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jamestrmtx · 3 years

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Six | Dogbass (Part 1 of 2)

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"Here ya go."

"Thank you."

The consistent tremble of your hand complicates your ability to so much as open the can he's handed out to you. Regardless, you stay quiet and struggle with each attempt you make in opening it, though he offers to do that for you not long after your third try. You hand it over and take it back after it's open and after you've managed to calm yourself a little more through deep and silent breaths.

"We really shouldn't go today with the state you're in," Sans says, sitting next to you on the bench, although leaving enough space for a third person to sit right between you. Whether he's trying to keep distance due to your condition or the fact that you're still just acquaintances -- or both -- is unknown to you, but you're grateful for it. The space helps with your dizziness and the persistent feeling of having every little thing overwhelm you, from the heat of the sun to the loudness of the park and its crowds. "The tour's mostly walkin' for hours, so it's not the best idea if you're all dizzy and stuff." His irises fall on your drink as soon as you finish drinking it. "Need another one? There's also ice cream and donuts if you're up for it."

"I'm fine." You smile and stand up to go throw the can away. Walking still feels like balancing yourself on an ever-thinning thread, but you have a little more coordination now, sufficient for you not to appear drunk, nor for you to cling onto a complete stranger like you had just a few moments ago when getting down from the bus. It's pathetic to think you had to use the monster for support while going down a few steps, when Frisk managed to travel all over the Underground all on their own and without your guidance. Still, you set those thoughts aside with the reminder that you're still weak and that your health's taken a toll large enough to last for a few more weeks before your full recovery.

You sit back down with Sans and observe the dogs running around the park, some in groups with others of their kind, some playing fetch and tug-of-war with their owners, and some asking for belly rubs from strangers.

"About the envelope…" you say, trailing off mid-sentence.

"What about it?" Sans asks, looking at you again.

Reluctance causes a noticeable delay in what you want to say and an increase in the intensity of your symptoms, these dulled temporarily by the juice's high fructose and vitamin content. "What's… What's the money for, if it's not for fixing my phone?"

"For your health." His face nearly softens up as he says that, though it goes back to its usual, stoic self when he adds, "You must've taken a few days off just to deal with Frisk's situation, and you've hadda use your own sick days, too, so we all pitched in to help you with that."

"We?" You quirk a brow and frown as you think back on the envelope and all the notes you'd read. None of them hinted at the money being from any other person besides him, and it was the only item inside the envelope that didn't have an individual note attached to it. "Wasn't it all from you?"

The flicker of his irises already gives you the answer, surprise revealing itself with how his gaze widens. "Wasn't there a note stuck to it? It's supposed to be from Tori, Paps, and me."

Though knowing it's much more likely they all pitched in with one hundred each rather than it all being from him alone, you have no memory of any other notes, and even less one related to the money. Curiosity strikes, but you try not to jump to conclusions yet. "There wasn't any. Maybe... Maybe it got mixed up with the other notes?"

"The money was in a different envelope though. Did Paps give you just one letter only?"

"Yeah, but it had the notebook, permit, tickets, and all that."

"Then he must've done somethin' with it."

You both stay quiet as you contemplate the situation.

So, long story short, his brother had taken both envelopes and smushed them into one. It makes sense thinking back on how the letter looked like it was about to burst, but the reason for him to do that and the missing note are two whole other anomalies you've left to find any answers for. It's possible the note could've simply fallen off while Papyrus passed all the items into one letter, but why would he even do that in the first place?

Those questions make rounds about your mind, until you remember the conversation you had with him on the train. Sans seems to realize something, too, and you both act in coordination to your epiphanies by looking away from each other in a subtle manner and scooting back to your side of the bench until reaching the edge, leaving even more space between you. The likelihood of his brother attempting to set you up is apparent, but neither of you acknowledge it to each other. If that hadn't been an innocent and honest mistake, then Papyrus really was trying to push his brother into dating by making him appear a lot more well-off and giving than he seemed.

"Uh, I-

"Maybe-"

Whatever forced and awkward conversation you're both about to initiate is interrupted by a large Samoyed, big, fluffy, and full of energy. He throws himself on the bench space left between you and leaves his stomach out in display, likely waiting for attention like all the other dogs running after unsuspecting strangers without any pets of their own. His tail wags faster than lightning, and he barks until you give him what he requests, even more when the monster next to you gives him head scratches to go with your belly rubs. The dog's face is pure bliss throughout, and the tense atmosphere fades the longer you pet him.

When you both stop, the dogs stays in that position for a while, body left limp from all the pets. The tense atmosphere returns in an instant, and even more so when you both attempt to boop his snout. That only results in you brushing your hand with the monster's while the dog left underneath licks at both of them, once more helping end the awkwardness of the situation.

"Should we go back now?" you ask, finally capable of pushing through the tension. The ice breaks further as Sans nods, and you both stand up, leaving the dog at the bench, owner left unknown. It's strange to think you're so close yet so far away from the Underground. If it weren't for the state of your physical health, you would've only needed to walk a few more steps, past the dog park and through the gates.

A high-pitched woof from behind makes you turn around and expect a Chihuahua to come running at you full speed, though it turns out to be the same dog from before. He's back to his energetic state, complete with his tail wagging faster than before and his tongue now stuck out. He follows even as you walk backwards and stares with a tilted head and confused expression when you stop moving. Sans notices you've fallen behind by the time he's a few feet away and turns back around to assess the situation, first with confusion and then with a chuckle.

"Think this one's a stray?" Sans asks. He then approaches the dog and gets down on one knee to pat him on the head, gaining a few satisfied barks from him. His irises focus on the dog's neck when he adds, "There's no collar on him." He looks up at you next. "Maybe we could do somethin' about it next time we come back 'ere?"

"Sure," you reply, smiling. "Looks like he's already interested in us, anyway."

"That, or he just wants more pets." The skeleton stands up and signals for the dog to keep himself firm in place, complementing his actions by talking to him directly. "Stay." He takes a few steps back to test the dog, who responds by taking a few forward, following the monster now. "Stay," he repeats, to no avail. "(Y/N) needs to go back home and rest." Sans points with his irises towards you when he says your name, breaking formalities to communicate with the dog. "Alright?"

As if leaving the job of dog whisperer unnamed in the information he'd given you, Sans's words seem to have an immediate effect on the Samoyed, who gives one sharp bark once and nods. He then turns around and walks off, leaving you be. Even the monster looks caught off guard by the results, though he laughs it off while you smile. Your gaze and his own draw themselves to the dog continuing to make his way back to the park, until he reaches the bench you'd both sat on. "Didn't think that'd work."

He slips his hands in his pockets and resumes the walk with you towards the bus stop, mood thankfully much lighter between you even as you both reach your destination and wait with no other people around besides him nearby. His irises narrow as he looks up at you, focusing on your face. "You allergic to dogs?" he asks, grinning. "Your face's all puffy."

Checking yourself through your phone's camera is more than necessary to know what he means by that, and when you do, you bite down on your lip to keep yourself from bursting out a laugh. "...Y- Yeah," you mutter, words followed by a sheepish smile. "I forgot."

"You forgot you're allergic to dogs?"

"They're too cute for me to worry about that." Your defense is quick and unfaltering as you grin down at him. "And it's only a mild allergy anyway. It's cats I'm more allergic to, but even then I can't help myself when it comes to being around animals -- specially big and fluffy ones!"

"Can't argue with that," he says, chuckling. "You bring a compelling statement." He looks towards the bus when it arrives and continues with, "Wanna stop by a pharmacy before we go?"

"It's alright," you reply, shaking your head. "I think I have some medicine with me."

"In that satchel you're always carryin' around?"

"It's in case anything happens while I'm out with Frisk."

"Even when they're not around?"

"Yes. What if someone else needs it?"

He grins and walks with you to the bus. "You really are a first-time (mom/dad), huh?"

You settle down with him on the seats nearest to the door and place your bag over your lap to prevent occupying another seat. "...What makes you think that?"

"Tori and I go way back. Though we only saw each other in person just recently, we got to know each other long before that, and she told me all about how it was like, both with her biological son and her adoptive kid. She was just like you when she took care of the first fallen human. And even though she'd already had a son before that, she went back to first-time mom mode with the one she adopted, since she didn't really know how humans worked back then."

Though you're curious to know how they knew each other without seeing each other's faces, you imagine something similar to online friendships and pass it off as that for now. It'd be far too much to ask for any details on that, based on how wistful and melancholic his tone alone sounds. "So you're saying I'm worrying too much?" you ask, grounding your curiosity for the moment.

He nods. "But there's no problem with that so long as it ain't taken to extremes."

"Like overprotective and all that?"

"Yeah." He stands up when the bus fills itself to the brim, leaving a few people to stand and one person to sit down where he's just gotten up from. "I'd say you're fine, though."

"Oh, yeah?" you challenge, smile turning to a grin. "And what makes you say that?"

"You've been willing to listen to me so far, and you're still wanting to understand us despite everythin' you know about us already. That's not really somethin' someone overprotective would do."

"Move over," a man says, interrupting your conversation with the monster. He stands right in the middle of Sans and you, and he directs a glare at you only, fueled by exasperation. Compared to the man Sans had given up his seat for, who'd been limping all the way with a bad leg to the hand-bars, he seems fine; tired, but able to stand firm even as the bus keeps moving on. "Being sick in the head's not a valid reason for you to take up a seat all for yourself."

"Excuse me?" you ask, narrowing your gaze at him. "Care to elaborate on that, sir?"

"You're (L/N) aren't you?" he asks back, scoffing. "Gotta be real screwed up to talk with a guy like him when your kid went missing and ended up in that same place he lived in." His anger's unforgiving, and he hardly cares to register how much attention he's drawing to himself and you. "Why couldn't they tell you about it? Ever question yourself that? If monsters are so advanced enough to build a whole damn robot more human than any android I've seen up here, they could've given you a call or somethin' to tell you your kid's alive and well. Ever stopped to think about it? Or do you care that little over your kid's well-being? Stop for a moment and think about why they didn't try to help your kid outta the Underground." He stops only to catch his breath and increase the intensity of his tone and words. "So what if there was a magic spell keeping them trapped? And so what if they couldn't do nothin' about it? I'd be damn happy if they'd at least try to tell me my kid was okay!"

You keep quiet as you contemplate his words. Even Sans seems struck by them, and simply one quick glance exchanged between you lets you know he's waiting for you to give your judgment on the situation. He doesn't intervene, though he keeps himself close enough to help out, most likely in case the situation were to escalate any further.

"I'm trying to listen to their side of the story before I make any accusations."

"And what does that help you with?" His grimace worsens and he takes a few steps closer, almost cornering you between him and your seat. "Are you dense, or do you not notice how they're tryin' to soften you up by being nice? Bet you a guy like him wouldn't give a damn over a limping human if he knew they were the key to getting outta the Underground." He glares at the skeleton when he says that and turns back to you afterwards. "Don't you see how he looks at you? He's-"

The man's argument drowns out with the rest of the bus's noises, now filled with loud murmurs from the crowd and their unrelenting stares, all of them directed at you. You want to say something, but panic overwhelms all other feelings and any possible, rational thoughts. Your breaths turn ragged and scarce, and the world around you begins to spin. All other words you can decipher from your mind are thoughts on how you're failing as a person and as a parent, more specifically -- on how each and every step you take's one huge mistake and a piece of evidence to prove you're not good enough.

If your best isn't good enough, then what's there left to do?

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Life At U.A High School: Part 4

Summary: After fighting against Bakugo you wake up in a clinic. Sad about losing the deal you suddenly find Midoriya there who ends up talking to you. Will you stay at U.A? Or will you be kicked out?

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Main Pairing: Midoriya x Bakugo x Todoroki x Reader

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'Y/N!' You heard a woman calling out to you. You turned around to see a black void surrounding you as you were looking for the source of the voice.

'Y/N!' The women cried

You turned around again to see a woman stuck under what seemed to be walls that were destroyed by fire. Suddenly the fire spread all over the black void reaching towards you.

"RUN!" The woman screams.

You then woke up trembling and sweating, 'That dream again...' you thought as you sat up and then touched your head, 'No...it wasn't a dream...that was a reminder.'

You then realized you were on a bed and surrounded by a blue curtain from the looks of it, you were in a clinic.

'What- how did I?- Oh...' You looked down at your bruised arms, 'Yeah the fight...'

You sat there wanting to cry, you finally been accepted to your dream school and got the coolest class in the world only to be ripped out of your reach again.

'How do I know you won't drag the rest of us down?... If you can't convince me that you won't be a burden to us then you're saying your goodbyes to this school.' Mr. Aizawa's words echoed in your head.

"I couldn't." You said putting your face on your knees trying to hide that fact that you wanted to burst out crying, "I couldn't convince you that I'm not a burden."

Your mouth twitched and you sniffed, "I didn't even lay a hand on Bakugo and I doubt I would have to Midoriya. Maybe I'm not worthy of being a hero-"

Suddenly the curtains were pushed to the side and you jumped at the sudden noise of it. On the other side of the curtain was- MIDORIYA?!

'CRAP!!!!!' You yelled in your mind, 'WAS HE THERE THE ENTIRE TIME?!'

"Hey L/N, you're awake!" Midoriya said surprised, "How are you feeling? I hope you aren't in any pain."

'The only pain I have is embarrassment and shame.' You thought as you were dying inside.

You then stop cringing at yourself and looked at Midoriya, "Hey what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" You asked him.

"Uh L/N, the school day is already over," Midoriya said looking at you awkwardly.

"END OF THE DAY!" You screamed, scaring Midoriya a little bit.

'My first and last day here and I didn't even get to explore it.' You sulked in your own shame.

"Oh is that so?" You asked Midoriya even though you knew he was telling the truth.

"Yeah. Everyone is heading home right now, I just came here to check on Bakugo if he was alright." Midoriya answered.

'Wow, not even worried about me. Do I suck at making friends?' You thought sulking and dying on the inside again.

"N-NOT THAT I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" Midoriya said shaking his hands, panicking as he realized what he just said to you.

"I was just worried about how Bakugo felt about the fight!" He said trying not to make you feel worst than what you already felt.

"Why would he?" You said looking down, "I'm pretty sure he wiped the floor with me. Plus it doesn't matter at this point... at least not for me."

"...Um L/N." Midoriya said looking at you puzzled, "I don't know if you know but you actually-"

"Oh, you're awake." Mr. Aizawa said entering into the room with Recovery Girl.

"Oh M-Mr. Aizawa!" You said even though you didn't want to face him yet.

" How are you feeling?" Mr. Aizawa asked

"Oh, I'm fine! I can barely feel any pain." You said

"Well, that's great!" Recovery Girl said approaching you, "BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH WORK I HAD TO DEAL WITH YOU!" She yelled at you.

"WHAT TYPE OF CRAZY PERSON DECIDES TO APPROACH A STRONG OPPONENT HEAD ON WITH FULL FORCE!" Recovery Girl then grabs your cheek and starts pulling it, "YOU BROKE BOTH YOUR ARMS AND ALMOST SNAPPED YOUR NECK IN TWO! YOUR LUCKY I HAVE DEALT WITH MIDORIYA'S RECKLESS BEHAVIOR AS WELL! YOU KNOW WHAT GET OVER HERE TOO! I'M GETTING FURIOUS THINKING ABOUT IT TOO!"

Recovery Girl then grabs Midoriya's cheek and starts pulling both of you harshly as the two of you begged her to stop.

"Anyways," Mr. Aizawa said interrupted Recovery Girl's scolding, " I hope you didn't forget our deal."

Recovery Girl then let go of you guys' cheeks and walked over to her desk.

"Deal?" Midoriya looked at him as he touched his bruised cheek.

"No, I haven't." You said looking down again as you tighten the grip in your hands.

You got up and walked over to Mr. Aizawa struggling to keep eye contact with him.

"You came here to prove your worth and so far you manage to break both your arms and your waist." Mr. Aizawa said looking down at you, "And for what?"

You then looked down at the floor, 'And for nothing...' You thought. Your heart felt like it was being ripped apart and mix together only to rip it apart again. You couldn't bear it, you hated the feeling of a pro hero telling you that you can't become like them. You felt worthless.

"But Mr. Aizawa, she-" Midoriya spoke but was interrupted by Mr. Aizawa.

"Only for it to end up in a tie. I must say I expected better of you." Mr. Aizawa said still looking at you.

"What?" You said looking up to him.

"You took a lot of risks trying to defeat Bakugo in your strategy but to end up being tied with him in the end? That was disappointing." Mr. Aizawa said waiting for your reaction, "Wasn't worth the pain for it. You're lucky Recovery Girl was able to heal you completely."

"WAIT I WHAT?" You said shock at what Mr. Aizawa said.

"I'm sorry L/N." Midoriya looked at you scratching his cheek, "I should have told you sooner but you guys ended up in a draw."

'Was that why he came to check on Bakugo? Oh god did I hurt him?!' You thought as you were freaking out that you managed to take his bandana and somehow make him end up in the clinic as well, 'But how?! I thought he would dodge it at the end.'

"Well, it doesn't matter now." Mr. Aizawa said, "You still ended up badly injured and didn't even fight Midoriya."

You then looked back down at the floor in disappointment at yourself, 'Right. Just because I manage to go against Bakugo doesn't mean I get to stay.-'

"Next time try not to get knocked out before you finish fighting everyone." Mr. Aizawa said turning around.

"Next time?! Does that mean I get to stay?!" You looked up at him again with a small hope on your chest.

"You proved you can hold out on your own in a dangerous situation even if it meant risking yourself to complete your goal." He said as he started to walk out of the clinic, "I have high expectations of you, L/N." And with that, he had left the room.

You drop to your knees and started crying. You didn't care if Midoriya or Recovery Girl was there to see you ugly cry. You finally got accepted to your dream school and got recognized by a pro hero you admired.

"I'm not a burden." You cried, "I'm not a burden!"

Mr. Aizawa walked in the hallways as he heard you cried in the distance, 'Gets them every time.' He thought as he paused and look up at the sky, it was already afternoon so the sky was slowly turning into yellow-orange color.

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"Hey." Midnight said walking to the teacher's lounge, "I heard you were here."

She walked next to Mr. Aizawa giving him a small smile.

"Well, what do you want?" Mr. Aizawa responds with a dead tone voice, "I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"Cold as always aren't we?" Midnight said pouting.

"Get to the point." Mr. Aizawa said ignoring Midnight's teasing.

"Fineee. Remember the scouting we do?" Midnight said crossing her arms

"The ones who the staff picks only to get expelled right of the get-go?" Mr. Aizawa said smirking as he kept staring at his computer.

"Yeah, those students. Well, apparently we got a few ones late this year." Midnight said closing her eyes in disbelief.

"And?" Mr. Aizawa said getting annoyed that he couldn't work in peace, "What about it?"

"Well lucky you a student past both the entrance and the first term exam!" Midnight said putting her hands on her hips.

"That's ridiculous." Mr. Aizawa said

"It's true." Midnight reassured him

"Nonsense." Mr. Aizawa looked at her.

"Don't believe me? Look at it yourself." Midnight said showing him a file of the new student.

'Principal Nezu told me to tell you that he trusts your judgment.' Midnight's voice echo in Mr. Aizawa's head, 'Determine whether they are worthy of attending this school or not.'

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Mr. Aizawa closed his eyes and turned back to face the hallway, 'He knew from the very beginning.' He thought as he opens his eyes again, 'Nezu... you didn't want me to evaluate her. You wanted me to know that she will join the hero class whether I liked it or not.'

'Might as well add one more nuisance in my life.' Mr. Aizawa then started to walk again as he put his hands in his pockets, "Welcome to Hero Class 1-A, L/N." He said with a small smile on his face.

After calming down, you quickly went to the girl's locker room to change back into your school uniform. After you left the locker room you were surprised that Midoriya was waiting for you there.

"Wanna walk together?" He asked you.

"Sure!" You said as your heart ran a little.

Both of you then started to walk together to the entrance of the school. You felt happy, relieved, and excited to start your journey in this school, especially in the same class as Midoriya. You looked at him as you remembered you cried in front of him.

'Ugh so embarrassing!' You thought trying not to cringe at yourself again.

You shook your head and then notice you both were almost at the existence of the school. Just one more turn and-

"CONGRATULATIONS!"

You flinched and cover yourself with your arms. Midoriya then taps your shoulder slightly letting you know that everything was ok. You lower your arms and then saw the students of Class 1-A?!

"So how was it?" Kaminari asked you excitedly.

"What was what?" You asked confused.

"Your first day here, duh!" Kirishima went behind Kaminari giving you a big smile.

"O-oh!" You said smiling brightly at them, "It was great!"

"That's perfect! We were worried we would scare you off!" Iida said satisfied that you were satisfied.

"Worried? But why?" You asked.

"We were worried we would intimidate you," Yaoyorozu said

"Intimidate?!" You said with a shock, "What do you mean?! I'm honored to have fought you guys! You guys are the real deal! I'm happy that you guys didn't hold back when we were fighting!"

"Same! I glad to have fought you!" Hagakure told you.

"You have a cool quirk. You were a challenge for us!" Uraraka said as everyone was nodding in agreement.

"You guys were also fought great! I'm glad you guys thought so but... what are you guys doing here?" You asked looking at them, "I thought Midoriya said you guys were already heading home."

"We're here to welcome you into our class dummy!" Kaminari said.

"You really think we're going home without celebrating our newest classmate in our class?!" Uraraka yelled.

"Rookie celebration!" Ashido yelled.

Kirishima, Uraraka, Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero suddenly cheered as they were jumping and dancing around excitedly.

"Are they always like this?" You turn to Midoriya.

"Yeah, they are always happy about fun activities," Midoriya said giving a small chuckle. Then he looked around and then turned to Iida, "Hey by any chance did you guys saw Kacchan leave?"

"Bakugo? No, we haven't seen him since the fight. He probably went home." Iida responded.

Midoriya looks down for a moment and then looks up again, "And Todoroki?" Midoriya asked.

"He left. He didn't seem interested in joining us." Asui replied.

"Well, we don't need them to have fun!" Sero said coming back to join the rest of the gang.

"Let's go grab something to eat!" Yaoyorozu said.

"After that maybe we can go to the arcade!" Kirishima said.

Everyone started to walk to the entrance of the school and you paused to look at the school.

'I finally did it.' You thought as you smiled, 'I'll become a great hero. Just for you mo-'

"Uh L/N?" Midoriya looked at you, "You okay?"

"Yeah! I just can't believe I officially got in." You said happily as you turn to face him, "I'm really happy to be here!"

"Well it the best of the best!" Midoriya said smiling proudly.

Suddenly he looks at you as if he remembered something, "And well...even though you enter school late, it's never too late to become a hero. As long as you put your heart into it you can do it!" He said as he gave you a bright smile.

Your eyes widen as he said that and your heart flutters a little, 'Does he remember...?'

"Oh sorry if I made it weird!" Midoriya said as he looked at you in your shocked state, "I just remember saying something like that to another person."

"I think it was also in front of the school entrance too. I wonder how she's doing now?" Midoriya said looking up at the school entrance.

You looked at him and then smiled at him brightly, "I'm sure she's doing great."

Midoriya turn to face you and smiled, "I hope so! She was a nice person! She would have made a great hero in training if it wasn't for her family emergency on the day of the entrance exams."

He then looks at the ground, "I hope to see her here soon as a U.A student. That's if she still remembers me." He said scratching his head.

"Don't worry I'm sure she will." You gave him a thumbs up, 'Because I still do.'

Midoriya then smiled and looked at you, "By the way, I know the others already told you but welcome to our class! I'm really looking forward to becoming heroes with you!"

"Likewise!" You said happily.

"I know we haven't fought today but next time I'm looking forward to it!" Midoriya said, "I still have to witness your cool quirk!"

"M-me too!" You said really excited, 'He still does remember me...should I tell him?'

Suddenly Midoriya's face turned red and he started to get nervous as if he realized something.

"Hey you guys coming or what?" Kaminari yelled

"Yeah, I'm starving hurry up!" Sato said.

"Let's go L/N." Midoriya said looking at you, "I'm looking forward to spending time with everyone!"

"Same!" You said as you ran up to catch him and walk with the others.

You looked up at the sky and smiled, 'My journey starts here...can't wait to become a great hero with you guys.'

As you and the gang walked away, a certain ash-blonde boy walked out of the entrance and noticed you smiling.

"Tch," Bakugo said as he started to head home.

He was thinking about his fight with you on the training grounds. Both of you guys collapsed on the floor facing each other. Because of the big impact, you have forced both of your and Bakugo's bandanas to be ripped out of your heads. He remembers how you barely had enough energy to lift your head and you gave him a small smile.

"You're a... strong... opponent." You said as you could barely move.

Bakugo looked at you, shocked since you had managed to take his bandana first before he could take yours.

"I...wonder how...much stronger...is Midoriya-" You said as you instantly fell unconscious.

Bakugo then grits his teeth as he puts his hands in his pockets as he remembered your words.

'I'LL MAKE SURE YOU DON'T COMPARE ME WITH THAT DAMN NERD EVER AGAIN!' He thought as he was already planning on how to humiliate you, 'WATCH YOURSELF L/N YOU JUST MADE A BIG MISTAKE TAKING ME LIGHTLY. I'LL MAKE SURE THAT DAMN NERD SEES HOW WEAK YOU REALLY ARE!'

He paused for a moment, looking down at the ground as he felt small tears rolling down his face.

"Fuck." Bakugo said as he wiped his face and continue to walk home...alone.

4: And So It Begins (End)

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bazz-a · 3 years

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Hi, I am a new fanfic writer and I really love your work especially because you are one of the few writers that can take the Naruto world to a modern setting and do it well. I would love to know your do's a don'ts for fic writing. Like what turns you away from a fic immediately and tips about process, would be super helpful! Thank you and I look forward to reading more of your works!

hey!!!! first of all thank you so much for your kind words, I’m smiling like an idiot! I was really nervous about starting off my fanfiction career with a modern AU because I know the majority of the fandom doesn’t like that, so it’s good to know I’m doing a good job with it and still managing to be faithful to the characters!!!

ohhh god ok! so, I’m really new to the world of fanfiction too! I only started reading for real about one year ago, and I only started writing (fanfiction) in last July. I’ve been writing for eleven years ago, though, although I only shared it with a very select group of friends who also wrote and we kinda created stories with OCs, you know? and that’s soooo different from fanfiction in a sense that I never received ANY feedback for my writing from my friends since we only just did it to have fun and never published it anywhere, and I was freaking OUT when I decided to write this story. I didn’t know if my writing style was good enough for fanfiction (now I know there is absolutely no such thing, we all write differently and that’s the beauty of it), I didn’t know if I would be able to ignore negative comments, and many other things that were giving me a lot of anxiety. but I’m really really glad I decided to go through with it and I’m really happy you’re doing it too!!!! putting your writing out there is really scary but it’s really rewarding too!

ok now when it comes to tips! I think the biggest dos and don’ts I can give you are also huge cliches, but with these few months since I’ve started sharing my work I started realising how real and important they are: first of all, you write for YOURSELF above EVERYTHING else! it’s always ok to put stuff your readers wanna see and all (and they always appreciate it), but please never ever ever refrain from writing about stuff you love in fear of what people are gonna say/think about it! that’s the most important part of it, I think, doing it for your own pleasure and your own tastes above all else. that’s when our best work comes out and the passion you put into writing always shows, you know? also, something that I’ve learned since I’ve started this project and I’m still trying to deal with is: you’re always your biggest critic. and at the same time that that’s good, it is also bad. the amount of times I’ve tried to convince myself I’m doing a shit job and that I suck at this are way higher than they should be, and honestly if it weren’t for my friends who are also on this whole thing with me I’m pretty sure I would’ve dropped running out of reasons. so yeah, always listen to yourself and your desires, write what YOU want to write, but don’t listen to yourself if your subconscious starts trying to talk you out of it. I don’t know if you have friends that you include in this fandom part of your life but it’s always good to count on people for support! if not, you can count on me to hype you up! for real, I’m always here and I’d love to help with whatever I can

when it comes to tips about writing, I’m afraid that’s all I can give you! write the story the way you know you would enjoy it if you read it, your passion will always be appreciated!

when it comes to what turns me away from a fic... well there’s not much, honestly. when it comes to grammar and stuff I’m super tolerant and understanding because I’m not a native English speaker and I know the struggle (once I received a review saying I should use Grammarly bc some of my prepositions were wrong and honestly that made me so so so bad, you know?). I do know that whenever I open a fic that has no paragraph breaks it freaks me out a little bit (it’s only happened twice but I was SHOOK ahahah), but I’m pretty sure that’s all for me.

when it comes to plot, sometimes I don’t finish a fic if it crosses a line for me. in my case it usually happens in very specific situations such as one specific fic that started dealing with non con, which I am not comfortable with, so it made me close the tab and never open it again. still, I would never say a word about it to the author because that’s the thing about fanfiction, writers have the right to write about whatever they want, and readers have the right to read about whatever they want. I hate it when someone feels the need to inform the writer that they stopped reading bc of “reasons”, bc I feel like that truly has the potential to unmotivate the creator and that’s never, ever good.

also, it really sucks to see the stats of my fic and know that the amount of people who stop reading in the first chapter is REALLY big, but at the same time it’s ok that what I wrote it’s not their cup of tea. it’s just impossible to make everyone happy, I guess, and that’s a hard pill to swallow.

now tips about process!!!!! oof now you’ve got me.... I’m terrible at processes in general. honestly. I’m terribly disorganised in every single aspect of my life, and I’ve always been that way, but somehow that’s the way I function (under complete and absolute chaos). if you’re a person who likes to stick to deadlines and feel more motivated that way, then feel free to set them on yourself! I’d also like to add that no matter what process you choose, whether organised or not, with deadlines or not, please please please be kind to yourself! I’m telling you this because I am NOT kind to myself and I know how shitty that is and I don’t want you going through the same thing! writer’s block happens, burnout happens, and sometimes you just don’t wanna write and that’s perfectly ok!

I’m SO sorry for how huge this turned out to be! I got really carried away. I hope I was able to help you at least a little, and I’d love to read your work when you publish it!!! please share it with me, ok? also, remember that I’m always here if you want support <3

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alluremin · 5 years

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thermostat

pairing: park jimin | reader

genre: boyfriend!au | fluff, smut

warnings: smut; oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration, no protection (stay safe kids), dirty-ish talk, light dom x sub themes

premise: You were foolish enough to leave the AC on the coldest temperature possible before going to bed, but your boyfriend has the perfect way to help you warm up. Alternatively; Jimin’s horny and he’s using the cold temperature of the room as a reason to get in your pants.

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The cold air from the vent adjacent to the bed is seemingly colder than the Arctic. Even the thick duvet does nothing to stop the cold from biting at your body and you’re pretty sure you might freeze to death.

Maybe that was being dramatic, but you can feel the chill infiltrating every fiber of your being. The simple solution would be to get up, walk the mere ten feet from your bed to the thermostat, and turn the temperature up in the apartment. That, however, would require you to first, get out of bed, and second, face the cold, unforgiving air of your bedroom.

Earlier in the day, turning down the temperature in your home was a need, not a want. With the outside air being plagued with a random heatwave you had NOT predicted before leaving the house for your run, you foolishly decided to leave the windows open. So, upon returning from the sweltering heat, you were met with, well, more sweltering heat.

Needless to say, you had closed the windows and dropped the temperature so low, you’re sure your electric bill will have hell to pay this month.

No, getting out of bed was not an option. A glance at the clock on your nightstand tells you that you’ve spent roughly the last hour deliberating on whether or not to get up and end your suffering. It’s also given you the opportunity to reevaluate your “no pants in the house” rule.

While you’re in the midst of growing angry at yourself for wearing fewer clothes than physically necessary, you hear the front door creak open slowly. You squirm in your spot because that means your boyfriend is finally home.

Yes, of course, you’re excited because you miss him while he’s at practice, but his arrival also means you don’t have to get out of bed to adjust the thermostat. A real win-win situation.

Jimin’s soft footsteps make their way down the hall, but he stops en route to the bedroom. The click of the thermostat meets your ears and you throw a mini-celebration in your head. You didn’t even have to ask, it was almost as if the blistering cold air in the apartment was enough of an indication to him to turn up the temperature; go figure.

The bedroom door opens slowly and the duffle bag from Jimin’s shoulder drops and hits the floor, prompting you to look at him over your shoulder. His wide eyes meet yours, looking like a deer in the headlights. He probably thought he had woken you up, but the soft smile on your face was enough for him to loosen up and return your silent greeting.

“Baby, why are you still awake? I thought you had to work in the morning.” Jimin makes quick work of taking off his shorts, but his head is stuck in his shirt.

You chuckle and sit up to assist the struggling boy. Once he’s free of the confines of his clothes, he drops a quick kiss to your forehead and crawls into the bed next to you.

The two of you adjust, you turning your body back toward the wall while pulling his arm across your waist. “I do,” you say while pushing your back against the wall of his chest, “but my schedule got moved around so I don’t have to go in until later.”

Jimin sighs into the crook of your neck before dropping a kiss there, humming in response to your statement.

“How was practice today?” Your question prompts your boyfriend to lift his head and look at you while you turn slightly to face him.

“Eh,” he whispers. “I couldn’t get the timing down on the new choreo no matter what I did.”

You frown at him. “It’s probably because you were up on your phone last night.”

“I was not, you just happened to catch me when I was awake.”

“Mhm sure.” You reach your arm over and poke at his shoulder. The shit-eating grin on his face is all it takes for you to know that he was telling a white lie to ease your worrying. “Acting cute won’t get you out of this one, Park. I’m going to start taking your phone away at night and if you don’t stay off the damn thing. It’s no wonder you’re always exhausted.”

He kisses your cheek, then your forehead. “I’m sorry, love. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

“I know. I love y-,” he gasps and tries to wiggle away, but your legs have a firm grip around his own. “Oh my god, Y/N! Why the hell are your feet so fucking cold?!”

His scolding does nothing to stop your feet from dancing across his lower legs. You turn over to face him completely while you continue to giggle. “Well, why are your legs so warm?”

“Stop it, brat, you’re gonna’ turn me into an icicle!”

“The more you try to wiggle away from me, Park, the closer I’m going to get. Just let me warm up please?” You look up at him with puppy-dog eyes and a pout on your lips; your secret weapon.

What you weren’t expecting was the smirk that currently resides on his lips. He doesn’t even have to speak for you to know the thoughts that are swirling through his head.

“I can help you warm up.”

“I knew as soon as those words left my mouth that-”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before his lips are on yours. His hands snake around your middle as he pulls his body underneath his own. You can’t help but smile against his mouth as his fingers play with the hem of his t-shirt you took the liberty of borrowing.

His tongue is already begging for entrance at the seam of your lips, and only briefly did you consider denying him for the sake of sleep. The thought was long gone once you felt a familiar hardness against the inside of your thigh.

“I couldn’t get the choreography down at practice because I’ve been thinking about what I did to you last night.” He brushes the hair off your neck to reveal the marks he’s left you to deal with this morning. It’s not like you minded. Long gone were the days where you felt like you had to cover the love bites your boyfriend was bound to leave on your neck and chest. Now you wore them like a badge of honor.

His lips and tongue gently trace the bruises that littered your nape and collarbones, taking his time to make you squirm underneath him.

“Jimin,” you groan in indignation. Instead of picking up his pace, he goes slower, working his way slowly up your neck and back to your lips.

With everything that went on in both of your lives, you and Jimin only had certain periods of time where you could actually be together. Things were hard sometimes, and you would be lying if you said you and he hadn’t had conversations discussing whether or not you two should stay together. Those conversations were in the distant past now, your relationship on the verge of 5 years. You eventually found your balance. It was hard for you to recall times like those, ones that felt like your world would stop spinning on its axis.

When he kisses you the way he is now, it makes all of your worries melt away. His plush lips that move so fluidly against your own held so much weight and words he didn’t have to speak. I love you, we have all the time in the world.

You sighed against his mouth as you lift your hips to grind against his own. He groans in response and pulls back to look at your face. His pupils are blown, appearing nearly black with lust. His lips are swollen from the assault of your own against them. His hair, messy and pushed back, makes you nearly groan. Everything about Jimin is beautiful. The soft bags under his eyes briefly made you consider convincing him to go to sleep but as his hands lifted your t-shirt over you bare breasts, all protests get lost on your tongue.

He says nothing but stares at you as if you’re made of porcelain before quickly dropping his head to catch your nipple in his mouth. His other hand pays attention to your neglected breast, and you mewl as you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Jimin, please.” You don’t exactly know what you’re asking for, just more.

He gets the hint and kisses away from your chest and down your stomach, right toward where you need him most. He wastes no time in pulling your panties down your legs and attaching his lips to your clit.

“God baby, you’re so wet already. All for me,” he smirks up at you as he continues to attack your sensitive bud. You can only moan in response, the pleasure he’s bringing you steals the words out of your mouth.

“Do you want my fingers sweetheart, hm? Use your words,” he demands.

“Yes, please, Jimin. I need your fingers, please,” You manage to squeak out.

“Such a good girl.”

Jimin lips crawl their way back up your body as he plunges his first finger inside your heat. His mouth swallows your moans. He adds another finger and reaches his thumb up to make figure eights on your clit. When his mouth detaches itself from yours, you can help the wanton noises the leave your body.

It doesn’t take long for the coil in the pit of your stomach to wind up. Jimin can tell you’re close by the high pitch of your cries and the way you squeeze around his fingers, so he quickens the pace fingers.

The coil snaps inside you and you’re sure you’re experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms of your life. Your eyes involuntarily close as you ride out your high, causing you to see stars among the pitch black of your eyelids.

Jimin’s pulls out his fingers and you groan at the loss. He wastes no time in pulling down the boxers that sat low on his hips and he settles back between your legs.

You reach down between your body and move to sit up, but Jimin pushes your shoulders back onto the bed as he sucks more hickies onto your chest. “Jimin, I wanna suck you off,” you pout when he lifts his head to look at you.

“Another time baby, I need to be inside you right now or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

You don’t argue as he aligns himself with your entrance and buries himself to the hilt inside you. Both of you release long moans as he does. He reaches down to lace your fingers together and places your joined hands next to your head as he begins to pump in and out of you.

A high-pitched, “I love you,” leaves your mouth when he speeds up his pace. He kisses you through his moans and lets go of your hands to wrap his arms around your body. Somehow pulling you impossibly closer. You encase his hips with your legs and slither your arms around his back.

His lips move against yours as he fucks you like it's your last night on this earth. It’s almost as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies together. You hand snakes into his hair and you lightly tug at the roots, forcing your boyfriend to groan against your lips.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel the fire growing within you once again. Jimin must notice this too, picking up his pace when he feels you tighten around his member.

“Baby girl, I’m close,” Jimin moans against your neck.

“I am too, Jimin, please don’t stop!”

It’s not long before you feel his dick twitch as he releases in hot spurts inside you. He reaches down to rub your clit furiously as he continues to pump in and out to push you to your second orgasm of the night. It’s only a matter of seconds before you feel euphoria crash over every inch of your being and you’re crying out his name like a broken record.

When you come back to your senses, you weakly push his hand away. “I’m sensitive, love.”

His body collapses on top of you, his head next to your ear as he drops a quick kiss below it. A sense of calm washes over the room and you can feel sleep starting to take over your body.

Jimin’s weight leaves you briefly and you whine to try and pull him back. He only chuckles at your post-bliss cuteness, before entering the bathroom and returning a short moment later. He makes quick work with the moist washcloth to clean you both, then crawls back into bed to pull you into his chest.

A muffled, “I love you,” leaves your mouth before you plant a kiss onto his collarbone and begin to drift off.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” He kisses the crown of your head and lets sleep take over his body as it had your own. He’s convinced at that moment that no matter how skeptical or cynical he is about the world around him, you would always be one thing he was sure of. He thought of forgoing the whole fancy proposal idea he had and instead just popping the question first thing in the morning. When you’re freshly awake and have a bird's nest for hair. When he found you most ethereal.

But there was no rush. You truly did have forever, and of that he was certain.

a/n: thank you cait ( @guksheart ) for helping me out on this ily ♡♡♡♡♡

also @tteokchim look i finally posted it!!

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ppunkisnotdead · 4 years

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The thrilling adventures of a PA - Chapter Three : One step forward, two steps back (Adam Sackler x Reader)

Time does fly sometimes you think as you’re walking to Adam’s trailer with the lunch you ordered for the both of you at his request. According to the schedule, today was really a light day, he only had 2 scenes to shoot and they were supposed to be shot at dusk. It’s been 2 months now since you started the job and you knew what it meant for him to have to wait that long without having anything to do. You even suspected at one point he had ADHD but no, it was just how he was. How he came to be with everything that happened to him more precisely. Both of you had plenty of time to chat in between takes so you learned a bit about him as much as he learned about you. You liked that in fact, bonding like this, gradually but equally. it wasn’t all you talking and him listening or the other way around, no. He told you something and some other time or right after, you’d answer back. You knock on the door like you always do, letting him know it’s you behind that door & you let yourself in without waiting for any invitation since he’s expecting you.

- “Room service”, you joyfully announce, plates in one hand as the other closes the door behind you. As you turn around, you’re greeted by a small smile. He seems a bit tired by the look of it but you don’t mention it, no need to rub that one in. You lay the plates on the counter and take out the dishes from the cupboard. Yeah, you know where is everything by now, spending so much time in here explains it. Adam doesn’t mind or at least he doesn”t say anything about it. Maybe he even likes it, you suspect because he avoids keeping to himself like he does with the others. - “It smells fucking amazing”, he lets out as he’s approaching, taking the plates from your hands to set the table. “Thanks for that, I really didn’t want to go out on the canteen today.” - “No problem, you bought me lunch, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t do it. Plus, it’s still part of my job, remember ? You ask, I make it happen”, you answer back with a playfull smile and get a matching one from the actor. He pinches at your waist to retaliate and you chuckle. You’re getting comfy around each other these days and it’s really great but this doesn’t help you in any way not falling for him as the days go by. You both sit down on either side of the table & you can’t help but smile seeing him struggling to fit on the bench because of his long legs. That man really was a tree you thought to yourself, one you’d really enjoy climbing some day if it was possible. Snapping out of your inner fantasies, you start eating your lunch in silence, savouring the food for a second. Gosh that meat was so tender it almost dissolved on your tongue without chewing. A sigh of pleasure escaped Adam’s throat and once more, you chuckle making him furrow his brows at you. God, the places your mind went straight to while hearing that noise... - “Was that too loud ?”, he asks as you’re still smiling at him. - “Maybe a bit, but at least I’m sure you’re enjoying the food”, you retort, clearly teasing him. He pouts at you for a second & you laugh before you both start eating again. You’re halfway through the meal when you break the silence. “I thought that maybe we could go over your lines before you set off this afternoon ? It’ll pass the time and this way at least, I’d feel like i’m actually helping you in something that relates to your job for once and no just errands.” - “You’re helping me”, he says a bit sternly, “it might not look like it but you do, trust me, ok ?”, he adds looking you in the eyes to make sure you believe what he just said, making you blush a little in doing so. - “You know what I meant by that”, you reply looking down on your now empty plate. He nods and waits for you to look up again. - “Are you still hungry ? Do you want something else ?”, he asks gently & you shake your head to let him know you’re full. He takes the plates from the table and sets them in the sink. You catch a quick glance over before th turns & heads to the fridge to take some milk out. Adam drinks a lot of milk you noticed. He even drinks it with almost anything. You saw him have some with a slice of pizza once. It’s a bit weird but it’s Adam we’re talking about so, not so weird in the end. - “Can I have some too ?”, you say as he starts sipping directly from the jug. The giant immediately stops and wipes his mouth witht he back of his hand. - “Fuck, sorry. Yeah, of course, just a sec”, he answers, looking around for a glass but none are out so he reaches out in the cupboard to find one. Pourring the milk in, he puts it in front of you. - “Thanks”, you reply with a faint smile. This feels incredibly domestic to you all of that. The mall talk, the gestures... He nods again and sits back after he’s put the milk in the fridge. - “I didn’t picture you as a milk gal”, he blurts out and you genuinely laugh. - “What’s that even supposed to mean ?”, you reply still laughing a bit. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Mr Sackler”, you add theatrically. - “Oh, I’m aware of that, trust me”, he talks back to you the same way, arching a brow for emphasis. You chuckle but inside you’re feeling quite flustered from that simple phrase. So you take a sip to give yourself some composure & take out from your bag the script, putting it in front of you as you set the glass on the table. - “Let’s get down to business”, you almost chant to the tune of the Disney song but you can tell he doesn’t know it as he grabs the script takes it away from you instead. “Hey, give that back, I don’t know the lines, we’re supposed to make you rehearse, not me.” - “What do I get in return if I give it back ?”, he asks with a playfull grin on his face. You cross your arms & eye him sternly for a few seconds, which makes him grin even wider, making you want to slap that grin off because you know you’ve already lost this battle. - “3 questions. Anything you wanna ask me & I’ll have to answer, whether I like it or not”, you finally reply after some thinking. It’s a dangerous bargain you’re strucking youself in but you’re pretty sure he’ll be interested, giving what he said earlier. - “Make it 5 and we have ourselves a deal”, he retorts matching your stance. - “If your acting career ever stops, you’ll have a great future as a broker in Wall Street”, you say but now you’re the one grinning. - “First of all, aoutch”, he answers back, pretending to be hurt, “but I promise I’ll make a good use of those 5 questions”, he adds smiling again. You shake your head smiling too and he gives the script back. The first scene goes smoothly, it’s basically a fight between the two characters after they went out. You’re trying your best to put in feelings & intonnation but you don’t dare look at him while he’s replying. Especially since you know what’s coming next. Adam’s character goes into a monologue that you know will hit close to home for him. He explains why he can’t commit to his girlfriend, a very intense scene, charged with emotions. You can’t help but wonder if it will be okay for him when the camera will be rolling. Ot’s his job yes, but it doesn’t mean it must be easy to deal with that kind of personal trauma. You take a little break once you’ve done the first scene a couple of times, finishing your glass in the process. You feel your body tense a bit as you turn the page to get to the next one. Adam passes a hand in his hair & you guess he’s dreading it as well, or at least to rehearse it in front of you. Suddenly, you feel your phone vibrates in your pocket, you reach for it and read the text. It’s coming from Shirley and says all of you PAs are going out tonight for a few drinks. - “Your boyfriend ?”, a deep voice asks you and you shake your head. - “Nope, it’s Shirley. We’re all going out tonight”, you answer as you put the phone next to you. The silence that follows your reply feels weird but you don’t say anything about it. “Do you wanna keep going or take a break ?” - “No, let’s do this”, he says a bit abruptly as he gets up, preparing himself for what’s to come. The atmosphere’s changed, neither of you can ignore it but you still go on. Adam recites his lines and it’s something to witness up close you gotta say. You’ve got chills down your spine and goosebumps all over. You’re almost crying when he’s done & he’s in the same state. You dare not say a word right now; like it’s going to break something that isn’t there so you’re relieved whe the actor sniffles and looks at you with a completely different gaze. - “That was amazing ! I... I don’t even know what to say since it was that effing good Adam”, you manage to let out without getting too emotional. - “You’re just saying that, it was shit”, he blurts out, taking his head between his hands in frustration. You feel there’s a storm boiling inside of him so you try to avoid it hitting the pointof no return. - “Why would I do that ? Plus, you know you’re always the worst judge when it comes to your performance. The director will be thrilled with it, believe me. And if he’s not, he’s either blind or stupid”, you point out, wipping a tear from your cheek and your phone buzzes again. A quick look at it and you set it aside. - “Still Shirley ?”, he asks shaking his head to clear his thoughts & get out of the scene. - “She says I should wear a dress and let my hair down because I quote ‘it’ll make you look cute, you never know who might be out there’. She’s trying to hook me up for a couple of weeks now. She says it’s depressing that I’m still single & only living for my job. She always says the nicest of things, don’t you think ?”, you say smiling, clearly kidding. You know she’s looking out for you and that it’s coming from a good place, but you’re not that desperate for one & well, you’re not interested in anyone except for one tall dark haired man standing two feets away from you right now. Who looks somewhat annoyed and lost at the same time. “Do you want to give it another shot or not ?”, you simply respond, chosing to ignore what just went down. - “No, if I trust what you’ve said, it’s more than okay I wouldn’t want to keep you here if you’ve got places to be tonight”, he tries to chirp to give the illusion it was just a spat but you can clearly see he’s still annoyed. - “Are you sending me away ?” - “You obviously want to get ready for your night and I think I can get myself to the set on time without you so yeah, it would seem so”. His tone is almost cold and you feel tears coming up from nowhere so you stand up, taking your phone and the script with you as you rush for the door since you’re being dismissed. - “Trust your guts for the scene, you’re a great actor Adam. Even if you don’t think so. I’ll see you in the morning”, you manage to say before you leave the trailer without looking back. What the hell was that, you ask yourself as you’re walking back to the locker room, trying to hold back tears. The last thing you want right now is for someone to see you like this and ask why you’re in that state. You’re still a bit shaken by what went down early on when you meet the others at the bar. Was it a way for you to conjure up Adam’s words that you actually listened to Shirley’s advice and put on the only dress you had in your wardrobe, letting your hair down and even got yourself pampered a little ? Perhaps... Catching you in her field of view, the other PA lights up instantly and comes your way arms wide open. - “Wow, look at you sweetie ! All dolled up. You look fantastic”, she says as she hugs you like a mama bear before realeasing you. “See, I told you you can clean out just fine if you put enough will in it”, she adds grabbing your arm as she drags you to the entrance where the others are waiting. Of course Stew is there but there’s also Kayla, a young brunette coming from Missouri who hopes her job as a PA will be her back entrance to an acting career. She’s nice & has a lovely voice (she nails every high notes of Mariah’s songs which she likes to sing all day long...). Next we’ve got Andrea, former waiter in a great hotel in Greece where he’s coming from, who got into the job years ago on a misunderstanding. He loves puns, you two have bonded over that since your sense of humor is based on the same cinematical references. And finally, there’s Oona. From chinese origins, she’s the little miss sunshine of your troup. Always making you guys smile with her clumsiness but mostly because she radiates good vibes non-stop. The lot of you enter the bar & settle at a table before ordering the first round. You’re looking around to scan the crowd and Andrea notices, as he’s sitting in front of you. - “Looking for your next mistake, aren’t we ?”, he teases you, he knows you’re the worst when it comes to anything related to flirt or relationships. - “No, not you too Andrea. Shirley’s seeing things, I’m not into him, just as he’s not into me. I just admire his intensty when he’s acting, that’s it”, you try to defend yourself but he’s not convinced. - “Honey, I’m a lesbian and I think he’s a total babe. You’re smitten, all the sings are here”, intervenes Shirley suddenly, as she pinches your chin softly. “That’s why whe’re here tonight. We’re gonna get you a man to make you forget another one.” You’re about to argue against that idea but one look at her and you know there’s no way she’s letting you off the hook. The first round of drinks arrives & you try to hide behind your glass but its size a bit to small for that, especially knowing what Shirley’s up with you. But you know she’s right and your mind plays back the exchange you had with him a few hours ago. The first couple of gulps go down your throat without you noticing it & the other woman next to you smiles. “That’s the spirit girl, let your freak flag fly tonight”, she replies chuckling and it’s a couple of hours later when you get out to catch some fresh hair that you’re joined by Stew who needs to smoke. - “You ok Y/N ?”, he asks as he lights up his cigarette with one hand. - “Do you wanna hear the short answer or the fake one ?”, you answer with a faint smile. - “The one you’re most comfortable with I’d say”, he replies with a smirk. “If you don’t want to talk at all, I understand. The same thing ahppend to me when I had my first job as a PA.” - “Really ? And how didi it end ?”, you dare ask, wanting to know even if you dredd the answer, feeling it’s not a fairy tale ending by the way he said that. - “Not going to lie to you, it was a bitch. It broke my heart & I gained 10 pounds eating Ben&Jerry’s for a whole month”, he says whille taking a drag. “We’re just a distraction, it’s nothing real for them. We’re here to help, answer their every need so it’s easy to be mistaken on what all this is in the end. But if you wanna keep working as a PA, you’ll have to set some barriers. Easier said than done I know but that’s how I’ve handled it.” The both of you talk about the subject for another good 20 minutes before Shirley comes out too and heads for you directly, saying it’s your turn to buy drinks and that it’s not outside you’ll be meeting someone. You look at Stew for help but all he gives you in return is a ‘sorry you’re on your own here’ shrug because he knows she’s not letting this go away. You’re only allowed to go home after she was you talk to 2 guys. You’re tired & have to process a lot of things. Luckily, the walk to your appartment gives you time to think things through or at least to start doing so. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or simply the emotional toll of the day that’s finally catching with you but as your head falls on the pillow after you’ve changed in your pj’s, you feel yourself drifting into sleep but you’re still wondering what you’re going to do with what Stew told you and what happened with Adam this afternoon. Your night is agitated, you’re rolling over & over again trying to figure out what you’ll do but as your alarm clock wakes you up in the morning, the answer si still out of reach so you decide that you’ll follow your colleague’s advice. Even if it'll be hard for you, it’s the only reasonable thing to do if you don’t want to end up heart broken when in a few months your paths will part. Why did he had to be so damn complicated and loveable at the same time ? You curse his name out loud as you leave your place for work, determined to let all that behind you somehow and not to fall in that trap another time. Or at least that’s what you’re telling yourself on repeat all the ride long to the studios this morning.

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The Devil You Know: Part Three

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,501

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Sam is going to be so pissed, but you have no choice but to bring Brady back to Crowley’s hideout. Sam doesn’t know what he’s dealing with, and it’s your job to keep him from killing Brady at first sight. When he finds out that Brady is the reason Jess was murdered, there is no telling what might happen.

You’re going to use whatever force necessary to keep Sam from killing Brady.

While you and Dean get Brady situated in the main room, Crowley is talking to Sam to hopefully calm him down before the storm. Brady is inside a devil’s trap, but it’s not like he can go anywhere at all with the markings on his chest. It’s just to take extra precaution. He is still wearing the burlap sack, so when Sam finally enters, he doesn’t know who it is yet.

“What's going on, guys?”

“I need you to stay on mission, okay? Focused,” Dean warns as you advance on Sam to keep him away from Brady.

“I don't understand. What's all this about?”

“We’re doing this because we trust you. Please Sam, don’t ruin this for us,” you beg.

“Ruin what? What is going on?” he demands to know.

“Sam?” Brady clears his throat. “Sam is that you?”

Dean walks over to Brady and takes off the sack to reveal just who Sam is dealing with.

“Brady?” Sam gasps.

“Brady hasn't been Brady in years. Not since, oh, middle of our sophomore year?”

“What?”

“That's right. You had a devil on your shoulder even back then,” he chuckles as Sam tries to process this information. Just in case, your eyes are bright blue since you have a feeling you might need your magic. “Alright, now, let it all sink in.”

“You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch!” Sam yells as tries to approach Brady, but you and Dean hold him back. “You introduced me to Jess!”

“Ding, ding! I think he's got it!”

“Damn it, Sam!” Dean yells as he struggles to keep his brother at bay.

“I’m going to kill you!”

“Go! Sam!” you yell and blast him with enough force to gently push him into the next room. He puffs his chest out angrily, and tires to move past you two again.

“Get out of my way!”

“No.”

“Get out of my way,” he repeats slowly.

“Sam, think for a minute. There is only one way to win, and he’s the key to doing so. You can’t kill him,” you say.

“Well, it sounds like you got him nice and fluffed. Thanks so much,” Crowley smiles and heads to Brady to talk with him.

“Listen to me. We need pestilence to get at the devil, and we need Brady to get to pestilence,” Dean tries to reason with him.

“Why? Because Crowley said so? Because we trust him now? Like I trusted Ruby? Or like I trusted Brady back at school?”

“Sam, I need you to calm down or else you’re not going to like me,” you threaten as the color in your eyes dies down. “I know it’s hard, but I promise you, you will get to kill him. Just not now, okay?”

“I can’t believe this,” he scoffs and begins to pace the room.

Dean can handle it from here, so you leave the room to join the two demons. Crowley is sitting just outside the devil’s trap, but you enter and circle around the two demons to make Brady uncomfortable, if it’s possible.

“Look, do the math yourself. If Lucifer wins, he'll turn this place into his kingdom. When the Morningstar cleans house, we all get the mop.”

“He created us. Why would he destroy us? That makes no sense,” Brady shrugs.

“Look at who—at what he is. Then take a look at what we are.”

“Maybe you should be a little less worried about our necks and be a little more worried about yours.”

“Has crossed my mind. That's not really the point.”

“Actually, Crowley, that is the point. No one will know greater torment than you. Lucifer is never gonna let you die. As for me, I know the score. I'm dead, whether I tell you anything or not. So I think I'll die on the winning side, thanks.”

“Good talk. Cheers,” Crowley smiles and motions for you to follow him out of the room to join Sam and Dean. However, Sam isn’t in the room.

“Well, how'd it go? He buy your girl scout cookies?” the older brother asks.

“Not yet. Where's your moose?”

“He’s cooling off.”

“Where is he?” you ask.

Dean motions to the back, and you leave the room to join the younger Winchester. He’s pacing outside while trying to clear his head. He doesn’t notice you until you sit down on the back porch steps.

“I can’t stand here while that thing is in there. He’s the reason Jess is dead,” Sam whimpers.

“I know, and I’m so sorry, Sam. But, he’s the only one who knows where pestilence is. We’ve been trailing his dust for weeks, and now we actually have a shot to take him down. I know it’s not easy, but you will get to kill him. We need the location first. Good things come to those who wait. I promise it’ll come soon,” you sigh and get back up.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs and goes back to pacing.

He’s not in the right headspace to listen to you, so you head back inside. Crowley is gone, and Dean is in the bathroom. If you’re going to try to have a normal conversation with him, then now is your chance. Dean is dabbing his face with water, and you enter the bathroom noisily.

“What do you want?” he says.

It comes off as rude, but you know it’s just the situation of things.

“I talked to Sam. I think I’ve convinced him to back off right now.”

“Good for you.”

“Dean, would you please drop the attitude? I’m trying to be civil here,” you sigh.

“I am not having this conversation again. It only leads to us screaming at each other.”

“I’m done screaming. Do you want to know why I did what I did?”

“I already know why. You think I’m not good enough to be a father,” he scoffs.

“I did it because of Amara,” you reveal the truth. “My mom was a vessel for her. Her mother was, and so was her mother. If I had a child, this burden would be passed onto her. What kind of mother would I be if I did that?”

“You’ll deal with it just like everything else. I can’t believe that's the reason why you did what you did. I take back what I said. You’re just being selfish and arrogant. It’s all about you, isn’t it?”

“Ugh!” you groan loudly. “I cannot believe I thought I could have an adult conversation with you! I can’t believe I thought this would actually turn out to be progressive. All because your feelings are hurt. You don’t know what it’s like to have such a powerful being inside your head at all fucking times of the fucking day! God! You’re so suffocating!”

She’s pounding on the walls and doors inside your mind. If you weren’t a witch, you’d most certainly have already killed yourself because of her. However, you can’t tell Dean this because he won’t fucking listen to you.

“You know what—”

He’s interrupted by the door slamming. There are no locks on the door, so whoever locked you in here has to put up a chair in front of the door to keep you in. You know just who did it because you can hear his heavy breathing on the other side.

“Sam? Come on, Sam! Don't do this!” Dean yells and begins to bang on the door. “Sam, come on! Hey! Open the door! Open the door!”

“Yeah, bang on it, that’ll get us out,” you scoff.

“Would you help me? Use your magic or something!”

“Oh, so now you want me to use it?”

“Would you quit being an asshole for one second and open the fucking door?”

“You know, right now, I hope Sam kills Brady so that the world does end, and I won’t have to be stuck on it with you!” you scream.

“Yeah, well, I hope we do get pestilence which takes us one step closer to defeating the devil so that I don’t have to see your face ever again!” he yells.

“Stop fighting!” Sam says from the other side of the door.

He moves the chair out of the way and opens the door. You push past Dean to exit the bathroom because you don’t want him to see you cry. His words hurt you, even if he may or may not mean them. This relationship is putting more of a strain on you than you realize.

Maybe it’s time to cut ties and finally be free from it all.

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