#... ive sat here for way too many minutes trying to come up with a personal post tag. granted im literally falling asleep but still
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hiiiiii welcome to my lmk blog
slappin together an intro post to christian this blog or whatever. like breaking a champagne bottle on the hull of a ship or something. honestly idek if im gonna use this blog yet but yknow if i get the impulse i dont wanna have to do a bunch of prep work before i can so here we are.
i use they/them and am an adult. i dont feel comfortable divulging much else but that seems like the most necessary. and as for a name idek what i want to be called In General so if you need a name just make one the fuck up, probably based on my url or just the whole thing so i know you mean me. maybe not just "sun" though. anything else though go wild have fun maybe I'll finally FINALLY feel settled on a name.
slapping the rest under the cut bc hoooly shit. I'll slap a tldr at the bottom too but everything else is very extraneous no worries.
also as you may have noticed already i have severe yap disease. It Is Terminal i fear. but jokes aside i currently have a bad habit of Rambling For Actual Fucking Ever! i apologize in advance and ask for your patience in this difficult time etc etc whatever but in all seriousness this has happened to me before so i have reason to believe it'll get better eventually. it is seriously literally for real just a phase i prommy. or at least i hope so but yknow.
anyway onto actual lmk stuff. my faves r the monkey trio (which is another point in my long long trend of picking vanilla freaking ice cream as my favorite like come onnnnn) but yeah they're the ever 2 me. especially mk when hitting on his monkey plot thread it makes me want 2 eat my phone and chew thru drywall (/v v pos i tend to feel bitey when extremely excited) (i will read every monkey mk fic out there) (mark my words) (this is a threat /lh) but honestly i love them All. i will try and restrain myself from that sidebar tho. [flashbacks to the employment status incident.] . anyway continuing with more In General, i really like everyone's relationship dynamics too and love reading all sorts of fanfic with different takes on them!! like ofc i have my limits but im not picky i loooove different interpretations and angles. and with ships im pretty go with the flow (as long as its not weird). like I'll read just abt anything (as long as its not weird) especially if the writer can get me invested and they do majority of the time so! ya.
my url is based on the monkey trio like sun moon duh but clouds ive seen mk associated with a lot. like stars is the obvious continuation of that trope or w/e you'd call it but the boy has got more cloud vibes i think. also i think ive seen people translate his name to "little cloud" or he was just Called that? like a fanon term of endearment? it was probably a mistranslation or i am completely misremembering everything and just. mixed something up along the way. but regardless. he is now cloud boy.
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idek if im gonna use this blog yet but im just prepping it in case i do
they/them, adult
if you need a name just make something up, probably from my url or just use it wholesale. maybe not just "sun" on its own though. otherwise as long i understand you're referring to me then hooray the name has served its purpose
disclaimer: i have terminal Will Not Shut Up Disease. but I'll probably get better. one day.
my faves are the monkey trio! (not very unique i know) especially mk in his monkey plot thread! i will consume every monkey mk fic out there mark my words-
but really i do enjoy everyone, especially their various relationship dynamics!
I'll read just about anything in terms of relationship interpretations and ships (as long as it's not weird) as people are so talented in making them interesting and getting me invested!
my url is a monkey trio reference! the cloud part might originate from me misremembering something, but mks just cloud boy to me now ig.
(ps if you know who i am NO YOU DONT!!! i doubt anyone would be able to Tell if they even found this but. im just not ready to deal with that yet. h.)
(pps i know this intro post is ass i will replace it one day but for now it'll do)
#oh god i need a tag system#probably wont do anything too intricate but i need Something#... ive sat here for way too many minutes trying to come up with a personal post tag. granted im literally falling asleep but still#i like creative personal tags but making one for me is kinda difficult when i dont have a name and am half asleep#... ok this took way too long and idk if I'll keep it but for now its good enough!#skygazing.txt#smth smth my url are all things in the sky. but uh dont gaze at the sun tho LMAO#fun fact i avoided as many searchable terms as possible bc im Shy and do not want to be perceived apparently.#anyway good night time 2 pass out and possibly chicken out and never touch this blog again
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synopsis: after getting fired from your job, you somehow set yourself up to become the personal bodyguard of asiaâs it girl; minatozaki sana. the contract said 6 monthsâŚbut they do say opposites attractâŚright?
w/c: 7k+
warnings: fluff, kissing, minor violent scene with injuries involved, etc. etc. like always, read at your own risk
a/n: honestly? i really enjoyed writing this but ive read it so many times that i just want it off my drafts
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
the sharp glow of the gym lights flickered, illuminating the worn pages of âthe trialâ by kafka. you closed the book with a sigh, feeling the weight of your plight settle into your thoughts. reading was slowly becoming your balm, your silent rebellion against the monotony of life.
today, though, was worst than routine. today was about fists and consequences.
it was meant to be another uneventful shift, the kind youâd become numb to over the months â wiping down benches, checking in with regulars, occasionally offering form corrections to those who were willing to listen. your black work polo, embroidered with the gymâs logo, was slightly faded from too many washes and the familiar scent of rubber flooring and sweat clung to the air.
you knew the place inside out, even if you never quite felt at home here.
as you heaved another sigh at the reception desk, you noticed a commotion near the squat racks. a woman in leggings and a loose tank top stood, flustered, her face a mix of anger and embarrassment.
across from her, a man had his phone angled at an obvious tilt, his thumb suspiciously poised over the screen.
âis there a problem?â you asked, trying to keep your voice even as you approached. you were used to minor disputes, arguments over who got the next set, someone hogging the water fountain; but this was different.
the womanâs eyes darted to you, desperate. âheâs taking pictures of me,â she said, her voice low but urgent. âwithout my permission.â
âoh, come on,â the man scoffed, tucking his phone into his pocket. he was the type youâd seen too many times â overconfident, built just enough to look intimidating, but his demeanor screamed entitlement. âitâs a public space. besides, you should be flattered.â
you clenched your jaw. you werenât particularly confrontational, but something snapped inside you at the casual dismissal. maybe it was the way the woman seemed to shrink under his gaze, or perhaps it was the months of barely restrained frustration youâd been bottling up.
âdelete the photos,â you demanded, stepping closer.
he smirked, a slow, mocking curl of his lips. âor what?â
you werenât sure when your fist clenched or when you decided that words wouldnât be enough. all you remembered was the flash of anger, the way your knuckles collided with his jaw and the shock on his face as he staggered back.
the gym fell silent, all eyes on you.
âwhat the hell?â he shouted, clutching his face as he sat up on the floor.
you felt a pang of panic, but it was drowned out by a strange sense of satisfaction. âdonât do that ever again.â
the woman mouthed a silent âthank you,â but the damage was done. within minutes, your manager, kyle, a man who was perpetually stressed and underpaid, was rushing over and pulled you aside.
âyou canât just hit customers, y/n,â he said, his voice barely masking his disbelief.
âhe was fucking taking photos of her without consent!â you insisted, hands still shaking with adrenaline.
âi get that, heâll be banned and a police report will be made, but we have procedures,â he responded, as if a robot, rubbing his temples. âthis isnât how we handle things.â
âso what? we just let guys like him get away with it?â you shot back, already knowing how this conversation would end. âfucking unreal.â
âheâs already threatening to sue if i donât fire you,â he answered, with a sigh this time. he was just sick of it as you. âiâm letting you go, effective immediately. iâll have your final check ready tomorrow.â
âyeah alright,â you clenched your jaw, turning to pick up the rest of your things off the desk. âi hope all of you pricks who just stood by and watched this woman get assaulted never have daughters!â
when you left the gym with a hard slam on the door, you had your head held high, but by the time you reached your shared apartmentâŚreality hit hard. you were unemployed, with bills stacking up and a sense of failure settling in the pit of your stomach.
jeongyeon and dahyun, your housemates, were already home; slumped on the couch after a long day of security work.
you all met in university and from then on, youâd been stuck together. of course, the degrees you had didnât line up with your careers now, nonetheless, you were all happy.
you think.
jeongyeon had a beer in hand, while dahyun was half-asleep, scrolling through her phone as her eyes blinked slowly.
âhey,â you said quietly, dropping your bag by the door before shutting the door behind you.
ârough day?â jeongyeon asked, looking you up and down; hair disheveled and a huge rbf plastered on your face. she had a way of reading your mood with unnerving accuracy.
âi got fired,â you admitted with a heavy sigh, flopping onto the armchair as you ran your fingers through your hair.
dahyun perked up, suddenly alive. âno way,â she added, nearly falling over her own alertness. âwhat happened?â
you recounted the whole story; the boring shift, the spoiled boxers in the showers and the creep âeach detail bringing a mix of disbelief and amusement to their faces.
âthat sounds like a bitch of a day, but you punched him?â jeongyeon asked, eyes wide. âdamn, y/n. i mean, thatâs kind of badass, but also not great.â
âi know,â you sighed, running a hand through your hair. âbut he deserved it.â
âwell, itâs not like you were planning to stay there forever,â dahyun offered, trying to sound optimistic. âbut we should find you something soon. rentâs due soon.â
âhmm,â you frowned, thinking about all the bills you had to catch up on. soon enough, you wouldnât be able to afford a bottle of soju. âyeah, that was really impulsive of me.â
jeongyeonâs face lit up suddenly. âactually, i might have something. itâs not what youâre used to, but itâs really decent money.â
you raised an eyebrow. âwhat is it?â
âa security job,â she explained. âitâs temporary, six months. i was supposed to take it, but i just got offered a permanent managerial role at my current gig, so i canât do both.â
âwhatâs the catch?â you asked, sensing a hesitation in her voice. âi know youâd be taking it if it was really good money.â
âitâs not a typical security job,â jeongyeon admitted. âyouâd be a personal bodyguard, and i canât do that shit, yâknow? the background check is really tedious but iâd do it for the money.â
âokay, shut up,â dahyun leaned forward, intrigued. âwho is this for?â
âminatozaki sana,â jeongyeon said, her tone dropping to a whisper, as if saying the name too loudly would summon the heiress herself.
you blinked, unsure if you heard correctly. âwaitâŚthe minatozaki sana? heiress sana?â
âyep,â she confirmed, taking a sip of her beer. âthe nepo baby herself. her old guard retired, and they need a temporary bodyguard âcause she canât keep one for more than a year. i know it sounds crazy, but the pay is amazing and itâs only for six months.â
the minatozaki family was a powerful one in asia; they had their names on everything â from the phones you use to the planes that you ride. they were the definition of old money; an empire of wealth and influence that seemed to operate on a different form of existence.
âyouâre talking about the same sana whoâs always on magazine covers, right?â dahyun added, her eyes wide with disbelief. âthe one who throws tantrums over the wrong brand of mineral water?â
âand insists on separate dishes for every meal course,â jeongyeon nodded. âyeah, thatâs her.â
you felt a mix of intrigue and apprehension. youâd read about sana in passing, her life a blur of extravagant parties, expensive vacations, and notorious diva behavior. she was everything you werenât: loud, glamorous, and perpetually in the spotlight.
meanwhile, you preferred the quiet solace of modest living, your life small but safe.
âare you sure about this?â you asked, trying to gauge jeongyeonâs seriousness. âare you going to refer me instead?â
âas sure as i can be,â she replied. âi mean, itâs not ideal, but itâs a job. and who knows? maybe it wonât be as bad as it sounds, plus, they would probably want someone like you.â
âor maybe sheâll drive you insane within a week,â dahyun said, half-joking. âeither way, itâll make for some interesting stories.â
the weight of your decision was pressing down on you. you were hesitant, but with rent looming and no other prospects, you found yourself nodding. âokay. iâll do it. for six months, thatâs it.â
jeongyeon pursed her lips, nodding along. âsix months and thatâs it.â
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the minatozaki mansion loomed ahead, all marble pillars and glass windows, like something out of a luxury real estate magazine.
as you slowly walked up the driveway, a sense of unease settled in.
this was a world youâd never been a part of, and you felt distinctly out of place in your borrowed suit, the fabric slightly too stiff, the collar too tight.
âmiss minatozaki awaits you,â a uniformed maid opened the door and led you through a maze of hallways, each more opulent than the last. no one seemed interested in talking to each other - their heads kept low.
finally, you were brought to a sunlit lounge, where minatozaki sana herself lounged on an oversized chaise, scrolling through her phone. she looked up as you entered, her expression one of bored curiosity.
âso, youâre the new bodyguard?â she asked, voice lilting and slightly mocking. her accent was a blend of japanese and english, perfectly polished.
âyes, maâam,â you replied stiffly, feeling the heat of her gaze.
she waved a hand dismissively. âdonât call me that. it makes me sound old.â
âthenâŚmiss minatozaki?â you tried, unsure of the protocol.
âabsolutely not,â she shook her head in disapproval.
âsana?â
âbetter,â she said, a smile tugging at her lips, but it wasnât a kind smile; it was more like the satisfied grin of someone who had won an unspoken game.
as you stood there, you couldnât help but think back to dahyunâs words. maybe she would drive you insane within a week. or maybe, youâd find a way to navigate this strange new world.
the first week was a whirlwind of adjustments â both to the demands of the job and the peculiarities of sana.
as it turned out, being the bodyguard to asiaâs most notorious nepo baby wasnât just about keeping her physically safe. it was about managing her whims, tolerating her tantrums, and, on occasion, playing peacekeeper between her and whoever happened to be on her bad side that day.
it hasnât even been long and you were already learning the hard way that her life was filled with chaos â both the glamorous and the outright ridiculous kind. todayâs chaos revolved around a botched spa appointment.
you were in the staff room, sipping a much-needed coffee, when hana, one of the housemaids, burst in â looking panicked.
ây/n, we need you!â she exclaimed, almost out of breath.
you set down your cup, already feeling a headache coming on. âwhatâs going on?â
âsana,â she said urgently. âthe spa messed up her facial treatment, and sheâsâŚnot taking it well.â
you hurried to the spa room in the mansion, where the unmistakable sound of sanaâs angry voice could be heard before you even reached the door.
âare you fucking kidding me?â she was already shouting at the terrified spa technician. âthis is not the organic serum i use! how could you get it wrong?â
âiâm so sorry, miss minatozaki,â the technician stammered, looking like she wanted to disappear. âthere must have been a mix-up ââ
âno excuses!â she snapped, her face flushed with anger. âi demand to speak to the manager who set this appointment up!â
you stepped in quickly, your presence catching sanaâs attention. âhey, whatâs going on?â
âwhatâs going on?â she repeated, her voice sharp as she turned to you. âthey used the wrong serum on my face, y/n! do you know what that means?â
âi understand,â you said calmly, moving between her and the trembling technician. âbut letâs not make a scene. iâm sure we can fix this.â
âfix this?â she scoffed, crossing her arms dramatically. âmy skin is everything! this could ruin my whole week.â
âit wonât,â you reassured her. âletâs have them redo it properly with the correct serum. no harm done.â
she glared at you for a moment, the silence deafening, as if deciding whether to keep throwing a fit or let you handle it.
finally, she sighed dramatically, waving her hand dismissively. âfine, but this better not happen again.â
the staff let out a collective sigh of relief as you guided sana back to the treatment chair, your calm presence diffusing the tension.
as you turned towards the door to give her privacy, you heard her huff, making you look back at her. âwhatâs the matter now?â
âwhere are you going?â she crossed her legs, leaning against the chair. âstay.â
you pursed your lips. âcan i get my coffee at least?â
she shook her head and your jaw nearly dropped in disbelief. âiâll order us one.â
later, as you both left the spa room, she turned to you with a small, begrudging smile. âyouâre not bad at calming me down, you know.â
âjust doing my job,â you replied, but there was a hint of amusement in your voice.
you were used to keeping a low profile, slipping in and out of situations unnoticed. however, in sanaâs world, invisibility wasnât an option. you were always under scrutiny, whether from sana herself, her overbearing manager, or the hovering entourage of stylists, assistants, and PR personnel.
on the surface, she was everything you expected her to be. she was loud, glamorous, and seemed to find amusement in the smallest inconveniences.
one afternoon, while being driven to a photoshoot, sanaâs driver took a wrong turn. she rolled her eyes dramatically, sighed, and declared it to be âthe worst day of her life.â
âiâve had worst,â you sat quietly in the front seat, staring out the window. you had lived through truly bad days; the kind that left lasting imprints on your mind. this wasnât one of them.
for her, you guessed, the scale was different. the world revolved around her, bending to her every demand and adjusting to her moods.
âwhatâs your problem?â she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. her eyes narrowed, a challenge in them.
you blinked, caught off guard. âwhat do you mean?â
âyouâre too quiet most of the time,â she said, as if it were a flaw. âitâs creepy.â
you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, but you kept your composure. âiâm here to do my job, not to entertain you.â
âboring,â she replied, drawing out the word. âbut at least youâre not as fake as the last one.â
not knowing how to respond to that, you simply let the conversation die out. this, you realised, was part of the game: sana testing boundaries, seeing how far she could push before you pushed back.
she was used to getting reactions, usually adoration or frustration â your indifference seemed to both confuse and intrigue her.
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by the end of week three, the initial awkwardness had given way to a strange kind of rhythm. you followed her to meetings, fashion shows and charity galas, always a step behind, always alert.
it was a bright monday morning and the mansion staff was already bustling to get sanaâs breakfast ready. everything was going smoothly until someone made the unforgivable mistake of serving the wrong brand of mineral water.
âthis isnât evian!â she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the dining hall. she stared at the glass of water as if it were an insult. âwho drinks this brand?â
the staff exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to handle the sudden outburst. within moments, one of the maids, jisoo, hurried to find you; and she did, with a newspaper on hand sitting on the stairs outside the house.
ây/n-ssi, sana needs you in the dining room,â she said urgently.
âwhatâs it this time?â you asked, already half-knowing the answer as you rolled your eyes.
âthe wrong water brand,â she replied apologetically, bowing her head down.
âfuckâs sake,â you sighed but stood up and made your way to the dining room, where sana was sitting with her arms crossed, her breakfast untouched.
âwhatâs the problem?â you asked gently, keeping your tone steady as you walked in.
âthe problem,â she said with exaggerated patience, âis that they gave me the wrong water. how many times do i have to tell them that i only drink evian?â
âiâll get them to bring the right one,â you said, trying not to smile at the absurdity. âjust try to eat something in the meantime.â
she looked at you, her eyes narrowing. âyou think this is funny?â
âa little,â you admitted. âbut i get it. i wouldnât want to drink bad water either.â
her lips twitched, as if she wanted to smile but was still too annoyed. âyouâre impossible.â
âand youâre thirsty,â you shot back, already signaling for the staff to bring the evian out. âletâs fix that.â
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most of the time, sana ignored you, lost in her world of luxury and fame. sometimes, in the quieter moments, like when she was waiting for a shoot to start, or when her hair was being styled, she would glance at you with a curious expression, as if trying to figure you out â and always, always made sure you were being looked after by the same staff with the same level of care.
âwhat do you do for fun?â she asked one afternoon, her voice sudden and clear.
âi read,â you answered, not seeing the harm in a little honesty.
she wrinkled her nose. âthatâs it? no parties, no dating, nothing?â
âthatâs it,â you confirmed. âi like books, sometimes iâll binge a show or two. i like to keep up with the times too; seeing as no ever reads the daily papers you get, i made the courtesy to volunteer.â
âhow boring,â she said, but there was no malice in her voice this time â only mild amusement. âany girlfriends?â
ânope,â you answered, popping the âpâ. âif i did, i wouldnât be working for you 24/7, wouldnât i?â
âwow, thatâs really boring.â
you shrugged. ânot everything has to be exciting.â
âbut it should be,â she insisted, as if it were a fundamental truth. âlifeâs too short to be dull.â
you didnât argue. after all, you knew she was partly right. sheâd been raised in a world where everything was larger-than-life; where even the smallest moments were amplified, staged for the cameras and curated for maximum impact.
in contrast, your own life had been marked by quiet corners, long evenings with your friends and the occasional attempt at writing your own poetry, which you never let anyone read.
on the nights you returned home, dahyun and jeongyeon were eager to hear about your day. they had their own security stories to tell, mostly about rowdy bar patrons or obnoxious celebrity guests, but nothing quite as surreal as your new job.
âso, whatâs she really like?â dahyun asked one evening, as she stirred a pot of ramen on the stove. âi mean, we know the public persona, but whatâs behind all that?â
âmore or less the same,â you said, leaning back in your chair. âsheâs demanding, spoiled, and out of touch. though there are moments when sheâs different.â
âdifferent how?â jeongyeon chimed in, looking curious.
âitâs hard to explain,â you admitted. âitâs like she has these flashes of being real, but theyâre gone as soon as they appear.â
jeongyeon grinned. âsounds like youâre getting to know her.â
ânot really,â you said quickly. âiâm just observing.â
âsure,â dahyun teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. ânext thing we know, youâll be taking selfies with her.â
âover my dead body,â you shot back, but you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
meanwhile, sana continued to navigate her world of excess with ease, but there were cracks in the facade. sometimes, late at night, you would catch glimpses of vulnerability â when she thought no one was watchingâŚexcept that you were.
one night, after a particularly grueling day of photoshoots and meetings, you found her sitting alone on a balcony, nursing a glass of champagne.
âyou know, itâs not always fun being me,â she said, her voice unusually soft, her fingers grazing over the bottle of champagne in her hand.
you hesitated, unsure if she wanted a response or was simply venting.
âi may have it all, but whatâs the point of it when no one wants to get close? this world is all about money and lasting impressions.
you had no words of comfort. you barely knew her beyond the surface, and yet, in that moment, you felt a pang of empathy. you wondered if she had ever truly been allowed to be herself, or if she had always been the carefully crafted image of minatozaki holdingsâ heir apparent.
âi guess thatâs why you have bodyguards,â you said eventually with a grin, trying to keep the mood light. âto protect you from all that.â
she turned to look at you, a small, tired smile on her lips. âmaybe. or maybe itâs just to make me feel less alone.â
you werenât sure what to say to that, so you simply stood there, a silent companion in the middle of a life that seemed to belong to someone else.
the next night, there was a high-profile art exhibit and sana was expected to make an appearance alongside other high-society figures. as you both arrived at the gallery, everything seemed to be going well, until sana noticed that her name was misspelled on the VIP list.
âare you fucking kidding me?â she muttered her favourite words as she fumed, her voice dangerously low. âthey misspelled my name. do they know who i am?â
the event coordinator tried to apologise, but sana was having none of it. âthis is unacceptable. i canât believe theyâd be so careless.â
her stylist, jenna, now in full panic mode, hurried to find you standing at the back. ây/n, can you please handle this?â
you approached sana calmly, sensing the anger bubbling beneath her composed exterior. âsana, letâs not let this ruin the night. we can get it fixed quietly.â
âitâs not about fixing it,â she snapped, her frustration clear. âitâs about respect.â
âand youâll get it,â you promised, your tone firm. âbut the best way to show them who you are is to stay calm and let them correct their mistake.â
she glared at you, her anger giving way to something more vulnerable â hurt, perhaps, at being overlooked in a world that was supposed to revolve around her.
âfine,â she muttered, her shoulders relaxing slightly. âbut only because you asked.â
later that night, as you escorted her out of the event, she looked up at you with a mix of gratitude and frustration.
âyouâre too good at calming me down,â she said begrudgingly.
âsomeone has to be,�� you teased gently, and for once, she laughed; a genuine, light-hearted sound that hinted at the girl underneath it all.
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days turned into two months and your dynamic with sana continued to evolve in unexpected ways. her diva-like antics had become more tolerable, even endearing at times. she still had moments of complete absurdity, like insisting on a private helicopter ride to a nearby island simply because she felt like having lunch there, but there were also nights when youâd find yourself sitting on her penthouse balcony, sharing quiet conversations under the stars.
âsana, here!â a photographer yelled as you opened the car door for her.
tonightâs event was a high-profile film premiere, and sana was one of the celebrity guests on the red carpet. everything had been meticulously planned â her outfit, her makeup, her entrance.
as soon as she stepped out of the car, a sudden gust of wind caught the edge of her dress, sending it fluttering up slightly.
âare you kidding me?â she muttered under her breath, trying to keep her composure as cameras flashed around her.
you were right behind her, keeping a close eye on her mood. you could tell that the minor mishap had thrown her off, and she was struggling to maintain her usual poise.
âitâs fine,â you whispered as you walked beside her. âno one noticed.â
âthey definitely noticed,â she hissed back, her smile for the cameras clearly forced. âthis is a disaster.â
âitâs just wind,â you reminded her softly. âyou look stunning.â
âyouâre just saying that,â she muttered, her voice a mix of annoyance and insecurity.
âno, iâm not,â you insisted, giving her a reassuring look. âyouâre the most beautiful person here, wind or no wind.â
she glanced at you, and for a moment, the irritation faded. âyouâre impossible.â
âyou keep saying that,â you replied, your tone teasing.
she shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her efforts to stay angry. âonly because itâs true.â
changes in sanaâs behaviour had become noticeable â and everyone knew it was your presence.
âwhereâs y/n?â sana asked one morning, her voice carrying through the hallways of her childhood residence. it had become a common question, asked whenever you werenât within her immediate line of sight.
her assistants and staff had grown used to it, merely pointing her in your direction, a small smile tugging at their lips; there was no denying that she was a lot softer, more patient with you around.
âi think she went to grab a coffee with the night shift guys before they leave,â one of her managers responded. âhow are you feeling?â
âoh,â she frowned, but quickly replaced it with a smile. âiâm feeling great today, i hope you all are too.â
âthank you, miss minatozaki.â
you had just returned from a quick break, a coffee cup in hand, when she spotted you walking into the kitchen. her face lit up, a small grin breaking through her usual poised expression.
âthere you are,â she said, a hint of relief in her voice.
âdid you need something?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âno,â she admitted, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. âjustâŚwanted to see you.â
you nodded, your heart skipping a beat. the walls between you were slowly crumbling, leaving room for something tender and unexpected.
it was a quiet afternoon at the minatozaki residence. sana had accidentally fallen asleep after a long day of back-to-back meetings, photoshoots, and a few tense exchanges with her father over business decisions. you had stayed by her side the whole time, making sure she was protected and reassured. now that she was resting, you found yourself with a rare moment of downtime.
you wandered into the staff room once again, feeling a bit out of place but also grateful for the sense of normalcy it offered. the room was simple and far removed from the extravagance of the rest of the mansion.
it was filled with a few worn couches, a small coffee table, and a kitchenette. it was also where the house staff gathered for breaks, catching up on each otherâs lives away from the opulent chaos of the minatozaki household.
today, the usual group was there: hana and misaki, the long-time japanese housemaids; jisoo, the young korean maid who had joined only recently; and hyunwoo and takashi, two of the security guards who had worked at the estate for years.
they looked up when you entered, surprised but pleased to see you.
ây/n-ssi,â jisoo greeted with a warm smile, her accent familiar in its korean softness. âcome, sit with us.â
âthanks,â you said, taking a seat beside hana, who immediately poured you a cup of tea from the thermos on the table.
âtough day?â hana asked, her voice gentle, her eyes full of sympathy.
you nodded, taking a sip of the tea. âyou could say that. sheâs exhausted.â
âno wonder,â misaki chimed in, shaking her head. âsana works harder than anyone gives her credit for.â
âtrue,â hyunwoo agreed, his expression serious. âpeople only see the glamorous side of her life. they donât realise how demanding it all is.â
âbut itâs different now,â takashi added, his tone thoughtful as he eyed you. âsince you arrived, y/n-san. she was devastated when taehyuk retired.â
âdifferent how?â you asked, genuinely curious.
âsheâs softer,â jisoo said, a knowing smile playing at her lips. âmore human, if that makes sense. she still has her tantrums, but itâs clear sheâs trying to beâŚbetter. specially around you.â
you shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. âiâm just doing my job.â
âitâs more than that,â misaki said with a gentle laugh. âsana isnât just being professional with you. weâve seen it. sheâs happier when youâre around.â
âhappier?â you echoed, feeling your heart skip a beat.
âyes,â hyunwoo confirmed. âitâs obvious to all of us. she looks for you in every room, always wants you nearby and is calmer when youâre there. she even listens to you and asks for your opinions, something she rarely does with anyone else.â
âand the way she watches you,â jisoo added with a teasing grin. âitâs like sheâs in a romantic drama. sometimes, i wonder if iâll walk in on a confession scene.â
the group chuckled at jisooâs remark, but you felt a wave of emotion you couldnât quite suppress. you had noticed these things too, the way sanaâs eyes softened when she looked at you, the way she seemed to lean into your presence as if it brought her some kind of comfort.
âweâve known sana since she was a child,â hana said quietly, her tone turning serious. âand i donât think iâve ever seen her this vulnerable before. she cares about you deeply, y/n.â
âitâs not just her,â takashi added, his voice low but sincere. âwe all like having you here. youâve brought a different energy to this place. one thatâs been missing for a long time.â
âi donât know if iâm doing the right thing,â you admitted, finally letting your own insecurities slip through. âsometimes, i think iâm just making things harder for her.â
âor maybe youâre the one making things easier,â jisoo said softly. âitâs clear she needs you, even if she doesnât always say it.â
the room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air. you were grateful for the staffâs warmth and honesty, even if it complicated your feelings further.
as you finished your tea, you felt a strange sense of belonging; a feeling you hadnât expected to find in the mansionâs staff room. you werenât just the hired help anymore, you were someone who mattered, not just to sana, but to the people who had cared for her all these years.
however, not all moments were sweet. the intensity of being in the public eye meant that danger often lurked around the corner, specially in the form of aggressive paparazzi. they were relentless, always waiting for an opportunity to capture the heiress in vulnerable moments.
one night, as you and sana were leaving a high-profile fashion event, a group of photographers closed in, their cameras flashing incessantly. the air was thick with shouts, and the energy was hostile; an unwelcome reminder of her reality.
âsana, over here!â one yelled, his voice sharp.
âhow about a smile, princess?â another taunted, his tone mocking.
you instinctively positioned yourself between sana and the crowd, your body acting as a barrier. she clutched your arm, her grip tight, her usually confident demeanor wavering.
âback off,â you commanded firmly, trying to maintain a calm but authoritative presence.
âaww, look at this,â one of the paparazzi sneered, his camera focused on you. âthe bodyguardâs playing hero now.â
his comment sparked laughter among the other photographers, and you felt a surge of anger rise within you. you had learned to tune out the taunts over the months, but something about the tone, about how he was reducing your efforts to a joke, struck a nerve.
âshe doesnât need you,â he continued, his grin malicious. âyouâre just another expendable employee.â
you stepped closer, your voice low but full of controlled fury. âsay that again, and weâll see how expendable i really am.â
the crowd grew tense, sensing a confrontation, but your tone and stance made it clear that you were not to be trifled with. the photographer hesitated, his bravado faltering.
âcome on, letâs go,â another paparazzo muttered, nudging him away. âthis oneâs not worth it.â
they backed off, but the tension lingered in the air, the aftermath of the encounter still palpable.
sana tugged at your sleeve gently, her voice shaky. âare you okay?â
âiâm fine,â you said, still glaring at the retreating photographers. âwhat about you?â
âi hate them,â she whispered, her face crumpling slightly as she let her guard down. âi hate how they always want a piece of me.â
her vulnerability hit you hard, and without thinking, you reached out to touch her arm gently. âi know. but i wonât let them hurt you. not while iâm here.â
she looked up at you, her eyes saying it all. it was one of the few times youâd seen her without her usual armour and the rawness of her emotion was both heartbreaking and intimate.
âthank you,â she said, her voice barely audible over the din of the still-chattering crowd. âfor always being here.â
âalways,â you promised, feeling a rush of warmth despite the chaos around you.
that night, back at her residence, sana was unusually quiet. she seemed lost in thought, her mind replaying the dayâs events. you were about to head out home for the night shift guards to take over when she called your name softly.
ây/n?â you turned around, the impacts of today etched on your face.
âyeah?â
âyou keep me going,â she smiled, voice really sincere this time. âi mean it.â
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the third month with sana marked a distinct shift in the atmosphere between you two. it was a subtle change at first â small glances lingering a bit longer, her voice softening when she spoke to you and an almost childlike curiosity about your life. it was as if she had decided that you were no longer just a bodyguard, but someone she could confide in.
one of those nights, she broke the silence with a surprising question.
âwhatâs the most romantic thing youâve ever read?â she asked, her voice a mix of genuine curiosity and something softer.
you thought for a moment, trying to sift through the endless lines of poetry and philosophy youâd absorbed over the years. finally, you recited from memory, âi have waited for you for centuries. my arms were made to cradle only you. my lips were shaped to call only your name.â
sana was silent for a moment, her eyes wide. âthatâsâŚbeautiful.â
âitâs from a poem by pablo neruda,â you explained, feeling a bit self-conscious.
âyouâre such a hopeless romantic,â she teased, but her tone was warm, almost tender.
âmaybe,â you admitted. âbut itâs just words, you know?â
âsometimes words are all we have,â she said quietly, her gaze distant.
the conversation lingered in your mind long after that night. there was a depth to sana that she rarely let anyone see, but she was beginning to let you in; piece by piece, word by word.
meanwhile, back at your shared apartment, jeongyeon and dahyun found endless amusement in the stories you brought home about sanaâs escapades. theyâd often sit around the small kitchen table, laughing over dinner.
âso, she really made you carry fifteen shopping bags all by yourself?â dahyun asked one night, her eyes wide with disbelief.
you nodded, trying to keep a straight face. âyup. and she didnât even look back to check if i was struggling.â
jeongyeon snorted. âsounds like a real princess.â
âshe is,â you admitted, though there was no bite in your words anymore, not after getting to see a soft side of her.
at the end of it all, sana wasnât the stupid nepo baby you always thought she was. since you met, she has hosted five charity events, donated most of her earnings to at least ten different organisations and it wasnât easy to outsmart her.
it was during one of these dinners that your other friends jihyo, momo and mina showed up unexpectedly with homemade food and cheap bottles of wine.
âyou lookâŚhappier,â jihyo observed, a small smile playing on her lips. âis it the job?â
âmaybe,â you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. âitâs not as bad as i thought it would be.â
momo, who had a knack for teasing, leaned forward with a grin. âor maybe itâs the client?â
mina, quieter but no less curious, raised an eyebrow. âminatozaki sana, right? sheâs pretty famous.â
âand pretty spoiled,â you added, but there was a hint of fondness in your voice that didnât go unnoticed.
âoh my god, you like her,â jihyo exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. âyouâve got that look in your eyes!â
âi do not,â you protested weakly, but your friends werenât convinced.
âyeah, right,â dahyun laughed. âyou totally have a crush on her.â
jeongyeon poured a shot of soju into your glass, chuckling. âyou should all hear the way she talks about sana â itâs like the heiress is glued to her hip. she does fourteen-hour shifts with her.â
âokay, fine,â you admitted reluctantly. âsheâs⌠interesting. but itâs complicated.â
âof course it is,â mina said, her tone understanding. âcomplicated can be good.â
the truth was, you were genuinely enjoying the job, or at least, you were enjoying being around sana. the lines between professionalism and personal feelings had blurred, and you found yourself wanting to spend more time with her, not just out of duty but out of genuine interest.
one evening, as you were preparing to leave sanaâs penthouse after a long day, she stopped you at the door with an unexpected request.
âi want to meet your friends,â she said, her tone unusually earnest.
you blinked, caught off guard. âwhy?â
she looked a bit embarrassed, which was rare for her. âi donât know. i just want to know more about you. the real you.â
it was a surprising moment of vulnerability from someone who usually kept her walls firmly intact.
after a moment of hesitation, you agreed. âokay, but you should know, our house looks completely different to this.â
âeven better,â she smiled.
a week later, you invited sana over for dinner at your apartment. your housemates freaked out, with dahyun saying âshe canât believe this shitâ and jeongyeon yelling âour house will suffocate herâ, she arrived a bit too early, dressed in obvious designer clothes (she tried to make it subtle) that seemed hilariously out of place in your modest home.
the living room fell into a stunned silence as you led sana inside. she handed you flowers and wine, a small, almost shy gesture that seemed completely at odds with her usual confident demeanor.
âhi?â jeongyeon said, her eyes wide. âitâs nice to meet you!â
âi thought it was time to meet y/nâs friends properly,â sana explained, her voice earnest. âi hope iâm not intruding.â
ânot at all,â dahyun interrupted quickly, breaking the awkwardness with a smile. âweâre just surprised, thatâs all.â
âa pleasant surprise,â jeongyeon added warmly, recovering from the initial shock. âwelcome.â
âthank you,â sana said, her smile growing more genuine. âi brought wine, if that helps.â
âit always does,â you quipped, making everyone laugh.
as the evening progressed, sana was unexpectedly charming. she asked questions, listened attentively and made a real effort to get to know each of your friends. it was clear she was trying to fit in, and there was an endearing awkwardness about it â like she was stepping into a world she didnât quite understand, but was determined to navigate anyway.
âso, y/n never told me youâre such a good cook,â sana said to dahyun as she tasted the jjigae. âthis is amazing.â
âthanks,â dahyun replied, clearly pleased. ây/nâs usually in charge of burning the rice, so i have to take over.â
âi donât burn the rice that often,â you protested, but your grin gave you away.
âoh, really?â sana teased, her eyes twinkling. âiâll have to try your cooking next time, then.â
the table erupted in laughter, and you felt a warmth in your chest; one that came from seeing sana blend so naturally into your world.
moments later, jeongyeon leaned forward, her expression curious. âso sana, whatâs it like beingâŚwell, you? all the glamour, the attention, the pressure?â
she thought for a moment, her expression turning serious. âhonestly? itâs exhausting sometimes. but being here, with all of you, feels normal. and thatâs something i donât get often.â
the sincerity in her voice struck a chord with everyone, and the atmosphere softened even further.
âwell, weâre glad youâre here,â dahyun said warmly. âyouâre welcome anytime.â
âthank you,â sana smiled, her gaze drifting toward you. âi really appreciate it.â
as dinner wound down and the plates piled up, everyone started to get up to clear the table. sana, to everyoneâs surprise, rolled up her sleeves and headed straight for the sink.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked, voice filled with genuine disbelief.
âhelping with the dishes,â sana replied matter-of-factly. âis that okay?â
dahyun, who had been about to start washing, handed sana a dishcloth. âhere, you can dry. but donât tell anyone, or weâll lose our reputations as the best dishwashers in seoul.â
she laughed, taking the cloth. âyour secretâs safe with me.â
as they stood side by side at the sink, sana and dahyun exchanged stories; simple things about childhood, favourite foods and embarrassing moments. you watched from the living room, feeling a mix of admiration and affection as she genuinely tried to fit into the mundane domesticity of your world.
âsheâs really trying, isnât she?â jeongyeon whispered to you, her tone a mix of surprise and amusement.
âyeah,â you said softly, your eyes never leaving sanaâs figure. âshe is.â
and as you watched her, sleeves rolled up, drying dishes with a cheerful smile, you felt the hope youâd been suppressing slowly come back to life.
tonight was a quiet evening at her penthouse, the kind that was rare amidst the chaos of her schedule. she was sitting on the balcony, staring out at the city lights, a bottle of wine in hand. she had insisted on drinking straight from the bottle, much to the shock of her staff, but she sent them off, saying it was a âcasual night.â
you joined her, taking a seat beside her on the wrought-iron chair. she offered you the bottle, a faint smile on her lips.
âwant some?â she asked.
you hesitated, then took a small sip, surprised at how intimate the moment felt.
âi used to come out here a lot not too long ago,â she said suddenly, her voice softer than usual. âit was the only place where i could really think.â
âabout what?â you asked, curious.
âeverything,â she admitted, her gaze distant. âwhat it means to be me, about whether i even like who i am.â
âand do you?â you asked quietly, not sure if sheâd want to answer.
âsometimes,â she said honestly. âbut mostly, it feels like iâm just playing a role. being the perfect daughter, the perfect heiressâŚitâs exhausting.â
âyou donât have to be perfect,â you said gently. ânot with me.â
she turned to look at you, her eyes filled with something you couldnât quite identify. âyou always say things like that,â she whispered. âand it scares me how much i want to believe you.â
the rawness of her confession left you momentarily speechless. you reached out, your hand resting on top of hers.
âi mean it,â you said sincerely. âyouâre allowed to be real, sana. even if itâs messy.â
for a moment, she simply stared at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. then, in a rare display of vulnerability, she squeezed your hand, holding onto it as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
it was a good night, one that almost felt normal; like you were two regular people.
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by the start of the fourth month, the line between you and sana had blurred in ways that neither of you acknowledged out loud. it wasnât just that you had become accustomed to each otherâs presence; there was a deeper pull, an unspoken connection that had grown stronger despite your best efforts to maintain a professional distance.
tonight was no exception. it was another high-profile fashion event for prada, filled with celebrities, influencers and models who glided through the room as if they owned the world.
you stood a few paces behind sana, keeping a watchful eye on the crowded room. she was in her element, surrounded by admirers, her confident smile perfectly polished. you tried to focus on your duties but it was hard not to be distracted by how striking she looked tonight â her black dress hugging her figure, her hair swept back elegantly, a diamond necklace catching the light with every turn of her head.
you were pulled from your thoughts when a blonde woman approached you, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. she was dressed in an expensive dress and exuded the kind of effortless confidence that could make anyone feel self-conscious.
âhey,â she said smoothly, her voice low and flirtatious. âyou donât seem like youâre here for the fashion.â
you offered a polite smile, trying to remain professional. âiâm working.â
âi figured,â she replied, stepping closer. âbut even bodyguards deserve a little fun, donât you think?â
you glanced over at sana instinctively, but she was engaged in conversation with a group of designers. for a moment, you hesitated, unsure of how to respond to the modelâs advances without drawing unnecessary attention.
âiâm not really here for fun,â you said finally, keeping your tone light but firm.
âthatâs a shame,â she teased, her eyes glinting. âbecause you seem like someone who could use a little distraction.â
before you could respond, you caught sight of sanaâs gaze shifting toward you, her smile faltering for a split second as she noticed the exchange.
there was a flicker of something in her eyes.
you quickly excused yourself from the modelâs advances and returned to your position behind sana. she didnât say anything, but you could feel a subtle shift in her demeanour â her posture a bit more rigid, her laughter a bit forced.
âeverything okay?â you asked quietly when there was a brief lull in the conversation.
âfine,â she replied shortly, not meeting your gaze.
you couldnât shake the feeling that something had changed. the rest of the event dragged on, with sana becoming increasingly quiet, her usual spark dimming noticeably.
when the event finally ended and you both stepped into the back of the limousine, the silence was thick and uncomfortable. sana stared out the window, her expression closed off, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
you glanced at her, unsure of how to break the tension. âare you sure youâre okay?â
âwhy wouldnât i be?â she asked, her voice clipped.
âyou seem different,â you said, choosing your words carefully.
âjust tired,â she muttered, still avoiding your eyes. âthatâs all.â
the drive back to the penthouse was filled with an uneasy quiet, each passing second amplifying the unspoken tension between you. it was clear that something was bothering her, but you didnât press further, respecting her space.
when you arrived at the penthouse, she stepped out of the car abruptly, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as she walked ahead without a word. you followed her inside, unsure of what to expect.
as soon as the door closed behind you, the tension in the room became almost suffocating. sana stopped in the middle of the living room, her back to you, her shoulders tense.
âwas she pretty?â she asked suddenly, her voice laced with an unexpected bitterness.
âwhat?â you asked, confused.
âthe model,â she clarified, turning to face you. âdid you think she was pretty?â
her words caught you off guard. you werenât sure how to respond.
âi wasnât really paying attention,â you said honestly, your voice steady. âi was just doing my job.â
âright,â she said, her tone sarcastic. âbecause flirting is definitely part of your job description.â
âi wasnât flirting,â you insisted, trying to keep your voice calm. âshe was.â
âand you didnât stop her,â she shot back, her eyes flashing with frustration.
you took a step closer, trying to bridge the distance between you. âsana, whatâs really going on here?â
âwhatâs going on,â she said, her voice cracking slightly, âis that i hated seeing her talk to you. i hated seeing her try to get your attention.â
the admission hung in the air between you, charged with an intensity that neither of you could ignore.
âwhy?â you asked softly, taking another step closer.
âbecause,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper. âbecause i donât want to share you with anyone else.â
her words were filled with a desperation that was impossible to misunderstand. she closed the remaining distance between you in a sudden, impulsive movement, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and longing.
âsanaâŚâ you started, but she shook her head.
âno,â she said firmly, her hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek. âi need to know something.â
âwhat?â you asked, your voice low and filled with uncertainty.
âif you want this too,â she whispered, her thumb brushing against your skin. âbecause i canât keep pretending that i donât.â
her confession was raw, filled with months of suppressed desire and longing. you could feel the warmth of her touch, the intensity in her eyes, and the vulnerability in her voice.
âi do,â you admitted, your own voice thick with emotion. âi want this.â
there was a moment of hesitation, a pause filled with the weight of everything that had brought you to this point. then, in a rush of courage, she closed the gap between you, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.
what started as a tentative kiss soon turned into something more urgent, fueled by the months of unresolved tension. her lips were demanding, her touch insistent, and you found yourself giving in despite every rational thought screaming at you to stop. this was wrong: unprofessional, dangerous even â but it was also everything you hadnât realised youâd been missing.
âsana ââ
âdonât think,â she murmured against your skin, her fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. âjust be here. with me.â
when you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.
âi didnât plan that,â she admitted, her voice a mix of relief and disbelief.
âiâm glad you did it anyway,â you whispered, your heart pounding.
she let out a shaky laugh, her fingers still tracing the curve of your jaw. âstay tonight,â she said softly, her eyes filled with hope.
âokay,â you agreed, your voice filled with certainty. that was the first of many nights.
little did you know, jeongyeon and dahyun were becoming suspicious. they noticed your late returns, the occasional dazed expression on your face, and the fact that you seemed more distracted than usual.
âyouâre definitely hiding something,â jeongyeon said one evening, her tone half-accusing, half-amused.
âwhatâs going on, y/n?â dahyun pressed. âcome on, you can tell us.â
ânothingâs going on,â you lied, a bit too quickly.
jeongyeon narrowed her eyes. âif itâs about sana, we already know sheâs a handful. but if sheâs causing you real trouble, we need to know.â
âitâs not like that,â you insisted, feeling the weight of your secret grow heavier. âitâs too complicated.â
and it was. the more you tried to keep your relationship with sana under wraps, the more tangled it became. the sneaking around, the hushed conversations, the stolen kisses â they all added up to a mess of feelings you hadnât anticipated.
it was meant to be a routine public appearance for sana â just another glamorous event on her packed schedule. this time, it was a charity auction at one of seoulâs most upscale hotels, where wealthy socialites and influential business figures gathered to bid on overpriced art and sip vintage champagne.
you stood a few feet behind her, your gaze scanning the room with practiced caution. the past few months had sharpened your instincts; you were constantly on alert, even when sanaâs attention was elsewhere.
sana, for her part, was in her element, dressed in a backless red gown that turned heads as she moved through the crowd. she was charming and magnetic, playing her role to perfection. she even shot you a few mischievous glances, as if enjoying the private joke of your secret closeness amidst all the extravagance.
then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a man approaching: his movements too quick, too direct. before you could react, he lunged toward sana, his voice an incoherent mix of anger and desperation.
âyou think no one can have you?â he yelled, his eyes wild. âif i canât have you then no one can!â
instinct took over. you stepped forward, positioning yourself between the man and sana, your body acting as a shield. his fist swung wildly, and before you could fully brace for it, his knuckles connected with your face. pain exploded across your nose, and you stumbled back, your vision blurring momentarily.
ây/n!â sanaâs scream cut through the chaos, high-pitched and terrified.
you quickly recovered, holding your ground as security personnel rushed in to restrain the man. your nose throbbed, and when you touched it, you felt the warm, sticky wetness of blood.
âare you okay?â her voice was frantic as she reached you, her hands trembling as they hovered near your face.
âiâm fine,â you managed to say, though the pain was sharp and your pride was bruised. âjust a scratch.â
âthatâs not a scratch,â she snapped, her voice full of uncharacteristic worry. âyouâre bleeding. we need to get you checked.â
âitâs nothing serious,â you insisted, trying to play it down, but the look on her face was one of genuine panic.
âiâm not taking no for an answer,â she said firmly, her hand gripping your arm. âyouâre taking a week off. and thatâs final.â
before you could argue, she was already barking orders to her assistant to arrange for medical help and a car back to your residence. her concern was startling; it wasnât the spoiled diva youâd grown used to, but someone genuinely rattled by your injury.
after you got the clearance from a site medic, sana immediately jumped into the car with you â face still etched with worry.
âyou were bleeding,â she said, her voice breaking slightly. she reached out, her fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that caught you off guard. âi was scared.â
âitâs not that bad,â you insisted, smiling at her as you looked down on the blood all over your collar.
âthis is all my fault,â she muttered, her voice filled with guilt. âif i hadnât gone out ââ
âno,â you interrupted firmly, grabbing her hand. âthis isnât your fault. itâs just part of the job.â
before she could respond, one of her managers turned to look at you both, looking frazzled and concerned. âsana, we have to leave in a different car now. thereâs an urgent board meeting you canât miss. itâs already started.â
sanaâs face shifted from worry to irritation, her eyes blazing with frustration. âiâm not leaving y/n like this.â
âbut sana ââ junwoo began, his tone urgent.
âi donât care,â she snapped, her voice carrying an edge you rarely heard. âsheâs hurt. iâm not just abandoning her.â
you squeezed her hand, trying to stay calm despite the pain and the intensity of the moment. âsana, you have to go. this meeting is important.â
âyouâre more important,â she said firmly, her eyes never leaving yours.
âiâll be okay,â you reassured her, your voice soft but steady. âi promise. iâll get patched up and meet you at the residence or the penthouse later.â
she hesitated, clearly torn between her duty and her concern for you. âbut what if you need me? what if something happens?â
ânothingâs going to happen,â you said, your grip on her hand tightening. âyou have to go. they need you right now.â
her eyes filled with tears, her jaw set in a mixture of stubbornness and helplessness. âi donât want to leave you.â
âi know,â you whispered. âbut i need you to go, please?â
for a long moment, she just stared at you, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. then, with a shaky breath, she nodded. âfine, but promise me youâll message me later. i want to see for myself that youâre okay.â
âi promise,â you said, trying to inject confidence into your voice despite the pain.
she leaned forward suddenly, pressing a quick, desperate kiss to your forehead as a sleek silver car parked next to the one you were in. âiâll be back as soon as i can, see you, baby!â
you waved at her, the throbbing pain spread out all over your face being replaced by your skipping heart beat. baby. you could get used to it.
half an hour later, back at your apartment, jeongyeon and dahyun were waiting with ice packs and a bottle of whiskey â ready to commiserate.
dahyun immediately clicked into nurse mode, cleaning your cut while jeongyeon shook her head, half-amused and half-worried.
âyou really took one for the team, huh?â jeongyeon teased, though her eyes were soft with concern.
âit was my job,â you said, wincing as dahyun applied pressure to stop the bleeding.
âwell, she better appreciate it,â mina muttered. âbecause that guy landed a pretty solid punch with his rings on too.â
you were trying to downplay the whole incident, but a knock at the door interrupted your attempts at nonchalance. it was unexpected, no one ever dropped by unannounced.
you shared a confused glance with your roommates before jeongyeon went to open the door.
âwhat the ââ jeongyeonâs surprised voice echoed from the entryway.
when you peeked around the corner, you saw sana standing there, holding an enormous gift basket filled with flowers, chocolates, and other expensive-looking items. behind her stood tzuyu, chaeyoung, and nayeon, each carrying bags of what looked like more gifts.
âweâre here to see y/n,â sana announced, her tone a strange mix of confidence and nervousness.
you froze. this was the last thing youâd expected â not just sanaâs sudden appearance, but the fact that sheâd brought her high-society friends to your modest apartment.
âuh, come in, i guess,â jeongyeon said awkwardly, stepping aside to let them in.
as soon as sana saw you, her expression softened. she rushed over, setting the basket on the table before gently cupping your face, inspecting the damage.
âare you okay?â she asked, her voice low and filled with concern. âi only showed up to the meeting to sign papers and then left.â
âitâs just a bruise,â you reassured her, feeling self-conscious under everyoneâs gaze. âyou didnât have to come here straight away.â
âyes, i did,â she insisted. âand i brought reinforcements,â she gestured toward tzuyu, chaeyoung and nayeon, who were now trying to make themselves comfortable amidst the clutter of your shared living space.
âwe heard y/n got hurt,â tzuyu said simply, her usually aloof expression softening.
âyeah, and sana was freaking out,â nayeon added with a grin, nudging sanaâs shoulder playfully. âshe made us come along to make sure she wasnât exaggerating, and of course, to carry her bags around.â
chaeyoung, meanwhile, looked around with interest. âthis place is cozy. itâs a lot moreâŚreal than i expected.â
âthanks, i think,â dahyun said, still processing the fact that she was suddenly hosting four of asiaâs wealthiest heirs in her living room. âso, uh, anyone want some ramen?â
âwe brought food,â sana interjected quickly, motioning to the bags her friends had carried in. âi figured you wouldnât want to cook after everything.â
before long, the table was filled with takeout boxes, a mix of high-end sushi, tempura and even a few bottles of sake. the atmosphere gradually eased into a strange, unexpected bond.
tzuyu, chaeyoung, and nayeon proved to be surprisingly down-to-earth despite what the tabloids say, laughing at jeongyeon and dahyunâs stories about dealing with unruly celebrities and bar crowd.
ânot gonna lie,â tzuyu said, looking around playfully. âiâve been one of those uncontrollable patrons.â
âoh, you have,â dahyun smirked, crossing her arms. âmet gala, last year, vomit.â
âoh my god,â she put a hand over her mouth with careful exaggeration. âno way, it was you?â
âyou sure as hell are lucky it wasnât jeongyeon!â
throughout dinner, sana stayed close to you âcloser than sheâd ever dared to in public. she held your hand under the table, her thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin. she even pressed a soft kiss to your forehead at one point, eliciting a few curious glances from your friends, who pretended not to notice.
âso, y/n,â nayeon began, a sly smile on her face. âhowâs it been, working with sana? sheâs not too much of a diva, is she?â
âsheâs been fine,â you answered diplomatically, though the warmth in your voice was hard to miss.
âfine?â sana echoed, pouting slightly. âis that all you have to say about me?â
âyouâre okay, too,â you teased, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âwow, such high praise,â chaeyoung quipped, making everyone laugh.
beneath the humour, there was an unmistakable shift in the air. it was as if your secret had been revealed; acknowledged but not addressed.
everyone seemed to sense the connection between you and sana, but no one dared to bring it up directly.
after dinner, while everyone was chatting in the living room, jeongyeon pulled you aside into the kitchen. her expression was serious, her voice low.
âare you really okay, y/n?â she asked, searching your face.
âi am,â you said, though you knew she wasnât just asking about the physical injury.
âyou and sana, whatâs going on there?â jeongyeon asked bluntly.
you hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. âitâs complicated.â
âno kidding,â she said dryly. âbut seriously, y/n. youâre getting in deep with her. are you ready for that?â
you sighed, running a hand through your hair. âi donât know. itâs not like i planned for any of this to happen.â
âi get that,â jeongyeon said, her voice softening. âbut just be careful, okay? sheâs got a lot more power in this situation than you do.â
you nodded, appreciating the concern. âi know. but right now, i think sheâs worth it.â
jeongyeon didnât say anything more, but the look in her eyes said enough. she was worried for you, not just because of the obvious risks but because she knew how easy it was for someone like sana to break your heart â intentionally or not.
back in the living room, sana caught your eye and gave you a questioning look. you offered a reassuring smile and she immediately relaxed, resuming her conversation with tzuyu.
it was a small moment, but it meant everything in the context of your complicated relationship.
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by the fifth month of working for sana, your relationship had settled into an unexpected rhythm â one that was equal parts professional obligation and genuine attachment. there were still the usual challenges: sanaâs diva moments, sudden mood swings and the pressure of keeping up with her unpredictable schedule. but there were also the quiet moments; late-night conversations on the balcony, her head resting on your shoulder as you both gazed at the city lights below.
meeting sanaâs parents, however, was a different kind of challenge altogether. it was a sunny saturday afternoon when you were summoned to the minatozaki family estate, an opulent mansion that dwarfed even the luxury of sanaâs usual residence.
the invitation was a surprise, but you had no choice but to accept, sanaâs mother was adamant about meeting âthe employee whoâs lasted the longest.â
ârelax,â sana whispered as you both stepped out of the car. she looked stunning in a pastel pink dress, her hair pulled back in an elegant bun. âtheyâre not as intimidating as they seem.â
you doubted that, but you nodded anyway, keeping your expression neutral. inside, you were a bundle of nerves.
the meeting, to your surprise, went better than expected. mr. and mrs. minatozaki were polite, even warm. they asked you a series of questions â mostly about your background, how you found the job and your experience working with their daughter. you answered truthfully, though you kept your personal feelings well-hidden.
âwe appreciate your dedication, y/n,â mrs. minatozaki said with a smile. she was a poised woman, with a sharp gaze that seemed to see through people. âsana has never kept a bodyguard for this long. she must trust you a great deal.â
you felt a strange sense of pride at the comment, even as you maintained your composure. âthank you, maâam. iâm just doing my job.â
âwell, whatever youâre doing, keep it up,â mr. minatozaki added. âweâve seen a positive change in sana since you started.â
sana blushed slightly at that, her usual confidence replaced with a hint of vulnerability. you couldnât help but glance at her, and she caught your eye with a soft smile â one that was meant only for you.
later that night, sana gave you the rare gift of a night off. you returned to your apartment, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. the validation from sanaâs parents was unexpected, and it lingered in your mind as you walked through the door.
jeongyeon, dahyun, mina, momo, and jihyo were all gathered in the living room, a mix of snacks and drinks spread out on the coffee table. it was meant to be a casual girlsâ night, but you knew from their curious expressions that they were eager for more details.
âso, howâd it go?â jihyo asked, as soon as you stepped inside.
âwith the parents?â you asked, feigning nonchalance as you kicked off your shoes.
âyeah, obviously,â mina chimed in, her tone light but her eyes sharp. âwe want to know everything.â
âit was fine,â you replied, plopping down on the couch beside momo. âtheyâre nice, surprisingly.â
âand?â momo prodded, grinning. âdid they grill you? ask if youâre dating their daughter?â
âno,â you said quickly, though your cheeks felt warm. âit was just formal stuffâŚbut i think they caught on.â
âboring,â mina teased, but her gaze was soft, clearly pleased that you hadnât had a terrible time.
dahyun leaned forward, an amused glint in her eyes. âspeaking of surprise meetingsâŚdid we tell you about how the heiresses showed up here last week?â
jihyo blinked, caught off guard. âwait, what? the four heiresses of the apocalypse?â
âoh yeah,â jeongyeon confirmed, laughing. âsana, tzuyu, chaeyoung, and nayeon came by. apparently, sana was worried about y/nâs pretty face.â
âthey even brought gifts,â dahyun added, still looking mildly astonished. âfor all of us.â
minaâs eyes widened. âwait, sana came here? and brought gifts? the world really is ending.â
âand she was super protective of y/n,â jeongyeon continued, smirking. âheld her hand the whole time and even kissed her forehead.â
âwhoa,â momo said, her jaw dropping theatrically. ây/n, youâve got it bad.â
âitâs not like that,â you protested weakly, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you.
jihyo crossed her arms, looking unconvinced. âsounds pretty serious to me.â
âserious or not,â mina interjected gently, âyou seem happy, y/n. weâre just worried, you know? sheâsâŚa lot. like, powerful.â
you sighed, grateful for their concern but also conflicted. âi know she is. but itâs complicated, my contractâs about to end.â
âextend it you goof,â dahyun giggled. âyou get paid whilst dating your boss? sounds pretty sweet to me.â
âweâre not dating!â
âyet,â mina sighed.
âyeah, yeah,â you groaned, grabbing a handful of skittles and shoving them into your mouth. âwhatever you say.â
as the evening went on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics â gossip about work, updates on personal lives and reminiscing about old times.
the final weeks of your contract approached quickly, and the impending end of your time with sana hung over both of you like a dark cloud. there were still stolen moments, secret kisses in the back of cars, whispered confessions late at night yet the tension was growing. you hadnât told her about your decision yet, but she seemed to sense that something was off.
one afternoon, you found yourself sitting beside sana in the mansionâs garden, the autumn air cool and crisp. she was unusually quiet, a distant look in her eyes as she gazed at the small koi pond.
you often caught yourself watching her, memorising the way she laughed, the way her eyes crinkled when she teased you, or the way she absentmindedly reached for your hand when she thought no one was looking. it was getting harder to keep your feelings hidden, but you knew that admitting your love would make leaving even more painful.
âyou know, i used to come here a lot when i was a kid,â she said suddenly, her voice soft and tinged with nostalgia. âback when things were simpler. my mother would bring me here after her meetings. sheâd always tell me that the koi fish represented strength and resilience.â
you watched her as she spoke, the sadness in her voice palpable. it was rare for her to share such personal memories and you felt honoured, even as it added to the weight in your chest.
âand sometimes,â she continued, a small, wistful smile tugging at her lips, âhana and misaki would sneak me sweets from the kitchen. they were always so kind to me, treating me like i was just one of their girls instead ofâŚwell, me.â
you tried to smile but your thoughts were elsewhere; focused on the fact that you didnât belong in this world of koi ponds and lavish mansions. you couldnât shake the feeling that you were simply a temporary fixture in her life.
ây/n?â sanaâs voice broke through your thoughts, her tone laced with concern. âare you okay? you seem distant.â
you hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. âiâm fine, just a lot on my mind.â
she tilted her head, studying you with those piercing eyes that always seemed to see right through your defenses. âis it about us?â
âi donât know where i stand in your life,â you admitted quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. âand iâm not sure i belong here.â
âof course you belong here,â she said instantly, her voice filled with an urgency that startled you. âyouâre important to me, y/n. more than you think.â
you turned to look at her, searching for any hint of doubt in her eyes, but all you saw was sincerity. âhow important?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. âiâm just your bodyguard.â
âyouâre not just anything,â she insisted, reaching out to take your hand. âmy love, youâve becomeâŚso much more than that. youâre the person i look for in every room.â
her confession hit you hard, but instead of relief, it only deepened your internal conflict. âyour life is too different from mine. you have everything â money, status, opportunities. i canât compete with that, i have nothing to give.â
âiâm not asking you to compete,â she said, squeezing your hand tighter. âiâm asking you to stay.â
the raw vulnerability in her voice nearly broke your resolve. you wanted so desperately to say yes, to promise her a future that felt impossible. but the practical side of you, the side that had always been wary of hope â kept you grounded.
âitâs not that simple,â you said, your voice cracking. âwhat happens when iâm no longer part of this world? when your life goes on, and iâm just a memory?â
âi donât want you to be a memory,â she said fiercely, her eyes shining with unshed tears. âi want you here. with me.â
the sincerity in her words shattered something inside you. it was everything you wanted to hear, but also everything that scared you the most.
âsana,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âi never meant to fall in love with you.â
your confession catches her off guard. âthen why are you pushing me away?â
âbecause loving you feels too dangerous,â you admitted, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. âiâm terrified of what will happen if i stay.â
âthen letâs be terrified together,â she said, her own tears finally breaking free. âwe donât have to figure everything out right now. please donât give up on us before we even start. iâm in love with you, iâve been in love with you from the beginning.â
her plea hung in the air, desperate, as the weight of your decision pressed down on you. staying meant risking everything: your heart, your future, your sense of self.
in that moment, with her hand holding yours and her eyes full of hope, the idea of leaving felt even more unbearable.
you couldnât bring yourself to respond, not yet. instead, you squeezed her hand back, a silent acknowledgment of the love that had grown between you, even if it felt too fragile to last.
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the decision not to renew your contract weighed on you like an impending storm. and as if to reinforce your decision, the universe seemed intent on reminding you of the vast gap between your reality and sanaâs.
sana was used to being around the rich, the famous, and the powerful. her social circles included heirs, models, and celebrities â people who shared her lifestyle and effortlessly fit into her world.
you, on the other hand, often felt like an outsider peering in, a temporary presence among the permanent fixtures of her life.
one evening, at an exclusive charity gala, you found yourself in a large, glittering ballroom, filled with the one percent of the world. sana, dressed in a stunning emerald gown, was the center of attention as always.
standing beside her, you remained alert, your gaze trained on the crowd.
and then, there he was â one of sanaâs suitors, a man who seemed perfectly tailored for her life. tall, impeccably dressed and oozing charisma, he approached with a confident smile.
âsana,â he greeted warmly, extending a hand. âitâs good to see you.â
âhello hiroshi,â she replied, her voice pleasant but distant. you noticed a flicker of discomfort in her eyes, but she masked it well.
hiroshi, the heir to a luxury conglomerate, was a familiar face at events like these. youâd heard whispers about him before; he was one of the many eligible bachelors rumoured to be pursuing sana.
âyou look beautiful tonight,â hiroshi continued, his voice smooth.
âthank you,â she said politely, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. she glanced at you briefly, a silent reassurance that felt hollow amidst the glamour.
the evening dragged on, with more suitors and admirers approaching sana, each one embodying the wealth and prestige you couldnât compete with. they all seemed so polished, so effortlessly at ease in her world.
every time she exchanged a polite smile or a charming laugh, you felt yourself pulling further away, retreating into your own insecurities.
then came the moment that felt like the final blow.
at another event a few weeks later, held at one of the cityâs most exclusive clubs, you found yourself standing at a distance, watching sana from across the room. she was engaged in conversation with a group of old friends, including one you recognised immediately â her ex-boyfriend, jake.
he was a well-known musician, popular and adored by many. his easy charm and confident presence were evident as he chatted with sana, their laughter echoing above the hum of the party.
he was everything you werenât â wealthy, famous, and someone who had once been deeply embedded in sanaâs life.
the crowd seemed to love the idea of them together. cheers and playful shouts of encouragement rang out as someone raised a glass in their direction.
âcome on, get back together!â someone yelled, and the room erupted in lighthearted agreement.
sanaâs face flushed slightly, but she maintained her composure, laughing it off. âstop it,â she chided, her tone playful but firm.
you felt a sickening twist in your gut, watching her interact so effortlessly with jake. they looked good together.
you tried to tell yourself that it didnât matter, that it was just an old relationship, but seeing them together made you painfully aware of how small you felt in her world.
âwhat a couple, huh?â a staff member mumbled to you.
âyeah, i guess,â you turned away, unable to watch any longer.
it was a reminder of why youâd made your decision: you didnât belong here. you were just a temporary part of her life, someone who would eventually be replaced by someone like jake or hiroshi â someone who fit in.
later that night, as you both drove back to her residence, sana seemed unusually quiet. you could sense that she had noticed your change in mood, but you werenât ready to talk about it.
not yet.
ây/n my love,â she finally said as you reached her front door, her voice hesitant. âare you okay? youâve been distant all night.â
âiâm fine,â you lied, avoiding her gaze. âjust tired.â
âis itâŚabout jake?â she asked, her tone soft, as if afraid of your answer.
you hesitated, then shook your head. âitâs not just him. itâs everything, sana. all of this â your world, the people in it. itâs too different from mine.â
âbut i donât care about that,â she insisted, stepping closer. âi care about you.â
âand thatâs exactly why i have to leave,â you said, your voice breaking. âi donât want to be the one who holds you back, the one who canât match up to the life you deserve.â
âyouâre not holding me back,â she protested, tears welling up in her eyes. âyouâre the only real thing in my life.â
âbut iâll always be just the bodyguard,â you said, your heart shattering with every word. âand youâll always be the heiress.â
âyouâre more than that,â she pleaded, grabbing your arm. âcanât you see that?â
âi canât,â you whispered, your voice filled with pain. âbecause this will never work, not in the way you want it to.â
she stared at you, her expression a mix of desperation and heartbreak. âso, thatâs it? youâve already made up your mind?â
âyes,â you admitted, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. âi have.â
âso, when were you going to tell me?â she asked, voice cracking but her stare was cold.
âi was going to tell you,â you said quietly, your voice barely audible above the hum of the car engine. âi just didnât know how.â
âdidnât know how?â she repeated, her tone turning sharp. âyou were just going to disappear without even talking to me?â
âitâs not like that!â
âthen what is it like?â she demanded, her eyes blazing with hurt and betrayal. âare you just like everyone else, y/n? were you using me this whole time?â
âno,â you said, feeling a surge of desperation. âyou know thatâs not true.â
âthen why?â she asked, her voice breaking. âwhy are you leaving?â
âbecause i donât belong in your world,â you said, your own voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. âiâve told you that over and over again.â
âi never cared about that,â she shouted, her face flushed with anger and tears. âi care about you, y/n. iâve given you everything i have, and it still isnât enough?â
âthatâs not fair,â you shot back, feeling your own anger rise. âitâs not about what youâve given me. itâs about what i canât give you. youâll always have to explain why youâre with someone like me.â
âi never asked you to be anything else!â she yelled, her voice breaking completely. âi just wanted you to stay.â
âand thatâs what makes this so hard,â you said, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. âi love you, sana. but loving you isnât enough to make this work.â
the car pulled up to the mansion, but neither of you moved to get out. the driver glanced nervously in the rearview mirror, unsure of what to do.
âget out,â sana said suddenly, her voice low but firm.
you hesitated, unsure if she meant it literally or figuratively. âsana ââ
âget out,â she repeated, her voice rising. âweâre finishing this conversation inside.â
you both stepped out of the car, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. she stormed up the steps, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor and you followed, feeling the impending doom settle in your chest.
as soon as you were inside the mansion, the argument erupted again.
âyouâre a coward,â she spat, her voice echoing through the grand hall. âyouâre just running away because itâs easier than staying.â
âitâs not about running away,â you said, struggling to keep your voice steady. âitâs about facing reality.â
âreality?â she laughed bitterly, her eyes wild with emotion. âthe reality is that youâre too scared to take a chance on us.â
âbecause i know how this ends,â you said, your own voice rising now. âit ends with me being a burden in your life, a constant reminder of what doesnât fit.â
âyouâre not a burden!â she screamed, her face streaked with tears. âyouâre the only one whoâs ever made me feel like me, not just the heiress, not just the brand.â
the sound of footsteps approaching caught both of your attention, and you turned to see mr. and mrs. minatozaki standing at the top of the grand staircase, looking shocked and concerned.
âwhatâs going on here?â mrs. minatozaki asked, her voice filled with alarm.
âstay out of this, mother,â sana said, her voice raw. âthis is between me and y/n.â
âsana,â her father tried to interject, his voice gentle. âwe can talk about this calmly ââ
âthereâs nothing to talk about,â she cut him off, her eyes fixed on you. ây/n wants to leave. she doesnât think she belongs here.â
âbecause i donât,â you said quietly, your voice filled with an agonising finality. âiâll never be able to give you the life you deserve.â
âwhat i deserve?â she repeated, her tone incredulous. âwhat i deserve is to be with someone who loves me enough to stay.â
âand what if that love isnât enough?â you asked, your heart breaking as the words left your lips. âwhat if it only causes more pain?â
âthen we face it together,â she said, her voice softening for the first time. âbut youâve already given up, you decided for us without even talking to me.â
the truth in her words was undeniable and it left you feeling exposed and helpless. you had given up; not because you didnât love her, but because you were terrified of what loving her meant.
âiâm sorry,â you whispered, tears streaming down your face.
her expression hardened again, a mix of anger, heartbreak and resignation. âsorry isnât enough.â
âi know,â you said, your voice barely audible.
she stared at you for a long moment, her chest heaving with suppressed sobs. then, with a coldness that felt like a final blow, she uttered the word that shattered everything between you.
âleave.â
âsana, please ââ
âi said, leave,â she repeated, her voice empty now. âbefore i regret you.â
you didnât move for a moment, unable to believe it was really ending like this but her eyes were dead serious and you knew there was no room for negotiation.
with a final look, you turned and walked toward the door, each step feeling like a nail in your heart. you could hear her sobs behind you, raw and uncontrollable, but you didnât turn back.
it was for the better.
as the mansion doors closed behind you, the enormity of what youâd lost crashed over you like a wave. you had thought leaving would hurt less than staying, but now, as you stood on the steps of the life you could have had, you realised you had never been more wrong.
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it had been nearly two months since you left the minatozaki mansion, but the wounds felt as fresh as ever. you were still trying to move forward, but most days felt like you were just treading water, struggling to keep from sinking beneath the weight of your own heartbreak.
you had saved up enough money to pay for the next six months of rent and food, but there was no joy in the security it offered. it just felt like a countdown to more loneliness.
despite your efforts to stay away from news about sana, you couldnât avoid the headlines completely.
she had been partying non-stop, her face appearing on every tabloid cover â smiling but empty-eyed, reckless but lost. there were photos of her stumbling out of clubs, surrounded by people who seemed more like shadows than friends. one image stood out in particular: sana, arm-in-arm with jake, her ex, looking disheveled and drained.
the caption suggested they were rekindling their romance, but you couldnât bring yourself to believe it â or perhaps, you didnât want to.
you tried to drown your sorrows in alcohol, spending most nights at a small bar nearby. it was dark and dingy, a stark contrast to the places youâd been with sana, but it felt fitting. the drinks were cheap, and the bartender never asked questions.
âare you okay?â jihyo asked one night when she found you slumped over your kitchen table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey beside you. her voice was full of worry, but you couldnât bring yourself to lie.
âno,â you admitted, your voice hollow. âiâm not.â
âthis isnât like you, y/n,â she said, her eyes filled with concern. âyouâre not the type to just give up.â
âmaybe i am now,â you replied, taking another swig from the bottle. âmaybe i never shouldâve tried in the first place.â
jihyo reached out, her hand squeezing yours. âweâre here for you, okay? no matter what.â
their support felt distant, muted by the constant ache of missing sana. you knew your friends were worried; how you barely ate, how you showed up to gatherings disheveled and silent, a shadow of who you used to be.
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a few days later, when you were nursing a hangover from another lonely night at the bar, your phone rang. it was an unknown number, and you hesitated before answering.
âhello?â
ây/n?â a familiar voice asked, tentative but warm. it was mrs. minatozaki.
âyes, this is y/n,â you confirmed, surprised. âmrs. minatozaki?â
âiâm sorry to call you like this,â she began gently. âbut my husband and i were hoping you could come to the mansion. thereâs something we need to discuss with you.â
you felt a wave of apprehension, unsure of what to expect. but something in her tone; soft, almost pleading â made it impossible for you to say no.
âiâll be there,â you agreed quietly.
the mansion felt as imposing as ever when you arrived, its grandeur a stark reminder of the world you had tried to leave behind. you were greeted by the familiar staff, who offered polite smiles before leading you to a cozy sitting room. mrs. minatozaki was already seated on a velvet armchair, her husband standing beside her with a solemn expression.
âthank you for coming, y/n,â mrs. minatozaki said warmly, gesturing for you to sit. âwe know this isnât easy for you.â
âwhatâs going on?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. âis it about sana?â
âyes,â mr. minatozaki replied, his tone serious but gentle. âsheâsâŚnot doing well. weâre very worried about her.â
âwe thought she would eventually find a way to cope,â mrs. minatozaki added, her voice breaking slightly. âbut itâs clear now that sheâs just trying to numb the pain.â
you felt a stab of guilt, even though you knew it wasnât entirely your fault. âiâm sorry,â you said, your voice thick with emotion. âi didnât mean to hurt her like this.â
âwe know,â mr. minatozaki said softly. âand thatâs why we wanted to talk to you.â
âsana has always been a passionate person,â mrs. minatozaki continued. âbut sheâs never loved anyone the way she loves you. weâve seen her with past lovers â there was never this depth of feeling, never this kind of vulnerability.â
her words hit you hard, and you struggled to process them. âbut i donât fit into this world,â you said, your voice filled with insecurity. âiâm just ââ
âand thatâs exactly why we accept you,â mr. minatozaki said firmly. âyou love our daughter for who she is, not for what she represents. we donât care about the gossip or the opinions of others. we care about her happiness.â
âitâs true,â mrs. minatozaki added, her eyes filled with a quiet intensity. âwe want you to know that you have our support completely.â
tears welled up in your eyes at their words, the acceptance and understanding youâd never thought youâd receive.
âthank you,â you whispered, overwhelmed. âi justâŚi donât know if sheâll want me back.â
before they could respond, the sound of commotion erupted from the foyer. voices, urgent and alarmed, echoed through the mansionâs grand halls.
âwhatâs happening?â mrs. minatozaki asked, standing up abruptly.
a moment later, two security guards entered the room, struggling to support a barely-conscious sana. her makeup was smudged, her hair disheveled, and her eyes half-closed. she was clearly intoxicated, her legs barely able to hold her weight.
âsana!â mrs. minatozaki exclaimed, rushing over.
âwe found her like this outside a club,â one of the guards explained apologetically. âshe insisted on coming home.â
your heart broke at the sight of her, the reckless desperation evident in every inch of her being. without a second thought, you stepped forward.
âlet me take care of her,â you said softly, moving to her side.
sanaâs eyes fluttered open, but they were unfocused, clouded by alcohol and exhaustion. ây/n?â she slurred, her voice thick with confusion.
âitâs me,â you said gently, your hand brushing a strand of hair away from her face. âiâm here.â
âno, youâre not real,â she mumbled, her head lolling against your shoulder. âyouâre just⌠another dream.â
âiâm real,â you insisted. âi promise, iâm real.â
her body went limp against you, and you struggled to support her weight. with help from the guards, you managed to get her upstairs and into her bedroom. she collapsed onto the bed, her breaths shallow and uneven.
you stayed by her side through the night, watching over her as she tossed and turned in her sleep. her face was flushed, her expression troubled even in unconsciousness. you couldnât help but reach out, your fingers lightly tracing the back of her hand, hoping that somehow, your touch could offer her peace.
the next morning, sana stirred awake, her head pounding and her mouth dry. she squinted against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, her vision slowly focusing. when she saw you sitting beside the bed, her eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over her.
ây/n?â she asked, her voice hoarse and hesitant.
âhey,â you said softly, your heart aching at the vulnerability in her eyes. âhow are you feeling?â
âlike shit,â she admitted, her voice cracking. âbut whyâŚwhy are you here?â
âyour parents called me,â you explained gently. âthey were worried about you. i was worried too.â
sanaâs eyes filled with tears, her shoulders shaking with the weight of everything sheâd been holding back. âi thought i lost you,â she sobbed, burying her face in her hands. âi thought you were really gone.â
âi thought i was gone too,â you admitted, your own tears falling. âbut i realised that leaving you hurt more than anything else.â
âyouâre not just saying that because my mother asked you to come, are you?â she asked, her vulnerability laid bare.
âno,â you said, reaching out to take her hand. âiâm saying it because i love you. and i want to be with you â no matter what.â
her lips trembled as she tried to hold back more tears. âi want that, too.â
you took a deep breath, feeling the fear and hope collide within you. âif you still want me,â you said, your voice steady despite the tremble in your heart. âi want to try again. for real this time.â
sanaâs sobs turned into laughter, a mix of relief and disbelief. âof course i want you,â she said, reaching for your hand. âiâm sorry, iâve always wanted you.â
you pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling her body relax against yours. she buried her face in your neck, her breath warm against your skin.
âiâm sorry, too,â she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. âfor the photos, for being so reckless. none of it was true, i just wanted to forget.â
âi know,â you said, stroking her hair gently. âbut we donât have to forget. we just have to move forward.â
âtogether?â she asked, looking up at you with a mix of hope and fear.
âtogether,â you confirmed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
later that evening, as you lay tangled in each otherâs arms, sanaâs breathing slow and steady against your chest, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief. it wasnât going to be easy but you were ready to face it.
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đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ. where sam was there to help y/n when she had a rough day and resorted to unwinding in a not-so-healthy way.
đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđ. okay so i was just thinking for a sam golbach fic reader relapses (self harm) cuz their mind has been getting too much lately, and maybe sam helps them clean up and then helps take care of them and makes them feel loved nd just like lets them know that they don't need to do that because he's there from now on?? if that makes sense. also maybe not an established romantic relationship but maybe it ends up that way? like sam tells reader he doesn't know what he'd do with himself if anything happened to them he just cares a lot about them and yeah
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ. ANGST ! third person pov, talks of self harm, relapsing, descriptive literature, friend!sam, friends to lovers.
đđĄđ¨đŽđ đĄđđŹ. if anybody needs anyone to talk to iâm here! đ¤ sorry this took so long to post & write! this one hit really personal for me but id okay to say ive healed & im continuing to heal from my past. if anyone is going through similar hardships, you can get through it! i believe, love, & support you always.
y/n told herself she wouldnât put herself in this position again. she wouldnât.. but sometimes things donât go as planned.
she had tried to stay strong, to stop letting her mind control every action she took; it just became too much. she sat on the cold tile floor of her bathroom, tears making their way down her flushed face. she gripped the item as she took the first swipe, lightly but firm enough.
just stop. she told herself. her hand shook as she went to repeat the action. she looked at her skin i just need to feel something, she thought. something other than what im feeling now.
she had been doing so good but somehow found herself back at square one. all that work that she had done was all gone. she felt hopeless, as if this never ending black hole of despair would stay with her for the rest of her life.
she took a minute to think on her life and what could have went wrong to cause her to relapse. all those thoughts had no specific effect on relapsing, its just her brain had begun to spin a web that caused her to get stuck in her head all day. what else can i do? she thought as she took another swipe at her skin. she planned on continuing until she heard her bedroom door open.
her heart dropped to her ass. ây/n..?â the voice had confusion laced in their voice.
sam.
it was sam.
the blonde boy was one of the things that y/n had in her life that truly made her happy. he was her best friend. she never told him that but she truly meant that with every fiber of her being.
y/n quickly wiped her tears when she heard the footsteps come closer to the bathroom. wiping the tears would make the tear stains disappear but the thing about breaking down, youâre left with that struggle of trying to catch your breath.
she couldnât stop gasping, trying to breathe calm and collectively. thatâs why as sam stopped right beside the bathroom. he heard a small gasp escape her lips that caught his attention.
his eyebrows raised in confusion. he put his head beside the door trying to hear something else. âuh.. y/n? you in there?â he knocked. he received no answer. multiple questions and thoughts ran through his mind before he opened the door.
sam had seen many things in his life, traumatic even, but this â it was like his heart had jumped, dropped, did a tumble, and self destructed all in the span of 3 seconds. he instantly became nauseous at the sight of y/n holding a blade to her forearm. the small cuts that had caught his eye before she covered her arm and hid the blade had his blood run cold.!
the second y/n had been caught she felt guilty and embarrassed. she felt pathetic, like she wasnât strong enough to handle the hard reality of the real world. immediately, she stood up and faced sam. âi-im sorry you werenât supposed to see that.. itâs not what it looks like.â she sniffled trying to contain her tears. âi⌠it just, lately everything has been so crazy and i havenât ⌠i havenât done this in a while but⌠but everything has just been⌠too much.â she rambled out, trying to explain herself.
samâs face of confusion faltered. he thought about her words. the way she mentioned in a while had him wondering what caused her to relapse and fall back into this situation. he scanned her face. sheâs too pure to be suffering like this. he paused thinking of what to say but truly all that he wanted to do was give her a hug. so thatâs what he did.
he pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her protectively. she melted into his touch. her lip quivered as she wrapped her own arms around him. her body shook as more tears cascaded down her face.
sam felt his own eyes sting with tears. âiâm sorry.â he choked up. âiâm sorry youâve been going through all of this alone.â he rested his cheek on her head closing his eyes trying to stay strong for her.
y/n hasnât said anything, still feeling guilty. sam pulled away and looked down at the floor seeing the blade and a tissue beside it. he picked them up and threw both away.
he turned back to y/n who had a tired look on her face. âas long as iâm here nothing will hurt you, okay? i will be here for you. you can depend on me. you donât need to do this anymore to yourself y/n, i wonât let you.â he took her face into his hands. âi promise, i love you and im always here for you no matter what.â
y/nâs heart raced as samâs words really effected her. she nodded pursing her lips and biting her cheek.
he brought her head to his mouth and pressed a light kiss on her forehead. âi mean it y/n. i donât know what iâd do with myself without you. you complete me.â
y/nâs eyes scanned samâs face noticing how his own eyes began to water and become puffy. the scene before her causing her throat to close. âmâsorry i promise i wont do it anymore. i love you sam and⌠fuck â i know i shouldnât be doing that. i just didnât know what else to do.â she leaned against his chest.
âi know, i know baby but from now on you can talk to me about it. about anything. i care so much about you. you truly have no idea how much iâŚâ he stopped himself not wanting to overwhelm her. âjust know you mean the world to me. you are and have been my priority since we met and thatâs never going to change.â the reassuring words causing y/n to relax.
y/n started to get inside her head, wondering what if he got tired of her, if heâd leave her, what sheâd do or how sheâd feel if that happened â or even worse; if she would be a burden to sam.
sam noticed y/n zoning out. âhey, tell me what youâre thinking please.â his hands reached down to grab her own.
she took a deep breath. câmon y/n. she blinked a couple times trying to sort her thoughts. âdonât wanna be a burden to you.â she admitted to which sam immediately shook his head.
sam brought her hands to his mouth kissing her knuckles. âyou could never ever be a burden to me. you keep me pushing through every day because i want to be the best for you. to be the best friend you deserve and⌠and whatever the future may hold for us â i want you there always, okay? donât ever forget that.â
his words wavered through the air and stood there so you could process what he truly meant. you thought on it, picking up some hidden message that youâd both communicate about later but as of now, he truly helped you feel understood and seen. as long as you had him youâd feel physically, mentally, and emotionally secure and protected.
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20 minutes in hell
Recycled from 2023!
Plot: halloween party fun!
Warnings: smut/closet sex/protection/public sex
The time was 8pm when you entered vinces halloween house party, the stink of men and cigarettes danced around the house like it had made its self quite comfortable. You open the front door to see many girls in mini skirts and crop tops strutting around probably trying to be sexy mince or something.
You where begged by a mutual friend ehren to come so he would have someone to talk to, you and ehren where best buddys and he always enjoyed having you around. You werent so close to vince and you definitely didnt like his friend, nikki sixx. Something about him annoyed you, low hygene, loud voice, a "im a sleaze" personality and many more could be the reason but even just seeing him boiled your blood.
You wore a black lacy dress and a cheap witch hat with a little bit of makeup.
You weaved yourself through the croud into the living room where vince the.. whatever he is and ehren the zombie where sitting, vince didnt look to intrested in the conversation, he was too busy looking down the girl who sat on the floors cleavage. "Hey ehren" you tap his sholder, the goofy looking boy turned around smiling brightly "hey your here finally!" You took a seat "hey vince!" He turned round fast at the mention of his name, not seeing you arrive "oh hey yn! Take a seat sure!" he said smiling at you, he turned round to check more girls out.
Ehren unwrapped a 8 pack of beer he had waiting in a bag at his legs and you shared them talking about any stuff you could. Soon enough "hey sixx! Come sit down. Where have you been?" You smelt his arrival before he had even walked in the door, ehren saw your face sour and sighed knowing it had killed your mood. Nikki dressed as satan glanced at you and turned to vince "what the fuck is the scottish prick doing here?" He tried to whisper but he said it loud enough for you to hear "fuck you maybe learn some basic hygiene then we can talk" he darted you a look and stuck the middle finger up "pathetic" you mouth at him. You both turn around and start talking to your friends again "what is it with you two?" Ehren said cracking another can of beer "he thinks hes better because he's famous well he can go suck a fat fucking cock im telling you man" ehren spits out his beer laughing "wouldnt be his first time" he adds making you laugh more.
After you guys finished your 4 cans each ehren headed to the toilet (meaning he will be away for while checking out the house) and you went to the kitchen to get more drink.
After 20 Scuse me's and sorry can i get buys you finally arrived in the kitchen, not too busy but definitely wasnt empty. You opened the fridge to look for more alcohol "whats the deal? You hate me so much that your following me around now?" You head shoots up and you turn round to see the tall black haired man looking down at you with a can of beer in his hand "what the fuck? No im getting drink?" He rolls his eyes "yeah sure. Ive heard that one before" your face went red from anger and embarrassment
"im not fucking following you the only thing following you is the trail of flys and stench" nikki scoffs "i dont smell that bad" you turn round to grab a can of beer from the fridge and notice him smelling himself when you turn back around "now arse whole get out my way and let me back into the living room" he gets visibly more angry "i dont fucking smell bad" his grip tightens on his beer can "whatever makes you sleep at night now let me past" he doesnt budge so you push him making him stumble backwards and head back to the living room.
You sit on the couch alone waiting for ehren to come back. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. 40 minutes where the fuck is he. You find vinces home phone and call him, he picks up after a few seconds
"Hello?"
"Ehren where the fuck are you?"
"I umm..."
you hear a girl giggle in the backround and snap your phone shut, prick. Oh well lets 'mingle'? You get up from your seat and walk around the rooms, none of the men catching your eyes since they all looked the same.
You open the basement door and hear tommys distinct laugh, you got exited and sprinted down the stairs "tommy!" He was resting on the couch dressed as a cowboy and sat up when he saw you, smiling wide "hey darlin!" He got up and gave you a hug
"howve you been?" He looked down at you walking over to the couch "pretty good, yourself?" The slinky man flopped down onto the couch "pretty good!" A fake cough sounded from the couch opposite, nikki. "As i was saying before i was very rudely interrupted" he gave you a harsh look and you found a seat next to tommy. Vince, nikki and a two of their stoner friends where sitting on the couch opposite from you and you sat on a couch with tommy and mick (dressed as a vampire). You forced yourself to listen to nikki talking about some girl that tried it on with him, picking at your nails in boredom.
The room went silent and the feeling of all the boys thinking of something to say filled the air "how about, we play spin the bottle?" Tommy said, all your heads turning go him "i mean we will need a few more ladys but sure!" Nikki said enthusiastically. "ill go get some" vince stood up, walking out to the party.
Nikki chugs the beer bottle he was holding since everyone else had cans, he put it down and you all sat round in a circle waiting for vince to return. "Man im so exited" tommy said breaking the silence, you looked up at nikki panicking at the thought you could get him, he caught your eye "stop drooling over me" this made the boys turn to you noticing your face go red
"was just looking at your fly buddies" mick laughs alot at this one, when mick laughs you know its good. Vince returned with the 4 sluttiest looking girls he could find, more beer and slash, he loved to party with the band "found this douche wandering around upstairs!" Slash waves at you all and heads over to nikki to sit "hey dude!" Nikki smiles at him. After we all settled round a circle you were sat next to slash and mick, nikki and vince sitting straight across from you and the other girls scattered inbetween the rest.
Round one- mick and vince, a quick peck and alot of laughter after
Round two- tommg and girl number 1, she blushed but he gave her a light hearted smile back
Round three- you and girl number 4, the boys got exited but you werent giving them what they wanted so you gave the girl a quick kiss.
"Ugh this is boring" vince complained and everyone nodded "how about seven minutes in heaven but heres the twist here me out ive been thinking of it for awhile you all looked at vince equally as contused, nothing that came out his mouth was predictable "so the men switch clothes like we throw them in a pile cover our eyes and just wear what we lift and the girls go shove on my clothes, i have a bunch of old halloween masks and we play the game in silence" you all went silent thinking of his stupid idea, not so stupid to be honest. "Im in" you say and everyone started agreeing "okay so the masks are down here ill get them out and leave four at the door, girls go get changed"
You trailed behind the rest of the girls up to vinces room noticing the party was dying at the absence of the boys. You walked into the room and the stink off aftershave lingered in the air, grabbing a pair of baggy black joggers and a baggy black shirt that was crumpled. You entered his bathroom that connected to his room to get changed and shoved on your outfit as quick as possible to get out of the akward situation, you put on the shirt and it read "i love vince neil" now you look like a slut for him. Great.
You left without the girls and headed to the basement door where you could hear fumbling but no words, looks like the boys where taking this seriously. You waited till the noise of clothes getting shoved on stopped and opened the door to see four rubber halloween masks, bunny, gorilla, bird and a cat. You grabbed the cat mask shoving it on fast, the faint smell of smoke from the inside combing through your nostrils, you walked down the stairs greeted by a dog, horse, another bird, another cat, mouse and a zombie. When the girls came down you all silently sat in a circle and one of the girls span the bottle fast, leaving it spinning for some time. It landed on the other cat and he span the bottle again just as fast, you watched the bottle go round and round and round almost becoming hypnotised. It slowed down and your breath caught your throat as it landed on you
"WHY ME" you screamed in your head standing up slowly with the cat who sat only two people away.
He took your hand gently and led you to the closet in the extension room in the basement. You entered the pich black closet and stumbled over a few shoes as your hands found the mans shoulders, he was tall and quite wide built. You both took off your masks still unable to see eachothers faces, the mystery man grabbed your face and started kissing you roughly it scared you at the beginning but you realised he really knew what he was doing so let him beat up your mouth with his own. As you started making out it became more clear who it was, tall, built and smells nice. Its slash. You didnt mind this, slash is hot so you continued, smiling lightly. He removed his shirt and started slipping off yours, you gasped softly not sure if this was the original plan but you never got bitches so once again let it happen. Slash started feeling your breasts through your lacy bra making you whimper softly and tangle your hand in his long hair, he slowly unclipped your bra and started licking your nipple and playing with the other in his hand. Your moans become louder as he speeds up, stopping to unzip his jeans and you sigh at the loss of contact. The tall man finds his way onto the ground, his jeans and pants removed. You take off your joggies and pants, not sure if you wanted to do it with slash since he might have multiple stds but before you could think of your next plan he got out a condom, you could only tell it was one from the small light that reflected off it. He whimpered softly as he slipped on the condom as you sat on his legs watching him, taking in this weird moment. Your about to have closet sex with slash hudson.
Slash gently moves you onto your back and taps your thigh for consent to eat you out, you hummed a permission and he went straight for it. His tongue darting between your folds and your clit, your back arching at the sudden movements. He pulled your legs closer to him and started going faster, sticking his tongue inside occasionally as you moaned loud grabbing his hair. He brought his finger in and started circling your clit while licking your entrance, his other hands holding your wrists together to get some sort of control. Your moans became uncontrollable and desperate as you met your high, he noticed and continued what he was doing with intent to let you finish first. A minute later you where a moaning mess, cumming into his mouth. Hes an expert at this shit. You sat up and he lifted you onto his lap, his hard dick resting against your stomach as he moved his hand over your forehead to clean it of sweat.
You moved your hand down and started feeling his covered tip and he rested his head against your sholder, his dick was really hard. You started pumping him slowly at the base before lifting yourself up, letting your pussy hover over his dick to tease him and to ask him for consent. He moved his dick to where your entrance is and grabbed your hips pushing you down harshly "oh fuck" you both moaned out, you paused hearing a voice that didnt belong to slash and he paused too clearly hearing your accent. "Y/n?" the voice said cowardly
"NIKKI?"
You shrieked, trying to get up. He held your hips down, his hard dick still inside you "cmon its only fair you finish me off since i made you such a riot" you stuttered and froze looking down at where the sleazy idiots voice sounded. He didnt sound so harsh and as much as you hated to admit it you where enjoying youself so you did as he asked, bouncing softly building up a pace. Feeling slightly turned on by the fact your fucking the guy you hate the most. He let out small whimpers and groans and you grinded against him moaning yourself "your so good when your mouths shut" he moaned out "shut up prick" you kissed his jaw line and continued grinding on him feeling yourself approaching your second orgasm.
He turned on the closet light that hung from a string next to him. You felt exposed but you where fascinated by him, his face red and stray hairs sticking to his forehead "fuck you look amazing" he said smiling and tilting his head back further. He grabbed your hips and started fucking into you relentlessly as you practically screamed in pleasure, resting your head on his sholder. "Nikki im so close" saying his name felt like needles in your mouth and he rested his head on your sholder slowing down "for someone who hates me so much you are really liking this huh?" Your face went somehow more red as he stopped still inside you, angry at him for ruining your orgasm "what the fuck are you doing!" you puzzled
"edging you? What does it look like?" You brows furrowed "fine let me go ill go finish myself off somewhere else with someone else" you tried to move your hips off him but he only held them tighter holding you down, the tip of his dick brushing your cervix "no. Im finishing" he sounded more angry but it just turned you on more, he slowly pulled out a little and thrusted back in, doing tiny fast thrusts staring right into your eyes.
Sweat rolled down his face and his green eyes became wider as you finished, your pussy throbbing around his dick. Before he could moan you attached your lips to his, kissing as he moaned into your mouth "fuck fuck im really close" he whimpered, still thrusting into you. He grabbed your hips and started fucking into you as hard as he could like you werent even there, you where his own little toy. He muttered stuff like "fuck you feel amazing" and "holy shit" as he came into the condom, his body softly pulsing as he rested on your sholder, panting for air.
After two minutes of resting against eachother naked you stood up slowly, in pain, seeing the white balloon that covered his dick. He rested his head back and you took the condom off him carefully being careful not to spill any cum on him, his head darted up at your sudden kindness. You just dumped the used condom in the bin that sat in the corner, you sat next to him, both of you still naked "so um, you got any tissues? Im dripping down here man" he laughed and picked up the 'i love vince neil' shirt, wiping you clean "thanks nikki" you said shyly "hey its alright, thanks too" you both looked down at your legs. Two minutes later you started shoving on clothes again, nikki giving you his clean shirt to wear and you just shoved back on the joggies leaving him shirtless.
You exited the closet to see a whole group of people sitting around. Shit. You both forgot it was seven minutes in heven not 20 minutes in hell. The croud went silent as they saw you "holy fucking shit" tommy said breaking the silence "that sounded hot, when is it my turn?"
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Meant to Meet
Eddie Munson x gn!reader
TW: Failed suicide attempt, trauma, blood
WC: â1.1K
Image credit : if itâs yours please tell me
April 15th 1986, Ascension St. Vincent Hospital, Indianapolis
Your eyes start to open, you don't understand where you are. The light in the room is so bright that you are squinting your eyes. Are you finally dead? Is it why it is so bright? But the more you regain consciousness the more aware of your surroundings you are. You can smell the sterile hospital air, you can hear the bip of machines maintaining people alive. Is there one maintaining you alive? You don't know yet. You can also feel the IVs plugged in your hands. What a shame, you think, I'm still alive.
This isn't your first attempt and you know the drill really well. They save you, monitor you, keep you there until you fake feeling better and it starts all over again.
Then, after several minutes of squinting your eyes because of the bright light, you turn to the side, and to your surprise, you're not alone in your room. The first person you see is a young curly haired boy with a "Thinking cap" on his head, sat in a chair. And then, in the bed next to yours, lies a boy in his twenties, like you. Most of the bip from machines you can hear comes from him.
You're tired so you close your eyes, and fall asleep again, despite the sterile atmosphere. You have nothing better to do anyway. You wake up a few hours later, to a nurse changing your roommate's bandages. You can see several deep cuts on his torso. His cuts look nasty and deep, you try not to stare too much, because even if he isn't awake, you know you wouldn't like your hospital roomate looking at your cuts or scars.
After a good 15 minutes, the nurse leaves the room, you turn toward your unconscious roommate, wondering why he is in the hospital. You can see he has a brown mop of curly hair, he seems peaceful, it almost looks like he is asleep.
This man intrigues you, you find him beautiful in a way you never found anyone. You wish he could be awake, to at least know his name.
About 12 hours later, your wish is coming true as the curly haired boy next to you wakes up from his coma. He is the one waking you up actually, as he wakes up screaming. You rub your eyes, look around you and see that no one is there to reassure him. Careful of your IVs, you get out of your bed and go sit in the chair next to his bed. Thatâs when you notice his beautiful big brown eyes. Up close, and awake, he is even more handsome.
You look at him sweetly before whispering. âHey, hey itâs okay. Youâre okay. Youâre in the hospital. Do you know why?â You softly tell the young man. You felt the need to reassure him because you know what it is to wake up all alone in the hospital and not knowing where you are, and if you can at least make him understand that he is safe, then youâll be glad.
At your words and proximity the young man seems even more scared so you decide to introduce yourself. âIâm YN, Iâm not here to hurt you. The doctors just put me in the same room as you, I am a patient as wellâ
The young man tries to speak but his voice is really hoarse after almost a month of misuse âIâm Eddieâ he manages to say, seeming less scared of you.
âYou donât have to talk if itâs hurting you, Eddieâ you tell him. âJust, if you can, tell me what I can do for youâ
Eddie coughs before speaking again, voice still hoarse: âwhy⌠why are you here?â
âThatâs a loaded questionâŚâ you answer honestly. âI⌠I took too many pillsâ You end up telling him after a while, feeling ashamed.
Eddie, is reaching out to you, holding his hand out, you take it and he caresses your knuckles, trying to comfort you as much as he can. He waits for a while before speaking again. âIt wasnât accidental was it?â
You look down and you let go of Eddieâs hand, feeling even more ashamed. You even start to get up, all you want to do now is hide in the hospital bedâs sheet and not have to see the beautiful man youâre sharing a room with.
âWait!â He says, his voice still hoarse. When you stop dead in your tracks he keeps going âIâm not going to judge youâ
Youâre still mortified and make no move to go back closer to him, you even slowly keep walking to your bed.
âDo you wanna talk about it?â Eddie asks softly.
You vehemently shake your head no.
âItâs okayâŚâ Eddie answers reassuringly âplease, Iâd like it if you came back next to me. I wanna get to know youâ Eddie earnestly tells you.
âNo you donâtâ you mutter under your breath.
âHey, hey stop thatâ Eddie says while trying to sit down but wincing in pain.
When you see him wince you rush next to him before saying âeh⌠be carefulâŚâ You then help him lay back down and before you can run away, Eddie takes your hand in his and holds it. He is intensely looking at you, with his big brown eyes. âThank you,â he says.
You still avoid Eddieâs gaze, ashamed by your earlier confession. âItâs nothing reallyâ
âHey look at me pleaseâ Eddie tells you.
You look at Eddie, shame written all over your face.
"You don't have to be ashamed darling. I know we just met and I know it isn't easy to be vulnerable, but if you need to talk I'm here... 'kay?" Eddie tells you. "There is nothing to be ashamed of"
You look down at Eddie's hand holding yours and then look at him again. "What happened to you?" you ask.
"I thought I was going to die..." Eddie starts, closing his eyes shut, the memories of what happened to him in the Upside Down overwhelming him. You start rubbing his knuckles with your fingers in order to comfort him. "It is a long story you wouldn't believe..." he ends up saying.
"I would believe you, but if it's too hard for you to talk about it, it's fine, I'm not going to force you" you answer earnestly.
âThank youâ Eddie says before bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing it. You blush hard. âYouâre beautifulâ he then says. âand I hate the fact that we could have never met,â Eddie says.
âThank you Eddie⌠youâre beautiful too. whenever we get out of here, would you like to go grab a coffee maybe?â
âWith pleasure lovely. But meanwhile, while weâre stuck in this hospital bedroom together, we should use this time to get to know each other better.â
And for the first time in your life, you do not regret the fact that your attempt failed.
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Gone, Gone
Peter parker x reader
Summary: Things go wrong on the last mission, now Peter is dealing with the consequences
w: angst, death, canon typical violence,
w/c: 3k
a/n: sorry this took forever anon, and this is my first time writing angst while trying some different writing techniques out so please be nice lmao. btw planning on posting a tasm fic soon that will make up for all of the sadness here :)
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Peter has never been known to remember things. Youâd joke that with his big brain things would get lost so easily in there. He needed reminders and alarms to be set up so he could remember all of the homework, missions and most importantly your dates. His calendar was booked to the brim just so he wouldnât hyperfocus onto one thing for too longâthe hyperfocus mainly being trying to find the most perfect dateâand so he knew what was coming up; because with a job with too many surprises, he liked feeling in control.
But all of that planning, all of the mess that was his brain, all of his forgetfulness; it was never enough for him to forget your scream.
The team was out for a missionâa supposed easy one at thatâand it was all going well until about five minutes in where it turned out to be an ambush. Some SHIELD member double crossed everyone, and now you're paying for it.
It all happened so fast, the gun-shots, the yelling, and explosions; all too much to focus on one thing, all too much for a person to handle. Yet somehow, you pulled through, not letting that Avengers training go to waste. Grabbing Peter and pushing him out of the way from the roof falling apart, separating the two of you between a wall of rubble.
Peter groaned as he sat up, his vision blurring in and out of focus. He heard commotion in his comms, Tonyâs voice pitching in and out, asking if you or Peter was hurt. Peter just muttered something incomprehensible, Tony could only make out separated and help. But it was too late for any help. Once everything cleared in his eyes just when his world came to an end.
He heard the most gut-wrenching scream coming from the other side, your side. Peter got up and yelled while clutching his ribs, he scrambled to the barrier. Using his remaining super strength, he pushed forward and knocked it down. He stumbled forward when he did but his head was going light, and his vision going dark. Yet, he couldnât see you, couldnât sense you, and soon he collapsed.
He woke up almost exactly 24 hours later on an ICU bed in the Avengers tower, he had tubes going up his nose uncomfortably, a tube in his hand connecting to an IV bag, and little monitors on the ends of his hands contributing to the annoying beeping. It was all overwhelming, he pulled the needles out of him, ripping the tubes from his face, and taking the heart rate monitors off.
The beeping got louder and an alarm was triggered, but Peter still got out of the bed. His head was killing and his vision started to go dark again.
He heard noises coming from the hallway and a tiresome Tony Stark and Bruce Banner burst through the door. âPeter what the fuck are you doing?â Tony tried to push Peter back onto the bed, but Peter was stubborn. What little strength he gained back he used to stay standing; and when Peter couldnât push past him it made him feel more helpless. Before, he could push past anything with his super strength. A bunch of gang members? No problem. A car spinning out of control? Easy. The 463 ton subway train that villains target way too much? Give him a challenge.
But now he couldnât push past a 50 year old man?
How pathetic.
âPeter, you need to lay back down.â Bruce came up to them and tried to help Tony, but Peter wouldnât budge.
âWhat happened?â
âPeter you need to lie down-â Tony tried, using all of his strength and regretting not bringing his thrusters.
âI canât rememberâthere was a wall a-and-â
âPeter, please, you need sleep. Bruce get the sedative-â
âNo. No! I heard a scream. A-and I tried to get through but-.â Peter stopped talking and standing his ground. He was pushed back on the bed, still sitting up. Bruce had the mask ready, about to usher him back down until Peter looked up. Slowly lifting his head to face Tony, to look him in the eye.
âWhere-?â Peterâs eyes were red, and his cheeks started to flush. Tony knew the words were coming but they were so quiet, almost like a small prayer.
âPeter, you need to lie down, you took quite a beating.â Peter knew what that meant and allowed Tony to push him laying down. His body worked quicker than his brain could, he started crying and then he started to thrash while being pushed down by Tony, not making any coherent sentences.
âBruce.â Tony pressured. Bruce seemed to snap out of his thoughts and made sure the sedative was ready. Putting the mask over Peterâs face, counting down from ten. When he finished counting, Peter was just starting to calm down. They doubled the dosage, allowing for his fast metabolism to play in.
âBring Wanda in so he doesnât have nightmares.â Was the last thing Peter heard before his brain started to rest.
When Peter next woke up, he felt weird. People acting on eggshells around him. No usual banter from Bucky and Sam, and Tony wasnât nagging Peter to work in the lab. But the pain was there, never quite being baribale enough to have a normal day, hour, minute, or even a second.
The first couple weeks Peter didnât sleep. The day was spent avoiding the Avengers, trying to find places to hide without their painful âsupportâ, or whatever those tight-lipped smiles and watching eyes were. The night on the other hand was filled with deep dives into the crime organization--the one that you were supposedly going to take down that day--and trying to track your coms.
It got so bad that Tony even said something. Trying to get Peter to sleep in his old Avengers room that he hasnât touched in years. Years ago when you and Peter were two fresh-faced Avengers, hopeful about your new life of crime-fighting. When you two never thought that you would meet your soulmate, but then again, he never thought you would be dea-, no, missing.
Peter never used that word, it was too soon, and honestly, he never wanted to think like that.
The other Avengers never thought like Peter though, calling themselves realistic as opposed to Peters 'delusionalâ optimism. He overheard one day that they were talking about possible funeral options, and never in his life had he felt more shock and betrayal.
He didn't want another funeral, he didnât want to put on that suit in the back of the closet, he didnât want to have another gravestone to visit, and he didnât want to visit it alone.
He ran out of the tower and headed to the only place he knew he had to go. He went to the site, swinging over as quick as he could, which was slower then normal. He hadnât gotten this much exercise in a while, he had informally stopped being Spider-man, days spent at his desk on his computer trying to find any source of you.
When he got there, the building was no more than bricks and dust. He calmed down, taking a deep breath, trying to regain his super senses. He waited for anything, any sort of twinge in the air that ment you came back here, that you are alive.
He waited for two hours, not moving, just breathing. Soon enough Tony had flown down next to him, landing a bit behind him. Tony had tracked Peterâs suit here, but Tony should have just assumed where he would go.
âKid, this isnât your fault.â
Peter tensed, his hands fisting together to the point where his nails might poke through the fabric of his suit.
What did he know? He wasnât there.
âIt is.â Peter finally admitted out loud. Tony stepped out of the suit and walked in front of Peter, bringing him into a hug. Peter let his emotions go wild, crying and staining Tonyâs shirt.
âPeter, you canât do this to yourself-â
âMy senses werenât working, Y/n pushed me out of the way.â Peter pushed back from Tony, suddenly feeling disguised with himself. He looked down at his fingertips through his spider-eye filled with tech. What's the point of having the suit if I canât even do its job? He took the mask off of his face and threw it on the ground.
âI shouldâve saved Y/n. I should have known then and there that the roof was going to collapse, I shouldâve gotten us out of there.â
Tony didnât know what to say, and honestly Peter wasnât expecting anything else. He didnât need Tonyâs fake words, saying what heâs been trying to convince himself. But there was no use, Peter knew it wasnât true.
âJust give it one more month.â Peter pleaded, stepping away from Tony. âOne more month until a funeral.â
With a thwip, Peter swung himself off, back to the city and away from that mess. Peter ended up going to the towers and ripped his suit off like it was on fire. It landed in the trash can and Peter sighed, thinking it was fitting. If he canât save the most important soul in his life as Spider-man, he doesnât deserve to be called a hero and save others.
He didnât want to be here anymore, not around the Avengers, not around the people who moved on when they realized they completed the mission. People who didnât care about the only person would make him feel lucky in this fucked up life. People who didnât love you the way he did and never would. So he went to the only place where he could get his thoughts out. Leaving the tower unnoticed and headed back home.
He hadnât been back here since the night before the mission. You both were laying down on the couch watching some movie while you talked about how shit it was. Peter was laughing while you complained, loving the way you told off the characters for doing something dumb or said how the script writers botched the plot. He thought it would last forever, you and him cuddled up together, laughing and just being happy.
But when he opened that door a familiar aroma filled the air, his scenes could always pick up on the smells of your shared home. Normally after coming home from patrol with you he would welcome it, but now he wished that he couldnât smell it. Not wanting to be reminded or making anything more painful.
He walked over to your shared room and collapsed on the bed, still sleeping on his side, not daring to disturb your side. He twisted and turned in his sleep but the bed just felt too empty. He got up and gathered the pillows and blankets you commonly used and placed them under the bed covers on your side. Yeah, itâs pretty sad, but this whole situation is, the only person whoâs opinion mattered was dea-, no, missing.
You being dead is not an option.
The next couple of weeks hurt more and more. Working at home, Peter tried to find any sort of hint that you're here, but it was no use. Some days he thought anything and everything was a clue sent by you, even the old bodega cat at Delmars that was never too fond of Peter unless you were with him and meowed at him a couple times. And other times, there seemed to be absolutely no hope left.
Aunt May saw Peter on the night before the end of the month. Tony had called her after knowing the date and asked if there was anything she could do. But when May opened the door with her spare key, she was not expecting this at all. The floor was clean, everything looked dusted, the kitchen was neat and everything was in its rightful spot, but when May saw the dinner table she knew that he wasnât like this for himself.
It was set up like at a fancy dinner, candles and a lighter in the middle along with a rose. Plates and silverware neatly placed in your and Peter's unassigned-assigned seats. When she actually saw Peter, she nearly started crying. He was dressed nicely, grey pants and black button up, he looked all put together, except for his hair, they were in their messy curls, just how you like it.
âPeter.â She cried, but she didnât know what else to say. She didnât act this way when Peter's parents passed, or even Uncle Ben. She grieved, and to this day always has Ben in her thoughts, but this seemed like too much for someone like Peter who's already gone through too much.
He told her he wanted things to be normal, to go back to things that were planned. Just one more night.
May nodded and let him be. She didnât want to, but whenever he thought back to your date nights, or really any moment with you, he was happy. And that's all she wanted for him.
Peter thought it would make him feel better, the fake little date. But he was just delaying the inevitable, pretending that tomorrow he wouldnât be burying a coffin that wasnât even filled just so your friends and family that didnât know about your secret life would have closure. But Peter wouldnât.
Every day he would wake up knowing that it is his fault that you arenât here to see another day with him. That you arenât here to tell Peter when heâs being dumb. That you arenât here to be reminded how Peter loves you more than life itself.
When Peter awoke the next day, he put on his suit and got out his tie and the velvet box. He stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom and looked at himself and sighed. He wrapped the tie around his neck and started to poorly tie the knot.
âIâve always loved you.â He started. âWhen you first bumped into me and gave me that smile, fuck, it felt like my stomach was gonna vomit a bunch of hearts and stars. I just wanted to make you smile for the rest of my life.â
He messed up on the tie knot, he undid his tie and let it hang around his neck. He looked at the box, reaching his hand out to touch it, right when there were a couple faint knocks at the door. He froze, thinking he just imagined it. He tried again to touch the box, but when he couldnât he slammed his fists down on the bathroom countertop, causing a loud crash of granite breaking and the cabinets underneath to break.
It looked like a complete mess, but god-damn it felt so good to let his anger out.
âI know that the Avengers are trying to get me to move on with this... funeral. But, I donât know, shouldnât a wedding come before a funeral?â He sighed again, this time, being able to grab the velvet box and open it up to see the ring.
âI got the ring after that mission in Argentina when we had to follow that mafia leader. I remember we were undercover as a couple and we got fake rings. For the whole evening we had to pretend we were on our honeymoon.â He chuckled at the memory. He looked at himself in the mirror, judging every part of what he saw.
âI was planning to propose yesterday. I had everything set up how I wanted it last night. May probably thought i was going insane butâŚâ His voice trailed off. He couldnât convince himself that he wasnât slowly going insane without you.
âI know you would say that Iâm not getting enough sleep, but I canât sleep. Some days I canât even get up.â He laughed. Wiping his nose with his sleeve. âMy love for you is like some sort of infection and I just know that it will kill me.â
Another pause. âItâs a weird feeling because I know what your answer would be. And I just wanted to see you smile one more time. What I would do just to hear you laugh. Fuck, I would destroy the fucking world just to tell you that I love you.â
âI just hope that you wou- could still love me, just like I love you.â
âHey Pete?â
Peter whipped his head around, expecting to see you out of some sort of miracle. But it was just Wanda, standing in her black dress, that was all too well-worn.
You only call him Pete, no one else. Why does Wanda think she has that right?
He mustâve been making a face because Wanda started to look more apologetic than before. âSorry, Peter, itâs just that it's time to go.â
Peter shut the box and put it in his pocket and pushed past Wanda and out the door and walked down to the black car waiting for them. Peter sat in the back alone, and Wanda sat up front with the driver, who mustâve been Happy.
Peterâs heart rate started to go up each time the car came to a stop. He didnât want to come to the actual burial site, he didnât want to admit that it could be all over; he didnât want to admit that he would never finish college with you, he would never propose, never get married, along with countless other neverâs.
But the one that stung Peter the most was never being able to tell you that he loves you, just one more time.
When they eventually did arrive, it was all a blur to him. Getting out of the car, the speeches--at one point he had to turn down saying a speech, he said all he needed to before in the bathroom--the people giving him their condolences, and the placing of a white chrysanthemum on the coffin.
A small bit of hope still remains in him to this day. He knows that youâre not in the coffin, this is just an act for those who didnât know about your more heroic life and itâs a weird way of closure for the others. But one day he will find you. One day he will hug you again. One day he will be able to say âI love youâ to you again.
He has to tell himself that. He has too. But this all seemed to real.
The rest of the Avengers watched Peter as the coffin was being lowered. He had a single tear running down his already tear stained cheeks and his eyes were glued onto the hole in the ground. They all shared a look between each other, reminding each other of a promise they will keep until theyâre the one that is being buried:
That the coffin is not empty.
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My Creature
Chapter 1: The Agreement
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader
Summary: Eddie is attacked by a creature while in hiding, soon realizing this âthingâ isnât what it seems to be.
Authors note: I hope yâall like this, it came to me randomly and I really like the idea of a strong scary creature that only Eddie knows their true colors. Let me know what you think comments are very appreciated. Ps: Iâm dyslexic but I tried really hard with grammar so go easy on me.
Reader notes:
reader is a succubus type monster, very little language and communication skills are left in her brain, but as time goes on she will become more verbal.
Eddies POV
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I feel like Iv been hiding for days at this point, but what the fuck am I supposed to do, one minute Iâm here, one minute Iâm not. My brain is in complete and udder shambles and I feel like Iâve lost my mind. God maybe I have⌠she was right there⌠Chrissy and then she⌠god no please donât think about it anymore, I just want to forget!
Theyâre coming for me⌠I need to find someplace to hide any place where they canât just pop in on me. Reefer Rick⌠I know heâs not home I know his house is empty and honestly I donât really have much of a choice.
So here I am.. breaking into his house like some sort of fucking psycho. At least Iâll be safeâŚ
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A very shaken and tired Eddie finally found himself rummaging threw his friends house trying to find a place safe enough to hide, but it seemed like every room had to many windows, and every closet was to closed off to run from danger. Which finally led him to seeing the cascade of a small flood light coming from an old boat shed outside.
He made his way out back, jumping from shadow to shadow, as if he was scared of the moon light itself. He quickly ran from the dark siding of the house to the shed door, and forced himself in, desperate to keep out of eyesight. The moon light reflecting off the water sending a low sheen of blue around the room. Cluttered with tarps and tools.
He felt his body sink down against the wall, as his eyes flooded with his fears.
âGod⌠oh my god.â He muttered to himself. Grabbing the sides of his head as he caved in on his body. Images of what he had just seen flashing in his mind over and over again. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He questioned, sobbing into his knees, defeated. He couldnât run, he couldnât really hide, he could only wait, wait for someone to find him, and accuse him of the unthinkable.
A loud rustle from under a tarp immediately silenced his sorrows, his breath hitching in his throat.
He braced the wall behind him, slowly bringing himself to his feet as he reached for the nearest thing he could find, an old ratchet laying against the window seal.
The rustling continued, small frantic jerks from under the tarp lain over the small boat in the center of the room.
âS-show yourself.â He spoke, but it came out more like a fearful stutter. Rather then the warning he wanted.
The rustling got louder, before stopping all together accompanied by a low growl.
An animal maybe? Eddie thought, raising the wrench in his hand as he circled the boat, before coming to a stop at the small opening in the tarp.
Two eyes where barley visible against the moon light but where outlined by the shape of a face and (H/C) hair, poking out from the edges of the tarp.
Eddies eyes widened as he studied the persons eyes, void of any white, just pitch black orbs. He looked a little too long, not giving himself time to think as the person sprung out from under the tarp, leaping in the air with a low growl and slamming down on his chest. His back hit the concrete, grunting and realizing his only weapon had been knocked to the side. His eyes glanced up, face to face with the person he had seen. A girl? He thought. But he wasnât quite sure, her mouth sat agape, flashing snarling sharp teeth at him as she all but screeched. Spewing saliva against his skin, her pitch black eyes boring into him nearly frantic as they searched his features. He could feel sharp claws digging themselves into the flesh on his shoulders, causing him to wince in pain.
He shifted his eyes down, glancing at her scuffed and tattered clothes, a ripped red T-shirt and torn jeans, and no shoes to be seen.
The fear in him building as he realized this girl, this creature, had him pinned helplessly in place.
âP-Please.â Eddie spoke. âPlease donât.â His voice breaking with every word, not realizing the tears that started to spill over his cheeks, running down the sides of his face.
The girl looked puzzled for a moment, her eyes studying his every move, before slowly shutting her mouth and gazing at the tears that gushed from his now closed blood shot eyes.
When he finally opened his eyes to look at her again, he noticed the black had started to retreat into her pupils, the whites of her eyes coming back to take over until she was left with two large oversized black irises. He felt the claws on his shoulders slowly diminish until it felt more like the normal harsh grip of a person. The girl slowly began to back up off of him until she crouched low in front of him.
He scrambled backwards propping himself against the wall again and grabbing another random object from the floor, this time a metal pole and sticking it out in caution.
âSorry.â Her voice came out as a whisper, raspy and raw like she had been screaming for years.
âW-who are you.â He demanded, his hand shaking as he pointed his weapon at her.
âSorry.â She repeated. Backing away slightly on her knees.
âWhat do you want?!â He yelled, âand donât fuck with me ok, I donât know what this shit is, if your human or not human, but Iv seen some shit in the last several hours so Iâm not waiting around to find out âight!!â His breathing was rapid, as he tried hard to keep a steady grip on the only thing between him and this strange creature. She stared at him, eyes wide and but seemingly calm, as she shifted to look out into the lake, before returning to stare at him.
âHungry.â She said lowly. Barley above a whisper and still blank as she stared.
âHungry? Hungry. Right weâll Iâm not your fucking meal so take whatever you came here for besides a fucking piece of me, and leave.â He shakenly stated. Eyes completely fixed on her every move.
She looked up at the night sky again before looking back at him and suddenly standing. Eddie watched welding his weapon as she moved the side of the wall, looking up at a small side skylight and down at him again. She sighed, eyes flooding with pigment like an ink soaked page, before launching herself up the metal, and crawling up and out the window. He waited for a moment, shaking violently from fear before realizing she wasnât coming back.
âWhat the fuck.â He whispeared to himself. âWhat the fuck, what the fuck was that.â He hit the sides of his head with his hands, feeling the sobs tear through his heart once again as he balled in on himself on the dusty old concrete floor. The fear and adrenaline of the days events soaking into his mind.
It felt like hours had gone by, the night dragging along at an agonizingly slow pace, he slowly felt himself drift away into a much needed sleep, crumbled by his exhaustion.
His dreams filled themselves with images of chrissy, her body, her arms⌠her eyesâŚ. Torturing him at every corner of darkness he tried so desperately to find peace in.
Yet before his emotions came to swallow him while, the sound of thudding metal shook him awake. He frantically grabbed onto the metal pipe again, jumping into a croached position. His eyes finally adjusting to the dark of the room as he noticed a figure climbing down from the wall. It was her again, creeping along the floor on all fours, something swaying around her mouth. His breathing started to get rapid, fear came barreling back to his heart. As she got closer, his ring clad fingers, gripped fearfully to the metal pipe.
âWhat the fuck do you want now?!â He yelled, his voice shaking.
The moon faintly illuminated her as she crouched in front of him. As he soon made out the details of blood and fur notched between her jaws. His eyes went wide, horror written on his face. She inched as close as she could to him, before dropping what was in her mouth, her teeth stained red from the liquid. He looked down, stomach turning at the dead squirrel in front of him.
âWhat. The. Fuck.â He whispeared, eyes clicking up to her face, smeared blood around the corner of her lips, her eyes dark and soulless as before.
âHungry.â She stated. Backing up slightly to give him room.
âHungryâŚ? hungry.. oh.â And then it clicked. This creature, this thing, this girl. Was trying to FEED HIM?
âUhhh⌠thank you⌠I guess.â
She nodded slowly, seeming to wait for him to do something.
What the hell do you do in this situation. He canât actually eat this dead fucking squirrel, and if he refused it was she going to.. I donât know EAT HIM???!
Eddie took a deep breath.
âI⌠I donât,..eat this⌠stuff. If that makes sense.?â He pushed the squirrel Aside with his shoe, glancing up to see if she would attack him. But she sat, quietly, her eyes slowly glazing back to normal.
âI- I appreciate it, donât get me wrong, I just. Uh Canât. Eat it, you understand?â
She nodded. Raising a hand to scratch her dirt caked and hair matted scalp.
âOâkay⌠weâll then, uhh..â he looked around. Wondering what to do now that he was sitting by a dead squirrel with a fucking monster girl creature sat across from him.
He didnât have much time though because in another second she had lunged forward, scaring the shit out of him as he raised his metal pole, closing his eyes expecting the impact before hearing a loud sloppy crunch. He opened one eye, watching as the girl began to chow down on the creature, tearing at it and swallowing everything whole.
He sighed, getting up from the floor and running a hand through his hair.
âOk. So am I like, fine with assuming that your not gonna eat me? Or kill me? Or tear the flesh off me as I sleep? Because Iâm reallllllly tired of feeling like Iâm gonna die every second of my life.â He knew he was basically ranting to himself but he thought heâd give it a try. The girl stared up at him, finishing off the bloody pile of fur and nodding.
âYes.â She stated.
âOh.. ok so you can understand me? You know what I said? Your not gonna eat me?â He asked again.
âYes.â She repeated.
âOk⌠ok good. God I am going insane.â He began pacing lightly.
âSo Iv decided that your either real, or a figment from my nightmares come to haunt me and honestly I donât know which is worse so.â He threw his hands in the air, âim just gonna say, fuck it. Letâs just chill with the squirrel eating, feral half orc whatever the fuck you are,⌠I guess.â He scratched the bag of his neck groaning in frustration. âJesus h Christ, Iâm a psychopath, a mental case, holy fuck.â He sat down on a small milk create beside him, running his hands down his face. In the silence of the room, he could hear a small laugh, barley loud enough to catch. His eyes shot up to look at her. The smallest smile visible on her face.
âAre⌠are you laughing at me?â He asked.
She nodded back.
âOk⌠getting laughed at by a monster, thatâs a first, so⌠uh look if your gonna stay⌠whatâs your name? Who are you?â He motioned out with his hands earning complete silence from her. âDo you have anything you go by or?â
She thought for a moment before her eyes perked up. She stood, walking toward him and sitting in front of him.
â(Y/n)â she said. Softly. Reaching a hand out to him.
He laughed through his nose, nearly sounding like a scoff. She was really wanting to shake hands?
âEddie.â He returned, cautiously shaking her hand back.
She nodded, looking around the room and back at him.
âOk so one thing, (y/n), if your gonna stay with me, you gotta wash your face off , ightâ itâs just really hard to believe your not gonna rip off my flesh, with that much blood around your mouth. Ok?â
She gave a Kurt nod before bringing her hands up to whip at her face. Eddie quickly realizing she was doing nothing but smearing it around.
âOk. Ok. Stop.â He said, looking around âuhhh. Ah ok.â He grabbed an old rag off a shelf to his side, as soon as he spotted it, and dipped the corner in the lake beside him. He sighed again, throwing precautions to the wind as he motioned to her to approach him. âCome here.â He commanded. She looked worried, eyeing him with slight fear and looking around.
âListen, if I was gonna hurt you I would have already ok? We have an argument right? Donât eat me, I wonât hurt you. Now come here.â He motioned again. Finally receiving a small nod as she crawled the short distance to sit between his legs. She looked up at him, her oversized black eyes, watching his every move.
He reached out, grabbing the side of her face as she tried slightly to pull away before relaxing, he lifted the old rag and began slowly whipping away at the nearly crusted blood against her cheeks and lips.
âYou know, not to be rude, but your eyes are kinda fucking scary.â He joked.
She let a small nervous smile show on her lips.
After she was cleaned up, she moved back again to sit away from him.
Eddie looked around, yawning and rubbing at his eyes.
âOk listen, Iâm gonna sleep over there, you stay out here, and maybe even keep watch if your up for it? Ok?â He asked. She nodded in response.
âGod you donât talk much do you?â Earning a head shake from her.
He sighed getting up and slowly making his way to the small boat. Hunkering down in it.
âOkâŚ. Uh.. Goodnight. Remember our deal ok?â He confirmed, as she nodded again.
At this point he was all but convinced he lost his mind, in no other case would he ever fall asleep with a strange creature girl thing just a few feet away from him, but all sanity had flown out the window for him, as he drifted off to sleep.
His eyes snapped open to the sound of a door opening and voices in the air around him.
What the fuck, wheres the demon girl thing, when you need her? He started to realize they where discussing him, looking for him. Oh god, oh fuck. Shit shit shit, he gripped on to what was around him, fumbling quietly with a bottle that layed beside him. He heard the voices get louder, and the clanking around him filled his head. It all happens so quickly it was like a blur, befor he found himself pinning a man against the wall with the bottle broken in his hands.
He could barley hear as dustin called his name, trying desperately to reason with him.
âHe wonât. Hurt you. Eddie.â Dustin repeated.
âWhy are you here?!â Eddie spat out.
âWeâre looking for you.â Dustin replied, his hands up in caution as he approached him.
After several pleas Eddie finally released the man in his grip, moving backwards and slumping down against a wall.
âWe. Just. Want. To talk.â Dustin stated reaching for the bottle in Eddieâs hands as he jerked back in fear.
âOkâŚ.Hey hey⌠itâs OkâŚ. We just wanna talk.â Dustin repeated. Until Eddie finally released his grip on the glass.
His cheeks bloomed with tears as the images came flooding back to his head.
He finally began to explain the details of the night before, barley able to shake the words from his tongue as fear laced into his eyes.
âYou all think Iâm crazy right?â
âNo. We donât think your crazy at a-â
âDonât bullshit me man! I know how this sounds.â
âWeâre not bullshitting you.â
âWe believe you.â
âLook-â Dustin started before the sound of scraping metal sent everyoneâs eyes scattered around.
Eddie turned his head at the familiar sound, shifting around before he caught site of her. threw the corner of his vision, she began crawling down the side of the wall behind them. Slamming her self on the ground before running on all fours and leaping straight for Dustin. Robin and navy jumping away in terror.
Shit. He thought. It wasnât a dream.
Eddie stood up quickly eyes wide.
Steve grabbed the ore beside him wielding it, as (y/n) crashed down on top of Dustin, pinning him to the floor, her sharp teeth showing as she screeched at the boy underneath her. Dustin screamed in fear, the rest of the group yelling curses and scrambling to find items to fight with.
Steve held up his ore lifting it above him.
âWAIT! WAIT WAIT!!â Eddie yelled.
Steve stopped, breath jagged and fearful.
Dustin crying beneath the creature.
â(Y/n).â He spoke softly. Looking at her, claws embedded in Dustinâs chest.
â(Y\n) itâs ok. Theyâre with me. Ok? Understand.â He reached out, as she looked up at him. Growling, as whatever animals blood she had been eating dripped from her chin.
Steveâs fear got the best of him as he slammed the ore down on her back, causing a loud shriek to cascade from her mouth, as she turned and lunged at the man.
âFuck! (Y/n) no no no!â Eddie ran around Dustin, grabbing onto her torso as her mouth nearly missed the side of Steveâs arm.
Eddie pulled her back holding her in his grip.
âDude! I said wait!â Eddie yelled.
âWait?! What is that thing! It couldâve have killed Dustin!â Steve screamed back.
(Y/n) struggled in Eddieâs grip, snarling up at the group.
âShe wouldnât have! Ok!â Eddie yelled back. Tightening his arm around her.
â(Y/n).â He stated â(y/n) calm down ok? Listen.â He breathed slowly, backing up with her. âPart of our argument included my friends ok?. Itâs fine. Theyâre not gonna hurt you.â He looked at the ore beside Steve, sighing.
âWell not anymore, ok it was an accident. Just. Just calm down ok?â He talked quietly, as the others watched in worry.
She began to slow her protests in his arms, settling herself and looking up at him.
âFriends?â She asked.
âYes. Yes friends ok? Not a threat. Now calm.â He demanded.
She slowly retracted her teeth, closing her mouth and breathing deeply as her eyes returned to almost normal.
âThere you go⌠good girl.â He stated, feeling almost stupid treating her like some sort of animal. But I mean⌠she wasnât really all that human either.
Dustin scrambled to his feat, fear and confusion in his wide eyes.
âEddie what the fuck! Is that thing?â He asked.
âOk.. ok I know how this looks. But SHE, is just uhâŚ. A friend I made.. while in hiding. Ok?â He answered.
âA friend?!â Max yelled.
âYes! Ok. Sheâs uhâŚ. I donât actually know. But she wonât hurt you ok. Sheâs just scared, and probably thought I was in trouble.â He stated.
âYeah⌠yeah right ok. Weâve, defiantly dealt with weirder.â Robin said.
âShe wouldnât have attacked, this guy.â Eddie pointed at Steve. âIf he would have just put the ore down.â
âHey! Like I said! I was scared for Dustin!â Steve answered.
âWeâll all it did was hurt her and make her mad! Next time just let me handle it!â Eddie still had a light grip around her as she watched around the room.
âOk! Ok. Eddie, who the hell is this? Youâve never mentioned her before.â Dustin asked.
âWell uhâŚâ Eddie shifted his eyes. âI kinda just like⌠found her the other day⌠but itâs fine ok⌠sheâs fine.â
âYou just met her! And you trust she wonât fucking tear us apart!â Steve yelled.
âListen! I know how it seems ok. But trust me. Sheâs fine. We have an agreement.â
âAn agreement?!â Nancy questioned.
âYes! An agreement! Right (y/n)? I donât hurt you, you donât hurt me. Ya?â He looked down at her as she nodded slowly.
âYes.â She stated.
Eddie finally dropped the arm he had wrapped around (y/n), so she could stand up properly.
âOk⌠so now that everyoneâs done yelling!â Eddie shouted.
â(Y/n) this is Dustin, and red and their friends.â Eddie motioned.
She slowly walked over to Dustin, his demeanor tensing.
âDustin.â She said extending a hand to him.
He flinched at her, looking down at the hand before cautiously extending his own.
âUh. Yes.â He replied shaking it quickly before retracting himself, eyes wide looking at the blood still smeared on her face.
âShe literally still has blood on her face Eddie.â Max questioned, causing Eddie to grimace.
âOh right.â He said. âLook I promise itâs not human, she like⌠uh eats animals or somthing⌠(y/n) come here.â He commanded causing her to walk over to him quickly, as he used to corner of his sleeve to start whipping away at her mouth.
The group watched in complete confusion.
âIâm sorry⌠she eats animals?! Like⌠live ones?! Like she catches them?!â Nancy questioned.
âI mean⌠like technically we do to right?â Eddie quirked a brow causing Dustinâs face to drop.
âDude she just comes when you call her?â He asked completely changing the subject.
âUhhh yeah kinda I-â Eddieâs started.
âLike a pet?â Steve questioned.
âNo. No man, not like that she just-â eddie tried again.
âLike an attack dog.â Dustin stated, eyes wide in awe.
âDude no. Listen. She just, trusts me I donât know.â He finally said.
âHow do you know? I mean didnât you just meet her?â Robyn asked.
âI - I just do! I mean it seems like it ok?â
Eddie argued with the group as (y/n) stood shifting her eyes to each of them.
âSo what are you just gonna keep her around? Let her follow you?â Nancy asked from across the room, eyeing Eddie.
âUhh.. I mean. Sheâs not hurting anyone.â
âShe could!â Steve interjected.
âShe wonât!â Eddie shouted back.
âI mean the least we could do is get her some new clothes and clean her up? She looks like she crawled out of a sewer.â Max mentioned,
âOk fine, fine, Eddie just makes sure she doesnât hurt anyone ok?â Dustin stated, putting a hand on Eddieâs shoulder. Eddie looked at him and back over to the dirty quite girl looking around in confusion.
âShe wonât. I know she wonât .â He replied quietly, glancing over at her with a small smile.
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Milestone || Bucky Barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
summary: a journey through some of the biggest milestones in yours and buckyâs relationship from the day you first met to sharing a home of your own
a/n: in this weâre gonna pretend that bucky didnât get dusted! also reader has powers similar to those of wandaâs. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!
word count: 3.4k
warnings: none, fluff
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The First Time You Met
Running down the hallway of the airport, you watched as Peter was swept off of his feet and into the air by none other than Falcon, leaving the man you recognized as the Winter Soldier in your midst. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you stopped short, you threw your arms into the air, stopping the man from moving.
Snapping his attention towards you, he furrowed his eyebrows and you could feel him fighting against your magic. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried your hardest to keep him contained but with only so much experience, he broke through it in a minute, coming for you straight after.
âShit.â You cursed to yourself, watching as he strode over to you.
Clasping your hands together before pulling them apart, you created a baton of sorts in just enough time to hold it in front of yourself as Bucky cornered you into a wall. Pushing him back with the beam, you grunted, trying your hardest to keep the magic from dying out.
âYouâre not very good at this.â He commented, attempting to pull the magical beam from your hands.
âIâm...â You grunted. â.... new.â
Using all of your force, you shoved him back. Taking the first opportunity you saw, you began shooting blasts of magic at him while he stumbled backwards. Attempting to dodge the blasts, he moved forward, putting his hands in the air.
âLook,â He said. âI donât want to hurt you.â
Watching as he stumbled backwards, closer to a ledge, you halted the blasts, tilting your head sideways.
âLucky me.â
As soon as the words fell from your mouth, you used the rest of your force, swinging your arms backwards and then pushing forward to shove him through the railing and over the edge, his eyes wide as he fell backwards. When he fell, he took the Falcon with him.Â
Glancing up above, you saw Peter, shooting a web to hold the two men to the ground. Feeling the energy in your palms, you floated down to the floor they were held to, standing above them.
âLook guys, I would love to keep this up but Iâve only got one job here today and Iâve gotta impress Mr. Stark, so Iâm really sorry-â You watched as the drone took Peterâs web and pulled him through the window cutting him short, Peter screaming as it did.
Turning back to the men, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.
âDonât worry about the drone thing,â You said. âI know when to see myself out.â
Turning to make your way towards the exit of the airport, you heard Bucky call from behind you.
âHey!â He shouted. âWho are you?â
Bucky didnât know why he was asking. He could barely even remember facts about himself, never mind keep track of every super human person he came across, but there was something nagging in his mind, begging him to learn more.
Glancing over your shoulder, looking at the Winter Soldier one last time, you smirked.
âY/n.â
And with that you left the airport.
First Touch
The hatch to the ship opening, you stumbled down the steps, gripping Nebulaâs arm to keep your balance. As Steve took hold of Tony, Pepper rushing to his side, you looked up to find the familiar face of Rhodey making his way towards you.
âI chose the wrong day to go see who Dr. Strange was.â You chuckled somberly, trying to make light of the situation.
Grabbing your arm to steady you as you slowly walked down the steps, Rhodey shook his head.
âThe fight wasn't much better back here.â He said. âAt least we had oxygen though. Youâre not looking so good, kid.â
Too afraid to have looked at your deteriorating reflection the past three weeks, you knew he was being too kind.
It had been nearly three weeks since Thanos snapped away a half of the universeâs population, leaving you, Tony and Nebula stranded in space. You had run out of fuel weeks ago and had nearly lost hope of ever returning home as the oxygen supply began dwindling until Captain Marvel had found your ship and brought you all safely back to the Avengers Compound.
Despite being back, three weeks in space had left you exhausted, starving and dehydrated- just to name a few.
Biting back the dizziness you felt, you sighed.
âIâm- Iâm fine, Rhodes.â You said, beginning to feel lightheaded. âItâs nothing-â
Missing your footing on the step, you tripped, losing your balance from Rhodey, about to hit the ground until you felt an arm wrap around your torso and the cool touch of metal grasp your hand. Looking up, you were met with the familiar face of the man you had fought two years ago at the airport in Germany, his hair cut shorter since the last time you had seen him, but recognizable nonetheless.
âBucky Barnes?â You asked, standing up straighter with his assistance.
âY/n.â He replied, shooting you a gentle smile.
Although you had what many would consider super-human abilities with your magic, due to being discovered after the civil war between the Avengers that had effectively split up the group- you weren't used to being recognized. Hearing your name fall from his lips felt somewhat gratifying.
âYou remember my name?â You asked in disbelief
âHard to forget the name of the woman who kicked my ass.â Bucky chuckled, helping you walk towards the doors of the Compound. âDoesn't happen often.â
For the first time in weeks you allowed yourself to smile as you gazed up at the man holding you steady, making sure you didnât fall. When his blue eyes met yours, you adverted your gaze, turning your attention towards Natasha who wheeled a wheelchair through the doors of the Compound and towards the two of you.
Moving his flesh hand to rest on your lower back, his vibranium one still in yours, he helped you slowly ease into the chair. When you sat back in the chair, resting your feet on the footrests, you looked up at the super soldier and smiled.
âNot looking for a rematch are you?â You asked, slipping your hand out of his and resting it on your abdomen. ââCause I think Iâm gonna need a raincheck.â
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he laughed shaking his head.
âNo, I think Iâm done with fighting.â He said.
Feeling Natasha pulling back on the wheelchair, about to spin your chair around and towards the doors, you threw him one last smile.
âThat makes two of us.â
Just when Bucky was about to turn around and walk away as Nat wheeled you through the doors, the chair stopped and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder.
âAnd Sarge?â You called.
âYeah?â
âI like the new arm.â
For the first time in decades, Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks as he watched you tiredly speak to Natasha until you left his line of sight.
First Kiss
It had taken you nearly a month to recover from your time in space since returning back to Earth. Although you understood that there wasnât much to be done since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, you still felt guilty taking up space in the Compound when all you would do was lay in bed, attached to an IV.Â
The one thing that made your time on bedrest a little more bearable was none other than Bucky Barnes.
Throughout your stay in bed he had consistently visited you. Though at first he was a bit shy, you had proven to be someone he could trust- assuring him that he could never be a bother to you and that you genuinely enjoyed having his company- maybe a bit too much, but you would never tell him that.
Bucky himself was surprised that he had put himself so out there with you after living such a solitary life for nearly the past 80 years, but there was just something about you that drew him to you time and time again. He couldnât pinpoint it- whether it was your kindness, humor or intelligence- he found both joy and peace in your presence- something he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in.
So, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him that you didnât want to see him, he had visited you while you got better in bed, taking care of you in the littlest of ways until he watched the dark circles under your eyes fade away and your ability to walk without his assistance return.
Finally feeling somewhat better, you had insisted to bucky that you were ready to train again and no matter how many times he tried to convince you that you werenât, he could never say no once you squeezed his hand and pouted up at him.
He was regretting not saying no to you as he now stood across from you in the training room.
âY/n, I really donât think this is a good idea.â He said, watching you sway in your spot despite your feet being planted to the mat.
âCâmon Barnes,â You taunted, raising your hands. âYou scared?â
Just as he was about to open his mouth again, you shot a blast of magic towards him, Bucky dodging it just as it whooshed past his head.
âI wasnât even ready!â Bucky exclaimed.
Shrugging your shoulders you formed another beam made of magic, holding either ends of it with your hands as Bucky came towards you.
Trying to plant your feet to the ground, feeling another hit of dizziness wash over you, you pushed him back with the beam, but before you could do anything more, his leg swept under yours, making you lose your balance.Â
Before you fell to the ground, however, the magic in your hands diminished as you gripped your hands into Buckyâs shirt bringing him down with you.
Flipping over before you fell, you landed on top of the super soldier, your hands planted firmly on his chest. With his hands above his head that was inches away from yours, you both stared at each other- you finally noticing just how much you liked the scruff that coated his jawline and him admiring the color of your eyes and how he swore he could lose himself in them if only he had the chance.
Opening your mouth, you felt the thumping of Buckyâs heart against your fingertips that were resting on his chest as he gazed up at you.
âYour heart is beating really fast.â You whispered, out of breath despite you barely having trained.
âYeah, it does that when I see you.â
You could barely believe what you were hearing until you felt Buckyâs hands come up and cup your face, glancing down at your lips before back to your eyes, asking wordlessly for your approval.Â
Unable to form a coherent sentence, you eagerly nodded back at him.
Before you could even process it, you felt Buckyâs lips meeting yours as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands moving from cupping your face to wrapping around your body, pulling you tight against him. All you could remember thinking was that despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft and you could lose yourself in the comfort of having his arms around you all day if he let you.
Pulling away first, a beaming smile spread across Buckyâs face as he rubbed circles against your back.
âIf you wanted to kiss me so bad,â He teased. âYou couldâve just asked.â
First âI Love Youâ
Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, your legs swinging in the air, you offered the bag of popcorn in your hand to your boyfriend who was sat beside you. Taking his eyes off of the view in front of him, he grabbed a fistful of the salty treat from the bag, popping it in his mouth.
âDid you have stuff like this back in the olden times?â You asked, laying your head on his shoulder.
âWhat?â He asked despite his mouth being full. âYou mean fireworks? How old do you think I am?â
Laughing at how he mocked offense over your question, you sat up straight, pecking his cheek.
âOne hundred doesnât sound much better, babe.â
Rolling his eyes, knowing that you loved him anyway, he brushed off the remaining salt from his fingertips, wrapping his vibranium arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.
Just as he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, he jumped in his spot as he heard the loud sound of the first firework shooting up into the air over the water before âpoppingâ and bursting into an array of color.
âLook!â You exclaimed, pointing towards the display. âItâs starting!â
Although he took a quick glance at the firework display, his attention was purely focused on you. He couldnât help but admire the way the colorful lights reflected on your skin or how you had a hint of an open smile on your face watching as the fireworks burst midair. No show could compare to looking at you.
He couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he admired your beauty- even when you were still in your suit from watching over the parade with him earlier that evening. He was convinced there wasnât a single thing about you that he wasnât completely enamored with and you only gave him more reasons to love you every single day.
Before he even realized what he was saying, admiring you in complete bliss and utter awe, the words slipped out of his mouth.
âI love you.â
He thought you wouldnât be able to hear, the sound of another firework popping ringing in his ear, but when you turned towards him, your eyes wide and mouth agape, he knew you had.
âDid you just say that you love me?â You asked, fireworks continuing to burst behind you.
Not one to lie- especially not to you- he nodded his head.
âYeah.â
A smile beginning to form on your face, you grabbed the strap on his jacket, pulling him closer to you.
âI love you too.â
Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, the sound of the finale of the display ringing behind you as the fireworks burst one after another in air, every color imaginable washing over your joined figures sitting on the edge of the rooftop on that cool summer night, almost as if it were taking the feeling shared between the two of you and bringing it to life for the world to see.
First Home
âOkay!â You nodded, pointing to the corner of your living room. âThat one can go over there. Thank you so much for your help, Steve.â
âI helped Buck move into his first apartment, Y/n.â Steve said wiping his hands on his pants. âI wouldnât miss stuff like this for anything.â
Smiling at Steveâs comment, you felt Buckyâs vibranium hand land on your lower back, pulling you closer. Leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arm around him in return, staring up at your boyfriend.
âYeah and the first time he was about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.â Bucky chuckled. âThis is easy for him.â
Watching Natasha set down the last box on top of a pile of the others in the kitchen, you excused yourself from your boyfriend and his best friend, making your way into the other room.
When you had left the two of themâs earshot, Bucky watching as you left, Steve rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it gently.
âYou know,â Steve said. âIâm happy for you, Buck. I think this is gonna be good for you.â
Bucky couldnât help but smile at his friendâs comment- despite how cheesy it was- because he knew it was true.
When Buckyâs memory had finally been cleared, a part of him had always feared that even though he had been given a new chance at life, he would never have a normal one. Although he knew ânormalâ was a strong term for the life you two shared together given that he was a century old super soldier and you had magical abilities- you had given him a chance at a peaceful life full of love and contentment which was all he could ever dream of asking for.Â
The idea of finding love and having a family was something that he worried was left eighty years in the past, but you proved to him that life didnât end for him when he fell from that train- if anything it brought him the beginning he had always hoped for.
âSure you wonât miss me too bad, pal?â Bucky asked.
Taking his hand back from Buckyâs shoulder, Steve laughed shoving his hand in his pockets.
âNo, I think Iâm used to it by now.â Steve chuckled. âItâs just like you to be able to find a woman with shared life experience even when half the world disappears.â
Shaking his head at his friendâs joke, he shoved him playfully.
âCâmon, yaâknow this is different.â Bucky said. âI think this is the last one for me.â
Without missing a beat, Steve smiled.
âI know.â
Hearing the sound of you and Natashaâs footsteps stepping back into the room, Bucky kept his mouth shut, feeling your hand run over his shoulder as you stood beside him.
âDonât forget about me now that you have your own place, okay Y/n?â Nat said crossing her arms.
âDonât worry.â You told her. âIâll come visit every day.â
âWell, not every day-â Bucky interjected.
âNo. I meant what I said. Every day, Nat. Youâll wish you never said anything.â
Once the laughter that had erupted in the room settled, Steve and Nat said their goodbyes to you and your boyfriend, you both waving them off as you shut the door behind them. When the door was shut and you and Bucky were left in your new apartment alone together, you rushed over to your bag by the door, pulling a neatly wrapped gift out of it.
âWhatâs this?â Bucky asked as you handed him the present.
âJust a little housewarming gift.â You smiled.
Gazing at your smiling face, a smile finding its way onto his, he looked down at the present in his hands, carefully tearing the paper off of the gift to reveal a framed photo of the two of you.
A framed photo of the two of you fighting in an airport three years ago on the day you first met.
âSo, Tony had put a camera in Peterâs suit back before we went and fought you guys.â You explained. âAnd I thought it had to be gone since Peter was... you know... but it turned out that Tony still had the footage so I was able to find some from that day at the airport and in it there was this quick little shot of us fighting and I just had to have it, Buck.â
Flipping the frame around at you, he raised his eyebrows.
âA photo of us fighting?â
âYes!â You told him. âDo you like it?â
Despite the fact that it was a photo of the two of you fighting- a fight that he had gotten his ass kicked in no less- he loved it more than anything else you could have possibly given him because it was the day he met you. It was the day his life changed and he didnât even know it in the moment.
Although your story was far from ânormalâ it was your story and thatâs what mattered the most to him.
âI love it, doll.â He said, pulling you into his embrace. âThis is a crazy story to tell our kids though, huh?â
âAll of them are.â You laughed into his chest. âBut I wouldn't have it any other way, Buck. I love you.â
Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a photograph of the day your story first began in his hand, he smiled.
âI love you too.â
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a nurses job
â Bakugou breaks his arms and as a nurse, you have the responsibility to make sure that he is comfortable, even when he needs to use the bathroom.
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pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x nurse fem!reader
warnings: smut, 18+, prohero!bakugou, golden showers/water sports/piss kink, degradation (giving), dirty talk, lusting/pining, handjobs
word count: 5,050
a/n: so, I was going to make this a piss in ur mouth and pussy type of fic, but I kept seeing all those beautiful bakugou piss arts where heâs with a nurse.... so this is inspired and brought upon by all the water sports bakugou x nurse art ive seen for three months.
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Youâre not quite sure what persuaded you into wanting to become a nurse as a child.
Maybe it was because your quirk (when you hum at an A flat, everyone within 5 meters experiences accelerated healing properties) was useless for Pro Hero work, so you realized early on that being a Pro Hero was a distant dream. Maybe it was because medical staff were still hailed as everyday heroes despite being in a world with people who could perform extraordinary achievements. It started as a small obsession to prove to the soon to be jobless, dream broken, and graduated failures of the hero course high schools that you had done more than them. That you, unlike them, were recognized as a hero.Â
You were decent with math and science, so you strove for medical school. But with the horrendous costs of schooling, your then living situation, and your dislike of unneeded and unwanted competitive stress, you deterred toward the nursing pathway. It was a pathway where you really found yourself, or at least, you thought so.
Empathy, emotion, and the need to see people come out of a hospital better than when they entered was something that grew on you quickly and obviously. Your earliest clinical rounds often left you with swollen, tired feet from walking around for restless hours, but with a smile on your face that was irreplicable. With every semester in school, you got better, connected better with your patients. Your feet still ache after long shifts, and sometimes your smile is hollow and broken, and if you look closely, you could see dried tears and puffy eyelids, but you wouldnât ever regret this decision to become a nurse.
At twenty-five, newly graduated from nursing school, already working full time at the best hospital in Japan, while studying for your degree to eventually become a nurse practitioner. You loved your job quite a lot. They had placed you immediately within their Post-OP, ICU, and recovery wings, and even though you were somewhat new, you were celebrating a year of working in a few weeks, you already had some⌠more than familiar faces.
âWell, Ground Zero-san, I guess you owe me a drink because unless my eyes are deceiving me, it looks like both your arms are broken, no?â you hum, your grin bright and wide, not even attempting to hide itâs glee as your high profile patient sat seething on the hospital bed. âItâs been, what? Two weeks since you last showed up here? You getting old?â
âOh, would you shut the fuck up, you shitty ass nurse?!â Bakugou snarled, his arms obviously trying to tense and move against the large casts that envelope him. âThe fuck would you expect to happen when facing off with a quirk thatâs specifically meant to break peopleâs arms?!â
âDeku didnât break any arms,â you point out with a soft laugh, eyes still scanning and reading through his charts to check his medical needs and medicine prescribed by the attending and when he should be taking them. âA bit weird that only half of the Wonder Duo was indescribably injured, no?â
A loud snarl ripped from Bakugouâs throat, and you stifled your own laughter as you raised your eyesight to look him straight in his raging eyes.
âI took that damn nerds hits because heâs broken his arms so many fucking times heâll be forced to amputate them if he breaks them again!â Bakugouâs eyes were near white in his anger, but the intensity of his emotions was heavily diminished by the fact that his arms were strapped to his chest in thick, round bandages.
âYou can admit you care for him,â you chide, ignoring his âlike hell I do!â Placing the chart down and walking to his IV drip, you checked to see if anything he was hooked to required any changes or whatnot. âBesides, this is not the first time Iâve seen you in here! It was quite surprising to see Ground Zero on bedrest on my first ever shift here.â
That much was true.
You had been working at Tokyo Hospital for nearly nine months now. Within the nine months, you saw a lot of heroes; that much was true. Your quirk was versatile as a nurse, and you were bright, young, very good at your job, and definitely a beautiful individual. So, when you were assigned to be working most of your days healing heroes because they were the backbone of the country, it didnât quite catch you by surprise. It was a common assignment you had as a nursing student too.
You just didnât expect the head nurse of the floor to assign one of your five rooms to be holding none other than Ground Zero, a.k.a Bakugou Katsuki.
Of course, you werenât an idiot. You had known about the explosion hero since high school! You had sat in front of your TV in high school, attempting to do your homework while watching the rather intensive first-year battles. He had done well in every stage, placing within the top three each time and even winning the game! You had cringed at the awards ceremony but had been horrified at the news of his kidnapping.Â
But after that, with the rising tensions of the villain world upon the dying world left behind by All Might, you had forgotten him for a moment. As time went on, and finally, a new support system was brought forth, Ground Zero, much like his quirk entailed, exploded onto the scene alongside Deku and a few other young heroes.
So, sure, you expected to maybe one day run into the ash-blond hero, but you didnât expect it to happen on day one.
All things considered, the two of you got along rather well.
His... strong personality did make you wary of him at first, taking his near verbal barrage until you, very flusteredly he will argue, told him to âshut up, you butthole!â
You were horrified at your lack of professionalism, and Bakugou had gone silent as he stared at you in silence.
âDid you just call me a butthole?â he echoed, his face full of emotions you could not read. You felt on the verge of panicking, unsure if he was going to potentially tell on you! The sounds of a barking laughter rang in your ear, and you looked up to see his grinning, much more relaxed form. âAre you some shitty preschooler?!â
Thus began a working relationship of sorts between you and Bakugou.
He was an asshole, and you tried your best to not let him talk you off a cliff. It didnât take very long for you to find out what made him tick surprisingly enough, and you used that to your advantage. The best way to tease him right now was by reminding him that he had been hospitalized more times than Deku, who apparently had held the record for the number of hospitalizations between him and his friends.
âAre you going to mention that shit first meeting every time we talk?!â Bakugou barked, his eyes narrowed as he turned his head away from you.
âAfter you admit you care deeply for all your friends!â you chirp back, stepping away from his IV drip, satisfied by what you saw. âWell, you look good for now. Iâll be checking up on you every ten to fifteen minutes since you canât press the button until we can get those casts off! Did ya need anything before I go check on my other patients?â
âOpen the damn window; itâs stuffy in here,â Bakugou grumbled, his face finally facing you again.Â
âOf course,â you smile cheekily, your eyes squinting with your broad grin. âItâs a nurse's job to make their patients comfortable and happy!â
Standing at the side of the bed, you stretched over Bakugou to grab the edge of the window and slide it open. Through your stance, you were entirely aware of how this looked, how this felt. Your breasts centimeters from Bakugouâs face, your eyes never once breaking from the window to feign your innocence as you finally pull away. Even with scrubs on, you could feel his hot, sharp breathes expelling through your clothes, his ears tinging just the smallest bit red as you smile.
âAnything else?â you asked sweetly, failing to hide your impish grin.
âPut the water cup close by,â he grunted, eyes staring at the liter of water at his side table. Well, he wouldnât be able to use his arms until just before he was set to be discharged, so moving the water closer was a good idea.
Nodding, you grabbed a nearby cup, filling it three-quarters of a way full before placing it onto the feeding table and dragging it near his mouth, a bendy straw already secured into the cup. You watched as he shot forward, putting the plastic straw into his mouth and beginning to drink the cold water. His eyes were back on yours, deceivingly cold had you already not been an expert on his personality.
With one final soft chuckle, you waved at Bakugou as you headed out, a cheerful smile on your face as he continued to drink his water.
âSee ya in a few!â
Well, you guess there was one more important detail about your relationship with Bakugou Katsuki. For the past five months, you have been doing everything in your power to seduce him â to get him to admit that he wanted you too.
You knew the ethics and the morals behind falling for a patient of yours, much less a high profile patient at that. You knew that if your little crush was ever found out, you would most definitely be moved from his room. You were also damningly aware that you should have brought up your initial feelings for the explosion hero to your admin the moment it arose. But the thought and the way you were always so happy to be around him eventually overruled your logic. Five months ago, you had stayed at the hospital until nearly three am, talking with a severely concussed Bakugou. You were stationed for an overnight round with the task of making sure that he didnât fall asleep. And for the first time in your time knowing Bakugou, the two of you somehow clicked into place, and when he was discharged the next morning â the nurse who had a quirk to rid of concussions finally arriving â he had thanked you.
It was so benign, so incredibly simple, yet the way the golden sunshine illuminated his blond hair and made his red eyes shine like a ruby, you found your own tired body feeling heated and warm. He wasnât such a lousy conversationalist, and you had already enjoyed all your interactions together, yet it still caught you off guard to feel your heart pounding in your throat as he pulled on his jacket and left.
So after coming to terms with your sudden infatuation for the stubborn hero, you began to express your desires and feelings for him without having to say it. For all that he was worth and all that he expressed himself to be extremely observant, Bakugou Katsuki still had no idea that you liked him.
Unfortunately, your scrub nurse uniform wasnât precisely seductive. The light blue of the breathable, sterile uniform was about as unsexy as uniforms got. But that never stopped you from leaning in too close when doing what Bakugou demanded of you. It didnât prevent you from accidentally dropping papers in front of him and bending over to show off the curves of your ass.
There had never been a time such as this one where you hated that the old, âsexyâ nurse outfits were no longer up to standard and banned from use. How you would have loved to be wearing gartered held stockings just to accidentally flash to Bakugou. But, you suppose that itâs alright. Even though your feelings and ambitions to get the Pro Hero to like you as much as you did him, you never tried to push it.
For now, you were just an asshole tease.
You carried out the rest of your rounds in peace, your pager sitting comfortably in your pocket, unused, unneeded for now. The rest of your four patients were doing well for now.
One was asleep, most likely due to the medicine coursing through his veins, but his vitals remained unchanged.
Another was in the process of getting ready to be discharged, her family there to help her in leaving.
The third was eating his dinner, eyes concentrated on a poker game on the TV as he asked you to help fluff his pillow.
The last was busy with a physical therapist, her forehead slick with sweat as she attempted to sit up from her chair.
All in all, they were all doing fine, and you were back to the beginning, back to Bakugouâs room.
You entered his closed room door to be greeted by an empty bed. Your eyes widened immediately, the initial wave of pure horror flashing through you that by some freak accident, some murderous villain had kidnapped the injured hero straight from the hospital bed.Â
âGround Zero-san?!â you called out, a pitched voice of concern frilling your voice as you stumbled through the room. Your eyes were frantically searching the room, fingers feeling the lingering warmth of his body on the bed and your eyes noticing the empty water cup on his table still. The sheets of his bed haphazardly thrown off as if in a struggle.
Your fingers wound around the panic button, your ears straining to hear any sort of sign of Bakugou still being here.
A gritted teeth snarl was muffled from the attached bathroom, and you froze, unable to move as you felt the untouched button in your hands turn as light as a feather. You approached the bathroom door with soft footsteps, the smile on your face, unable to be stopped as you pulled the door open.
The sight you happened upon was something that made your lips curl into a wider smirk as the hospital clothed-clad hero absolutely struggled with his lack of functioning hands and arms to pull down his pants. Something he couldnât do himself because the socks and slippers on his feet kept him from even attempting to tug his pants off with his toes.
In his struggle, undoubtedly miserable attempt to get his pants and underwear off his waist, Bakugou seemed ignorant to your arrival. His back still towards you, his head tilted down in his struggle as he twisted and pulled at practically nothing.
And as you watched him struggle, you couldnât help but let your eyes drink in his form that stood tall before you. Most occurrences where you found yourself face to face with Bakugou, he was always tucked in a bed (except that time you realized your feeling for him), whether it was because he needed to be or because he was forced to be. So seeing him in his full height, seeing how despite your size, you were still only at his shoulder, made your eyelashes flutter.
He was tall, so deliciously tall, you wanted to climb onto a chair to see if he would be taller even with that added height. And oh how the flimsy material of his hospital outfit was stretched then against the taut muscles of his back. They flexed and shifted with his aggravation, and the only thought on your mind was to rake your fingers against the tempting muscle and skin.
âShitty. fucking. villain!â he hissed angrily, sweat trickling down the back of his neck as he still struggled to do what nature called him for.Â
But you couldnât help it; the flexing muscles of his back, the lower tenor of his voice, and the way he seemed ridiculously larger than life at the moment tipped your restraint over. Your ability to hold back crashing through you like a tsunami wave, drowning you until you found your hand tethered to the tight spot at the center of his spine, your hushed words drifting to his ear like sweet, warm honey.
âYou need any help here, Ground Zero-san?â you asked, your voice just loud enough to have your hot breath fanning against his sweaty exposed neck. You could feel him twitch in your hold, his body stiffening as he whipped his head around to look at you, red eyes wild, wide, and dark.
âDonât ya know how to fucking knock?!â he snapped, his body flushed at being caught in the bathroom, unable to shed his clothes. He doesnât move from your touch, and that small detail makes you warm, knowing that he wasnât entirely repulsed by your touch.Â
âYou were missing from your bed, and I called your name,â you smile despite his angry glare. âI know you are susceptible to hear loss, but I thought you were still in the clear.â
âI ainât fucking deaf,â Bakugou growled, his face twisted with a frown. âAnd that still doesnât explain why the hell youâre here!â
âOh, were you not just completely struggling earlier?â you feign shock, the grin on your face unstoppable at the embarrassed scowl that sets on his face. You step even closer to him so that your torso is perpendicular to his side. Your hand still gently touching his muscled back, and your free hand gently pressing to his own abdomen, the feeling of his flexed muscles, making you dizzy as you peer down at the white toilet. âIs there a villain in the toilet? I didnât think that was possible!â
âOf fucking course not, thereâs not a shitty villain in the toilet.â Bakugou flushed, his body entirely trapped by you, but he made no play to escape.
âOh, so did you need help?â
Bakugou stares at you, his mind whirling a kilometer a second as he contemplates his next course of action. The both of you know he needs help, and still, the both of you are aware that his ability to ask of that from you is slim to none given he couldnât even wait for you to return to his room.
âTch,â he clicks his tongue angrily, annoyed, completely fed up. His eyes rolling to the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge you as his head nods once. âHelp me, shitass nurse.â
âOf course!â you chirp, your eyes finding his hooded ones.
You give him one last warm, sweet smile before the hand on his torso lightly drags down his stomach, soft in its unashamed way of feeling him up. Your head tilted as your fingers hooked into the tight waistband of his pants and pulled it down, the heat of your palm accidentally dragging itself over the imprint of his cock behind his boxers.
The slight, flustered choking noise at the back of his throat didnât go ignored by you, but rather but aside for later. Your eyes flashing up to see his red eyes wide, his cheeks so lightly dusted with pink as you managed to pull down his boxers too.Â
âThere!â you exclaim, your eyes closing in your grin before you turn your attention back down to his exposed dick.Â
Immediately, you had to hold back a noise of pure want and lust at the sight of him. He was long, undoubtedly eight inches, definitely more. Although you couldnât tell how thick, you knew his dick would fill your palm without a struggle. The trimmed, dark blond pubes and the protruding veins are what did it for you, your tongue poking out for a millisecond to wet your lips as you stared at his dark pink head.
âStop staring at it!â Bakugou hissed, clearly embarrassed if the slight voice crack said anything about it.Â
You looked back up at him, fake confusion swimming in your eyes as you tilted your head. âItâs only a penis. I see millions of these all the time.â
âYeah, but itâs fucking weird!â
A soft laugh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling softly as you sighed in retreat, âFine, fine, let's pee big boy and get you in bed.â
With your dominant hand, you grabbed his dick with a soft grip, pleasure simmering through you at the confirmation of the thick dick in your palm. But it seemed you werenât the only one who thought that for the moment you tried to steer his dick toward the toilet to assist in aim, Bakugou hissed loudly. His flesh twitching to life in your warm, soft hand as it began to grow upward.
You didnât say anything; your jaw remained as tight and closed as your vocal box despite the egging need to tease him and celebrate his apparent approval of your touch. So, eventually, in a voice that defied the nervous energy coursing through your veins, you asked: âDidnât you need to pee?â
Bakugou let out a throaty, guttural groan, his anger hissing between his teeth as his dick twitched again in your hold, growing longer and harder still.
âI canât take a damn piss with a hard-on, you idiot!â he roared despite the strawberry red blush on his cheeks. You admired the way he was still fighting for control of an upper hand here despite â clearly â not having any.
âOh, haha! Silly me!â you laugh, your hand shifting against his length, your warm palm getting closer to the base of his cock.
âW-What are you doing?!â Bakugou spluttered, your soft butterfly touches sending him through a loop he clearly wasnât expecting. âYou could just wait for it to die!âÂ
âItâs a nurse's job to make their patients comfortable and happy,â you repeat your words, your hold on his dick growing firmer and harder just as his cock continued to do. âYou clearly need to pee, and thereâs no telling when your cock will go down.â
âIâLL MAKE IT GO DOWN!â Bakugou yells, but the usual sharpness to his tone has deflated, diminished to nothing but whining embarrassed yell. You look up at his clenched jaw and how a pretty pink glows on his cheeks, and youâre mesmerized.
Looking back down at his growing cock that warms your hand immensely, you hum, slightly twisting your hand around his length. Bakugou shudders, a whine hidden in his throat as you open your own mouth.
âDo you want me to stop?â you question, your eyes fluttering up to look at his clouded red ones. âDo you not need or want me?â
That was a double-headed question if Bakugou ever heard one. He looked at your glossy lips, the way they were pouted, so ready to be kissed, to be claimed, and that delirious look of want and need in your eyes. And he knows better; he knows that this is not the place, not the time to act on emotions like this. The need to pee sits heavily on his lower belly, just like the need to cum makes him twitch and pace uncomfortably. God fucking damn his broken to smithereens arms.
But you already know this, of course, you do. But you also know how stubborn he can be, how anal he can be about the littlest thing. So with no answer, you weaken your grip, making him think that youâre ready to leave, and he falls right into the trap.
âMake it fucking q-quick,â his voice cracks, the embarrassment nearly tangible as you nod your head firmly, your fist tightening around his cock.
Your warm fingers pressed onto his length, beginning at a slow leisurely pace, your eyes glued onto his face, detailing how he reacts to every small flick of your wrist, every little difference of grip in his hands. Your strokes began to grow larger, your fingertips tracing the bulging veins on his cock, your eyes hypnotized by the way his face pinches in his pleasure, the blush on his cheeks, the way the hot pants expelling from his mouth curl warmly in your lower belly.
âY-You do this with all your shitty patients?â Bakugou growls, but it sounds weak, too blurred and slurred with his increasing pleasure.
Your fingernails drag against the underneath of his cock, tracing the incredibly sensitive skin until heâs slowly thrusting his hips into your fist. âOnly the hot ones,â you tease, your thumb pressing against the tip of his beading tip, the warm pre-cum slick and spreading quickly against his flushed tip.
âYouâre fucking disgusting,â Bakugou continues, his head tipping backward, exposing the slenderness of his neck that begs for your teeth to sink into. âJust needed to take a fucking piss.â
âNervous, youâll pee all over me, and I wonât want to suck your dick?â you ask, your fingers brushing near his scrotum, eyes blazing dangerously at the sight of his gasping, jaw-dropping face. His hips rut forward, leaking cock dripping with his pre-cum, and you giggle softly, fisting him faster, spreading the pre-cum against his heated sex.
Your fingers run against his throbbing length, your palm tight and hot against his cock, the veins you drag across searing against your flesh, ingraining itself onto your skin and memory forever. Despite it all, the obvious near tangible horror Bakugou has on the thought of pissing on you, he continues to fuck into your fist.Â
âDamn bitch like you would probably l-like it if I pissed on you,â Bakugou pants, his casted arms twitching at his chest. His head tilted away from you, but his eyes burning into you, the red eyes hot as fire against your skin. âYou want me to piss on you? Make you my bitch.â
The words burn against your skin, your teeth biting onto your lower lip as you meet his gaze. Youâve never considered it before, never thought youâd be into it. As a nurse, youâve been around piss, shit, and vomit, and while you had grown unfazed by it, you never considered the prospect of a man pissing on you. But you thought of it, of Bakugou standing above you, free from his casts, hands on his cock as he smirks down at you with golden liquid spraying from his cock, soaking you where you lay.Â
You shudder, pleasant chills running down your spine as you stare into his eyes yet again.Â
âAnd if I do?â you ask, fingers rolling the head of his cock between your forefinger and thumb, relishing in the way that he snarls low in his throat. âWhatâre you gonna do about that, Ground Zero-san? You gonna piss all over your bitch after you get out of here.â
âYou want me to piss on you here?â he asks, his voice snappish, strained, his hips drilling harder into your hand that was quickly speeding up. A battle of power and speed between the both of you as he looms over you, face flushed, pink, and lips demanding to be kissed. âWouldnât be surprised if you do.â
âWhyâs that?â you breathe, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, a breath away as your hand grips and tightens even more around the base of his cock, causing a pained-pleasured hiss to rip from behind his teeth as he looks at you.
âDonât act like your shitty ass hasnât been trying to seduce me every time I show up,â Bakugou gruffs, his hips continuing a drilling rhythm into your fist, his body no longer shy or embarrassed.
âSo you noticed but never said anything?â you counter, your fingers shifting over to his swollen, hot balls. You fondle them, tugging at their weight gently, taking in the way his eyes roll to the back of his head and the way his teeth tear into his lip. âCoward.â
âHah?! Who the fuckââ
You canât help yourself anymore, your mouth coming to slam against his in a piercing, searing kiss. He moans into the kiss, and you gasp back, tongues clashing together, teeth knocking into each other as awkward, nearing uncomfortable kisses are exchanged. His sweet scent of caramel wafts into your nose, and his grunts and groans are addicting, entirely enthusiastic noises that send your own thighs clenching shut to quiet the heated need in between your thighs.
Your hand increases in its speed, his whines and groans so pretty and piercing into you.Â
âHow fucking gross,â you laugh into his mouth, the slicked heat of his precum lathering your palm until soft noises of your fisting hand begin to fill the sterile bathroom. âYouâre a child, wanting to piss on things that you shouldnât. You came to the bathroom and got a hard-on instead of pissing, Bakugou, arenât you embarrassed.â
âY-Y/l/n,â he hissed, his jaw falling slack against your mouth. His hips are drilling into you faster and faster, the throbbing of his cock, the growing, thick scent of his caramel sweat filling the room and your senses. âF-Fuck!â
âSuch a dirty, childish pro hero,â you smile your tongue curling into his mouth and dragging against the roof of his mouth as he shudders helplessly against you. âCum already, Bakugou, cum and piss over yourself like some small brat.â
He shudders, and you find your mouth leaving his own as you stare down, spurting white ropes of cum pour from his tip, completely covering the toilet seat with his sticky white cum. And you watch as soon as his body collapses onto you, entirely spent from the orgasm, yellow piss streaming from his tip.
The toilet fills with his cum and piss, and you grin once his balls and bladder are completely drained. His cock limp and weak in your hand as you hum, your quirk activating and causing the exhausted Pro Hero to recompose himself so that he wasnât entirely weak against you.Â
âSuch a good patient,â you coo, pulling up Bakugouâs boxers and hospital pants without a second's thought. Patting his butt gently, you watched as his still exhausted red eyes stared at you. You walked over to the sink, washing your hands so that you could continue to finish the rest of your shift.
âDonât think this is over, shitty nurse.â
You look at him over your shoulder, your fingers curling under the warm water as you grin.
âI expect to be fucked and pissed on next time,â you counter, your smirk devastating and sending a fire right back to Bakugouâs groin. âNo freebies anymore.â
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tavern music
synopsis: corpse hears tavern music coming from your room (gn!reader)
warnings: rpf, reader gets cheated on, kind of unrequited feelings, mostly hurt/comfort and physical affection tho (what im trying to say is that this is mostly self indulgent)
wc: 1.7k
a/n: havent written in a while but i found this in my arsenal, fixed it up a bit and viola. original plans for this was definitely something longer that would end with them being together but im not up for writing rn. been feeling really shitty lately and ive been needing something like this in my life. hope u guys like it âĄ
He couldnât hear it at first. His headset was on and everyone was being so loud on the discord call. When he started the stream, he really thought it was gonna be a long one. But heâs only two hours in and heâs ready to get the hell off because something was definitely wrong.
âCorpse?â His name being spoken finally broke him out of his trance, he only hummed in response. âYouâve been really quiet. Are you sure youâre up for another game?â
âActually,â he starts as he closes a few tabs, âI think Iâve gotta go. Today was fun, though. Thanks for having me guys.â
After a chorus of âgoodbyeâs and âsee you laterâs, Corpse disconnected from the discord call. âThank you guys for being here,â he addressed the chat, âsorry Iâm ending so early today. I promise Iâll make it up to you next time. Take care of yourselves. Later.â
After hanging up his headset and getting out of the chair heâs been sitting in for far too long, Corpse made the short trek to your room.Â
You had only been roommates for less than four months, but Corpse could confidently say that you have become one of his closest friends. Getting a roommate was the last resort that he never wanted to actually resort to. But alas, medical bills were piling up and youtube and music donât make half as much money as people think they do. So cutting rent in half was the best plan he could come up with. He did have an extra guest room that no one ever stayed in. Of course having someone move into his personal space was terrifying to him. He didnât just want to post an ad on craigslist or something. So he asked a couple trusted friends to ask a couple trusted friends⌠And thatâs when you came in.
You were the trusted friend of a trusted friend of a trusted friend. When you met, you didnât make a comment about his voice. Your face sure as hell showed your surprise but you didnât say anything. To Corpse, this meant one of two things. You either knew who he was but didnât want to freak him out, or you didnât know about his online persona and were just genuinely shocked by his voice. It only took a few minutes of knowing you to know that it was the latter. Thank god. You were like anyone your age with social media. You had a few accounts, followed a few people, but mostly used it to stay in contact with friends.Â
It only took you guys a week to realize you had way too much in common. After many a late night when he wasnât streaming, and many an early morning when he was just done streaming, you two became inseparable. Nothing could keep you apart.
Except for one thing.
You had a boyfriend.
There was nothing wrong with your boyfriend, per se. Just the fact that he was your boyfriend and Corpse was not.Â
Yeah, Corpse definitely had feelings for you.Â
But right now, feelings didnât matter when he could hear tavern music coming from your room.
He knocked lightly and pushed the door open slowly. ây/n? Can I come in?â
No response came, just sniffles and sobs. The lack of refusal on your part gave him the courage he needed to open the door wider and step into your room. He had only been in your room a couple of times since you had moved in. But he had never been in a room that gave off the feeling of a person so well.
You were curled up on your bed, facing your open laptop screen and the tavern music coming from its speakers. With every sob shaking your chest, Corpse felt his heart break. ây/n,â he murmured softly, âwhatâs wrong?â
âItâs not working.â Came your reply, heavy with tears. âYou said it would make you feel like you're going on an adventure but I still feel like crap.â
âWhat happened?â Corpse asked as he sat down on your bed, facing you. You slowly sat up and crossed your legs at your ankles in front of you.
âHe-â You sighed heavily. âHe cheated on me.â
âWhat?â
âHe cheated on me -has been cheating on me- with my best friend. My little brother found out.â You groaned and dramatically dropped your head onto Corpseâs thigh. His hand immediately came in contact with your cheek as he brushed a few stray tears away.
There was rarely any physical contact between you and Corpse. Sometimes youâd give him a high five, sometimes heâd give you fist bump. And there was that one time you came up behind him at the grocery store and hugged his arm to your chest. You immediately whispered something along the lines of âcreep wonât leave me aloneâ followed by a loud âhey babe!â
Corpse could barely admit to himself how much he liked that.
But this? This felt good. Corpseâs large warm hand on your face somehow made you want to cry more but in a good way. The tenderness with which he held your face made your heart squeeze as it remembered moments like this with your boyf- ex boyfriend. But then it remembered your brotherâs words.
âHey, whatâs up?â You spoke as you answered his call. Your brother wasnât much of a caller, so it made you worry.Â
âHey, where are you right now?â
âIâm home, why?â
ây/n⌠Thereâs something I gotta tell you.â He sighed and you could clearly hear the guilt.
âDid you break my DS!â It was your first thought as you had given it to him the last time you had seen him. âDude! Iâve had that since I was seven!â
âNo no, I called about something else.â He cut you off mid-whine. âBut also I did lose the pen.â You huffed out a sigh of frustration but stayed silent so he could tell you what he wanted to tell you. âI saw your boyfriend at the park today.â
You furrowed your eyebrows. âAnd?â How did this warrant a phone call?Â
âHe was with Bob.âÂ
When you had met your best friend, your brother was only a toddler. He had decided that her name was Bob, so it stuck. You always called her Bob, she was saved as Bob in your phone, your whole family called her Bob. But you still didn't understand. Why was he calling you to tell you that your boyfriend and your best friend were at the park?Â
âWhy are you calling me about this? You know that theyâre friends, right?â You let out a chuckle, albeit still pretty confused. âTheyâre allowed to hang out without me.âÂ
âThey werenât hanging out.â You could hear your brother push out a strained sigh. What wasnât he telling you? âThey were making out on the swing set. As in, both of them on one swing. And I double checked, it was definitely them. I-I told mom and she said not to tell you, but I couldnât not tell you when Iâm the one who saw it!â
You couldnât bring yourself to say a word.
âIâm sorry, y/n.â
There was no lying to yourself, you had doubts about your best friend and your boyfriend. But you constantly brushed it off. He wouldnât hurt you like that. Hell, she couldnât hurt like that. Not after everything you had been through together.Â
But you had seen his call log by accident one time, he called her more than he did you. She face-timed him one time to ask his opinion about a dress she was going to buy while you were in the changing room. She had done a handful of things since your relationship with your boyfriend started that made you uneasy. If this was their first kiss, which was something you doubted, then theyâve both been emotionally attached to the other for far too long.
All those tender intimate moments, all those dates, throughout everything, he wasnât faithful. Not emotionally, at least. None of those moments that you cherished meant anything to you anymore. He had played you. With none other than your best friend since middle school. You didnât know who to be more mad at.
The thoughts of betrayal from someone who you considered a sister and the hurt of being cheated on made you nauseated.
So when the large warm hand on your face stroked your cheek again, you didnât mind it. This was Corpse. Not your cheating boyfriend. Not your lying best friend. Corpse. And you knew that he would never hurt you.
âHeâs been cheating on me for a while I think.â You mumbled against his sweatpants. âMaybe a couple months. I donât know.âÂ
Corpse furrowed his brows in thought. You had told him you were going to visit your boyfriend for your one year anniversary next week. âWerenât you go-â
âYeah.â
âAnd Bobâs been your friend since-â
âYeah.â Your chin wobbled as you answered. You brought your arms up around Corpseâs thigh and hugged it. It was a strange position, but you didnât care. He was so warm and nice and hugging him properly required more movement on your end than you were willing to do.
âOh, sweetheart.â Corpse sighed and reached out to untangle your arms from his leg. He gently pulled you across the few inches of bed between you and sat you in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, immediately sobbing into his shoulder. âDo you want me to turn off the music?â You shook your head no against him and he chuckled before he solemnly sighed. âWhen did you find out?âÂ
âWhen I came home.â
âBut you came home hours ago. Have you been in here this whole time?â You nodded. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âYou were streaming, didnât wanna interrupt.â You shrugged.
ây/n,â he sighed disappointedly, âyouâre my best friend. I can end a stream if you need me.â
âOkay.â Your voice, broken and weak and tired, made him feel so guilty. You had been crying your heart out for over two hours just down the hall from where he was.
He gently grabbed you by your hips and tried to push you away, but you only held on tighter and whimpered. âI just wanna get you some water.â
âI donât want water.â
âThen what do you want?â
âYou.â You whispered. âPlease stay.âÂ
Fuck. How could he say no to that?
So he stayed.
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Canât Lose Him
Evan Buckley x ReaderÂ
Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of hospitals and injuries, minimal swearing, mentions of pregnancy and Chimâs accident, big brother!Chim
Prompts: #8: âyou promised me you wouldn't be reckless! You promised me!â #9: âDoes he know about the baby?âÂ
Category: mix of angst and fluff
Word Count: 2.4k
Authorâs Note: I loved writing this so thank you for requesting! :)Â
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Pacing the room, Hen reached out for your hand. âCâmon, your feet must hurt. Sit downâ you sighed, once again you were in a hospital waiting room in the middle of the night with the team and Maddie because Buckâs idiotic self got himself hurt again.Â
âIâm okay Hen, thank youâ you gave her a slight smile. Bobby was talking to the doctors because you couldn't bring yourself to hear what heâs done this time. Bobby returned, Athena by his side now. âOh honey,â she pulled you into a hug, you could feel yourself melting into her arms, she sat with you and her arm wrapped around your shoulder. Bobby sat to the other side of you.Â
âThe doctor said that the pressure of the block cracked a rib, which then punctured a lung. He also has a mild concussion but they say it shouldn't be too badâÂ
âIs he out of surgery ?âÂ
âHe is, but heâs in recovery now. It might be a little bit before we get to see himâ Bobby gives your shoulder a squeeze, you nodded.
Taking a look around the waiting room, Chim held Maddie as she slept with her head on his shoulder. Eddie sat to the other side of them, on the phone with Carla and Christopher. Hen was now talking to Bobby about something.Â
This wasn't an unusual scene but a familiar one. Regardless of what was going on or who it was, the 118 always shows for their own.Â
A rather tall man came into the waiting room. âBuckley ?â he called out, everyone stood, the doctor seemed surprised to see so many people at 4 in the morning. Your hand was resting on your stomach, you could feel eyes burning into your side. Looking to the left, Chimâs eyes were fixed on your hand, you nodded in his direction with your brows furrowed. He shook his head, you didnât think much of it.Â
âWe can take one person in if someone would like to go in now? Heâs still asleep but heâs stable as of nowâ your heart sunk at the term âas of nowâ, shaking the feeling, you look over at Maddie.Â
âDo you want to go in first ?âÂ
âYou go ahead, I'll walk with you and then I'll see him after. I might take a lap, my back is killing meâ she gave your hand a squeeze, the two of you followed the doctor to a room down the hall.Â
She came in for a moment to kiss her brotherâs head and then left you alone in the room with him. You sat at his bedside, your hand held onto his. His hand was cold, the monitor was still going and you could hear his heart beating through the deafening silence but it felt strange.Â
Every time you found yourself back here, it felt odd.Â
Buck was a warrior in every sense of the word, he pulled through, always.Â
âOh baby, what did you get yourself intoâ sighing and leaning back into the chair. Once again, your hand comes down to rest on your stomach, the other hand still holding Buckâs. His hand twitched slightly, he was starting to wake up. âDonât move hun,â your hand rested on his chest softly, Buckâs brows furrowed.Â
âWh-who are you?â his head tilted slightly, your heart dropped. The panic started to set in but you knew better than to let him see it.Â
Heâll come around, heâs just woozy from surgery.Â
âWhy are you here?â he asked once again, âI'm-â you started but was cut off by a little chuckle from Buck. âYou ass!â you let out a breath, âgod, you scared meâ
âSorry baby, I didn't mean to scare youâÂ
âYeah? So why am I sitting in a hospital room while youâre all banged upâÂ
âWe could bang if you wantedâ he gave you one of his stupid wicked smiles
âEvan Buckley!â you scolded him, ânow is not the timeâ your hand held onto his arm, your finger tracing over the tattoo on his bicep. âYou really scared me, the whole punctured lung this isn't a cute look BuckâÂ
âReally ? And here I was thinking that I was pulling it offâÂ
Something flipped in you, you went from relief to anger in .2 of a second. âHow could you?â hitting his shoulder, you stood up. âOw! What did I do ? I'm just laying hereâ Buck whined, you know you didn't actually hurt him, he's just being dramatic.Â
âI know itâs your job to run into burning buildings but would it kill you to be safe? You can't fucking save anyone if youâre dead Evan!âÂ
âWoah, calm down first of all, and why are you calling me Evan ?âÂ
âIs that not your frigging name ?!âÂ
You were starting to lose your patience. You loved Buck, any and everyone knew that but you couldn't deal with how stupid he could be sometimes. Heâd run straight into danger to help others but not once would he stop to think of what could possibly happen to him.Â
âWhere is this coming from ?â he asked you, looking at you. He reached for your hand but you pulled away. You find yourself pacing again, trying to calm yourself before you strangle him with his IV line. âWhat do you mean âwhere is this coming from?â you had a giant block of concrete on your chest Buck! If Eddie didn't find you, you'd be dead, you were on the verge of death as it is.âÂ
âYou don-âÂ
âI don't know that ? I know youâre dumb enough to run into a collapsing building, especially after Bobby told you not to go back insideâ you gave him a look, your back up against the wall. Buckâs face went pale, he looked as if he saw a ghost.Â
âWhat? You thought Eddie wouldn't tell me about your little stunt ? You should know better than that.â
âY/n, baby, I didnât think anything would happen to meâÂ
âYou never think Buck, that's the problem! You promised me you wouldn't be reckless! You promised me! but you never listen, you never do. One of these days, you're going to walk in and not walk back out.â storming out of the room, Buck sat on the bed, his mouth hung open and confused as to what brought on the fit of rage you just had.Â
Maddie walks into the room, âwhereâs y/n?â she sits beside him. Buck rubs his forehead, âum- she just went for some airâÂ
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It was around 5:30 in the morning, you sat outside on the hood of Buckâs jeep. You had dropped him off at work and taken the jeep for the day, hence why you had it right now.Â
Peaceful.
Thatâs how youâd describe your surroundings. There was no one in the parking lot, you laid back on the hood as your hand came down to your stomach once again, staring aimlessly up into the sky. It wasn't dark but the sun hadn't fully come up yet. It was right before dawn, the world felt like it paused, not completely, but just enough for you to take in these few moments of peace.Â
The weight shifted on the jeep, you opened your eyes to see Chim climbing up to sit beside you. âHey, everyoneâs looking for youâ he says, laying back onto the hood beside you. âYeah, I just needed some airâ lying through your teeth, you give him as best of a smile that you could muster up. Chimâs eyes fixated on your hand once again, you watched him, practically hearing the turning in his head.Â
âWhat's going on in there? The rebar taking its effect now?â you joke, he rolls his eyes.Â
âDoes he know about the baby?â he asks, you sit up and turn towards him. You hadn't told a soul.Â
âHow did-âÂ
âMaddie does it to- the hand on the belly thing. She's been doing it since before there was a bump. Just a motherly reflex I supposeâÂ
You stared off into space, Chim sat beside you quietly. âDoes he know?â he asks once again, you shake your head. âI know itâs not my place,â he rests his hand on your shoulder, âbut I think you should tell him. It might keep him from running into buildings without thinking.âÂ
âDid that work for you ?âÂ
âWhat do you mean ?âÂ
âWhen Maddie told you that she was pregnant, did you think twice before running into a burning building ?âÂ
âHonestly, at first it didn't. It didn't seem real until I saw the bump and heard the heartbeat. Then it all made sense ya know ? I couldn't risk getting hurt because I had something to live for, they were waiting for me to come homeâÂ
âThat's the thing, I don't want to lose him, Chim. I canât lose him. I love him and I need him here, the baby needs him. Thereâs no way I can do this by myselfâÂ
âYou can, I know you would be able to do it by yourself but you shouldnât have too. Buckâs an idiot but he loves you.â
Chim sat with you for a few more minutes, you considered everything he told you. How Buck might not change right away nor did you expect him too but if there was even a chance of him changing, youâd want him too. âReady to go back in?â Chim slides off the hood, holding his hand out to you. You hold his hand and he helps you off the hood.
âWe have a stop to make firstâ you walk in the opposite direction of Buckâs room. Chim follows you down to the gift shop, which was closed as it doesnât open until 7.âAre you kidding me?â you groan, leaning back against the door. âWeâll figure something out,â Chim looks around. Eddie comes around the corner, âwhat are you guys doing here?â he walks over.Â
âI needed something for BuckâÂ
âWhat did you need? Canât it wait until they open?âÂ
âEddie, I'm pregnantâ you just blurt out, Eddieâs jaw drops, literally.Â
âCongratulations!â he pulls you into a hug, âwait, youâre happy about it right?â he checks, you nod.Â
âI need one of those stupid âworldâs best dadâ shirts for Buck but it's closedâÂ
Eddie looks at Chim and then looks around. âAre we gonna?â Chim points towards the door, looking at Eddie. âYupâ Eddie looks around once more, âlean your head towards me y/nâ your face screws into a weird expression but abides anyways. Eddie pulls a bobby pin out of your hair, turning to the door and jams into the lock. He wiggles the pin around until the lock clicks open.Â
âVoilaâ he smiles as pushes the door open. The 3 of you walk in, Eddie stays by the door to make sure no one was coming. âChim, find a pen and paper for me please ?â you walk away to find the shirt you were looking for. Picking up 4, you shove them into a bag form behind the counter. You toss $30 onto the counter and scribble a little note for the person that opens that read:Â
Had an emergency, needed a few shirts. Hope this cash covers it. Thanks! :)Â
Eddie relocked the door before heading to Buckâs room. Everyone was now in the room, scattered in different places. Bobby was leaned up against a wall, Athena stood beside him, leaning into his side. Hen sat on the little counter by the window and Maddie was still in the chair beside his bed. Eddie went over and joined Hen by the window, Chim stood behind Maddie, his hand coming up to her shoulder.Â
âY/n..â Buck whispers as you walk in, you take a seat on the end of the bed by his hips. âIâm sorryâ he says, his hand reaching out for yours.Â
âYouâre an idiot but, I guess, I forgive youâ you say and Buck smiles at you. âWhatâs in the bag ?â he asks, you rest the bag on your lap. âSomething for you boysâ The guys exchange looks, Eddie and Chim knew you needed something for Buck but what did you get for them?Â
Pulling out the shirts, you handed one to Buck first. It was a plain blue t-shirt with big white bold letters that read âworldâs best dadâ. Buck looked down at the shirt and then back at you, he repeated that process a few times and after a couple minutes he finally asked you.Â
âAre you ?â he whispers, the room is silent.Â
âAm I?â you ask.
âPregnant ?â he finishes the question and you smile.Â
âYeah, I amâ your hand rests on his, he pulls you into his side for a hug. You hug him, trying not to squish him and hurt him even more.Â
âOkay,â you sit up and toss another shirt that said the same thing to Eddie. He caught it and smiled, âbecause Christopher couldn't have a better dad than youâ Eddie gives you a smile and whispers a thank you.Â
The next shirt gets tossed to Chim, he laughs. âYou got one for me too?â he asks, pulling the shirt on over his sweater. âYeah because baby girl Buckley is gonna be one lucky baby, despite your not-so-funny dad jokesâ Maddie laughs at the comment, Chim does too.Â
The last shirt goes over to Bobby. He gives you a look, âwhatâs this for ?â he asks, âBecause not only have you been amazing with May and Harry but youâve got a fire station full of âchildrenâ that rely on you. Just a thanks for bringing them home in one piece, well for the most partâ you pat Buckâs side.
The room is filled with happiness and love, the 118 was together once again, not just as firefighters but as a family.Â
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here lads have an angsty supercorp soulmate story
It starts exactly 24 hours after Karaâs departure.Â
Itâs subtle at first. It actually reminds Lena of the first few days after they met.Â
The slow but steady build-up of pain manifesting itself into little things; shaky hands, dizzy spells, chest pains. The pills help, of course. Sheâs already ingested 5 pills in the span of 3 hours and sheâs contemplating taking more. Just to keep the painâthreatening to overtake herâat bay. But what good would she be if Alex finds her passed out on the floor? Veins chock-full of narcotics?Â
So, she wills her hands to stop shaking and pushes on. She sends a text to Jess to send a shipment of pills to her home address; tells her to be discreet.Â
She can do it. Sheâs done it before. She can fucking do it again. And she will bring Kara home.Â
Because every moment that passes with them apart, means a step closer to Lenaâs death.Â
You might think sheâs exaggerating, but really she isnât. See, Karaâs her soul mate, not just in the figure of speech wax-poetic sense but literally Karaâs her soul mate.Â
But her being a Luthor of course, soul mates wouldnât come easy. None of it had ever been easy. Why would this one be an exception? It wasnât unheard of, no, there were a few rare cases of it being recorded. Of course, Lena would be one of those people. Why wouldnât the universe add shitty soul mate luck into the long list of misfortunes in Lenaâs life? Whatâs one more curse, right?Â
See, Karaâs her soul mate but...Lena isnât Karaâs.
âYou look like shit, Luthor. Youâre allowed to take a break you know?âÂ
Itâs Alex who breaks her out of her reverie. She prays to God that Alex doesn't notice her shaking hands. Sheâs well aware she looks like shit. She feels like shit, she doesnât need Alex of all people to point that one out. But now, Lena notices that the whole place is empty, she didnât even notice Jâonn slip out. She didnât even notice Alex coming in too, really.Â
Brainy had long passed-out in one of the beds in the MedBay in the 2nd level of The Tower, Nia taking up the opposite bed. There was a brief moment when she walked in that made her feel tempted to occupy the third bed and take a break. But then, her chest tightened and a flare of pain lit up her whole insides, it was reason enough to keep her feet moving and back unto the computers trying to pinpoint Karaâs location.Â
âI know,â she replies, âBut itâs really not necessary, Alex. Iâll rest after.âÂ
She doesnât need rest, what she needs is Kara to be here.Â
She refuses to look at Alex, fingers flying across the screen. Alex shifts closer to her, lays a hand on her right arm prompting her to stop. Her eyes land on Alex's hand and continue up to Alexâs eyes.Â
âWeâll find her, Lena. But you have to rest. Iâm serious, Luthor. Come on,â Alex persists, wrapping her hand more firmly and tugging at Lena to follow her.Â
She doesnât say that rest will do her more harm than good. She doesnât say that if she closes her eyes all she would see is Karaâs body floating all alone in space and the pain would start anew.
First, her chest and then travelling up the rest of her body until all there is is pain.Â
She doesnât say that she needs to work in order to distract her from the pain.Â
Instead, she holds her tongue, lets Alex bring her to the 2nd level and tries to have the most fitful sleep of her life.Â
***
It gets worse on the 5th day of the second week. It really isnât a surprise considering this is the longest sheâs had to go without Kara around.Â
Sheâs taken mega-doses of painkillers in anticipation for today. Last night was a nightmare, she had to bite down on a hand towel as waves of pain assaulted her, again and again and again.
When morning came, it slowly subsided. Once feeling had returned to her legs she ran into the kitchen and swallowed 3 pills immediately.Â
It doesnât matter if sheâs taken 3 or 4 or a whole bottle today, because it will just get worse and worse the longer Kara isnât by her side.Â
And so, she drags herself into The Tower again, because she needs to finally find a way to bring her back.Â
She tries to ignore the tightening of her chest even though sheâs really having a hard time breathing now. Not to mention the pain behind her eyes that is bit by bit making it difficult for her to coordinate with Brainyâs computations.Â
Sheâs taken to keeping a bottle of pills on her person now. Opting to take them dry as if they were mint candies to keep her tongue moving while programming lines of codes.Â
She thinks sheâs still being subtle.Â
Well, she is.
Until she isnât.Â
She crumples to the floor in front of everyone and a guttural scream of pain breaks free from her lips.Â
***
When she wakes itâs to Alex sitting by her bedside.Â
She lets out a groan in response to the sore feeling of her entire body. Itâs like the time they were forced to do team building exercises all day in Mt. Helena and Lena nearly passed out.Â
Alex hands her a bottle of water. She sips greedily before handing it back and wiping her mouth.Â
âHey? How you feeling?â
âLike I wanna die.â
Alex sighs and Lena intentionally avoids her eyes.Â
âItâs Kara isnât it?â Alex says and Lena doesnât bother with lying anymore.
âIt is.â
âHow you survived almost two weeks away from her, I wouldnât know. Two days away from Kellyââ Alex breaks off, inhales deeply and then sighs again, âThatâs already torture for me.â
âIâve had a lot of practice,â She retorts flatly, hands fiddling with the rough edges of the blanket. Alex looks like she wants to say something about that but Lena beats her there.Â
âHow?â She asks, gesturing to the IV drip. How am I not feeling pain right now? How am I still breathing? How am I still alive?
âThe DEO created a special fluid for agents,â Alex reveals, âThey distribute it to agents on field assignments. That way, them and their partners donât die from pain. Good thing, Jâonn had a stash hidden here, well, we always thought it would be for me and Kelly. Never expected you, Luthor.â
Lena takes that in for a moment. So, the DEO had a special formula of Dextrose to stave off the pain of soulmate separation and apparently sheâs using up all the remaining bags of it.Â
And itâs not even supposed to be for her.Â
âDonât worry about it. Brainy can replicate the formula.â
Worry mustâve shown on her face. So, she works on schooling her features again, she knows that Alex is itching to ask her questions but is trying to be polite.Â
Thereâs really no use hiding anything now though.Â
âK-Karaâs my soulmate,â she finally says out loud, and sheâs always thought that itâs supposed to feel cathartic and freeing but instead it just feels heavy.Â
âBut Iâm not hers,â she quickly finishes, better to rip the band-aid off. She briefly looks at Alex, whose face doesnât give her anything; mouth a tight line and eyes shining with curiosity.Â
She doesnât know if Alex had ever had a conversation with Kara about soul mates before. Had they talked about it? Had Kara ever mentioned Lena acting too clingy whenever they donât see each other for a short period of time? Had Kara ever told Alex if she would want a soul mate of her own?
But the look and silence from Alexâs side makes Lena refrain from asking.Â
Instead, she starts to tell her how it had hit her the instant Kara walked in her office. How there was a zing! and her brain had immediately screamed HER. Thatâs the one. Sheâs the one.Â
How when they met eyes and Kara had told her her name it felt like Lenaâs soul finally found her home.Â
âI asked for her name and I kind of thought sheâd wait for me to get out of the office,â Lena trails off and Alex takes it for what it is.Â
Their first meeting was all sparks for Lena but then, the conversation kept going and going and Clark had tried interrogating her and Kara didnât do anything.Â
Didnât approach her afterwards, didnât show any reaction that mightâve given Lena a clue that she felt the way Lena did.Â
A conclusion was easily reached.Â
Kara was hers but she wasnât Karaâs.Â
After the initial shock settled in, Lena set to work. Because that was what she did best. Work out a solution to everything and anything that poses a problem.Â
How many people have dreamed about meeting their soul mate? How many years had Lena sat there hoping that tomorrow maybe, maybe sheâll finally meet them? She never expected this, never expected her soul to find a home that isnât hers.Â
Staying away from Kara was a non-starter, itâs only been a day since they parted but Lena can already feel the beginnings of pain. Slow but sharp shots of throbbing from behind her eyes then came the shaky hands then the dizziness and thenâÂ
They became friends and Lena made sure Kara didnât know anything about her growing need to be close to her; didn't let Kara know about the fact that the universe made Lena its most epic punchline yet.Â
She agreed to scheduled game nights and movie nights and lunch dates. She never knew the pain of soulmate separation during those early days. Kara was always around; bringing her a salad, covering an L-Corp gala, crashing on Lenaâs couch.Â
âIt was easy, you know? Kara was always there. What are friends for?â Lena mimics Kara and then repeats somberly, âIt was easy, Alex.â
Or at least, Lena kept telling herself it was easy. She had it easy. She didnât have to think about painkiller pills or cutting her business trips shortâbecause the pain becomes unbearable too soonâlike so many of her board members do.Â
She had it easy with Kara, she can just call and sheâll be there.Â
Until, Kara started going MIA. And for three days pain overtook her entire life. The pain made her unable to think clearly, the pills kicking in at the last minute.Â
âYou haven't been around. Supergirl's been there for me. Person who judges me on the very premise of my last name, but my best friend hasn't,â she accuses because Goddamnit Kara has no idea what kind of shit Lena had to endure with her going away with no warning.Â
Logically, Lena knows itâs partly her fault.Â
She knows that if she only just told Kara that she needs her to live, Kara would stay. But she doesnât want anything to change.Â
Of course, Kara would stay, it was the kind of thing a person like her would do.Â
Kara would take care of her, whatever Lena needed she would give.Â
But Lena didnât want things that way.Â
She wants Kara to want her the same way she wants her.Â
But no, Lenaâs not going to tell her that. She is never going to know. She will find an alternative. So, she injects as much venom as she can into that accusation, âB-but maybe itâs better if I leave.âÂ
She makes Kara leave.Â
She just got her cure back and immediately Lena had pushed her away. The moment Kara stepped out of the door, a dull throb already kicked in her chest; as if telling Lena she was making a big mistake.Â
She regretted that night so much, Jess had to drag her drunken body out of her office.Â
Then it became normal again and Lena went back to not worrying about body pains again.Â
Because a different kind of pain is trying to make itself known.Â
A gaping hole in her heart that is entirely unrelated to the biological consequences of being separated from your soul mate.Â
She was falling in love.Â
She was falling in love and she wasnât prepared for how it would hurt to have Kara not love her back. She can endure the physical pain, there are pills for that.Â
But there wasnât any type of medication to see your other half everyday and not have them see you as theirs.Â
When Lex told her Karaâs secret. Something broke inside of her. Which was saying something, considering she was getting her heart broken every single day that Kara wouldnât look her way.Â
But to know how stupid sheâs been? To realize that the flutter of her heart whenever Supergirl was near was her brain telling her it was Kara?Â
There was no word for that.Â
âI think, I kept rejecting the idea of Supergirl being Kara you know?â Lena huffs out, laughs drily, âImagine how fucking painful it would be, Alex, if Supergirl was my soul mate. This person who didnât trust me wholly, who lies behind my back, imagine if she was my soul mate? It would have felt humiliating. My body knew better, though,â she admitted sadly.Â
âWhen Lex told me, all the little painful outbursts every time Supergirl flew away? It made sense. Everything made sense, but at the same time? Everything hurt too.â
She tried hurting her back. Created Hope. Experimented with Q-waves. Foolishly used Myriad. Teamed up with Lex.
But even through all of those? The separation pain never knocked her out.Â
Even when they were fighting, Kara was still always around. Even when the worldâthe fucking multiverse got reset. The pain wasnât enough to knock her out. Not like today.Â
Because Kara was always lingering around convincing her not to join Lex, crossing paths in CatCo, flying into her home even if it was to call her a villain.Â
All of those interactions were still sustenance for Lena.Â
But this? This separation? This knowledge that Kara was somewhere out there, unreachable. That she could be lightyears away in space and it has been two weeks since Lena had last saw her, it has her every molecule shouting to go find Kara.Â
âItâs never been like this before,â Lena confesses, âI thought I could do it without-â
âHelp?â Alex supplies and Lena finally turns to her and she feels a hand squeeze her.Â
âYeah.â She mutters back softly.Â
âWell, thatâs where youâre wrong, Luthor. Youâre part of the team now whether you like it or not. We are going to help you, weâre going to find a temporary solution for that pain and then weâll get back to work and weâll find Kara.â
#im thinking if i'll continue this after the 2nd ep but hmm we'll see#anyways hope u liked that little blurb#the reckless writer writes#a supercorp ficlet of sorts#supercorp fic#soul mate au#supercorp#rcklss writes
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Slapped
ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader
Warnings: Cursing, physical violence
Not my GIF. All Credit to owner/creator: @the-mighty-div
You walked into the med room, just needing to catch your breath. The only other person in there was Rafe. You walked in, dramatically slumping your shoulders. âAghhhh!â you all but yelled.Â
Rafe looked up from the computer in the med room to you with a surprised expression that quickly turned sympathetic.Â
He chuckled a little. âRough day, baby?âÂ
You just looked at him and nodded, on the verge of tears, but not wanting to cry at work.Â
He looked over your shoulder out the window that was in the door, before leaning against the shelves that were kind of out of view and pulling you into his chest a tight hug. He rested his cheek on top of your head. He felt you stiff as a board in his embrace.Â
âYou can cry, ya know?â He said softly.Â
You shook your head. âYou know me, if I start I wonât stop and I got stuff to do. My patient is crazy noncompliant and giving me a really hard time.â You explained, reluctantly letting go of Rafe.Â
âYou wanna switch?â Rafe asked sweetly.Â
âNo, Rafe. We canât do that.â You said. He already knew that too.Â
âIs there anything I can do?â He asked, pouting and feeling helpless.Â
âGive me a massage tomorrow when you come over?â You asked.Â
âYou got it babe.â He said pecking your cheek.Â
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âCan you guys be nearby as witnesses? This patient is refusing everything and getting really combative.â You asked your charge nurse, Edgar and Rafe.
âYeah, whatâs going on?â Edgar asked.Â
âHeart failure patient. Non compliant with his meds. Came in for shortness of breath and weight gain. Signs of hypokalemia. Super tachycardic. I need to draw blood so I can check his potassium. His BP when he came in was through the roof so I need to give him a IV metoprolol and lasix. Heâs refusing everything now.â
You approached your patient with your coworkers standing nearby behind you, but not enough to seem threatening.
âHi Mr. Kaplan, I have some medication thatâs going to make you feel better, but I need to take your blood pressure first.â You tried to explain sweetly.
âNo! Leave bitch!â He yelled. You took a deep breath.
âSir, I understand youâre upset, but you canât talk to me like that. Iâm trying to help you. I donât want to do anything you donât want, but I donât know why youâre here in the hospital if you donât want any treatment.âÂ
âI said get out of here you cunt!â He shouted, standing up and taking a step toward you. You took a step back and Edgar and Rafe were immediately between you and the patient.Â
âPage Dr. Strongâ Edgar told you, even though you were already dialing.Â
âWoah. Hey, you donât talk to her like that. Thatâs not okay.â Rafe said, trying to stay calm. âYou need to sit down, sir.âÂ
You went and grabbed AMA paperwork in case this patient really didnât want treatment he was free to leave against medical advice, while the overhead page for Dr. Strong went off and security, a pharmacist and a psychiatrist were walking toward where your patient was.Â
The Dr. Strong team had gotten the patient to calm down and the doctor explained to him again how important it was to take the medications.Â
The doctor left to take care of something else, so a while later, you again came with your supplies to hopefully get everything done and the patient stable so he could get admitted upstairs.Â
âMr. Kaplan, Iâm back. I just need to take your blood pressure real fast, it should only take a second.âÂ
He didnât say anything and just glared straight ahead. You approached the side of his bed slowly and grabbed the blood pressure cuff to wrap around his arm.Â
âOkay, Iâm just putting the cuff on, okay?â You said as you started to touch his arm, the back of his hand collided with your face.Â
âDonât touch me! You bitch! I donât want anyone here to do anything to me! Leave me alone!âÂ
You gasped holding your cheek.Â
A lot of people saw it happen. Rafe was there in a second with murderous eyes and clenched fists, but luckily Edgar was fast enough to walk in front of Rafe anticipating this reaction.Â
âTake care of Y/Nâ Edgar told Rafe, while he and the charge nurse tried to deal with the patient while paging the Dr. Strong team again.Â
âShitâ You cursed at the sting as you grasped your cheek and tried to understand what just happened. Rafe immediately softened looking at you. You looked so small as you held onto your reddened cheek. He put an arm around your shoulder and ushered you away and sat you in a chair at the nearby nursesâ station. You were still kind of in shock.Â
âAre you okay?â He asked, kneeling in front of you. You closed your eyes and shook your head trying to suck it up.
âYeah!â You told him trying to sound confident.Â
âHey Estephany, can you grab her an ice pack? Y/N, stop, look at me.â He said more sternly. âYou sure youâre okay?â He asked.
âYes, Cameron, Iâm fineâ You assured him and tried to stand up.Â
Rafe pushed you back into the chair. âUh uh. Stay right here. Youâve been injured at work. So you need to be assessed.â
You rolled your eyes at him using those words knowing now you had to do all the workers comp formalities.
Rafe gently reached up and pulled your hand away from your face. He inspected your cheek and under your eye as Estephany passed him an ice pack.
âIt doesnât look like you got cut anywhereâ he said.
âYup! See? Totally fine!â You confirmed, trying to get up again.
âY/N, sit your ass down and let me check you out.â You smiled at the choice of words but you knew he didnât intend to try to flirt with you right now.
âOkay, weâll if youâre gonna check me out, then I guess I can sit here and look pretty.â You decided, straightening your posture and flipping your hair over your shoulder.
Rafe glared at you but it broke into a small smile he couldnât hold back as he shook his head and pulled out his pen light.
âLook at my noseâ he said, tapping his nose. You felt your heart melt as Rafe treated you like a patient for a second and you thought about how many times youâve both said that to patients. You knew he was checking your neuro status and to see if you were concussed since the patient who slapped you was pretty big and strong. But you were focused on the butterflies in your tummy at your caring, some would argue overbearing new boyfriend, and his sparkling blue eyes.Â
âNose, Y/N.â He reminded you when you were still swimming in his eyes and then he checked your pupil reactions. âCan you tell me what day it is?â
âI can tell you every One Direction song Niall Horan plays guitar for?â You offered.
âThat doesnât tell me anything. You could do that even if you were in a coma. Come on.âÂ
âRafeâ you groaned, now finding this ridiculous.
âWhat day is it, Rookie?â He asked more firmly.
âItâs Thursday ...which by the way, means itâs been 4 days since the last time you fucked me, which is way too long in my opinion.â You whispered the last part.
Rafe widened his eyes. âShhh! Frickin trouble maker!â He scolded, looking around to see if anyone nearby heard you.Â
âSee? Now, you know my memory is intact, I can count, I know what day it is and my sex drive is healthy.â
"I never had doubts about the last part, dirty girl.â Rafe teased quietly as he placed the ice pack on your cheek.Â
âAnd Iâm the one that needs to sush!â You protested in mock offense at his comment.Â
âNo but seriously, are you okay? ..like emotionally?â Rafe asked softly.
âYeah, Iâm okay.â You nodded. âPromise.âÂ
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You were walking out of work when Rafe and Edgar caught up to you.Â
âHey Y/N do you need a ride home?â Rafe asked.Â
You looked at him truly confused. âWhy would I need a ride home?âÂ
âYou got smacked in the face.â Rafe said like it was obvious. Even Edgar furrowed his brow at him.Â
âIt happens.â You shrugged and chuckled.Â
âYeah, Rafe I think Rookie over here can handle driving 2 miles.â Edgar joked.Â
âText me when you get home?â Rafe asked you quietly, despite all 3 of you knowing that Edgar knew about you and Rafe.Â
You rolled your eyes.Â
âY/N.â Rafe warned.Â
âYes, Cameron, I will text you in 10 minutes when I get home.â You said, exhausted by Rafeâs overprotectiveness, even though it still made you all warm and fuzzy inside.Â
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âBroâ Edgar said to Rafe when they got in the car together.
Rafe looked at him expectantly. âWhat?â
âYou gotta be careful man with this whole situation.â Edgar said, gesturing to Rafe and where you were getting in your car in the parking lot.
âWhat are you talking about?â Rafe continued to play clueless.
âWith Y/N man. Youâre too protective of her at work dude.â
Rafe just scoffed and shook his head.
âWhat wouldâve happened if I didnât step in front of you tonight?â Edgar asked.
Rafe was quiet for a second, âI probably would have beaten the shit out of that patient and lost my job and nursing license.â He admitted.
Edgar gave him an I-told-you-so smile. âThis is why you donât fuck your coworkers, bud.â He said, turning the key in the ignition.
Rafe shook his head again. âItâs not like that dude-â
âYeah, I know, youâre in love with her.â
âWell- I mean- I donât know if Iâd go that far. Weâve only known each other-â
âOh my god. Shut up!â Edgar groaned, âYou fell for her the first day she started working here and you know it.â Rafe just smiled to himself. âYou just have to be careful Rafe. Sheâs not made of glass. Sheâs a badass. She can handle herself. You canât be protective of her here. Youâre gonna get yourself in a lot of trouble. ....And plus it really makes the whole secretly dating each other thing superrrr obvious bro.â
âDo you think anyone knows?â Rafe asked.
Edgar shook his head, âNah, I donât think so.â Even though Edgar knew pretty much everyone knew from day 1.
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Fake Affection | III
Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue
Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he canât find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisungâs crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.
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Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader
Word count: 5.1k
Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut
Warnings: swearing, mild groping, mild violence
Pearl note ->Â This got long. Yeah, things got interesting in this part. :)) Also, I realized I forgot to add something so I had to come back last minute and edit it. Yeah, sorry for the delay. :/ I hope yâall enjoy it! Feedback is very much appreciated.
   The sun was shining brightly despite it being almost 6 PM. The temperature outside reached unusually high numbers for that time of the year, and Y/N decided to take advantage of that. Dressed in a forest green spring dress that reached her mid-thighs and offered a modest view of her cleavage, she was waiting for Jisung in front of her apartment complex. The dress she was wearing had short sleeves, but she decided not to take any jackets with her thanks to the weather forecast that predicted the temperatures to be high until later in the night.
      She was clutching the strap of her purse tightly and impatiently checking the time on her phone every few minutes. It has been such a long time since she went on a date. Just because she was going there to make Mina jealous didnât mean she couldnât have fun. What better way to convince the other girl that she missed on a lot of fun than have fun?
      Coming from the left side, she heard the sound of an engine approaching. Soon, a black Range Rover came to a gradual stop right in front of her, the front wheel almost climbing the sidewalk. From inside the car, Jisung gestured her to get in. She opened the door and climbed in, placing her purse over her knees before fastening her seatbelt.
      Without much of a word, Jisung turned the steering wheel and started driving to a destination unknown to Y/N.
      âI didnât know you had a car.â She spoke, trying to get rid of the awkward atmosphere.
      Jisung threw her a look before concentrating on the road again.
      âItâs Chanâs. He let me borrow it for today.â A long sigh left his mouth. âAfter a long talk where he told me that if I hurt his baby, Iâm dead.â
      Y/N let out a chuckle, and Jisung smiled as well, as the memory of the silly conversation he had with the older man flooded his mind. Another minute passed, and the silence in the car was being filled by the pop music coming from the radio.
      âYou look pretty!â Jisung complimented, stealing another glance at her.
      A bright smile invaded her facial features at his words.Â
      âThank you! I didnât know where we were going, but I figured a dress would be appropriate for many activities.â She chirped, the tiniest bit of excitement rolling off her tongue.
      âWhat if we are going hiking?â Jisung said, and a smirk appeared on his face when he noticed her rolling her eyes from the corner of his eye.
      âThen you can turn the car. Iâm not coming!â Y/N crossed her hands under her chest and her mouth formed into a small pout.
      âIâm joking. We are going to an outdoor cinema.â
      She gave him a side look and raised an eyebrow.
      âNo offence, but how do you know when outdoor cinemas are happening? They donât seemâŚâ She eyes him up and down on the driverâs seat. â...your style.â
      Jisung resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her comment. After a moment of silence, he sighed silently accepting her words.
      âMina told me about it three weeks ago. She said it was a rom-com she really wanted to see. We planned to go together.â He explained taking a right turn.
      âThen how do you know if sheâs going to come if you planned to go together. I donât know if you realised, but you are supposed to be dating me, and sheâs dating no one. Girls donât usually go to this kind of thing without a boyfriend or a potential one.â
      âThereâs this guy from Theatre and Film that she used to hook up with when I wasnât around. I know from someone that they are coming together.âÂ
      Y/N let a pitiful smile involuntarily invade her features. It was kind of pathetic how he knew about her whereabouts and still didnât say anything. She understood that they werenât together, but they were heavily flirting and behaving like a couple, hence why she and a lot of other people thought they were actually in a relationship.
      She let her teeth sink in the flesh of her bottom lip holding back from telling him a piece of her mind. He was old enough. He knew what he was doing. Or at least she hoped he did.
      The rest of the way to the outdoor cinema was spent in silence. The only audible sounds being the radio and Jisungâs soft humming from time to time. When they reached, their destination Y/N got out of the car and let Jisung find a parking spot somewhere further away from the location of the cinema due to the parking there overflowing with vehicles.
      Checking her phone, she noticed the time indicating 7:17 PM, and only then she realised how much time they spent in the car. Walking lazily on the pathway to where space was designated for blankets and chairs she saw a sea of people. Maybe not really a sea but there were enough people to fill two of the auditorium in their university.
      For a second she thought she'd lay out the blanket, but then she remembered the only thing she had on her was her purse. On top of that, they needed to âaccidentallyâ bump into Mina and her date and hope they end up sitting next to each other.
      Just as she was thinking about that a squeal deafened her and a pair of delicate arms wrapped around her. When the girl let go of her, and she met Minaâs face, she grimaced, but she regained her composure fast. She smiled at her and her date, a guy she had seen occasionally in some of her classes.
      âWhat a coincidence you are here!â Minaâs fake excitement was pissing her off. Coincidence her ass. Y/N was sure she knew they were going to be there.
      âYeah, what a small world.â She gave the two a visibly fake smile and prayed for Jisung to hurry.
      âAre you alone?â The girl asked, moving her head in different directions as if she was looking for the person she came with.
      âNo. I actually came with Jisung.â As if on cue Jisung appeared from behind the two, a blanket in hand.
      âAre you looking for me, princess?â A jolt of surprise went through her at the new nickname he used, but she didnât let it show.
      Observing the angry expression on Minaâs face at his words, she figured that was how he used to call her before they broke up whatever they had going on. She surpassed a smirk from painting her lips.
      âMhhm.â She extended her hand, which he gladly held and went in for a short kiss. âLook who I found. Isnât it lovely seeing your friends here?â She sarcastically said, smiling up at him.
      âYou guys should come sit with us!â Minaâs date said, and a victorious smile spread across her face.
      âWeâll love to if that is okay with Mina, of course. We wouldnât wanna disrupt you!â Y/N faked concern and gave Mina doe eyes.
      Minaâs jaw slightly clenched before immediately relaxing and letting out a forced giggle.
      âOf course you can. Why wouldnât I be okay with that?â
      After that, the four of them went and found a place at the back of the crowd where they could sit. It wasnât exactly the back of the crowd since there were some more people behind them, but they were reasonably behind.Â
      Jisung spread the blanket on the fluffy grass, and Minaâs date, whose name she found out was Jay, did the same as Jisung. Their blankets were almost touching, the distance between them millimetric.Â
      There were still 20 minutes before the movie was supposed to start. They sat down on the blankets, and Y/N stretched her legs, finally relaxing for not having to stand on the platform shoes she was wearing.
      âSo, are you guys dating orâŚâ Jay asked, fixing his body position so he could see them better.
      Y/N rolled her eyes at his question. The guy wasnât the best at reading the room.
      âOf course we are. Why would we be here together if we werenât?â Annoyance was dripping off her tongue. She only wanted to relax for a bit before having to spend two hours watching some boring rom-com.
      âOhâŚâ His voice sounded almost disappointed as his gaze lingered a second too long on her exposed legs. âMina and I are not a couple. And since she and Jisung have had a thing before, I thought...â He bit his bottom lip while looking at her thighs that were pretty much bare thanks to her dress riding up when she sat down. âNever mind!âÂ
      Y/N shifted uncomfortably and placed her hands on her thighs in an attempt to cover them even a little. Mina wasnât aware of her dateâs actions as her eyes were concentrated on Jisung and on the way he looked under the golden rays of the sun that was preparing to set.
      Jisung, however, was burning holes with his eyes into the other manâs head. Upon seeing him biting his lip while looking at Y/N in a less than appropriate way, he felt an unexplainable feeling of rage penetrate his body. What he wanted to do at that moment was to get up and punch that pig into next week for daring to look at her like that. But he kept his composure and decided not to make a big deal out of it.Â
      There was literally no reason for him to get that angry. Besides the apparent reason that it made her uncomfortable and he shouldnât allow something like that, especially when he is playing her boyfriend. But the sudden feeling to rip his head off filled him with turmoil.
      Jisung decided to ignore it for now, and he took his jacket off and placed it over her legs. Her head shot in his direction, confusion and at the same time relief present in her eyes.
      âWhat is that?â She asked, trying to act unaffected by Jayâs actions.
      âI just thought you might sit more comfortably with this over your legs. It stops unwanted attention.â He subtly glared at Jay, but he didnât seem to pay him any mind as his eyes were now fixed on Minaâs chest.
      âThank you!â She said, bringing the jacket further up to cover her thighs better.
      Jisung inched just a little bit closer to her and cupped her face. Placing his lips on hers, he forcefully pushed his tongue in her mouth, taking her by surprise. He made sure their heads were positioned in such a way that the two on the blanket next to them will be able to see the exchange of their mouths.Â
      Mina was watching Jisung drag his tongue inside Y/Nâs mouth, his eyes closed in satisfaction. The exchange wasnât rushed, and the way his thumb would caress her cheek so gently had her bursting with jealousy. Jisung had never kissed her like that. Their kisses were always rushed and sloppy, driven by sexual needs.
      When she first heard about their little relationship, she laughed. She thought it was some kind of stupid joke. But then she saw how they behaved. The kisses, the hugs, the hand holding, how he would always have a hand around her shoulders. In the three days, they dated he showed Y/N more love than he showed her in a year and a half.
      Her initial plan was to tease him a little bit, then finally accept to be his girlfriend. She didnât think he'd go and find himself a girlfriend. And especially not her. From all the people he could choose it had to be her. Looking at them now, Mina regretted her decision.
      Jisung broke the kiss and looked into her fluttering eyes before placing a peck on her nose. Y/N was sitting there dizzy from everything that happened. His sudden boldness left her speechless and burning hot from the embarrassment of being seen doing something like that.
      She wanted to question him. Ask him why he suddenly did something like that. However, a loud sound erupted from the speakers surrounding them, signaling the start of the movie. So she focused her vision on the big cloth in front of her and decided to ignore it.
      She shivered discreetly as a wave of cold hit her body. The movie was only half done, and with the midnight approaching slowly, a chilly air adorned their surroundings. The weather forecast predicted high temperatures, but at that moment she was far away from her city, and so the weather was different.
      Y/N rubbed one of her arms with her hand, regretting not taking a jacket with her just in case something like that was to happen. From the corner of his eye, Jisung noticed her actions, and he leaned in close to her to whisper in her ear.
      âHey, are you ok?â His hot breath on her ear made the hair at the back of her neck stand up.
      âYeah, Iâm just a little bit cold. Iâll be fine!â She whispered back giving him reassuring eyes.
      Jisung thought for a second of what he could do. He didnât have another jacket, and he didnât want her to uncover her legs. At least not when Jay was around. An idea finally struck him, and he softly called her name, catching her attention again.
      When she turned to look at him, he tapped the space between his spread legs. Y/N raised an eyebrow at his gesture.
      âWhat does that mean?â She sounded a little bit annoyed.
      âCome sit here. Iâll cuddle you so you wonât be cold anymore.â Y/N threw him a weirded out look. âWe are âdatingâ. No one will find it weird. Or you could just stay there and freeze to death.â The man explained his voice a little bit louder than before.
      She pondered his offer for a bit before getting up and making her way between his legs. She let herself fall backwards until her back hit his chest softly. Jisung put his arms around her, and warmth started enveloping her almost instantly. Y/N let out a purr at the newfound comfort, and her eyes shot open at the realisation of what she just did.
      âHey, donât get too comfortable, you hear me? Iâm doing this just because Mina might be watching.â She warned, her voice stern hoping he missed her last action.
      Jisung rolled his eyes but decided not to bring up the sound she just let out. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the newfound proximity. Only so they can make Mina jealous. Right?
      They sat like that, none of them daring to move. For some reason, Jisung found the position really comfortable. A few days prior at the start of their relationship he found skinship really awkward but now it wasnât like that anymore. It felt almost natural. Like they have been doing it for a long time.
      Some more time passed, but Jisung wasnât sure how much. The movie was approaching its climax, and the man felt bored out of his mind. Was it really worth going through that only to get his dick wet? But then he remembered who he was doing it for. He was doing it so he and Mina, the girl who he has been in love with for the longest time, could finally be together. And when it happens, he will be able to slide his hand through her silky hair, and feel her smooth skin and kiss her soft lips without having to call it a friendly gesture.
      His trail of thoughts was interrupted by a quiet mumbling coming from Y/N. Her voice was so small that Jisung couldnât hear her.
      âWhat?â He leaned his head down in order to hear her when she talks.
      For a minute, there was silence. Thinking that she didnât hear him, Jisung wanted to repeat the question when a puff of air left her mouth. Right after, she turned slightly to the side, pushing her head more against his chest, and that is when he realised that she fell asleep.
      An involuntary smile tugged at his lips, and his heart started beating faster. He couldnât explain why he was so happy about it. It was going to be a pain in the ass. Having to wake her up and wait for her to recover from her dazed form. They were going to be the last ones to leave after the movie was over.
      A whistle-like noise left Y/Nâs nose when she expired the cold air of the night, and his smile turned into a grin. Jisung moved a few strands of hair from her face before wrapping his hands better around her to keep her warm. He placed a kiss on top of her head and rested his chin on her head, swaying slightly while continuing to watch the movie.
      If you were to ask Mina what has happened so far in the movie, she couldnât give you an answer. As much as she wanted to see the film, the girlâs eyes seemed to be more interested in whatever was happening on the blanket on her left.Â
      She watched as they were cuddling and whispering to each other things she couldnât hear. Then Y/N fell asleep, and Jisung seemed to be even more loving, hugging her even tighter and kissing her. She was wondering if he has ever done that to her on the many nights they shared a bed.
      Mina never thought she would be that affected by the fact that Jisung has found himself a girlfriend. After all, he was just one of the many boys she was hooking up with. She never thought she would have feelings for him, but here she was, being jealous of the last person she ever thought she would.
      She had to somehow get the boy back. She wanted to see it as a challenge, but she couldnât. It had barely been two weeks since they âbroke upâ and scarcely four days since he started dating that perfect little missy. Love doesnât fade away that fast. Sheâll have him back in no time.
      Y/N felt someone shaking her arm gently, and she mumbled some incoherent words, pushing the hand away. She was sleeping so well, she didnât want to wake up. A hand pushed a hair strand that was ticking her nose out of the way before grabbing her shoulder and shaking it again. She groaned in annoyance.
      âWake up, Y/N! You have to go home. Unless you want me to take you to my place.â Someone whispered close to her face, and her eyes fluttered open, trying to make up her surroundings.
      The first thing she saw when she finally managed to blink the sleep away was Jisungâs smirking face. God, he was so annoying. Ignoring him and looking around, she noticed she was in his parked car in front of her apartment complex. She vaguely remembered falling asleep, but she doesnât remember waking up to get to the car.
      âHow did I get here? Did you wake me up?â Y/N asked, straightening her body and inhaling the cold air of the night.
      Jisung held her hand and helped her out of the car before slamming the door closed. He let her lean against the front door and opened the back door to fish her purse from the back seat.
      âI didnât. You were way too cute when you shut up. Like a little obedient kitty. I had to enjoy the moment a little bit longer.â He teased, putting a hand around her waist and making their way to the entrance in the complex.
      Y/N scoffed at his childish remark but decided to ignore it. She didnât have the necessary energy to argue with him.
      âSo you carried me to the car? What about the blanket and the other stuff you had there? Did you go back for them?â
      âNo, I had Jay get them for me, so I donât wake you up.âÂ
      Stopping in front of the elevator, Jisung pushed the button, and they waited a few seconds for the doors to open. Stepping inside, Y/N pushed the button for the third floor before leaning back against Jisung.
      âTalking about Jay. Thank you for today!â The man threw her a questioning look, acting as nonchalant as he could.
      âWhat do you mean?â
      âDonât act dumb! I know you didnât give me your jacket just because you are nice like that. You saw how he looked at me.â She wanted to sound more aggressive, but her voice came out soft and calm since she was still sleepy.
      Jisung found that adorable but surpassed a smile. Adopting a disinterested expression, he spoke.
      âHe did? I didnât notice. I just thought that, as your boyfriend, I shouldnât let everyone see your underwear.â Y/N punched him in the stomach lightly, and Jisung dramatically bent down, letting out a fake grunt.
      âYou are such an asshole!â
      A loud ding echoed in the restricted space, and the doors opened, revealing the dirty wall of the third floor. They stepped out of the elevator and slowly walked down the hallway to where Y/Nâs apartment door was. Taking her purse from Jisungâs hand and finding her keys, she unlocked the door and opened it.
      She leaned against the door frame and looked up at Jisung, giving him a bright smile.
      âI'd like to say that I had fun, but I fell asleep halfway through the date.â She giggled, trying to mask her embarrassment. âBut it was nice getting out of the house. Thank you for today!â
      The man put his hands in his jeanâs pockets and scoffed.
      âYou are lucky Mina got upset by you sleeping on me. Otherwise, I would have gotten angry. My shoulders are so stiff from having to support your weight. I might not recover for a few days.â A fake pained groan left his throat, and Y/N rolled her eyes.
      Lifting herself on her tiptoes, she placed one hand on his shoulder and brought his head lower. She connected her lips with his in a short kiss. Breaking the kiss, she stepped inside her apartment and kept the door open enough for her head to be visible.
      âSee you on Monday!â With that, she closed the door all the way and made her way into her bedroom.
      She wasnât sure what was the time, but it must have been well past 11 PM. Taking off the dress, she discarded it on the floor before grabbing the oversized t-shirt from the back of the desk chair. She put it on and threw herself on the bed, letting the sheets envelop her body before falling asleep.
      Y/Nâs eyes shot open, and her mouth fell open as the realisation of what she did only moments prior sank in. Putting the back of her hand over her forehead and exhaling deeply, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed. Why did she kiss him? Sheâll never interact with anyone while sheâs still drunk on sleep.
      Meanwhile, Jisung that just exited the complex couldnât contain his smile. He couldnât understand why that was happening. They kissed before to make Mina jealous. But maybe that was precisely the reasons such an insignificant gesture brought him so much joy. Mina was nowhere near. A spark erupted in his stomach at the thought that the girl might have a crush on him.
      âDo it again! With more love this time. Come on. You want me! You desire me!â Y/N ordered to Jeongin.
      The man let out a frustrated groan, using the script to cover his eyes from the brightness of the sun.
      Both of them, Hyunjin and Jisung, were outside, in front of the university. They had a free period and decided to practice the script for the short movie they were playing in. Hyunjin, although not part of the film itself, was always with them thanks to Mrs. Baeâs affinity towards him.Â
      Jisung, however, was new in the picture. Ever since they went on that date a week and a half ago, he seemed to be spending more time with her. She felt mildly suffocated by that but decided not to question it. As long as he wasnât distracting her from her usual activities, she didnât mind him tagging along.
      âYou donât make desiring you really easy. Weâve done it four times already. We will start filming in three months. I don't have to be perfect right now!â Jeongin exclaimed letting his body fall on the bench on which Jisung and Hyunjin were seated.
      âHey! Be careful of what you say. My girlfriend is very, much desirable!â Jisung said in a jokingly offended tone earning disgusted groans from the other two men.
      âReally dude? I could have lived my life without knowing that information.â Jeongin started fanning himself with the script. It was a sweltering day.
      âI donât understand why you are here. You are only four-wheeling us.â Hyunjin remarked, earning himself a dirty look from Jisung.
      âA car needs all four wheels to be functional.â
      âYeah, babe, but we are a tricycle.â
      Hyunjin, Jeongin and Y/N erupted into laughter at Jisungâs dumbfounded expression. From behind Y/N, they heard even louder laughter and Hyunjin scoffed at the scene unfolding under his eyes.Â
      âI swear to God! Mina has been so annoying lately. Much more than when she used to hang out with Jisung. Itâs as if sheâs following us around.â The man rolled his eyes as he remembered how many times Mina âcoincidentallyâ happened to be in the same place as them the past week.
      âTell me about it. And how she is always with Jay from our major. If I wanted to watch live porn, I would have signed up on one of those porn sites.â Jeongin seemed as annoyed as the other man.
      âDonât stress about that guys. Iâm pretty sure these are just coincidences.â Y/N tried telling them, even though she knew everything they said was right.
      âNo, Iâm pretty sure they are not. Thereâs someone between us whose attention sheâs trying to catch.â Hyunjin gave Jisung a side look.
      âYou canât be sure of that.â She played dumb, wanting more than anything to change the subject.
      â Oh, please! Sheâs always watching him. In the cafeteria, when we are hanging around on our free periods, when sheâs kissing that loser. Itâs like heâs a good movie she canât tear her eyes from.â Jeongin snapped, tired of the whole situation.
      âThen letâs give them something to look at!â Jisung smirked smugly.
      âWhat do..â
      In the next second, Y/N has been pulled on Jisungs lap, and he captured her lips in an urgent kiss. One hand was on the nape of her head forcefully holding her in the kiss, and the other one was on her ass cheek, squeezing it.Â
      She heard someone awkwardly clearing their throat from her right, and all her senses heightened. Y/N placed her hands on Jisungâs shoulders and tried lightly pushing him away while uncomfortably shifting in his lap. As a response, the man groaned lowly and slid his hand from her neck to her chest, cupping it.
      Her eyes widened in shock at his action and mustering all the force she had in her, she pushed him away, finally breaking the kiss. A loud bang ringed around them as her hand made contact with his cheek. Jumping off his lap, she gathered her bag from the leg of the bench.
      âYou are a fucking asshole!â She shouted in his face before storming off inside the university.
      The stomping of her boots was echoing in the empty halls, and the few students that were around decided to make her space to pass. Her thinking was clogged at the moment, and all she could feel was rage and shame. She was angrily making her way down the halls, but her destination was uncertain. She just wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
      Y/N heard quick steps from behind her, and a hand pulled at her shoulder. Without turning around, she shrugged it off and started walking faster. The person behind her also increased their walking speed, but this time around, they grabbed her wrist.
      Just as she was preparing to scream in their face, she was pulled into a hug, her face forced into a firm chest. Y/N felt herself calm down as the smell of a cologne she grew accustomed to in the last week invaded her lungs. His hand was gently rubbing her back, and she relaxed under her touch.
      âAre you okay?â Hyunjin whispered softly in her ear.
      She hid her face more in his chest, feeling shame overcome her.
      âIâm sorry you had to see that. I swear itâs not what you think! Weâve neverâŚâ Her voice was shaky, as if she was about to cry. Hyunjin cupped her face forcing her to look in his eyes. She could see concern and sadness hiding behind his brown orbs.
      âWhy are you apologising to me? You are the one whoâs been wronged here. I just wanna make sure you are okay.â His soft voice was acting as a calmative for her racing heartbeat.
      Y/N felt her insides flip at his caring words. His hands on her cheeks were hot, and she decided to blame them for the blush that acaparated her face.
      âHey! Step away from my girlfriend, you motherfucker!â Jisungâs voice filled her ears, and she saw Hyunjin roll his eyes.
      The warmth of his body left her, and he crossed his arms as Jisung finally arrived in front of them. Hyunjin was looking down at the other man, and both their expressions were filled with anger.
      âI was just making sure sheâs fine. It looks like you took your time deciding to do the same.â The taller man spat venom dripping off his tongue.
      âItâs none of your business how I handle my relationship!â Jisung adopted a louder tone bringing his face closer to Hyunjinâs.
      âBut it is when you decide to act like a bitch in heat and make your girlfriend uncomfortable. This is why Mina never dated you and why you and Y/N wonât last long!â
      Jisung clenched his jaw upon hearing the other manâs words, and before anyone could register what was happening, he plunged his fist into Hyunjinâs face.
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Suicidal Misunderstanding Part VI - Star Wars Time Travel AU
Part I - - - - - Â Part II - - - - - Part III - - - - - Part IVÂ - - - - - Part VÂ
Anakin watched Obi-Wan through the stalks for several minutes. He could see him kneeling at the base of the waterfall, occasionally glancing around, as if searching for someone. Just when he was about to break and interrupt him, Obi-Wan stood and walked over. They sat together on the low bench, surrounded by the carefully cultivated colored fungi.Â
âObi-Wan...maybe we should talk about whatâs going on with you. Whatever it is, Iâm here for you.â Anakin offered hesitantly.
Obi-Wan tensed, hands clenching in his lap.Â
âNo.âÂ
âMaster Windu and Bant both seemed to think this isnât a drug thing. Please, let-â
âThat wasnât what I was saying no to.âÂ
Obi-Wan stood and began threading a path through the mushrooms, careful not to step on any of the smaller ones. Anakin was forced to follow directly in his footsteps, not wanting to risk damaging something Obi-Wan clearly seemed to care about, but wishing he could look at his Masterâs face.
âDid I ever tell you about Bruck Chun?â Obi-Wan asked.
âNo. Whoâs Bruck?â Anakin responded with deliberate patience.
âHe was an old crechemate of mine, quite gifted, though he had a temper. There have been times you remind me of him. We were rivals.â They were approaching the end of the alcove, a large stone overhang throwing them in to shadow.
âWere?â
âHe died. When we were twelve.â
When they reached the rock face, Obi-Wan started climbing straight up. Anakin followed. Several clicks above the floor, Obi-Wan squeezed his way into a narrow crack, invisible from the floor below. Anakin followed. They awkwardly shuffled along the passage until Obi-Wan suddenly dropped out of sight. Anakin followed.
They landed in a hidden alcove. It was half lit by sunlight filtering in from cracks above, and half lit by the glow of mushrooms and crystals tenaciously embedded in the rock face around.
âOh.â Anakin said softly. âIs this where you go when you visit the fountains to meditate?â
âNo, I hadnât been here in years.â Obi-Wan answered wistfully. âI started getting too big, didnât want to damage the passageway too much. I figured some other younglings would stumble upon it someday like I did. Iâm sorry. I avoided this room for the first year or two of your padawanship. By the time I even thought to share it, you had already grown so big...â
He sat down, legs stretched out in front. Anakin sat next to him, mirroring his position.
âIâm glad youâre sharing it with me now.â Anakin smiled reassuringly, but Obi-Wan was staring ahead blankly. Â
The young knight swallowed nervously. âDid you...come here with Bruck?â
Obi-Wan let out a snort. âGods, no! I hid here from him. Before we were rivals, he bullied me relentlessly.â
âAnd...this is the guy you said I remind you of?â Was he being insulted?
âAt times. Math lessons, saber practice, none of that ever came easy to me. But you and him...you never even needed to study. And you do have a vicious streak, Anakin.â
Rather than try to argue in vain against the slight hurt, Anakin just asked, âHow did he die?â
Obi-Wan closed his eyes. âHe fell.âÂ
Anakin jerked in surprise, âWait, you mean-â
âWe were fighting at the top of the waterfall- it- he had nearly killed Bant. He was angry that we both had been chosen by Masters, and Xanatos used that to manipulate him into helping with an attack on the temple. Bruck was lashing out. He was a better swordsmen, but his anger made him unbalanced. I knocked him back. And he fell. Iâve forgotten a lot of details about him as a person, but I still remember his body at the bottom of the falls.â
"Thatâs...awful. Iâm sorry.â Anakin said helplessly. He had known the bare basics of Xanatosâs fall, but clearly not the full story.
Obi-Wan sighed, leaning slightly to press their shoulders together. Anakin scootched over to try and provide a little extra silent comfort.
âI thought I had learned to live with my guilt over my part in what happened to him, but I suppose recent events have torn open old scars, so to speak.â
Anakin held his breath, Obi-Wan didnât add anything else.Â
âObi-Wanâ he tried to nudge gently.Â
âHmm?â
Anakin lost his patience, jumping up. âMaster, please!â He half yelled, looming over his Master. A flash of fear crossed Obi-Wanâs expression as he looked up, which immediately halted the fit of rage.Â
He knelt down penitently, âIâm sorry, Obi-Wan, I shouldnât have yelled, but please, let me help. I wonât get mad like that again, I swear. Whatever you need, Iâm here for you.â
âYouâre not.â Obi-Wan whispered, expression blank. He shuddered all over, fists clenching tightly.
âYouâre NOT here for me!â Obi-Wan shouted, suddenly offended. âHow can you POSSIBLY claim to be there for anyone after what you-â Obi-Wan seemed to choke on the words. He let out a strangled cry and pulled his knees up to his chest. Tears welled, but he didnât seem to notice.
Anakin stared wide-eyed, cold all over. âThis...this is about something I did. I donât understand. You... told me a few hours that Iâm dear to you, what...what could I have done since then to make you...I donât understand.â
âYou know what you did.â Obi-Wan let out. âAnd the fact that learning about it didnât stop me from caring about you doesnât help, it just makes the heartbreak a thousand times more painful.â
Anakin racked his brain wildly. This couldnât be about his marriage with Padme, right? He told him this morning that he didnât mind the sneaking off. There was only one screw-up big enough that could possibly warrant this severe a reaction, and only two people alive knew about that, both sworn to secrecy.
âThe younglings,â Obi-Wan whispered. âYou - you didnât even spare the younglings.â Obi-wan looked gutted, terrified.Â
Anakin felt like he had been dropped in ice water. This was- this was his worst fear- that Obi-Wan would learn about his darkest failing as a Jedi and be ashamed of him, angry at him, would abandon him. He had already made his judgement. How could he have even learned about about the Tuskens?
âPadme-â he breathed out. âPadme told-â
âNo!â Obi-Wan denied desperately, lurching forward. âPadme would never betray you! I would never betray you! We both love you, Anakin. Please, some part of you must know that! You must!â
His master seemed frantic, fingernails digging painfully into Anakinâs arm.
âYou love me?â Anakin asked brokenly, heart cracked open.
Obi-Wan let go of Anakin to curl in on himself again. He seemed very small. It hurt to look at.
âI think its safe to say at this point that thereâs nothing you could, no betrayal or atrocity you could commit that would make me stop loving you. Despite what youâve done, youâre my brother, my son- of course I love you. The fact that I led you to doubt my love for you might be my greatest failing, though there are so many its hard to really say.â Obi-Wan sounded utterly defeated.
Anakinâs heart was pounding. This was a nightmare and a childhood dream. Obi-Wan loved him unconditionally, but he knew about his slaughter of the Tusken's and was ashamed. This couldnât be real. He canât know.
âPalpatine-â Anakin tried to ask.
Obi-Wan growled. âI do not need to talk about how that power-hungry liar systematically worked to tear us apart. I want to know why you would-â he cut himself off again.
Palpatine told Obi-Wan- that was more than he could even begin to process.
"Iâm sorry, Master. Iâm so sorry for failing you.â The words came desperately tumbling out, âI was just- I was so angry about my momâs death and-â
âYour motherâs death? You killed innocent children for the sake of your Mother?! I donât- how could anyone possibly rationalize-â Obi-Wan hissed out, truly angry for the first time that day. He took a deep breath and pulled himself upright.
âYour motherâs death was a terrible tragedy and I will forever regret my role in it. I should have tried harder to free her, for her own sake. I was so afraid that if I pushed for permission with the council they would think I was failing you, and they would take you from me. I made- so many decisions out of attachment, out of fear of losing you, and in the end I hurt you so badly you couldnât trust me. You didnât trust me with the truth of your visions, so I gave you bad advice born of misunderstanding, and your mother died horribly. I- I can see how you would blame the Jedi for that, even if its not rational. I certainly understand why you would blame me for that, why you would hate me because of her death.â
Obi-Wan scrubbed at his face mercilessly, practically tearing skin in his haste to wipe away snot and tears.
âBut why, if you were getting revenge, would you kill the children and not me?â âWhy couldnât you just kill me and be satisfied?â He finally looked straight at Anakin, asking like it was a real question.
Anakin was horrified. After a few false starts he finally choked out, âMaster, I love you. I told you, youâre the closest thing I have to a father. Youâre the last person I could ever kill.â
âThe last person you could ever kill,â Obi-Wan echoed back, looking pained.
âPlease, Master, tell me how to fix this. I want to make things right. How can I fix things?â Anakin begged.
âThatâs not a fair question. You canât unmurder people. You canât put them back together like a- an engine or a droid- â
âThere has to be something I can do to make you forgive me!â Anakin said desperately. âYou canât just tell me you love me and then say Iâm an irredeemable monster!â
âWell thatâs an entirely different matter, though no less cruel to think about.â
He leaned into Anakinâs side once more, the press providing a hint of warmth even in the unshakable cold. âAnakin, it isnât very rational or fair of me, but it wouldnât really take that much to get me to forgive you. Kriff, if you just acted sorry for what you had done.â Obi-Wan sighed.
âIf you told me that you regretted the lives you took and swore you were going to stop murdering, force help me, Iâd probably take you back in an instant. All I ever wanted was to help you be the best version of yourself.â
âIâm sorry.â Anakin said immediately. âIâm so, so sorry for what I did. I lost control of myself because I was scared, and angry, and suffering and, and then I was so scared that you would hate me that I pretended it was ok, and I told myself that they deserved to die, but how could children ever deserve to die and please Master Iâll throw away my lightsaber just please, please donât leave me, I need you, please-â and the rest of the words dissolved into large, ugly sobs.
Obi-Wan keened and pulled Anakin into his lap like he was a child again. Anakin scrabbled at his cloak, desperately trying to hold on. The terrible chill that had been haunting him slowly started to fade away as he was rocked back and forth.Â
After a minute, Anakin got enough of a hold on himself to consider trying to stop blubbering like a crecheling on his Masterâs robes. But he quickly realized that Obi-Wan was also crying, so instead threw his arms around the older man and let himself go.
An uncertain amount of time passed before they both slowed from heaving sobs, to dry hiccups, to quiet whimpers. Eventually they ended up laying in a heap, boneless but for their hold on each other. And finally, the cavern was more or less silent.
Anakin felt physically lighter, mind clear like he had just completed an extremely successful meditation session.
Without a word, they slowly shifted so they were leaning on the wall instead of sprawled on the ground. Obi-Wan pulled his robe off, first using it to wipe his face, then tenderly cleaning his Padwanâs.Â
Anakin just chuckled.Â
Obi-Wan threw the robe so it covered the two of them, which was a little gross, but that only made Anakin snort giddily.Â
They sat there peacefully for sometime. The shadows from above started shifting, and Obi-Wan sighed, âI really should go eat something.â
Anakin sighed back at him in agreement. They both stretched in the small space, joints popping.
âDo you need to walk through the rest of the gardens first?â Anakin asked.
âNo,â Obi-Wan replied, tenderly fussing with his kidâs hair and robes so they looked presentable. âThis was...more than I could have hoped for.â
Anakin beamed, giving Obi-Wan one last quick hug before gesturing upwards. âTime to get back to the real world?â he joked with a hint of regret.
âTime to get back to the real world.â Obi-Wan repeated heavily.
Part VII
#star wars#star wars au#my au#time travel#suicidal misunderstanding au#Its about the DOUBLE MEANINGS in every conversation#Its about not Understanding because UNEXPECTED TIME TRAVEL is involved but also theyâre idiots#obi wan gets a hug#fanfic#star wars au no 27#why anakin#just why
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In My Dreams IV
Characters: Xiao, fm!reader
Word Count: 3,167
Warnings: Brief depiction of violence, nightmares
Premise: The past is many things. Something to admire, something to learn from, something to hold dear. And yet how unreliable it can be, especially in the hands of ghosts.
In which the reader dreams of the past.
Authorâs Note: Translation notes and historical references will come after the fic. This one was a little sketchy/ooc, prolly because Iâm tired.
Xiao
If there was one thing that you appreciated most about your relationship with Xiao it was the fact that he never attempted to cage your independence.
Though the adeptus had a penchant for clinginess â something heâd never actually admit to â the circumstances of both his and your past had set a standard for a level of separation that you greatly appreciated. You were never pressured to tell Xiao about things you werenât comfortable sharing and in return you never pressed your partner in regards to topics or events that made him somewhat uncomfortable.
And yet there was something very isolating about such a freedom.
It was an ordinary enough commission, laughably so in fact, the kind that you could knock back in ten minutes flat if you put a little effort into it. Treasure Hoarders were once more encroaching on Liyue, this time gathering at the vicinity of Dunyu Ruins, something that would surely be a hazard to the archaeologists who gathered to study the lost jade monument. The act of chasing out the Treasure Hoarders was indeed easy enough, and it was only until you started rifling through their loot that you found yourself uneasy.
The lid was an innocuous enough item. Though the box that it once covered was nowhere to be found it mustâve been a work of art, as the smooth tortoiseshell lid was clearly the result of patience and love. Painted a deep blue it depicted a snowy scene, with a castle or cathedral at the front and center. The building itself was of a unique design; a tall turret stuck out at the top while small onion domes sat a little lower, each painted a more outlandish color than the last. The architecture was completely unlike what one might see in either Liyue or Mondstadt, and really there shouldâve been nothing to it except the odd design of the building. Yet the moment you set your eyes upon the building you felt something harden in the pit of your stomach.
You never thought about what you couldnât remember; after all, what was the point of it? Why mourn something you werenât even sure was good or bad? Yet in that moment you felt that you would give very little to not remember just a little bit. At least enough to know why the image of a cathedral in the snow made you wish deeply for something you couldnât remember, and frightened you just as much.
âSomethingâs wrong with you face.â
âXiao!â You sputtered, surprised by the sudden bluntness of your partner. âMy face is just fine, a little dirt wonât kill me.â
âThatâs not it.â Xiao scowled. âYour face is harder than usual. Did something happen?â
âNothing happened! Sometimes I just donât smile, okay?â You instinctively moved the corners of your mouth upwards, trying to ignore the sudden jump in your heart rate. âIâm fine.â
Xiao looked supremely unimpressed at your efforts, sighing and flying up to the balcony of the Inn. You sighed, letting your expression once more droop. It was easy sometimes to forget how in tune Xiao was. You wouldnât expect it from an adeptus who had spent thousands of years mostly secluded from humans, but your partner was impressively good at reading your mood. Usually you didnât mind the ability of his, even welcoming the fact that he so bluntly brought up the question of your feelings. But today you wished despite yourself that he was a little less aware. After all, how could you explain to your partner what you didnât even understand yourself?
The rest of the night was oddly tense. Though Xiao said nothing you could tell from the way he stared intently at your face that he hadnât given up his suspicions. For your part you tried to ignore his gaze, talking about trivial matters such as the question of replacing the Guild roof and the fact that you had managed to gather a few Qingxin during your commissions. All the while you felt the roiling of your heart; and all the while you kept rubbing your fingers along the smooth finish of the lid in your pocket as if in doing so you might suddenly be struck with what you currently missed and currently, desperately, needed.
The next day you walked up to Katherine utterly exhausted. Though youâd made a concerted effort to sleep, knowing that if not youâd just arouse more worry in Xiao, most of the night had been spent tossing and turning, your eyelids feeling paper thin as you attempted to drag yourself down into the depths of sleep. Of course now that the sun was shining you felt like even a stone bench would be a soft enough mattress. Blinking heavily you smiled awkwardly at Katheryne.
âAny commissions today?â
âTwo ordinary sweeps and one request.â Katheryne tilted her head slightly. âAre you sure you donât need rest?â
âIâm perfectly fine Katheryne, thank you for worrying. You said there was a request?â
âYes. It seems that the citizen who noticed the Treasure Hoarders for us claims to have been robbed by them. He says to meet you at Dunyu Ruins so you can hand over the item.â
âAnd what item is that?â
âHe said it was some sort of box lid. He didnât give many details Iâm sorry. If youâre uncomfortable though of course we could send someone with you.â
âIâll be fine, thanks for worrying.â
âOf course! Good luck!â
âThanks.â
You turned around, trying to stem the ice that flooded your veins. Who was this man to whom the cathedral belonged? How did he come across such an odd item, was he from one of the other nations of Teyvat you hadnât visited? Most of all you wondered if he held some connection to your past. The idea thrilled you in some way, though dread also lingered. You werenât entirely sure you wanted to meet this mysterious person. Commissions were commissions however; you wouldnât betray the Guild. No matter how much you wanted to; you couldnât.
The Dunyu Ruins were still, no monsters seemed to linger at the gates and no other adventurers peeked out from behind old walls. The air was utterly still, something which worried you greatly. Walking at an increased rate you sought out your mysterious commissioner. The more you thought about it the more you wished the whole thing to be over as soon as possible. Turning the corner you stopped in your tracks, gazing in awe at the person a few meters in front of you.
The first thing you thought was how oddly he was dressed. The second thing was that he was much younger than you had expected. The third thing was that you felt an odd sense of familiarity from him.
âAh yes, the adventurer who accepted my commission. Have you brought what I asked of you?â
Though a response was certainly in order you found the words stuck in your mouth. Staring at him you felt the ground shift between your feet slightly. He was familiar, this young man in front of you, and yet he was also a perfect stranger. He seemed more like an apparition than anything, a spirit who had yet to cross to the far side. You stepped closer, reaching out your arm slightly. If you went to touch his shoulder, would your fingers go right through him?
âYou really must think itâs odd that Iâve returned.â The man chuckled. âI assure you Iâm completely real. You werenât the only one to survive sister, though I know that information might be too little too late?â
âSister?â You snapped out of your trance. âI donât know what you mean.â
âSurely you arenât pretending not to recognize me? I think thatâs beneath even you. Come now, was I such a brat as that?â Reaching out the young man went to grab your hand. Instinctively you pulled away, feeling discomfort shoot through you.
âI donât know what you mean? And you certainly arenât my brother! Iâve never had a brother!â
âThen who was the kid you lived with your whole life before the incident?â
âI⌠I donât know what youâre talking about. I donât know about any incident or any brother. You asked me here to return something so Iâm returning it.â Reaching for the lid you thrust the little work of art in front of you. âHere. Take it.â
âSo you really donât know who I am?â The young man reached out to take the lid. âHow is that possible? Have they gone so far as to erase me from your memories? Have I been taken out of your family?â
âThey?â
âThe gods.â The young manâs eyes seemed incredibly harsh all of a sudden. âTheir presumptiveness holds no bounds.â
âDonât speak of the archons that way.â
âAnswer me this,â the young man ignored your protest, âwhere are you from.â
âWhy should I tell you that?â
âHumor me.â
âIâŚâ You stood there for a moment, wondering whether or not you should tell this strange figure the truth. Morbid curiosity floated in your mind, and you took a sharp breath. âI donât know. I donât remember.â
âSo I really have been erased from your mind.â
âNothingâs been erased! I just donât remember, should that surprise you so much?â
âYes, it does. I see my plans will have to be changed.â The young man took a deep breath. âVery well then, we shall see what we shall see. I have an offer for you.â
âAnd what is that?â You felt suspicion wash over you.
âJoin the Abyss.â
âOver my dead body!â Instinctively stepping away you drew your polearm. So thatâs what this was about.
âI figured you might say that. However, let me tell you this. Our family was torn apart by the cruel whims of faraway gods. Teyvat suffered the same fate, still suffers it. You may not remember what happened to us, but I know it is buried in you somewhere. If you wish to avenge our family, then youâll join us.â
âI have no petty thoughts of revenge against the gods.â
âThat may very well change.â The young man smirked. âIâll be back in a week. I expect your answers then.â
He was gone before you could say anything, carried away by a blanket of purple stars. You stared at the empty ruins, confused and empty, feeling far worse than you had felt when you arrived here.
âYou look worse.â
âThanks Xiao.â You let out a sigh, unsure how to respond.
Youâd spent the rest of the walk back to the Wangshu Inn in agony, thoughts darting back and forth as you tried to reason with yourself about the veracity of the young manâs claims. There was no proof he was who he said he was after all, no proof that he wasnât simply insane, or trying to convince you to join him by lying. Yet there was something about him, his demeanor, his anger, something that spoke to a truth about him. Not that the idea made you any happier. After all truth or not, he was still an Abyss member, or at least an advocate. You could never side with him, even if he was your long lost family. And yet what if he was your family? What then? Would it truly be a betrayal then to simply send him packing?
Xiaoâs hand enveloped your own, the soft warmth drawing you out of your confused thoughts. Looking up you found him leaning into you, the tips of his hair lightly brushing your cheeks. His eyes bored into you ask he scanned your face. You stood perfectly still. You knew what Xiao was doing, knew that he was trying to figure out the depths of your discomfort. It was valiant of him, even if you hoped that he turned up empty handed. How could you tell Xiao, an adeptus who served directly under Rex Lapis, about the man who blasphemed the gods.
âYou should sleep.â Xiao finally pulled away.
âItâs still early evening.â
âYou didnât sleep well last night, I could tell. You should sleep now; maybe youâll feel better.â
âMaybe.â You replied, knowing that even if you slept better than you had ever before nothing would change when you woke up.
Still your eyelids were heavy and your feet aching. Sleep beckoned you with open arms, and you were quick to fall into its depths. Pressing a soft kiss on Xiaoâs cheek you made your way up the stairs. Collapsing onto your bed you let out a sigh of relief. Sleep was coming on fast, and you quickly found the outside world swirling away. The last thing you were aware of was a dent in your mattress, and a set of familiar eyes staring down at you, filled with affection and worry.
It was dreadfully hot. That was the first thing you were aware of. The second was how loud everything was. There was a terrible sound swirling around you, inhuman shrieks seemed to rise up from the ground beneath you, accompanied with a banging that cracked through the air, echoing oddly in a night that was all too quiet. The third thing was that you had no idea where you were. Looking around you found yourself reeling at the scene that met your eyes. The house in front of you mustâve been nice at some point, but now had fallen into ruin and disrepair. Smoke was drifting up from a door that led into the ground, and bottles lay in pieces on the ground. A wall seemed to separate the house from the outside world, so tall that you had no idea what lay beyond it. Trembling slightly you felt yourself move towards the source of the noise, feet moving despite the rising dread that you felt. Making your way down a set of stairs a few lines came to you all of a sudden.
A ceiling of amber, a pavement of pearl
The smoke was thicker now, filling your lungs, leaving you short of breath. Little bits of orange blurred your vision, wielded by strange men in strange uniforms. They seemed distorted in the smoke, made into ghosts that might haunt a childâs nightmares.
Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still
You didnât move your head towards the back of the room, somehow you couldnât. Your very soul fought against it. Instead you closed your eyes, overwhelmed with how hot it was.
âYouâve come so far and you canât even look?â
The voice was mocking, familiar, full of scorn. Opening your eyes you stared at the men in front of you, the men with fire at the tips of their hands. Why did he want you to look? You knew what youâd see. Somehow you knew.
We climbâd on the graves, on the stone worn with rains
You couldnât make it out among the smoke. All you knew was that it was red.
You screwed your eyes shut, even as sudden clarity danced before you. Someone was calling your name.
There was a hand on your shoulder.
And alone dwell forever
The smoke cleared, and with it the dream.
The scream ripped through your throat before you could even process it. You knew that you should stop, knew that you were no longer dreaming, knew that the hand on your shoulder belonged to your terrified partner. Still you screamed. You screamed and screamed and screamed.
âHey. Hey!â Xiaoâs voice was frantic. Shifting your gaze towards him you felt yourself begin to tremble.
âIt, it was true. It was true, I saw him. I saw him. I saw me. It was true. I, I, theyâre dead. Theyâre dead.â
âIt was a dream. No oneâs dead.â
âBut Xiao, theyâre dead. He was right, theyâre gone and dead and somehow I forget them.â
The loneliness slammed into you, mixing with the horror that sent your stomach churning. You dug you nails into your palm, desperately trying to stop shaking. Everything seemed distorted, the light emerging through the window just as menacing as the dark.
âTake my hand.â
Xiao pulled one of your hands on his lap, gently opening it and running his fingers over the marks that now rested in your palms. Unfurling your hand you it was flat against his he covered it with his own. Letting his palm rest gently against yours he looked up at you.
âNo one is dead. You were having a nightmare.â
âI was remembering, Xiao. I finally remembered something. And now I wish I never had.â You unfurled your other hand, wiping furiously at the tears that pooled in your eyes. âIâm so alone Xiao, Iâm so alone.â
âYou arenât alone.â
âMy family, my family is gone. The only one left is an Abyss member. I, Iâm so utterly alone.â
You felt Xiao drop your hand slightly. The sudden lost connection made your founder for a moment, but soon the feeling was lost as Xiao wrapped his arms around you. Pressing kisses to your forehead his grip was tight and strong, encasing you utterly in soft comfort. Letting yourself collapse slightly you leaned into his embrace.
âYouâll never be alone. Iâll always be here.â
If promises were conveyed in actions then you had no reason to doubt Xiaoâs. Though the air around you was sticky with heat you found yourself pressing into your partnerâs chest eyes more, soaking up every bit of connection that you could get. Xiao said nothing more, simply keeping you in his embrace, lips brushing against your cheeks as he kissed away your tears.
You knew that he wouldnât ask about your brother that night, perhaps not even the morning afterwards, or even tomorrow evening. After all your partner wasnât one for words, and your relationship wasnât built upon the expectation of painful transparency. If you werenât ready to talk he wouldnât push you.
Eventually your tears slowed, though the pain in your chest still burned like a brand. Bringing your hands to your chest you gazed up at the adeptus who was still wrapped around you.
âCan we stay this way a little longer?â
Xiaoâs eyes gleamed catlike in the moonlight. Leaning down he brushed his lips against yours, sighing slightly as you met him with exhausted ardor. Pulling back you rested your head on your partnerâs chest. The dulled beat seemed almost musical, a reminder that Xiao was alive, a reminder that he was right next to you.
You had assumed in some way that it meant he didnât care, or didnât want to know. Though you wouldâve never thought that before, the feeling of loneliness that had threatened to swallow you up had made that perfectly clear. Yet Xiao did care, cared enough not to prod and poke at wounds that were surely bleeding even now. Cared enough to kiss your worries away, cared enough to let you embrace him as long as you needed. Cared enough to show that you werenât truly alone.Â
In a week youâd give the young man who had once been your brother an answer. In a week youâd face the fact of your loneliness, of a family that youâd once been a part of. In a week you would let yourself be truly lonely. But until then you would listen to the familiar beat of Xiaoâs heart as you remembered that you werenât truly alone. That you never would be.
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The box lid itself was based off nothing in particular. The building painted on it is a reference to Saint Basilâs Cathedral.Â
The poem I used was âThe Forsaken Mermanâ by Matthew Arnold
The scene in the readerâs dream is a reference to the execution of the last Imperial family of Russia. It took place in the basement of the Ipatiev House in Ekaterinburg on July 17th/18th 1918.Â
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