” you muttered as you met Bakugou’s gaze. His eyes filled with surprise for a moment which instantly turned to soft happiness. “I don’t know how I can ever make it up to you. But can I please explain myself, surprisingly I'm not an asshole who did that just cause he was bored” he said as he looked at her with the tiniest bit of hope in his eyes. You snorted quietly reacting to his words. “I’m always willing to listen to you,” you said laying back into the grass, watching as the sky turned dark as the sun went away. “When I was dumb and naive, I met a girl” he started, laying back down to level with you. You turned your head to look at him. He had a sad smile on his face. “At the time, I thought that girl was my soulmate, but in reality, she was my enemy,” he said. You watched as different emotions played on his face. “She seemed like a dream. Beautiful and funny” as he said those words, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. “But then, she cheated on me. Multiple times. And would manipulate and gaslight me.” your eyes widened with surprise when he said that. “She seems like she's a great person,” you said sarcastically. “Yeah, and at the time I thought she was,” he said with sadness in his voice. “But we eventually broke up. And somehow she was an even bigger headache when we weren’t together” he said, continuing to stare at the sky. You leaned in continuing to listen. “She spread lies and rumors the moment we broke up,” he said with a sad look in his eye. “And when I met you, I didn’t….I didn’t want to believe such an angel really came to me” he said. You couldn’t help but have a blush spread across your face. His face was also turning red with embarrassment. Bakugou was never this honest with his feelings. Especially, in front of another person. “I’m sorry that I hurt you. Believe me, I never meant to” he said giving you the most sincere look. You stared into each other's eyes for a while. His face for once was filled with vulnerability. His sadness and guilt shined through his eyes. “I forgive you, Katsuki,” you said, sitting up and he did the same. His expression was filled with hope. “You really do?” he said in almost a whisper. You saw the guilt and sadness in his eyes slowly melted away and instead became filled with happiness and love. “Yes, you dumb ass,” you gave a weak laugh when you said that. “Who are you calling dumb ass” he snarled, his ego slowly returning to him. As you guys both looked at each other, eyes filled with pure love, you felt his hands on yours. Your heart fluttered as he leaned his face closer to yours. His eyes fluttered shut and so did yours as your lips connected. His lips were the softest things you ever felt. You put your hand in his hair and pulled it a little which made him kiss you even harder. All the emotions he’s been hiding and suppressing, were all being poured into this kiss. You and him broke apart for air. You looked over his face. You found all his features beautiful, you just loved him so much. “Y/n, I love you” Bakugou muttered out. At that moment, it’s like time stood still. Everything seemed so calm, so happy, and so...good. You were, you were truly happy at that moment. “I love you too, Katsuki,” you said as you leaned into his chest and closed your eyes. His face lit up in a cherry red when the embarrassment reached his brain. “Awww are you embarrassed?” you teased him, which made his face turn even redder. “S-shut up” he muttered covering his face with the back of his hand. You and him stayed like that and watched the stars. You saw people describe online how beautiful and happy they felt when they were finally with their soulmate. When you read those articles you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, yet hopeful. Because maybe in the future, you would finally meet your soulmate. The person that is supposed to be by your side through thick and thin. The person that is meant to love you forever. And at this moment, you knew that you finally felt what you imagined all those years. You closed your eyes and inhaled his sweet scent. You finally found the place that you belong. With Bakugou by your side.

A/n: And now we just have the epilogue left! Let me know what you guys think! Thank you so much for reading and all the support!

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sunlit-squid · 3 years

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(simping softness prompts) could i get some “hey, everything's gonna be fine. stay where you are, i'm on my way” or “holy crap, i thought you were dead! never do that to me again!” if you are feeling so inclined? sorry im just in love w ur writing

For those who don't know, my ask box is open. Send me a simping softness prompt, and I'll write a short sbsp ficlet for you. ✰

i'm gonna do "hey, everything's gonna be fine ...", but don't you worry. i will also be doing "holy crap ..." at some point, since someone else requested it.

anyway, thanks for the prompt, and for the kind words! while we're here, i should also say that @wowthwtslame is doing a similar ficlet challenge. their writing is wonderful, so definitely check them out!

also tagging @azumeowth, who requested the same prompt!

ficlet under the cut. thanks again!

The call came in -- loudly -- at around 2 in the morning.

When Squidward rolled over to check his shell phone, the dull blue screen read, simply, “SpongeBrat”, accompanied by a vomit emoji. Sighing, the octopus put his phone on silent and went back to bed. Surely whatever it was the sponge wanted to blabber about could wait until tomorrow. After a decent night’s sleep.

Unfortunately, sleep was hard to come by. Despite having switched his phone to silent, the device’s small blue screen continued to light up repeatedly, like a small, pathetic rave. Every few seconds, the small blue light cast peculiar shadows on the walls of Squidward’s bedroom. Eventually, after thirty minutes of tossing and turning, the cephalopod grabbed his phone to shove it inside the nightstand -- when he caught a glimpse of the screen itself.

43 missed calls. 37 unread text messages. All from “SpongeBrat” Squarepants.

The phone rang again. This time, Squidward picked up.

“Spongebob, do you have any idea what time it is?” snapped Squidward, despite the uncomfortable, worried feeling growing in his stomach. “No? Well, I’ll tell you -- it is two-forty-seven --”

“I-I know, Squidward,” came a small, shaking Spongebob-voice. “I just -- I didn’t know what to do.”

Squidward paused. Well, that was … not the regular Spongebob volume. Or tone. Or pitch.

“Squ -- Squidward?” came the sponge’s soft, sad voice once more. The frycook’s voice was barely audible. There was some sort of loud, constant whooshing happening on the other end, not to mention a weird crackling noise, which made it very difficult to hear. Squidward sighed, wiping a tentacle across his eyes.

“I’m here,” said Squidward. “What’s this about, Spongebob?”

Silence. Then, crying -- and not Spongebob’s usual loud, obnoxious crying. This crying was quiet and gentle, barely decipherable against the loud whooshing on the other end of the line. Squidward sat up then, pressing the phone close to his ear.

“Sponge,” said Squidward, panic rising in his chest. “Sponge, what’s wrong?”

Spongebob sobbed something indiscernible. Then, he stammered, “I’m -- I’m hurt, Squidward. I’m hurt, and … I’m lost.”

Something funny exploded in Squidward’s chest. Before he knew it, the octopus was out of bed, scrambling for his jacket and keys. Gripping his shell phone tight, Squidward asked, “Where are you? What’s going on, Spongebob?”

On the other end of the line, Spongebob snuffled. “I got on the wrong bus,” he explained, in a shaky, uneven voice. “I -- I’m in a place called ‘Deviltown’ now, and the current is so strong, and the signal is pretty bad --” There was that distorted, crackling sound again -- followed by a few more broken whimpers.

Squidward sighed, feeling his hearts crack with every little sob. “Hey, everything’s going to be fine,” he said, stepping out the door and into the cool Bikini Bottom night. “Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”

-0-

Deviltown, it turned out, was several hours away from Bikini Bottom. Squidward’s shell phone indicated the drive not only went straight, but downward -- which was certainly a problem. Oceanic towns grew more and more dangerous the deeper you went, and Deviltown was apparently thousands of nautical leagues under the sea. Wherever Spongebob was, even the sun couldn’t reach him.

Undeterred, Squidward set off on his journey. His boat was constantly maintained, so the cephalopod was certain it could handle the perilous road ahead.

For the first hour or so, the drive was uneventful -- peaceful, even. The streets were smooth and well taken care of, which was good considering the massive tax hike this past year. Squidward even put on some Kelpy G, which certainly helped to soothe his nerves.

Later on, however, the drive got worse. The once well-maintained roads gave way to rickety rocks and slippery sand, with only a few sporadic road signs to get by. Moonlight became sparse, and by the time Squidward reached a vertical road, he had his brights all the way up -- and was still struggling to see.

A nearby rickety sign read “Deviltown, 10 nautical miles downward.” Peering down into the deep abyss, Squidward gulped. Despite his headlights, he still couldn’t see a thing -- just a vast expanse of open blackness.

A tight feeling wound itself around Squidward’s chest. He thought about backing up, turning around, and going straight home. This was ridiculous. Why was he out here, in the wee hours of the morning, chasing after SpongeBrat Squarepants, of all people? The boy had other friends. Certainly one of them would be willing to retrieve him.

Squidward’s tentacle hovered just over the gear stick. That’s when he saw it: in his passenger seat lay Spongebob’s wrinkled little jacket. The sponge must have left it behind the other day, when Squidward (begrudgingly) drove them both home from work.

Squidward’s chest felt hollow, suddenly. He thought of how many times he’d seen Spongebob in that exact jacket over the years.

He thought of never seeing him in that jacket ever again.

Groaning, the octopus switched gears from “Drive” to “Drive, But Downward”, and puttered his way into the deep and black abyss.

-0-

The journey into the inky black was, bar none, one of the creepiest things Squidward had ever experienced. He told himself, repeatedly, that if he just stared straight ahead and focused on the task at hand, then everything would be fine. Still, hearing creepy noises in the darkness (and being unable to see where they came from) was severely unsettling.

After what felt like forever, the vertical road became horizontal once again, and Squidward finally drove into Deviltown. Luckily, the town had the decency to set up some lamp posts, possibly for out-of-towners like Squidward who were unused to the darkness. Still, the lamp posts were few and far between, and there was nobody out and about, giving Deviltown a fittingly creepy vibe nonetheless.

Tense, cold, and worried, Squidward drove further into town, squinting for Spongebob’s bright yellow body. Surely the boy couldn’t be that hard to spot -- he was likely the only vibrant thing down here. Surely --

Oh. Oh, no.

Squidward brought his boat careening to a stop. Clambering out of it, the octopus made his way over to a rickety wooden bus stop, with a flickering lamp post just overhead. On a bench nearby was none other than Spongebob Squarepants: cold, alone, and unconscious. For a moment, a horrible thought passed through Squidward’s head -- is he dead? -- before he saw the sponge’s chest rise and fall, taking slow and steady breaths.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Squidward looked up and down the street. No one in sight.

Gently, the octopus leaned down and shook Spongebob lightly. “Hey,” said Squidward, awkwardly. “What are you doing asleep all the way out here? We have work tomorrow, you know.”

Spongebob stirred. In the dim light, Squidward realized the sponge really was hurt -- his usually spiffy shirt and tie were ripped straight down the middle. Beyond the fabric, the sponge’s chest was badly torn up, too, and for some reason, he had not regenerated yet.

Squidward swallowed. “Spongebob?”

The sponge stirred once more. This time, his eyes opened -- and he smiled, weakly. “Squidward,” he slurred, happily. He tried to laugh, then winced, clutching at his stomach and chest. “Squidward, it’s you … you came … ”

“Of course I came,” muttered Squidward, before he could stop himself. “I -- you … ugh, I hate you.”

Scooping up Spongebob, Squidward gently carried him over to the boat, positioning him carefully in the passenger’s seat. The sponge fussed a little about being buckled in, but otherwise, seemed too out of it to complain properly. Taking a deep breath, Squidward got back behind the wheel and started the engine.

“Heheh,” chuckled Spongebob as the boat roared to life. “Vroom-vroom.”

Squidward rolled his eyes and began turning the boat around, back towards Bikini Bottom. “We’re going home now,” he said, with a sigh. “You need to see a doctor for … whatever it was that happened to you.”

Spongebob simply nodded, then fell to his side, leaning all of his body weight on Squidward as he drove. The octopus felt warmth rising to his cheeks, and for once felt grateful for the murky blackness of the ocean void.

Spongebob was mumbling something.

“What is it?” said Squidward. “Are you okay?”

“I …uh … love you, Squidward,” said Spongebob, in a very loopy voice. “I love your big nose, and your paintings, and I wanna … get married, someday. Okay? Can we get married, someday?”

Squidward’s entire face was bright red now. It took everything in him not to just veer in a random direction and crash the entire damn boat. Taking a deep breath, the octopus collected himself. Spongebob was just severely injured, and loopy as a result. He didn’t really mean any of this.

Squidward decided to play along. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, we can get married.”

“Mm,” said Spongebob, chuckling softly. “Can I -- can I wear a dress?”

“Sure,” said Squidward. “Whatever you want.”

“And you’ll … and you’ll kiss me?”

“Mhm,” mumbled Squidward.

“And I can … listen to you play the clarinet around the house … and, and paint with you … and watch your soaps with … you … ”

Squidward looked over. The sponge had fallen asleep, and was snoring loudly. Which was … good. Very good. Excellent, even. That way, they couldn’t talk about marriage or love or any of that absolute nonsense. Now they could just drive forward in sweet silence.

Still, Squidward found himself dwelling over Spongebob’s words far more than he would have liked.

About an hour into the drive home, the octopus glanced over at the sponge, still fast asleep beside him. Fixing his gaze forward, Squidward took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel in a tight death-grip.

“Spongebob, I …,” Squidward began, shakily. “I love you. I love you, I love you.”

Squidward found that once he started saying it, he couldn’t stop. The words felt good in his mouth, like a massive weight had finally been lifted off his chest.

“I love everything about you,” said Squidward, his three hearts exploding inside his chest. “Your annoying laugh, your stupid singing, all of it. I want to read with you, and garden with you.”

Squidward hesitated, his words floating out into the open water.

“I love you,” said Squidward, one last time. “And I … I don’t know what to do about it. Maybe I’m a coward. I’m sorry.”

Squidward looked over. Spongebob was still fast asleep, snoring away against his arm -- but the smallest of smiles had appeared on his face.

-0-

Squidward woke up in the hospital, seated in a chair next to Spongebob’s hospital bed. The poriferan was wide awake, watching an episode of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy on the hospital television. Of course.

The sponge turned. “Squidward!” he exclaimed, his voice loud and back to normal. “You’re awake!”

“Unfortunately,” muttered the octopus. “How are you feeling?”

“Great!” chirped Spongebob. “Better than ever, actually -- but the doc says I should stick around for a little while, just in case.”

Squidward glanced down. Sure enough, Spongebob’s chest had almost fully regenerated. Thank Neptune. When they arrived at the Bikini Bottom General Hospital early that morning, Spongebob was still in rough shape. The doctor said Spongebob most likely had a run-in with a deep-sea predator, and the attack was too quick and too constant for the poriferan to regenerate. Not to mention there were several lacerations to his vital organs.

Still, sponges were pretty sturdy folk -- and all Spongebob really needed was a long rest in a controlled environment.

Squidward breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Great,” he said, awkwardly. “I, uh. Pay attention next time you get on the bus, alright? So I don’t have to come running after you.”

Spongebob laughed. “Okey-doke.”

The two then sat together in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time. All the while, Squidward wondered if perhaps his stupid, impulsive, not-really-a-love-confession-confession had actually gotten through to Spongebob. His hearts twisted up at just the thought.

“Hey, Squidward?”

The octopus looked up, and was very surprised to find splotches of red decorating the sponge’s cheeks.

“What?” said Squidward.

“My, uh, sea flowers have been dying lately,” said the sponge, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Maybe you could come by and we could share some gardening tips?”

A brilliant red blush planted itself on Squidward’s face. Then, he cleared his throat, and folded his arms across his chest. “Only if we get to watch a soap afterwards.”

Spongebob grinned. “Deal.”

Squidward found himself grinning, too, despite himself. “Deal.”

References:

“Deviltown” is loosely based off of the Devil Sea, near the Japanese coast.

I will likely be compiling these ficlets into one combined fic on ao3. I originally wasn't going to, but I definitely didn't expect so many requests. So keep an eye out for that, at some point.

#squidbob #spongebob squarepants #squidward tentacles #spongebob #squidward #spongeward #my fics #ask #asks #sunlit-squid

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years

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Idk if your requests are open or not but hope it is! Can I get a bakugou × reader scenario where the reader breaks up with him. Lots of angst plz hehe. Maybe he looks back on all he could've done better and its tearing him apart??? Sorry if its too much! Thanks in advance!!💞

The man you deserve

[Author's note: Alright, so I HATE sad endings and I DON'T write sad endings. Does that mean I won't write angst? Nope. I definitely will write angst and put fluff at the end cause I can!]

Warning: ANGST (seriously, I'll rip your fucking heart out) and fluff at the end.

"I'm done, Bakugou. Whatever we had, it's affecting my mental health. I'm done. Have a good life." the last text from you glared back at him. It had been 6 months since you sent that text and he still didn't know how to reply. It was all his fault, now that he recalled everything that led to this text.

His insecurities got the best of him. He was so sure that you'd leave him for your boss when you were actually his. You tried your best to make him realise that you loved him. That you weren’t cheating on him. And yet, he always blamed you for his own insecurities. How many times did he blame you of cheating? He can't even count anymore. How many times did he have screaming matches with you? Hell, that's what the two of you literally did on the last days you were together.

He recalled the days when things were better. The days when he'd walk with your hand in his, in a random park as the sun set. The way you smiled on those many dates, the way you'd take random pictures of him on your phone without him knowing. You made him soft, you made him smile.

"I'll never leave you, Katsuki" you told him so many times. Too many times to be honest. He clearly remembers you under him as he pleasured you, telling him that you are his. That you’ll always be his. You promised. Then again, you only broke this promise because of him. It was all his fault.

He could recall ignoring the fact that you were depressed simply because he was jealous. He accused you of pretending to be depressed when he should've supported you. He should've trusted you when all he did was doubt your feelings. He should've let you know how much he loves you instead of telling you that you don't matter and that he doesn’t care if you leave. He knew that he made messed up badly and now, it was too late to fix things.

He tried to move on. He really did. He slept with random women, went on random dates for the first few months. He wanted to prove that he could live happily without you. However, nothing worked. Every single night he spent with someone else, he felt guilt eat him away. Every single date he went on were as bland as hospital meals. They just weren’t enough, they just weren’t you.

He stared at his phone, re-reading the last words you sent him. The billboard chart award ceremony was supposed to take place today and you would be there. With Deku. Your boss. Your boyfriend. The guy he was insecured about in the first place. He already got an email from the billboard award Association that he finally surpassed Deku and took the number one position. Then why did he feel such utter defeat? He had always wanted to be the number one hero but today, it just didn't seem enough. He was just a defeated man.

You blocked him everywhere on social media when you left him, which is why he followed your Instagram through a fake account. He wanted to see you smile. He wanted to make sure that you were happy. He unfollowed you the day he saw a picture of you with Deku. One where Deku was hugging you and you were smiling. Bakugou used to be the one in Deku's place just a few months back. However, at this point, he knew that you deserved better. You deserved someone like Deku who didn't doubt you. Who made you smile. He just wasn’t good enough.

Putting on the suit that his manager got him, Bakugou got ready for the function. He had been preparing this speech for when he became the number one hero ever since he was a kid. However, today, he just didn't know what to say on that stage.

He didn’t look for you when he reached the building where the ceremony was taking place. He ignored all the journalists who wanted his comments on how he felt about becoming the number one. If the circumstances were different, he'd brag about it but now, it just didn't matter. When he was finally called on the stage, he didn't have that cocky smile on his face. Nor did he have his usual scowl. He just looked indifferent. He just felt empty. When he was finally asked to give a small speech, he didn’t know what to say.

"I…" he paused. Suddenly, the emptiness in his eyes was replaced by sadness. He saw you for the first time in months, standing in the crowd in front of the stage. You looked beautiful and all dressed up. All for Deku. "I don't deserve to be the number one hero." Bakugou ended his sentence. He wanted to say "I don't deserve you" to you but he knew you didn't want to listen to him. You were Deku's, not his.

"A hero should care about the people they save. A hero should be doing what they do to save people in general. I had been fighting villains all my life to become the number one hero. To win every fight I get into. It was always about my ego, never about making the world a better place. If there's anyone who deserves this award, it's definitely not me." Bakugou ended his speech. Indirectly, he told you everything he wanted to say for the past months. He gave you the reply to that message you sent him.

Bakugou was hiding from the reporters in his usual spot and waiting for the ceremony to end. The billboard charts award ceremony took place in this specific venue for years and Bakugou already found his own safe spot. Even last year, he was here with you, doing some rather sinful deeds. "And now I'm hiding from the shitty reporters alone after rejecting the position that I've dreamed of getting my entire life. That's just great." Bakugou thought sardonically. "Just where I expected to find you huh…" he suddenly heard a familiar voice. Looking at the source, he found you, standing in front of him, looking like an angel.

"Hey, Bakugou" you broke the silence yet again before sitting beside him. "Why aren't you with shitty Deku? Don't think he'd be okay with you hanging with your ex in random secluded areas." Bakugou grumbled. "Midoriya and I broke up. Besides, I get to choose where I want to be." you answered making Bakugou smile. He always loved the way you were so independent. "I didn’t expect you of all people to be humble about being number one though" you chuckled, the sound being music to Bakugou's ears. "I ain't as bad as you think I am, shitty woman." He answered with a small smile. You hummed sarcastically in answer and this time, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to apologise but you blocked me everywhere." Bakugou muttered, not looking at you. "I'm sorry too… I should've been more patient…" you answered, much to his surprise. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late just yet. Maybe he still had a chance of making things right. Either way, he wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste. "(L/N), you leaving me made me find out how much of a dick I was. It made me realise my mistakes and all. If you want to, give me another chance." Bakugou muttered.

"Yeah I noticed how much you've changed, Bakugou. The old you would never say any of the things you mentioned on that stage. I've realised how important relationships are as well… But I'm not ready to jump into a relationship right now. Can we start over as friends and work our way up there?" you asked him, hoping he'd be okay with it. Infact, Bakugou wasn’t the only one who was saddened by the end of your relationship. As soon as Midoriya left you for Uraraka, you realised the worth of the relationship you had with Bakugou. You wanted it back someday, even if it wasn’t now. When Bakugou gave you his signature smirk and replied with a "whatever, dumbass", you knew that things were gonna be okay. As long as the two of you were together, everything was going to be fine. Bakugou knew that this time, he would be the man you deserve.

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 6-Shape of My Heart

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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Part 5 Part 7

Note: Big shout out to my friend @jeyramarie for helping me edit this! She’s the best, make sure to go check her page out! I’ll be putting out more prompt requests tonight as well!

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The girls decided to take me out shopping, wanting to get out of the house for a little bit. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t avoiding Rudy after the events a few days ago, our almost kiss still engraved thoughts into my brain. There was more to the story than what I provided the Maddie’s and Mo with the other day...

Let me provide a bit of back story:

I was 11 years old the first time I was called ugly. I had developed a crush on one of my cousins best friends, asking him if he could possibly give me his number. When I asked why he wouldn’t he said ‘you’re ugly and fat’. I was struck with sadness, crying the rest of the day. I hated the way I looked from that moment on, no matter what I wore, how I fixed my hair, or how much makeup I put on...I still felt ‘ugly’.

Then came High School, the years of broken hearts. I stupidly fell for the senior bad boy, falling into his trap. I had finally mustered up the courage after about 6 months of us texting and hanging out to admit my feelings for him. He shot me down immediately, saying that he ‘wasn’t ready for commitment’. I was crushed, putting off boys for good.

My freshman year of college, I met a boy named Nick. He was my age, and we worked at the same retail establishment. Nick did some damage, scaring my mental mind. We became good friends, having the same personality and liking a lot of the same things. A few months in, he started to express romantic interest in me. He would hold my hand, call me cute nick names, play with my hair, and ya know stuff that would make anyone think a guy is interested.

I had told one of my co workers about our situation, her advising me to shoot my shot. I had planned on telling him that night how I felt, until he came and found me before I had got off work. He told me that he never felt any romantic way towards me, that it was all a game to make the fat girl fall for him so that he could crush my heart. I was floored by this, wondering what I could have possibly done to deserve that.

When I met Rudy, I couldn’t help but fall for him. His natural sense of humor matching mine made me feel things I didn’t think I could ever feel again. I pushed away those feelings however, it wasn’t worth the risk. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship because of a silly crush.

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I was startled from my thoughts when Rudy appeared to my side out of nowhere, taking my hand in his. I smiled as he intertwined our fingers, waving out locked hands back and forth dramatically.

We shopped ‘til we dropped, Chase now starting to complain about agreeing to come. Our stop at Sephora was the best though, the boys walked in with confused looks on their faces. Rudy trailed behind me as I walked each aisle, picking up random stuff to ask me what it is.

“Baby, what’s this? Why does it look like a marker?” he inquired, holding up eyeliner.

“That’s eyeliner, that’s what I used to do this.” I explained, pointing to my winged liner. An employee came up to us, both of us turning to smile at her.

“I just have to say, you two are the cutest couple.” she grinned.

“Oh we’re not-” I started, my eyes widening.

“Thank you very much.” Rudy said, grinning at her.

I eyed him as she walked away, rolling my eyes at his cute grin. He hugged me from behind, kissing my head soundly. I giggled, pushing him away playfully. I walked up to the counter, laying my stuff on the counter. I was digging through my purse for my credit card when I heard the telling sound of the receipt printing, looking to see Rudy putting his wallet back in his pocket. I glared at him, thanking the cashier as we walked away.

“You asshole, that was probably $100 worth of shit.” I huffed, digging out some cash to give him.

“I wanted to buy it for you.” he stated, shrugging his shoulders. I tried to hand him the money, but he ignored me.

“Rudy,” I snapped, shoving the money in his back pocket.

“Woah babe! If you wanted to touch my ass, all you had to do was ask.” he winked, smoothly putting the money back in my purse.

“Do not buy me anything else, I mean it.” I said firmly, stomping out of the store.

“We’ll see about that.” he smirked, holding the door for both of us.

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I had bought a new outfit for the house party we were having tonight, actually feeling confident in myself for once. I had bought a lilac cropped halter top and paired it with some ripped jean shorts, topping it off with some white and black Adidas sneakers. I touched up what makeup I was wearing, Maddie B and Mo coming in. I smiled at the couple, twirling in my outfit for them.

“Dang girl look at you!” Mo cheered.

“Y/n, you look STUNNING!” Maddie B gasped, her hands crossing over her heart.

“I’m happy you pushed me out of my comfort zone, I feel pretty for once.” I said bashfully, my cheeks flushing from their compliments. Maddie C poked her head in, her eyes and mouth popping open.

“Oh my god y/n! Rudy for sure is hittin’ it tonight sister!” she praised, coming over to hug me.

“Oh please,” I scoffed.

“I saw how you guys acted today,” she raised her brow.

“He was just being friendly Mad,” I sighed.

“Who’s being friendly?” Rudy asked, the girls piling out of the room the second he came in.

He walked further in the room, his eyes widening when he took a full look at me. His gaze burned my skin, feeling it crawl over every inch. I looked down at my feet, shuffling them as I couldn’t take the heat. I felt my face burning, no doubt red as a tomato.

“You-....you look-” he stuttered.

“Bad?” I asked.

“God no! I...I’m speechless.” he laughed.

“Did little ole me make THE Rudy Pankow tongue tied?” I taunted, his cheeks beginning to match mine.

Rudy came closer, taking my hand in his. He held it up so I could twirl, a low whistle coming from his lips. I giggled, beaming at the man in front of me. He pulled my arms around him, his going to my hips. I felt the tension in the room rise as we gazed intently into each other’s eyes.

“You look amazing, beautiful.” he whispered, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Thank you,” I murmured, tilting my head down.

“Hey, these shots are going to drink themselves!” JD yelled, causing both Rudy and I to cackle.

I was a few shots in, feeling a bit tipsy already. Rudy had talked me into being on his team in beer pong, facing off against Chase and JD. I hesitated only because I hadn’t played since the last time I saw them.

“Babe come on please!” he begged.

“Yeah BABE!” JD said dramatically, earning a glare from Rudy.

“I guess it won’t hurt for me to give it a go.” I caved, picking up the ball.

We were in the middle of the game when Elaine walked in with Drew and Austin, my mood dropping slightly. She hugged everyone hello, saving Rudy for last. He side hugged her while she threw herself in his arms, both of them stumbling slightly. They laughed as they pulled away, and she laid a sloppy kiss on his cheek. I felt my heart crush a little, turning back to the game.

Rudy and I won surprisingly, double high fiving with the winning shot. The girls were tired of the boys, so they stole me to take me to the designated dance floor. Since it was just us girls, I let go, and danced without a care in the world. Elaine entered the room, sending a glare my way. I already had so much to drink from the shots and beer pong, I didn’t even pay attention to her.

Rudy entered the room, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I saw him do a double take, staring right at me as I danced. I smiled, winking at him. His mouth dropped, taking his cig out. I turned my attention back to Maddie C who had until now been my dance partner, Chase having stole her from me. I pouted as she mouthed an apology, but I soon felt a presence behind me. Rudy pulled me flush against him, his eyes a shade darker than normal.

He turned me around so that my back was to his front, rocking me to the beat. Tension was thick in the air, our bodies sensually moving together. I got a wild hair and pushed my ass harder against him, a grunt being heard from him. I giggled, pretending like I didn’t know what I did. He gripped my waist tighter, his fingers digging into what skin was showing.

“I’ll be right back,” I spoke, smiling as I walked away towards the bathroom. I walked to the bathroom in my room, reapplying some lip gloss. I fluffed my hair a little, and adjusted the girls to make them pop a little more.

I was looking down as I walked out, adjusting the pockets of my shorts when I was suddenly pinned against the wall. Rudy stood in front of me, his eyes wild as he stared into my eyes.

I gasped when he smashed his lips to mine, my heart soaring through the roof. This was my first kiss, and I got to share it with Rudy. I followed his lead, moving my lips with his. I assumed I was doing alright since he hadn’t pulled away yet, hands starting to explore everywhere. He touched his tongue to mine, and I hesitantly copied his movements.

Our movements soon picked up, the kiss becoming more heated. Teeth and tongues fighting to discover every inch of each other’s mouth. I had to pull away, becoming dizzy from the lack of air. Rudy moved his mouth to my neck, kissing the skin there. I moaned quietly when he bit down on my skin, leaving his mark. He smirked against my skin, taking his tongue to sooth the bite.

“Oh my,” I panted, gripping his shirt.

“You’re so pretty baby, I love this little outfit.” he said, running his nose up my neck and pulled back to face me.

“Rudy, what-” I started.

I didn’t get to finish since his lips came back to mine, silencing my inner thoughts. He walked us back towards the bed, sitting down with me in front of him. His hands grabbed at my ass, grinning when I let out a shaky breath. He pulled me sideways so he could flip on top of me, crawling up the bed with me. I reached out to grab his face, feeling the slight stubble that had formed.

It was when his hand reached under my shirt my inner thoughts came back, my eyes popped open.

What was I doing?

Was I going to give myself to Rudy?

We’re both too drunk for this...

This can’t be real...

He doesn’t even like me, what the hell was going on?

“Wait,” I breathed out, his hands stopping immediately.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes worried as they met mine.

“What is this? Wh-why did you kiss me?” I questioned.

“I thought that was obvious...I-I really like you, like a lot.” he confessed, scratching the back of his head.

“No, y-you can’t possibly...I-,” I stuttered, shaking my head vehemently.

“What do you mean no? Baby, I’ve given you every sign known to man that I like you. Do you...do you not feel the same?” he muttered, his eyes full of distress.

“I-I can’t do this.” I croaked, pushing myself off the bed.

“Wait y/n, please don’t go.” he pleaded.

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severetimetravelnerd · 3 years

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I Don’t Know (Ft. G Dragon and MINO) (1)

Part 1

When Jiyong goes for Mino’s party, he sees someone he never expected to see

Hiii! So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted and that’s because I’ve been working on a series:)) It’ll be updated once a week, every Friday! No specific time though lol. It’s something different for me, so I hope you really like it! It’s an AUish thing where Jiyong has a younger sister and you’re her best friend! Featuring my OC Mirae as the Best friend. Just saying, it’s not related to any of the scenarios I’ve written so far. Please do leave me some comments or asks! I love receiving them! It’s also a bit of a love triangle situation, so yeah :)) There will be eventual smut in this series.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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Word Count: 2131

WARNINGS: Nothing in this part really. Rejection maybe?

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“Y/N, I think you’re just confused.”

You laughed, unable to keep the bitterness from it.

“Jiyong, I’ve liked you for years. Years. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried getting over you. I’ve tried rebounds. I’ve tried denial. I’ve tried avoiding you. None of it works. I know I’m definitely not confused. Kwon Jiyong, I like you.”

He paused and looked at you with dead serious eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.”

You felt your heart break, little by little.

“Jiyong, I thought there was something here. Was it all me?”

He shook his head.

“I’ve never felt that way about you Y/N, and I’m never going to.”

He got up to leave, but you grabbed his hand.

“Why? What is it about me that makes you feel like you’ll never like me?”

He shot you a scathing and pitying look at the same time.

“Everything.”

And he got up and left you there, alone at the diner at 2 am, slightly tipsy.

Half an hour later, you got a text from him

“Y/N, I don’t think we should talk anymore.”

And god it hurt, it hurt so much. And you knew you still liked him, even after all that.

You still liked him, but you knew he would never see you that way. He had made that abundantly clear. So, you stopped hanging out at places he would go to. He never asked you to, but you didn’t want to see him. It would make things a million times worse. You avoided him like the plague. You stopped going to parties he would be there for. You became a recluse and the only one allowed into your shell was Mirae. She didn’t know who the guy was. She just knew what happened and how that made you feel. And she was there for you every step of the way. She would have been supportive of you liking him. You just didn’t tell her because you didn’t want her to be caught in an awkward place if you were rejected by her brother, which you were. You avoided him so much that you didn’t see him for three years after that. Even though you live in the same city. Those three years, you dedicated to you. You still liked him, but you buried that at the back of your mind, forgetting that it existed. Out of sight, out of mind. You were your priority. Which is why, when you met Mino, things were different. You were determined not to let Jiyong ruin this aspect of your life as well.

You met Mino when you were walking your dog and your dog got away from you only to attack Mino with cuddles. That’s when you offered to buy him coffee to make up for it. He laughed and said that there wasn’t much to make up for and he prefers tea anyway. The moment he said that, you knew you had to find out more, because you were a tea person too. You were just about to offer to buy him tea at this great place you knew when he interrupted your thoughts with a light cough and a small blush.

“Actually, I’m a little messy right now, so I have to go home and change. Do you want to come home with me? I make a great cup of tea. Of course, no pressure, but”

You cut him off. You didn’t usually like to go random places with strangers, but you decided, on a whim, that this guy was worth getting to know. And you were right.

“I’d like that. I’m Y/N. Please to meet you.”

With an adorably shy smile, he responded.

“I’m Minho.”

Mino liked you, right from the start, but you were a lot more cautious when it came to liking people in general. And the thing is, Mino wasn’t like any of your rebounds. You cared about him. He was a really nice guy. So completely refreshingly different from Jiyong. Mino was sweet, adorably nervous and Jiyong just oozed cold confidence, the utmost surety in anything he did. You weren’t comparing. You didn’t even think about Jiyong anymore. Mino had given you the ability to forget him. For the first time in seven years, you stopped liking Jiyong. Which is why things with Mino were different.

You were just friends with Mino. Close friends. But one day, things changed. It was his birthday. There was going to be a party in the night. You went over a little earlier to spend some time with him and give him his present. He knew you were going to. Which is why he was so nervous. Because he planned on asking you out that night. He knew it was a bad idea. If you rejected him, on his birthday, it would really suck. And he was having second thoughts about it until you walked through the front door. You were wearing an oversized t shirt and some shorts, and you had a gigantic bag with you. You would change into your clothes for the party later. You wanted to be comfortable around him. And you took his breath away. You always did. What you were wearing never mattered. He knew he had to tell you.

“Hey hon, I got you brownies. And that’s not even your birthday gift.” (You had a habit of calling people terms of endearment.)

Before you could turn around and tell him about his birthday gift, that you were super excited about, he grabbed you hand and turned you around, so that you were facing him. One look at him and you could tell that he was nervous.

“Hey, what’s wrong Minho?”

He took in a couple of deep breaths, telling himself that he should just get it over and done with.

“Y/N, I like you. Will you go out with me?”

You froze. You knew he liked you. And if he had asked you any earlier, you would have said no, because you didn’t want him to get hurt because of your unresolved issues. But you were sure now, Mino helped you get over Jiyong. Because without even thinking about it, Jiyong stopped being a suppressed part of you that you never thought about. The part of you that was toxic for yourself. And just left. It was gone. For the first time in years, you took out that old phone where Jiyong texted you about not talking anymore. Whenever you used to look it, it always used to hurt. But now, you felt nothing. You were taking a bit of time to answer without realising it, and suddenly, you looked up, realising that Minho had stopped holding your hand. His face had fallen. It was obvious what he thought you were going to say.

“No, it’s okay Y/N. Don’t worry. I get it.”

“What? Minho, no, listen to me.”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

You couldn’t stop the light smile from appearing on your face.

“Why do you look so sad if you know I’m saying yes?”

It took him a second to register what you were saying and when he did, he jumped up, eyes lit up and mouth wide open.

“Wait, Y/N, are you saying?”

“Yes, Song Minho. I like you. And I would love to go out with you.”

And before you knew what was happening, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist, the other cupping your cheek and kissing you.

You got ready for the party after that. Minho was adorably hyped about introducing you as his girlfriend to all his friends. You put on your dress. It was a teal satin slip dress, with spaghetti straps and a cowl neck, with only two straps criss-crossing for a back. Yeah, you were planning on seducing Minho earlier but now you didn’t have to. It went down till the middle of your thighs, and you were wearing black thigh high net stockings with it with these gorgeously strappy black heels. You put on some minimal gold jewellery and you stepped out of the room, to show Minho, wanting to know what he thought. He was in the living room, in some ripped jeans, a black vest and a Burberry blazer. He looked great, especially since he brought out the lip piercing and his really nice Burberry tartan boots. Suddenly, you felt rather shy. Coughing softly to get his attention, you waited for him to turn around. Mino was on the phone with a friend, giving him directions to his apartment when he heard you cough and he turned out. He was mind blown. God, you looked so fucking beautiful. He was speechless.

“Yeah, I’ll have to call you back.”

And he cut the call, looking at you in awe. You felt a little shy.

“Is this a bit too much Minho? Should I change?”

“What?! No, Y/N, so look stunning. Change if you’re uncomfortable, of course, but I think you look amazing.”

You turned around, letting him see the backless part of the dress.

“You don’t think this is too much?”

He came up to you from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss at the nape of your neck.

“I think it’s lovely.”

You blushed. You liked your outfit, but something didn’t seem right to you. you turned around and looked at Mino. Bingo. You knew what was missing. Sounding a little sheepish, you asked him,

“Minho, can I borrow a black leather jacket to go with this?”

His eyes lit up.

“Sure Y/N.”

He loved it when you wore his clothes.

The party was going great and Mino was so excited and happy the whole night. He was so happy things worked out. He was busy introducing you to all his friends, and you were so busy trying to talk to them and remember their names that you didn’t realise that someone you knew has just walked in.

Jiyong walked in a little late, because he had to go pick up a present for Mino. He knew it was a little lazy, but he just picked a good bottle of wine. Mino was like a brother to him. He could just pick up something nicer for him later. As he smiled at the people he knew and got himself settled with a drink, he tried searching for Mino, wanting to wish him in person. He smiled when he saw him. He had the brightest smile Jiyong had ever seen on his face. He was talking to a few of his friends, blushing a little at something one of them said. There was someone else there with them too. A girl. Jiyong could see her heels and a bit of her hair through the crowd. The crowd parted a little. Okay, wow. A really hot girl. He still couldn’t see her face because of Mino’s friends, but he could see that Mino was looking at the girl with pure adoration and had his arm wrapped around her waist. Jiyong smiled. Maybe Mino had finally gotten a girlfriend. Good. Jiyong was happy for him.

Mino suddenly turned and saw Jiyong. His face lit up and he grabbed your hand and wove through the crowd.

“Hyung, I’m so glad you’re here!”

Jiyong raised his glass and leaned in for a hug.

“Happy Birthday Mino!”

Mino smiled and finally helped you through the crowd. He turned to Jiyong, beaming, and said,

“Hyung, meet my girlfriend Y/N.”

Both of you were in shock.

You recovered pretty quickly and smiled, extending a hand to greet him. Did you want to see him? No. But did that change the way you felt? No.

You smiled and said,

“Hi. I’m Y/N,”

and you were about to introduce yourself when he turned to Mino, and said,

“Sorry, Mino. Give me a few minutes.”

Grabbed your hand, and yanked you away, onto the balcony.

He grabbed your hand so hard that it hurt.

“What the hell GD?”

His face twisted in confusion.

“GD? When have you ever called me that?”

“We’re practically strangers to each other. What else would I call you?”

His face darkened with an uninterpretable expression.

“Why’re you here? How did you meet him? Why did you disappear? I tried texting you and calling you, but you blocked me.”

“New number. And why did you call?”

“Why didn’t you come home?”

“I didn’t want to see you.”

“You hate me that much?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Does Mirae know?”

“Yeah, she loves Minho.”

Minho walked out onto the balcony, for the first time being vaguely assertive. He was worried about you.

He wrapped his arms around you protectively and raised an eyebrow,

“What’s going on? You know Y/N, hyung?”

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weasleypogues · 4 years

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selfish (r.c.)

request: could you do an imagine where rafe has cheated on you at topper’s/kelce’s party and he justified it, when he was drunk or high, (when you caught him) as “I’m not sure if ever really loved you, I just knew you loved me and that fed my ego” x

sooooo, warning: this does not have a happy ending. i felt like there is no way someone can bounce back from this. but i really had fun writing it thought aha.

masterlist.

the moment could not stop playing like a broken record in your mind. you saw her delicate hands run through his messy, gel-ed hair. she had her left leg wrapped around his waist as he had her pinned against the wall in some random room in topper’s house. you watched as his hand slid from her ass to fully support her leg that rested on him. that should’ve been you.

you couldn’t even explain what you felt at that moment. everything went in slow motion yet at super speed. you knew your mouth was slightly parted but you couldn’t tell if what left your mouth was a slight sob out of sadness or a chuckle out of angry disbelief.

you should’ve realized that after shotgunning a couple of beers, taking shots, and doing three lines, that it wasn’t going to end well. but you weren’t one to stop him. you knew how he got when someone tried to control what he did in his life. but there was still that side of you that wanted to help him because you loved him with every cell in your body.

but even though all those cells would take a bullet for him, they all felt like they were crumbling away and that you wouldn’t care what happened to him in this moment. you could vividly remember his glazed over eyes and sloppy grin as he looked over at you when pulling away from the mystery girl.

“go fuck yourself, rafe.” you somehow muttered even though the lump in your throat felt like it wouldn’t even allow oxygen to pass through, let alone words. you saw his eyes and mouth fall slightly and wondered if that was his way of regret or if he really was just too fucked up to even know how wrong this was.

tears streamed out of your eyes, blurring your vision through the party. no one even paid attention to you and your feelings as you fought through gross make-outs and loud games of beer pong or lines being snorted left and right. suddenly you came to a halt after running into someone.

“woah woah woah, (y/n). leaving so soon?” topper questioned while laughing. his face dropped when he saw your red, puffy eyes. “fuck....what’d he do?”

“more like ‘who did he almost do’? i saw his tongue shoved down some random girls throat.” you somehow choked out, before pushing past him and ripping your wrist out of topper’s grasp. you ran further and further from the party and the loud music became quieter and quieter.

it was way past 1 am so you were sure your parents would be asleep. you made your way inside and made a b-line to your bedroom. you were positive that your tears had washed away all your makeup and if there was some remaining, you didn’t have the energy or motivation to take it off. you checked your phone one last time before plugging it in, praying that rafe had sent you dozens of texts and phone calls apologizing, but he hadn’t.

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you woke up to your phone buzzing on your nighttable next to you. something as small as a phone call snapped you right back to the memory of what happened last night. and if it wasn’t for the phone call to remind you, it was the feeling of your puffy eyes and throbbing headache. you reached for it and saw topper’s name on the screen. you felt relief but also a tear in your heart. you wanted it to be rafe because you wanted him, for once, to take responsibility for his actions and realize how much he fucked up. but you were slightly relieved it was topper because you didn’t even know if you could forms thoughts let alone words if it was rafe’s contact name on your screen.

you pressed decline and placed it back on your night table before rubbing your eyes and sighing. you couldn’t do much but think. when you next spoke to rafe, did you want to express feelings that you were sad. that you were angry. confused. a mix? the more and more it crossed your mind, you still felt heartbroken but anger rose in you at the sheer fact that he thinks he can pull something like this. you bit the inside of you lip and basically ran to your bathroom to freshen up.

you were determined to march your way into rafe’s house, whether you were invited in or not. you were going to give him a piece of your mind. you were going to explain how he fucked up so badly and that he doesn’t deserve you. you were definitely going to do all of this if it wasn’t for the fear that once you saw his rosy cheeks, blue eyes, and messy morning hair, you would break down and be at a loss for words.

after getting on your shoes, grabbing your phone and keys, you sped to his house. this drive was one of those car rides where speed limits felt like a suggestion, there wasn’t any music playing, and to be honest you couldn’t remember if the traffic light back there was even green.

you could see in the rear view mirror that your speed was throwing the sand and dirt from his drive way into the air and you came to a sudden halt. locking your car, you opened his front door without hesitation. marching towards his room, you swung open his door and saw him sound asleep, without a shirt on.

at this point, you were fuming. you knew if you didn’t take the road where you were threatening, he wouldn’t be so intimidating and maybe you’d get your point across for once. but then again, you ran your eyes over his body. how he lied on his back and his right arm rested to out to the empty spot that you usually took. when you would wake up earlier than him, you would admire the fact that his lips were slightly parted, and you could hear him breathing a little heavier. his chest rose up and down slowly. or the way that for some reason, all guys twitched in their sleep? you would always have to hold back your giggle when that happened.

you bit the inside of your lip, now or never. you placed your keys loudly on his dresser, in hopes of waking him up. your heart was racing at the speed of light, afraid of how this would turn out. you watched rafe’s eyes fluttered open and his eyebrows furrowed together at the change of light from his deep sleep to his brightly lit room. he stretched and looked over, noticing you. it seemed in that moment that all memories came flooding back to him.

“fuck.” he muttered in a husky morning voice. usually that voice would practically make you swoon but not today.

“fuck is right. care to fucking explain? because nothing whatsoever is crossing my mind at the fact that you can just easily throw what we have away.” you choked out, startled by your new found confidence to confront rafe.

“i was so far gone, (y/n). i barely remember it.” rafe tried to defend himself, sitting at the edge of his bed and sluggishly running a hand through his hair.

“i could not give two shits if you were gone or sober. it happened either way, rafe. did you not think it fucking hurt me to see your hands all over some other girl?” you responded, tears brimming your eyes at the rememberance of it but you quickly brushed them away before they could fall.

“it happened, okay? there’s nothing i can do about it. i’m sorry that it did. it was fucked up.” he answered, but you could tell by his posture that it was not sincere whatsoever. you shook your head, slightly biting the inside of your lips. deep down you prayed that he would feel remorse and practically be begging on his knees for your forgiveness. but this hurt so much fucking more.

“i loved you, rafe. i changed so much of myself for this relationship. even if you weren’t out partying or getting high, i still loved you for you. you told me you loved me, but if you actually loved me you wouldn’t want to hurt me like this.” you stated, finally letting the tear fall out at slight defeat. “what about all the times we would hang out at the beach. lay on your boat until 6 am talking about complete nonsense. we baked cookies for the sweet old lady down the block, for fucks sake. you were my first time, rafe. doesn’t that mean something?”

“(y/n), fuck. look.........i’m not really sure i ever loved you. i just knew you loved me. that fed my ego.” rafe responded. he was brutally honest and usually you admired that side of him because you sugar coated things, but this time you wished he had followed your lead for once.

that same lump from last night formed in your throat and you felt your chest fall suddenly in shock. “burn in hell, rafe.” you spat out before making your way out of his room.

“(y/n), wait. it-it’s not like that.” rafe tried to call out but in your mind, it was too late. you hopped in your car and sped away so fast you were sure his white house was covered in the sand and dirt from his driveway.

there was no going back from this.

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nobodyeverasked · 4 years

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again; han jisung

3316 words - large

Summary: Sometimes you don’t realize how much you had until you lose it.

‘See you soon <3’, was what the text from Jisung - Y/N’s boyfriend - said, delivered almost an hour ago, right after school. Y/N could never get tired of Jisung’s texts that always sent pleasant shivers to run down his spine, ones that would resemble the circles rubbed into his skin under the veil of the starlight or the lips that danced across his neck between navy sheets - seared with desire. The night that passed through him as he walked his way to Jisung’s house day quiet, desolate over him, nothing but the moon - shrouded by swathes of dark clouds - and the faded street lights pointing in an arrowhead down the street.

His breaths, once full with hope for it to mingle with his boyfriend’s, went still though as he reached his front door, muffled sounds bursting through the windows that rest on the second floor. He thought that those sounds only rested between their sweat-soaked chests, and under the glaze on the moonlight. He thought that his room was a safe space, that his thin, white drapes were a gate that only opened for each other.

It could just be the television, Y/N thought as he pushed himself through the threshold of Jisung’s front door. He always kept it locked. It was the paranoia that bubbled in his stomach, what would leave him to ignore something that would always get him out of bed to check every night? Y/N’s heart burned, not with the love as he gazed into Jisung’s eyes. It wasn’t fire, but a poison, one that ached in his chest and billowed through him already as he turned the corner and wound himself around Jisung’s staircase. The noises were getting louder.

“Y/N!” Jisung cried as the pulsing beneath the sheets screeched to a halt, and hums of full-hearted pleasure - between Jisung and somebody who wasn’t Y/N… Who wasn’t the boy he pledged his love and loyalty to - stopped as soon as the door creaked open. “I-I.”

Someone else was in Jisung’s arms, Y/N’s second home. Someone else was stripped to their skin, tapestries of violet passion decorating their bodies that Y/N thought were special, were just between them. Yes, there were times that Y/N didn’t think he deserved a blessing like Jisung in his life, but apparently, blessings could only last for so long until they become a curse.

“Why…?” Y/N could only choke out, a smokescreen of sadness overwhelming his senses, his head was pushed under-water, his ears rang with a dread that plunged into his chest and ripped his heart apart with cold, weathered hands. “Was I not good enough for you…?”

“NO! Wait! Y/N pl-”

“On second thought, don’t answer that, you’ve made your opinion very clear.” All the perpetrator could do - their body cloaked in shame, a sheet that only used to bind around Y/N’s form draped along their shoulders. The flames of Jisung’s admiration now stained their cheeks and clung to their neck, a feeling that used to run sweetly on his tongue but turned bitter like ash. The flame in his heart that always burned for him was stifled under Jisung’s feet, the ones that Y/N would always stand on to meet him eye to eye and plant blooming pecks onto those lips that were always waiting to feel his own.

Was his lovestruck stare stolen by them too? Auburn gemstones of pure, untainted beauty now suspending another person’s reflection. The only time Y/N could ever truly see himself now distorted by someone else's image.

Tears dripped down his cheeks and burned into his skin, following his footsteps as he ran right out of the house and into the breeze that grew colder with every hitched breath that scratched at his throat and burst through his teeth. He kept his sobs muffled between hands -soaked with tears, drenched from the pool of sadness numbing his senses - as he rushed back to his home, one he knew would never leave him.

He couldn’t stop looking at his phone as it blew up with texts that he knew were from Jisung. Texts that he wished meant something now, the texts he hoped were not just a hollow shell of words and feelings encased in a sapphire bubble of meaninglessness. The light of his phone that pierced the tears staining his sheets taunted his anguish, beckoned his anger. The sparks that were festered between Y/N and Jisung’s hands as they walked each other to their classes and pressed each other up on random lockers started to wash away with the tides of grief overtaking his body. The metal of the lockers will never feel as warm as it used to without Jisung’s warm, loving gaze rested upon him.

Was that fake too? Y/N’s constant questions to the ceiling that tried to muffle his cries to the moon kept him awake throughout the night, his consciousness trudging through the starlight leaking through the window.

“Where’s your bitch?” He wishes he could say that to Jisung’s face when he stopped by Y/N’s locker, but those lips still seized his eyes - run dry from tears - still held the secrets they murmured to each other under the watchful presence of the twilight haze, still painted tapestries of adoration on his skin with his cherry chapstick. His hands, now bunched together in a pleading knot of desperation still sculpted Y/N’s body with every time they kissed under the sunset and smoothed across his cheeks as their tongues danced with the waves that brushed against their ankles.

That was the worst thing of all, to Y/N, Jisung was still Jisung. The man who swept him off his feet in the ninth grade. And the blissful toxins of Jisung’s cologne will always be lodged in the back of his mind - even if it did not linger on his skin anymore.

“Y/N, I just need to explain-”

“Han Jisung,” Y/N has never used Jisung’s full name like that, not with the sour tones of anger and betrayal he knew he deserved to taste. How could he even try to explain what he did to Y/N, the only person who ever understood him? “You don’t need to explain anything, okay? It’s time for me to move on, you obviously have already…”

With one last glance - the sparks of brilliance in Y/N’s eyes that Jisung used to count every night they spent together as he pulled back from his magnetic lips, faded - Y/N brushed past the man who he gave his entire heart to, poured his emotions through tightly sealed lips that only Jisung could pry apart with his gentle tongue. He tried not to turn back to the touch that grazed slightly between them, knowing that those very hands he tried not to reach for molded someone else’s body and worshipped another’s hips - and altar that wasn’t Y/N’s.

Jisung let his head fall on the locker beside him, regret boiling at the back of his throat. The sadness he tried to bite back under the fluorescent lights of the hallway flowered in his stomach, and the white-tiled floor - marred with Y/N’s retreating footsteps - he felt like it swallowed him whole. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t live knowing that he made a mistake that would cost him the man he never knew he took for granted. He found out too late.

He never realized how much he had until he lost it all.

It was that time of year again, where the frigid air clawed through the doors of the stadium that would soon house a flurry of dancing lights and rumble with the chorus of deafening screams. It was time for MAMA, an award show that garnered attendance from some of the most esteemed groups - Stray Kids was only one of them.

The snow covering the ground in a lustrous, ivory veil crunched beneath Jisung’s boots as he followed his other members inside. Everything seemed to be colder since he didn't have the arms of his ex-boyfriend - Y/N - to ignite the fires of admiration in his veins anymore. The air bit their fangs deeper, and the winds scratched harder. A day has not gone by where Y/N didn’t either haunt or bless his dreams - he couldn’t tell anymore - and lament the one decision that stripped the hands that made him feel at peace, the lips that drowned his sorrows in tides of cherry chapstick. The impulse that broke more than his and Y/N’s heart, but fragments of his spirit too, he could never forget the other man’s skin running beneath his fingertips, no matter how hard he scrubbed, or wash the flavour of their skin from his tongue. Little did he know that he would be looking into the oily gaze of his demons once more.

Y/N’s group was invited as well.

Y/N became a member of a group under YG, one that valued his skills and appreciated his presence. His group gained prestige quickly, through the haymakers upon the charts that their debut songs threw and the diverse, charming attitudes and personalities of his fellow group members. The privilege of being under an entertainment company as large as YG brought this group of five boys to MAMA in their debut year, this stage is yet another pit-stop in their blazing trail of glory.

Thoughts of Jisung’s hands still pried at him from under the sheets and leaked through the pillows he shoved off his hotel beds. His desperate gaze leaked off the faded moonlight, scratching through the drapes with a plea for forgiveness. Sometimes he wished he could take him back, shout that everything’s okay over the streets and shores separating them. But something always held him back. Always slapped his hand away from the shining lights of his own mercy.

As Y/N walked backstage - some time before his performance - worry clouded his chest, but something more than the velvet blazer framing his body pushed his lungs in, drained his breath before he could draw one. An ignited flame nipped at the back of his head, and it only burned hotter as a hand rose to rest on his shoulder, ripping the sigh from his tongue. By the air alone he could tell exactly who it was. The softness of that grip that once admired every inch of his body, the symphonies that those very fingers played from his heartstrings. He could remember it all - as if two years that numbed the taste of their skin never passed.

“Y/N.” Jisung tried to say, a shakiness in his voice evident as he tried his best to look at those locks of hair he wished he could tangle his hands in once more, and comb back from the forehead he would plaster with kisses.

Y/N could not respond with more than an acknowledging glance, his heart lodged in his throat. Jisung continued anyway, thankful Y/N dared to look him in the eyes even after all he’s done.

Jisung soaked in the starlight embraced by Y/N’s eyes, ones filled with such emotion and unfamiliarity that almost shook him to his core. Looking at his distorted reflection in the gaze that once hung lovestruck under him let the jaws of guilt sink their fangs into his head once again, all the distraught-ridden questions he asked himself when Y/N walked away on that fateful day resurfacing, washed up on the shores of his mind.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck, you’re gonna do great b-” He paused, trying to scale the awkwardness towering between them. “You’re gonna do great Y/N.”

“Oh… Uh - thanks-”

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s go!” Y/N voice - once bellowing with happiness and affection - now barely cracking the whispers that would dance in Jisung’s ears under the rights of the twilight. Y/N’s group leader bound around the corner, sighing with relief when Y/N came into his view. “We’re heading on in five, the stylists wanna do a checkup.”

With that, Jisung watched as the leader wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and brought him towards the stylist. An uneasy breath bubbled in his chest and thrashed between his clenched teeth. Wondering if anything could be the same, he dug his nails into his palms, wishing for Y/N’s lips to kiss away the marks they made.

The marks he has made.

Jisung sat there during Y/N’s full performance, constantly throwing away and thinking of new ideas on how to talk to Y/N again after so long, how to make amends for all he’s done and repair the damages he made. Some thoughts led him to wonder if he even could rebuild the bridge he burned to the ground himself - if he deserved forgiveness?

With the stopping of the music dragging him out from the tar of his doubts, he straightened out his jacket and bit back his deep breaths. He didn’t know if he was ready to face him again and to look into his eyes once more without feeling the embers of guilt scorch him from the inside out.

As soon as Y/N came around the corner, hands threading through sweat-soaked hair and a proud simper spread along his lips that Jisung wished he could make brighter. He pulled Y/N to the side, the gasp of shock washing over deaf ears.

“Y/N, can we please talk…?” Jisung managed to muster those words out, glad that Y/N’s mind was open enough to acknowledge what he was trying to do. “Pl-”

“What’s there to talk about?” Y/N already knew what he was getting into, but he needed closure, a reason. He hoped Jisung was going to give it to him.

“Please, I just need to explain everything…”

“Fine, my van arrives in ten.”

This was Jisung’s chance to make everything right, to hold his hand tighter, to say ‘I love you’ ten times more - no - a thousand. To never take this man for granted ever again. The lights of hope glimmered at the end of the tunnel.

“I’m… So sorry… It was stupid and impulsive and all of me doesn’t know why I did it. I regretted it as soon as we pulled away, and I realized what I was doing - without a reason why. You’re my baby, you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m a fool for letting you go, letting you slip away.”

All Y/N could do was stay silent, mouth parted in awe as Jisung poured everything out to him, the echoes of agony ripping through every single word and the regret scraped off his tongue igniting the air around them.

“All I want- no- need. Is one more chance. Please, Y/N.” Jisung knotted his hands together, nearly falling to his knees. “I want to prove to you that I’m still the Jisung who fell in love with you in ninth grade - the Jisung who made a mistake so stupid it cost me one of the most important people in my life.” Tears tripped over Jisung’s lashes, the ones that would flitter against Y/N’s cheek every morning they spent together - conquering the hours of midnight with the video games they never managed to finish.

The tears carved rivers down Jisung’s cheeks and burned his skin. Y/N could barely hold the urge to kiss them away, just like he used to in his fondest of memories, their deep talks under the neon lights of the sunset never fading from his mind even now. Sunsets that sealed their most cherished secrets with a coral tinted wax.

For Y/N, everything started to resurface, all of the pleasant memories that he tried to banish over the last two years, the reflection of the blessing, his blessing Jisung, that never shed its skin of perfection after all he’s done. All of the special times shared under the sky - cradling words of adoration ever since their first date - couldn’t let him do anything but crack a small smile through his lips. He realized that some things are too good to let go.

Some things deserve second chances.

“J…” Y/N choked on Jisung’s name, the man before him making him want to be taken by those beautiful lips, whose smile would brighten even the darkest of his nights and would whisper sweet nothings into his ear as the sun set below the rooftops of their town. Those that would brand his skin with the flames of euphoria, and would light the sparks of desire faded under his heart.

He wants… So bad… To be enveloped by his embrace, to feel their limbs entangle under his sheets - drenched by the moonlight, the twilight haze dripping over their lips and painting a tapestry of passion along their amalgamating bodies. The arms that would wind around his waist and would never let go, and the legs he would edge himself between as they sat on their bed, skin running soft under fingertips, conversations running amply through the night.

He wants to feel Jisung’s heartbeat through their heaving chests, the symphony that would relax him during stressful times, whenever his deepest doubts would resurface to drag him back into the shadows of grief. Y/N longs for the loving heat that blooms from Jisung’s chest - burning hotter than the summer encasing some of their most cherished secrets - again.

Jisung did nothing but leave his expectant gaze hovering on Y/N’s lips. He wants to hear those words, words of forgiveness, of love that he wishes he could take back and keep in his arms until the day he dies.

“...Okay…” Y/N’s couldn’t think of what to say, everything that Jisung said bursting in his head. His words stuck in time. “One more chance, I realized it’s the least you deserve. If you genuinely recognize what you did, Then I’ll forgive you… I just… I don’t wanna be thrown away - again - please…”

Jisung barely knew what to do with himself, half of his expectations already whipping his body the other way, looking back to only see Y/N’s. But his fantasies came into a reality, his wishes to reclaim the man he loves being granted.

“Thank you so much, Y/N…” Jisung instantly rushed into Y/N and swept him up into an embrace. The arms draped silently around his neck feeling so ancient, awakening flames that should have died in the cold under Jisung’s covers. “I promise. Y/N. I will never, ever even think about leaving you again. I’ll prove to you that everything I said is coming from the bottom of my heart.” Jisung murmured into Y/N’s neck, the scent of his skin driving his mind crazy, and the smile he felt molding against his chest making his own that much bigger. “I’ll be with you and only you from now on, for as long as we’re on this planet. I love you, Y/N.” Jisung’s waited so long to say that, to spill his love into three words that were caught in his throat the day he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“I love you too, Sung.” Y/N cupped Jisung’s cheek, plush skin under and between his fingers searing his fingertips with the searing heat of devotion. The lips that pressed a peck to his palm letting a giggle spiral from between his teeth.

Their flourishing smiles weaved together, lips locked between languid tongues and pulsing with the rhythm of the dancing lights of adoration writhing in their hearts.

The long-lost desire to feel Y/N in Jisung’s arms again eclipsed his mind, flooded his touch with the flames of devotion. The only thing that matters to him is the treasure held between his arms, entwined with him in a windstorm of ecstasy and happiness.

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stinkypetesbeefarm · 4 years

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Feeling Whitney ~ A Hawks x Reader Fanfic

Description: Acting like eveything is okay, you’re not lonely.

Word Count: 1,373

Disclaimer: Mental Health and Suicide are mentioned.

Flickering lights. That’s all you could see down the hallway towards the stairs to the roof. Your old rugged Doc Martin’s slap the stained off-white tile. It was an echoing slap. Every step you take, it was like everyone on the floor could hear your nightly walk. It was your routine. 11:45pm, just you and your old ripped guitar case headed to the roof of your apartment building. You always found it soothing to see the stars twinkle while you strum each string of your guitar. It made all the sadness and pain go away. It made your pitiful life seem a little less pitiful. It was a getaway from your horrible thoughts. It was like a new life within your fingertips.

You grab the cold metal handle of the rooftop door and see a dark figure. He has an average stature. He wasn’t too big, he wasn’t too small; he was just average. His hair was very messy and his clothes fit loose on him like he bought them two sizes too big. And his wings looked beautiful. Even with it just being a shadow of them, a meer black outline, the draw of how they looked was so riveting. Without even talking to him he seemed intriguing. It drew you in like a kid at a candy store., “Hello.” you spoke up.

He turned around. You felt his golden eyes fall onto. His gaze was beautiful. He had a little stubble on his face and his eyebrows were messy. He was rough around the edges, even in his features, “Hello. I’m Hawks.” He smiled. His teeth were perfect, “What’s your name, young lady?”

You close the door and push your guitar case against it, Y/n.” He points at your guitar case, “What’s that behind you?”

You grab the strap to your guitar case and sit it out in the light and open it. An auburn colored guitar with stickers with little to no color on them all over it, “My guitar. I’ve had it since i was 14.”

You were 20 now, times have changed a lot since then. Six years ago, you were surrounded by people. Friends, aquatinces, damn even the random kids down the street who rode the bus to school with you. Now, you live on your own, no friends cause you pushed them all away, and now call antidepressants and a gatorade “dinner”. You go see a therapist at least once a week cause you were on suicide watch for a month, and to help you from ending it all you play small gigs at a little restaurant down the street to make a quick buck. Life was an absolute mess.

“You want to hear something? I usually play for the restaurant a block from here, so i’m used to playing for people.” You ask out of pure politeness.

He gives you an old look. No one normally asks to play for them. Usually the one listening asks for them to play. Out of pure kindness he nods his head, “Go ahead.”

You wave him over to the edge of the building. As you both sit down, you go quiet for a minute. After a moment of silence, you fix your fingers and start playing, “This is my favorite song you know.”

The two of you let out a soft smile as you continue strumming, “Come on Songbird, sing.” Hawks laughs out.

“Just let me do my thing.” You laugh, “And I’ve been lookin’ for someone to put up with my bullshit. I can’t leave my room so I keep on pouring. And I ain’t seen the light of day since, well, that’s not important..”

Hawks was interested in you the moment you said hello, but you singing only added to the allure. He was so intrigued with how your small hands fit around the fretboard; how you knew exactly what strings to pull and what chord to play at that moment. Just you in general was so charming to him.

“And I’ve been looking for someone where I can buy my drugs from. It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons,” you let out a soft laugh in between words, “Droughts comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on.”

You looked over and noticed his gaze. His eyes were glued on you and nothing else. He had a soft smile and his fingers talked to the beat of the song. You made eye contact and you immediately started blushing and looked away, “I had eighty beers on Tuesday night, and Birdbrain had somethin’ to do with it!” You laughed out.

“Hey! That’s not the lyrics!” Hawks slaps your arms softly, making him laugh. You slap him back and your laugh gets even louder. His laughs slowly formed into a gentle smile. Your laugh made his day more than he would of liked to admit.

You finally stop laughing and look up at the sky. It was pitch black with every star glistening and glowing; twinkling in the night. It was truly beautiful. You let out a sigh, “I wish i was more like the sky.”

Hawks looks at you with his eyebrow raised, “What do you mean?” You keep your eyes on the stars, “The night sky seems so flawless. It’s always so alluring. Even when there’s clouds and you can’t see all the stars, soon enough, they’ll float away and everything will seem okay.” You sigh again, “You know see that giant star? It’s probably a big giant exploding mess, yet it’s beautiful from here. I wish my life was like that. It’s all just a big mess. Even from a far distance.”

Hawks turns to look at you with concern, putting a hand on your forearm, “I guess life hasn’t been what you wanted huh?” You shake your head and let out a sigh, “No... As you can see, it hasn’t been the Disney princess life I wanted when I was younger. Everything seems to be falling apart. All of my friends gave up on me, my family kicked me out the house when I said I wanted to be a musician, and on top of everything, I have to take medications just to make sure I can pull off a fake smile.”

Hawks rubs his thumb on your skin, “I know I just met you, but I’m here for you if you need to cry on a shoulder or punch something. I know I might not be the biggest, strongest man a live, but I will always take that punch.” He jokingly fake punches you to cheer you up. You let out a small laugh and shove him a little, “Thank you Hawks. It means a lot.”

After an hour of talking about stupid memories and silly stories, He gets up on his feet and pulls you up with him, “I really love chatting with you, but duty calls you know.”

You nod and hug him. He reaches for his pocket and you hear light clicks, “Hey, incase you need someone, what’s your number. I’ll always pick up no matter what.”

You exchange numbers, out your guitar away, and sling the case on your back. After you say your goodbyes and he flies away. You hang your head as your new found friend goes away to a new place as you walk to your same old crummy apartment. You hear the same echo of the slaps of shoes and flickering lights as always. You finally reach your apartment room and unlock to the door, lean your guitar case against the wall, and plop yourself onto the couch. You reach for your phone and start typing.

To: Hawks

From: Y/n

Thanks for tonight. It gave me the head space i needed to get through the night. :)

You send the text and go grab your drink to take your medicine. Once you come back you see a notification on your phone. You unlock it to see a text.

To: Y/n

From: Hawks.

Anytime Y/n! Next time, I want to hear the whole song. You got that, Kid? ;)

You lean back on your couch in awe.

“Next time?”

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underworldwitxh · 4 years

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Heartbreak feels worse than a bullet to the brain

Pairing: Kaminari Denki/Reader

Rating: T/M

Warning: angry

A/N: Im pissed off rn so here’s this

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You scream in anger “JUST GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. FOR FUCKS SAKES DENKI. IM THIS FUCKING CLOSE TO JUST SAYING SCREW IT AND FUCKING CLAWING YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF!!!!!!” You huff out as you grab your things and jam your coat on as you storm out of the apartment you share with your boyfriend Denki. You loved him, you did, but god did he annoy you to the fucking moon and back. Especially when he decides that it's his turn to do something and god forbid you finish what you're doing. You understand he likes playing with his friends but it makes you feel like what you want to do or what you feel like doing aren't important and can get shoved aside. It makes you feel like while you know he loves you, that your just arm candy and your feelings dont matter whatsoever. You were so done feeling like that. If denki couldn't figure out that his behaviour was driving you away then that was on him. You went to your friend’s house to cool off. Denki just sat there stunned at your reaction. His friends on the mic were caught between wanting to rib him for his girl troubles and genuinely wanting to know what was wrong.

You ranted and raved to your friend, finally just collapsing on their couch crying. You hated that no matter what strong emotions you felt you always ended crying. Frustrated - burst into tears, Sad - crying like a babe, Angry - screaming tears. You loved him, you did. Or did you? Because it was times like this that made you question if you actually stayed with him because you loved him or if it was easier to stay and just be miserable. You ended up deciding to stay with your friend for the night. You didn't bother to text denki, he never bothered to inform you when he was doing things with his friends unless you asked. You shut your phone off and just laid on their spare futon. For the first time you didnt feel like you had to hold your tongue. You didn't have a headache when going to bed for the first time in a long time. You didn't feel like you had to pretend to be happy.

For the first time since you two had gotten together, denki went to bed alone. He tried texting you to see if you were coming home but none of his texts were answered. He tried to call you but all his calls went straight to voicemail. He was worried for you. So he tried to reach out to your friends. When he talked to the friend you were staying with for the night, he just felt like the absolute asshole. You had gone there in tears and told your friend everything you’d been feeling. They didn't hold back when telling him what you said. To know that he consistently made you feel like your feelings didn't matter, that you didn't matter killed him. He just wanted his little FireFly back home with him. He’d do anything to have you stay with him. So he begged your friend to please watch over you. He was going to do something to make sure you knew he loved you.

When you were ready to head back to the apartment, you decision made. Your friend stopped asking you to think your options through before making a choice. You just nodded and sighed heading back to the apartment. Stepping through the door, all you could hear was some light

music, no yelling about dying some random death. No screaming at teammates for being dumbasses. You honestly wondered if he was even home. Seeing as you associated him being home as him having his ass glued to that gaming chair and headset taped to his head. When you hear a throat clearing behind you, you see denki standing there all his gaming stuff and systems packed up into boxes. “What are you doing denki?” you asked softly

The blonde looked up at you, his face lighting up as he saw that you were home. “Hey FireFly, well i've packed up all of the gaming stuff and am moving it to Sero’s house. That way you don't have to be mad or upset that i'm not paying attention to.” you scoff loudly “so what now i'll never see you home is that? If you wanted to break up there’s less convoluted ways Kaminari.” you push past him to go to the bedroom and drag out a couple suitcases. He follows you, confused as to why your mad. “But Fire-” “That's not my name. Ether call me Y/N or Y/L/N. You seriously don't see what the issue is do you? Think about it Kaminari. You just told me that you moved all the video game stuff to Sero’s house. The one thing that made you come home, because you sure as hell never came home to see me.” you spat at him as you slammed the lid closed on the second suitcase. You grabbed both suitcases and headed towards the door. Before you left though you stopped and ripped off a ring and some other jewelry. “Here, i won't need these!” you throw them at the stuned male. “I’ll be back later for the rest of my things. As of now we’re through Denki Kaminari.

It took the slamming of the front door to cause him to move. He just sunk to his knees tears filling his eyes as he watched the best thing to ever happen to him walk away mad. He thought he’d been doing the right thing. Getting rid of something that was hurting you. But all that did was hurt you more. He didn't know what to do. He just wanted to spend the rest of forever with you. He loved you so much. That little jewelry box that had been sitting in his pocket suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. He collapsed to the floor bawling, clenching his shirt in one hand, his other dialing a familiar number “What is it Denki?” the voice asked “She left me, she left me and it's all my fault. I drove her away. I'm such a horrible person.” he blabbered on the voice on the other end sighed “Denki, it'll be ok. Y/N probably just needs to calm down and then she’ll be back in your arms in no time.”

“No she won't, this isn't like the other times where she’d gone off to cool down after a fight. She meant it. She really meant it. She gave back my old U.A. tags and then she just left. Jirou, she’s gone and i miss her.” Denki sobbed into the phone. Jirou just sighed again. She knew Y/N had been unhappy for a long time, that's the problem with dating Denki. He was fun in the beginning but after awhile it just became dull. It wasn't his fault though, for him he never really left the honeymoon stage of a relationship, where as his partner’s would always find the once cute little ticks of his to become great annoyances.

#gin writes #angst with a unhappy ending #bnha kaminari #kaminari x reader #poor denki got his heart shattered #id say im sorry but im not lol

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1-2-3-4-5-six · 5 years

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Keep Them Alive Inside

This is my first six fic so any feedback will be appreciated

“If we don’t leave now we’re going to be late to warm up, where’s Parr?”

That was the first sign that something wasn’t right. Parr was always the first out of the house,

“Not coming in today, Courtney’s going on instead”

“Is she okay?”

“I dunno I just got a text from Courtney asking if something’s up because she got a text from Parr asking if she could go on but she didn’t say why”

That was the second sign, if Parr ever had to miss a show she would always have an explanation.

“Where did Anne go? We need to go right now”

“I’m here, I’m here I just peeked in Parr’s room and she’s kinda, well...”

“Kinda what?!”

“Well I don’t think she should be alone”

“Why what’s wrong?”

“I think something’s upset her”

“We’ve all been sad at some point and still done the show. Someone text Courtney and tell her we’re bringing Parr”

“I don’t think we should”

“And why not?”

“This is more than just sad, she’s trashed her room, and i don’t mean a few clothes and books on the floor, I’ve already text Vicki saying that there’s a last minute emergency so she’s going to cover me and I’ll stay with Parr and see if I can figure out what’s wrong”

“You sure you’re able to do that Anne? You aren’t really the sensitive type”

“What just because I like to be chaotic and impulsive that means I can’t be sensitive, she needs someone here and I’m not leaving”

It was that split second decision that left Anne where she is now, stood in front of the door unsure on whether to just walk in or not, so she knocks “Parr, hey can I come in?” Receiving no answer she slowly opened the door and stepped inside “Parr?”

The room is a mess, pages ripped out of books all over the floor, laptop in two pieces with the screen smashed, clothes and bed sheets everywhere, the mattress no longer on the frame even her drawers had been pulled out of the stand and littered the floor and there huddled in the corner just staring at the ground in front of her is Catherine.

Anne made her way over, careful not to stand on anything, and crouched down in front of her taking note that she didn’t even acknowledge her, just kept staring ahead. There’s tracks on her cheeks and her eyes are bloodshot making it obvious that she’s been crying.

Slowly inching herself closer Anne gently placed her hand on Catherine’s knee, to which she responded at the contact by looking directly at Anne before launching herself forward wrapping her arms around Anne and sobbing into her shoulder. Anne sat stunned for a second, this was not like Parr, but quickly brought her hands up to rub soothing circle on her back and whispered comforting words in her ear. Through the sobs Anne heard her mumbling random words but struggled to make out what they were until she heard her say two words “My Mary” before breaking down further.

This continued for another half hour with Anne just sat drawing shapes on her back with one hand and playing with her hair with the other until Catherine had cried herself past exhaustion and fallen asleep, upon seeing this Anne maneuvers her so that she can lift her, once stood she turned to place her on the bed before realising that wasn’t an option right now. After making a quick decision she quickly but carefully made her way out of the room and next door to her own room before using her foot to open the door, after a couple of tries she got it open and place Catherine on the bed, before slipping out the door and sitting on the floor in the hall.

While sitting there Anne felt her phone buzz in her pocket, pulling it out she saw a message from Howard so sliding her finger across the screen she unlocked and opened the message,

“How’s it going? Is Cathy okay? Can I ring?”

Katherine has always been the worrier in the group, she chuckled slightly before glancing back at her door, Parr was fast asleep and she didn’t want to wake her up just yet, but she couldn’t really explain anything by text so she got up and made her way to the living room before deciding to FaceTime that way she shouldn’t have to keep repeating herself.

Seconds after pressing call kitty’s face appeared on the screen along with Jane who was sat next to her, Aragon and Cleves where behind them doing something with the costume rack and seemingly unaware that Anne was able to see them, well that was until Katherine spoke up.

“Is she okay? Did she tell you what’s wrong? Are…” Anne decided to cut her off before it became 20 questions.

“Kitty breathe, she’s asleep right now but I still don’t know what's wrong, she was too upset to make any sense” Cleves turned when she heard that

“What? Parr not make any sense that doesn’t sound right”

“I don’t know what caused this but she’s distraught, she’s in my bed because she’s trashed her room and I mean trashed it her drawers are all over, her mattress is on the other side of the room, clothes and pieces of paper all over and when she realised I was there she looked at me like I was the only thing she could make sense of, I don’t know how long I had hold of her for but she kept saying random words that i couldn't make out, i mean the only thing i heard clearly was when she said My Mary”

“But what does that mean? Aragon’s girl maybe?”

“I was hoping you guys might know”

That's when Jane spoke up

“Cleves you outlived her didn’t you? Do you have any ideas”

“Honestly I have no idea I didn’t really like her back then so I only remember that she secretly married Jane's brother the same year Henry died and then died herself not long after. I never looked into how though”

“She married my brother?”

“Yeah she mentions him in the show”

“I didn’t know she meant my brother, she just says Thomas that could be anyone”

Anne decided to but in before it could go any further

“Guys focus”

“Sorry”

“Okay do any of you know of any Mary’s that could be important to her? I don’t think it’s Aragon’s girl, maybe a sister or something”

There was a collection of no’s from the queens then some noises coming from outside before Courtney, Vicki and Grace came through the door with trays of drinks and bags of food.

“Guys lunch has arrived”

Vicki came towards them food bag in hand and noticed the worry on their faces especially Katherines.

“Is everything okay?”

Katherine turned towards her,

“We’ve been trying to figure out what wrong with Cathy, somethings really got to her but we don’t know what”

Vicki then notice Anne on Facetime

“Oh hey B, I’m guessing that staying with P is what the emergency was then”

“Yeah sorry I didn’t really explain anything but we’re still trying to figure out what’s going on”

“No worries I figured you where either ill or it was something to do with Parr, any ideas on what’s up?”

Anne looked down before looking back at her phone

“Not really the only thing that she has said clearly is Mary”

“so you’re trying to figure if it’s Aragon’s or her own that she’s talking about”

That caught everyone’s attention, a stunned silence passed through the queens

“What? Why are you looking at me like I’ve just spoke gibberish?”

Aragon was the first to speak up

“Parr had a daughter?”

“Yeah didn’t you know?”

“No she never mentioned”

“Oh I thought that she might have with her naming hers after your girl”

“I don’t understand why wouldn’t she tell us? she has always been willing to tell me, Boleyn and Jane stories about our children”

Cleves spoke before Vicki could answer

“She died the same way Jane did didn’t she, childbed fever I mean”

“Yeah, how do you guys not know this stuff you all live together”

“Cathy’s kinda private when it comes talking about herself, the things she talks and sings about in the show are the only things she’s ever shared, wait how do you know all this”

“when I got th the call about the audition I went into full research mode, I wanted to do you guys justice so I spent ages taking notes on anything that could be useful”

Anne was just trying to take all this new information in when she heard movement from upstairs

“I’m going to have to go guys I think she’s waking up”

“Okay take care of her”

“Bye”

And with that she hung up and made her way back upstairs to her room peering in to see Catherine curled up and sniffling slightly until she must have heard the door move because she turned away and started frantically wiping at her face as if to try and hide that she’d been crying, she was too busy rubbing at her eyes that she didn’t notice Anne was already stood next to her until she felt a hand grab her wrist, she stopped what she was doing and looked at the hand before looking up at Anne, she looked like she was trying so hard to not start crying again,

“I’m fine, I just…”

“No you’re not, but that’s okay we’re all allowed to have bad days, if you want to talk about it you can and I’ll listen and if you don’t then I’m happy to just sit with you, I just didn’t want you to be alone”

“It’s stupid I’m letting this get to me way more than I should, my problems are nothing compared to Kat’s or even yours, your…”

Anne could feel her starting to tense up so sat down next to her keeping her hand on Parr’s arm

“Hey we all have issues but that doesn’t invalidate the you feel, I believe it was you that told me that after I had a panic attack in the night, you’ve always put everyone’s feelings before your own, you’ve always been right there when I’ve woken up in the night, so today let me be here for you”

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Anne felt Catherine lean into her be speaking

“Okay, I’m sorry”

“Cathy look at me”

She waited for Catherine to turn before speaking again

“You have nothing to be sorry for, clearly whatever it is has really upset you, so there is no need to apologise, do you want to talk about it?”

Catherine looked down at her hands before speaking again

“I just wish I knew what she looked like, I tried to be happy with just remembering her when she was born but I’m scared one day I’ll forget what she looks like, I looked online to try and find a portrait but instead I find out that she disappeared from history records by the time she was two and believed to have died, she didn’t even get to have a childhood and no one knows her as anything but the child I had before I died, the only real proof she existed is me dying! No legacy, no portraits, nothing!”

Upon hearing all this from the normally quiet Queen, Anne wrapped her arms around her and just held her for a while.

“You know she’s still with you”

“What?”

“She’s still with you just like Lizzie is with me and I bet she loves what a strong, powerful and compassionate woman her mum is”

Catherine spent a minute just thinking about what Anne said before she smiled slightly turned and give her a light peck on the cheek. With that one gesture Anne knew things would be fine.

#six the musical #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfiction #anne boleyn #catherine parr #catherine of aragon #jane seymour #katherine howard #anna of cleves

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not-fuckmegentlywithaslurpee · 6 years

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At the Altar (Connor Murphy x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! So I think I poured my soul into this fic??? I generally take like a week to write things, but I wrote this in two days, and she’s pretty long too. I had this super bizarre dream about getting married to Connor Murphy and decided to turn it into this? I changed a lot though aha. Please send feedback, it would suuuuuper appreciated.

Word count: around 4000

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, intense emotions, a random “best friend” named Zella (named after Zella Day lmao), fighting, presumably a couple of anxiety attacks, and just all sorts of intense feelings

You were merely minutes away from your ceremony. You had just put on the dress when you got a text from Connor telling you he had to speak to you. You frowned, but nonetheless wrapped a bathrobe around yourself, and made your way down the hall to the hotel room you two would be staying in.

Connor stood in the middle the of room, clad in a black suit that you’d helped him pick out. He looked stunning. “Hey, what’s up?” You hugged the bathrobe closer around your body, trying to keep the surprise by obscuring your dress from view.

“What are they doing here?” Connor crossed his arms in front of his chest, watching you expectantly.

“What do you mean?” You asked, taking a step towards him.

Something in Connor shifted, and the tension in the room became palpable. “Oh don’t give me that, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He seemed almost speechless like there were too many words coming into his brain, but he couldn’t which ones took priority. He let out a frustrated breath. “I was just walking around greeting guests, and suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I see my parents. And Zoe. And at first, I thought maybe they were crashing our wedding—doesn’t seem too out of character for them. But then your parents were telling them ‘how happy we all were they could make it.’” You felt your stomach drop. “Do you want to explain to me why my family is here?”

You bit your lip, afraid to speak. You had intended to warn him this morning, but with everything… it had slipped your mind. Standing across from him now, you could see etched all over Connor’s face how terrible of an idea this had been. Circling the truth would only make things worse. “I invited them.”

It was the answer Connor had been expecting, but a look of betrayal crossed his face all the same. Then there was a silence that almost enveloped you. You watched Connor, gripping your bathrobe like it was your lifeboat, trying to find some way to turn this around. Connor turned away from you, gazing out the window, so perfectly calm it was almost terrifying. “I didn’t want you to regret not having them here,” you said softly, scared to make your voice above a whisper. Everything suddenly felt so fragile.

His voice was flat. “But that really wasn’t your decision to make, was it?”

“I—”

“No,” he whirled on you. “You don’t get to go around acting like you know what's best for me. Going behind my back? During our wedding?” you tried to speak again, but he continued, not letting you. “We’re not fucking playing dolls Y/N, you can’t just rearrange everything whenever you feel like it.” Connor ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling. “You couldn’t bear to have a husband who might have his own baggage or, or—his own fucking issues. Is that it?”

Tears were wetting your face, but you ignored them as you took another step towards Connor, hands outstretched. “I’m not trying to fix you,” you tried to meet his eyes. You needed him to hear you—needed him to understand.

“No,” he said, resigned, making his way to sit on the bed. “Just change me.”

His words stung. You’d been together all these years, and that’s really what he thought of you? Really who he thought you were? “Of course I’m not trying to change you,” you responded, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Connor didn’t respond. He wouldn’t even look at you. You kept reminding yourself that Connor lashed out when he was hurt, and riling him up would only make things worse. You lowered your voice again. “I’ll send them away. I’ll tell them it was a misunderstanding, and that they need to leave.”

Connor let out a laugh, but it was humourless and misplaced as it sat in the space between you. “No, let them stay,” You furrowed your brows, confused by his change of heart. He shifted his gaze back to you, and his expression was unreadable. “But tell them I won’t be attending.”

At first, you thought you hadn’t heard him correctly.

How can you not attend your own wedding?

Your heart sunk before you even fully processed his words or what they meant. It was as if you were having a nightmare. This all felt too surreal and awful to be happening. “No, Connor, I’ll just send them—”

“You broke my trust. I'm not—” he cut himself off, burying his head in his hands. You stood there, numb. “You lied to me. I’m not marrying you like this.” He didn’t meet your eyes as he shattered everything into a million pieces.

You felt like you were going to be sick. Your whole body was shaking, and you were searching for words that could fix this—that could make this better somehow. But you came up with nothing. “Just… tell them it’s off. We’ll talk about this later.” He said, his eyes trained on the floor.

Your mind went blank. Looking at Connor, you realized there was nothing you could do. You turned on your heel and left the room.

You didn’t bother to take your wedding dress off.

You were a ball of hurt and mortification; the best day of your life was ruined, the most important relationship you’d ever had might have been as well, and at your core, you knew it was all your fault.

Everything was so broken that all the little things felt so irrelevant in comparison. You didn’t care how sad it was to be sitting to the side eating your own wedding cake as your mother stood in front of everyone to announce that your wedding was canceled.

Due to the expenses of the whole event, people were invited to stay and eat the food that had been prepared. Most people had the right mind to leave as soon as they could, but a few braved the somber remnants of the event. They drank champagne and ate pieces of cake, sending regretful glances your way. Your Maid of Honor and best friend Zella sat with you, a glass of champagne in hand. Periodically people came up to you and gave their condolences. You barely knew how to respond except for a meek “thank you for coming.” If you had been in a regular state of mind, their apologies would’ve made everything worse, but your head was underwater. Almost nothing could make you feel worse.

“Do you want me to get you anything?” Zella asked, putting her hand lovingly on your shoulder. You shook your head, putting another forkful of cake in your mouth. It tasted incredible, which made you really angry. She let out a sigh, taking a sip of her champagne.

The venue was mostly empty now. You’d booked rooms in the hotel across the street because it was so close to where you were supposed to hold your reception, and it would be easy to get ready and then walk over. Now the building mocked you as it stood there, the window to you and Connor’s room visible from where you were seated. “I can’t believe he left you at the altar,” Zella said disdainfully.

You groaned, shoving more stupidly delicious cake in your face. “Well, he didn’t really leave me,” you muttered, the cake impairing your ability to speak. You grabbed the champagne from Zella’s hand, taking a long sip to help you wash down the dessert. “He’s like a five-minute walk away. He just stood me up.” You had whiplash from how quickly everything had gone wrong. “I just… I dreamed of this day for so long, and just like that, it all came apart.”

Your friend opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything one of your cousins came running up, face red and alarmed. “Y/N, it’s your mom—”

“What?” You were on your feet in seconds, the urgency in their voice scaring you.

“She just collapsed. Your dad said it was a heart attack? The ambulance just got here, and right now they’re driving her—” your whole world went quiet. You didn't know it was possible to feel both freezing cold and scorching hot at once, but your body was at odds, and your brain just sat there doing nothing. What happened? Why couldn’t you breathe?

Your cousin's lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear anything. You vaguely felt arms around you. Zella. She had her arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up.

The two were talking frantically, but they may as well have been speaking in another language because all you could hear were the words heart attack over and over. The next time you looked up, your cousin was gone. Your body was shaking. You realized you were crying, but you didn’t know when you’d started.

Zella was trying to get your attention, repeating your name over and over. You locked eyes with her, searching for some kind of answer. “We’re going to meet them at the hospital, Y/N. But first, we have to go take your dress off. Your dad is with her, so she’s not alone.” Zella’s voice was soft like she was trying to coax a small animal out of hiding. You could barely see her. Your vision felt like watercolour.

Another sob racked your body, but your friend just hung on tighter. “She’ll be okay,” she kept repeating, over and over, as if saying it would make it true. She led you through the hotel, past rows and rows of doors. You were fighting to breathe as Zella helped you down the hall towards the room you’d gotten ready in. Once you were inside, your numb hands started pulling frantically at your dress, trying to get it off of your body. You needed to get it off. You needed to get it off. After a few more tugs you gave up. You started backing up until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you sat down. As soon as the mattress had caught your weight, you curled in on yourself. The tears were coming faster than before. You felt ripped open.

“What’s happening?”

You hadn’t heard Connor enter, but somehow his voice had made its way through your panic. He sounded concerned, almost desperate, and you could picture the face he was probably making. Everything about him had become so known to you, and in any other situation that would’ve brought you peace. Now it only made you ache. You started breathing in short bursts, your body tensing up as if it was trying to squeeze itself to death. You could hear Zella explaining what had happened, and her words only made things worse. Everything was way, way too real.

You vaguely felt two hands on either leg, right at the spot where your knee turns into your thigh. Through the heavy fabric of your gown, you could feel circles being rubbed lightly into your skin. “Hey,” Connor said softly. “Y/N, look at me. Please.” You were shaking, your arms hugging yourself in a death grip. You wanted to dissolve, to stop existing. Instead, you lifted your head.

Connor’s warm eyes met yours, searching. Your gut twisted, but before you could bury your head back between your knees his hands came up to either side of your face, helping you stay upright. “Hey,” he said again, as his fingers skimmed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that were overflowing. “Try to breathe with me, okay?” He started taking slow, exaggerated breaths.

In, out, in, out, in, out...

Zella was unlacing you wedding dress behind you, but you barely noticed. All your effort was going into breathing. You focused on the rise and fall of Connor’s chest and the sound of the air leaving his lips. You willed your body to cooperate, but you were shutting down. “I’m right here okay, just focus on me.” He tucked some loose hairs behind your ear, and it sent a ticklish sensation through your body. You started to ground yourself slowly as your breath started coming easier. “That’s it, just breathe.”

As soon as he’d spoken, Zella announced the dress was unlaced. Connor pulled your hands from your lap and placed them on his shoulders so you could brace yourself as he helped you stand up. “Do you want me to wait outside?” He asked, taking a step back from you. You felt unstable, and Connor watched you, ready at any moment to step forward if you needed help standing. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

Waiting outside meant he wasn’t leaving. He was still here for you. Waiting outside meant things were alright, at least for now. “Yes,” you said, your voice wavering. He nodded, concern etched into his face. You didn’t know what to do or what to say. After a moment, he turned and left.

Connor offered to drive you to the hospital. You sat in the passenger seat, with your legs tucked up to your chest. Buildings were passing by you, and the sunny demeanor of the world around you felt offensive in the face of all that was happening. Anxiety did a waltz in your gut, keeping you locked within yourself. Your whole body was like a tightened ball of wire.

In your periphery, you could see Connor glance over at you for maybe the tenth time this car ride. He looked scared and unsure, something you weren’t used to. The air you were breathing felt thick, and you tried to keep your mind focused on the images outside your window, and not on all the worst case scenarios yelling at you from the back of your brain. NO matter how hard you tried to redirect your focus, one word was taunting you. You just kept hearing it, over and over.

Death, death, death—

Connor’s hand grabbed yours, squeezing. You felt yourself come back to the small car as you watched his thumb move up and down the side of your hand. It was the only sensation holding you to the moment. As long as focused on that small feeling, you could be okay. You would have to be.

You and Connor had walked into the waiting room, where your dad was sitting in anxious anticipation. With considerable side eye at Connor, your dad had explained everything that had happened, going into detail about how your mom had just collapsed while she was helping to clean up. Almost immediately after your arrival, a doctor started heading towards you with a clipboard in her grip. Your body tensed as you shifted to look at her. You searched the expression on her face, hoping it would betray what she was about to say, hoping it would betray she wasn’t carrying bad news.

“She’s in stable condition. The heart attack wasn't very severe, and luckily she was brought here quickly enough that we could help her before too much damage was done,” you were so relieved you could’ve fallen over. “She’s awake now but will be very tired so you can visit her, but not for too long. She’ll need to rest.”

“I’ll wait for you here,” Connor said, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable looking chairs. You nodded, mouthing a small thank you before turning to follow the Doctor to the room they were keeping your mom in.

She smiled when you walked into her. She looked bone tired, a juxtaposition the way she had been smiling at you this morning, back before everything had gone wrong. ‘Hi Mom,” you said in a small voice, leaning over to give her the gentlest, but warmest hug you could. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” she smiles.

The three of you sat in a grateful silence for a moment, relishing the calmness that had come after the storm. “God, what a big day.”

“You can say that again,” your dad says, reaching out and taking your mother's hand. “And guess who drove her here?” Your Dad said, raising his eyebrows at you.

Your mom frowned. “Who?”

“None other than the runaway groom himself.” Your Dad didn’t sound approving or disapproving, just amused.

“Dad,” you punched his shoulder, though not hard enough to hurt him, and he chuckled.

“Does this mean you guys are going to be okay?” She asked, the look on her face hopeful. She’d always been fond of Connor, so when you’d told her you two were getting married she had been overjoyed.

You sighed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Now that all peril was over, you realized you had to actually face the whole wedding situation, even though every part of you wanted to melt back into a sense of normalcy. “I really hope so.”

Your mom looked thoughtful for a moment before simply saying, “go.”

“What?” You furrowed your brow, not fully sure you were ready to leave your mom’s side.

She reached out and grabbed your hand. “I’m alright. Go home with Connor, you’ve had a long day. And you two have a lot to talk about.” She gave it a small squeeze before releasing it.

“Are you sure mom?” You asked, not fully wanting to leave her here.

Your dad patted your shoulder. “She’ll be fine, she needs some sleep anyway. I’ll hold down the fort.”

You looked between the two of them, trying to gage if they were truly fine with you leaving. A part of you was so exhausted though, so you decided not to fight it. “I love you both.”

You made your way back to the waiting room where Connor was sitting with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He looked like he was falling asleep, but when he saw you approaching he came to alert. “How is she?”

“She’s good,” you let out a breath. “She wanted me to go home, get some rest.” Connor nodded, and both of you made your way to leave, walking beside each other in a perfectly matched pace. Neither of you spoke a word as you navigated the hospital halls.

Hospitals were never a place you enjoyed, but when you’d walked in merely an hour ago it had looked like a crime scene. But the washed out wallpaper and synthetic lights didn’t seem as grotesque anymore. They made you feel hopeful, almost.

“You look tired, I’ll drive,” you extended your hand expectantly, waiting for Connor to place his car keys onto your palm.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. However tired I look, you look about... ten times worse.” Connor unlocked the car and yanked open the driver's side door, careful not to scrape the car beside him as he maneuvered in.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, hurriedly getting in the passenger seat. “Uncalled for.”

Connor laughed, glancing over at you as you buckled your seat belt. “I’m sorry, but the truth hurts.” He reached over and pulled down your mirror, and you were met with two wild-looking raccoon eyes.

“Oh my god.”

“Yep,” Connor said smugly, moving to put on his own seatbelt. Your makeup had run down your face from all the crying, and trails off mascara were interrupted from where you had probably wiped the tears away. You reached a hand up to try and smooth down your hair: there was something crazed about the way it was sticking up all over the place, contradicting the perfect way it had been styled earlier in the day.

You stared for a moment longer, tilting your head from side to side to get the full view. All the stress of the day came washing over you, and you couldn’t stop yourself. You started laughing. “I look like a Tim Burton character,” today was meant to be perfect, but instead you got this shit show. “I’m like the corpse bride,” you said. “No wonder you didn’t want to marry me.”

Connor froze, his hand on the ignition. You wiped some stray tears from beneath your eyes, realizing you were starting to blur the lines between laughing and crying. “How many times can I cry in a day? You’d think I’d be dry at this point.” You reached up and flipped the car mirror out of sight. The girl in its reflection was mocking you with how close and cracked open she was. You couldn’t bear looking at her anymore. You couldn’t bear that she was you.

There was a vast silence as Connor seemed to be struggling to figure out what to say. “That’s not what that was about.” You were acutely aware of the divide between you two. The small space between your two seats suddenly felt like an entire ocean.

“No I know, it’s because I lied. I understand that.” You started wringing your hands, needing a movement to focus on while you spoke. “And I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry.” Connor just watched you, not saying a word. “But you left me, Connor.”

“I didn’t leave you,” he said defensively. “I mean, how else was a supposed to react?” It was your turn to say nothing, turning your gaze out the window. “Did you really want to get married while I’m mad at you?” he didn’t elaborate further, so you pictured it. The feeling of distance between you tainting your wedding memories forever, his eyes avoiding yours, both of you only smiling for the cameras, a honeymoon spent in a bed facing away from each other.

You reached up and wiped another tear from your cheek. “No,” you said matter-o-factly, sounding defeated. You met his eyes, unable to avoid them anymore. “When I walk down the aisle I want you to see me and—” you breathed in sharply, trying to get the words out, but your chest felt like it was constricting. You couldn’t keep the cry from your voice as you said, “I want you to see me and be happy.”

Connor’s whole demeanor softened. You brought your hands up to your chest, pressing against your sternum, trying to take your sadness and trap it within your lungs. He reached across the divide and took both your hands in his, pulling you back to reality. “And I will be,” he said, giving you a small, melancholic smile. You nodded silently, more tears falling. “Today just wasn’t our day… and that’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I tried to force you to reconcile with your family. That wasn’t my place.” You gave his hands a squeeze. “But it’s not because I think you’re broken. I’ve never thought that, and I’m sorry I didn’t make that clearer.”

Connor brought your hands up to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “Thanks for saying that.” You pulled your hands from his grasp and reached for his hair, playing with the locks hanging loose at his cheeks. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, even if I was angry.”

You leaned across the seats and pressed a kiss to his lips, and Connor’s hands automatically came up to run lightly across your sides. You pulled away and smiled at him. “So where do we go from here?” You asked him, retreating back to your side of the car, eyes not leaving his face.

Connor pondered that for a moment. “Well, I still want to get married.

“Me too.”

“Why not…” Connor asked slowly, scrunching his face in thought. “Why don’t we elope?”

“Now?” you looked at him incredulously. “Connor, I look like a zombie.”

Connor laughed, sizing you up. “You’ve looked worse.”

“Connor!” you crossed your arms in front of your chest. He laughed at you, but his words didn’t sting. If anything, it made you feel relieved, the tension between you was finally dissipating.

“But no, not today. I don’t even know when. But maybe we should just have a small, personal wedding, just us. That feels a little more our speed.”

You mulled that over for a moment. You’d always thought you would have a big white wedding, but today had been so exhausting the prospect of doing it all over again seemed gross. “I don’t think we could afford any other kind of wedding,” you said, but your mind was already racing with possibilities. “And we could do it somewhere nice! Somewhere out of town.”

Connor grinned, and your heart warmed up. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”

“At least I’ve already bought my wedding dress, so that’s one less expense.”

“And,” the look he gave you sent shivers down your spine, “you looked… beautiful in it.”He leaned right close to your ear, speaking in a hushed tone. “I was jealous I wasn’t the one unlacing it.” Your breath hitched. He nipped at your neck, and you yelped, pushing him off you with a laugh.

“I was bawling my eyes out you perv!” You exclaimed, thinking back to the only time he’d seen you in your dress. You leaned back against the car door and gave him a look you knew would drive him crazy, “And you’ll get your turn, believe me.”

Connor took your face his hands, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around him, getting as close as you could without losing your balance. He pulled away to meet your eyes. “I look forward to it.” He pressed another small kiss to the tip of your nose, before going back to his seat and starting the car. “Now let's get home, you actually look like you're going to pass out.”

“Ha. Ha.” you said, giving him a mock sour look, a small smile peeking through.

He watched you for a moment, and you wish you could’ve captured the look of admiration on his face. You studied every part of him, hoping to hold this moment in your memory forever. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you said as he started driving. You settled back into your seat, and not even a moment later you were fast asleep.

A/N: Thanks for making it to the end and reading this whirlwind of a story. I’m sorry it definitely covered a lot of different areas, and might not have followed the usual fanfiction structure, but its just how it had to go down. In my dream my mom died (well actually she faked her death), and Connor didn’t care soooo I changed this a lot from what it originally was. But being left at the altar, even in your dreams, SUCKS. Also, did any notice the themes of dissociation and anxiety? Because that definitely wasn’t me projecting AT ALL (nudge nudge sarcasm nudge nudge)

But ANYWAY Thank you SO MUCH for reading, I hope you enjoyed it <3 ~ Bardot

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