#i want to puke and sob everytime i hear it

[hoss-bonaventure]

“because he does what i say. because i can trust him” is the most sickening line i’ve heard to date

#shit is stomach churning #i want to puke and sob everytime i hear it #walt x jesse #waltjesse #breaking bad #brba #jesse pinkman #walter white #aaron paul #bryan cranston

[deans-baby-momma]

The Story of Us-Chapter 16

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67​ allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Micki Singer

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, depression, semi-dark themes

A/N2: This chapter is ALL flashback.

After Lilith possessed Ruby and let the hellhound in, Dean was torn to shreds right before Sam's eyes.

He lay there, lifeless and bleeding as Lilith tried to end Sam too but her attack was left wanting; it did nothing to him so she took off.

Sam carried his brother's body out and laid it in the backseat of Baby, got in the driver's seat and headed back to the motel they'd booked, back to Bobby and Micki. He was so wrapped up in his grief that he didn't get out of the car fast enough. Micki came running out and threw open the back door before he could get to her.

She screamed and cried and fell to her knees but never took her eyes off of Dean, she screamed herself hoarse and then puked everywhere. Sam had to practically lift her off the ground and help her back inside before he and Bobby could tend to the older Winchester.

Then when they were in the main room discussing salting and burning the body, Micki came stomping in and yelled at them.

"YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT BURNING HIS BODY! YOU HEAR ME YOU ASSHOLES! HE IS NOT BRING PUT ON NO FUCKING PYRE ANE SET ON FIRE! YOU TRY IT AND YOU'LL BE FUCKING SORRY,  I PROMISE YOU THAT."

"Well, sweetie, what do you suggest?" her dad asked.

"We are cleaning him up and we are burying him. End of discussion." And then she turned and walked out the door.

The three of them worked together and cleaned every single tear and laceration on Dean's body before Michaela dressed him as best she could.

They drive out to a deserted field lined with  trees where Bobby and Sam work tirelessly to build a makeshift coffin and dig a hold while Micki sits in the backseat of the Impala, holding Dean's head in her lap.

"Dean. Oh god Dean," she cried. "Why? Why did you have to leave me-us? We needed you baby. Our daughter and I need you," she smiled through the tears as she realized what she just said. "That's right. It's a girl. I was going to surprise you when we defeated Lilith and sent that bitch back to Hell."

With one hand on the top of his head, Micki placed the other on three prominent bump of her abdomen.  "Your daughter will always know what a hero her father was; how he fought to save the world. I promise you, Maren will know that her daddy, Dean Winchester, was a good and decent man. Barney, Dean. Fucking Barney."

Micki leaned down and placed her warm lips to his cold, limp ones. She stood beside her father and her best friend and pseudo brother-in-law as they put her boyfriend's body into the box, covered it and lowered it into the ground.

After erecting a makeshift cross of twigs as a headstone, she climbed back into the Impala and the three of them drove away. 

In the days and weeks after Dean's 'funeral', Micki kept to herself in her room, only coming out to use the bathroom.

She only ate a portion of what food her dad or Sam brought up to her, even after they both begged and reminded her that she had to eat to keep the baby healthy. 

But everytime Micki thought of the child in her womb,she broke down in sobs. Her daughter would never get to meet her father,  would never witness or benefit from the love of the man who was Dean.

It had been almost a month after Dean's untimely murder that Micki felt the first twinge of discomfort in her stomach. Thinking it was just the little girl inside her moving she shrugged it off.

Two days later, the pain was so incessant that she was beginning to wonder if something was wrong. The annoying aches had turned to continuous rolls of cramps. She was in agony!

"SAM! DAD!" she yells, hoping the two men left in her life were nearby. When she heard two sets of feet running up the stairs she knew they'd heard her.

"What's wrong honey?" Bobby had asked out of breath; Sam coming in behind him, not quite as wonderful but still panting.

"I don't know!" Micki cried. "There's something wrong. Something is going on with the baby. I'm hurting. Owwww!" 

Doubling over in pain, Micki wrapped her arms around her very pregnant stomach. Bobby and Sam both jumped into action, her dad pulling her out of bed and into his arms as Sam ran back downstairs to get the car.

The whole way to the hospital Micki screamed and cried in pain as she squeezed Sam's hand while Bobby drove.  Sam winced in agony, thinking his hand was going to be crushed.

Nurses rushed Micki into a triage room where the attendant asked what Micki would clarify as stupid, unless questions before they transferred her to Labor & Delivery floor.

The RN there mistakenly took Sam as the father and had him stand by Micki's side while they examined her.

"Talk to her and keep her calm," the nurse urges. "Distress isn't good for your child." Sam wanted to correct her but Micki called out his name so he just does as he's told.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay. They're going to check on that little girl and make sure she's just fine."

"Sam," Micki cries, tears streaking down her face. "I can't lose her. She has to be okay. I can't lose her too!"

"You won't. I promise."

The doctor came in then. He was a short, stout man with graying hair. He's donned in a surgeon's gown and stopped to pull some disposable gloves on before taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

"Hello. I'm Dr. LeSarge. How are we today," he asked. 

"Peachy," Micki snarkily gritted out. 

"Okay," the doctor answered, realizing the absurdity of his question. "Let's get your feet in the stirrups and I'll take a looksee what's going on."

Sam turned his head as the nurse helped get Micki situated where she needed to be. Micki hissed out so Sam looked to see what was happening  

His face flushed red when he realized that he was seeing parts of Micki he should have never seen.

"Well Ms. Singer, it looks like you are in active labor," the doctor announced as he stood and removed the soiled gloves. "You are dilated to 6 and the mucus plug is missing. A few more hours and your baby will be here."

"But," Sam said. "It's not time. She has 6 more weeks."

"These things happen son," the doctor responded as he took the chart and flipped some pages. "Looks like everything is okay. Baby is healthy and not in too much distress. So, we'll just monitor her progression and before the night's over, you'll be parents. Congratulations!"

Sam and Micki just stared after the doctor as he left the room.

"Sam," Micki pleaded. "What if she doesn't make it? What if she's too young? Oh god!"

Sam tried his best to console and comfort Micki as she suffered through not only the panic of the baby been being born early, but the pain of her body preparing for it.

Eight hours later, a wrinkly, crying, pinkish bundle was placed on Micki's chest as the nurse pulled Sam down to the foot of the bed to cut the cord.

After the scissors severed the tissue, Sam did the unthinkable. He didn't even consciously realize what he'd done before it was too late. 

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss​ @spnbaby-67​ @tftumblin​ @sea040561​ @delightfullykrispypeach​ @larajadeschmidt13​ @atc74​ @vicariouslythruspn​ @squirrelnotsam​  @sandlee44​ @blacktithe7​ @hoboal87​ @mogaruke​ @deanwanddamons​ @supraveng​ @deandreamernp​ @akshi8278​ @lyarr24​ @maggiegirl17​ @chriszgirl92​ 

#dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #micki singer #dean x micki #the store of us #flashbacks

[orenjikaraka]

I Just Can’t Take It Anymore…

The trickster (Ji woon hak) x reader angst

Author note: I barely know Korean so please understand that some words are google translate and I know google sometimes doesn't work ;(, Also I feel like if Ji woon was in that realm for a while, he would start learning English more better, because many survivors are from around the world. Also I made it realistic, so if someone dies they die :).

Part 2

Warnings: cursing, gore, vomiting, murder, angst

Word count: 2027

Ji Woon woke up, he sit up and looked around his surroundings, “못쓰게 만들다 (fuck)”, his hands were squeezed tight, his knuckles were turning white, “why am I still here…” his body was shaking, “I… don’t want hurt anyone anymore… why can’t I leave from this nightmare”, dirt was digging into his nails, his vision was getting fuzzy and his ears were ringing, but until he heard the entity, he snapped out of his thoughts, and heard voices, telling him if he doesn’t move, he’ll be punished. So he stood up quivering and picked up his bat from the dirty floor, when he got situated and try to calm himself, because the entity was watching him, whispering to murder the people around him, but the entity was disappointed by how’s he’s acting, so one of it’s claws were on his throat, whispering ‘murder, murder, murder’ like a broken record, Ji woon had a idea, he grabbed his hair with his free and faked chaotic laughed, to make the entity think he’s still the attendantic murder from the very beginning, the entity slowly disappears into the mist, leaving Ji woon alone, then he ended his acting, and continued to shake, “ok… ok… let’s get this over, and… and maybe I can finally leave this place…” he chuckled with slight relief.

—-

When ji Woon found his first survivor, he was running away from him, he gave fake chaotic laughs and was chasing after him, he wanted to show the entity, that he was insane, he threw his kunais at his legs, so he won’t walk, the man pleads were making his ears ring, ‘how did I get aroused by this…’ it wanted to make him puke, that he even think it like that way, hearing there pleads in his music and screams, was like something was calling inside for him, but now, murdering people over and over and over again, slowly didn’t aroused him anymore and all the attention before was slowly departing too, he just wanted run away just like these survivors, Ji Woon slowly walk up to the poor man, and slowly lifted his bat up and ready to strike his neck, “죄송 해요… (I’m sorry)”

Snap

Was all he heard, by the hit of the bat to the bone, he was shaking and he pulled his bat out of the nape, he tried to slow his breathing and went to the next person, while he was walking he could see a woman fixing a Generator, it sounds like it was almost done, so he put his bat on his back, and grab one of his kunais, he aimed it at her throat and it successfully slit her throat, she stopped her hands from fixing her generator, and put her hands on her throat, she was gagging, Ji woon dropped his kunais, and started to cover his ears, his quivering was worsening, and he dunk his head low, so he wouldn’t see, what was happening in front of him, he “tried” to calm himself down, but got it significantly worse, “please… make it stop… please…”, the entity was appearing behind him, ready to punish him again, its claws we’re getting close to his neck again, telling him lies, whispering ‘if you murder the rest, you’ll be free…’ ‘you’ll get rewarded, after this trial’ ‘you can see your father again… don’t you want that…’ “나의 아버지… (my father)”

Ji woon’s laughter got ragged, and everytime he laughed it sounded forced, he got his baseball bat from his back and his tears were still spilling out, that made his eyeliner smear, but he made sure that he looked like a psychopath, the entity disappears again, into the mist it goes…

When he walking away from the corpse, he felt like someone else was watching him, instead of the entity, he felt a woman’s presence, from behind him, he looked back, but all he saw was the corpse from before, he gulped and kept walking forward and found the next survivor, he was cleansing a totem, the man turned around terrified, “let’s makes this quick…” his lips quivered, he raised his bat shakily, but before he raised his shaky bat, the man kicked him in the shin and scattered, “nnnnghhh, 못쓰게 만들다… (fuck)”, the man ran into a dead end, and Ji Woon was behind him, he kneeled down, begging for mercy, “please… don’t make this hard as it is…”, Ji Woon said, he clenched his hands on his baseball bat, the guy in front of him, at this point was sobbing and pleading for his forgiveness, Ji Woon closed his eyes “shut up… shut up… SHUT UP…”, he strike his baseball bat, at his head, and smashed it, the man was screaming for mercy, “shut up!” And smashed it again… again… and… again… until his face was not even noticeable anymore. Ji Woon opened his eyes and was terrified on what the results were, he felt like vomiting, he drop his baseball bat, and put hands on his mouth, for him to stop his vomiting, he swallowed the gross liquid down his throat, he was hyperventilating, “Make it stop… make it stop…” his voice sound so hoarse, he fell back and he put his hands threw his hair, he was digging threw his scalp, “please… I just can’t take it anymore… I just want to go home…” his body was shaking really badly, his hyperventilating was worsening, it was dead silent and all he could hear was his wipering, until he heard some footsteps, right when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, he freaked out, “LEAVE ME ALONE!” He turned back and got a better look at the person in front of him, his shaking was slowly calming down, when he noticed it was a woman, and not the entity, “hey… shhh… hey… everything is going to be ok…” “stay away from me… I… I don’t want to hurt you…” (Y/N) slowly got closer, but he flinched, “please, please, please… I don’t want to hurt you…” (Y/N) felt guilt in her chest, why is she feeling this way, he is a murder, but in past trials, he wasn’t like this, but why now, he’s like lost pup, running away from a pack of wolfs, “hey, trickster, everything going to be ok” her calming voice sound so angelic, he gulped, “can I help you…” he slowly nodded his head, he look so scared, she slowly walked up to him and put her hands in front of him, he look at her like she was mad, she nodded and had the smallest smile, his lips were quivering, but he tried to force a smile, he slowly put his hands on hers, and she slowly lifted him up.

She got a better look at him, his weight looks slightly skinnier than he was before, he had scars around his abandon, around his body was also bruises, ‘is he hurting himself or is the entity doing this to him…’, she looked at his face and his eyeliner was smearing, “hey… everything going to be ok…”, she started to put her fingers in his hair to rub his sore scalp, his body finally stopped quivering, he leaned into her touch, it was quite gentle, he missed this feeling, how his father would help him sleep, when he was a small child, “thanks…” he gave another smile, but it wasn’t forced, she smiled back, “can… I hug you…” Ji Woon said in a shaky breath, she was hesitant, but, “sure…” he felt some guilt railing up to his heart, she sounded so scared, he slowly hugged her, she hugged him back, she was rubbing small circles on his back for more comfort, he slowly let go of her, he looked at her, she was gorgeous, she like a angel that fell out of heaven, how is someone so beautiful like you here. In this dreadful place, “hey… let’s leave…” that shook him, “I can’t…” “let’s try…” his lips were quivering, “I- I can’t” “I know but I want to help you… so let’s just try” she was so calm and clear to understand, “but-“, “let’s at least try” Ji Woon wanted to push her away and then just get punished by the entity, but maybe he can try again, he never walked out with someone else, “ok…” it was barely a whisper, she then offered her hand and he hesitantly grab onto hers, and she walked to the gate, “wait, don’t you need to finish all the generators” “I… I finished every generator, while you were killing the… others…”

When they got to the door, she let go of his hand, and pulled down the lever, it was charging up, but right when it hit 99 percent, he lifted her hand, “it’s not gonna work… just open the gate, and leave me here so I can get punished-“ “NO, we’re getting out of this together” she snatched her hand back and pulled the lever down, the bells were ringing, telling everyone to leave this place, she grab his hand and dragged him along, while she walked, she got out from the other side, but when she was walking, she halted, she couldn’t move any further, she looked back and saw entity fences, that made Ji Woon couldn’t move any further, “see… I- I can’t move any further…” his voice was cracking, he was quivering again, so she tried pulling on his arm, but he couldn’t move from that damn line, “trickster, try pushing I can’t do this all by my-“ “IM TELLING YOU, I CAN'T GO ANY FURTHER, JUST LEAVE” “but-“ “JUST LEAVE” she was sobbing, Ji woon felt horrible, he shouldn’t yell at her, she is just trying to help, and why is someone that he just meet making him feel like this, “NO, I'M NOT LEAVING YOU” (Y/N) ran back into the line, and Ji Woon turned around “what are you doing!” “I’m trying to save you!” He had a slight blush, “but-“ she hugged him and tried pushing him through the line, the entity was clawing through the door, he started to panic, “let… go…” his voice was hoarse, ''no”, ''please… let go…” his tears were dropping on her head, “no…”, “let go, please, you're gonna die…” “I don’t care, I- I feel your pain and I want to help you…” she was sobbing, and it hurts to see someone he just meet, care about him so freaking much, the only person that actually cared so much of him was his father, so, he did the unexpected, and lifted her up, “what- what are you-“ he threw her back into the safe route, he turned around and faced the entity, “NO” she said, he looked back with a small and present smile, “oh, my name is Ji Woon, and thanks for being here for me, maybe we can see each other again, in are next trial” his smile was so pure, despite all fuck up shit, that’s been happening in this cursed realm, “no…” she stood back up and ran to him, and hugged him, “I… just can’t leave you…” Ji Woon saw the entity stopped, the second to final bell ring, telling them, they only had a couple seconds left, “why… are you… so nice to me…”, “because I want to help people that been through so much pain, and relieve them, to not be in that pain anymore”, his heart just flutter, he turned around to pick her up again, she felt how fast his heart was pumping on her chest, she liked how warm he is, he felt so good to touch, it makes her fear go away, Ji Woon was at the line again, ‘let’s try this again’, and right when he stepped on the line, the entity fences didn’t appear, he can pass through, he was relieved that he can pass through, there was tears of joy in his eyes, so he ran…

While holding the most beautiful woman in his arms, he can finally be human again…

#dead by daylight ji woon hak #dbd ji woon hak #ji woon hak x reader #ji woon hak x reader angst #dead by daylight fanfiction #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight the trickster #dbd the trickster #the trickster x reader #dead by daylight ji woon hak x reader #dbd ji woon hak x reader #dead by daylight ji woon hak x reader angst #dbd ji woon hak x reader angst #dead by daylight the trickster x reader angst #dbd the trickster x reader angst

[jeonbots]

AJAR (1) | Jungkook (m)

pairing: jungkook - fem. reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: demon!jungkook, nogitsune!jungkook, troubled!oc, minor character death, mentions of death, mention of a car accident, oc keeps nightmare-ing, jungkook is a fear demon, nogitsunes love chaos, mentions of sex, drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content such as oral (f receiving), fingering, breast playing, nipple sucking; dark rooms, blood, wounds, drugging, taehyung is a prick i'm sorry, poor oc just wants to sleep peacefully, jk won't let her, partying, overuse of the pet name ‘sugarplum’

words: 5k

a.n.: heyyyy! ik i was supposed to post that wizards of wavery place au but i havent finished it yet, i wasn't happy with it so i decided to change it up a bit. this story however has been in my drafts for about a year sooo here's the first part! it's gonna be a 2 part story :)))) enjoy

part two

/!\ UNEDITED /!\

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You don’t remember the first time it happened. Or vaguely. Maybe five, six months ago? You’re not sure. But you do remember the darkness and the loneliness you felt at that moment. When you closed your eyes and you felt your body fall in an endless hole, skin itching uncomfortably. You had realized it itched because it was on fire, agony screeching out of your mouth and resonating in– in nothingness. And then you saw it. Its black, mundane eyes staring back at you like it was a hunter and you were its prey. You felt like suffocating until you had dug your nails into your palms hard to wake yourself up. Your body had jerked forward and you had screamed your lungs out until your throat burned, the tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. From this moment forward, you hadn’t sleep an entire night without waking up crying out loud in the middle of the night, your friend rushing to you. The first week, it was the same dream. The fall, your body on fire, the suffocating air, the piercing black eyes and your anxious and frightened awaking state.

The eighth night, you opened your eyes and found yourself on a cold floor, darkness surrounding you. You blinked a few times before adjusting to the poor lighting and suddenly your body shivered as you felt someone– or something– watching you intensely. You turned your head sideways trying to find the source of your discomfort but nothing was there. Until you heard it. A laughter. It was more of a snicker really, but it ran through your whole being, shaking your insides. The voice that had mocked you out loud had been so cold and dark, almost resembling a demon that you flinched. You tried to get on your feet but the cry that broke through you stopped you. You plopped back down on the floor, looking down at your body, taking in the deep cut and the blood pouring out of your right thigh.

“Help me! Please!” You cried, tears running down your face.

No response.

You lowered your head and sobbed. “I want to wake up.” You whispered, tears soaking your shirt.

Minutes, maybe hours passed. You weren’t sure. You just knew that you had stopped crying at some point. The wound on your leg didn’t seem to stop bleeding and you felt the life force being poured out of you everytime blood gushed out of your leg. You had laid back down on the cold marble, eyes closed and your arms and legs splayed out on the ground, resembling a starfish. The snicker from earlier returned and you abruptly opened your eyes, going in a sitting position and frenetically whipping your head around the area, searching for the source of your torments.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

The mocking grew closer and louder, and before you knew you were pulled back down on your back, breathe knocking out of you by the sheer force of the impact. You felt your arms move on their own accord, coming to lay against your sides as slender fingers grabbed your ankle and dragged you across the room, ignoring your pleas and cries for help.

“Let me in, sugarplum.”

It was softer than the snicker, but you still caught the dark timbre lying underneath.

“Who–”

Your body suddenly came to a halt and when you looked up, a large figure was towering over you. The jolt of surprise coming out of your mouth when the stranger bent down didn’t go unnoticed as you could make out rosy lips smirking right at you in the darkness. You shuddered as the stranger passed their fingers up your leg, ghosting over your wound before pressing down on it harshly with his palm. You cried out and tried to back off but your attempts were futile as two strong hands suddenly grabbed your hips, throwing you over a strong shoulder as they began to walk to some direction, you didn’t really know. You thrashed in the stranger’s hold, crying even more than before and before you knew, you were carelessly thrown on a mattress. Seconds later you heard footsteps and the click of a door, meaning you had been locked up in some room.

You sighed shakily as you glanced around the room. On your right, there was a small dusty bedside table with one drawer, a small lamp put on top of it and a box of matches right next to it. In the corner of the room, you could make out a maroon desk with some journals sprawled out on top of it and next to it a door closed, probably the one the stranger used to bring you here. However, on the opposite wall to your right there was another door. This one was slightly open. You frowned and forced yourself to get off the mattress, struggling to get on your feet. The second you were standing your legs gave away and you fell forward, landing on the nearest wall as your palms impacted your fall. The wall rubbed harshly against your skin as you let out a small cry, gasping at the pain running throughout your entire body.

How could a dream feel so real?

You brushed the thoughts off and started walking towards what you thought was your only way out of there, even if you knew deep down that it was not. You still were pretty much pressed against the wall, slowly making your way towards the strange door. When you finally reached it, you pressed a hand firmly against the wall as the other went to shakily grab the handle.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sugarplum.”

You froze.

No. Please.

You didn’t move. Not an inch. Not even to open the door completely or to turn around to meet your captor. But you sensed him shifting closer until his front was pressed against your back, an arm snaking around your waist to keep you close as you closed your eyes instinctively. His breathe fanned over your shoulder, lips brushing against your ear.

“Do you really want to face your biggest fears now?” He whispered.

“Please... let me go...” You whimpered.

“This is not the way out, sugarplum.”

He grabbed at your hips and spun you around and you yelped when you were met with familiar black eyes. Your own eyes grew wide and you took a few steps back until your back hit the wall softly. Even in all this darkness, the only thing you could make out about his appearance was complete dark and cold set of eyes.

“If you want out,” he followed your steps until he was hovering above your fragile and wounded form, “you just gotta let me in.” He ducked his head into the space between your neck and shoulder, nipping at your earlobe.

“Who are you?” You breathe out, staring at an invisible dot at the wall opposite to the one you’re pressed against.

He chuckled against your ear and a shiver ran down your spine. Yeah, that was straight up demonic.

He pulled his head out of your neck and leaned an arm on one side of your head against the wall and brought the other one around your jaw, lifting your head up to meet his intimidating gaze.

“Your worst nightmare, sugarplum.”

Then he laughed. It rang loud enough in your ear and you could hear the darkness in his mocking tone as he turned around and walked away from you. And suddenly, you were screaming. Screaming as you sat up in familiar warmth, hands fisting your sheets and tears running down your face. Realization dawn upon you as your cries had lowered in volume and you quickly pushed the covers aside, relief washing over you as your right thigh was not wounded. No blood, no horrible deep cut that made you want to puke. Your breathing was labored as you whimpered, the door of your room opening in a hurry.

“Fuck.” Your friend cursed out before making her way to you, sitting on the bed.

“I–I’m fine, I’m okay. It’s okay.” You avoided her gaze, hand coming to wipe off the tears on your red cheeks.

“No, you’re not Y/N. How long are you gonna keep this up? It’s been a whole fucking week and I don’t fucking know what’s happening to you. It scares the shit out of me.” Henri softly grabbed your head in her two hands, turning your head to meet her gaze as she rubbed your cheeks with her thumbs in a comforting way.

You breathed out shakily. “I think I’m going crazy.” You whispered, lower lip trembling as the tears threatened to spill out again.

“Let’s get you some help. Please.” She pleaded as she bore her eyes into yours. You nodded after a long minute and you saw the look of relief wash over your best friend’s face. She leaned forward as she pressed a kiss to your forehead then engulfing you in his arms. You rested your head on her shoulder as she rubbed your back.

-

“So, what happened before the incident?”

Three weeks later you were in seated in a beige sofa– a pretty comfy one, you had to admit– for your fourth therapy session with an older woman facing you on her baby pink armchair, her auburn hair styled up in a neat bun, a white dress-shirt tucked in a surprisingly colorful long skirt covering her legs as she had crossed one over the other. You learned after your first session that she liked fashion, noticing that her outfits were always on point and that she definitely should give you some advice. When you had woken up this morning, you had taken a quick shower and thrown on a grey sweater with matching grey sweatpants, not bothering to put make-up on. Why would you? You were about to talk about your deepest fears with a total stranger. You were glancing at the clock hung up on the wall nervously before she spoke up again at your silence.

“I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me, Y/N.” Her tone was soft and you felt your throat tighten.

You cleared your throat rather awkwardly. “Uh, I was out with some friends.” You nodded mostly to yourself but she hummed, telling you that she was all ears even though she was sometimes glancing down at her notepad to write something. “And, uh, there was this new club that opened on South Lake. We wanted to check it out and we were dressed accordingly so... we went. When we arrived there, the club was pretty full and we lost track of each other at some point... Uh, and I was pretty drunk. So I made out with a friend of mine and we uh, fucked. Yeah, pretty intense fuck if you ask me.” You laugh awkwardly as you saw the corner of her mouth twitch upwards. She was comforting, somehow.

“So yeah, I fucked the guy then I called my br-”

The words died in your throat as you froze. Clarisse felt you tense under her stare but nothing changed on her face.

“You were going to talk about your older brother, Jason?”

You lowered your head and started fidgeting with your fingers placed in your lap, gulping as you felt your eyes water. You hadn’t realized in your storytelling that you were going to have to bring up that subject at some point. You nodded shakily, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I should’ve never done that.” You whispered and the last words came out in a broken whimper. The woman opened her mouth, about to talk but was cut off by your sudden voicing.

“Is it over yet?” Clarisse jumped slightly at the way you had abruptly raised your head, looking at the awful clock as you brought your hands to your face to wipe off the tears with the sleeves of your sweater.

“Y/N–”

“Oh,” you fake-heartedly laughed, cheeks still stained with wetness, “would you look at that! It’s been an hour already.”

“Wait–”

“Goodbye, Ms. Blackwood.”

You had already grabbed your bag and bolted out of the door as Clarisse sat on her chair, dumbfounded.

-

You never went back to therapy. A small part of you felt bad for leaving the kind woman in her confusion but the other part– the larger one– was relieved you didn’t have to go through painful memories anymore.

College isn’t as hard as you’ve imagined. Ever since your brother’s death you had found the world of books and words fascinating. At first, your roommate would ogle at you like you were some kind of wild animal who had escaped from the zoo then she understood the change in behavior. You were quite the party girl before the car crash; always going out with friends, having fun in summer homes or going to frat parties. And now you’ve become what people call a ‘bookworm’. Of course, it doesn’t take your mind off the horrendous and painful nightmares you’re having every night, but it helps get yourself distracted from the intense ache in your chest. At first you had tried booze to keep your mind off the terrible monsters haunting you but all it did was giving you painful aftermath headaches and a horrible sinking feeling in your stomach. The last time you got really drunk, you threw up your entire stomach in some random front lawn and you collapsed on the grass, dazing off to a sleeping state. And your eyes closed slowly until you woke up in a familiar dark room, pleading and begging to be released.

You swore you’d never drink again.

“Y/N!” A warm breathe tickles the side of your face and you turn your head sideway to face the person who’s arm is draped around your shoulders, the other coming to settle around your waist, clinging to you loosely.

“You’re drunk,” you state, looking at your friend’s giggling form.

“And you’re not,” she pouts as she leans a bit more on your frame. “Come on, get drunk with us Y/N.” Her words are slurred.

“Henri,” you sigh. Your nightmares aren’t unknown to your friend, in fact, when it first happened, she was the first person you called, your sobbing making her heart ache through the receiver. She had decided to join you that night, knocking at your door fifteen minutes later, hands full of junk food and candy. You had spent majority of the night laughing and eating your fears away, Henri wanting to make you feel better. After that night, she’d decided to move in with you.

You look down your half-empty cup, the brown-ish liquid taunting you. You can practically see its mocking smile, waves of gold beaming through the dark beverage. “You know I won’t.” Before she can protest though, her warmth disappears and you hear her gasp and you see from the corner of your eyes the boy you recognize as her boyfriend Justin pressing his lips against hers, silently rolling your eyes.

The living room is packed with people grinding against each other, kissing in corners or going up the stairs, probably to fuck their sexual frustration away. Justin’s frat house always throws the most anticipated parties in the campus, and of course Henri wouldn’t miss it for the world. They’re like– the must-go parties, house full of free booze and weed in every corner, half of the campus always attends them. You hadn’t gone to a party in forever though, still traumatized by the last time you were blackout drunk but Henri had insisted the whole week and you said yes just a few hours ago. You didn’t feel like dressing up but she almost screamed at you to at least make an effort and you settled on a high-waisted black denim skirt that stops mid-thigh and a black tube top tucked underneath with some white sneakers after a long hour of Henri rummaging through your closet.

“Y/N!”

Turning your head to the familiar voice, you smile as the dark-haired man you’ve grown to appreciate the company of walks towards you with his own beaming smile.

“Oh, I’ve missed you!” He engulfs you in his arms as you giggle before awkwardly patting his back with your free hand.

“I’ve missed you too, Taehyung.”

Justin was the one to introduce you to Taehyung at his birthday party three years ago. He had been Justin’s drug dealer for quite a few years and he had been hooking you up ever since. Deciding to stop doing drugs ultimately made you stop calling Taehyung for weed and cocaine, and you two lost touch as the months went by.

“It’s been– what, about a year?” He says as he steps back, rubbing the back of his neck. You briefly glance at his appearance, loose black dress shirt and the tight fitting jeans hanging on his hips. The shirt’s collar is large enough to have his collarbone peeking out of the fabric, your thighs clenching under your skirt. You skillfully hide your evident arousal as you learned to do over the years and look back up only to find yourself squirming when you notice his lingering gaze on your breasts covered by the thin fabric of the tube top. He slowly licks his lips and you bite back a whine, your slick arousal already starting to seep through your panties and onto your inner thighs.

“Ten months,” you correct with an apologetic smile on your lips.

“Yeah,” he looks back into your eyes at your words and nods before looking around the place, not an ounce of shame taking over his features for being caught staring. “Uh, I haven’t had the chance to, uh, say it but I’m sorry for your loss.”

You gulp as you look down at your drink. “Thanks–”

“W-well not the chance but you know what I mean.”

You giggle as you shake your head. “It’s okay. Thank you, Tae. It really means a lot.”

Memories flood through your mind as you recall the times you would get high with Henri, Justin, Taehyung and a few other friends before the accident, all spread out on the couch and the carpet of some random house as you’d talk and laugh about basically anything. You’d say those were the happiest moments of your life and you’d do anything to turn back time and have this short yet vivid moment of happiness running through your veins just one more time, dopamine spreading through your whole being. And those nights you had spent in Taehyung’s bed, his cock pounding your walls as he sucked bruises onto your skin, the delicious drag of his length sending you over the edge.

As if answering your– unwanted –prayers, Taehyung slowly approaches you with a sly smirk, a hand propped on the counter beside your hip as he leans over your figure. You look up at him quizzically.

“I thought maybe,” he licks his lips as he glances down at your lips and back at your eyes, “you’d want to have some fun.”

You raise an eyebrow as his free hand digs into his jeans’ pocket, a small plastic bag dangling from his fingers as he lifts his hand at eyes level. You’d recognize those blue pills anywhere.

“No.”

“C’mon, Y/N. Just one, like old times.”

The hand that was on the counter comes hovering your neck, his slender fingers softly caressing the skin there. You shudder as his palm grabs your nape more firmly, his thumb rubbing the side of your neck.

“Taehyu–”

His sudden lips on your ear clamps your mouth shut and your eyes flutter, the lids closing as he starts to suck on the lobe. The grip on your half-empty cup weakens and you hastily put it down on the counter behind you, a few droplets of alcohol spilling on the marble. He presses his chest against yours as he starts kissing down your neck, licking and sucking until he reaches your collarbone where he vacuums the skin in his pink-tinted lips, a whimper making its way past your own. His arms snake around your waist and press you even harder against him as you grab his biceps for leverage, his hard-on poking at your thigh as you gradually let your head fall back.

You don’t notice the small blue pill he manages to sneakily drop into your beverage, its shape dissolving in the drink to slowly disappear into the abyss of its intoxication.

-

“Holy fuck.”

Your back arched against the mattress and your eyes closed in unadulterated bliss as Taehyung laps at your clit, you moan shamelessly as your hips jerk at each flick of his tongue against your cunt. He hungrily devours your sex and your buzzed state doesn’t protest even after your third orgasm. You still haven’t touched his cock.

“Ho– fuck– Tae, stop, I can’t– ngh– too much.”

He reluctantly leans away from your pussy, mouth and chin covered in your juices as he hovers your fucked out state, his smirk growing wider as he wipes your arousal off his face with the back of his hand.

“I still gotta fuck you full of my cum, baby.”

You release a shaky breath as you bite your lower lip, one hand seductively traveling down the expense of his chest through his shirt as your lust-painted eyes drink in his features. As you reach down his jeans, you subtly grab his crotch as you palm his hardened length, his breathing growing heavier.

“You’re still that needy?” He chuckles and you nod, boring your eyes into his as you lean forward to pepper kisses on his jaw.

You whine when his deft fingers rub your slit, coating his digits with your cum. “Fuck me, please. It’s been so long.”

“I know baby, I know.” He suddenly shoves two fingers in your sloppy hole, a moan slipping past your lips. “Gotta stretch you first for my cock.”

The sudden yet pleasurable stretch has your eyes rolling back in your skull, his skillful fingers pumping in and out of your heat at a delirious pace as your hands fist the sheets beneath you. His thumb comes rubbing at your clit and your hips jerk in his palm, loud moans escaping your parted lips. The stretch of a third finger in your walls has your orgasm spiraling at full speed, untamed pleasure hitting you for the fourth time tonight, your lips parting in a silent scream as you plop your head back down on the sheets.

“Fuck,” the man curses under his breath as he lazily fucks you through your climax, his own hard-on becoming way too painful. You slowly catch your breath as his fingers slip out of your heat and he presses his hips into yours, your thighs caging his waist.

You smile up at him through closed eyes, your high slowly descending and when your heartbeat regains its original pace, you open your eyes.

And your smile falters.

Familiar cold dark orbs are staring right back at you instead of the warm brown of Taehyung’s pupils, and you try to squirm away but find it impossible as the same invisible force pins you down.

“I– you–”

He chuckles.

“Sugarplum, long time no see.” His hand strokes your hair and you whimper, your legs still locked around the man’s waist.

“Please,” you whisper weakly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sugarplum.”

In this new lighting and his proximity, you can see the man’s face clearer than any of the previous encounters. As he leans forward to nose at your cheek, you can finally see his features and your lips part in shock.

His eyes are beautiful. A dazing shape, his dark orbs morphing into soft doe eyes, the tip of his nose almost kissable and his lips– God, his lips look delicious. Soft, plump lips so inviting, and you can’t help the hand hovering his face, your fingers gently caressing his plumpness. His dark hair falls messily around his head and you have the sudden urge to comb your fingers through his locks just to feel the silk-like strands through your digits.

He is demonically magnificent.

His free hand reaches to envelop your curious one, his eyes boring into yours. You shudder under his gaze and instead of cowering, you bring your other hand to push a strand away from his forehead.

“See? I’m no monster.” He smiles sweetly– almost too sweetly– and you gulp.

“What do you want from me?”

“I’ve told you countless times, sugarplum.”

His hand slides to your wrist in a harsh grip and you gasp as the other hand curls around your neck, squeezing your throat as he cuts off your air supply.

“Let me in.”

You whimper as the grip on your throat is unbearable, making you writhe under his hold. His hips ruth into yours and your naked cunt rubs against the material of his pants harshly, the outline of his obviously hard cock digging into your slit. As you feel yourself slowly falling into unconsciousness, he releases your throat and ascends down to your collarbone, reaching your tube top and pulling it down, a moan vibrating through his chest at the sight of your bare breasts. Each of his hand cups your mounds, his thumbs and forefingers pinching each pebbled nipple as you whine, your teeth caging your lower lip in a futile attempt to keep quiet. He notices that and releases a breast to harshly slap your thigh around his waist. You jolt in surprise and look at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t hold back. You sounded so sweet earlier.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he dives his head in, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck on the mound as he squeezes the other with his hand, pinching the nub in between his fingers. The moan that escapes your lips is unraveling, your hips automatically grinding against his in hope to find purchase. When he’s done with one breast, he does the same to the other one before pulling away, a hand stroking your hair affectionately as he stares at you.

“So beautiful.”

The blush on your cheeks isn’t going unnoticed and he smirks, his gaze lingering on your breasts heaving due to your ragged breathing. He then looks back up at your face before leaning forward and gently pecking your lips in a close-mouthed kiss, once, twice, then he starts trailing down your jaw to your neck, sucking bruises for everyone to see. You whine as you thread your fingers in his hair, and before you register it he has plunged two fingers in your heat, your stomach clenching to oversensitivity.

You moan as you buck your hips in his hand, surprised to even have enough energy to respond to the demon’s ministrations. His fingers are thick enough to hit all the right places and when his thumb strokes your engorged clit, your fifth orgasm of the night couldn’t have come sooner, a drawn-out moan escaping your swollen lips. As your walls squeeze his fingers deeply in your pussy, he groans above you before planting kisses down your throat. Leaning away from your neck as he pulls his fingers out, your arousal drips down his digits and you see strings of your slick juices connecting them when he parts them. Embarrassment manifesting in the red of your cheeks, you stare at the man happily lapping at his arousal-coated fingers, his pink lips wrapped around the skin.

“H–how did I get here?” You quietly ask as soon as your breathing came to normal. His furrowed eyebrows encourage the next words flowing past your lips, his digits falling free from the grip of his lips.

“I– I wasn’t asleep nor drunk and–”

The entire evening you made sure that you weren’t drinking too much, even had Justin’s special party booze out of tonight’s menu. Surely, you would remember if you had fallen asleep. Wait, had you passed out while Taehyung was fucking you? No way, you weren’t drunk. You hadn’t taken any substance or drugs or pills-

Pills. Blue, soft, dangerous pills.

Realization hits you in the guts and you suddenly find it hard to breathe. The way he had kissed your neck, your momentarily forgotten cup on the counter, his wandering hands–

“He,” you whisper, breath hitching as you choke out a whimper, “he drugged me?”

Gently, he places a kiss on your cheek. “Sugarplum.”

“He– he drugged me, and that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” The aching in your chest is too much for your heavy state and you start blinking away tears you didn’t know had started to pool at the corner of your eyes.

He sighs above you, his breath fanning over your face. Plopping down on the space next to you on the bed as he frees himself from the grip your thighs had around him, his hand gently strokes your naked waist until he reaches your breast, softly rubbing the skin as his thumb lightly flicks over your nipple. In an attempt to soothe your pain, you assume.

Trust is overrated, you conclude.

Here you are; crying over a man you’d learn to like over the past few years as the man you’ve been running from comforts your burning heart.

“It is,” he affirms and you don’t even question how he managed to answer your unspoken thoughts. The sob that breaks past your lips is heart wrenching and you bring your hands to your face, covering the entirety of it as the tears flow freely down your face.

He turns to you and envelops your shaken form in his embrace, your chest pressed against his as he runs a soothing hand down the expanse your bare back. And that’s how you fall asleep that night, without the nightmare that usually haunts your sleepless mind and instead, you find solace in the very man you’d grown to despise.

-----

#jungkook reader #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook #jungkook smut #smut #angst #fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #taehyung #kim taehyung

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A/n: Another Akaashi one shot because I am a simp😃

Hold On || k.akaashi ||

One shot - Angst

Warnings - Mention of blood, death, heartbreak

Includes - Song from Hold On by Chord Overstreet, Hanahaki AU

Masterlist

Loving and fighting, accusing, denying

I can't imagine a world with you gone

What did you expect? No one could ever love you. Not even your parents. Not even your best friend.

You laid on your bed, your pillow soaked wet from crying. The words he said replayed from your head, making you break down even more.

"I'm sorry [Y/n] but...I need to break up with you..."

"Why?!"

"I'm sorry...but I lied. I don't really love you as a girlfriend...I lied because I knew you were going to be heartbroken if I said I didn't so I decided to accept your feelings. But now here we are..."

"..."

"It's okay if we stay as friends right?"

"Y-Yeah...sure...I understand...don't worry..."

How dare he lie? He could've just told you in the first place right? Akaashi you idiot...if only you told me. Then I wouldn't be in this painful situation...

The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of

I'd be so lost if you left me alone

You gagged, feeling a thorn on your throat. You quickly got off of bed and ran towards the bathroom. Readying your face by the toilet, you started puking out petals and blood.

Tears pricked in your eyes as you kept puking. It hurts how it doesn't stop. It hurts how the thorns keep poking your throat. It hurts how there's a flower growing inside of you. It hurts how your heart was broken. It just fucking hurts.

About 15 minutes later, you flush the toilet with the bloodied petals going down. You sigh tiredly as you rest against the wall. You were in pain. And no one even knows it. Even Akaashi nor your brother, Bokuto. Though sometimes your brother comes to check up on you from time to time since he knew your relationship with Akaashi.

When you go to school, you always try to put on a big smile to not show any suspicions. But your pale skin was enough to show that something's wrong.

Akaashi noticed this and started worrying about you. But knowing after the heartbreak, you started ignoring him so he decided not to talk to you yet until you're ready.

Now in your perspective, you really needed Akaashi's help. All you need is for him to comfort you. Tell you that he loves you for real. But you know that none of that will become true. Especially since you thought Akaashi was ignoring you as well and that he didn't care about your sick, painful state.

You locked yourself in the bathroom

2 weeks passed. You barely even go to school anymore. Everyone was worried for you, even your parents since they never seen you this down. They try to check up on you but you locked your door, keeping them from coming.

Knowing that wasn't enough, you locked yourself in the bathroom instead. You really didn't want to see anyone anymore. You just wanted to be alone. Just leave me alone.

Akaashi's worries grew big. He noticed how you weren't going to school anymore. He noticed how your brother was tense. He noticed how you acted throughout the days. Was there something you're hiding from him?

He knew he broke your heart, but you were his best friend ever since you two were little kids. So he decided, he's going to check on you after school.

Lying on the floor when I break through

Bokuto let Akaashi in his house, knowing why he was here. He knew he wants to talk privately to you so he showed him where your room is.

As Akaashi walked towards your room, he felt an eerie feeling in his stomach. Like something wasn't right. Something bad had happened.

Shaking off the feeling, he knocked lightly on your door. "[Y/n]? It's me, Akaashi. Can I please talk to you?" He waited for a response but all he got was silence. The feeling on his stomach was back.

"[Y/n] please. Everyone's worried about you." Still no response. "Look, I'm sorry. I just thought that we'd be better as friends instead of lovers. I'm sorry if I broke your heart, it was never my intend to do so. But please, I'm still your best friend and I'm worries for you. Can you at least tell me you're alright?" Still nothing.

Not only did the feeling grew bigger, but it was also telling him break down the door. He didn't know why, but his gut was telling him there was definitely something wrong.

Taking a deep breath, Akaashi kicked your door down, surprised at his own strength. He stepped inside your room slowly, looking around only to see you were nowhere to be found.

He then noticed the light coming from the bathroom. He thought you were taking a shower but seeing the door slightly open made him know that you definitely weren't.

"[Y/n]?" Akaashi slowly opened the door and stepped in, gaze on the floor just in case you were actually doing something privately. But his blood ran cold when he saw blood splatter on the floor.

Gulping, he hesitated to look up. But once his eyes landed your bloodied hand, it was enough for him to immediately go to your side and cradled your cold body.

I pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

"No no no..." He rambled, nearing your chest to his ear to hear your heartbeat. It was weak, the beating barely even audible. Tears formed in his eyes when his looked at you, there was a petal hanging from your mouth and there was still more inside.

"No way..." He whispered, knowing what the petals meant. He didn't think it was actually real. He thought it was just an urban legend. It wasn't real. This is just a dream.

As he keeps thinking that, the more he looked at you, he knew that this was reality. Akaashi let out a loud sob and hugged your body tightly.

"[Y/n]! Wake up! Please! Don't leave me! I'm sorry!"

Bokuto and his parents heard his sobs and immediately went inside your bathroom to see what was happening.

Bokuto's eyes widened, seeing your pale, bloodied body in Akaashi's arms. Without wasting time, he immediately called an ambulance, his voice cracking and shaking everytime he spoke.

Your parents were just staring at you in horror. Their own daughter dying in front of them. And they didn't even know what was the cause.

"Don't leave me, [Y/n]!" Akaashi kept sobbing out the same phrase, shaking your body, hoping you'd wake up.

But you were slowly fading away.

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Akaashi, your family and your friends, which was the whole volleyball team, waited anxiously at the waiting room. The air was tense and no one dared to talk to each other.

Akaashi gripped his hair tightly, praying so many times that you'd wake up and be beside him again. How come he was so stupid to let this happen to you? He was the one who caused this. This was his fault. All of it.

If only he could've shut his damn mouth. If only he tried harder to love you. If only he had been by your side. If only he said "I love you" for real. This wouldn't have happened.

Everyone got snapped out of their thoughts when the doctor came out of the room you were in. The doctor gave them a sympathetic look, it was enough to tell them that you weren't going to make it.

"You may visit her if you want." The doctor says. Everyone looked at each other and nodded, before moving their gaze to Akaashi, saying he should go first. But he insisted going in last.

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Akaashi entered your room, his breath hitching when he saw your unconscious body. It was time for him to say goodbye. But he didn't want to. He wants you to wake up and tell him that you were fine. But you weren't. Not after what had happened.

Akaashi sat on the chair beside you, hesitantly holding your hand. He pretends he doesn't feel how cold it was and just stared at your hand.

He let out a shaky exhale and looked at you. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop him from breaking down. "I swear I'll make this right..." He whispers. "[Y/n], I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to break your heart. I didn't mean to do this to you. I-I didn't mean to make you suffer from this pain." His voice cracked and his tears failed to be held back.

"I promise... I'll love you truly when I see you again. I will never let you experience this heartbreak again." He croaks. He gently lifted your hand and placed a soft peck on your knuckles.

Slowly pulling away, he stared at you one last time before the heartbeat monitor started beeping. Hanging his head low, he walked outside the room as the doctors and nurses went to you.

Akaashi ignored the calling he got from his friends and just went towards the restroom. He stared at his reflection, looking at himself in disgust. He swore he will never forgive himself from what had happened and would beat himself up.

Hold on, I still need you

A/n: WHY. DO. I. KEEP. MAKING. ANGST. WITH. THE. CHARACTERS. I. LOVE?!?! GAHHH😭😭😭😭

#anime #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #angst

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🍳 Get the Egg Away 🍳

A.N : based on anon's idea few days ago about pregnant yoongi. A little bit angst but i dont know .. if this good enough .. since im suck at writing angst or something with plot shsjshss i hope you like it. Sorry for keep filling you with mpreg stories :") (i know the title is lame)

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting, mpreg

"What kind of demon possessed you this morning?", Yoongi asks, his brow furrowed and his hand busy rubbing his stomach that now has become prominent with his 5 months pregnancy. He sits on the counter, resting his head on his palm, looking at Namjoon that currently in a war with the pan. Yoongi giggles.

"What are you laughing about? I could have been cursed.", Namjoon says as he flips the pan over, the flames from the stove almost making him flinch away but he manages to hold it together, "but I wasn't."

"I tried to be a good husband", Namjoon says, smiling in satisfaction when he sees the egg looks decent. He lifts it up, placed it on the toast with bacon along with strawberry jam and butter too- Hobi's recipe that he grows fond of.

He grins once he finished the plating, slides it in front of his boyfriend, "Here, your breakfast. Made specially by me"

Out of every expression he was expecting from Yoongi, scrunching his face with disgust definitely is not on the list.

"Egg?", Yoongi asks with disbelief while looking down at the plate. Namjoon frowns at the tone.

" Yes? Is there anything wrong?"

Yoongi doesn't say a word, but he can see the look in his eyes. obvious Yoongi is pissed. Namjoon doesn't know what he did wrong to cause such a reaction out of his boyfriend.

He wants to apologize immediately, but his pride was holding him back. "You dont want to eat that?"

"No", Yoongi pulls the plate away again.

Now. Namjoon is pissed.

"I know i'm not a good cooker, like you, but what's wrong with that? Is me cooking for you is that bad?" Namjoon tries to defend himself, to reason with Yoongi.

But that doesn't work.

"Joon, I don't want eggs."

Namjoon looks at him. A deep frown on his lips. Yoongi never refuses an egg and always eats them before anyone else.

"What? Why?'

Yoongi huffs, " I just not ! I think i have told you thousand times before that i can't eat eggs?"

"I would've remembered if you told me. When is it?"

"You know, 2 days ago. I threw up after eating our ramen that had egg in there!", Yoongi says, voice slightly raised and Namjoon frown again, " You throw up nearly everyday and every time hyung. How am i supposed to know that it the eggs that makes you sick?", he asks and Yoongi shakes his head in defeat. "You should've known if you care about me", he pouts now. Fiddling with his sweater. Namjoon would coos at the sight right now, Yoongi's chubby cheeks, his little bump that drowns in his fluffy baby blue sweater, and the pink lips that forming a pout ... Gosh. His boyfriend is too adorable for his good — if he's not fuming with emotion right now.

Namjoon scoffs, " You're not making any sense now, Yoongi"

And that makes his boyfriend snap his head, "It's still hyung for you, Joon-ah", he points out, " And what's not make any sense? I just say that i cant eat eggs! It's making me nauseous. Why you had to make it as a big deal?"

"Well, maybe because i wake up early to prepare this and because of the egg you refused to eat it?", Namjoon ran his fingers through his blonde hair, looking at everywhere else but Yoongi as he knows he would just forget everything and apologize if he sees the older. " I can't believe we argue about the egg. Pregnancy really make you more irritable, hyung"

"Is that what you think? Me? Irritable and annoying?", Namjoon turns his gaze immediately after he registers what he just said. There is Yoongi, looking at him with tears covering his orbs.

Fuck, Namjoon, you're so stupid-

" No no hyung that whats i mean-", Namjoon stammered, moving his way to the other side of the counter, wanting to hug his boyfriend but Yoongi swatted his hand, "Then what am i suppose to take that sentence? I hear you loud and clear. Glad to know what you've been thinking this whole time", Yoongi said through his teeth, wiping his tears with the back of his hands, sniffling.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Now Namjoon feels even worse. Why was it this hard?

" Hyung", he says, trying to get closer, reaching out and grabbing Yoongi's hand to bring it into his lap. But instead, the older reach out for the plate and take a mouthful of it, "Thank you for breakfast. You should eat, we gonna be late"

"Hyung .. you shouldn't eat it if that makes you nauseous", Namjoon tells, his voice small and scared as he watches the elder slowly chewing on what he had in his mouth.

"I don't care if i vomit or something" Yoongi shrugs, taking another bite.

"But it might upset your baby—"

"You were mad at me earlier because i dont want to eat it, now you tell me not to, what do you want, Joon-ah?", Yoongi sighs.

The words are out of Namjoon's mouth. So he just stares quietly as Yoongi takes more.

" Stop staring at me and have your breakfast, Joonie"

And then the only sound of fork and knife surrounding them. Namjoon still can't tear his gaze from the older. He noticed how Yoongi could take a moment before swallowing. The hesitation everytime he gonna lift his fork, and how he takes a long time to chew. He even noticed when Yoongi's body jolts a little with quiet gag.

"You don't have to finish it hyung", Namjoon voices breaking Yoongi's nauseated haze. He hates seeing his boyfriend in pain, he doesn't want him to feel any. Yoongi shook his head as soon as he heard that.

"You made it, so i'll eat it".

He took another gulp.

A couple of minutes pass with both of them silent.

Yoongi finishes first.

He places the empty plate on the sink, before he stood up and leave for their shared bedroom, " I will get ready"

Namjoon nods softly, quickly to finish his food too before heading upstairs.

Namjoon's eyes widen once he opened their bedroom door. He can't found Yoongi anywhere, but there's a sound from the bathroom. He walks there, standing silently. His heart skipped a beat when he heard a small gag, then followed by a rush of liquid filling the bowl. Yoongi is vomiting.

He didn't bother to knock as he turns the handle.

Yoongi's eyes were screwed shut, hands wrapped around the rim of the bowl as he puked until the last bit came out. Namjoon steps further inside, looking at his boyfriend who now laid his head onto the toilet seat, eyes closed and breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?"

Yoongi shakes his head, before he groans and lifts himself again. His shoulder rolls as he belched into the bowl, more of brown vomit spilling from his lips. Yoongi's face is flushed red, his eyes are red as well, and his hair is damp because of sweat.

Namjoon approaches Yoongi, sitting beside him while rubbing circles on Yoongi's back with a comforting palm.

"You're doing great baby, let it out"

And Yoongi does. He continues emptying the contents of his stomach, gasping between his breaths with his nose scrunched up as he could register the toast he just ate, barely disgested, floating on the murky water below him. And the taste that lingers on his tongue only makes everything worst. His stomach twist, his head spins and he couldn't hold back the urge to vomit again.

"Your egg—uuurrkkkk", Yoongi manages to spit before turning his head. But the action caused the sick feeling to worsen and Yoongi pukes again.

" I know, i'm sorry, just finish it first hyung", Namjoon whispers.

When Yoongi is done throwing up. Namjoon helps him wipe his mouth with a wet towel and wipes his face with the same cloth.

"Are you feeling better?", Namjoon asks while he helped him lie down, Yoongi groaning as he did, letting himself rest on the soft mattress. His back aches after hunching over the toilet for a long time. His stomach is sore, and the baby keeps kicking there just adding more to the discomfort he felt. Then his argument that causing him to throw up earlier with Namjoon showing up.

Yoongi nods before placing a hand on his abdomen and rub soothingly, ducking his head down as he felt his emotion starts rising. Tears stinging behind his eyes, and before he knows, he sobs.

" Hey hey, baby, why are you crying?", Namjoon sits down next to his lover, hugging Yoongi close and letting the older cry against his chest. Yoongi clings onto him tightly, sobbing. " I'm sorry, hyung. I just didn't mean to make you sick, i swear."

"Everything feels horrible", Yoongi hiccups. He didn't care if his words come out slurred, " My stomach sore, the baby keeps kicking and making me nauseous, my back aches so bad and so is my feet, and your damn egg-", he rants in between sobs. Namjoon hushed him gently, rubbing his arm and kissing his crown.

"Shh, shh, i'm sorry hyung", Namjoon kisses the top of his boyfriend's head. And he continued holding him. Yoongi finally lets go of him with his tears dripping on Namjoon's shirt.

" Can we ...", Yoongi sniffles again, and it sounds like his throat hurts.

"... stay at home today? .."

Namjoon looks at him, "What?".

" I don't want to go anywhere. Now I've thrown up once, i know I will throw up more since my stomach still queasy", Yoongi mumbles.

" Okay", Namjoon answers immediately, " We can stay at home. Do you want anything?"

"No", Yoongi shuffles, getting comfortable on the bed, " but .. your baby kinda misses you. Can you stop making them kicking me?"

Namjoon looks at him, confused. "And how do i do that?"

Yoongi takes his wrist, slides his sweater up so it showed his bump, and placing Namjoon's palms there, motioning it against his skin, "Like that"

Namjoon laughs, "Just say you want me to rub your tummy and go"

"There's a baby now!", Yoongi pouts.

"Stop pouting or i will kiss you"

"I still taste like puke", Yoongi whines.

"Okay fine", Namjoon chuckles, " Your stomach grumbles loudly though. I can sense some kicking too", he says after a while.

"I know. It makes me nauseous when the baby moving a lot", Yoongi huffs in annoyance.

Namjoon giggles at his reaction, "It's nice to hear you complaining. I love you"

"Hnngg", Yoongi replies, "Don't you say i'm irritable?", he teases. Namjoon's face immediately falls, " I'm sorry hyung, I didn't mean that"

"I was teasing you Joonie", Yoongi smiles at him.

He brings him closer, "I know i become more annoying as im pregnant. But i can't help it, my mood control me most of the time"

"I know, i love you. I really didn't see it as anything annoying, but more too adorable. Seeing you pouts every time you complain", Namjoon grins, leaning forward to steal a kiss. Gaining gasps from the older, before his face scrunched and he clamping his mouth as he suddenly gagging.

" Joon-ah, trashcan. Now", Yoongi groaned.

Namjoon gets up from the bed and grabs the trashcan, walking back to Yoongi, placing it on the older laps as the silver-haired boy immediately hunching over it. Heaving trickle of bile and saliva as he still empty, haven't eaten anything yet.

Namjoon staring at him, "Why are you suddenly nauseous?"

A gag escaping his parted lips and a few seconds later Yoongi vomits again. "Your lips-", he chokes out before another bile making him jolts forward, "-it taste like eggs"

Namjoon stares at him, mouth agape. His eyes widened, "Gosh, you really hate eggs now?"

Yoongi pukes, before he nods and sniffles. Lifting his head a bit when his stomach calmed down, "I told you"

×××

"What did you cook now?", Yoongi greets his boyfriend that already busy in the kitchen, again, the next morning.

" Pancake", Namjoon says, gaining a hum from Yoongi as he propped himself on the counter.

Yoongi squints his eyes when he sees something different on their fridge. A sticky note.

He steps down from his seat, and walks -more like waddles- to there, taking the sticky notes.

"What is it, Joon?", he asks. Not aware how fast Namjoon turns his body and blush covering his cheeks.

" Shit, you're not supposed to see that"

Yoongi laughs, his shoulder shakes, "Seriously, Joonie? " Don't cook eggs. Yoongi hates eggs. Eggs ❌" ?"

Namjoon groans, taking the notes from Yoongi that still chuckling. "I just dont want to make you accidentally sick again"

"Oohh, you're down bad for me Joon-ah"

Namjoon rolls his eyes, "Shut up hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!namjoon #and again another mpreg fic

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Ateez: Their Crush Confesses While Drunk

Kim Hongjoong:

"I think you've had enough." Hongjoong said as he snatched the shot glass away from you.

Whining, you tried to take it back. "I think the fuck not!"

Hongjoong only snorted. "Trust me, the last thing you're doing at the moment is thinking."

Huffing, you rested your head on your hands, feeling dizzy and ready to puke at any moment.

"I am thinking for your information." You said with slurred words.

"Really? Do enlighten me, what could you possibly be thinking about in your inebriated state?" He rolled his eyes, knowing you would probably just spurt out some nonsense.

Lifting your face slightly, a goofy smile was spread on your lips.

"I'm thinking of how cute Hongjoong is..... how I just wanna squish his cheeks and kiss those lips of his."

Hongjoong nearly choked on his water at your words.

"Wait, what?"

Sighing, you confessed. "I can't stop thinking about him, I just like him so much......."

Turning to him, you held up a finger to your lips. "But he can't know. It's my little secret."

Hongjoong could clearly see that you were so drunk that you didn't realize that it was him who was in front of you right now. He only blushed slightly.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He winked at you, already planning out how he was going to tell you about this in the morning.

Park Seonghwa:

Seonghwa was currently in the process of holding your hair up as you spilled your guts out in the toilet.

"I told you not to go out with that friend of yours, cause everytime you do, you end up like this." Seonghwa cringed.

"It wasn't even that bad!" You protested.

"Oh no?! You literally tried to eat a leaf plant thinking it was a salad!" He exclaimed.

Groaning, you lifted your head. "Why are you always nagging and yelling at me?! You're not my mom!"

"Cause I'm your friend and I'd rather you not end up like a hot mess." Seonghwa said.

At his words, you teared up and started crying, it actually made Seonghwa frightened.

"I know you're only looking out for me, cause you're my friend.....that's all you'll ever be. Just my friend!"

You ended up falling on the floor, bawling your eyes out. Seonghwa didn't know whether to hug you or tell you to snap out of it.

"Why can't you love me like I love you? Why do you only see me as a friend? What's wrong with me?"

Seonghwa's heart clenched at your words. He didn't realize you were hurting just as much as he was. Gently, he picked you up and carried you to his room.

"Nothing's wrong with you, you're absolutely perfect. But you're gonna have to wait until you're sober so I can say it to you." He said to himself as he began to tuck you into bed.

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho ran around the parking lot like it was a marathon. How you managed to get lost was beyond him, but all he could think about was finding you and taking you home. After 20 minutes, he found you underneath a tree, passed out.

Sighing, he lifted you up onto his back and started carrying you back to the car. He felt you moving and whining.

"Oh you're awake." Was the only thing he said.

"Are you mad at me?" He could practically hear you pouting.

"No. I was just worried about you and I'm relieved to find you."

Finally arriving where the car was parked, he felt you tighten your hold on him.

"Wait! Let me just stay like this for a bit." You begged him.

"Why?" Yunho asked.

"Cause I really really like you, and you only let me hold you like this when I'm wasted. Let me just stay like this before it's over."

Yunho got flustered by your words, but made no move to get you off him just yet. When he felt that you were asleep, he carefully placed you in the passenger seat and buckled you in.

"You know if you want me to hold you like that, all you have to do is ask."

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang tried to avoid looking at you in your drunk state. You were currently grinding against somebody, occasionally even letting them kiss your neck, which made him clench his fist under the table. He refused to admit he was jealous though.

Walking up to him, you tried to bring him out of his seat. "Come on Yeosangie! Dance with me!"

He pulled his hand away rather harshly. "No thank you."

You pouted at him. "Come on! Have some fun."

"Y/N stop wasting your time with me and just go back to dry humping whoever you were with." His voice was angry.

Huffing, you stomped your foot. "At least they actually pay attention to me! What do I have to do to get you to notice me? Obviously making you jealous isn't working."

Yeosang only whipped his head towards you. "What?"

"Have you ever been remotely attracted to me? Cause I'm super attracted to you. I seriously like you. But why don't you find me attractive?"

Yeosang looked at you, wondering if it really was you or just the alcohol talking. He did find you attractive, extremely and he was insanely jealous. But he wasn't going to tell you that until he knew for sure you would repeat what you said in the morning.

Choi San:

You woke up with a pounding headache, already regretting the alcohol intake last night. Once your eyes focused, you saw San looking right at you, a huge smile on his face. You screamed and sat up immediately, covering yourself, not realizing both of you were fully clothed.

"Well good morning to you too love." He giggled as he cupped your cheeks.

You squirmed out of his touch, making him pout.

"Is that any way to greet your boyfriend? Come on baby, give me a kiss." He leaned in once again but you dodged him.

"What on earth is wrong with you Choi San?!" You exclaimed.

"What's wrong with me?! What's with you?! First you confess to me, telling me how much you want to date me, and even after I say yes, you treat me like I have coronavirus?"

You stood there, stunned at him.

"What?"

"Don't you remember what happened last night?" He asked.

When you shook your head, he sighed before telling you all the events of last night, from your awkward confession, to him accepting and how he let you sleep with him cause to him you have been official since last night.

Song Mingi:

Mingi was currently standing next to a wild dancing you, trying to make sure you didn't hurt yourself, hurt anyone, or worse, go home with somebody. That was definitely something he wasn't letting happen on his watch.

"Are you having fun Mingi?!" You hollered at the top of your lungs.

"Yeah..... so much." He responded as he adjusted his position, blocking the view of someone who was eyeing you too much.

You turned to him with a mischievous grin on your face.

"If I jump, would catch me?" You asked.

"What?!" He asked, wondering if he heard you right with the music blasting too loud.

Without warning, you sprinted to him before jumping into his arms. Mingi stumbled a bit, but regained his balance quickly. He looked over to make sure you weren't hurt.

"You're either really brave or really stupid when you're drunk." He shook his head at you.

"What would you classify this as then?"

Right then and there, you crashed your lips against his, giving him a rather desperate kiss, leaving him stunned.

"Y-yah! What was that for?!" He asked, blushing violently.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that. You don't know how long I've wanted you." You confessed, nuzzling into his neck.

Mingi was at a loss for words, he tried not to, but a happy smile formed on his face.

"Y-yah.... Don't say things like that when I don't know if you're serious or not. Don't make my heart flutter just like that."

Jung Wooyoung:

For once, Wooyoung didn't get wasted with you. In fact, he wanted to stay sober just to see if the alcohol in your system would reveal your true feelings for him, since he knew you had no filter when you were drunk. But so far, it seemed you avoided the question.

That was until a girl came up to Wooyoung, flirting with him and practically throwing herself at him. That's when you stepped in and confronted her.

"Hey! Hands off what's not yours you skank!" You warned her.

"Who or what are you?" She scoffed.

"I'm the one who's gonna rearrange your bitch face if you keep hitting on him! He's mine you hear?! I called dibs long ago!" You shouted.

Wooyoung chuckled and blushed at your confession.

"Finally, I knew it. I knew you had the hots for me." He said to himself, proud that he got the confirmation he wanted.

"Fight me bitch! Try me!"

Your voice snapped him back and he realized he needed to pull you away before you got into a cat fight over him, not that he'd mind seeing that.

Choi Jongho:

Jongho stood looking unimpressed as your drunken voice was heard through the dozens of voice mails you left him.

"Yah Choi Jongho! Why aren't you answering me?! I have something important to say!"

"You don't have practice so pick up your phone you oversized panda!"

Jongho chuckled at your cute attempt to offend him.

"Why are you ignoring me?! You're so mean! You asshole!"

He rolled his eyes at that. It was 3 a.m when you sent that voice mail, meaning he was asleep by then in the comfort of his bed, completely unaware that you were getting wasted.

The last voice mail was at 5:30 a.m.

"I'm home, I'm crying and I hope you're happy! Hope you're happy that your life is perfect while I'm here suffering cause I love you so much! I love you so much and you don't give 2 damns you fruit murderer! You treat my heart like those stupid apples you split!"

He could hear your sad, depressed sobs.

"I hate you!..... I love you but I hate you!! You and your stupid muscly arms! But oh god how they turn me-"

The last thing he heard was your puking noises before the message ended.

"Aish! Seriously Y/N! You couldn't think of a better way to confess to me?" Sighing, he picked up his jacket, making his way to your house to take care of your hungover ass and get an explanation.

Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.

#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines

[thejolexgroupchat]

the one where they met in med school - part twenty-five

bullet wounds and blood transfusions

hi everyone, hope you enjoy this long awaited part of this fic. let us know what you think in the comments!

Jo didn’t think she’d ever been so scared in her life. Seeing Alex’s body on the conference table, slowly bleeding out from a bullet wound was absolutely terrifying. She felt nauseous looking at him. Honestly, she couldn’t really tell if that was the adrenaline or the morning sickness, but nonetheless she wanted to puke.

There was something so unnatural and foreign about seeing Alex’s blood soaked scrubs and pale, lifeless form. She’d seen GSW’s on multiple occasions and knew exactly how dangerous that could be. She knew exactly how many ways this could go wrong. The bullet had hit him in his chest and was likely affecting his lungs among other organs.

Alex let out a small noise, breaking Jo out of her thoughts as she rushed over to his side. He grunted in pain, “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”

“Alex!” Jo desperately met his eyes, placing her hands on either side of his face.

Alex was barely conscious but as soon as he saw her he forced a small smile onto his face, “Hey you. You're safe.”

“Alex Karev you do not get to die today, do you hear me? You don’t get to die because,” Jo let a sob overtake her as she stared down at Alex, attempting to get coherent words out as she fought back the urge to break down. “Because you promised me forever. You promised that I’d never have to be alone anymore. You promised me a house, and a wedding, and kids. We’re supposed to have a house full of babies… Damn it Alex, we’re having a baby and you can’t die! You can’t leave me when we’re so close to getting everything we’ve dreamed about for so long. So please, please don’t die on me.”

Alex scrunched his face in pain as he looked up in disbelief, struggling to keep his eyes open, “Are you really telling me you’re pregnant right now?”

“I didn’t really think I should wait any longer,” Jo tried to stifle a laugh but it came up sounding like a sob. “Please don't die today.”

Alex’s eyes shut again, but his hand squeezed Jo’s tightly as she watched him with bated breath. She didn’t know how much longer she could sit there watching him bleed out onto a conference room table but she knew she’d stay as long as she could.

The next few hours passed slowly, Alex drifting in and out of consciousness as Mark tried to stem his bleeding with the few supplies they had. Everytime his eyes opened up Alex would look around frantically until he found Jo, her position next to him with his hand clasped tightly in hers never wavering.

He'd mumble unintelligibly on occasion and grunt in pain as Mark continued treating him. At some point after Alex's breathing grew very labored, Mark decided that it was time for a chest tube.

"We've got to do it. He's got a collapsed lung and his oxygen levels are diminishing fast," Mark ran a hand along his face. "He's going to scream in pain and alert the shooter that we're here. So Jo, I know you're worried and stressed, but I really need you to distract him. Do something, anything so that he doesn't focus on the pain and so that Lexie and I can hold him down.”

Jo’s eyes prickled with tears as she nodded and held Alex down so that Mark could begin his work. She caressed his face lightly, “Alex.”

Alex grunted in pain, “Yeah?”

“Alex, I know you are hurting right now and I am so sorry, but you’re going to be in a bit more pain soon,” Jo paused and watched as Alex shook his head in protest. “I need you to be quiet now, okay? I’m gonna be right here. I swear, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re doing great Alex, really great,” Mark spoke. “Now, I need to put in a chest tube. You with me? Okay?”

“No, no chest tube,” Alex clenched his jaw tightly. “I’m okay. Don’t cut me.”

“Lexie, you get the betadine ready and I’ll do the rest. Okay?” Mark instructed.

“Okay,” Lexie wiped a few tears on her shoulder. “Okay.”

“Jo, hold him down for me. I need you to hold him still,” Mark waited as Lexie began to clean the area.

As soon as Mark began making the incision, Alex shouted out in pain, “Ah! AH!”

“Oh God,” Lexie whimpered sadly at the sight of her friend in distress. “Oh my God.”

“Shut him up! Shut him up,” Mark looked at Jo for help.

“AH!”

“Okay, okay…” Jo looked around frantically for something to stuff into his mouth to muffle the cries of pain. She found a somewhat clean towel and put it in between his teeth to bite on. “Alex, baby, please. I know it hurts really bad but I need you to be quiet. He could come back. The shooter could come back if he hears you.” Jo felt the hot tears run down her face as Alex let out a particularly strangled cry. “I’m so sorry, Alex. I’m so sorry.”

***

“B.P’s 60 palp,” Lexie her stethoscope around her neck.

“He’s losing a lot of blood. Damn it,” Mark sighed. “He needs a transfusion. I don’t know what we’re gonna do.”

“I’ll go,” Jo let out a breath. “I’ll go get the blood for him.”

“No, Jo you need to stay here,” Mark shook his head.

“He needs blood though, he can’t go without blood. He’ll die,” Jo felt herself grow agitated at Mark’s protest. “We can’t just leave him here to bleed out.”

“I’m not suggesting that,” Mark frowned. “It’s too dangerous. I can’t let you go out there in good conscience. I’ll do it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You’re the attending. Alex needs you here more than he needs me,” Jo insisted and pressed a hand to her chest as she felt the anxiety increase within her. “And I can’t just sit around here waiting for him to bleed out on the table. I can’t Mark, I can’t watch him die.”

“I’ll go,” Lexie interrupted. “I’ll go get it.”

“That’s insane. I’ll get it,” Mark flashed a crazed look towards Lexie.

“No. Jo is right. I don’t know what to do, neither of us know what to do. You know what to do. You need to stay here and take care of him and Jo can help you,” Lexie placed a hand on Jo’s arm. “Jo, you need to be here. Alex needs you right now. He’s in so much pain and he needs you to hold his hand and tell him that you love him and remind him that he’s going to be a dad, because you’re having a baby. You’re pregnant, Jo. That’s the best news in the world right now. And you’re my best friend, which means that it's my job to take care of both you and the baby. So, you’re going to stay here because I don’t need two more Karevs in danger.”

“Lexie…”

“I’m serious,” Lexie took a deep breath and leaned over Alex. He had a glazed expression in his eyes. “Alex, it’s me. It’s Lexie. I’m gonna go get you some blood, but I’ll be right back. Don’t die. Please don’t die.”

Once Lexie had made her way out the door, Alex mustered enough strength to speak, “Hey, Sloan. Try not to kill me. I’ve got a kid on the way and a wedding to plan.”

“I’m doing my best,” Mark answered sincerely.

#the one where they met in med school #jolex #jolex fanfic #jolex fanfiction #alex karev #jo wilson #jo x alex #mark sloan #lexie grey #slexie #jolexie #hospital shooting #babies #future plans #jolex babies #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy fanfiction #grey's anatomy fanfic #grey's anatomy au

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Friends to lovers- Atsumu x Liz

@haikyuuublog

g/n-girl's name

B/n-Boyfriends name

L/n- Last name

I don't know yours lol ^

-3047 words-

"Atsumu!!" He looked at you as you ran into the gym.

"Hey!"

"Hi..." You sighed, bending over to catch your breath. "I made it, phew."

"Ya beat yer new record." You both laughed, you hugged him before backing up. Right on time Atusmu's girlfriend walked in.

"Oh, hi, Liz"

"G/n. Hi, so are we still thinking about Saturday?" Atsumu's girlfriend and him furred their brows. "Dinner with me and B/n. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah, we can make it."

"Oh, it's fine. So, Tsumu, what are we doing for our traditional Friday nights?"

"OH, I totally forgot about that, is it okay if I skip it?" Skip it? "I sort of promised G/n, I'd take her out." You forced a smile, that's 5 times in the past 5 weeks.

"Oh, it's fine... I'll just invite B/n over instead." Atsumu felt as if you were replacing him, but to be honest he's never around anymore to replace. "I'll see you at practice?" You asked.

"Oh, practice was cancelled." You looked at his girlfriend.

"Oh, okay, well... see you whenever I guess..." You frowned as you walked home.

The next 5 weeks were hell, everytime you'd see Atsumu, he'd wave but then his girl would pull him away. You haven't seen him since, you sighed and walked over to your boyfriend. "Hey, love."

"Hey, everything okay?"

"Hm, yeah." He looked at you and rolled his eyes.

"Bummed about what's his face?"

"Atsumu, how many times do I have to tell you his name. And he's my best friend."

"Right, think about this, if he's your so called best friend, he wouldn't be ignoring you and blowing you off." You rolled your eyes, knowing he's right. "And I'm tired of you talking about him."

"I miss him, it's been 10 weeks since we hung out."

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I not enough?" Where is this coming from?

"Of course you are, I'm just saying-"

"I'm not having this conversation." You frowned as he walked away, you leaned against your locker slowly sliding down it.

"Ya know moping isn't going to help." You groaned before looking at the male. "What was that about?"

“Osamu, do you know they say curious it’s killed the cat?”

"Well, when it includes my brother, something's going to die." You both laughed lightly, he joined you on the floor hitting your knee softly. "What's up?"

"I haven't hung out with your brother in 10 weeks." Osamu looked at you confused.

"Really? He usually can't go one day without seeing ya, did something happen?"

"His girlfriend happened..." Osamu looked at you and sighed.

"Ya know, the damn idiot won't stop talking about ya. He's worried. He feels as if yer replacing him."

"He's never around to be replaced, Samu. It'd be one thing if he was, but he's not. It's like I don't exist when she's around... Was practice cancelled the other day?"

"Huh? No, ya know we only cancel practice when it rains or something major came up."

"Right, of course. She lied..."

"Hey, would a hug from a guy who looks like your best friend but better, help?" You laughed a little, nodding your head. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in. "Just pretend I'm Tsumu, mk?"

"Okay... but it's not the real thing..." You frowned into his shirt sighing. "I miss your brother..."

"But I'm right here..." You pulled away and looked behind you seeing Atsumu frowning. "What ya doing?"

"Comforting ya best friend since ya can't."

"What's that suppose to mean?!" You sighed, Osamu got up and frowned.

"Ya hurting ya best friend, you idiot. That's what I mean, am I gonna have to go behind ya and pick up the pieces?"

"Ya don't have to pick up anything because they're is nothing to pick up!" You sighed standing up.

"Boys..."

"Ye? Where have ya been the past 10 Fridays?" You frowned as Atsumu looked at you, but you wouldn't meet his eyes. "I'll tell ya where, not with Liz, the girl you promised since we were 8 ya'd stay over and eat till ya puke every Friday night. Na. Ya can't keep complaining to me asking if she's replacing ya, because ya aren't around to be replaced." Osamu's voice was calm, it was since the beginning of the fight.

"I..."

"What? Too busy up ya girlfriend's ass to notice how bad ya hurting the one person who cares about ya?"

"Osamu, it's fine... Drop it." He looked at you and scoffed.

"Fine, fix ya own problems, then." You wanted to call out to him as he walked away, but you fought against it.

"Liz... I-"

"Just, forget about it, ye? You go back to your girlfriend. I'll go back to B/n... I hate feeling like a stranger to you, Atsumu, especially you. So if that's what she wants me to be, then fine. But... I can't do this. I can't see you and know you'd ignore me. Goodbye." You bumped your shoulder with his before walking down the hall. You turned the cornor looking behind it seeing him standing there confused, before shaking his head. He walked away before stopping down the end of the hall, looking at where you'd disappeared and scoffed.

"Fine." His cold voice filled the dead hallway. Just like that, you lost your best friend.

--

The past few weeks you got the job as manager of the volleyball team, which sucks. You'd always do your best to ignore Atsumu and G/n. You'd spent more time talking to Samu and Suna, but when no one was looking you looked at your best friend, he doesn't even look effected, not like you do. Everyone can honestly tell you can't sleep. Even Atsumu. But that's not his place to ask you if you were okay, you made that clear. You dragged yourself home resting against a fence, sighing. You haven't been eating much either. "Liz?" You can hear the voice, but everything was blurry and before you knew it, you were out like a light.

By time you came through, you noticed you were on a couch. You wanted to sit up, but voices told you otherwise.

"What is she doing here?" G/n.

"I found her before she passed out." You can't tell which twin is was.

"I won't her gone, Osamu."

"I'm sorry, do you have me mistaken for your boyfriend.? I know we're twins, but ya must be blind if ya trying to order me around. Ya don't own me, ya don't own my brother, so stop treating him like shit!"

"Oi, I'm home I heard..." You could hear his voice stop, you kept your eyes closed and pretended to be sleeping. "I... what is she doing here?"

"Found her before she passed out. Must of not been eating properly." You felt someone shuffle next to you, "Liz?" You opened your eyes slowly, meeting Osamu's eyes. "When was the last time ya ate?"

"Not since the..." You frown, trying to choke back tears, "not since..." You wanted to say why, but... you couldn't. Osamu's eyes widen as tears fell.

"Can't B/n take care of her, isn't this his problem?" You sobbed at his name, making Atsumu and Osamu confused and worried.

"Did he do something?" You wanted to scoff at how concerned Atsumu sounded, but all you could do was nod.

"I... I s-suppose it was m-my fault..." Osamu sighed before heading back into the kitchen, Atsumu took his brothers place, gently sitting you up.

"Ya feel so light..."

"Wow, thanks Tsumu." The old nickname running off your tongue made you finch.

"I didn't mean it like that." Osamu handed you some rice balls.

"Is this about that night ya called?" Atsumu looked at y'all confused.

"Night ya called? When did ya call?" You ignored Atsumu and nodded to his brother, eating the food, rather quickly. "When did she call?" His brother ignored him too.

"I'm sorry about what happened, Liz. You want anything?" You handed him the plate after finishing the two rice balls.

"No thank you, Samu." Atsumu hated this.

"Quit ignoring him!" You bit back your tongue and looked at your friend.

"Check your phone and ya know." Was all you said, before standing up. "Thank ya, Samu, I should get going."

"Wait hold up, what happened?" You scoffed and looked at him.

"It doesn't matter. Okay? We're not friends anymore."

"Yeah, ya sure as hell made that clear." Osamu sighed, he hated seeing y'all fight.

"Guys..." His girlfriend stood off to the side as well.

"What's that suppose to mean? I'm just giving your girlfriend what she wanted."

"What are ya talking about?" G/n was about to step in, but Osamu stopped her.

"What am I talking about? Seriously, is your head that far up her ass!" You yelled, stepping a little closer. "I don't what I did, but every time I see you, she always drags you away. And if I manage to see you it's always, I can't talk right now, bye, or I promised her I'd take her out, or I'm sorry, practice is cancelled, can't give me that excuse now, huh?" Atsumu frowned, not saying anything back. "You put this on yourself Atsumu... if you were really my best friend, you wouldn't of let her get between us like this. You would've called when B/n cheated on me, you would've been here instead of Samu. Your. Damn. Brother. Osamu was there. Suna was there. Kita, everyone, even Sakusa. But not the one person I needed the most, not the one person, who I love the most." Atsumu's eyes widen at your confession, Osamu's softened. He knew from the beginning of your crush on his twin, and when he got a girlfriend, you forced yourself to get a boyfriend, eventually falling for him. You were like his sister, but... he knew. He knew this would happen.

"Liz... I..."

"I think that's enough." You both looked at Osamu.

"Yeah, you should just leave." You looked back at Atsumu as his girlfriend spoke.

"Do you want me gone?" Atsumu tried to speak, but nothing came out, of course he didn't want you gone. "Fine. You picked your choice, Tsumu. I'm s-sorry for the pain... or hard ache I c-caused, it m-must of been p-painful. Congrats, now, you lost me..." You wiped your tears and walked the door, stopping to turn around to face him, "Just so you know, it was G/n, he cheated on me with." You said before walking out the house.

"Out." Atusmu looked back at his brother confused, was he kicking him out?

"Atsumu, I don't like his tone, tell him to treat me nicer." He looked down at her, that's when he realized, she wasn't you.

"I... no." She gasped looking at him.

"What?"

"Don't you think you've done enough the past few months?"

"What?"

"You just made me drive away the only person who understood me. Don't you think you've done enough?" Osamu stayed quiet, letting his brother talk.

"Excucse me?! That bitch was trying to take me from you. Why is everything about her?"

"She's my best friend, ya haven't even let me go near her in 20 weeks! Why didn't I get that call, G/n? Where were ya when I got that call?"

"What...?"

"The call from when her boyfriend cheated! Why didn't I get it?! Where were ya?!"

"Because I put your phone on air plane mode!"

"Was she telling me the truth? Did you sleep with B/n?"

"You're gonna believe her over me?!"

"I am when ya're not saying no! Ya did didn't ya?! That's why ya blew me off! Was all this a game to ya? Punish her through me?"

"I..."

"Did ya actually love me?"

"Atsumu, of course, I do. But, I fell... I love B/n, too."

"What about me?!" She jumped and took a step back as I took a step forward. "Ya'd thought ya'd use me and then go to him after it all?! I'm not a toy ya use and then throw it away when ya done! Why do ya hate her so much?!" I sighed as tears fell, Osamu never seen his brother look so... broken. "Why me? Why fuck with me if ya fell for someone else?" Osamu, pulled his brother back a little. "Why wasn't I good enough?"

"You were... you were more than enough, but... but then I found out she was in love with you." Osamu felt his brothers body relax a little in his arms. "I knew... I knew I had no chance, so... I played you, I made you fall for me hard so you'd have no choice but to forget her. Then... I'd break you both..."

"Get. Out!" She jumped as Osamu and Atsumu's cold voices spoke at once. She walked out of the house, Atsumu fell to the ground.

"I fucked up, Samu..."

"Yeah, ya did. What are ya going to do about it? Ya know she's planning on leaving right?"

"What?"

"Ye, her aunt's coming to get her, a taxi should be reaching her by now, it's not too late."

"Why are ya helping me?"

"Because yer my brother, ya deserve to get the girl. Especially Liz. She loves ya, ya love her, that simple. Now go, before it becomes too late." Atsumu didn't need to hear it twice before taking off to your house.

Once he reached you, you were about to get into the car, "Liz!" You stopped and rolled your eyes. You said something before looking at Atsumu.

"What? I think we said everything that had to be said, Atsumu."

"Ya never gave me the chance to talk."

"I don't have time for this," You said about to get in the car, it began to drizzle a little, how ironic.

"I knew!" You stopped at the sudden outburst, turning around to look at him.

"What?"

"I knew... the second I met ya, ya were gonna change my life. I knew that whatever I was going through, I wanted ya right next to me. I wanted ya by my side. And day by day I noticed ya changed." You crossed your arms and looked at him. "Ya were depressed, ya didn't sing much, smile much, write much. Ya became numb, I use to love watching ya sing to ya heart content, but I... I was the reason ya were like that. I didn't tell ya how I felt because I didn't want to ruin what we had as friends. So I started dating G/n. I declined the way I felt about ya, so I could stay in ya life. I watched ya date assholes all because I was scared to put myself out there. Then B/n... changed all that. Or so I thought. I ignored ya, not just because of G/n, but because I was jealous. I didn't want to see ya happy if it wasn't me making ya happy, Liz. Liz L/n, I've been in love with ya since we were 8. I learned how ya walked, talked, laughed, joked, yer sarcasm from yer serious, I learned how ya'd smile when ya wrote, the face ya make when ya'd sing. I learned everything about ya and I figured it out in two seconds. The fasts I've ever learned anything." You both laughed softly as he walked over to you, continuing his speech. "I knew... I always knew. Those feelings don't go away. They never did. I was afraid I hung out around ya, I'd end up kissing ya. I'd end up telling ya everything 'm telling ya now. I knew ya were happy with B/n, or at least I thought so, and I couldn't ruin that for ya. So I backed off... to let ya be happy. Because got damn it, it was hard. It took a lot of self-control, I didn't know I had. But 'm tired of backing off, I won't let ya date another asshole or anyone else... I want to be the only person who makes ya the happiest girl in the world. And I don't care if I sound selfish." He stopped walking when he was face to face with you. "Because loving ya, I have to be selfish because if 'm not. Someone will sweep yer beautiful ass right from under me. And I won't let that happen. I love ya." By time he was done, it was pouring, blending in with the tears that fell down your face. But neither of you cared, you wanted to slap him so bad, wanted to tell him he was an idiot.

"You're an idiot, Tsumu." He furred his brows as you laughed, he waited to see if you'd say anything after, but you were still surprised by his speech. "You are an idiot." Was all you can say. You shook your head, grabbing both his cheeks, pulling him down to your level, he smiled at how close you two were. "But I fell in love with this idiot." You crashed your lips to his, it was filled with passion. Longer. It was the type of kiss that made your knees weak and sent sparks bouncing through your veins. When y'all pulled away to catch your breaths, you both letting out nervous heavy breaths. Your faces still close, but this time he grabbed your waist pulling you close as he closed the gap. Kissing you with more force, more passion. His tongue gazed your bottom lip begging to explore your mouth. You allowed the request, opening your mouth letting your tongues dance against each other as the heat of the moment bathed you both. You both finally pulling away for air, "This is such a cheesy scene, chasing after me, and kissing me in the rain." You laughed pleased from the make out session you just had, the one you both longed for.

"I thought this was your perfect kiss fantasy? Kissing in the rain?"

"You remember that?"

"Of course, I remember everything about ya." He kissed you once more before paying your taxi driver, bringing you back to his house, where you both got scowled for probably getting sick and congratulated for 'manning up' and confessing.

#haikyuu #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu #haikyuuuuublog #confessing #heartache #happy ending #kissing in the rain #cliche #friends to lovers

[maraudersbiitch]

cardigan {r.l}

- “ I should kiss you right now”

description - remus is in the hospital wing after a rough full moon and the reader is scared 

warnings: fluff, im sorry it’s kinda sad and minor curse words, lots of internal monologue oops? (this was my first one so it’s *inserts puking emoji* sorry)

word count - 0.7k. 

Tonight was rough, sitting by the window all night staring at the full moon wishing that he would be okay, all I could hear was pained howling coming from Remus everytime it would make my heart clench with fear. He’s had a difficult week and he tends to take it out on himself when he transforms. I hated every second of it. I just want him to be okay, I need him to be okay. I don’t care about the stupid scars he worries about I just want Remus to be okay. 

I keep my eyes trained on the entrance to the Whomping Willow as I see Madam Pomfrey aiding a battered, limping and utterly destroyed Remus Lupin to the hospital wing. With that hurriedly put on one of Remus’ cardigan bolted out my dorm and rushed down the stairs. In the common room I was met with the tear stained faces of James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettegrew. 

“Y/N,” James said, matching the worried look on my face that only made my heart thrash wilder in my chest “ Pomfrey said no one can see him until dinner” and with that I knew it was worse than I thought. 

My legs felt weak as I was about to fall Sirius caught me “Shit,” he murmured “He’ll be okay I promise” he said with sincerity in his eyes I just wished he was right, with that I broke down sobbing into his chest.

The day dragged on, as much as I tried I couldn’t focus in my classes my thoughts about Remus clouding my concentration. He had to be okay, I needed him to be okay. He saved me when I needed him and now I can’t do anything to help him. I had tried to go to the hospital wing during lunch but Madame Pomfrey refused to let me in. I just wanted to be there for him. I knew he just needed someone there. My worries about him plagued my thoughts 

What if he was still unconscious? 

What if he was so injured he couldn't get up? 

What if they thought he was going to — no, I can’t let myself think like that. He was brave for me when I needed him and now I have to do the brave for him. But how? How could I possibly be something I'm not? 

Now I stood outside the doors of the hospital wing wanting to go in but my legs wouldn’t let me. I had to see him, I needed to make sure he was okay. 

I walked in with my palms shaking and my breath uneven “Miss Y/L/N,” Madame Pomfrey greeted warmly “ You’re here to see Mr. Lupin I assume?” 

“Uh yes I just wanted to check on him” my voice wavers as she nods in the direction of Remus’ bed. As I sat down on the chair next to him he spoke. 

“Hey darling” he said warmly, wincing in pain as he sat up “Hi” I said unable to push down the tears that pooled in my eyes 

“No, no please don't cry. I'm okay I promise” he reassured me while lacing our fingers together. I looked back up at him and smiled, I knew he was just lying for my sake. I could see the pain in his eyes. 

“I-I was scared, I needed you to be okay” he smiled back at me 

“You care too much Y/N,” I shook my head wildly at him and he chuckled “hey, that's my favourite one” he said, noticing the cardigan I had tightly wrapped around myself.

“Yeah I know, it smells like you,” I spoke shyly causing him to let out a bark of a laugh. “Hey,” I said defensively “it's not that weird” 

“No Y/N it’s not weird at all” 

“Oh! I just remembered I have chocolate for you” I said smiling.

“Oh my Merlin I should kiss you right now!” he exclaimed. 

I laughed “ Yeah, you should”

#marauders remus lupin remus lupin x reader #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader

[lupinsravenclaw]

Until we meet again// The Weasley au

content warning: mention of death, hints of depression, swearing, intense sadness:((

George sat on his bed, staring at the blank wall. No expression on his face other than complete and utter despair. His eyes were dull, lifeless, hurt, while his skin was grey and sickly looking. He had sat there, for hours on end since they had came back from the Battle of Hogwarts. Fred's death, naturally, took a horrendous toll on the Weasley family. From being a jolly, close family to being completely isolated and silent. No one hardly spoke since they had came back, it had been three months. The silence was deadly. And it had corrupted the house completely.

George's eyes were red, swollen and puffy from violent sobs. He hadn't cried for about an hour yet he could form no thoughts, no words. Nothing. It had felt as though he had lost himself, in theory he did. He lay back on his bed, closing his stinging eyes, he wanted to stop replaying the images in his mind, seeing Fred's lifeless body on the floor covered in blood. The memories were printed into his mind like a tattoo, yet unlike a tattoo these memories remain printed and would print in his mind forever. He said to himself ‘it should of been me’, and this thought circulated his broken mind until his eyes became too heavy to keep open- falling into a deep sleep.

"George, wake up you lazy git. Come on it's summer, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes is absolutely chocker! The puking pastels are going down a treat though I’m not sure why, the summer holidays will be ruined”Fred exclaims going off on a tangent before a sleepy George awakens. His eyebrows knit together rubbing his head, a confused expression plastered on his face.

"Freddie?" George asks squinting his eyes.

"The one and only" Fred winks.

"Freddie I don't understand, your supposed to be dea-,"

"Well yes maybe, but I pissed off God so much so he sent me down here,” Fred smirks.

"Is this a dream?" George asks.

"Well of course this is a dream,"

George's face lightens, eyes beginning to tear up.

"It's you Freddie!" George throws his arms around him, he returns the same. Sobbing quietly into each other's shoulders.

"I'm, I'm so sorry. It should of been me Freddie"

"Oi stop that, what happened has happened. It's not your fault" Fred assures.

"If I didn't send you off to fight so quickly you would still be here"

"Please stop blaming yourself, stop holding this anger for yourself. Let it go. The past has happened, let go. It's ok" Fred softly spoken says to a broken George.

“Anyway I have some amazing things to tell you about the other side” Fred says, strolling over to his old bed and falling onto it. George looks enticed as he sits back onto his pillows, savouring every minute with his best friend before it slips out of his grip

“Right so remember the Marauders Map? The names on the front, Moony, Padfoot, Wormtail and Prongs? I found out who they were and you won’t believe it ” Fred says raising his eyebrows in excitement.

“Who are they?” George asks inquisitively.

“James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. They were best friends at Hogwarts and apparently better known as the prankers of the school,” Fred says crossing his legs.

“WHAT?”

“I know, also that whole situation with Sirius Black it is a huuuuge misunderstanding, honestly once you get to the other side you find out everything,” Fred’s arms rest behind his head and he lays back down.

“So what happened after you, you know. I mean did it hurt?” George asks, looking down.

“Well, it hurt for a little while, I consumed all the pain from the attack then all the emotional pain from after you all found out. It was dreadful, but after a while it started to sink in. I saw you, by the way, holding my cold body. I know how much this is hurting you. I’m so sorry,” Fred says, holding back tears. Occasional voice cracks and choked back tears. Fred raised to see George, and went to sit on his bed.

"I miss you Freddie, I miss you so much. It hurts so much. I want it to stop. The pain. Everything. I just want to be with you," George cried.

"I miss you more than you can imagine. I sit watching you, I feel your pain, every heart ache, every wincing pain you feel. But please you need to think of yourself, and mum. I mean mum, she hasn’t been the same. Percy, Bill and Charlie all dodge her letters everytime she asks them to come down. I know inside they are hurting and they can’t bring themselves to come back, but it’s killing mum. Her and dads relationship is just going downhill. No spark. Nothing. No talk of muggles, no nothing. Ginny she feels like she’s lost both her brothers, she needs you Georgie, so does dad. He goes out every night and sobs for hours on end feeling like he’s lost everyone. Ron doesn’t speak to Harry or Hermione anymore. No owls, no sneaking out. Nothing. It’s heartbreaking,” Fred chokes out, tears running down his cheeks.

George goes to open his mouth, but closes it not knowing what to say feeling overwhelming guilt. He looked around, no life in the room. At this point his eyes were swollen once again and flooded with tears.

“That was awfully modest of you Freddie, a bit too mature for my liking” George laughs, Fred returning the same manner.

“Well what can I say, I’m all knowing and legendary now” Fred jokes smirking. George wipes a tear escaping his eye.

“At least no-one will get confused between us anymore and do the awkward thing when they realise they mess up,” Fred says.

“I’d rather go through life with people mistaking us than to be going through life without you,” Solemnly George said, looking Fred dead in the eyes.

"Come on Georgie your worse than Moaning Myrtle! Also that was painfully cliché it hurt my soul,” Fred says sarcastically. George sniffles.

“Look George, you need to stop dwelling on me. I know it hurts, it feels as though your heart is literally broken, as though knives pierce through your chest every damn second. But things will get better. And one day, maybe not now, but it won’t hurt as much. Your going to go on, find a beautiful wife or husband. Have some annoying kids, teach them about their legendary uncle Fred. How he wishes he could meet them, but he’s watching from above. Tell them about every prank we played. How we tormented Professor McGonagall-,”

"Fred I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that without you, everything will be so different. Christmas will be so different,” George cried, tears streaming down his heated cheeks.

"Yes it will, but I'll be there, you won't see me but I will be there. I will in sit next to you and watch you attempt mums sprouts even though you hate them, I'll watch you play board games and watch Ron go red and angry after he looses another game to Ginny. I’ll be there with you always,” Tears rolled more frequently down Fred’s face now, as he attempted to stop them with his jumper.

“You were supposed to be my best man, you were supposed to help me annoy Percy, you were supposed to- you were supposed to be here Fred!” George began to get frustrated.

“Oi oi now, it’s okay, I will always be your best man. Even if I’m not standing next to you at the alter physically,or God I don’t know when you buy your first couch. I will be with you spiritually. I mean I think that’s how this shit works,” The silly red head jokes.

“Please don’t ever leave me, I can’t do this without you. Your my best friend.”

"Hey, who says your going through this alone? I will be here for you always. That’s why I came back. One last time, just to ease your mind. Plus I couldn’t just leave you without a proper goodbye could I now?” Fred says winking before a sob breaks out between the two.

"So please, for me. Go and remind mum that your still here, tell dad he’s not alone. Go into Ginny and hug her, she really really needs you. Tell Ron that it’s okay to let others in. He doesn’t feel like he can talk to anyone. As for the others, tell them to come down. Mum needs to see them. She misses us so much,” George took in the word ‘us’ before breaking down again.

The twins embraced into a hug. Wanting to stay there forever.

“Oh and George?”

“Yes,”

“I love you, please don’t give up. Also never forget me or I will haunt your ass.

“Don’t be stupid Freddie, I love you so much. Never leave me.

They embrace into a hug yet this time so tight, they couldn't breathe. Reminiscing every moment together before their departing.

“George, I have to go now. You need to let me go,”Fred sobbed.

“I can’t Freddie, I can’t leave you,”

“You need to, my body is cold. You need you to move on,”

“Just five minutes more?” George questioned.

“Five minutes more,” Fred rested his head onto George’s shoulder, crying into it.

Five minutes had passed.

“Right time for me to get back. I love you so much” Fred let go of the warm embrace.

“Fred I’m scared,”

"I know you are, I am too. But I'll be waiting right here for you when your time comes. I will be right here to welcome you back, until we meet again brother." Fred says a tear escaping his eyes. Holding each other as if the earth was about to explode, George jolted awake.

"Freddie!" George exclaims shooting his hand out and sitting up abruptly. Scanning the empty room his breathing begins to slow down as he rests his hand upon his fast heartbeat. Fuck he mutters running his cold hands through his hair. He had felt a dampness on his shoulder. The whole experience felt so real. Maybe it was. Either way it had felt it.

Getting up from his bed, inhaling and exhaling, George opens the door for the first time in three weeks. He was so normal to smelling his mothers Scouse ready in a pot, hearing Ron muttering 'bloody hell' to himself after messing something up, his father rambling about Muggles obsessing over the purpose of a tennis ball. He was used to Fred coming upstairs with more supplies for their joke shop. Instead was an immediate cold draft and deadly silence. For a split second, the desire to crawl back into his bed, shutting out the outside world and crying into his pillow for the rest of his life, was such a convincing idea George’s hand rested upon the door nob. A faint familiar voice creeps into his head.

‘You need to let me go’ Fred’s voice had creeped into his mind. And with that, George had let go of the door nob and began to make his way downstairs. Walking downstairs taking in every little detail that he didn’t realise before. Not coming out of his room hardly for three months had really shocked him of how isolated from reality he could be strung into. He scanned the kitchen spotting Molly who was stood by the oven, her hands just resting upon the surface and her head is dropped and a few tears splash against the chopping board. Without warning George's large arms wrapped around Molly mid-waist. She had jumped slightly, startled by the sudden act of affection which broke George's heart even more.

“It’s okay, someday we will be with him,” Fred says settling his head onto Mollys shoulders, a choked cry coming from Molly.

The Weasley family, or what was left, had tried their best to act normal. George had helped Molly with the tea, not speaking much yet. But for the first time in three months, the ache in his heart began to feel less sore. That night, Molly, Arthur, Fred, Ron and Ginny all reunited for a pot of Scouse; chatted a little, laughed a little, cried a little. Most importantly things began to become more normal. Realising about how isolated the family had became, they had decided the best thing to do was to remind themselves that Fred would hate this divide.

After tea, Fred went upstairs to spend some time with his siblings. He had knocked to enter Ginnys room. She was sat writing in her journal already crying. He had asked what the matter was, asking what she had written in her journal. She passed her journal to him after two minutes.

“I just feel like, I’ve lost all my brothers. And it’s the worst feeling ever. I miss you all so much. I miss Ron telling me to go away, I miss George annoying me, I miss Charlie and Bill telling me about their crazy adventures. I miss Fred, I miss him so much. I just want my brothers back” Fred read, tears falling onto the page. Looking back up towards a fragile Ginny Fred replied.

“I know what you feel like, I miss them too especially Fred. It hurts so much. But you will never loose me and you haven’t lost Fred. This pain, is just temporary. Okay?” The red headed siblings engulf into a hug for the first proper time in three months. Following was another knock at the door, entering a sniffling Ron who ran over to them, dropped to his knees and embraced into the hug. Fred turned to him.

“You can’t shut people out forever. It’s time for us to move on. It’s time to let go. We will see him again. Someday we’re going to be with him,” Fred comforted, holding back his own painful tears. They had spent the whole night talking about him one last time for a while, reminiscing about the best memories before letting go. Ready to move on. Not forgetting Fred, no not at all. But more for their own sake, for Fred’s sake.

After leaving Ginnys room, George fell onto his bed. Crying a little more, he reminded himself of what he had said to the others. ‘It's okay I know someday I'm going to be with you,' He thought to himself before he fell into another deep sleep until morning.

I WROTE THIS ON WATTPAD ASWELL BUT IT BELONGS ON TUMBLR AND I MADE IT BETTER. also this was the most heartbreakign thing i’ve ever wrote my heart HURTS. please send feedback bc i would love to hear any suggestions or comments:)

#sirius black #ron weasley #remus lupin #hp #marauders era #harry potter #george weasley #fred weasley #fred and george #fanfic #alternate universe #i hate this #im going to cry #hermione granger #why must i hurt myself like this #the weasleys #ginny weasley #death cw #sadnees #sad au #the marauders smut #draco malfoy #nymphadora tonks #Spotify

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Can i request seven with mc who is being kidnapped (posibbly getting hurt/tortured) because of sometrouble related to seven's agency work, maybe they want revenge or smth, its up to you mc ends up dead or alive when seven finally found her (i prefer her dead but idk tbh i just want to see saeyeong suffer rn lmao, and i like to watch my own heart breaking after that T-T) THANKYOUU IF YOU R DOING IT ♡♡

Oh shit hell yeah T_T

I think I made it a bit dark, so maybe we’ll add a happy end

ALSO HEY! Listen to the saddest song you can if you want to! That way you can get the full experience lmao

Regret:

(Saeyoung x MC, TW: May include mentions of suicide, sexual abuse, and torture, so if you feel uncomfortable with any of this please don’t read it! I think I made this a bit too dark, so please watch out!)

The sun was setting. It had gotten cold, since they were in a mountain. There was no sound, and only if you were paying attention, you would notice the three men hiding behind some trees and bushes.

A bit farther away you could see a big old building. A few men guarding the entrance.

To Saeyoung Choi, the building gave him the feeling as if he was suffocating. But right now he couldn’t focus on that.

He was currently hacking into the building’s security cameras. He was checking the layout of the place, checking how many guards there were, places to hide and places where you might be locked up.

“Hey, zero seven, are you sure they aren’t leading us straight into a trap? It was way too easy to find them, barely took us a month. You know better than anyone that finding their spots takes way longer than that.” Vanderwood said, as he took one last puff from his cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it to put it off.

“Lets just trust him for now. And could you please not smoke in the forest? You’re making me want to puke.” Saeran, who was crouching beside his brother glared.

“Hey, I didn’t even want to come here. The least you could do is let me have one last cigarette if I die.” But Vanderwood silently complied and didn’t touch a cigarette again.

Finally Saeyoung, who was looking at his computer intensely turned around and ran a hand through his hair. “Alright, I memorized the layout. I know places where we can hide, and I think I know where she is being held. We’re going in at midnight.”

Both men nodded and waited until the time came.

.............

“Where is she?! Did you have anything to do with this?!”

Saeyoung grabbed Vanderwood by the collar and shook him, hard. He scoffed and glared at Saeyoung.

“I left the agency with you, remeber?! Why would I be back again with them, that place is fucked up...and...if they got hold of her then we should give up. She’s probably already dead.”

Before Vanderwood could say anything else he felt an immense wave of pain on his cheek. Saeyoung had just...punched him. He had the nerve to punch him.

That night, well, both men ended up bruised. But then Vanderwood saw how much he cared. And how much it hurt him.

He agreed to help, but only if he got a reward. He said he only did it because he wanted to make some quick cash, but deep inside, Vanderwood was also worried. He honestly didn’t want anything to happen to you.

............

Saeran wasn’t allowed to go in, so he stayed outside, trying to look out for any danger.

If Saeyoung or Vanderwood sent him an SOS he was supposed to immediately leave, and send some coordinates to the chatroom. Jumin would know what to do.

Of course Saeran got mad. Saeyoung said he was only trying to protect him, but he wasn’t having any of that shit.

When Vanderwood and Saeyoung left for the building, they hadn’t made up, and Saeran was still mad.

Both men made their way slowly to the building. Saeyoung had always preferred being sneaky instead of taking out every guard they found. But Vanderwood decided to not take any chances, and whenever he could he would kill one of the guards.

Still, they walked quietly, hiding in the shadows, and of course they went unnoticed I mean, both of them were the best of the best. Sneaking through those guards was a piece of cake.

Slowly, Saeyoung and Vanderwood reached the third floor. In there, Vanderwood had to take care of a few...nuisances....but quickly the made it into the door and opened it.

The room smelled horrible. It smelled strongly of iron, and of something...rotten.

There was an endless pile of corpses in front of them. Saeyoung quickly got over to it, searching and scanning, hoping that it wasn’t true, that he was wrong.

“Zero seven!!! In here!” Vanderwood screamed and Saeyoung quickly looked behind him.

Vanderwood was in a corner, his gun pointing at the door. “You go get her out while I look out for any more guards.”

Saeyoung quickly nodded and went over to where Vanderwood had pointed.

And he felt his knees buckle.

You were tied up, undressed, with your arms above your head, your face and body filled with cuts and bruises.

Parts of your stomach were a deep purple, and your arms had x’s cut all over them.

Saeyoung...he froze.

Seeing you like that.

It was his worst nightmare.

It was the one scenario that had always haunted him, that made him unable to sleep at night.

And it was happening right now.

Saeyoung made his way over to you, and you let out a dry gasp as you tried to squirm. Saeyoung felt his heart crack as he saw your terrified eyes look up at him.

But then...your expression. It changed. It went from scared...to being glad. To being happy.

Saeyoung...he thought he’d never see that expression again.

“Sae...Sae...young? Sae...young is...is it....really you? I’m...I’m not....dreaming am I?” Your voice cracked, as you tried to let the words out, and your eyes started filling with tears.

Saeyoung sniffed and he cupped your cheeks.

“It’s me. Y/N....it’s, it’s really me...”

When he broke your chains you fell to the ground, but Saeyoung quickly caught you and hugged you, running his hands through your hair, crying, sobbing. You were alive....you were alive and he had found you.

Saeyoung took off his sweater, and gave it to you. As he helped you out it on, he slowly looked at your body.

Cuts and bruises. All recent. He saw them on your neck, on your legs, everywhere. He had to control himself to not go on a murder spree right then and there.

“Hey. We don’t have much time. Move it.”

Vanderwood said, and then his eyes widened as he took a good look at you. His hand tightened around his gun, and his expression became dark. He didn’t say anything, but he along with Saeyoung helped you stand up.

You could barely walk, since your legs were so beaten up.

The whole time Saeyoung carried you he cried. He just...this was all his fault. Everything.

He was so shcoked that he could barely breathe, everytime he looked at you he felt a pamg on his chest. This was all because of him.

You quietly made your way down to the first floor, you whimpering every time you walked a bit.

“Hey...hey Y/N. Look at me. It’s going to be alright, everything is ok.” Saeyoung tried to encourage you, to try and show you he was confident everything would turn out alright.

But he was lying.

He knew that as soon as you got to a hospital he had to leave. Leave you, leave his brother, leave the RFA, everything. If he stayed...he would only hurt them. He would hurt you.

“SAEYOUNG FUCKING MOVE THEY’RE BEHIND US” Vanderwood screamed, and Saeyoung snapped out of it.

He carried you on his back, running as fast as he could, the guards close behind you.

Gunshots and yells could be heard everywhere, Vanderwood kept turning around to try and shoot, but he only managed to get a few guys.

You cried, as you heard shots so near you, so near Saeyoung.

You didn’t want him to be hurt.

Then, as you were finally near to the exit, only three guys remaining, Saeyoung screamed and fell, bringing you down with him.

Vanderwood cursed everything, and turned back to shoot at the other guys, trying to cover you both.

You slowly crawled over to Saeyoung, who was on the floor, screaming in pain.

They shot him in the leg.

You cried, as you tried to stop the bleeding, but Saeyoung managed to stand up.

He didn’t hear yours or Vanderwood’s protest as he grabbed your arm and led you outside.

Thankfully, Vanderwood managed to hurt all of the remaining guards, shooting them in the legs, and making them unable to move.

Vanderwood came out first and called out to Saeran, telling him to call an ambulance, now.

Saeyoung thightly gripped your hand, and led you out of the building.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the blue night sky above him. And he couldn’t help but smile.

They got out.

You were safe.

You were alive.

Saeyoung couldn’t believe it. His heart was pounding and he could barely make out the yells of Vanderwood and Saeran in the distance, and they ran toward him.

He squeezed your hand, not caring about his wound, not caring about anything. He was just happy, to finally be getting out of that horrible place.

But then the next thing he heard, was a deafening explosion behind him.

...........

“I love you so much.” Saeyoung whispered, and you blushed, hiding underneath the sheets. He laughed and pulled them down.

“What? I really do. I love you. A lot. So much that....that I want to have a future with you. I want to take it to the next step. I’m serious.” You giggled and smiled up at your boyfriend, who grabbed you and held you tight, both of your bare chests against each other.

“Saeyoung Choi, are you proposing to me right after we had sex?” You said teasingly, and Saeyoung chuckled.

“Even though this may have been the best sex we’ve ever had, I’m afraid not. But don’t worry, one of these day’s I’ll catch you by surprise, and you’d better say yes. I’m not kidding Y/N.” He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

“I want to marry you. And I will. I want to spend every single moment of my life with you. I want us to get a big house, with a huge backyard. And then, we can modify it so it becomes the coolest house ever!”

“Ohhh can we have a chandelier that pours the drinks?!” You asked excitedly, and Saeyoung nodded.

“Yes ma’am! Even Jumin will be jealous of our home! And after the house is done...well... I want to start a family. I want to see our kids take their first steps, build robots. I want them to have...the childhood I never had. I want to make them the happiest children on earth. And then, before we know it, they’ll get in first grade, and in the blink of an eye they’ll be graduating, and out of the house. They’ll get jobs, their own partners, if they want they’ll even have kids! Or cats, I’m happy with either. And we...we will still be together.”

Saeyoung kissed you and then gave you the brightest smile. “I want us to grow old together in that house. We’ll be taking walks in the garden, or we can read some books. Sometimes dance slowly in the kitchen, our favorite song playing. And I will make sure that happens Y/N. I promise...and you’d better promise too! If you’re with me, you’re stuck with me for the long run!” You laughed and pinched his cheeks.

“Of course I promise! Let’s grow old together, Saeyoung!!”

.........

There was smoke.

The smell of metal, and burning flesh.

Saeyoung looked around, coughing, and then he realized what had happened.

The building had blown up.

Wait...where were you!!?

Saeyoung looked around, his heart about to go out of his chest.

I mean, he was holding your hand wasn’t he? He was?

He could...he could even feel it still around him.

Saeyoung sighed and looked to his side, ready to carry you up and get you away from there.

But then...you weren’t there.

But....he was....holding your.....

Saeyoung looked down, and saw a bloody arm tightly around his hand.

Then everything went black.

He didn’t hear anything.

He couldn’t feel.

He couldn’t think.

He didn’t feel the burns in his back.

Or his broken leg.

Or when Saeran ran over to him and shook him, screaming something.

Saeyoung didn’t notice when a helicopter arrived, and Jumin and some paramedics got out of it.

He was...his head was....it was blank.

If you ask him about the following weeks after the incident, Saeyoung couldn’t reply.

He didn’t remeber.

Everyday, Saeran would come and visit his brother and Vanderwood, who had been hit by a rock and was currently unable to wake up.

The doctors said, ironically, that Saeyoung was absolutely lucky, he did get some very grave burns and everything, but he was somehow still alive!

But he wasn’t either of those things.

The love of his life had been blown to pieces in front of him.

And inside...he didn’t even feel alive anymore.

He didn’t want to...live anymore.

Saeyoung only ate when they forced him to eat, and he only slept when they forced him to sleep.

Saeran would always visit him.

He knew...he knew what it was like. To feel nothing, to not think or to not feel.

And Saeran...he cared for his brother. Deeply.

Saeyoung never noticed him. But sometimes Saeran would go to the corner and cry a bit.

After all....Saeyoung wasn’t Saeyoung anymore.

..........

“Hey.” Saeyoung heard a deep voice call from behind.

He didn’t turn around.

“Oh wow Vanderwood, you woke up? Why yes Saeyoung I did, thanks for caring about me you little brat”

Vanderwood said sarcastically, and then he plopped down on a chair near the bed.

He was wearing a bandage around his head, and he looked thinner.

Vanderwood looked at Saeyoung for a while, and then he gently placed a hand on his head.

“Kid. I’m sorry. She was...she was amazing wasn’t she? Always positive, smiling. Y/N, she made all of our lives better. That’s what she always did.”

Saeyoung clutched his fists when he heard your name.

Before Vanderwood could say anything else Saeyoung spoke up.

“Leave. And don’t say her name ever again or I swear I will fuckign murder you.” He said coldly.

Vanderwood’s eyes widened, and he stood up and stomped out of the room, slamming the door.

Saeyoung immediately regretted his words. But he only bit his lip and quietly cried until he fell asleep.

.........

The funeral was held after Saeyoung had healed. Fully. There was no problem delaying it, since there was literally no body.

Everyone in the RFA showed up.

The day was sunny, and Saeyoung bitterly laughed as he thought that of course the day of your funeral you’d make the weather be so perfect.

.......

Saeran made Saeyoung see a therapist.

Saeyoung didn’t want to. He refused.

But one night Saeran couldn’t find his brother anywhere, and he saw that one of the cars wasn’t in the garage.

He managed to track his twin’s phone, and he quickly drove over to where Saeyoung was, not caring about following any of the signs or to care about other cars.

He got there quickly. And he saw Saeyoung....standing on top of a cliff.

Saeran felt his heart drop, and he slowly made his way to his brother.

“S-Saeyoung! Please listen to me!” Saeran begged. He had been doing that for so long now, every time getting more and more desperate. Saeyoung shook his head and explained that he was a failure, he was only going to cause harm.

“Just, let me be Saeran! You’ll all be better of without me...”

“Don’t say that you fuckign bastard.” Saeran grabbed Saeyoung’s shoulders when he least expected it, and quickly pinned him down. “I NEED YOU SAEYOUNG. I really do! Please, PLEASE don’t make this stupid fucking mistake! You think Y/N would have liked that?! For you to become a mess, to KILL yourself? I’m pretty sure she’d kick your ass if you ever even thought of that!”

Saeyoung looked at his brother, an emotionless expression on his face. He didn’t seem to care that Saeran was crying for him. That he was yelling at him, telling him to stop, that he loves him, and that he doesn’t know what he would do without his brother.

After that he went to a therapist. Even though it did take time, Saeyoung got a bit better. He started talking more, and he didn’t stay in his room all the time.

Recently he’d been prescribed anti depressants, so that was supposed to be helping him.

But Saeyoung still felt empty.

.........

“Y/N. Y/N was...is...the love of my life. You know, I promised her I’d never stop loving her, and I never will. She was...the light of the RFA. She helped us all., she was always there for us. Now...now that she’s gone....everything seems so colorless...meaningless. She was one of the few people who...who saw me for me. She put up with all my shit, always with a smile on her face, no matter how much of an asshole I was, she’d be there. She was there for all of us. Now...now whenever I wake up it’s in an empty bed. I won’t get to hear her cooking in the kitchen, dancing or singing along to cheesy pop songs again. She won’t be there to watch those cringy reality tv shows, to, to nag me when I don’t eat something healthy. I always thought that...that we’d end up together forever, which is why I never really appreciated those moments. I’m sure she’s nagging at me right now for being so depressed. Y/N...Y/N...she, she didn’t deserve this. If I could go back in time...I’d make sure that instead of her, it was me. She’s a much better person, and she didn’t deserve any of this and....I’m sorry. I should probably shut up now, uhm, Jumin it’s your turn.”

Saeyoung left the funeral early. He couldn’t handle it.

Saeran offered to bring him home, but he smiled and told him it’s alright. He was just a bit tired.

As soon as he turned on the car, the radio started to play your favorite song. And he tightened his hands around the wheel.

He rode home, silently.

He didn’t bother to turn on the lights. He quickly went to the bathroom, and washed his face. When he looked in the mirror, he could barely recognize himself. His eyes were red, with big eye bags, and his hair was greasy and messy. It had been so long since he last got a haircut.

He looked awful.

Then he went to his bedroom, and grabbed something from under the bed.

It was a red box.

Saeyoung made his way to the bathroom once again, and sat on the toilet, slowly opening the box.

Inside was a beautiful ruby ring.

He had gotten it six months before you got kidnapped.

He was going to propose soon.

But you had a fight.

He doesn’t even remeber what it was about.

But that day you went home early and Saeyoung went over to Yoosung’s, along with Saeran.

When he came back home to apologize, the place was a mess and you weren’t around.

He spent sleepless nights looking for you, finding out everything he could.

And then he screwed everything up.

If only it had been him the one who died.

If only you had never tried to get close to him, if only you had fallen in love with someone else.

You’d be alive right now.

Saeyoung sobbed, and squeezed the ring tightly in his hand.

“I’m sorry my love. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t protect you. That I wasn’t strong enough. And I’m sorry....about what I want to do. Please forgive me.”

And with that, Saeyoung got on top of the toilet and managed to lift a part of the roof up. It was one of his hiding spots.

Right now, Saeran was doing amazing. Vanderwood too. Everyone in the RFA would slowly feel better, they would manage to accept what happened and will surely, but slowly move on ....except him.

Saeyoung sat on the toilet again, and placed the cool metal object against his head, tears slowly streaming down.

He closed his eyes, and imagined your face, your sweet laugh.

He imagined the both of you holding each other in a heated embrace, or watching movies together, or even traveling the world!

“Y/N...I’ll be there soon...I don’t want to hurt anyone else.”

As he smiled bitterly, fantasizing and remembering all the moments he spent with you....he pulled the trigger.

———-

Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry if that was way too dark. If MC died because of soemthing like the agency...Saeyoung wouldn’t forgive himself. No matter what.

He will blame himself and will try to distance himself so that no one else encounters the same faith. Once again, sorry for making it super angsty

If you have any advice for my writing it’d be greatly appreciated!

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeyoung angst #saeyoung x mc

[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 24: Beauty In Death

TW: SUICIDE

Billy’s POV

Cat woke up sick the next morning. Her body just couldn't handle being out in the cold for as long as she had been. Steve, Max and I spent our time nursing her back to health. Bringing her tea and medicine. Tried to get her to eat some soup but everytime she did, she'd end up in the bathroom puking.

She got a fever on the third day. Woke up soaked in sweat and shivering. I skipped school for the morning to stay with her while she drifted in and out of sleep. Switched with Steve at lunch so we didn't fall too far behind on our classes.

We had to call Julie that night. Steve was helping Cat stand up and she had passed out. Just crumpled like a rag doll. Luckily, Steve caught her before she hit the floor or the table.

Julie brought some antibiotics home on her break and thanked us for taking care of Cat before leaving again.

She lasted a few more weeks with Steve and I trying our hardest to never leave her alone. She tried as best as she could to put on a happy front and pretend everything was okay. Max hung around her a lot, keeping that little spark of hope alive. We tried splitting up the nights with her so only one of us would be with Cat every night in hope that the other would be able to relax but both Steve and I had been restless on nights we were alone so we both ended up spending every night at Cat’s. The three of us would pass out sprawled against one another on the couch or Steve would take the couch while Cat and I slept in her room. There were a few times where Steve would drift off behind Cat, holding her so gently, and I would have to leave. I’d go outside to smoke and push down the spark of jealousy in my chest that set me on edge.

But I found myself thinking of Steve almost like a brother and I knew he loved Cat too. And I had to let them have that, let her have all the good in her life that she could.

We drove her to and from school and spent every possible second with her. But it had been exhausting, draining and we were starting to feel run down. Steve had been having a hard time staying awake during class, during basketball practice he had no energy and had been benched the past few days. I knew I was hitting that point of exhaustion too, my brain felt foggy and I was having a hard time focusing on anything.

And now there was a big game this week against a rival team. Coach had pulled Steve and I aside. Told us to get our shit together for the game or don't bother coming back to the team. Told us not to embarrass him.

Then the day of the game came and we were ready. We'd spent the last few nights trying to get as much sleep as we could. Cat seemed to be doing a little better so it made it easier to sleep.

"You're coming to the game, right?" Steve asked Cat.

We were in the parking lot after school. The game didn't start for a couple hours.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she smiled, "I just need to get this assignment done. Mom will drive me back later."

Steve pulled her in for a hug, "see you later."

Cat gave Steve a quick smile, “love you, Stevie,” and squeezed his shoulder before getting in the front seat of the Camaro.

I pulled up to her house and noticed the driveway was empty except for Cat's broken down car, “your mom isn't home. Should I stay?"

Cat smiled, squeezed my hand lightly, “she'll be here soon, go get ready for your game," she leaned over to press her lips against mine, "love you, B."

I got home and scarfed down a sandwich that Susan made me before getting ready for the game. I was almost ready when Max appeared in my door.

"Is Cat coming to watch the game too?"

"Yeah, her mom's bringing her. You gunna save her a seat?"

She nodded, "I gotta tell her we finally beat the high score on that game at the arcade."

"Wow, good job, Max. She'll be proud," I said, grabbing my bag from the floor, "you ready?"

Jump.

Score.

The whistle blew.

Half time.

Our team crowded together to cheer for our last second point. Hands clapped my back. People in the stands cheered.

But when Steve and I looked out to the stands, we didn't see her.

I caught Max's eye and mouthed, "Cat?"

She shrugged and shook her head and disappointment settled heavy in my gut.

Steve and I were pulled into the locker room with the rest of the team.

He leaned in to whisper, "where is she?"

I shrugged, "don't know," I whispered back as our coach came in.

My mind was racing while our coach spoke. Is she okay? Is her mom with her? Why isn't she here? She was supposed to be here.

The rest of the game went by in a blur. The final whistle blew and we were swept up in the cheering of our celebrating team.

"We should check on her," Steve said quietly when our team started to disperse into the locker room.

"She did say her mom would be home tonight, maybe they're spending time together."

Steve didn't look convinced.

"I'll drop Max off, you pick up something to eat and we'll meet there. She's okay."

She has to be.

When I pulled up to the house, Steve had just pulled up and was getting out of his car.

Julie's car still wasn't there.

We hurried up to the door and let ourselves in.

"Cat?" I called.

We waited a second, slipping off our shoes. Steve walked in and set a box of pizza down on the kitchen counter.

"Cat?" He yelled, worry growing.

There was a note taped to the fridge, "Be back in a couple weeks. Be good, mom."

It dawned on me, "she wasn't coming home today.."

Steve took off running, grabbing Cat's bedroom doorframe to stop himself before ducking in.

"Cat?"

My heart was threatening to pound out of my chest.

“Cat?” I called, my voice ringing through the house, "Hello?"

Steve was panicking, shaking like a fucking leaf and cursing under his breath. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and pushed forward to the bathroom. Wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and twisted.

Click.

Locked.

Steve came forward to knock on the door, "Cat?

Silence.

I rattled the handle, "Cat? Can you answer me?"

We waited a second, holding our breath.

Nothing.

Steve stepped back a bit, shaking his head.

His voice hitched, "Cat, please?"

I pounced my fist against the door, "Cat, open the door!"

"Cat!" Steve yelled, losing his composure as he slammed his hand against the wood.

I pounded on the door harder, rattled the door know again, "Cat! Come on!"

Steve slammed his shoulder against the door and choked on tears.

"Back up," I said as I stepped away from the door.

I threw myself into the door as hard as I could. Wood cracked loudly under my shoulder, but not enough.

Steve had his hands in his hair, fingers clenched tight in his locks. His whole body tense.

I ran across the hall and threw my weight into the door again.

Wood splintered and gave way. The door flung open, swinging into the wall behind it.

I felt my knees give out when I saw what waited inside.

Cause while Steve had dealt with this before, had lived through this before, I wasn’t prepared for this.

Suddenly I was thrown into a memory of the first time Neil gave me a bloody nose when I was young and I couldn’t stop staring at the blood running down my face.

While I sunk to the ground, Steve leaped over me, a string of curses spilling from his lips.

“Fuck, fucking call someone! Jesus,” Steve ordered, hands shaking as he whipped around to grab towels.

I didn’t hear him, couldn’t hear him past the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears. I felt like my lungs had filled with cement and I couldn’t gulp in enough air to fill them anymore.

Steve looked at me and scrambled over to grab at my arms, “jesus, Hargrove. Fucking, get over here,” he pulled me across the floor and wrapped my hands around Cat’s arms, “squeeze tight."

His hands left bloody prints up my arms. Her blood.

“But…you..last time..she's okay, right?"

“This is worse, we need help," he squeezed my hands around her arms, "tight. Don’t let go.”

My jaw worked with words that wouldn’t find their way past my tongue as Steve released me to run out of the room.

Worse? I couldn’t imagine how there could be a better or worse to this.

“Hello? I need an ambulance,” Steve’s watery voice echoed through the house, “my friend, she slit her wrists…”

I stopped listening, my only focus the metallic tang that hung thick in the air, coating the inside of my nose until I felt nauseous.

“Cat?” I croaked, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Baby. Please, please come back, just look at me, okay? Please? Just open your eyes, Baby,” I begged, trying to keep an iron grip on her arms but wanting so desperately to shake her until she woke up.

Steve came hurrying back into the bathroom, a red mark smeared across his cheek where he’d wiped at his face, “they’ll be here soon.”

He crowded beside me and grabbed at Cat’s face, leaving a matching smear, “hey, come on. Wake up, we’re here. We got you, okay? You gotta stay with us.”

She didn’t move when Steve shook her, and she was so pale. It crossed my mind that maybe we were too late.

My eyes burned as tears spilled down my cheeks, my arms shook and my knuckles were turning stark white against the red towels.

“Steve,” I choked, “I.. I don’t, what…why..?”

Steve chewed his lip, worried at it so much I thought he’d break skin, “fuck. I don’t know, I don’t know what to do. We just gotta try to keep her from bleeding out until the ambulance gets here,” he tried to shake her again and got no response, “mother fucker! Come on, asshole! Open your fucking eyes!”

My jaw ticked as anger spiked in my chest, “don’t swear at her!"

Steve whipped his head around to glare at me through dewy eyes, “really? You think me swearing is going to make this any worse?”

“I don’t know, Steve! Is it going to make it any fucking better?” I spat.

Steve opened his mouth to start yelling at me when he heard sirens coming closer and instead stood up with a huff, “stay here.”

“The fuck else do you think I’m gunna go?” I growled under my breath as he left.

“Please,” I pleaded, barely keeping myself from sobbing, “please, Cat. You can’t..you can’t fucking leave me like this. You just need to hold on, okay? Just stay with me, please. It'll be okay, everything will be okay. Just hold on."

I didn’t have to wait long before Steve hurried back with a couple paramedics holding a stretcher. They crowded into the bathroom, one man gently moving me out of the way to grab at Cat, fingers moving everywhere to test for a pulse and lift her eyelids.

Steve and I could only hear snippets of what they were saying to each other.

“Unconscious…non responsive….we’re gonna need an IV…I’ve got a heartbeat, barely."

They moved to lift her onto the stretcher and hurried back out to the ambulance with Steve and I following behind.

"Is she okay?" I asked, following behind.

They didn't answer, just hurried to load her into the ambulance. One of the men climbed into the back with her and went to close the door but was stopped by me grabbing the door.

"Sir, I need you to let go."

"I'm coming," I said, trying to climb into the ambulance.

He held up a hand, stopping me, “I’m sorry, immediate family only in the ambulance. You guys will have to follow us, call her parents.”

I looked at the man’s stupid freckled face, his stupid kind eyes and had to stop myself from tackling the man to the ground.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you see parents? We’re all she has! We have to go with her! I need to know she’s okay!” I shouted.

“Sir! You need to calm down,” the man replied sternly, “can’t let you in. Rules."

Steve grabbed my bicep and pulled gently, “Billy, let them go. They need to go,” he urged.

I tensed, my face going stony and backed away from the ambulance doors as Steve pulled at me with a shaking hand.

Steve was shaking violently as the ambulance drove away, sirens blaring. He never let go of my arm, he held tight like he thought I might bolt or he might collapse if he were to let go.

When the ambulance was out of sight, I turned and pulled my keys out of my pocket, “let’s go.”

Steve shook his head, “no, I need to, we gotta..we can’t leave that mess.”

I glared at him, I didn’t want to have to face that again, but followed Steve inside anyway. I followed Steve back to the bathroom where he dutifully handed me a couple towels and started filling the tub with hot water. We started wiping up the blood silently, neither of us ready to break the silence as we turned the bath water red from rinsing out the towels. It was eery, seeing the outline of where Cat had been slumped on the floor, clean and empty against the pool of dark red. I stuck my hand in the middle of the clean spot and felt my chin begin to waver. It was too much, seeing the blood pooled on the floor and sprayed up onto the cabinet, the smeared hand print on the edge of the tub next to shining metal.

“Steve,” I choked out.

He looked up at me with big, glassy eyes, there was a steady stream running down his cheeks that he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. With a huff I threw down the towel I had been cleaning with and stalked out of the house into the front yard. I fumbled to pull a cigarette out of my jacket and light it, my hands shaking and leaving red prints everywhere. Steve didn’t follow me, I was by myself with the weight of the world on my chest.

What am I gunna do if she…?

If she’s gone…forever?

I smoked through my last three cigarettes quickly, relishing in the acrid burn of my lungs until I went to grab another and found my pack empty. I screamed out a curse and threw the empty carton across the lawn and collapsed to the ground, holding my head in my hands and sobbing violently.

I should’ve fucking been here, she shouldn’t have been alone.

I knew, deep down, that she wasn't getting better. I had just been stupid enough to hope. To hope that she'd turn a corner, that her mom would be here to make sure she was okay.

But she wasn’t here, nobody was. And Cat was alone.

And that's my fault.

I sat there, wallowing in my anger and despair until my chest stopped heaving and my breath started to come normally again.

Briefly, I wondered if she left a note, something explaining why I wasn’t enough. Why we weren't enough to keep her alive.

I set my jaw, wiped at my cheeks and slowly got back to my feet to go back inside. I could hear Steve’s heart wrenching sobs as soon as I walked inside and followed them to find him curled up on the floor in Cat’s room, his head buried in his bloody knees. I gently knelt down next to him, twisting my fingers together in my lap.

“Don’t got any cigarettes to offer you,” I muttered, my voice scratchy and rough.

Steve sniffed and took a shuddering breath, “she didn’t call or anything...I tried s-so fucking hard.”

“I know,” I placed a hand on his back gently, “I know you did. We did all we could, Steve.”

“We should go..” he whispered.

“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, standing back up and extending a hand to him.

He puffed out another long breath before taking my hand to pull himself off the floor. Before I could think, Steve had collapsed into my shoulder, his arms gripping at my back in a crushing embrace as he choked out another sob.

“I should have been here, we shouldn’t have left her alone. This is my fucking fault,” he cried.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders firmly and grit my teeth before trying to talk past the knot in my throat, “Steve. Come on, it’s not your fault.”

@charmed-asylum​

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[marisanimecafe]

It's You

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader, mention of Iwaoi (bc reader is yaoi reading lovable idiot)

Genre: Hanahaki! AU, Angst with Happy Ending

Words: 1.5k+

Its from this prompt list. Requests Open.

“Pull over. Let me drive for a while.” You said as Oikawa started coughing up flower petals again. Oikawa for the first time in three years that you have known him, didn’t put up a fight. Also for the first time in three years, Oikawa was avoiding looking at you. That hurt, in fact everything hurt ever since you saw Oikawa coughing up flower petals after a game, which was 3 hours ago. 

You and Oikawa hadn’t talked about it. You didn’t know how to approach the topic and ask him about the girl who was making him so miserable. Oikawa didn’t know how to tell you that he was suffering from unrequited love in such a drastic matter. However, you knew that Iwaizumi didn’t know.  You know that you shouldn’t have been mad at Iwaizumi for not knowing about Oikawa’s condition but you were mad at him. Ever since he got into a relationship, he had stopped noticing things about Oikawa like he once did. Iwaizumi shouldn’t have neglected Oika-

oh oH OH, you realized. Oikawa just told you that he was suffering from the second stage of Hanahaki and if you estimate the time, it would have to be started within weeks of Iwaizumi getting a new girlfriend. Man, if it really is like that then it is horrible because Oikawa can’t even confess to Iwaizumi and even if he confesses ruining his friendship with Iwaizumi and putting Iwaizumi’s relationship through turmoil, chances of Iwaizumi returning Oikawa’s feelings is rather rare. 

Man, it really sucks to be Oikawa right now, you think as bile rises up your throat. You place a hand on your mouth trying to keep it all in. You had heard about people who were so empathetic that they felt other’s pain physically but you had no idea that you were one of them.

“It’s probably not who you are thinking about.” Oikawa said as he looked outside of the window, still avoiding looking at you. 

“I think that I have a pretty good idea.” You say, smugly. You hoped that it would somehow lighten the atmosphere because it was really hard to look at Oikawa when he was in pain. (That was something that you discovered when Seijoh lost its first match against Shiratorizawa.)

“If you actually thought about it, then it probably would have never happened.” Oikawa whispered. You think that you weren’t meant to hear it but then you did. 

“What do you mean? How could you place the blame on me?”  You asked as you looked at Oikawa ridiculously, who was still not looking at you. Fine, you think as you looked ahead. You have decided that you won’t you won’t feel so empathetic towards him that you feel flowers and petals clawing down your throat. 

As there was another round flower and leaves clawing up your throat, you knew that it wasn’t because you felt empathetic. Just like in first year, you knew that it was Oikawa. 

Even as you drive properly a daze takes over you as you remember the first time you felt like you could die by looking at Oikawa because you felt so overwhelmed. 

Oikawa had asked you to wait at the backgate for him as he had decided that he wanted to treat you to ice cream because you took care of him after he lost to Shitorizawa. You had told him that you didn’t do anything to warrant such behaviour and you were right. You had just patted his back and listened to him ramble. Then, you had told him that he was wrong because he was. 

You told him that, “I don’t know why you would say that. You are truly the best volleyball player in my eyes and I am not just saying this because you are my friend. Everytime, I see someone play, I only feel ‘oh they must like playing the sport’ but every time I see you feel, ‘oh this is volleyball.’ For someone like me there is no volleyball if you weren’t the one playing it and I think that you deserve true praise for making someone feel like that.” 

Soon after that you left and the next day, Oikawa had said that he wanted to treat you. You protested against it but he insisted. Now, your mind was going through the list of ice flavour that you wanted to eat. Well, Oikawa is paying you might as well try the new sundae that everyone is raving about. 

“How long did you wait for me?” You hear a familiar voice say. You shrug even before looking at him and as you look at him you forgot how to breathe for a second as all your brain could think was, oh it’s Oikawa, of course it’s Oikawa.

After that you maintained a reasonable distance with him for a month after a while and it drove both you and Oikawa up the wall but you were so scared of being around Oikawa since then because your brain kept repeating that frighteningly normal yet scary phrase again and again. That was until you couldn’t take not being Oikawa’s friend anymore. You put your friendship above all and the phrase stopped piercing through your brain. 

Until  today, until you saw him puke flower because of his love for someone else. You are sure that being stabbed would hurt a lot less in this moment. 

“We are here.” You say as you parked in front of Oikawa’s house, getting out of the car. 

“No, wait, let me drop you off!” Oikawa said as if he was startled with realization about where he was.

“I live just a block away. I can walk.” You say. 

“But-” 

“I need to clear my head, anyways.” You say stopping his protest. If Oikawa doesn’t let you go soon, you might just start puking flower petals in front of him. 

“Who did you think it was?” Oikawa asked as he got out of the car. 

“I want you to know that it doesn’t change the way I see you. Your feelings are valid even if they are not returned.” Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words, “It’s okay, after all Iwaizumi-kun is lovable and-”

“Wait, you can’t possibly think that I am in love with Iwa-chan.” Oikawa said and then he bursted into laughter. You are pretty sure that in between his laughter you heard him say ‘of course, you would think that.’

For some reason this is the first time that you have heard his laughter in two weeks. 

It’s Oikawa, of course, it’s Oikawa, the vague and ominous voice echoes through your head again. 

And then, you were down on your knees puking flower petals and leaf in front of one person you absolutely didn’t want to do that in front of.

“Pretty-chan!” Oikawa exclaimed as he kneeled in front of you. You smiled at the name- boom more flower petals. When you first realize it, it is never this overwhelm of flowers. Maybe it is because you hide your feelings for three years that it is all just going to come out now. You are going to choke and die on the first day of Hanahaki disease and no one would even know it is because of your feelings towards Oikawa. You don’t know if it is a curse or blessing. 

On one hand you know that, Oikawa would never forgive himself if anything happened to you. On the other hand, you truly wanted to tell him how he made you feel so amazing that even now as you were on your knees choking on flower petals and leaves, it all felt fine because he was looking at you like you were the only person in the world. 

“When did it start?” Oikawa asked in a quiet voice on a quiet street. Ah, it felt like you were the only two people in the world right now. 

“Today.” You suppose that there are worse ways to go than choking flower petals and leaves filled with unrequited love towards your first love who was whispering quietly in your ear right now. 

“You puking so much on Day One?” 

“It’s a lot of repressed emotions, shittykawa.” You say, mockingly. 

“Let’s go to the hospital, right now.” Oikawa says as he understands how grave the situation is. 

“You know, I know that surgery is important and the only way out but I don’t want it. I don’t want to lose these feelings I have for him. These are my precious feelings.” You say as you finally feel yourself get settled down a bit. 

“I am not going to let you die for your “precious” feelings towards some shitty person.” Oikawa exclaims, putting his hands up in the air in frustration. 

“Ah, right, shittykawa.” You say as you look up at him with teary eyes. You really did not want to get rid of these feelings that make you so happy. Oikawa hugs you without a second's delay. 

Maybe, it is the physical pain that you are feeling or maybe the fact that you cannot bear not telling him anymore that you say through choked sobs, “It’s you, of course, it’s you, Tooru.” 

Even though you don’t say the words, you know he understands. Even though you don’t know what to expect, you don’t expect him to bury his head in your hair and say, “Yeah, for me too. It’s you. It’s you, you dumbass.” 

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu reactions #oikawa tooru #oikawa imagine #oikawa headcanons #oikawa scenarios #oikawa angst #oikawa torū #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #haikyuu oikawa #seijoh

[flamingo-writes]

A Little Crazy — Tendo Satori x Reader [drabble]

Since I am posting this from the app, I cant keep the usual format my posts have, but fuck it. This is a drabble after all and I wrote it in like a single hour

A/N: so, I'm really projecting myself here. This drabble was inspired by the few fanart and official art in which Satori has a hoodie with something written in katakana. In the official art, I can't fully read the entire thing, but I am pretty much conviced its メキシコ (as the only thing I can read is the キシコ part) which translates as Mexico. And those who know me/have chatter with me can tell you I am Mexican so 🤣 the fact that Satori has a Mexico hoodie made me live him more than I already did.

Summary: Pursuing a career in professional volleyball had led you with a proposal to join a team in a foreign world. However, its not easy to give up on your life as you know it. Specially after spending your highschool years next to your boyfriend, who you loved dearly, but hadn't addressed the elephant in the room just yet.

Word count: 1.1K words

Posted: 07.06.2020

Warnings: a little bit of angst, but with a fluffy ending.

"So...professional volleyball, huh?" Tendo's voice broke the silence, as the anxiety twisted your gut as he addressed the elephant in the room. 

Earlier that day, after receiving the news, you ran to tell your friends, as well as your boyfriend Tendo. Wakatoshi congratulated you, blessing you with one of those rare smiles that felt like finding a four leafed clover. At the time, Satori got excited and hugged you and jumped like an excited dog yelling along with you. 

However, you knew there was something more to address with Satori. You'd been dating for most of your high school years. After meeting in your first year, the instant chemistry and both your impulsive natures led you to start dating three months after meeting each other. 

"I'm a bit scared you know?" You giggled awkwardly. "Flying across the Pacific Ocean, moving into a country I barely know a thing about. I don't even know Spanish, and my English is the worst, I don't know how I'm going to survive" you admitted, only adding to your own fear. 

"I've been there once, it's nice" Satori said leaning against the balcony from the viewpoint as the night city glowed in neon lights. 

"I can tell. You always wear your Mexico's hoodie underneath the uniform's blazer" you giggled. 

"So, this is it?" He said bluntly as your heart shrunk painfully. "Y'know, it's been the best two years and a half of my life" 

"Tendo…" You whispered as tears began filling your eyes.

"Thank you for not treating me like a weirdo. And thank you for putting up with my fangirling about Shonen Jump, and even for giving in to my endless nagging about you reading One Piece and Kimetsu…" 

"Stop that" Your voice broke "You make me feel like I'm dying or something" you chuckled bitterly, as tears began falling down your cheeks. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I really pulled a Wakatoshi there, didn't I?" He looked at you, noticing the tears as you silently wiped them away with your sleeve.

"Yeah, you did" 

"[Name]?" He said in a gentle voice.

"Yes?" 

"I love you" hearing him broke your heart instantly, as you sobbed silently and looked up at him "Don't forget that when you move to Mexico, okay?" 

"I love you too, Tori-kun" you sobbed, hugging him and burying your face in his chest as you kept crying quietly. "You're my favorite part of my whole high school experience" 

"Am I? More than volleyball?" His voice became more playful than earlier.

"From the moment I started high school at Shiratorizawa, I was already aiming for professional volleyball. You were a pleasant surprise, I never thought I'd meet someone like you here" Looking up, you met his eyes, reflecting a tender stare that only shone through his eyes when you were alone.

"Someone like me?" 

"A yokai boy, an actual satori, you know? A playful spirit with mind reading skills that likes to creep people out, but doesn't harm them" 

Satori chuckled amused by how you described him.

"That's how you see me?" He smirked trying to hide the pain he was feeling at the time.

"I see a weirdo, and a nerd, a smartass. I also see someone who's kind, and gentle, and funny. I see you and my heart still goes all crazy everytime I see you" 

"Baby, if you keep going I'm gonna puke from how cheesy you sound" He giggled leaning down and stealing a kiss from you. "I'm always thinking what I'd do without you, I never thought it'd come the day I'd have to answer that question…" 

As much as he was happy to see you achieve your dream, he still felt bitter about the idea of letting you go. He even fantasized about convincing you to stay, but he would never be able to do that in real life. Even when he didn't like volleyball enough to pursue a career, he knew you did. And he was not going to ruin your chance of actually going to join a professional team.

"Don't" Your voice broke him apart from the sour series of thoughts that were making him feel more and more miserable as your time together seemed to be running out.

"You said something, baby?" He said looking at you, as now it was.him who was trying to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks. 

"Don't" You repeated.

"What?" 

"Come to Mexico with me" Your question left him speechless. Not just that, but his mind simply turned off.

"What?" He muttered barely making a sound.

"I'm serious" You said.

"I know you are, baby!" Satori chuckled. "I-I...whoa, for the first time I don't know what to say…" A few tears escaped from the corner of his eyes as he tried to stay composed "Congratulations, you left the mind reading yokai completely blank" He joked.

"You can go to college there, I don't know if you can buy Jump there, but worst case scenario, you can ask Goshiki to send you the weekly jumps…" you shrugged before locking eyes with him "Why are you giving me that look?" 

"I-I…I don't...know…" Satori's voice broke slightly as he tried to mask it with an awkward chuckle. "Not to get all sentimental and psychological but…" 

He stopped as he took a deep breath, thinking how he was actually very close to breaking down. Overwhelming thoughts running in all directions in his head. 

"It's hard for me to believe sometimes how much you love me. I-I mean...Yeah, growing up I was the weirdo no one wanted to befriend. And here you are, wanting to export me across the sea…" He chuckled at his own joke, trying to cope with everything he was feeling.

"Export" you giggled "what are you? A package?" 

"One of the finest quality" He answered as more tears fell down his eyes and he looked away, wiping them with his fingers. 

"I love you, Satori, I really do" You whispered "I-I mean, if you don't want to go to Mexico, I get it. It's not...easy…" Upon your realization of what you'd asked him, you suddenly felt embarrassed "One thing is moving from one city to another, and that's already hard...moving countries must be…" 

"I do" He interrupted you with a soft voice.

"What?" 

"Whoa, that sounded as if I was answering a marriage proposal" Satori laughed. "Which isn't so different from asking your boyfriend to move in to Mexico with you, if you ask me—" 

"Wait, you mean that?" You cut him off.

"Is it a crazy idea? Yes, yes it is. But we're both a little bit crazy for agreeing into dating each other, aren't we?" He shrugged.

"Tori-kun!" you giggled, hugging him once more, as he brushed your hair, kissing your forehead. 

#fun fact: vb is actually one of the most ignored sports in mexico :( #here people only.care about soccer 😭💔 #i wish I had more friends who liked vb as much as i do sjdjsjdjsjf #anywhoo #satori tendō #miracle boy satori #satori x reader #i love satori #satori tendou #satori tendo x reader #tendo x reader #tendo satori #tendou x reader #tendou fluff #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

[theycallmeswiggy]

Raindrops dripping on the slide doors, they are the only ones in the room. Lights dimmed and silence breaks through every corner of the room, my eyes can reach out to. I turn my neck towards the ipad, I have been scribbling on past forty minutes. My neck hurts. I have been sitting in a wrong posture since morning. Then comforting, now hurting.

I skipped my dinner. Though, maa kept a bowl of curd for me covered on the table which I know would taste better than anything else as I can hear my stomach, growling loud and I don't know how to cook anything else either.

Two notifications drop in. I swipe the screen. "Meeting at eight." "Assignments due." These were pending for today. I was lacking behind, again.

Since, I was a growing teen, I wasn't good at everything I did but now, when I am good at something. I take every part of responsibility I can and make sure they end up being perfect. Not because I like them but because I want to be the "perfect multitasker."

Negligible appreciation, failure and hatred on yourself by others and most importantly "you" can turn you into a "perfect multitasker."once you know you are capable of doing things with a bow ribbon on them.

You push yourself to the extreme edge where you know the only option is to jump down the uneven edge and almost neglect that you can also draw one step back.

Pros and cons of being one? I would label it as "don't try this at home."Highlighted in red over lime green.

Today, I have certificates, medals and badges kept in a cupboard almost visible but the visibility of when after a successful event, I curl up in a corner on my bed is none. Sobbing and soaking wet in tears. An unknown feeling, a hatred, a thought of "I can never be better" or "I could have done better" crawl up in my gut. Heart throbbing faster and if I could, I would puke my feelings out everytime. Everyday. They are harmful to health as any other poison is. Would kill you. Slow but effective.

Wishing, I was never perfect or almost near it. Losing myself in the battle of "the best version of me" and the "happy one."

- "The perfect multitasker." by Swagata Sarkar.