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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

request | Can I have royalty au (soon to be king bakugou) (and soon to be queen reader) , katsuki and reader are supposed to be getting married (not to eachother) but they end up sneaking around and doing IT with eachother so top!kats , exhibition , begging , dumbification and spanking THANK YOU💞💞

this lovely request was submitted for the kissing booth event (the rest of the drabbles come out soon, ahem :)) so, if this was your request, um...hAHA whoops.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, royalty!au, infidelity, nondescript!fiancés, angst (gasp), fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification + more! minors dni!

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“C'mon, princess...can I make you feel good once last time?

You're getting married.

No more ignorance is bliss, no more I didn't know any better—this is when you put all your childish antics to the side and fucking woman up, now in charge of the safety of your kingdom and its inhabitants and whatnot. So yes, you must snuff all your adolescent tendencies, and that includes sleeping with the Crowned Prince of the neighboring kingdom behind your fiancé's backs.

But, boys are stubborn. And stupid.

Ding ding ding!

"Excuse me, Everyone!" Your fiancé announces to the crowd in your dining room as he stumbles to his feet, spoon clinking against his glass. He nearly trips, but no one sees except yourself. "I would like to make a toast."

You frown. This wasn't a part of the rehearsal dinner.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for being able to be with us tonight," he says, shoving the glass higher in the air. As red wine splashes over the rim, you think to remind him that isn't a toast, it's the beginning of a speech, but your comments have rarely deterred the man in the past. "As you’re all aware, this marriage is vital. Not only for our kingdom, but for the neighboring kingdom as well."

Your fiancé regards the Bakugou’s with a lift of his chalice. In the coming weeks, two arranged marriages will melt the four most influential kingdoms into two, and your fiancé and his family had the genius to throw a massive Gala to celebrate it. You wouldn’t be surprised if they got off to the idea of stretching themselves so thin their hair falls out at age thirty; they won’t even allow you to choose the type of dress for your wedding.

"I would also like to thank my lovely, lovely wife, for just being so... lovely.” Your fiancé chuckles, accompanied by an uncomfortable massage to your shoulder. The guests find amusement in how whipped he is as he gazes your way expectantly, conceivably wishing to see you swoon at the compliment. All you give him is a blank face. His elation falters.

"You know, when I first met this woman, I knew she was going to be the love of my life," your fiancé shakes your glare off. You purposely block out the rest of his story in favor of folding and unfolding your napkin again, puffing under your breath at the cheesy comment.

"Sap," you grunt to yourself, obviously. You don't expect anyone to hear, but there's a snort to your right. Your eyes lift from your lap—and straight into Katsuki's smug blood red ones. He winks at you from across the table and your eyes roll at that, though there's a small smile playing on your face that's impossible to hide.

"Isn't that right [Y/N]!...[Y/N]?"

You blink yourself back to life, eyes reluctantly leaving Katuski's hypnotic ones for the pair that make you nauseous, "Oh—u-um, yep!"

The place bursts in laughter and there's even a little smile dancing on Katsuki's face. He catches you staring so your eyes divert to your lap, but his remain a physical force against you for the rest of the night.

*selene — the greek goddess of the moon

The balcony is much nicer than the ballroom.

For one, it's the farthest place you could have gone from the commotion, all the way on the opposite side of the castle. It's a solid five-minute walk when you aren't in heels and a heavy petticoat, but it provides a lovely view of your front yard, subjecting you to watch the early-sleepers leave in their carriages to call it a night. Meanwhile, *Selene watches you from her telescope the moon with a sigh and a sad smile, because she's the only one who knows how completely and utterly alone you will be.

You glare at her—the goddess doesn't waver.

Bitch.

It's no secret that Gala’s like these get overwhelming—especially when you're the center of attention. You see Lord Shinsou (Earl) stuff the eager Lord Kaminari (Baron) into his silver-plated carriage before looking around to ensure no one saw, and blanche upon seeing your figure stood on the balcony. You salute so he knows his secret is safe with you, and relief washes over his face before he too hops into the carriage. What a scandal, you giggle.

Plenty of couples resign home after that; it makes you uneasy. You're unsure as to why, but you have the ever-increasing urge to nip at your fingernails until you don't have them anymore, and jamming the sharpest point of your heel into the concrete seems like the only proper way to release enough kinetic energy before you explode.

"He loves me."

He does, embarrassingly so—so what's the issue?

There isn't an issue; there shouldn't be. He reminds you how pretty you are and you compliment his influence. Neither of you are marrying down. You look good together. The kingdom's future power couple if you will, where you two supposedly mold the great future in your peculiarly young hands. There isn't an issue. You're the one for him, and he's the one for you.

The balcony door whines open. You don't turn around, praying whoever it is will see that it's occupied and turn the other cheek. Yet, the stomp of whoever's boots only grow louder until you’re adjacent to a shadow of a being, his chin lifted towards the stars. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, though dyed a pale white by the silver moon, and you two stand in a strangely comfortable silence, watching carriages roll out of your driveway.

The silence doesn’t last for long, though. It never does.

"D’ya always go disappearing like that?"

You frown. "What?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Katsuki grumbles—he has yet to look at you. Seems like Selene captures more than one person's attention tonight. "Blinked and you were gone."

Your frown only deepens, and you return your attention to the courtyard. "I didn't know you were paying attention."

The ash-blond presses his forearms against the railing for support. "I wasn't. He was."

Oh.

"Said he wants you to come back, so," Katsuki clicks his tongue, carmine red eyes finally flicking your way through the darkness. You don’t dare look at him. “You run off often, or what?"

"Tell him I'll come back in a second," you sigh, balancing your face in your hand. Katsuki says nothing, but he doesn't leave, and you hate that you don't mind.

Until he points towards a couple crossing the lawn and says, "Oi, that's the Duke from my fiancé's kingdom. Fucker tried to poison my dad for the throne—straightened him out real quick.”

"Why are you talking to me?" You snap like a cornered animal. Katsuki lifts an eyebrow.

"What? I can't have a goddamn conversation?"

"I—" your chest rises and falls with a reason to why he can't, but you can only come up with one—and you don't want to think about it.

"Listen. I don't like these things either, alright?" He huffs defensively, so defensively that you have to take a step back. "If I have the opportunity to get some fresh air, I'm gonna fuckin' take it."

You shrug, supposing it makes you one and the same. The wind blows, not harsh, but harsh enough to ruffle your gown, and make the gold jewelry decorating Katsuki's tunic jingle.

“So. I guess this is it, ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Katsuki, you know we—“

"Yeah yeah, that's all you fuckin' say," he growls bitterly, and you blink in a poor attempt to find where the animosity came from. His face twists in an ugly way as he sits his hands on his hips, nose scrunched to mockingly pitch his voice that doesn't sound like yours at all. "We can't, we shouldn't—"

"Because we shouldn't!" You nearly shout, and Katsuki jumps from how quickly you raise your voice. "Because—because if we get caught, we're fucked. And I can't go to sleep terrified that I'll wake up to an exposé tomorrow morning and get beheaded by the afternoon. So...please. Just stop."

Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"You don't love that asshole."

Your throat feels tight—much too tight to be comfortable, and your chest rises and falls with disbelief as you search for the words before you can talk again, eyes never dropping from the stars. You've had this conversation, fuck, you have it too often; often enough to know that he would say those exact words, and enough to know precisely what you'll say in response.

"I love him, Katsuki."

"No, no you fuckin' don't," the ash-blond chucks a laugh and it's nothing short of acrid, his words eating away at your skin more than you'd like them to. You sigh, resting your forearms on the railing too.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Always gotta be so goddamn emotionally unavailable, huh?" He growls, glare set on the mountains presented in front of you. You feel his suit jacket hit your freezing shoulders, unaware of the cool temperatures until you feel the cloth brush against goosebumps. It’s your turn to laugh bitterly.

“Careful. People might think we’re getting married to each other.”

“One day you’ll let me fuckin’ live,” he grunts, and your eyes meet for the first time. His usual red is dyed a deep purple by the moonlight, their usual hardness traded for something much softer. “Can’t even give you a jacket when you’re shivering like a goddamn leaf in the wind.”

You give him a look of utter exhaustion because you’re tired—tired of all this running around and hiding, the secrecy. It eats at your insides like a caterpillar does a leaf, knowing that you go to sleep every night to a man who’ll barely touch you, but at the same time, feeling guilty that you don’t need nor want him to.

“Why are you here?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. His warm body settles behind yours, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to feel him. “You looked lonely.”

“I thought my fiancé told you to get me?” You ask, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Katsuki rolls his eyes, his arms settling on both sides of yours.

“He did. But I didn’t refuse the damn request either.”

“You saw my loneliness all the way from the ballroom. What an eyesight,” you scoff. Katsuki’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear he’s fighting a grin because you’re a little shit who loves giving him a hard time. The ash-blond’s chest rises and falls, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“You know what I mean.”

You snort, tilting your head to the right. You suppose you do.

“And I’m marrying a bitch,” he adds to his list of grievances, his hands finding yours to gently play with your fingers. You nod in agreement. A bitch she is.

“And...I’m really going to fuckin’ miss you.”

It might as well pass for nothing but a breath, eyes trained on your held hands. His chest suspends like he has more to say, but his teeth tear at the inside of his cheek before he can. “I—fuck, I get it, okay? I’m a selfish asshole—“

“This doesn’t have to do wit—“

“And I really, really need to get my fuckin’ priorities straight. I mean, they are, just not in the way they should be.”

“Hey,” you chastise, shaking his hands for his attention. “You can’t control who you love, okay?"

Katsuki grumbles at that but you refuse, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"And neither can I.”

You let go of his hands in favor of pulling him down via his cheeks and giving him a big fat kiss on the lips. It’s peckish and brief, but it’s sweet and gets your point across. It's comfortable.

“The hell was that for?” Katsuki asks once you pull away. Though you see him struggle to hide a grin, eyes squinting more than they should.

“Easy,” you say, stepping forwards (as if there’s any space for that), “You looked lonely.”

Katsuki snorts, dropping his head, “Bastard.”

“And I’m being married off to an asshole,” you lament, pulling his face so close to the point you’re sure the strain on his back has got to be anything but sexy. He accommodates anyways—Katsuki always has; and night seems to suspend along with his baited breath as he waits for the next line, eyes shining with a painful hope you’re about to confirm.

“And I’m really, really going to miss you,” you say, shaking your head at how utterly true that statement is. Fuck.

The vulnerability slowly fades from his eyes at that, and Katsuki hums, clammy hands finding their rightful place around your hips.

“You shouldn’t call him an asshole, you know,” he says, face inching so close you can smell the champagne on his breath. “He means well.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” you quip back, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki shrugs, and you don’t realize he’s backing you up until your back kisses the cool railing.

“Well. I can’t help but feel a little bad,” he says cheekily as he inches closer, “‘Cause I make you feel so good, don’t I, Princess? Last time I checked, better than he ever could.”

You scoff at his audacity though it’s all good-natured, eyes preferring the moon over his heated gaze as he turns you around to face the courtyard.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, redirecting your attention using a finger on your jaw, “Eyes on me, Princess. You look really fuckin’ pretty under the stars, y’know.”

You snort at the compliment, rolling your eyes.

“‘M serious. A fuckin’ goddess,” he growls, leaving wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your breath hitches as he reaches your sweet spot and sucks, and you’re swatting him away before he can leave a mark.

“I sai—“

“One last time, Princess,” he bargains lowly as his hot hands slide their way from your waist to your breasts, taking their sweet time. Katsuki hooks his chin on your shoulder. “Lemme—Can I make you feel good one last time?”

You’re nodding with a whimper before you can berate yourself for being so fucking easy, the thought of not being able to indulge yourself with this, with him, any longer tosses any and all resistance out the window.

“Good,” Katsuki hums, tweaking your nipples through the bodice. “‘M gonna pay you back for being so good to me, yeah? For puttin' up with all my shit."

You scoff, mouth dropping to tell him you weren't putting up with his shit, but then a warm hand lands on your thigh—somehow, he's found a way under your dress. The hand slides up inner thigh and you feel Katsuki's chest shudder against your back as he finally reaches where you need him most.

"K-Kats—"

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?" He grunts, pulling your panties to the side. You shiver from the change in temperature, watching another Duke and Duchess of half-drunkenly stumble into their carriages for the night, before there's a crack of a whip and hooves beat towards the exit. It's only a reminder of how painfully exposed you two are—one glance towards the balcony and any onlooker would know exactly what's happening. You hate it.

You hate that you don't.

"Atta girl," Katsuki purrs, groaning as he inserts a finger. You shiver, the weight of his being practically trapping you against the railing. "Always so fuckin' tight. I swear that asshole never fucks you right."

Katsuki's never been an impatient man and fills you with a second finger awfully fast, chuckling when you bite into the meat of your palm to hold back a whimper. His hips start to grind against the puff of your dress and he groans as quietly as he can, carelessly shoving down the sleeve of his suit jacket to bite into your shoulder.

You let out a broken moan much too loud for this time of night and it prompts Katsuki's free hand to stuff an equal amount of fingers into your mouth. "Y'know, something tells me you wanna get caught. You want the whole world to know how much you fuckin' hate that bastard, huh?"

You choke as Katsuki slides in a third digit next to the second, the slap of his palm against your pussy becoming nothing but obscene as your slick accentuates the sound. His hips speed up against your ass and that's enough friction to have the ash-blond groaning, along with the spit that drips down his forearm.

"So dirty for me, Princess," his hips stutter when you push back, tongue laving over the bite mark you'll probably have to conceal in the morning. Asshole. "You wanna cum like this, don't you? You're gonna cum all over my fingers in front of the entire royal court. Dumb little girl, can't even keep her mouth shut to keep us from gettin' caught."

You jam your heel into the balcony concrete so hard you positive it cracks before you're coming all over Katsuki's fingers, nearly choking on the ones in your mouth as you release the loudest broken moan you have that night. Katsuki's hips stutter against you and you're positive he's filling his boxers from the airy moan that follows, and his hand goes limp in your mouth before it slides out completely.

Your chests balloon in unison, his body draped over yours, and as you two catch your breath under the moonlight, you can’t help but think how much you’re going to miss this.

"Run away with me."

"I—" he does this. He always does this. He makes you feel on top of the world, acting like everything's fine, and then he pulls this shit on you. You look everywhere but him, nearly scoffing in disbelief. "Katsuki—"

"C'mon, Princess," Katsuki scrambles to flip you by the waist until your back is flush against the railing again and he’s cradling both your hands in his semi-damp ones. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t like, and it makes your chest burn. "Across the sea, people are movin’ over there and I—I know someone there, okay? Someone we could stay with, maybe help us get back on our feet an-and I found a fuckin’ ferry guy to take us across, and I can even pay him a little extra, o-or you, or—"

"Katsuki," you give him a sad smile, squeezing his hands tight. There's hope, too much hope in his eyes and it's fucking blinding. "Running away? I—this is—we have an obligation, we can't jus—"

"It'll be fine," he insists, stepping forwards and squeezing you back twice as hard. You sigh."I—the two kingdoms can merge or whatever the fuck they wanna do and then we'll be—"

"Katsuki."

"I—fuck Princess, I don't beg but goddammit, I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, get on my knees, I ca—"

"You really want to know what I want?"

Katsuki freezes. It's the first time you've ever seen some semblance of emotion in him that isn't anger or lust, with carmine red irises swimming in unshed tears—and fuck, you hate the sight. You want to shoot yourself in the fucking foot for what you’re about to do, but it’s for the best. It always is.

"Love her."

Katsuki looks at you, and his face drops, chest shuddering.

"I can't."

You drop his hands in favor of holding his face, thumbing at the hot tears running as they fall. God, Katsuki’s pretty—too pretty for his own good and he doesn’t even know it. His unsteady hands find themselves massaging your ribs and your foreheads knock together. "You need to try. Love her as much as you love me, yeah?"

"'S fuckin' impossible," Katsuki says with a wet snort, shaking his head with eyebrows raised. You giggle, throat impossibly tight.

"Almost, then? For me."

Katsuki’s red eyes stare at you through the darkness. You have half a mind to look the other way, but you figure you owe him this if nothing else, and as he lovingly absorbs your being under the moonlight for the last time, you really wish you could take your words back.

"I'll...fuck. Fine. I'll try." Katsuki resigns with a shrug, shaking his head. You two sniffle in unison and you suppress the strange urge to pinch him. "'M not gonna try to get over you, though. Sorry, not sorry."

You roll your eyes at that but it's all good-natured, followed by a choke you struggle to hide as his arms coil around your waist, "Then I won't either."

A genuine grin spreads across his face, and it’s borderline giddy—and a stark contrast against the waterworks. "She finally fuckin' admits it."

"Figured it was about time," you give him a wobbly smile before your eyes flicker to his, red blurring from being so close. Selene looks upon both of you with a reminiscent sigh.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugou."

Katsuki sniffs before he laughs; it's wet, and near bitter, and he pulls you so close your face nearly shoves into his chest. "Fuck. Fuck, you're an asshole, you know that?"

"This is when you say it back," you bargain, squishing his cheeks. Katsuki presses his forehead deeper into yours.

"I love you too, Asshole."

He speaks with a softness you've never heard and it's like a gunshot to the heart, and as his lips inch closer to yours as your hands slide to thumb at his ears. One last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

Until there's a whistle and the click of footsteps. You and Katsuki jump a mile apart.

"Oh, [Y/N]! You're still out here in the cold?" Your fiancé asks with a raised eyebrow, but it seems like that's only an afterthought as he turns to Katsuki to say, "Your wife’s found the alcohol."

"Great," the ash-blond groans, understanding the translation—your fiancé is piss drunk in the ballroom.

"I do recommend you take her home. She's making quite a mess of the eclairs. And her face."

Katsuki heads inside without giving you a second glance, and your fiancé gives him a solid pat on the way in before turning to you halfway through the doorway, "Are you coming inside, Darling?"

"In a moment," you say with a smile. Your hand never leaves the railing. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Alrighty, then. I'll be in the bedroom. Waiting~" he winks, and with that, he's spinning on his heel, and you're alone with the moon again.

You watch Katsuki guide his inebriated fiancé into the carriage lovingly, with a smile on his face that isn't quite the one he wears with you but close enough, whispering whatever pleases her at the time with a chaste kiss on the cheek. You feel comfort in knowing that he has someone to love and someone to be loved by. He doesn't look your way—not once.

It's not until they drive away that you realize you still have his suit jacket draped over your shoulders. You don't doubt he did that on purpose, either.

Asshole.

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bakugou smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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ericsangyeon · 3 years

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addicted - l.sy

‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 7.0k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

theme: gang au sorta??

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians

a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D

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“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.

“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.

“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.

“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”

“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”

“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.

“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.

I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”

I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.

“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.

I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.

Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.

My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.

The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.

After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.

“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”

“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.

As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.

But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.

Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.

“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.

My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter. “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.

“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.

He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.

“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.

I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.

“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.

“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.

“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.

Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.

“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.

“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.

He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”

“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.

His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”

I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”

Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.

“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.

“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.

“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.

Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.

“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.

“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches his hands into a fist.

“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?

Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.

Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.

The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.

20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.

In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.

Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs my wrists and leans in.

“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”

A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”

Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.

He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.

Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.

“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.

“What?” I whisper, shocked.

“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties. Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.

“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.

“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.

“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.

“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.

After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.

“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.

Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.

“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.

“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.

“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.

He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.

“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.

“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.

“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.

Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.

“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.

“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.

“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.

Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.

“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.

Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.

“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.

Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.

“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.

He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.

“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.

“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.

“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.

Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.

“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.

“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.

Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.

I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.

Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.

“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.

I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.

“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.

Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.

“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.

Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.

After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.

“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.

After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.

“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.

He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.

“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.

Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.

“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.

“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.

After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.

“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.

“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.

“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.

“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.

“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.

“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.

“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.

“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.

I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”

Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.

That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.

“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.

He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.

“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.

“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.

Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.

After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.

I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.

Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.

One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.

“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.

Sangyeon sat up next to me. “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.

I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”

He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.

Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.

A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.

As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.

“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.

“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.

“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.

Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”

Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.

“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.

“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.

“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.

“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.

“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.

“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.

“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.

As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.

Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.

I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had. “Help m-” BOOM!

Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.

The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.

Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.

Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?

“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.

“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.

I nod my head slowly.

“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.

Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.

After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.

“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.

“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.

Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.

“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.

“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.

“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.

“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.

“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.

We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.

I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.

“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.

Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.

“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.

“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.

“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.

“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.

I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.

“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.

“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.

“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.

“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.

June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.

Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.

Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.

“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.

Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.

“I love you so much y/n l/n.”

“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”

“You’re mine forever.”

“And I'm yours.”

well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe

stream breaking dawn and support tbz on kingdom :D

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Remus x Reader

"Second chances"

(Warning : sadness ahead.)

You look at the piece of paper in your hand and smile as you see the famous Hogwarts train..the same train you took a few years back as a student. And now ? You would be returning as a teacher. You get on the train and look for a place to seat. You see that all of them are full but one, with only three students and a man inside. You open the door and sit down with a wide smile.

" Hi ! I'm Y/N L/N. The new potion assistant."

They all politely shake your hand while telling you their names as well. Your eyes widen when you hear that Harry Potter is among them. You are about to tell him that you were an old friend of Lily when the red-head next to you interrupts you, his face as white as a sheet.

" Wait..Potion's assistant ?! As in, assistant of the donjon bat ?!"

Hermione gives him a warning look, but you only laugh lightly.

" Donjon bat ? Is that what kids are calling him those days ?"

They all seem surprised as you don't seem offended, only mildly amused.

" Wait..You know professor Rogue ?!"

It's Hermione's turn to be surprised and you only nod in response.

" Of course I know Severus. We were friends.."

" Were ?"

Harry picks on and your smile turns downward as you remember that Severus and you hadn't talked to each other since..Lily's death. However, you don't have to answer the boy that the train abruptly stops. You frown before looking outside and freeze when you feel thee familiar cold air entering the wagon.

" Dementors.."

You whisper as the temperature lowers more and more. You then see the darkness making its way towards your door and then, the door open ajar, letting the monster inside. He inspects all of the passengers before finally landing his attention on Harry. The boy is paralysed by fear and the dementor takes it as an opportunity to get a taste..However, the sleeping man and you get up at the same time and yell.

" Expecto Patronum !"

The flying nightmare gets ejected out of your wagon and leaves you all try to get your breath back. You automatically crouch beside Harry to make sure he is fine and the stranger kneels beside him as well.

" Are you okay, Harry ?"

You ask and he nods silently.

" Yeah..What was that thing ?!"

Before you could answer, the stranger does it for you.

" Dementors from Azkaban, they're searching for Sirius Black."

At the name, you close your eyes and feel nauseous..To think that Sirius could be the one behind Lily's and James' death..It just didn't make any sense to you. Sirius was the best friend of James, and a good soul..But no matter how much you fought to prove he had nothing to do with it, nothing could be done. This is why you had gone. The pain was too much..The only guilt you had was to have left Severus and Remus behind. You wonder, are they the same now ? Where is Remus even ? Is he alright ? However, the stranger gets you out of your thoughts by standing up and extending a hand towards you.

" I should probably go see if any of the other students need help, while you can stay with Miss..?"

You smile and accept his hand for him to get you up.

" L/N. Y/N."

Suddenly, his grip seems to tighten and his eyes to darken as he looks straight at you with what you can only imagine to be sadness and he takes a step back, as if your touch had suddenly shifted to burning lava. He doesn't tell you his name, even though you feel as if you had already seen him somewhere and walks out. However, he turns one last time to give a piece of chocolate to Harry.

" Here. Eat. You'll feel better."

You want to follow him, ask him for his name and why he seemed shocked by the mention of your name. But, you have to stay with Harry, as he was the perfect victim for the dementors. You decide to do as you were told and stay with the Golden trio until arrival. As soon as you are out, you search for the mysterious man, but cannot find him anywhere. The trio enters a carriage and you climb up with them, sharing it with a strawberry blond girl with clear blue eyes. A ravenclaw, no doubt. Her cleverness shows behind her eyes as she looks at each one of you until she speaks. She talks about thestrals and your eyes brighten. You always thought that those creatures were amazing and the reflection of past mistakes..However, you wonder, what past mistakes did you commit this time ? You enter in the surroundings of the castle and shiver at the sensation..You were home. Home again. You get out of the carriage and see that McGonagall is waiting for you. She smiles when she sees you and takes you to the Great Hall.

" It's been so long, Y/N. To think that two of my most brilliant students are going to be reunited this year.."

You frown and want to ask what she is referring to, but your eyes land on the man who had saved Harry in the wagon. You sit down next to him and see Severus that addresses you only a dismissive sideway glance. You smile at him, but he doesn't reciprocate. You sigh loudly before listening to the headmaster's welcome speech. It brings back memories, of James dancing on the table, of Sirius singing so high to cover his speech with a modification spell..and Remus. Remus smiling and laughing at his friends idiotic acts, but still defending them. But then, the murder happened..And you had to leave. The headmaster calls your name and you stand up with a small smile, but then, he calls another name..

" We also have a new teacher of defense against the dark arts: professor Remus Lupin."

The man stands up and bows slightly forward, but you are too shocked to do the same..Even after he sits back down, it take you a few seconds to sit back down. You decide to look over to Severus that is staring right at you. However, he doesn't linger and only looks at the students, knowing that among them is the son of Lily..Harry Potter. However, as soon as dinner is over, you want to talk to Severus, but he walks out quickly, followed by the waves of new slytherin students. You sigh before turning around and falling face to face with Remus that seems as surprised as you.

" Y/N ? It has been a while.."

He smiles sadly with his eyes translating a sort of melancholy. You smile back and nod.

" Indeed Remus..It has been a while. Didn't think we would bump into each other here. Of all places."

He chuckles while looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to find his words from the gargoyles..

"..This is where Sirius took the old quidditch teacher's broom and broke it in half..I remember the earful we had gotten from McGonagall.."

You smile fondly at the memory of Sirius whistling while riding said broom. You look at each other and stay in comfortable silence, until a familiar low and deep voice makes itself heard behind you.

" Well, if it isn't the beauty and the beast..Reunited again. How charming.."

You turn around to face Severus that seems highly unimpressed, an eyebrow raised and arms crossed over his torso. His hair is longer and he is dressed in darker clothes than you remembered him..but besides that, he hadn't changed much. His eyes still hold a sadness and hatred that the loss of Lily had only worsen. You are about to talk when Remus does it for you. He takes a step forwards to stare directly in Severus' eyes.

" Happy to see you as well, Severus. Glad to hear that your long-lasting sarcasm hasn't faded over the years..I take it that you weren't aware that miss L/N would be coming back as well..?"

Severus doesn't falter his gaze, not even taking the time to give you a side glance.

" Obviously."

It is only then that he looks at you with a flicker of hurt in his eyes, but quickly gets back his composure to look back at Remus.

" You both have class tomorrow. I would advise you both to get back to your private quarters.."

And with that, he walks down the corridor without giving you a second glance. You want to go after him, but Remus stops you at the last minute.

" I wouldn't do that if I were you. Severus hasn't been quite himself since you left and seeing you again may be..painful to him ?"

You look between Remus and the way Severus had gone and finally agree.

" You're right. I shouldn't intervene too much.."

He smiles for a second before turning around to walk towards his own quarters. You can only stare at him until the light of his wand disappears completely. You smile sadly, knowing that your return wasn't painful only for Severus..Remus waits until he is in his room before letting go of his emotions. He soundproofs the room with his wand and takes a shaky breath before screaming so loud that it hurts. He doubled in pain and slides down to sit and bury his face in his hands to hide his tears. He had Sirius to save and now, another ghost from his past had come back to haunt him..He sits on his bed as images of the past swirl in his mind.

Flashback :

Your younger self is running through the woods, looking for someone. She finally finds a quivering Remus covered in blood and a dead deer by his side. Young Remus looks up at her and starts sobbing as he extends his hand towards her.

" Please..Don't go. I'm sorry. I know I'm a monster but, I don't want to be alone.."

She only smiles compassionately before kneeling in front of him and taking his hand.

" You're not alone Remus, and you're not a monster either."

He seems stunned for a moment, but smiles hopefully before taking you in his arms, crying in your shoulder.

" You..You don't think I'm a monster ?"

You hold on to him even tighter and answer confidently.

" Never..I would never think that."

He backs away a bit to ask, his voice filled with hope and desperate need.

" You'll stay with me then ?"

You smile and nod.

" Forever.."

End of flashback.

Remus lies down on his bed and closes his eyes, listening to the different sounds he can hear from the outside. After a while, he falls asleep, his head filled with memories of you..and how you betrayed your promise.

Next day :

You wake up just in time for your first lesson with Severus. You dress rapidly before running outside and barging in the great hall. Multiple head shot up to look at you, and one of them is Severus that looks at you with barely hidden disdain and the same unimpressed expression as last night. You also quickly notice Remus' empty seat and sigh before taking your place. You just have the time to grab a toast that the food disappears and the headmaster stands up to announce the beginning of classes. Severus doesn't wait for you and walks out of the great hall in a hurry as soon as Dumbledore is done talking. You have to hurry to catch up with him and are relieved when he waits for you in front of the class.

" You didn't need to go so fast..I nearly fell three times following you !"

You complain, but he only snorts.

" Incompetent and lazy..That's a good start."

You can't believe his words and humph loudly before following him inside. But he doesn't acknowledge your disapproval and only starts looking through his papers, preparing the class as the students would soon arrive. A few minutes later, the students sit down and you wait for Severus to make the introduction..which he doesn't.

" Amortentia. You have 40 minutes. Be quick."

You frown as he sits back down at his desk and leaves the students to do the potion on their own. You see many struggling and decide to go help them.

" Here, you have to be more gentle with the Ashwinder eggs. Come on, let me show you.."

You take the knife and gently cut the eggs to add them to the mixture. But, suddenly, Severus slams his hands flat on the desk, making you and the nearby students jump in surprise.

" Miss L/N! Do I have to remind you that you are not to interfere with my class unless I tell you so?"

He surely thinks that you'll back down and apologize, but you only stand up to face him. You don't step back and stare right back at him before answering straightforwardly.

" Your students should have been more prepared. They barely know which ingredient is which and you want them to learn how to bottle love ?! Dear Merlin, this is insane."

You can see his eyes darken and he menacingly says.

" If you don't like how I teach, miss L/N..Maybe it is best for you to leave !"

Your next words stay stuck in your throat at his forbidden expression and you grit your teeths before getting out and slamming the door behind you. Of course, you get a visit from Dumbledore a few hours later, insisting that you make peace with Severus. You take a big breath before knocking at his door. You hear a few muffled curses on the other side before the door opens, showing Severus with his hair disheveled and covered in ink stains.

" What do you want ?"

He harshly asks while eyeing you up and down in distaste.

" Can we talk ?"

You reply, doing your best to hide your thoughts from him and anything that would betray you. You need to talk to him, and he would listen, that he wants to or not..With another glare, he finally gives in and opens the door ajar for you to enter. You walk inside and look around. Not a lot of personal items or anything other than practical. Your eyes then land on him, looking at you impatiently with his arms crossed and tapping his foot on the ground.

" So ? What did you want to talk about ? How you interrupted my class ? Made a fool out of me ? If so, there is no need. I do not care that the headmaster appointed you as my assistant. Disrespect me again ? And I won't hesitate before throwing you out of my class and this school. You may have thought that our..past..would bring you some kind of special treatment, but I can assure you that that is not the case and I.."

" Are you finished ?"

You cut him off and he seems surprised, but you don't let him speak again before he hears what you have to say. You move forward until your noses nearly touch and thrust your finger on his torso multiple times, as to make yourself clear.

" I don't know what I've ever done to deserve such wrath from you, but those students have done nothing to deserve this. As for our "past", Severus. Consider it erased. I don't know what you thought I was there to do, but I have a job now. Unlike you, I am not stuck in the past. I may be your assistant, but I am not your student and you have no right to speak to me this way. Professor Snape, I am as qualified as you and this will be the last time I will ever let you embarrass me this way. We used to be friends, I thought that maybe we could get along as colleagues, but I was obviously wrong. I am not here to apologize, because you are the one who should be apologizing."

He snorts at that before looking down at you and you can feel the tension rising as he stares down at you with a sneer.

" Really, Y/N ? Are you sure about that ? Your memory must be hazy, let me clear it up for you.."

You don't understand until he looks straight at you and uses his legilimens on you. You see yourself, Lily and Severus playing together. You see multiple memories of your life at Hogwarts together and then, the fall. Severus knocking at your door in the middle of the night and begging you to let him enter. You then see yourself opening the door to a sobbing Severus, carrying Lily's body in his arms. The last memory he shows you is the day that you left, a few days after James' and Lily's funeral.

You come back to see the eyes full of pain and sorrow of Severus that his gripping your shirt tightly. He is keeping himself from breaking up in tears in front of you. You feel bad and try to gently stroke his cheek, but he grabs your arm before you could go through your action.

" Get out.."

The order is so low that you don't pick up on it until his eyes stare right at you and he yells.

" I said get out !"

This time, he drags you out and locks the door behind you. You stay still for a few seconds before clenching your jaw and turning away to leave. You thought you could make peace, but Severus doesn't want peace, he wants to be left alone and hated by all. You tried to talk to him, but he doesn't want to listen. You try to talk to him some more in the weeks that follow, but he ignores and when you're in his class, any step closer to him and he glares at you or yells at the students. As if just by being near you, he would burn to ashes. Before you know it, the Yule Ball approaches and even though you know that Severus is probably not among the crowd, another one is. You see Remus smiling at you and making his way to you.

" Well, glad to see you. I was starting to think that you were ignoring me ?"

You laugh and shake your head.

" No, Remus. I wasn't ignoring you, I was searching to get back a friend that I lost."

He seems to understand and nods.

" I see. Well, maybe you should apologize ?"

You snort, as if you hadn't tried for the last few months..

" I tried, but failed. I only have one year here, and if I don't make it up to all those I've wronged..I may never find peace."

He sighs and guides you away from the crowd of students, on one of the bridges of the school. You then stay next to each other, looking at the night sky and it's you that decide to break the silence.

" I'm sorry, Remus. I should have at least say goodbye but, I couldn't. I was afraid of his reaction. I couldn't even say goodbye to you after what happened to Pettigrew.."

Remus nods before looking at the sky again with a a small dreamy smile dancing on his lips.

" You remember when we used to watch the stars together ? It was on one of those nights that I asked you to the Yule Ball. I was so nervous..I can't believe the years that have passed. The people we lost along the way. And even though, we're still here. The beauty, the beast and the donjon bat..You never wish that Lily or James were still here ? Instead of Severus and I ?"

You frown and shake your head vividly before taking his hand to squeeze it lightly.

" Of course not, Remus. Nobody should have died. What happened..It was unfortunate and cruel. None of us deserved it. And between us ? I always wondered if you weren't the beauty in this story of ours."

He looks at you with widened eyes and you only chuckle at his surprise before looking at your hands. Once he understands that you weren't joking, he laughs as well before adding.

" Why ? Because you were my princess in shining armor ?"

You smile up at him and gently caress his scarred cheek. He instantly closes his eyes and melts into the soft gesture before pressing his own hand against yours.

" Always, Remus. No matter if you are a werewolf, a man or a beast..It doesn't mean that my heart stopped belonging to you. Leaving was the most painful decision I ever took."

Remus opens his glassy eyes and tears start rolling down his cheeks.

" Then, why did you leave me ?"

You feel your heart tighten in your chest and take a step back, digging the tip your fingernails in the palms of your hands to prevent you from telling him the true reason.

" I'm sorry, Remus. I think it is better that I don't stay close to you..It may be dangerous."

He frowns in incomprehension before asking, his voice trembling with sorrow.

" For you ?"

You would have laughed at the question if it wasn't for the emotional is which he asked it. You turn around and shake your head again.

" No. For you, Remus. There are things I had to sacrifice to be here today. Things that I may never get back. Become attach to me, and you'll suffer.."

He frowns in confusion, but before he could take your hand, you walk away. As soon as you are in your room, you sigh loudly and start sobbing. You knew it would be painful, but still..Suddenly, hands wrap themselves around you and you lean in, knowing perfectly who it is.

" Are you sure that it was a good idea to come ?"

Severus asks and you can only wipe your tears and try to breathe better as he holds you even tighter.

" No..But it was necessary. We both have someone we want to protect. I saw Lily's child, he looks like her."

He nods, but prevents you from turning around to face him. When you finally succeed in turning around, you see that he was crying, and an empty bottle of firewhisky was on the carpet.

" Oh Severus.."

You moan in sadness at the sight of him in such a state. He is drunk and can barely look at you in the eye.

" It isn't fair. I know why you left..but it is still not fair."

You bat your eyes heavily, as to not cry in front of him and agree.

" I know, it wasn't fair..But, it's what had to be done. I couldn't stay, Sev'. I had to do something."

He sits down on a nearby chair, not having enough force to stay up and supports his head with his hand to look at you.

" And ? Did you ?"

You smile and nod.

" I did. It won't bring back Lily or James..But it will save others."

You decide to finally show him and take out the thing you had been searching for all these years: the time turner. His eyes widen significantly and he looks at the object for several minutes before standing up again and observing it more closely.

" Incredible. I thought that there was only one in the World.."

" Two. This one is a prototype, and it would break if even one alteration to the time-line was to happen."

His breath quickens as he touches the object and weighs it in his hand, as if to check that it is real. Once he is completely convinced, he frowns and asks in a trembling voice.

" W..Why didn't you use it to rescue her ?"

You don't need the name to understand who he is referring to and you shake your head.

" I'm sorry, Severus..But, Lily is too important. She is the mother of Harry and without her death, the Dark Lord will never be defeated."

He groans in pain as his dizzy mind starts spinning around and he has to seat again in order not to fall. You sigh and take a blanket to cover him.

" You can sleep here tonight..Just, sober up."

Once his eyes close, you take a shaky breath before looking at the time turner in your hand..If he only knew what you know, he would understand that you had no choice. Too many deaths haven't occurred yet. Deaths that you could prevent. You lay on your bed and sleep quickly takes over you. When you wake up, Severus us gone and replaced by a neatly folded blanket. You sigh before standing up. However, you can see that it is still dark outside and have a sudden strange feeling that something isn't right. You grab your wand and get out to see Severus' cape disappearing at a corner. You decide to follow him and get outside, near the Whomping Willow. You eyes widen as you understand in which moment in time you were..Pettigrew. It doesn't take you long to know what you are supposed to do. You dive under it and succeed in entering the secret passage which leads to the most important episode of Harry's life. You enter the room just in time to see Sirius about to denounce the treachery of your long lost friend: Peter Pettigrew. You also see Severus with his wand withdrawn, about to attack Sirius. You quickly get out your own and disarm him. He looks at you with surprise and betrayal.

" Why ?!"

He shouts and you answer with a sad smile.

" Because I believe in second chances.."

He grits his teeths and shakes his head in disapproval.

" There are no second chances.."

Severus is about to grab his wand again when Remus uses his wand to throw him away. You look at Remus that seems caught up in the situation but then, you see him look up and stare at the full moon..You know what is to come. You could stop Pettigrew now, or try to save the love of your life. You walk towards Remus confidently while Sirius is trying to calm him down the best he can. You put a hand on his face and force him to look you in the eye.

" Remus, I know you can hear me. I'm here. And I'm not giving up on you. So, don't you dare give up on yourself..You are a teacher at Hogwarts. The best teacher. You taught me to never give up, to always see the bright side and now, I need you to find that bright side in yourself and keep holding on to it. Do not look at the moon. Look at me."

He seems to hesitate for a moment, but finally, his eyes get back to their usual color and you take him in your arms, not wanting him to fall on the floor. Pettigrew is long gone by now, but you are glad to have at least helped Remus control himself. At least, he will remain a teacher..You smile and then, Sirius puts something in your hand, the marauders map. You look up at him with confusion, but he doesn't explain. He takes your place and carries him towards the castle while you tell Hermione and Harry to go in the forest, follow their destiny. They don't seem to understand, but you trust them enough to know that they'll do the right thing..You leave them go ahead and use the Time Turner, knowing exactly where you are supposed to go now. It is time..

You appear at the battle of Hogwarts and look around for Greyback that you see following Remus in the castle. You only have a few seconds to think about what to do and finally decide to follow them. Greyback has Remus cornered and you put yourself in front of him defensively. You yell a protection spell while pointing your hand out towards him.

" Protego Totalum !"

You then run towards Greyback at full speed and make him fall headfirst against the wall that collapses with both of your weight. But just as you are about to fall to your death, Remus, that had been fast enough to get out of the way, grabs your arm and shouts.

" Hold on !"

You look up and smile at him before taking the Time Turner in your hand.

" Don't worry..I've got it covered.."

You then look up again with tears in your eyes. The Time Turner is broken, but he doesn't know that..You had altered greatly the time-line, it wouldn't work.

" Remus ! Before I go, I want you to promise something to me !"

He nods, his eyes looking down at you for a moment and you smile with tears in your eyes.

" Promise me that, no matter what, you and Tonks will live ! I want you to be happy, Remus..Enjoy the second chance I have given you. I love you, Remus."

He frowns at that last part but, before he could answer, you let go of his hand and fall, the broken Time Turner clutched in your hand. You know that it was meant to work only once, that any shift in the time-line would break it..A life for a life. You think of Ted, his child that would see him again. You think of Tonks, she would die without him. And finally, you think of Remus..You look up at him one last time and smile genuinely at him.

" Nooooo !"

He cries out when you let go of his hand and fall to your demise. However, someone stops you from falling to your death. You open your eyes and see Severus with his wand withdrawn. You smile gratefully at him and he smiles back. But, you don't have the time to warn him as you see Nagini crawling behind him. He grimaces in pain as the giant snake bites his ankle.

" Severus! No!"

You run towards and catch him as he collapses. You cradle his face in your arms and gently remove the hair from his face to look him in the eye.

" You fool! Why did you do it?!"

He takes your hand in his and smiles while giving you his reason.

" I couldn't lose you..like I lost Lily. At least, this time, I wasn't too late.."

You can't help but smile tenderly at him and kiss his forehead.

" No..You weren't."

You then see Harry running towards you and you feel your heart sink, knowing that he needs a tear from Severus..his last tear. You start sobbing while tightening your hold on his body, even after his last breath left his body. Remus is by your side and puts his hand on your shoulder.

" He's gone..Come on."

You look up at him and, to your surprise, see that he was crying too.

" T..Tonks ?"

You ask and he shakes his head negatively, adding to your pain as you look back at Severus.

" I..I thought things would be different."

Remus kneels down beside you and closes Severus' eyes significantly, a sign of respect and sorrow.

" He was a great man..Better than many of us."

You nod in agreement before replying sincerely.

" So was Tonks. I'm sorry for your loss."

You look at each other and instinctively throw yourselves in each other's arms. There are so many things left unsaid, but for now, you would comfort each other the best you can.

A few weeks after :

You are about to get on the train, ready to leave this damned school and all of its miseries behind when you hear someone running after you. You turn around to see a panting Remus.

" Is it true ? You love me ?"

He asks and you wait for him to get his breath back before answering truthfully.

" I do."

He stares at you for a second before straightening himself and looking at everything but you. He rubs the back of his neck nervously before asking you.

" I..I was actually going back to the muggle world to take care of Ted. I have no experience whatsoever at being a parent but, I guess that if I had someone with me..It would be easier. I mean..If you want to ?"

You freeze for a moment, wondering if you had heard him right. But, once you are sure you didn't imagine him asking you to stay with him, you smile and take his hand.

" I guess that there are worst ends than this. Very well. Lead the way, Remus."

He only chuckles before going inside with you. However, just when the train start, he leans in and kisses you. Before you can reciprocate, he takes a step back, blaming it on the abrupt movement of the train. But, the small smile he gives you while walking ahead makes you think otherwise. You finally smile too before taking your suitcase and following him.

" Looks like you were wrong Sev', everyone can have a second chance.."

This was a request from @remusbabyvampire. Hope you like it. 😁

#remus x you #remus x reader #remus lupin #severus snape #imagine #fanfic #fandoms #harry potter and the prisioner of azkaban

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Dutch Van der Linde x reader

Dutch Van Der Linde x pregnant reader

Pairing: Dutch Van der Linde x F!reader

Warnings: A bit of NSFW themes at start, fluff, and pregnancy

A/N: Thank you to anon for requesting this, I had one half written so sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting - might do some headcanons about this in the future. Little disclaimer - I’ve never been pregnant, so anything which is incorrect, just let me know and I can sort it. Otherwise, happy reading! :)

(Photo is mine - don't reupload without tagging me)

“What've you been eating dear?” Dutch asked, his fingers gently ghosting over your breasts as you lay there. When you didn't reply, he continued, “I mean, they're just… nicer I guess?” By this point you were half asleep, but you just shrugged, moving back into him. He hummed contentedly, kissing your shoulder gently as the pair of you fell asleep.

Dutch rolled off you, breathing heavily and kissing you lightly on the head as he lay beside you. Exhausted, you moved closer to him, so he could drape his arm over you and pull you closer to him under the blanket to try and retain some sort of heat between the pair of you.

When you awoke the next day, Dutch had left the tent already, he was chatting to Arthur outside about another job. Quietly, you got dressed as fast as you could, thinking about Dutch's comments last night. Maybe it was the spring weather making you feel like this. Emerging from the tent, Dutch glanced over at you, smiling a little before returning to the conversation as you walked over to Tilly and Mary-Beth who were sewing up one of the shirts.

“Ah, Dutch has some socks which need darning,” Tilly said, pushing the needle she'd been using into the fabric and passing over the socks. The heel had worn through, a simple fix, but it would take a little time, so you sat down beside them and got to work as the warm sunlight filtered through the trees.

After you'd sewn his socks, you stitched a rip in one of Hosea's neckerchiefs before standing up to take a break. However, as you stood up, you began to feel dizzy, and a previously unfelt sickness came flooding over you as the world swam a little. Grasping onto the wagon beside you, you squeezed your eyes shut, willing the feeling to go away, before moving. the dizziness left, but the nausea was still there, gnawing at your insides like you'd forgotten something.

“You alright there?” Mary-Beth asked, glancing up at you. “Did you eat this morning?” Shaking your head, you realised she was correct; you hadn't eaten anything since last night, that would be why you felt like this. thanking Mary-Beth, you walked to Pearson's wagon, grabbing a dry bread roll and biting down on it. Instead of quelling your sickness as you'd expected, the bread only made things worse, making you feel like when you'd eaten some raw meat a few months ago. Swallowing forcefully, you shook off the feeling, although you didn't finish the bread.

The sickness didn't leave for the whole day, and as the night drew in you found yourself in the tent, sitting by the small stove he had in there and massaging your temples. Dutch came into the tent then, and upon seeing you rushed over to you, carefully placing a kiss on your forehead before rubbing circles on your knee as he looked at you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, and you merely nodded, your headache getting painful now; and him speaking wasn't helping. He sighed, coaxing you to sit up fully so he could wrap his arms around you, helping you to stand. You were too exhausted to speak, but you smiled gratefully as he turned you around, making an effort to unlace your corset with care, although the knot at the bottom got him a little confused. After your corset was off, he pulled your skirt off, and pulled you closer to him, now only in your undergarments.

Dutch placed deliberate kisses over your neck and shoulder, making you sigh into him as you stood there together, you nearly falling asleep in his arms. the last thing you could remember before you drifted off was Dutch laying you in the bed beside you and pulling the blanket over you both.

You didn't know how long you'd been asleep for, but that didn't matter now as you felt much more nauseous than yesterday. Pushing yourself away from Dutch as he slept, you wobbled to the edge of the tent before falling onto your knees as you retched on the grass outside. Someone must have heard, as you felt someone pulling your hair from out of your face.

“It'll be alright, no worries. Dutch!” The gruff voice belonged to Arthur, who was calling fruitlessly for Dutch as he hushed you, rubbing your back gently as you shook in the cold grass.

By now you'd stopped retching, pushing yourself up so you were sitting as you pulled a face at the taste in your mouth. The early morning air was cold, biting at your exposed skin now you sat on the floor, dew seeping into your clothes. Arthur offered you his water as he stuck his head into Dutch's tent to wake him. Drinking a little made you feel better, but you couldn't shake the idea you might be pregnant, you remembered from when Abigail was that she would always be sick in the mornings.

Dutch emerged from the tent with Arthur, and when he saw you sat in the grass he shuddered himself, wrapping his arms around you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Dutch mouthing a thank you to Arthur as he walked away. Feeling less ill now, you buried your head into Dutch's chest, trying to keep your tears at bay as he rocked you soothingly, muttering something calming to you.

The sunrise was visible by the time you felt you could stand up. Dutch supported you as you walked back into the tent, pulling one of your slip-on dresses over your head before letting you sit on the bed to allow him to get dressed. And yet you couldn't shake the idea of your possible pregnancy from your mind, deciding to ask the only person who knew, Abigail.

Dutch was more doting than usual throughout the day, coming over to check on you every few hours and not allowing you to work at all. However, while he was busy talking to Hosea, you caught the eye of Abigail, who you quickly motioned to come over.

“You good?” she sat down opposite you at the table you'd been playing dominoes on earlier. Sighing, you decided you needed to ask someone, so glancing around to check nobody was over hearing, you leant in and whispered;

“I think I might be pregnant?” Surprisingly, Abigail didn't even flinch, instead a grin spread over her face, making you more confused.

“You've finally worked it out? You ain't eaten properly for days and you can see a little bump?” she laughed a little at your face of shock. “Come on, most of the girls have cottoned on now,” you shook your head, disbelievingly, but now she mentioned it; you didn't eat all your dinner the other day, and you noticed you had to loosen your corset. Abigail took your hands in her own, making you look back up at her and you could tell what she was going to say next.

“You gotta tell him,”

“How? He won't want it,” your eyes began to prick with tears as you realised the reality of your situation, that you'd have to raise a child without the father, Dutch could die on any day, with a bounty like that on his head. Sure, you wanted a child at some point, but not now, maybe when you'd settled a little; got a house of your own, with a yard for the kid and… As she was aware your panic had begun to set in, Abigail continued calmly;

“Well, when I had Jack I didn't know if he was John's, so I told Dutch first. When I tell you he was excited about the idea of there being a child in camp-” she stopped at your face, you'd been wondering if Jack was, in fact, Dutch's. As though she could read your mind, Abigail shook her head, continuing. “Don't worry, he is John's, I spoke to Dutch because I didn't know if I had to leave camp,” you smiled at this, maybe she was right about him after all.

After speaking to Abigail, you didn't leave the tent for the rest of the day, with Dutch bringing you a small bit of food in the evening.

“You feeling an-” Dutch started, passing you a bowl of stew which you took from him eagerly, but not eating any yet, you wanted to tell him first.

“Dutch, I need to tell you something,” you interrupted him as he sat down beside you. All of a sudden, all your previous courage had gone, replaced with doubt and worry about his reaction; if he banished you from the gang you had nowhere to go. Cocking his head, Dutch was looking at you expectantly, the stew on one of the crates behind him, long forgotten.

“I think I'm pregnant,”

Dutch didn't move at first, and you were worried he'd take it badly, he was twisting his rings as he processed your information.

“You're sure?” you nodded, mentioning you were going to go into town tomorrow to get the doctor to confirm it. Dutch still didn't say anything, although his hand found it's way to interlocking itself with yours. Slowly, he looked up at you, and you could see the glimmer of tears in his eyes as a smile began to spread over his face, making you smile also.

“You're going to make a wonderful mother Miss Van Der Linde,” he was still beaming, but he pulled you close so he could kiss you instead of you seeing him cry. “We can have a mini Van Der Linde running around camp now,” his reaction prompted tears of relief from you, and the pair of you sat together, you on his lap now, whispering about the good news. Dutch kept drawing patterns on your small bump, and placing kisses on whichever bit of skin he could.

#dutch van der linde #dutch x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x fem!reader #pregnancy #rdr2 #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption 2 #red dead #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #Pearson #sadie adler #bill williamson #anon #rdr2 pregnancy #fluff #hosea mathews

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply, brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

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sicjimin · 3 years

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A.N : just 11,000+ words of Yoongi being sick (i'm sorry baby). gonna make this a series if anyone is interested 🤪 and i'm sorry for everyone that not into mpreg ....... i just. had this in my mind and i need to let it out.

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting, mpreg

Yoongi truly was trying his best to hold it. To hold back from his food coming right up and ignore how bad his stomach-churning. He bites his inner cheeks. It feels like someone had put his gastric on a rollercoaster. Turning and swirling mercilessly.

"Hyung?", Jungkook voices snapped him out of his misery.

" Huh?"

"Are you okay? You look pale. and you're sweating bunch" Yoongi blinks.

Yoongi gulps down the faint taste of his lunch that want to make a reappearance. He could feel his stomach drop. His heartbeat was faster than usual in fear that if he ate, he's surely going to vomit. He can almost smell the bile burning at the back of his throat, begging for entrance. But he didn't want to throw up, because if he did, it will his second time today. The first one was right after he woke up, scrambling through the tangled blanket and throwing everything he ate for dinner up. Getting a furrowed brows from Seokjin the moment he opened the bathroom door with bloodshot eyes and sniffles, "You're sick, Yoongichi?".

It took him a lot to convince Seokjin to let him go with him to work like always. Promising that it won't get worse and that maybe he just ate something bad. But it seems like his promise bites him in the ass.

The other boy is staring at him, concern clear in the crease between his brows. "Hyung"

Yoongi blinks again. "Yea yea. I'm fine".

Jungkook doesn't seem convinced. "Are... are you sure?", The younger asks again.

Yoongi nods slowly, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "Yeah", he exhales, " Do you know where Seokjin-hyung is?", he suddenly says, desperate to distract himself from the feeling churning inside him.

"He was with hobi-hyung earlier", Jungkook says, " i think they will come back here soon"

Yoongi nods again. He really hopes so. He needs his boyfriend's presence. He's not sure if he could stay here anymore longer. Yoongi lay his head back against the cool meeting table, "wake me up if Jin-hyung comes", he mumbles to Jungkook.

" You sure you're okay hyung?" Jungkook asked.

Yoongi smiles, trying so hard to reassure the other boy. "I'm fine Kookie", he assured him once more.

" Okay," Jungkook replied, " If you say so." The younger smiled sweetly before going off to talk about something again with Tae and Jimin.

Yoongi didn't know how long he has dozed off. He's slipping in and out of consciousness as he just feels way worse than earlier. Nausea has become so overwhelming, it makes him dizzy. He's not sure if he could go to the bathroom without fainting. So instead, he keeps his eyes shut, waiting to fall asleep again.

"Yoongichi, hey", A familiar voice, followed by a cool touch tucking his hair back snapped Yoongi back to reality.

He opens his eyes blearily to see a blurry figure standing over him.

"Hyung", Yoongi says through his gritted teeth. He couldn't open his mouth wide, or else it's not words that gonna come out. He can already feel tears welling up behind his eyes.

Seokjin crouches beside him, and reaches out his hand towards Yoongi's forehead.

"What happened?", Seokjin asks, concern clearly written all over his face.

But Yoongi could barely focus. He's just too damn nauseous.

"I dont feel well," Yoongi started before stopping, taking a deep breath to try and regain some control over his own breathing, "Feel like i'm going to pu—"

A sudden rush of nausea hit him like a truck.

"Fuck", he cursed under his breath, pressing his fist on his lips. The sour taste on his tongue made his head spin.

" Are you going to be sick?", Seokjin said worriedly. His hand rests on Yoongi's shoulder. Trying to help ground him.

Yoongi don't want to nods, afraid that the slightest movement will make him puke all over this place. "I need a bathroom", he breathes out.

Suddenly, Seokjin was right in front of him, blocking Yoongi's sight.

"Okay, Okay", he says softly, " I'll take you there", he then took Yoongi's arm in his hand.

The younger felt the blood rushing to his head as his body shuddered violently the moment he stand up. He can't help but gag over his palm. The acid taste of his own stomach revolted into his mouth. The thought of throwing up brought chills to the older boy's spine. "Come on, only a few steps, okay?", Seokjin spoke.

Yoongi nodded weakly. He didn't want to throw up in the hall or meeting room. Not with all the eyes that ready to look at him.

Walks to the bathroom feel like walking through a few kilometers trip. But somehow they make it.

Once the door closes, Yoongi immediately rushes to the toilet. Seokjin trailed behind him, circling his arms against Yoongi's midsection to prevent him dived down to the bowl as his body lurch.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut when he feels liquid climbing up to his throat, resulting in a gurgling sound that is followed by a rush of brown liquid. It splashing against the clear water.

The sound echoes inside the bathroom walls. Yoongi gasps, coughing lightly as a result of the unpleasant texture that was making its way down to his throat. Yoongi couldn't wait any further.

He vomits. Harder than he expected. Seokjin winces when he could feel Yoongi's stomach jerked against his forearm.

" Yoongichi, you're doing great. Just let it out", he says softly, rubbing his chest gently with one hand.

Yoongi tries to swallow, but it didn't work.

The blonde-haired boy could feel his throat getting tighter with every retch. It seems like his body was so eager to let out everything as a liquid after liquid keep pouring out of his lips. He could see the toilet already half-filled with his stomach.

He feels lightheaded. His vision starts to blur and he can feel sweat dripping all over his body. He pants for air when his stomach gave him a break. His hand shakily flushes the toilet.

"Are you done baby?", Seokjin whispered to him, brushing his hair away from his sweat-damp forehead.

Yoongi shakes his head no, weakly, still panting from the aftermath of vomiting. " Still queasy", he croaked out.

Seokjin looks into Yoongi's eyes with worry, his gaze softening as Yoongi's breathing evened itself out a bit. "Do you want to go to the doctor?", The older asks.

Again Yoongi shakes his head no before he groans and turning himself back facing the toilet. Opening his mouth as a gag immediately erupted as he heaved the last few mouthfuls of what he had in.

Seokjin quickly grabbed hold of Yoongi, rubbing circles on his back comfortingly.

Eventually, the fit passed.

It felt awful.

" Hyung .. let's go home", Yoongi pants, "i really don't feel well"

Yoongi stood unsteadily. His legs felt unstable underneath him. He wanted nothing more than to fall down to his knees and cry because he feels so sick. His mouth taste bland and bitter, his stomach feels like it's on knot and he feels incredibly weak and exhausted and-

"Okay baby, let's go home", Seokjin says, sliding his arms on the younger waist because he's sure that the latter will fall off if he didn't do that. and Yoongi just did the same, grabs onto the elder's arms tightly. Holding onto them as if he would slip through if his grasp was loosened.

Yoongi ended up throwing up again in the car, even though that would look more like puking up bile and water since he barely eats anything.

" I think we really need to go to the doctor, Yoongichi", Seokjin states as he massages Yoongi's nape that drenched in cold sweats as he busy heaving his guts out into the bag. Only managed to let out a trickle of yellow liquid.

"No .. i just want to sleep hyung", Yoongi replies in between his shaky breaths.

Seokjin sighs softly, "But you're so sick baby, you've been throwing up all day", he tells the younger firmly. He knew Yoongi wouldn't have agreed to go to the doctor anyway.

"Please..." the younger begged quietly, "I am tired".

The elder looks into Yoongi's eyes, seeing the tiredness and fatigue, and decides to finally give Yoongi the chance to rest for a bit. " Okay", Seokjin sighs, pulling the younger closer to his chest, "Let's rest up for the day. If you didn't get any better tomorrow then we will go to the hospital, okay?"

"Thank you", Yoongi mutters, letting himself relax. It felt good to be cuddled close to Seokjin. It calmed him down a little.

After they parked in the driveway, Seokjin carried Yoongi to their shared bedroom. Carefully laying down Yoongi on the bed, Seokjin pulls the duvet up over Yoongi before sitting next to him.

" You up for some soup?", he asks.

Yoongi shakes his head no, closing his eyes again while snuggling himself closer to Seokjin.

Seokjin sighed. Of course Yoongi wasn't up for it. "Porridge?", he tried.

Yoongi shook his head again, burrowing himself deeper under the blanket.

"Crackers?"

Still no response.

Seokjin sighed. Looks down at Yoongi curled on his side. "Sleep then, we'll talk about it after your stomach settles," he told him before leaning down and pecking the younger boy on the forehead, "Love you, hyung"

"That's it Yoongi, we're going to the hospital and i don't want to argue", Seokjin said sternly.

Yoongi just closed his eyes, humming in response as he trying to catch his breath. He could feel Seokjin's wiping his wet lips from saliva and cleaning his palm from vomit he couldn't hold back earlier. Its still 5 AM, and just like yesterday, Yoongi woke up like he was on the boat that was currently in the middle of a storm, his stomach going up and down, tossing and turning until his sleepy daze decided he need to run to the bathroom or he will make Seokjin clear their sheets, of course, he opted for the first option. But apparently, his stomach couldn't hold hack for long—that it had to make him puked before he managed to reach the toilet, spilling the porridge he managed to get down last night down to his palm and a trickle of it on the floor.

So now, Yoongi is being forced to sit on the passenger seat of Seokjin's car, trying to fight the nausea and the dizziness that kept attacking him from within, trying not to let it overwhelm him. He is already pale, his skin has become quite pallid.

Seokjin's crooked fingers brushing through his clenched fist, rubbing it softly to offers some comfort.

"Few minutes again, are you doing fine?", Seokjin asks, glancing his way for a good second. Yoongi shifts on his seat, "Do you think i will die hyung?"

Seokjin almost slammed the break. "What the fuck Yoongi, you can't just say that"

Yoongi let out an airy laugh, grin plastered on his face, "Ohhh you love me so bad"

"I just don't want to search for another boyfriend. It's tiring", Seokjin shrugs, his fingers tapping on the steering wheels, " Or maybe, i could ask Namjoon to had me back. I heard he hasn't put eyes on anyone after being with me", Seokjin adds nonchalantly, gaining a slap from Yoongi, complete with a pinch on his arms that makes him yelps.

"Fuck off you're not going anywhere", Yoongi mumbles, leaning his head back on the window as his lips are still in a form of pout.

"Stop pouting or i will have to kiss you"

"Kiss your steering wheel"

---

"Hey, we have your prescription here", the nurse smiled. Her short blond hair swaying from side to side when she walks.

Seokjin nods his head in approval.

The nurse gives Yoongi his prescription bag. Yoongi takes it reluctantly. Still stunned with the convo they just had with the doctor.

" I think you went to the wrong doctor, Yoongi-ssi and Seokjin-ssi", the doctor states, gaining a confused frown from them both. The mid-age man chuckles, "I would recommend you to the ob-gyn. That's where are you supposed to get checked on, even though i could give you a brief explanation and some temporary medication for your symptoms now"

"Uhm, i'm sorry sir, i think i'm not following you?", Seokjin opened his mouth, voicing for Yoongi's confusion too.

The doctor chuckles again, " Yoongi-ssi, there's no disease nor sickness in your body. If it's any 'something', that's your baby", the doctor explains slowly, the smile hasn't left his face.

Yoongi blinks multiple times in realization, " Oh."

The two boys stare at each other blankly.

A pregnant pause followed.

" What?" Yoongi says.

" What?", Seokjin replied. "You mean-"

"Yes, Yoongi-ssi here is 5 weeks along. Congratulations for both of you"

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

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classysassy9791 · 3 years

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Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

The conclusion for this little fic that has waited 6 years for completion. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Thank you to @akitokihojo for being such a stellar beta for this fic, and helping it come to its completion. Couldn't have done it without you!

For @inukag-week Day 6: Transformation.

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l

Part 4 Word Count: 2,000

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It had been a very long time since Kagome had experienced a hangover.

The buzzing in her brain soon became too much to ignore as it beckoned her to consciousness. She opened her eyes to the dimly lit room. Sunlight peeking from beneath the closed curtains indicated it was daytime and she silently thanked herself for being smart enough to close them before leaving her apartment the evening before.

Kagome wrapped the duvet around herself and tried to grasp a hold on the fleeting darkness of unconsciousness. She knew nothing would cure a hangover except time, and she would rather spend it floating through dreamless sleep than deal with the repercussions head-on. Waves of nausea added to her misery and she could faintly smell whiskey with each exhale - a scent that was intoxicating last night, yet this morning it only caused her stomach to twist further.

Her phone pinged with a message, but she didn't dare even try to reach for it, the annoyingly bright glare of her phone not exactly something she wanted to sabotage herself with. As the minutes passed by, she became more acutely aware of her brain feeling like it would swell beyond the capacity of her skull, and her dehydration became too obvious to ignore. Her tongue felt like cotton as she licked her dry, cracked lips. Damn, why did the morning after always have to remind her of what a bad decision the night before was?

She squinted and finally set her gaze on her nightstand. A surprising wave of relief washed over her. Drunk Kagome must have had an intelligent moment, for on her nightstand stood a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water. As quickly as she dared, she propped herself up on one elbow, trying to ignore the slight spin of the room, before greedily popping two pills and finishing the water. Even so, her thirst was far from quenched.

As Kagome tried to sort through her memories of the night before, she quickly registered that she had no memory of coming home last night. The last, clear recollection she could come up with had her sitting at the bar with Inuyasha and sharing a shot with the bartender.

"Shit," she groaned, hanging her head before precariously pulling her legs from beneath her blanket. Blacking out from drinking had been a favorite past time of hers back in her early college days. It wasn't because she didn't know her own limits when it came to being intoxicated, but back then, she simply didn't care. Drinking had been her favorite vice when it came to dealing with the pressures of school, boyfriends, and girl drama. It had been years since she had felt the need to get obliterated so completely.

Finally finding her courage, Kagome reached over and unlocked her phone. The red battery sign at the top meant it was almost dead, so she quickly scrolled through all the alerts on her phone. There had been way too many messages and missed calls from Hojo, which triggered the memory of the picture she had sent him. Her nausea increased ten-fold. Regret was a spiteful bitch.

Hojo was going to be the afternoon's problem. Maybe even tomorrow's problem. All Kagome knew was that it wasn't going to be a now problem.

Kagome plugged in her phone and once she was on her feet, the room swayed, almost causing her to lose balance. She stumbled out into the hallway to her bathroom to relieve herself. When she finished, she washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face just to feel something refreshing. The person's face who greeted her in the mirror no longer resembled the glamorous girl of the night. Only a woman's face awash with guilt, a wrinkled set of pajamas, and hair that was far from attractive.

From the other end of the apartment, Kagome suddenly heard a key turning in her front door. Immediately, she felt panic rise in her throat, eyes going wide. No one had a key to her apartment, not even Hojo, so unless she had been robbed last night - which she very may well have considering she had very little memory of it - no one should be coming over.

She swallowed thickly against her cotton throat and grabbed the first weapon at her fingertips - a plunger. Yeah, she wasn't winning any awards for being clever, but she was hungover and scared for her life.

Kagome crept down the hallway toward the front door and nearly lost her breath at who she saw standing in her entryway. The man from the bar last night - Inuyasha? - was making his way to her kitchen with a carrier filled with coffee and a bag from her favorite breakfast joint down the block.

"Good morning," he greeted casually, not at all thrown off by her presence as he set down his packages on the counter. "I brought you breakfast."

Rage and astonishment swelled in her chest. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!"

He winced and held his hands over his ears before turning to glare at her. "If you could wait until after eight in the morning to start yelling, I'd really appreciate it."

"You didn't answer my question," she seethed, wide eyes sweeping the rest of the apartment for evidence as to what exactly happened last night?!

Inuyasha studied her from across the room and laughed at her dumbfounded expression. "Did you think I was a burglar or something? What's with the plunger?"

Kagome looked down at the plunger she held in his direction like a sword, and felt a blush bloom across her cheeks. She hurriedly hid it behind her back. "W-What was I supposed to think?"

He simply rolled his eyes. "Do you want breakfast or not?"

She bit her lip, but couldn't deny the ravenous hunger eating away at her stomach. Probably half the reason why she was so nauseous. Without saying another word, she slipped back into the bathroom to put away her weapon before meeting him in the kitchen. The sweet aroma of coffee and fresh bagels greeted her. She could've kissed him all over again.

"I didn't know how you liked your coffee, so I got cream and sugar just in case."

Kagome slowly sat down in the chair across from him, watching him slather some cream cheese on his bagel and drink his black coffee. She racked her brain as to exactly why Inuyasha was in her apartment, and then flashes of the night before came rushing back, of sloppy passionate kisses and tangled sheets.

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

Inuyasha studied the array of emotions that flickered across her face while he slowly chewed his bite of bagel and then swallowed. "Kagome, how much do you remember of last night?"

She bit her lip, shameful eyes lifting to his. "Um, well…" Her gaze fell to her person, realizing she was no longer wearing the sequined black dress she had gone out in. All the evidence pointed to a girl she wanted no relation to, making decisions that were very, very regrettable.

"We didn't sleep together."

Kagome's eyes flew to Inuyasha's, his deep voice quelling her fears. "We-We didn't?"

Amber eyes watched her carefully before turning back to his bagel. "No, we didn't. I'm not the kinda guy who beds a girl when she's drunk. Not my style."

A breath Kagome didn't know she had been holding escaped her lips. She had never been the type of girl to have one-night-stands. Her friends always teased her about it, but it was something she prided herself in. Having sex with someone wasn't something she did on a whim. She wanted to know she meant more to someone than an easy lay.

Her brows furrowed as she sipped on her coffee. "If we didn't sleep together, then why are you here?" she questioned. It would've been one thing if she had woken up with a naked man in her bed and kicked him out because of sheer embarrassment. It was another thing entirely that a man she didn't sleep with would bring her breakfast in the morning.

Inuyasha shrugged. "I was too tired to get another ride home last night, so I slept on your couch."

Kagome glanced over the breakfast bar to see a blanket and pillow on her couch as evidence that it had been occupied the night before.

"You know, you probably shouldn't drink so much."

She threw him a glare. "Did I ask for your judgement?"

He shrugged. "I'm just sayin'. Letting a stranger take you home because you're too drunk isn't exactly attractive."

Kagome scoffed. "Oh, thanks for the help," she snipped sarcastically. "What would I've done without you?"

Inuyasha grinned. "Probably throw a party to celebrate my absence."

"Probably, yeah," she hotly agreed. "I would've been just fine on my own."

"Maybe."

She frowned, flashes of last night starting to come back. They had been two heartbroken strangers in a bar who found comfort in their shared misery. Under the neon flashing lights and upbeat techno music, they gravitated toward one another like moths to a flame. But by morning they had transformed; she no longer represented the alluring woman who bewitched him, and he no longer appeared as the mysterious man who captivated her.

Now, she was simply Kagome Higurashi - a woman who was dumped by her fiance and had a mile-long to-do list regarding cleaning up their frayed relationship. And he was simply Inuyasha.

Kagome inwardly cringed. She didn't even know his last name. Or what he did for work. Or anything about him really.

Just fucking great.

"Look, Inuyasha," she began, setting down her coffee. "I appreciate everything you, er, did for me, but-"

"When we're done here, we should go on a real date."

Her mouth fell open. "What?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Why not?"

"You have got to be joking," Kagome said while shaking her head. "One-night stands are literally just for one night, and we definitely would not work out."

He grinned. "Damn. That's a quick deduction there."

Kagome blushed. "I just mean that, last night… it was great and all, but…"

"It's daytime and the whole world's changed?" Inuyasha finished for her.

She sighed and looked away. He was right. Things were different. Last night didn't happen often for her, and bringing home a guy to her apartment never happened. If it were up to her, she'd stuff last night in a box as a precious memory and then forget it ever happened.

"I'm not saying I'm over Kikyou."

Kagome met his gaze. His eyes locked onto her, and held not an ounce of mirth. He was serious about this. He wanted to see if this could become something.

"And I doubt you're over your ex-fiance," he continued. "But, last night was fun. You're different and piss me off to no end-"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

He sighed and after a moment finally stood up. "Look. You seem like a great girl. But I'm not one to beg. Thanks for the couch." Slipping his phone into his back pocket, he turned to leave.

"Inuyasha, wait!" Kagome called as she chased after him.

Dammit. This guy was so infuriating! He insulted her, and called her names, and angered her enough to make her slap him upside the head. But he also made her laugh, and feel alive, and made her want to kiss him again and again.

She couldn't deny that she wanted to see him again.

Grabbing his elbow, she made him stop in his tracks and look over his shoulder at her. "What?"

"This…" she started, fumbling for the right words. "This is never going to work. You and I."

He gave her a lopsided smile. "I'll pick you up at six."

And then he was gone, closing the door behind him.

Within a moment of him leaving, Kagome realized something: Meeting Inuyasha was either going to be the best luck she ever had, or the very worst. At least, on the bright side, he had already witnessed her at her lowest.

How bad could it be?

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lauwrite1225 · 3 years

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Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria's life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : And there it is, the first chapter of this fic I have been working on for a few weeks now! I'll post every Friday! A very BIG thank you too @maggiescarborough for all her precious help and thanks to whom this is story is way better than originally ahah!

Warnings : mention of blood and death

Chapter 1 : I'm fallin' so I'm takin' my time on my ride

“Vicky you shouldn’t drive home so late.”

Victoria sighs as she climbs down the few stairs from her parents’ house down to the garden, her mother following her close. It’s dark and the motion detector activates the outdoor light, making the little path leading to where she parked her car more visible.

“Stay for the night at least, you can leave early.” Her mother insists, arms crossed upon her chest to protect herself from the cold.

“I can’t mom.” She unlocks her car, throwing her bag on the passenger seat before turning around and leaning against the door. “I have to open the shop tomorrow and I don’t want to be late if there’s too many people on the road.”

“That’s not safe, Vicky.”

“Come on, mom, it’s not the first time I’m driving during the night.” She exhales, sitting in the car and starting it. “I’ll text you when I’m home.” She smiles, ignoring her mother’s eye roll and closing the door.

She slowly drives away from her parents' house, an old house lost in the middle of Essex. Her mother wasn't wrong about the risk of driving during the night on country roads, but Vicky took this road so many times, she's not really worried. She turns on the radio and turns the sound up when she recognizes the melody of Ride by Twenty one Pilots. Her fingers tap the steering wheel in rhythm with the drum, her head nodding regularly. She knows that song by heart and can't resist singing the lyrics as she drives in the direction of London.

After half an hour of driving, a heavy rain is now falling, Vicky starts to regret not having listened to her mother. She woke up early this morning to be in time for the family lunch her parents have been harassing her about for a month. She yawns, her hand passing through her blond hair as she drives on a small quite deserted road. She tries to turn up the music louder to not fall asleep, but inevitably, her head starts to nod and her eyelids grow heavier. She closes her eyes, just one second, but when she opens them again, she’s blinded by the headlights of another car in front of her. Panicked, she hits the brake with all her strength, a slew of insults escaping her lips. The person in the vehicle in front seems to do the same and swerves. But inevitably, the two cars meet and the shock makes Vicky’s head hit the steering wheel violently.

For a long moment, it’s just darkness and silence and Victoria finds it awkwardly peaceful. She feels weak and out of her body, the strangest feeling she has ever felt. She can’t tell how long she’s been that way but suddenly it vanishes. She’s overwhelmed by all her senses who awaken at the same time. She panics, the feeling of her heart beating resounding in her whole body and the air painfully filling her lungs. She abruptly opens her eyes, straightening until the back of her head hits the car seat.

It takes her a few minutes to calm her breath and to realize where she is, morning’s light blinding her. She’s still in her car, the windshield broken in a million pieces dispersed everywhere. She quickly notices the blood on the steering wheel and her clothes and immediately she brings her fingers to her forehead and indeed she finds fresh blood, but no wound. It should have reassured her, however it horrifies her. She tries to open the door and has to force it to finally leave the car. In the process, she falls on the floor and crawls to move away from the vehicle. The sleeves of her shirt are torn and stained with blood, but again, she’s perfectly healthy. Her confusion makes her sick and she leans on a side to throw up, her whole body shaking with a long thrill.

Once her stomach is emptied she starts to look around her, now that there’s daylight she is able to see the fields that expand as far as the eye can see. She’s alone on this road, with her car with smoke coming out of the hood and absolutely no sign of the other vehicle. She stands on her feet, her legs shaking, and walks a little further to see if there’s anyone.

“They fucking left me alone.” She grumbles as she realizes she really was utterly alone.

She walks back to her car and grabs her bag and jacket before searching her phone. When she finally has a hand on it, she sighs of relief. Though it doesn’t last long as she discovers how the screen is cracked.

“New car and new phone it is, then.” Victoria speaks to herself, more to try to stay calm than anything. Fortunately, it’s still working but she realises right after that there's no signal. “Obviously.”

She looks around her one last time before facing the facts, she has to walk back home. She fills her bag with the important papers stacked in her car before walking away. After a quarter hour of walking, she starts to recognize where she is and estimates she should arrive in a village in another quarter hour. This time alone gives her the occasion to try to understand what happened last night. She obviously got into a car accident and the other person involved let her on her own, didn't even try to search for help, it is morning now, in six hours at least, if they left to find help, they should have already been back. No, they left her on her own as if she was dead.

Victoria stops, the thought troubling her. She can't explain what she felt after the accident, she has already fainted a few times in her life, and it has never been like this before. But what is even more troubling, is that she's perfectly healthy, not even a scratch despite the blood she found on her clothes and in the car. Nothing is making sense.

She covers her face with both of her hands, then rubs her eyes as waking up from a bad dream. But she's still in the middle of a road, in the middle of nowhere.

“What the hell?!” She shouts, frustrated by so much incomprehension.

She continues to walk, she wipes the blood from her face before she reaches the village and puts her jacket on to hide the state of her clothes. She has no idea of what happened and she definitely doesn't want to have to explain it to anyone. She finishes her way home with public transports, and it's past midday when she arrives in London. She gets a few messages, from her boss and even more from her mother. She sends excuses to her boss with a lie and another lie to her mother, saying she fell asleep and forgot to text her before.

Once she's in her small flat, she rushes to the shower after throwing her clothes in the washer. She stays at least an hour under the water, her mind playing the past events over and over until she's upset again. When she steps out of the shower, she’s starving. So she grabs the first thing she finds in her fridge, which happens to be the leftovers of her lunch from two days ago. She tries to remain distracted, turning on the TV and starting an episode of Game of Thrones, her best friend Rebecca has been harassing for a month to start watching the show. And for a brief hour, she’s captivated by the Battle of Bastards, and by how good looking Kit Harrington is in armor.

The rest of the day is uneventful and when Rebecca visits her later in the afternoon Victoria hesitates to talk to her about her accident. But she’s pretty sure she’d simply think her completely crazy.

“Are you alright, Vicky?” Rebecca eventually asks when she hands her a cup of tea.

Victoria smiles kindly. “Yes.” She’s not used to lying to her best friend. They have known each other since middle school and she could count the number of times she lied to her on one hand, one being for her surprise birthday for her 18th birthday. “Why are you asking?”

She sits next to her friend on the couch, bringing her own cup of tea to her lips to blow on it. “I don’t know you’re very silent. And you said you weren’t feeling good this morning.”

“Oh… Well it was nothing, just felt nauseous.”

Rebecca narrows her dark eyes but doesn't push further. “How were your parents?” She asks, changing the subject, much to Vicky's pleasure.

“They were fine.” She takes a long sip of her tea. “They wondered if you'd like to come for dinner one day.”

Rebecca grins, her parents have always been pretty fond of her, even proposing her to join family events. It never bothered Victoria who was happy to have a friend with her. “Of course, I'll come. I just need a date.”

“I'll text you.”

Rebecca leaves after dinner and as soon as the door is closed Vicky falls into her bed, exhausted. She doesn't have time to overthink as usually when she tries to find sleep, she finds Morpheus' arms the moment she closes her eyes. But her sleep is far from being peaceful, her dreams bringing her sometime in the Middle Age, judging by the clothes of the men surrounding her. She's in the middle of a fight opposing warriors with long hair and tattooed faces and others with more modest appearance, only a fire alighting the area. She looks around her, trying to understand the scene, but her vision is almost constantly brought back to one of the warriors. It's a tall man, wearing leather armor above a greenish tunic, with dark hair and beard. He is using his sword with such ability, his movements swift and precise, Vicky can't help but be impressed. From the corner of her eyes she can see men falling and how trees seem to delimit a clearing. She looks up to the sky and can see the stars shining in the sky, never before she has seen them so clearly. Then, a sound catches her attention and she's staring at the warrior again. He is not fighting anymore, frozen and his face twisting into a grimace. She looks down to his abdomen in sync with him and she gasps as she sees the sword coming out of his belly. And it's like she can feel all his pain as the sword leaves his body, her guts tearing apart. The man coughs blood, falling on his knees, his hands pressed on the gaping hole in his abdomen. He finishes his fall, head first in the mud and Victoria can feel the life leaving his body as the man takes his last breaths, his brown eyes looking into the void.

Victoria wakes up abruptly, sweating and panting. She presses a hand on her chest, desperately trying to calm her breath. Once she's calmed she pours herself a cup of water, still haunted by the sensation of her dream or maybe nightmare. She doesn't find sleep after that, so she just lies on her couch, watching TV, until morning comes and the hour she has to leave for work.

It's only the first night of a dozen as sleepless. Most of the time, she finds herself in the Middle Age, in various places, some faces regularly appearing. Sometimes she's in other periods, even in modern days. But the common point to all her dreams is this man. Each time she can see him more clearly, his thick hair is most of the time cut short around his ears, a scar slashing his forehead while two small others are ornamenting his left cheekbone. One day, she decides to draw him, she spends the afternoon on it, but she's determined to make it as realistic as possible. As the lines darken the paper, she realizes how the man reminds her of someone. She sends the drawing to Rebecca without much explanation and she immediately replies to her that he reminds her of the guy from the conspiracy theory video they watched one late night.

Victoria takes the time to search the video in her browser history, and indeed, Rebecca was right. The man is the spitting portrait of the one called the “time traveler”. She watches the video with probably much more interest than the first time, desperate to understand why he is haunting her nights. That's clearly the least credible story she has ever heard: a man, the same man, captured in pictures at different places and at different periods of time. A guy talented with photoshop could perfectly create this whole theory. She sighs, closing her laptop and just comes to the conclusion that her brain registered the man's face when she watched the video with Rebecca and simply has a fixation on it since.

Curious to know the origins of the other faces she can see in her dreams, she draws them as well and she finds herself with three other men. The younger looking is blond with a bowl cut, a long face and an endearing smile. The two others look much more like warriors, one has long hair tied and shaved on the sides, his eyes a piercing blue, the other has different colour eyes and a tattoo covering the side of his neck. Once again, she sends her drawings to Rebecca but this time she has no idea of where she could have seen them.

Days pass, the dreams don't fade but Victoria forgets about her accident and all the strange things that happened, until the police call her. Obviously, her car had to be found as she didn't call anyone to take care of it, she just wanted to forget what happened. She tries to give the best explanation to the police, telling them she's alright and shock made her forget to deal with her broken vehicle. After an hour on the phone they finally let her alone, adding that if she wanted to file a complaint there would probably not be a lot of results. She just replies that she will think of it, when in fact she won't at all.

As things couldn’t get weirder, one afternoon she meets an odd customer at the bookshop she’s been working for years now. She doesn’t notice him particularly, until she feels like he is staring at her behind his sunglasses. She tries to ignore him, but can’t resist staring back. He is wearing a grey sweatshirt, the hood covering his hair, but at the color of his beard she guesses it’s as dark. There’s something familiar to him and decided to understand what his problem with her is, she fully turns to face him.

“Can I help you?”

The man seems to freeze, his hands sinking in the pockets of his trousers. He lowers his head and reads the badge with Victoria’s name on her jacket. He looks back to her and this time she raises an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest.

“No that’s alright.” He mutters with an accent she doesn’t get in the moment. “Sorry for botherin’ ya.”

He steps back and leaves the bookshop without another word. She doesn’t move for a moment, frowning and still staring at the shop’s door. She has dealt with a thousand customers in five years of working here, sometimes extremely weird, even more than this one, however it’s him who remains stuck in her head even a few days after his visit.

But the culmination of this month filled by weird events happens a week after the man came to the bookshop. It’s a friday, and as usual, Vicky has her free afternoon and spends it at her flat, watching the last episode of Game of Thrones while drawing. But she’s interrupted by a knock on her door. She frowns, pretty sure she expected no one to come today. The person knocks again and she gets up from her desk chair. She unlocks the door, opens it, and before she can even say “hello”, she gasps in surprise at the sight of the man standing in front of her.

Victoria has no doubts. It’s the man from her dreams or the one theorists call the “time traveler”, standing in the corridor of her floor with a tight, uncomfortable.

A/N : A first chapter full of misteries ahah ! Don’t hesitate to comment, express your ideas regarding what could happen or whatever could happen, I’m really curious to know ahah! See you next week for some answers ;)

Tags : @maggiescarborough @geekandbooknerd @obipoelover @finansarms ; Don’t hesitate to tell me if you want to be add to the tag list of the fic!

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pink-peony-princess · 3 years

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I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

"I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

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shinishinigummy · 2 years

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Whumptober 2021: Day 18

THE DOCTOR IS IN

“Now smile for the camera” | doctor’s visit

Summary: A short fic about Steve, a kid having bad dreams about monsters, and those in real life.

I'm being caught up in my readings and acad work lately so I post quite late. Apologies

I’ve always dreamt of monsters. They all look different, some keep themselves in the dark, some open their mouths or do weird things in front of me. Always, in these dreams, I am alone in the center of a white room. I’m scared, cold, and shivering as something approaches from the shadows of the edge of the room. They crawl or leap to me but the dream ends before they can approach me.

My mom said that I shouldn’t be afraid of them. After all, they aren’t real. They can’t hurt me.

I believe mom. Except these days, the monster that I’ve been dreaming about feels much more real, and I’m scared of what would happen if it approaches me.

The monster has long fingernails, yellow and dirty. I can smell its breath from here, and it smells bad, like the dead mouse we found in the basement during spring cleaning. I can see its eyes, and they remind me of dark mirrors. If I dared to come close, I might just see myself.

I can hear its voice, and it is telling me something. I don’t understand it because it sounds like it is coming from a broken speaker.

“..r...th... c..m..a”

Every time I dream of it, it comes closer to me.

“mi..e…for..th...ca..ra”

Mother tells me that we will visit the doctor tomorrow. She tells me that I haven't looked well the past few days, but she doesn’t listen when I say that it’s because I’m scared of the monster. ‘

I hate going to the doctor’s office. Everything is white and blank and I can’t understand anything on the walls. The pictures of the bears and the smiling kids don’t make me feel any better. If they’re happy, why do they have to go here?

My mom pats my back. “I’ll be back, sweetie, okay? The doctor’s going to check up on you.”

The door closes. I’m all alone in the room, and I feel my stomach drop. Something about this place makes me feel nauseous and scared. My palms are sweating. I cry out weakly. “M..mom?”

The door at the edge of the room opens slowly and I see something dark emerge from the corner.

“A--ah!!!”

IT’S THE MONSTER IT’S THE MONSTER IT’S THE

I need to leave oh no it’s coming for me it’s

“Sweetie!”

I feel my mom’s hand on my shoulder and I look up to see her with concern on her face. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t!

“Sweetie, this will be over in a flash, alright? Just stay calm..” She cranes her head and nods at the monster. “Sir, my kid’s not used to this. Can you promise that this will be over quickly?”

“Yep, not a problem. He just needs to stand in the middle of the room and we can take the picture from here.”

My hands are sweating. It’s him. I have to escape, but my mom’s holding my hand and she’s guiding me to look at the wall, to a weird large thing that looks like a totem. I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.

“Okay, that’s good. Now, Steve, hon, just stay still, alright?”

My legs are shaking. I think I’m going to faint.

The last thing I saw before the flash went off was the face of the monster, smiling at me.

“Now, smile for the camera.”

#whumptober2021 #no.18 #Now smile for the camera #doctor's visit #OC #fic #monsters #dreams #creepypasta

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hikari-writes · 3 years

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『Haikyuu!!』

Angst Oneshot

❝ Uncertainty ❞

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi

Warning: Death..., just, death--- oh and lil bit of cursing

Genre: ANGST. JUST ANGST EVERYWHERE. Oh and fluff if u squint ig?

Words: 1.8k

Aha, right. Another yamaguchi fic. With another angst. with ANOTHER character's death yet again 🥰🥰 idk what came over me, but i just was, yeah, let's do another angst. And boom! I did. Hope u enjoy this one!

"I'm so done with you! Why won't you ever listen to me?! This relationship isn't going anywhere if you keep up with that attitude!" Your outburst alongside your tear stained cheeks made Tadashi jerked up his head in shock, his face had already gone pale at your reaction.

It wasn't his intention to yell at you in the first place. He never intended to yell those damn words. He never meant to say you never understood how he feels, even though you're the very person that was always by his side, ever since his high school days.

It's just… in the heat of the moment, he just yelled that at you. Unsurprisingly, this had happened one too many times. On top of you yourself being stressed with your own problems, Tadashi acting like that didn't help at all. You maybe could still take his outburst if your head wasn't aching from the stress at the time, but you couldn't.

You stomped towards your shared bedroom and locked yourself in there, not letting Tadashi sleep in there for the night.

Tadashi looked at the closed door and heaved a heavy sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. He could feel the tears pricking his eyes, and he quickly closed them, before burying his face into the sofa cushion.

"What have I done….."

Many thoughts ran over his head. He thought that maybe you had finally given up on him, and wanted to end the relationship you two were in. He knew all along that he's just not suited for you. After all, you're better off with someone who's not as flawed as him. Who's so much better than him. Just the thought of it stung his heart so much.

He took out his mobile phone and texted his best friend's number.

After the conversation with Tsukishima ended, Tadashi was determined to make it up to you. Early morning tomorrow, he'll make sure to get up early and prepare your breakfast before commencing his plans.

~~**~~

You were tossing and turning in your bed, finding it hard to sleep without Tadashi's warmth. You had tried several times to grab for the familiar warmth that was always on the bed with you, but not a moment too soon, you'd realized that Tadashi was asleep outside.

You slowly got up from your bed and grabbed the extra blanket from your closet. You quietly tip toed out of the room after glancing at the clock which showed 2.30 a.m. You peeked out from behind the door, and you were relieved to see Tadashi was sleeping peacefully.

You silently covered his body with the blanket and before you went back to the bedroom, you gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Right after you closed the door behind you, Tadashi's eyebrows furrowed and despite the darkness, it was clear that his face was covered in deep red blush. He pulled the blanket high enough to cover his reddening face.

~~**~~

Morning came and as planned, Tadashi woke up early to prepare you your favourite breakfast. While he was preparing his coffee after he had just finished cooking your breakfast, he almost dropped his mug after he heard the door to the shared bedroom burst open.

He turned to you, face shocked but not a single word came out of his mouth. (Well, considering what happened last night, it would be pretty awkward for you guys to talk right now.)

Your face was covered in beads of sweat, and you looked almost out of breath, not to mention that your face was extremely pale too.

Tadashi put down his mug and approached you. Seeing your state at that point, he didn't care about how awkward the situation would be. He just wanted to see if you were okay.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He gently called out your name, totally different from how he raised his voice at you yesterday.

Hearing his voice made your eyes teared up and you could feel yourself almost breaking down there and then. But you stayed strong and wiped your tears away, shaking your head all the while.

"It was just a nightmare," you said as you buried yourself in Tadashi's chest, his sweet scent calming your nerves. Tadashi stayed silent and stroked your hair, helping you calm yourself.

"Right….just a nightmare…" You silently thought to yourself.

After he sensed your breathing had calmed down, he gently pushed you away and kissed your forehead.

"Well, breakfast is ready."

You slowly followed behind him to the dining table and you noticed Tadashi seemed to be in a hurry after he finished his cup of coffee.

"....Where are you going?" You asked softly, and you could see Tadashi's shoulders tensed at the question. Your eyes dropped down and you stared at the breakfast in front of you, while muttering a, "It's okay if you don't wanna tell me…"

Tadashi scratched the back of his neck. He had planned to buy you some things to cheer you up that morning. He had thought that maybe you'd wake up much later. Now, the surprise is kinda ruined. He didn't want to worsen your mood by keeping a secret from you again.

"Uh...I was actually going to go out… I wanted to go to that favourite store of yours to buy you some things…. You know, as a sorry gift….I thought I'd be able to go out without you noticing but you woke up surprisingly early today…"

He kept trailing off but you managed to understand what he said. You clenched your fists and tried hard to hide the grin that's creeping up your mouth.

"Well then, I'm off." Tadashi waved you goodbye and kissed your cheeks before heading towards the door but before that, you pulled him into a deep kiss, completely catching him off guard.

"Take care," you muttered those words and faced away from him, gobbling down on your breakfast with a visible pink hue on your ears.

"Yeah…."

He headed out towards the door and you glanced back at him.

All of a sudden, your heart beat rapidly against your ribcage, and a sudden feeling of dread washed over you. You didn't know what caused it, but there seemed to be a voice in the back of your mind that told you, "Stop him.". You suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to throw up, the feeling of anxiety overtaking your whole body as your eyes intently stared at Tadashi's whole movements.

You were about to call out to Tadashi but as soon as you finally found your voice again, the door was closed behind him and you were left in the house alone. You slumped back into your chair and massaged your temples, a frown never leaving your face.

You felt uneasy about this whole ordeal, but you tried to shrug it off. And for some reason, your mind kept wandering towards the nightmare you just experienced.

The nightmare where he left you. You clearly remembered how you tried to call out to him desperately, but he just turned around to you and...smiled.

A sorrowful, melancholic smile.

~~**~~

You looked at the clock again for the umpteenth time. It was nearing 6 p.m.

Tadashi showed no sign of showing up. You tried to stay positive the whole time. Keyword; tried.

After a few minutes had passed, a loud ringtone broke the silence of the empty house you were in. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard the sound, but as you reached your phone to check the caller ID, a smile tugged at your lips and you happily answered the call.

"Tadashi! I missed---"

"..This, this isn't Yamaguchi, Y/N."

Your heart sank when you heard the unfamiliar voice spoke. Well, to say it was unfamiliar was a lie. You'd recognized that voice anywhere.

It was Tsukishima.

You once again felt your heart beating rapidly than ever. You weren’t supposed to feel like this. It’s weird. It’s just his best friend using his phone. That’s normal. So why did you feel so nauseated to the point of throwing up? What exactly made your whole body overcame with worry?

Maybe it’s because this is Tsukishima we’re talking about. Why would he ever borrow Tadashi’s phone and use it to call you? Or maybe it’s because of his tone while he spoke. It’s very unlike him. You just couldn’t help but think that maybe something wrong had happened.

Something terribly wrong.

“Oh...Tsukishima…..wh-what’s wrong?” You finally answered him after a few seconds of silence. You tried to stay calm and composed, but your voice betrayed you. You could feel as if there’s a big lump in your throat, preventing you from talking normally.

Silence came, and you actually wondered maybe Tsukishima had ended the call or something.

“Y/N….I need you to calm down and listen to me.”

“I AM calm,” you said through your gritted teeth, your patience starting to run out.

“Yamaguchi he….he got into a car accident. And he didn’t make it, I’m sorry.”

If you had never felt death before, you just did at that very moment. You could’ve sworn your heart just stopped beating, and YOU stopped breathing. Maybe you had fainted too, who knows, but you vaguely remembered Tsukishima calling out to you in a panic and your faint, “I’m okay.”

~~**~~

After Tadashi’s death, you felt completely empty. Everything in your shared apartment never felt as if it’s a whole. Without him, everything just….felt like half to you.

Tsukishima’s voice when he told you exactly what happened echoed in your head as you sat on your couch, a cup of cold coffee in your hand.

He was coincidentally walking by the street when he saw there was a big commotion there. He decided to check it out and turned out the one laying on the street in a pool of blood was his own best friend.

He decided to wait for the doctor’s result before telling you about what had happened to Tadashi, hence why you didn’t know anything until late that evening.

Of course, you felt like shouting at him at the time, your anger and frustration of not knowing the news earlier would overtake your body and make you lash out at Tsukishima.

But you didn’t. Probably because he did it for the sake of you yourself too and you understood that. Or probably because the shock of receiving news of Tadashi’s death overwhelmed everything else you were feeling at that time.

You didn’t even get to say your sorry for yelling and getting mad at him that night. You weren’t even sure if the interactions you both had the morning before he left counted as you two already made up with each other.

If it didn’t, does that mean that Tadashi died, while you two were still in a fight?

You’re not sure anymore. Not without Tadashi by your side anyways.

The End

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pinkpeonyprincessblog · 3 years

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I'll Always Protect the People I Love

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

" I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.