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bakuhoes-dumbass · 3 years

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Aberration - Chapter 3

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 2.8k

A/N: Third chap, here we go! It’ll start picking up soon. I know there isn’t much ‘horror’ rn, but it will get there, I promise. Also, I’m sorry Tamaki’s part is a bit longer than Hawks. I just adore Tamaki so much and he deserves the world and lots of hugs and kithes.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing. More to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist

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"Good afternoon Mr. Keigo, my name is Y/N and I'll-" You look up from your notes to see a half naked man with blonde hair and bright red bird wings lounging on his bed. Your jaw drops and you hold your clipboard up in front of your suddenly heated face.

Keigo looks over to you with his brows raised. "Well well, looks like we've got ourselves a new baby bird. How…" The handsome man's lips turn up into a cocky smirk.

"...interesting."

You peek over your clipboard to see his cocky smirk and hide your eyes again. "Keigo, would you please put on a shirt?"

He chuckles and wiggles his eyebrows. "What, too embarrassed to look at me, baby bird? I'll tell you what. You tell me who you are, and if you're single, and I'll cover myself."

"My name is Y/N. I'm the newest scientist in this facility, here to observe you, hoping it helps to find a cure. And there is no need for you to know my relationship status."

"Ah, ah, ah. If you don't tell me, you'll have to do this interview while gazing at my gorgeous body." You hear the cockiness in his voice.

"I swear to fu- fine, yes I'm currently happily single. Now, please put your shirt on." You mumble under your breath, "this is so inappropriate."

After a minute of rustling, Keigo leans back onto his bed. "Okay, my single baby bird. I'm all covered up for you."

You lower your clipboard just below your eyes to make sure, seeing the smirking bird man lounging on his bed with a shirt on. You finally lower your clipboard all the way before giving a curt nod. Making your way to the desk chair, you smile at the man.

"Thank you, Keigo. As I said before, my name is Y/N and I'm here to get to know you."

He snickers, "well, I'm here to answer any questions you have for me, baby bird. Fire away."

You sigh and open your notebook. "Must you call me such a name?"

"Awe, do you not like when I call you that?"

Sighing once more, you decide to just move on. You know you'll end up going in circles. "Please state your full name, age and date of birth for me."

"My name is Keigo Takami. I'm 28 years old. My birthday is December 28th." He paused to let you write that down before opening his mouth again. "Did you need my star sign and my relationship status? Well, I'm a Capricorn and I am definitely sin-"

"Nope, that's enough." You cut him off before he could ramble on even more. "Now, can you tell me what your quirk is exactly?"

Keigo blinks before turning around, the chains on his ankles clanking against the bed frame. Your eyes light up being able to actually see the giant, beautiful red bird wings coming from his back. You frowned slightly noticing they were pinned down, preventing him from being able to use them.

"Does that hurt? Having them pinned like that?" You tilt your head eyes following the edges of each feather.

Keigo lets out a quiet chuckle, eyeing you from over his shoulder. "A little. But nothing I can't handle. Why, is my baby bird worried about little ole me?"

Your frown turns into a glare and you clear your throat. "So, what exactly can you do with these wings of yours?"

Keigo's mouth twitches into a smirk as he turns back around to face you. "Well, I can fly. And I can also disconnect each feather from my wings and use them individually."

You nod, not wanting to show how impressed you were, knowing he'd make a crack at it. You finish writing down that information before asking your next question. "Now, can you tell me why you are here?"

"Getting down to the nitty-gritty, I see. Well, I was arrested and charged with Drug Trafficking, Forgery and Assault." You look at him, motioning him to continue. He shrugs. "There isn't much else to it. I'm a mafia leader. This shit happens on a daily basis, for years. Just so happened that I eventually got caught, on account of a leak in my group. Fortunately, for me, I use other people to do the killing for me. So that means they couldn't get me with murder." He cocks his head. "Unfortunately, though, trafficking and forgery are also felonies, so. That's why I'm here."

"So you spent your life moving copious amounts of drugs, forging money and assaulting clients who did you wrong?"

Keigo thinks about your words for a moment and nods. "Essentially, yes."

"Alright then." You stand up and bow your head to the mafia leader who was watching you carefully. "I will take my leave, as I have one more inmate to see before the end of my shift." You head towards the door, but pause for a moment. "Oh, and Keigo?" You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. "Your wings are beautiful."

Keigo's eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly, watching you walk out that door. His face turns bright red after processing your words. He mutters under his breath, "oh, baby bird…"

After shutting the door behind you, you breathe out. Aizawa looks up from his phone. "How'd it go?"

You raise a brow, "what, you weren't watching me through the security cameras like before?"

"Oh, I was," he deadpanned. "But, visually, it didn't look as compromising as the last two visits. The cameras don't pick up audio."

"Well, besides the lack of clothing in the beginning and the incessant flirting, I was pleasantly surprised."

Aizawa looked at his watch. "Now, I think we have time for one more before we have to turn in paperwork and unchain the more dangerous inmates from their beds to give them some room to stretch out." Aizawa flips through the profiles before stopping on one. "How about Amajiki?"

You turn to his profile and scan the words in front of you. "A cannibal, huh. Well that's not something you see every day."

"I think he'd be good to end the day with. Despite him being, well, a cannibal, he's actually extremely reserved and quite timid. I don't think he'd try to hurt you or get close to you. He suffers from borderline personality disorder, as you see." Aizawa looks up from his notes and eyes you. "However, he is a level 10. He may come across as innocent and somewhat angelic, but remember, he is one of the most dangerous criminals in this facility. He has multiple murders under his belt. So just keep that in mind."

You nod your head, slightly bouncing with excitement. This one sounds quite interesting to you. You've never met a cannibal before and this one has a quirk that sounds intriguing. Aizawa sighs before turning away from Hawk's door and heading further down the long hallway. He stops in front of a heavy door and scans you in.

Once you step inside the white room, you furrow your brows, not really noticing anyone. That's when you hear a small whimper and a few muffled, stuttered words coming from the floor next to the bed.

"W-Who are you?"

You lean to the side to see an indigo-haired figure huddled against the wall between the desk and the bed. You notice his body is trembling, only his eyes visible through his bangs, his arms covering the rest of his face. Head tilted, you squat down from a distance and smile.

"Hi there, Amajiki. My name is Y/N. I'm the newest scientist at this facility. I'm here to talk to you and get to know you to help further our findings for a cure. I'd like to be friends, if that's possible." You reply gently. You can tell he's scared out of his mind.

He raises his head up, giving you a full view of his…

Muzzle?

"F-friends?"

Your eyes widen slightly. The bottom half of Amajiki's face, from his nose to under his chin, is completely covered by a silver muzzle. It's strapped around his head and locked in place by a padlock. Your eyes travel down to see his wrists chained together with quirk cancelling cuffs and, as you expected, both of his ankles are chained to the heavy duty bed frame.

"They have you muzzled like that?" You stare in disbelief, slightly angered at the treatment. You understand that he's a known cannibal, but to strap that heavy muzzle around his head on top of chains already weighing him down.

Amajiki nods shyly, "y-yeah. I guess it's because of the whole e-eating people… thing."

You sit yourself down on the floor across from him, your notes in your lap. "Is it uncomfortable?" He nods slowly, his eyes avoiding yours. You give him a small smile. "I'm sorry."

His eyes shoot to yours, confusion flashing through them. "Why are you sorry?"

"It...seems like a lot of you are possibly being mistreated here. I've noticed a few things here and there."

Amajiki's brows furrow. "And why should you care? W-We're criminals."

"True. However, this facility isn't supposed to be judge, jury and executioner. You're entitled to a fair trial, just like everyone else. That includes not being mistreated." Your smile never leaves your face as you look the man in the eyes. "I am not only here to research a cure, but make sure in doing so, it won't harm any of you. It'll be humane, I promise." Amajiki just stares at you with an unreadable expression. You sigh and click your pen. "Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Amajiki?" He shakes his head but stays quiet.

"Can you please state your full name, age and date of birth?"

"U-um. Tamaki Amajiki, 25, March 4th."

"Thank you. And what is your quirk?"

Amajiki hugs his knees tighter. "I-It's called Manifestation. Essentially, whatever I eat and digest, I can manifest as a body part."

Your leg bounces in excitement. "So, if you were to eat, let's say, Takoyaki, you can turn your hand into tentacles?" He nods his head. Your eyes light up. "That is incredible, Amajiki. That's such a powerful quirk!"

Amajiki's eyes widened, a blush spreading across his cheeks that were partially hidden under his muzzle. This is the first time he's ever been thankful to have this thing attached to his face. "U-um, t-thanks."

You let out a soft giggle and continue writing in your notes. "Here's a little bit more of a difficult question, Amajiki. Can you please tell me why you are incarcerated in this facility?"

Amajiki stays quiet, not looking at you. You notice his hesitation. You think for a moment before looking around the room. Amajiki sneaks a glance at you, watching you look around the room. His brows furrow. "W-What are you…"

You finally spot the locations of the camera and move your body so your back was facing it. Ignoring his question, you place your pen down directly in front of you so only Amajiki can see. You furrow your brows in concentration and stick your tongue out as you hover your hand over your pen. To Amajiki's utter shock, the pen starts floating in the air.

"Y-You have a quirk?!"

You nod your head and release the pen from your power. "Yeah, I do. It's nothing fancy like yours, but it is a mutation, nonetheless. Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone who understands more of your situation than you might think. So that's why I wanted to show you." You smile at the man, who is looking at you with pure adoration. "Please, keep this to yourself. I don't know what Aizawa would do if he found out about it."

"I-I won't tell anyone, I promise."

You giggle and sit back down in your original spot. "Thank you. Now, can you please tell me why you're in this facility?"

He nods his head, still slightly dazed about this new-found information. "I was charged with multiple counts of 1st degree murder a-and…" his voice drops to a whisper, "s-serial cannibalism."

You couldn't help your interest in the subject and started rambling. "Would you be so kind as to explain how this came about? Did you grow up into a family of cannibals or-"

"NO!" He lashes out, causing you to flinch slightly. He winces as your reaction, not intending to scare you. "N-no. Nothing like that. It happened… against my will, so to say?" Amajiki sighs and rests his chin on his arms, not meeting your eyes. "I was one of the only kids in my small town to have been born with a mutation. My parents tried to hide it, tried to hide me. I don't know if it was from fear of people hurting me or fear of everyone judging them for having me."

He blinks a few times before continuing. "The town I lived in was small, a bad side to say the least. Lots of low-lifes and gangs running around. Well, long story short, someone found out about me and what my quirk was. They kidnapped me and…" He trails off. Suddenly, his eyes snapped to yours, an uncomfortable and intense feeling overwhelming you. "They forced me to eat another person, someone with a quirk. They wanted to see if I could turn their power into my own."

He cocks his head and lets out a cackle, still making eye contact with you. "Can you believe that?! It actually worked! So what did they do? They forced me to eat ANOTHER quirk user. They wanted to turn me into an ultimate weapon." Amajiki lets out a strange noise, sounding like a mixture between a guttural sob and a laugh. "Well, the joke was on them in the end. I ended up killing and eating them in the end and escaping. But after that point, something mutated further in my quirk. I couldn't stop craving human flesh." He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "A-And that's why I'm here now."

Your eyes are wide and your breath is heavy. Something inside you feels a sense of panic, looking at the clearly broken man in front of you. It's so much information to take in, you stay quiet for awhile, your body on high alert. Amajiki notices how quiet you are and he opens his eyes. He notices a terrified look on your face and internally panics.

"W-Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I-I'm not going to hurt you." He finally moves out from his huddled form and kneels instead, the sound of chains clinking together snapping you out of it. "I-I would n-never hurt you." He whispers the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

You clear your throat after taking a few deep breaths. "T-Thank you for telling me this, Amajiki. It was really brave of you to relive those experiences." You look at him and notice the fear and concern in his face. Giving him a small smile, you close your notebook. "I'm fine, I promise." You stand up on shaky legs and bow your head. "I need to get going."

Amajiki quickly stands up, making you slightly flinch again, which doesn't go unnoticed by him. "Y-You're leaving already? Will I get to see you again?"

"You will. I'm an employee here now, so I'll be the one to check up on all the inmates and work on everyone's individual sessions." You turn your back and walk to the door. "I'll see you later, Amajiki."

The indigo-haired man watches you walk through his door, longing written across his face. The only thing running through his mind are thoughts of the pretty telekinesis that made his heart race.

Once out the door, Aizawa meets you in the hallway. "How'd it go with the man-eater?"

You scowl at the doctor. "Why do you say things like that? He has a name."

"He's a criminal, Y/N. They're all criminals. Shouldn't matter what we call them." He rolls his eyes. "Just come with me. We have to finish our paperwork before the end of the day."

You grumble under your breath but follow the tired-looking doctor to his office. "You also need to prepare yourself for tomorrow. You will be meeting Kaminari, Midoriya, Shinso, Bakugo, Todoroki, Dabi and Kai. And 5 out of the 7 are level 8 and above."

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heart-eye-harrington · 4 years

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hold me closer, tiny dancer

Summary: based on the Elton John song

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: one (1) curse word

Author’s Note: hello! this is my first mulit-part writing and I am so excited! I’ve wanted to write this idea for so long and am happy with it so far! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated! Hope you’re staying safe and sane, sending love♡

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Quiet towns were inhabited by two different types of people; those who were content with the quiet, who bought houses in a cul-de-sac, settled down, and found comfort in routine patterns of life, and those who despise it, counting down the days to when they could get the hell out, when they could run away to somewhere they felt would be exciting. People bought their tickets out in a variety of ways, some worked dead-end jobs to save up money, others poured their efforts into talents or skills that would ensure them good cash once they were gone.

Very few straddled the line in between wanting to stay and wanting to leave. They could see the charm in the tight-knit community and small buzz in the streets, but something deep within yearns for more.

One breath of life in the stagnant air was art. Being able to create something new, express oneself in more than words. While it wasn’t something the entire community took notice of, it was all a small subset clung to. Like dandelions growing in the cracks of the sidewalk, breathing new life into the existing set solidarity. It wasn’t easy, but life would find a way.

The small theatre in Hawkins was never as crowded as Hawk Cinema, meaning the owner welcomed any performers with open arms; the Hawkins High drama department, starting bands, amateur comedians and dancers from the local dance studio.

The owner was a kind old man, Mr. Dave, who knew how much the space meant to people. He allowed the aspiring artists in almost every day, and most took full advantage of it. His only condition, he was allowed to check in every once in a while to observe.

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The shopkeeper’s bell chimes through the small lobby, causing Mr. Dave to lift his gaze from the day’s newspaper. A grin spreads to his ever rosy cheeks when his gaze falls upon you and the duffle bag resting on your shoulder.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

“Good morning Mr. Dave. How are you today?” his cheery expression only grew with your words. You adored him and always made an effort to strike up conversation, the least you could do for everything he did for you and the community.

“Doing alright, how bout yourself?”

“I’m fine, thank you. Is there?-” he laughs, cutting you off before you could finish. He knew how shy you were about dancing in front of other people. He was honored to be the only exception

“No sweetie, no one else is here. Go in there and dance your heart out.” You flash him a smile full of appreciation, and with a quick nod, you enter the auditorium.

He was telling the truth, it's nothing but you and the stage. A familiar warmth and excitement wash through your body, tingling with anticipation. You felt your muscles cry for joy. Your body craved ballet like it did a warm fudge brownie, and your craving was about to be satisfied. Not wanting to wait a second longer, you rush to the stage, eager to start.

Placing the duffle bag on the worn wooden stage, using your now freed hands to take off your jeans and sweatshirt, revealing the leotard underneath. You place the discarded fabric into your bag, exchanging them for your pointe shoes and cassette player.

You knew Mr. Dave wouldn’t mind if you used the audio system, but there was something so intimate about having the music to yourself. It was just you, the singer, and the stage. You were free to move however you wished.

You place the headphones over your ears and clip the player to the waistband of your stockings. Clicking play, a soothing voice begins singing. You stand, take a deep breath, and move.

The music is soft at first, allowing you to slowly warm-up. Small, precise movements allow your muscles to awaken, but when they do, they want more. As the music grows and swells, so do your movements. Arms move to create stronger lines and spins get tighter and faster. As your mixtape goes on, the music slows again. Feeling warmed up enough, you go into full pointe. The moment you fully extend and place all your weight on your toes, you fall.

Hitting the floor with a soft thud, you mentally curse yourself. You knew these shoes were dead, but wanted to milk them for any life they had left before shelling out more money on a new pair. You had a spare, but that didn’t mean you wanted to use them yet. A groan rumbles through your chest as you sit up, drawn from your thoughts by movement in the dark auditorium.

“Sorry Mr. Dave, I hope the noise didn’t scare you. I’m alright,” you call to the shadow. When it doesn’t respond, instead continuing its journey to the stage, unease slowly adjusts its grip on your heart. The feeling isn’t long-lived, as the shadow makes its way into the lights illuminating the stage.

He wears a concerned and embarrassed expression on his undeniably beautiful face. He rakes a hand through this mop of wavy brown hair, which you can instantly read as a nervous habit disguised as an attempt to keep cool.

“You sure you’re ok?” his voice is sweet, making you feel a sense of comfort around the stranger. You reach to your shoes and begin untying the laces.

“Yeah, thanks.” your gaze stays trained on your handiwork, feeling a sudden shyness under his watchful eyes.

“You were amazing. I’ve never seen someone move like that. It was like I could hear the music you were dancing to without even needing to listen” There’s a sense of wonder in his voice, its tone soft yet true.

“…. I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner, I-I just couldn’t bring myself to interrupt.” you blush at his words, standing to put your shoes away and stealing a look at him. His hands are dug into his pockets, eyes trained on the ground near your feet. You allow a smirk to grace your face at the nervous energy you both emitted.

“I’ve never seen you here before. Are you a performer?” you look up to him as you dig through your bag.

“Oh God no. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. My friend Robin’s in a band and they’re practicing today. She wanted me to watch them, something about L.A.” your ears perk up.

“L.A.? What are they gonna do out there?”

“Beats me, but she’s wanted out of this shithole for as long as I can remember.” you nod, zipping up your bag after getting the new shoes, ribbon, and sewing kit. Looking up to him, you pat the space on the stage next to you. He takes the invitation with a small smile and sits.

“What’s all this?” his words are full of curiosity, a door to a world he had never seen opening before him. You giggle at his tone.

“I have to break in a new pair. Pointe shoes are basically an extension of your body, so you have to fully customize them.” You place the ribbon on the side of the new slipper, taking out the needle and thread, and expertly sew the ribbon and attach it to the shoe. All he can do is watch in awe and the speed and grace in even your sewing skills. It’s evident that you could do this in your sleep. You’re done both shoes in record time, and hold one out to him. After the expected quizzical look he shoots you, you place it in his hand.

“Feel how hard it is near the toes?” His fingers move across the smooth satin before gently pressing on the toe area, afraid to break the seemingly delicate footwear. Upon pressing down, he’s surprised to feel how hard the area is.

“It’s to support your foot when you go up on your toes. My old pair were used to death so they got flimsy. That’s why I fell, no support.” You hold out your old shoe, urging him to feel the difference. It is softer, and he’s surprised you didn’t break an ankle.

“So, we have to break these new ones in. Wanna bang?” He looks at you with wide eyes, the conversation taking an unexpected turn. Looking from the shoe in your hands and up to him, you instantly realize your mistake, nervous laughter filling the air.

“Easy tiger, it’s not what you think. Banging is when you bang the shoe against something hard to make it a bit more malleable. Like this.” You grip the arch of the slipper and slam the toes against the stage, a loud bang echoes throughout the theatre. You watch as the tension in his shoulder releases, replaced with a goofy grin. He holds the shoe just as you did and taps the ground. You laugh, urging him to go harder. Hesitantly he follows your advice, the bang echoing just as yours did.

“Yeah! You got it!” Before you know it the two of you are wailing the shoes against the stage, the cacophony mixing with your shared laughter. For a second you forget you’re strangers, embracing the oddity of the situation. The moment is short-lived, as a voice edges through the noise.

“What the hell is going on in here?” The question doesn’t come from a place of anger, but of pure confusion. You and the stranger stop the pounding and laughter, embarrassment trapping it in your throat. You look up to see a girl with short dirty blonde hair followed closely by two guys; one with a buzz cut, the other a mess of curls. The boy beside you sits up, clearing his throat.

“He-hey Robin! What’s up?”

“I think I asked you first, dingus.” she chuckled, shaking her head. She leaves him alone for mere hours and he’s already finding his way into another story.

“We’re banging,” he replied effortlessly. The smile playing his lips gone the instant the words left his mouth, realizing the band was just as clueless to the meaning of that phrase as he was mere minutes ago. The realization came at your expense as he felt you awkwardly shift beside him.

“Her shoes, we’re banging her shoes” he sheepishly taps the toe against the hard wood of the stage to demonstrate. The trio in the audience do their best to calm the giggles brought about at the scene before them.

An awkward heat fills your entire being. You hated sitting here in front of strangers as they laughed at you. You knew it was of no fault to the boy beside you, whose name you assume is Steve after hearing Robin call at him. Eyes locked with the worn stage, you raise your gaze just enough to see the pointe shoe hanging loosely in Steve’s hand. As if scared your motions will activate another horror, you slowly reach for it. He almost jerks away, sadness etched in his features at how his blundering could change your joyous demeanor so quickly. He lets you take your shoe back, relaxing when you give his hand a reassuring squeeze, silently telling him it’s ok.

“I should probably get out of your hair” your words don’t seem to be aimed at anyone in particular, head ducked down.

“Wait. We were laughing at him, not you. You don’t have to leave just yet, it’s gonna take a bit for us to get our gear in here.” Guilt was evident in Robin’s words as she attempted to fix the awkward first impression. Her bandmates behind her reflect her remorse.

“No, no it’s ok. I have to get back to the studio anyway. But, thank you. I appreciate it.” The band nods and makes their way out of the theatre to get their equipment. You surry behind the curtain on the side of the stage to put your sweatshirt and blue jeans back on. Walking back into the light of the stage, you see Steve still standing there, a sheepish look on his face.

“Sorry about that.” was all he could muster, the motion causing your heart to flutter.

“Steve, it’s fine” you giggle, doing your best to convince him.

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

“Your friend Robin said it.”

“Now I feel like a dickhead not knowing yours”

“No one said it.” You both laugh at the small back and forth. After a moment you give him your name, and he gives a warm smile in return.

“Well, y/n, will I see you again?” joy washes over you like the hot sun. It’s a feeling you could get used to.

“Yeah, you will. I’m here almost every day.” You stare into his eyes. They’re some of the prettiest you’ve ever seen, the stage lights twinkle in the mix of hazel and honey, or maybe they were always like that. Either way, you could get used to getting lost in them. You blink, snapping out of your trance.

“I’ll...see you around” You sheepishly turn, hoping he didn’t notice the blush rising to your cheeks. Maybe if you hadn’t been so worried about yours, you would have noticed the pink creeping onto his face as well.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you

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thatonegirljessy99 · 6 years

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Longing To Feel Love (4)

As BTS become more popular, your relationship with Yoongi is taking a hit to the point where you begin to feel alone even when he is in the room. What will it take for him to say enough is enough and open up to you.

Pairing: Y/N x Yoongi

Extras in this: Lu Han

Word count: 2,902

Warnings: Angst at the very end? Not really

A/N: I am so sorry! I am going to be honest this is a filler section that just gives you some background on how Lu Han and you know each other and I am sorry it is probably shitty AF but I hope y’all enjoy it!!

“So do you want the good news or ad news?” Lu Han asked as you both climbed into his car with a small smirk

“I swear I will cut you Lu… give me the bad news knowing that I am not responsible for- you locked the doors.. Why did you lock the doors Lu Han?!” your eyes were glaring daggers at the man that was driving now with a sparkle in his eyes.

“I have an interview for a T.V. show and they gave me permission to bring a friend with me. My agent thought it was a good idea to try and keep my Korea fans but any ways. If you want to go shopping with this sexy man you will just have to put up with it,” he chuckled before blowing a kiss at you.

“Lu Han you are so lucky I love you cause if I didn’t we would have crashed this car,” you huffed but smiled a little.

Interviews were not you favorite things on earth because people always tried to pry into your love life but when you had to do them you wouldn’t put up that much of a fight. Being friends with a few idols it was obvious you would be on a hand full of them anyways. Be it when you went to the Korea Music Awards with Yoongi or when you were at G-Dragons album release party.

You finally got to the studio where you were to be filming the interview. The girl at the front desk seemed to be nice enough as she led you to the dressing room where they had outfits for both Lu Han and yourself to try on.

“I hope that there is something to your liking. Once you are done please go through the door on the left to get your hair and make-up done. If you need anything of me I will be at the front desk,” she smiled and bowed before walking out of the room.

“Well I guess we should get ready then, at least they have changing rooms for us,” Lu Han chuckled nodding at the blue curtain rooms that were just big enough for someone to change.

Chuckling quietly, you went over to the rack of clothing to try and find something you actually liked and would fit but to your luck that wasn’t a very big problem. They had plenty of clothing in many different sizes and you quickly found something you thought you would feel comfortable in for the interview. You went into the changing room and to put on a fitted black and white stripped long sleeve shirt that you tucked into a brown skin skirt that was flowed out and ended mid-thigh. To make you feel a bit less exposed you slipped on black thigh high socks that left maybe three inches of skin still out between the skirt and socks. When you stepped out of the fitting room to look in the mirror you saw Lu Han fixing a dark jean jacket.

“Oh look! My little boy finally learned to dress like a man,” you teased him come into view behind him.

“I am four years older than you!” he chucked looking you up and down before stopping at your feet,” please tell me your putting on shoes…”

“I am, the cute boots with the high heels. I just wanted you keep my balance while I put them on,” you smiled sweetly at him as you pulled him by the wrist causing him to laugh.

“Black boots with black socks and black stripes. Hmmm, I get the feeling your going to give someone a black eye toda- Hey, look! Kris and I can actually see you now!” he glared playfully as he pat your head.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on lets get this over with you twit,” you hit his hand trying not to smile but failing.

Once your hair had been molded into soft curls and your makeup had been done lightly as you had asked, Lu Han and you were moved over to a set that was a lot comfier than the dressing rooms. The room had wood panel walls with a cough in the middle of the room along with cushioned seats and a bar that was against the left wall. A man around your age came out smiling as he walked over to Lu Han and yourself.

“Annyeonghaseyo! Thanks for giving us a call yesterday. I am glad we were able to see you before you went came back to Chine,” the man smiled shaking Lu Han’s hand before turning to look at you and shaking your hand as well,” Hello, I’m Park Jin Ho. I will be conducting the interview today. So please take a seat anywhere and we can get started. Do you guys want to have a drink while we do this or would you two prefer to be on the couch?”

“I think that some coffee would be good at the bar. I think your show is on in the mornings so it would be a pretty good shot for the viewers,” Lu Han smiled politely following Jon Ho to the bar.

“Smart idea. I don’t think that the broadcasting execs would be too hyped about having a morning show with cocktails and beer,” Jin Ho chuckled taking his spot behind the bar and Lu Han took a seat next to you in the high chairs.

After getting comfortable Jin Ho went to the filming crew to go over small details such as the lighting and checking the audio before they began filing. He was nice enough to start the interview by introducing Lu Han first who of course thanked him for letting him come on the show on such short notice. Lu Han that introduced you by your first and last name before adding on how you were his friend aaaannnd the girlfriend to Yoongi. Of course this is when the questions started to flow so easily to the host.

“Ah! I knew I recognized your beautifufl face from somewhere. So tell us, how is it that such a beauty like yourself got to take the heart of our bad boy Suga and capture our favorite Lu Han? Did Lu Han happen to try and take you for himself?” Jin Ho winked as he made the coffee for both of his guests.

You laughed a bit nervously trying to relax a bit before you answered his question.

“Well actually, I was an intern at Big Hit befor I met Yoongi and I was the one who took peoples names for auditions and things of that sort. I noticed Suga was very nervous so I had the bright idea to give the trainee my number and we texted while he was auditioning. From there we became friends and maybe a week before BTS debuted he asked me if I would be his girlfriend. Four years later here I am,” you laughed running your hand through your hair with a smile.”and as for how I met this guy…

.:Melon Music Awards 2013 After Party:.

BTS had just won the Best New Artist Award at the Melon Music Awards which meant that all of you had gone out to the after party to celebrate. Yoongi and you had been best friends for almost two years now so it was only natural that you would be coming with all the guys to the after party since Manager Kim had not allowed them to bring you into the actual awards with them. He was able to get you a seat close enough to them in the crowed so that the guys could spot you in a fraction of a second. You were in the second row on the right side of them. Namjoon had even been able to talk a friend of his to buy you a nice dress for the after party so you could look like another one of them. It was only fitting that your tight white mermaid dress with matched their tux’s, so you looked like if you were the only girl in the freshly debuted boy group.

The night was filled with amazing moments that made you wish it would never end, especially when you got to meet many of the idols you could only dream of meeting before. The thing that made your night feel complete was when you and the boys ended up sharing a table with G-Dragon himself who promptly introduced you to the rest of Big Bang.

During the rest of the night you spent it goofing off with the boys and meeting other idols who you looked up to. Everything was perfectly fine and dandy until you felt someone cash into you and felt something squish into the front of your dress. You looked down in horror to see chocolate cake smeared into your white satin dress.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry, Kris bumped into me while I was walking by! I am so sorry miss!” a boy with giant brown eyes looked at you, almost seeming as more horrified than you did,”ah! I don’t even know how to cle-“

“Don’t sweat it! We were just about to leave anyways. My name is Y/N by the way. I came with that ball of newbies,” you laughed and smiled over to where Jin was trying to rally the troupe.

“No but I really feel bad, that is a beautiful dress you have on. Let me buy you a knew one,” the boy frowned,” I’m Lu Han, I’m with-“

“Exo. Yeah I saw you when you guys won an award for Growl. I love that song. Look I have to go so why don’t you give me your phone number and you can buy me a coffee someday to make it up to me for ruining my dress,” you smiled taking your phone out of your clutch and handing it over to him so he could put his number in.

Lu Han looked shyly at the phone before taking it from your hand and puts his number in with the his name followed by the nickname “big eyes”. When he handed you the phone back you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the weird nick name he gave himself.

“I mean your not wrong but cute name I guess. I’ll see you around Lu Han,” you smiled at him and bowed before leaving to go back to where Jin is.

…and since then I have been super close to Lu. It really broke my heart when he left Korea but I saw how he was treated and how he felt at that very end of his career with EXO so I knew it was for the best.”

“Wow, you really are one lucky girl aren’t you Y/N” Jin smiled placing the cup of coffee in front of you now.

He then moved on to talk to Lu Han once more, asking about his latest album he released in China and the drama he had been filming back home. They cracked a few jokes, Lu Han teasing you. It had to be one off the easiest interviews for you. Finally the questions came back to you which meant you had to watch what you said because you knew exactly where these questions would go. They were the same ones you always got.

“So how is your relationship with Suga? Do you have to constantly be worrying about fans and all that mess?” Jin Ho asked with a warm smile as he finished his coffee.

“Oh, yeah. It can get a bit crazy with the fans and all that but after four years you know what your in for more or less. With BTS suddenly getting so much more popular world wide it has been hard to have any real time between him and I but we make it work Those small moments we do have together make everything worth wild,” you smiled honestly,” Right now they are actually doing some promotions in Japan so he is gone for the week but he is constantly texting me or calling to see how I am. Him and the rest of the boys. They have become like my brothers after knowing them for, what, six years? But in all honesty I don’t think the guys or myself would be who we are without each other. They remind me to always reach for the stars while I remind them where they come from and do my best to keep them humble.”

“Well I think you are doing a great job. I have had the pleasure to speak to them maybe two months ago and they also speak very highly of you. You have don an amazing job helping them stay themselves. I can see why they and Lu Han value you so much. But on last question before we have to go. Your both in very great relationships, what is the likelihood that your special someone or yourself would ever do something to hurt one another,” Jin asked raising his eyebrow at both Lu Han and yourself.

“No, I think I speak for both Y/N and myself when I say that we both have incredible faith in out partners and we both they have just as much faith in us,” Lu Han smiled.

Once the interview was done, Lu Han took you out to eat before you headed back to what your first mission had been to begin with. But Neither of you could have guessed it would have landed you where you were now.

“You look like a fat whale Y/N! What the fuck are you even wearing?!” Lu Han laughed from his seat outside the dressers.

You two were now at your third high end dress store and neither you nor Lu Han gave any shits about actually being adults. You had gone out of your way to actually find the most awful dress you could in each store. This time it just so happened to find an awkward blue dress that had so many ruffles that it made you look a lot larger than you already were.

“Dude this is worse than when Kia had cornrows for wolf,” Lu Han chuckled.

“Wow! How nice of you! Why don’t you show me what a better job you can do and go pick out a dress for me you goof ball,” you laughed heading back into the dressing room doing a funny dance on your way causing your friend to laugh as he got out of his seat shaking his head to brows around the store.

Just from looking around for a moment at the racks he pulled out a dress with a warm smile growing onto his face. Of course, it was fun to mess around, but he still wanted to get you something nice for you to wear for your birthday. He proceeded to walk up to your dressing room and knocking on the door. Opening the door slightly you looked at him a bit confused until you see him hand you the dress he had picked.

“Try this one on for me please?” he asked sweetly.

You look down at the dress and sigh before nodding and taking the dress.

“Okay, but only because you asked nicely,” you chuckled before closing the door and slipping on the dress.

You took a step outside to see your best friend look up from his phone and look at you in awe. He had picked out a simple red dress with the sleeves being completely off shoulder. The top portion was covered in small red fabric flowers that covered the three-inch sleeves and your chest perfectly. The rest was two thin layers of tulle that covered the crème coloured skirt that ended two inches above your knee, the red tulle ending a bit past the crème coloured fabric. Your shoulders were completely exposed, the small necklace you had on at the moment bringing out your collarbone and helped lead the attention back to the dress.

Lu Han got up from his seat and went up to you, looking you up and down like a brother who had just saw his little sister in a princess dress for the first time ever.

“You… you look breath taking… I- wow. Just wow…” he gawked with a smile, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you over to the full-length mirror that was next to the dressing rooms, “This is it. This is your dress. Now we just need the right occasion to have to blow everyone away in it.”

The rest of the day was spent with Lu Han acting shady as hell while you ate dinner at some small mom and pop shop you had found on the way home. He was texting someone non stop and at one point even had to excuse himself to take some important phone call. He ended the night with you being dropped off at home and telling you to be ready for an amazing birthday tomorrow. Boy was tomorrow going to be fun. Yoongi was out of the country on your birthday, Manager Kim gave them the day off for tomorrow so they could explore Japan but the boys only had plans to help Yoongi stop moping with the thing that cures all problems.

What a day…

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