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Anything Ch 4

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, death (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, fighting, possessive Yoongi, jealous Namjoon

WORDCOUNT: 4,608

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Namjoon barely caught Wynter, her body slamming into his as she shook violently. Gently and swiftly he laid her convulsing body on the floor. He tried his best to rack his brain on what to do, how to help. He had never felt so useless before. He could hear Taehyung behind him asking him questions about what potions would work best or a spell that would at least stabilize her. Namjoon was trying to focus on what Taehyung was saying but all he could focus on was Wynter’s body shaking and the viscous blood that seemed to be pouring from her body. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and a wet gurgling coming from her throat as she tried to breathe.

All Namjoon could think about was how he was so stupid to never ask her out and to tell her how much she lit up his world every time she smiled. With every ragged wet breath she tried to take in, Namjoon was watching that image fade away - the ringing in his ear becoming deafening. A strong but firm grip on his shoulder stopped his spiraling thoughts before they could go any further. Namjoon looked up to see his older brother Jin staring down at the way he was clutching Wynter’s body close to his. “Hyung, please,” Namjoon voiced cracked, filled with unshed tears. He had no idea when he picked her up or when she stopped seizing. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m here and we are going to heal her. I’m not going to lose her to whatever this curse is,” Jin pried Wynter’s rapidly cooling body out if his brother grip and back onto the ground and began to do a quick assessment, unsure of if, or even when, the seizing would start back up again. Jin knew it was a curse but he didn’t know what it was, meaning he wasn’t trained on how to heal it. All Jin knew was that he needed to get Wynter stable so that he could figure out next steps.

Jin, moved all of his spiritual energy to his hands as he hovered them over her life points, trying the gauge where the curse was rooted at. Easier said than done as every point he went over was engulfed by the curse, gelatinous black energy coated everything like tar. Jin had never seen anything like it.

Sparing a glance at his brother, he had never seen Namjoon look so lost, defeated. When Taehyung pulled him from the restaurant and through the portal frantically trying to explain what was going on through tears he saw Namjoon clutching onto Wynter’s body like she was his whole world and it had just come crashing down all around him. “Whatever it is, is coming in waves. We need to try to mitigate it’s effects when she’s not seizing. We need to make sure that she’s not hurting herself,” Jin calmly explained.

“Namjoon!” When his brother didn’t response Jin looked up to find his gaze unfocus. Snapping his fingers in front of his face he regained his attention, “Namjoon, I need you to hold her still, especially her head and -” Grabbing a cloth from the table beside him he rolled it into a tube and placed it in her mouth. “We don’t need her biting her tongue off. She would kill us if we let her get disfigured.” Namjoon slide her head into his lap, making sure she was slightly on her side so she wouldn’t choke on her own blood. Her curls spilling over his thighs and around her head, clinging to her forehead with sweat. Jin was working as quickly as he could to heal her, but every place he would clear of the tar like curse as soon as he moved on it would reattach thicker. He needed something to prolong the effects. “Tae! Make me a sta-”. Jin didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before the most malevolent and oppressive energy he had yet to encounter came over him.

Yoongi had felt the soul bond light up and then flicker while he was finishing up in the temple. A searing pain pierced his unbeating heart before it faded into nothing. Not only was something wrong but Wynter was in danger. His hand still clutched his chest as he stumbled up and around the table. Waving his hand he returned the ancient library to it previous setting, hiding all the research that he did. He had been looking more into soul bonds and soulmates, while he didn’t want to believe what he was reading he couldn’t deny the tugging he was feeling in his chest. The thought that he, of all people, had a soulmate felt like a cruel trick from fate. He wanted to learn everything he could about it before he brought it up to Wynter, in case it was true.

She didn’t seem to keen on having a demon as a master, Yoongi really doubted that she would like one as a soulmate. Tucking the thought into the back of his head he apperated to Wynter, or a least as close as he could. She was so fucking good at wards it threw him back a few blocks from the bookstore. Another flare of pain radiated through his chest as whatever was happening to her flared up again. This time he pushed through her protection wards and made it to a scene he was not expecting.

Wynter’s head in the lap of another man. Her pretty yellow dress covered in blood and sweat as another man placed their hands over her body. Her small body convulsing as the men yelled at each other trying to find a way to stop it. She looked ten times worst then when she summoned him to save her the first time. Yoongi had a feeling the curse would come back, just not this soon and not this bad.

The man that was holding her head in his lap looked up and locked eyes with Yoongi. His dragon eyes narrowing into slits as Yoongi racked his brain for how he knew this shaman. Only for it to click at the last possible minute. “Oh fuck me.” A wave of spiritual energy blasted Yoongi across the room and into a bookcase. He recovered quickly and ducked behind another bookshelf as another blast hit the wall where he had been standing.

No wonder Wynter didn’t want Yoongi to accompany her to work. She worked for the Kim Clan. The ones who ripped him apart limp by limp and tossed him down into the deepest pits of the underworld without so much as a backward glance. It would be just his luck, but at least he was now sure that the shaman didn’t curse her. The Kim’s moral high horse would never allow them to use such a crass method to kill someone.

“Taehyung, take Wynter and get out of here.” Yoongi peeked around the corner and saw the two brothers who were taking care of Wynter when he got there pass her over to the youngest one. Seeing that this was an opportunity Yoongi struck throwing blast of razor sharp energy that struck the one with glasses in the thigh making him stumble dropping Wynter’s limp body a bit. Yoongi would apologize to her when he got them out of there in one piece.

Yoongi hated fights using just spiritual energy, he much rather preferred devices like swords, but he didn’t have enough power to summon them at this point. He didn’t even have enough power to keep up with the two shamans he was fighting currently. But he was holding his own against the two as blast of power and energy whizzed through the air like bullets destroying most things in the small shop.

He saw Taehyung headed over to a large antique mirror. If that little shit got Wynter through that portal there was no telling if Yoongi would be able to track her down before she died. Yoongi needed an opening and he needed one quick. He racked his brain as he continued to dodge the two brothers attacks. “I’m a fucking idiot,” he mumbled to himself. Steeling himself Yoongi took a deep breathe before coming out from behind his makeshift shield. The oldest, Jin, Yoongi gathered from the brothers yelling, sent a arrow of spiritual energy directly towards Yoongi’s face.

Channeling all of the demonic energy he had into his right hand Yoongi caught the shamans attack. He could feel the power crackle and lick at his skin as it tried to consume him. Glad he still remembered Jimin’s old trick. Yoongi looked up at the two brothers who were staring at him with varying looks of disbelief, and smirked. “Fire magic?” Thankfully that was also Yoongi’s specialty. Siphoning a small amount of spiritual energy from the attack for his own reserve, he added his own demonic energy before throwing it back at the two.

They jumped out just before the attack hit, incinerating the desk that was behind them. “How is he able to that?” Jin screeched. Staring wide-eyed at Namjoon who was tucked behind wayward bookcase.

Shaking his head Namjoon peered around the corner at the demon, who seemed to be struggling. That much was clear from his sluggish movements and lack luster attacks. He saw Taehyung finally get the portal to work. It was difficult to open with out the use of his hands as he was carrying Wynter bridal style.

She looked dead to Namjoon, hanging limply in his younger’s brothers arms. Her blood dripping down her arms and onto the floor. If she died Namjoon was going to make sure that Yoongi wished he never crawled up from whatever shitty pit he was in. He wasn’t going to get her no matter what. “Tae, go!” Namjoon yelled as he resumed attacking with all he had. Using his telekinesis to fling his strongest potions from the shelves at the demon.

Yoongi watched at Wynter disappeared through the portal with the young shaman. Trying and failing to reach her before it closed. “No!” She was going to fucking die if he didn’t get to her but even at this rate he was depleting what little energy he had in the useless fight. “Fuck it,” he mumbled as he absorbed all of the energy from Namjoon’s last attack transmuting it to manifist his corrupt device, his sword. Did it deplete everything he had to do it? Yes. Did he also need to hurry this fucking fight along? Also yes.

He knew he needed to find Wynter soon. The tightening in his chest was becoming worst letting him know that her condition was worsening, which considering what he saw wasn’t great. Between deflecting the Kim’s attacks with his sword, Yoongi was trying desperately to relocate Wynter. It was like every time he felt he had a lock on her location it would suddenly move.

An attack flew past his face grazing his cheek, he barely felt it as he kept fighting. Splitting his attention between two very different task. Another nicked the side of his calf causing him to stumble and lose his balance. He couldn’t find her and she was going to die without him. Yoongi couldn’t let her die. He had too many questions that needed answers. And what if she really was his soulmate. How shitty would it be to find her and lose her all within a week.

He was getting desperate. A being desperate was never a good thing to be in battle. Swing his sword in an arch in front of him sending a wave of spiritual energy careening into the brothers throwing them back several feet. Giving him enough breathing room to focus solely on locating Wynter. Taking a deep breathe he closed his eyes and followed the fading string connecting them until he found her on the other end. “Found you, gongjunim.”

Taehyung crossed through the portal and into his clans ancestral home. The hanok was large enough to house the entire clan on the rare occasion there was was a threat that called for them the circle the wagons. He tried not to think about how cold Wynter was in his arms as he rushed through the halls to Namjoon’s workshop. Adjusting her body in his arms along the way because the amount of blood was causing him to loose his grip on her. Shouldering the door open to the room he located the bed that sat against the wall.

A small whimper left Wynter as Taehyung laid her in the bed. “Shh, it’s okay,” He soothed as he walked over to the cabinet with all the ingredients. Taehyung couldn’t tell if he was trying to soothe her or himself but what he did know was that he needed his hands to stop trembling long enough for him to grab the stasis potion that Jin wanted him to get. Great thing about being able to peek into peoples minds is that people don’t ever have to finish their sentences.

The potion acquired, he went back to Wynter, saying the stasis incantation and kneeling next to the bed before carefully pouring it into Wynter’s mouth. He tried to make sure it all went in but a little dribbled down the sides of her mouth. Taehyung waited for the spell to take effect, going to run his hand through his hair only to stop after seeing all of the blood coating it, he sat it down beside him on the ground. He wanted to break down at the sight of one of her curls, ruffled by the slight breeze blowing though the open window, slow down and stop.

“Thank fuck,” he breathed out as he stood up. He just needed to keep it together long enough for either Namjoon or Jin to get here and fix whatever this was. Taehyung clamored back to his feet when he felt the same ominous presence from the bookstore fill the room. Barely able to turn towards the demon before he was flung into the wall.

Yoongi stood sword in hand expecting to have to put up another fight only to find that the youngest Kim stayed down on the ground. He wasn’t knocked out by any means but he also wasn’t rushing to get up to fight Yoongi like his brothers. Keeping his sword trained on the dark haired man Yoongi made his way over to where Wynter’s frozen body was laying. Her usually warm brown skin was beyond ashen, covered in a sheen of sweat and splotches of blood.

A stasis spell was smart on the shaman’s end as it suspended Wynter in time, and in turn the curse. While not actually trapping her in time, just significantly slowing the the progression of it. Yoongi felt his chest constrict at the sight of his “alleged” soulmate. The sound of running feet informed him that the other two had caught up to him.

He called forth a collar of fire that wrapped itself around Taehyung's neck raising him in the air until his feet barely scrapped the floor. Placing himself between Wynter and the two brothers as they stumbled into the room spells at the ready. Their hearts dropped as they saw Yoongi had their brother Sword at the ready, Yoongi stared them down, eyes dark, daring them to move.

Both Jin and Namjoon both dismissed their active spells putting their hands up. Namjoon’s brain was running through the different scenarios and outcomes of this, none of them were ideal. They could either save Taehyung or Wynter, but not both. “Back up,” Yoongi voiced in a low growl. His voice slightly distorted as he tried to reign in his demonic energy.

“Okay,” Namjoon said in a soft voice. “We’re not gonna do anything. Just let Taehyung go.” Their brother’s face was beginning to turn red as he tried and failed to stand on his toes. Namjoon could see that Tae had been able to get the stasis potion to her in time, so he could focus on saving his younger brother for now.

“How stupid do you think I am? Why would I let the only leverage I have go?”

“Valid point, but out of the two you’ll let him go before Wynter, correct?” Namjoon, questioned. He didn’t understand why the demon was guarding her so fiercely but he did see the way that Yoongi’s eyes narrowed when her name was mentioned. Moving ever so slightly to block their view of her. Namjoon could see Jin in peripheral trying inch his way towards the bed, so Namjoon needed to keep the demon talking. Before he could even utter another word, Yoongi’s gazed locked on the eldest.

“Back up before I removed his head from his body.” Yoongi closed his hand slightly, tightening the collar around Tae’s neck, the heat digging in and burning. Both Jin and Namjoon yelled at the younger mans struggle to intake air. His face becoming redder at the sudden loss of oxygen. Yoongi loosened the ring up a bit, he had no problem killing any of them in order to save Wynter, but had a feeling that she wouldn’t want it that way.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on or your interest in her, but what I do know is that Wynter needs help and us fighting isn’t going to solve anything. So please let us help her,” Namjoon pleaded with Yoongi. “The statasis spell won’t last forever and the longer this stand off last the less time we have to save Wynter.”

Yoongi lowered his sword slightly, chancing a peek behind him to her unconscious form lying on the bed. He knew logically that the shaman was correct, at most what Yoongi could do was expel the curse from her again, but clearly more was needed. Her countenance too weak and the curse too persistent for her to be able to naturally repel it. Wynter needed a long term healer to help rebuild her strength and a master of charms and potions to keep it away, and Yoongi was looking at two in front of him.

He was going to have work with them to help her and while it went against everything in him he needed to do it. The tightening in his chest was threatening to snap the thread the bound them together, reminding him of the urgency of her situation. “I agree.” Yoongi dropped his hand and the collar around Taehyung’s neck disappeared. The boy dropped to the floor coughing and gasping for air. The skin around his neck bloody and burnt from the fiery collar. “What business I have with Wynter is mine, but all you need to know is that I need her alive.”

Keeping his sword level and at the ready, Yoongi moved out of the way to create enough space for one of the men to get beside the bed. “You, healer,” pointing his sword at the broad man, Yoongi nodded for him to make his way of to the bed. Jin slowly crept to Wynter’s bedside until he could kneel beside it. The room was tense as Jin worked to heal Wynter, the spell helping to slow down the effects of the curse so that it wasn’t overtaking the sections he was healing. He worked methodically down her frail body until he was satisfied with his work.

The whole time Yoongi kept his unwavering gaze pointed at the two remaining brothers in the corner. As the healer worked on her could feel the tightening in his chest lifting making it easier for him to breathe, bring him back from the edge of completely losing it. If this is what having a soulmate entailed then he wasn’t sure he wanted it. “All done.” Jin murmured. “I healed her as best as I could given the circumstance,” Throwing a sideways glance at the demon, “But once the stasis lifts the curse it just gonna undo all of my work.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Yoongi backed up until te back of his legs hit the bed. Making the quick but stupid decision to let his guard down so that he could give Wynter his full attention, uncalling the sword so that he could use both hands. Trusting that the shamans wouldn’t attack him at the risk of injurying her. A little of the color had come back into her face as she laid there unmoving. Gently placing a hand on her forehead, Yoongi brushed some of the curls away from her face. “Can you hand me a vessel or container?”

Eyes never leaving Wynter as he heard rustling behind him. A clay jar was handed to him. He needed to moved quickly once the stasis was gone or all this would be for nothing. His gaze traveled to he plush lips, his own tongue coming out to lick his own. Ever so gently he slotted his mouth against hers, parting her lips with the tip of his tongue. He than slowly began drawing the curse up until it rested in her throat. “Reverse the spell.”

“What?” Namjoon stood by, jaw clenched, as he watched the scene unfold. Watched the tenderness that Yoongi took with her.

“You heard me undo the fucking stasis spell.”

Taehyung could see that Namjoon was going to argue some more, hearing the whirlwind of thoughts spiraling through his mind, so he just reversed it himself. He could see that there was something connecting both Yoongi and Wynter, but couldn’t tell what it was as the demon was keeping the connection shrouded. But from what he could feel it didn’t feel malicious. Once the spell was broken Wynter’s rolled to her side before violently throwing up in to the jar. The black tar like substance burning her throat as it came out.

She could hear Yoongi’s soft praises in her ear as he rubbed her back, encouraging her to get it all out. It felt like forever until the retching stopped. Tears gathered on her eyelashes from the force of being sick, body trembling as it tried to process the adrenaline that her body was producing. Through blurred eyed she could make a out a three figures in the corner, one stepping up to hand something to Yoongi. The coolness of a damp rag wiped her face clean of any black goo that was on it and cooled her over heated body.

Collapsing exhausted onto bed Wynter fought her eyes falling shut again. Trying to get her bearings and figure out what was going on. The last thing she remembered was speaking with Namjoon, and now she was here with her demon in some unknown room. “Yoongi,” her voice raspy and frayed from vomiting. “What’s going on? Where are we?” It took all of her strength but she needed answers. Yoongi’s brows furrowed as he regarded her.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Go to sleep.” Placing a hand on her hand he gentle pushed her under. She fought it not want to go back into unconsciousness. The neverending darkness suffocating in the way it surrounded her in her mind. The searing pain that accompanied it was enough for Wynter to grasp Yoongi’s wrist and try to stop him.

“Please, I don’t want to. It’s scary.” Tears spilled out of her eyes as she tried to sway him. Yoongi wanted nothing more than reassure her that she was safe and climb in that bed with her and hold her until she slept on her on.

He couldn’t though. Wynter needed to rest, a task that she was not going to do on her own at the moment. “Gongjunim, you need to rest.” Yoongi watched her big brown eyes search his, slightly hazy from fighting the compulsion. “I’ll be right here, I promise.” Once she deemed that Yoongi wasn’t going to leave her she went under.

Yoongi could feel the hole being stared into his back as he watched Wynters features soften with sleep. Hardening his own face Yoongi stood up to his full height. “You need to make a amulet for her, that’ll keep the curse away.” He spoke to Namjoon. The younger man looked at him as if he would rather rip Yoongi’s head off, but taking a quick look at his brothers decided against it.

“Explain.” Namjoon’s tone was hard and left no room for argument. He was uneasy by the way that Yoongi had put Wynter asleep against her will.

“You can listen and work can’t you. I didn’t think you were incompetent.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes but began collecting the various item he would need. “Who summoned you?” Yoongi gaze flickered towards the oldest, Jin, when he spoke. His arms were crossed making him look broader and slightly more intimidating.

“Wynter did.” Yoongi noted there was a pregnant pause after he gave the revelation. “In her defense though she didn’t know she was calling for me specifically. She was dying and desperate I just happened to be curious.” A half truth but one that seemed to satisfy.

“So you didn’t place this curse on her?” Jin continued his questioning.

“Clearly not.” Quirking his brow Yoongi challenged Jin to continue. To his surprise the shaman didn’t show any signs of backing down. Instead he watched as Jin fortified himself.

“Okay.” Namjoon was still standing at the cabinet trying to gather supplies. “What type of curse is it then?”

Yoongi hesitated, scratching the back of his neck, as Namjoon peered at him from over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Never seen one like it before.”

All three men turned their attention to him. “You’ve never seen it before?” Taehyng rubbed a healing ointment on his neck as he stared at the demon. Most curses were accounted for and well documented so Yoongi understood their confusion. He explained that he exhausted the resources that he had available to him and that it seemed to be a combination of two separate curses.

The Kim Clan listen patiently as he explained what was going on and his theories. It was times like this that Yoongi was happy to be able to see into peoples minds. He didn’t need to guess how they would react to what he was telling him, but knew that while they seemed to believe what he was saying none of them trusted him with Wynter. Particularly Namjoon.

“Well, that’s all fucking concerning, but,” Namjoon’s glared up at Yoongi from the amulet he was working on. “None of that explains why you seem so interested in Wynter.” Yoongi knew that this was coming, with the way the man’s thoughts of her were tinged with a hint of yearning. He knew that they knew that he didn’t really need to be here any longer than necessary unless he was choosing to.

A scratching in his mind alerted him to one of the men trying to gain access to him mind. Leveling a glare, the youngest ones cheeks were dusted pink as he got caught. Scoffing Yoongi answered the clearly thought probing question. “We made a contract.”

“What did she offer you that could enticing enough to cause you to stay?” Namjoon inquired in a condescending tone.

“Anything.” Yoongi smirked. The air seemed to leave the room at that. The three brothers freezing in place as they tried to wrap their head around the fact that the woman laying soundly asleep would offer that. “Plus someone is actively trying to kill her and until I can be assured that I’m not going to loose this frankly delicious soul I’m going to be here.”

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dandelion-wings · 2 years ago

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I said I didn't want to write in this register today and then @theabysscomeshome and I kept tossing stuff at each other and. uh. This bit stuck with me. Here's some of the other and very serious end of that particular AU!

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Jean is chained down in darkness. Darkness and silence and nothing she can feel against her skin except the chains themselves, burning and sparking, binding her down in the nothingness in which she floats. It's not even darkness, really; it's not black, there's simply nothing before her eyes at all. There's no air, and she feels stifled, choked, her lungs seizing when she tries to scream, swallowed up by the airless emptiness all around her.

But she can hear someone else screaming. A child. The voice rings through her head in the absence of sound, a string of frantic, desperate pleas, almost sobbing, but with a hopelessness underlying the words that doesn't leave room for tears.

:I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me out, please, I won't do it again, let me out, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let me out, I'll do whatever your son wants, I promise, let me out...:

The voice goes on, a litany of distress and fear, winding through Jean's mind until it's almost as oppressive as the chains without. She chokes on the nothingness as she tries to speak again, to answer, to beg them to stop begging. The chains dig in even more deeply; she shudders and can't even flail, the chains too tight, every one of them like a line of fire against her skin, holding her twisted into a position with no give at all. There's no purchase for resistance, nothing to push against, nothing she can say and no one to hear.

Fear hammers at the back of her mind, the child's voice blurring into a wordless wail that joins with her own growing terror. It closes in even more tightly than the chains. She can't get out, she can't get free, she's trapped here in the nothingness with the burning chains forever, she'll never go home and she'll never stop hurting and she'll never hear another voice again-

She jolts awake, her heart hammering, her mouth dry, and realizes it's not her own fear making her breath stutter in her chest.

:Let me OUT-:

:Kaeya?:

A moment of silence, and then Kaeya shoves himself forward, slamming her back into the depths of her own mind. He sits up and runs hands through her hair, then grips tight and digs fingernails in until her scalp stings. Even with full control of her breathing he can't seem to get it steady.

:Kaeya,: she says again, and he slams her back again. Harder, further, someplace she hadn't even known he could send her.

She can't feel her body anymore, even dimly, can't feel her own hands in her air or the pounding of her heart or any movement that Kaeya might make. Can't hear her harsh breathing, can't smell the soap in her sheets, can't even see--she thought they could always see, Kaeya through his eye and her through her own, however else they arranged themselves around each other. The fear crushing her isn't someone else's anymore, it's hers. She hadn't known she could do this, maybe Kaeya hadn't known he could do this, but now that he knows he could keep her here forever and she couldn't do a thing.

Time drags on. She's not sure how long; there's no way to measure it, not even the beating of her heart. Trying to fight back the fear, Jean focuses on other things, her upcoming work schedule, Ordo regulations, the plans she and Kaeya had made for the morning- no, not those. The child's wail of the dream creeps into her thoughts, and Jean finds herself trying to pick it apart, to work out the underpinnings of it so that maybe, in understanding that terror, she can conquer her own similar one.

'I'll do whatever your son wants....'

Crepus Ragnvindr, she remembers from some after-action report about the caravan attack, had owned a Rhinedottir Box. They block all magic, per their design--their creator hadn't been particular. But they're supposed to be particularly effective in containing poorly-bound or otherwise potentially dangerous Abyssal artifacts. If a spirit's powers break loose, they won't be able to harm anyone around them. Kaeya wasn't that kind of dangerous, not back then, or Diluc's father would never have given him the earring. And yet- Jean has never thought to wonder, before, what such imprisonment might feel like to the spirit.

She's not sure how long she's been peeling that thought apart to its unpleasant core (Diluc's father used to take Kaeya back for a few days or even weeks now and then, she remembers, before Diluc had joined the Knights and needed him constantly; and Diluc had said once, laughing at the ridiculousness of it, that Kaeya was afraid of his father, like there was anything frightening about Master Crepus) when Kaeya finally opens up whatever he's blocked and she can see and hear and feel again.

And is in control again, which she doesn't realize until she's nearly thrown herself out of the open window he'd been sitting beside in her desperation for fresh air. She hangs halfway out of it and gasps great lungfuls, ignoring the cold bite of it in her lungs. There's a shivering all through her that she can't stop, and her heart is pounding again, loud in her ears. It takes a long, long time and a lot of breathing for her heart to slow and calm, and for her to be shivering from merely cold.

The moon has set, but dawn isn't yet glittering on the eastern horizon. It's only been an hour or two at most. Never mind that it had felt so much longer.

"What you just did," she says aloud, slowly, carefully, trying to keep her voice even instead of screaming like she'd badly like to do, "felt almost exactly like your dream."

:And why do you assume it was mine? Here I thought we were in the middle of a metaphor about all those duties and responsibilities you're so fond of taking on. Don't tell me you've never felt choked by them before. I do know better.:

Jean takes another deep breath and chooses to ignore the needling. She has all too good an idea of what he's trying to hide behind it.

"Did Diluc know?" she asks instead.

:Know what?: Kaeya's tone has gone from needling to sharp, with the mean edge that she knows is a bare step from outright viciousness. :That you let everyone around you load you down like a slime balloon, or that you seem to be claustrophobic?:

"That's not what I-" Jean catches herself before she can snarl back. "Never mind."

She reaches to close the window, then pauses, hand on the sash, and takes a step back instead. There's extra blankets in the chest at the foot of her bed. Taking one out, Jean straightens her bed, lays it over the top and tucks the ends in, and then can't make herself climb beneath their weight quite yet. She circles her room, picks up a few small things that Kaeya must have knocked over on the way to the window, steps into her washroom and wipes the sweat from her face, and then returns and sits by the open window again.

Very quietly, all the edge drained from his tone, Kaeya says, :He never asked.:

No. No, he wouldn't have. Diluc could never have imagined any cruelty of his father.

A gust of wind through the window makes Jean shiver. She doesn't even start to reach to close it this time. Instead she goes back to the bed, pulls both blankets off, and returns to the window seat. Wrapping them around herself, she sits and leans against the windowframe, looking out into the night.

:I'll take care not to shut you off quite that much again,: Kaeya says, going for his usual polished smugness and not quite managing it yet. It's close enough.

"Thank you," Jean says, because there's nothing else she can say--there's nothing she can do about it if he ever decides to take back that promise. But she doesn't think he will.

He doesn't say anything else. Both of them sit there in silence at the window, wrapped in blankets, breathing in the cold, fresh winter air, until dawn finally breaks.

#fic bits #bindings au #torture tw #just to be on the safe side i didn't exactly go far #mostly some sensory deprivation

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the-modern-typewriter · 3 years ago

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I love your stories! No one does hero/villain quite like you. Might I request a snip about a villain capturing a hero and making the hero strip out of their uniform before treating them to "hospitality"? (Or it could be a group of villains and/or a group of heroes, whatever configuration's you find more fun to write). Thank you!

"Strip."

"Seriously?" The hero tried to laugh, but it came out a bit choked and off. "My, my. I always knew you had a thing for me, but...damn."

"Well, how else will you be properly dressed for dinner?"

"I'll be fine like this. It's my signature! You know, it's important that people recognise me, right?"

"Mm, no. Undress."

"Mm, no."

"Look." The villain grimaced, folding their arms across their chest, heat rising to their face. "We both know you'd hide weapons in every possible bit of clothing you could! I'm not - I don't actually mean -" They levelled a glare at the hero. "Just undress, alright? Before the others come to see what's taking so long."

"Mm, no."

"I'll do it for you, if you prefer."

The hero glared right back, spreading their arms in a 'well, you're gonna just have to bloody well try it' sort of gesture. No flirting, then, not even any false ease.

The villain's gaze turned flat, black and dangerous. All of the awkward, flustered compassion drained from them. "Fine," they bit out. "If you want to make this difficult. Fine."

The villain pounced, and maybe the hero could have had a shot at defending themselves normally, but not then. Not after everything. The hero froze at the touch of a knife against their throat, breathing going shallow.

"Could have done this nicely," the villain said. "With some dignity."

"Fuck off."

The villain shot them a glance, almost askance at whatever venom they heard in the hero's tone, but didn't hesitate to cut down through the material of the hero's clothes.

Maybe they needed to invest in something more bullet-proof or hard to tear; as if they had the money for that. As if it wasn't already far too late.

Various weapons did, though, fall to the ground in a clinking, thudding pile that might have been funny in other circumstances. Maybe.

The hero closed their eyes instead, shivering as the cooler air hit their skin, in startling juxtaposition to the warmth of the villain's - faltering - hands.

A terrible silence descended on them.

The hero willed their shoulders not to tense, even if they could already feel the unease locked in every inch of their body. Would it really be worse to see the villain's expression, then to stand so exposed with their eyes shut? It wasn't like it was letting them pretend that what was happening wasn't happening any more effectively.

The villain's finger traced down the path of one of the hero's many, many scars. Their touch was steady again, assessing, as if it had never been otherwise.

The hero opened their eyes, a lump lodged in their throat. They took a step back, still panting raggedly for breath after their tousle. They folded their arms across their chest, closing off as much as they could. They weren't even fully undressed yet.

"Oh," the villain said softly. "I see."

"You really don't. You're just making assumptions."

"Correct me, then."

The hero said nothing.

The villain stepped closer again, and the hero flinched back before they could stop themselves, as the villain reached for the zipper of their trousers.

The villain raised a brow, warning of the fact that they could simply lunge once more. Again, not awkward, but it felt like it was more because some barrier had slammed up on their features. On everything about them.

The hero gritted their teeth, trying to decide if it was better to pretend they had even a modicum of control in the matter.

"Having as much fun taking my clothes off as you always thought? I could just - all the other weapons, I could -"

"You know I can't trust you." The villain reached out again, though slower that time, and reeled the hero in a little closer by their belt buckle. "I'm going to give you replacement clothes, though. No one else is going to see you like this." Their voice was oh so carefully measured. "I'm not a monster."

"But what you're doing right now is monstrous."

The villain didn't seem to have a good response to that, their attention sweeping down over the hero's bare skin once more. At the very least, the purr, the flirting, had vanished from them too.

The hero should have kept flirting. Made this into something else. Made it into something they could stomach.

"You better not be waiting for me to tell you to go ahead," the hero snapped. "It's not going to happen."

The villain moved again then, taking apart the rest of the hero's defences, until there was nothing left to cover them at all.

The pile of weapons next to them seemed impossibly large, all things considered, not that the hero could even reach for them. The villain's powers allowed no direct attack.

If the hero wanted to be fair, which they didn't, they wouldn't have wanted the villain to be able to even possibly smuggle anything in, if the situation was reversed.

The villain stepped back, gaze sweeping over the hero again.

The hero willed them not to comment, or maybe they wanted them to say something awful and mocking - they weren't sure. The silence only proved how wrong everything had gone, so quickly, because it wasn't like them.

"Like what you see?" the hero tried to ask, only it was an inaudible sort of croak because they couldn't actually get it out past the terrible feeling in their throat.

The villain turned away, plucking a new set of clothes from a cupboard nearby, and held them out to the hero - forcing them to step closer to retrieve it, like a shy dog coaxed with the promise of a treat.

The hero didn't think they'd ever actually hated the villain before, but it boiled through them then, confused and tangled up.

Even when they yanked on the t-shirt and joggers, wishing for something that covered more of their arms, they didn't feel better. Because the villain had seen.

They had seen the scars, the marks, and the words scratched in. The rules shimmering with blood and magic.

Another of those painful silences stretched between them, and then-

The villain's jacket, long-sleeved as it was, hit the hero in the face.

The hero floundered, but caught it.

"Nice abs, by the way," the villain said, still a bit too deadpan and icy for them to not be making an effort at distance. But, it was an olive branch, of some strange kind, of something. The hero didn't know what.

All they knew was that they snorted, before they could stop themselves and then...then they just felt the tears burn.

"Thanks," they managed. "I made them myself."

They pulled the jacket on, grateful that the two of them were around the same size.

"Hm." The villain turned away, once more, sparing the hero further scrutiny. "Come along. If they ask what took so long, assume I kissed you."

The hero followed them, reeling.

#heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writing #story #fic #ficlet #hero x villain #villain x hero #idk what this is #it happened okay #creative writing #fiction #short story #story snippet #writing snippet #villains #heroes #there's a trope name for this #isn't there?

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rosysunsetz · 2 years ago

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4. seriously do not touch it- 16. youre not getting rid of me that easily

omg this is an amazing request ily for requesting this i have to find ur username but ill edit this 💗💗 @taekmeawayy im assuming you meant fluff and if u didnt ill just write another one w angst

nikolai x fem! reader

HIS QUEEN

You were touching up your makeup in your room. It was a peaceful day, filled with no emergencies or responsibilities. It was a rare thing — to be able to relax freely and do whatever whenever. But, you made sure to take as much advantage of it as you could.

It was time for your self care. You had done your skin care already, now; you were putting on makeup. That's when Nikolai decided to barge into your room with no greeting, no warning, nothing. The wood door slammed against the wall and you winced, but continued to do your makeup. You eyed Nikolai in the mirror quickly before focusing on your makeup again. You sighed as you heard him fiddling with your dangly lamp, shaking your head.

"Idiot." You muttered under your breath as you blended concealer over your eye bags. The blonde walked around your room, touching and messing with things he found interesting. Like a child. He was lucky he was cute, or else he'd be yelled at and thrown out of your room.

Suddenly, as you were blending your eyeshadow, you heard something fall. Your head snapped around to face the sheepish boy and you sighed, rubbing your temples.

He picked the fidget up before heading over to your open window, sitting next to a plant sitting on the windowsill. Your eyes widened and you rushed up from your seat at your vanity.

"Nik!" His head turned to face you as he touched the plant.

"Don't touch that!" You scolded him as you walked closer to him. He smiled innocently and played with the prickles of the plant.

"Seriously, don't touch that!" You yelled at him half an hour later as he once again, messed with an antique piece of art you had. It was rare, and extremely expensive. But it was also friddle and sensitive. One roll, and it was teared.

"Nik!" You whined as he gave you anxiety by almost bending the corner of the page. He just sent you a smile, before setting it down and walking over to you. He grabbed your hands that you ran through your hair, holding them with his.

"Yes, darling?" He innocently asked, tilting his head like a puppy. Usually, the pet name would give you butterflies and make you melt, but you were frustrated.

"Stop. Messing. With. My. Belongings." You stopped after each word to cause an effect. He smirked his signature smirk at your frustration and sat down on your bed, spreading his legs apart and leaning on his hands. The pose was suggestive, but you fought against his charms and sat beside him with a groan.

You turned your head to face him. "Everything you messed with today, was expensive! If they broke, I would've killed you." You told him angrily and you messed with the cold metal of your ring to calm yourself down. Finally, he turned his head to look at you.

He leaned in closer, each breath he took hitting your face, causing it to burn. "I would've bought a replacement for you, love. Anything for my queen." You scowled at the look on his face and scooted further away from him. But he just wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and lifting you up onto his lap. You glared at the smirk on his face and moved to get off him, but he tightened his grip on your thighs.

"I have to finish my makeup and go meet Genya in the gardens, Nik." You said as you once again tried to get off. He sent you a triumphant smile and you rolled your eyes once he grabbed your hips, literally holding you down.

"You and I both know that's a lie, darling. You're not getting rid of me that easily." He grinned cheekily at the pure annoyance on your face and you had a mental battle with yourself, before giving into the greek god in front of you. You leaned in till your lips almost touched his, glancing up to his eyes before back down to his lips.

"Fine. I can wait a few minutes." You admitted, Nik only smiling wider as he wrapped his hand around your jaw, pulling you closer till your lips touched.

a/n: this was adorable and i lowkey wanna go bring a toaster with me into the bath but 😁

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai lantsov #soc #rule of wolves #zoya the dragon queen of ravka #king nikolai

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hrrgrve · 2 years ago

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“you okay, toms?”

no he definitely wasn’t okay. something was wrong. really wrong.

the three of them were all hanging out, lounging around steve’s pool drinking beer when steve pulled out a bag full of weed and waved it around for the other two. “i got it from this other guy, i think his name was eddie or something? last name munson?whatever, it’s a lot cheaper than what we get from matt, anyway. so, i thought we’d try it out!” both billy and tommy were up for it seeming as they were almost out of beer, and just decided fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen?

he regretted it. so much.

his throat felt swollen, his eyes stung like a bitch and his nose wouldn’t stop running. he was borderline hyperventilating, and steve panicking was not helping in the slightest. billy, slightly less panicky than steve, was trying to get him to sit up somewhat hunched over because he said ‘it should help with the lack of fucking air getting into him’.

if he said he wasn’t shitting himself he’d be lying. it felt like he was dying, hell he actually might be. he doesn’t want to cry, not in front of his friends but he can’t help it—he thinks these are his last moments. steve walking back and forth panicking and watching as billy tries to alleviate as much of the symptoms as he can, his last moments are gonna be him crying telling billy how he’s not ready to die and billy hushing him and reassuring him that he’s in-fact not going to die.

“steve, i need you to go to my car and in the glove compartment there’s an epipen—go get it now!”

how the hell is he so calm?!

tommy watches through tears as steve runs off, oh god i need an epipen? isn’t that bad? wait why does billy have an epipen?

“hey, toms. look at me.” billy moves his face in front of tommy’s. “you’re going to be alright, ‘kay? you’re not going to die, not on my watch, you got that?” he lets himself believe him. he’s gonna be fine. i’m gonna be okay. the hyperventilating lessens as he tries to calm himself down. he holds onto billy’s forearms for dear life as he repeats the words in his head like a mantra. i’m gonna be okay. i’m gonna be okay. i’m gonna be okay. i’m gonna be okay.

in a flash, steve is there handing the epipen to billy who immediately takes action. he lines the epipen against tommy’s thigh. “this might sting, ‘kay?” and tommy braces himself as billy brings his hand back and slams it onto his thigh. the needle immediately goes through his jeans and into his skin. it stings but he grins and bears it. 10 seconds. 10 bloody seconds that thing was stuck to him.

finally!! billy took it out and tossed it to the floor. his hands find tommy’s again. “try and stay calm, alright? i know it’s hard but just try, it should start working soon.” he nods a little at that and keeps his hold on billy, trying his best to ignore the fact he can’t fucking breathe. by some miracle, after a couple of minutes, he can start to feel the effects of the epinephrine and the swelling in his throat is starting to go down. he wants to sob. he breathes in and is so relieved to find air reaching his lungs at last. he hears the two sigh out of relief maybe fear or both. “jesus christ you scared the hell out of me, man.” he hears steve practically crying out.

“never buy weed from that fucking guy again,steve!” billy barks

#poor tommy #i kinda really like this #should i make this longer?#billy hargrove #steve harrington #tommy hagan #harringrove #tomgrove #keg boys #stranger things #fanfiction

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tetralea · 2 years ago

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Sick prompt no.30 "I got you, I got you" when omega charles takes too much pills to delay his heat and then they take a toll on him. The side effect of the pills can be whatever you want. The important thing is his alpha is there, or run all the way up before other alphas can get charles.

Some sick omega Charles under the cut. Thank you for the request! 💕

A tripe header at the worst possible time. Charles buries his face in his palms how did his medics fuck up like this, they knew the schedule, how is he supposed to stop his suppressants right know and go into heat right at before the first race of the three? There was no way, he was not gonna fuck his team up so much, how could he. Closing his eyes he took the next pill, not stopping for a break. There might be side effects but he could deal with those later.

Three weeks into his self treatment the last race is about to begin, he feels a bit dizzy and he couldn’t really keep much food down since the morning but he blames the heat of the sun and the asphalt. He is just tired, overworked, it will be better when he can rest. He gets into his car without a word, only shaking his head when a slight wave of heat spreads in his chest. It’s just the sun.

Getting out of the car he feels delicious from the adrenaline and the exhaustion. He is on the podium. He goes trough the interviews and the celebrations, not even noticing the signs his body desperately tries to send him. Not only after later when he is showered, calmed down and started to relax.

His body feels weird, he is still dizzy and now constantly nauseous. Shivers occasionally run up and down on his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and the burning sensation is now constant in his chest. Just one more meeting.

He is done and he makes it to his trailer. Barely. He feels weak and spent more like he would after a race. He shivers and some of the men are turning after him in an alarming way. He slams the door behind himself and looks around. Max must be with his team still. He just had a shower but he feels like his skin is prickling like there is a fine layer of sweet on his body again. He feels sick and not like the mild nausea from before. It’s burning his stomach, his muscles and the back of his neck feels unbearably hot. He finally eat something during a meeting he was not gonna throw up, he promises to himself and sits on the couch.

Maybe an hour passes by and he feels horrible his body is burning up, lips dry no matter how much he drinks, his stomach feels like he is taking constant rollercoaster rides, but he could keep the food down so far. He texted Max already but he got no reply. He felt his body slowly showing the sign of his long due heat and he knew the thin walls of the trailers did so much to cover his scent and keep other alphas out. He called Max. Nothing. Tried again, nervously tapping on the light material of the couch. Nothing.

A sharp cramp in his abdomen made him double down, wrapping his arms around his middle, tears gathering in his eyes. “Max where are you?” He whispered to himself before gritting his teeth and grabbed the deodorant like tube from his bag. He sprayed himself with it, maybe a bit too much hoping that it would cover his scent until he finds his alpha.

There was no plan. His brain run on autopilot. He needed Max.

Getting out of the somewhat safety of his trailer was the stupidest idea but somewhat being alone in his state scared him more than walking and trying to find his alpha. They weren’t mated, but most alphas in the paddock should know about them already.

Walking was a bad idea. He was beyond dizzy and delirious. His sweaty palms pressed into the side of his trailer to find some support as he dragged his body forward. He was panting, his head feeling terribly heavy, as he tried to keep himself upright. His vision blurred the lights feeling too strong, stinging his eyes.

This was a horrible idea, but going back would have made even less sense, so he tried to push himself away from the edge of his trailer, making a weak effort to reach Max. His scared, sick ridden scent filling the area around the trailers already. His wet palm slipped on the pristine outside of the trailer, making him lose his balance, his body heavily falling to the metal object with a loud noise. His legs slowly gave up, and he felt like his mind was playing tricks with him when he saw a few men running towards him, shouting his name but it felt like the voices were too distant. Before his mind gave in he felt two arms wrap around him and a familiar scent filling his nose. “Charles, hold on. I got you, I got you.”

Max.

When he woke up next his head was pounding, his body was heavy but supported by something soft beneath him. He tried to move but his muscles here hot and unmoving, only a groan escaped his dry throat.

“Hey, easy.” Max was quickly by his side, smoothing a palm on his arms to keep him on the bed.

He looked around. He was back in his trailer, Max was sitting right next to him, with worry written all over his face, while Daniel was standing close to the door equally concerned.

“What happened?” He asked, his voice hoarse, a hand reaching out to hold Max’s.

“That is exactly my question. We found you passing out next to the trailers alone.” Max’s voice was calm but filled with worry and a bit of an anger. “Daniel could smell something was wrong and went to check on you in the motor home, but you were gone so he run to get me.” He was scolding his omega with a soft tone, slowly rubbing the back of his hand. “You look really sick, but when we left after the podium you didn’t say something was wrong.” A small squeeze to Charles’ hand made his heart clench in his chest too, Max sounded and smelled worried his eyes searching his body to tell is he was hurt anywhere. “Maybe your heat hits you worse this time?” He asked carefully.

Charles bit his lips turning his head towards the window. “Something like that.” He mumbled letting out a big sigh. “Please don’t get mad, I was supposed to get my heat three weeks ago, right before the triple header,” he explained slowly. “But that would have meant me and maybe you too missing one or two of the races and I couldn’t let that. So I kept talking the suppressants.” He felt and sounded guilty, eyes still averting both alphas.

“What?” Max’s question was calm, in disbelief. He never noticed he was so occupied by the races he never noticed Charles missed his heat. Now it was his turn to feel unbearably guilty, he was supposed to take care of his little omega, no?

“I’m sorry.” Charles whispered now looking at his alpha, his tired eyes filled with worry and guilt. “I forgot to take the one today and I thought the heat of the place made me feel sick and dizzy. I’m feeling really weak and horrible, Max.”

Max didn’t say a word just climbed on the other side of the bed, ushering Charles up to sitting, making him nestled against his chest, legs arching above his thighs, shoulder pressed under his arm, the flushed cheeks pressing into his shoulder. “Is okay, I’m here now. You can rest.” He said peppering the brown hair with kisses until Charles pressed his nose to his neck inhaling deeply.

“Have you talked to your doctor?” Daniel spoke first since Charles woke up. “Maybe they should know, maybe they can give you something to feel better.”

Charles shook his head. “No, I really thought it was the sun and the warmth.”

“Let them know, just in case. When I could sense your scent I thought you were attacked even trough the tons of sprays you put on, so I might be good to see if you are for sure alright. Taking those pills for so long can cause so much worse things than getting you sick.” Daniel sighed, closing his eyes for a second. He was a bit older, having much more experience.

“I will, thank you Daniel.”

“Do you think you can get home before he goes into heat?” Now he turned to Max, with raised eyebrows. “I can help you arrange some things if you’d like.” He offered kindly.

“I think,” Max started and sniffed the top of Charles’ head,” I think he won’t go into heat immediately, maybe tomorrow night, but not yet.”

Daniel nodded.

“We’ll need to call Christian and Mattia, but we can fly home tomorrow.” He was holding Charles close, his fingers wandering on the cotton clothes and exposed skin, covering Charles with his scent all over. “I think it will be fine, but I’ll call if we need help.” He promised with a soft smile, resting his chin on top of Charles head who felt like he dozed off on him quickly.

“Alright, mate. Take care of him.” The brown eyes wandered to the omega curled up on Max. He was always surprised how tall Charles was when he stood, now he looked small and utterly vulnerable draped over his alpha.

Max nodded with a small smile and turned his gaze to his sleeping omega as Daniel left. “Please never leave a safe place like this ever alone.” He whispered into the quiet of the room. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

“Sorry,” Charles mumbled sleepily and unexpectedly. “I love you, Max.” He added, arms going around the strong neck rubbing his face against it, a soft purr leaving his body instantly.

“I love you too, my little omega.” The blonde rumbled softly, leaning down to catch the soft lips in a gentle kiss. “Now sleep, you’ll need some energy if you’ll be in heat soon.”

#charles leclerc #lestappen #smut #abo lestappen #abo verse #omega verse #sick prompts #dori’s bedtime stories

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redwhump · 2 years ago

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Self-Sharpened Fangs: The Point

Masterlist

Note: The character Cade that's been referenced in a few of the other part has been renamed to Isaac. Cade was too close to the name Kai/dan (the name of a character from the Ma/ss Effect games), and that kept messing me so I changed the name.

Contains: vampire whump, human whumpee, vampire whumper, captivity, beating, begging, broken bones, punctured lung, fear of death, cursing

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Slam. Emilian startled awake, and even before he was awake enough to understand what the sound had been, he scrambled back, away from the door, into the corner of the room.

Isaac stood in front of the closed door, his expression clearly one of anger. Em shivered. He tried to press himself further into the corner to escape the fury in the vampire's eyes.

"Come here."

Em didn't want to be anywhere near Isaac. Not when he'd entered the room already furious. And he didn't want to do as he was told like he was some pet, though that desire was overpowered by fear more often than not, these days. The fear of what Isaac would do if he didn't obey usually overpowered both his fear of the vampire's rage and whatever shreds of defiance he still had left. It would have done so now, except before Em managed to move his frozen muscles, Isaac stalked towards him and yanked him to his feet and towards the center of the room by the front of his shirt. He let out a yelp he would once have been embarrassed by.

He opened his mouth to beg, to apologize. He hated himself for it, but appeasing his captor mattered more than his pride. He'd already made everything worse by not obeying fast enough for the vampire. He could have lived with the humiliation, but Isaac didn't give him the chance, clamping a cool hand over his mouth.

"You think," Isaac hissed, "you can defy me?"

You barely gave me time to obey, you fucking asshole. I would have done it, Em thought bitterly. He didn't mean for it to show on his face, but it must have. Isaac backhanded him, sending him sprawling across the floor from the force of the blow, pain blooming across the right side of his face. He slowly pushed himself up to his knees, blinking as he looked up at Isaac. His eyes weren't focusing, he could see Isaac twice. The right side of his face throbbed as he whimpered. He pressed a hand over his right eye, finding he could see normally from just his left eye. He took that as a good sign. He could at least see from one of his eyes.

"Now, be a good little human, and hold still," Isaac spoke in clipped words that dripped with anger.

"Go fuck yourself," Em blurted out, still too dazed from the blow to think before he said the words. He regretted it immediately as he watched Isaac's expression shift. He tried to move away, but the vampire was quicker, holding him in place with a tight grip on the hair at the side of his head. "Please, I didn't mean it, I'm--"

"You didn't mean it?" Isaac practically growled. It was the wrong thing to say, and Em should have known it would be.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please don't, I'm sorry," Em desperately tried to think of something, anything he could say to stop what he knew was coming. He didn't bother trying to hold back the tears.

"Sorry's not good enough." Something snapped as Isaac's fist struck Em's chest. He let out a breathy grunt as the blow forced all the air out of his lungs. He would have collapsed to the floor, but Isaac's fist in his hair kept him upright, if only barely. The pain of his hair tugging on his scalp was almost nothing compared to his face and his ribs. He opened his mouth to beg again.

Isaac clamped a hand over Em's mouth, thumb digging into his bruised cheek right under his eye. He whimpered into the vampire's hand, and distantly wondered if the bone the thumb pressed against was broken, or if the bruise was just that bad. His eyes were wide with fear and brimming with tears. He watched as Isaac smiled. He was enjoying this. Em realized he was trembling, and not just from fear. His face burned, his eyes stuck on the smile on the vampire's face.

How dare that monster enjoy this. He was going to obey, be good, just like he wanted. He'd apologized for being too slow, even though it was Isaac's own damn fault for barging in when he was still asleep. And the monster was going to hurt him for it anyway? What was the point, then, if it didn't change a single thing?

Em twisted his head, just enough to loosen the grip of the hand over his mouth. He bit down hard on the hand, the metallic taste of blood flooding his mouth. Warm satisfaction bloomed in his chest, and he would have grinned if he could have. He'd made Isaac bleed, for once. Some part of him was surprised the blood tasted no different from his own. He wished he wasn't familiar enough with the taste of his own blood to know that. Isaac tried to pull the hand away, to shake him off. He bit down harder. Isaac struck his chest again, where he had before, and Em let go with a choked scream. He doubled over, arms wrapped around himself, groaning. Isaac kicked him in the stomach hard enough to send him sliding across the flood.

Em didn't try to get up or scramble away. There was no point. There was nowhere to go. He curled up on the floor and tried to shield himself with his arms and legs as best he could, and hoped Isaac would be done soon. Isaac's first kick hit his shoulder. The next his shin. Another blow hit his wrist, the one that always hurt, even months after it had healed from the break. He cried out. Isaac kept going.

Em wasn't sure how long it took, or how many times Isaac kicked him. At some point, he stopped crying out or yelping or trying to beg for Isaac to stop, too focused on just breathing to do more than gasp. When the vampire stopped, the only sound in the room was Em's fast, shallow breaths punctuated by occasional coughing. He opened his eyes to see blood. Blood he'd coughed up. Terrified, he swallowed the blood still in his mouth, praying the blood was just from when he bit Isaac. He coughed again, small droplets of blood spattering onto his forearm.

Isaac dragged Em upright, kneeling on the floor in front of the crouched vampire. The vampire muttered something, his expression irritated as his eyes flitted across Em. Em didn't need to hear whatever the vampire had said to know what to do. He tilted his head to the side and tried his best not to flinch as Isaac sank his fangs into his neck. Please let this be over. Just drink and leave me be.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pretend he was anywhere else as he felt the sharp pain of fangs sinking into his neck. He tried to picture the picnic at the lake, just a few days before he'd been taken. The feeling of the sun on his face. His best friend's smile, the sound of their laughter. The song they'd played on the guitar. Anything other than this.

Em had done this enough times to know something was wrong when Isaac kept drinking, even after he'd taken the normal amount of blood. He still didn't fight it, at first, frozen in place. Maybe it was just part of the punishment. Maybe Isaac was just that hungry. He didn't want Isaac to hurt him more, he already hurt so much, he just wanted it to be over.

When Isaac had taken almost twice the normal amount, Em was terrified. This is it. He's going to kill me. He's going to drain me dry and dump my body somewhere where no one who ever cared about me will find it. Em sobbed. He tried to pull away, the movement sending stabs of pain into his neck as he tugged against Isaac's fangs. Isaac's fingers dug harder into his shoulder, so hard he was sure they would leave bruises there.

Em tried to shout for Adrian, but the best he managed was a short, high-pitched whimper.

No. I can't die like this. He tried to pull away again. He couldn't. He hit Isaac on the chest several times, though Isaac being so close made the blows even weaker than they would have been otherwise. Not that he was strong enough to actually hurt Isaac even under normal circumstances. He tried to pry Isaac off his neck. He scratched at the vampire's neck, the side of his face. He desperately tried to shove Isaac off. It was all so useless that Isaac didn't even bother grabbing his arms to restrain them.

Eventually, he was too dizzy and tired and weak to continue his futile struggling, the edges of his vision turning black.

Please. I don't want to die.

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I meant to post this yesterday but I couldn't think of a title I didn't hate.

Also, given where this is in the timeline, Em obviously doesn't actually die.

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tendousthoughts · 4 years ago

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HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 2

Character(s) included: Tsukishima & Ushijima

Warning(s): Cursing

Song of the day: Love The Way You Lie by Eminem

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Tsukishima

So the argument was your fault. The ‘harmless’ joke made its way to be more effective than you imagined. So maybe it wasn’t as funny as you thought to pour water on his head as soon as he got through the door. But it wasn’t your fault for not knowing he was having a tough day already.

“Baby.. please.. kei, I am sorry..” you whispered softly as you followed him in. You could tell he was angry. After all he just wanted to rest and now you just fucked everything up. “Kei.. please.” He turned to you.

“What?” He was drenched and tried to not let his attitude show. He just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.. it was just supposed to be a harmless prank..” you muttered softly now avoiding his eyes. They felt like they were burning holes into you.

“Oh wow so funny!” He looked at you. Now making eye contact you can feel the hints of venom in his voice. “It’s so fucking funny. You know sometimes I wonder if I ever did the shit you do to me back to you how would you react? I mean after all it’s just a fucking harmless prank! Do you ever just fucking think for a moment, ‘fuck maybe that’s not a good idea?’ Or no? I mean is you brain so fucking small and your so fucking dumb to the point you don’t have a good thought in there?!” His voice was loud, deep, and annoyed. You could almost see the hatred seeping from each word. You looked to the ground and took his hurtful and harmful words.

It was your fault after all.

After a moment he looked down at you, getting out everything he needed to say, well almost everything. “It fucking sucks to put up with you sometimes. I hope you know your fucking lucky.” There he went, finally finishing his bitter words. He left slamming the door behind him as he started the shower. The warm tears that you had been holding in now finally making their way out.

After grabbing a jacket, phone, wallet, and keys you leave. Feeling terrible that he had to put up with you. Locking the door as you left you decided to take a walk. It was cold and dark. It was a terrible idea to have, but there wasn’t much more that you could do.

After he finished his shower he got out looking for you. He had sorta realized the weight of his words. He knew he went too far.

After about five minutes he realized you were nowhere in sight. He changed and grabbed his phone. “Pick up..” he muttered, calling you. It was too cold for you to be out, let alone it was too dark.

You looked down at your phone and just ignored the call, scared to be yelled at again. It was freezing, now coming to the realization that you should have brought a bigger jacket. You head to a nearby ramen place to eat.

On his side he is freaking the fuck out. “Fuck fuck..” he muttered softly. He tried calling you again and to his surprise you picked up. “Y/n where are you?” He seems upset.

“Don’t worry about it.. just get some rest okay? Night.” You’re almost about to hang up where he starts talking again. He is frantic and you can tell he is extremely worried.

“Y/n please. It’s dark and cold and I don’t want you getting lost or anything worse please..” he mumbled softly. He is trying not to seem overbearing.

“I’ll be okay. Goodnight.” You hang up. Not to your surprise he calls you about five times as you order something to go for the both of you. After about twenty minutes you start to walk back. It’s pitch black and freezing. You put the bag on your arm and zip up your thin jacket. Now holding onto your phone on flashlight with one hand and with the other the soup trying to keep warm. It takes you another fifteen minutes to arrive and you open the door.

Tsukishima was waiting by the door. It was quite late so you bit your lip and closed the door after. In that time Tsukishima’s arms are already tightly around you. His eyes were red and puffy and it was clear he had been crying.

“I told you to get some rest, Kei..” you whispered softly, unsure why he was up. Kinda glad that the ramen did go to waste though.

“I am sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he started to cry again holding you tight. You were cold to the touch and to be honest if it weren’t for what he said earlier you would probably be really enjoying this.

“It’s okay.. I got some dinner..” you whisper breaking away from his grasp as you sit at the table him following after. He wiped away the tears sitting in front of you. He felt like shit. As you place the food in front of him he gives a weak thank you, which you just shake your head to and start eating.

After dinner you get up putting your dishes away. Getting ready for bed after. As you finish brushing your teeth and changing. You are met with his long warm arms around you once again. He missed you all day, and didn’t want you to be distant any longer. “I’m sorry y/n..” he whispered softly, tears rolling down his face.

“It’s okay kei.. don’t worry I know you didn’t, it was my fault anyway..” you muttered softly. “I’m sorry baby..” you wipe away his tears. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay..?” He just holds on tighter and shakes his head gently, picking you up. He decides to carry you to the room you two share. As he holds you, you whisper nothing but sweet words of love, trying to comfort him.

When he lays down you gently hold him. He clears his throat ready to apologize more. “Y/n.. I really didn’t mean any of that okay..? I really love you so much and I’m the lucky one. You’re so considerate and shit and you were just trying to play a prank but I had a really shitty day and just didn’t react well.. I’m sorry..” he whispered softly. His head is buried into the crevice between your shoulder and head. It was clear he was upset.

“Baby it’s okay.. don’t worry I know you didn't mean too.. it was my fault.." you whisper softly. His arms tighten around you holding you close. "I should have known it wasn't a good idea and just didn’t do it. Instead I decided to do it and then leave.. making you worried and stuff.. So I'm sorry.." you whispered softly.

He just shakes his head and smiles softly. "Okay.. I love you Y/n," he muttered softly as he closed his eyes. Quite tired from such a stressful day.

"I love you too Kei," you muttered back, staying up until you’re sure he is peacefully asleep. When you are sure, you drift to sleep. You are safe here. You are safe in his arms, being loved by him. This is where you are meant to be, forever.

Ushijima

Practice was shit. He missed almost everything that came his way, and to be honest it was getting to him. He was quite pissed seeing you with some other guy. No matter what or who they were, they weren’t him. That’s all that mattered. You were laughing and smiling with them and he was upset. So of course he would be off his game. Who wouldn’t? You were the person everyone wanted. Ushijima was lucky to be your boyfriend let alone even talk to you.

But the same could be said about Ushijima. He was known everywhere and you got jealous too at times. I mean who wouldn’t when he got gifts every time he entered a match. He barely talked to you then too, because he thought you would be too ‘distracting.’ So in the end you normally would sit in the back and chat with a few people but tried to stay focused. Today was different. It was a practice not a game. So you didn’t mind not paying attention.

Once practice ended you were met with Ushijima’s tall form in front of you. “Oh hey baby,” you smiled getting up. He doesn’t look too happy and gives the guy a stare that makes him almost immediately leave.

“Who’s he?,” he looked down at you again. You’re shorter than him but to be honest he loves it. He loves the fact that he can tease you with kisses or the fact he can pick you up.

“I just met him. He is pretty cool, turns out he was in one of my old classes.” You smile a bit.

“Oh. Okay let’s go.” He muttered softly. Now expecting a kiss on the head before you two leave you wait. It takes a moment before you realize you’re not getting one so you just follow after him.

“How was practice..” you ask when you guys get in the car. It was quiet and you didn’t like that. It was too quiet.

“You would have known if you were watching.” He was brief and quick with his answers. “It went bad.”

You shake your head softly and when you guys get back into the house it’s no better. Now deciding to break the silence once more. “What’s wrong baby..” you look at him. Something’s off. Completely off.

He looks to you maybe for the first time, in what.? Half an hour an hour of being in the same car. Whatever it was it didn’t matter, it was too long.

“I don’t know why you have to come to my practices and just distract me the whole time.” He doesn’t think about what to say before he does.

“What..? I didn’t run up to you like usual and I stayed in the back like you like! What do you mean ‘distract’ you?” You look at him confused.

“Maybe you shouldn’t come then. It seems like everywhere you have to just be in my way. Let alone you just bring people with you.” He looks annoyed and maybe you should just drop it. But you can’t. You did nothing wrong.

“What? I stayed out of your fucking way! I didn’t ask to come. You asked me too! It’s not like I begged you to come and then was up in your face the whole time. Like your so-called fans! They were up in your face the whole fucking time trying to give you gifts and shit! But ya I’m the distracting one!” You looked annoyed. Upset. Pissed off. Whatever you wanna call it.

“Really? Really? We wanna go there now? It’s not like every fucking time we walk the halls together someone doesn’t come up to say hello to you! Or asks if your fucking free, I mean it’s not like your with me or anything.” You can tell he is mad. But it isn’t your fault.

“Yes really! You have fucking people wait by the gates of the school for you. I mean that’s what I get for dating you right? I get a bunch of girls following my boyfriend, I get called a distraction when I come up to you and get called a distraction when I’m away from you. I don’t know what to fucking do at this point!” You can feel yourself tear up. This is fucked up.

“Wow. Of course. All my fucking fault. Mhm just blame it all on me. You know what fuck you, and fuck your high horse.” He slams the shared room’s door closed. You don’t say anything, deciding to just leave. You grab your stuff and close the door. It’s a bit chilly and you’re glad you grabbed a jacket. It wasn’t weird for you two to fight let alone get on each other’s nerves. But when it’s going good, it’s going great.

You leave heading to a friend’s house and stay the night. Unsure how you fucking feel at this point. What the fuck was up with him? You just tried to stay in your fucking lane. It hurts. It fucking hurts to be called a distraction. Maybe he didn’t get that. But you knew he did. He wasn’t that dumb. He wasn’t that fucking dense like everyone else thought. You knew he wasn’t. That was one of his worst insecurities and you knew it.

The next day you were dropped off at school and we’re surprised to see Ushijima waiting. You bit your lips walking right past him. You could see the hurt in his eyes. He had eye bags and his eyes were red and swollen. He seemed like he had been crying, you felt bad. But at the same time you didn’t. You needed him to understand how much you were hurt by his words.

When lunch came around he was waiting at the door of your classroom and you bit your lip. “Do you need something?” You ask. It took him a moment before he shook his head.

“Can we please talk.. I’m sorry..” he muttered softly. He was clearly still upset by yesterday’s fight and so were you.

“Okay. It’s fine I’m sorry too,” you look up now, his big arms were wrapped tightly around you. He sniffled softly as he was already tearing up again.

“I didn’t mean any of that.. you’re not a distraction and I love you so much baby..” he whispered softly. “I was just jealous and shit..” he muttered softly. “I don’t like it when you hang out with others and stuff and I know it’s not fair.. I just get worried you will like them more and just leave..” he whispered softly finally opening up.

“Hey look at me..” you whisper gently, taking your hands and wrapping them around his cheeks. “I won’t do that to you.. I love you so much, okay?” He shakes his head.

“I love you too y/n..” he muttered softly. He was tired and you could tell. Once you reached the cafeteria you sat next to him and he laid his head on your shoulder.

A soft laugh made its way out as you held him. God you love him. Nothing could ever change that. No matter any fight. You loved him and he loved you. That’s all that would ever matter.

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jessikahathaway · 4 years ago

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Baby Talk - Part II

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)

You’d hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.

Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.

Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.

Up and down and up and down.

But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldn’t happen.

It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. You’d gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.

So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.

It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.

Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.

Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.

You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. You’d never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.

Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jimin’s door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they weren’t decent?

Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...

But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?

FLASH.

BANG.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.

Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Jungkook’s worried voice echoed in your ear.

“She’s trembling,” Jimin said, rubbing your back.

“I-I I’m sc-”

FLASH.

BANG.

You cried and flung your arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.

‘Comfort her,’ Jimin mouthed.

Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s alright, Jimin and I got you. You’ll be safe,” Jungkook promised.

Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it can’t be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasn’t a good addition.

Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.

Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.

The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.

Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkook’s hand and headed back to their bedroom.

“God, that scared the fuck out of me,” Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.

“Me too,” Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

“Didn’t know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,” Jungkook said, frowning.

Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. “I know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,” he snorted.

“Ooh, yeah, that could work,” Jungkook said.

“I’d never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,” Jimin said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, maybe it shows that she’s starting to trust us. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,” Jungkook said, feeling awkward.

“Well, maybe we can fix that,” Jimin reasoned.

“What do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, leaning forward.

“Mmm, let’s take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, you’ve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. She’s gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,” Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.

“That would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,” Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do it,” Jimin said, gripping Jungkook’s hands.

“Okay, yeah!”

Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.

“Y/N! Come on,” Jungkook said, walking with Jimin’s hand interlocked with his.

“Coming, coming,” you sighed, following after them.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?” Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, sleepy,” you grumbled.

The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they would’ve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.

Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.

You didn’t seem to be having fun at all.

What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadn’t found something you wanted yet. Jimin didn’t want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.

Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe you’d find something you wanted in there.

Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.

Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.

The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...

“Are you two with the young lady over there,” the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.

“Ah, yes, she’s with us,” Jimin confirmed.

“I take it she’s not really into the whole shopping experience,” the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.

“We just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like she’d rather die than be here right now,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“Well, what are some things that she likes?” The shop attendant asked.

“Books,” both of them said quickly.

The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.

“My wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what you’re doing, sometimes that helps,” he offered.

Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.

“It’s worth a shot,” he said.

The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.

You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.

“Y/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?” Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“You said you wanted to take me shopping,” you said, gazing back at him.

“Exactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isn’t an issue here,” Jimin said.

Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. “I-I don’t really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“The last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“No I’m not upset I just feel awkward,” you explained.

“Oh, there’s no need to feel awkward Y/N, it’s just us,” Jimin reassured.

“People keep staring at us, like I’m some lame friend third wheeling on a date,” you sighed, rubbing your face.

Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.

They hadn’t realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.

God, they had messed this whole day up.

“Oh Y/N, we’re sorry,” Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.

“Not including you,” Jimin explained.

“There’s no need to include me-” you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.

“Yes there is, you’re carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, that’s not fair to you,” he said, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Yeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isn’t unhealthy for you or the baby,” Jimin said.

“This isn’t about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,” Jungkook said.

“Well,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.

“Yes?” Jimin said, leaning forward.

“It’s, well, I guess some new clothes wouldn’t be bad. I’ll need maternity stuff,” you told them.

“Yes! Absolutely! We can do that!” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.

However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.

“Sorry Y/N! I-I wasn’t thinking and I got so excited, sorry,” Jimin frowned at himself.

“It’s alright,” you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didn’t really matter.

“I need to be more gentle with you, you’re carrying our baby for Christ sakes,” Jimin huffed.

You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jimin’s face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldn’t really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.

However, you needed to get that under control.

This wasn’t your baby.

And that’s just how it was going to be.

Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.

“Ooh! Y/N, pink is your color,” Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.

Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.

Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.

Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.

You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.

Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasn’t an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.

It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress you’d tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.

Jimin was stunned.

You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.

Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldn’t help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.

“It looks really good, Y/N, I didn’t pick this one. Did you Kook?” Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.

“Jungkook?” You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.

“Yes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?” He asked you.

“I did, yeah,” you answered.

“Little sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?” Jimin teased.

Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jimin’s heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.

Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.

You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything they’ve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...

Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.

The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.

“It’s nothing crazy, just... We didn’t want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while you’re with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,” Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it must’ve cost.

“Please, don’t ask how much it cost. It doesn’t matter as long as it makes you happy,” Jimin whispered.

Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.

“Do you not like it?” Jimin asked.

“Is it too much? Did we go overboard?” Jungkook worried.

“N-No, it’s beautiful,” you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.

“Do you want to put it on?” Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didn’t throw this pendant back in their faces.

“Yes, please,” you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.

Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.

Then, they held up their wrists.

A sun and a star.

You looked and saw it was all a matching set.

“You guys, you really,” you said, smiling softly.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re our equal in this. You aren’t just a womb we’re renting,” Jimin said. “You’re a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.”

“We’re so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If there’s anything you want, anything you need, name it, we’ll get it for you. Scouts honor,” Jungkook said, holding up his hand.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didn’t want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N!” Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.

“God you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,” you sniffled.

“It’s not our fault!” Jimin said.

“It is very much your fault,” you said, holding your stomach gently.

A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkook’s blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.

“Okay, well... Thanks for today you two... I’m glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. I’m gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?” You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.

“Y-You’re welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,” he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.

“Okay, I’m gonna go take a shower then,” you said again, taking off towards the stairs.

Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.

“Jesus,” he said, panting hard.

“Do you, do you feel it too?” Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked.

“Fuck what’s wrong with us? She’s here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,” Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s frantic thoughts. He agreed. You weren’t someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didn’t send their minds spiraling.

“I know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?” Jungkook reasoned.

“I don’t know Kook, I don’t know,” Jimin said, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

—

The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.

It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.

Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.

“Y/N? Sweetie are you alright?” Jimin’s worried voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.

“Can I come in?” His light tone echoed through the room.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.

“Jimin? Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in the apartment.

“We’re in the bathroom Kook!” Jimin yelled.

Shortly Jungkook’s footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasn’t much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.

You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jimin’s instructions.

You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.

He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.

But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.

Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.

Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.

Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldn’t put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. He’d recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.

The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“I-I’m good,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “I think I just ate too fast.”

Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.

“As long as you’re okay,” he said, heading back towards the couch.

But your symptoms weren’t just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.

Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.

You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didn’t know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...

You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...

You’d miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.

The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.

You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.

Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.

You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.

“Y/N!” They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.

“Sweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?” Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.

“I-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,” you whimpered, covering your face again.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldn’t protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re right here, we aren’t going anywhere,” said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.

Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.

“You aren’t going to lose us, Y/N,” Jimin reassured.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.

“It’s alright, we’re scared too,” Jimin said, patting your hair gently. “But we’ll get through this.”

“There was so much blood,” you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.

“I was dying and you just... left me there,” you confessed.

“We could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,” Jimin said, sounding shocked.

“We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didn’t think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didn’t have to leave... But it couldn’t work like that.

Jimin’s work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didn’t want his help if he was dating a fellow man.

And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. He’d worked so hard to show he wasn’t any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.

They couldn’t drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasn’t wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.

With you walking out of their lives and your child’s life, forever.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.

“If something’s wrong we want you to tell us,” Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.

“I-I will,” you said, wiping your face.

“Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?” Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.

“I should be able to,” you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

“We can stay with you, until you’re asleep,” Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jimin’s head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.

“W-Would you?” Your soft voice spoke up.

Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.

Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkook’s.

The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet boy, don’t cry,” Jimin said, wiping his boyfriend’s cheeks carefully.

“Jimin,” he said, forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder.

“I know, it hurts me too,” Jimin whispered.

“I just want her to know that she’s not just a convenience, she’s so much more than that,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way you’re already so protective over the baby.

“I don’t know if it’s because she’s carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I don’t know what to do with myself Jimin,” Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.

“We just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and she’ll have a life after it too. S-She’s doing this because we’re paying her Jungkook. Of course that isn’t the only reason but, it is the main one,” Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.

Even though the words felt hollow in the air.

“I guess,” Jungkook said.

“You’ve got work early, we need to go back to bed,” Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...

Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.

It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.

The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.

“I hope we can see the baby well,” Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.

Jimin hummed in agreement. “Me too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, we’ll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!”

You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit you’d picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.

Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.

Soon, you were all at the clinic.

Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didn’t have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didn’t fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.

The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and you’d never felt something like this. However, that didn’t sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didn’t want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.

Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.

“It’s gotten worse,” you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.

“Really? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,” he said.

“It should be going away soon, I’ll be alright,” you reassured, patting his knee.

“Sometimes it doesn’t go away until the baby is born, I just don’t want you to suffer if we can do something about it,” Jungkook said softly.

“If it gets too bad, I’ll say something. Okay?” You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.

Jimin came back and took Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.

Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.

When no one had any, she proceeded.

“Okay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,” the tech asked, prepping the machine.

You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.

Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkook’s eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.

“Alright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,” the tech said, a big smile on her face.

“What?” Jimin said.

“There’s another head there, if you look right here,” she pointed at the screen. “Looks like you’ve got a set of twins in there!”

Jungkook’s eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.

You were stunned.

Twins?

The first try?

Wow, you really did win the lottery.

“Oh my God,�� Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Way to go, got those twins first try,” you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.

“It’s all thanks to you Y/N, we couldn’t do it without you,” Jungkook reminded.

“Are you guys going to want the pictures?” The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.

“Wow, look at their heads babe!” Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.

“I need to put it in my wallet,” he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.

You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, you’d done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didn’t want that to hold too much weight over you.

“We should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!”

You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.

Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that they’ll give Annie to Jin’s parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.

“Dress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!” Jin said through the phone.

You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.

“Everything alright there?” He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. We’re-good,” you said, pointing to your tummy. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.

“Okay, tell me if you need anything,” he said, turning around and facing the front once more.

You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.

Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadn’t really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didn’t see the need.

But, it wouldn’t hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...

You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.

Eventually, you were all set.

Except for the zipper on the back.

You didn’t understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.

“Jimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?”

Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.

But the damage had been done.

Both men walked in your room.

Jimin’s jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.

You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.

“O-Okay, you can blink any time now,” you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.

“You look... wow,” Jimin breathed.

“Incredible. You look incredible,” Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.

“Thank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper,” you said, turning your back to them fully.

Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.

Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You weren’t an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...

Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldn’t be able to keep it together. Jimin wasn’t doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.

“Thank you,” you said, turning around with a smile on your face.

Jimin couldn’t help but mirror your grin.

“Absolutely, are you ready to go now?” He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.

“Yeah, let’s go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,” you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.

“This is only getting harder,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“Are you going to be alright?” Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yeah, just... This feels wrong,” Jungkook whispered.

“What feels wrong?” Jimin asked.

“Keeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when she’s doing something so big for us, it’s really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isn’t special,” Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I understand,” Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkook’s face.

“Boys? Are you coming?” Your voice echoed through the house.

“Coming!” Jimin said. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

—

The dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s was beyond anything you’d expected.

There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.

It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.

“So, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?” Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.

“Honestly? It’s not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and don’t get me started on how arou-ahem,” you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkook’s heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. “Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, it’s been wild. But, I’m really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,” you praised, smiling at the two of them now.

Namjoon noticed it first.

The twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jimin’s body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasn’t interested.

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

This would need to be discussed...

Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.

When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.

“What do you mean?” Jimin quizzed right back.

“Listen, I’ve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please don’t take what I’m about to say personally but-what the fuck?” He asked.

“What do you mean what the fuck?” Jungkook asked.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.

“Like what?!” Jimin argued.

“Like you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?” Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.

“What?” Jungkook coughed.

“We aren’t together,” Jimin said slowly.

“But do you want to be?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook broke first.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.

“It’s a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,” Jimin explained, skirting around the question.

“Of course, but, there’s a difference between appreciation and affection,” Jin said, speaking up.

“Y-Yeah, we know that,” Jimin answered. “I’m a therapist, I know what emotions are.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?” he asked.

“I’m not!”

“Bullshit,” Namjoon challenged.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin growled.

“What’s all the angry whispering out here for?” You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.

“It’s alright, just a heated debate about politics,” Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.

“Oookay?” You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.

The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised you’d bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.

While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something they’d discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.

And Jungkook adored it.

He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.

But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying he’d be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didn’t mean to offend you or Jungkook. It’s just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. I’m worried about what’s happening to her. I don’t want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,” he explained.

Jimin nodded his head.

“I accept your apology. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with, we aren’t sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because she’s our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We don’t know,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... she’d give the shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know. It’s hard not to love her, but... she doesn’t deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Namjoon offered.

Jimin smiled lightly. “That’s normally my line.”

“You guys are good people, I wouldn’t have recommended Y/N do this if I didn’t trust you. But, just... please don’t take advantage of her heart. And don’t lie to yourselves either.”

Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.

“Thanks, both of you,” Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.

“What was that about?” Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.

“He wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.

“Why is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?” Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.

“N-No, Y/N hasn’t ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,” Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.

“What? Really?” Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadn’t ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.

“Yeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,” Jimin explained.

“Oh, so-wait. She’s having a baby when she’s never, like, had sex?” Jungkook said. “Is that safe?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s safe but, she’s not... Um, she told me she’s had sex before,” Jimin said.

“Wow, how did this all come up?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,” Jimin blushed.

“She’s so cute,” Jungkook groaned. “Well, at least she’s been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.”

Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.

“What?”

“She may have off-handedly mentioned that she’s never, uh... You know, finished,” Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.

“You mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didn’t fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,” Jungkook growled.

“I don’t know the story, she didn’t divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed she’s never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,” Jimin said.

“That is so frustrating,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah.”

The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.

“Did you hear what she said during dinner?” Jimin asked. “When she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.”

“Yeah...” Jungkook trailed off.

“I wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,” Jimin whispered.

“We can be there to support her but we can’t over step either,” Jungkook said.

“I know, normally I’m the one reminding you of that,” Jimin huffed.

“I understand it’s not easy for either of us,” Jungkook said softly.

“Maybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?” Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook couldn’t help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadn’t really been active in that way since you’d come into the house.

“Y-You know how loud I get,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Oh I’m very aware how loud I can make you scream,” Jimin winked.

“Stop, I’m already hard,” Jungkook whined.

“I bet you are baby,” Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh tight.

“Stop, please,” Jungkook whined.

“Mmm,” Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. “And what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.

“Yes baby? What does my baby want, huh?” Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.

“I-I want-”

“Mmm, are we home yet?” You voice perked up from the back seat.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you must’ve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.

“Yeah?” You said, blinking slow.

“Sweetie,” Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You asked, noticing how tense the young man’s posture was.

“I-I’m good,” he said, trying to hide his arousal.

“Okay,” you said, laying your head back down.

Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.

You were awake, but you weren’t feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t spoken since you got out of the car, and you can’t help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jimin’s chest.

He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...

“Jimin put me down,” you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner you’d eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.

You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didn’t seem to end.

“Oh fuck,” you croaked, coughing hard.

“You want some water?” Jimin asked.

“No, I’m scared I’ll just throw that up too,” you whined.

“It might be better than just dry heaving,” Jimin said.

“You got a point,” you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.

“I’ll get you some,” he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.

“U-Um, Jungkook?” You squeaked.

“S-Sorry!” He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.

“I-It’s okay, just, you know,” you flushed.

“It’s not because of you! It’s not uh, I wasn’t um,” he stuttered.

“I-I didn’t think it was?” You said, more of a question.

“It’s not that you’re not pretty or anything it’s-”

“No, I get it,” you said, smiling weakly.

“Y/N-”

“Here’s your water,” Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.

You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.

“Have you been getting sick a lot?” Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“I mean, it’s mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,” you said, pouting lightly.

“Gotcha, do you feel like you’re going to get sick again? Or do you think you’re done?” He asked.

“I-I think I’m good,” you said, putting the empty glass down.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, making you look at him.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.

“Alright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?” Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.

You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.

Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

“Why did you look like you’d rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you in the car. It’s just, been a while you know? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jimin apologized.

“Y/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,” Jungkook said, rubbing her face.

“Oh, that is... uh, awkward,” Jimin agreed.

“It gets worse,” Jungkook said.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.

“I-I told her it wasn’t because of her and then I tried to tell her it’s not that she wasn’t pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didn’t make sense and then you were back,” Jungkook whimpered.

Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasn’t good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.

“It’s okay Jungkook, Y/N isn’t gonna hold this against you,” Jimin soothed.

“I just feel terrible,” Jungkook said softly.

“Why? It was an accident,” Jimin reasoned.

“Because I-I didn’t want her to stop,” he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.

“I don’t know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,” Jimin said.

“We were talking about it in the car! But we’ve never talked about what we want, what we’re doing now, it's not sustainable. I’m going crazy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Jungkook keep your voice down!” Jimin reminded.

“Jimin I’m so fucking confused, I don’t know what we’re doing. What I’m doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they aren’t even here yet. I love them so much, because they’re ours... But... I can’t keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, it’s killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just can’t keep giving myself hope when there isn’t any,” Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I-I didn’t know you were so broken up over this,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m so confused,” Jungkook whispered.

“I am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know it’s normal to be grateful, but, I know it’s more than that with her,” Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.

“Then we need to make a decision,” Jungkook said.

“You want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?” Jimin asked.

“Do you?” Jungkook asked back.

“I mean... I wouldn’t be opposed,” Jimin said softly.

“I don’t want this if you don’t,” Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.

“I want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,” Jimin reasoned.

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.

“But, when we’re both ready, we can approach her,” Jimin said.

“Would this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,” Jungkook asked.

“Polygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,” Jimin confessed.

“I want this too,” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do...”

You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldn’t make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasn’t about you, or anything related to the children.

Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didn’t think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You weren’t sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.

Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkook’s firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.

Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.

“Oh!” You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.

You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkook’s hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jimin’s plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-

No!

No no no no no!

Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.

How could you? Those two weren’t something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t yours... They were each other’s...

But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...

You couldn’t help but dream of the two men’s hands running over your body...

Hot breaths touching your ears...

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skzsauce01 · 3 years ago

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Clementia

Anniversary Request Special

Description: You’d always had a special place in your heart for Lee Minho even though he gives you countless reasons to hate him. How long will your patience last?

Warning: alcohol, sexual assault

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: fem!reader x Minho

“Y/N—”

“Go away, Minho.”

“Y/N, look at me.”

“I said no!”

“Well I said I’m sorry.”

You snap around to face him. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Lee Minho. You screwed up. You. Screwed. Up. I gave you one request, and you couldn’t even do that.”

“I had my reasons!” he protests.

“Yeah? Well let’s hear them.”

He emits a few noises but can't come up with anything. His face flushes red, but not as red as yours.

“There’s no excuse for breaking someone’s heart ever. Remember that.” You turn on your heels and begin walking away until he says something even more repulsive.

“Why do you care so much? She’s not even your real sister!” he calls after you.

You pause, unable to comprehend how such words could ever enter your ears. You then slowly walk back to him as he stiffens with every step you take.

“Not my real sister?” Your voice is soft, but it is effective.

“I mean—”

“You’re saying the girls at Epsilon Phi aren’t sisters?” Your voice begins to rise. “We’re more sisters than you and I were ever friends, Lee Minho! We love each other more than biological families do, but of course you wouldn’t know how that feels, would you? All you have in your chest is a cold, hard piece of coal!”

You turn away and break off into a run this time. Tears stream down your face from being insulted and betrayed by someone you held with high esteem.

You like Lee Minho. Of course, you’d never admit that. To the world, he is just some kid of your mom’s friend who annoyed you to no end, but through the arguments and time spent trying to prove each other wrong, your feelings grew bit by bit. When he had a relationship with your very own Little, you held in your feelings and wished them both the best. After all, you love both of them, and their happiness together was good enough for you.

That is, until Minho broke things off as nothing but a fling.

Minho has always been a huge flirt, but he’d promised to take her seriously this time. You made him swear it, and you emphasized how much your Little meant to you. Now, because you’re his family friend, your Little won’t even speak to you. Minho had ruined your and her relationship, and evidently yours and his too.

He didn’t used to be like this, all manipulative and amorous. You remember he used to follow you at the heel, caring about nothing more than sticking gum in your hair. It wasn’t until senior year of high school did he start hanging out with random girls and trying daredevilish things. You missed the old Minho, but you thought you’d accept him for all his changes since you did, after all, like him.

Until this moment, that is.

What he did was too much. What he said was too much. You know he is becoming toxic, and if he is going to continue down this path, even your love isn’t going to bring him back to your heart.

Minho watches your waning back then slams his fist against a nearby tree with a curse. You didn’t give him enough time to explain, not that he would have been able to in front of you.

You’d forgive him though, right? You have to. When he messed up before this, Minho could be sure you would. But now, he isn’t so certain. He has never seen you so angry and disappointed before, and he did that to you. Him. Minho lets out another string of curses and trudges back to his room.

He tries making it up to you the very next morning. He shows up to your 8 AM class with a cup of coffee and slides it onto your desk before sitting down himself.

You don’t even look at him. You just take the cup and slam it down in front of him, causing its contents to spill and burn your fingers. He quickly takes your hand in his and begins wiping it with his sleeve, but you recoil your arm and take out your own napkin.

The next place he tries is at your neighboring frat party. He knows you would be there, so he wears his tightest black jeans and a loose button-up. This trick has worked with other girls, so he hopes it would on you.

He takes the dance floor with his powerful dance moves and charisma. He can see you deliberately turned away from him and chatting with someone else, so he dances towards you. The cheering circle that has formed around him moves as well, engulfing you into the crowd.

You finally turn to make sure you don’t bump into anyone. Minho takes this chance to shoot you a wink which draws the crowd’s attention to you. They cheer and push you towards him despite your protests.

Minho takes your arm and leads you in the dance. You used to like dancing with him; your and his flow matches perfectly, and the two of you could revive a dying party just by dancing together. Today though, you just aren’t having it.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and scoops his hips low earning a cheer from the crowd. You can hear them calling your name, anticipating your response. You look down at Minho and immediately recognize his choice of clothing.

I wonder who’s going to have her heart broken tomorrow, you think with a dry laugh. Minho flinches, recognizing that sound. You take his falter as a chance to fling his arm off of you before walking away.

A chorus of oohs fills the room, and the crowd splits like the Red Sea for you.

You hear your name from his lips again. “Y/N!” It is more strained now than it was last night. Desperate. Defeated.

You gave him some thought after hearing the sincerity in his tone, but you are glad you did not turn around that night when you see him in class with some other girl on his lap. Whatever. He’s dead to you now, so why should you care what he’s doing?

Minho watches as you walk farther and farther from him. He pushes the girl off and continues to stare with narrowed eyes at you as you greet your new seat neighbors.

This isn’t how he predicted you would react. Truthfully, he kind of knew this attempt wouldn’t work. For one, it hadn’t worked once since he first tried it in high school. He thought hanging out with other girls would make him more attractive, more desirable by competition. At least, that’s what some then-college kids told him. Once he started, he just found himself unable to stop. It was a self-feeding cycle, really. Holding onto other girls and charming them numbs the void in his chest, but you ignore him whenever he acts like this which only further widens the gap.

What is he to do though? This is the only life he knows, and so, it is the life he leads. Not all love stories can end happily.

And his sure doesn’t seem like it is going to.

Sirens wail in the background. With the amount of girls he’s fooled around with, he kind of had it coming. Minho stares at his wrists, not daring to think, but one thought keeps recurring in his mind: you. He is going to disappoint you yet again. You already hate him, and now you are going to see him handcuffed too.

The cold wind makes him shiver when you, his emergency contact, open the door and step into the station. Your eyes immediately find him, and you make your way over.

“Y/—”

“Are you hurt?” you ask plainly.

Despite your icy tone, those three simple words fill him with a warmth he hasn’t known for a long time.

“I’m okay.” His hands reach forward, wanting to grab yours and keep you with him, but you’ve already walked away to announce your arrival to an officer.

“Miss L/Y Y/N?” a young official greets a little too enthusiastically. She looks familiar, you note.

“Yes, I am she.”

The officer looks pleased by your annoyed attitude towards the defendant. “Mister Lee is here tonight because of an accusation by Miss Choi of assault,” she informs you coyly.

You look at him. “Minho,” you said with a chilled voice. “Is it true?”

“No! Y/N, I wouldn’t—”

“It’s okay. I believe you.”

“Excuse me?” the officer sputters.

“I believe him,” you repeat. “He’s been going out with more people than I have fingers, but he never laid a finger on them.”

“But Y/N, that doesn’t mean he can’t start now,” the officer protests. “You’re his contact, but you hate him now. Surely, he’s changed”

“First of all, it’s Miss L/N to you, Officer” —you read her name tag and pieces begin to fall together from her eagerness to convict Minho to the inkling you felt the moment you saw her— “Yoo. And secondly, is it not against the law for you to be working on a case where your cousin’s the accuser?”

“How did you—!”

“Nothing escapes us Epsilon Phi sisters, even news from other sororities. Besides, Minho never plays with the same girl twice. As expected, this report is filed for an incident two months ago. You, Officer Yoo, knew I was his contact and waited for us to get into yet another fight before having your cousin put in the accusation, didn’t you?”

She scoffs in your face. “That’s a bold accusation from yourself towards law enforcement.”

“Where is the accuser right now? Shouldn’t she be here for interrogation as well?”

“Well she—” the officer looks increasingly flustered. “She needs rest after having to relive the memories of what happened. We’ll call her in tomorrow. Anyway, Mr. Lee Minho, I can hear your testimony now in room #3.”

Minho stands obediently.

“Wait. I request someone else interrogate him,” you object.

“We’re busy right now,” Officer Yoo huffs. “We can’t just let you choose who does the job.”

You cross your arms. “Sure. Interrogate him and have the entire case be nulled after I file a conflict of interest.”

Officer Yoo grits her teeth but returns to her station to call for another officer.

In the meantime, you turn to Minho. “Don’t answer anything you don’t want to, especially if they start leading you on with questions. It’s in your rights to remain silent, alright?”

Minho nods numbly at your words, still confused as to why you are so nice to him. Before he can figure it out though, an older man appears from the back and takes him to an interrogation room.

“Mr. Lee Minho?”

“Yes.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chief Jeon. I’m just going to ask you a few questions today; is that alright?”

“Yes.”

The chief nods and pulls out some papers. “Would you mind describing what happened with Miss Choi?”

“Well I was with—” he gestures towards the papers with his accuser’s name on it— “and we were hitting it off. She bought me a couple of drinks and at some point leaned in to kiss me. I realized something at that point, and I stopped her. She got angry, saying how she spent all that cash on alcohol for me, and threatened to accuse me of assault if I didn’t do what she said, but I knew I couldn’t do it.”

“Because of what you realized?” the chief repeats.

“... Yes.”

“And what was it you realized?”

“Do I have to say it?”

“According to the law, no, but if it can help you with your case, you might want to.”

Minho fidgets with his cuffs. “They can’t hear me from outside, right?”

“No. They most certainly cannot.”

And so, Minho tells him.

Minho turns around while the metal bars clang shut behind him. The chief thinks he has a pretty good chance, but due to the gravity of the accusation, they still decided to keep Minho in holding to give the accuser more time to make her case.

You stare at him from the other side, arms crossed. Minho takes the fact that you’re still here at two in the morning as a good sign for him.

“Thanks for being here,” he tries to start a conversation.

“I didn’t really have a choice.” So cold.

“I’ll change my emergency contact.”

“Please do.”

He winces. “Look… Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for insulting your sisterhood and for hurting your Little. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

He looks at you with those doe-like eyes of his. For once, you don’t feel anything while looking back at them.

“That’s not why I’m mad anymore. In fact, I’m not even mad,” you tell him. “My Little told me what really happened. She told me that she was actually the one who dumped you after you adamantly refused to kiss her. I asked some other girls you’ve seen and they all said the same thing. That’s why I was so confident with the officer earlier. I guess I owe you an apology for getting angry when you weren’t at fault.”

“Then”—he holds out a hand sheepishly— “truce?”

You look at it but keep your arms crossed. “Taking a step back from you has made me see things I wasn’t able to before, Minho, and that’s made me realize how much you’ve changed. You were my friend, my rival— someone who never failed to get on my nerves but also someone I couldn’t go without. But now” —you drop your arms and shake your head— “I can’t even recognize you anymore.”

You take a step back to leave. You’ve done this many times before, like when he stuck a plastic spider down your shirt or when he called you stupid in front of your crush in fifth grade, but something about this time feels different. Something about this time tells him you aren’t turning back around once you left.

A sudden despair grips Minho and he runs into the bars. “Wait!”

You pause, offering him one last second.

“Your Little,” he gasps, “did she tell you why I wouldn’t kiss her?”

You nod. “The others I asked did too. They said you were thinking about some other girl while you were with them.”

“Not ‘some other’ girl. One other girl.”

“I know.” You begin to walk again.

“Then why are you leaving?” He reaches a hand out, trying to grab any part of you. “Stay with me. Please, Y/N, stay.”

You don’t pause a second time. Out of desperation, he cries out, “Y/N, I love you!”

That makes you stop midstep. He holds his breath as you put one foot back then the other next to it to face him. You are so beautiful when you look at him. He melts under your gaze as you focus on him and only him. He’ll cherish you this time when you give him another chance. He’ll quit this playboy lifestyle. He won’t take advantage of your patience anymore. He’ll give you all that his heart has to offer. He’ll make sure you’re the only one in his eyes. He’ll love you. He loves you.

“Minho.” You relax your shoulders and straighten your back. You tilt your head just slightly forward and erase the edge off your tone. “I loved you.”

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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New Idea

pairing: Step-brother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

warnings: non-con, bondage, pseudo-incest, sadism, smut, mentions of killing

synopsis: You wished to hang out with your brother Taehyung when he wasn't home, only to realize he was better off staying away.

word count: 3.2k

It was late at night. Rain flooded outside, drops trickled down your window and puddles formed on the roads as they reflected the neon lit storefront signs beautifully. The tears from the clouds splashed against the cement loudly, and you watched the empty streets in boredom. With your cheek leaning on your palm, elbow propped up on the round wooden table across your window, you miserably yearned to feel some sort of sugar rush with a deep frown on your face. Things have been mundane, repeating the same old routines as days quickly went by. You wondered what Taehyung had been up to in the time that he’d been gone. You knew he could resolve your boredom instantly had he been right beside you.

Taehyung – your step-brother who was the embodiment of adrenaline, and was most likely awake with you right now. The man never slept, always staying up at night brainstorming ideas for what to do during the day that was no doubt just as exciting as the day before. Bags adorned his eyes that somehow fit his wild persona that never needed asking for permission to do things that were illegal most of the time. It was especially daring when having strict parents, and the only reason he wasn’t locked up in a mental institution was because he was the pride of your family with excelling grades in college that he rarely ever attended. They never approved of anything he’d done, especially not the teal hair he was currently rocking. You on the other hand, looked up to him as a role model.

What you’d do to see him right now. Sometimes he tagged you along with his adventures, such as exploring abandoned buildings and getting matching tattoos on your forearms that he chose. Despite the rebellious acts he put you through, he always defended you against your parents and got away with everything with a light scolding from his smooth tongue. Admiration wouldn’t begin to describe the amount of respect you had for him, though he was rarely ever around. Unbeknownst to you however, he never failed to go a day without pecking your cheek while you were unconscious.

He was everything you aspired to be: a carefree soul with a creative mind and a heart filled with exhilaration. The only thing he hadn’t done was probably murder. It was a shame that absence made the heart grow fonder, because throughout the time you’d known him since your early teens, he hadn’t changed one bit with his disappearances that could go on for days.

Taehyung never changed.

Was this what they called depression? Feeling numb and hating your life for how ordinary it was? You didn’t know, but what you knew was that you really needed Taehyung right now. It was 3AM and your parents were sound asleep in the apartment while you moped over how much you missed your step-brother’s presence. Not a single moment was dull with him, while you were too much of a coward to go through with any of your desires.

And as if your prayers were answered, a pound came on the door. The loud knock instantly gave away the person behind the door; Taehyung, who never cared for how loud he was unless he was on a stealthy mission.

Your heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and the silhouette of your step-brother entered before it was slammed shut with a lock. “You’re awake?” he asked in a whisper without moving an inch when he noticed your seated form.

“Can’t sleep,” you breathed, unable to hide the joy you felt upon seeing him in your tone. He couldn’t have picked a better time to visit you.

“Why not?” he walked over to you before kneeling. There was a smile on his face that matched yours, instantly giving away he came to your room with purpose. It was expected, for he never approached you if not to tell you about one of his newer ideas.

“Was bored.”

“So was I,” a mischievous smirk graced his face. The street lights outside illuminated his messy hair that your hand itched to ruffle. “But I found us a solution.”

Your eyes gleamed with hope, your grin never faltering. “Tell me,” you impatiently urged, your knees already bouncing up and down with excitement.

“I’ll give you a hint: we’ll both be having fun. But you need to listen to me,” he cautioned with a raised finger. You nodded frantically, willing to do whatever he needed you to do. “Okay, stand up.”

You obeyed him and only then noticed the bag slung over his shoulder once you stood before him. “Let me do all the work, yeah? You just stand still.”

“I really want to know what it is,” you whined and bounced on your feet.

Taehyung held onto your tits that bounced with you and you quietly gasped. “Better not be acting like this with anyone other than me. Naughty,” he scolded before unzipping his small pouch.

“I don’t go out without a bra,” you rolled your eyes playfully. Taehyung was notorious for doing and saying things without a filter, uncaring of the effect it had on others. This was simply him looking after you without any boundaries, because he never set any with you.

He pulled out a duct tape from the mystery bag. “Turn around and hold your hands behind you.” You complied without protest, the ripping of a duct tape resounding in the room as he tore it with his teeth. He taped your wrists together like cuffs before facing you again by the pull of your shoulder.

Confusion washed over you, but not a trace of fear. “What’s this about?”

“Now go lie down,” he ignored you and nodded at your bed. You sat on the center, your sheets already rumpled from all the tossing and turning you’d done in an attempt to sleep. His figure loomed over you and your heart raced in anticipation. “Don’t move, okay?”

You silently watched him with piqued curiosity as he pushed you down. The soft mattress dipped under your weight and you didn’t move a muscle until you felt him tug at your flannel pajama pants. “Taehyung? What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” he ignored you again and you furrowed your brows as he undressed you. “You’re going to like it.”

Without a single clue of his intentions, you expected him to change your pants after he took them off, but definitely didn’t expect him to aim at your panties next. The second he held onto the hems, you crawled away from him and repeated more firmly, “Taehyung, what are you doing?”

He yanked you back to him by your ankles. “Don’t you trust me? You said you’d listen to me.”

“I don’t think I want to do this,” you strained and tried to pull your knees to your chest, but he tightened his grip on your ankles.

“It’ll be fun, just sit still,” he spoke airily, his tone unbothered compared to your worried one. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Once you felt somewhat reassured, you relaxed your legs and lied back down. The discomfort swallowed you whole when he undressed your bottom half completely. The chilly air hit your bare legs and left goosebumps in its wake.

“You shouldn’t be shy about being naked with me,” he chuckled and tapped your pussy carelessly. You yelped and bent your knees again.

“Taehyung, this isn’t right,” you stressed and clenched your thighs together. You were growing wary about this ‘idea’ and you weren’t sure whether his pupils were dilated because of the dark anymore. He could be high. “Let’s try something else, please.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he scoffed and spread your thighs apart, hovering over your loins. “You’re going to love this, just calm it.” He grabbed the duct tape again and tore off a smaller piece before placing it on your mouth, making your efforts of leaning away fruitless. Your voice was muffled behind the sticky tape as you shook your head. “Don’t make me tape your legs too,” he warned as you tried pushing him away. He sat on your knees as he began unzipping his washed denim jeans, ignoring your babbling.

“Been watching a lot of porn lately,” he began casually as tears brimmed in your eyes. “I usually find it boring, but I came across a video that I couldn’t resist reenacting. Plus you were bored too,” he defended, “it’d be mean if I spared my little sister of this fun.”

You didn’t know whether he was joking or not, but you were ready to start crying if he was actually doing what you were thinking. You sighed in relief when he reached for his pouch for a pair of scissors. It had to be a joke then–

Taehyung began cutting your shirt from the middle, and you whimpered when your tits were on full display. Your nipples hardened as a result of the exposure, and tears immediately began streaming down your face mixed with muffled sobs.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he exclaimed, “we’re not related by blood. It should be fine.”

When you continued crying, he said, “I’ll take off my shirt too, if it helps.” He heaved his t-shirt over his head, his firm chest hard to make out in the midnight dark. “I was thinking kissing would ease you into it, but only if you’re quiet.” Your cries grew louder instead. He sighed exasperatedly, “You can be such a crybaby sometimes.”

He started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, and you whimpered at the feeling. You were ticklish and though you were completely terrified, the kisses were a bit soothing. “This is me being nice to you, because oh boy, that guy in the video was a fucking monster,” he laughed while going down the valley between your breasts. A finger flicked your nipple while his other hand rubbed over your folds. “Want me to eat you out first? You’re not wet enough.”

You shook your head in refusal, so he merely shrugged and began circling your clit instead, his fingers now pinching your nipple. His mouth latched onto your other nipple and he swirled his tongue around the areola, clashing pleasure with pain. The rain drowned out your involuntary moans but Taehyung caught them anyway; it wasn’t hard to miss when your arousal began coating his hand. He released your nipple with a pop and locked eyes with you. “You’re enjoying this? Not gonna lie, I was expecting you to cry longer but... you're a little slutty, aren't you?” He slapped your pussy experimentally and smiled when you moaned loudly. “Keep this up and I might just take off the tape.”

For a moment, he wondered if this was why people enjoyed sex so much; your moans were like music to his ears and your body was making his cock throb even more. He could really get used to this, he thought as he slapped your pussy over and over, the sound echoing in the room along with your high-pitched whines.

“Shit, I need to record this,” he mumbled before reaching for his phone on his back pocket. Your protests went to deaf ears as he began recording your pussy and spanked it, the microphone picking up all your sounds of pleasure. Once it reached the one-minute mark, he threw his phone on your pillow and took out his erect length from its restraints, giving it a few pumps as the tip oozed with pre-cum. “I never thought fucking you would be this easy. Thought about it every time I touched myself.”

You went quiet at the revelation and he smirked at your raised brows. “Why are you surprised? Whenever I’m home, you come hug me with your bare tits pressed up against me. Not that I’m complaining of course,” he chuckled hotly. “Want me to kiss you now?”

When you didn’t respond quickly enough, he ripped the tape off of your mouth without mercy and your eyes teared up at the pain with an ouch. He didn’t waste a second in enveloping his lips with yours as he cupped your pussy, smearing his pre-cum on your labia. He swallowed your moans as his mouth moved vigorously, tongue meeting yours as he explored your cavern. The smacking of your lips caused you to clench your hole, the sound arousing to your ears as you kissed him back.

“You going to stay quiet for me?” he murmured against your lips, his cock poking at your hole teasingly. You hesitated but nodded nonetheless. “Good girl,” he praised with a grin and lightly pecked you before properly positioning himself.

The reason why Taehyung was so eager to have sex with you wasn’t just because he was horny, but also because really wanted it to be your pussy that he fucked first, and maybe second, and third. He was a virgin who watched too much porn when he wasn’t outside, and now that you were 18, he thought it to be the perfect timing for you to lose your virginity to him like he’d imagined when he was 15.

Due to his experience, he didn’t ease into your pussy and instead shoved his cock entirely. You screamed and he instantly put a hand over your mouth. “Too much?” he asked with a strained voice. His cock was just begging to be thrusted into you, but he couldn’t have you screaming and waking your parents. When you nodded with eyes shut in pain, he groaned to himself. He was twitching inside you, and after a few seconds, he began moving.

You were crying and bitching again, but he paid no mind to it as he pressed his hand onto your mouth while gently slamming his hips into you, his courtesy for now. You'd adjust sooner or later, but the stretch was excruciating; your walls stung and you started to bleed on him.

"Oh fuck," he giggled sadistically once he noticed the crimson fluid, "that didn't happen in the video." He gazed into your glossy eyes before quickening his pace, growing rougher. "You're crying again; what's new?"

Taehyung was laughing as he was moaning, but you couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing in your ears. Your heart pounded and you were struggling to breathe through your nose as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I kind of feel bad for you,” he panted with a sinister smile. “Does it still hurt?” He took your sobs as a yes. “Poor baby,” he cooed with a pout before moving his free hand to your clit. “This might help.” You were struggling with your bound hands, but you couldn’t move your legs because of how much it hurt. Your fighting was useless, and your body was growing numb except for the thumb that made it less painful.

Taehyung removed his hand from your mouth to hear your moans clearly. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, he didn’t know, but he loved it. He wanted to be the only one to see you in this state. He’d gauge out any eyes that got to see you naked and stab any ears that got to hear your pretty sounds.

But it was a little difficult to savour it when he was reaching his climax so soon; damn inexperience and the low stamina that came with. He had enough self-control to pull out of you to finish himself off with his hand. He missed the warmth and tightness of your pussy and how it kept clenching down on him quickly, but it had to come at a cost – not cumming inside you.

“You fucking monster!” you yelled hoarsely, eyes blurred with tears and face covered in tears.

“Too loud,” he sighed and forced your mouth open to shove his length inside. “Try anything, and I’ll fucking kill you.” His cock was heavy on your tongue as you gagged on it every time he thrusted. It wasn’t long before he released in your mouth and you choked, swallowing his cum without a choice. Another loud moan erupted from him as his hips stuttered while gently slamming into you for the last time.

“Fuck,” he exhaled before collapsing on you with his palms holding up to not smother you completely. “Shit, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

When he raised his face from your shoulder, you spat on him. He laughed hysterically before wiping off your saliva from his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, damn.”

“You’re the fucking worst Taehyung,” your voice wavered as you insulted him. “I hope you rot in hell. I always saw you as my role model, but now I understand why everyone fucking hates you.”

“Sheesh,” he snorted, “I told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I? It might hurt now, but it’ll feel a lot better when we do it again.”

“If you try-” he cut you off by going down on you, taking his clit into your mouth and immediately emitting a moan out of you. “Stop, stop, stop,” you chanted in gasps, trapping his head with your thighs and contradicting your words. He chuckled against your swollen pussy, making it feel even better and yet worse. This euphoric sensation wasn’t what you needed after being traumatized by your own step-brother, but it was what your body wanted after getting a taste of his tongue.

He was slurping up your juices and spitting on your folds before abusing your clit again. The bastard knew how to distract you from your newfound grudge, but you weren’t going to forgive him after your orgasm. Your hips moved against him on instinct as his tongue ran up and down your labia. A knot formed in your stomach, your tears long forgotten as you became more persistent in riding him in this awkward position. He heaved your thighs over his shoulder to take full control, and with his vigorous sucking and pulling, you came undone with a spasm.

“Feels good, right?” he asked rhetorically and fell limp next to you.

“I’ve never hated someone as much as you,” you seethed while recovering from your high.

“You’re going to tell me that wasn’t fun? No way,” he stared at you in disbelief.

“You hurt me,” you sniffled and covered your face.

"I'm sorry princess," the nickname felt foreign on his tongue as he held your arm. "I'll leave forever if you want me to."

He hummed when you stayed silent with a runny nose. "I'll clean you up and go, okay?"

"No," you huffed. "You become my slave for a whole month."

"You want me to stay home with you?"

You nodded while rubbing your eyes with your fists. "You can't do that and just leave, and I hate you but I miss you."

Taehyung resisted the urge to squeeze your cheek and coo. He knew you'd regret asking him to stay, but he wouldn't say no to spending time with you 24/7.

Chuckling through his nose, he said, "I miss you too." He traced the tattoo on your forearm, a minimalistic mockingbird with an arrow slicing through the middle. He picked it because it represented you; an innocent little thing who didn't even look down at her wound, only focused on flying back to Taehyung, a hawk that waited with open arms - ready for his meal.

If you wanted him to stay, then that's what Taehyung would do. You'd fallen for his trap twice, the third wouldn't be so bad. He'd make sure you enjoyed it this time.

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{This is for @metalbuckaroo's challenge. I had this brewing for a minute but college has got in a chokehold. I chose prompt #30 from the given prompt list. I hope y'all like this read. Love, R}

Bucky trailed behind Y/N as she ignored his calls. Her boots clicked loudly in the small hallway as she rushed towards their shared apartment. Her keys shook in her hand, body tense with anxiety and anger.

Bucky reached her at the door, his hands loosely gripping her arms. Y/N shoved the door open, her body snapping away from his. Y/N haphazardly throws her keys in the small bowl that sat on the hallway side table.

Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she tried to remain calm.

“Y/N please, what is going on? Why are you so mad?” Bucky questioned, slamming the door behind him as his own frustrations started to catch up with him.

“I'm going to bed.” Is all she said to him without even meeting his eyes. She was quick to enter her room and lock the door before he could say anymore. Bucky stood behind her door in confusion. His body still tingled with the lasting effects of the shots he took hours prior.

Sitting on your bed, Y/N finally released. Her shoulders dropped, her body hunching over itself as the tears started flowing.

Y/N had been looking for Bucky for what felt like hours. He was her ride back to the apartment and having been at this party for over four hours- she was exhausted. There was a twinge of disappointment that lingered in her caused by Bucky's disappearance. He invited her to this party tonight but quickly left her to her own devices the moment the both of them walked through the frat’s doors.

The house was mainly empty except for the few lingering bodies that were drunkenly wandering around. She climbed up the stairs that lead to a common room on the second floor. Y/N’s cute white go-go boots were tight on your feet, making her wince at every step. Fashion was a moment type thing, not a four hour long excursion.

Y/N heard a group of voices leading from the common room once you reached the top of the stairs. She listened out waiting to see if she could hear Bucky’s voice before walking through the doors of the common room.

“I don't know why you hang out with that girl Bucky.” Her ears perked at his name. Y/N almost walked through the door but she took a step back to listen to what they were saying.

“Yeah, shes fucking weird.” The group laughed. “I mean look at how she dressed tonight. She’s wearing a costume.”

Y/N looked down at her 80’s inspired dress with a frown. She thought she looked cute tonight, Bucky said she looked cute. She couldn't stop blushing after she heard his words.

“She’s a freak barnes. All she does is follow you around. Are you sure you guys aren't dating?” One of the boys asked with a chuckle. No one said her name yet but she knew they were talking about her. She could tell.

“Y/N’s not that bad. She just doesn't have any friends. I don't like her like that, not my type. She's got that weird anxiety thing.” Bucky's voice finally sounded out from the group. Y/N heart hurt hearing his words. Weird anxiety thing?

“Yeah, making her a freak. So you're just friends with her out of pity? Are you at least getting community service hours?” The group laughed again, Bucky's deep laugh standing out to Y/N.

“You have a lot of strength for a man who's not getting any ass from the girl he's keeping company with. Shes weird as fuck but her body is still bangin. Have you ever copped a feel of her tits? I would hang out with the loser if I got to fuck her too.” Someone commented. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat. She could feel a panic attack approaching having heard the sexual comments about her body. She stepped out from around the wall into the common room. All eyes snapped up to her, some eyes widening in shock. Bucky just looked up, not catching on that his roommate may have heard the horrid words said about her.

“I-im ready to go home, Bucky.” She hadn't looked up from where her feet were rooted on the stained wood floors. Bucky slowly wobbled up from his seat. The rest of the guys watching quietly, some snickering at Bucky's submissiveness.

“Here sweets, you're gonna have to drive.” Bucky says handing his keys over to Y/N. Without looking at him, she snatches the keys from his hands and quickly retreats to his car. Bucky stumbles behind her confused by her attitude.

Y/N walked to Bucky’s car, arms covering whatever they could cover on her body. Her mind telling her she was unsafe, her anxiety telling her even worse things.

Bucky eyes burned from the headache he had. He felt physically ill as he woke up from the living room couch. Last night's activities blur in his mind, no clear memories presenting themselves. He sits up to rest his forearms on his knees trying to calm his bubbling stomach.

The first thing he notices as he comes to his senses is the lack of Y/N’s noise. Normally the small apartment would be filled with the sounds of her sunday playlist as she cleans about. He also doesn't smell her extra dark and strong coffee that she only makes for sundays. He doesnt smell her out of the can cinnamon rolls either that she would normally wake him up with on a small tray with said coffee.

He finds it odd that her presence is lacking in the apartment. Standing, he makes his way over to her room knocking on it slightly. He hears shuffling from the other side but no one comes to open the door.

“Hey sweets, everything ok?” He knocks again to gain her attention.

“I-Im fine Bucky, please go away.” She stutters out to Bucky. Bucky is shocked by her statement not used to being pushed away by her.

“Oh ok, just let me know if you need anything.” He says quietly.

Y/N remained the same way over the next few days. She rarely came out of her room when she was in the apartment leaving Bucky on his own. She stopped making him meals out of kindness or filling up his canisters of water for workouts. She stopped baking him treats as midday pick me ups. She didnt wait for him to get out of classes so they could gossip about what was going on on campus. She didnt bother him at all.

Bucky felt uneasy about Y/N’s silence. He was hurt by her sudden disappearance. Hurt that she could just ghost him without any reason. But there was a reason, Bucky just didnt remember.

Y/N sluggishly walked into the apartment after taking an extensive exam in one of her classes. She tried to walk quietly throughout the apartment to not catch the attention of Bucky. She walks softly on her feet close to the opening of the kitchen.

“Hey.” A quiet voice makes Y/N jump in her spot. Her mission of going unnoticed failed. Bucky leans against the kitchen counter that is parallel to the opening of the kitchen. His feet are crossed in front of him, hands holding a cup of tea.

“Hi.” Her tone matches his. She turns her body to face his, hands fidgeting with each other. She slightly moved from foot to foot, a trait that had been acquired out of nerves. Bucky recognized her tic, his heart constricting at the thought that he might have done something to cause it.

“Y/N, please, what's going on?” Bucky can see that she's not wearing one of her normal outfits that are adorned in bright colors and fun patterns. Instead, her body is covered in a boring sweater that hides most of her body. She wears a large pair of jeans underneath, a belt tightly bounding it to her body.

“Nothing Bucky.” She dismisses. Bucky feels his anger peak. A range of emotion he tried to hide away breaching over its point. He missed his best friend beyond belief and all she could give was a few words.

“It's not nothing Y/N!” He snaps slamming his mug of tea on the counter. Y/N flinches at the sound. Her hands start to shake, not out of fear of Bucky but from unwarranted anxiousness. “I've given you your space but its killing me. I miss you Y/N. I dont get what happened?”

Y/N feels her eyes well up with tears.

“You hurt me Bucky.” It was Bucky’s turn to flinch hearing her words. He hurt her?

“I don't know what I did though.” His voice sounded childlike as he whined.

“At the party, you let your friends talk poorly about me. You-you let them call me a freak and-and weird. They made fun of my clothes and said you were hanging out with me out of pity and you just sat there and laughed James!” Her voice rose with every word. Bits and pieces of that night float around in his head. He can slightly remember the conversation but nothing is clearly showing in his head.

“I'm sorry they said that Y/N but you know that's not true. We both know our relationship, I don't know why you're letting them get to you.”

“They talked about my anxiety. You talked about my anxiety!”

“That's it? That's why you're not talking to me?” He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.

“You let them sexualize me!” The kitchen filled with an uncomfortable silence. Bucky’s exterior softened.

“What?” His tone was drastically softer than it was earlier.

“You just sat and listened to them as they talked about my body. They talked about my boobs and if youve had sex with me and you said nothing. They said that they would hang with the loser if they could fuck me...How could you let them say that about me?” Y/N whimpered. Her hands cradled her face as she sobbed. Bucky saw the way her chest heaved with each sob, tears forming in his own eyes.

“I didn't know. I wouldn't have let them say those things sober. You have to know that.” He almost fell to his knees pleading for her forgiveness.

“You even said you wouldn't date me. I know its stupid but I thought you liked me back. You told me you loved me. You've taken me out on dates. You've kissed me for goodness sake!”

“I know and I'm sorry. I do like you, I don't know why I said that. I like you so much.” His knees buckled slightly but he held his ground.

“Obviously you dont Bucky. We should just stay away from each other from now on and I won't be renewing my leasing contract at the end of the semester.” She finalizes. Buckys whispers a small no in protest. “You really hurt me, Bucky. I would never let anyone slander you. I respect you too much to allow for someone else to disrespect you.”

With that being said, she gave Bucky one last look over before walking away. Bucky was knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of her door slamming shut and the lock being secured.

Bucky sat on the kitchen floor, the cold tile seeping through his pants to chill his legs. His face adorned with a frown, tears sliding down his warm cheeks. Y/N was his best friend and he ruined it by being a shitty person. He knows he should have defended her, defended their relationship.

Bucky’s rolly chair was his only source of entertainment at his desk in the lobby of the admissions office. Today was a slow day. There were only a few students who came in asking for help finding buildings or looking for the financial aid office. Some high school student came in for tours but his coworkers beat him to doing tours so here he was stuck in the quiet office. He had already stolen a large amount of guest snacks, a cold bottle of tea and a sugar cookie with the school's logo on it.

His chair spinning activities came to a halt when he heard the front door open with a small jingle sounding from it. He took a moment to let the dizziness fade away before he looked up. Bucky felt his breath stop in his throat.

There stood a girl with overalls and a bright colored top. She wore dark green converse, high tops, with frilly socks that peeked from the top. She had large glasses that framed her face perfectly. She was looking around the office, eyes wide with wonder. Her eyes finally met Bucky's, making a large smile appear on her face.

“Hi!” She exclaimed walking up to Bucky’s desk.

“Hey, what can I help you with today?” Bucky asked cooly.

“I just transferred here and I was wondering if you knew where I could apply for on campus jobs?” She placed her hands on top of the counter of Bucky’s desk. He admired her baby blue acrylics that had white flowers on them.

“Oh um, the admissions office is hiring. We do all of the tours for highschool students, or package and mail acceptance letters. Sometimes we plan scholarship events. It's an easy pay type of job. I just sit here and do homework my whole shift.” Bucky answers. “What's your name so I can get my boss to contact you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky quickly scribbled your name on a post it note and stuck it to his laptop as a reminder. “Do you really like this job or are you just trying to pull me in?” She jests with a small smile on her face.

“I mean it's a decent job but im sure with you working here it would make it ten times prettier.” Bucky smirked at the giggle that escaped Y/N. He wasn't normally a flirt but he couldn't help himself with this one.

“Oh really? How many times have you said that line to a girl?” Bucky put a hand to his chest in a fake offense.

“You think too low of me Y/N. I saved that one for the prettiest girl to walk through the door.”

“Hmm, ok. I'll believe it only because my ego needs this boost. Hey, you never told me your name. How am I supposed to write about this encounter in my journal if I don't have your name?”

“My name is James but I prefer if people just call me Bucky. Short for Buchanon, I know it's weird.” Bucky leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He can see her eyes checking out the way his muscles flex underneath his long sleeve shirt. He may have purposefully flexed a little extra for show.

“No, I love it. I dont think ive ever met a Bucky.” She counters. She leans forward, placing her elbows on the counter, her chest pressed against the front of the counter.

“Well I'm glad I'm your first Bucky.” He jokes with a small smile on his face. There was a small moment of silence shared between the two as they just looked at each other. Bucky couldn't help but think about how cute she was as Y/N thought the same thing.

“Oh gosh, I'm probably holding you up from your work.” She snaps out of her little spell rolling her eyes at herself. “I should get going.”

Bucky frowned at the idea of her leave, wanting nothing more than to continue talking to the new girl.

“Right, of course. Maybe I could get your number...so I can notify you about the job.” Bucky proposes. Y/N raises one eyebrow in question, a knowing smile placed on her lips.

“Sure thing bucky.” He hands her a pen and post it for her number. “I wouldn't be opposed to you using this number for things other than work too.” She suggested. She signed her name on the post it note ending it with a small heart.

“I will definitely take you up on that offer. No take backs though when I start sending you random shit.” She giggled, leaning up from her spot. Bucky basked at the sweet sound. He stood up to meet her on the other side of the desk.

“Well Bucky, it was lovely to meet you.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake, he reciprocated the action. Her hands were soft and warm, he thought. She gave him one last smile before walking away.

It was warm outside on the quad as Bucky sat by himself. He sat at the table that would normally be occupied by Y/N and him. Y/N would bring lunch- made by her. Anytime Bucky would try to help her by making lunch she would kick him out of the kitchen. Today, Bucky sat by himself, with no hand made lunch. He had a greasy bag of french fries and a large coke. He planned on eating his sorrows away.

“Hey Bucky!” A voice yelled out to him. Looking up from his fries, Bucky looked towards the sound that broke him out of his fries excursion. Tanner and Logan, his friends from the party, came walking over to him. They both sat down, throwing their lunch onto the table.

“Where's Ms. weirdo?” Tanner asks, mouth full of food. Bucky grimaced at Tanner's manners. He also felt the anger he should have felt on Saturday bloom in his chest.

“She's not weird.” Bucky snapped, fists tightening in his lap. Tanner scoffed, Logan laughing along with him.

“Says you. She is fucking weird. Did you finally get some from her or something? Defending her and shit.” Logan clapped Tanner on his back agreeing with him. “Shit, good for you dude. I would have fucked her a while ago. Probably would have kept her face down so I wouldn't have to see her-”

Before Tanner could finish his sentence, he was thrown from his seat from the powerful punch being landed on his jaw. His feet flew from where he was sitting, landing on his back with a heavy thud.

“Dude what the fuck?” Tanner stood wiping his face from the blood that started to trickle down from his bloody eyebrow. Bucky had never felt anger like this before. His heart was racing, his breathing labored. His cheeks were red and warm, eyebrows turned down.

“No, you don't get to make fun of her and make sexual comments about her.” Bucky snarled. Tanner rolled his eyes, walking closer to Bucky.

“Oh fuck off with that! You didn't defend her this hard on saturday.” Tanner's mistake after his words was shoving Bucky's shoulders back. Bucky reacted quickly by shoving Tanner with even more force.

Tanner threw a punch to Bucky’s jaw, making his head fly back. Bucky tackled Tanner to the ground, throwing punches left and right. Tanner fought back, hands flying landing punches wherever he could land them.

Logan was able to pull Bucky off of Tanner, warning the two that campus police would arrest them if they were caught. Both boys stared at each other fuming. Bucky snatched his trash and his backpack up, the scowl never leaving his face.

“If I ever see you looking or talking to Y/N, I will bash your face in.” Bucky growled.

Y/N felt better today. She found the strength to wear a cute outfit versus the oversized clothes she had been wearing prior out of fear. She didn't want anyone to look at her in any harmful way. She wanted to wear her cute outfits that were sometimes form fitting and short. She liked to wear her cute period pieces that had her own twist on them. She spent many years hating her body and the way she looked. She deserved to feel cute without thinking she is at fault for being sexualized and poorly treated.

She whipped out one of her favorite outfits today, loving the way it fit on her body making her feel confident. Sitting at the front desk of the admissions office, her feet propped up on the desk. Her shift was going by slowly, no one needing assistance this late in the day.

The door burst open making Y/N jump from her seat. She stood up shocked to see Bucky walk in with a huff. He wasn't supposed to work today but here he was. Y/N gasped looking at his cut lip and bruising eye.

“Bucky, what happened?” She maneuvered her way around the desk to stand in front of the beat up boy. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks to examine his injuries. He moved his face away from her tears brimming his eyes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry. I should have protected you from them. I should've told them not to speak about you that way. You are more than some eye candy for men to act disgusting towards. You are beautiful and eclectic. You have a brilliant mind that shines brighter than anyone elses on this campus.” He spoke to her softly.

“I don't understand Bucky. What made you have this change of heart? You didn't give two shits about me last weekend.” She crossed her arms defensively.

“I know and I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol but that's no excuse. I love you. I love all of you. You're not weird. You're your own person and I love everything about you. You do so much for me and I feel like shit for not doing the bare minimum for you.” His words stunned her.

“You love me?”

“God, with everything I have. Since the day you walked in here with those overalls. I've spent the past four years loving you.” Bucky whispered. He grabbed her hand, thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

“I love you too, Bucky. I really do and I'm hurt. I don't think the hurt will go away for some time. You let them speak horribly about me. If you loved me like I was your girl, you would have defended me.” She spoke sorrowfully.

“I know, I know. I can't change the fact that I did nothing but I can tell you that I'm sorry. I'm always going to protect you. I did today. Tanner may be sporting a nasty goose egg on his eye because of his dumbass words.” Y/N giggled softly, touching his bruising knuckles.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“I want to go back to normal. I miss you in the mornings and-and during our lunch breaks outside. I miss you.” Bucky stated.

“I miss you too.”

Bucky watched her eyes drop down to his lip, busted and all. He leaned forward slightly hoping she would meet him in the middle. She met him the rest of the way pressing her lips to his. Bucky relished this moment. He relished to be even sharing moments with the girl he's been in love with since the second he saw her.

“I'm gonna be better, I promise.”

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tacticaldiary · 4 years ago

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Harsh Words

REQUEST: When Y/n getting hurt the way Bakugou talks to her due to the tone of his voice, ended up fighting when y/n tried to tell him about it, Bakugou getting mad, both of them not talking for days/weeks, Bakugou getting triggered when Y/n is always with Shoto since they were friends too..Ahhhh thank you 🤧

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Pairing: Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me...yeah that’s bullshit. Doesn’t apply to Katsuki Bakugou. Y/N finds out first hand. The true impact of his words hits Katsuki two weeks too late, as the need to have his partner back wins over his pride.

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Y/N lived for the rare gentle moments, sleepy conversations, quietly studying together, taking care of the other’s wounds. Although they were rare, Y/N cherished every single gentle movement with her fiery boyfriend.

Right now, though, Bakugou was anything but gentle

“Stop being dramatic.”

The words stung, especially when considering how hard Y/N was trying not to snap at him. SHe just wanted a rational conversation to discuss this. She crosses her arms, her face twisting into a scowl.

“I’m not being dramatic, Katsuki! Just listen to me for once!”

Katsuki was rough around the edges, there was no doubt, and it was one of the things that made Y/N fall for him a year ago. The past few weeks, however, had been particularly rough. His insults towards her had been much meaner, his tone harsher. Although she has always been on the lesser end of his receiving temper, this was taking a toll on her.

She finally had enough when he had insulted her clumsiness in front of the whole class in the dorm common area. She remembers full well the crash of the glass as it shattered upon impact, hitting the ground, followed by a snort and a “What? You got two left feet to match your useless quirk now?”. She had stormed out of the room, eyes glassy and Bakugou had followed her.

And here they were.

“You’ve been horrible to me this whole past month! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, that you think it was okay to yell at me like that in front of everyone, but-”

“I’ve been exactly the same. You know what you got yourself into when you started dating me. Don’t get all sensitive now.” he rolls his eyes, fixing her with a glare. The way he completely dismisses her makes her want to bang her head against a wall with frustration. He didn’t get it. She was human too, and she had a limit to her patience.

“You’re just being an asshole lately! This has nothing to do with me being sensitive.”

“The fact that you’re yelling at me proves that it does.” He yells, before taking a step closer. “What? Can’t handle an insult, dumbass? This bothers you that much?” He mocks her on the last part, tilting his head in a fake sympathetic look.

“You know what? Fuck you!” She yells back, shaking her head, tears of anger and frustration trailing down her cheeks. “I don’t have to deal with this shit. Come talk to me once you fix your shitty attitude and decide to stop being a literal asshole to me.” Y/N turns on heel and walks out of his room, ignoring Bakugou’s angry calls for her to come back.

Her tears unsettled him, although he doesn’t admit it. He feels guilt, or some variant of it, eat away at his insides, knowing he was the reason for their distress. He did care about her, a little too much in his opinion. He watches the door shut behind her.

Scoffing he moves over to his desk, sitting down and running a hand through his head angrily. He wasn’t any more of an asshole than he usually was, he was sure of it. Right?

Lost in his though, he idly fidgets with a pen from the holder at his desk. He recalls Y/N frowning a lot more these days...and she didn’t really bite back to his jabs anymore...when was the last time they had actually spent time together? Gone out? Now that he thought about it he hadn’t had a quiet moment with her in a week or two.

Huffing out a breath, he shakes his head to himself. Whatever. He would do something about that once she came back to him and apologised. That’s how it usually worked after one of their fights. Y/N was the first one to apologise, then he’d do his part silently by spoiling her or spending time with her. It was his way of a silent apology. She always came to him first though, knowing his pride wouldn’t let him be the first to admit the fault lied with him.

Bakugou is left hanging for the first time. He expected nothing to happen on the first day, or the second day...but two weeks later?

Y/N had not talked to him for two weeks, and he was itching for things to go back to normal. He didn’t want to admit how much this was affecting him. Not having her to study quietly with, or cuddle with at night, or someone to nag at him for pushing himself too hard...it was annoyingly frustrating. He wanted her back. He wanted her so damn badly and he was starting to crack.

He feels especially shitty today as he watches her walk straight past their usual table, to join another table, where she’d been sitting at for the length of time she’d been...ignoring him. The fact that it was Deku’s table only worked harder to piss him off. He watches, his eyes narrowing in an intense stare as she slips into the seat next to Todoroki.

Icyhot.

Another reason he’d been especially prickly. Y/N was good friends with Deku’s group, he knew that. It’s not like he could, or would, stop her from doing what she wanted. He wasn’t like that, even he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

He can’t help but shift restlessly in his place, as he sees her relaxed, giggling at something Icyhot had said. He didn’t even know the guy was capable of making jokes. Gritting his teeth, he turns away, focusing on the conversation the idiots around him were having.

He manages to keep himself at bay for about 15 minutes, before he sees Y/N and Todoroki get up...together, and leave. Together. The fact that she didn’t even spare him a glance as she walked by definitely didn’t feel like someone was painfully squeezing his heart. Obviously not. As he stares at them leaving, his eyes narrow when the Half and Half bastard puts an arm around her shoulders and leads her out. He gets up suddenly and follows them, fuming.

Y/N was miserable ever since the argument. She was tired and hurting and today was especially hard for some reason. The moment she walked into the cafeteria, she felt her boyfriend's eyes on her. Ignoring them, refusing to look his way, she made her way over to Izuku’s table. He wasn’t going to be the one to apologise. If he truly cared about her and their relationship, he would have to swallow his pride and come to her.

The whole time she’d been a little dazed, and on the brink of tears, effectively hiding it underneath laughs and jokes. She fooled pretty much everyone except the quiet guy next to her. About 15 minutes into lunch, she feels Todoroki nudge her and point to the door, a look of muted worry plastered on his face. Y/N can do nothing to protest without bursting into tears so she complies, standing and excusing herself.

By the time she’s nearing the exit door, her shoulders are shaking, and she feels Todoroki’s steadying arm around her. She welcomes the comforting touch.

He leads her to an empty hallway, pulling her into a classroom. He prompts her to sit on one of the desks, taking a seat next to her. Y/N feels bad about placing her worries on her friend, but she can’t help but let it out. She knew Todoroki was a good listener and that he wouldn’t judge her. By the time she’s done recounting the past painful weeks, there are tears running down her cheeks.

Todoroki awkwardly looks around for a second, before placing a hesitant hand on her shoulder and comforting her. He was trying his best, but the look of uncomfort on his face was almost comical. He wanted to be there for his friend, and Y/N was thankful for it. She looks up and offers Todoroki a shaky smile. She goes to thank him, when she’s cut off by a familiar harsh voice.

“The hell are you two doing?” Bakugou stands, eyes narrowed at the two of them, a scowl on his face. Why were they so close? They didn’t need to be this close.

“Bakugou.” Todoroki nods, standing. Y/N glances at him once, before looking away, determined to keep ignoring him. She doesn’t know why he’s here. He hasn’t tried to talk to her at all. She doesn’t realise she’s tuned out the conversation between the other two, which in retrospect, was a horrible idea knowing how much Bakugou disliked Todoroki, she’s only snapped out of her thoughts when she hears the door slam, causing her to jump.

Bakugou stands there for a second, before narrowing his eyes and walking towards her. She stays where she is on the desk, shifting her gaze to stare at the ground. Why was he still here? Where had Todoroki gone?

She stills as she feels him stop in front of her. Feeling his hands rest on the desk either side of her, he hears him scoff when she doesn’t look up. Hearing him shift, he grasps her chin and makes her look at him.

Although he has his usual scowl and annoyed expression, Y/N can identify mild worry as his eyes scan over her face. It’s very evident that she’s been crying, her eyes still puffy. She doesn’t have time to react, before Bakugou steps forward and slides his hands up to her sides pulling her into a...hug? He rests his chin on top of her head and holds her tightly to himself.

What?

After her momentary confusion, she struggles half heartedly to get him to let go of her. However much she didn’t want to admit it, she missed this.

She missed him.

Pretty son she gives up and stays there, letting him stand in front of her and hold her. He’s fully aware of the tears slowly soaking the front of his shirt.

“What do you want?” Y/N asks quietly, a single hand clutching the back of his shirt. She feels, doesn’t hear, his mouth move in her hair. Pulling away slightly she looks up. Even when she’s sitting down on a desk, he’s still a little taller. His gaze flickers to her eyes, before going back to looking at something behind her. He mumbles something Y/N can’t quite hear, but he doesn’t loosen his grip around her.

“...What the hell are you say-”

“I’m sorry.” He finally says properly, shifting his gaze back to her.

Y/N’s pretty sure that’s the first time she’s heard him genuinely say those words. “Are you?” Ignoring the hope swelling inside her, she tilts her head in question. She wouldn’t let him get off the hook that easily.

He looks slightly annoyed, before remembering why they were in this situation in the first place. “I am. I...shit, I didn’t realise I was hurting you. The past few weeks have been shit without you. I’m sorry.” He mutters the last part again, heat creeping up his neck. It looks like he was struggling to get the words out.

“You did. Hurt me, that is. That won’t change.”

“I know.” His voice is unusually quiet. “Won’t happen again.”

“It will.” Bakugou looks surprised at that. “I’m not telling you to become a whole different person, Katsuki.”

She brings up a hand and cups his cheek, smiling a little when he leans into the touch. She was glad she wasn’t the only one being affected by this fight.

“That brash loud part of you is the guy I fell for. I don’t want that to change. It’s just...yelling at me like that in front of everyone wasn’t cool. You really made me feel like shit.”

Bakugou let’s that sink in, before scoffing and tightening his grip around her. The guilt that had been brewing over the days comes crashing like a wave. “I said it wouldn’t happen again, didn’t I? You think I make empty promises, dumbass?” He didn’t. He’d keep his word.

Y/N responds by tugging on his shirt and pulling him closer and resting her head on his shoulder, humming a little at how warm he was. She feels him reach up and brush her hair off her forehead and place a small peck on it.

She knew how un-Bakugou-like that was. It showed her that he really was sorry. She swears it could be her mind playing tricks on her, but she’s sure she heard Bakugou say something. Smiling into the fabric of his shirt, she responds.

“I missed you too.”

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Author’s Note: These types of fics are my jam! Feel free to leave feedback! (23/02/2021)

Edit: I had to reupload this because the link was faulty, so excuse the reupload!

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