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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

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He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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simpsiren · 4 years

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jaehyun x reader

description. A relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. There wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

genre. ANGST, college!au, enemies(?) to lovers, dancer!reader x barista!jaehyun

word count. 7k~

warnings. toxic relationship, im so sorry i had to make jaehyun a bad boy here BUT IT HAS A GOOD ENDING I SWEAR

a/n. hihiii so this fic is basically based on using lyrics of a song to form a story and for mine ill be using boyfriend by ariana grande so hope youll enjoyy! please check out the other stories by the other authors here too!!

“I don't wanna be too much

But I don't wanna miss your touch

And you don't seem to give a fuck”

It’s been weeks. Weeks since I’ve talked to Jaehyun. Weeks since I’ve made any form of interaction with him. Weeks since I had his body close to mine.

He’s been ignoring me and yet I still can never guess why. I saw him walking out of his Psychology class today. I put my foot down, determined to settle on the decision that I just have to force it out of him instead of floating around mindlessly trying to dissect and figure out his weird attitude.

He walked down the hallway, bag lazily hung on one shoulder. He wore his black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His messy and unkept hair bouncing in the air with each step he took. It meant that he’s had a bad morning. I knew him long enough to know that if he doesn’t put effort into looking good then it meant that he wasn’t having any of it. I did think twice before approaching him. But he has left me in the dust for too long for me to handle.

“Jaehyun.” I said with a firm voice, running up to him and grabbing his arm tightly. He stopped in his tracks, his head turning slowly as his eyes trailed from my grip and to me. “What?” Jaehyun asked, sounding annoyed with his brows furrowed and narrowed eyes.

“What? That’s all you have to say?” I jerked my head forward, copying his same expression except that mine was intensified with how arrogant is What sounded. “Three fucking weeks. And that’s all you have to say?”

Jaehyun shook his arm to get off of my grip. Due to the force of his strength, I stumbled back slightly. He folded his arms, hands hugging his waist as he glanced down with a sigh and looked at me. “What do you want me to say?”

I scoffed loudly, running a hand filled with frustration through my hair. I adjusted my tote bag on my shoulder before standing firm and upright in my spot.

“An explanation on why the fuck you’re ignoring me would be nice, you know.” Jaehyun smacked his lips, almost in an awkward manner. But he kept silent for at least ten seconds, just staring down at me.

“I have nothing to explain.” Jaehyun finally let out dryly. But in a way it sounded like he was mad. My pupils flared. Rage was starting to build up in me while he kept up his nonchalant attitude. Jaehyun shoved his hands in his sweatpants and walked off. I would have stopped him, but I chose not to.

I didn’t want to annoy too much if I asked him again. All I wanted was to know why he kept ignoring me all this time. But it seemed like he didn’t care. Like he was able to erase me cleanly out of his life, ignoring me completely. He avoided my glances in class, he acted as if he didn’t hear anything when I called out to him and he’d walk past me casually as if nothing between us happened.

I stood there, staring at his back as his figure started to get smaller and further till he turned a corner and disappeared. I balled a fist in my hand, squeezing it so tight that my fingernails made an impression on my skin and having red marks on my palm.

To be honest, as much as I was mad at him, I missed him a whole lot more. I missed having his arms around me, I missed his whispers, I missed my fingers running through his soft locks. I missed his touch. I didn’t know I could be this touch-deprived till he ignored me. I walked back to my dorm, specifically Mark’s so that I could let off some steam.

“Wait like actually?” Mark shouted from the kitchen while he took out the large tub of strawberry ice cream and watermelon slices from the fridge.

I screamed into the pillow more, digging my face into it till I finally lifted my head up and took in a deep breath, turning my head sharply to Mark. “Yeah. Can you believe it?!” I shouted back, watching Mark bringing the desserts and taking a seat next to me. I shoved the pillow beside me and slumped into the couch with folded arms.

“I never thought he’d do something like that. He’s always been kind to me. And everyone.” Mark commented, picking up and watermelon slice and munching on it with a dreamy sigh. I huffed, grabbing the ice cream angrily and picking up the spoon, shoving it in forcefully to take a spoonful and eating it. “Not to me apparently.” I said with rolled eyes.

“We were completely fine before. I don’t know what happened and that’s what’s driving me insane!” I groaned out. After forcing Mark to get me ice cream, I thought my anger would subside at least a tiny bit. But having Jaehyun running circles in my mind has done it for me. Isn’t mind Jaehyun suppose to be the tired one here?

“Ah wait!” I alerted Mark, gaping my mouth open as I quickly turned my head to him. Mark does the same with raised brows. “Huh what? You know why he’s ignoring you?” Mark tilted his head and leaned in with curiosity.

I shook my head furiously, making Mark backed his head till his double chin showed. “Then what?”

“The dance assignment! Shit I forgot! Did you start?” I dropped the tub in my lap amd slapped Mark’s thigh vigorously, starting to get panicky as I remembered the assignment I’m suppose to pass up in a month’s time. Mark gave a half-shrug. “I’m doing solo for this one. Have you not started?”

“No! Urgh I can’t do solos. Is there anyone that wants a duet?” Mark puckered his lips, tilting his head up as he thought about it for a moment. “How about Taeyong?” He suggested. I looked at him with disbelief.

“Um hello? It’s Lee Taeyong. I’m pretty sure he’s doing solo. Even if he were to do a duet, all the girls would be fighting for the spot next to him.” I reached forward to pick up a watermelon slice and shoving it in my mouth despite the fact that I still had a little ice cream in my mouth.

“You never know. Just ask him next practice.” I let out a quiet ‘tsk’ I stared down at the table while I slowly chewed and swallowed all the food in my mouth. At least now I had something to do that can hopefully get my mind off Jaehyun.

“And I might not be the one for you

But you ain't about to have no boo.”

During dance theory in the lecture hall, I kept my eyes on Taeyong, who was sitting in the center a few rows lower than me. I rested my chin on the palm of my hand, head facing him and I pondered about how I can master up the courage to talk to him.

He’s the best dancer among all dance majors. From techniques to theory, he’s gotten perfect scores every time. It felt somewhat wrong for me to talk to someone of a high status like that. And of course his talent and visuals has had girls swooning over him for years.

I snapped back to reality when I reallse everyone started to pack and stand up from their seat. I blinked my eyes rapidly as I looked around before turning back to Taeyong, heaving a sigh as I notice him still standing there. I quickly packed up my things, slinging my tote bag on and rushing down the flight of stairs to where Taeyong was.

I was now standing in front of him, his bright red hair standing out while he kept his eyes on his things while packing up. “Taeyong?” I called out softly, bending forward. He finally lifted his head up. “Hi?” He asked, questionably.

“Um I was wondering what you’re planning to do for the assignment.” Taeyong glanced sideways before meeting my eyes. As I stared at him, I really now could see why all girls fall in love with him. I’ve never seem to notice since I’ve always been caught up with Jaehyun.

“Actually I’m-”

“It’s fine if you have another person to do duet with you. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of options and that’s totally fine I understand-”

“I didn’t even finish my sentence.” Taeyong cut me off with a light chuckle, a small smile forming on his face. He was so attractive. “Oh right sorry.” I blurted out, turning my head to the side and rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

“I was saying that I haven’t thought about what I wanted to do yet.” Taeyong stood up, holding his bag in his fingers with the handle. He was so close to me and I got extremely terrified with his height. Though the gap difference wasn’t much. I guess I’m just intimidated by his presence. “Mark recommended that we should team up.” I finally let out, forcing myself to not beat around the bush anymore to get this done and over with.

Taeyong’s smile got a whole lot brighter and bigger till his eyes form a thin line. “Sure! Been doing solos too much and you’re quite good.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Firstly, he said yes. Secondly, he noticed me dance before? I mean of course we saw everyone dancing but I never imagined Taeyong to actually look at me dances.

“Wait really?! Oh my God thank you! Um so do you have any classes after this?” I bounced on the ball of my feet excitedly, a smile unconsciously forming on my lips. Taeyong shook his head. “You want to start today?” I nodded my head eagerly.

“Alright. Let’s head to the dance studio. We only have one month left.”

Due to the limited time we had, it forced Taeyong and I to have dance practices almost everyday, particularly every night. We’d either use the dance studio and his own one out of campus that wasn’t far away. I started to bond with Taeyong more and more, realising how sweet and soft he was despite looking so intimidating at first. I liked the time I spent with Taeyong. He was able to make it fun for us even though we’d be laying on the floor dying by the end.

One practice, Taeyong and I just finished cleaning up our choreography that Taeyong was expertly able to come up by the third practice. It became normal for us to just lay down, arms and legs spread out on the floor as we stared up at the ceiling and let out loud and heavy breathing be heard.

That is, until my phone rang.

“You should get that.” Taeyong rolled over, his stomach on the floor while he kept his upper body up with the support of his elbows and forearm on the floor. I sighed, frowning. “I can’t be bothered to move.” The phone’s been ringing for minutes now.

Taeyong chuckled and stood up after taking in a deep breath, reaching his hand out to my bag and sliding me my phone. “Thanks.” I muttered as Taeyong sat down beside our bags to grab his drink.

I looked at the caller, instantly sitting up straight when I reallsed it’s Jaehyun. My sudden actions caused Taeyong to let out a, “Who’s calling?” I assumed he examined my shocked expression after asking that as I kept my eyes on the phone, Jaehyun’s name bolden on my screen.

I then remembered the fact that I blocked his contact a few months back and it had a time limit on it. And I guess the limit ended today.

“I’m picking up the call. And if I start screaming, you might want to run. Cause’ I’m about to get a lil bit psychotic.” Despite my warning, Taeyong let out a humorous laugh, nodding his head in response. “Alright, alright.” He said, waving his hand out lazily as a way to say, “Now go pick up the call.”

One click of a button and I brought my phone up to my ear, hearing Jaehyun’s heavy breathing. “Where the fuck are you?” His voice was low and deep, one filled with anger, but not the shouting kind. “I’m at a dance studio...?”

“Yeah and with who?” Jaehyun growled. I turned my head to the mirror, seeing Taeyong looking at my back. “With Taeyong. So what?” I questioned him, wanting to sound nonchalant.

Jaehyun scoffed in amusement. “At two in the morning?! You serious right now?!” His voice raised with each word, he was now screaming and I began to get scared. “How’s this your problem?! I’m practicing for my assignment with Taeyong. What the hell did you think I was doing!” I couldn’t help but shout back, wanting to fight and top his level of rage and anger. I had the right to be mad since he ignored me for so long. But for him to suddenly care about what I do and who I’m with? That wasn’t going to cut it for me.

“I don’t give a damn. I’m picking you up right now. Tell me your location.”

“No! We’re not done practicing!” I lied, groaning as I leaned forward and placed a hand on my forehead to cover my eyes.

“Practice another day-”

I didn’t notice Taeyong creeping up behind me, flinching when I felt his hand on my wrist, pulling my phone away from my ear. He snatched it out of my grip and held the phone to his ear. “You heard her. We’re still practicing. I don’t why you’re so worked up. But you can speak with her tomorrow. Have a good night now.” Taeyong sounded extremely professional, proceeding to end the call and handing my phone back.

“You didn’t have to...” Taeyong sat down beside me and sighed, the two of us now facing the mirror as we stared at ourselves. “I didn’t want you to go psychotic.” He joked, making me laugh slightly, though it hurt my core due to the physical training we did before actually practicing.

“Is that your boyfriend or something?” He sounded curious. I kept silent, looking up as I try to phrase who Jaehyun was to me. But I ended up with no answer. “I don’t know. We’re just... complicated.” I whispered. “Let’s not talk about Jaehyun. I’m getting sick of it.”

Absentmindedly, or perhaps not, I laid my head slowly onto Taeyong’s shoulder. He didn’t move and instead stayed there as comfortable silence filled the air, not giving a thought about our sweaty bodies touching each other.

Biology lecture ended. I was walking out of the hall when I thought of texting Taeyong to see if I could meet him for a short practice. I didn’t know why, I just wanted to see him and do anything with him, it didn’t have to be practicing.

Before I could even type a single letter, my wrist was suddenly being pulled back from behind, making me fall back a few steps till the grip guided me to stand. I looked up, seeing Jaehyun standing in front of me. Immediately, my eyes looked back at him filled with arrogance. “Why were you with Taeyong yesterday?” Jaehyun asked. Suddenly, his eyes grew soft and sweet. Which made me very surprised. It’s been long since I’ve seen the sweet side of Jaehyun before he ignored me. It made me feel something in my stomach indeed.

“I told you I had practice. I’m doing a duet with him for my assignment.” I said with a quiet sigh. Jaehyun ran a hand down his face, biting his lower lip as he looked away for a moment. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry... for getting worked up. I shouldn’t have since it’s for school.”

I clicked my tongue in amusement, smugly folding my arms and placing my weight on one leg. “An apology but no explanation? You’re an odd one Jaehyun...”

“We need to have a proper chat.” I tilted my head slightly at his weird words. Confused, but also nervous as to what he wanted to talk about.

We ended up going to his dorm. His roommate was out. We sat down on the couch together, his body leaning forward to reveal his back while I leaned back into the couch. There was a gap between us, which made me feel weird. The space in between was just... just there. And the fact that we used to cuddle on this couch made this more awkward.

“So?” I asked, my curiosity already killing me. Jaehyun let out a frustrated sigh. “I think we should just cut whatever we have completely.”

“What...?” I didn’t know what else to say. I wasn’t sure what to feel either. I could tell he was breaking down silently. I didn’t even need to look twice to confirm that. But I was breaking at his words as well, looking down to my lap amd biting my bottom lip. “Why?”

“I don’t know what we are,_____. Are we friends? Cause’ from the way we treat each other we’re definitely not. We aren’t in a relationship together either. We aren’t friends with benefits. We’re going back and forth and I’m sure you’re as tired about this as I am.”

As much as I wanted to deny, I couldn’t. Our relationship and what we were to each other was certainly not definite. It always confused me and put me in a tough spot. The way we treated one another was as if we’re in love. Maybe we were, or maybe we weren’t. Questions about us had always kept me up all night. And I guess it is right that we just cut it off completely.

“You’re right. I don’t see why we should be together. Or not. I don’t fucking know.” I stood up, making my way to the door. I had my hand on the doorknob. At that moment, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted everything to go back to normal. To when I would be in Jaehyun’s lap as we talked for hours, his turn table playing old school songs that I’ve never heard of but grew to like. To when we would go out together and do whatever we wanted till late at night. Basically back to when any of this confusion even happened.

“You still haven’t told me why you completely shut me out for three months straight though. It hurt me. You owe me an explanation soon. Goodbye, Jung Jaehyun.”

“I wanna kiss you, don't wanna miss you

But I can't be with you 'cause I got issues.”

Jaehyun could only seat there in silence, not sure of what to do now. His mind went blank the moment the door closed. He felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. He leaned forward to take it out, proceeding to pick up the phone without even looking at the caller.

“Hey.” Jaehyun said plainly. He heard a few shuffling before someone comes up to the phone, their breathing could be heard. “Jae. I need to see you. Now. It’s urgent.” He recognised the familiar voice immediately.

“Soo? Why are you calling me?” Out of all the people that could’ve called him, she was the one that Jaehyun would least expect a call from. Let alone one that he wanted to hear from either. “A matter we can’t discuss on the phone. You know where to meet. In ten minutes.” The call quickly ended.

Jaehyun raised a brow at this. Many questions and possibilities popped up in his head. He quickly dashed out the dorm after grabbing his necessities, wanting to get this done and over with.

He waited by the park. A place that he and soo have had many memories. Ones that he wish to forget. But upon his visit to the park, of course they all had to come crashing back in his mind.

Soo came and motioned him to sit down on the bench that faced the lake. The dark sky being reflected on the lake’s surface as the cold breeze of the night touched their skin. “It’s about us.”

“There’s nothing between us.” Jaehyun was quick to reply, wishing he could just get out of this situation and think over about his other problems. Particularly the one about his complicated love life with a partner that he wasn’t even sure was his partner in the first place.

“Our parents are suspicious of us, Jae. You say that us not meeting anyone would solve it but if they don’t see us together-”

“It’s been three months do you think I wouldn’t realise it?” Jaehyun leaned forward and covered his face with both his hands, exhaling before lifting his head up back and looking at the scenery, hoping it’ll put him at ease even the slightest bit.

“You don’t want this. I don’t want this either. I have my own problems you know. I have someone I love.” Soo nodded her head, humming agreeably. “You’re right. We both don’t want this. But our parents do.”

Jaehyun groaned in annoyance, turning his head back to look at her. Soo blinked her eyes rapidly. She’s never seen him this mad before. “I know that way too damn well.” Jaehyun slapped his thighs and stood up, shoving his hands in his pocket and turning around swiftly to Soo.

“I don’t care what you do. You have a higher status than me and therefore you have a higher chance and authority for our parents to listen to you. Tell them I’m sorry but I really don’t want to be tied down to someone I don’t love.”

With that, Jaehyun stomped off, making his way back to the dorm. He immediately plopped himself onto his bed, sighing and he stared up the window. The couldn’t stop thinking about his lover. The fact that he couldn’t explain to her made his heart breal in every way possible.

He jusy wanted to be with her. But it was now his fault that she hates him now. And he’s not sure of what to do. The fact that he had to call off whatever they had couldn’t be anymore painful.

He wanted her with him right now. To have her presence right next to him. His arm wrapped around her as a way to protect her small figure from the world though he knew well enough that she was capable on her own. He wanted to plant light and sweet kisses filled with love all over her face. He wanted her touch of love that could send electric shocks throughout his body. He just missed her so.

“Even though you ain't mine, I promise the way we fight make me honestly feel like we just in love

'Cause baby, when push comes to shove.”

It’s been a few days since Jaehyun and I called it quits. And honestly, I was falling apart. I missed him a lot. It felt weird not having him around. It felt like back when he ignored me for three months. Except now the anger has disappeared, and all I craved for was his presence.

“The performance and assessment’s tomorrow. You ready?” Taeyong asked, breathing heavily as he walked to the speaker to stop the music. I squatted down on the floor, hugging my knees to catch my breath before gulping and nodding my head. “I’m surprised we managed to do this in a month despite our professor giving us four.” Taeyong nodded back agreeably.

“Let’s just hope we do well tomorrow then.” Taeyong walked back to me with his hands shoved in his pockets. I eyed him up and down taking the time to admire his outfit, which was simply just a tucked out loose white button under a muted blue waistcoat and black jeans and pointed shoes. The blue waistcoat was just to match his light blue hair that he dyed recently that suited him very well.

“Your outfit is simple, yet so pleasing.” I mumbled, my finger placed under my chin. Taeyong chuckled, taking one step closer to me. For some reason it made my heart race, the space between us got smaller and smaller unintentionally. “It’s probably because of my physique and natural features.”

Taeyong bent down to meet my eye level, tilting his head as he gave his cheeky eye smile that I got used to seeing very quickly. I ruffled his hair and laughed loudly. “Of course it is. You’ll definitely outshine me tomorrow.”

Taeyong slipped a hand around my waist, pulling me closer. This was definitely normal since our choreography included him doing this, but it made my face hot this time. “The purpose of a duet is to help each other shine together. I don’t think I’ll ever be outshining you.” Taeyong commented softlt with a gentl smile.

It was finally time for the performance. Everyone at the hall was seated, murmurs and chatters can be heard all over. Backstage, everyone was rushing to get ready. But I couldn’t help but peek at our professors and dance instructors that were about to grade us from behind the curtains.

“Nervous?” I heard Taeyong’s voice from behind me as he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. I glanced back before taking in a deep breath. “We’re the fifth to go. Calm your nerves.” This time, he placed his other than on my other shoulder, proceeding to rub his hands up and down slowy and soothingly, which instantly calm me down. “I’m trying.” I whispered.

The two of us waited anxiously backstage as we counted the number of performers going up on stage. Now’s already the forth and we’re up next. Our names got called. Before we headed up on stage, Taeyong held my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine for a short moment before flashing me a smile and letting go, proceeding to walk forward as I followed behind.

The music played and we started to perform. The lights on the audience shined brightly and I could see everyone’s faces. Of course to calm myself down I kept my eyes straight ahead. Everything went as how it should. Taeyong and I danced perfectly in sync as if we were made to dance together. Taeyong had to lift me up for a few counts, holding me by the waist. And one glance to the audience and I instantly saw Jaehyun sitting somewhere in the middle, his eyes looking right at me. I was shocked but I had to continue.

We ended the performance with a deep bow. I smiled widely at the audience, but I avoided Jaehyun’s eyes completely. Taeyong and I walked off stage. “That’s was amazing! You did so well!” Taeyong shouted as he pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged back and laughed, panting heavily as I tried to catch me breath. “You were great too, Taeyong.”

Taeyong pulled away from me. And as we were about to walk to the changing room, I felt a hold on my wrist. A tight one. I turned around, noticing Jaehyun right in front of me. He looked over at Taeyong before me. He didn’t say a word and dragged me away. I glanced back at Taeyong, his worried eyes making me want to release my grip off Jaehyun but I knew I can never since he was way too strong.

“What the hell do you want?!” I shouted when we finally came to a stop at a secluded and somewhat dark corner. “I can’t see you dance with Taeyong. I got jealous.”

My eyes squinted at his words, completely confused and bewildered. My mouth gaped open as I let out a scoff. “Jealous? Why should you be? We aren’t anything anymore. What’s my relationship with Taeyong have anything to do with you?”

“I don’t like seeing you with him, okay? Didn’t you ever think about how I felt when you’re always staying up late with him for practice? Or did you even think about me at all?” I grew quiet, struggling to even form a sentence of what to say.

“I don’t like seeing you with any guy.”

“You aren’t my boyfriend. You don’t have any say in who I hang out with.”

It was now his turn to keep silent, avoiding my eyes completely as he looked elsewhere. “You aren’t mine. But don’t you think we had something between us at all? It drives me nuts whenever I think of you. I had my reasons for avoiding you, okay?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Sorry but I can’t handle any of this right now. I’m way too tired. Let’s talk some other time.”

With that, I walked off, trying to find Taeyong who just came out of the changing room with his outfit hung on his arm while he wore back his loose white tee and sweatpants. “You okay? I got worried.” Taeyong immediately rushed over to me and looked me up and down, concerned as to what happened just now.

“Yeah I am. I’ll go back to campus now. I just need some rest.”

Before taking a step, Taeyong stopped me. “Need a ride?” I shook my head.

“Thanks for the offer, but I much rather be on my own for now. I have too much on my mind.”

“I know we be so complicated

Lovin' you sometime drive me crazy

'Cause I can't have what I want and neither can you.”

I ended up staying late at night, staring off into the ceiling while hugging my cat plushie. And all I thought about was Jaehyun. I could never get him off my mind no matter how hard I tried to force myself to sleep. I could be staying up since I didn’t have classes the next day but my body was too physically tired. Yet my mental state seemed to be wide awake.

The next morning, I stayed in my dorm, pacing back and forth in circles as I figure out what to do. Suddenly, the door opened, making me flinch in shock as I realised it was just Mark. “You look stressed. You nervous about the results?”

“My mind is all over the place, Mark. Jaehyun’s driving me crazy and I just-” I grabbed my head with both my hands, letting out a loud groan and I plopped myself on my bed next to Mark.

“Won’t it be easier to just settle things with him?” I gave Mark and unimpressed look. “We did. We promised to not see each other again.” I let out a dreaded sigh. “But he came up to me yesterday and now all I can think about is him.”

Mark swung an arm around me, clearing his throat. “Then just tell him to back off. Now and forever. I can’t see my friend going crazy because of some frat boy.” I chuckled shaking my head. “He’s not a frat boy.”

“Sure acts like one.”

I hummed, giving a moment to think it over. “How can I meet him today though? He’s working.” Mark raised a brow, facepalming. “You know he has a thing called breaks, right?” Mark deadpanned. And just like that, I made my way to the cafe where Jaehyun supposedly worked the afternoon shift.

I walked in, the bell above the door ringing to signal that someone has entered. I didn’t see Jaehyun brewing the coffee. I walked up to the counter, seeing a familiar face and decided to ask him where Jaehyun was.

“Hey, Jeno?” I called out to him gently, watching pouring his ready made coffee into a small cup. He looked up, instantly smiling brightly when he made eye contact. “Hey! Haven’t seen you for so long! Looking for Jaehyun?” I nodded, gladly thankful that he read my mind.

“He went out somewhere for awhile. He’s coming back soon. Want to wait here while I serve you some caremel frappe?” I exhanged his smile with mine, nodding my head eagerly. “You know me well, Lee Jeno.” I tapped my hand on the counter before walking off, taking my usual seat at the far corner of the cafe that’s out of sight from public eyes. I used to sit here when I would wait for Jaehyun’s shift to end before walking back to campus. It felt weird coming back here after avoiding it for so long.

After a few minutes, Jeno brings me my drink. I thanked him as he backed away and I resumed my waiting. I checked the time on my phone. Thirty minutes have passed and he’s still not here. Each time the bell rang, I instantly lift my head up only to find that it wasn’t Jaehyun.

Heaving a sigh, I leaned forward, my shoulder raising up as I continued to stare at the entrance. Finally, I saw Jaehyun through the window, walking to the door. But... he’s with a girl?

The door opened and Jaehyun walked in, the girl close beside him. She was wearing Jaehyun’s hoodie too. The plain black that he often wears. I kept silent, wanting to see where all this was going. Why was I feeling something? I shouldn’t be... right? I have nothing to do with Jaehyun, let alone his love life. Wait why am I even assuming that they’re together?

Jaehyun went up to the counter. He turned around to look at the girl. They were smiling and laughing together, which made the knots in my stomach tighter and my heart began to ache at the sight. As cliche as it sounds, I muttered a, “That should be me.”

The girl took off his hoodie. She was wearing a shirt under it. It seemed like she wanted to give it back but Jaehyun insisted on her keeping it, continuously shoving the hoodie back and forth till she threw it at him, kissed him on the cheek and ran out the cafe laughing. I frowned. I really didn’t like how this was going.

Jeno went up to Jaehyun, motioning to where I was seated. I instantly looked out the window as if I didn’t even see Jaehyun coming in and was minding my business. I heard his heavy footsteps walking up to me, and he sat down, dragging the chair closer to the table. “You didn’t say you’d be here.”

I turned my head and faced forward to Jaehyun, picking up my drink to take a sip, nodding my head. “I didn’t.”

“Who was she?”

I couldn’t help but ask. I was too eager to know. Too eager for something to confirm my suspicions, closure. “A friend.” Jaehyun said after exhaling sharply.

My lips form a thin line, my brows raising for a moment as I gave a “You sure about that?” expression with a hum. Jaehyun stared at me for a moment. I couldn’t read his face. “She��s just like Taeyong. Someone I’m working with for a project.” He said with simple directness.

Anger started to settle in, the tension between us growing tighter and tighter with each moment of silence in the air. “Your project partner comes waltzing in wearing your hoodie and giving you a kiss on the cheek? Some partner there.” I replied with sarcasm, nodding my head over and over.

Jaehyun cocked a brow, the side of his lips turning up slightly as he leaned forward, so close that our faces were a mere inch away from each other. “Now you’re jealous? That’s cute.” He chuckled lowly.

I blinked my eyes rapidly. Is he really going to do this right now? Despite me blushing slightly at him calling me cute. I couldn’t shake the fact that he was probably trying to get back at me and making me feel how be felt when I was with Taeyong.

“Why can’t I? You were jealous when I was with Taeyong too.” I blurted out, not sure if that was the right thing to say.

“You aren’t my girlfriend, and I’m not your boyfriend. But we can’t see each other with anyone else, or touch anyone else. We can’t have who we want either. Make an inference. Connection, hidden meaning.”

“Don’t bring the method to answering History questions into this.” I couldn’t help but laugh softly at his attempt to joke. I knew very well right now wasn’t the time, but I just missed it.

“Stress high when the trust low

Bad vibes, where'd the fun go?

Try to open up and love more.”

“Don’t you miss it?” Jaehyun asked, his face getting soft and gentle. He reached his hand out to mine, holding my finger with a light touch. Our eyes went down in unison, staring as our hands fit perfectly together.

“We’re complicated, indeed. We aren’t sure of who we are. And we don’t even know the reason for that. But doesn’t it all come down to whether we love each other...?” Jaehyun lowered his voice to a whisper, pur noses were now touching as I gulped, closing my eyes for a moment as I inhaled his naturally strong scent that not even his perfume could mask.

“I guess...” I started, breathing heavily. “I guess we’re just scared. I don’t know about you, but I can somewhat admit that I’m scared.”

“It’s been years, Jaehyun. Years since we’ve showed affection for each other yet we never seemed to get anywhere. But I liked it nonetheless. Despite the fact that we were just... stagnant.” I smacked my lips. “Or not perhaps I’d call it going back and forth.”

At that moment, I thought of us. Jaehyun and I. Years ago. When we first started. I met him here, at the cafe. I got addicted to him from first sight and I’d make it a mental note to visit him everyday and demand that only he should make and serve my orders. That’s how we grew close. Not on campus, but out. We kept our relationship like a little secret. But that was only for the fun of it; for excitement and thrill. I liked that about us. Being alone and only having each other. Turning back time was what I always wished I could do.

“I love you, _____. I missed us. When we were just happy. I guess this all started when I ignored you. I’m sorry for that. And you know I mean it.” Jaehyun couldn’t keep his eyes on me. He constantly looked down or avoided my gaze. He bit his lip intensely, as if trying to hold back tears.

“But if you would let me, I’ll explain it over dinner.” Jaehyun gulped, breathing in as his chest puffed up. I wasn’t quite sure of what to make of this. But in the end, my main goal was to settle this, on a good note. Whether I’d be with Jaehyun in the end or not. I just needed closure.

“Sure.”

Jaehyun offered to meet me at a high end restaurant. Somewhere I’ve never been in years since I was just like any regular college student. Poor.

I didn’t know what to wear. And I guess my outfit seemed to lower itself a lot when I stepped into the restaurant. I glazed my eyes over the place, spotting Jaehyun at the far end wearing his usual all black shirt, jeans, and shoes. A combination that never failed to cup his masculine body perfectly.

“You didn’t have to take me to somewhere this expensive.” I said, sitting down. Jaehyun smiled softly in greeting. “It’s only slightly above average.” He commented.

We ordered our food. It was taking quite awhile to come. “Um.. I suppose I should be giving that um explanation to you now.” Jaehyun spoke up, his hands on the table with his fingers interlocking with each other. I nodded my head, pushing the glass of iced water that was served to us earlier on, bringing it in front of me and leaning forward to take a sip.

“My parents want me and Soo, the girl you saw at the cafe to get together. I honestly didn’t even know why. And I never cared either.” Jaehyun lowered his head, fidgeting his fingers. “And just so you know, I never had feelings for Soo. She has someone else. The two of us agreed that we’d still maintain our private lifes and not let it interfere us.”

I bit my lower lip. I could tell he was telling the truth, that he was being sincere. It made my heart soften. But I didn’t want to show it. I didn’t want to seem easy and to just fall for him all over again just from a simple explanation.

“Are you going to do anything to fight back against your parents about it?” I asked, not wanting to say silent throughout.

“I simply told Soo to do something about it since she would have more influence on them than me.” Jaehyun leaned in, again his hand creept up on mine. He held my hand in his, bringing it up slowly and planting a light kiss on my fingertips. A gesture that I only ever knew would feel this amazing because its him. He was the only person I’ve met to have such a gentlemanly feature.

“Can we slowly... get back to how we were? I know it’s my fault. I know you won’t forgive me immediately. Do whatever you want with me. Whatever decision you choose, I’ll just have to accept it.” Jaehyun whispered, his voice growing quiet with each word as he looked down to my hand and caressed it with his thumb. I could still feel his kiss lingering on the tips of my fingers.

I brought my hand up to his chin, lifting his head up and eyes off the table, forcing him to look me in the eye. I leaned in and kissed his cheek, letting my lips stay there for a long moment before pulling away. I could see Jaehyun smiling slightly at my touch. He thought he could cover it up with a cough, making me giggle softly.

“I’m not forgiving you just yet. But I do admit that I missed how we were two years back.”

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sckyie · 3 years

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word count: 2.1k

genre + warnings: slight angst + family fluff; slight arguments between bo & gf, dad!bokuto, mom!reader, sharing a bed w/family

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: im not even gonna apologize im like so bad at posting on time

It was a hard break up between the two of you. Although it was mutual, the after effects was worse. You found out you were pregnant, postpartum depression, constant court battles, and struggling with just to put food on the table. In the end, with Keigo at now three years old, you two had shared custody of him.

You had finished cleaning up Keigo's room from it being empty the past week. You had just built him a new bed from him outgrowing the last. After putting away your cleaning supplies, you walked to your bedroom to crawl into your sheets. You slowly drifted to sleep thinking about how empty the house felt when your son was gone.

Even if you grew used to the lonesome halls, you didn't like the quiet halls all to yourself. You missed having someone to come home to but since the break up and since Keigo, you hadn't thought about a relationship for a while. All the while your ex had fully moved on.

Bokuto had a new girlfriend, new house, and had moved on in his career. To him, you were nothing more than his kid's mother, or so you thought. There were times where he missed having you around and he sees pieces of you through his son. But, nonetheless he moved on and finds himself with struggling now.

"You can't just say that about Keigo!" Bokuto argued. "My son comes before everything, before you, before my career-"

"Before me? I'm your girlfriend! Why should that bastard child come before me?" Yui yelled. "He shouldn't even come before his mom. I don't understand why she even matters so much to you anymore!"

"She's my son's mother of course she matters!" Bokuto was fuming hearing these words coming out of her mouth. "Don't ever call Keigo a bastard child! Get out of my house!"

"Like hell I'll leave! I'm not moving! You either pick me or that little monster." She yelled. Bokuto raised his eyebrows and scoffed. Without speaking, he picked up his keys and wallet. "Where are you going?"

"Taking my son away from you," He glances back.

"Oh yeah? And where would you even go?" Yui says.

"Like hell I'd tell you," He says. "When I get back though, all your things better be gone. If anything of mine is missing, I'm suing you. We're done."

Bokuto continued on to his son's room and the anger boiling in him diminished after seeing his sleeping figure. He slept just like his father, his body sprawled all over, his toy lamb in one hand and drool down the side of his face.

"Keigo, hey buddy," Bokuto carefully woke his son up.

"Mm? Is morning Papa?" Keigo stirred.

"No, bud, we're going to Mama's," Bokuto says. Keigo instantly perked up. Just like his dad, his immediate amount of energy got him ready to see his mom. "We're gonna stay at Mama's for a while so only take your bag and your lamb for you to sleep-"

"Are you sleeping at Mama's?" Keigo rubs his eyes, holding his stuffed sheep close to his side. Bokuto nods, putting some of his son's necessities in his bag. "Why?"

"Yui and I are...not being nice to each other right now. Papa just needs to stay somewhere else," He says.

Bokuto carried his sleepy son to the car passed Yui to avoid any questions from him. Though, he did as more and more questions throughout the car ride. "Papa look Lamb-Lamb is driving like you," He shows off his toy. "Wait Papa? I thought Mama and Papa don't like each otver."

"It's not that we don't like each other baby, Mama and Papa used to love each other so much, that's how you were born..." Bokuto paused. "It's just Papa hadn't showed Mama he loved her enough that we chose to spend time apart. It's okay baby, I just hope Mama will let us sleep over."

Pulling into the driveway, Bokuto looks at the clock and sees how late it is. Letting out a big sigh, he goes to help Keigo out of his car seat. His little hand wraps around his dad's finger as they walk the path up to your front door. Keigo plays with his shoes as Bokuto nervously fiddles with his keys.

The door rang as you stirred in your sleep. You pulled off your comforter and turned to your alarm clock to see that it was past midnight. Knowing you had work tomorrow, you were irritated to check the door. Who could possibly be here at this hour?

You threw on a cardigan to cover your pajamas and walked into your cold living room. You peeked into the peephole and saw a familiar tall figure with a little boy clinging onto him. You quickly open the door, confused to see the two.

"Mama!" Keigo practically jumps into your arms.

"Hi Bubbas, what are you doing here so late?" You ask.

"Yui and I got into an argument and she said some...choice words about Keigo. I told her to leave and she gave me an ultimatum. So we left and now we're here," Bokuto scratches the back of his neck.

"Can we stay wif you Mama?" He says into your neck. "Papa and I don't wanna stay with Yui."

"Of course you can stay," You say putting Keigo down, letting him hug your leg as you turned to Bokuto.

It was awkward to say the least. Spending the night with your ex-fiancé can't be that bad right? "Kotaro you don't mind sleeping in the living room right?"

"No! Papa and Mama sleep in the same room!" Keigo tugged at your shirt. "I wan Papa to sleep next to you because Mama's and Papa's always sleep next to each otver. Like how Yui sleeps next to Papa!"

"You're so smart, Bub," You gritted your teeth. "But Papa isn't with me remember? He loves Yui, so he can't sleep next to Mama." You took a look at Bokuto but could tell he was uncomfortable at the sound of his now ex-girlfriend's voice.

"Please?" Keigo's eyes began to water, hinting that he wasn't just tired but he wanted his way too. "I wanna snuggle in Mama's bed with Papa."

You looked at Bokuto, both of you felt guilty if you had turned your son down. It was just for one night, right? You guided the two boys to the room and flicked on the lights for Keigo to find his way. "Papa look at Mama's big bed!" He runs and jumps into the center of the king size bed. "It can fit all of us!"

Bokuto chuckles at your guys' son and sits on the left side of the bed. Keigo notices and began to whine and push his dad off the bed. "Woah bud, I thought you wanted me to sleep with you guys, why are you pushing me off?" He asks.

"Mama sleeps on that side," He points out.

"Ko, can you turn on the lamp?" You ask, shrugging off your cardigan. You flick off the light, leaving the dim light beside your bed. Your ex-fiancé and his mini-me both yawn in sync as they adjust the sheets. "Let get some snuggles bubbas."

"I love you Mama," Keigo kisses your nose once you laid in bed beside him. He flips over and kisses Bokuto's noses and whispers, "I love you Papa."

The three of you slowly drift off into sleep. It was a peaceful thing. The three of you asleep together like a family for the first time. Bokuto had shifted in his sleep to hold onto both you and Keigo. Both your legs intertwined and your bodies encompassed each other's warmth.

Bokuto was the first to wake up. He woke up to the blinds letting sunlight hit his eyes. He slowly looked around the orange tinted view and spotted you directly in front of him. Keigo had snuggled close to your chest like he always did whenever he was sleeping in bed with you. Bokuto smiled when he saw you like this. Though he didn't say it, he knew.

He was still in love.

You were his first love, his first true love that he could show off to people. The type that made people feel jealous that you were even a couple. It wasn't anything bad between you two when you broke up. Just time, Bokuto couldn't manage any of it. He wasn't showing you he loved you like he did. He didn't make time for you. He didn't know when to show up for you. It wasn't enough and so you broke up.

You slowly woke up with your body regularly waking up to the early morning. Your fuzzy vision locks onto Bokuto's figure and you smiled slightly. You rubbed your eyes to focus your sight and saw him smiling back at you. "You still snore," You pinch his nose and carefully shift out of bed not moving Keigo. "I have to get ready for work. There's coffee in the kitchen and food in the fridge. Keigo's not going to wake up until around nine, so you can make breakfast if you want."

"What are you going to do?" He asks as he moves a piece of hair out of your face.

"Shower, now shoo," You say. You walked into the bathroom locking the door behind you. Your cheeks were bright pink while Bokuto threw up his hands hiding his face.

Once out of the shower, blow dried your hair and got dressed. Just in time to hear Bokuto calling you that he made you coffee. "Here, just how you like it," He serves. You accept the cup sipping on the beverage, trying to ignore the tension between you two. "You can go to work early, I can take Keigo out today since I have the day off."

"Maybe I should take a day off for a family day," You laughed.

"Keigo'd like that," Bokuto suggested.

"I know he would but...I'm just...y'know," You hesitate.

"I know," Bokuto responds. "But, I'd rather spend one family day with you than anymore with Yui."

"Is that true?" You ask, fiddling with your mug. Bokuto hummed in response. He took a step forward to lean beside you on the counter. It was a strange feeling. "Ko...Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, something bothering you?" He sipped is coffee.

"Do you...still...think about me?" Why were you asking this? It's not right to be asking this but you wonder if you're still on his mind. At some point in time you were there the love of his life, so could there be a chance?

"Everytime I look at Keigo," Bokuto says without hesitation. That's when you felt it. A flutter in your heart told you there was still hope for the two of you. The glow on your cheeks spread as you go to message your boss about your day off. You looked up to see Bokuto gleaming as you finished typing. "Thank you Y/n," He says. You smile back but something in the air shifts between you two.

Your eyes meet. The wholesome smile fades and the nostalgic feeling of your past relationship is brought back with a single look. Before you knew it, you both found yourselves leaning over the counters. Your breath just grazed over his lips before placing it on his. It was almost like putting the last piece in a puzzle. Both your lips moved together as if you two had never broken up.

What were you doing? You knew kissing your ex-fiancé was wrong but you weren't stopping yourself. Bokuto's hand rested on your cheek as you deepened the kiss. He hummed as you two felt one another's lips after so long. Only until you heard the bedroom door open, you pulled away slowly. "Mama? Papa?" Keigo asks sleepily. He drags Lamb-Lamb on the floor as he enters the kitchen looking for his parents. Bokuto smiles at your rosy cheeks before kissing your nose and walking to pick up his son.

"Good morning buddy," He kisses Keigo's cheeks.

"G'morning," He says groggily.

"Good morning my Bubbas," You smiled walking over to greet your half awake son. You peck his cheek as he rubs both his hands along your warm face. "You wanna spend the day with Papa and I?" His eyes light up and nodded excitedly.

"Can we go to the beach, Papa? I wanna show Mama how I spike!" He asks very excitedly. The three of you continued to discuss your day plans with thoughts of breakfast, volleyball, and lots of giggles. Little did you know, that this was the first of many of your family days. That old nostalgic love was blooming once again from this single morning.

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golden-shivers · 5 years

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Hello! Can you make a blurb were y/n felt distant to harry because he’s been busy with tour planning and whenever he goes home there’s only minimal conversation or contact then he ask why and she just burst into tears and has a panic attack right in front of him. ( im going through a lot thanks for doing this)

Panic attack

A/N: I’m sorry you’ve had to wait so long and I hope you’re doing alright! I’ve been studying for the past weeks but I’ve finally finished my exams so I can start writing again! As always, thank you all for your reviews and please feel free to give some feedback or comments since I’m always a bit insecure about my story and writing. Sending lots of love your way!

Warnings: angst, panic attack

It’s been going on for two weeks now. Harry comes home late, eats the food you made him, briefly talks to you about his day and goes to bed. In the morning you wake up to an empty bed, eat the breakfast Harry prepared and go to work. Same routine each day. In the beginning, it was something you didn’t like but also didn’t mind. You knew Harry was busy planning his tour and your relationship was strong enough to handle the little distance. You were a strong independent woman, but the past couple of days the distance was killing you. You didn’t have a proper conversation with Harry in two weeks and you were starting to worry about the two of you.

You felt pathetic needing Harry’s reassurance, but doubts were eating you alive. Did this distance came because of the tour or was Harry no longer in love with you? Your mutual friends reassured you that that was most certainly not the case since they’ve never seen Harry so happy. They all told you that he was in complete adoration of you and that he’s probably not even aware of the distance. Still, you decided enough is enough and gathered your courage to send him a quick text asking him to be home at 7 pm to discuss a few things.

It was 5 pm when Harry answered that he’ll try making it home on time. It was 7 pm when you anxiously waited for Harry to come home, listening to every car that was passing your house in the hope that it might be Harry’s car. It was 8 pm when you asked him where he was. It was 9 pm when you decided to clean the table and put the food in the fridge, feeling the pit in your stomach grow. It was 10 pm when you finally heard the sound of a car door slammed shut.

“Are you aware of the fact that it’s 10 pm while I asked you to be home at 7 pm so we could talk about things?” You quickly said when he opened the front door.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot! You want to talk about it tomorrow? I’m kinda tired right now.” Harry said opening the fridge, searching for some leftovers.

“Fine.” You walked past Harry on your way upstairs to your bedroom. You could feel all your emotions fighting for dominance. Anger, sadness, disappointment and fear were making a deadly cocktail and were intoxicating you at an alarming rate. You felt your breathing going faster and faster and tried to control it, but you were miserably failing. Your hands started shaking and your ears were ringing.

Harry sensed your discomfort and grabbed your wrist. “Love is everything alright?”

“Not now Harry, let me go… I need to… Please… I just have to…” You struggled for the right words. You could feel a panic attack starting and you just wanted to escape. You didn’t want Harry to see you like this and you just wanted to hide.

Instead, Harry’s grip on your wrist got stronger. “Please look at me y/n. What’s going on?”

Those were the only words you needed for the tears to pour down your face and you could feel your legs trembling and giving out on you. Harry’s reflexes were quick enough to gather you in his arms on time and he slowly sank to the floor with you. “Breathe y/n, breathe with me.” He put your hand on his chest and took deep slow breaths, encouraging you to do the same and follow his example. You tried focusing on his breaths, but your skin felt too tight and your vision was blurry. Your body was screaming in protest and breathing got harder and harder. It felt like time stopped and you were held captive in this horrible moment.

“It will be over soon honey, just keep following my breathing please. We’ll get through this.” He gave your body a little squeeze as to prove his presence, to prove you’re not alone. Your eyes desperately searched for his and when they found his bright green orbs you felt yourself gain a little bit more control of the situation. Slowly but surely, your breathing started to slow down and the trembling diminished.

“That’s it love, you’re alright.” Harry whispered while putting some strands of your hair behind your ear. Exhaustion took over and you went limp in his arms. You were too tired to say or do anything. Harry slowed lifted you up and carried you bridal style to your bedroom. He slowly lowered you onto your bed and stood up.

“Don’t go, please.”

“I’m just getting you a cup of tea, my love, something to keep you warm.” You suddenly released you were shivering and crawled under the covers of your bed. Harry quickly returned with your favorite cup of tea and his hoodie.

“You want to talk about what happened?” Harry said while cuddling you.

“I’m sorry, I had a panic attack… I just felt overwhelmed. We’ve barely talked lately and I felt like we were growing apart. I know you’re working hard for the new tour and you know I’ll always support you but I’ve been struggling with your absence and my mind just started overthinking everything and I thought that maybe you don’t love me anymore.” You looked into his eyes, trying to decipher his reaction. You were afraid that he’ll confirm your fear.

His face softened instantly. “Firstly, never apologize for having a panic attack. You can’t control those things and they’re not something to be ashamed of. Secondly,” a frown grew on his face, “I wasn’t aware I was creating a distance between us. I was so caught up in all the planning that I never realized we didn’t talk much. It was never my intention to act distant. I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid not noticing these things.”

“It’s alright Harry.” You interrupted him.

“No, it’s not y/n. I can’t believe I made you think I didn’t love you anymore. What kind of shit boyfriend does that? The tour isn’t worth it if it’s giving you these feelings. I’ll plan my time in a better way so I get to spend more time with you because come to think of it, it’s been a while since I held you or heard the sound of your laugh and I miss that. I’ll do a Hannah Montana move and get the best of both worlds,” you both laughed and the tension immediately left the room, “I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and I hated seeing you go through that panic attack. I felt utterly useless.”

“You actually helped me a lot, Harry. It felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, but your guidance really helped. If you weren’t here it would’ve probably lasted a lot longer, so thank you.” You smiled. Harry smiled back but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. You knew he felt bad about the whole situation and slightly cursed yourself for overthinking everything. “Don’t feel bad Harry, I just misunderstood the whole situation. I know It was never your intention to make feel bad. I love you.” You reassured him and squeezed his hand, Harry brought your fingers to his lips and kissed them.

“I love you too. I’ll make things good again, I promise.”

“You’ve already made things good again Harry, don’t worry.” You kissed him with all the passion you’ve had to keep to yourself for the past two weeks and Harry kissed you back with such enthusiasm that you could never doubt his love again.

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ionlyspeakinmyheroacademia · 4 years

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Late Nights and Lavender Tea

series masterlist ☕️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka

Warnings: Some lauguage, gets a lil steamy at some parts, slow burn

Summary: After a year of friendship, Uraraka realizes that she is totally in love with her best friend, Midoriya Izuku. There's just one slight problem. She's in a happy, committed relationship with Iida Tenya.Or is she? As their relationship progresses, she sees a side of Tenya that scares her- and she wonders if she made the right choice to get with him in the first place. And her resurfacing feelings for Izuku aren't helping her case, not in the slightest.Midoriya Izuku always avoids romantic relationships, but he simply cannot avoid his feelings for Uraraka Ochako. She's taken, but Izuku can't help but hopelessly pine after her. After seemingly the millionth late-night talk over tea, he realizes that he's head over heels in love with her. He's in love with a girl who's off-limits. He can swallow his feelings for her sake, of course.That's okay with Izuku. If she's happy, he's happy for her. It's really okay, honestly.Teenage relationships are hard. That's one thing they've both realized.

Notes: This is my first fic, let me know what you think! (cross posted on ao3)

Chapter 1- Everyone Has Soba, Shoto

Ochako had never liked the color green.

It had always reminded her of her childhood, the color of the kitchen in her parent’s house, the place where she had overheard so many painful conversations of wondering where they would get the money to feed their little Ochako. It reminded her of the color of her unborn brother’s onesies, which she had lovingly picked out with her mother, so excited to finally not be alone, and then one day, her parents sat her down at the table and told her that her brother would never be born…

After that, the color green had always been something Ochako turned her nose at.

That was until she met Izuku.

She had been in love with Izuku since before the Provisional Licensing exam in their first year, and honestly, nothing had happened since she realized that he needed to focus on being a hero, and had decided that if that was what he needed, she wanted that for him. So, she had stepped away. Even though they had gotten closer and closer over the past year, she knew that he most likely didn’t reciprocate her feelings, and probably had no idea she even felt this way about him. For a guy that was so observant, he tended to be quite oblivious.

After she met Izuku, she fell in love with the color green. She loved the way his green locks fell around his face, how they flopped in his eyes when he bent over his notes, writing and muttering like a madman. The color of his costume and the shine in his spring-green eyes when he said that his ‘Deku’ meant ‘you can do it’ instead of useless because she told him she liked Deku, that Deku was the name of a hero. Izuku had made Ochako love the color green, and masked the pain with happiness and love.

However, everything didn’t always go as planned. She knew that he wasn’t focused on a romantic relationship. So she decided to push aside her feelings for him until he was ready.

“Hey Ochako,” said Iida, kissing her on the forehead as she shook out of her thoughts. “How are you this morning?”

“Hi Tenya,” she replied, looking away from her breakfast and smiling at him. They had been dating for a little while now, since the end of the last term. Their relationship had been comforting, like a warm blanket you didn’t want to leave. Tenya made her feel safe, loved. She had pushed aside what she felt for Izuku a couple of months ago, and when Tenya asked her out, she accepted, and they had been going steady ever since. “I’m alright, just tired.”

“Did you stay up all night again? Because you shouldn’t do that,” Tenya reminded her sternly, but his eyes were soft, and she knew he wasn’t really mad.

“You know I can’t help my insomnia,” she teased lovingly, placing a hand lightly on his chest.

“God, would you two get a room already?” Kaminari groaned from behind them, causing Ochako to go red, her cheeks flaming furiously. She had been so caught up in talking to Tenya she had forgotten she was around other people. Ochako looked over at Izuku, who was sitting across from the pair, to see he was avoiding her gaze, his face stoic. Huh, she thought, I wonder what he’s thinking about.

Tenya laughed. “Are you offended by our love?” he asked, wrapping his arm around Ochako’s shoulders and kissing her cheek.

“I am when it affects my breakfast,” Kaminari retorted. The rest of their classmates laughed, except for Bakugou, who seemed too wrapped up in his food to notice what was going on. Kirishima was watching him lovingly, and Ochako smiled, remembering how happy he was when Bakugo asked him out the month before, saying that they needed to get over themselves and just go out. She remembered him coming to talk to her right after, remembered the genuine, happy smile on his face when he finally was with his person.

She watched them now, Kirishima worryingly trying to clean off his boyfriend’s cheek, and Bakugo swatting him away angrily, but only half-heartedly. Her heart swelled with happiness for the two of them.

“So,” she said, leaning onto the table. “What’s your plan for the Sports Festival, Deku?”

“Huh?” he looked up from his food, looking like he was trying to shake himself out of a funk. “Oh yeah, um, well if I told you, it wouldn’t really look good for me, would it? You could use it against me”

He was laughing, but his eyes were sad. “You okay Deku?” she said quietly, trying to keep their conversation private, even from Tenya. He just wasn’t as close to Izuku as she was. She looked over at him to make sure he wasn’t listening, but Tenya was engaged in a deep conversation with Yaomomo.

Izuku looked at her, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course I am, Uraraka. I probably just didn’t get enough sleep I guess,” he said, running his scarred hand through his already tousled green hair. She frowned but didn’t press him any further. He probably just didn’t want to talk about it.

“Alright, class 2A! File out! We have to be in class soon!” Tenya called and turned to me. “Are you ready to go Ochako?”

“Yep!” she replied, grabbing his hand and standing. “You coming Deku?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you,” he said, grabbing his bag from under the table and stuffing the last of his breakfast in his mouth before hurrying after his lovestruck friends.

A constant ray of sunshine and happiness.

That’s what Ochako had been to Izuku since he met her. An amazing friend, a shoulder to lean on, and his favorite person to share talks in the kitchen with at one AM, bonding over not being able to sleep. He had begun to rely on her, her calm words, her determination, her sweet embraces when he felt down. Izuku had been happy to be her friend.

That was, well, until she started dating Iida. Izuku would see them together, laughing, talking, kissing, and he would feel a ball of anger in his chest, a feeling that was ripping him apart from the inside. He endured it blindly for the first month or two of them dating, not knowing what he was feeling. Until one night he was sitting alone with Ochako in the kitchen at midnight, sharing cookies that they’d found in the fridge when he felt it. It was like a fire, a burning desire to reach out and touch her soft, slightly tousled hair. To kiss her pink lips, to stare into her eyes, and have her love him.

It was then, that he realized he was in love with her.

It was a new feeling for Izuku. He had never had time to dwell on things like relationships his whole life, no one had wanted to be with a quirkless wannabe anyway. And after he got his quirk, he had been so busy trying to learn to wield it that he didn’t even think of anything else. He had noticed Ochako before, the way her costume hugged her in all the right places, the way her eyes shined when she looked at him, not from tears, but as though she was longing, but he had dismissed it. But after Ochako was taken, in a happy relationship with one of his best friends, he realized that he was completely head over heels in love with her. And God, did it hurt.

“Hey Deku, Iida and I got permission to go out to dinner with Tsu, Todoroki, and Sora, do you want to come?” Ochako asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Sure,” he replied, “Just let me get my wallet.”

“‘Kay! Meet us outside in five minutes!”

“Okay!” smiling, he turned to head for the elevator. When he reached his dorm, he swiped his wallet off the dresser, and silently cursed himself for saying yes. She had looked so cute in her soft pink sweater, he was reminded every day just how beautiful she was. God, this was going to be hard.

When he reached the front door, he could see Todoroki and Sora, the Power Couple of class 2A™, standing with Tsu, and saw Iida helping Ochako put her jacket on. Izuku paused at the door, swelling with jealousy. That should be him. He brushed it off, and shrugging his jacket on, walked out of the Heights Alliance building to greet the group.

“Hey, Midoriya!” Sora called, a grin spreading across his face. Todoroki, holding his boyfriend’s hand, turned to smile shyly at him.

“You ready to go Deku?” Ochako asked, smiling happily, Iida’s hand on her shoulder. Izuku felt a pang of desire to be in Iida’s place.

“Yeah,” he replied, and the six of them started for the edge of campus.

When they got to the train station, Izuku made sure that he positioned himself as far away from Ochako as possible, sitting across from her, trying not to watch her and Iida talking and flirting with each other. He tried to distract himself with strategies for the Sports Festival, on possible pairings and matchups, but he couldn’t drown out the voice in the back of his brain screaming ‘SHE SHOULD BE WITH ME’ over and over. He felt pathetic.

They arrived at the restaurant without a hitch, thankfully, and settled in. Izuku tried to avoid sitting next to Ochako, but that plan was foiled immediately.

“Come sit next to me Deku!” Ochako said, oblivious to his obvious need to sit somewhere, anywhere else.

“Okay… sure,” he answered, cursing those beautiful eyes, so pure and innocent, he just couldn’t say no.

He sat down next to her, thankful he was on the edge so that he could scoot his chair away from hers.

“So, what will you all be having to drink tonight?” asked the waitress as she approached the table, passing out menus. They all requested their drinks, thanking the waitress, and settled in, conversing over possible food choices.

“Do they have Soba?” Izuku heard Todoroki ask Sora, to which Sora replied; “Yes Shoto, everyone has Soba.”

“What are you getting Deku? I might just get rice balls…” Ochako asked, trailing off.

“I’ll just get katsudon, I guess,” he answered, and she smiled.

“Typical Deku.”

He smiled at her and then turned back to the menu when his heart started to betray him by beating furiously. Why did she have to be so damn cute?

The group ordered their food and just talked while they waited. They talked about school, what they wondered the first two events of the Sports Festival were going to be, what they did over break, and what their other classmates might be doing.

When the food came they dug in, Todoroki and Sora eating their Soba, Tsu and Izuku bonding over their hopes for this year’s classes, and Iida and Ochako making the rest of the table sick from the lovey-dovey kissing and flirting.

“My goodness, at least excuse yourselves!” Tsu burst out after about ten minutes of this. Ochako blushed, and Iida stood up, laughing, pulling her with him.

“We’ll be right back,” Iida called over his shoulder, pulling a laughing Ochako behind him. Izuku watched them go, his heart throbbing. Todoroki and Sora locked eyes, smirking, and Tsu shook her head, chuckling slightly.

“Do you have something we should know about Midoriya?” Todoroki asked, slurping Soba, while Sora smiled pityingly.

Izuku blinked, looking away from the lovesick couple outside kissing in the dark. “Wha- what do you mean?”

“Oh please, you’re so obvious,” Tsu laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so in love with Ochako that you can’t keep your eyes off her.”

“No, that’s not…” Izuku sighed, giving up. “Fine, is it really that obvious? I thought I was being subtle.” At that, the other three burst out laughing. “Hey! You don’t have to be mean!”

“Oh Midoriya,” Sora said, wiping nonexistent tears from his cheeks. “You are the opposite of subtle.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone in the class knows,” Todoroki laughed.

“Everyone?” Izuku gaped.

“Well, not everyone,” Tsu said. “I’m pretty sure the only people who don’t are Ochako and Iida, to be honest.” The group turned to look outside, where Iida and Ochako were still laughing, playfully hitting each other’s chests, and kissing.

Izuku groaned, his head falling into his hands. “I’m hopeless aren’t I?”

“They seem pretty in love, don’t they?” Todoroki observed, earning an elbow in the ribs from Sora. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Don’t worry Midoriya, you’re not hopeless. You’ll find someone…” Sora said, faltering at the look on his friend’s face.

“She’s all I can think about. I can’t even be near her without finding ways to touch her, even if it’s just a brush of our knuckles, or our knees touching a bit, but then I remember she’s with Iida, one of my best friends, and I don’t know what to do. I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend!” Izuku moaned. Todoroki, Sora, and Tsu exchanged worried glances and Tsu moved to set her hand on Izuku’s shoulder when the happy couple burst through the door, making their way back to the table.

“Hey, Deku are you okay?” Ochako asked, her cheeks red, and her hair a bit tousled.

Izuku jerked up from the table, seeing her disheveled appearance, and Iida’s small smile, and felt compelled to hit something. He was shocked his voice came out so calmly when he replied, “I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure? You look-”

“I’m fine Uraraka,” Izuku said, cutting her off.

“O-okay,” she said, face falling slightly before putting the mask back on. “Everybody ready to go?”

“Um, yeah just let me get a to-go container for Sora’s Soba,” Todoroki said, eyes darting to Izuku, trying to distract from the fact that his friend’s face had never looked so sad.

“That’s alright Shoto, I don’t really want it,” Sora replied, setting a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder and smiling.

“Not for you, for me,” Todoroki smiled, and the rest of the table laughed, even a small chuckle from Izuku.

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Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1! Stay tuned for Chapter 2!

Le bonus:

INTRODUCING (drumroll please) SORA MURAKAMI!

Quirk: Reality Warping- he can manipulate what others see, but he can only project things he’s seen before once they talk to him, much like Shinsou’s brainwashing

Looks: Black hair, brown eyes, around 5'8"

Sora is Todoroki's loving boyfriend, he brings Todoroki out of his shell and helps him become more comfortable around others, and the two of them provide great comic relief.

#my hero academia #original character #slow burn #bnha fanfic #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x uraraka ochako #fanfic #kiribaku

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thewritingstar · 6 years

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I loved both of these prompts so i decided to combine the two! I had a lot of fun writing this and since it is suppose to make up for my missing posting I made it quite long. I hope you all enjoy this angsty fic and remember that request are always open! Thank you both for the requests!

WC #58

Prompt: ^^^^ aka: Missing You

Pairing: Gruvia

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Gray opened the door, he was exhausted from working late at his office. He knew he didn’t need to work this late but the clock seems to slip easy. The stove light was on and the plate in the microwave was waiting for him, a newly occurrence that had been happening for a few days now but he hated having to reheat his food. Cold food was the worst. He kicked off his shoes and sat at the table, scrolling through his phone as he ate quietly in the dim light.

“Hello love.” His head looked towards the voice. Walking down the stairs, Juvia emerged into the light, one of his nightshirts was lazily button onto her body and a yawn escaped from her mouth. She walked past him and opened the fridge and pour herself a glass of milk. Taking her glass she walked over to her boyfriend and sat on his lap, kissing his cheek softly.

“I’ve missed you. You said you would be home sooner tonight.” She whispered in his ear making him shiver.

“I know.” He kissed her lips and he felt her hand travel down, Juvia anxiously awaiting for him to take ignition. But it didn’t come. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly. “Not tonight love, I just wanna go to sleep already.” Her eyes widened and an ‘o’ formed on her mouth.

“Understandable, it is late after all.” She smiled and kissed his cheek before walking back upstairs to bed, he finished eating and joined her and pulled her close before falling asleep quickly.

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The door opened and Gray walked in, kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat on the rack. It had become a routine for him to arrive deep into the night, his job just took up his mind and all he wanted to do was eat and get some sleep.

He turned the light on in the kitchen and saw a figure on the couch. A groan came from the person as he reheated the plate and a mop of blue hair popped up. She turned her head to see Gray eating from the plate.

‘Oh Gray-sama, you’re home.” She said but the excitement from her voice was like a knife that had been used one to many times, dull.

“Yep.” He said while popping the ‘p’. “How was your day?” He asked and she got up to place her cup of tea in her sink.

“Oh it was fine. Juvia spent lunch with Lyon and Meredy. They joined me since you weren’t able to.” She said and he almost heard a bitter tone towards the end.

“Lyon? You had lunch with him?” He questioned and took another bite of food.

“And Meredy. And yes, it was quite nice. We went to the cafe on the corner where you can sit outside and look at the garden.”

“Oh.” He turned towards the sink and saw her sat on the counter, a blank expression on her legs and a ringlet of her hair between her fingers. Smirking he walked until he was between her legs and began to kiss her neck softly. “Yah know, we haven’t had time together in awhile.” He let his hands roam and she huffed out a breath.

Pushing him back, she jumped off the counter and grabbed a bottle of water. “Juvia wonders why.” She whispered sarcastically.

“What?” He asked not hearing her correctly.

“Juvia’s tired love.” She said louder and her figure disappeared up the stairs. Gray nodded and followed her.

The door opened and Gray was thankful that he was home on time, before dinner actually.

“Juvia I’m home” He called and when he kicked off his shoes, he frowned. Another pair of shoes were on the ground and he looked up to see a white haired man.

“Hey Gray.” Lyon smiled and he saw Juvia walk out of the kitchen with a salad bowl and plates.

“Oh Gray, you’re home early! Lyon and Meredy are going to join us for dinner but the poor thing came down with a terrible cold so it will just be the three of us.”

“Great.” Gray said sarcastically but smiled when Juvia met his eyes.

Juvia brought out the roast and placed it in the center, they each took turns collectively scooping food and passing it to the next. Irritation ran through Gray as Lyon sat across from her, that was his spot. But now he was sat next to her and he only got the side of her beautiful face while the white haired man got the full deal.

Gray frowned when the two began to laugh.

“And then the elephant fell.” Juvia laughed and Lyon joined her and a confused look went on his face.

“Inside joke.” Lyon clarified and Gray raised his eyebrows before taking a swig of wine.

The rest of dinner was pure torture. Lyon and Juvia tried to explain the inside jokes they had collected over the past month or two and Gray grew furious when he couldn’t understand.

“Well thank you for having me tonight.” Lyon said as he slipped on his shoes. Gray couldn’t wait for him to leave. “See you for coffee on Tuesday?”

“As always Lyon, have a nice night.” Juvia smiled and Lyon walked out the door.

“Later Gray.” Lyon said and leaned to see Juvia walking towards the kitchen to start cleaning up. He looked back at gray and winked and to this Gray gave an unfazed grimace and shut the door saying a quick ‘bye’ as he locked the door.

Gray made his way towards Juvia and grabbed some plates.

“What the hell Juvia? Why was he here?” He spat.

Juvia turned and looked at him funny. “For dinner?” She said confused.

He gave her a blank stare. “And what is this coffee business? Why are you spending so much time with him?” He asked and dropped the dishes in the sink.

“Gray it is just coffee and yes Juvia and Lyon have been hanging out more often, it's no big deal.” she shrugged and now she was getting mad.

“Just coffee? Yeah right, not for him at least.” He rolled his eyes and Juvia slammed the bowl on the counter.

“What the hell is your problem Gray?” She yelled.

“I’m just saying that you could spend more time with me.” He said bitterly.

Juvia gasped and turned towards him with tears in her eyes. “MORE TIME!” She sobbed. “Gray, you work so much that you come home and you push me away! Forgive me if I want to spend time with another human who is actually there for me! Don’t ever tell me to spend time with you when you don’t put in the effort. For the past month or two, you have come home late every single night. I have spent every night eating alone, waiting to have at least one meal with my boyfriend, but no, I can’t.” Tears ran down her face and all the pent up anger and resentment fuel this outburst of anger and Gray could see it spilling out.

“I have tried Gray. And I am tired of not being able to be with you, so don’t tell me that I haven’t given everything to you.” She threw the dish towel on the counter and pushed past him but he grabbed her arm. “Don’t touch me.” She yelled and walked up stairs. “If you don’t think I wanna spend time with you, sleep on the damn couch.” She cried and he watched as she stormed upstairs and the slam of the door left him in shock.

And as he stood with a shocked expression he began to contemplate the past months. The touches between them have become ice cold and the conversations were short. It all came crashing down on him like a bucket of cold ice water. Tears pricked his eyes as regret and shame punched him in the gut.

His head snapped towards the stairs when he heard a crash and he found himself in front of their bedroom door. Pushing it open, he found Juvia sitting against the bathtub as a glass was smashed on the ground. His eyes locked on the red leaking from her foot and saw a few sharp shards stuck in her pale foot. Quickly he got to her, making sure not to step on the glass as he picked her up and carried her to their bed.

Carefully he removed the glass from her foot, holding her ankle as she squirmed and her hands bunched the blanket and she let out a sob.

“Shh it's okay, I got you.” He stroked her leg as the final shard was pulled. A hot towel was wrapped around her foot in no time and he began to clean up the glass on the floor. Silence still lurked around them and she didn’t move when he kneeled down in front of her. Gently he caressed her foot, making sure the blood had stopped.

Carefully he locked eyes with her. The red under her eyes was due to all the tears he shed and he knew that the glass contributed least. He didn’t understand how he neglected her, how he let the precious nights slip away from them and how he let that white haired man steal all those days and hours away.

Lifting up her arms, he changed her shirt into one of his old button nightshirts that she loved. His lips pressed to her forehead and he wiped away the fresh tears.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly and he only got a nod with a trembling lip. “Juvia.” He whispered and she let him take her hand. “I am sorry. There are no words that can make up for what I’ve put you through.”

“I just want my boyfriend back.” She sobbed quietly.

“Im here. I promise.” He hugged her and her body naturally responded and the warmth returned slowly. “I love you so much.” He kissed her lips softly. He placed his arms underneath her and lifted her up, body pressed to his chest as he sat against the headboard, leaning her back against his chest and pulling the blankets over them.

He rubbed her shoulder gently and dragged them down her sides and she leaned her head back, feeling his heartbeat on her back. He kept whispering how much he loved her into her ears as his hands stroked her leg loosely. Her hand covered her mouth as a yawn escaped and he knew she must have been tired from the yelling and emotional baggage.

He re-position them so her head was against the pillow and laid calmly against him. His hand continued to run up and down her stomach and he pulled her close, kissing her neck softly.

“Tomorrow is for you.” He told her. “I'll take the day off and i know it won’t makeup but I can try. And from there each day and night will be devoted towards you, like it should have been. And don’t bother going to coffee on Tuesday with him, because now you have me, always and forever.” He leaned so he could kiss her cheek but that didn’t satisfy her so she turn and faced his and cupped his face.

“I get you all to myself tomorrow?” she asked with a small smile.

“Tomorrow and the next and next.” He smiled and she giggled.

“Juvia didn’t want to go to coffee with him anyways. She wants coffee with her Gray-sama” His heart filled when her third person and his preferred name by her had return.

“I want that too. Now you should rest, you must be tired due to me and I’m sorry for that.” He kissed her lips again and pushed her hair out of her face. She nodded and set her head against his chest and swung her bad foot lazily over his leg.

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Gray opened the door and kicked off his shoes. “Juv I’m home.” He called and placed the take out bag on the counter. A week had past since their fight and a new love had bloomed. He turned and smiled when Juvia jumped into his arms wearing nothing but her favorite shirt of his and took his lips eagerly.

“Welcome home my love.” She whispered between kisses. “How was work?” She asked and he carried her towards the couch.

“Boring as hell but i don’t care because I got better things to do now.” He smirked and she yelped when she was on the couch and he practically toppled over her.

“Foods gonna get cold.” She mumbled against his lips.

And for once he said “Don’t care” And ripped off his shirt and looked down at the beauty before him.

“My foods right here.” He smiled and Juvia practically melted against his touch.

“I missed this.” Juvia gushed as he kissed her neck.

“Well you’re never gonna miss it again.” He promised.

“Im all yours.” She winked and grinned brightly when the warmth of his lips returned to hers.

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I hope you enjoyed!!

#gruvia #gruvia oneshots #angst #fanfic #fairy tail #juvia loxar #gray fullbuster #Gray X Juvia #thewritingstar #thewritingstarwritingchallenge

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1rosex · 6 years

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BTS Reaction to accidentally yelling at their s/o

Request: Hii i really love your writing! Can I please request an angst bts reaction to u bugging them on accident and they yell but apologize later? Thank u 💕💕

A/N sorry i lost the request but I already had it pasted so ye!

angst ahead 👌 (contains mild language)

Masterlist

Jin

You didn't know Jin was so upset. You could tell when he was stressed, and thats all you assumed was the matter when he came into the house with a blank expression. He didn't greet you, nor did he respond when you asked him how his day was.

"Aish, Y/N I told you to put your food away when you're done eating." Jin said when he saw a pot of food on the stove.

"Actually I made it for you." You muttered. "Its still warm if you want to-"

"No, its fine." Jin shook his head as he started pulling out a container to put the leftovers away.

"But Jin, you look really tired. You know you need to look after your health and-"

"Y/N, I said no. Cant you see I'm stressed! Just let me be!" Jin snapped with an awful amount of annoyance in his voice. You swallowed dryly, you know he hadn't really said anything hurtful but the way he said it made you feel some kind of way. You just nodded and left him to be alone, you understood he had a very tiring job. Jin looked after you, a pang of guilt hitting him almost immediately. He sighed and served himself the food you had made for him, taking his time to eat and calm down. Later he came out to find you curled up on your bed watching television.

"Y/N, hey. Mind if I join?"

Namjoon

You were watching BTS practice the choreography to their new song, and Namjoon was in a bad mood. He wasn't on time with the members and he just felt awkward and stiff. The stress of not being good enough was making him easily upset, so when you made a comment about his timing being off, he had enough.

"I know! Do you think this is easy!? Why don't you give it a try?" He suddenly exclaimed at you. You felt sadness overcome you, not only for that reason that Namjoon had just yelled at you, but because he had yelled at you in front of the others. You swallowed and let out a barely audible apology before leaving the practice room. You went to wait in the car until practice was over.

Namjoon came out of practice feeling guilty for what he had told you. He was relieved when he saw you were waiting in the passengers seat as he opened the car door, though you didn't look at him.

"Y/N baby.. I didn't mean that. Im sorry I took my frustration out on you."

Yoongi

You didn't mean to annoy Yoongi when you went to visit him in his studio. You sensed he was in a tired mood, looking focused on his computer screen with bags under his eyes. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder in hopes of offering comfort. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect on him as he pulled away and turned to you.

"Can you leave me alone? I already spend every damn second with you and you're still here. You're so annoying sometimes." He snapped bluntly before turning back to his work. You blinked in surprise at his sudden reaction and slowly turned away, leaving the room. You felt tears sting at his words and struggled to stop them, trying to understand he was just overworked as you laid down on the couch. By the time Yoongi left the studio, you'd fallen asleep there alone. Yoongi walked into the living room heavy with guilt as he saw curled up into a ball with a blanket wrapped around you tightly. He quietly made his way over to you as to not wake you, leaning down and running a hand through your hair.

"I'm sorry Y/N.. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

J-Hope

He's such a sunshine, you'd actually never seen him really upset. But this day had been hard, he was really stressed before his performance on stage. You were just trying to be helpful by reminding him about the dance move he was struggling with, but this only seemed to be stressing him out even more. Hoseok suddenly turned to you with a look of irritation in his eyes.

"Okay Y/N! I wont fuck it up, I get it!" He yelled out before going to get ready to go on stage. You were left behind in surprise, he never yelled at you like that and it was very much unlike him. You stayed backstage, fiddling with your hands and feeling bad for what you had said as if it was your fault. The performance went smoothly and Hoseok did well despite his worries and guilt for what he had told you. Now he was hurrying down the hall looking for you, finding you in the same spot he'd left you.

"Y/N.. Im sorry. You don't hate me do you?"

Jimin

You thought you were being kind by complimenting your boyfriend a lot. At least, that was your intention. You wanted him to see himself through your own eyes, where in your minds eye, he was perfect. But you failed to see that today, your compliments were having the opposite effect. He suddenly turned to you with an angry stare as he was getting ready to go on stage.

"Okay! I get it! Stop nagging me, you make me feel so pressured!" Jimin yelled before leaving the room. You were left in surprise, not knowing what you'd done wrong. You didnt watch their peformance, staying backstage to help the staff clean up. Jimin was a lot calmer when he came back to find you, his stress going away now that the concert was over. Now he realized how hurtful he'd been to you. When he found you, he was quick to go in your direction as you turned the other way.

"Y/N.. Please look at me. Im sorry, I was nervous. You were just trying to help."

Taehyung

You really didnt notice you were ticking your boyfriend off as you laid besides him. You were trying to help him with some lyrics, being goofy and trying to make him laugh. You were used to him getting quiet sometimes, but not like this. By the time you started to see that he wasnt into it, it was too late.

"Could you shut up for once in your life! I don't need help with this, I'm not a child. You can leave." Taehyung suddenly said. You blinked in surprise and slowly got up, leaving the room with a heavy feeling of guilt and tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung was left blinking in shock at what he had said, he didn't meant to be so harsh. He took a deep breath and ruffled his own hair as he calmed down. You laid down on the couch with regret, watching television and trying to forget about what had happened. Hours later, Taehyung was entering the room. You didn't look at him as he walked over to your side and took a seat besides you. You could feel his eyes on you, and eventually you couldn't resist as you turned to look at him.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" He asked.

".. Really? I'm the wrong one?" You questioned with a hint of anger. Taehyung shook his head.

"No. It was my fault.. Im sorry Y/N."

Jungkook

The reasons for Jungkook's anger, was actually the fact that he had seen you hanging out with Jimin a lot lately. You didn't mean anything by it, but Jungkook had been spending a lot of time in the studio and you were with Jimin while you waited for him. You noticed Junkook's silent anger the moment he got home and ignored you, going from room to room silently. Eventually you found him looking for a snack in the kitchen and confronted him.

"Whats wrong?" You asked.

"Oh, I didnt realize I'm Jimin now." He said sarcastically as you looked at him in confusion. "Because thats the only person you ever talk to." He muttered.

"Jungkook, I just talk to him because you're so busy-"

"Oh well, I'm fucking sorry you decided to date an idol!" He suddenly yelled out while slamming the fridge closed and rattling jars inside. You jumped, too stunned to do anything as he walked out of the room. You felt tears began to fill your eyes and quickly wiped them away, deciding to stay on the couch to avoid running into him. You were still laying there watching television when Jungkook finally came down into the room, it was obvious he'd been in some emotional pain too.

"I didn't mean that. I didnt mean to be harsh."

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erosjeon · 7 years

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Kalopsia

Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is. You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.

Fuck.

You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.

What?

“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”

What?

“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.

A/N: Part 2 is out now

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youseethingsandyouknow · 7 years

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Dream AU Where Percy is Never a Demigod

-It happens after a horrible day at school where Percy is completely overwhelmed trying to catch up with what he missed when he was gone and his stress and anger are through the roof.

-He tries to call Annabeth but remembers that she is still up in Boston dealing with everything and doesn’t want to bug her. His mom and Paul are at a baby doctor appointment and so Percy is all by himself trying to deal with everything coming at him at once.

-Between the homework and flashbacks and exhaustion, in a fit of rage, Percy slaps his textbooks off his desk and they slam on the ground as he groans in anger and looks up at his apartment ceiling, looking to pick a fight with the gods.

-”You know if I wasn’t constantly cleaning up your shit I might actually be doing something with my life instead of trying not to fail out of school and continually falling behind. I mean wasn’t it enough that you took eight months away from me and threw Annabeth and I into Tarturus! Gods!” He shouts angrily and goes to retrieve his books from the ground.

-Once he is done cleaning up and sits back down at his desk, he is still frustrated and distracted and glances out his window where he can see people walking on the sidewalk, completely unaware that there are such things as gods and monsters among them.

-Percy shakes his head and mutters, “Sometimes I wish I was never a demigod. I mean they have it so easy.”

-Later that night after finally finishing his reading and past-due assignments, Percy flops on his bed and immediately, his eyes get heavy and he drifts off to sleep.

-And he dreams like most demigods too but tonight it’s not flashbacks or what Grover is doing with his satyr friends. It’s something completely new and very realisitic.

-The sunlight peaks through his windows and forces him awake and he is met with the NYC traffic and noise. He groans and rolls over not wanting to start his day.

- “Percy! Come on, time to get up you don’t want to be late for school.” His mom calls to him. Defeated, Percy gets out of bed and walks out of his bedroom and sees his mom running around in the kitchen with her old bakery outfit on.

-”Mom, what are you doing with your old uniform on?” Percy asks. She hasn’t worked at the bakery for years so it was weird to see her wearing it again.

-”Percy, I don’t have time for your jokes this morning I’m already late as it is. Breakfast is on the counter and your lunch is in the fridge. And please remember I have to close up tonight so you and your father are on your own for dinner.”

-Confused Percy asks, “My father?”

-Sally rolls her eyes and wipes her hands on a dish towel before grabbing her purse and kissing Percy’s cheek. “Someone must be very tired this morning. I’ll see you after work honey.”

-Still confused, Percy nods and goes to get ready for school. He goes and throws on the rest of his clothes and goes to brush his teeth when he sees a new prescription bottle and his mother’s handwriting. Remember to take your pills today :).

-Percy picks up the bottle and looks at the description. The name sounds familiar and he remembers It’s the same ADHD pills his mom refused to give him when he was younger because his teachers thought they would help with his energy and lack of attention. His mom refused because she knew if something were to happen and she wasn’t there those hyperactive impulses could save his life.

-He puts it back down on the table and rubs his eyes, rationalizing that maybe he is just seeing things or something. After getting everything and grabbing his breakfast and lunch, Percy heads out to school.

-Everything seems about right until kids who he has never talked to before come up to him and slap him on his back. He furrows his brows and ask, “Um do I know you?”

-”Ah Perce! Always joking around man. We’ll see you at the swim meet tonight right?”

-Fear grips his chest and Percy combs through his memory trying to remember if he has a meet tonight. His schedule and workload has been so hectic that it’s perfectly possible that he could have forgotten he had a meet.

-”Uh yah. Of course.” He answers and the group of guys smile and walk away. Percy shakes his head still really confused at what is happening and goes to his classes. Everything seems about right, his dyslexia and attention issues are perfectly intune. Between periods, he sneeks to his usual hideout to Iris message Annabeth like they usually do.

-When he goes for his drachma though, he can’t find any and he could have sworn he had some in his backpack. Without any luck finding it, he sighs and hopes Annabeth isn’t too pissed at him for not calling her.

-Percy goes about the rest of his day normally, school and his school work are still as boring as ever. But, it seems his workload has eased up a lot which makes him happy and that stress seems to be relieved.

-Finally, the day is over and Percy goes to his swim locker to get ready for his meet. On the pool deck for warmups, his coach approaches him and says, “Ok Jackson, I put you in the 50 free tonight so hopefully between that and the 100 free they will be easy points to beat these guys. Even if you come dead last in these we will get something out of it.”

-Percy is shocked and a little peeved because he usually does all the relays, the 200 IM and the 500m, all events that he is able to show off but not completely with his powers. He is the best on the team and he doesn’t understand why he is being treated like a liability.

-”Um Coach, I usually do the relays and the 500m at least.” Percy contests.

-”What world are you living in Jackson? Get your ass in the pool.” His coach yells and rattled, Percy listens and dives into the water.

-Usually, the temperature of the water doesn’t affect him because he can choose to feel or or not but as soon as he hits the water, the cold shocks his body and its something he hasn’t really felt before. Once again, Percy is puzzled but takes his first stroke anyway, just expecting that shock as just Percy being tired and forgetting to use his powers when he jumped in.

-But instead of gliding through the water easily and with minimum effort, he feels like he is stuck in syrup and can’t move. The tension in the water is horrible and if that wasn’t the worse part, Percy’s lungs are on fire from not being able to breathe underwater.

-As he comes up and gasps for air, Percy comes to the startlingly discovery that his powers aren’t working and he doesn’t understand what is happening to him. Once he gets to the other side of the pool, he immediately jumps out and races to the locker room.

-”Jackson get back in the water!” His coach screams and Percy ignores him, sprinting to the lockers to catch his breath.

-What is happening to me? Percy wonders and decides that even though Paul doesn’t know too much about being a demigod and everything, he is the only one closest to Percy to help him out and try to figure out what the hell is happening.

- He spots Paul down the hallway and runs to catch up to him.

-”Paul! Paul!” Percy shouts down the hall as he runs towards him.

-Paul quickly turns and looks shocked to see him, “Percy? Are you alright?”

-Percy shakes his head and says quickly, “Paul, I don’t know what’s going on. My powers aren’t working and I don’t know what to do. I’m freaking out.”

-Paul looks absolutely confused for a second and then finally he gets serious and says, “Mr. Jackson, are you high right now?

-Stunned, Percy stutters and answers, “What! Paul, I’m being dead serious. This isn’t funny.”

-Paul’s expression doesn’t change and he just says simply, “Well first of all, I would like to remind you that my name is Mr. Blofis not Paul. And, if you were on some drug right now Mr. Jackson, it would be against school rules and its illegal.”

-Annoyed now, Percy shouts, “Paul, you know I don’t do drugs. Hell, you live with me! My mom and you can check my room if you want. I just need help right now I don’t know why my powers aren’t working.”

-Paul is still emotionless and just says, “Percy, I’ve only met your mother at student teacher conferences. Alright, I know your a good kid so I’ll let this little drug incident go but if I catch you again there will be consequences.” And with that warning he walks away, leaving Percy alone and completely confused and frightened.

-Angry and puzzled, he walks home to the apartment, hoping to see Paul there so he can give him a piece of his mind for the shit he pulled back there. As he is walking past an alley, he hears some noises. Very familiar ones of shouts and growls and as he comes around the corner, he sees a young demigod and a hell-hound going head to head.

-”Hey!” Percy shouts expecting the kid to be grateful that he has backup and-not to toot his own horn- but some pretty good backup. Even though his powers are gone or whatever, Percy still knows how to use a sword. He goes to his jean pocket for Riptide but feels nothing. Panic seizes Percy and he pats around for his familiar pen but he can’t find it.

-The demigod turns around and says “Great, I got a hellhound and some mortal who can see through the fucking Mist. My lucky night. Just stay out of my way or you’ll get both of us killed.”

-Completely bewildered and stunned Percy stays back as the demigod fights the hellhound, trying to figure out what the hell is happening. Maybe this was the god’s way of getting back at him for his little outburst yesterday? But that would be ridiculous, he barely even said anything.

-Finally, the hellhound is dead and the demigod comes over to Percy and says, “Alright what do you want to know. Are you shocked that there’s monsters and shit out there?”

-Percy shakes his head and says, “No I know all of that I’ve killed those things tons of times. Hey listen, I don’t if you’re new to camp or whatever but I’m Percy Jackson.”

-The demigod isn’t impressed and says, “I’ve never heard of you before. And I don’t know how you know about camp. Are you a demigod?”

-Annoyed, Percy answers, “Like I just said I’m Percy Jackson. You know, son of Poseidon.”

-The demigod is still blank faced and Percy rolls his eyes and continues to see if this kid knows anything about who he is. “You know the Percy Jackson who saved Olympus and defeated Kronos. Stopped Gaea a little bit too. Uh Annabeth Chase is my girlfriend? Aw c’mon man seriously?”

-The demigod just shakes his head and says, “ Look I don’t know how you know all of that but I’ve never heard of Percy Jackson. And for your information, Luke Castellan defeated Kronos and Gaea, and he is Annabeth Chase’s boyfriend.”

- A mixed emotion of anger, confusion, fear overwhelms Percy all at once and it’s almost too much to handle. Annabeth is with Luke? No one has heard of me? Luke is still alive? What is happening! All these emotions and questions float around Percy’s head and finally he just says, “I got to go.”

-Ignoring the demigod, Percy sprints home for answers. Thankfully, his apartment’s location hasn’t changed and is the only constant in this insane day. Is he in some alternate reality? Is this a dream or the god’s way at a good laugh?

-When he bursts through his apartment door, he shouts, “Mom!”

-”She’s at work still. About time you got home.” a familiar voice calls from the kitchen and its a voice Percy thought he would never hear again and it almost makes him stop dead in his tracks. But instead, he timidly goes to the kitchen and is shocked to find who is there waiting for him.

-Gabe is standing over the stove with a cooked cheese pizza ready to eat. But he isn’t anything like the Gabe Percy grew up with. Instead of the disgusting smell, strong cologne surrounds Gabe along with a nice suit. He still is pretty big and has a receding hairline but he seems like he actually has a job at a decent business unlike the other Gabe.

-”What are you doing here?” Percy mutters through a clenched jaw and Gabe looks at him like Percy is an idiot, an expression that hasn’t changed.

-”Uh, I live here.” Gabe answers and starts to cut the pizza.

-”Uh no you don’t, where’s Paul?”

-”Who the fuck is Paul?” Gabe questions and Percy responds, “My mom’s husband?”

-”Alright kid, I don’t know what high you’re on today but I’ve been married to your mom since you were one so I’d think I know if she was married to someone else.”

-“What?” Percy’s head spins and he looks for something to explain what is happening right now. His eye catches a picture of him when he was younger and he is in his mom’s arms. Around him are his mom and Gabe in a white dress and suit, looking somewhat happy on their wedding day. This must have been the “father” his mom was telling him his morning.

-”Please don’t tell me your my dad.” Percy pleads while he massages the brim of his nose, trying to relieve this massive headache he has. Everything is completely turned upside down and Gabe is the last person he wants to see. If anything all he wants to do is be tucked up into Annabeth’s warm embrace but apparently in this universe or whatever, she is with Luke, which makes Percy want to gag or punch a wall. He hasn’t decided which one first.

-“Biological no but I have raised you the best I could. Even though you are a selfish brat but your mom makes it better. Her cooking and body are too good to leave.”

-And there’s the Gabe that Percy grew up with and hates.

-Percy glares at Gabe and mutters, “Get the fuck out of my house.”

-Gabe shoots back an intimidating look and if Percy was younger, he might have ran away. But Percy has seen far worse than Gabe, which is something to say considering for years Gabe was the worst monster Percy could thing of.

-”Didn’t I already beat you enough last week to teach you a lesson? Or are you too stoned right now to remember punk?” Gabe threatens as he slowly walks over to Percy.

-Percy also wants to know why everyone thinks he is on something but that’s not really important.

-”Well you obviously are losing your hearing then old man because you didn’t hear me the first time. Get the fuck out.”

-Gabe smiles and throws a punch, a punch Percy was anticipating but he is surprised to see that his demigod reflexes are much slower. As he ducks and misses another punch, Percy swings his arm and lands a punch, hitting Gabe square in the jaw.

-Gabe stutters back and holds his face and mutters, “You��re going to get it now punk.”

-But just as Percy dodges another punch from Gabe, his slow reflexes get the best out of him and Gabe punches his nose, hard. He feels his bones break and blood sprays out of his newly broken nose. He also his nose as blood soaks his hand and Gabe punches him again in his side, causing Percy to collapse on the ground.

-Just like he did in his childhood, Gabe kicks Percy hard in his ribs as Percy curls up into a ball, trying to defend himself. He is disappointed in his lack of skills and when the blows stop, he slowly lifts his head to see Gabe standing over him.

-”I’m going to make sure you’re going to remember this.” Gabe hammers down another blow and suddenly, Percy is startled awake.

-Panting heavily, he looks around his room and tries to get his bearings. It’s his room that’s for sure but what world he is in, he is less sure of.

-He looks to his nightstand and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the picture of him, his mom and Paul at the beach last summer before he went missing. Next to it, Riptide is capped and in pen form just like it always is when he goes to bed.

-After realizing it was just a very realistic dream, he lays his head back down on the pillow and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

-”I know you hate this life sometimes, but it could be worse Percy.” a voice speaks from the shadows and Percy jumps and goes for Riptide on his nightstand. He presses the pen and the sword bursts to life.

-When the figure emerges from the shadows, Percy realizes it’s his dad and caps Riptide again.

-“Gods you scared the shit out of me, Dad.” Percy calms down and looks at his father who he hasn’t seen since the battle with Gaea and hasn’t really spoken to since he went missing.

-”I apologize for the startle. I felt like it was time we talked since I know we haven’t in a while with everything going on.” Poseidon says and walks over to Percy’s dresser and leans against it.

-“Well I’ve been busy trying to catch up around here. Haven’t really had time for a chat.” Percy answers and sighs.

-”I know you’re mad at the gods, Percy. You have been through more than any demigod has been through and I am sorry for that, son. And I know readjusting here hasn’t been the easiest either.”

-Percy nods and stays silent, unsure about what to say to his father. Sure, he is mad at the gods but he is still confused and a little unsettled about the dream he had. He also isn’t sure if he is mad at his father for just being a god or mad because he is Percy’s father and Percy hasn’t been feeling like his father appreciates his son’s sacrifices.

-”I know you are hurting and angry. Your outburst was just a fraction of the pain you must be going through and although I obviously can understand and am empathetic to your grievances, the other gods want to make sure you understand that although being a demigod, especially a demigod like yourself, is hard, it could be worse. You could have never met the love of your life, make your life-long friends, been able to get rid of Gabe or even have met Paul for your mother if you were never a demigod. Everything that has happened to you Percy has happened for a reason that only the Fates know.”

-Poseidon continues, “I also just want you to know Percy that I am proud of you. Truly, I am. I could've asked for a more heroic and strong son. And I am sorry if you feel like I wasn’t worried or upset. The pain of not knowing where you were those eight months was something that I can’t even describe to you. But I want you to know that through all of these trials, you have made me very proud.”

-Percy smiles a little and says, “Thanks Dad.”

#au #percy jackson #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #percabeth #percy jackson fanfiction #my blog #My writing #I wasn't really sure where i was going with this #word and feeling vomit all over

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astropissbaby · 7 years

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Troll fic

So back in 2013 my friend and I decided we wanted to make a TERRIBLE FANFIC and we did here it is lmao Forbidden Love: Chapter One. I really haven't meant to make everyone so mad at me, I've just been far to stressed out at work, constant missions, everyone flipping shit on everything. Keyholes, hearts, completing kingdom hearts. Nag nag nag, never enough time to sit and play my sitar, so again I was sent off to do bitch work in the store rooms. Storing shit, taking inventory on their supplies. At lest I mused with a wary grin, I had time to myself to fuck off, Why doesn't anyone like me? Why does everyone think I'm stupid, I just just try so hard to please their majesties. I sat down on a box of organization 13 matching coffee mugs, for the employees to boost moral! I didn't even want the stupid fucken coffee mug, they made me pay 6 whole dollars for a cheap piece of breakable china shit that probably wouldn't even last a week. Well, i'm tired of their ching-chong China Shit. I'm gonna..... I'm gonna DO something about it! I edged store room, sneaking past the office thingy, going all double 007 on those hallways looking over my shoulder I felt SOOO bad ass had it in my sights the break room! Doing a cool ninja somersault behind some unsuspecting GIRLS!!!!11111 I quickly opened the door and snuck in shutting the door behind me uiet as a mouse. I opened the fridge door an looked through my eyes lazily jumping shelf to shelf until I saw the powered doughnuts. I LOVE DOUGHNUTS!!!! A satisfied sigh flowing past my lips at finding the thing I so wanted. Delicious powered doughnuts. grinning I lifted the bag out of fridge and opened it i ripped off the stupid tag that read "Axel" These straight to my ass, reclining back on a box of stupid employee plates, and dug into my stolen snack reveling in how naughty it was and how someone would have my balls in his mouth if he found out I was eating his doughnuts. As I was deep within the bag I could hear someone walking towards the break room, I looked up with an air of panic and quickly stuffed the bag of doughnuts down my cloak, wiping my white powdered hands off on the bottom of my cloak, Uh-oh. A quilty look fills my face as none other than Axel walks in, Him the owner of the doughnuts I had just devoured, Quickly I tried to hide only ending up tripping over myself breaking the special employee mugs in my haste. Oh shit. Axel walked into the room looking angry as ever. "You fucken little bastard, you better not be eatting MY powdered-" His green eyes widen as he takes in the white powder all over my face and hands. I stood up quickly my hands rising palm side out in a warding gesture . "DON'T SHOOT!" The words came flowing out of my mouth, before I could even think about something clever to say. The bag of doughnuts fell out of my cloak and fell upon the ground in a burst of white powder. He grinned slowly and walked towards me menacingly. "Well I'd hate to kill the suspense." he whispered in a low scary voice. I picked up the bag and started doing a SUPER OMEGA NINJA STAR ATTACK with the doughnuts, each one that hit him leaving a white mark in in its place. He stiffened for a bit taking the onslaught before a smile quirked up his lips as he picked them back and started flinging them back, before i got in a lucky hit and got him right where it counts throwing with enough force to double him over right in the vital regions. Axel doubled over "Oooh my mommy and daddy buttons." he groaned I started to laugh and he grabbed some doughnuts in his hand and pounces upon me driving me to the powder covered ground rubbing doughnuts into my face. The floor was covered in scuffed up footprint marred white, our wrestling covered our cloaks and hair in white powder I got up to my feet and shoved him away giggling. Axle shoved me up against the fridge pinning my hands above my head getting all up in my face grinning and panting slightly covered head to toe in white. " Hey, I just kicked your ass. Got it memorized?" He leaned in a little closer pushing against me harder, I tried to lean back, and BANG! CRASH! POW! BOOM! We knocked the fridge over, Axel landing on top of me briefly before someones voice yelled out "WHAT THE FUCK!?" and the sound of many feet. Running into see the shit going down in break room. Axel scrambled off me and yanked me to my feet. Xiomes WALKED IN seeing the destruction and mess. his eyes widening before he yelled "YOU TWO! MY OFFICE! NOW!!!!!!!!!!" CHAPTER 2: As we followed Xemnest down the ugly ass hallway Axel and I tried to figure out how we were going to get out of this fucking mess. "You fucking idoit!! If you didnt have to go do something stupid we wouldn't be in this predicament!" Axel whispered. As we walked, I could hear people whispering and laughing at us because we were covered in powder. We went from black to white like ying and yang or something else thats totally stupid and DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! "Oh yeah? Well if you didnt have such a wierd ass cold doughnut fetish this wouldnt have happened you moron!" I said in response to his stupid stupidity!! "WHAT?!?!! That was my lunch and nothing more!" Axel looked at my with angry green orbs. "Yeah! Ive seen you after work with your 'lunch' before, Axel! Ive seen what you have done to those poor doughnut souls!" "Oh my god... If you say anything to ANYONE im gonna--" Axel grabbed my cloak forcefully but was interrupted my Xemnas. "Shut the hell up back there!" We arrived at his office and walked with our heads hanging low like an old man's balls. We sat in the two chairs in front of his desk and mine made a gross farting sound when i sat. Xemnas glared at me while I looked as sorry as I could, even though it wasn't me. He sat there in front of us nonspeaking, his eyes narrowed and stormy, the silence that stretched over us deafening, I could see Axel uncomfortably shift in his seat sinking a little bit, his shoulders slumped and his eyes slowly narrowing trying to escape to whatever dumb place inside him that made the since not seem as terrifying. I looked back up at Xemnas his eyes still narrowed, his lips a tight hard line, god couldn't this prick ever fucken smile? I shifted and looked away from him, it was quiet enough I could hear the blood pounding in my ears and the sound of mutted combat out in the training grounds. Finaly Xemnas shifted straighten up and opening his lips to speak. "Do you two have anyting to say for yourselves?" He said quietly Axel opened his eyes and glared at me before turning his head back to Xemnas his fiery hair shifiting a bit "Well, this fuck ass decided to go out and eat my lunch then proceaed to attack me with the doughnuts." Axel's voice was rough with anger. Xemnas turned back to me raiseing his eyebrows in disbelif. I looked down at my feet. God, am I stupid, no wonder no one likes me I just fuck everything up. "Well, Demryx is this true?" I simply nodded unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Xemnas nodded at me "I see" he turned back to Axel. "And you decided to attack back? You couldn't just walk away and come to me? You are just as much at fault, now don't you think?" Axel stiffened and opened his mouth but, thought about it and closed his mouth with a click and glared at me out of the corner of his eyes and mouthed "You are so dead" Xenmas got up and paced around behind us. "So, now. I think it is only fair that the two of you clean up the break room Yes? Yes. And since you two can't seem to be getting along. You are now shareing a room, doing missions together, everything. Until further notice. Now get out of my sight." He turned his back to us and walked back to his window and stared out of it silently bidding us goodbye. Axel turned on me his eyes flameing, he got up and stalked out his fists clenched tight. I got up to my feet and quickly walked out fearfully. I started to walk past him and he grabbed my cloak and yanked me back clenching his fists in the front of my cloak his face inches from mine. he hissed out quietly and quickly so no one would over hear his threats "You stupid fucken little prick. I will make your life hell, do you understand? Every wakeing moment of your life will be hell. Got it memorized?" I mewed softly and nodded quickly grinning up at him "Y-yes sir." He grinned wickedly at me and shoved me a bit "Get walking" I nodded and started quickly walking to the break room the white powder still on my cloak and a new fear greater than the one of Xenmas filled me with a bitter taste. Axel was far more terrorfying than Xenmas by far. I hurried along to the breakroom every now and then looking over my shoulder to see if Axel as still following me, he was. Little whispers and snickers could be heard comeing from the other people as we were still white as freshly driven snow, or as a fucken virgins pure untouched body, I walked into the breakroom nearly tripping over osme stupid thing, I turned around and watched Axel walk in and watched him shut the door. I grabbed a mop and broom and started to clean I knew he was watching me, so I turned around and threw the broom at him " Why aren't you fucken helping?" I all but yelled at him The broom lands at his feet and he picks it up and starts to sweep glaring at me from under his stupid bangs. We swept for a little bit in silence until I accidental hit his thigh his with my broom. "you stupid shit!" He turned around and glared at me "We wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't like have some fucked up romantic love for doughnuts" I yelled at him throwing down the broom and balling my fists. He fucken punched me in the shoulder as he hissed out "And I wouldn't have to deal with you if you didn't FUCKEN EAT MY LUNCH" Where he punched me started to throb. "Ow! What the fuck Axel!?" I Shoved him back a bit and glared up at him putting all of my hate of him into one look " Why do you hate me so much Axel! What did I ever fucken do to you !" I whispered out dragging the back of my hand over my eyes ridding them of tears I didn't even know were there. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall tilting my head back so he could see my face,he leaned in closely and spoke softly " Do you really wanna know why i dislike you Demryx? Do you even know WHAT you do to me?" I stared into his green orbs and shook my head quickly feeling slighty naked under his gaze, like his eyes could stare into my soul and know all of my secrets. He grinned at me and his hands slip down off of my chest to rest on my chest like what the fuck. He glanced down at my chest for a momnet before he looked back up, grinned and spoke. "Because, Dem, you are so oblivious to everything that happens when you are around me. Fucken blind" He grabbed my hair with one hand and FUCKED IT UP!| "WHAT THE FUCK AXEL!??" I glared at him and hit him softly in the chest. he only chuckled at me and swiftly leaned in and kissed me. my jaw dropped as he walked off to finish cleaning chuckling darkly, leaving me in my stunned silence. What the fuck. My mind was reeling . What. The. Fuck. Axel fucken kissed me. OH MY GOD. I started cleaning silently, unable to believe what just happened. What the fuck No homo dude. My god....Axel. FUCKEN. KISSED. ME! I dragged my hand across my lips and glared at his back, what the fuck is his deal? I am SO going to bring this up with his pretty boy ass later. I picked my broom back up and started sweeping up broken glass, my mind still in shambles I knew I was blushing, I just refused to acknowledge that fact. I could hear him humming in his dumb ass voice, god Axel is probably Bi-polar he needs meds or some shit. I could feel his eyes on my back as I swept; but I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me turn around, I just kept cleaning silently for awhile trying to work out what was on my mind. Him. As I finished cleaning I knew he was leaning against the wall like the stupid fuck he is because he already finished, I hope he wasn't fucken getting off on watching me cleaning.

#badfanfic #kingdom hearts #godhasleft

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Chapter Four

Robin

I wake up to my dad shaking my shoulder, although I had not intended to fall asleep. “You hungry?” he asks me.

“Not really. What’s for dinner?” I mumble back at him sleepily, while sitting up.

“I think Janet’s making lasagna,” he informs me.

“Uuuuhhh,” I groan in response.

“Oh come on,” he says with a smile as he cuffs me lightly on the shoulder, “your sister’s cooking isn’t that bad.”

“It’s not that her cooking’s bad. I’m just not a huge of fan lasagna,” I explain to him.

“Okay,” he says, slightly skeptical. “You gonna come down and eat something?”

“In a little while. I want to work on my English paper for a little bit first, and as I said when you woke me up, I’m not terribly hungry.”

“Alright. You have a half an hour, then I want to see your butt downstairs with the rest of the family. You got that, young lady,” he orders me, jokingly.

“Sir, yes sir,” I joke back at him.

“Alright. I love you,” he tells me as he walks out the door.

“I love you too, Daddy,” I call back to him. I get up from my bed, and step over to my desk, where my laptop is. I open my laptop, boot it up, and sit down. Once everything’s loaded, I open my English essay, and attempt to work on it. I don’t get very far though, because my IM pops up with a message from David.

I thought I might find you here, eventually, he writes to me.

Hey, I write back to him.

What u doin’ right now? he asks me.

Tryin’ to work on my English essay, but not having much success, I tell him.

Is it ‘cause of me? he enquires.

No, just can’t concentrate on school right now, too many other things running through my mind right now.

Is that ‘cause of our talk this afternoon?

Partially.

Do you want to talk about it now? he asks me.

Not really, I’m still trying to figure parts of it out myself right now, I tell him, truthfully.

I gotta go, my parents are calling me for dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.

Bye.

It still feels like things are a little distant between me and David, but I think it’ll probably be like that until I can accept what he said, and completely mull over things. I try to work some more on my English essay, but I only get about another paragraph written before my half-hour time limit runs out. I unplug my computer charger from the power strip on my desk, pick up my laptop, and head downstairs.

“Nice of you to join us, Robin,” Eileen, my Step-mom, remarks as I walk into the family room.

“Hey Robin,” Janet, my younger sister of two years, greets me. “There’s some leftover lasagna in the fridge if you want it.”

“Thanks, Janet.” I plug my laptop charger into the wall by the couch, then walk into the kitchen, and, although I’m still not really hungry, I take a small piece of lasagna, and heat it up in the microwave. As the lasagna is heating up, I pour myself a small glass of water. Once the microwave beeps, I take my lasagna and water into the family room, and sit down on the couch, content to watch whatever my parents had going on the TV. I slowly eat my sliver of lasagna, and watch as the game of “Jeopardy” progresses.

When I’m done eating, I take my dishes into the kitchen, rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher. I go back into the family room, and check my e-mails on my laptop. It’s mostly junk e-mails, but there are a few important ones. There’s one from the basketball coach announcing conditioning for all who are interested in trying out, there’s a response from my pen-pal in Louisiana, and a short e-mail from David:

I would say I’m sorry for what I said earlier during out talk, but I’m not. What I said is true, and if you can’t accept that than you haven’t really seen how bad your situation is, and haven’t reached your bottom yet, no matter how much it feels like it. I will continue to be here for you, and give you support, but there’s not much else I can do. There probably will be some point that you will hit, and I will schedule something for you as intervention, but I don’t know what that point is right now. I’m also hopeful that you will realize the reality of you situation before you hit that point. I hope that not too much has changed in our relationship between us, and that we can continue to see each other. I love you, I always have, and I always will, no matter what. David.

By the time I finished reading the e-mail from David, I was trying not to cry. I quickly signed out of my e-mail, closed the internet browser, then shut my laptop. “I’m going to bed,” I announce, as I get up from the couch.

“So early?” my dad asks.

“I’m really tired,” I reply convincingly with a yawn.

“All right, well, pleasant dreams,” my dad says.

“ ’night,” my sister and step-mom say as I pass them.

“ ‘night,” I reply to them both.

Once I’m up in my room, I quickly change from my jeans and sweater into sweatpants and a t-shirt. I roll onto my bed and curl up in a ball, crying. There’s such a conflict of emotions going on, that I’m not entirely sure how to react. There’s so much internal pain, but I’m not sure how to handle it. Part of me wants to go cut, but another part of me doesn’t want to move from the fetal position on my bed. I’m slowly realizing what actually is going on, and not really liking the reality of the situation, making me feel worse. I’m crying the hardest I have in a while, but still somehow managing to stay fairly quiet. I feel somewhat angry, at the crap that has happened in my life that has pushed me to this point, at me for not beginning to realize sooner what was really happening, and also at David, because to me it felt like he was very blunt about the whole thing. I know he’s looking out for the best for me, but sometimes I don’t like what that is. Amidst the pain and anger, there’s also confusion. How did I get myself so deep into this crap, without realizing it? Why, now that I realize what’s going on, do I still not feel much of a need for change? Why do I feel a need to continue doing what I’ve been doing to survive? It’s like my “survival” instinct is kicking in over my rationality.

David

When I get back to my computer after dinner, Robin’s no longer signed in to her chat, so I’m hopefully guessing that she went to bed early, and that she’s not doing something else, such as cutting. I send her a text in hopes that maybe she’s still up, just not on her computer, but I get no response. After about a half an hour of just fooling around on the internet, I decide to take another quick study session for my test tomorrow, before just retiring for the night. I grab a quick shower before I go to bed, so I’m not as rushed in the morning.

I wake with a start at the sound of my alarm, jolting out of a terrible dream. I dreamt that I was headed to Robin’s house after school, I had had to run back to my house to grab something, and when I came back, she was lying on the kitchen floor, unconscious, and barely breathing. There was an unmarked bottle of some sort of pills on the counter, with a cup of something that I couldn’t discern. I had pulled out my cell phone to call 911, and then that’s when my alarm went off and woke me up, bringing me back to a hopefully more blissful than the dream reality.

I throw on a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt, and decide to just wear my flip-flops today, because I don’t feel like digging through my drawer for a clean pair of socks at the moment. I make a mental note to myself to do laundry tonight as I decide this. I take my backpack downstairs with me, and leave it by the door, seeing as it’s already packed up for the day. I walk into the kitchen and dig out something that I can quickly eat for breakfast. When I’m done with my breakfast, I run back upstairs and brush my teeth quickly. Then I go back downstairs, and head out to my car to pick up Robin.

Robin

I guess I eventually cried myself to sleep, because I woke up the next morning to my alarm clock going off. I don’t really remember dreaming anything, but when I look down at my arms, it looks like I have claw marks up and down them, like I had tried scratching them last night in my sleep, leaving me very confused. I guess I was in so much emotional pain and turmoil that in my unconscious state of sleep, I was still trying to hurt myself for a feeling of relief.

I go through my morning ritual a little faster than usual today. I don’t put on any makeup, and I leave my sweatpants on. I exchange my t-shirt for a long-sleeved one, and head downstairs. I’m not hungry right now, but I make a PB&J for lunch. I’m sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for David, listening to my iPod when I see the headlights of his car. I grab my backpack, open the front door, and step out onto the porch as he starts up the walkway.

I meet him at the bottom of the walkway, and he greets me with a fairly cheery sounding, “good morning.”

“Hey,” I mumble back at him sleepily.

“How was the rest of your night?” he asks as he helps me into his car.

“It was okay,” I reply to him quietly. Once he’s gotten into the car, I continue, “I got your e-mail last night.”

“You did?” he asks me, sounding relieved.

“Yeah, I did,” I confirm with him. “It made me think about things, a lot.”

“Like what kind of things?” he asks, prodding further.

“You should know the answer to that,” I tell him blandly.

“Has it made you change your mind on anything?”

“No,” I say forcefully, with a glare, knowing the true intention of the question. “I’m still not going to talk to anyone.” David remains silent, and starts the car. The air is tense between us as he drives to school, and remains so until we part ways.

#AnEdgeofHope

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