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whyse7vn · 11 months

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I’M SORRY -

[ ot7 x reader ]

JUNGKOOK -

jk: i’m sorry

jk: didn’t mean to make you upset :(

i hope i die

i should get jumped

barely survive

be on life support until i’m 50

and when i wake up die from the most painful heart attack recorded

i hope no one attends my funeral and i’m publicly and privately made fun of even after i’ve passed

hope my parents are ashamed and i hope that whenever the name jungkook is said people feel sick to their stomachs

i’m gonna throw up

gonna choke myself to death

i have the tightest grip on my throat rn

i’m going red

it’s fading to black

i’m sorry i wasn’t being a good boyfriend

tell bam that his dad was an asshole who didn’t deserve any rights

don’t even let him remember me as his father

i don’t deserve that title

i don’t deserve anything

not after what i did

burn all my clothes

delete all my pictures

tear my face off all posters

cross my name off all paperwork

i am not worthy of anything

y/n: shut up

jk: i’m sorry

y/n: i can tell

jk: i didn’t mean it

y/n: i forgive you

jk: really?

y/n: yeah

jk: do you really or are joking?

if ur joking it’s not a funny joke

y/n: you can come back home now

jk: really 🥺?

y/n: don’t ever use that emoji again

jk: sorry

i’m coming

omw

i love you

this is so great

y/n: you’re so dramatic

jk: i’m sorry

y/n: stop apologising

jk: sorry

i mean

love u

y/n: hurry up

jk: 🏃‍♂️

SEOKJIN -

jin: can you talk to me now

hey

i’m going to kms and it gonna be all your fault if you don’t reply to me

y/n: record it

jin: hey loml 😘😘❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗

WAIT WTF

THATS SO SICK?/?:£:££.&.&.&&.

y/n: what do you want?

jin: i love you ❤️💓🩷

y/n: bye

jin: WAITTTT :(((((((((((((((

pls

y/n: what

jin: i’m outside 🤭🤗❤️

y/n: stay outside

jin: am i a dog?????

DON’T ANSWER THAT

anyways

i’ve come to see you princess 😘❤️‍🔥

y/n: gross

go home

jin: i am home 🥺

y/n: ur at MY home

jin: tu casa es mi casa 😚

y/n: that is not how that phrase goes

jin: let me inside pookie it’s cold 😍

y/n: you should have a key if it’s ur house

jin: LET ME IN IM TRYING SOSOSOSO HARD

FUCK YOU

ITS COLD

MY HAIR IS WET

IM DISTRESSED

LET ME INNNNNNNN

y/n: it took you 3 minutes

to be an asshole again

jin: :((((

i really tried that time

i can’t help it

this is real this is me

i was born this way

you can’t change me

ur the asshole if we think about it why are you trying to change people?? let the world know you LOSER

y/n: fyi you can stay outside

jin: PLS NOOOO PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

y/n: “pls” doesn’t really sound like sorry to me…

jin: I SAID IM SORRY

I DIDN’T MEAN TO SHOUTT

IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYY

i love you

this is kinda sadistic if you think about it

didn’t know you was a freak like that bae

it’s okay i kinda like it

how about you let me in now

or do you want me to beg more???

pls oh plsssss let me in 🥺

i’ll never be mean again i promise 😇

pls 😚

hello??

babe??????

fr this isn’t funny

hello

HELLO

OPEN THE DOOR PLS

HELLLOOOO

OMH

HELLLLO

pls

i’m fr sorry

i mean it like genuinely

hello

…

okay let’s stop now

…………..

HELLLLO

fuck you

HOSEOK -

hobi: this fighting stuff kinda boring now

….

hello

i’m sorry

BOOOO

:(((

y/n: you can’t just walk out the house mid argument

hobi: in my defence u were being mean

y/n: so were you???

hobi: ??

y/n: be honest are you fr gonna just leave like that when things get hard?

hobi: i mean i might

y/n: …

hobi: things were pretty hard

y/n: AS MAN OF THE HOUSE YOU SHOULD OF GOT RID OF THE SPIDER

hobi: AS A FEMINIST I LEFT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF IT TO HELP YOU FEEL EMPOWERED

y/n: fuck you don’t come home

hobi: i would never lie to u bae 🙏🏼

and i would never suppress a moment for a woman to feel empowered

y/n: don’t actually fucking speak to me

hobi: ily

cheer up baby cheer up baby

y/n: picked the wrong member

jungkook would of helped me

hobi: omg????????

are you fr?

y/n: would never lie to you bae 🙏🏽

hobi: ….

JIMIN -

jimin:

y/n: ???

jimin: are you still mad at me?

y/n: yes jimin wtf

jimin: do you want to have sex?

y/n: yes jimin wtf

jimin: love you

y/n: whatever

jimin: say it back

y/n: i won’t

jimin: you will

y/n: definitely will not

jimin: i’ll sing for you

y/n: no thanks

jimin: no thanks?

y/n: no thanks.

jimin: you say that like i’m bad at singing

y/n: eh

jimin: eh?

y/n: eh.

jimin: i won’t have sex with you

y/n: aw man

jimin: don’t sound too sad

y/n: ok

jimin: you should be

y/n: i’m not

jimin: i go crazy in bed yk?

y/n: that is the ugliest thing you have ever said to me

jimin: if ur not in love with me just say that

y/n: i won’t

jimin: so ur IN love with me is what i’m hearing

y/n: ur not hearing anything cuz we are messaging rn

jimin: can you just tell me you love me like a normal person?

y/n: you don’t deserve it

jimin: okay maybe that’s true

but you should do it just once

pretty pls with a cherry on top 🥺

y/n: i’ll punch you

jimin: maybe i’ll enjoy it

y/n: nasty

jimin: kiss me

y/n: where are you?

jimin: ur really gonna kiss me?

y/n: ur talking long to tell me where you are so ig i’m not

jimin: joon’s studio

y/n: maybe i’m omw

jimin: ur so in love with me it’s kinda gross 🤭

YOONGI -

yoongi: :3

y/n: die tbh

yoongi: :3

y/n: your stupid faces mean nothing to me

yoongi: :3

y/n: …

yoongi: :33333

y/n: i hate you

yoongi: :Ɛ

y/n: ew wtf how did you do that

yoongi: Ɛ:

y/n: stop omg

yoongi: i’m sorry :3

y/n: cool

yoongi: i’m fr :3

y/n: idc :3

yoongi: you used the face :3

ur not mad :3

y/n: ur logic is wrong

yoongi: bring the face back :3

and it’s not logic it’s common sense :3

y/n: ur wrong

yoongi: never been wrong a day in my life :3

y/n: that’s crazy

so when you shouted at me for no reason you weren’t in the wrong?

good to know

yoongi: okay i never said that :3

y/n: but you did

yoongi: ur being annoying :3

y/n: fuck you

DID YOU JUST SEND ME 10K?????????

yoongi: did i? :3

y/n: you can’t just buy my forgiveness

yoongi: i can’t? :3

y/n: this is not how relationships work yoongi

yoongi: this is how our relationship works :3

y/n: no it’s not

STOP SENDING ME MONEY OMG?:£:£:’

yoongi: :3

y/n: you are still not forgiven leave me alone

yoongi: unforgiven i’m a villain :3

y/n: SEND ANOTHER 10k AND UR GETTING BLOCKED

yoongi: ur making me real upset rn :3

y/n: go back to work

yoongi: stop being mad at me :3

y/n: die

yoongi: don’t say that i’m about to get on a plane :3

y/n: now i feel bad

yoongi: say sorry :3

y/n: nvm

yoongi: :(

look you’ve made me change faces hope you feel bad :(

y/n: i don’t

yoongi: ur sick and twisted :(

y/n: cry about it

yoongi: really hope i survive this plane ride :(

y/n: i will not be guilt tripped by you

yoongi: you told me to die knowing i was getting on a plane :(

y/n: bye

yoongi: what if i had a deep deep fear of flying and u made that fear 10x worse rn :(

y/n: you don’t

yoongi: you don’t know a thing :(

y/n: fuck you

yoongi: do you really want ur last words to me be fuck you :(

y/n: fly safe

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: no

tae: hiiiiiiii

wtf how did you know

y/n: blocked

tae: NONONONONONO

y/n: you have one minute

tae: i am walking alone rn

y/n: ???

tae: on the street

y/n: ok?

tae: alone

y/n: you said that

tae: ALONE

ALL ALONE

y/n: right

tae: it’s not right actually

ITS VERY FAR FROM RIGHT

i’m ALONE

do you know what could happen to me rn?

i could literally be snatched up off the street by anyone

y/n: hopefully it’s a rehabilitation centre 🙏🏽

tae: WHAG IS UR PROBLEM

IM ALONE ALONE ALONE ALONE

KIM TAEHYUNG ALONE ON THE STREET

WHAT ARE YOU NOT GETTING HERE?

y/n: ur one minute is up

tae: no it’s not

can you pls care for me rn i’m stressed out

y/n: it was pretty stressful when you stood me up yesterday

but i powered through 💪🏽

i’m sure you can do the same!!!

tae: that never happened

pls let’s pretend that never happened

i’m the perfect boyfriend i swear

y/n: get lost

like actually

never come back

tae: 😢

you don’t even mean that

y/n: are you sure?

tae: IM SORRY PLS PLSPLSSSSSS

forgive me

y/n: no

tae: you can have my card

y/n: don’t want it

tae: take my house

i’ll give you my keys rn

y/n: i have ur keys

tae: you do?

you thief omg

give them back

y/n: you left them here???

after YOU stormed out my house after you made ME upset

tae: oh yeah

i’m coming back now

y/n: asshole

tae: let’s put this behind us and move on

that’s a great idea i say

y/n: you are single

tae: don’t say that

y/n: said it

tae: we are actually engaged and expecting our 10th child

y/n: you are single

tae: top 10 singles

made a few of those in my time

LOL

i’m funny right

say i’m funny

y/n: it’s painful talking to you

tae: painfully in love with me are you?

y/n: it’s like i’m taking to a brick wall

you have like selective hearing

tae: what i’m hearing is you want to kiss me on the lips?

y/n: call an ambulance

tae: feeling so much love for me ur throwing up?

???

hello

maybe i do deserve this

NAMJOON -

y/n: would you now like to explain why the hell you sent halsey flowers on MY birthday??

namjoon: it wasn’t just on ur birthday i’ve been sending them all week for like a month now

y/n: namjoon what the fuck??

namjoon: i’m confused

y/n: UR confused????

do you like her or something?

namjoon: ofc i like her!

y/n: so ur cheating?

namjoon: what

y/n: ur cheating on me and you have no shame???

what the actual fuck is wrong with you??

namjoon: i’m not cheating?

y/n: for a month now you’ve been sending another girl that you like flowers

EVERY WEEK???

namjoon: every friday

y/n: fuck you

namjoon: i’m confused how that’s cheating when you told me to do that?

y/n: WHEN HAVE I EVER SAID “OH NAMJOON SEND OTHER BITCHES FLOWERS”

namjoon: you literally said you loved how halsey’s bf gave her flowers every week and that you wished i did that?

y/n: ….

there is no way

….

namjoon

oh my god

kim fucking namjoon

LMAOOSO ARE YOU FR?

namjoon: what??? i’m so confused pls tell me what i did wrong

i would never cheat on you

ur freaking me out

y/n: think about it

why would i wish you sent halsey flowers?

think

like really think

namjoon: IDK i was confused as hell but you seemed like you really wanted me to

so i did

y/n: i meant i wanted you to buy ME flowers you idiot omg

namjoon: oh

that makes a lot more sense

y/n: yeah

you are the dumbest smart man i’ve ever met

namjoon: my fault

i get confused sometimes 😞

y/n: i love you

namjoon: i love you too

ur not mad anymore?

y/n: could never be mad at you silly

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miaunifest · 1 year

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“find your own seat!”

summary: your best friend steals your unassigned assigned seat before a debriefing. you’re somewhat dramatic, though you’d disagree; but suddenly you’re in his quarters confessing your love at 2 am.

a/n: bc u guys r sleeping on him while im sleeping with him 🤞🏼 i have not written an actual fic in so long bare with me pls…

You left behind “seating charts” and “assigned seats” the moment you graduated highschool - which is exactly why you were making a fuss about a certain Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick sitting in your seat. It offended you more than it should’ve, really, considering how Kyle spent every waking moment with you and knew how territorial you could get.

This had most likely been the biggest betrayal of your life, and it happened right under your nose. From that stupid, handsomely smug grin Kyle had been wearing since you first chatted in the morning to the way he stared at you innocently, your figure towering over his.

“Do you need something?” He asked, biting back a giggle.

“I do! And I am so glad you asked me,” you sneered (somewhat) playfully.

“You know I’d do anything for you, (Y/N). What do you need?”

“For you to get out of my seat.”

Was it ridiculous that you were upset over this? Yes. Would Soap be making fun of you for getting defensive over a chair later? Without a doubt. Are you a drama queen who lives to cause unnecessary scenes? Absolutely.

A tension sat in the air, bordering on sexual and romantic, while successfully being hostile. Not hostile enough to remove your best friend from your spot, of course. All you could think about while looking at him was about the nerve this man has; does he not know everyone has their own unofficial seats? You sit next to Kyle while Soap sits across from you. Price and Ghost interchanged their seats, not really caring who they were across or next to.

Even with that, one thing was certain - the seat across from Soap was yours. It had been since you first walked into that godforsaken meeting room, Kyle beckoning you to sit next to him, a smile plastering that stupid face of his. That stupid face you wanted so badly to hold and pepper with kisses, listening as he giggled, body undoubtedly getting warmer.

Another thing that was certain happened to be your unmoving gaze, the only thing breaking your trance being a gentle kick to your boot. Back to the point, your seat was stolen - or something along those lines.

“Move.” You demanded while puffing your chest in an attempt to appear bigger, an attempt Kyle found albeit cute.

“Unless Price walks in here with a seating arrangement, I don’t think I will,”

An exasperated sigh left your lips, “find your own seat!”

By some miracle of God (Ghost and Price walked through the door) he moved back to his seat, sparing you another 5 minutes of stress as your meeting began.

“You’re such a drama queen,” Kyle nudged you gently, holding open the door for you.

“Tuh! Not even,” but you were nothing short of it.

“Yes even! You looked like you were ready to beat me half to death with that damn chair,”

“I’m the most rational person on this team!” Your right hand found its way to your heart, resting over it to exaggerate.

“Said nobody ever,” he smiled, earning a shove from you.

Your eyes rolled playfully, thinking about how there’s never a dull day with him around.

That mindset is probably how you found yourself inside of his quarters at 2 am, your heart was beating so fast and irregularly a doctor would’ve mistaken your feelings for a heart murmur. In all honesty, you can’t blame them - he really did make you feel like you had a heart murmur sometimes, as niche as it sounds.

“Why are you awake?” Kyle asked with sleep in his voice. God, it just made you want to bite him so hard like he’s pure jello. Not in a sexual way (though you wouldn’t mind it), call it cuteness aggression. A whole bunch of it. An unhealthy amount, you’d argue.

Suddenly your knees wanted to buckle and you tripped over your own tongue, tumbling on every single word that refused to leave your throat. Only strings of, “uhhh,” and “ummm”s leaving your mouth.

Are you supposed to feel this way around your best friend? Definitely not. Were you going to ignore this feeling? Not for any longer.

“Couldn’t sleep, I was thinking,” you were being honest, truth only ever left your lips - well, most of the time anyway.

“About..?” He dragged out the ‘o’, your breath hitched.

Adrenaline and anxiety were far from new feelings, they’re considerably familiar around Kyle. It wasn’t just tonight those feelings kept you up, for someone who (literally) pushes him around all the time, he plagued your mind. There was something so comforting and scary about what you were going through. Comforted by the fact that it’s your best friend you are very obviously in love with, but scared by that same thought.

Who wouldn’t be scared about losing it all? Completely tarnishing your friendship, one you’d spent so much time building and cherishing. There was everything to lose with only one thing to gain: clarity. Clarity about his feelings, because you’ll be damned, he was so open he could be difficult to read.

You were going to say something you’d regret tonight, if you could get out any cohesive sentences that is.

You. I was thinking about you and that dumb laugh you have and how you always hold the door open for me and you’re the first to notice what’s wrong and the fact you listen to me when it feels like I’m drowning myself out and -

Your reply was only said the first word, of course. Confidence and courage were not your fortes, but if you hoped hard enough one day you’d speak your mind freely.

“You.”

He smiled? You think he did, at least. There wasn’t much, or any light, actually. Was his room always this hot? The sweat forming in your palms tells you otherwise, but the temperature distracts you from whatever words might come out of Kyle’s mouth next.

“I was thinking about you too.”

Your body froze. Algor mortis is what they call it; the second stage of death where your internal body temperature starts dropping beneath the standard, which is 98.7°F. But you weren’t dead, no not even close, you were very much alive and your painfully loud heartbeats contested to that.

You’ve never been so incredibly alert, you could feel your blood rushing all throughout your body, how uneven your breathing was so you started manually inhaling to fix it, and at some point you’d stopped blinking? Your body was on autopilot but it was so .. not, all at once.

That was when you said the thing you knew you’d regret. Those 3 damned words that had you entangled in your thoughts for so long, you failed to notice who was right in front of you. Your eyes didn’t move, observing the floor with an awful intensity.

“I love you.”

Shock? Fear? Happiness? Relief? Actually, whose emotions were you even trying to read? Either way, it was about as clear as heavy fog. Those emotions were only dogpiled onto when you felt a rough, but gentle hand cup your chin to make you look at him. Out of all the ways you’d envisioned your death, suspense was definitely not one of them.

Fortunately, his following sentence eased your nerves as fast as they’d been created.

“…Enough to let me steal your seat in the meeting room?”

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kenposting · 8 months

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You're Protesting the Air?

Summary: The tension between Holland and his client had been building for weeks. You were proud of yourself for keeping your cool - until Healy left you under the care of his partner.

WC: 1.4k

AN: i am sorry but holland is so [redacted] i just want to [redacted] ARGHHHHH!!!!!!!! n e ways thank u for enjoying all my silly little stories!!!!! life has been insane lately but i plan to write more now that im settled again :3

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“And keep the girl safe!”

“The girl?! I’m a fucking P.I.!”

The air grew thick with the slam of the door. Holland stood beside you, disheveled as always, but almost different this time. He wasn’t cool or collected and he wasn’t drunk either. He was nervous, which was odd, given that this is maybe the first time this week he wasn’t caught in an active shooting or laid next to a dead pornstar.

Half of you regretted ever even contacting these guys. You called the number listed on their ad when the last guy that hired you expected something… more than what you agreed to. You were dismissive, figuring he was just some creep. And he was! Until he started following you around.

Even though you were widely renowned as one of the best (and toughest) private investigators this side of town, your reputation as a young, attractive, easily-kidnappable female was often undeniable – and now, inescapable. Being on your own was no longer enough.

He watched you carefully, entirely missing his usual cue to quip back following your sigh of frustration. You needed protection from that guy, not from doing your job. You fully intended on letting him have it.

“This is all your fault, you know!”

An accusatory finger pointed up in his direction.

“My fault?!”

“Yes, hello! Why didn’t you stop him?!”

“Stop him – you hired him! Hy didn’t you stop him?!”

“I tried! You watched me try, what, did you miss that too? Just like the numerous times we’ve asked you to stay put, follow this car, pick us up from this spot, don’t fall off the fucking roof, listen to this story about when I shot a guy in a diner – should I continue?”

“Hey, that’s not fair, he approached me at a time when he should’ve known I wouldn’t be listening, that’s just bad discernment.”

You watched as his stature towered over you, his hand placed dramatically against his hip (the other in a cast, of course). Even at this volume, stuck in this situation, he wasn’t hostile or threatening at all. He was charming, actually.

“Oh, good grief, when are you listening?”

“Right now!”

If looks could kill he'd be dead right now. You were fucking furious.. He looked good! And it was incredibly annoying.

“You know what, I can’t take you, March. You stand around all day pretending like you’re doing your job when in reality, if you’d care to join us, you’re just staring at me.” “I am doing my job! Staring at you is my job!”

“No it’s not, you halfwit! That’s why Healy gave you this stupid fucking task of watching over me – that’s the one thing you can’t possibly fuck up.”

“Oh yeah? I bet I could!”

He hesitated after speaking, realizing he wasn’t defending himself any longer and instead proved your point greatly. A gently raised (and very broken) arm buffered the silence as he searched for something else to say.

“You know what, that’s not fair. You make me nervous and I can’t be quick-witted when I’m nervous. Everyone knows that.”

“I make you nervous? Is that why you both still treat me like I’m your kid that needs looking after?! You’re only five years older than me, Holland! All I do is worry about you not getting shot to death while you’re busy getting drunk all the time.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose and taking a deep breath, you realized it was a little absurd to be upset that they were watching you. That is in fact what you paid them to do.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be drunk all the time if you weren’t around to distract me!”

“Distract you?!”

“Yeah, distract me! You’re all I can think about and it’s driving me fucking insane!”

He paused. He did not mean to say that.

“Is that right?! Well, I’d say it's much more fitting to state the facts here – you’re the one distracting me!”

“Oh, now I’m distracting you?”

“Of course you are!”

He paused, sighing. He was not prepped for this response.

“Look, I’m just trying to do my job. And I can’t do it with all of–”

He gestured between the two of you,

“This bullshit! The air is palpable and I won't stand for it!”

“Well me neither!”

The two of you were face to face now. He was doubled over to match your height.

He truly had been distracting you since the second you met him. It wasn’t fair. You hired him to watch your back and all you both did was watch each other, leaving Healy to do all the jobs himself. It wasn’t fair, but he started it!

He was handsome, though. You didn’t mind paying him to stand there and look pretty. And he really was good at his job when he tried, but that’s not the point. All logic was thrown out the window here, he was on your last fucking nerve and you just had to tell him all about it.

“So, Holland, since you’re so good at your job, what do you suggest we do about it then?!”

“Maybe we should just get it over with! There’s clearly pining here of… of the sexual kind and it’s distracting both of us from doing our jobs.”

“Fine!”

A brief pause, brows furrowed and jaws clenched, sweat beading on his forehead, before the two of you moved towards each other in one swift motion. His hands were large and moved confidently, resting at the small of your back like he’d been mapping it out all day long. Truth be told, he had been.

His (one good) hand moved, coming up to rest on the right of your face, the precursor to a kiss that had been building for weeks now. It was rushed and intense, but neither of you were complaining. After all, you preferred for this not to take ages, as who knows when his (and your) partner would be returning.

He was back to his old self almost immediately, like all that had been missing was the confirmation that you wanted this too. He could’ve sworn he caught you looking at him a handful of times. Now he knew for sure, and it filled him up with the same cockiness that had been ever-present long before you hired him.

Perhaps this was a violation of proper workplace relationship boundaries, but then again, so was the rest of your job. The things the both of you had done were enough to send you straight six feet under, but he fought so hard for the girls that were being killed and exploited on his last case. You read about him in the paper – the same paper that had been clipped and stuck to the fridge he now had you pinned against.

You grabbed at him, clinging towards anything that could keep you grounded. His shirt was unbuttoned already, his chest heaving against your hand, lips following as you moved to reposition yourself. With one swoop of his (one good) arm, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter. Even placed way high up, he still stood taller than you.

“You know,”

He mustered everything within himself to pause for a moment, stepping back from you, blinking. His ears and cheeks were flushed pink and he was eager to continue, but thought it polite to stop and listen.

“I was never even mad at you I don’t think.”

He blinked at you again, thinking it so absurd you were trying to actually have a constructive conversation right now.

“Uh-huh.”

His lips found your neck.

“I just wanted to say that. So you don’t think I’m mad at you or anything. Also, I’ve been thinking about this for so long and I just wanted it to be right and–”

“Sweetheart?”

Your heart fluttered as you hummed in response.

“Be quiet. I know.”

You opened your mouth to protest but were rudely interrupted by the clicking of a lock. Heavy footsteps followed the sound and you were met with Healy stood right there in Holland’s living room.

“Seriously?”

You looked at Holland. Holland looked at you. “You guys aren’t done yet? I thought it’d take him, like, five minutes, tops.”

It occurred to you that the three of you had actually completed your tasks for the day, but that all seemed much less important earlier. You landed on a playful slap of the shoulder towards Holland who had clearly set this all up.

“You asked him to leave just so you could argue with me?!”

“What?! No! You really think I would do that!?”

The two of you were at it again, missing Healy’s eye roll as he stepped back outside, locking the door behind him.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀⋆˚🍸˖°⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

#AHHHHHHH #holland march #holand march x reader #the nice guys #<3

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mourninglamby · 2 months

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this is so cringe to come in here and say this but I lay my sword down strip my armor off and admit to you that in 2021-2022 I was a c!dream apologist Im so sorry i learned media literacy u were right all along ( I never actively fought with or spoke bad abt u I think I actually still followed u for ur art I just like, quietly disagreed lmfao ) anyway I mean. It's probably mainly that I was 14-15 ( insane horrible thing to be ) and saw a dramatic emo guy that had a 'fall from grace' comparing his early dsmp days to his prison ones and it fueled more interest and therefore sympathy from me that in his kind of freaky evilness he was still like "waa but I miss my friends .. and ... cat 🥺🥺" anyway. That's my attempt at analyzing why I felt so passionately abt him being a sad boy, also it just felt cool to be contrarian, I don't know but it was. Stupid. Consider this vindication on ur part

I’m 100% sure it definitely was because u were young and naive lol. But I’m glad u don’t think that anymore … but to vent for a minute like.. idk I don’t understand how you could ever find something to woobify that wasn’t either manipulated by the character and/or obsession with the Real Guy who is also a fucking serial manipulator. who would have thought.

It’s really frustrating to talk to or even see c!dream apologists because the constant denial that he never cared about anything but victimizing ctommy because he’s a sick pathetic fucking freak is just so upsetting lmfaooo. It’s also creepy and makes me feel like Hope Is Lost and men who perpetuate abuse will always have power over the narrative, both in fiction and irl. scary fuckin boots.

Also “consider this vindication on ur part” girl …. Sorry but that’s really annoying lmfao. I don’t know why you former apologists feel the need to apologize NOW … idk the more I think abt this the angrier I am and I’d rather dream apologists just. Not say this stuff to me. Regardless of how much you’ve changed lol. Harsh but … I need to stand up for myself a bit here

#dsmp #farts #to be honest this ask is a little weird guys like … u don’t need to confess to me #I’m not gonna absolve u of supporting victim blaming rhetoric and abusers #even if they’re fictional like.. idk what u want from me

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annahxredaxted · 2 years

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Ripping the teeth outta the back of my mouths the closest you’ll get to my wisdom.

Lowkey felt NFs song lyric was appropriate for this fic no matter how long it is~ antiways

Pairings: angel/David

Genre: 100% purely comedic purposes

Tw: mentions of drugs/ anesthesia

ALSO THANKS @itsdaifuku For helping with the dialogue for some of this fic!!!

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“Thanks doc, yeah I’ll tell them. Okay thank you. Bye.” David hung up the phone with the doctor and turned back to im his severely drowsy partner.

“He said you need to be on meds for about about one to two weeks.” David claimed to angel, gently stroking their cheek and sighing

“No.” They said muffled.

He knitted his eyebrows together

“Yes.” He said defensively

“Don’t wanna.” They said once again.

“Angel.”

“Davey.”

He sighed and just looked at them.

“You need to in order to get better.” He said in a caring tone.

They grumbled and muttered something under there breath.

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“Angel, get- get back here, you have to eat!” David was chasing his mate who was running under a hell of a lot of anesthesia how? He’s not sure.

“No!” They said jumping on the couch and running across the entire house, while David was right behind them attempting to catch them, but failing miserably.

“How is it that when your not on meds your sitting around and lazy, but the second you get on drugs your as hyper as a damn hyena.?” David questioned out of breath.

“No!”

“Is that all you know how to say?!” He said trying not to pass out from exhaustion.

Angel suddenly stopped. Tears welled up in their eyes,

“Am- am I being bad?” They asked crying

Shit

David forgot the doctor said they’d be a lot more sensitive then usual

“Wait no, angel I’m sorry.” He said trying to be nicer

“So,” they sniffled “, I Have too eat?”

David nodded.

“Okay fine..” they grumbled and hopped down from the couch and sat down, and ate the soup.

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“Water. No angel stop. Water, drink it.”

David put a bottle of water in angels face

“No.”

He sighed

“Angel.”

“No.”

“Angel, drink the water.”

They grumbled and passive aggressively took it from his hands.

“Okay chill.” He said

“I’m sorry, davey am I being mean again?”

“What? No your just being difficult.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

‘ This is like 100x then validation they usually need.’ He thought to himself.!

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Angel laid vertically on the couch, watching Hamilton, drowsy, fully medicated, half asleep as their husband, well at the moment they forgot he was said Husband

“Angel. How are you feeling?” He asked pulling a chair over to sit in front of them.

“Okay, but can I tell you something,”

“What is it?” He was confused

“,This might be to late, since your wearing a ring, but I love you.”

They said drowsy, and dramatic.

“Angel were married.”

“Oh.”

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“Davey it’s gross.” They said closing their mouth into a tight line.

“I know baby, I’m sorry, but the doctor said you have to take it in order to heal.”

They grumbled And pouted to look away.

David was sad, he hated seeing them like this, sad, and frustrated, even more upset that he had to make them do something they hated.

“Angel, please..”

He said calmly brushing their cheek. They looked over sensitively, and sighed and opened their mouth.

David sighed in relief and gave them their medicine, they gaged and had a rancid look on their face.

“Davey can you hand me my water please..”

They asked and he obliged

“Of course angel, here.”

They took a couple sips before handing it back to him.

Even in this state of pain, and awkwardness, he still admired their beauty and grace, they were always beautiful, but something about this new vulnerability level made him feel like they trusted him even more, even if they were married, the only way you can go is up.

They made a whine, and a yawn, and stretched their arms, while struggling to keep their eyes open,

“Sleep angel, it’s okay.”

“Oki. Love you davey..”

“Love you more.”

He said tucking them in, leaving a soft and slow kiss to their cheek, smiling as he turned their movie off for complete silence.

“Sleep well angel, I love you..”

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #HUSBAND DAVID #AGGHHH

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Time To Join The Club

Summary: Paul’s mate doesn’t like the vampire lifestyle they’ve been tricked into, and David has noticed how much that upsets Paul

WARNINGS: extremely toxic david, mentions of deceitful turning, david scratching and shoving reader, manipulating and threatening reader, dismissing and demeaning reader’s feelings

A/N: this is my first attempt at writing seriously dark/toxic David, and is it bad how much I enjoyed it? Probably. Am I gonna do it again? Absolutely. This is my darkest fic yet so please read the warnings

DAVID YOU

I could hear his footsteps from a mile away. Just like I could hear the hundreds of heartbeats behind me, blissfully enjoying their night on the boardwalk. God I would give anything to feel like that again. To be like them again.

You can’t ignore us forever. I’ve watched you sigh and pity yourself for two days now- my scoff interrupts him and quickens his arrival behind me. You’re done moping now. David grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him. It’s upsetting Paul.

Who gives a shit. Fuck off and leave me alone. His cold stare hardens with his jawline as he holds me in place, my struggles to break free useless against him. You. He is your mate, your job is to keep him happy. Just like his is the same to you. Oh? And he’s doing such a great job at that. I barely even know the guy! And I don’t want to, so fuck him to-

Sharp pain fills my face, David’s claws grasping at my jaw. Thick red blood flows around his fingers as he drags me even closer. He gave you a gift. He chose your eternal life, do not disrespect my brother or you will wish for death. I don’t dare struggle, frozen in horror of his yellowed stare, highlighting his jagged, aggressive features. It feels like we’re stuck in place, seconds passing like hours until he finally shoves me to the ground, watching with twisted satisfaction as I run my hands over my jaw and wince at the sting of salty tears on my wounds.

This is no gift David. I try to will myself into a more unemotional state, but my lip continues to quiver. He turned me into a monster. YOU turned me into a monster.

Im met with dismissive laughter. We turned you into a monster? If I’m not mistaken, no one forced you to drink my ‘wine’. He kneels down infront of me and speaks through gritted teeth. You took it freely and drank every last drop. All we did is tell you what you’d gain; a family, a long life full of love and joy. Yet you have the audacity to spit in our faces, call us monsters, and pity yourself for your own doing. I have no idea what Paul sees in you, if it were up to me you’d of died in the first hour. But he loves you, and in time you’ll learn your place and love him back. A smirk covers his now human features, satisfied that his words could hurt me even if Paul had asked him not to physically damage me.

Now listen Y/N, we are going to wait here until your face heals. Then, you will come back to the cave with me and apologize to Paul, AND to the rest of us for being so dramatic or I will destroy every remaining morsel of your human life, including the people. Do you understand me?

I stare down David, praying that the sun would rise and set him ablaze. He begins to move his hand towards my face again, prompting me to speak. Fine, but I have no apology for you and their’s will be hollow. He tsks, shoving me fully back against the sand.

As long as he believes it, I don’t care. In time you will learn how foolish you’re being and will give me the apology I deserve. He glances over me again.

Your face is healed, get up and start to think of what you’ll say.

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@britany1997

#glb fan fiction #glb tlb #the lost boys #tlb #david tlb #toxic David #tlb 1987 #tlb toxic David #thelostboys #the lost boys 1987 #vampire #80s horror #horror #monster movies #thelostboys1987

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nighwng · 7 months

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I am feeling so anxious about going to see the Eras Tour movie

Regardless about how you feel about TSwift I feel like this is applicable to all future prerecorded concerts (since I feel like this might become a trend)

I know a lot of people can’t afford to go to concerts so this is for them

But I CHOOSE not to go to concerts because they’re often too overstimulating for me. They can be so loud and there are so many people and no one cares about personal space so people are TOUCHING, and people are screaming along, which is fine!!! I want people to enjoy their concert experience!!! But that’s why after a few when I was younger I decided for me, sacrificing my mental health wasn’t worth it.

I want to believe that pre recorded concerts are for people like me too. Sometime I wish I was able to go, but I know it’s not accessible for me. So I think seeing it in the theatre where it’s quieter and takes a lot of the overwhelming variables OUT of the concert going experience makes them a good alternative.

The Eras Tour movie comes out next weekend. I’m going with my parents and we bought not cheap, IMAX, NON-REFUNDABLE tickets. My dad really likes Taylor swift as a performer, I like her stuff, and my mom took my sister to the actual concert itself and thought it would be neat to see it again.

But everyone online is talking how they plan to be screaming their heart out, dancing, and doing all the normal concert things. When someone pointed out that that wasn’t the experience they wanted going to the theatre, someone replied with “wait till it’s in streaming then. This is for the true swifties and Taylor said we could.”

And it makes me upset. Because I don’t want to have to wait for it to go to streaming. I want to be able to have the experience of seeing it on the big screen. And I’m mad that that’s probably going to be taken away from me because people are so focused on their own experience they don’t think about others. I’m sad that I probably won’t be able to sit through all three hours of it, and won’t be able to get my money back because other people decided the movie theatre was a concert venue.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m being unreasonable. im not trying to take away from anyone’s joy. I’m not trying to deprive anyone of an experience. I think I’m just frustrated that things that I feel like IM not allowed to also have an experience that is safe for me, and people like me, because instead of thinking about others with different needs, people’s response is “wait till you can do it at home.” Which feels a lot like “disabled people shouldn’t leave the house.”

If you have thoughts I genuinely would like to know what other people think. Maybe I’m being dramatic and I’d like to hear other peoples point of view.

#Taylor swift #the eras movie #disability

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devilofthepit · 2 years

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ok i am just the tiniest bit upset about lotms being on amazon. was it not two months ago gerard made a speech onstage against facebook (hello meta man)? all their lyrics against capitalism and corporations? literally in fucking lotms when they talk about not wanting to sign to a major label and having their fans become just another demographic? and like the worst part being that now these things are behind a paywall? i know no one is perfect idolizing celebrities always leads to disappointment but this really seems to go against the core of their band and like. aren’t they rich enough at this point lmao they’re selling out stadiums

edit: i KNOW it’s a record label decision i GET that they don’t have full control i’m just saying at 2am seeing them be like our documentary that has been free on youtube for years is now behind a paywall :) just as i said. annoyed me a little bit i’m not saying they’re sellouts im not saying the hipdot collab was evil i was just venting my frustrations i don’t get why people are reacting so strongly to a 30 note post from some nobody lol. i never said gerard way personally decided to partner w amazon but like i think as fans we r allowed to be upset abt this since it means it'll prob be taken down from youtube + put behind a paywall and like i said kinda goes against the band's message. it is possible i was a bit dramatic and now that i'm fully awake i don't care as much i just wanted to make a little post ok guys im sorry for being silly and weird 😔

#fang speaks #mcr #like ok i will admit i don’t know what it’s like to be on a record label #but considering that they announced it so nonchalantly i assumed that they were at least somewhat involved/supportive #like it doesn’t matter in the long run but it was 2am and i felt like complaining to my small tumblr following i did not expect #people to reblog it and then imply that i am stupid <3

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sailortongue · 1 year

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The ball on my lip piercing came off and now I’m pissed and upset and my lip hurts😭 I’m very over dramatic when it comes to my piercings. How do you think Eddie would react to his gf over reacting about one of her piercings coming out

i'm sorry to hear that! new piercings hurt way too much to be dealing with that. did you get it fixed?? i have a helix piercing and i would've lost my shit if the ball came off during the healing process. having the opposite problem now. had it for over a year and i can't get the ball off to change the jewelry 🫠

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he'd help you look for it like the caring bf he is

feel like he'd try to crack jokes to lighten your mood

im bad at headcanons so here's a oneshot :)

“Where the fuck is it?!”

“Yn, sweetheart, calm down. It’s around here somewhere,” said Eddie placatingly.

You were somewhere between panic and hysterics. You’d just gotten a new piercing, which meant it was still sore as hell. You knew you had it in when you got back to the trailer, but now the ball keeping it in had come off. You were tearing apart Eddie’s room trying to find it, leaving his room looking like a tornado went through it.

Eddie meant well, but his words almost made it worse. You knew it had to be in the trailer somewhere, which is what made it so aggravating that you couldn't find it. “Yn,” said Eddie again, coming up behind you and rubbing your shoulders, trying to calm you down. “Look, if we don’t find it, then I’ll take you back to the piercer. I’m sure we could get a replacement.”

You nodded approvingly. “Ok. If we don’t find it in the next hour, then let's go. I don't want the jewelry to fall out and the piercing to close.”

He chuckled. You were still pouting, but significantly less upset than you had been a few minutes ago. He joined you in your search, shaking out blankets and sweeping a flashlight under furniture. So far, all that was found was guitar picks he thought he’d lost months ago, some dirty socks, and a whole lot of dust. Before you knew it, an hour had gone by and still nothing. You threw your hands up and huffed.

“Looks like we’ll be going to the piercer then, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, dejected that you hadn’t found it. You should’ve just gone to the piercer as soon as you realized the ball was missing. It would’ve saved both you and Eddie a lot of trouble. Pride was the problem. You hadn’t had it for very long and had already messed it up. It wasn’t truly your fault, but it felt like it.

“Alright, you get ready while I go put my shoes on.”

He left the room, giving you privacy to change into something more appropriate than your night clothes. You changed carefully, not wanting to snag the jewelry. How something so small could cause so much pain was beyond you. Didn’t stop you from wanting more though.

You were dressed by the time Eddie came back in. “Ready?” he asked. You nodded and he led you to the front door, stopping momentarily.

“What is it?”

“Think there’s a rock in my shoe. One sec.” He lifted his foot up and angled it to inspect the bottom. And there it was, nestled in the grooves of his sneaker. It wasn't a rock at all; it was the ball for your piercing. He must’ve stepped on it at some point without realizing.

“Hey, look at that!” cheered Eddie excitedly, quickly picking it from the grooves. “I found it!”

You smiled at his unbridled enthusiasm. “Guess we don't have to go to the piercer anymore,” he said.

The smile dropped from your face and you looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. “No way in hell am I putting that back on. That’s just asking for an infection.”

“We can just rinse it real quick,” he said, walking over to the sink and holding the ball under the running water. Satisfied, he shut the water off and held the ball up for you to see. “There. Good as new.” You said nothing, just shook your head with a grin and walked out the door to the van. You heard Eddie groan behind you, as well as the jingling of his keys being picked up from the kitchen counter and his heavy footsteps as he followed you out the door.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader

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logicallyphan · 1 year

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I need to ask you guys something and I need to know if I’m being dramatic or not. Sorry advance for the super long post RE my job life atm! Also please do not reply to the post. Just anon or message pls!!

I’ve been at my job for four and a half years now and its taking a toll on me,mentally. My boss is telling me that while im doing good, im not doing enough, leadership wise. the younger staff I work with don’t listen to me, let alone him. I work at a store that is mainly for 15-25 year olds so our younger staff is made up of that age group… which I do fall into but more towards the latter end.

There is little to no respect in that place. I have tried everything to get them to listen to me as I’m a shift lead and they just don’t care and im stuck doing their job PLUS my own. And on top of that it’s a consignment like shop, meaning for 4 and a half years I’ve had to decide if something is good enough for us to sell and if it’s not I basically have to tell them it’s not good enough. It’s awful. People get so upset over things that I have little to no control over.

But back to my point. My boss has been picking on me for the littlest of things lately. Him misreading my handwriting when my math was 100% accurate and he’s read it for years at this point. Him telling me I need to tell the girls to do more when I can only put out so much stock or clean so much before the job is done. Like all this little stuff that I can’t control.

And with the younger staff not listening to me, I’ve had to lie to them and told them the boss made a check list to follow when actuality I made it because they don’t want to listen. I ask them to do stuff and half the time they won’t do it! So guess who ends up doing it… me. And then my boss tells me to stop doing everyone’s job bc they’re standing around but it’s like I asked them and they just ignored me.

Idk I just feel like all my complaints and respect is ignored. And if I’m honest with you guys… this is the worst my mental health has been in a long ass time. I know for a fact it’s bc of this damn job. I fought to get this job for years and now that I’ve had for 4 and half years? I fucking hate it now.

I mean yeah sure it gave me great work experiences and I’ve made some friends and paid me great (doesn’t anymore lmao my vacation was paid for last year but not this year for no reason), it’s not worth it anymore. I feel like it went from the best job to the worst.

I should’ve left last year but I quit my second job after two weeks of working there bc I fucking hated it even more bc it was just fixing shoe displays for FOUR HOURS A DAY!???? I thought it would be more but nope. Anyways, here I am legit a month a way from vacation trying to find a new job asap and pray to god they give me the time off for it.

And lmao I kinda feel bad for my boss for doing this to him but like at the same time I don’t care. The only reason I feel bad is bc all staff but legit one person will be gone by September. Other than that, I’m over his bullshit. Depending on me to open the store, five days a week for two straight years but then not give me full time hours (I’m only 30 hours a week, most full time where I am is 40 hours and I am not aloud to go past 36 per week at this job) and no options for benefits??? The fuck? It’s bullshit. I’m scared he’s not gonna let me finish up once I give my two weeks bc he’s petty like that.

I’ve given my all to something that I can’t even love anymore bc it’s worn me down to the point where I cry coming home once a week or more. Am I dramatic?? Or is it really that bad? I look back at a year ago and even then I don’t remember it being as bad as it is now. I remember just needing a second job for the money, not bc I hated my job. Something has shifted in six months to make me just hate it so much. And yes, I am aware that everyone hates their job at some point, but like, I shouldn’t come home crying after work all the time.

Pls note, it isn’t simple as reporting my boss to HR… he’s the owner and manages every aspect of our store down to accounting lol. I have nobody to report him to.

Thank you for coming to my life story. Pls like, comment and subscribe and don’t forget to click that follow button.

(I’m sorry for that… I just had to make myself giggle after writing all this)

#rant #sorry for the rant

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walksinlatewithcoffee · 2 years

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So I had the most killer nap dream FEATURING DREAM

So like in this dream I wasn’t a streamer but I was casual friends with Wilbur I think? So I got invited to this party. And my entire family was also there for some reason idk.

And the important part is ive never met Dream at this point.

And the party is for Dream but he goes missing and I notice early but don’t say anything and then it becomes a problem and it ends in a big fight and I run out into the yard and go cry (because somehow o believe this is entirely my fault and that Dream’s going to die because of me) behind a tree, where there are some pieces of paper that the little kids were playing with.

And I can’t remember what I found but it got me all kinds of sus.

And then Sapnap jumps over a fence and does some shady shit and I’m like “oh fuvk no I’m following him”

So I do and eventually I literally just get all up in his face like “dude tell me wtf us going on right now”

And I can’t remember what it was but him and Dream were doing some really shady shit (like I think they kidnapped a child at one point??? And maybe sold illegal stuff. Like I think they were in a cartel)

and I’m like, suddenly ride or die for these guys and want to help?

So some shit goes down in the house and I’m trying to divert everyone’s attention and keep them from noticing that Sap is also gone and eventually there’s a confrontation on the back deck where Sap gives this big dramatic speech about how it’s stupid that I’m following him into this because he cannot love me, he can’t be with me, THERES nothing for me to gain, whatever.

And despite the fact that internally I’m damn near SWOONING, I just walk out onto the porch, grab his face in my hands and go

“Say it with me, A S E X-“

And he breaks character like “A S E X U A L yes yes I know, I still feel like I needed to say it.”

Like it sounds lame when I type it but it was hilarious.

So shenanigans ensure and somehow what Dream is up to starts playing on EVERY TV IN THIS HUGE ASS MANSION so I’m running around trying to turn them off and find one that’s in a secluded enough place that I can watch.

And I don’t remember a lot of what happened after except the end where a bunch of people who were apparently doctors found us and insisted we were turning into giant crabs or something??? So they had to shrink our eyes????

And they were going to let us attempt to get out but in teams. As in I had to choose one of the guys to escape with and the other would inevitably get face shrank.

And I was about to choose Sapnap and give this big ass speech about how I don’t care that he is incapable of love in the traditional sense, so am I, and it doesn’t matter. (Again not sure where him being like that came from but it was cool and im probably going to incorporate it into a headcanon for his dsmp character)

And then I woke up. And I was upset. Cause I never figured out the full extent of their bs AND didn’t get to go on weird adventures with jaded, dark, aro Sapnap and maybe become a qpr type thing.

#mcyt

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thatkilljoy33 · 2 years

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June 27, 2022

9:39pm

I finally had the dreadful conversation with him and it ended exactly how i thought it would. At least i have closure as to why he’s been so distant. Well not exactly. We talked about what we were. Of course nothing more than just friends and what bothers me is that i kept trying to ask questions only to be shut down or answered extremely vaguely. I think i’m writing this for myself as proof that i tried. I did honestly try so hard not to mess it up but i think i was too late. I feel so stupid for literally waiting for 2 years. I decided to have this conversation with him because i started talking to someone who invited me to so many places and he’s kind with me. But i felt as if i was cheating or doing something i wasn’t supposed to all because i thought that we were something else instead of just friends. Of course, he already knows my intentions and feeling, but as always, he never tells me his despite how many times i ask him. I wish he’d be more open with me, because i want to communicate but i guess this will be my last time asking him. Im tired of bringing up that conversation and being shut down.

If for any reason I ever decide to show this to him-

You really cannot blame me. I tried, even if you don’t think that. I was always trying and you knew my intentions since we started talking again in 2020. I am upset. Im upset that you decided to play with my feelings like that when you knew what mine have always been. Maybe this is your form of payback for when i hurt you in 2017 or maybe not. I just want you to know that I feel love towards you. I don’t know if it’s platonic or anything else but I do love you. I care about you. It was never my intention to hurt you if i even did but i’m done chasing you. Maybe that was the only thing you wanted from me but that ended tonight. Even if you find this dramatic and dumb, this is exactly how i feel and I would say it to you now but you clearly don’t want to hear it and i’m done with telling you how i feel.

Call it what you want with the universe. Right person wrong time? Wrong person right time? Twin flame? I guess that will only unravel over time. I do wish him the best. This post was definitely something I want to look back to in order to reassure myself that I did everything I thought was right in the moment.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: “i have created my own worst enemy.” “jungkook, it’s a plushie . . .”

> jungkook x f!reader

> established relationship, fluff / wc: 1.4k

> warnings: talks of having children and mentions of childbirth

note: not proofread i was jus rewatching this run ep for the nth time and laughed at this part so . . . what happened to the original plot this isnt how i planned this out but it jus happened im jus as confused as our characters looks away

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“wanna know how i’m feeling right now?”

“hmm?” you hum, distracted by the movie playing on the wide television screen mounted on the wall of your living room.

“foolish. hurt. betrayed.”

he makes sure to emphasize every word with grit and dramatic flair, glaring with annoyance at the sight of your back facing him, a pink lump of cotton stuffed thing peeking from in between your arms.

his words make you frown immediately. you reach for the remote and put the movie on pause to give him your full attention. you’re just watching a movie together. what could’ve possibly made him that upset?

“care to elaborate?”

“you’re supposed to be cuddling me. me! not him. me!” his eyes get gradually wider, hands gesturing to himself and his lisp making him the more adorable in your eyes.

you giggle at his sudden outburst, finally facing him fully. “why are you so jealous?” you wave the plushie infront of his face. “he’s so cute. technically, i am cuddling you, you know?”

“no? jungkook is jungkook. cooky is cooky. and jungkook is your boyfriend who you should be cuddling on movie nights.” the pouty look on his face stays as he rants, pushing your hand away to pull your body closer to his.

“cooky is supposed to be represent you, doesn’t he? so he’s like, a fragment of your being.”

“he’s just a big anthropomorphic cotton ball i designed. if anything, i have created my own worst enemy.” he finger flicks its forehead and the bunny falls from the ground, even rolling away a few times.

you hold back your laugh, feeling the pain of it in your abs. “jungkook, it’s a plushie…”

“it’s a monster! look at its eyebrows. and the smile. he’s mocking me.”

“for what?”

“for successfully stealing away my girlfriend in two weeks!”

you giggle loudly, using one hand to squish his cheeks and make his lips pucker. “god, you’re so stupid.”

he glares at you, but makes no move to escape your hold or fight back.

“don’t be jealous of your own child!”

his expression softens slightly, leaning further into your touch he missed terribly. “i’ll be such a petty dad.”

“true,” you comb your fingers through his hair fondly, smiling at him. “also will be the coolest dad in the universe.”

“do you really want children?”

his question catches you off guard.

“do you?”

“honestly?” he frowns. “i don’t think so, not really.” he shakes his head, strands of hair falling over his eyes to kiss them softly.

his next words surprise you even more. “of course, i’ll respect your decision. it’s just- how do i say this? you’ll be pushing out a human body from your own human body. i don’t think i can bear to ever witness you experience that degree of pain.”

his shaking eyes looking at you with emotions you can’t name, but your heart clenches at the sight nonetheless.

“well, that took a sharp turn.” you breathe out, opting to sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck to provide and receive warmth. “yeah, to be honest, when i imagine the future i don’t really see kids. i have never really considered them, but being a woman, it sort of feels like set on stone, you know? since i have a uterus and all. so i thought you wanted them, because you’re good with kids too.”

you press a kiss on his cheek, a teasing smile on your lips.

“you get all smiley around them, don’t you know?”

“i know,” he scrunches his nose, his own thoughts making him giddy. “but i’m more fond of them in an uncle point of view. we can be that cool couple who owns cool pets all the kids look forward to seeing during the holidays.”

the thing with jungkook is, it’s not difficult to say whether he’s being sincere or not. there are a lot of dead giveaways when he lies, even ones that he’s not aware of that you know all too well. the sparkly eyes and dreamy smile of his right now tell you a lot.

“i don’t mind that. the only responsibility that comes with it is wrapping presents and we treat that as bonding time.”

“right?! this is why we’re together. we’re totally on the same wavelength.”

he looks overjoyed, so you bite your tongue when all the times he said that opposites attract when you end up being on the different sides of the spectrum regarding certain topics surface on your mind.

“you sound more scared of childbirth more than me.” you tease him.

“are you not scared?” he looks at you as if you grew two more heads, and it only makes you feel more endeared.

“i had to watch a labor for a class project once. i felt sick for days. but like i said, it doesn’t come to mind that much. i always think that ah, if that time ever comes, it’s still far away so… i’ll just cross the bridge when i get there.”

he starts playing with your hair as he speaks his mind, looking at you every now and then. “baby, just seeing you in pain during your period makes me so sad. and besides that, you get sick often. you’re my baby. what if something goes wrong and i lose you? that scares the shit out of me.” he noses at your neck, breathing out after being vulnerable about one of his biggest fears.

“have you been thinking of this for a while?”

“maybe,” he mumbles. “being like this forever, it doesn’t sound so bad, right?”

the confession that jungkook wants to spend the rest of his life with you makes you all warm and giddy inside. “it sounds like paradise if you ask me.”

“yah, never get tired of me, okay?”

“you don’t need to worry about that, baby.” you lean your forehead against his. “every moment spent with you is the most beautiful moment of my life.”

“like right now?” he presses his lips on yours lovingly, staying for a few seconds before moving to your cheek.

“like right now.”

he graces you with a smile, and you can’t help but to carress his dimple with your thumb.

“we can consider adoption, if the time comes that we decide that we actually want a kid. or kids.”

“hm, sure. i was gonna say.”

you feel his hand sneak into your shirt and gently stroke the curve of your waist.

“you were just whining over cooky, how did we end up with this conversation?” you can’t help but to laugh again, relieved that you discussed something that has been bothering jungkook and amused how you arrived at the topic.

“i don’t know either.” he breathes out a laugh, glancing at the television screen. “but the main character is pregnant, so…”

you gasp, following his eyes. “no, she’s not?!”

“yes, she is. the signs are all there!” he gestures wildly at the screen, telling you about how it’s the big secret the movie has been teasing for the past hour and a half. you listen to him in disbelief, blinking rapidly.

“that’s the secret?” you ask, flabbergasted and convinced by his theory. “that sounds so anticlimactic. you just made me hate the movie before we even finished it!”

he shrugs and picks up the remote to press play. “we should finish it to confirm that i’m right.”

“this movie is so stupid.”

“you’re the one who chose it.” he snickers.

“and you agreed to it!”

“that’s me being a lovely boyfriend.”

“more like a boyfriend who wastes our time by giving out spoilers.” you frown, rolling your eyes at the cheerful boy beside you.

“being with you or without you is how i measure my time, so it is never wasted.”

a boyfriend who makes your heart do somersaults.

you grow silent after that.

“she was too stunned to speak.”

you can’t help but to put your hand over your forehead. “fuck you, jungkook. you always know how to ruin the mood.”

his laughs only get louder as he sees the cooky plushie face down on the floor, long forgotten.

and you end up cursing and crying at how the secret was revealed anyway, tissue covering up most of your face as he holds you and thinks about how you are his favorite person in the world.

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note: i didnt know how to end this i am extremely sorry . :[

#jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #jungkook one shot #bts scenario #bts fluff #jungkook x you

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

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

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

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

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

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

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

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

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

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

*SLAM* *click!*

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

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

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

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

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

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

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

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

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

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

“Hey!-“

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

“Katsu-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have I done?”

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

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

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