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vnmpior · 2 years

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THERE'S ONE ☆ BED?!

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader (gender neutral)

summary: not only did you and michael have to run in the rain to the nearest hotel after missing the last bus, there was only one bed and one blanket

I LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS

yall do not know how unbelievably mad I am bc tumblr won't let me reply to your comments smh I SEE THEM N I SWEAR I'D RESPOND IF I COULD

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you scowled, water dripping down your hair and creating a small puddle on the floor. shivering, as you paid the person at the front desk.

michael was also in the same boat as you, clearly annoyed as he strung out the rain from his jacket.

"think you could pay faster? I'm not getting sick today," michael scoffed.

"hey, dipshit, tell that to her," you pointed at the woman taking her time looking for a key to give you.

he rolled his eyes, and as soon as the lady held the key out, he snatched it and made his way to the hallway of rooms.

you thanked the attendant and rushed after him.

michael hurridly unlocked the door and swung it open, only to stand there in confusion.

"what's wrong?" you asked, and then you saw it once you made it to the door.

"oh, for fucks sake."

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the two of you had took hot showers, but only after arguing who would go first. you had decided you were just going to take the clothes that the hotel had graciously offered you and make a break for the bathroom.

he definitely was pouting by the time you came back, jacket and shirt discarded.

you jumped in surprise at him being shirtless and turned around.

"hurry up and get into the shower," you tried to not look at him as you hung your wet clothes in the closet.

he laughed and only when you heard the door shut did you let out a breath of relief and sink onto the bed.

"man, he really does work out," you said to yourself.

"I heard that!" michael called from the shower.

"heard what?" you yelled back, embarrassed.

he needs to stop laughing.

☆

"I can sleep on the floor," he offered as the two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed.

"as much as I hate you, I'm pretty sure this floor is super dirty." you flung you legs onto the bed, laying down. "we'll just put a pillow in-between us."

"why? can't handle yourself?" he smirked.

you raised an eyebrow. "you wish. I couldn't handle myself when I was with your dad."

you let out a snicker as his eyes widened.

"maybe you should be the one to sleep on the floor." michael grabbed the blanket and pulled it over himself.

"I'll think about it," you said as you took the blanket from him.

he whined and tried taking it back.

"turn off the lights first, and I'll let you have it back." no you weren't.

he furrowed his eyebrows and got up, walking over to the light switch like a kid putting back something they really wanted.

the room turned dark, and michael jumped onto the bed.

"now give me the blanket."

"never," you rolled yourself up in the blanket so he couldn't take it from you.

"I will personally throw you on you the floor," he threatened.

"I bet you-" you let out a screech as michael grabbed onto you and began unrolling you.

"THIS IS MY BLANKET!" you tried getting away from him.

"psh, we both paid for this room. it's whoever keeps it." he kept unraveling the blanket.

you began thrashing around until michael crawled on top of you and straddle you so you wouldn't be able to stop him.

"this is going to be my blanket."

you tried to stop him, but he successfully managed to get the sheet and cheered.

and that's when the two of you noticed the position you were in.

"oh shit, my bad," he scrambled off of you as you felt your face heat up.

"it's alright," you responded, flipping over to look at the wall, back to him.

the next few minutes were silent until michael threw a bit of the blanket onto you, scooting closer.

"you looked cold," he mumbled.

"thanks," you turned over to face him. you didn't realize how close he was. your lips were almost touching, and you could see a few freckles dotting his cheeks.

"think you need that pillow now?" he teased.

you hmmphed, "I think we both know what's about to happen. just kiss me already."

he acted like he was thinking about it.

"and why should I?"

instead of answering him, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his for a second before turning back around.

"because now I won't kiss you for longer than that."

"hey, I'm sorryyyy," he shook you, but you were fake snoring.

"pleaseeee," he begged.

you looked towards him to see him giving you puppy dog eyes.

"who could say no to that?"

#fnaf #fnaf imagines #x reader #michael afton x reader #michael afton imagine #michael afton #michael afton smut #michael #fnaf michael afton #micheal afton #fnaf x reader

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aliasimagines · 1 year

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Hiya! Can I request a Sodo x reader plz where the reader is feeling a lil depresso n happen to steal one of his either big coats or jumpers bc it makes them feel better n maybe the ghouls see it, smell it’s Sodo’s n tell him about it which makes him practically sprint to find the reader bc he thinks it’s so freaking cute of the reader n it ends in snuggles? Thank u so much if u do this request n I hope u have a v spooky Halloween 🎃

Heyy, thanks for the request, i altered it a bit but I hope you enjoy! Happy belated halloween, hope you had great time.✨🎃

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It was one of those days. You woke with your mind already clouded with some deep and dark thoughts and because Sodo had band practice all day, he wasn't there to comfort you either.

You tried to push through it, ignore your thoughts and just focus on your chores throughout the day but it was getting hard.

Your hand slipped while making your morning coffee, spilling the drink everywhere. And then you had to do twice the amount of work you normally would because one of the siblings got sick but of course Sister Imperator wanted everything to be done.

You didn't have time to eat lunch with the other's and when you finally did sit down to eat you realized you've lost your appetite.

You felt like crying. You just wanted Sodo. You wanted to be in his embrace, feel warm skin and be surrounded by his calming scent…

You didn't even realize where you were going until you entered the ghoul dents and was about to open the door to Sodo's room.

Stepping in you immediately feel a sense of calmness wash over you.

Sodo always keeps a hoodie under his pillow for colder nights, and right now that hoodie sounds exactly like what you need. You put on the clothing and hum as the soft fabric touches your skin.

You don’t feel like going back to your room where you can’t do anything but stare at the wall so you decide to roam the long halls of the abbey in hopes of finding someone to talk to .But it is not a particularly busy hour so the only company you have is the sound your shoes make against the stone floor. You feel like a ghost wandering, all alone..

“Y/N?”

You spun around to see Cumulus.

“Hah, I thought you were Sodo for a second, you smell of him.” she softly chuckles to herself. “Hey, is everything okay with you, hun?”

“I..sure. Hey, how come you are here? Thought you guys had band practice.”

“Oh yeah, the guys are still going over some guitar stuff with papa, but we are free. You want me to get Sodo?”

Yes.

“No, it’s fine, I am sure the guitar stuff is important.”

As you walk away Cumulus shakes her head. She can see through you and knows that you are not fine. She makes her way back to the practice room, quickly grabbing Sodo and explaining what was going on.

–

Sodo found you in your room sitting on the bed, still wearing his hoodie.

“Hey..” he pokes his head inside the room.”Can I come in?”

You only nod as an answer.

“How are you?” he crawls next to you on the bed. You turn to look into his eyes.

“Not so great..but better now that you are here.”

Sodo cups your face between his warm hands.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. Can we-can we just cuddle?”

“Of course, baby.”

He moves a bit back on the bed so he is leaning against the pillows and pulls you to his chest wrapping his arms and tail around you. You feel so much better now, every problem seems smaller now that Sodo is here.

“You know..” he speaks up after a few minutes of silence.”You look very cute in my jumper, baby.”

“Yeah I just.. I needed you and figured with you being busy this was the next best thing.”

“I will never be too busy for you y/n.” he kisses your forehead.”But, you are always welcome to wear my clothes, kay?”

“Hmm, okay.” you say slowly drifting to sleep on Sodo’s chest.

#sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul x reader #dewdrop x reader #ghost x reader #the band ghost #alias imagines #gif actually mine!#requested

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sftheoryblog · 2 months

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SICK FIC YAY

Messy warning, description of mess

Luke and Ryan have been together for 2 years and moved in together a month ago

Luke completely invested in the movie didnt notice Ry had fallen asleep until the end credits rolled on screen

"Can you believe that ending... Ry bug hey you sleeping, baby hey come on lets go to bed"

Ryan barely opened his eyes but enough to see the floor and move as Luke guided him. Once Ry gained some of his barings back he could feel again the ache in his body and the pounding in his temples. He just wanted to get into bed and pass out. And thats exactly what he did, he climbed right into bed and under the covers. Luke still getting ready for bed as Ry takes some meds to help him sleep, and luke climbs into bed.

"Good night baby"

"Good night Ry love you"

"Love you more"

Ry turns into luke and he wraps his arms around him. Ry falls asleep within minutes and shortly after Luke also falls alseep. The two sleep for 4 hours before Ry nose deicides to be a pain and bother him in the night

"HXGT EH AH HHEXTH" Ry stiles as best he can, trying not to wake up Luke. But he feels miserable and just wants to be held by his love. And go back to sleep but his head is pounding and body shivers from head to toe as his body temperature shifts from hot to cold.

"EHHH AHHH HXGHT HEETUSH HX'SGT urg"

He tried really hard to be quiet but his head was trobbing and stifleing only made it worse. In an attempt to grab a tissue, ryan knocked over the glass of water he used to take his sleep meds which clearly are not working.

"Fuckd no'b please" he starts crying and the words dont make much sense anymore.

He reaches down to pick it up and lucky there was no water left but the downward movement awoke an all fimlarr tickle that came rushing back into his nose with a vengeance. With absolutely no warning

"Ahh AACCCHHOOOO EEECCHHHOOO HHHEEETTUUSSSHHH" Ry was bent in half at the mercy of his leaking messy nose.

"Baby.....ry are you okay"

"AHHH EHHH HH HHHEEETTTUISH AAHHHEEESUICH EHHH ehh urg ehhh HHHEETUI'STSH AHHHH...AAACHHHHOOOOO"

"bless you bug"

Ry turns around to look at luke "imb sorry I wokep you upb" the congestion is filling up his nose, he clears his throat "I tiredb to be quiet"

"Oh" luke chuckles alittle "you look awful, i cant imagine how you must feel baby and be as loud as you want" he smiles and brings a hand to Ryans face.

"Imb fine" ry gets cut off by coughing and luke rubs his back

"Totally yeah ur fit as a fiddle" he feels his forehead which is burning up

"Babe Imb just tired and *sniff* the windmdow is open"

"You have a fever"

"I run warmb" he sniffles thickly and clears his throat

"Uhmm sure, come here" ry crawls into lukes open arms and holds him until he falls asleep which is almost instantly.

"Feel better love" Luke whispers, kiss his forehead, before passing out as well.

Hours later, sun has risin

Alarm goes off and Ryans head is throbbing at the piercing noise. He groans and tries to cover his ears from the noise. Luke barely awake turns off the alarm and gets up to go to the bathroom, after a flush and a quick flacet noise, the covers russell as he gets back in bed. Ryan turns and burries his head into luke who wraps his arm around him and hugs him tight

The alarm ring again, luke groans and reaches a hand over to turn it off. Ry groans in pain from the ringing in his head that has increased due to the alarm. In an attempt to turn off the alarm luke knocks his phone under the bed, forcing him to fully get out of bed. Ryan groans as Luke shifts away.

"Pleaseb turn it off" ryan sniffles and then coughs until he can barely breathe anymore.

"I am baby dont worry" luke now standing turning off all alarms and setting his phone back down. "I need to get some medicine in you, ill be right back with some and a thermometer bc im sure *luke reaches and touches ry's forehead* yep your burning up" ryan leans into lukes touch and falls alittle as he leaves. Ryan is left in a miserable ball under serval blankets. He is so cold and sweating at the same time. His head still throbbing and the congestion is building in his sinuses. His nose is so stuffed and wont stop running.

"Grrraarrr imb cant breathe" ry grabs the box of tissues off the nightstand and blows his nose trying to clear something anything, but atlas nothing, however it did bring a intense tickle to his nose. He grabs another tissue in anticipation of the impending explosion.

"Ahh a-aaah eehhhhh aaahhh imb ahh i - gon aahh a nna ahhh ACHHOOOOO ACHITSH HESTISCH sneeze ahhh EEHESTUISH AAAACHHHOOO" ry is mess, he destroyed the tissues, theres a snot string from his nose to his hand, both nostrils are dripping with snot, both hands are covered.

"Bless you baby" luke says alittle louder since he is in the bathroom. Waking out into the room with the stuff in his hands, he sees the state Ryan is in and rushes over "wow big ones huh bug*chuckles* here i got you" luke puts the stuff down half haziderly, grabs many tissues, bringing them to rys nose. Cleaning the snot string from his nose to his hands, with. Few more tissues he cleans ry up and then grabs and few more tissues "blow". Ry does as luke says even tho he knows its going to be really messy which it was.

"Thank you" sniffles "but you didbnt havfe to dob that, imb gross" ry starts tearing up

"Ry bug are you crying, whats wrong i mean except for your obvious plague?" Luke places a hand on rys cheek, wipes away a few tears.

Through sniffled tears "imb gross, a mess its embarrassing i-" luke cuts him off

"I dont care how gross you are, i love you"

"So you admit imb gross"

"Yes, but your my gross boy"

Ry giggles and sniffles before coughing harshly towards the bed. Luke brings him into his arms, hold him, rubs his back.

"Okay fineb i feel miserable, everything hurts, i cant breathe out of my nose, imb so cold *sniffles* when are you going to work?" Ry sniffles thickly and wipes his nose on his sleeve, well technically lukes swearshirt sleeve that ry wears anytime he doesnt feel good, so its a clear indicator when sowmthing is wrong.

Ry is radiating heat and he's cold, luke throught as he grabs the therometer he threw down earlier.

"Im working from home, now open up" ry obeys and opens his mouth, waits for the beep which rings in at.... "Yikes 102.9, no wonder you feel awful, here take some medicine i have Tylenol and some sort of cold-flu cough medicine that should help with the fever as well" luke grabs one and dumps out the recommended amount hands it to ry.

"Im out of water" ry turns his head to look at the empty cup on the ground from last night.

"Okay no problem i will go get you some more" luke grabs the glass and leaves

"Okay here you go" luke hands the glass to ry to take the pills, and luke prepares the next ones.

After ry is medicated, he curls up into Luke. He yawns and coughs alittle, closing his eyes.

"Get some rest bug, feel better" luke kisses his forehead and rubs his back, as he falls alseep.

-few hours pass-

Ry is breathing heavy through his mouth as he sleeps on Luke chest, he is watching tv. He needs to get up and go to his desk to stsrt work but Ryan is sleeping so peacfully and he doesnt want to disturb him.

-another hour-

Luke has to start work now and he slides out underneath Ryan and settles him up to the pillow and pulls the covers to tuck him in.

"Sleep well love, ill be right nexr door" luke wispered to ry and kisses his forehead. He tidied up the night stand so the water and tissues were easily accessible to him. His phone also there if he wakes up and needs to knows where luke is, he can see luke texted him 'im in the office, next door'.

Luke turned off the TV, closed the blinds to make it as dark as possible so that his baby could sleep.

Part 2 coming soon!!!

Hope you enjoyed

#may be some spelling errors, I cant English #love me some dyslexia #anywho part 1 of LukexRyan #OCs # part 2 coming soon #messyfic

#snz kink #sneezefic #snzblr

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i-lovethatforme · 2 years

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Things you said I wasn't meant to hear and when I was sick

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For Link and Zelda muhahaha

sir!!!! mmkay here you go you forced my hand!!!! and don't accuse me of cheating it COUNTS!!!! your fave things for you, ER and babies and i am giggling.

MJ feels the mattress dip ever so slightly and channels her acting skills into keeping her face neutral and her breathing steady. She hasn't told Peter she sleeps better when he's next to her because she knows he'll still need to go out. She knew when they discussed whether he even wanted to pull the spandex back on after so long. But Spider-Man was always part of him, it made him who he was and she loves seeing that side of him.

She just loves it a little more when he crawls through their window at three am safe and sound.

Still, she knows he's always felt guilty for leaving her and even more so now she's pregnant, so she keeps her eyes closed and her snoring light as he settles into bed next to her. She'll move around soon, pushing him into the shower because he's not clean even if he did take his suit off. But for right now, she lets him push her hair from her face and rest his hand against her stomach.

MJ knows she feels equal parts excited and equal parts terrified to bring a baby into the world but Peter has never been anything other than ecstatic from the moment he was able to hear the heartbeat.

"Hey Link," he whispers against her stomach and she barely resists the urge to roll her eyes if only because she knows he'll hear it. She's convinced they're having a girl and Peter thinks they're having a boy - they don't mind, obviously. They only want a happy, healthy baby.

Maybe one that's a little sticky if MJ really had to think about it.

"I know your mumma isn't going to let me call you that," Peter grumbles, shuffling down the mattress. MJ lets her fingers card through his hair and she's not sure if he thinks she's awake or if her acting even had him fooled at all. Either way, he continues.

"She's going to think of a much better name for you," he whispers, then, "but just between you and I - being Link for even a little while was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Because I met your mum and she's just my favourite thing in the world. She's going to be yours as well - so maybe, just for me, or her, you can be super nice from now on, okay? Because being sick isn't nice, buddy. But we'll forgive you anyway."

MJ pulls her bottom lip between her teeth to suppress her smile, but she's not sure it works at all, because falling in love was never what she planned. But she loved Peter as Link and she loves him now and she'll love him forever.

"Wait -" Peter starts, his tone making MJ's heart race a little too fast as he places the side of his face against her stomach.

"Two heartbeats?!" he says, too loud for the lateness of the night. MJ's stomach drops - she's a planner, she's planned for one baby. She never planned for two. She immediately thinks about asking May to stay for six weeks instead of three and how she needs to ask her mum to see if she can get another space in preschool and -

"We can have a Link and a Zelda!" Peter shouts, looking up at MJ with no surprise at all that she's awake on his face.

"Peter!"

a 'sequel' (if you squint) to 'lights, camera' by @awakening5 that doesn't count as spoilers bc he loves a happy ending as much as me so!! (idk if the fic ends w them preg like i doubt IT but if so let it be known i called it years in advance and ty) x

#spideychelle #ask game #yes the years in advance is a call out #yes i know peter isn't spidey in the fic but WHAT IF #unEDITED TY

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famouslastwrdz · 1 year

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tw for mention of previous attempts, mention of vomiting bc of overdose

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in the bath musing idly (harmlessly, though so much -drowningdrowningdrown- can go wrong-) over previous baths,

the first of many, age something young maybe 14 or 15, holding a razor (not taken apart, didnt think of it) to the breathing pulse in the inside of my elbow, too scared to hold it even near my wrist (did i know? how shallow it would have needed to be?) before throwing the thing with a plastic crack against the window and getting from the water, cold and disbelieving that i could even consider it

the next was older, 17, 3500mg paracetamol in a cold bath with all my clothes on, my hair done nicely, not enough pills to even touch the sides let alone kill me but the fear felt so much like excitement i didnt bother to check the dose and just fell soft asleep for hours before my mother broke the hinge on the door to scream

the next was 17 again, moved out, drunk, the first time i saw fat on my wrists and startled at the moving tendon just millimetres away from the wound, stained the side of the tub (theres still blood in the cracks of the broken side of it, i scrub at them every time i get in) so close to what i wanted but was so afraid of

age 19, wendy's again alone, the worst of any of them because i knew fatal dose and nearly took it, would have if there was enough, (mixed pills anyway, desperate), nearly didnt run the bath in time (thought the hot water would help with the pain i knew would happen, what a joke), water going cold as i had to remember how to breathe how to move how to feel anything but the slow boiling pain across my abdomen and into my chest; 3 hours of it before vomiting into the sink, shoulders holding me up failing and slamming back-first into the bath, spitting bile down my chest because i couldnt move my head with the agony in my skull, gagging around nothing for 2 hours before crawling sticky and sweaty and covered in thin vomit back into bed, another failure

age 20, now, this bath, i sit with my tea and a book and i wonder if any of it will ever leave me. phantom pain creeps across my wrists, into my torso, across my elbow, my shoulders. i am grounded by it. i close my eyes and reach out to all these past versions of me, and two reach back.

we lay in this bath now, agatha, ghost, myself. the two from the worst one, the last one, both have the memory. aggie shakes less nowadays, used to be this awful trembling thing, so quick to startle and immediate to cry. but they still tense at baths, snuff still has to hold the side of the tub, i still breathe through my nose in case im sick again.

safe this time. i open my book and carry on reading.

you sleep in the next room (if my laptop hasn't crashed),

everything is safe.

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lilbittymonster · 2 years

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For the Fic Writer's Ask: 7, 10 and 43. Plz and thank. 😘

(Not me forgetting to answer this for uhhhh Time bc it vanished into my notes lmao)

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

It depends. If I'm looking for just a quick smut before bed then obviously, shorter fics are going to be better than another 140k masterpiece lol. I do also like reading little slice of life fics, but I have to already be invested in whatever characters are present.

I do on occasion like to tag crawl for longer stuff if I'm getting the "I need to sink my teeth into something" itch. But again, like with Fallout and XIV, it's difficult to find other people's OCs to get invested in.

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Uuuhhhhsjdlhdfalhfalef (fuck why can't I hold all these blorbos) well, current fandom I'm both reading and writing for is FFXIV so that's where my brain's at most of the time. Unfortunately I am sick to death of the way most of fandom writes my faves (mostly Estinien, but also Aymeric gets flattened a lot too) so reading for them is a bit of a crapshoot. I have some very few precious and trusted authors that I will read from and that's about it.

I am also always rotating my friends' writing like doner kebab in my head and devour it for breakfast every morning! They've given me so much brainrot and I have multiple wrinkles in my frontal lobes devoted to these clowns, they give me acid reflux(affectionate).

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

I think the first big bang I did was for Critical Role back in.....2018? 2019? And the whole build up of getting my partner assigned and coming up with an idea and then having a whole community also working on their pieces and just mutually hyping each other up was so welcoming and a new experience for me, as someone who had never really done forums or AOL roleplay or any of that Other Netizen Communal Stuff.

I was also in an rp group for a bit where we were doing a Mighty Nein meets Vox Machina, Mollymauk was a lost son of the de Rolos cinematic universe which I still think back on fondly and kinda miss, even though I've stepped out of CR fandom for the most part.

The current serotonin factory has been the GAP channel in the discord. I've finally found a group of friends I feel comfortable making OCs with and going "yeah, they bone down nasty" and now it has blossomed into the most beautiful on-fire circus tent I have ever seen. There's a spreadsheet. And a fuck matrix. It's great.

Thank you for the asks @crackinglamb (pls give Catbab a smorch for me and say hi to LL for me)

Fic Writer Asks

#replies #crackinglamb #this got a lil rambley but hey it happens

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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years

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bts as giveon songs

namjoon: world we created

“i just wanna stay in the world we created/ i just wanna sink in the plans that we’re making/ when i leave i’m not looking for a replacement for what i got”

it’s 1:15 am. his flight leaves in 4 hours. the car that’s coming to take him to the airport arrives in 1 hour. but, for now he’s holding you in his arms. back pressed against the headboard, you in his lap, gently swaying from side to side, promises of forever whispered, softly floating through the air. he’ll be gone for a month. schedule so jam packed you know once again your relationship will be moved to the back seat but you’ll always be in the front of his mind. and when he returns he’ll be coming back to you.

seokjin: vanish

“you said you hate me and you wish i would vanish/ okay you love me baby i speak your language”

“i hate you.” you were going through a rough patch. that’s what this was. it was bound to happen. no two people can sail on smooth waters all the time. “i hate you too.” he looked at you from across the room, tears streaming down your face. he sighed heavily walking toward you and pulling you into his arms. you didn’t mean it. he didn’t mean it either. you meant the world to him. he hated fighting. he especially hated fighting with you. but if that’s what it meant to keep you he would.

yoongi: like i want you

“see you face to face i’m thinking bout the days we used to be/ but i can’t make a scene/ no i can’t make it seem/ like i want you”

he keeps his face stoic. like it always is. he was never one to give much away. he’s here at this cafe bc you wanted him here. for closure. he’d been dodging you for weeks. he didn’t want it. bc he still wanted you. looking at you sitting across from him brought back every beautiful and painful memory he’d ever experienced with you to the surface and it hurt so good he wonders how he was able to keep a straight face. you’re talking and he’s hearing you but he’s not really listening. didn’t want to if this was you telling him goodbye for the last time. he reaches across the table and covers your hand with his. you stop talking. you’re both staring at your now conjoined fingers at a loss for words. simultaneously, you look up at each other. did you still love him too?

hoseok: this ain’t love

“yeah i might just pay the tab/ gucci up the bag/ please don’t get attached if you text me and i hit you back/ this ain’t love”

the bag was nice. more than nice. gorgeous. pairs well with the shoes he bought you last week and the dress he got a month ago. he did things like that. sometimes sent them with a note “this reminded me of you” or “saw this and i thought of you” or “you like this don’t you?” but he wasn’t yours. he never was. he didn’t always respond when you texted him but when he did your heart soared. loved his attention. loved him. but whenever you looked at him like you did. whenever you opened your mouth to say those three words. he’d always cover yours with his. he didn’t want to hear it. he didn’t want you to mess up what you had. he couldn’t give you what you wanted. for now the only thing he could give you was that bag.

jimin: still your best

“still your best, me/ when you wanna come back?/i lay you back on your back and do you just like that”

you said he wasn’t enough. that his love wasn’t enough. cool. he was done with it. done with the constant back and forth. the on and off relationship. he was sick of it. if you didn’t want him, fine. but the new guy you were with? a joke. he snorted when he saw you two together. if that’s what you wanted then it was fine by him. except he knew it wasn’t. that’s why you kept crawling back to him. with whatshisface in the day but in his bed at night. and that was fine too. you could have his body. but you’d never get his heart back.

taehyung: heartbreak anniversary

“i still see the messages you read/ i’m foolishly patient/ can’t get past the taste of your lips/ don’t wanna let you out my head”

it’s been a year. you look the same. just as beautiful as he remembers. he knows bc he’s sitting outside of your job. he has been for the past two hours. it’s been a year. he should be over you but he’s not. he hasn’t been the same since you left. it’s evident to everyone who seen him. he wonders if you know. if you care. he opens up the last thread of messages between you two. everything read but nothing responded to. he wishes you would talk to him. you’re the one for him. and he’s the one for you, isn’t he?

jungkook: favorite mistake

“even when you’re gone the feelings just grow stronger/ should leave it alone but you’re still getting closer/ we both know it’s wrong/ can’t keep this for long/ but while it’s going on/ i’ll put it in a song”

he was late. he was supposed to be working on a track with yoongi, but he was with you. always with you. always wanna be with you. always thinking about you. he shouldn’t but he does. you’re with someone else. he doesn’t care. he does. he should delete your number. he doesn’t. “are you okay, man?” he is. he was just with you. when he’s with you he feels so high. he never wants to come down. but he always does. he wants to see you. he can’t. he has work to do. you have another man to do. “yeah.” he knows what he wants this song to be about. you. always you.

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eremiie · 3 years

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Hello there I really like your writing and I was maybe wondering I can get some angst of a cheating eren who break his s/o heart

yes you can!! i shed a few tears writing this bc i was listening to sad music & thinking, but i hope you enjoy, i am not the best at writing angst😪!

cheers to you - eren x reader

in which eren breaks your heart and you have no choice but to move on.

tw; crying, heartbreak ig idk

2.5k words | angst | modern au

"okay."

you pushed at sasha's phone, you didn't want to see anymore. you were trying to suppress your tears, refusing to cry in front of your two friends.

sasha took one more look at the photos before swiping out of her camera roll, looking back up at you with a frown, hitch likewise. "_____, are you okay?"

and you hated when people asked you that. you thought you were doing fine, you thought you could keep everything down but you simply thought wrong. you croaked out the smallest sound, but before you could even get a word out the tears began to spill, your eyes becoming bleary with the suffocating liquid and the suffocating feeling surrounding your heart. you felt so dumb.

hitch rushed to your side pulling you into a hug until your head fell against her shoulder, body going limp besides the soft heaves that would leave your shuddering body. the pictures of eren were embedded in your head, replaying in your mind, constantly on repeat and you wished to think of anything else that wasn't clawing at your heart like the photos lingering in your subconscious. it was all you could see, almost like a photo album; eren's hands sat on some random girls waist while she straddled him, his jaw slacked open as she ground against him, whoever taking the photo catching her mid grind. his eyes were half lidded if you remembered correctly, reddening, he must've been high.

you couldn't tell if that fact alone hurt you less or more.

your mind swiped, another photo with the same blond haired girl, this time her hands cupping his face and his hands gripping her ass while they engaged in a kiss that you wished was chaste. you were repulsed that your lips had met his in almost the same manner before he left for that party the same night. more sobs left your poor quivering lips, hitch's grip around you tightening as she tried to shush your sobs and cries.

sasha's hands ran over her face as she shook her head clear disappointment evident as she watched you and hitch.

"what did i do wrong?" you gasped for air finally pulling away from hitch, the only body part connecting with hers be your hands that she clasped so delicately as if, if she squeezed too tight you would break. "my heart hurts, it hurts, it hurts," you babbled as tears fell from the bottom of your chin and the bridge of your nose, your eyes were puffy and swollen. "this hurts so bad," you conveyed your emotions through words another gasp leaving your lips.

"you did nothing wrong," hitch reassured rubbing her thumbs against the surface of your hands. "he's just an idiot."

"it's gonna hurt, and that's okay," sasha scooted forward from her position on the floor laying her head in your lap and you knew she was right but god, you didn't want it to hurt. you wanted the pounding in your head to stop, the recurring thoughts to stop, the salty tears streaming down your cheeks to stop, i mean you wanted someone to tell you exactly where you messed up so you could go back and try again.

"do you want us to stay with you tonight?"

you looked down at the side of sasha's face, one of your hands letting go of hitch to comb through brunette hair, and the lazy bun in the back of her head seemed all too familiar already, the way a couple of flyaways framed the front of her face had you covering your mouth, repressing a gag with your palm, sasha whipping her head around to confront the source of the sound, worry on her face, but you squeezed your eyes shut, even the furrow in her brow reminding you all too much of the boy.

"______?" hitch's arms were back around you but you quickly pushed them off feeling the rising feeling of your breakfast you had not too long ago, rushing to the trash can in the corner of your dorm letting your remnants spill from your stomach. the feeling of throwing up felt so foreign to you, you couldn't even remember the last time you did it, and to some degree you wished your heart came up with it.

hitch's mouth parted in the slightest not even sure what to say but the anger behind her eyes was apparent. "baby, i'm so sorry." was all she could say in response while your body crouched beside the trash can, your hands slipping from the rim until they were palm first on the floor, slowing turning into fists.

"i wanna be alone for a couple hours." you managed to utter with a sniff.

"you sure?" sasha asked, standing up awkwardly with hitch reciprocating. you nodded your head and it felt like everything was going in snapshots, them walking to the door, the door opening and their bodies disappearing, your figure laying back in your bed and then the next snapshot didn't come, sleep had came so quick you didn't even have time to process it.

❈ ❈ ❈

your eyes fluttered slightly and you relished in the heat over you for a minute. your mind felt like a clean slate for the time being, as your eyes opened to the bed next to you, sasha's figure vacant from her bed. you remembered asking for some space before you left but you thought she'd had return by now. it was dark, but it couldn't have been too late as orange rays from the sun were attempting to shine through your curtains, making you assume that it was just around seven, the sun setting soon. but you craved the warmness that was around you a little more, pulling down to reach for your blanket, until your body froze.

the hand wrapped around your waist, much like in the photographs engraved in your brain twitched and that same sickness felt like it was resurfacing yet you dared to move, tears brimming again subconsciously.

"eren," you mumbled under your breath.

"hm?" oh, so he was awake.

your face scrunched up in agony at the sound of his voice, your eyebrows coming together, your eyes shutting and you biting your lip so hard the taste of blood collected on your tongue. "please," your breathing began to thicken again, you wanted to move his arm but your body was almost stuck in place. "move."

eren groaned against your back, nose nuzzling into the back of your neck and you mentally cringed. "get out," you said abruptly, body jolting at the sudden movement and you felt him still behind you. how did he even get in? and then you immediately regretted making an spare dorm key and giving it to him only a couple months into your relationship. "get out, get out." you finally regained some self control, your body slithering from under his until your arm touched the floor and you crawled away from your own bed. "go, what are you doing?" you lashed, his gingerly stare making you aware of the tears cascading down your face again.

eren stared back at you finally lifting his head up from the spare pillow that he always slept with when he spent nights with you, the pillow that stayed tucked away on your bed and the same pillow that you'd have to wash and get rid of that stupid recognizable cologne he wore, the same cologne that would linger on most of his clothing that you owned. "_____,"

"no, leave, please leave, i can't do this."

eren seemed genuinely confused, sitting up completely now and scooting forward until his legs dangled off the bed. "baby, what's-"

you winced at the nickname and clutched at your stomach, feeling the emptiness inside from the lack of food, yet you still felt the urge to dispel anything inside of it still. "please leave." you almost felt lightheaded, you felt as if you weren't being heard and you were sick.

the significant sound of the dorm keycard slot beeping until sasha's figure came back in, "_____, i left the key hear but luckily i had a keyca-" her voice slowly died down as she studied the scene of the dorm, your body on the floor away from your bed and eren's figure sat on the same bed, both pair of eyes now looking up at her."

"what the hell?" sasha stormed over to eren grabbing his arm in a feeble attempt to pull him off of your bed. although she wasn't strong enough eren did stand up, mainly because of your pleas for him to get out just earlier. "get out! she doesn't want you here, weirdo!" sasha exclaimed pointing towards the door clear anger flashing in her eyes. "and don't just come in here uninvited again!"

those green eyes that would unknowingly keep you up for nights after today kept that confused gaze on you as he walked around you and made you feel stupid and small. we're you overreacting? were those pictures just your imagination?

"_____..." eren mumbled before looking at your frame on the floor once more.

“get out!” sasha exclaimed.

you weren't sure if he was just that dense or he was hiding the fact that he knew exactly what he did. the door shut and you immediately began crying again, this time harder. wails of pain escaping your throat. your cries were loud and full of pain. you clutched at your shirt as if to grasp at your broken heart.

"oh my gosh." sasha dropped her keycard and bag onto your bed where she still stood and got on the floor with you pulling you as much into her lap as possible. you felt fragile in your hands, her gripping at the sweatshirt around your body. she listened to your cries, responding with "i knows," and "mhm," as if they were telling her a story, simply listening to the aching noises that were leaving you.

"sasha," you finally mustered the courage to speak a few words again, although they resembled your words from yesterday. "i'm hurting."

"i know, i know."

"i loved him." you blinked so you could see a little clearer, lifting your head to look at sasha, bringing your hands to either side of her head, your thumbs stroking her jaw. "i thought he loved me? why? why?"

sasha couldn't bare to look at your sad, damaged eyes and instead pulled you back against her chest. although your sobs died down she could feel the convulsing of your body and opted to hold you for as long as you needed.

“does he even know what he did? does he even know how much pain i’m in right now?”

sasha couldn’t even answer that question. by the looks of it he didn’t, maybe he was high? under the influence? but either way you didn’t have the courage to confront him about it.

instead you spent the next couple of weeks sulking, mending to your broken heart and staying out of eren’s way, no matter how many times he tried to communicate with you. it seemed as if word got to him on what he did, sasha getting connie to talk to him, and as angry as eren got there was no denying what he did, especially with photo evidence.

your phone blew up with his own pleas begging for forgiveness, begging for you to talk to him, to come back, to do something.

but you were fragile, and you knew that even being in his vicinity would tear you apart bit by bit. you didn’t want to weep in front of him, you didn’t want to be in front of him in the first place, nor did you want his pity.

did you want to get back with him? the question still pondered on your mind constantly but both sasha and hitch refused to let you, and they were perfectly fine with the situation going unresolved if it meant better for you.

"so?" hitch pointed the straw of her frappucino at you. "i really think you just need to try exploring your options, just living a little. you can go to the next party with sasha and i, i promise we won't mind."

“hitch i want her to go to a party too but i don’t know about her getting with anyone.” sasha swirled the stick inside her latte to mix it up before sucking the liquid off the end.

now it had been a few months since you had seen eren, a few months since you began to heal yourself slowly compared to those first couple weeks. you had to really thank hitch and sasha for being there most of the way for you, and you had to especially thank netflix and sleep for being two of your greatest distractions.

you never officially broke up with eren, sure you saw him in the hallways (and you were certain he saw you as well) you had a couple lectures with him where the two of you would sneak glances at each other; which kind of reminded you of when the two of you first began liking the other. he never made an effort to speak to you after the first couple weeks when he would text your phone constantly, as much as it seemed like he wanted to still.

"i don't know hitch. i haven't even got rid of his stuff yet. they're still sitting in that stupid box in the corner of me and sasha's dorm." sasha nodded in confirmation taking a bite of her biscuit.

"but i don't think that box should stop you from getting out the house again. you haven't really been anywhere besides maybe target with sasha. plus i miss seeing you!"

you rolled your eyes with a slight chuckle. "you see me at least three times, especially when... you know, you came like everyday at first."

hitch shrugged her shoulders and then took another sip of her drink. "but do you think i can start seeing you more is the question? c'mon this is the first step towards a new life without that bastard."

you pondered on the thought before a small sigh escaped your lips, and you slowly nodded your head.

"really?" hitch exclaimed, her hands reaching across the table to grab yours. "you mean you won't mind coming to the party this saturday?"

you narrowed your eyes at hitch. "this was your plan wasn't it?"

"yes, yes it was. but there's no backing out now."

"yes, hitch, i'll come to the party this saturday." you decided that maybe this would help your healing heart in the least and you would try to push aside the boy that broke it for the couple hours just to spend time with your friends. but you couldn't help and wonder, "what if i bump into him at the party? or he tries to talk to me?"

sasha looked at hitch and hitch looked back before both turning their eyes to you. "we can be with you the whole time if that's the case."

"i wouldn't want to ruin your fun."

"babe, hanging out with you is one of the points of bringing you, ____." sasha smiled.

you internally twitched at the mention of the nickname ‘babe’ but neither one of your friends seemed to tell. you were getting better with reacting to things that reminded you of him, and you didn’t hysterically start crying at the slightest mention or object that related to him.

"we got you, okay?"

you frowned slightly but gave sasha a smile back and squeezed hitch's hand in the slightest. "yeah, okay."

this was the beginning of a new life for you, you wouldn’t spend your days sulking after him anymore. cheers to you and your first big step forward.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren angst #eren aot

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adezahnae · 3 years

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While We’re on a Little Trip (Part 3)

A/N: Hello my princesses😌 I hope you all didn’t wait too long for this🥺 I wasn’t feeling like myself bc of my period🙄 I hope you enjoy💕

Warnings: Bit of plot twist, humor, fluff, slight smut, love making, secrets, Daddy kink, jaehyun got some explaining to do😔

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

Me and Jaehyun were now in a store, paying for snacks for the road, well for the flight. I couldn’t control my excitement as we were getting things. “Oh my gosh! Omg! I can’t believe I’m getting on an actual plane soon!” I said following behind him. “Mhm.” He said not paying me any attention and just grabbing things while listening.

“It’s just like...this is what the rich people do! Go on trips that needs a plane!” “Mm.” “And what if it’s first class?! Like ooo!!! I’m gonna be soo happy!” “It’s a private jet, babe.” He said now walking to the cash register. “Eeee! Yes! That’s even better!! Like it’s like rich couple vibes and with the house as well along with a nice car and speaking of car, we were drove here! Ha! This is so coolll!! And just imagine how beautiful it’s gonna be up there..WAIT! HOW BEAUTIFUL IT’S GONNA BE UP THERE!” I ranted like an excited child in a candy store.

Jaehyun sighed. “One popsicle please?” He asked the cashier. The man gave him one and paid for it. “Thank you, come on Y/n.” Jaehyun said while pushing me out of the store. “But no! Didn’t you say the house we’re staying at is gonna be on a private beach?! Ahh! I can’t wait! The waves of the pretty water and maybe the moon will shine!” I said as he helped me in the car.

“Yes sweetheart.” He said entering after me. “I can’t even form a correct sentence anymore, this is the best thing ever! Like the best thing ev-“ I was cut off by him popping the popsicle in my mouth. “Baby..you’re talking too much. Just wait until we get there okay?” He said. I nodded. “Ooh! This is the blue flavor!” I mumbled while eating the popsicle. He smiled at me. “Okay, you can go now.” Jaehyun said to the driver. “Yes sir.” The driver said.

We were now in the parking lot of the plane and our luggage was getting loaded into the plane. I finally finished my popsicle and Jaehyun helped me out of the car. “Wow!” I exclaimed as I looked at the jet. “This is beautiful Jae! Really!” I said hugging onto him. He hugged me back and kissed my forehead. “Come on, let’s get on.” He said taking my hand and leading me to the plane. Before we could enter fully, we heard a car pull up.

“JAEHYUN! STOP!” We heard a girl say. We turned around and seen that it was a different girl. “Jae. I have to talk to you.” She said. “Jaehyun, who is this?” I asked. “Y/n, get on the plane and don’t say a word.” He said to me. I looked at her and back at him. “Jae-“ “Baby, don’t go against my word right now.” He said turning his head towards me. I sighed and nodded.

“Okay..” I walked on the plane and sat down on the chairs. Wow, it had a kitchen, a bed, a bathroom. It was like a mini house apartment. I went up the stairs and seen that it gives you the top view of plane. “Wow..” I smiled. I heard that the jet was taking off now and I then hear Jaehyun enter the jet, without a word.

I went back down the stairs and seen him in the chair, with his head in his hand. “Jae?” I called. I approached him slowly. “Jaehyun?” I called again. “Yes?” He replied. “It’s okay...whatever it is..it’s okay..” I said rubbing his shoulders. I walked around and straddled his lap. He breathed out and let his hands fall to my sides. “I love you..remember that, Y/n.” He said.

He looked as if he did something wrong or ashamed of something. “I know, tell me what’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head and pulled me towards him. “Just...tell me you love me.” He said. “I love you..I’ve always had and I always will.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder. His lips traveled up my neck and to my lips.

His movements on my body started to roam up. He took the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it down. He found my bra clip and unclipped it. He picked me up and placed me on the bed. He pulled off my heels and let my hair down. He kissed on my neck again while he pulled my dress down along my bra. I gripped on his shoulder. “Jae..” I moaned. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. While I did that, his lips were on my nipples.

He left soft kisses and sucks on them. I arched my back up and put my fingers in his hair. He took the rest of my dress off with my bra and underwear and placed them in the chair beside us. He pulled down his pants and underwear and kissed my cheek, sliding in. I gasped out and bit my lip. “J-Jaehyun...Daddy..” I whispered moaned. He groaned while moving his hips in and out slowly. “Do you love Daddy? Forever?” He asked me with the still same regret in his voice.

I was in too much pleasure to talk about his tone. “Yes. I’m gonna always love you..” I said placing my hand on his cheek. He rocked his hips into mine faster, making me groan out. “I love you too Y/n..” He whispered looking in my eyes. We made love as the jet was now flying in the sky.

Jaehyun’s POV

I sighed out as I sat by the end of the bed. Y/n was now asleep behind me and it was night. How can I tell her this? This would break her, it would hurt her so much...My thoughts were cut off by my phone vibrating. I seen that it was Alexa calling me. I picked up the phone and answered. “Hello?” I said. “She wants to speak to you..” She said. “Go ahead.” I said. “Hi daddy.” I heard my daughter’s voice say.

“Hey baby, how are you?” I asked. “I’m okay..I miss you daddy.” She said. “I know baby, Daddy misses you too.” I smiled. “When will I see you again?” She asked me. I smiled at her words. “Soon baby. You will see daddy real soon.” I said. “Okay..I wove you. Do you wove me?” She asked. I shed a tear. “Daddy will always love you. No matter what happens.” I replied. I heard her give the phone back to Alexa. “Hey.” She said. “Yes?” I replied wiping my tear. “Why her?” She asked, knowing who she was talking about. “Alexa you have no right to ask me what’s going on in my life.” I said.

“But! She was pretty! Jaehyun! I was before her, and that crazy bitch of a wife you married! I have your daughter! You can’t tell me why you choose her?” She complained. “You sound pathetic, Alexa. We are over. It’s been three years now.” I said. “Does she call you Jaebear as well?! Did you beat her like you did me?!” “I did not beat you Alexa.” I growled. “Yes you did! You always did! Remember when I put you in jail for that?! Does she know that you’re a woman beater?!” She exclaimed.

I peeked over at Y/n to see her fast asleep still. I went upstairs and sat down. “Listen, don’t you dare talk about this shit in front of my daughter because I know she is still there. I turned my life around Alexa.” I said. “Did you really?! How about the time where you forced me to get pregnant with her, when I told you I didn’t want children! You forced me to get pregnant with Lia!” She cried.

I sighed. “Alexa stop it right now.” “No! I’m sick of this! Being under your spell like I wasn’t there before her! I am the first one! Before your bitch ass wife and my stupid ass sister!” She yelled. “WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT HER!” I yelled. “You must really love her...why can’t you love me Jaehyun?! Me?!”

“Because you were hell to me! In and out my wallet every night we slept together! And do you see the shit you’re putting me through right now?! Why do you wanna be in the picture soo badly again Alexa?!” I exclaimed. “I hate you..you make me sick!! You put me through hell! You hit me every damn day!” - “I only hit you twice Alexa and told I would never do it again.” - “I don’t remember none of that! You put me through so much shit..I HATE YOU!” - “I hate you too! Believe what you want, I care nothing for you anymore. I care for only my daughter.”

She went silent. I heard her walk away and close the door. She sighed. “Jae..you always know how to get me hot and bothered don’t you?” She said on the phone. I hear her unzip her pants. I sighed. “Alexa stop this right now.” I said. I heard her moan. “Please..say more harsh words to me. You know, your cruelty always got me wet..” She said.

“Alexa, I said to stop.” I growled. “Ooh growl again, come and hit me. You knew that turned me on too..” she moaned as she touched herself more. “Alexa, you’re fucking mental. You choose to fight with me every change you get and I’m sick of it..I will be coming for my daughter. We’re over.” I said. “Yet you’re still on the phone, listening to my wet pussy. Why don’t you hit me like you did before? You knew I liked it. Just pretend it’s Y/n. Pretend like you’re listening to her moans over the phone. Come and hit me Jae..put your hands on me.” She moaned.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Okay Alexa. Listen to Daddy.” I said. “Mhm? What do you want me to do?” She asked. “Take the hand you’re touching yourself with and use that thumb to rub over your clit.” I instructed. She whined out as she did so. “What else?” She asked. “Now take your other and hang up the damn phone. I’ll see you in court when I get back.” I said. “Jae!” I hung up on her and walked back downstairs. I seen that Y/n was still asleep. I sighed and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m putting you through this...” I whispered while rubbing her hair, shedding a tear. “Jae?” She called. “Yes baby?” He said. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?” I asked. I quickly wiped my face. “No reason Princess. Just go back to sleep..” I said. She nodded. “Stay with me..” She mumbled as she pulled me towards her. I crawled in bed with her and let fall asleep on my chest. I stroked her hair as I looked out at the clouds and the stars and moon. I have my ex-wife trying to ruin me and Y/n’s life, I have my daughter to think about, and now Alexa is trying to come back and my past is trying to haunt me alive...Why did I do this? “How am I gonna do this?” I said to myself.

Your POV

I woke up from my slumber and turned around to see Jaehyun’s sweet smile. “Good Morning.” He said. I smiled and kissed his lips. “Good Morning.” I replied. “We’re here..” He said. I sat up in the bed. “Really?!” I exclaimed. “Mhm. Here put your clothes on.” He said handing me my sundress with my sandals. “Okay, let me go and brush my teeth.” I smiled running to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and showered.

I got out of it and I put my dress on. I walked out of the bathroom to see Jaehyun dressed as well in some jeans, a button up shirt and a cap that was backwards. “Are you ready?” He asked me with a smile. I nodded. “Uh huh! Let’s go!” I said grabbing my bag. I figured all of our bags were in the car and we walked out of the plane.

We seen the driver and bodyguards fighting with some woman. “Let me go! I know him!” She yelled. “Stop.” Jaehyun said. The men pulled away and revealed the same girl who was there when we boarded the plane with a small girl in her arms. Jaehyun stopped dead in his tracks as if he just saw a ghost. “I told you Jae, you can’t just throw me away!” She yelled. She looked strung out on drugs.

“Jaehyun who is this?!” I exclaimed out of fright. “Hi daddy..” the little girl waved. “W-What?” I asked. Jaehyun looked over at me and then back at her. “Oh! I’m sorry we haven’t met, I’m Alexa! Yo-“ “Alexa.” Jaehyun said. I looked in between the both of them and seen that I favored her a little bit. “Why?! Just tell her! You’re so weak!” Alexa yelled.

“Tell me what?” I asked, lowly. “That your little boyfriend her was fucking-“ “Damn it Alexa shut the hell up!” Jaehyun yelled. “No! I’m not leaving! You need to spend time with your daughter anyways!” Alexa yelled. “D-Daughter?” I questioned. “Damn it Alexa, LEAVE!” Jaehyun yelled while losing his temper. “Daddy..Why are you yelling?” The little girl asked while frightened. Jaehyun sighed.

“Alexa give my damn daughter and leave.” Jaehyun said. He took the little girl from her arms. “Now leave.” He growled. She smirked. “You know I love this side of you Jae..” She said trying to feel on him. I step forward. “Just go...” I said. “Aww how cute you are-“ “Leave me the hell alone.” Jaehyun said. “Fine..but you will never forget me. Ever..” She said. She got in her car and pulled off from us. “Daddy..I’m hungry.” Little girl pouted. “Okay, we’re gonna go and get something for breakfast..” Jaehyun said.

I couldn’t register anything at this moment. A daughter? Alexa? What was she trying to tell me? I seen Jaehyun turn to me. “Y/n-“ “Don’t. I...can’t think right now..” I said. I got in the car and shut the door behind me. I heard him sigh and get in after me. I put on my seatbelt and looked out the window. He got in the car after me and put his daughter in the seat beside him. He buckled her up and himself in the seatbelts. “You can go.” He said to the driver. “Yes sir.” We drove off to a restaurant in silence. I couldn’t even stomach to look in his direction...

#jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #jaehyun nct #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #jaehyun #nct 127 x reader #nct ff #nct 127 ff #jaehyun ff

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Prelude - I need to stop catching sight of poetry on my explore page lol. This is entirely self-indulgent and very specific cause I’m rotting thru life rn and so if u dislike I understand lol. When I was in the hospital this last time it sucked rlly bad and like the awful horny degenerate I was I kept thinking abt Kirishima and soft sweet Sugawara idk lol

Pairing - Death god Kirishima x Reader

Warnings - Suicide, suicide attempt, no smut. Death. Drunk Drivers. Yandere but only a little bit and cause I can’t voluntarily accept love it has to be forced bc I cannot handle the thot of someone who is sane loving me bc there is no freaking way lol

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5Iy1wdO0tMaHwKnfFYtlel?si=-vqod-W6SHia8ui2Hdl_9g

Adding this one bc it’s like one of my favorites and I wish god I wish and I hope that this year is better than the last amen lol also there’s nothing more sad to me than someone pleading and begging and crying for the year to treat you nicely like bitch u okay? no. the answer is no.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0xRO7EKgYKVB8zKIoiXMDD?si=HYBaiBzjRGmQwfCHgnTUxA

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“It hurts.” You had told him, as the entity sat at the end of your hospital bed.

He often sank heavily onto the nearest surface, as if his bones ached with the weight of his body. You saw him often during those first few days in the hospital, days spent puking up pills, every move you made monitored, doctors and nurses scolding you about the severity of your actions.

You didn’t think they could see the hulking figure that comforted you.

“I”ve heard that it’s supposed to.” The red god of death would think aloud.

“I don’t want it then.” Tears upon your cheeks, soft, misty. “Take it.”

“Your life?” A nod would affirm his question, but the red god would shake his head. “I am no thief. Not a hunter, simply a gatherer of souls. I won’t take what doesn’t belong to me.”

“Then it’s yours, have my life. A gift, from me to you. Don’t make me live it any longer…..”

His sadness would show in his eyes.

But the soul-crushing hugs that were provided were admittedly a tiny bit nice.

“You’re far too sweet for your own good. I’ll receive your life when the time is right, not before.”

“But I don’t want it!” You sobbed into his shoulder, the god seeming to be your only friend in the world.

Hands stroked along your back, soft shushing sounds as the god attempted to soothe you in the ways he knew how. Soft touches, kind truths. “Many don’t. But it happens - life happens anyways. All you can do is find the things that make it less painful.”

“That’s not enough, it still hurts. I can’t stand it.” The sobs wracking your body didn’t stop the entity from holding you.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

——

He’s patient and kind.

Surprising for a god who’s work involves collecting souls as if they were taxes. A job that should be bitter and tiresome, but the entity has infinite softness resting inside of him.

He walks with you, as you get “better“.

You watch him stop to marvel at flowers, to study the way dew drips from trees in little drops, eyes wide and wondering as crows startle from their perches and take off with noisy weeping.

This courtyard is drab and brown, a prison. Safe.

Yet the god of death treats the space gently, with respect. He thanks the old walls for standing, the worn stones beneath your feet. Their service is noted and appreciated. He’s so tender it almost makes you sick.

But you come to realize that he’s simply allowing himself to be vulnerable, to experience the earth and the beings in it.

For as soon as one recognizes vulnerability, which is so different from weakness or tragedy, one experiences a sense of tenderness. Without tenderness, pleasure means nothing. You need only look at the animals to see the truth of that. It is gentleness that distinguishes their playing from the actions they constantly take to ensure their survival.

You ask why he walks with you, why he is so focused on seeing you get “better“.

A soft smile, a meeting of eyes. “There is an end to your pain, sometime and somewhere. It’s most likely not here, not in this place at least-“ and he looks around, at the cold walls, the other sick patients, the staff. All human.

“-It will come. But for now, it’s enough to try and seek it out ourselves.”

You must look more sick than you really are, talking to thin air like that.

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Once you return home, the red god writes you letters.

He’s an old soul, an old god. You’re sure if you asked, he’d be able to recount the very first souls he reaped, a man and a woman, sinful and sweet but in love.

The letters help you get out of bed. What new stories or little quips the god has written pique your curiosity, even when you don’t want to move, don’t want to be awake or alive.

He tells you stories about certain souls, how each one is infinitely interesting, how they all interconnect. How some of them struggle against him, however fruitlessly. But he’s not the one who brought about their death, he’s there to comfort and guide.

Other souls, (“souls like yours” he writes) welcome him, run to his arms like a long lost lover. Their death was terrifying by their own hand, and it hurt. He can’t take away that pain, those memories. The red god says he wishes those souls find peace wherever he must take them afterwards, or at least, some form of contentment.

“The meaning of life is to give life meaning, at least, that’s what seems to be the consensus.” You rip off that part of the letter, hang it on your wall by your bed. The other letters you keep in your nightstand, content with the knowledge that there are souls out there like you

It’s hard work, creating meaning for yourself.

The red god takes to visiting you between each letter, says he misses you, the way your soul cries. He tells you that he wishes he could help you quiet it, quiet that raging, terrible storm that hurls you about.

You make him cookies - it’s the only way you know how to say thank you. It’s what your mother taught you, so it may not be right, but the god eats them nonetheless. He likes it when you eat with him, feeding you bites from his cookie, wiping chocolate off of your nose, making you laugh with stupid jokes and a mouth stuffed full of cookies.

Even if some of them are too crunchy, or others too soft, all of them imperfect.

Imperfection is the essence of humanity, he tells you, and it’s more fun eating each cookie with the thought that you’re devouring your imperfections, making yourself whole again, filling up the empty spaces in your soul.

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Eventually, the crawl back to your feet, rise with the unsteadiness of a toddler. You fall frequently, cry often, but you’re able to get up and try again.

Some days you need to bury yourself in sadness, let yourself feel and feel and hurt. Other days are not so bad, but still tinged with regret and fear and sadness.

The red god is by your side, gives you something to cling to when you waver.

He is always there.

He will be there when you meet your end.

The god is in no hurry.

You question why he wastes his time on you, hours spent reassuring you, talking to you, tucking you in your bed and leaving glasses of water on your nightstand before taking his leave.

Home is a feeling, not a place. Home is with you - that’s what he tells you. You take his breath away, even though he might not even need to breath because he’s the god of death. HIs thoughts muddle and he trips over his feet and can’t help himself from wanting to hold you.

You learn that even gods yearn for home.

He’s capable of feelings and emotions just like any other human. He may be wiser, and older, able to draw from experience and a deep well of wisdom. But he still feels, and feels deeply.

Just as he gives the earth around him such reverence, he extends that same attitude when he deals with you.

“Everything I see reminds me of you. When I wake and the sun creeps over the mountains, hesitant, it reminds me of the way that you rise - haltingly, yet it happens nonetheless. The flowers in the field that so steadily grow, you’re like ground they take root in, soft and unstable yet still tenable with the potential for growth. I don’t know, I haven’t exactly held such closeness with a human-“

He trails off, but you think you understand.

Maybe you don’t. It’s hard to relate to a god.

——

A confession occurs, and you’re surprised to learn that the blood-red god of death is in love.

“What did my hands do before they held yours? What did my heart do without all of this love? I can’t hold enough of you, I carry such love for you in my heart.”

With a frail, hopeless human nonetheless.

You don’t know what to tell him, how to explain that you can barely take care of yourself right now, meet your own needs.

But the red god seems to know, seems to understand the way your breath hitches and your eyes widen. One more hug, squeezed tight to his chest while he promises nothing has to change.

Things do change, even if you wish them not to. The world doesn’t bow to your whims, nor the death-god’s.

Innocent touches, his hand on your shoulder, patting your head, offering to rub out the tension in your back after you’ve had a crushing day - they don’t feel so innocent anymore.

The constant survellience still seemed kind, and you knew it was with your best intentions in mind that the god hovered so close, invading every aspect of your life.

But a creeping tendril of unease took hold, and you worried.

Everywhere you turned, he would be there, ready to support you, walk you through anything you wished.

Again, you questioned his commitment. Why? Why you?

“I can’t explain how fond of you I’ve grown. How heat blossomed in my chest as we grew closer. There’s infinite things I wish to say to you, ways for me to express my-my love, but I’ll just let you live.”

He neither killed you nor let you live.

Was it frightening? Maybe. But you had nothing to really live for, lost, searching for your own meaning in a big big world, floundering in an endless sea of sadness and suffering. You weren’t afraid of anything the god could, or would, do to you.

Until you woke up, not knowing where you were, in pitch black.

Arms encircling your shoulders, a soft body beneath your own, holding you tightly, a hand caressing your cheek.

A sun rose, on a strange new land, on the blood-red god gazing at you.

“There seemed to be so much more time for you. But accidents happen, Drivers drink and hearts give out. I was expecting you to grow old, for us to live and love like that, see how you grew through life.”

He looked around this new world, and you vaguely remember what had come before. A walk along the sidewalk, blaring horns, impact, blood.

“But this will be just as nice. You can stay here with me now. Life can’t cause you anymore pain.”

You don’t feel comforted by those words. There’s no way for you to know whether this new world would be better than the one you left behind.

#kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima imagine #bnha kirishima #kirishima x you #yandere #Yandere kirishima #tw.death #tw.suicide

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Never Meant To Be- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request: What about a angsty fic with Draco where he doesn't want to reveal that he's with a Hufflepuff (even tho she's a pureblood) bc of his image, and she sees him flirting with Pansy and she decides to ignore him until he realizes that she's ignoring him, and he wants to approach but her friend is like "dude u fucked up i have to console her every five seconds" fluffy ending pls!

Kody: damn, i can’t make Pansy gay in here. Sad pog. I also added some extra odds and ends for plot. I hope you still like it anyhow! Also no voldy moldy action. before i get questions, i am indeed fully aware that Fred, George, and Cedric are older then the rest of them. I just do not care lmao.

Year: 7th

House: Hufflepuff

Possible Triggers/Warnings: cursing, angst, Draco sadly being character, Cedric being the bestest of friends, eventual fluff

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you had always fantasized about what having a lover was like. Full of love, honesty, and trust. Who knew you would get secrecy and lies instead. You were in a secret relationship with the one and only Draco Malfoy. It had started almost a whole year ago.

yes. You both were well into graduating soon and still had to sneak around to be together. You might be wondering why right? Draco truly loved you, but he was terrified of his father. Even if you were a pureblood, you weren’t a Slytherin. So if he wanted to keep you, he’d have to hide you.

Draco set ground rules so “We don’t disappoint anyone” you wished he had worded that differently. To sum up the short list, no interacting in public or any public displays of affection. Your were his dirty little secret. You would never want to hurt his feelings, because you loved him.

so you agreed to his rule, but slowly it started to become unbearable. Seeing each other for little amounts each week was painful. Especially how when you were apart, Draco was the same old taunter he always was. You wondered if you made an effect on him at all.

you were lucky you didn’t have to bare this sorrow alone. Your best friend, Cedric Diggory had found out about your little love affair when he found Draco’s Quidditch jersey in your dorm. You eventually caved and told him and ever since Cedric loathed the Slytherin seeker.

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“I’m starving” Cedric grumbled as he walked alongside you, scratching the back of his neck. He had early quidditch practice and had just came back from the showers to eat breakfast, while you had just woken up and were wearing your pjs still.

it was a saturday morning after students had been taking exams all week. So every Hogwarts student was in there pajamas at the moment and no one cared. “Yeah me too. After all the exams i can’t wait to graduate in a week now” you chuckle, reaching up to rub your E/c eyes.

Cedric nods “Yeah, me and Harry have been talking about moving in together after we graduate” he says, a smile forming on his face. You gasp, nudging his arm with your shoulder “That’s great! i’m happy for you, really” he enjoys your enthusiasm, but his smile fades “What?” you question.

he looks behind him before answering “What about you and Malfoy. What are your plans?” your expression drops. “Um well, we haven’t really talked about it. He has to work around his parents and all that” Cedric knew that explanation was bullshit. He didn’t believe Draco wanted to keep you around at all.

but for the sake of your heart, he sucked it up. Putting a smile he wraps an arm around your shoulders “That’s awesome Y/n. Now onwards, food awaits!” he exclaims. You break out into a fit of laughter before the both of you make your way to the great hall.

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“Cedric!” Harry shouts as soon as both of you walk through the great hall doors. Cedric leads you over to the Gryffindor table and you take a seat next to Luna. On the right side was Cedric, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. On the right side, your side sat George, Luna, then you.

“Geez, we’re all wearing our pjs aren’t we?” Hermione pointed out and you all let out a chuckle. “Can you blame us? Exams were such a drag. I’m surprised i didn’t throw myself off the school building” Ron scoffs. “At least they are over now. I have so many naps to catch up on” Luna sighs, leaning on Georges shoulder.

suddenly, the food appeared on the table and you could hear the chorus of cheers come from students. Everyone started to pile the array of breakfast foods with haste. George managed to snatch the last serving of pudding and put it on Luna’s plate. You wondered if Draco would do that for you.

you grab some french toast and piled on a hoard of bacon on your plate. “Oh merlin. Draco Stop!” a cackle bursted through the great hall, causing your small group to turn your heads towards the noise. Sat at the Slytherin table was Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, your boyfriend. Flirting.

“What? I mean it. Your very pretty” a sharp pain came to your chest. This hasn’t happened before. Draco flirting with Pansy. He had never done this before. Why was he doing this? “Y/n?” Cedric looked up at you and reached across the table to grab your hand.

Pansy gripped Draco’s bicep, a flirty smile playing on her features. She was beautiful and everything he could ever want. She was enough. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and pushed up from the bench. “Y/n-” “I have to use the bathroom” you said before Cedric could get a word in.

you began to walk away and out the great hall. ‘Damnit Draco. Why do you have to be like this?’ you thought as tears started to form in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You wipe them quickly and harshly. All you wanted was to be alone.

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you had spent the whole breakfast crying in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She cried with you as well. The sound of students flooded the halls and you knew that meant your friends would be looking for you. That also meant Draco would be waiting for you.

meeting up with Draco in the astronomy tower had become like second nature, but you didn’t want to seem him. It would hurt to much cause as soon as you would look into those grey eyes the look he gave Pansy would burn into your mind a million times over.

you just couldn’t. You get up from the floor, wiping your eyes “Thanks Myrtle. Your nice to talk to” you said. The ghost girl smiles, hovering over the ground “No worries! Now i must tend to my studies!” she exclaims flying into her stall.

smiling, you walk out the bathroom and are instantly met with the sight of your friends standing in front of the entrance. George, Luna, Cedric, Harry. “What’re you guys doing out here?” you asked, tilting your head. “We we’re waiting for you so we can hang out” Cedric smiled, his arm around Harry.

“Hang out? Where? Shouldn’t we change out of our pj's?” you questioned. George shook his head “Nah, i’m taking all of you to my dorm for an unofficial pajama party. Now onwards and upwards” he grabbed Luna’s hand and skipped along with her.

“Wheres Ron and Hermione by the way?”

“Said they were busy. So probably making out somewhere”

“ah okay”

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all of you went into the Gryffindor house and into Georges dorm passing Fred who decided to tag along because he had nothing to do today. As you all settled in George and Luna sat on the bed while Cedric, Harry, Fred, and you took the floor.

you four sat on pillows and blankets. “Now now. I have an entire stash of sugar quills!” George announced as he pulls out a box out from under his bed. He reaches in and grabs a blue one, blueberry and hands it to Luna “These aren’t tampered with right George?” you asked as he walked over to you.

“I gave one to Luna. Your safe, for now” He sent you a playful wink making you laugh. Fred grabbed an orange one, Harry a watermelon, and Cedric a Strawberry. George went over to you and you reached in without thinking. You liked all the flavors so why not. You grasp one and pull it out.

green apple. George goes back over to the bed and unwraps a pineapple flavored sugar quill. Everyone unwrapped there’s as well. You looked at the quill and it reminded you of Draco. Draco, your boyfriend. Your Slytherin boyfriend who flirted with another girl.

Snap!

you look down at your hands. You snapped the sweet in half, leaving the middle of it in small crumbles that were leaking out the package. “Woah, what did the sugar quill do to you?” Fred says, reaching over to grab it from your hands.

“Flirt with another girl, treat me like i’m some sort of stain on his life, hide me away from everyone even though all i want to do is be with him. All the time!” You sputtered out, your hand going over to your mouth. Awkward silence filled the room. A ant could be heard crawling around if you listened hard enough now.

“Y/n” Cedric spoke, sympathy was present in his tone. You felt tears welling up in your eyes again “What- What’s going on?” George spoke up, getting off the bed along with Luna. They all sat in front of you now with a look of expectancy. “I have something to tell you guys”

Cedric shook his head “You don’t have to tell them Y/n” he said “Tell us what? Cedric?” Harry looked at his boyfriend who just gave him a sympathetic smile. You took a deep breath “I had a boyfriend for almost a year now” you said, eyes widening around you. “You what!” The twins said at the same time.

they both quiet down after Cedric glared at them “It’s Draco Malfoy” you added. A smile forms on Luna’s face “I know” she spoke in her soft voice. George snaps his head in her direction “and you didn’t tell me?!” he exclaimed, her smile staying. “It wasn’t my secret to tell Georgie”

the Weasley twin just sighed and pressed a kiss to her temple, mumbling something about her always being right. “You’ve been dating Malfoy for almost a year now and kept it a secret because, why?” Harry spoke up. You exhale before answering “He’s scared of what his father would think”

Fred shook his head “More like his reputation. Wasn’t he all over Parkinson at breakfast. Word spreads at Hogwarts” he scoffs. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. “Y/n you have to start thinking about your future, with out Malfoy” Cedric speaks, rubbing your back with his hand.

“But-” “-But nothing Y/n. I love you like a sister and i know you love him, but he’s just using you. After graduation he’s going to throw you away because that’s who Draco Malfoy is, a user and a asshole who cares about his reputation more then what’s in front of him” Cedric was fuming with anger.

Harry wraps his arms around him, his head digging into the Hufflepuffs back. Cedric visibly calms and leans back into Harry “Sorry” he mumbles. Tears streamed down your face as Fred pulls your body next to his, wrapping his arms around you. He presses a firm kiss to your head “It’ll be okay princess”

will it though?

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you avoided Draco Malfoy all sunday and monday. You had time to think about what you wanted and what Draco wanted. As much as you didn’t want to think about what Cedric had said, your mind did. Maybe he was right. Maybe Draco was using you for all you were worth.

As Cedric walked the halls with Fred Weasley a certain platinum blond stopped in front of him “Diggory. A word please” he spoke, with slight irritation. “What in the hell do you want Malfoy?” he snapped back. Fred had a small grin on his face.

Draco looked at Fred and eyed him up and down before looking back at Cedric “Alone” he says. Fred raises his hands up before nudging Cedrics shoulder. Fred walks down the hall, leaving the two alone, per Draco’s request. “Okay speak” the hufflepuff crossed his arms.

“Wheres Y/n? i haven’t talked to her in three days. Is she okay?” Cedric hated how worried Draco suddenly sounded now after what he did. Cedric let out a bitter laugh “You can drop the act Malfoy. We both know you could care less about Y/n. Don’t you have pug face anyway?”

Draco suddenly realized what was going on. He sighs and rubs a hand over his face “Shit. Look she was coming onto me, i was just messing around. What right do you have in our relationship anyway?” he said, clearly taking offense to his questioning. Cedric. Fucking. Snapped.

“Seriously!? Everytime you fuck up i’m there to pick up the fucking pieces! She’s so stupidly in love with you, for some reason that she ignores it and moves on everytime! She broke down in front of me on saturday because of the stupid shit you did!” Cedric was co close to punching him the face.

he took a couple deep breaths and stepped back while Draco stood frozen “Your not there because you don’t care Malfoy. I never said anything to her before because i wanted her to be happy, but i did on saturday. You will always care about reputation more than Y/n and she knows that now”

with those parting words Cedric turned on his heels and walked away. Draco blinked mindlessly before walking back as well.

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Thursday. One day till graduation. You were holding a box full of colored tinsel that needed to be in the great hall so the planning committee could hang it up. You were passing by in a empty hallway “Need any help, love?” you stop mid step, turning to your left.

“Draco?” you slowly place the box down and look up at him. He seems nervous. He takes a step, arms reaching out for a hug but you step back instead. “Love, what you saw with Pansy i-” “You don’t have to explain Draco, i understand” you nod once. A smile grows on your face.

“Oh thank merlin. Let’s drop this off and hang out somewhere, yeah?” he asked, but you shake your head “I understand that no matter how much i want to be with you. We’re just to different. Draco, we don’t work” you spoke, about to lean down and pick up the box again when Draco grabs your arms.

“If Diggory said i don’t love you that’s the farthest from the truth. I am in love with you Y/n L/n, it’s just my father and the public eye on me. Please don’t do this i- i- can’t live without you” Draco was breaking down in front of you and it was a sight to see.

you held your composure the best you could, practically forcing yourself to not breakdown as well and hug him close to you. Instead you smile lightly and remove his hands from your arms “I don’t doubt you love me, but you should be with somebody your father approves of if his opinion matters that much to you. It’s okay Draco. It was never meant to be. Have a good life”

you bend down to pick up the box, leaving the Slytherin boy to weep alone. You could hear his quiet sobs behind you and had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t cry out as well. You had done it. You had left Draco Malfoy and in all honesty. You felt as if a part of you had been ripped out.

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friday, graduation day. You and Luna were getting ready. You both had picked dresses to wear under your graduation robes. You chose a short black dress while Luna chose a long white sundress. After finishing up, you both made your way to the great hall.

Professor Dumbledore and Mcgonagall said there announcements and gave out a few awards. Cedric Diggory got one for quidditch, which you cheered loudly for. After those some students gave speeches. Hermione’s was very sweet and short and you enjoyed it.

after the clapping died down Mcgonagall stood up “Next student to say a few words is Draco Malfoy” the Slytherins cheered loudly for there headboy while you sunk into your seat. Draco stood up and shrugged off his robes, leaving him in a all black suit and tie. So handsome- wait. Stop Y/n.

he walked up to the front and gave the crowd a slight smile. Oh yeah, i forgot to mention that parents were aloud to attend the ceremony. No wonder he wanted to speak. He needed to impress his father. Typical. You sigh and prepare yourself for what's to come.

“Thank you Professor. When i first came to Hogwarts the only thing on my mind was my education, but i made friends along the way and found comfort in people around me like Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, my best mates.” he points towards the two in the crowd and they stand up momentarily to wave.

you shake your head. Could this be over already? “Hogwarts has become my second home really. It’ll be hard to leave this place and not return next year to all the places i loved to visit, like the astronomy tower” your heart tugged, you couldn’t do it. Standing up from the table, you walk towards the exit.

“you might be wondering why that place is my favorite out of all the wondrous parts about Hogwarts. Well, it was where i was most happy because i-” Draco looked at his father, then his mother before continuing. “it’s where i met my love” you stopped walking as collective gasps erupted throughout the hall.

you turn slowly and look at Draco “Yes, save your shock. I Draco Malfoy am in love with Y/n L/n and i’m tired of hiding it.” what the hell was he doing? Students whispered to each other and others gave sympathetic stares at Pansy. His father looked furious.

everyone then looked towards you as Draco stepped away from the front and made his way to you. Oh no “I haven’t been a good boyfriend by hiding you away and Diggory was right. I chose my reputation over you and i shouldn’t have because in the end you were always the one that stuck around”

a cane stops him from walking and he looks up to see his father glaring at him “Draco, you will stop this nonsense and we will leave at once. You will not tarnish the Malfoy legacy over some feeble Hufflepuff girl” he spat. Draco’s eyes narrowed at his father. He lifts his hand and slips off the Malfoy ring he wore.

he dropped it on the ground, causing a metallic sound. “Fuck your legacy and your small minded bullshit. Cut me off, i don’t care. Never speak to me again, i. Don’t. Care, but you won’t talk about Y/n that way. Goodbye father” he pushed the cane away and rushed towards you.

“Draco! Get back here now!” his father shouted. Draco grabs your hand and runs out the great hall with you. You unclip your robe and watch it fly off into it reached the ground.

your friends watched you run off. George turned to Fred who had a small smile on his face “You okay Freddie?” he asked, nudging his twins shoulder. “I never had a chance with her did i?” he says, sighing deeply. George purses his lips, shaking his head.

Cedric sighed deeply, leaning back into his seat “Not bad, Malfoy”

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you both ran out the school. It was raining, not too hard though. Suddenly Draco stops, causing you to do the same “What?” you say, the rain wetting your H/c hair. He pulls you into his chest and uses the other hand to pull you in for a kiss. It’s sweet and passionate, you wished it would last a lifetime.

as you pull away you see his platinum blond hair flatten, raindrops cascading down his face “I’ll never betray you again Y/n. If you’ll be mine again. We’ll move in together and make a legacy of our own. I promise” he says, leaning his forehead against yours.

“That’s all i ever wanted” and with that, you both kiss again.

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Kody- served hot and fresh with extra extra cheese for all you fluff lovers. Anyways, peace.

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sicjimin · 3 years

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A.N ; Seokjin baby im sorry i torture you here TT and sorry if this was too long ......... and making nonsense . I hope you like a little bit. fluff. in the end :] ( yes this is the 16k that i post yesterday. didnt mean to post it bc idont think this is good enough but .. well. here it go ~ )

TW : emeto , mpreg

Seokjin frowns when he feels his stomach churn at the smell of jjigae he currently made. His hands feel clammy and sweaty and he wants to throw up so badly. He’s not even sure why, but it makes him feel sick. He takes a deep breath, grazing his hand over his stomach as the other hand keeps stirring the food.

"Hyung, what are you making?", Yoongi stifles a yawn as he shuffles to the kitchen, opening the fridge and snatched one of cold water there. Sighing in content when the cold water sliding on his throat.

" Jjigae", Seokjin mumbles quietly with a pout, continuing to stir the soup inside the pot.

"Oohh that nice ..", Yoongi peeked up, " Do you need help?"

"I think I can handle it", Seokjin mutters, taking in another deep breath as the smell intensifies. It smells delicious. But for some reason it feels like his stomach protest again him. His nausea intensifies. And the heat from the stove makes him feels hot all over.

He parted his lips slightly, trying to ease his nausea by breathing through it. His grip on the spoon tightens. Taking slow inhales while the other hand holds onto the counter. Taking deep breaths, he tries to calm down. And then another wave of nausea suddenly hit him. This time harsh, like someone flipping his stomach

A gag escapes from his mouth. He gasps quietly as he quick to clamped his mouth. Trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He swallows and exhales harshly before taking another deep breath.

" Hyung? Are you okay?", Yoongi furrows his brows together worriedly, stepping into Seokjin's line of sight.

“I’m fine Yoongichi... Just suddenly feeling nauseous..” Seokjin says softly, still trying hard not to cough as he continues to stir the jjigae. Nausea hasn't subsided yet but at least it doesn't make him want to hurl that instant.

Yoongi stares at him for a few seconds. As if he doesn't believe a word that Seokjin has said because he knows how easily Seokjin could just lie about something like this. So Yoongi decides to give him a break today.

“Okay hyungie. If you say so”, he replies as he turns his gaze back to the phone.

"Good morning hyung!!", Jimin chimed in from the stairs. It didn't surprise the older, only make them wonder a bit at how someone could be so bright at 7 AM?

Yoongi rumbles a reply, and so is Seokjin, when Jimin placed himself on the stool next to Yoongi.

" Is it jjigae hyung?", he asks curiously, eyes squinted as he looked at the dish Seokjin was cooking.

Seokjin hums, not trusting himself to open his mouth. He can already feel the bile rising up again.

Jimin giggles lightly. “It smells delicious hyung!!"

Smells.

Seokjin's stomach revolts. Again. He gulps, trying to keep his stomach contents. But its hard.

He scrunches his face. His lips quiver as he throws the spoon away and turning himself to the sink. Gagging harshly there, that not long after morph into a full heave, vomit splatters loudly covered the stainless steel.

"Uuurrkk-", he retches again, floodgates of dinner rushing from his mouth. The sound of liquid hitting the sink echoed throughout the kitchen.

"Nnngh"

"Shit.. hyung!", Yoongi hurried to his side, putting his hand on the elder's shoulder. Jimin rushes over too, turning off the stove to save the dish.

Seokjin moans in pain, sucked a deep breath before vomiting once more in the sink. His stomach rolls uncomfortably. His back arched forward, throwing more chunks of vomit.

After several minutes, Seokjin's nausea finally subsides enough to stop gagging and spewing his stomach content. He could see that he lost all of his dinners.

He took another deep breath. A shaky hand wiped at his sweaty forehead. He tried to get his heart to calm down so it would go back to normal as he turns the faucet on, letting it drain what it was his dinner, and rinse some of it around his tongue to get rid of the aftertaste.

"You okay hyung?", Yoongi asked in concern.

Seokjin nodded weakly, leaning against the counter and sighing heavily. " 'm sorry .." , he mumbles. "I think i need to lay down. I feel faint"

Yoongi nodded, grabbing Seokjin's wrist and helping the elder out of the kitchen, walking towards the couch in their living room, dropping himself heavily onto it. Jimin scurrying beside him, hands him water that he gladly accepts and downed it.

"I will continue the food before the rest get up", Yoongi squeezed his shoulder before he stands up. Seokjin mumbles a small thank you.

" What are you feeling hyung? Why do you suddenly get sick?", Jimin asks.

"Just feeling a little queasy.", Seokjin murmurs tiredly as he slowly lays down on the sofa. "I don't know .. it was the smells making my stomach churn"

Jimin nods, rubbing soothing circles on his back as Seokjin leans his head back onto the softness.

The two sat for a while before the others woke up and Yoongi helped set the table and cook breakfast. Seokjin decided to stay behind, not trusting his stomach to accept any food now.

The rest of the day was going well, he stayed at the dorm after some ultimatum from Namjoon and Yoongi, but strangely, he did not get the urge to vomit the whole day. Managed to get down soup and some crackers.

Even though he felt sick the entire time. Though he didn't feel bad at all during most of his days, just feeling slightly uncomfortable and queasy.

That night when they had gone home, Seokjin back to square one. They had set this appointment to had dinner in this restaurant they always wanted to try, before the whole breakfast fiasco happened.

"Come on guys, let's just go. I'm fine! I did not vomit again the whole day. I feel better!", Seokjin tried to convince them as they lounging on the couch, hesitant to go. Namjoon and Yoongi shared a look before sighing.

"Okay, if you say so.", Namjoon says as they both stand up, heading to the door where they both grabbed the keys, wallet and coat. They walked out and headed to the restaurant.

Maybe Seokjin did underestimate himself, because as soon as Yoongi clicked on the stove and grilling the meat, and Namjoon cut the vegetables, Seokjin felt sick again. Like earlier that day. Only worse, much worse. He bites his inner cheeks.

No, he can't throw up now.

Not when the others were excited to eat.

He sucked a deep breath, as his hand quietly slides under his shirt and settled there, hoping that he could hold back everything, at least until he was back at the comfort of his room.

" Hyung, you sure you're okay? You look pale again", Jimin says worriedly, placing meat at the older bowl.

"Yup", Seokjin replies with a strained smile as mutters a small thank you. He forces a chuckle, giving a reassuring pat on Jimin's arms. "I'm fine .. now eat", he says, taking his own chopsticks, even though his mouth-watering rapidly.

Trying to ignore the churning in his gut.

Trying hard to keep the queasiness inside of him.

He ate the first bite, and then quickly eats the second and third. And when the fourth bite had been eaten, the sickness in his stomach breaks.

He quickly clamped his mouth as his body clenched with nausea.

He's gonna vomit now he's gonna vomit now he's gonna vomit now he's—

" Hyung?", he heard Jimin 's concerned voice, and he can see Yoongi and Namjoon staring worriedly at him.

"Are you gonna be sick?"

Seokjin didn't want to nods, afraid that the slightest movement might make his stomach lost its defense. Yet he can't open his mouth, he's afraid that might not be words that gonna come out.

He feels his chest tighten as another round of queasiness hits him full force. His hands grip tight onto the fabric covering the front of his abdomen. Sweat started forming on his temple, the heat from the pan heating his skin. He swallows thickly, eyes wide.

"Yes ..", he breathes out. Not even sure if Jimin or anyone hear it. But apparently, he did, as Jimin tell Hoseok to grab the trashcan beside him, and quickly placed it near Seokjin's side.

Seokjin quickly hunched over it, squeezing his eyes shut as another round of pain strikes him, the wave of nausea overwhelming him. His hand gripping tightly to the wooden table.

" 'm sorry", he croaked out before he gurgles up what he just ate. Rice and half disgested meat plopping loudly to the plastic. "Uurrkkk-", his body convulses once more, emptying his stomach and throw up everything he managed to eat today. He could feel tears springing from his eyes and rolling down his flushed cheeks.

"It's okay hyung, let it out", he hears someone murmurs softly as he pukes more. And again. And again. Until he was almost empty. Then suddenly stopped. Feeling dizzy and weak as his eyes flutter closed.

"Hyung .. here, drink"

He could barely hear Jimin's soft offers, barely even registers that he is still sitting there slumped forward. Eyes closed, panting as nausea still lingering in his gut. He opened his eyes slowly and shakily accept the glass. The cold water pouring against his burning throat. It feels nice.

"Do you want to go home hyung?", Namjoon asks, gently.

Seokjin nodded silently. "Yeah... but finish your food first, 'm sorry", he rasped out.

The two younger nod, grabbing their chopsticks to clean up.

The car ride home was silent, with only the low hum of the engine as their vehicle sped past by traffic lights.

" Do you feel like you might throw up again? Want me to placed a bucket next to your bed?", Yoongi asks after he got out of the bathroom, looking at his roommate that curled on his bed. He looks exhausted.

Seokjin shakes his head, "No, thank you. I feel better already"

Yoongi pursed his lips, and turned off the lights. He crawled into bed and cuddled up, "Wake me up if you need something, okay?"

And after low hums from the older, they went to sleep.

- - -

True to his words, Seokjin really did not throwing up the whole night. But the older repeating his cycles yesterday as Yoongi once again, finding him hunched over the toilet in an attempt to make breakfast.

"Uuurrkk-", Seokjin retches, his head ducked deep into the toilet bowl, stomach clenching painfully as he continued gagging.

His breathing was heavy as he gripped at the rim of the seat.

" Hyung ...", Yoongi mumbles beside him, his hand rubbing comforting circles over his back as Seokjin groans in pain and exhaustion with every jolts of his stomach.

Finally, it ended, Seokjin falling backward, head slumped on the toilet seat, his chest heaved from the dry heaves he had forced himself to.

"Hyung...", Yoongi mumbles again, " Do you have any vendetta against breakfast? or food?", he teases lightly.

Seokjin gave a small laugh.

He turns around and stares at Yoongi with tired eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "I think so, i don't know what's wrong with me. The smell of food always turns me off", he grunts as he wipes at his lips with the back of his hand.

Yoongi smiled slightly, "Do you want to go to the doctor hyung?"

Seokjin shook his head, "No, maybe i just ate something bad or catch some bug. I will be fine"

Yoongi cocked his eyebrow, "But you dont have fever if you catch a bug ..."

"I don't know .. maybe i built differently?", Seokjin shrugs as he rinses his mouth, " Can you continue the food, Yoongi-ah? i'm sorry but i think i will throw up again if i try to cook"

Yoongi nods, giving Seokjin a gentle squeeze on his arms before retreating to the kitchen.

- - -

Seokjin trying to brush it off, the queasiness that comes on and off at him for almost a week now. He doesn't want to worry anyone about it, even though Yoongi now taking his roll to cook breakfast.

Until on the 8th day he got latched by this mysterious bug, it got worse.

As always, it was in the morning, Seokjin hunched over the toilet, this time he managed to eat 3 bites of his breakfast, before a gag making everyone in the room turning his head to him as he run off to the bathroom.

Yoongi really couldn't brush the worry in his mind looking at how the older body was shaking as it held him as he pukes. Seokjin looks so weak, like it takes all force from his body to empty his stomach right now.

"Yoongi-ah..", Seokjin croaked out in between heaves, "I can't... I'm going to throw up again".

Seokjin was sweating a lot, and he was panting heavily. The stench and taste of vomit mixing with the smell of food that wafted around in the room.

" Let it out hyung .. after that let's go to the doctor?", Yoongi asked, carefully watching Seokjin, who just nodded faintly before burp out another watery vomit.

"I think I'm done", Seokjin wheezes out after emptying the rest of his stomach, leaning down on the toilet, and breathing harshly. His cheeks flushed, contrasting with how pale his lips are. "Yoongichi, he swallows thickly, 'm dizzy ..", he admits quietly, feeling himself begin to slip away, as the lightheadedness was creeping up his brain.

"Shit", Yoongi curses was the last thing he heard before he let Yoongi catches his limp body.

+++

The smell of disinfectant was the first thing that waking his senses. Seokjin hates how his body now seems like become more sensitive to everything as his stomach immediately churns at the mere thought of the odor. He tried to swallow, to try and relieve some pain in his throat. But all he could do was cough. And then another wave of sickness rolled through his body.

He whimpered as his hands grasped tightly at the sheets that covered him. He gives up, as he rolled his body to the side, and lets whatever his stomach had in him come spilling from his lips.

He was grateful when he heard his vomit hitting something solid, at least, he didn't make a mess on the floor.

He felt a pair of hands gently rub his back, rubbing calming patterns.

It took a while for Seokjin to regain consciousness. Everything was blurry as he blinked open his eyes. He looked up to see Yoongi holding the bucket he just vomited.

" Yoongichi?", he says as he let himself relax to the bed. A different bed.

"Where am i?", he croaks as Yoongi leans down, wiping his chin with a wet cloth.

" Your hospital room", he responds simply.

Seokjin frowns, confused. Why does he have the hospital? Is he sick?

"You were vomiting a lot this morning until you suddenly fainted on me. Fuck, i was so scared hyung", Yoongi's voice shook slightly as he sit on the edge of Seokjin's bed.

Ah ... he remembers.

" Don't do that on me again", Yoong pouts. Seokjin eyes widen as he heard the younger suddenly sniffle. Yoongi never cried.

"Hey", Seokjin called softly, reaching out to grab Yoongi's arm, gently tugging until he sat on the bed, facing him. "Hey, no crying", he muttered.

"Why are you so stupid?", Yoongi sighed softly, wiping his eyes angrily. Seokjin coos at the sight while he chuckles, " You were worried but insulting me at the same breath", he points out, smiling slightly.

Yoongi huffs.

"What did the doctor say then? Am i sick? Something that life-threatening? Do i had to get surgery?", Seokjin questions.

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he shakes his head, " Stop being dramatic", he mumbles. Yoongi scoots closer, before grinning and steal a kiss from the older, making Seokjin gasp and blush creeping until his ears.

"You're pregnant", Yoongi mumbled against the older's lips, smirking playfully.

Seokjin freezes and stared dumbfoundedly at the younger. He was still recovering from all the sudden shock, and he didn't know what to think.

A child. A baby.... his.

"I .. what?", Seokjin finally manages to utter. It was quiet as both men listened to each other's heartbeats.

"We have a baby", Yoongi mumbles, his eyes glistening under the dimmed hospital lights.

He was silent, just staring at the younger, his thoughts running wild inside his head.

"Hyung?".

" I love you", Seokjin suddenly blurts out.

Yoongi laughs, "I love you too", he says softly and placing his palms on Seokjin's stomach, " and thank you", he adds.

Seokjin smiles warmly and kisses Yoongi chastely on the lips, his fingers carding through the younger hairs.

"Now, we have one homework", Yoongi murmurs as he pulls away.

Seokjin cocked his eyebrow.

" You had to tell the others", Yoongi says, " We can't just keep it a secret from everyone"

Seokjin snorts softly, "Yeah well. Let's just call them here?"

"Hyung .. they dont even know we're dating for months"

"Oh"

"Yeah, oh"

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

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