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sunoksunny · 2 years

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enhypen as songs in my playlist

tw: angst, insecurites, 1 (one) mention of dying, being left out, comparing themselves to others, needing to be perfect, and being forced to grow up (idk if these really count as tw but whatever)

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a/n: okay i didn’t mean for it to be sad but it gets kinda sad because most of the songs in the specific playlist I used have sad lyrics soooooo yea...

speaking of my playlist!! you can listen to it here!

Heeseung

I scared all my friends away - beard

“I’ll try my best

To be who you think I should be”

Heeseung definitely feels a lot of pressure as the oldest

He knows the other members look up to him

So I think he tries to portray himself as always being strong and capable

When in reality he might be barely holding it together

I don't think he ever opens up about his own emotions to the others

And I think this might lead them to believe heeseung doesn’t trust them

But in reality heeseung just doesn’t want them to worry:(

“I tried my best to explain but it was too late

They’d already moved on”

Jay

I don't wanna be funny anymore - lucy dacus

“I don't want the joke to be on me

Yeah, I’ll buy the clothes and I’ll be the best dressed”

THIS SONG IS LITERALLY JAY

He is the mood maker of the group, and I think he is happy making the others laugh and giving them relief through having fun

But I think he wants to be seen as more than just that

He feels like people only see him as the “funny one”

He wants people to recognize him for his talents and skills too

So I think he tries many other things to find something he really enjoys

To make that his main thing instead of the mood maker

I think sometimes jay just wishes he could play a different role in the group

“Yeah, I’ll read the books and I’ll be the smartest

I’ll play guitar and I’ll be the artist”

Jake

It's ok I wouldn’t remember me either - crywank

“Let you forget that you were once my friend

Then watch another, go on and do better without me”

I think jake likes being needed

This might be why he is so happy to entertain niki

Because he wants to feel like his time and energy are welcome and necessary

I feel like he still has some insecurities from i-land

I think he felt separated from the rest in the sense that he hadn’t trained for as long as some of the others

He tries to make up for it by being a person the others can rely on to keep them stable and comforted

But I feel like he still feels a bit unworthy, or that someone who trained longer or had more experience should have debuted instead of him

“I want to end reality but I feel hesitant

Optimistic that the future will be more concerned than the present”

Sunghoon

Tummy in the blood - the yellow dress

“There is one perfect way of being

And I know that I will find it out someday”

Sunghoon definitely feels the need to be perfect

He wants to prove to others that being an idol was the right choice

But mainly he wants to prove that to himself

And sunghoon sees anything less than perfect as failing

I think he probably pushes himself too hard trying to be perfect

And I bet he compares himself to others a lot

Things like “why can’t I sing like heeseung?” “why can’t I dance like niki?”

The pressure that he felt from being a figure skater didn’t leave when he became an idol

Since some people attributed his success as a figure skater to his looks

He is worried that people will do the same now

So he constantly tries to be perfect at everything else so people can't say that

I hope he knows he’s doing great just how he is </3

“The chances of finding ourselves home again

Of finding ourselves in the same way”

Sunoo

Where’d all the time go? - dr. dog

“There’s nothing to keep you

From falling in love”

Sunoo is a very loving person by nature

He probably trusts too quickly

But he somehow always ends up trusting the right people

Sunoo is able to make people feel comfortable

Without even trying

Like you can see how the other members are so whipped for him

He will breathe and they all go

“Omg sunoo you are so cute”

Sunoo makes deep connections with the people he is around

While I think he enjoys the positive attention he gets from being cute

He probably doesn’t really like getting babied….

Like to an extent it’s fine

But when he sees people being like “oh he's just a baby he won't understand”

He probably gets annoyed lolol cuz he wants to be seen as more than just cute

“You know I get so forgetful

When I look in your eyes”

Jungwon

Johnny boy - twenty one pilots

“Get up ‘cause the world

Has left you lying on the ground”

You get it? Cuz his english name is johnny?

Anyways

Jungwon has been underestimated as a leader just because he is young

This is probably veryyyyy annoying for him

He definitely gives someone a side eye if they mention his age when talking about how he is the leader

He is also overlooked in general because he is younger

When jungwon was in i-land, everyone kinda just….

Ignored his talents? Almost?

Like in the bts test he wasn’t seen as a rival

He sometimes feels like the world just disregards him

Jungwon probably acts more mature so people don’t comment on his age or ability to lead as much

But he forgets that sometimes he just needs to be a kid

Out of all the enhypen members, I think he is the most secretive

In the sense that you can’t read him as easily as the others

He is very good at hiding what he thinks and feels

“No one really knows his mind

And no one knows behind his eyes”

Niki

Last words of a shooting star - mitski

“I always wanted to die clean and pretty

But I'd be too busy on working days”

Niki works himself to death

He strives for nothing less than perfection and is extremely hard on himself

He scolds himself for making a mistake as if he just committed a war crime

Niki often tells himself harsh things, claiming they are “truths” or “realities”

But they are actually just him being way too hard on himself

He can never be good enough by his own standards

And it is eating him alive

You guys saw that recent -note right? He doesn’t see his own progress

Niki can’t recognize his growth and development because he only focuses on what he can improve on

And while wanting to improve is a good thing, I think niki takes it too far to where it is going to harm him if it hasn’t already

Niki is another member who was forced to mature wayyy too quickly

People tend to forget that he is just a kid, and even in i-land they didn’t treat him like one

Others in i-land saw his talent in dancing and viewed him as a rival instead of a child, who was still growing and easily affected by his surroundings

Niki needs to be able to act like a kid and laugh and do childish things while he still can

I think heeseung and jake help him remember that and I’m glad they remind him that it’s okay to mess around and have fun

“Til you cry all night you’ll never understand

Til you learn to love you’ll never learn to dance

Til you think too much you’ll never grow up

Til you learn to talk and you never shut up”

^ Ramblings of a dying adolescent - current joys (bonus lyrics for niki)

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sleepy-ogre · 4 months

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Thots On Bad Thinking Diary

⚠️Mild Spoilers⚠️

Just finished reading the entire series and damn it was so disappointing. OK, I knew the story was overall jackshit from before but I just wanted to know how badly a storyline can progress and although it was an agonising read in so many aspects, atleast I now know what a webcomic with no substance and only style looks like.

Like everyone else who despise this, I will also say that the plotline of this webcomic has to be it's biggest weakness. It doesn't even feel like they tried, it was so nonsensical and cliché. I did notice some comments saying how its all so highschool and while I do agree, it's not like drama doesn't happen in colleges/universities either lmfao trust and believe. However, it surely doesn't occur like the way it did in this comic which was VERY plot convenient. Plus the angst between the two protagonists isn't even that interesting. Rather it's the kind to literally make one pull one's hair coz ITS.SO.GODDAM.FRUSTRATING.💀 Like imagine a character being as frustratingly knuckleheaded as Yuna. I understand wanting to portray someone who has a hard time expressing their feelings but istg the way Yuna does it makes no sense at all at times, like you might as well loose braincells trying to figure it all out. On top of that, you have the romantic interest Minji who's the typical happy-go-lucky, head in the clouds protagonist who while atleast communicates better than her soon-to-be amour, still has her extremely childish moments. It might have been cute in some instances, but there were some moments where it wasn't even necessary. Atleast the antagonists in the webcomic are somewhat interesting, although they still feel too blasé. I think more time should've been given exploring their backstories as well. Would've been a 1000 time better than to waste entire chapters depicting SA between the protagonists of course. Like how does the author expect the audience to like Minji's supposed love interest when she can't even communicate and also has no regards for personal boundaries during intimacy lol.

And now onto the seggs scenes. I suppose this is more on the subjective side but again, very blasé. And sure, some people just prefer things the way it has been showcased in the webcomic and while I do respect the preferences of others, I will say that for a smutty GL, it's kinda boring. Like it's the same ol' 👆ing, where is the ✂️ing and 69ing😭 I'm assuming sapphic seggs is much more than that lol. A part of me feels maybe its the censorship, that some platforms don't want to showcase certain acts that are too "risky", maybe that's why seggs in GL sometimes feels too one-dimensional. Atleast we had some very copious scenes involving munching the carpet and tiddies. Still I'm not saying the seggs is that bad, atleast the consensual ones. Coz there are a few scenes that are guaranteed to make one feel uncomfortable. Plus there are scenes in which both the central romantic interests want to explore and be adventurous especially with toys however even then it feels like its somewhat performative. One more thing I have an issue is with the same ol top-bottom trope in smut. Like it's always about domination be it het or queer media. Like I really hoped for a switch at the very least but I suppose I was too optimistic lol. Ik this trope is prevalent in queer media and ik how its just the replication of what typically occurs in het interactions but this is a very far-reaching issue in smut and erotica in general and I'm fed up of how everything has to be about who gets to be in control and under control.

Would I go back to reading this manhwa again? Eh, no cause for all the buildup and intrigue it sure does end up being a total bummer. Too bad coz the artwork is very pretty. I hope Lily of The Valley is better. (Update: I'm only up to date with 6 chapters but yea, LOTV is no less different💀💀💀)

Again, no hate to the ppl who still ended up liking the manhwa, I'm just not living for it and hence decided to vent about it here :)

#bad thinking diary #gl #manhwa #sapphic #sapphic media

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sketching-shark · 2 years

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People get mad at me whenever I point out how kinda suckish Wukong is as a person. Saying that I don't understand his trauma or his pain and that he's trying. But like, I understand Wukong might be going through some shit, but his pain doesn't excuse him causing pain to others.

And it's not like those who criticize Wukong are pulling stuff from their ass. It's repeatedly illustrated in the show by the writers that everyone in Wukong's past who is still alive hates him because of the pain he caused them. Because of his mistakes. His decisions. His recklessness. They touch on this A LOT. They have Mei outright say it in S3.

"Don't you realize you're hurting the people who care about you the most?!" Story of Wukong's life, apparently. Macaque, the Brotherhood, MK, Mei. All suffered through extreme trauma because of Wukong. Azure Lion and Macaque get literal PTSD just from seeing MK act/look like Wukong.

Not to say Wukong is a bad person morally, but he's like a ticking time bomb. You can chuck it at the enemy, but it can just as easily blow up in your face as well.

Monkie Kid spoilers + me grumbling and being mean to a monkey on main below

SSSSSSIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHH yea anon you've definitely hit the nail on their being frankly enormous amounts of whiplash in Monkie Kid canon and fanon at this point in terms of the plot going out of its way to repeatedly write Sun Wukong as a reckless idiot who ruins the lives of everyone around him & literally everyone who knew him from his past hates his guts because of dumb destructive stuff he did AND YET the hope is routinely dangled that maybe they'll be some good explanation for why he acts the way he acts and maybe they'll all get to be best friends at some point. But given this unrelenting insistence on more angst & more trauma, which frequently is written as partially or completely the consequence of what Sun Wukong did or what he failed to do, my doubt that they'll be able to write that in a satisfying way given everything that happened beforehand grows stronger. Because if we're being honest at this point the Monkey King has been portrayed as so careless, so destructive, so incapable of making a genuinely good decision that there isn't a single person who's life was made better from their interactions with Sun Wukong, and many whose lives were made much worse. So we're left in this weird state where on one hand lots of people recognize that and thus either hate the Monkey King wholesale and/or frequently depict SWK getting yelled at and rejected by everyone in their fan creations, while simultaneously depicting him in other ways as a beloved member of team good guy & having a strong relationship with Macaque, never mind that the shadow monkey's generally see as the main victim of SWK's badness. In addition, even the audience has barely gotten a glimpse at what the root of SWK's trauma may be, but I worry that at this point any painful past he might be given will be too little and too late to explain his actions. And I HATE that trope of "sad past=automatic redemption" so I really hope that's not what they're aiming for.

Either way & as I've said before, at this point it's kind of baffling why any of the other characters--who it must be remembered have no knowledge about the headband torture times--would even consider legoshow Sun Wukong getting trapped in ink hell world a bad thing. As far as they know he's done nothing but hurt and betray literally everyone for 0 reason except being stupid and selfish. And him getting trapped in the memory scroll means he'll be punished forever for his monkey crimes as he apparently so richly deserves all while the ticking time bomb that is Sun Wukong won't ever get the chance to hurt anyone ever again. So, win-win!

Truly, this was the best way to introduce the Monkey King & Journey to the West to the west & Chinese kids, huh.

#monkie kid spoilers #monkie kid sun wukong #anon answered #yea warning that i'm being a bit of a mean pessimist here haha

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ifsomeoneasksiwasnothere · 5 years

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Do you do yandere stuff? You may have and I just didn't pay attention but if you do could I send in a request?

Sorry! But I don’t really do Yandere kind of stuff, because even though creepypasta characters are mostly killers and some of them have “yandere” tendencies/characteristics, I headcanon that none of them would like yanderes (same goes for the marble hornets’ characters).

Besides, I don’t really feel comfortable writing about Yandere stuff :/

#Ever since I've watched Mirai Nikki I got a grudge against Yanderes #I've never seen a story where the Yandere person was well developed or even developed at all #They're mostly romantized in toxic relationships and I don't really see this as a cool thing #I mean yea I write serial killers being in love and stuff #but I'm very found of their characters and I love to write about them passing through angst moments and therefore learning to be better #especially for their lover #My Jason the toymaker's headcanons with his lover are the best example of this kind of stuff that I do #a genuinelly think that in a well written and portrayed story all of them could develop and change a lot of their behaviours #especially if they have a huge motive to do so

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jjkyaoi · 3 years

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i’m tired and i’m pissy so i’m gonna go on a quirky tumblr rant 😳 /j, before i go to bed.

i think it’s really fucking stupid how the majority of this fandom treats c!tubbo. i don’t speak about him often but i’m just as much of an apologist for him as i am tommy, and i think it’s weird how this fandom has decided to treat him. most of the “hot takes” about his character have either been 1. saying he’s a bad friend to c!tommy, saying that he didn’t care about him since the beginning/he’s replaced him & that he’s done nothing to hurt him. or 2. saying that c!tommy has been a bad friend to him, he deserves to leave tommy behind and/or that he’s been through a lot more than tommy and he deserves better than him, and it’s just ,,, holds head. god i’m sick and fucking tired of it.

i’m just gonna say it here and now; the reason most people don’t like c!tubbo — the reason most c!tommy apologists don’t like tubbo is because he “exiled tommy”, and yea, from an outside view you’d think that that wasn’t fair and you’d hate him for it, but if you were to watch his pov you would see that he was being manipulated by dream into exiling tommy: it isn’t something that he did — it isn’t a conscious decision he made with the intent/purpose to hurt c!tommy because he fucking hates him, because that’s something people like to throw around, because after he’d exiled tommy, he outwardly showed regret and said he’d missed c!tommy multiple times; that doesn’t sound like something somebody would do if they hated somebody. my memory isn’t the best but he had a scene with ghostbur, iirc, where they were speaking about guilt in the nether and c!tubbo spoke about exiling tommy once again, and they were using the blue as a metaphor for guilt and were throwing it into the lava, and tubbo threw,, so much blue into the lava, man, and if that doesn’t tell you how awful he’d probably felt about exiling c!tommy, i don’t know what was. people in this fandom tend to portray c!tubbo a lot worse in the exile arc for tommy angst purposes, but he wasn’t a cruel fucking dictator — he wasn’t “just like schlatt”, he didn’t fucking exile tommy because he hates him, man’s was literally just a child who was shoved under copious amounts of stress and a position of power when he was a fucking minor and was manipulated into exiling his best friend because he was told it was for the best for his country. and, another thing i see people hating on c!tubbo for is for “replacing tommy with ranboo”, and i’m just shevwjwbjwh,,, sigh. he didn’t replace tommy with ranboo in canon, he was grieving his best friend when tommy was canonically fucking dead, and ranboo was one of the only people that was there for him when he basically didn’t have anyone else — when his best friend was gone, you’re gonna look at me and tell me you wouldn’t get close to someone under those circumstances as well? and, even before tommy died in the prison he’d still been stuck in there with dream for awhile — he’d still been away from c!tubbo, so no!! fucking!! shit!! he would get close to someone else when his best friend wasn’t around, ranboo was the only person he’d probably had at that time!! that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about c!tommy anymore, it’s the complete opposite, and god damn it he’s full in his rights to not know how to behave around c!tommy, to be standoffish around him; this is the second fucking time he’s thought his best was dead only for him to pop up like nothing happened, it’d be surprising if he was completely normal with him after that.

how people treat c!tubbo in this fandom is bullshit, because it’s either 1. saying that he’s the awful one in clingy duos friendship, or. 2. saying tommy’s the awful one in their friendship, and it’s like ,,, god damn it guys, can’t we have the fucking middle ground. c!tubbo and tommy aren’t awful to each other. sure, they’re codependent on each other, but it’s natural for them to be regarding everything they’ve been through — everything they’ve been through that’s left each other being the only one the other can rely on, but that doesn’t mean either of them are fucking awful to each other — are cruel to each other. people putting clingy duo against each other was prominent in the exile arc the most and it’s been something that’s continued on ever since and,,, can we just fucking acknowledge that c!clingy duo are traumatized kids, and they’re going to have arguments, they’re going to hurt each other, but that doesn’t mean one is the victim and the other one is the tormentor — that doesn’t mean one of them is awful to each other, it just means they’re kids and they’re going to make mistakes and putting them against each other when, in canon they’d probably punch you for doing shit like that isn’t gonna get you anywhere, man /hj.

this rant was mostly about people painting c!tubbo as the evil one in their relationship because he’s the one i’ve seen people do this shit most frequently, but it’s both of them as well, and it’s just . i just. bonks you all on the head. clingy duo canonically love each other /p, and you’re gonna be an apologist for one of ‘em and not the other? doesn’t add up, chief.

tldr: c!tubbo isn’t the evil one in clingy duos relationship — there isn’t an evil one in their relationship in general, you’re just an asshole /nm

#clingy duo and tubbo apologists come get this meal #i’m tired #and i’m pissy #too tired to check for misspellings you’re gonna have to deal with this shit </3 /lh #mcyt #mcytblr #dream smp #tommyinnit #mcyters #dream smp spoilers #/roleplay #/rp #tubbolive #tubbo #clingy duo #long post

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cryxtal-moon · 3 years

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little cart of wonders | ksj - 01

Summary: Those born with the ability to use magic are rare. They hide in plain sight while helping people with an ordinary career path they have chosen. You’re no different, until you get caught by Seokjin in a desperate attempt to help his friend. Things get more complicated when people you know with magic begin disappearing one by one, and you two take it upon yourselves to find them… even if it means losing your ability forever.

Genre/warnings: investor!Seokjin, cart owner!reader, magic au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, a teensy bit of angst, adventure, reader has magic, Seokjin is a little stern at the start, Seokjin is adorably bad at feelings and flirting but he gets better and that’s what matters hehe, some TXT members show up too yea

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Author's note: Another series by yours truly, uwu >_<. This was inspired by this drawing I saw on Pinterest of a little wooden cart, and also the drama Start Up. Imagine Seokjin having the same position as Han Ji Pyeong, and that he looks like this in the story. Enjoy!

The little cart you owned held trinkets of every kind.

Presumably empty snow globes which triggered and stored memories of the person who bought it. Music boxes that played a person’s favourite song. Film, cameras, art blocks, notebooks and sketch pads that granted inspiration. Scented candles for chasing negative thoughts away, ferris wheels for good luck, key chains for self-confidence or courage, diaries and journals for writing honest thoughts.

Each of them were infused with magic, artfully organised beneath a leaf green awning, awaiting a potential customer who needed your help to come along. With time brought the occasional addition of a new little item since everyone you had met was different.

There were two main rules you had to follow:

Keep magic a secret

Never use it for personal gain or selfish purposes

Contrary to how it was portrayed in fictional story books, there were no wands, spells, or flashy displays of energy beams. It was as simple as waving your hands for a silver sphere to appear before imbuing it into an object. Nothing more, nothing less. That was how you used it, anyway. You couldn’t say the same for the others living around the country.

As long as your intentions were pure, you would be rewarded with monetary compensation every month to pay off daily expenses and rent. The simplest way you could describe it was having a literal magical job. Wherever you chose to set up your cart for the day would draw at least one person towards you by a force they deemed to be coincidence.

It was either that, or magic would compel you to travel somewhere, the feeling you described as something tugging at your heart strings, not leaving you alone till you found that person and proceeded to provide them with whatever they needed.

For the past three nights, it was the latter.

A guy who had been coming back to the place you had set it up, a secluded clearing of a park, had yet to tell you what was bothering him. Quiet types were very common in your line of work, people who required gentle persuasion and a listening ear to open up. However, it didn’t take longer than half an hour, let alone three whole days.

You had tried gentle persuasion, straight-up and indirect asking, casual conversation that allowed you to garner additional information on Jungkook being an art student in college, but it wasn’t the intel that you actually needed to assist him properly. Sadly, nothing worked. Mousey was the word befitting him the most and it didn’t help that you had given him calming tea since it made him relax and probably take a step closer to dreamland.

Ironically, it was the tea he kept coming back for. A lavender flower you used to steep the drink floated to the surface of a cup while you poured some out of a pot for him, its aroma perking the corners of his lips up in a small grin.

“Thank you,” gently clinking of ceramic reached your ears as he used the stirrer. “I wanted to ask you, what kind of tea is this?”

“It’s a homemade recipe,” you went with your usual response, because the truth was that these flowers were grown in your balcony. “You won’t find it anywhere else.”

Maybe next time you should prepare the re-energising tea for him instead – it had, on several occasions, spurred customers to prattle endlessly about the things troubling them. Or you could just pass him an entire box of those purple flowers to bring home so he could steep the tea himself. But none of those would solve your current problem.

The sound of footsteps approaching the clearing soon drew your attention to someone else who entered the clearing, wide eyes in search of the person you were trying to attend to. People could stumble across your cart while you were helping someone. It was a physical object they could see as long as you were around with the exception of not needing your services, but you appeased them with a small snack or a gift. This newcomer was just another one of them, but something about him had you doing a double take where you leaned against the front of the cart.

Golden brown locks were side swept, the ends of his bangs falling against his temples, a blue button down tucked into neat black slacks that emphasised just how tall he was. You offered him a friendly smile when his gaze landed on you, someone he didn’t expect to see. Professionalism was a must while you worked. It was best to keep it that way – he couldn’t know anything other than your willingness to help other people in need.

“Seokjin,” Jungkook waved using his hand that wasn’t holding the cup, “hi.”

“Hey,” slower steps drew his friend to the empty chair across from him, “so this is where you’ve been running off to?”

“Yup. It’s really peaceful out here.”

Partly because of the tea.

“Oh, by the way,” he motioned towards where you stood a small distance away, “this is _____.”

Call it automatic or a knee-jerk reaction, it didn’t matter; you delivered a customary greeting you had come up with years ago.

“Welcome to my little cart of wonders. If it is your wish, I will do my best to help you with any problem you’re facing.” You gestured lightly to the trinkets, adding, “Do you need a little luck? Courage? Or some self-confidence?”

“Not that last one. He has too much of it.”

“Hey!”

A whack he delivered to the back of Jungkook’s round head didn’t stop the bunny boy from laughing at his indignant outburst. “What? It’s true!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes with a huff, “Anyway, I came to check on you. How’s your portfolio coming along?”

You froze en route to the back of the counter. He never mentioned anything about that to you in your best efforts to get him to open up. Perhaps all it took was a close friend?

The sigh that had his shoulders slumping and face turning towards the direction of a river was all-too-familiar to your ears, having heard it countless times from every other person who crossed your path, one that never failed to come before them expressing their worries and leading to you providing a solution.

“Honestly… not great,” sympathy that bloomed in your heart for him calmed its eager drumming, your hands busying themselves in adjusting a few pinwheels so it didn’t look like you were listening, “I still need inspiration. A muse. I don’t know, just something.”

That was it. The magic word that left his mouth had you covering yours, a whispered exclamation of finally! muffling itself into your cupped palm.

“It’s due at the end of the semester, right?” Seokjin seemed just as concerned, though less excited, than you were in offering his help. “That’s four months from now. You still have time.”

His sad sigh went alongside his defeated comment, “Not enough.”

A thought occurring to you stopped your hands from reaching for a sketchpad: art students such as Jungkook would have their own materials stored in studios or dorms. Giving him an entirely new set of equipment would be abrupt and a little strange, even if you insisted that they would help him in a way normal ones couldn’t.

Now you understood why the compulsion to help him was stronger than those you had previously felt – the solution to his problem required a more effective plan than giving him something and sending him on his merry way.

“Well,” another light click of ceramic was heard, followed by the scraping of metal against gravel, informing you that Jungkook was going to leave with an unsolved problem for the third night in a row, “it’s getting late. Thanks again for the tea, _____. See you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you rounded a corner of the cart, careful not to bump into the wheels attached to the side, “see you.”

You hadn’t expected to see Seokjin still lingering in the clearing after you collected the teacup and teapot to clean them. Long fingers delicately brushed the petals of an orchid growing in the center of a small bouquet, then he carefully lifted a white music box sitting among its other multi-coloured companions.

“That plays your favourite song,” you helpfully supplied, missing the furrow of his brows in half confusion and half intrigue at your words in favour of washing the cup with water.

“You know what it is?”

“Nope,” the shake of your head was much too nonchalant for him to question whether you were lying, “it only works after you take it with you.”

“How about–“ he shoved his index towards a monochrome dreamcatcher hanging on a pink heart shaped thumbtack “–this?”

“Grants you sweet dreams, every night.”

He scoffed, crossing both arms over his broad chest. “I find that hard to believe.”

“You don’t have to,” you give him a casual shrug, having dealt with his kind of attitude countless times before, “you’re not a customer.”

“So the rest of them do?”

“Not always. Some need a little more convincing,” setting the tea set away in a drawer, you brace your elbows on the wooden counter’s surface to peer closer at him. Defined jawline and almond-shaped eyes gave him an intimidating handsomeness no one would have the courage to approach. “But the one thing I don’t need to convince them of is how they end up here.”

He tilted his head ever so slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Jungkook didn’t find my cart by accident, you know.”

“Seokjin!” The aforementioned boy drew his attention away for a few seconds, calling over to him a distance away from the clearing. “You coming or what?”

“Yeah, just–“ Seokjin turned back to where you were, or rather had been standing in front of him, a huge empty space of grass and stray fireflies replacing the cart as though he’d imagined the entire exchange.

You were gone.

You only began to feel regretful about leaving Seokjin the way you had the next morning once you had come up with a plan to help Jungkook. He probably thought you were some sort of illusion, or witch, but it was during the train ride to the college Jungkook attended you realised that the likelihood of seeing him again was close to zero. No way was a complete stranger going to wonder about you after how you had pulled a disappearing act like that in front of him – you meant nothing more to him than a fly someone swatted from their faces and didn’t think twice about.

Doubt to carry out the plan, however, began to drizzle over the fire of determination burning in your chest in the form of your brother’s voice through the phone.

“Enchant his art supplies? Are you crazy?” Cheol-su lowered his volume to a whisper for the first sentence to draw no attention to himself where he stood in his office, but increased it again in the next question.

“He needs my help,” you reasoned, frown deepening as you tried to unzip the pouch with your card with one hand. “College grades are important. I thought you knew that.”

“That doesn’t mean you should use your powers in broad daylight.”

Your scoff was thankfully audible over the speaker, though overpowered on your side by the train screeching to a halt, “This coming from the guy who publishes hundreds of books and sells them in stores all over the country.”

Cheol-su’s gift to help people gain knowledge through any topic he wrote about was why he had become an author and a high-powered executive of a publishing company in town, a towering building merely twenty minutes away from your little apartment. Compared to him, your method of using magic was not only less conventional, but put you at higher risk too.

An image of him placing his head into his free hand appeared in your mind upon hearing him sigh. “Just… be careful, _____. The last thing we need is for one of us to appear on breaking news.”

“I will. This isn’t the craziest thing I’ve done, remember?”

The rhetorical question was to assure him once you ended the call, but another rainstorm rolled in, threatening to extinguish the flame to embers the second you stood at the double gates of the gigantic campus swarming with students.

Calling the campus huge was an understatement. The only reference to a layout of this place was a map on your phone from the official college website, indicating you were a ten-minute walk away from the Modern Arts department where you knew art students frequented for classes.

Unfortunately for you, it didn’t look any less confusing or humongous than the map made it out to be, bunches of students walking by who nearly made you dizzy due to their colourful array of clothes. This was what it was like to be in an actual college, you supposed, having started your business straight out of high school.

Your first search area was the large lawn, dotted with the occasional mahogany bench on verdant grass and black street lamps holding gas-lit flames stationed at an equal distance from each other along winding walkways. Perhaps luck truly was on your side; it took you five seconds to spot a familiar round head perched on one of the seats at a secluded corner.

Jungkook was alone, too. A black bag leaned against one of the table legs, maw unzipped where you caught a glimpse of a word Sketch printed in white cursive on a notebook cover. That had to be it, an idea immediately taking shape in your mind while you cut a wide berth around the bench, leaning against a wall of the nearby building like you were spying on him from the shadows.

You ignored the stares cast your way by several students walking past to watch him closely, in wait of the moment he would leave. It was far too risky for you to create a spark and guide it to his bag out in the open like this. Besides, your brother would have your head if you got caught.

Five minutes ticking past on your watch was all it took for him to get up and walk off somewhere among the sea of his schoolmates, giving you the perfect opportunity to sneak over, crouch down, reach into the compartment and pull out the book, all the while ensuring he wasn’t heading back–

“What are you doing?!”

Whirling around whilst shooting to your feet elicited a dizzying blood rush to your head and caused your feet to stumble over each other, yet you were still able to focus on the person who yelled at you, realising it was none other than Seokjin. The same uninvited guest who had wandered into the clearing the night before was now standing a metre away, a frown narrowing his eyes into a glare straight at you.

Because, from an outsider’s perspective, it looked like you were a thief.

“Nothing,” was the only lame lie you could think of, despite the incriminating evidence in your grasp and your eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Nothing? You’re stealing Jungkook’s sketchbook!”

“I’m not!” You hopelessly tried to reason. “I mean, I know it looks that way, but this is really important–“

“Yeah right. Now hand it over or I’ll–“

The second irrational thing you could think of to do the moment he began to stride over and reach his arms out towards you was scram.

Yet Seokjin refused to be outdone.

“Hey!” His voice boomed across the distance you desperately tried to place between you through dashing across the campus. “Get back here!”

Having no knowledge or familiarity of the college layout outweighed the advantage you had in being of smaller size and more agile in whizzing through cliques of students. He was hot on your heels even after you recklessly chose to dash into a random building, one that happened to be the home of music majors judging by a brown, open grand piano in one corner.

Bolting up a spiral staircase to the second floor was another wrong decision – you were pretty liberal in making those today – when you found yourself in a hallway full of classroom doors leading to a dead end. Unless you flung yourself out of the glass panels bolted to the windows on the wall, it was far too late to retract or find another way out as Seokjin had already caught up to you, chest heaving in exertion.

“Okay, listen, cause I’ll only say this once,” his voice resonated off the smooth surface of the walls along with pants of breath, “give me the book, and I won’t turn you in.”

That shocked you enough to spin and face him, indignant. “What? I’m not a thief!”

“Do you honestly think I’ll believe you after I saw you take it? Not to mention how sketchy you were acting last night!”

“I–“ your entire being halted, raising a disbelieving brow as an unwanted chuckle slipped past your lips. “Did you seriously just make a pun?”

Hands mussed his perfectly styled brown locks in exasperation. “That’s not the point! Just give me back the book–“

“I will!” You flinched a wide step back, cradling it to your chest, “But I need to help him first!”

“How is stealing his stuff supposed to help?!”

The flicker of silver light between your hands saved all forms of possible explanations. Energy from the sphere you had used too many times to count radiated off in tangible waves, but you barely gave Seokjin time to register if what he was seeing was an elaborate illusion before you directed it straight into the sketchbook.

Its cover glowed the same shade the same moment you held it out to him, triumphant. “There! Believe me now?”

Doe eyes wide enough to rival the full moon on a clear night were pinned on you, searing into your skin enough to knock some sense back into you like a metal bat to your head.

You had just used your magic.

In front of someone.

The sketchbook clattered deafeningly to the floor.

“Wha… how did you do that?”

Silence overtook the strangely empty hall as your brain short-circuited, the person in charge of its controls caught on fire, running around and screaming its head off. Red alarms blared thunderously, a single command registering itself into the parts of your consciousness still active: run.

Just like the night you met, you vanished without a trace… only, it was on foot this time.

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Momento: Chapter 26 - A Trip Down Memory Lane

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THIS IS A FLASHBACK CHAPTER THAT TAKES PLACE BETWEEN CHAPTERS 1 & 2!!

Summary: So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I’m finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am being detained for questioning.

Length: 4.9k

Warnings: Oral Sex, Food Kink, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mirror Sex, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Emotional Constipation, Chocolate Syrup, Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Temperature Play, Hate Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Bondage, Body Worship, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Pegging, Public Masturbation, Office Sex, Wank and Tell, Polyamory, So like at the very very end there’s KatsukixReaderxKirishima, But it happens so last minute I don’t feel justified tagging it as one of the main relationships, Constructive Criticism Welcome

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A/N: I know this is abrupt but now is a good time as any to take a little flashback. I might rearrange this later. Here is a little bonus chapter since I am a little more confident in my writing to portray this. I hope you enjoy these cute little interactions!

It's been a few days and not to say that I'm starting to view Dynamight as a regular but I have his order memorized against my will. He always gets at least two coffees with very minimal sugar (1.3 teaspoons seems to be his sweet spot) and a donut that he only ever eats one bite of. He doesn't say much. Just gruffly says his order, no greeting or hello and then leaves. He's never quite mean about it though so I can't really label him rude, even though I want to. I glanced at the clock seeing 10:34 roll around and right on time Dynamight walked in, with Red Riot waiting outside the door.

"Three black coffees." He said, his face, as always, slightly irate.

I already had his order punched in and the coffee machine was pouring the dark liquid into the third cup as we spoke.

"No false arrests today?" I asked with a smirk.

"None ever, thief." He quipped back, not even getting irritated anymore.

I smiled, hearing the machine stop behind me as the third cup of coffee was finally filled. I paused in the middle of putting the second cup in the cupholder.

"Are all these coffees for you?" I asked.

"Yea, what of it?" He said, his eyes narrowed.

I figured...Red Riot doesn't look like he'd enjoy black coffee much.

I crouched behind the counter and rifled through my bag before I touched on something cool and smooth. I grabbed it and stood, showing it to Dynamight. It was a tall, black, portable leak-proof coffee mug with a handle on the side that can be attached to the top for easy carrying. He stared at the cup, then back at me.

"You want it?" I said.

"Is this a bribe?" He asked skeptically.

"A bribe only goes to people who have something to offer." I said and a vein popped out on his forehead. " And considering all your services are public..." I said looking to the side.

"I don't want your stupid cup." He growled. "Just gimme the damn coffee."

"So you're saying keeping your hands busy with this cupholder is better than having a portable cup?" I said with a dubious expression.

He closed his eyes, eyebrows twitching. "I said-"

"Anyway, I'll go ahead and pour the coffee in sir, don't worry it's clean." I said cutting him off, a mischievous smile curling on my face.

I quickly poured the coffee into the mug and handed it to him with my best customer service smile.

"Here you go sir! Have a good rest of your day!" I said cheerfully as he glared at me.

He snatched the cup from my hand and walked out, angrily muttering the entire way.

"You sure do like messing with him~!" Yoko said in a now-familiar sing-song voice.

"Because he's an easy target." I replied firmly.

"Easy on the eyes too." Auntie said, fluttering her eyelashes at me.

I pretended to gag before turning back towards the counter and wiping the stray coffee I spilled during the exchange. Another customer walked in and I gave my best customer service smile.

"Welcome!"

Dynamight POV

I angrily sipped at the coffee mug as I walked down the street. Eijirou stared at it then smiled at me.

"That was thoughtful of her!" He said, his smile all sharp teeth.

"Whatever." I muttered, taking another sip.

"You know, if she makes you that mad there are other coffee shops..." He pointed out. "Unless the coffee is that good."

"The coffee is mediocre at best." I said, taking another sip.

"Yet you get it everyday." Eijirou pointed out.

I stopped, glaring at him and he put his hands up in defeat. We continued walking the patrol route passing by the usual people. Eijirou waved and I nodded occasionally. On the handle, I noticed that it was detachable. I looked around the cup and noticed weird notches on the top. I detached the handle and clicked it into the top, locking it in. That's convenient if I want to hike. I can just attach it to my bag without worrying it'll spill out as much. My pout deepened and on impulse I looked at the bottom so I could see the brand. There was a tag at the bottom. My eyes bugged out. 5000 yen for a damn coffee mug? In my surprise, I roughly jerked the cup. I cursed then turned it rightside up, expecting a mess but finding none. Not even a drop. I looked ahead, trying to remember the rest of the shop. I never saw them sell or advertise any mugs there.

Did she pay for this on her own? Why the fuck would she do that.

A yelp echoed down the street, I looked up to see a purse snatcher wall running away from a startled woman. I blasted upwards with one hand, grabbed the thief and threw him to the ground. While he was winded, I pinned him below me, making sure he couldn't escape. Eijirou caught the purse and handed it to the lady. She blushed, thanking him and the officer went over there. I rolled my eyes and whistled at the officer to get him to collect the robber. He finally caught up, cuffed the guy with quirk cuffs and dragged him to the cop car parked a few stores down. I noticed the coffee cup still gripped in my hand and looked at it. Still no spill. She may be a little shit but she knew quality coffee mugs at least. I opened it and sipped my coffee with a small smile on my lips.

The coffee was still just as hot as it was when we left the shop.

Y/N POV

I waved to Yoko who was closing up the shop and started up the street towards my house. I stopped in the convenience store to pick up something salty to chew on while I cooked dinner. While mentally debating between chips and Chex Mix, I felt a prickling on my shoulder. I looked around, not seeing anyone. After a moment, I decided to ignore it and chose both the chips and chex mix. On the way to the register, I saw a magazine with Dynamight on the cover. It was a Men's magazine. One of his hands held up his shirt as if he just finished wiping his brow with it as his eyes glared at the camera. His lips were parted and his muscles glistened with sweat. Headlines lined either side of him advertising the knowledge within of how you could get his body. I picked up the magazine on impulse and headed to the counter.

"Is this all for you?" He asked.

"Yea." I answered.

"So...Dynamight?" He asked, looking at me.

"Uh...yea. Trying to get the same juicy arms for myself." I joked.

He didn't laugh or crack a smile.

"Is he your favorite hero?" He asked.

"No, I'm more of a Grand fan." I answered.

This is starting to feel weird somehow.

"I've heard Dynamight was hanging around a bakery a couple blocks down...what do you think of him?" He asked, not breaking eye contact while ringing the stuff.

Then I realized what was unsettling me about this conversation.

"I dunno man, he's just like the rest of em to me." I grabbed the bag from the cashier and walked out of the store as quickly as possible.

That whole time the cashier never blinked.

The Next Day 7am

I stared at the mirror brushing my teeth, urging myself to have the will to be a human being by 8. So far, it's not working. While shuffling towards the kitchen, I heard my roommate, Iris, snoring peacefully in her room on the way there. Some days I'm so jealous of her work at home tech job, I think about "accidentally" waking her up with a blowhorn. I pulled down some cereal and made myself a bowl while the TV droned on. With a sluggish pace, I watched the news go on about the top heroes' bright future and their exploits. How they're miraculously making a name for themselves and earning trust so rapidly in their careers. I washed my bowl and headed out the door, quietly announcing my departure. On the way to work, I sleepily think of ways to annoy the hell out of Dynamight within the ten seconds we interact and I already feel some energy seeping into my bones. I walked into the shop right on time at 8am and Auntie greets me with a huge smile. I picked up my apron, pulling it over my head as Auntie gives me the Patrol News a.k.a her simp rant about Deku.

"Ah! He's just my type! With that innocent smile!" She swooned.

"I'm willing to bet he's not nearly as innocent as the smile suggests." I pointed out, loading a pan with the prepped donuts.

"Oh I'm banking on it." She replied, wiggling her eyebrows. "Ah, to be young again, I'd snatch that boy up in a heartbeat." She sighed wistfully.

"Shoot your shot now, see what he says." I suggested as I put some donuts in the oven.

"I can't, I'm still too smitten with my late husband." She pouted playfully. "That man ruined dating for me y'know. He was too damn perfect." She said with a loving glance at his picture hanging on the wall.

I smiled at her while turning the oven onto the correct temperature. Some customers filtered in and out as the clock slowly moved towards 10:34. Once I saw the minute turn, I looked towards the front of the shop and of course, as always, Dynamight walked in right on time. The man was too punctual. The magazine I picked up came to mind. When I flipped through it last night there were other spreads. He basically had workouts for every part of his body and I got to see a surprising amount of it. Watching him walk in, it's easy to imagine he worked hard to look as good as he does.

He walked in grumpily as usual and handed me the portable coffee cup. I gave him a knowing smile and I filled it up with his usual. He looked around the shop with an unusual attentiveness as I turned around, handing him the container. He started walking out of the shop and I stared at his thighs. And if we're real the bakery wasn't the only thing with cake right now.

"Nice ass." I blurted out loud without thinking.

He stopped, looking at me with a blush creeping across his cheeks and sputtered a bit before walking up the counter again. I gave him a sheepish smile, not quite believing I said that. Yoko was shaking, trying desperately to hold in her laughter. While Auntie made a quiet but distinct sound of agreement. He looked like he wanted to say something then remembered the cup in his hand. After fishing around in his pocket, he shoved some paper in my hand and mumbled 'Cup.' Before walking out. When I looked in my hand, it was 5000 yen. I slowly transferred the money to the register, a little disoriented.

"He didn't have to pay me back...especially after I just catcalled him." I sighed.

Dynamight POV

I stomped out of the store with a huff and Eijirou followed behind me. I sipped on the coffee as I walked down the street.

"Nice Ass!"

My face heated up again. When I looked back at her, I expected her to pretend she didn't say it or something. Normally, people bold enough to catcall me instantly regret it when I glare at them. Normally, I'm ready to kill someone but this time I wasn't. I'm not flattered but...it let me know she was looking at me too. Plus. when I looked back I saw her smiling. With the stupid sunlight lighting up her face and those little sparkles in her eyes and her stupid cute hair and-.

Cute?

Absolutely not. We don't even know if she's innocent in the robbery. I shoved the thoughts out of my mind, which got harder each time I sipped the coffee she made. On impulse, I looked back at the building just in time to see someone intently watching it. I narrowed my eyes, fully turning my body towards the figure. They looked up, then at me and shuffled away. I watched for a few more moments before turning around.

"Bakugo what's up?" Eijirou asked

"....Nothing." I grunted, determined to continue patrol.

When we finished our route, I asked Deku if I could see the CCTV records around the shop. We were already watching it in order to monitor Y/N for anything suspicious. I flipped through the camera footage until I saw one that could observe that spot. We didn't check this camera often because it directly faced the rooftop of a closed down laundromat. And there he was. The blurry figure of a man watching that shop, day after day. And around 6:30p.m. that's when he moves to follow someone or something with his eyes before leaving. I narrowed my eyes.

Guess it's time to investigate a little.

The next day, I walked into the bakery on a mission. Y/N was there and for some reason today she didn't give me her usual mischievous smile. Before she could say whatever she wanted, I interrupted her.

"What time do you get off?" I asked.

A broom dropped behind her, which the orange-red haired girl. What was her name....Poko? Scrambled to pick up. The store owner, Mrs. Fujiwara, kept her composure for the most part but subtly stepped closer to listen in. Y/N just looked at me with a wide eyed expression.

"Are you asking me out?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

...What?

"What?" I sputtered out. "No I-"

She looked at my face and then that familiar mischievous grin settled on her features. Fuck this shit.

"Listen tiger, I know I'm incredibly irresistible-" She started, batting her eyes.

"I wasn't asking you out." I seethed which only egged her on.

"Okay I'll bite. Why do you wanna know when I leave work?" She said with a smile. "I don't know many reasons to ask so boldly~!" She sang.

Fuck this.

"Whatever." I said, feeling a blush creeping on my features as I turned to leave. Some whistles from the regulars followed after me and even if I sent them my signature glare, they laughed it off. These damn extras were too fucking comfortable.

"6:30." She called after me.

I didn't acknowledge her as I rushed out of there, some giggling from the patrons silencing when the door closed. Eijirou looked at me in surprise as I speed walked down the street.

"No coffee?" He asked, noticing the open, empty cup.

Shit.

Well I'm not going back there.

"I don't want their shitty coffee today." I huffed.

I finished patrol, distinctly noting I had a lot less energy. I sighed, walking towards the break room to brew myself coffee. Even with the stuff I bought, it doesn't taste as good. Doesn't energize me as much. What the hell do they put in their coffee? I thought about going to the shop and asking but when I think about how that'll go I start grinding my teeth. I'll ask the owner when Y/N isn't around. I flipped the screen to the camera watching the bakery and did my paperwork.

After realizing I incorrectly filled out a few forms and will probably have to start over I'm ready to blow something up. I couldn't wait until we have another year or so under our belt. Then we can convince the sidekicks who can tough it out to do this shit for us. Until we build some more trust though, it's our problem. I sighed, printing out another set of forms and shredding the fucked up set. 6:30 rolled around and as she said, Y/N walked out of the bakery. I clicked back to the camera on the rooftop building and watched him watch her walk home. I narrowed my eyes. Then I looked at the fucker watching her.

You're not gonna get to her, you creepy little shit.

The Next Day

Eijirou and I walked towards the shop. My mind still swirling with thoughts of the Rooftop Stalker. I entered the bakery on impulse, not thinking about the fact that these bastards didn't know how to let a joke go.

"I was waiting for you! I thought we had a date!" Y/N called out as soon as I entered.

"That's your own damn fault." I said grumpily as I set my portable coffee cup on the counter.

She gave me a bright smile and filled in my order. I studied her face. Does she know she's being watched? I mean of course not but does she have any ideas? Would telling her freak her out? An image flashed in my mind of what she would look like scared or worried. My gut twisted on itself and my fists clenched. I hated it. A lot more than I thought I would. No need to bother her just because of that creepy little shitstain. She set down the cup, her smile faltering a bit.

"Hey...uh...sorry about the Nice Ass thing." She said as she let go of the cup. My eyes widened.

She's apologizing?

"After I said it, I realized I wasn't really comfortable with just saying stuff like that out loud. Especially since like...you're a customer and its..just. Yknow. Not classy." She said twiddling her thumbs and avoiding eye contact.

None of the previous catcallers apologized unless I threatened them. I'm used to people objectifying me in some way by fans, photographers, previous flings, the whole nine. They usually deflected or got defensive saying some shit like "Well you own it so what's the problem?". So this...is nice.

"And everything else you do is classy?" I said with a small smirk, teasing her a bit.

She looked up at me, a little surprised before mirroring my smirk. Then her face morphed into mock irritation.

"All my little jabs thus far have been the pinnacle of fair, clever and classy." She said, then gave me a smile.

My heart skipped a beat.

The fuck?

"But seriously, I'm not doing that again. Scout's honor." She said, finally releasing my cup.

I looked at her, not sure how to respond to something I've never had the chance to respond to. Honestly, I had forgotten about it. Should I say it wasn't a big deal? I forgive you? How do I keep it playful? Why do I want to keep it playful? Wait was she a scout?

"You gonna stare at me or go back to saving the city or whatever?" She asked with an amused look.

I grunted and took my coffee. I exited the cafe and walked ahead as Eijirou waved to Y/N and walked caught up to me. I smiled to myself, taking a few sips of coffee. Yea this was what I needed yesterday. I thought about her shy smile as she made that promise. My legs stopped before I could think about it. Her smile. That creepy guy. The creepy guy who could take away her smile. I pursed my lips and started walking back.

"Hey, where are you going?" Eijirou asked.

"I'm gonna sit in the shop and test something." I replied before walking into the bakery.

Y/N gave me a surprised look as I chose a table in the back with a good view of the abandoned laundromat roof. I glared at the figure on the roof who noticed and went away. Someone walked over to my table and sat down. Y/N.

"When I offered for you to stare at me all day I didn't think you'd actually do it." She said, her eyes confused.

"I'm full of surprises." I said, disinterested as I sipped my coffee.

She gave me a dubious look and I suppressed a laugh.

"Alright, so why are you really here?" She asked as she crossed her arms.

"There's some paperwork I need to do so I'll be doing that here." I said.

"...Instead of your secure, agency office?" She asked skeptically.

"Yup." I replied.

"Without a computer or anything?" She said, eyes narrowed.

"Someone's bringing it." I said quickly mentally making a note to text Shitty Hair.

"Okay..." She said, getting up and giving me a questioning look before returning to work.

Over the next few days, I put on a hoodie and sat in the bakery after patrol ended. I chose a booth against the wall (well alright Y/N recommended the booth and I agreed) to prevent people from seeing the investigation and document paperwork I was working on. Ever since I informed the team of my actions, I've been on analyzing camera footage and paperwork duty, which is boring as hell but necessary to get rid of this particular problem. I would occasionally watch the laundromat roof, making sure whoever that guy was got lost. Or got the message that I'm onto him. My caffeine intake tripled but I was getting my work done and the sounds of people chattering over sweets was preferable to the clicking sounds or silence in the office at the agency. I was also getting a good glimpse of who Y/N was through the little actions she did. So far, she seemed...admittedly...nice.

She doesn't say anything but suddenly the café had a password protected wifi option along with their open access one. And coincidentally she always bothered me when I felt extra angry, tired or stressed while looking over and creating reports. It's annoying but I'm always surprised to realize I felt better afterwards. She also seemed to keep a close eye on my caffeine vs water intake so she'd bring me water steadily to balance it out. As the days passed by, I sat here out of preference over anything else.

Plus nothing beats a fresh cup of coffee served by her.

Y/N POV

It's been about a week since he's made his theoretical office the booth in the back. Initially, when the whole Dynamight staying in our cafe thing happened, I was a little excited to have more moments of our usual banter. But turns out he's pretty focused on his paperwork. And his short clipped sentences he says when I do bother him makes me feel like an asshole since I really was interrupting his work. I've started mentally calling him Sunshine because maybe if I manifested hard enough he would stop darkening that booth with his intensity.

Whenever I was on break I would go over and take a bite of whatever sweet he refused to finish and make small talk. At first, he acted annoyed but eventually he came to use it as his own break too. Which I was hoping for since on the days I don't do this he just...didn't stop working. Today was a day where I worked the late shift last night and the early bird shift this morning to cover for Yoko and Auntie. Yoko had a date and Auntie wanted to visit her late husband's grave for their anniversary. I felt like hell.

"Y/N..."Dynamight said.

I sighed. He had this weird habit of specifically talking to me when I was in a bad mood. I turned to him with my most disinterested to vaguely annoyed face when I said.

"What."

He fidgeted a bit before answering. "What do you think about...fashion?" He said limply, obviously struggling as much as I was with this conversation starter.

Not sure why he cares but it's a slow day so nothing else better to do.

"Uh...I think as long as whoever they are goes all in on their aesthetic most things work. Assuming it's well-put together." I said. "I like to wear one loud thing with simple stuff. Or just all simple stuff." I said.

"Hmm. I like to wear "loud" things.." He trailed off.

"I can tell by the hero costume" I said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes and continued typing. After a few more minutes he spoke up again.

"You got any hobbies?" He asked.

"You're not great at conversation are you?" I said, smiling in spite of my exhaustion.

He smiled ruefully and continued typing.

"My current hobby is bothering the up and coming #2 hero." I answered, throwing him a tiny bone.

"Is it fun for you?" He asked.

"Sometimes." I said, plucking a pastry from the display and taking a bite. "Other times he's this huge workaholic." I fake pouted.

He laughed a bit in spite of himself which made me smile. We both went back to work silently until 6:30 rolled around then I got ready to leave. Dynamight noticed the clock and quickly started to pack up his stuff as well. Waving goodbye to Yoko, I exited the shop. I walked my usual route, feeling like I was being watched. I felt like that alot lately. I looked around, not seeing anyone, as usual. My heart started to race and I took some calming deep breaths. I can fight if I needed to, I just hadn't in a long while. I continued walking after a moment, speeding up my pace. Maybe I'm just being paranoid? Then I heard rapid steps until they slowed down a distance away.

I quickly turned back to see Dynamight, breathing heavy as he slowed to a stop. I narrowed my eyes at him and he looked at me, composing himself with his usual pout. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, continuing my walk a bit slower this time. I glanced back to see him analyzing the alleyways as he passed by them and eyeing the rooftops. I snickered to myself as I realized he was trying to walk me home but was being super fucking awkward about it. No matter where I turned, he always made sure to stay within full sight and nodded when I looked at him. And despite how weird and clearly not socially adjusted this is, I felt safer. I also think it's cute he probably thinks he's outside of teasing distance. He's not safe from me.

I got to the corner store at the end of my street and walked inside. Dynamight stayed outside of the store looking around vigilantly and honestly he looked like such a dork it warmed my heart. The cashier had his eyes on me again. Probably still unblinking. I avoided looking at him while I perused the aisles, grabbing snacks I thought Dynamight would like as well as a couple waters to drown out all of that caffeine he's been taking in. Once I checked out, this time avoiding all conversation, I walked out and handed him a bag. He looked at me confused and disgruntled.

"Thanks stalker." I said with a smile. "My house is right there so I'll take it from here."

He paused then grunted, walking away from the store. I watched him for a bit before heading towards my house, a little skip in my step about figuring out the awkward hero.

Dynamight POV

Water, jerky, chex mix and hot chips. I opened the water bottle and took a swig before opening the hot chips. I glanced back and saw the cashier staring at Y/N. Is she that popular? I didn't really get it but alright. I turned towards the agency and started walking. Two things were for certain. That figure is determined to follow her and he always manages to somehow disappear even if I sneak up on him. Which means he probably isn't working alone. So the solution is to stick around and make sure she's under watch. Given how swamped everyone at the agency was with the uptick in cases I'm probably the only one who could do this, my paperwork, patrol and still sleep at night on time. I stretched and took another sip. Thinking about the water bottles, the booth suggestion, the steady supply of coffee and water at the shop.

She's kind of thoughtful...kind of.

The next day I walked in and there she was with a big smile on her face as if she won the lottery. I walked up to the counter to get my usual starter dose of caffeine and a sweet confection I definitely won't eat that Y/N will. I noticed her eyes lingering on a particular sweet so I chose that one to pretend to eat as she took my cup from me. When she handed it back, she leaned over the counter with her head on top of her hands, propping herself on her elbows.

"I think I'm gonna officially add Sunshine to the nickname list." She decided. "Since you're so obvious."

Is she talking about when I walked her home yesterday?

"I'm not supposed to be subtle idiot." I mumbled, then paused. "And don't ever call me sunshine."

"Sure sure." She stood up to her full height and stretched.

I went to my booth, starting the now familiar routine of doing paperwork while sipping my coffee. I watched her joke back and forth with a regular and marveled at how her eyes looked in the sunlight. I thought about all the weird thoughtful things, the banter, the subtle care she has for everyone around her. I noticed a little sign on this booth that now says reserved. I'm willing to bet she did this too. I got to work, occasionally glancing at how she greeted customers and how they seemed to brighten up after the interaction. There was currently an old lady excitedly showing off her grandkids as Y/N guessed what pastry they'd like based on what the lady told her. I smiled to myself, feeling my whole aura warm up as it always does when I sit in here.

If anything, Sunshine fit you so much more.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugou smut #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #mha #bakugo smut #momento

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washymylifeaway · 4 years

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Haikyuu Angst fanfic recs

EDIT: I added in the ships for each fic LOL, prolly should’ve done it like that from the beginning smh my bad :’)))))

EDIT 2: I made a pt 2 linked HERE

No one asked me to do this, but I’m providing it anyway because we all need a little angst in our lives. Right? Anyway, this entire thing is going to be something you need to read warnings, tags, and summaries in advanced because everything here will be angst. Anyhoo, in no particular order, here comes the sadness... And also don’t come at me for putting fics I’ve recommended in the past,,,, it’s an angst post I have to put all of them.

WARNING: Almost all of these fics deal with either some sort of death, trauma, or mental illness so please I BEG OF YOU to proceed with caution. Also in NO way am I romanticizing any of these things, these fics recs are merely pieces I thought were written extremely well, and that portray major events from multiple perspectives skillfully. If you are struggling, please contact a hotline and get help, you are never in this alone!

National Suicide Hotline: 800-273-8255

boiled frogs by reginagalaxia (E) 91.5k /MatsuHana/ is it possible to hate a character this much? I never realized how much hate/rage I had in me. Really. Like. Imma boutta fight this MF LIKE SQUARE UP. The way I tried to manifest a fake characters death like,,,, Anyway. If my RAGE doesn’t explain how good of a freakin writer they are, then idk what will. (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

In Another Life by LittleLuxray (T) 23k /BokuAka/ it’s a classic, what can I say? You into some BokuAka angst? Here’s the fic. Go right ahead. Don’t be shy :’)

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony (T) 30.9k /KuroKen/ again, a classic. We do love a good soulmate AU tho :)))))))

^^ I didn’t write much here cause I wrote my general thoughts on a different post (linked here) so yea it’s not that I don’t like the fic, it’s just that I didn’t want to be more redundant than I already am LOL.

Oikawa's Last Wish/es by DanaiaCake (G) 5.1k /IwaOi/ this one, man it’s short but painful LOL. Proof that angst doesn’t have to be long to completely break you ahhahah. It actually has a sequel (which is less angsty), but yea if you like finish this fic and are like broken, read it for some.... glue?

The Sky and Guilt Are the Only Feelings I Have Left by oopsthisisqueertoo (NR) 267.7k /BokuAkaKuroo/ ngl I picked it up as a rec from someone else after misreading that it was THIS long haha. But like I kept reading, and the suspense omg. It HAS a happy ending, so if you’re reading it and you start to feel empty, push through (tho take breaks) and finish because it DOES end HAPPY. (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

Made to be Broken by todxrxki (T) 8.1k /KuroKen/ this one focuses more on the after than the build up, and it made me so sad (as it should cause this is literally an angst fic rec post smh @ myself). I usually don’t cry too much but this one made the waterworks turn ON. Sighhhhhhhhhhh. Bless Akaashi.

Even Though it All Went Wrong by plumtrees (T) 9.2k /MatsuHana/ THIS IS THE REASON THIS POST CAME TO BE. I love this fic with all my heart (or what’s left of it). Like LOVE as in, this fic really broke me beyond just breaking me. Like. When Oikawa says what he says to Mattsun after the thing (you’re sorry __ _____ __ ____) and the Iwa right after (we know __’__ ___ ______ to make you ____ __ ____) (if you’re wondering wtf I’m putting here, just ctrl F you’re sorry and you’ll see), you cannot believe how hard that hit. GOD. (I am okay if you’re wondering :’)) This is my #1 favorite angst fic of all time and if you are okay mentally and have read the tags and warnings and are fine with them, then please read it. (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (M) 15.7k /SakuAtsu/ THE MUG FIC. There was a sequel and when I saw that it took me another week to read it cause I was like,,, am I ready to have my heart break again? No LOL. But the sequel is actually not as angst, so if you want like a semi-broken whatever, just read the sequel LOL. It’s so sad and it made me physically hurt every time someone even mentioned mugs afterwards (LOL why am I so dramatic but it’s the truth :///). Go ahead and hurt with me.

Crumbling Foundations by Captain_Hughes_ZU, ToshiChan (T) 106.3k /MULTI/ I was debating whether or not to put this fic cause it actually doesn’t even have the angst tag (which I personally think it should). Honestly, it’s more a trauma fic than an angst fic idk I just wanted to put it somewhere because it’s written super well and although it was technically a ‘happy ending’ the interviews after prove else. Despite only being rated T, it’s got some intense TW so (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

arbitrary nature of thought. by wadingpool (NR) 5.6k /SunaOsa/ this....... ah... ahh.... The pain...... I really love the SunaAtsu friendship agenda. The ending was happy (I keep doing this LOL) but the build up to the break,,,,, AHHHH. Yea the ending was really heartwarming....... BUT THE BEGINNING. Yea it really jumbled me up..... JFLJDSFLKJHDLFHS

How To Be A Kick-Ass Brother: A Guide by Miya Atsumu by Egosdelirium (E) 25k /SakuAtsu + SunaOsa/ what personal vendetta do I have against Osamu? Nothing, literally nothing he just happens to always suffer in the fics I choose oops. This fic is one I really like, and it portrays the close outsider’s perspective on a horrific event really well. I was iffy on putting this in because it’s not really the angst type I was going for (more death less trauma?) but I really liked this fic, and while I was making my end note, I kept thinking about it so yea. Atsumu best boy. (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

You might be thinking, done already? Wellllllll there were a lot of fics where I decided against putting them on (cause I felt like it didn’t really match what I wanted to be recommending but idk what the theme was LOL oops but yea I would look at a fic and think well it is angst but not the right TYPE of angst y’know?) and I really hate reading angst (there’s a lot of days where I shouldn’t cause my mental health said no thanks LOL). Also I wanted like FULL angst fics, but most of them have like happy endings (which made some of these iffy and is good but also it wasn’t what I wanted to put :////) So yes, I may add to this post (we’ll see) but like it’ll depend on whether I can convince myself that reading angst at 4 am is a good idea LOL. (pls recommend me some too!)

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lightlia · 4 years

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And it breaks my heart

Pairing: Dream x reader (irl!Dream x reader) [They/Them] [mentioning Wilbur a bit]

Synopsis: What has gone wrong? Is it the fact that they are pretending to be happy or they’re never meant to be?

Inspired by: LÉON - And It Breaks My Heart [stream LÉON music!!]

Words count: 2.6k

[ANGST]

A/N: My first fic on this site, yay! Hope you like it! It could be cringing but bare with me, uwu! Feedbacks are accepted so if you have sth to say, pls do so. I literally didn’t save the damn thing and I had to type it all out again. Fuck me. I didn’t proofread it cuz i’m lazy and tired so enjoy reading this.

♪ Think of days when I was yours

Seems so long ago ♪

Y/N moved in their last stuff into their new home after successfully putting everything in their new place. They looked around the living room before sitting down on the floor. Holding in their am was a box with stuff that they were going to decorate. As they opened the box, it wasn’t the stuff that they would decorate with but a photo album, a sweater and a necklace in it. They held back their tears as they took out the sweater and the necklace and wore them. The sweater wasn’t theirs but it was Clay’s.

“Babe, have you seen my sweater? I can’t find it anywhere.” Clay shouted from their wardrobe, opening each drawer to find his sweater.

Y/N skipped towards their room, “Which sweater? You have like so many sweater.”

“The one with dinosaurs on it. The green--” Clay then turned around to see Y/N was wearing what he described. “--sweater.”

Y/N looked at Clay then down at their clothing. “This one?”

Clay then walked towards them with a grin on his face. “Well, never mind. I’ll find another one to wear. And by the way, you look cute in it. So keep it.”

Y/N was flustered and hid their face in the sweater. Clay wrapped his arms around them and his chin was on their head. “But it would look even better when it’s on the floor along with my clothes.” He smirked, causing Y/N’s cheeks to go red.

Y/N hit Clay hard with their sweater paws but to him, those hits were like patting. Clay then remembered something and jogged to their bedside drawer and took out a box. He took the necklace out and went back to Y/N. Clay went behind them and put it on for them.

“I saw it when I was out strolling with Nick. He said to pick the one with ‘Daddy’ on it but I’ll buy next time if you want.”

Y/N tiptoed to give Clay a kiss since the man is 6′3. “Thank you, Clay. I love it.”

♪ Now we're standing in the cold

Nervous when we talk ♪

“Goddamn it! I forgot to bring my umbrella.” Y/N cursed under their breath. They decided to walk through the park but the rain ruined it. They looked up to the sky who decided to rain on the day that they wanted to be away from the loud noises and they wanted peace and quiet before they went back to their workplace tomorrow.

“Should’ve had a roommate so they could pick me up when I call them.” Y/N took shelter under a big tree. Their clothes weren’t helping them shield their head and they were soaking wet from the immediate rain. They hung their head down and kicked the dirt beneath them, cursing the rain.

Then something shielded them from the rain, making them look up to see Clay with his umbrella out over your head. He got wet a bit now that the umbrella was above them.

“Hey.” Clay opened his mouth.

“Hi.”

Then silence surrounded them both. Y/N shifted around awkwardly to ease the silence around them.

"How are you?”

“I’m doing great. How about you? Find someone better yet?” Y/N asked back.

♪ Such a sadness in your eyes

And now you're looking down

You try your hardest not to show it

Yeah, I can't hold you, give you hope

'Cause I'm not coming home ♪

Clay then casted his eyes down but Y/N caught the look on his face, sadness. Y/N immediately apologized, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

“No, no. It’s fine.” He gave a fake smile to Y/N. “I couldn’t find one and I don’t need one.” He wanted to hug Y/N and asked them to rekindle their relationship but he couldn’t.

“So you’ve been single now for 2 years?”

“Yea. Do you like someone at the moment?”

“Yea, I found someone I like.” Y/N gave him a smile. “But I don’t want to tell him though.”

“Oh.”

Clay thought immediately of Wilbur. His initial thought was about Wilbur, probably Y/N liked Wilbur. Of course, they would like him. He was there for them, not physically. But Wilbur would call them to see if they were okay. Wilbur would also talk about Y/N a lot while he was streaming with Clay and others and told them that Y/N doing fine now, getting the job that they wanted and was in search for a new place to live other than her friends’. Y/N didn’t want to bother them so that’s why Y/N searched for a new place.

But what Clay didn’t know was that it was a lie. They couldn’t tell him that they still need him a bit. However, they moved on because they knew they weren’t meant to be.

“Let me take you home.” Clay offered and walked out the park with Y/N under his umbrella.

♪ And I wish that I could give you more

When you're leaving me an open door ♪

Clay had been neglecting Y/N a lot lately. They knew about his streaming career and they were very supportive of him. But lately, he had been neglecting Y/N and his food because of his streaming and uploading a YouTube video. Y/N would bring the food up to his office just for him to yell at them for entering his office. He would start missing out on their date nights and the most important ones, the anniversary. He would forget about them and go and hang out with someone Y/N didn’t know. While Clay was having fun with his new friend, Y/N was lying on their bed and crying to sleep. When he was given free times, Clay would be on his phone, typing something. Y/N would peek to see what he was texting but Clay would get up and go to his office, feeling annoyed at their behavior. Clay was never like this so what made him to be like this?

Then one day, Y/N walked past his office to overhear his conversation with George.

“No, George. You don’t understand. Y/N was never like this. Now they’re annoying. They would ask me whenever I got home like where I went and who I was with. They even brought up Olivia and I told them every time that she’s just a friend but they wouldn’t believe me.”

Feeling annoyed, Clay pushed his hair back and getting frustrated every time he mentioned Y/N.

“Yes, we are happy, George. No. George, you don’t understand. Yes, I know. I’ll talk to them whatever.”

This pushed Y/N to the limit. They tiptoed to the bathroom and just silently cried.

♪ And I wish that I could let you know

How it hurts me, too, that we're moving on ♪

Clay and Y/N walked down a couple blocks then turned the corner, arriving at Y/N’s place. Just as they had arrived, the rain stopped.

“So this is my stop. Thank you for walking me home, Clay.” Y/N smiled and he nodded. “Oh and the rain stopped as well. How convenient.” They looked up to the sky and laughed, making Clay laughed as well.

“No problem. Don’t want you to get sick after all.”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna get sick cuz I’m soaking wet.” Y/N pointed to Clay. “You’ll get sick too.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Y/N unlocked the door and got in. They were about to invite Clay inside but he held his hand up.

“It’s fine. I need to get back or Nick’s gonna starve.” Then Clay’s phone went off with someone calling him. He pulled out his phone from his inside of his jacket and he laughed. Clay answered and turned on the loudspeaker.

“Yea?”

“Clay, where are you? I’m starving like I’m gonna die.” Nick shouted into the phone and they giggled at his antics.

“I’ll be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Clay, you’ve been out for about 2 hours and I’m literally gonna--” Just that, Clay cut off Nick’s nagging and hung up the phone.

“He’ll be furious.” Y/N giggled.

“He’ll be fine. He’s just being too dramatic. I’ve lost a challenge against him and I had to buy his favorite.”

He held up the food package for Y/N to see.

“You’d better get home quick before he call you again.” Then Clay’s phone rang and they both knew it was definitely from Nick. They laughed once more.

“Alright, I’ll get going then.” Clay said and turned around but stopped to say the last thing. “It was great seeing you again.”

“You too, Clay.” Y/N waved their hand and Clay did the same thing, walking off to the distance.

Y/N watched Clay walking off until he was no longer in their sight. They closed the door and sat down at the door, not worrying about the dirty floor. Clay seemed like he had moved on and got a hold of himself. He was not taking well about the break up at first. So they were happy for Clay that he moved on but they were hurting themselves that they had moved on as well because Clay was everything to them.

♪ Oh, where do love go?

It's right in your hands, then suddenly gone

Oh, no, nobody knows where it disappears

And it breaks my heart ♪

Clay and Y/N sat at their dining table, eating peacefully before Y/N decided to break the silence.

“Clay, we’re not meant to be.”

“What?” Clay furrowed his brows and moved his hand to place on top of their hand. Y/N shook his hand off and continued talking.

“We’re gotta stop pretending we’re happy when actually we’re not.”

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“Clay, don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about. We both know our relationship is dying.”

“Y/N, I don’t understand.” Clay grabbed Y/N’s hand, caressing it.

“You neglected me, you forgot about our date nights and our anniversary just to hang out with Olivia.”

“Baby, I told you many times that we’re just friends.”

As calmly as they could portray, Y/N shook their head and pulled out their phone and slid it to Clay, showing him all the messages Olivia had been texting them.

“No, we’re just friends.” Clay shook his head this time.

“Well, have fun with her. I’ll move out tomorrow. You don’t have to send me off since I’m gonna annoy you.” Y/N got up and walked towards the door.

“Baby.”

“You said I’m annoying so I hope me not being here would no longer make you feel annoyed.” And then they walked out the door to find their friend parked their car outside, waiting for them.

Clay on the other hand, was shocked from the event. He didn’t finish his meal as he hurried to his office and dialed George’s number.

♪ Empty station, 2 AM

See your name on the phone

Sayin', "So good to see you, but it made me really miss you

It's hard to be alone" ♪

Y/N got off the train at 2 am after a night out with their friends at the newly opened bar. The station was empty and quiet, enough for Y/N to concentrate. They were sober as they found an empty seat and sat there, remembering that they had seen Clay at the bar.

Their phone lit up with a notification. Clay’s name was shown on their screen, showing that he has texted them. Y/N opened the text, reading ‘So good to see you, but it made me really miss you. It's hard to be alone.’

Y/N teared up and started to type back. They were about to send long sentences to him but decided against it and just sent ‘It was great seeing you again.’

♪ And if I only could, I'd go back in time

Take back every word, say I've changed my mind

But no, nobody knows where it disappears

(And it breaks my heart) ♪

Clay was there as well with his friends because they didn’t want their friend to be sad anymore. They had seen him sad for the last 4 months after the broke up so they dragged Clay out for a night out. Clay downed all shots into his system and got a bit drunk but he was conscious about his surrounding so when he turned around to look at other people, his eyes saw their figure a couple table from him. He couldn’t avert his focus elsewhere.

Y/N after downed the shots into their system, looked around the table to see Clay looking at them. They too couldn’t tear their eyes away from Clay before hanging their head down.

Clay wanted to go to their table and just talked to them once again but he knew he would mess up again so he just sat at the table and downed some more shots.

Y/N wanted to talk as well and maybe take back their words and want Clay back into their arms but they didn’t want it to happen again because they had gotten back together before, they had sworn that they would never hurt each other feelings anymore and if they break up again, they would let it go for real.

♪ And you want answers, but I don't have them

Say we were happy, so what happened?

Now you're acting like it's nothing, but it was something

You can't erase me, all the memories, you can't change them ♪

Y/N went back to Clay’s house to get their stuff out. They still got the key of his house and unlocked it. They opened the door and stepped inside. They walked to the stairway and turned to the living room to find Clay sprawling on the couch with booze on the table and their pictures scattered around the living room. He was asleep so Y/N took the opportunity and ran up to their room and organized their stuff.

As they finished packing the last box, a cough blurted out. Y/N didn’t have to turn around to see Clay standing by the door.

“Y/N, I don’t understand. We were so happy together. What went wrong?” Clay uttered.

“I don’t have the answer for that. You can find it yourself.”

“No, tell me. Why is this happening? I want to know why.”

Y/N sighed before getting up and walking out the door. But Clay grabbed their arm, preventing them from leaving the room.

“Let go, Clay.”

“Y/N, tell me.”

“I can’t tell because I don’t have the answer. Now if you excuse me.” Y/N tried to wiggle their arm out of his grip.

“Y/N!”

“Clay, we’re done.”

“WE ARE NOT!”

“Clay, we fell out of love. You just didn’t realize that yourself. Thanks for the memories, Clay. I don’t think I can’t erase them out of my head and I hope you won’t erase our memories or change anything.” With that, Y/N freed their arm from his grip and walked out their shared bedroom.

Clay dropped to the floor and let his tears flow down. Y/N could hear him sobbing from downstairs and left the house with their stuff.

♪ Oh, where do love go?

It's right in your hands, then suddenly gone

Oh, no, nobody knows where it disappears

And if I only could, I'd go back in time

Take back every word, say I've changed my mind

But no, nobody knows where it disappears

And it breaks my heart ♪

Even though they wanted to get back together.

♪ (But I don't have them)

(And it breaks my heart)

(Say we were happy)

(So what happened?)

(And you want answers)

(But I don't have them)

(Say we were happy)

(So what happened?) ♪

They both knew they weren’t meant to be together.

#dream #dream x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dreamwastaken #dream x y/n #mcyt #my first fic #yoooo #i'm seriously so tired

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spnfanficpond · 4 years

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Pond Diving - Katelynw93

Welcome to today’s Pond Diving Spotlight! We hope that you enjoy this little insight to our members and perhaps even find some useful tips for your own writing. Happy reading!

Want to volunteer, send us an ask! We’re looking forward to learning more about all of you! Not sure what PD is, you can learn more here.

“Don’t Be Koi About It” - All About You

Name: Katelyn, but most people call me Kate, Katie or sometimes even Kat.

Age: 27

Location: Originally from Kansas, but have been located in Upstate NY for the last six years.

URL: @katelynw93

Why did you choose your URL: It’s usually the username that I use for everything and if I’m being honest, I’m not very creative when it comes to titles or names. Lol. I’ve been meaning to change it; I just need to decide on what.

What inspired you to become a writer: Well, when I was in middle school (maybe seventh or eighth grade), my best friend and I decided to write a story together and post it on a fanfiction site (Can’t remember the site name, though.) And I just loved it. We never did finish that story. Lol. But eventually I started branching out and found some roleplay writing sites.

How long have you been writing: Started writing in middle school (2006/2007), but really got into it in 2009 with RP. However, September of this year (2020) was the first year I started really writing fics by myself and opening posting them.

What do you do when you are not writing i.e. Job/Hobbies etc? I work a lot, usually an average of 40+ hours a week; I am a manager at a popular food chain restaurant and on the weekends, a cashier at a gas station to provide a little extra cash for my family. When I’m not working, my time is spent with my two kids; Alekzander (Zander) who just turned five this past November and Lincoln (Link) who will be two in February. Outside of work and my family, I’m usually writing. Sometimes if I’m feeling extra creative or inspired, I’ll create a few crackships for couples I really enjoy. Lol.

How long have you been in the SPN Fandom? I actually found Supernatural around the same time I started writing, so back in ninth grade, so 2008/2009. It was honestly an accident too, because I was searching for Smallville episodes (I have an unhealthy addiction to Superman and DC/Marvel.) and stumbled upon an ad for Supernatural. Was instantly intrigued and fell in love. Seasons 1 - 5 (the Kripke era) are my favorite.

Are you in any other fandoms and do you write for them? Oh yea, I love TV shows and movies, and as I’ve already stated above, I love DC and Marvel. I’ve also written for Grey’s Anatomy and am willing to write for more, but SPN, DC and Grey’s are currently the only ones I’ve written for. I love The Vampire Diaries, One Tree Hill, Private Practice, Station 19, 9-1-1, Game of Thrones, The Witcher, Merlin, Dexter, Psych, and so, so many more. There are too many to list. Lol.

Do you do any writing outside of fanfiction? If so, tell us about it? Other than RPing, not really. I mean, I did try to do an original story with my friend when I was younger, but it never went anywhere. But I am willing to try someday.

Favorite published author: Other than the really big authors like; J.K. Rowling, George R.R. Martin, Jim Butcher, Nicholas Sparks, Suszanne Collins, I really like (and maybe it’s cliche) Stephenie Meyer. The Twilight Saga made me fall in love with reading and eventually, that love led me to writing. Those books hold a special place in my heart.

Have you ever read a book that made an impact on your life? Which one and why?: Well, I guess I sort of answered that one already. But there truly are so many amazing books out there and still so many more to discover.

Favorite genre of fanfic (smut, angst, fluff, crack, rpf, etc): Oh man, I’m not gonna lie, a majority of what I read is probably smut. But I am particularly fond of angst. I want you to make me cry. Really dig and stab into my emotions. Lol. And then come back in with some fluff. Haha.

Favorite piece of your own writing: Well, that would have to be Sweet Cherry Pie because it was really the first piece I’ve ever finished and published online. It was inspired by an RP that I am currently involved in and they are my favorite couple in said RP. It got so much positive feedback after I shared it that it inspired me to keep writing. I was so nervous about posting it, but I am glad I did.

Most underrated fic you have written: Oh I’m not sure. Maybe Love Bites. I am a sucker for Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries crossovers. I really loved writing this fic and am eager to write more.

Story of yours that you’d most like to see turned into a movie/tv show: Oh damn, um, it’d be cool to see any of them like that. But maybe Sweet Cherry Pie or Out of the Fire (my firefighter!Dean series).

Favorite Tumblr Writer(s): There are so many, but I usually find myself reading work from; @impala-dreamer, @katehuntington @deanwanddamons, @muchamusedaboutnothing.

Favorite Fic from another writer: This one is tough because there are so many amazing fics out there, especially ones that I adddddore; but if forced to choose, one story that will always stick with me would have to be Treacherous by @idkhaylijah OR The Sullivan Series by Kate Huntington

Favorite character to write: Dean Winchester. I adore Dean and he’s probably the easiest for me to write. I have written the most fics with him and I portray him often in the RPs that I do.

Favorite Pairing to write: Dean with anyone, but my favorite would be Dean x Caroline.

Least favorite character to write (and why): That’s a tough one, cause there’s not really any that I’m uncomfortable with or dislike writing. Maybe characters with accents, because I don’t really know how to capture that in writing yet? I’m pretty open with my writing and am willing to try mostly anything.

Do you have anyone you consider a mentor? Oh definitely. When I first started RPing, there was another girl (Jocelyn) that I used to write with and she influenced a lot of my writing. She was older than me and had more experience and gave me a lot of tips on how to get better. She is an amazing writer and had the potential of going far with it, but life happens and unfortunately, she doesn’t write anymore. But she is booming on Youtube, so that’s pretty impressive. It’s pretty cool to see how far she’s come.

Do you have any aspirations involving your writing? I used to want to be a journalist when I was younger, but other than that, not really. I just want to have fun with it and write something meaningful for someone, and always improve and get better.

How many work-in-progress stories do you have: I have a few ideas jotted down, maybe ten, but I haven’t actually started any of them. I have so many bingo cards I need to finish, but with my work schedule, it’s been pretty crazy.

What are you currently working on? My main project is Out of the Fire.

“Pond Diving” - All About The Writing

What/who has had the biggest influence on your writing? Definitely the RPing that I’ve done and am currently doing. My friend Alesha has been the longest RP partner that I’ve had and her writing is phenomenal - and it helps a lot too when your mind's work in similar ways; her and I always seem to be on the same wavelength when it comes to writing. I love it. But like me, she has a very busy schedule and writing is limited.

Best writing advice you've been given: Have fun with it, write what you want to write and always be open to helpful criticism. And don’t stress about it, either. Write in your own time. It’s meant to be fun, not stressful.

Biggest obstacle you’ve faced in your writing: Just finding the time to write and getting over being so self conscious about my writing. I don’t let anyone in my real life read what I write.

What aspects of writing do you find difficult when you write fanfiction? Just capturing the personalities of the canon characters sometimes; if it’s a character I’m not used to writing, I worry about portraying them the right way. And I have trouble individualizing the characters (separating them from myself/my own personality), like when I create an OC for an RP, sometimes when I have too many, their personalities all become the same in ways (if that makes sense?). And accents. I have trouble with accents. Oh, and fight/action scenes. They take me a bit.

Is there anything you want to write but are afraid to (and why): I am always going to be afraid, no matter what it is that I’m writing, because I worry about it succeeding. I want to write for other fandoms though, I guess, but like I said, I worry about capturing the characters right and having a decent storyline that is unique.

What inspires/motivates you to write: Honestly, positive feedback. I love hearing what people think about my writing and it motivates me to continue.

How do you deal with self-doubt: That’s a tough one. I guess I just look towards my writing friends or beta’s for reassurance or I go back and read the positive comments and likes on the fics I’ve already shared. It encourages me to continue.

How do you deal with writer's block: I usually listen to music and I’ll look up gifs of my favorite characters, create stories in my head with those gifs or I’ll create gif sets of specific scenes. If that doesn’t work, I’ll take a break and watch one of my favorite TV shows for inspiration.

Do you plan/outline your story before you start: For my RPs, I have a group chat with those I’m writing with and we usually shoot ideas back and forth, but mostly we wing it. For my fics, I normally just wing it, but with Out of the Fire, I have a rough idea of what I want from each part. With that said, my ideas or plans often change as I’m writing. These characters have a mind of their own sometimes. Lol.

Do you have any weird writing habits: I don’t know about any weird habits, but I always have music on and I guess I have to do it in spurts. I’ll write a few paragraphs or sentences, pause and scroll tumblr or facebook or gifs, and then go back, reread what I wrote and then write a few more. Rise and repeat.

Have you ever received hateful comments on your fic and how do you deal with it? So far, no I haven’t, and I hope I don’t ever have to deal with that. But I know it’s bound to happen. I guess if I were to ever encounter that, I’d like to say that I’ll take it as a learning experience but I honestly don’t know I’d feel about that.

Conversely: what’s been some of your favorite feedback on your fanfic? Oh man, I guess my favorite would have to be ellewritesfix05 reaction to the secret santa fic I wrote for her; Dean Fucking Winchester. And all the positive feedback I’ve gotten for Out of the Fire.

If you could give one piece of advice to a new and/or struggling writer, what would it be? Have fun with it. Write what you want and what you’re comfortable with. Don’t be afraid of constructive criticism and most importantly, don’t stress. Writing is fun.

#pond diving #pond diving: katelynw93 #spnfanficpond

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take you on a drive | johnny suh

Headcanon!

pairings: childhood friend!johnny x childhoodfriend!female reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluffy headcanon with humor uwu

synopsis: I’m pretty sure we all know NCT 127. You know, the 10-member K-Pop group who makes some questionable, but nonetheless amazing music? Then you must know their lead dancer and underrated vocalist/rapper, Johnny Suh. But what was he like before the fame and popularity? What happened in Chicago?

warnings: cursing

a/n: fuck, yall im so sorry for that long ass gif jdlknjdbc,,, anygays ADMIN 1 HERE YER YER. unedited in my angst to post this

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. Thank you and enjoy :)

boy oh boy i hope ya’ll saw those pre-debut pictures of johnny cause-

CHILE

but before we get into that;

how’d you meet in the first place?

funny you ask

it was by pure coincidence

you were a rising junior in high school

yikes lol,

you were pretty fucking young

you had just got your drivers license and desperately wanted to drive your parents car

the sad part:

your annoying ass little brothers had to go with you wherever you drove

two of these devils were too much

imagine being in a CAR with them

hell

around august, you being the good sister you are,

offered to take them to the amusement park

with their equally annoying friends lol

12 year olds are just,,,

sigh

but you weren’t the only one chaperoning

one of their friends older brother (you vaguely remember his name being Johnny)tagged along to watch the devil spawns with you

and my my my, you were not expecting him to hop in the back of your moms mini van with all that hair

ya’ll know that hair he had pre-debut when it was super long and shaggy-like? yea that one

but he was cute

in a nerdy way though

you couldn’t help but steal peeks at him a few times-

or what you thought was being discreet

-through the rear view mirror of course

and what you gathered was this:

naturally puckered lips

might still be going through puberty with his voice

muscly arms, probably his whole body too

friendly eyes but intimidating face

in conclusion-

you didn’t know what to think about him

there came a point on the highway when your brothers and their friends wanted snacks

you exited the highway to the nearest gas station and sighed into the steering wheel as you waited for them to come back

“are you always this annoyed?” came a sudden voice.

you damn near banged your head against the car roof with how high you sat up

“shit, i thought you were in there with the boys.”

your hand was clutching your flowery tank top, the hot weather was not playing today

and he sniggered under his breath at obviously startling you

“What’s so funny?” in all honesty, you weren’t even upset

you just wanted him to get that you were not the one to mess with

… with your clear jelly sandals

… and clip on earrings your little sister forced you to wear

… and the flowers on your tank were the icing on the cake

the childish pout on your face was absolutely adorable to him

“You’re blushing. it’s cute.”

You couldn’t keep your front in place for long with that contagious smile he had

“It’s just insanely hot.”

“Pfft and so am I.” He playfully scoffed at your remarks, his bangs shifting along with his movement

the car fell into a comfortable silence after that,

both of you too awkward to continue

when the boys finally got into the car after 902837 years,

you were once again on your way to the esteemed amusement park

once you guys arrived, the boys immediately ran off to the biggest rollercoasters to ride

with you two alone

so much for chaperoning right

at least they said they’ll call if they need you

so there you were;

thinking how the hell you ended up with this sarcastic and sweaty dweeb

you turned towards him in time to see him already looking your way

might as well make the most out of the situation, right?

“I heard the Goliath is pretty scary.” You warily suggest

“Only if you’re a wuss.” He jesters back

“Tch, im pretty sure you’ll be throwing up your intestines by the time we’re done”

“I guess we’ll have to actually get on the ride to see, don’t we?” The cunning smirk was challenging and you were ready for it.

even if you were a little bitch who couldn’t stand heights

sorry to the readers who actually are afraid of heights

but if this guy Johnny was daring you,

something about him made you want to prove him wrong

“Race you to the coaster!”

and he ran off, leaving you in the dust

“I bet $5 he doesn’t know where he’s going.”

about an hour later, you and Johnny rode about 4 roller coasters

laughing until you cried

and screaming at the top of your lungs in absolute joy

but the slightly older teen at your side was having the time of his life too

for a completely different reason

his mind went blank when you held his hand tight as the ride was climbing to the top

he couldn’t contain his smile when you tugged him along to another ride and told him,

“Johnny we have to ride this one, It’s going to be even better than the last.”

you met up with the other boys to eat some of the food you snuck in

ngl y’all every time i went to six flags they don’t allow outside food in?????

none of you were tired yet, and spent another 3 hours at the park

You and Johnny found yourselves near the boardwalk part

It came to a surprise that he was the one tugging you along

you played all of the typical games people play

whack-a-mole

milk bottle

balloon bust

ring toss

roll-a-ball

that game where you have to shoot water in a hole to blow up the balloon

even managed to win your shaggy haired companion a stuffy

“it’s so pretty at night, isn’t it?”

you asked as he carried you on his back,

since you were complaining about your feet hurting

the lights of the carousel and the boardwalk together was so beautiful

you sat down near the big fountain in the middle, waiting for the other to make their way back

you chatted on and on about the amusement park

adored by the way his eyes seem to disappear when he laughed with you

and when you made your way back home, the conversation continued in the car too

you sung songs together and even managed to get on your brothers’ good side

surprise number 826363 of the night;

johnny could sing

You all sang your hearts out to Beyonce’s If I were a Boy, and TVXQ’s Mirotic

He couldn’t remember a time where he had so much fun in one day

so it was absolutely devastating when you pulled up to his house

“I guess this is it huh?”

he was so nervous, omg

he didn’t want to leave like that

shit, he spent the whole day having fun with an amazing person

he couldn’t believe he had to walk back in his house

and go on in life to only have this day as a memory

to lay at night and-

“You want my number, or...?”

you stifled a girlish giggle when he fumbled with his phone in his hand

you quickly opened up his contacts and added your name

with a little “<3″ at the end ‘cause you had to

you handed him back his phone and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers brushing against yours

your initial confidence soon left and all that was left was suffocating awkwardness

god he really wanted to say something

but he just had to be a nervous

even if you both were pressed against each other on those roller coasters

“uh... I had a lot of fun with you- with everyone I mean, today, by the way,” he forced the words out

he could hear how nervous and shaky he was, but you could see his eyes held sincerity

“Yeah, so did I.”

you stared at him with a small smile on your face

shifting in place under the weight of his strong gaze

HONK!

you both jumped at the sound of the car honking obnoxiously

“Damn where is the knife ‘cause this tension is THICK”

“How do you even know what tension is, aren’t you like, 6?”

you snorted at johnny’s comeback and shook your head in amusement

“I should get going before they try and drive the car down the street”

you subconsciously put your hands in your back pockets and slowly back track towards the car

“Hey, y/n!”

just as you were getting in the front seat, you whip your head in his direction looking at him expectantly

“Maybe next time you won’t actually be scared.”

he sent a giddy grin your way before closing the front door

leaving you in the drivers seat with tingles throughout your body

and a grin on your face that you couldn’t wipe away even as you bid your parents good night

you toppled on your bed in a fit of giggles as you hug your phone to your chest

take a shot from every time i type giggles

“omg is he asking me out on a date?” you couldn’t help but ask aloud

suddenly, your phone chimes with a new message

your phone drops on your bed from your excitement

you already knew who it was from

you quickly opened the message and didn’t stop your eyes from rolling all the way to the back of your head

save me in your phone as ‘youngHOE’ ;)

he never failed to make you laugh

#:') cries #johnny #johnny suh #nct #nct127 #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct headcanons #nct 127 fluff #nct127 fluff #johnny headcanon #johnny fanfic #kpop headcanon #nct fanfic #work by seulgiology #johnny soft hours #johnny be mine juseyo :333

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