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Friends-to-lovers!au | sungyoon

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Summary: where you fall head over heels in love with your best friend, choi sungyoon, and jangjun secretly becomes your wingman.

Note: I saw that theres a lack of golden child stories on here, so I wanted to change that! This is my first time posting an au on tumblr, so hopefully it turns out fine. Feel free to send in requests for any other aus you want to see from the golden child members. Enjoy!

12:39 AM

Y/N: sungyoon

Y/N: sungyoon ah

Y/N: hellooooo

12:45 AM

Y/N: sungyoon

Y/N: okay fine dont answer me

Y/N: :(

Y/N: meanie

12:51 AM

Y/N: choi

Y/N: sung

Y/N: yoon

Y/N: !!!!!!

🐰: do uk what time it is rn

Y/N: you finally answered!!!

Y/N: i cant sleep

🐰: just close your eyes

Y/N: if it was that easy I wouldn’t msg u :’(

🐰: we have class at 8 tmr

🐰: count sheep or bunnies or something

🐰: goodnight

Y/N: i finally got a reply and you’re leaving already??

Y/N: hey! did you really go back to sleep?

12:59 AM

Y/N: fine

Y/N: so much for a best friend

Y/N: who wont help you sleep

Y/N: so mean :(((

Y/N: im only buying ice cream for daeyeol now

1:12 AM

🐰 has sent you a voice message

1:14 AM

Incoming call: 🐰mr rabbit csy🐰

You jump from your bed, “Hello?”

“Come outside.”

You quickly throw on a hoodie on and rush outside, your eyes adjusting to the darkness of the night. Your eyes don’t have to wander for long before landing on a raven haired male, his hoodie flopped over his messy hair. He looks disgruntled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he lets out a yawn. Oops, you definitely woke him up.

You quickly walk up to him, and before you can greet him, are met with a plastic bag offered to you.

“I bought your favorite— green tea flavored.” Your eyes widen before rustling through the contents, pulling out said ice cream.

“Yah, you bought ice cream at this time?” You rip open the wrapper, taking a huge bite of the creamy treat and sigh with delight, “Did you really feel threatened by me buying ice cream for Daeyeol? I was kidding! Well, actually if he asked I probably would, but wow I actually managed to get you to buy me ice cream.”

He ignores you, watching silently as you quickly devour the dessert before pulling out a napkin once he notices the mess that you’ve made on your face.

“Hey!” You whine as he wipes at the corners of your mouth. You try not to lean into the warmth of his touch that you feel even through the napkin; it’s a crisp night after all. You will your cheeks to not grow warm, but your ears quickly glow red instead.

“You’re so messy,” he sighs, finally pulling away and taking note of how you’re unusually quiet. Usually, you would playfully push his hand away, complaining that you weren’t a baby, but your head is turned away, eyes downcast at your shoes. You can see that he’s trying to meet your eyes, but you can’t look at him, not with your heart pounding a mile a minute, nervous and slightly embarrassed.

Pat. You look up as his hand rubs the top of your hair gently, carefully caressing your head through your locks.

“Are you nervous because of the presentation tomorrow? Is that why you can’t sleep?” He muses softly, eyes still trying to meet yours. You grow shy, extremely shy, but shift your eyes to meet his for a brief second before looking away. His eyes dripped of warm honey, enveloping you in a feeling only he could ever have on you.

Seeing you avert your eyes, he takes that as a yes, and brings you closer to him by a tug of the arm. You squeak in surprise, suddenly finding yourself enveloped in his arms. Warmness spreads through your body like a blazing fire, now being fueled by the beating of your heart.

The things you do to me, you think as your arms slowly wrap around his waist, hugging him back. You take in his scent, a scent you’ve come to recognize as familiar and comforting, ever since you met him freshman year.

“I know you have a lot of stage anxiety, but you’ve gotten so much better at public speaking. You’ll do great tomorrow, don’t worry.” Even his voice is warm, his comforting words becoming even more meaningful.

Stage fright was the last thing on your mind at the current moment, but he didn’t have to know that.

If you don’t let me go soon, my heart’s going to explode.

Instead, you nod, allowing yourself to rest your head against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat through his hoodie; a tiny voice in the back of your mind wonders if you have the same effect on him that he has on you.

You stay like that for a while, his arms bringing you closer when you shiver from an incoming breeze.

You wish you could stay like this forever, but you now realize how late it must be, and he’s right, you do have a presentation tomorrow morning, and you do suffer from stage fright still.

“Ah thanks. I’m fine now, I swear,” you start blabbering, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. You suddenly feel bad; you made him get out of bed for no reason, and he brought you ice cream, “Sorry for troubling you, Sungyoon-ah.”

He sees a pout forming on your face, and he studies you closely.

“I’m your best friend, Y/N, isn’t it my job to make you feel better,” he tilts his head, but doesn’t question you further as you widen the gap between the two of you.

You stare at him blankly before finally smiling at his words, “Sorry, you’re right. I guess the nerves are keeping me awake. But I do feel better now! Thanks for coming, and ah- for the ice cream! I swear I won’t buy any for Daeyeol, only for you, since it seems to bother you so much,” you try to tease him in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

He smiles back, relieved that you seem to be acting normal again. Little did he know, his smile was making your stomach do summersaults, but you tried to push past it as he let out a chuckle.

“Go get some rest, okay? You have a big day ahead,” he ruffles your hair, laughing as you swat his hand away.

“My hair,” you whine, but nevertheless, grin back at him.

“Bye, Sungyoon-ah!””

“Bye Y/N, make sure to wake up on time.”

He waits until you reach the door of your building before turning around and heading back in the direction of his dorm.

As you enter your room, you immediately fling yourself onto your bed and scream into your pillow, kicking your legs.

“Can my heart not do that for once,” you whine, settling on your side as you hug a pillow to your chest.

You allow a smile to spread across your face after a while, cheeks once again flushing red as you remember the feeling of him embracing you.

“I wonder if you feel the same way I feel about you?”

You didn’t know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with your best friend.

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“Y/N!!” You turn around at the sound of your name, yelping as someone jumps on you, almost making you lose your balance.

“Jangjun!” You shove him off of you as he laughs. You turn around and see Donghyun and Joochan following close behind, concentrating on their phones as they play Kart Rider probably. You stare at them for a bit before messing with their phones, randomly touching their screens. They complain in unison, swatting your hands away as you chuckle.

“Did you just get out of class, Y/N?” Jangjun bounces from foot to foot, looking as happy as ever. You shake your head.

“I got out a while ago. I’m just waiting for Sungyoon to get out of class. I promised him I’d buy him ice cream-”

“What, you never buy us ice cream,” Joochan cuts in, finally looking up from his phone as Donghyun shouts in victory.

“Do you want to come with? I’m sure Sungyoon wouldn’t mind,” Joochan quickly shakes his head, holding his hands up.

“I don’t want to be a third wheel on your date, but thanks though,” You sputter at his words, heat quickly rising to your cheeks. Jangjun bursts out laughing at the look on your face, and it takes all your willpower to not punch him.

“D-Date? Sungyoon and I aren’t like that,” You finally manage to say, but your ears are still burning in embarrassment. The three boys look at you expectantly and you grow even more self-conscious, holding your hands up in defense, “Why are you all staring at me like that? It’s true!”

“Anyway, are you going to the fireworks display tonight? I heard it’s going to be really nice. Our school really went all out planning the event!” Jangjun asks, his tone still teasing. You sigh in defeat, but are grateful for the topic change.

“Oh, was that tonight?” You think about the number of assignments you have piled up and grimace, “I don’t know, I kind of got a lot of work to do-”

Jangjun quickly waves you off, “Nonsense! You need to relax once in a while, Y/N.”

As you’re forming a reply, his eyes focus on something behind you and an evil grin appears on his face.

“Oh! Sungyoon hyung, great timing! Y/N is dying to go to the firework display tonight!” Your eyes widen in horror as you realize who exactly Jangjun spotted behind you, “She’s too scared to go alone though, so she wants you to-”

“Lee Jangjun, I swear, I will end you-” You try to whisper threateningly, but he pays you no mind as he waves at who you now know is Sungyoon, finally coming out of his class. Both Joochan and Donghyun are laughing hysterically behind Jangjun, and in that moment, you’ve never wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole more.

“Hm?” You turn your head as Sungyoon comes to stand next to you. You simply gape at him, at a loss for words as he turns in his head to you curiously, “You wanted to go to that?”

“I- uh, well,” You try your best to muster up an answer, but to no avail. Curse you, Lee Jangjun!

He takes a long look at your face, definitely questioning why you’re acting so strange, before shrugging, “Sure, why not? I think it’ll be fun. Are you guys going?”

You silently plead with Jangjun, staring at him intently. Jangjun hums in thought, deciding to spare you a little.

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” You sigh in relief, not noticing Sungyoon sneak a glance at you.

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“It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date,” you repeat to yourself multiple times as you get ready. Yet, you can’t help putting more attention to your outfit, making sure your hair looks at least presentable. As you put on a touch of makeup, you frown. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve hung out with Sungyoon, let alone in a group- he’s your best friend! It is the first time in a while though, as you both have been very busy with school and extracurriculars lately.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Y/N,” You slap your cheeks, “You haven’t hung out with your friends in a while; It’ll be fun!”

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“There he is,” You see Sungyoon leaning against a wall, his eyes glued to his phone. You quietly make your way to him, being extra careful to not get noticed. Once you’re close enough, you tiptoe and lean in close to his ear.

“Boo!”

“Oh, you’re here.”

You pout as Sungyoon simply turns his head in your direction, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“You didn’t even flinch,” You complain, feeling disgruntled. He snorts, pushing off the wall to fully face you. His eyes settle on your figure, making you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. Silence envelops you as he continues to stare.

“Is there something on my face?” You try to break the silence, feeling shy under his gaze. He tilts his head before humming thoughtfully.

“You look nice,” Your cheeks grow hot almost immediately upon hearing his compliment. You don’t dare meet his eyes, knowing that you would probably combust. Instead, your eyes settle on your shoes, finding them very interesting.

“Ah- thanks,” You squeak out, racking your brain for an appropriate response, “We haven’t hung out in a while, so I thought I would dress up a little more? To not look like a sleep deprived college student, you know-”

Shoot, you were starting to ramble. Quickly shaking your head, you try to change the subject, “Where’s Jangjun and the others?”

“Did they not tell you?” You look up at his words, confused. Seeing the puzzled expression on your face, he continues, “Jangjun said they were going to be late. Something about Joochan and Donghyun fighting over this game, and they’re pretty serious about it.”

You stop yourself from screaming at the world.

“Let me message Jangjun real quick.” He nods his head as you take your phone out of your pocket. He doesn’t miss how your mood has soured upon learning of the absence of your friends.

6:49 PM

Y/N: Lee

Y/N: Jangjun

Y/N: You are dead.

Y/N: When I find you, you better run

🐮: Woah, Y/N, calm down!

🐮: We’ll only be an hour or two late, no biggie :9

🐮 : Have fun on your date tho~ But not too much fun, okay?

🐮 : ;))))

“I’m going to murder that guy,” You curse underneath your breath, letting out a big sigh as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“Everything okay?” You jump, remembering where you are. Sungyoon has an unreadable expression on his face as he studies you, and you try not to get too caught up in his gaze.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You try to reassure him, but your smile is weak, “Let’s just go.”

You both start walking towards the food stands at the entrance of the field, trying not to get too caught up in your nerves.

It’s not a date. It’s not.

“Y/N?” You look up, and find Sungyoon farther ahead than you thought he was. It’s suddenly crowded as everyone is trying to get food before the show starts. As someone pushes past you, Sungyoon’s hand reaches out to grasp your wrist and pulls you close to him.

“Be careful, it’s really crowded here.” Your head automatically nods, not trusting your voice to say anything as all your attention goes to the grip he has on your wrist. His hand lowers until your palms touch, and he squeezes your hand. His hold is gentle and warm, making butterflies dance in your stomach. You let yourself be dragged by the pull of his hand as he weaves through the crowd.

The time spent at the food stands is relatively enjoyable. Both of you haven’t eaten before coming, so you allow yourselves to look through all the stalls, buying all the food you want. You easily share your food and quickly fall into a comfortable pace, laughing and finally relaxing.

You do notice that once your hands are empty, Sungyoon reaches out to grasp the one closest to him. You convince yourself that it’s because he doesn’t want you to get lost, having experienced your lack of sense of direction first-hand. Still, you allow yourself a bit of giddiness, glancing down at your hands occasionally.

Having filled your stomachs, you both finally settle down on one of the provided picnic blankets laid out on the grass, the show nearing its start time.

As you hum absentmindedly, taking a picture of the darkening sky with your phone, you see Sungyoon staring at you from the corner of your eye. You turn your head in his direction, tilting your head, “What?”

He shakes his head, propping his chin on his hand, “Nothing, it’s just…”

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” He finally says after a long pause, turning his head to look up at the sky, “I feel like you’ve been distant lately? Not that I blame you, school is in full swing after all. But you’ve definitely been acting a little strange; I thought the stress was getting to you.”

He then turns to you, suddenly smiling, “But you seem to be in a better mood now, so I’m happy.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, the nature of his words dawning on you.

You really messed up, didn’t you?

Before you can respond, a loud horn goes off, signaling the start of the fireworks show. You both turn to look up the night sky as one after another, balls of colored flame shoot up and explode with a giant pop.

You lower your eyes to stare at Sungyoon, the fireworks casting various hues of color on his face, highlighting his features. You didn’t realize it, but you had probably grown more distant as your feelings for him bloomed, becoming too nervous to simply hang out with him anymore. And here he was, just happy that you were finally having a good time with him.

What a best friend you are.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed, feeling guilty for having worried him, yet grateful that he’s still the same Sungyoon that you met back in freshman year, the same person who is in tune with your feelings no matter the situation, who at the end of the day just seeing you happy makes him happy; he’s the one you fell in love with.

Before you can even process what you’re about to say, your mouth opens.

“Sungyoon-ah. I like you.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, your eyes widening in surprise. Did you just-

You quickly bury your face in your arms, your face blazing. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your ribcage, the embarrassment hitting you in waves.

You did not just confess, you did not, you did not-

“Y/N.” You refuse to look up, afraid of what you’d just done. You just confessed to your friend, your best friend! You feel tears well up in your eyes at the possibility of having ruined your friendship.

“Hey, look at me,” His voice is surprisingly gentle, not the tone you were expecting at all. You mentally count to ten in your head before gathering enough courage to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes finally meet his, his face growing closer to yours.

“Can you repeat what you said?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you as your body grows hot, keeping his gaze steady. The fireworks up in the sky are long forgotten as you visibly gulp before clearing your throat.

“I- I like you, Choi Sungyoon,” You muster out, willing yourself to not look away, “I like you a lot.”

The anticipation makes your stomach drop; you can hear your heart pounding wildly in your ear as you wait for his response. He gazes at you for a while before smiling.

“I like you, too.” He says easily, leaving you utterly shocked. He looks away as you gape at him, not believing your ears. He raises a hand to his nose, scratching it awkwardly.

“Wait- what- I-” Your mouth can’t keep up with your thoughts, your mind an absolute mess, “Did you- huh?”

It warms your heart when you finally catch the red glow of his ears- a shy Sungyoon wasn’t something you witnessed every day.

He shyly runs a hand through his hair, “I said I like you, too. And I have, for a while now.”

“Oh.” Your face quickly matches the shade of his ears, maybe even more so. But a wave of relief and giddiness passes through you and you can’t help but smile widely once the words process in your brain.

Because your best friend felt the same way about you.

You spend the rest of the night in comfortable silence, your heart still beating fast, but it’s a good kind of warmth that spreads through you, one that makes you feel like all is right in the world.

You don’t realize when he draws close, but suddenly your hands are touching, his shoulder grazes yours and his breath is right next to your ear. You slowly turn your head in his direction, your breath hitching upon realizing how close his face is to yours.

You close your eyes, grasping his hand as you take a deep breath and lean forward. When your lips meet, it’s like your heart is mimicking the explosion of the fireworks in the sky. All these feelings surge through you as you share a kiss, and you swear you’re flying.

As you part, you both look away shyly; your face is blazing, your heart still hammering in your chest. You don’t complain when he tugs on your arm and brings you close to him, letting you lean your head on his shoulder as you continue watching the sky together.

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fictional-thoughts · 4 years

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IVE WAITED FOR OPEN CARA REQUESTS FOR SO LONG PLS DO AN NSFW ONE OF SITTING ON HER FACE 😩😩 i want her big arms to hold me in place ughhghghgg

cara dune will be the death of me

You barely break from the kiss when Cara speaks, her words forgotten as your hand move to push her shirt off, tugging at the confines of her armour, lips and teeth clashing it’s passionately fast and rushed then she’s suddenly pulling away.

“Strip,” her hands dive to unbuckle your own gear, forgotten at the end of the last battle, her chest rises and falls, marked by your lips only minutes before.

“I am,” your shirt comes off, the brazier follows and your hands take its place, smoothing over your chest, causing a rush of heat throughout your body as Cara’s eyes darken.

“Hurry up,” she’s moving backwards, her face level with your hips and you’re pushed to your back, landing in the messed up sheets you’re smiling, biting back soft laughter as her lips brush that sensitive spot above the line of your underclothes. For a moment all you can see is white lights as the world turns and everything is slow, her lips trail over your thighs, filled with sensuality. Your hands move down from your tits to play with her hair, tug a little when she playfully bites the soft skin of your inner thigh.

You sigh, eyes falling closed as the familiar tug of white hotness curl up in you, spreading over every inch of your body, she’s fuel to your fire, her lips brush against your covered core, sending a small spark up through every nerve.

“God you’re such a tease.”

In response she’s dragging down the rest of your underclothes, they’re caught on your ankles before she’s pulled them off and tossed them away. You feel Cara’s palms slide under the backs of your thighs, lifting you upwards she’s sinking down to meet her lips with your cunt, soaked and silky and she’s desperate for a taste. Hotness seeps between your legs and every nerve within you curls tight — the wringing intensity and itches of desperation between throbs of pleasure shake you to your core. It’s not enough, your thighs squeeze tight around her ears and she replies in a pretty moan of your name.

Then everything’s stopped and she’s above you again, looking down at you with such adoration and that glint of teasing. There’s a bruising kiss, a couple surprised swears and that’s got her smirking then you notice she’s got that look.

“Oh no,” you say, sliding your hands through her hair, curling the dark locks behind her ear. “That’s your idea face.”

Cara does have an idea. Sinking into the bed beside you, mirroring your position, back to the soft sheets she’s pulling you on top of her. “Up,” and you quickly straddle her, bare skin to her half clothed form, you tease a couple grinds into her thigh, gasping at the textures and muscle beneath you. She’s biting her lip and you wanna do it for her, leaning close you’re off balance and she’s taking that chance to pull you up further.

Oh.

You blush beat red and your hearts beating fast but Cara’s unfazed, her strong arms curl around your hips, fingertips dig into the softness of your thighs, her nails bluntly indenting the skin, urging you closer. Rolling in thick waves, arousal seeps into every inch of your skin, each brush of her skin to your core is a shock, sending trembles over your body as of millions of matches striking, minuscule sparks, hot to the touch.

You’re nearly sitting on her face, spread open for her, thighs aching with strain but you’re worried she’ll not want your full weight but her arms tug you closer, settling you down right above her. “Hands,” she warns you and has made eye contact with you, the sights of your body over her, trembling with such wanton energy and slicked apprehension has got her craving you. You’re lost in a daze, not registering her words, all you can hear is your heart pounding, blood rushing through every inch of you and she’s so fucking good, her muscled arms flexed to your thighs, gripping you ever so closer to her eager lips.

Cara figures you’ll regret not listening to her and her mouth finds you cunt, burrowing close and using her strength to keep your wetness tight to her lips, she slants a damp kiss right to your core and it sends you into a delicious fall. Your hands slam into the bed frame, keeping you up, balancing over her, you look down and she’s smirking you try to speak but she’s already got her lips back on your cunt, tongue dragging up through the softness she’s got her eyes closed and jaw working. Your stomach rolls with fresh heat and it’s almost unbearable.

Your hands grip the smooth wood of the bed frame, they shake but grip the solidness until your knuckles turn white. You hadn’t realized just how much she’d wound you up, you’re wet and tight and you’re releasing a shaky exhale, a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“Fuck, Cara —” you lose your grip for a split second, tripping over the intensity, she’s licking short stripes deep into your core, swirling in the taste. “G-gods,” your breath halts, lungs frozen in time and you’re nerves are shot, high strung from the passions of the night before, she’s relentless, devoted to her craft she’s got her lips on your clit and is keeping your hips right over her — she’s not letting you go.

Trembling obscenities leave your parted lips, head thrown back, spine curved to a perfect arch, a picture of pure bliss. Through the bleary waves of pleasure a crack of concern breaks through and you shift, lift a bit of your weight off her but it’s not the same. With a short protesting sound Cara’s tugging you right back, finding she absolutely loves the feel of you above her.

“Stay still,” her breath is hot to your core and sends shivers over your skin, ectasy and whirling bubbles of leasure pleasure sway back and forth over you, hanging in the air like smoke, thick in your lungs and delicious on your form.

She grips you a bit tighter, lifting her head up, pushing right against your cunt she’s desperate and devoted, drunk on your taste its heavy on her tounge, licking deep along the seams of your core Cara is certian she could do this for hours if you begged just the right way.

You cant help but cry out her name, move your hips over her, chasing the release, you feel your muscles tense and form jolting, your hands squeeze the bed frame and its all you can do but dig yourself a little deeper, your moans twist into gasps, and you’re trying to be quiet but theres an aching pull, the ropes wound tight and its only a matter of seconds before it snaps.

Cara kisses your sensitive part, earning a fresh moan and movement above her so sudden she nearly loses her grip. “Stay still… or I’ll stop,” her voice is lower and turned with angelic seduction, then she’s curved an arm around your thigh, fingers running down the muscle and her hand other pushes its way between your thighs, skilled fingers smoothing over your centre, gathering up honeyed slick and curling inside you. “You want that?”

Her fingers still inside you and her thumb brushes over your softness, teasing the place where her lips had just been. You’re a mess. “Gods, no –” your voices leaves you for a second, her voice sends pools of warmth right through you. “Just dont stop.”

Your hand drops from the frame to rake through her hair, your eyes close and you’re arched, a sleek feline, teasing a grind, tempting to fuck yourself on her mouth and fingers – only earning a teasing bite to your thigh and a reinvigorated, messy urge to get you to come.

She quirks an eyebrow, there’s a smile turning her lips and her hands return to your waist, digging her fingertips deep into your skin, she’s demanding a reaction, her arms flex, keeping you tight to her parted lips, her tounge smoothes over your centre, flicking wetly over your clit.

Your knees dig into the bed on either side of her head, splayed open your thighs burn with an ache, threatening to weaken as you tremble, its getting closer and she knows it, you’re tensing, grinds growing sloppy and fast and messy, she can only hold you so tight. Your hands fly to the frame, keeping balance as you drag the last moments of the build up closer. She’s moaning, skin glistening and soaked with your arousal, her lips close over your clit, swirl once around and you’re done for.

The orgasm comes from nowhere, its a sudden snap and you’re nerves are thrown into overdrive, choked on moans all that leaves you lungs are gasps of your lovers name. “Fuck Cara –” Your hand blindly finds hers and squeezes, its all lightning shocks and the turning point is lost in crippling waves, washing over you every time Cara pulls you closer, tasting your sweet release. “Oh my gods,”

Skin trembling with aftershocks, chest heaving your breasts rise and fall in tune with your breathing, painting a pretty picture of Cara to look up and observe. You slide off her, collaspe into the sheets beside her, not trusting your legs to hold you just yet. Cara not done with you, she’s stealing what little breath you have, marking your lips with the taste of yourself, sticky and sharp and sweet. The kiss is rough and demanding and her hands cup your jaw on either side.

Your hands slide through her hair and tug at the ends, earning a sinful sound, soft and pretty to your ears. Your hearts still trying to break through your ribs, burst at the seams you’re not sure you’ll cool down from this one. Eyes closed you let her kiss the softer parts of you and let her hands wander.

Her hand slips over your thigh. “Wanna go again?”

Oh gods.

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lnarizakis · 4 years

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a two-player game (5 lives left!) | k. kenma

masterlist

5 lives left! | a two-player game: kozume kenma x reader

STATISTICS

PLAYER ONE: KOZUME KENMA.

ATHLETICISM: — — 2 / 5

INTELLECT: — — — — — 5 / 5

CHARM: — — — 3 / 5

SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS: — — — — — 5 / 5

AWARENESS OF INFATUATION: — 1 / 5

PLAYER TWO: (L/N) (Y/N).

ATHLETICISM: — — — 3 / 5

INTELLECT: — — — — 4 /5

CHARM: — — — — — 5 / 5

SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS: — 1 / 5

AWARENESS OF INFATUATION: — 1 / 5

“Alright, everyone. Thanks for the hard work today. Oh, and by the way, I heard from an anonymous source that there’s a new second-year coming tomorrow. If she’s in your class, keep your heads up and get us that manager. We really need one before the big training camp.”

Everyone’s ears perked up at the captain’s words; more notably, the word “she.” Yamamoto Taketora widened his eyes at the possibility that they were about to get their own “smokin’ hot female manager.” He wrapped his arms around Kenma and Fukunaga Shohei, demanding them to ask this girl to join the volleyball club.

Kenma did not want to ask the new girl to join their club; it was like asking her for her number. He was nervous and did not want her to think that she was trying to make a move on him. And it just so happened that his luck granted the new girl to walk into his classroom the next day, with the announcement from his homeroom teacher that she’d be their new classmate for the rest of the school year.

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“Can you please introduce yourself, miss?”

Kenma’s homeroom teacher asked the new girl to introduce herself. She wore a big smile on her face, excitement radiating off her and onto the rest of the class, who buzzed with elation that this girl looked friendly and just an overall good person.

“Yes! My name is (L/N) (Y/N) and I’ll be your new classmate for the rest of the school year! Thank you for having me!”

She politely bowed. Then she was told to sit in the empty seat in the back, where she would sit right next to her internet best friend. But she didn’t know that, and neither did the internet best friend. Kenma looked over at (Y/N), slightly flustered. He was embarrassed and shy; he did not want to strike up conversation first. So he thanked whatever was up there when she initiated conversation first.

“Looks like we’ll be sitting next to each other from now on.”

He nodded.

“So… you’re Kozume, right? I know ‘cause the teacher told me to sit next to you.”

He nodded again. She was very nice. She was very pretty. Kenma felt a familiar comfort and warmth just by basking in her presence. Then he heard the voices of his teammates in his head: he had to ask her to be their manager, or else they would definitely hate and berate him. Especially Yamamoto. He definitely does not want what happened with him their first year to happen again. And so he pushes through with what little willpower he had in his inventory.

“Uh, (L/N)...”

She turned to face him, with her eyes all big and wide and a gorgeous smile plastered on her face. Kenma had to use a defensive shield to protect himself from oncoming damage. He could tell, even from afar, that she would be a force to be reckoned with.

“Since it’s mandatory for everyone to join a club, do you… want to be the manager for the boy’s volleyball club…?” He asked so shyly, and so quietly that by the end of his question he spoke in a hushed whisper.

But still, (Y/N) was the most pleased a girl could get, and felt the utmost welcome at school that she beamed and agreed right away.

+1 CHARM!

“I’d love to! When’s your next practice?”

He told her that it was tomorrow, and with that, they continued on with their schoolwork.

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Throughout the entire day, Kenma had only one thing on his mind: (Y/N). Her bright personality and friendliness reminded him a lot of his very good friend Hinata Shoyo. Just in that moment where they conversed, he felt like they were the only two people in the room, and throughout that entire moment, he felt warm and comfortable. He didn’t think he felt that way with Shoyo; no, he felt more than what he felt with Shoyo. When he first met Shoyo, sure, he felt comfortable and could talk easily with him; but with (Y/N), he felt like he could talk about anything and everything with her, like he could be embraced in her arms and call it home.

He realized he was infatuated with her.

+4 AWARENESS OF INFATUATION!

100 DAMAGE TAKEN!

4 LIVES LEFT!

And so he decided to tell his internet best friend about this.

(U/N) was their name, and they met almost everyday on their favorite video game. Kenma found relief in them, and they felt comfort in Kenma. They relied on each other to keep each other company during the wee hours of the night, and to advise each other on their ways in life. They promised each other not to reveal personal information about the other, because then that way they can say all they want about anything. They were there for each other, in game and outside of the game.

applepi: hey, (u/n).

(U/N): hey what’s up!

applepi: so @ my school;k[p

The only way they could type was when they were in game, or through the private message feature. Kenma and (U/N) were currently in the game fighting against enemies while chatting with each other. So Kenma had to cut his sentence short as an enemy fought him.

applepi: theres this girl & i rlly like her even tho we just met

applepi: so what should i do?

(U/N): hmmmn.

(U/N) fought an enemy before they could continue their thought.

(U/N): u should tell her abt ur feelings! nothings gonna happen if u don’t say anything!

applepi: no. i cant do that.

(U/N): ok then…...maybe wait it out & talk 2 her more? u might have a better chance if yuo talk 2 her & get closer w her

applepi: ok thanks. we just cleared this level so i’m gna go to bed now. goodnight

(U/N): good night!

(Y/N) turned off her computer and then jumped onto the comfort of her bed. She sighed heavily. She had a hard time going to sleep that night as jealousy overcame her thoughts, for her internet best friend had a crush on someone other than her.

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4 LIVES LEFT!

(U/N) stands for (user/name)

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Summary- Curtis Everett x Y/N. Illness just seems to keep popping up in the tail end. Thinking it was finished, you and Curtis spend some time together or try to anyways. Smut- Oral.

Word Count- 6.5k

Your head was tipped forward against your knees, listening to the breathing in the bunk above you, it was raspy and shallow, so shallow. You didnt dare leave the bedside for more then a few minutes, and it had been days. You banned everyone else out of the area, since the virus was running rampant through the tail end.

You had banned everyone except Tonya from the area, Tonya refused to give you a choice, and you were grateful to have the woman there with you. You did your best to contain the virus, but it spread through the tail end rather quickly. With no medicine to distribute, it was almost impossible not to loose patients. So far youve seen the guards collect a few you couldnt help, and you could only mourn inside, not able to take a break among the sick and dying. Curtis tried several times to enter, only to have you stop him at the entrance, turning him around and pushing him away. Although he was one of the healthier members in the tail end, you wouldnt risk it.

Tonya slipped in and pulled up a stool next to you, frowning. “Girl you need some sleep. Get on out of here and I will sit with her.” Motioning to your current patient, and you shake your head, lifting it off your knees and looking at the girl. A teenager, what 14? 15? Hard to tell exact when they were train babies such as Melissa was, but she was struggling and you couldnt leave now.

“No Tonya, what if she needs me? I have to stay here.”

“Now Y/N, thats what Im here for. I dealt with Timmy being sickly right after he was born, I think I can keep watch over this child to.” Tonya placed her hand against Melissas forehead and then pulled back away.

“Still burning up, isnt she?” You ask, the girls face was flushed, sweat beading along her hair line and the blanket she was wrapped in shook as she shivered in her sleep.

“Yes, but the fever will break soon.”

“Well Im not leaving till it does.” Stubborn as always, you dip your forehead back against your knees, your hand moving up into the bed and taking the sick girls hand, squeezing lightly. Tonya doesnt pressure it further, but moves to attend to the other patient in the area, not nearly as sick, but still needing some mothers care to feel better. Soon enough Tonya could hear your softened breathing of sleep, and slipped out. She couldnt make you see reason, well... there is someone who certainly can.

Tonya marched right down the aisle, looking in all the usual spots she knew Curtis to frequent. Finally she found him with Grey, working on teaching defense techniques to a few others who had asked to learn. Right now Grey had Curtis pinned against the train wall, and as much as the larger man tried he couldnt break from his hold. “Okay man, I give.” he tapped his hand against the steel wall, and Grey released his hold. “Fuck, thought you were gonna take my arm right off that time.” He rolled his shoulder to loosen it back up when Tonya broke through the crowd. “Curtis, you gotta come get your girl.”

Frowning when he heard her, all the joking with the group gone. “Why? Whats wrong? Is she okay?” She had been in that damn medic area for days refusing to come out. She better not be fucken sick to. It was a risk, it had happened before, together you two had discussed it in the night, when you two usually talk over problems, In the end you had looked up at him in that way you do when you are being serious. “I cant not do anything Curtis.... I have to do whatever I can.” And now here he was, worried that your stubbornness put you in danger.

“No no, shes just fine.” Tonya smiled at him to ease the worry on his face, loosening as he moved to reach her, the two of them leaving the group. “Shes just bone tired and needs a good nights rest, she be sleeping now on the floor. Im sure you can move her without even waking her up.” Tonya ducked under the curtain, and sure enough you were slumped up against the frame, sound asleep. Curtis followed along inside and saw you curled up. “Oh baby... “ he whispered as he went over to you, easing a hand under your knees and embracing your back, Tonya kept the curtain open to carry you out.

You didnt even know, all you registered is familiar comforts, warmth, feeling that hollowed spot you normally fell asleep in, pressing your face in against his neck and sighing in your sleep. Feeling your breath brushing against his neck, and hearing that sigh, he chuckled softly at your soft noises and the way you curled up closer. Sliding you into the bunk, this is when you stirred, seeing him climb in behind you. “Curtis Everett, what do you think your doing, removing me?” you say groggily, moving to leave, but he catches you before you can get past him and places you back in your spot, his body blocking your exit. Unbuttoning the front of your coat, he looked at you sternly. “Tonya came to tell me you were passed out on the floor Babygirl.”

“Traitor...” You mutter but dont try to leave again, while Curtis removes your coat and eases you to sit back and you let him, cause you really are tired, and its nice to be taken cared of instead of the other way around. His hand grasps your calf and draws a leg up, removing your boot. Its not like he would let you get away anyways, once Curtis set his mind to something, that was just the way it was going to be. You had plenty of experience with that.

“So you need a break, a good nights sleep.” He draws off the other one and you shift back into your spot, folding arms over chest while he to draws off his own outer clothing to get comfortable, toeing off his boots in the process. Although your eyes are half closed your still fighting it. "Well I don't exactly know if I'm going to get a good night's sleep with you here." He yanked his beanie off and tossed it in your face, making you grin for the first time in a few days and you shoved it on your own head in retaliation.

"Mmmhhh, I love when you wear my clothes." He said as he stretched out to lay down, tugging on your shirt to join him. You yawned, one of those jaw popping ones that seemed to go on for ages. "Me to Curtis, Tonya promised to come get me if something happens?" His fingers brushed the shorter hairs near your temple back, the rest you had tightly wound in a braid. He missed being able to feel the tresses wrap around his hand, but tonight he let it go.

"She did, I made her swear it to me." Not really but he knew Tonya wouldnt hesitate to get them

"Liar, you did no such thing.... You know you dont have to stay, I'm sure it's not that late really. I can still hear the group at Gilliams" you rubbed your face in his shoulder and already worked a hand under his shirts to slide your palm lazily against his chest, your hand coming to a pause at his side, leaving it stretched across his stomach and chest Yea theres no way your letting me leave, he thought, amused you made the effort to offer though. Efficiently wrapping yourself around him, his fingers shifted from your temple down to rub along your back. "Baby we haven't been together like this is days... I missed you. Its hard to sleep alone now, it's cold and to big."

You grumble into the collar of his shirt. "You just miss the cramped sex." Snorting in muffled giggles.

"Well yea.... That to." He teased back, tilting your face up with the press of his fingers against your chin, catching your lips in a teasing kiss. "I'm a man, I got specific needs after all. Like being able to drag you off to bed."

"Mmmhm, and that's the only thing?" You nuzzle your face back against his shoulder. Its okay if I close my eyes, you think.

"The only thing worth anything tonight" He claimed and paused, sensing you must have nodded off. Your breathing was shallow exhales against his neck and your silence stretched longer then usual. Now that your finally relaxed and getting some rest, Curtis allows himself to relax and drift off. He wasnt lying when he said he had been having trouble himself getting sleep, although he wasnt complaining. You were doing what you needed to to keep people alive, he felt like he already didnt deserve you, he couldnt keep you to himself.

The hours passed without any disturbances till much later, what is now considered ‘Morning’ for the tail enders. Tonya made her way down the aisle, counting bunks. It wouldnt bode well to disturb someone else, and they all looked about the same. But she came to the one she suspected to be yours and Curtis shared space. “Curtis?” Tonya quietly says his name and Curtis reaches over to slid the curtain open enough to look out. “Yea? Everything okay Tonya?” His brow came together in worry, raising his hand to rub over his face, draw out the sleep his body was still wanting to fall back into.

“Yea Yea Curtis, I was just coming to tell you all that everything is fine, Melissas fever broke and she has already sat up and asked for a bit of food. So you tell Y/N not to rush back quite yet.”

Curtis looked over his shoulder to see you had your face buried in against the crook of your arm, and hadnt even stirred. Looking back at Tonya and smiling, he nodded. “Dont worry, I wont let her go yet to soon. Shes finally sleeping, and Im not gonna mess with that unless I have to.” Tonya gave a nod and bid farewell to Curtis, which he closed the curtain and slid back into the warmth of where you two slept. You still hadnt given any sign of waking, your shirt having ridden up your back, so he could let his palm slide against the warm softness of your lower back and the dip in your waist.

He let it slide gently, and then settle in heavily, the way you moaned and shifted in closer, seeking out the all familiar hardness and warmth, tugging your head to rest on his chest and a sigh signaled you had sunk back into that deep sleep. Your hand fisted into his shirt near his stomach and you wedged your leg around his. Wrapping yourself around Curtis, he kept his rubs on your back gentle, soothing. You stayed that way for a couple more hours, and Curtis was content to doze in and out during this period.

But when you woke up, it was with a jerk, your head lifting and not registering where you were, your hand pressed against his lower stomach making him gasp a bit as you sat up. “Oh shit, Curtis Im sorry” You squeak, his hat you stolen earlier was hanging half off your head, hair pulled out of your braid all curling around your face. He rubbed his lower stomach, and chuckled with a groan. “Its okay baby, but jeeze! You woke up like someone stuck you with a hot poker, why?” He moved to an elbow, half on his hip to face you.

“My patient, it occurred to me I should check on Melissa.” You confess with a guilty look, and Curtis reached up, removing his hat, and brushing back your hair with his hand. You looked like you were caught doing something wrong, although if he had it his way, you wouldnt have moved, rather content himself having you wrapped all around him.

“Tonya already came Babygirl, Melissa is fine. Her fever broke middle of the night, and shes asked for food, water. Sitting up.” Your eyes widen and a smile breaks out as you cant help contain the overall relief and joy you feel hearing that. “Oh thank god.... “ You breath out and lay on your back near where Curtis is leaning on his elbow looking down. Studying you for a moment, then saying. “You will feel better if you go check on her wont you.” You give a sheepish smile and nods, making him roll his eyes.

“Okay, lets go Y/N. Pain in the ass” He mutters teasing as you two get on your boots, and he slides out, turning around and grasping you around your waist, he lifts you down. Right now nothing could ruin your good mood, your patient was going to be okay. After all the one who came to you to late to help, you saved one. You considered it a win given the conditions you all live in. Pausing Curtis, you dont want him possibly getting sick, but no regards to yourself, you dart right on in. Curtis waits all of five seconds and just follows you in as well.

“Hey Melissa” You say as you go to the girl, Tonya doing some wash off in the corner and hanging stuff around to dry. The girl grins, picking at a protein block. How you wish you could get that girl some of your moms chicken noddle soup like you had back in the day. But she seemed so much better, some proper color in her face, her eyes werent that burning red, no runny nose or heavy wet coughs like a couple days ago.

“Hey Y/N, Curtis” she nods to the both of you, smiling. You perch on the edge of the bed, and reach out to touch her forehead. It was nice and cool this time around, the fever seemed to be truly gone. “Tonya said if you thought it was fine, I could probably walk around a bit today, my legs are itching for a stretch.” She leaned forward to grab her toes, effectively stretching her legs and back in the process, but it certainly wouldnt hut. “I dont see why you cant, just dont wander off to far and stick to the aisle.” You smile at the girl, whom in turn looks so relieved, you glance at the other bed and see it empty. Turning to ask Tonya, she never looked up from her project.

“I sent them on there way. It was nothing but an bit of wanting attention.” You smirk and look at Curtis and he scowls a bit, rolling eyes. He was in no way acting like that.

“Everything sounds good then, best day weve had in weeks.” You move to a stand and head to leave. “I will go tell Gilliam, so he can spread the news that short of a patient, we seem to be on the mend.” Tonya nodded, and once more the two of you left.

Once you were further away, you tugged on Curtis coat and backed the two of you in between a set of Pipework, dragging him down to kiss him deeply. You caught him by surprise for all of 2 seconds, but he responded in kind, an hefty moan coming from his throat, and his hands grasped your ass. Curtis pulled you up to your tip toes, to press against his hips so you can feel him getting hard just for you, so you could feel his whole body coiled, ready to claim you are his. Your hands grasp his biceps to hold onto, letting him lead the kiss now, his tongue filling your mouth, his lips pulling on yours till they were swollen, red. Once he broke, you were left panting softly, not really from loss of air, but in need.

“If it hadnt been like 2 weeks, I would ask why” He growls, squeezing your ass again as he finishes lifting you to perch on the edge of one of the water pipes, and your biting your lip looking at him in the same lust that he now had blazing in his eyes.

“Why is because its been 2 weeks Curtis that Im like this, you think I was implying it was just you needing some of that TLC Tonya was talking about?” Your hands cant help themselves, prying up his shirt enough to reach underneath the hem and sliding your hands over his stomach and chest, sure to curl your fingers and letting your nails slide slowly down over his nipples, along his pecs, sure to trail over his abs. He shuddered under your touch, and your legs part to draw him in closer, wrapping your thighs around his hips, letting yourself lean into him, tracing an ear with your lips, whimpering. “Fuck I have missed you Curtis Everett” You nip at his ear lobe, sucking on it.

This caused a slight rumble from his chest as he pulled in against where you were perched, and rolling your hips in against where his erection was achingly large bulge in his pants. Two weeks might not have been that long, but you was feeling it now in every way that counted and you were shrugging off your coat and dropping it, Curtis pressed up your shirt, impatient to tease you, he nipped on one hard tip already sensitive to the fabric. Dragging your teeth across your bottom lip and grasping his head to press him closer.

You start squirming, his mouth making your bra wet and clinging to your skin, his teeth still sharp through the fabric, whimpering sharply to get his attention, pressing your feet against the back of his thighs. “Curtis. Get. It Off!” you stressed about your bra, but he just tilts his head to tease the opposite side, a glance up of his blue eyes chuckling at you before he slid his hands up to finish getting rid of your shirt. “Impatient baby girl? I was having fun.” You give him a glaring look at his smug teasing one and go to take your bra off.

He caught your wrists though before you could, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Oh I will take it off when Im ready.... “ His hand going up your back and toying with the clasp but not releasing it yet. His head dipped against yours and he claimed your lips, in more of a bite then a kiss, your tongue daring to meet his, the only opening he needed to turn it into a strong heated kiss, he actually pulled you a bit forward in it, where you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep from falling off the pipework

Suddenly you felt his hand yank your bra away and a warm hand clasp around a breast, pushing and squeezing, you hadnt even realized he unclasped it in the first place. He sucked on the curve as he plumped it towards his mouth, dipping a hand to rub between your thighs, tracing that cored center that was covered in clothing, damn in the way clothing. You so wanted to feel those thick fingers just open you right up for him, plunging into you over and over till you came undone all over him.

“You all wet and messy down there baby?” A nod on your part, rocking your hip and groaning when you felt him push back so you could get some friction.Your starting to pant, and fist your hands into his coat so you could lever yourself further, and thats when your name, once more for the hundredth fucking time, it felt like in those two weeks, was called. No, fuck no!, your mind is crying out in frustration, and he curses much more louder at having your moment taken away. You give a soft cry when he moves his hand and clasps your thigh as your still jerking slightly to keep you seated on the pipework, and moving enough so your naked chest would be covered by his broad shoulders. “I know baby, just hold on.”

Hiding your face against his chest, you could feel the rumble start before he even yelled out “Shes occupied! Is this an emergency?” And the person looking for you paused, now seeing Curtis just beyond some of the pipework, glaring over his shoulder at them. “Errr- well no, not really, we were just-” Curtis cut him off right there. “Get the fuck out of here now. She will find you later... “ There was a pause and a wide eyed look, he turned on his toes and promptly walk away. Your hands smooth against Curtis chest, trying not to laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you peek up. Oh the frustration you were feeling was written all over his face. But a thoughtful look crossed. “Do you trust me?”

“Uhhh with my life yes, why?”

He reached down to yank your discarded coat off the floor and wrapped it around you, and then grabbed your other discarded clothing. Pressing a shoulder to your midsection, he lifted you off the pipework with a clasped hand over your ass, making you laugh and try to twist enough to look him in the face. “Curtis! what are you doing?” You duck your head to keep from looking at people you two were passing. Not that it mattered, everyone knew who you were. He seemed to be looking for an empty lower bunk, and he dropped you in one, skittering back as he followed you in.

There was no slowing Curtis down, he slipped his coat off. “Take your coat off, mines bigger” You did as he asked, unsure why. Nervous as anyone walking by could probably see you, he shrugged his off and draped it around you, yanking off his shirts and balled them up to toss them in the corner of the bunk. “Pants off” He directed and you worked them down, falling back to kick them off. Kneeling before you, his hands clasped around your waist and he fell back, dragging you to straddle his chest, your hands slapping against the bunks frame work to keep from falling forward. “Curtis!” you exclaim in surprise, and he shifts enough to get himself comfortable.

“I want you to ride my face.”

“Ride your face?!” You tried tightening your thighs at the idea, but his shoulders are firmly wedged between your knees. “I would suffocate you.”

“Babygirl, your not going to suffocate me. Its going to make you feel so good. Didnt you say you trusted me?” his tongue darted on his lip in anticipation, blue eyes flashing for you to take the challenge, to trust what he wanted. You worked your own lip, nervous, intrigued at the idea. He splayed out his coat you were still wearing, making it so you two were tented. Curtis though got a full view of you, from how you were seated. Your wet little pussy pressing against his chest, your stomach tightening, although you had nothing to worry about, to your breasts, so perfect in the way the fit his hands, how responsive you were to his tongue. Fuck you were beautiful, and all his. Always will be all his. A smirk flashed up at you, and his hands cupped your heart shaped ass, sliding fingers around the curves and pressing against your cheeks. “Come on babygirl, let me taste that pretty little pussy, let it just soak my face.”

You bite your cheek, and then nod, arching up to shift closer and hover over his face, still nervous about what hes asking for. But once you committed, he guided you in closer and before you could pull back, he buried his face into your pussy, giving a deep swipe through your slick folds where you had been so close to coming last time. “Oh-OH!” you huff and look to find anything to grab onto, lifting your arms above your head to grasp the metal frame work. His arms fold over your thighs to keep you from lifting away from him, and actually press you down onto his face harder.

There was thick long licks filling your entrance and up to flick his tongue against your clit, swirling figure eights around the swollen bud till it was driving you mad, then sharp bite would tug on it, swelling further, teasing more till a gush of arousal would flood you, making him groan in appreciation. The hairs of his beard would burn your folds, scratching the tender skin. You couldnt pull away if you wanted to. Fuck you didnt want to, he was making you feel uncontrolled bliss, your hips rolling to follow his tongues strokes.

He moved his hands, moving from your thighs to dig into your lower back and continue pushing you down on his face. Muffled, but you still heard him say. “So fucken good sweetheart.” The compliment, and that particular curl of his tongue filling you along with the plunge of fingers curling in a come hither motion when he added that extra stretch, stroking your overly tender channel made your eyes roll back, and you fought some of the pressure he had on your back from his remaining splayed hand, his hold was relentless, and you fucked his face cause that was all your body was capable of doing. There was no holding your self back, crying out his name. “Curits Oooh god!”

Humming underneath you, Curtis didnt hold back, enjoying every bit of you, from the way your pussy flooded in arousal, the roll of your hips slicking across his face, to those tiny mewls and squeals when he licked at a particularly delicious spot, and you would clench yourself around his fingers. It was sloppy, messy and Curtis was all set to be doing this again with you.

“Curtis- ah, baby. Fuck.... “

Another curling lick and several deep pumps of his digit in your tight hole.

“Mmmhhh yes baby?” He muttered before circling your clit once more, dragging his tongue over it and sucking the button between his teeth, rolling gently to hear you whine once more and reach down to clasp his head, pressing him in tighter.

“Oh sonofabitch” your words are whined out, run together in a lust filled cry. “Baby, I cant hold back anymore...”

You could feel him chuckling underneath you, his hand shifting from your back and sliding to find your breast, squeezing firmly to help you along. You grab your other one, the firm sting bringing you higher. “Then what are you waiting for, let me have it.”

You panted, you grind on him, at this point you were all about reaching that snap, and Curtis was fine helping you along, finding your g-spot, he rubbed the pads of his fingers across, it, lapped at your juices dripping and was sure to pay attention to your clit once more, teasing that little trigger bud. Chanting his name helped, maybe it was your way of telling him that you were his, you had no idea. It just fell from your parted lips, and gasping breaths. Your anchor from flying much to high. The man was bringing you to burn in your orgasms flames, but his name was your anchor to keep you safe. You allowed to waves to rock your body in quakes, his hands embracing you to keep you from falling. You squirted, several times, and diligent he cleaned the mess before easing you back a bit, and moving to a sit, cradling you in his lap.

You felt like liquid bliss in his arms, supple and content, maybe even a bit tired, although in your opinion he did all the work. Curtis hand came up to wipe his face clean, his beard though, still glistened from your mess, and honestly that just made you feel so damn sexy knowing that. You blush slightly, thinking about what you just did, and he grinned, feathering kisses across your face. “I dont know about you babygirl, but I really enjoyed that”

“Yea Curtis that was.... that was intense.” You admitted, stretching out your arms and rolling your wrists to stretch out. Your whole body just felt so content in that moment, wrapping his coat a bit further around you to keep yourself hidden from any passerbys. This wasnt the safety of your bunk. There was no curtain to hide the two of you away, although there was an abundance of shadows, and his black coat did well in keeping the two of you out of sight. Quiet though... well there was no real way to keep quiet.

“Im voting we do that again soon.” He is tilting your face to meet his and he kissed you slowly, you moaned softly at your taste now flooding you now, it was sinful, and you were loving it, rubbing your body against him, licking and sucking on his bottom lip, you pulled back and bit your lip. Curtis roamed his hands over your body, settling against the swell of your hips, loving how affectionate you were, that he was able to turn you on and satisfy you in any way you needed. Curtis was sure to see the flare of red in your cheeks, and the hushed whisper as if you were worried someone would hear you.

“Do tell why we never did that before” you thoroughly enjoyed it, and your hand found his erection pressing into his pants, forming your palm around him and stroking through the fabric. You were rewarded by his shuddering form, and a hiss between his teeth as his jaw snapped shut. After all he made you feel good, very good... it would only do to return the favor. Curtis let his head fall forward, the sensations riddling his body. Something so simple as your touch could bring so much pleasure. The slightly squeeze of your palm cupping around him made him throb, ache, need.

You leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh Curtis, so big.” Nipping on his jawline and breathing in against his skin. It was a comforting feeling, your lovers hands so possessive holding onto your hips and the way he grew, hard, how whole body rigid just from your touch. He had the power over you, and you had the power over him, and how you loved giving him this kind of bliss, when the world would narrow between the two of you, just for a little while.

Dragging your tongue along the pulse of a vein in his neck, just a little more pressure, a little more friction causing his deep rumble from his chest making you squeeze your thighs together excitedly. He had rumbled frequently in a similar fashion when he was eating you out as a man starved, your hands moved up from his erection to tug on his pants. It was then another voice called your name out, the tone stressed as it searched you out. Your eyes lifted to meet Curtis, and his darkened gaze snapped in frustration, cursing out. “Son of a fucking bitch... “ The tight grasp he had on your bare hips loosened and went to tug his jacket wrapped around your body closed to cover your nakedness, and he moved to sit on the edge of the bunk you two just happened to be occupying to block the majority of the view behind him.

Curtis rubbed at his head, and his gaze sought out the woman further down, looking and asking for you, pausing at random people, her words hurriedly rushed only to meet with shaking heads and shrugs. He could tell she was a bit scared, a bit panicked. Great. Behind him, your hands slipped on his back as you curled up behind him, looking over his shoulder to see the same thing he did. “Curtis we have to help her” Your words were soft in his ear, and for once he wanted to ask, why? We dont know her... But instead he barked out a “Hey! down here” and she rushed to you two. “Oh thank god... please, its my son. I dont know whats wrong with him.”

You can see the panic riddling her face, how could you say no. “Of course, give me five minutes... Kathy, right?” you say, your hands still rubbing against Curtis back to calm him, you could feel him still on edge from playing earlier, from getting interrupted again. Kathy nodded and you smiled reassuringly. “Bring him to the medic area, Tonya might be there.”

You watched her rush away and you nuzzled Curtis neck, kissing softly before puling away to put clothes on, Curtis fell back, cursing once more under his breath. “I swear to fucking god, one day were going to have a room, with a fucking steel door.” That made you chuckle softly as you clasp your bra back on and tug on your shirt, moving to lean over him and nipped his lips, mummering against them. “Why steel? To keep everyone out?” you pulled back away to grab your panties and pants to tug them on. He smirked as he tipped his head back further to watch you, flashing him a nice glimpse of your ass, the wiggle making him rub his palm against his chest, spiking his heart rate. “Keep them out, maybe keep you in more like.”

That caused you to arch a brow at him and move over to the edge, sitting next to him to put your boots on. “Good luck with that handsome.” you shake your head while leaning down to wrap the shoestring around the boot a few times and tie it in the front, then double knotting it. You straighten out and pat his chest. “But you can try, I will let you have that.” Your about to get up and his hand catches you gently.

“I will be by in a few, m’kay?” He pulled himself up to sit, and looked behind to grab his shirt he had ditched earlier. Nodding as you go to a stand “Take your time, Im sure its nothing. We will pick this up later, dont think Ive forgotten I owe you a little something something” You teased as you got up and left him. Curtis watched you head down and groaned as he reached behind to get the coat you were wearing earlier, wrapping his hand in the still warm fabric, shrugging it on with a soft smile just for himself thinking of how much you had enjoyed yourself. Giving a slight whistle that was out of character for him, he went to go check on another matter.

Entering the medic area, you reach your hands into a bucket of water and give them a quick scrub, looking over at your patient. His face was drawn, dark circles under his eyes and his hand was pressed against his stomach. You are sure to smile at the boy when he looks at you, and you go to kneel before him so your level with him. His mother, Kathy fretted nearby, but you focused on the boy.

“Hi, my names Y/N” you hold out your hand as you would with any adult to shake hands. He glances at it a moment, and slips his smaller one in yours. Giving a pump, you drop it. “Your mom tells me your not feeling good, wanna tell me about that?”

His hand went back to his belly, and he took a deep breath, turning green, the look of being about to vomit crossing his drawn face. Oh damn! You move to get back up and take his hand. “Over here quick” You lead him to the sink and he drops his head in. Your hand rubs his back while he gags into it, Kathy coming up behind the two of you. “Jacks been that way all day, there isnt even anything left for him to toss.” You nod and once the boy finishes heaving under your hands, you bring him back to sit down on the edge of a bunk. “How long you been feeling this way Jack?”

He looked so dejected before you, humping forward a bit as he leaned his hands on either side of his legs, pressing them against the mattress, and his shoulders pulled in and together. “Since last night...”

“Did you eat or drink anything unusual Jack?” You questioned while searching him, your fingers brushing along his face, searching his eyes, feeling his forehead. He felt warm, but that could be caused from him just upchucking and heaving. Giving a shake of his head, you eased him to lie down. “You eat just your protein bar, did someone give it to you or did you pick it out of the wagon?”

“No mom got it for me” Which Kathy nodded to confirm.

“Its just easier if I go then having him wait in line, they know Im a parent so the guards dont give much of a fuss when I take two or three bars. It was just like any other time, I grabbed two off the top.”

Listening, you turned back to Jack and had him open his mouth to see if it was discolored. Afterwards you secured a bucket to be near the bunk, you had suspicions as to what was going on, how easy would it be for them to mess with there food and water supply. Certainly not wanting to cause Kathy to panic, you pull up a blanket around the boy. “Kathy, stay with Jack and I will be right back” Excusing yourself, you looked both ways trying to figure out where Curtis was, biting your lip in indecision until you saw him heading your way. Twisting to head his way, the smile on his face was a rare occurrence and you didnt really want to take it away. “Hey babygirl, just coming to see you.”

“Curtis, we got a problem I think.” You pull him off to the side for a second of privacy, spitting out what you walked into, getting to the last part. “I think they are putting poison in our food”

“Well hold on, are you sure Y/N? I mean, so far its just the one case.” He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “If we think our food is getting poisoned, its going to cause panic.”

Maybe you were jumping the gun, your arms folding over themselves and you glanced back towards the medic bay, biting your lip. You could be over reacting. The moment of indecision was soon taken away from you, Curtis could see that it was a battle behind your eyes, and his fingers grasped your chin, making him look at you.

“Wait a few days and see if there are anymore cases. If there is, then we will discuss as a group with Gilliam.”

You nodded, of course. It made sense not to cause a panic.

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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A Simple Life

Tw: death mention,food mention,thunder mention.

Ok to rb

Death Sat on the bench.

Unknow to the humans around him, he was but a shadow, he sighed and envied the simplicity of the humans life.

They were born, grown , had offsprings and off they went.

Some dont decide to have children and move on with their life.

He wished he had that simple life.

Now,nobody would sit right Next to him,the aura around him was enough to Keep the humans away.

Everyone, except for her.

The horsemans head snapped at the human, who seemed to mind her bussiness as she Ate a sándwich.

A part of him cooed, how she lived normaly, how unaware of the being sitting right Next to her she was.

She moved a strand of brown hair off her face as she finished her lunch,leaving only a piece of ham, and crumbs to give to the birds.

And death panicked as his familar,dust,sat there, on her lap munching on the ham piece.

He tried to tell the bird to fly away,but it did not listened and cuddled on the humans lap.

--Lovely bird...whats his name?-She Turned to face him, and the horseman jumped on his Seat,she could see him very well,her own emerald eyes was meeting his.

He tried to play it off and ignore her,but she didnt gave up--its okay if you dont want to talk, but its a lovely bird--she Petted the crow who in return flied away and came back with a shiny rock--oh thank you

At this point death was freaking out, and tried to shoosh his familiar who then bit his fingers.

The human smiled and kept on petting the crows head.

--Whats...whats your name?--He asked to her.

--Jerico, yours?

He bit his lip under his mask, and sighed--Im...im death

He thought shed ran away, or be scared, all she did was shrug--cool name

--Youre not afraid?

--Why would I be? The only death I fear is my own,and you had the chance to take my life before I even finished my lunch,so I guess youre not here for me

She was Smart--your guesses are correct..

--Then what are you doing here?

--Admiring your kind..., humans...have a simple life...one I wish I had

The bird sat on his owners shoulder and rested there, as jerico put a hand on his and gave it a light squeeze--I hope one day you get that simple life

--Is practically imposible....

--But theres always hope

--Hope is for your kind...not mine

He thought that with that shed leave,but all he got was her taking his hand,and looking at him,with a concerned expression.

He could see in her eyes the way her heart ache for him even If he just met her.

--Theres always hope for everyone, you know?humans....we just tend to cling on it, hope,its something that give Us strenght...maybe you think its dumb,and I get it, but when you hit rock bottom theres nothing else you can do but to go up, you know?

Death nodded with a stern grunt as his eyes focused on the humans in the park.

--Anyway...I should get going...--she stood up and her warm hand left his-- nice meeting you death

He said nothing,he let her pet his crow and saw her leave, his mind lingered on her touch, it was soft, tender and warm.

Night Fell, the wind rocked against the Window and it threatened with a storm,the first thunders were heard as the moon was hid by the dark clouds.

Jerico rested on her bed,asleep.

She heard her Window open,Someone had snuck in, she grabbed the first thing she could,a heavy book and punched the assailant square on the jaw with it.

Her eyes adjusted to the dark and freaked out.

--Death! Oh my god im so so sorry!--She helped him up as the horseman rubbed his hand against his jaw.

--You have a strong punch...even with the book...--He said.

--What are you doing here?

--Not even I know, the way you treated me today, its something I havent felt in milennia,and there was something that kept calling me to you...I hope you dont mind...

Both sat on the bed and she snuggled closer to him,clearly cold.

Her warmth made him jump slightly, his arm wrapped around her waist pushing her closer to his side--Do you want some tea?--She asked.

He thought for a moment and nodded--Thank you

She went to the kitchen and in some minutes she returned with two cups of tea.

Both Drank it in silence, as death thought his Next words carefully--what is it you humans do...Whats the Word for it....ah yes, I think its called...cuddles?

Jer tilted her head--You want..to cuddle with me?

He looked away--Forget it...it was dumb...I shouldnt had come here in the first place...im sorry to bother you...

Before he could leave she yanked the horseman back on the bed and gave him his half empty cup.

--You dont bother me,I was just making sure

He sat there,and kept drinking, he thanked the absence of lightning so she couldnt see the blushing that spread to the point of his ears.

After finishing their tea, jerico sat on his lap, and he fell back first to the comfy bed.

The fuzzy soft blankets smelled like coco and vanilla,jeri rested ontop of his chest, as her hands ran through his hair.

He hesitantly took off his mask, he felt her hands stop running through his hair, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, as a way to thank him for trusting her enough to take his mask off when she was present.

His clawy hands rested on her waist and kissed the top of her head.

He...he could get used to this.

Her hands softly ran down his face to his chest, and he felt her lips creep up his neck with kisses.

From all the affection,death felt like he would melt, with her right hand she caressed his cheek, and her lips went up his jaw, stopping at his chin.

Shes about to back off when his hands Cups her left cheek, and pulls her closer,a thunder cracked and for an instant he could see her beautiful eyes, And she could see his face.

--Youre very handsome--jerico said as she leaned in.

Death, not knowing how to react,stutters--t thank you..--the gap between their lips was unbearable,so they pressed them against eachother, melting in kiss of wich neither wanted to pull out of, her free hand mad invisible patterns on his left pectoral.

His free hand squeezed her waist.

Sadly she moves her lips away, gasping for air, and kisses the tip of his nose and then his forehead,he kisses the palm of the hand that was cupping his cheek.

Then she rests her face on his chest.

The horsemans chest felt warm, his breath was broken as his hands rested peacefully on her Lower back.

Her legs hug his waist,and he could hear her steady breathing.

He could also feel her heart beating, something that made his eyes feel heavy.

He tried to battle it,but failed as dust covered them both with the fluffy covers.

The calming smell, her heartbeat, the feeling in his chest.

Before he could fall asleep he opened his mouth to say --Thank you-- and something he didnt know hed say to anyone, his voice cracked as he pronounced the words-- I love you...

He felt it and he meant it, he fell asleep with a small smile tugging at his lips.

This is the simplicity he longed for.

And maybe he could get used to it

#self insert #self ship #my f/os #self shipping #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #f/o #f/o community #f/o fic #death

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the-everlasting-dream · 5 years

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The Revelation - Chapter 17

A/N: THEY KISS OK? AFTER 17 DAMN CHAPTERS. And theres some fluffy fluff too.

Word Count: 5260

Warnings: Language, panic attack.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around herself, hands rubbing her triceps to induce some warmth in them as she made her way through the snowy courtyard.

It was all too much.

The music, the laughter, the crowd of people staring at her like she was livestock on display for sale. She couldn’t do it. They expected her to don a facade like them, to laugh and socialise like the duchess she was supposed to be, waive off the if the entire accident as if it hadn’t happened. Instead of the American Sweetheart the press had spun so skilfully, here standing before the was a broken woman, half a shell of what she used to be, trying to convince herself more than anyone that things were fine when that was the furthest thing from the truth. Their eyes, their expectations pressed on her from all sides as in turns came to greet her, shaking her hands and kissing her cheeks, their well wishes and niceties thinly veiling the disapproval and dissatisfaction at the woman who had emerged after the accident. It clogged her lungs and filled her throat, capturing her breath and holding her captive as it all built and built into a tremendous crescendo that threatened to break and wash away whatever grip she had on sanity. So she did the only thing she could.

She ran.

Gathering the shirt of the much too fancy ballgown Hana had dressed her in, Elizabeth awkwardly sidestepped an incoming lord, twisting quickly to move out of his way. She’d yet to gain full control over her limbs since the accident, her reflexes not as fast as they should have been in causing her shoulder to clip a waiter as she stumbled by, the force completely upsetting the tray of champagne flutes he was carrying. The loud crash and tinkling of shattering glass drew all eyes to her, and murmurs of disapproval sprung up from the crowd, exactly the thing she was hoping to avoid Babbling an apology, she’d bunched up her skirts and fled the room.

Above, the heavens thundered their disapproval too, freezing the tears as they slid down her cheeks. Elizabeth swiped at them with the back of her hand before peering out into the snowy landscape, trying to make out where she was. Panic flared up in her as she failed to recognize her surroundings. The light was fading to almost nothing, blanketing the whole area in dim light.

Stifling a gasp, she turned in a full circle trying to get her bearings, trying not to let the feeling of helplessness overwhelm her. What had been a good idea to get away from the prying eyes was proving to be fatal if she could not find her way back now. Glancing down at her feet, hope sprung up in her and she resolved to follow her footprints back to the castle but her flimsy plan was foiled as the clouds gave way to their contents, raining down thick snow that quickly covered the landscape around her.

As she struggled forward, her dress snagged on hidden object hidden under the gradually growing snow. The wind picked its cruel song, whipping at her hair and face until she could barely see.

‘Help.' Her voice seemed to shrivel in her throat, lost to the howls of the wind as she stumbled forward. Something caught at her ankle and she sank down to her knees, unable to summon the strength to get up again. In fact, it felt much better to lie down instead.

I’ll just lie down. Thats a good idea. Just for a minute. Just a minute. As Elizabeth closed her eyes, the last thing she saw before she faded out of consciousness was a dark shape on the fringe of her vision.

A loud crackle snapped Elizabeth back to consciousness and she blinked slowly once, twice as the wooden beams of a roof above her came into focus. Her other senses kicked in too, the smoky scent of a fire tickling her nose, her hands shifting to feel the downy material of a mattress beneath her. A soft glow to her left identified the crackle as the sounds of flames where a large figure was sat before it, a wickedly long rod in one hand. It took a moment before panic surged through her as she tried to scramble to her feet but her legs wouldn’t cooperate.

‘Wh-Where? Where am I?!’

She managed to push herself onto her elbows on the small bed she was laying on as the figure whipped around and closed in on her. Letting out a small scream, Elizabeth reflexively threw a hand up to brace herself in case of a likely attack. Instead of the iron rod connecting with her body like she expected, she felt gentle hands steadying her as her companion made calming sounds.

'Richmond. Elizabeth it’s okay. It’s me. Its Drake. You’re safe now,’

Hands smoothened over her hair soothingly and slowly the panic drained away. Finally she found the courage to peek past her forearm.Sure enough it was Drake, silhouetted against the warm light of the hearth, concern written across his handsome face.

‘D-Drake?’

‘Its me Richmond,’ his voice was soft and comforting. 'I’ve got you. Its okay.’

At his words, she sunk gratefully into his arms, clutching them as if he was her only tether to the mortal world, taking deep breaths of relief. In return he rubbed her back gently until her breathing calmed down a little.

'I’m going to have to put a bell on you. Or a leash or something,’ she heard his deep voice rumble from where her ear was pressed against his chest. He smelt like pine and leather, familiar and strangely comforting.

‘W-what happened?’

‘You ran off. Into a snow storm no less. The Lythikos variety are particularly tough. Not the smartest thing to do.’

‘And you found me..?’ She asked, picking her head up as she put the pieces together. ‘You brought me here?’

Drake nodded, studying her carefully as she processed that information.

’Thank you.’ She said after a long moment.

He shook his head. ’'S nothing.’

Elizabeth took in his appearance, still in his suit he’d obviously run out after her immediately. His white dress shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and open at the collar, a bit of chest hair peeking out while his blazer hung drying in front of the fire. How did he still look so attractive?

Realising she’d been staring much too long, she cleared her throat. ‘So where are we?’

Drake gestured around at the small cabin. ‘Olivia’s guard house. On the edge of her estate. It was too far to make it back to the mansion so I thought we could crash for the night.’

‘And the guard?’

‘On holiday. Probably.’

An awkward silence stretched out as she nodded weakly. A sudden shiver wracked her body, sending a chill through her chest as she wrapped her arms around herself.

‘Oh crap. You’re probably freezing in that outfit,’ Drake nodded to her navy ballgown. ‘I was gonna, ah… but that wouldn’t have been appropriate.’

Elizabeth felt her cheeks heat at his meaning but he was right. Staying in the damp dress would only make her sick and a cold was the last thing she wanted. ‘I’ve got a slip on under this. I don’t suppose Olivia's guard has a spare pair of pyjamas hidden anywhere here huh?’

‘I wouldn’t count on it,’ Drake muttered as he got up to do a quick search before coming up apologetically empty. She looked at him in askance as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, thinking.

‘Here take my jacket. You can wear that while your dress dries if you want..?’

Seeing no other alternative, she accepted the jacket from Drake who dutifully turned his back while she changed, glad to get out of the heavy material of the ballgown.

‘You…uh can turn around now.’ Elizabeth felt her cheeks heat up as his eyes inevitably found hers, raking over the way the blazer hung from her slim frame, the satin slip cascading down to a few inches over her knees.

‘Suits you,’ he gave her a half smile as he reached for her dress, spreading it out before the fire before retaking his place at the low bench in front of it. Elizabeth stood behind him, debating what to do for a moment before settling down next to him. Realising she was still cold, he retrieved a blanket and settled it over her shoulders, giving her a small smile as they continued to warm themselves.

‘You don’t have to do this, you know..’ she said finally, still staring into the fire.

‘Do what?’

‘Take care of me.’ ‘I’ll always take care of you Richmond.’

‘It’s rotten work,’ she mumbled bitterly, so softly he couldn’t have heard it.

‘Not to me. Not if its you.'

Elizabeth picked her head up to see him staring intently at her. The longer they held the look, the more earnest his face grew while tears sprung to her eyes. Not wanting to cry again, she dropping her gaze. ‘You don’t know what you’re getting into Drake.. You say you want me, you say you want to be with me but being with me is a full time carer role. M-maybe before the accident… it would have been...’

That hurt too much to think of.

She cleared her throat, finding her voice again, trying to emulate the cold calculated tone the doctor had used. ‘I’m not like that anymore. I’ll need continuous physiotherapy sessions for the rest of my life, I’m at high risk of seizures for now which means I can hardly be left alone for long periods of time, I get mood swings and headaches and I’m on more medication than some people have in their life. You say that now but when it gets hard, that’s what its gonna be like and... you’re gonna get bored and leave.’

‘I promise you I won’t.’

‘You will. You should.’

‘Do I look like a liar?’ Drake fixed her with an intent look that she couldn’t bear to hold.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled eventually, pulling the blanket further around her shoulder. ‘It's just hard to believe that someone would want me.’

His bare hand enveloped her smaller one, prompting her to look into his eyes. ‘I want you. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll take care of you Richmond. You don’t remember but I made that promise to you once and I intend to keep it.’

Sitting so close to him, she could feel the heat radiating off his body, warming her own. She searched his face for a long time, trying to find the answer to the questions swirling inside her.

‘Why?’

‘Why what?’

‘Why are you so intent on keeping it? You are a good looking guy Drake. You could have any girl out there. Why me?’

He ruminated on that for a moment, his voice soft when he answered. ‘I tried. I tried to forget you. And you’re right, there are other girls out there but none of them are you.

‘I’m not the same Elizabeth you used to know.’

Surely he had to know that. Elizabeth swallowed, feeling the weight of her past self weighing on her chest. If he expected that girl again, he was going to be sorely mistaken.

Drake was shaking his head. ‘I’m not the same Drake either. I was a grumpy, bad tempered guy who had given up on the world, thinking if he hated it enough, it might hate him a little less. My life changed the moment you walked into it. You pushed me out of my comfort zone, challenged me, encouraged me, supported me. You gave me a chance when no one would Elizabeth. So I’m asking you now,’ he wrapped his other hand over hers, his dark eyes gazing into her own. ‘Can you do it again?’

Elizabeth stared at him, searching his face for any sign of anything that would deceive her, instead she found only honesty and the slighted bit of hope brimming. She was scared, her flight response kicking in but for the first time she fought it. Her memories though fragmented spoke for themselves. He was nothing but devoted and kind, funny challenging, all the things she was attracted to him. I fell in love with him once, surely I could do it again right?

Her head seemed to answer her as she nodded slowly, her heart fluttering at the way his face lit up at the gesture. Maybe this could be the start of something great…

Again she felt that magnetic pull like she’d had that night at her duchy, between board games when he’d made her a s'more in front of the fire. This time she didn’t fight it, scared out of her wits at what was happening but realising she wanted this more. Ever so slowly, their lips drew closer and closer until they were but a hair’s breath away, noses gently brushing as he waited, waited for her to make the move, giving her the option to back out if she wanted to. Giving in to the undeniable attraction in her, Elizabeth felt her eyes tilting shut as she pressed her lips to his, slowly, hesitantly and her heart leaped when Drake reciprocated, his lips moving over hers in a soft, sweet kiss that warmed her more than the fire ever could.

His hand came up to brush her cheek gently as they parted for air, both breathless, not quite believing what had just happened. She gave him a small smile, words unneeded now, the twining of her fingers in his enough to communicate how happy she was in this moment.

Feeling completely at ease for the first time in a long time, Elizabeth leaned her head against Drake’s shoulder, both of them basking in the afterglow of the moment.

Eventually she let out a yawn she wasn’t expecting and Drake shifted.

‘Ok its bedtime. You’ve had a big night.’

Too tired to argue, she nodded as he lead her to the bed, peeling back the covers before settling underneath them, as heavy as her eyelids were, something registered in her brain.

‘Where are you gonna sleep?’ She asked, fighting back a yawn.

Drake glanced uncertainly at the small cabin. ‘I was…uh… I was just gonna take the floor.’

‘Oh…’ Elizabeth was quiet for a moment before venturing,'We should huddle together.’

Drake’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. ‘Wh- You mean..’

'Y’know for warmths sake,’ she replied, trying to make her voice sound casual despite the hammering of her heart. Still she didn’t take back the offer.

He studied her for a moment, wondering if she was serious before giving in. 'Yeah… for warmth’s sake.'

She rolled to her side, facing away from him and felt the bed shift as he got next to her behind her, his body tense.

A small silence lapsed before she dared to turn and see him perched uncomfortably on the edge. 'You can move in a little more if you need. Its a small bed.'

‘Oh…uh… It is a small bed. Do you have enough space?’ His voice sounded so much richer so close to her ears.

She felt the heat of his body at her back. 'Yes. Do you?'

'I’ll manage.’

‘Ok… Goodnight.’

‘Goodnight Elizabeth.’

Before she even gained consciousness, Elizabeth felt something wrapped comfortingly around her wait. She breathed in deeply, not wanting to wake up from the deep sleep she was in. It was the best sleep she’d had in a while and she shifted a little, determined to squeeze in every single minute she could. When she did however, she felt something oddly… her pressing against her ass. Her eyes shot open and she gave another experimental wiggle to see if she had been dreaming. No she hadn’t and the hard thing poking into her actually pushed back, digging into her now. Turning slowly, dread built up in her as she found Drake’s sleeping form next to her.

Oh god did we…

Head still cloudy with sleep, she panicked and tried to scrambled up onto to find his arm pinning her down. She heaved it with all her strength, more than she expected and the last thing she saw was Drake’s eyes shoot open before her force caused him to roll off the side of the floor.

‘Wh-' His cry of pain as his body thumped on the floor shocked her out of her sleepy trance.

Elizabeth gasped, clapping a hand to her mouth as she wrestled with the blankets briefly before peering over the edge. Relief flooded through her to find Drake fully clothed in his shirt and dress pants, rubbing his hip in pain.

‘Goddammit,’ he muttered.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply before her eyes slipped down to his crotch where he had an impressive case of morning wood. Following her gaze, Drake’s face flushed bright red before he grabbed at the edge of the pillow to cover himself. Despite herself, Elizabeth couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as he stumbled to his feet in the direction of the bathroom. She took the time she was alone to explore the small cabin and by the time, Drake had come back out, she placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of him, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

‘Black right?’

He gave her a small grin. ‘Yeah.’

She watched him take a deep appreciative sip before asking her question. ‘Did we stay like that the whole night?’

He lowered the mug, watching her carefully. ‘I guess we did. Is… is that okay?’ ‘It was nice,’ she replied, surprised to find herself actually meaning it. Another pause filled the room before Elizabeth giggled.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘Nothing. I’m just..’

Drake rolled his eyes but the reddening tips of his ears gave him away. ‘If it makes you feel any better, you’ve seen it before.'

Elizabeth’s eyes bugged out in surprise as he had the gall to wink at her. He took another sip before blowing out a long breath.

'So what do you want to do today? Storm’s cleared so we can head back if you want to..’

Her light mood dropped as the prospect of going back to reality and facing everyone at the castle after her blunder came sinking back in. Drake must have picked up on it as he jumped in.

‘Hey we don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. We could… get out of here.’

Elizabeth looked at him in curiosity. ‘Where would we go?’

‘Leave that to me Richmond.’ He winked again, a gesture that she was really getting acquainted with.

By the time she had finished in the small cramped shower, Drake had returned from Olivia’s castle with a change of clothes for her. Feeling refreshed, she emerged into the porch to see him leaning against the side of a sleek black Lexus.

‘Is that your car?’

He snorted. ‘Do I look like the fancy pants type?’

‘I pictured you to be more of the beat up old-faithful pickup truck type.’

One side of his mouth picked up. ‘Not half bad.’

Soon enough they were driving along the highway as Drake fiddled with the radio station until the sound of classic rock filled the car. Elizabeth turned to him with a raised eyebrow. ‘Really?’

‘What?’

Her answer was to switch to a smoother more relaxed song. Almost immediately, Drake switched it back, controlling it from the steering wheel. ‘Driver’s choice, Richmond.’

‘Given that you’re not telling me where we’re going, I think I get this one.’ A flick of her finger changed it back to her music and he finally conceded. Elizabeth’s eyes went back to the road, watching the rolling green hills of the Cordonian countryside fly by. She glanced back to see Drake taking peeks at her, and gave him a shy smile.

‘Wanna play a game?’

‘Sure.’

’20 questions?’

‘Fire away.’

She thought for a moment. ‘Dogs or cats?’

‘Dogs. Not competition. Cats are snooty. Tea or coffee?'

‘Milkshakes.’

He gave her an amused look. ‘What kind?’

‘Choc mint.’

Drake’s face immediately screwed up in disgust. ‘Ew.’

‘What’s not to like about it?’ She protested. ‘Its got chocolate, its got mint.’

‘Exactly. Mint belongs in toothpaste and gum, not in food.’

‘You have terrible taste Walker.’ She shook her head at him. 'If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?’

Drake thought for a moment, rubbing his chin with one hand. Elizabeth sucked in a breath as the sun hit his dark hair bringing out the copper strands. He is so handsome. The moment was lost when he finally answered, ‘Australia. Been wanting to see what that laid back life is about.’

‘You’d love it. All singlets and bare feet, you’d fit right in.’

Drake glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips. ‘You picturing me in a singlet Richmond?’

Elizabeth blushed as he flexed an arm teasingly. ’N-no..’

He let her squirm for a minute more before asking his next question. ‘Favourite movie?'

They swapped questions, some funny, some deep, some outright ridiculous that left her laughing until she was breathless. Finally Drake pulled up to a dirt carpark and killed the engine. Elizabeth glanced around in curiosity, not understanding where she’d been taken to. It just seemed like an ordinary carpark to her. Her door opened and he offered her a hand as she climbed out.

‘Are you sure you know where we are? Because I have no idea.’

‘Relax Richmond.’

Elizabeth watching him wink again as she scurried after his long strides. She smelled it before she saw it. A fusion of sweet, spicy, tangy and other things she couldn’t identify. Following Drake as he rounded a corner, she found herself on the fringes of a bustling festival of some kind. The smells she’d detected earlier came from rows of colourful tents where vendors served out steaming hot plates of food, to her left a band played on the stage and the sounds of laughter and merriment came from the games area where fair games of all kinds were set up. A bray of a donkey alerted her that there was also a petting zoo set up in the far corner.

‘Told you to trust me.’ Drake’s eyes were on her, a slight nervous smile on his face as he awaited her approval. Elizabeth opened her mouth to answer but her stomach beat her to it, growling loud enough to make him chuckle a little.

‘Lets get some food in you.’

Encouraged by Drake to try whatever she wanted, Elizabeth ended up with multiple plates ranging from ash reshteh to kim chi to pizza. She swung her legs in happiness as she dug into her meal, watching the fair-goers around her until she glanced back at Drake who had his own bowl of feijoada.

‘How did you find this place?’

He shrugged casually, 'I have a way of finding interesting places to eat.’ She gave him a shy smile and together they finished the rest of their food, him helping where she’d taken too much.

‘Wanna check out the rest of the fair?’

Elizabeth nodded enthusiastically, eyes already on her goal and she grabbed Drake’s hand and set off in the direction of the petting zoo. It wasn’t until they were standing in line that she realised her fingers had wound into his. Glancing up at him, they shared a smile as a warmth bloomed in her chest as she guessed was in his. The opening of the gate to signal their turn interrupted the moment and Elizabeth stepped into the small enclosure.

‘They have a goat!’ She immediately rushed over to the small animal before beckoning Drake over. ‘Look!’ The kid nuzzled her hand affectionately before butting its head into Drake’s leg. They spent the next half hour in the small pen, cuddling everything from lambs to chickens to ducklings that had been born a week ago. Elizabeth glanced up at some point to find Drake seated in the hay, a small brown rabbit in his big arms as he gave it a scratch behind the ear. She couldn’t help herself and crouched down beside him, mustering up her courage to press a kiss to his cheek.

His head picked up to look her, eyes dancing. ‘What was that for?’

She shrugged, blushing a little. ‘I’m happy.’

Drake’s grin grew and he was about to say something when the loud voice of the zookeeper signalled that their time was up. They made their way over to the games section, somewhere along the way her hand finding his again as they observed the variety of games on display. Before long, Drake’s shoulder was nudging hers.

‘Wanna try?’ He nodded towards the a tower of bottle was stacked up to be knocked down by small wooden balls.

After paying the vendor, Elizabeth stepped up to the table and measured up her target. Her hand-eye coordination wasn’t the best and she managed to nick the top bottle before it wobbled a little and toppled over.

‘Not bad,’ Drake commented, already holding another ball. His attempt saw the left side of the tower come tumbling down with only three bottles left standing.

‘Knock them all down and you can get one of these here plushies,’ the vendor reminded them.

Drake handed her the last ball, watching her hesitate. ‘Just aim for the middle, that should do the trick. ‘You can do it. I believe in you.’

Elizabeth looked at him nervously then at the bottles then back at him. He nodded encouragingly as she took a deep breath, wound up and threw the ball. It hit slightly off centre, knocking two down while the last one wobbled and wobbled.

‘C’mon, c’mon,’ she muttered under her breath, clutching Drake’s hand. At long last, the bottle toppled over and she let out a gasp of delight. ‘I did it. We did it!’

‘Yeah you did,’ he replied, kissing her cheek. Still giddy from the win and his touch, she stepped forward to pick out her prize.

‘Whats that meant to be?’ Drake queried, nodding to the white mass in her arms.

‘Its meant to be a marshmallow,’ she answered, with a small smile, hoping he would get her meaning. They shared a smile as his hand found his way back to hers and they picked their way through the rest of the fair. They stopped by the drinks cart for Drake to get a soda for himself and a milkshake for her — chocolate mint — before he lead them in the direction of the car.

‘I had a good time today,’ she told him as he started up the engine.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

The sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon when the countryside turned to city scape and the roads got more familiar. As they neared their destination, Drake grew quieter and quieter, his face slipping behind a mask of something she couldn’t read. During another long silence, Elizabeth glanced over to see him obviously debating something within himself. Unable to read him, she shifted in her seat and gathered her courage.

‘Drake?’

‘We’re almost back at your place Richmond.’

‘Is everything okay?’ She watching him blow out a long breath as the doubts built up in her, clenching her stomach.

‘Richmond…’

‘Yes Drake?’ She sat up straighter, he was obviously about to tell her something.

‘There’s something I gotta tell you,’ he eventually said, shifting in his seat as they turned into the driveway of her Atlantean mansion.

She lay her hand atop of his big one. ‘You can tell me.’

Drake glanced at her, mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words and she have his hand a reassuring squeeze. ‘Richmond… Elizabeth I need to tell you-‘ Drake tore his eyes away from hers to slam on the brakes.

Elizabeth barely had time to throw an arm out to stop herself from slamming into the dashboard before a sudden flash of light enveloped her vision. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced up to see a crowd of figures around the car. Her heart rate picked up as another light flashed. The figures — the reporters — carrying cameras had surrounded the car, their eager voices melding into a din. Her chest tightened as they pressed against the car from all sides, faces peering through the tinted windows as her claustrophobia kicked in. Beside her, Drake swore loudly. ‘I had no idea they would be here Richmond. I’ll get you out safely.’ He left her alone in the car, shielding his face from the cameras and fighting through the throng to get to her side of the car. As soon as the door opened, Elizabeth was overwhelmed with shouting on all sides as the reporters jostled each other to get a view of her panicked face. Her breaths started coming faster and faster quickened, her chest expanding and contracting irregularly as Drake all but dragged her behind him. Her limbs refused to cooperate with her, eyes growing more and more unfocused as the din spiralled out of control. Her heart was hammering in time with the pounding in her head from where the crowd pressed her against him.

‘Duchess Richmond! Can we get a picture?’ Someone shouted, followed by a blinding camera flash.

'Duchess Richmond can you comment on your relationship with Drake Walker?’ One yelled.

'Are you two back together after his responsibility in your accident?’ Someone else called out.

‘Get back you bastards!’ Drake shouted, shielding her with his body.

'Mr Walker can you confirm if Lady Kiara was the one you cheated on the duchess with?'

'Are you sleeping with the man who watched you fall off the cliff Duchess Elizabeth?’

Elizabeth’s heart lurched in her chest. What were they talking about? She couldn’t bring her mouth to form a response as Drake bodily shoved a few of them aside in an attempt to get to the front door, wrenching it open and pulling her through it. Behind him, her legs gave out and she collapsed right there in the entry way, visibly shaking at what had just occurred.

‘Drake… Drake…’ Her voice was barely a croak.

‘I’m here Richmond. I’m here.’ His brushed his hands over her face and hair, rubbing her shoulders to calm her down.

‘What —‘ She paused as a wave of pain rolled through her head. ‘What were they talking about? You cheating…?’

‘Oh Liz,’ his voice broke. ‘I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.’

Panic flared up in her brain, heightening all her other emotions. ‘W-what do you mean? Are they telling the truth? Di-di-did you watch me fall in the accident? Was it your fault?’ She searched his face, fighting to focus her eyes, willing it to be untrue, hoping that all the horrible things she had just heard were false.

‘Elizabeth I’m sorry,’ Drake clutched her hand he was holding to his heart. ‘I didn’t… I meant to talk to you so many times. I just… Will you hear me out? Let me explain?’

‘Absolutely not!’

A new voice pierced through her brain. Elizabeth looked up at the new figures who had entered the room and were standing formidably over her and Drake.

She gasped out raggedly, struggling to find her voice.

‘Amma? Paatti? What are you doing here?’

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Sad Song (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: I am sorry this took long and I hope by the time I wrote and post this you are no longer sad anon. Inspired fully by Sad Song by We The Kings and also because I'm feeling sad and emotional tonight. And its a bit short, sorry. Just about 5k+ long. Sorry if its a bit ridiculous since Im a bit rusty now. ahaha

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"I love Taehyung..," her teary brown eyes blinked once. "I... I sincerely love him and I cant live without him,"

Y/N look at the beautiful idol standing in front of her whose eyes is filled with tears, trying hard not to blink her tears. She dont know why the girl is crying when she should be the one bawling her eyes out. Y/N keeps looking. Looking at the girl who is telling her, no, confessing to her that she is in love with Kim Taehyung.

Her boyfriend of 8 years, Kim Taehyung.

"W-why are you telling me all this?"

"Y/N... I know," she released a heavy breath. "I know you know about us. About me and Taehyung. And trust me Y/N, its never my intention to hurt you,"

Y/N almost scoffed at her statement. Not her intention? And so what? She should received a medal for that?

"Y/N... I love him. And I am not going to ask you to leave him. Or to give him to me. Nor do I want to steal Taehyung from you. I just really love him. I fell in love and I cant live without him,"

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Y/N... I know its not possible to leave Taehyung. Someone like him.. how can anyone lose him? Especially you, who have been together with him for so long," she took a step forward and Y/N immediately took a step back.

The girl sigh.

"I dont want to fight with you. Or be on a bad term with you Y/N. I love Taehyung and you know he loves me too. But there is no doubt he also loves you. So I guess... what I'm trying to say is... can... can you share a piece of his love with me?"

"What?"

"I want to share his love with you Y/N. I want to share Kim Taehyung,"

/////

"Does she make you happy? As happy as I used to?" Y/N's voice quiver as the question leave her mouth, afraid of the answer. Her back might be turned fron looking at Taehyung, but she can feel his sharp gaze bore through her back.

"Y/N... can you please atleast look at my face?" His deep voice soften as she heard him walked forward, his warmth closing in. "Please?"

Y/N didnt budge. How could she face him when her heart is breaking.

"Y/N..." Taehyung reached out and turn her around, lifting her chin to look at him.

"J-just tell me Tae..," her voice barely above a whisper.

"I dont want to lose you Y/N. I love you. You know that," Taehyung sigh as he carressed her face softly.

"How about her?"

"You know I love her too..," Taehyung admit softly, not wanting to hurt her more. "But I dont want to lose you Y/N..." he repeated again, making his point clear.

Y/N doesnt understand. How can anyone says he love someone and another at the same time? How can that sacred feeling be torn and shared into two? Is it possible? Is she the one who is the selfish one, the stupid one, to reserve all her love for just one special person?

For Taehyung?

"I..." Y/N looks down. She wanted to say no. She is going to tell him that its over. That he cheated. That he betrayed her love, their love of 8 years and fell in love with someone else. That he hurt her. That his request for her to accept all this is selfish and just plain ridiculous. She wanted to scream, hit him, curse him and just cry until she cant anymore. But as her mouth is about to open, her eyes lifted and it fall straight into Taehyung's brown ones. His familiar brown eyes. His eyes that is filled with memories and love. His eyes that make her fall in love in the first place.

"Good morning princess," his beautiful smile greeted her as she opened her eyes. "I cant believe I am going to wake up to this face from now on until forever," Taehyung whisper and kisses her, making Y/N giggle with surprise.

The first day they moved in together.

Their first day to forever.

"I love you Y/N,"

"Why?" She turns and faced him. She will never be tired of looking at his handsome face.

"No specific reason princess. You are just my everything. With you I feel alive. Without you I feel empty, lonely. Without you I am not a whole. You are the melody in my life. The rhythm, the emotions, the lyrics, everything," Taehyung tuck a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. "You Y/N. You are the song to my life... and without you.. well, without you I am just a sad, lonely song,"

Y/N smile as her heart fluttered wildly. Taehyung is her life, her love, her everything. And the way he looks at her right now, she will give up everything to see it forever.

"And you, you are the song to my life too Kim Taehyung, and I promise, I will make it a happy song forever,"

"Y/N?"

Y/N was brought back to reality at the sound of his voice. Her cheeks already dampen with the tears she didnt even realized has rolled down her cheeks.

All the things she had rehearsed in her head earlier, all the things she wanted to say to him disappeared. It hurts, but she cant do it.

Taehyung is her song.

And what is her life without a song?

"I... Tae," Y/N looks at him. "I love you so much Tae. I'll do it. I rather share you than lose you. I'll do it,"

/////

Y/N doesnt know how this works. How it should work. Are they both his girlfriend now? Can Taehyung really love them both? Can Taehyung be fair? Is she allowed to be hurt? Is she allowed to cry? Is she supposed to ignore all the marks on his body or the many nights he didnt come back?

How does this work?

Y/N will never understand.

Its even worse when the two of them are an idol and she is just an ordinary girl living a normal life. In the public eyes, Taehyung and Maysaa are the number one couple eventhough Taehyung belong to Y/N first. She wanted to tell everyone that Taehyung is hers. That he belong to her first. But she cant. Their relationship ear never made public and it seems it will never be now.

No girl should ever see her own boyfriend kisses another girl so openly.

No girl should ever see her own boyfriend goes on a date with another girl so openly.

No girl should ever have to come back home to sit in the living room crying while her ears are filled with the sound of her own boyfriend making love to another girl so openly.

And no girl should ever hear her own boyfriend say I love you to another girl, and mean it.

Pain and hurt is an understatement with what Y/N is feeling everyday. Maysaa is a friendly girl and she never deny Y/N's right towards Taehyung. But how friendly can a feeling be towards a girl who begged you to share your boyfriend with her. Towards the girl you have to see kissing and hugging your boyfriend in public everyday? Towards the girl who you knew you boyfriend love, care and adore?

Y/N cant deny that Taehyung tried his best to be fair. To make her happy, to make her feel love. He takes her out on dates, secret dates, on days that he is off schedule. They still spend their time cuddling at home while having a domestic movie night, or soend the night cooking and just talking to each other, just like they used to.

And their nights together...

Their nights together is still as passionate as before, although Y/N had to pushed every single thoughts about Maysaa and what Taehyung most probably did with her too.

Does Taehyung look at her with love as he lay her down too?

Does Taehyung kiss her softly as his hands strip her off her clothing?

Does Taehyung whisper those soft I love yous as he thrust into her?

The pain is there, oh, how itd always there, but Y/N like to believe that their love is stronger. Afterall, Taehyung is her song, and she is Taehyung's. They have something special and it will stay that way.

Their endless night together whenever Taehyung is off schedule proof that their love is still just as strong as before when weeks later Y/N start to feel nausea, fatigue and suffered endless vomitting. The two blue line on the tenth test she took that day finally confirmed what she has been suspecting.

But will Taehyung be happy? Or angry? What about Maysaa? How does this whole thing works now that shes pregnant with Taehyung's child?

She should be happy, ecstatic even. She is having a baby with the love of her life. That someone that she always wanted a family, a future with. That someone that she love with all her life.

That someone who is another person's boyfriend to the public.

After contemplating for a week, Y/N decide to finally tell Taehyung. Whatever his reaction is, Y/N swear she will do whatever it takes to protect her baby. The little human in her tummy is her priority now.

Never would she have thought that Taehyung's face would break into a grin and scooped her up in a huge hug, swinging her around.

"Y-you are not angry Tae?" Y/N asked after her initial shock.

"Angry? Princess why would I be angry?" Taehyung laugh. A loud, joyful laugh. "I'm so so so happy princess! I'm going to be a father, and the baby is going to be perfecr because princess, you are the mother! I love you so much princess," Taehyung's grin grows wider, if that is even possible, and kisses her softly. "I promise princess. I will take care of you and our baby. Theres nothing to be worried about Princess. I love you,"

/////

"Arghhhhhhh!"

"Whats the problem now?" Hyera looks up from her phone as Maysaa enters their dressing room and throw around everything everywhere. The other group members are already used to the spoiled maknae's behaviour.

"That bitch is pregnant!"

"Which bitch? Theres so many bitches in our life. All of you included," Mia, another band member laughs as she point to the others. Maysaa roll her eyes. She has no time for jokes! This is serious. How can Taehyung make that girl pregnant?! She dont even think that they sleep together. Yeah sure, Taehyung slept with her, of course he should be sleeping with that girl too, since they are supposed to be "fair" and what not. But she didnt think to the point of making her pregnant! Is Taehyung going to love her less when she has the baby?

"Taehyung's whore! Who else!"

"Okay... and the problem is?" The other girl sound confused. "She is his girlfriend isnt it. I mean.. you came out with this weird ass arrangement to share the dude, which I found to be ridiculous and stupid. And I know you skipped sex ed and all, but having sex and being in a relationship does make one pregnant,"

"And look at Taehyung. Hr is a hottie!Who doesnt want him as a baby daddy?" Hyera add on and giggle, making Maysaa more fired up that her sisters are not seeing the seriousness of the problem.

"Urghhh guys! This is serious! She cant be pregnant! I never even thought she would agree to this arrangement in the first place! But with this happening... What if Taehyung love me less once the baby is born? I cant let that happen! I cant lose Taehyung. I cant!" Maysaa is getting hysteric. She is scared. Losing Taehyung is something she cant ever imagined!

"Okay. Okay. Jeez, calm down," Mia roll her eyes. "So what are you planning to do?"

"I need to get pregnant too,"

"What?!" All eyes turn to her. They are a group of uprising idol right now, and having one member pregnant, especially the maknae, will definitely slow down their rising success.

"Relax, not real pregnant. Fake pregnant!" Maysaa happily cheered, as the others gave her confused looks.

"Eloborate please,"

"Well, I just need to tell Tae that I'm pregnant too, but I still want to keep it from the media. Then he will give his attention to me, because you know, hes so sweet and all," Maysaa giggles and the others scoff. "Then, right before the baby is supposed to be born, when Taehyung is already so in love with the baby, I will do something that will look like the bitch did something to me that cause me to misscarriage. Tae will hate her for killing his baby, and he will love me forever because I am just a sad girl who lost a baby! Great idea isnt it?" Maysaa squeal.

"Uh... thats just evil. But, how do you fake a pregnancy? How about your checkup and all? If Taehyung is as sweet as you say he is, he will want to follow you to those doctors appointments," Hyera questioned.

"Well... do you remember my doctor? Doctor Hua? The doctor who did all my three abortions in secret? Ill ask him to help. Its all set!"

"I dont know Maysaa... dont you think thats not fair to both Tae and Y/N?" Mia sounded worried. Maysaa glares at her sister. They are supposed to be on her side!

"I dont care Mia. Taehyung is mine and he will be mine and only mine forever!"

/////

"B-but Tae.. cant you stay with me for a while longer? I dont feel so good. I think theres something wrong," Y/N rubs her stomach, feeling uncomfortable. Taehyung leans down and kisses the huge bump. She is 7 months in now. Taehyung cant believe that he has two beautiful girlfriends, and both of them pregnant at the same time?

Taehyung cant help but grinned. He loves kids and now hes going to get two at the same time.

He admits its hard being a busy idol with two pregnant lovers, especially with Maysaa who is always needing his attention all the time. Because of that, he is grateful for Y/N. Y/N always gives in to Maysaa. Going to her checkup alone and handling most of her pregnancy alone since she knows Maysaa needed him more.

Y/N is great and Taehyung told hinself over and over again that he will be needing to make it up to her soon.

"I'm sure its nothing princess. Maysaa just called, shes craving some strawberries. I just need to get those and give it to her. Ill be back okay? You understand right princess?" Taehyung stroke her hair softly. Y/N is beautiful, inside out. Everytime Taehyung looks at her, he falls in love with her all over again. He sometimes regret his desicion with Maysaa, for hurting Y/N along the way, but what can he do? Maysaa is pregnant with his baby now, there is no way he can ever leave her. And Y/N is so understanding, he sometines forget that she gets hurt too.

Y/N sighed. Of course its Maysaa again. She rubbed her bump. Something is wrong, she can feel it. But she cant tell Taehyung that. Because he doesnt know. He only goes to Maysaa's appointments, and never hers. He didnt know the problems and the pain shes having. He didnt know how she cried alone at nights, which is almost every night, sleeping alone in pain because Taehyung needs to attend to Maysaa.

Pregnancy is supposed to be the happiest month for a couple. Sharing moments and experience with their partner. And she guess Taehyung is experiencing it, only not with her. All her joys, the baby first kick, the baby first move, and all her pain, she jottee down in the scrapbook.

Maybe one day she can share it with someone who wanted to know.

Y/N sighed again.

"Of course Tae. Go attend to Maysaa. I'll be okay," Y/N gave a small smile. Taehyung kisses her forehead and went off to find the strawberries.

A few minutes after Taehyung left, a knock was heard on her hotel door. They are both following Taehyung on tour now, since he thinks its a good idea to bring them both togethet. Thinking it was Jungkook, she ask the person to come in. Y/N and Jungkook has become closer now since Taehyung spend most of her time attending to Maysaa's pregnancy needs.

Y/N's smile drop the moment Maysaa appeared in front of her door, making her way to her bedside.

"Hi Y/N, wheres Tae?" She asked, smiling.

"He went out to get your strawberries Maysaa. Anything I can help you with?" Y/N asked with a straight face. She usually will control her expression and put on atleast a small smile, but not today. Today shes in pain and Taehyung is not here to help het because of this girl stupid strawberries.

"Wow, whats with the hostility? Cant a baby mama come and visit another baby mama?"

"Im sorry. I didnt mean to be rude. Its just that Im in a bit of pain right now," Y/N rubbed her bump. Maysaa srunched her face on annoyance. She hates it when Y/N say anything about her pregnancy, well because it only remind her that hers is not real.

"Oh really?" Maysaa asked, not at all showing interest.

"Yeah. Its a bit painful. Uh.. do you think Tae can stay with me tonight? I think.. I think I might need him tonight," Y/N looks at Maysaa, hoping she would be considerate enough.

"Uh no? You know how I need shoulder rubs at night and how I throw up every night Y/N. You know I need Tae!"

"But Maysaa. I really dont feel-"

"You are not the only one pregnant Y/N!" Maysaa have had enough. Taehyung is hers, cant she see that?

"But Maysaa, please. I-" Y/N placed her hands on Maysaa, trying to asked for her sympathy when Taehyung ealks in and saw her hand on her.

"Hey baby? What are you doing here? I looked for you in your room. I got you your strawberries," he smile, eyes wondering between Maysaa and Y/N, trying to figure out what is happening. They are just talking right?

"I was looking for you baby!" Maysaa giggles and hug Taehyung's arm. "Didnt know you went out,"

Y/N averted her eyes as her heart begin to hurt at their interaction. Calm down Y/N, Taehyung doesnt belong to you alone anymore. Taehyung notice Y/N's change of expression and move Maysaa's hand slowly off him, making the girl furious.

"T-tae? Do you think you can stay with me tonight? I dont feel good. I really dont," Y/N decides to ask. Maysaa cant believe what shes hearing. Did this bitch just ask Taehyung when she already said no?

"Uh..." Taehyung look at Maysaa who's already pouting. "I think you will be okay Y/N, right?"

Y/N sighed. The one time she really needs him and he cant even give her that.

"Yeah okay. Of course. I'm always okay," she tried to slowly get up from the bed. She was never this petty but shes really in pain right now. Whats the point of having a boyfriend if he never cares? Y/N is starting to regret her decision.

"Y/N, dont be like that princess please?" Taehyung look at her softly, trying to help her up but she flinched away.

"Be like what Tae? I only ever needed you once in seven months and you cant even give me that? I'm done. After this baby is born, I'm done Taehyung!"

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Princess, you know we will never be done. I'll never let you go!" Taehyung is freaking out. Why is Y/N saying all this. She wont leave him will he?

Too caught up with being worried, Taehyung didnt notice that Maysaa's expression has turned sour at his words.

How in love is Taehyung with Y/N?!

Noticing that Taehyung is about to reached out for Y/N's hand, Maysaa quickly thinks of something and as Y/N turns to shake Taehyung off, she immediately screamed in pain, clutching her fake baby bump, immediately catching Taehyung's attention.

"Baby?! Are you okay?"

"Y/N nudged me. Aww baby, it hurts!" She cried out, constantly rubbing her bump.

"What? I did not! Tae I didnt even touched her!" Y/N tried to defend herself but Taehyung is already glaring at her as he hugs Maysaa protectively.

"She did baby! She nudge me. She must be angry at me because you didnt want to stay with her tonight! Aww babyyyy it hurts," fake tears starts to roll doen her cheeks.

"Baby! Oh my god. Let me take you to the hospital okay?" Taehyung glares at Y/N again. "You better pray that nothing happened to her or the baby Y/N!"

"Tae, I didnt do anything! Cant you atleast listen to me?!" Y/N tried to suck in her pain and wiggle her way to reached out to Taehyung but he pushed her away, making her fall sitting down on the bed. Surprise and in pain that Taehyung would actually pushed her Y/N feel her tears rolling down.

He never cared when she told him shes in pain but when Maysaa said it he panic to this extend? What are you even to hjm Y/N?

Nothing. A song? Bullshit. Not even a sad song. Just... nothing. She is nothing to Kim Taehyung.

"Im taking Maysaa to the hospital," Taehyung hugs the girl, not even looking at Y/N who he just pushed. Right before they went out the door, Maysaa look behind her shoulder and smirk.

Y/N knew right then that nothing could ever fix her relationship with Taehyung again. No matter how much she sacrifice, Maysaa wins.

"You win Maysaa. You can have Taehyung, fully," was the last word Taehyung heard between sobs before he slam the door shut.

/////

"Theres a complication. You cant be stressed or do anything aggressive. At all. Remember that miss. At all! Any of that, and you might have to go into an early labour. And Miss Y/N... with your health condition, we strongly would advise to avoid early labour as it might cause yours or the baby's life,"

The doctors words repeat itself in Y/N's head as the pain in her stomach becomes unbearable the second Taehyung slammed the door shut.

"T-tae..." she tried to call out but the pain stopped her as she clutched her stomach. "N-no.. my baby!" Y/N starts to sob when her hand touched a wet and thick red liquid from her legs and stomach.

Bleeding. I'm bleeding.

Was the last word she remembered saying to herself before hearing Jungkook's voice calling out to her and passed out.

/////

"Its okay baby, I'm here. I'm here" Taehyung panics as he held Maysaa's hand tightly, who is screaming in pain. "I'll take you to the nearest hospital okay baby, dont worry,"

"N-nearest hospital? But baby I need to see Doctor Hua!" Maysaa panics the moment Taehyung help her into the car. All her cover will be blown if she is taken to another doctor!

Doctor Hua has make everything perfect. They did all the fake belly, the fake heartbeat reading and even a fake sonogram. Everything is going well. Shes supposed to be having a misscarriage soon and Taehyung will never know.

"Theres no time baby. Doctor Hua's hospital is far from here. The hospital Y/N went to is just here. Her doctor can help us,"

"Tae, no. I-"

"No buts baby, I'm sorry but our baby's life is in danger," Taehyung sped off and Maysaa kept quiet the whole drive there, brows sweating trying to think of a way out.

And it seems thats theres none.

/////

"You..." Taehyung growls, he cant even look at Maysaa's pretty face right now. "You.. fake this fucking pregnancy?! You fucking fake it?!" Taehyung screamed out as he threw the crying girl on the floor of the parking lot.

"T-tae let me explain!"

"Explain what?! That you lied to me for thr whole seven months? About pregnancy?! Fuck, I'm a fool!" Taehyung runs his hands through his hair. How did he ever get fooled for the whole seven months? How can he be so oblivious? No wonder Maysaa didnt want to get intimate at all ever since her bump shows. He thought it was hormones or something.

"Tae, baby please..." her sobbing never stopped.

"Why? Why would you even do this?!"

"I dont want to lose you Tae," she tries to explain between sobs. "When Y/N got pregnant I got insecure. Shes so perfect and nice and Im scared you will leave me when the baby is born!"

"You know what, she is perfect. She is! Shit, I ignored her pregnancy for the whole 7 months for you fake pregnancy?!" Taehyung start to realized. "All the pain she had to endure alone. The checkups and appointments, for you?! Fuck, I'm suing you. You and your fake doctor, I'll sue them all!"

"You can do anything Tae. But baby please dont leave me. I-I love you," Maysaa is desperate. How is she supposed to leave without Taehyung? She just cant.

Taehyung scoff.

"You think I'll still be with you? You selfish, lying, manipulative bi-" Taehyung raised a hand to give her a tight slap but it was halted when his phone rang.

"Tae? Where the fuck are you? Wheres Y/N? Is everything okay?" Namjoon calls him in panic, making Taehyung confused.

"Y/N? Shes at the hotel. I left her there when I took Maysaa to the hospital hyung. You will not believe what this b-"

"Tae, Y/N is not in the hotel and the floor is covered with blood. You are saying shes not with you?" Namjoon cut him off. And the mention of not in the hotel and blood, Taehyung panics. Did something happened to his princess? To their baby?

"W-what do you mean?" Taehyung raised his voice. "Hyung, tell me. What happened? Wheres Y/N? Go and look around for her hyung! And what blood? How much blood?!"

"A-a lot Tae. Like a lot, a lot," Namjoon's voice laced with worry. "Wait, Kookie just called Jimin. Maybe he knows where Y/N is," a mix of voice filled the receiver, making Taehyung more worried as he presses the phone to try to hear what they are saying.

"Hello, guys!"

"Tae! Kookie took Y/N to her hospital. Shes bleeding Tae. Sh-" Taehyung didnt wait any longer and ran across the parking lot to the hospital building, but Maysaa catch hold of his hand. God, he forgot shes even here.

"Tae, baby. Where ate you going?! We are not done yet!" She cried out, tears ran down her face without stopping. Taehyung growls and shake his hand loose from her grip.

"Dont fucking call me baby. Dont fucking even call me anything! I should have known you are no good! I shouldnt even start with you! I have to go,"

"Tae, no!" Maysaa kneels down and hugs his leg. "Please Tae, dont leave me. I need you!" She is sobbing hysterically now but it doesnt spark even a bit of sympathy in Taehyung. All he can think about is all the tears he had cause Y/N from the very first day he brought Maysaa into her life. Y/N is the one who need him. She has been needing him for months but he wasnt there. He chose not to be there.

Princess, I am so sorry. I'm coming princess. Im coming. Wait for me. I promised you. I promised that I'll take care of you and our baby. I failed.

"Let go!" He shake his leg loose. "We are fucking over Maysaa. I'll deal with you later. And if, if anything happen to Y/N, I swear I'll make you pay!" With that Taehyung rans off, leaving Maysaa crying on her knees in the parking lot.

/////

"A-at least," she pants. "I- I'm h-appy K-kookie," Y/N gave a small smile between her pain as Jungkook followed her as she was rushed by the doctors to the emergency operation room. A few minutes after Jungkook burst into the hospital, Y/N's doctor immediately take over and set her up for an emergency operation.

The baby has to come out now.

"Happy? How can you be happy with Tae-hyung being such an asshole Y/N? Stop this Y/N! He dont deserve your smile!" Jungkook yell through his tears.

"B-because I-I will make sure I'll deliver his d-daughter safe a-and sound Kookie," she smile with enough pain to break Jungkook's heart. Blood is still all over her clothes and the stretcher bed. "T-tell him... tell hi-"

"You will tell him yourself! You will be okay. You and your daughter will be okay!" Jungkook cried out. He dont know what is going on. All he knows is that Y/N is in pain and theres a lot of blood. Everywhere.

But the panic her doctor showed once he was informed told Jungkook that this is not just a normal pregnancy bleeding or anything like it.

What is going on? And why is Y/N acting like shes saying goodbye?

"I-I'm s-sorry b-but I-I wont Kookie," Y/N's hands reached out and grasp Jungkook's shirt tight one last time. "T-tell Tae t-that I w-wasnt a-able to keep his s-song happy forever, but she will. H-his d-daughter will,"

With that, Y/N hands grazed his shirt and hands one last time as she was rolled away into the operation theatre with one last tired smile towards Jungkook, leaving him standing alone, crying in front of the door.

/////

"Y/N?! Y/N!" Taehyung is breathless as he ran to the hospital room, slamming opened the door, followed by his five hyungs who is trying to catch up, after getting to know Y/N's whereabouts after a series of forcing and threatening to sue and hit every nurse downstairs, only to find Jungkook with a tear stricken face holding a crying baby girl in his arms.

"Y..Y/N?" Taehyung cant no longer think straight as he look around. "Where the fuck is Y/N Jungkook?!" He yelled when the maknae didnt answer.

"Y/N!" Taehyung yelled, frantically looking around, they said shes here, then where is she?! Jungkook ignored him, eyes fixed in the baby girl, a sad smile grazed his wet face.

"This is your daughter hyung. She looks just like Y/N," Jungkook's voice is so soft everyone almost missed it, snapping Taehyung out from his hysteric state.

His daughter?

His daughter with Y/N? The daughter that the two of them has been waiting for all this while? Shes finally here! But Y/N isnt here with them. She isnt here celebtating this moment with him.

Shes not here. And she will never ever be.

Taehyung took the baby from Jungkook's arms with shaky hands and carressed the beautiful, tiny face.

"Y/N asked me to tell you..." Jungkook sobbed. "S-she asked me to tell you, that she hope that y-your daughter will be able to keep your song happy, because she is unable to do it any longer," Jungkook wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt and start to walked out, stopping with his back facing Taehyung once he is at the door. "But honestly hyung, I dont think you deserve a happy song,"

Taehyung didnt say anything. He couldnt say anything. All he could do is hug the little girl tight in his arms as tears pours down, not showing any sign of stopping.

The little girl who is the only piece of Y/N left for him.

The only piece left of his song.

"You Y/N. You are the song to my life... and without you.. well, without you I am just a sad, lonely song,"

"And you, you are the song to my life too Kim Taehyung, and I promise, I will make it a happy song forever,"

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saizoswifey · 5 years

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I was just wondering about the entirety of it itself, I read it and my Japanese is bad so I hardly knew what was happening. Did Saizo's past get explained? Was there any excuse behind his actions?

Oh okay! I see, I see. I can give you a summary of the route under the cut. It’s been a bit since I’ve read it so hopefully I don’t forget too much or jumble anything lol.

Basically, we start off with Yukkins giving Saizo and MC both an omamori to show how much he loves them both. However, Iga is still pissed at Saizo and he and MC decide to leave Ueda. Yukimura is totally okay with this, telling Saizo as long as he doesn’t ditch MC he doesn’t care where they go. They just need to stay together.

However, there’s an upcoming battle Yukimura will be in.

They leave anyway and continue to travel but MC can see that Saizo is trying to hide how worried he is. They get to a town and they’re all in a panic about the battle approaching, saying that Sanada is losing so badly they’ve been pushed all the way back to the outskirts of this village. And they can hear sounds of battle in the distance. Saizo tries to act like he doesn’t care but MC catches him gripping the omamori Yukimura gave him.

MC confronts Saizo and tells him to just go already, Yukimura needs him. So he thanks MC, goes off and he saves Yukimura.

They all go back to Ueda and decide to stay. MC and everyone plans to go view the cherry blossoms together, even Saizo agrees to go. However, Iga isn’t letting up and Saizo isn’t even getting sleep because of the constant attacks, he’s just out fighting the constant mass of ninjas they send. Then pretending like nothing is going on in front of MC and everyone.

They finally tell him that Momochi is willing to forgive Saizo and stop the attacks if Saizo returns to the village. Thinking it over he realizes its for the best so he agrees.

MC and Yukimura, meanwhile, end up meeting in the middle of the night as they both worriedly walk in search of Saizo. They both admit they feel like Saizo is about to take off and run on them so they make a pact to meet up at the gate early in the morning and stop him together.

Early that morning Saizo sees them standing there at the gate and for a moment he’s happy they care that much about him. They both confront him and tell him he’s not allowed to leave, but Saizo tells them they’re stupid. If he stays, they’re all going to die. It makes no sense and they shouldn’t be so dumb to give up their lives. MC says she will die for Saizo if that’s what it takes to stay with him but in the end, he ends up leaving. Yukimura tells MC to go after him, and that it’s up to her to bring him home, he has a battle coming up and can’t go with her. MC promises Yukimura she will bring Saizo home and then she sets off after him.

After a long while of walking she finally spots him in another village. He tells her to go home and leave him alone but she just tells him she isn’t going home unless he comes with her. She keeps following him for a long while and she notes that while he doesn’t speak to her, he always keeps his pace slow and lets her know where he’s going even though he could easily just ditch her if he wanted to.

She sets up shop in a cave for the night and Saizo shows up to tell her that she needs to turn back, and this is the last time he’s going to speak to her. That he’s for real going to lose her now and he won’t be showing himself again. In the middle of their talking Momochi comes to the cave. He introduces himself as basically being Saizo’s father. Saizo protectively hides MC behind him right away. Momochi laughs and asks if this is the person responsible for the way Saizos been acting etc.

He taunts MC and asks if she even knows what Saizo did to his best friend. Saizo tells him to shut up, that she knows everything about him so he shouldn’t waste his time trying to scare her away from him. Momochi laughs and then says that even Saizo does not know. So Saizo is like what? And then Momochi laughs more and reveals that he was behind everything that happened in Saizos life, including the fact that he fabricated his friend betraying the village so that Saizo would kill him. That it was all to kill Saizos heart. At this point Saizo has a breakdown and MC is horrified. Momochi tells him theres no winning and no point to keeping people like MC and Yukimura around they’ll end up dead and tells Saizo to return then disappears into the night.

Saizo is basically shattered at this point and MC pleads with him not to go. Saizo puts MC to sleep and takes off.

When MC finally wakes up she’s groggy and Saizo is gone. She hurries after him in the woods but after a long while she starts to feel hopeless, she had no idea where the hell Iga is. Suddenly Kiyohiro shows up MC pleads with him, asking him to show her where the village is. He says that its basically walking into her grave to go there but she says she doesn’t care if she dies she has to get him back. Kiyohiro sighs and whispers to himself that if its her, she might be able to save him. He agrees to show her.

They get to the village and Kiyohiro tells her he can’t go any further, shes on her own. He’s a Hattori Hanzo village ninja and this is Momochi village, so its against the rules for him to enter. He points her where to go.

She walks through and is fucking creeped out because there are houses but no signs of life anywhere. Its absolutely quiet and empty looking. She gets to the mansion and enters. Finally finds a room where Momochi is sitting and Saizo is kneeling in front of him. When they spot MC peeking Saizo freaks out and asks how she got there and why she came. Momochi mentions it was Kiyohiro and then tells Saizo he needs to kill her just like he killed his friend. Because as long as she lives he will be weak.

There’s a flashback of Momochi telling young Saizo he needs to kill his friend. Saizo obeys and cuts his friend down in the rain. He stands over his friends bloody body and cries, asking why, and if this happened because he found a precious person he loved, saying “I don’t have anyone like that.”

Saizo refuses and then Momochi starts to attack. Saizo does his best to protect MC but he’s no match at all and MC watches as Saizo is slowly torn to shreds by kunai. Finally they get a chance and Saizo tells her they’re going to run.

They make it out of the village but Saizo is bleeding so badly and very injured, Momochi still chasing them. They’re both getting tired and MC tells Saizo to just leave her and go, she’s slowing him down. Saizo calls her dumb and says he will never leave her. They reach a steep cliff and Momochi corners them, Saizo tells MC to wait by a big tree.

Momochi and Saizo continue to fight, but Momochi is far, far stronger than Saizo. He laments how weak Saizo has become and says its because of his heart, still trying to convince him to kill MC and be done with it all. Saizo still refuses and MC can see that with all of the blood loss and exhaustion Saizo is moving much slower, there’s no way for him to win. Momochi laughs at how slow Saizo has become and then mentions that the poison is working.

Out of nowhere, they hear a familiar yell. Yukimura comes up fast through the forest in his battle gear, wielding his spear. All heroic and “sorry im late” LOL. Momochi says this is even better, Saizo can kill them both and be rid of everything tying him to his heart and emotions. Yukimura gets next to Saizo to fight. Even with both of them fighting, they take a lot of hits from the extremely strong Momochi. But in the end, Momochi ends up going over the cliff.

They get back to Ueda and they all view the cherry blossoms like they promised. Seeing Yukimura and MC happy among the blossoms Saizo thinks they are so blindingly bright and how they give him warmth and comfort.

Later, Saizo and MC are in the room together getting intimate and Saizo mentions that he isn’t a ninja anymore, he’s just a regular person now and he wants a family with MC if she’s okay with it. She says yes and they...ya know >.>....LOL.

The end.

(Oh this was the light end btw. In the shadow end, the poison from Momochi is about to kill Saizo and after they send him off of the cliff, Saizo tells them he’s going to die. There’s no cure and by the time they get anywhere to figure it out he will be dead. Yukimura says there must be a way. And after a moment Saizo looks at Yukimura and says ‘you need to cut off my arm right now.’ Yukimura is shook and obviously afraid and uncomfortable but steels himself and cuts off Saizos arm.)

#slbp #samurai love ballad party #saizo kirigakure #slbp saizo #saizo act 2 #spoilers #slbp spoilers #little lady speaks #Anonymous

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rogmeaddows · 5 years

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Part 2: Do you call my name?

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader // Roger Taylor x Reader

Concept: This is loosely based off of Letter to Hermione by David Bowie. You moved to London for a student exchange program in college. Met Roger there and ended up dating for 4 years only to break up once you moved back to the states for a publishing deal on your book. Now, 5 years later, you are married, work as a studio drummer (roger gave you a few lessons and you were actually quite good at it, started taking professional lessons and so it went), also are an author with one successful book, own a house in a boring neighborhood with your husband, and overall have a very steady life, and yet you are still deeply in love with Roger. When Queen comes to America for their tour, you and him meet again unexpectedly. It causes havoc in both your hearts and lives.

how I see the characters

Part 1

Warnings: (Angst, almost infidelity, drinking, alcohol, puke, long-term pining, cuss words, crying)

Word Count: 2,300+

After dinner you and Nathan went back to the house, waiting for Rachel and Joe to come pick both of you up to go to the party. As you search through the back of your closet trying to find clothes that would fit the outrageousness of a Queen party. You stumbled upon a box labeled “don’t hang up” opening it you find some of your mini skirts and a few dresses a lower cut than you ever thought you wore. At the bottom of the box however was a very dark red velvet dress that has long arms that sprout out at the ends of the arms. You squeeze into it just barley, surprised that it still fits and turn around to see yourself in the mirror. The dress has a very low cut and is even shorter in length, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. Your breath catches as you remember the last time you wore this dress, it was to one of Queen’s press release parties.

You were sitting in Roger’s lap making jokes about the state of the party and the people, and how the angry looks from the groupies was so familiar it was almost comforting. Snapping out of the memory you go to your bathroom sink and pull your messy (y/h/c) hair down from its tightly woven bun and throw on a little bit of eyeliner, just as you find yourself presentable your husband comes upstairs to tell you that Rachel and Joe are here, however he never gets to that part once he sees what you are wearing

“Hey (y/n), Rachel and- What are you wearing?” he asks in discomfort

“A dress?”

“Don’t think thats long enough to be considered a dress.”

“Well I thought, of all people, you would like it.”

“Well I don’t. I’m not about to go to party with my wife dressed like a-” just before he could say that last dreadful word, Rachel came upstairs asking if everyone was ready.

“Yes we are.”you say as your husband shoots you a death glare but left the argument where it lie.

Everyone then piled into Nathan’s car as he had already offered to be designated driver, as you all sat in the car Rachel just kept talking about how she had never been to a Rockstar's party and how you should’ve have told her that you knew Queen.

Once you got to the party, everyone in your little group stood out as they walked through door. Being surrounded by crazed fans, wild people, and wanna be rockstars, the only person out of the four of you who didn’t stand out was you.

“Do you guys wanna go get a drink?” Rachel asked everyone excitedly. But you payed no attention to her with the thought of getting to your long lost friends of Queen you quickly started searching the crowd, as you walked all three of them followed you like puppies to their new owner. Turning around and saying

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, you all should go get drinks and meet me back here. That okay?” you didn’t wait for conformation just quickly broke away from them hearing your husband grumble something angrily behind you. Just as you were trying to escape their gaze by turning down the nearest hallway you bumped harshly into a unknown very tall figuring, getting a face full of curly hair. It only took you a split second to figure out who it was

“Oh shit, I’m sor- Brian! Oh my god! It’s been so long.” his face lights up when he realizes its you, but then is followed by confusion

“(y/n), we’ve all missed you so much! But um- what brings you here? its been years since any of us have seen you.”

“I was at dinner with a few friends and when I went to the bathroom I ran into Roger, my friend Rachel came looking for me and after her having a little fangirl moment over Roger he invited us. Guess he couldn’t resist a chance to charm another girl” I say this laughing but in truth I was a little afraid those were his motivations.

“Well he didn’t tell any of us he invited you, Freddie will be ecstatic to see you! Here come on, we’re all hanging out over this way.” He put a hand on your back trying to guide you through the maze of people and just as you entered a room with a crowded with couches, chairs, and a table filled with an assortment of alcohol you saw John sitting next to Freddie on the coach; both of them giggling. The sight brought warmth to your heart, you truly did miss them over the years. Then you turn a see Roger with some floozy under his arm, whispering in his ear.For a second you were afraid none of them would acknowledge you, like they had all completely moved on and forgotten you. Then Freddie saw you and exclaimed

“(Y/N)! Darling, jesus it’s been forever.” he then ran over to you and gave you a hug saying

“Oh dear I love the dress, I remember when I helped you pick that out, still look just as gorgeous.”

“Aw Freddie thank you! And you look just a gorgeous as the last time I saw you, except for one thing. What did you do to your hair?” noticing his now short hair and frumpy mustache.

“Sharks have to keep moving my dear. Now are you going to stand there or are you going to party?” he then hands you a glass of champagne and leads you over to John and Roger. John stands up to hug you

“Oh wow, I’ve missed you. Band hasn’t been the same since you came back to the states.”

“Well my life hasn’t been the same since I lost touch with you guys.”

You sit down in a chair next to John and Freddie, completely unaware that Roger had stopped paying attention to the poor girl trying to kiss her way back into his head. Instead he just stares at you, at the restaurant you had looked so different, a dress blouse and a long black skirt and hair in bun. It was like seeing a stranger when compared to the girl he fell in love, but seeing your hair fall in your face when you lean down, your smile so wide, your dress ride up when you move legs a certain way. It was like he was being thrown back in time and then you looked at him and your (y/e/c) eyes brought something out of him he hadn’t felt in front of a woman in years. Vulnerability.

He stood up and walked over to you, completely abandoning the girl hanging off of him. He sat down in the chair next to you and said

“Well I honestly didn’t think you would except my invitation, figured you grew out of this what with your new…” he paused and looked down at the ring on your finger

“…lifestyle and all.” You looked at him, trying to see if he was poking fun or not.

“Well I guess you would be confused about the confines of monogamy, but turns out only being with one person does not keep me from leaving the house.” he laughs and seeing his face light up makes your heart swell in your chest. However thats when his arm candy comes over and gets one top of him, almost uncomfortably straddling him and immediately shoves her lips against him. The encounter is unnatural and almost makes you sick to your stomach. A reminder of the barrier that is now and always will be between you and Roger.

Not desiring to sit next to the wet sounds coming from the two in the chair you get up and walk over to Freddie who was now pouring vodka into a glass, at first you thought he was just making himself a drink but when you walk up to him he shoves the glass your way.

“Don’t act like you don’t need it love.”

“Oh Freddie, you know me so well.”

“I just know two yearning hearts when I see them.” you put the glass to my lips and throw my head back downing the clear liquid.

“I’m not yearning for anything, other than a good buzz.”

“Oh for sure darling” you turn to the table filled with various glass bottles, picking up the same vodka he had just poured you and filled the glass about two shots full. Downing that glass and grimacing at the horribly bitter taste you slam the glass down. Meanwhile Freddie is just laughing at you

“Come on lets go join the party.” You and him walk over to the three other Queen members as well as a group of people surrounding the band. As the night goes on you forget about the three people who you came here with, after more drinks and dancing to every song you can feel the effects that the alcohol is having on your stomach. Stumbling out of the room, trying to keep the walls from spinning while in search of a bathroom, you don’t notice the blonde drummer following behind you. You search hurriedly for the bathroom only to feel a hand grab your wrist, turning around to find none other than Roger Taylor holding onto you. That’s when a sense of relief flushes your body as he leans down and says

“Here follow me, theres a bathroom this way.” you just nod and hold onto his arm, pulling you towards a pair of stairs only a few feet to your left. Finding this new task to be the most difficult task you’ve ever been faced with you say

“Rogerrrr, I’m sorry I- I don’t think I can make it up.”

“Come on I know you can, do you really wanna throw up all over this floor.”

“I don’ know if I have a choice.” you feel the puke coming up your mouth and cover your mouth with your hand. Roger, seeing the urgency of this situation, scoops you up and starts carrying you up the stairs, then he pushes open the nearest door and right as you see the toilet you can no longer hold in and puke goes hurling all over Roger’s shirt.

He flinches immediately, but walks over to the bathtub and sets you down gently.

“Oh Roger- shit. I’m so sorry, fuck. I’ll clean your shirt.” you tried to stand but then stumbled and fell back into the bathtub. He walks over to you squats down

“I can clean my own shirt, okay? Don’t feel bad about this, I’ve thrown up on your clothes a hundred times.” he chuckles at the memory of ruining yoour favorite dress after a particularly hard show.

You wanted to say okay and for him to stand up and put his shirt under hot water and help you find Nathan so he can take you home. But instead you look at him, his face so close to yours, his eyes bright blue, his hair messy hanging in his eyes, the stench of alcohol coming from his breath. You look him in the eyes and say

“I forgot how much I liked looking at you.” his eyes flash with wistfulness and he small smile spreads across his face

“I forgot how much I like looking at you too.” you run your hands through his hair and move down to his cheek. His hands meets yours and he turns his head slightly, placing a kiss on your palm. You then pull your hand away and lean your head against the wall of the bathtub.

“How did we get here Roger?” its a loaded question, one that brings up countless memories

“I believe it was your inability to ever know when to stop drinking.” You laugh quietly and he stands up, pulling the shirt over his head and putting it under the faucet. You stare at his bare chest and remember a time when it was the most familiar feeling your hands knew. Now you can barley remember the ghost of it, willing your finger tips to replenish this memory. You stand up shakily, stepping over the tub and walking over to him. You wrap your hands around his hips as he scrubs the puke shirt. You both look at the each other through the mirror and tears spring to your eyes. He turns around to face you and you collapse into him, he wraps his arms around you and whispers.

“I feel it too.”

You look up at him, tears falling down your face and you see that he is close to crying. You can feel your throat close up and your chest tightens, both of you carrying the weight of lost time and love. Just as you lay your head back on his chest and a sob dares escape your throat the door burst open and a very surprised Nathan pushes his way in. You watch as his brain asses the situation and his eyes fill with anger. But he didn’t yell, he barley reacted. All he said was

“Find a way home.” and then slammed the door behind him. You try to chase after him, pushing the bathroom door open and watching him walk down the stairs. You run after him, barley making it down the stairs.

“Nathan, wait!” but he doesn’t turn around, he just keeps pushing his way through the crowd. You collapse in the crowd feeling sobs rake your body and a hand place itself on your back. You turn around to find Mary whom you hadn’t even thought would be at this party, she pulls you up off the floor

“Come on, I have a hotel room near here.”

Taking a cab to the hotel and trying your hardest to keep quiet n the backseat of the Taxi, Mary softly rubbing your back. You both ride silently in the elevator up to her floor and as you crash on the bed you say the first words you have said to her in years.

“Thank you.” those were the last words you said right before you passed out on top of the covers on her hotel room bed.

#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #ben hardy! roger taylor #ben hardy!roger x reader #rog #queen #queen band #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon

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dreamy-axolotl · 6 years

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The Vessel

Heyyyyyy heres some angsty Darkiplier, cause what the hell do i know about normal fics

someone made a theory that Dark uses a glamour to hide the appearance of a decaying body and i loved it, but i lost the source so

At least it’s not another TAZ haha haha (theres one in the works)

It was a normal room. One that any stereotypical house would have. There was a bed, a dresser, a mirror, a chair that no one sat in but was still there, and other simple room things. The room was not significant in any way, except for the fact that it was changing. Red and blue tendrils of light reached out, wrapped around the room, and left only grey in their wake. Once the whole room was monotone, they crept back to their origin.

Their origin, the body they belonged to, was ugly in every sense of the word. It stood in front of the mirror, staring into the sunken, shriveled face of a person who once breathed, who once talked, who once lived. The skin was grey and patches had peeled off and left holes. Almost all of the hair had fallen out at that point, along with the teeth. The body was barely holding itself together, and was destroyed beyond recognition. It was utterly, and completely, devoid of life.

Except it wasn’t. Something inhabited this corpse. Something moved it, charged it with its own energy, and disguised this grotesque appearance with something suave. Something that needed a gateway into the physical world to achieve its own goals. Dark. And the souls that made up Dark. He controlled this body now, stole it from its original owner and created a glamour of a urbane and trustworthy man. He looked like someone who could get what he wanted, by asking or by force.

Dark continued to stare, knuckles white on the dresser top. His shell was recovering slowly from a stressful day. He’d had hardly a moment to breathe, and now was his chance. His mirage had disappeared, and here he was, staring into a face that didn’t belong to him. He saw someone who deserved a better end. He shook their head, trying to clear his mind. At times like these, when his energy was too low, the voices resurfaced. The voices of… of Damien. And Celine.

His sight flickered, black edging around his vision, and suddenly he was pulled back, into the void, and split apart. The high pitched ringing, so familiar to him, magnified until it was almost unbearable. Damien was yelling unintelligibly, on his knees. Celine had her arms wrapped around him, trying to calm him down. Dark’s form reverted to a mass of shadows, barely visible with the surrounding darkness. Celine caught sight of him, and the red glow around her flared momentarily, before she turned back to her friend. She slowly unwrapped her arms as he calmed, still whispering, when suddenly he stopped talking. They both stiffened, and then turned.

Dark felt it as well. The ringing faded into silence, and then what seemed like a heartbeat was faintly heard in the distance. The third soul. He turned to see them enter the field of vision, and his form dispersed. He had to focus before bringing it back to him, and looked back to the soul. The newcomer glowed yellow, weakly. Light emitted from them like a candle flame, flickering in and out, dim but providing warmth. Damien rushed toward them, but faltered when he heard them call out. Although it was soft, it echoed around the void.

“No.”

They had hardly talked since the incident; hardly made an appearance. Now their light glowed brighter, vaguely resembling a human shape. Dark would have flinched if he still had the humans’ emotions. Both Damien and Celine did. The memories hit them hard, or one of them, at least.

“I’m not here to talk to you.” They walked toward Damien, laying a hand on the side of his face momentarily before brushing past him, toward Dark. Dark formed somewhat of a human shape as well, deciding, like them, to leave off a face. Blue and red faded into the background as yellow grew closer.

“Dark.” They spoke calmly.

“Yes?” He tried to make his voice as professional as possible, but something told him that they were the reason he was here.

The light glowed a little brighter, as if they were reading his thoughts, and smiling, but he could feel the sadness when they said, “You should find a new body.”

Instantly defense rose up, and Dark almost growled. They were going to tell him what to do? They weren’t strong enough, they didn’t own-

Oh. They did.

Dark cleared his throat, pushing down any emotion,“Why?”

“You don’t need this body. You don’t need me, and you don’t want me.” They stated it factually, but somehow the words stung, “This body is dead. Once you leave, the other two go with you, until they find their bodies, and I will be left to die. To be at peace.”

Dark wanted to argue so badly. He combed over their words for an argument, or for something to keep them attached to him. Then he stopped. He was an entity of something demonic. Something evil. This person was innocent, and had no ties to him other than being in the right place at the right time. Or wrong place, wrong time to them. But Dark still felt connected to them. The merging of souls into one vessel didn’t come without consequences, and Dark thought he could handle it. The darkest parts of each soul came to light and Dark used them as he pleased, but he never touched this yellow soul. Their emotions, their life.

It was their body. They were the original owner of the vessel, who came to a tragic end. Dark had felt their pain. He’d had to constantly push it back on bad days. The neck was manageable, but the gunshot… it sometimes felt fresh, and Dark could swear it was bleeding. Still fresh from their last attempt to stop any more bloodshed in that damned house-

He focused back on the light in front of him. He could almost make out their face. They seemed to smile at him. They seemed to do that often. Then they softly spoke again, “It’s been long enough.”

Dark broke at that, “I will… start searching for a new vessel. I cannot guarantee how long that will take. There are conditions to be met, but I’m sure you are okay with waiting a little longer. You will find the end you seek, I can assure you of that.” He formed a body again and reached out, caressing their cheek softly, “It is the end you deserved, all those years ago.”

They smiled once more, taking his hand in theirs and holding it between them, “You may be evil, but there is good in you. It might just be that human touch, affecting you, but you have done right by me. You are going to right this wrong, and that’s all I could ask of you. May you find the end that you seek, on this plane or the next.”

Dark leaned into the touch, and was instantaneously pushed back into the physical world. His eyes met the mirror, and he flinched. It was time. He created his mirage again, finding warm brown eyes and dark hair forming from the lifeless corpse, until his face was back to its performance-ready appearance. His shell was fully reformed, and he stared at his face a minute more, before letting the monochrome seep in again.

He headed for the door, but stopped with his hand on the doorknob when he noticed the ringing hadn’t come back yet. He stood still, then gently moved his hand back to his suit. While carefully straightening his tie, he searched for the light inside the void, and spoke into the empty room.

“You don’t have to wait anymore.”

The silence enveloped him for an instant, before the ringing rushed back in.

#darkiplier #wkm da #wkm celine #wkm damien

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xkanekitoukax · 6 years

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[this memory | touken mini fic]

This is so interesting to think about. What if Kaneki had been taken into the CCG and pretended to have lost his memories to protect those he knew. He still became Haise Sasaki, his fight with Arima had changed him, but Ken Kaneki is still in him. He’s just playing a role because he has to...until he comes across :re...and something happened to Touka...

And I’m sure you wanted a simple answer @mimigerb23, but that never happens with me. Welp.

[this memory | touken mini fic | 2,217 words]

When Haise walks by :re, the aroma escaping from its front doors hit him like a lightning bolt. He immediately stops dead in his tracks and his whole body tenses.

This particular coffee smell flooding his senses triggers memories he had pushed far back into the recesses of his mind. Because they were too painful. Too delicate. Too real.

They were memories of a life he left behind, a life that should remain left behind. To keep everyone safe.

But this fragrance...

Touka-chan.

Haise --no, Ken-- can’t push himself to ignore this scent. His body won’t let him. Not when she’s this close to him.

After three years...

Ken suggests to Shirazu and Mutsuki that they stop for a coffee break before heading back to the CCG and they agree to it. They honestly will do whatever their mentor wanted to do. That’s how dedicated they are. That’s the loyalty of his “children”.

He has to remind himself that he has a new family. An eclectic and yet deadly family that he has bonded with. And the thought of him ever leaving them...pains him.

When they walk into :re, the aroma hits Ken harder, so much so it makes his legs weaken. The shop itself is warm and welcoming. It’s so much like Anteiku, yet so different at the same time. But it feels like home.

The corner of Ken’s mouth twitches.

There’s only a handful of people in the shop. A couple at the counter and a group of three at a booth in a corner. And then theres Ken’s group that easily find a table almost in the center of the shop. Shirazu is quick to compliment his surroundings, something Mutsuki agrees with.

They both look over the menus neatly placed in the the center of the table as Ken’s eyes continue to wander the coffee shop. The coffee smell was too distinct. She had to be here. Somewhere.

But then Ken sees a familiar face. Yomo-san. He had come from the back of the shop, carrying a tray of clean dishes and set them on the counter before his head lifted and his eyes settled on the new group of people who had sat down.

Yomo’s eyes widened only slightly when he saw Ken. He did recognize him and Ken swallowed hard.

Ken knew he had changed a bit physically. He had put on a bit more muscle and may have grown an inch or two somehow, and his white hair now had a black patch in the center of his head. But it was still him.

“Hey! How many times do I have to tell you to greet our customers.” Ken heard her tell Yomo, but her eyes had fallen on him.

Touka’s eyes widened a little, just as Ken’s did as well.

Touka-chan...

Her hair was a bit shorter, fluffier and there’s was a blue hue to it, but it remained parted and still covered the right side of her face, something he never quite understood why she hid her face. She was so beautiful...

Just like him, there were small physical changes, but she was still very much the same Touka Kirishima he knew--

“What a cute girl...” Ken heard Mutsuki comment, breaking his train of thought.

“Yeah.” Ken thought out loud, still keeping his eyes on Touka who was now walking up to their table.

“Welcome to :re,” Touka smiled and so did her eyes. “What can I get you?” She asked with a notepad in hand, prepared for a big order if that was the case.

“Three cups of coffee, please.” Ken replied, order for Shirazu and Mutsuki and giving her a smile of his own. She gave a nod and walked away.

Something didn’t feel right. Something felt...wrong.

There was no familiarity in Touka’s eyes when she greeted him. There was a warmth to her, but it was just a friendly, courteous warmth that was routine of her when she greeted customers.

But maybe Ken was wrong. Maybe she was holding herself back. Afterall, he had been gone for three years...

Still, there was excitement bubbling up inside Ken at the thought that he had finally returned. He had found Touka again and she was okay. He could feel a smile creeping up on his face, but when he looked up and over at Yomo, who had been staring at him the whole time, he gave Ken a slow shake of his head.

Something was very wrong.

After a few minutes Touka returned with three cups of coffee. Shirazu and Mutsuki thanked her, complimenting on how amazing the coffee smelled. They both fervently took their first sips and gushed about it’s taste, but she waited on Ken to take his first sip.

Ken looked down at his cup, wrapping his hands carefully around it as brough it up closer to his face and he continued to stare at it. He was able to see his reflection over the dark, enticing liquid, pushing back the nagging memories that were clawing away at him.

He brought the edge of the cup to his lips and took a careful sip. The coffee washed over his tongue, sparking every tastebud into overload. His eyes stared at the cup once again, barely even noticing the tears building up in his eyes and then falling down his cheeks.

“Is it no good?” Touka asked worryingly.

Just like the manager’s.

“Ah, no, it’s...it’s delicious. Really, it is.” Ken said, trying to blink away his tears and looked up at Touka who gave him a bright smile and handed him a napkin. He thanked her and took the napkin, dabbing his eyes and feeling so pathetic for having allowed himself to get affected this way.

“Sassan, are you alright?” Shirazu asked with concern all over his face. Mutsuki also looked troubled by what he was witnessing.

“I’m fine, it’s just...the best coffee I’ve ever had.” Ken explained as he put on a big smile for everyone.

“Thank you, I appreciate the compliment. Enjoy!” Touka said before turning on her heels to leave him and his group alone.

Ken watched her leave, seeing how she was still acting as though she didn’t recognize him.

More tears stung his eyes.

When everyone had finished their coffees, Ken walked up to the counter. Yomo was nowhere in sight and what little customers were there before were gone with no new ones to replace them. But this was past peak hours. He remembered that...

“I hope the coffee was to your liking?” Touka’s voice got Ken’s attention. She stood behind the counter, still with a friendly demeanor.

“Not a drop left.” Ken answered. Touka seemed quite satisfied with his answer as she began to write up his check. “Have we met before?” He had to ask. He had to test her.

Please, please, it’s okay. Just tell me...

Touka’s took a moment to study Ken’s face, but her brows came together. “No, I don’t believe we have.”

Ken’s heart sunk. “Oh. You look so familiar.” He admitted, though he sounded defeated.

“I get that quite a bit.” She said and rattled off what was owed. Ken pulled out some money, leaving enough to pay for the coffee and a bit more as tip. This was just an act. He was acting on his part, so was she. It had to be that.

She still remembers me. I know she does...

“Haise Sasaki!” Shirazu called out for him in a teasing way. “We’re going to late for our meeting.” He reminded his mentor.

Right.

“Thank you for delicious coffee.” Ken complimented again. “Until next time, Kirishima.” Ken smiled with his eyes before walking away.

Before he did though he caught a glimpse of Touka’s expression at him calling her by her last name. She seemed...stunned.

a few days later...

Ken visited :re everyday after that first time. He had gone by himself, in hopes of getting a moment alone with Touka. But he never saw her. He saw Yomo, who continued to look at him like an unwanted rat, which kept Ken from going up to him to ask him about anything.

He immediately felt ostracized. But it didn’t stop him from wanting to see...speak to Touka.

Ken could no longer sit back and watch as Touka continued to treat him as though she had never knew him. What had happened to her? Was she so upset at him that she was pretending he never existed to her? Or worse...did she forget about him completely?

Then someone joined him at his table. Sitting across from him was Nishiki. Another familiar face that he had missed...

Senpai.

“Nishio.” Ken greeted him hesitantly, seeing how Nishiki did not look happy to see him.

Then again, Ken expected it. They had fought not long ago. A brutal fight...

“Kaneki. Or is it Sasaki?” Nishiki asked through slit eyes.

“I had a role to play...” It’s true. He was a dove and he had to protect his squad from “Serpent”, but he had gotten a little carried away. That tended to happen...

“And you played it well. Bravo.” Nishiki said deadpanned.

Ken sighed, looking away from him. “Nishio...”

“Don’t bother,” Nishiki sighed, not wanting to drag this on. “Yomo told me you’ve been coming here for the past few days.”

“Touka...I had to see her.” Ken confessed.

“Yeah, well, you need to stop.” Nishiki warned him, even he looked uneasy telling Ken this news. “I’m not going to give you an explanation, frankly you don’t deserve a fucking explanation, but you have to stay away from her. From here.”

Why?

“It’s safe, Nishio. No one knows I’m--”

“It’s never safe, Kaneki.” Nishiki’s jaw clenched. “Just stay away. If really care about Touka, you’ll stay away.” He repeated before he got up from the table and walked towards the back of the shop. And that’s when Yomo appeared, standing stone-faced by the bar with intentions to physically remove Ken if necessary.

Everyone Ken knew were shunning him.

What the fuck was happening?

It didn’t stop Ken though. After he made sure everyone was gone, he made his move. Yomo and Nishiki had done a good job at keeping Touka away from him, but Ken caught on that she had been working the later shifts.

He waited outside of :re after the shop was set to close. Nishiki had left. Yomo was gone. Touka was left behind.

Ken made his move.

He walked into the shop just as Touka was about to turn around to head out.

She groaned. “We’re close--” But she fell silent when she saw Ken stand before her. Her eyes blinked rapidly.

“Wh--What are you doing here?” She asked completely surprised.

Ken could feel his heart race as he stared at the woman who had been there for his ever changing life and how he wished was a part of his life now.

“I had to see you, Touka-chan.” He let out with a deep exhale. He strode up to her, taking her again by surprised as he had her pinned against the counter. Her backside hit the counter with a thud and her back leaned back slightly as Ken got himself really close to her. He kept a small distance between them, but he desperately wanted to close that tiny gap.

His hands gripped the counter’s edge as he gazed over her stunned, pretty face. She smelled like coffee...

“Sasaki...” Her bright violet eyes were wide and her parted lips quivered in anxiousness. She was completely still, keeping her eyes locked with his.

Did she really not remember him?

“It’s not Sasaki, Touka-chan.” Fuck it. “It’s Kaneki. Ken Kaneki.” But his name did nothing to spark any familiarity in Touka’s eyes.

Ken had thought maybe telling her his name would make her remember, but as he stared into her beautiful, blank eyes, he saw that she was not playing a part like he was. He had lost her.

Tears welled up in his eyes again at the heartbreaking fact that Touka could no longer remember him. The one good thing...the best thing...had been taken away from him.

Had they found her and done something to her? Had they erased her memories?

“Did I know you?” Touka asked him barely above a whisper as she studied his glum face.

I never got the chance to tell you, you were everything to me.

He should have told her then...

“In another life...” Ken let out, giving her a sad smile.

Let her go. This is for the best. You know that.

Ken shut his eyes for just a moment as his mind reminded him why this had to stop before it could even begin. As much as it hurt him and as much as his heart chipped away, he had to let this go.

He leaned in, placing his lips against Touka’s forehead before applying a gentle kiss. Her warmth touching his skin was enough to leave a searing feeling on his lips, like an electric shock that was felt even in his soul.

“Thank you, Touka-chan. Thank you.” Ken whispered against her before tearing himself away from her, his body and heart screaming at him for having done so.

“Kaneki...”

He kept walking.

#touken #kanetou #touken ficlet #touken fic #kaneki x touka #touka kirishima #ken kaneki #my fic #askbox #mimigerb23 #this memory au

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toevenexist · 6 years

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Lights Pt. 6

So here is this! I’m sorry for no drawings this time, but I will try and do some for the next chapter (PS what do you want to see, I was thinking prenatal yoga and back to work?)

I really hope you like this! let me know what you think? I love love love to hear from you!!

@cizavilation thank you for patiently waiting!!

Masterpost (find all previous chapters here)

Part 5

Enjoy:

“Owen” Amelia’s voice greeted him just as he finished the paper he was reading. She appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, bedraggled by sleep, eyes still lidded.

She held onto the frame of the door with both hands. Owen stood up and slowly walked to her, brushing her hair behind her ears. “Hello my love” he said, depressing a kiss against her forehead and then to her smiling lips. She leaned into the kiss, flushing with warmth.

“How long have you been up?” she asked him, taking his hand and walking to the kitchen table with him, taking a seat.

“Couple of hours” he said, running his hands over her shoulders. She sighed, dropping her head back to rest against his stomach, looking up at him. She yawned, turning her head sideways against him.

It had been just over a week of bedrest, taking Amelia to fifteen weeks. Her stomach had grown, much to Amelia’s outrage, to the point where strangers would ask when she was due on their infrequent outings to the hospital.

She’d joke with hidden fright, that the babies would just bust out of her instead of being birthed.

Arizona had simply explained that with twins, and it being her second pregnancy, it was normal, and will likely slow down at different points in the pregnancy. The assurances, however, did not quash Amelia’s frustration at her reflection.

“How are you feeling? Did you sleep okay?” Owen asked, pulling her hair back, over her bare shoulders.

She hummed before answering “I slept okay, woke up a couple of times to change position. I’m definitely not in as much pain as I was though” She said, looking up at him again, reaching for both his hands, holding them against her shoulders, closing her eyes.

“That’s very good” Owen said, smiling softly, taking her in.

Her smile slowly dropped as she allowed a calm to roll through her, feeling sunlight rest on the exposed skin across her chest, her neck and her face, the sliver of skin peeking out between her vest and her shorts.

She felt the babies fidget inside her and she smiled, opening her eyes slowly, finding Owens to be fixed on her. “Babies are moving about” she told him, eyes creasing at their outer corners. Owen beamed down, lips pressed tight.

“I’m so jealous you can feel them” he said, sighing, though his chest warmed at the sight of her still.

“I’m sure it won’t be long till you can too” she said, leaving his eyes to look down at her ever expanding abdomen. She chuckled, shaking her head, sighing.

“Tea?” Owen asked her, lips against her temple, leaving a kiss there.

Amelia nodded, “Please.”

“So I have to go into work this afternoon/evening, to sort through some paperwork and check on some patients” Owen spoke as he prepared some food. Amelia only nodded, blowing across the surface of her hot tea to cool it.

“Meredith and Maggie are coming over at two, so they’ll be here to keep you company and help with anything until I get back” he turned to her quickly, “and before you say ‘I don’t need to be babysat’, they wanted to see you and I would just prefer you not be on your own just yet” he said, words escaping quickly as he anticipated her arguments. Instead he saw her shrug, and nod, taking a sip of her tea. Owen sighed with relief, watching her for a moment before turning back to the counter.

“It’ll be nice to see them… are they bringing the kids?” she simply answered.

“Erm… I think maybe Ellis and Bailey”

“Oh yeah Zola has school now” Amelia said, taking another sip of her tea. Owen approached and placed down some cheese on toast in front of her, and a prenatal vitamin.

“Thank you” she said, picking up the large pill and taking it with her tea.

Owen sat down, nodded once, in response and watched her over the rim of his mug.

There was a change in her he couldn’t quite wrap his head around, a slow gradual change that had led up to the moment he had found himself in. She was accepting help, easily allowing him, and others to help her. The fact made him feel lighter, dizzy with an odd sense of relief.

“That’s them now” Owen said, leaving the window to put on his jacket. “Just call if you need me for anything, if anything happens…”

“Owen come here, give me a hug and try not to worry” Amelia interrupted his ramblings, hand out reaching for him. He sighed, relaxing slightly, moving to her where she sat on the couch.

She wrapped her arms around him tight, trying her best to ease his worry, “Everything will be just fine Owen, I’ll probably not even move except for the toilet” Owen chuckled at this, nodding against her shoulder. There was a knock at the door, the sound of Bailey asking a indecipherable question, traveled through the wood of the door.

Amelia pulled him out of the hug and enclosed his face between her hands, dotting a firm kiss to his lips before pushing him softly away.

“Hey Oween” Bailey said as soon as the door was opened, jumping up and down before jumping through the door. Jilly sped over to them, panting, running circles around them all as they entered. “Hello Bailey” Owen said, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Hey Owen” Meredith greeted him, stepping in, out of the cold, Maggie followed, Ellis sat on her hip. Maggie smiled in greeting to Owen, immediately searching out Amelia with her eyes. Her face transformed to one of surprise, and Amelia grinned confusedly, “You’re Huge!” Maggie stated, walking over to Amelia and sitting beside her. Amelia chuckled, shaking her head, “Thanks Mags” she said, looking down at herself, soothing her hands across her bump.

“No… I mean, you’re still so early on and... looking very round” She said, smiling broadly, better arranging Ellis on her lap.

“You are very round Amelia, are you sure you’re just having two?” Meredith teased, taking off her jacket and hanging it up. Amelia smirked, dropping her head back, meeting Owen’s eyes. the question was becoming increasingly tiresome. Bailey could be heard giggling from the kitchen, presumably rolling about with Jilly.

Owen moved to Amelia and crouched infront of her, “I’ll see you later” he said, kissing her chastely. “See you later” she replied, watching him move down her body and press two kisses to her stomach as her sisters watched on.

“Alright” he said, standing up straight, moving back, side stepping to the door. “I’ll be back around seven or eight” he said, picking up his bag, eyes flicking between all the women in the room. He stalled, “Okay Owen” Meredith said, placing her hands on her hips. Owen nodded again, “right, okay” he said, opening the door, looking back at everyone, nodding again. Amelia smirked again, watching he hesitantly leave.

Bailey squealed happily, running in ahead of Jilly. “Slow down, Bailey” Meredith warned, grabbing the boy before he hit the coffee table. Amelia reached for Ellis’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Ellis turned to her and crawled off of Maggie’s lap, half onto Amelia’s, arms wrapping around her. “Hello baby” Amelia sighed, cherishing in the warmth of the hug.

“Are you hungry? Or thirsty, do you need anything?” Meredith asked, taking Amelia in, feeling a familiar twinge of heartache at the sight of her, memories of Derek flooding through the cracks in her composure.

“Theres a jar of pickled gherkins… in the fridge” Amelia said, mouth watering at the thought of them. Meredith chuckled, shaking her head as she went, “You are such a cliche Amelia” she yelled from the kitchen.

Ellis rest her head against Amelia’s shoulder, back against the arm of the chair, legs across Amelia’s lap. She placed her hand onto Amelia’s stomach, patting her fingers against it. “Big belly” Ellis stated slowly. Amelia suppressed her laughter, looking to Maggie.

“You eating too much” she said, tilting her face up to meet Amelia’s loving gaze.

“Auntie Meeli is having two babies, they’re growing in there” Meredith said, appearing beside them, handing Amelia the jar, already opened. Ellis gasped, nodding, “Oooohh” She said, looking back at Amelia stomach, aghast.

Meredith turned on the TV and sat down. Ellis was fascinated, circling her little hand around Amelia’s stomach. “I explained the whole baby thing a couple of days ago” Meredith said, watching Ellis. Ellis slowly lowered her face till it was beside her hand. “Hello babies” she said sweetly. All the women gasped quietly.

Maggie covered her mouth, smiling.

“I your sister” she said, patting her hand against the firm surface.

“Cousin sweetie” Meredith said, leaning closer.

“Cousin?” Ellis asked, confused, shaking her head.

“Only babies that your mommy has will be your brother or sister” Maggie explained, relaxing against the back of the couch. Ellis pouted, looking quickly to Amelia, face close to hers, eyes becoming heavy with tears. “I am sister” she wept, chin wobbling.

“Ellis, sweetie, it’s okay” Amelia said, pulling her close again, handing Maggie the jar of pickled gherkins in order to hold Ellis better.

Meredith met Amelia’s gaze, smirking. Mer shrugged and nodded.

“Alright sweetie, you are their sister, you are” Amelia said, trying not to laugh. She felt Ellis nod against her chest, hand going back to her stomach. “Feed me one of those Maggie” Amelia said, indicating the jar in Maggie’s hand.

Ellis’s hand spider walked down Amelia’s stomach and slipped under her top, pulling it up to reveal her skin. Amelia had to quash her self consciousness in order to refrain from covering herself again, letting Ellis be curious.

Ellis sat up, sitting on Amelia’s lap, facing herl. Amelia smiled, watching Ellis carefully examine her. Her little hands were rubbery against Amelia’s skin. Meredith chuckled, drawing Amelia’s eyes up, away from Ellis.

“She’s never experienced a pregnant woman before, not properly” She said quietly, all the women watching awe pass over Ellis’s face. Amelia pressed her lips together into a tight smile, feeling her eyes prickle.

“It took her about half an hour to sort of understand. And days and days of badly phrased questions” Maggie said, turning in her seat to lean on her elbow against the back of the couch.

“She’s under the impression that lots of love helps make babies, so I’m sure she’s blown away that there’s two in there” Meredith said, just as Ellis leaned down and pressed a little kiss to the bump, then hugging it. All the women inhaled and suppressed a squeal at the sight.

“Oh my gosh” Maggie said, covering her mouth, grinning. Maggie and Mer looked up at Amelia finding her wiping moisture away from her eyes, though a wide grin stretched her lips.

“She’s so sweet” Amelia whispered tearfully, taking in a deep breath. Ellis turned her head slightly, looking up at Amelia, smiling lovingly. “No cry Meeli” she said, reaching up, resting her hands on Amelia’s chest, clawing haphazardly at her neckline as she shifted up to wrap her arms around Amelia’s neck. “Awww thank you angel, it’s okay though, these are happy tears” Amelia told her, receiving Ellis’s sloppy kisses.

“Happy tears, because you be a mommy like my mommy” Ellis asked, staring into Amelia’s eyes.

Amelia smiled a little tighter, feeling a lump at the back of her throat. She nodded, kissing Ellis on the cheek before playfully dotting them across her face, causing her to giggle and coil up against her.

“My god you are huge” Meredith bellowed, leaving the kitchen just as Amelia made her way back from the toilet, hand curled around her stomach, the other hand skimming the wall as she walked.

Amelia rolled her eyes, continuing her journey. “How is that possible! Are you waddling?” Meredith continued, walking behind her with two steaming mugs in her hands, keenly observing Amelia’s gate.

“I’m 5”4, and pregnant with Owen’s twin babies Meredith” She stated, flopping down onto the couch, letting Maggie throw their recently acquired duvet over her. She swivelled where she sat to rest her feet on Maggie’s lap, “plus I’m tired and I waddle when I’m tired” she sighed, closing her eyes, lips quirking when Maggie kindly began to massage her calves and feet.

“Are you enjoying it though?... the pregnancy, despite the crappy stuff” Maggie asked.

Amelia sat with the question for a moment, feeling the gentle quickenings of the babies inside her. “I am. It’s weird to not be working, and boring, but it’s nice to just focus on them and… to be in less pain” Amelia said, resting with her eyes closed, enjoying Maggie’s hands kneading into feet and the sound of the kids giggling away in the bedroom with Jilly. Meredith and Maggie shared a soft smile as Amelia’s breathing evened out and she drifted off into a nap.

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chapter ten

USJ ATTACK

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HER HEART POUNDED AGAINST her chest at the sight of more and more villains appearing through what seemed to be a warp gate.

Yuno turned to look at Bakugo with wide and worried eyes, his crimson eyes studied her face, feeling his hand being interlocked with hers. When they were kids, they would always interlock hands to show the other that they would be there for each other, no mater the situation. That they would protect each other no matter what, that's what they promised each other almost a decade ago. Even though he tried being mean to her, he couldn't bring himself to do so, he cared for her too much.

"I don't get why you're so scared. Nothing's going to happen, I promise." Bakugo whispers over to her, as she slowly nods her head, quickly turning her gaze over to the villains.

The villains slowly began to walk towards the stairs. Her mind had wandered else where, trying to figure out situations on how to escape, on what to do, if they would allow them to fight.

"Teacher, what about the trespasser sensors?" Yaoyorozu questions, bringing Yuno out of her thoughts.

"We have them, of course, but.."

"Did they only appear here or around the whole school?" Todoroki's familiar voice questions. "Either way, if the sensors are not responding, that means they have someone with a Quirk that can do that. An isolated area separated from the main campus during a time when a class is supposed to be here. They might be fools, but they're not dumb. This surprise attack was carefully planned with some sort of goal in mind."

"Thirteen, start the evacuation. Try calling the school. These villains even had something to counteract the sensors. It's possible someone with radio-wave-type powers is interfering." Mr Aizawa says as all the students looked at the villains that were slowly making their way towards the stairs. "Kaminari. You try contacting the school with your Quirk, too."

"Yes, sir."

"What about you, sir? Will you fight by yourself?" Deku questions Yuno quickly adds in.

"With that many, even if you can erase their Quirks there's still too many! Your Quirk is meant for capturing after erasing their Quirk, a close combat on the other hand." Yuno began to say as she slowly trails off when Mr. Aizawa tilts his head slightly.

"You can't be a hero with just one trick. I'm leaving it to you, Thirteen." Mr. Aizawa says as Thirteen sends him a nod.

"We have to help him." Yuno whispered to herself as she let go of Bakugo's and Uraraka's hands, slowly placing a gloved hand through her hair. The rest of the class slowly began to jog towards the exit as Deku and Yuno looked at the battle that was happening.

"Mr. Aizawa's actually good at fighting by himself against a lot of people, huh?" She heard Deku says when Yuno suddenly feels her wrist being grabbed, quickly looking towards Bakugo who was forcing her to run with the others. They managed to catch up and be at front when suddenly the purple warp from before started to appear from the ground.

"I won't let you." The villain says as Yuno takes a small step back as Bakugo gritted his teeth together, tightening his grip on her wrist a little too tightly. "Nice to meet you."

"We are the League of Villains. It may be presumptuous of us, but we have invited ourselves in to the home of the heroes, U.A. High School, in order to have All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take is last breath." The villain says as their eyes widened at the sound of the Pro- Hero's name come from the villain. "I believe All Might should have been here. Has there been some kind of change? Well, that is neither here nor there. This is the part I am to play."

"I'll be right back." Bakugo whispers over to her as she felt the warmth of her hand slowly disappear as he lightly pushed her towards the rest of the class.

"Katsuki." Yuno shakes her head softly as Bakugo avoids her eyes as he lightly pushes her once more, she shuts her eyes, quickly moving towards Suzuki who mirrored the same worried expression as her. Suddenly Bakugo and Kirishima launch themselves forward and try to land an attack towards the villain, the place around them quickly fogging up because of Bakugo's explosion.

"Did you consider that you'd get beaten by us before you did it?" Kirishima questions as the smirk that had plastered on their faces quickly faded at the sound of the villains voice.

"Oh dear, that's dangerous. That's right. Even if you are students, you are excellent golden eggs."

"No! Move away, you two!" Thirteen exclaims as the pair turn their heads to look at him.

"My job is to scatter you all and torture you to death!" The villain exclaims as it's Quirk captured everyone it could. Harsh air pushed them that were on the inside. Her eyes widened trying to look for Kirishima and Bakugo who had been ahead, getting lost in the fog.

"Tsuki! Kiri!" The pairs' eyes widened as they tried to look for Yuno who called out for them. She made two crystals and shoved them into the ground to keep her steady.

"Yuzuriha!" Yuno yelps as Yuzuriha who was being protected with Himura and Suzuki quickly looks towards the sound of the yell. Her bright yellow eyes staring into her blue ones.

"Yuno!" Himura exclaims as Yuno wraps her hair around The trio, as he grabbed onto her wrist. The warp gate made itself underneath her as she quickly looked up at Suzuki, Himura, and Yuzuriha who worriedly looked up at her. She unwrapped her hair from around them as their eyes widened, as Yuno didn't want to bring them with herself.

"Yuno! No!" Himura yells as he tried to grab the girl, but failed as she fell through. The air pushed harshly against her as she opened her eyes to see the ground below her getting closer and closer. Before Yuno could completely fall, she sprung out her wings as she landed safely. The roots of her hair tingled, feeling the sensation of someone approaching her.

"10? no, theres two in the trees. 12 people." Yuno whispered to herself as her hair grew to its normal length, trying to play it cool. Yuno patted her chest lightly, trying to calm her beating heart from the shock of almost falling to her death.

"Found her!" A voice says as she quickly turns her head to see as she guessed, a dozen villains approaching her.

"It's only one little girl. This'll be easy." They laugh amongst themselves as they slowly approach the lavender haired girl who discreetly created a crystal dagger in the palms of her hands behind her back, her gloved hands tightly holding onto the translucent shards.

"Don't act so cocky, you bastards." Yuno smiles as the villains stop in their tracks. The only thing she could think of was to act like Bakugo, without caring about what happened to their enemies, you have to show them you held no fear. The moment his name went through her mind she immediately began to worry about the ash blond boy.

"Why should I be worried about him." Yuno scoffs to herself, her head hanging low. "I should feel more bad for the bastards that got him."

"What did you just say?" A man questions as Yuno lifts her head, staring at all of them once more.

"Don't waste my time. I could beat you in a matter of seconds if I want to. I have to help protect my friends." Yuno calmly says as they begin to glare and make their way towards her. Past her smile was a girl who was very much hoping she wouldn't have to hurt anyone.

"I wouldn't get too close if I were you idiots." Yuno says as they ignored her comments when suddenly the floor below them began to turn into crystals, growing until it reached their knees, trapping them. Their eyes widened as she swung her arm back and threw the crystal dagger at the pair that were in the trees, the crystal dagger grew and formed around their wrists like cuffs.

"Hey!" They began to yell as she wrapped her hair around all of them, forcing them to go into a circle. She outstretched her hand as a translucent crystal sword forms. She grabs it tightly, examining it before slowly approaching them, the sword dragging behind her, breaking away at the floor the moment it touched it.

"S-stop it! What're you going to do! Are you crazy?!" They began to shout, thrashing in the girl's strong hold. Yuno raises the sword, cutting her hair as the excess wrapped around the villains as if it had a mind of its own.

"No one can hear you. Who knows, maybe you're already dead." Yuno says seriously which caused the villains to panic even more at the thought of a child beating them in what she had said a matter of seconds.

"I win."

"You idiots are lucky, but if I figure out that you harmed one of my friends. I'll hurt you with my bare hands." Yuno says as they nod rapidly, obeying to the girl within seconds. She practically thought that she looked ridiculous since her personality didn't match what she usually acted like.

"If you don't mind me. I'll be leaving." Yuno says as she slowly begins to walk away when suddenly she stops, turning around to look at them once more. She bends down as a crystal wall grows around them, trapping them even more.

"I have a Quirk that allows me to make bombs out of anything I touch." Yuno says as she makes a crystal shard and throws it over their head, but right before it could fall on them she clenches her fist and presses her thumb against the side of her index finger, making the crystal explode.

They watch as she sets her hand on the floor and then on the walls, their eyes watching her every movement.

"I will be alerted the moment one of you tries to escape. The moment I do I will set off the bomb and I won't hesitate to put you in the hospital." Her hand moves away from the crystal and drops to her side. "Got it?"

Their eyes were wide as they quickly nodded. She was bluffing about being alerted, and she wouldn't want to kill anyone, maybe injure them, but putting them close to death was way too much for her.

"But before I leave. I wanna know why you all are so cocky to think that you guys can kill All Might."

Yuno's heart pounded against her chest as she stumbled away from the villains. The information that they had told her managed to make the girl overthink.

She tried to find her way out and look for the rest of her class. Sharp crystals formed from below her feet as she used them for a boost, her wings sprung out from her back as she flew into the air. Her eyes widened, the scene of a large body on top of Mr. Aizawa made her shiver. Her eyes went from his broken arms towards towards his bloodied face that was being pushed into the floor. She no longer could think, the thought of having to protect others invaded her system, her mind went foggy.

"Mr. Aizawa!" Yuno's voice cracked, within seconds she was already making her way down. Her hair wrapped around the villain's neck, trying to force it away from her teacher. Her body fumed in anger. The girl that everyone usually saw as calm and kind turned into something else, like a switch had been flipped.

"Yuno.." Mr. Aizawa's eyes widen as he watches her attempt to beat the strong man. "Stop it."

Crystals formed below her and towards the Nomu, as the crystals formed their way over its legs. Before the crystals could completely take him over he breaks his leg, its legs regenerating within a matter of seconds. Yuno's eyes widened. Her hair grew as it wrapped around the Nomu. Her hair reacted the same as Mr. Aizawa's scarf. It was meant for capturing, or like Tsu's tongue. She could manipulate her hair as if it weren't connected to her. Her hair was like a lizards tail. A lizard disconnects from its tail when it feels targeted or in danger and it can grow back, in Yuno's case her hair can grow to enormous lengths and with her crystals she can cut it away like butter, it was almost impossible to rip her hair without her crystals. Although if she cut where her normal sized hair length is then she would have to get her hair fixed due to the fact that she chopped it off.

Shigaraki stared in pure interest at the girl, from her unbelievable Quirk to her determination.

Although, the moment she wrapped her hair around the Nomu, it ripped it with some difficulty but it still tore her hair. Her eyes widened. Yuno's hand outstretched as many crystals hovered over her gloved hand, turning them into bombs. She got behind the Nomu quickly, sending the shards into its back. Yuno quickly ran to Mr. Aizawa, setting her hands over his arm, hoping to repair him as soon as possible.

Shigaraki's eyes widen at the stubbornness from the girl. The feeling of wanting to know more about her began to bug him more and more, he needed to know more about her, if he were to be able to make her a villain, they'd be much more powerful with the amazing powers that the girl managed to have not just with her Quirk but being a Queen, they've never seen anyone like her. The Nomu begins to approach Yuno who had her back to him. Before he could grab her she made a crystal wall behind herself, making her hand into a fist as she pressed her thumb on the side of her index finger, all of the bombs that she had placed on the Nomu's back began to explode. The Nomu stumbled back slightly but once all the bombs had exploded his missing skin had regenerated.

Mr. Aizawa's eyes widen, staring at the Nomu that was about to punch through the crystal wall.

"Run. Yuno. Run." He whispers as he felt his arm slowly begin to go back to place.

"I won't! I can't." Yuno frantically says as she tries to hurry the process, her teacher's blood soaking into her gloves in the process.

"Please.." Mr. Aizawa practically begged as Yuno shook her head, biting down her bottom lip in worry.

"Mr. Aizawa. My parents once told me... We protect those who cannot protect themselves." Yuno whispered, placing her hand on his head, hoping to keep him conscious.

The Nomu punches through the crystal and grabs her by the neck and throws her to the ground. He approaches to where he had thrown her his foot stepping down on her shin, a loud crunch coming from it. He grabs her arms in his hands, it's hands cracking the bones in both her arms. She groans in pain as the Nomu heads back to Aizawa, staring at Yuno who was trying to get back up. Another loud crunch from Aizawa was heard, along with painful grunt. Her bones were broken, but that didn't stop her from trying to protect her teacher. Her classmates stared in worry, their bodies frozen in place. Their minds were telling them to go down and help her before she got more hurt, or before the Nomu planned on killing her if she kept on trying to save her teacher.

"You bastard!" Yuno shouts as her hand lays flatly on the ground. The ground begins to shake but before she could continue the Nomu had approached her. The Nomu's foot met with Yuno's stomach, sending her flying. Everyone's eyes held terror as Yuno's back met a large rock that had her crystals on it. A sharp crystal had impaled her.

"Yuno!"

Her eyes widened, coughing up a large amount of blood. Her classmates stared at her, as she was in clear sight of everyone, she felt like a display for everyone to see. Blood oozed from her head and slid from her forehead down, she tried to move but the slightest movements sent blood oozing down her torso. She tilted her head down, the thick blood slipping past her lips and down her chin. The top of her head had now turned red from her blood, the top of her hair slowly going from lavender to red in a mater of seconds. Her body ached, the high adrenaline she had never fading.

The previous Queens watched as the new queen was going to be impaled, and with quick thinking they tried to move her organs to the side, as well as try to make the crystal thinner to be able to take out without her being seriously injured from the inside. Yuno reaches behind her, breaking the base of the crystal. She placed her hand on her waist as crystals wrapped around her, trying to hold in her blood and the crystal that was impaled through her in place. They all fall quiet, watching as the bruised and bloody girl stood up, leaning against the rock as support. With every move she took, the more blood would ooze from her wounds, even when she covered them with crystals. They watch in silence as a laugh emits from her throat.

(Y'all I'm p sure that's almost impossible but for the sake of the chapter let's just pretend she's a badass that can't die so easily😌)

"You think after all I've been through, something like that would hurt?!" Yuno laughs, wiping the blood away from her mouth with her sleeve. Her broken arm stretches out in front of her. As the ground below the Nomu shakes, her hair wrapped around its ankles, before the Nomu could have hurt her she had basically injected her hair into the ground until it was ready for action. Yuno clenched her fist, pressing her thumb on the side of her index finger, the crystals that were below his feet began to explode, the ground slowly began to cave in, but before the ground could take the Nomu, the villains Quirk saved it.

"You're one dirty bastard." Yuno coughs, the pain in her body becoming unbearable for her petite self. Her hand lifts once more.

"I'm not going down just yet." She whispers as her palm shoots crystal shards and towards the Nomu. In her broken hand, she created a shining dust, quickly dumping it over herself. Her eyes flashed a deep purple. Her other hand lifted as she began to shoot crystal arrows that lodged themselves barely through the Nomu's legs. It was no use, but she had to stall until help came.

"Damn it!" Yuno yells as the pain in her body began to make her tremble. Her body begged for her to stop. Her eyes were glowing a deep purple, meaning she was at her fullest. Whenever her eyes would change into those bright purple eyes it would either mean she was at her fullest strength or her emotions were being messed with, or when she desired to show them. Her deadly gaze still glaring at the Nomu.

"Just a little bit more!" They crystals were now coming out more desperately as the Nomu either dodged or received them. The palms of her hands were now being cut and scratched due to her sharp crystals, her own blood began to ooze into the glove even if it was meant to keep her hands protected from her own Quirk, the crystals were coming out too desperately.

She watched as the Nomu, and Shigaraki had approached the trio that were watching from afar. Her eyes widened as she shot more arrows in hope to help them.

Everyone's attention averted towards the double doors that were now off it's hinges. The sight of All Might standing at the top of the stairs almost made her cry in relief. Her body finally felt the need to shut down. She dropped to her knees, placing her bloodied and cut hands flat on the ground.

"It's fine now! I am here!

All Might and placed his jacket over the shoulders of the trembling girl. Her breathing was ragged, the teen girl was a bloodied mess.

"I got it from here, kiddo." All might smiles as he takes notice of her horrible state. She looks up quickly. His eyebrows narrow as he watches the girl's eyes change from purple to their normal blue.

"All Might.." She sighed in relief, her body still trembling due to her injuries.

"Good job." He says as Yuno was ready to break down into tears, her body ached in pain. She stood up, slipping her arms into his large jacket. She turned to look at him. There was only one thing that went through her mind.

Her friends are safe.

He was about to pick her up when she resisted.

"It hurts too much.. Leave me here." Yuno whispers as All Might sighed, shaking his head, that was basically like leaving the girl for dead, and that was something he didn't want to do. All Might has promised Yuno's parents that if they weren't there in time to protect their own daughter that they hoped that their hero friend could protect her until further notice, that's what he promised her now dead father and grieving mother just months before the death of Yugi.

"I can't leave you here.." All Might trails off as she weakly smiles at him, the smile almost looking identical to her fathers, from her piercing blue eyes to her contagious smile. Even though it hurt her to do any sudden movement, she still smiled and lifted her hand into a thumbs up.

"Thank you, but it's okay. The more I move the more it hurts, please All Might, just leave me here." Yuno whispers as All Might sighs once more, knowing that guilt would have a trip to his door, and with much hesitation he decides to leave the wounded girl, her eye sight got blurry as she saw him grab the three teens and her teacher in a swift motion.

Yuno tries to lean against the rock and with much difficulty, she couldn't. Her body dropped to her side, as a pool of blood slowly began to form beneath her.

After a moment of silence, a loud sound met her ears, which must've been All Might fighting against the Nomu.

Yuno opened her eyes and looked at the encounter between All Might and the Nomu. Although her eye sight was blurry, she could still clearly see the Nomu digging its fingers into All Might's side, blood quickly oozing from his new injures.

Her eyes widened as she sees Deku begin to run towards All Might.

"Deku!" Yuno tried to shout but the dryness in her throat stopped her from going above a whisper. Her eyes teared up as she saw the warp gate open in front of Deku. Before Deku could be pulled in, a figure had raced towards him, sending an explosion towards the villain.

"Tsuki..." Yuno whispered as her eyes averted towards the other person, Todoroki. The Nomu's grip loosened from All Might as he was able to escape its grasp. Then her eyes averted towards the other person, Kirishima who tries to reach towards Shigaraki who dodged his hit. The anxiety that began to grow more and more calmed down at the sight of a non injured Bakugo.

"Is Yuno alright?!" Bakugo questions Deku who's lip began to quiver, remembering the horrible sight of the girl being impaled by one of her own crystals. His silence only made them worry even more, her eyes tried to force themselves shut but she was too afraid to close her eyes.

"Deku! Where's Yuno?!" Bakugo glared his way as Deku looked down to his feet, slightly flinching as his deep and intimidating voice raised.

"She got really hurt. Yuno's over there.." They looked to where Deku was pouting to see a stripped jacket on top of what seemed to be an unconscious girl.

"No.." Bakugo whispered as the four stared in horror at the girl as they slowly saw All Might's jacket slowly turn crimson red in some parts, the blood beneath her only growing.

"What happened to her?" Kirishima questioned, worry settling into his eyes.

"She tried fighting the villain, but then he hit her across. She got impaled by one of her own crystals." Deku explains as Bakugo pushes the warp villain further. His anger was almost at its peek.

Her mind began to get foggy, she didn't have much strength left. She created the shining dust in her hand, quickly pouring it over herself.

"Slow time.. and speed." Yuno whispered as the prior Queens obeyed to her order. She saw as the Nomu began to run towards Bakugo who was holding the villain down. The time slowed down as Yuno got on her knees and slipped All Might's jacket slightly down her shoulders just enough to let her wings spring free. Her wings fluttered as they were ready to take off.

Her actions went unnoticed by everyone, as she zoomed towards Bakugo who was about to get hit by the Nomu. All Might's eyes widened as he looked at the girl who was reaching for Bakugo. Last minute before the Nomu could get to Bakugo, All Might stood in front of them, as Yuno wrapped her injured arms around Bakugo, quickly restoring time back to normal. Everyone at the scene was flown back as All Might took the Nomu's hit straight on.

Bakugo had landed with the trio while Yuno had crashed slightly farther than them, the harsh movements causing her to cough up more and more blood.

"K-Kacchan!" Deku exclaims as they turn to see Bakugo right beside him. "Kacchan?"

"You dodged? That's amazing!" Deku exclaims as they all stare at him.

"No, shut up, scum!" Bakugo says.

"Then how..?" Kirishima began to question when they turn their attention towards All Might that had taken the hit.

"You're strong, kiddo." All Might's says as he was directing his words towards Yuno. "Who knew you could move so fast, Young Kamishiro."

Shigaraki turns his attention from All Might towards the girl that tried getting up. She grabbed at her chest, the air had been knocked out of her the moment she crashed.

"Do you not know how to hold back?" All Might questions as Shigaraki takes a step forward. Yuno got on one knee, the pain already unbearable for her, she knew she could pass out at any moment. She rested her hand on her arms to create a crystal cast, in hopes to that if she needs to use her arms it won't hurt as much when they're uncovered. She quickly did the same to her broken leg. Even though the pain was unbearable she still managed to get up and lean against the wall.

"It was to rescue my companions. I had no choice. I mean, earlier, that.. that plain- looking one. He was about to punch me with everything he had, you know. Violence for the sake of others makes it admirable. Isn't that right, hero?" Shigaraki says as he was met with silence. "You know what, All Might? I'm angry. I'm angry at this world that categorizes the same violent acts as heroic or villainous, deciding what's good and what's bad. 'Symbol of Peace'? Ha. You're just a device to repress violence. Violence only breeds violence. The world will know this once we kill you!"

"That's preposterous. The eyes of white-collar criminals like you burn silently. You just want to enjoy this yourself, don't you, you liar?" All Might says as the anger began to grow more in Shigaraki's eyes.

"It's three against five."

"Kacchan already exposed the fog's weakness!"

"These guys are crazy, but if we backup All Might, we can push them back!"

"No!" All Might exclaims as the four turn to look at him. "Run away."

"You would've been in trouble if I hadn't done anything earlier, right?"

"That was a different story, Young Todoroki. Thanks."

"But it's fine! Just watch as a pro gives it everything he's got." All Might's says as Deku turns to look at him worriedly.

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Min Yoongi

REQUEST: **So like can I please get a smutty smut smut scenario of s/o skyping with Yoongi (cos he's overseas) and he tells s/o how or what to do while using a dildo in the shape and mold of Yoongi's dick.....hope that makes sense. Sorry if it doesnt. :(

Type: Smut

Word Count: 1553

*I do not own this gif, credit to its owner*

It was late, almost too late when you received a text from him. It made you smile softly to see his name on your phone. He had been gone for four weeks now and you missed him like crazy. You'd find yourself stopping anything you were doing just to see him on your screen. Even when it was late.

You up?

yeah I'm still awake

i miss you so much.

i miss you more, yoongi.

I know its late, but can we talk?

i really want to see you

of course, I'm ready when you are.

You flicked the light on and opened your computer, your Skype already up from the last time you talked to Yoongi. It didn't take long for the familiar ringing sound to fill your room. You excitedly bit your lip as you answered and held your breath, it always seemed to take years to connect, but when it did you smiled. He was laid in bed, his cheek pressed to his pillow and a sad look on his face that immediately changed when your face appeared on his screen. You looked at him for a minute and remembered the last time you saw him.

There was twenty minutes till he had to leave, but the way his arms were wrapped around your shoulders tightly and had been for the past hour. You couldn't help the silent tears that ran down your face. You didnt know why you were crying, you were so proud of him and so excited for his upcoming tour. You'd miss him, sure, but you supported him with his work more than you have ever supported anything else.

He held you tightly, kisses placed gently on your temple. You chuckled remember something and sat up, causing his arms to fall around your waist.

'I got something in the mail the other day.' You said, wiping your tears as you smiled. He rose an eyebrow showing he was listning and you shifted to look at him better. You got up tapping his knee before chuckling though a soft sniffle and stood up, walking to your room.

'So remember the other week when I asked you to... you know?' You said getting shy, circling your hand around your lower half. He nodded amused. 'Well, this is why.' You said opening the shoe like box and pulled out a flesh colored dildo, your cheeks instantly turning red.

'Is that mine?' He said pointing at it, smiling for the first time all day.

You bit your lip and nodded, smiling at the sight of him laughing. You squealed as he stood, pulling you into his chest as he kissed you.

'I would ask you if you were going to think of me when you use it but.' He laughed taking it out of your hand and wiggling it in your face.

'Could I have the real thing before you leave?' You said making him bite his lip before kissing you roughly.

"What time is it there?" His voice brought you back.

"Almost 2am" You said watching as he rolled onto his back.

"You need to stop staying up so late." He smiled sadly.

"If it means I get to see you I can live with it." You said smiling softly.

"Well I wish I was there. I miss holding you." He said, chuckling lightly afterwards. "Ive started sleeping like Tae, where I hold onto a pillow its embarrassing."

"You're so cute." You said biting your lip as he giggled again.

"God, I always forget how pretty you are little one." He said licking his bottom lips slowly. "Id give anything to be there with you."

"I know, I miss you so much. Its driving me crazy not to have you here." You said biting your lip. Just the sight of him always made your core heat.

"Even with your toy?" He teased.

"Especially with my toy. Its not the same." You said. " I mean it feels like you, but it doesn't have your warmth... or your voice." You said, your cheeks turning red.

"You miss my voice? You hear me every day." He chuckled.

"You know what I mean." You said, your eyes watching his lips now.

"I wish I was there... The things Id do to you if I was."

"You can't talk like that." You said with a light laugh.

"Why not? I thought you missed my voice."

"I do. But you talk like that and theres no way I'm going to be able to keep up with the conversation." You all but whispered.

"You're naughty." He said smirking, the same smirk he got before the two of you ever fooled around. "What would you do if I told you I missed the way you tasted?"

"Yoongi..." You said, your knees pressing together now. He raised an eyebrow waiting for you to answer him. "I would tell you that I missed the way your tongue feels." You bit your lip, your thighs pressing even tighter together.

"You're squirming." he said, his eyes growing dark.

"I miss you."

"Touch yourself." He commanded.

"What?"

"Please. I need to see you, Im going crazy." He said shifting himself again.

You bit your lip and rolled to your back to remove your shorts. Looking at him you smiled before letting your fingers find your sopping folds.

"How wet are you?" He asked darkly.

You smiled and stroked yourself, wetting your fingers with your own natural lubricant. You got enough on your hands that when you lifted them up for him to see and spread your fingers he could see the webbing caused by your wet. He groaned deeply from his chest as he watched you bring your fingers to your lips to lick the mess off your hands.

"God, y/n." He said shifting again. "Im hard."

"Show me." You said in a breathy voice, still stroking yourself. Without hesitation he flipped the camera on his phone so you could see him palming his erection though his sweatpants. You couldn't help the soft moan that left your lips as he dipped his hand under the band of his pants.

"Look at what you do to me." he said releasing himself from his pants.

"Its the same thing you do to me." You whispered, your fingers starting to circle your clit as the sight of him made you pool even more.

"I want to see you." He said, getting tired of only being able to see your face softning as you pleasured yourself. You pushed your computer back before taking of the shirt you had stolen from him to expose your now naked body. You looked at him to she he had propped his phone up so you could see him stroking himself.

"I need you so bad Yoongi." You whined as your circling became faster.

"Baby I'd give anything to have you wrapped around me." He said, matching your pace.

Your eyes that had closed snapped open and you smiled looking back at him. Removing your hand you lent over your computer and opened you bed side table.

"Picture this is you." You said waving the mold of him in front of the camera, his face lighting up.

You place it on your stomach and rubbed on your clit a few more times, trying to get yourself as wet as possible.

"Put it in baby." He said in a demanding tone.

You took the tip and placed it on your tongue and let it slide down your throat, wetting it with your own saliva. He groaned loudly seeing the mold make your throat buldge slightly. Bringing it down to your core you circled it around your clit a few times before slowly sliding it in with a light moan. He grunted again at the sight of you tilting your head back and quickened his pace. You matched his speed while trying to keep your eyes open to see the way his face contorted.

"Yoongi..." You moaned.

"God, baby." He grunted, his pace moving even faster.

Once again you matched it and added your other hand to circle your clit again. You looked at the ceiling before closing your eyes, your breaths becoming short and forced as the tension in your stomach built. You called his name again and was welcomed with the sound of his heavy breathing. The breathing that you longed so much to hear.

"Yoongi Im... I need to..."

"Cum for me baby." He said pumping himself even harder.

Your back arched and the pumping coming from the toy staggered in the way he did when he was about to come sending you over the edge.

"Oh, Ugh!" You moaned your body twitching sweetly as you unraveled around yourself.

"Fuck!" Yoongi said causing your head to turn, still pumping yourself softly, just in time to see his load release all over his hands.

"Fuck." He said again with a shaky laugh as his eyes closed.

"Im buying a plane ticket." You said, still breathless.

"What?" He said looking over to you.

"Im buying a plane ticket for your next show. I need you even more now." You said making him chuckle.

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