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awkwardauthorwrites · 2 years ago

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Somebody Else

Word Count: 3k

Themes: fluff. A little flirting but this one can be seen as pureply platonic

Summary: Definitely not inspired as some love to @ask-sebastian who seems to be having a tough time at the moment

Warnings: Potential spoilers for HL. All characters 18+ and in seventh year. Absolutely not proof-read a million times like I usually do so please be nice.

If anyone is ever struggling, please feel free to message me. I will always respond as soon as I am able to. I never want anyone to feel overwhelmed, alone, anxious, or anything else. I love you, please take care of yourselves

Y/N let out a long breath as she landed back on the Hogwarts grounds. She had been looking absolutely everywhere for Sebastian and still had yet to find him. She had checked the Undercroft, the Restricted section, his dorm room - she had even flown to Feldcroft on the off chance he was there to fix up the old cottage - but he was nowhere to be found. She grumbled slightly to herself as she made her way back to the Slytherin common room, hoping at the very least she could catch him before dinner. Not that he would attend the meal anyway.

Y/N had been looking around for him for the past few days, but all she caught were fleeting glances in class before he bolted out of the room as fast as possible, looking more and more exhausted each time. It broke her heart to see him so rundown and she was determined to help him. She smiled in passing to Grace, who stopped her with a knowing look and pointed to the corner of the room where the large windows were. Y/N spotted the familiar mop of brown hair and thanked the girl before making her way over to him and slid into the spot next to him on the sofa.

“Hey, you,” Y/N smiled softly. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Sebastian turns his head fractionally to look at her and offers her a weak smile before looking out the window at the Black Lake again. She manages to catch sight of dark rings under his eyes and his pale face before he turns away from her to watch the fish swim by.

“How can I help?”

“Seb…” She feels her heart sink at his demeanour. “I’m worried about you. You’ve not been yourself lately.” He sighs heavily and leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“What have you heard?”

“I haven’t heard anything.” Y/N shakes her head slowly and moves along the couch just a little bit so that she can lower her voice. “You’re my best friend, Sebastian. I can see that you’re not okay. You look like you haven’t slept in days, and I don’t think I’ve seen you eat a proper meal in that time either. You might have everyone else fooled into thinking you’re okay on the surface but I can see below that.” He mulls over her words for a few moments before looking at her with a half-smile.

“I’m just an open book to you.”

“Sometimes,” she admits with a quiet laugh. “I don’t want to pry, but please, if you need to talk to someone I’m here. I don’t want you to feel alone in whatever you’re going through.” Sebastian gives her a warmer smile, but his eyes still have a haunted look about them.

“Do you want the long version or the short version?”

“I’ll take whichever version you want to give me. I’m here for you, Seb.” Y/N holds her hand out for his, letting him decide if he wants to take it. He looks at it for a beat before quietly lacing his fingers through hers and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world and I won’t let you think otherwise,” Y/N’s tone is a little shaper than she intended, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “You told me once on one of my bad days that it’s not a race to the end. Take your own advice, Sebastian.” He huffs out a quiet, humourless laugh and shakes his head.

“Shame on you for using my own words against me.”

“Shame on you for not using your own perfectly good advice.” Sebastian rolls his eyes at that, before letting out a quiet sigh and leaning back in his seat.

“I think I’m just overwhelmed.”

“With school?”

“With everything.” His eyes slip closed and Y/N allows her mask to drop for a split second, allows all the hurt and pain she feels for the man in front of her to show before she quickly hides it again. “It’s school, it’s Anne, it’s Solomon. It feels like everything is piling up at once.”

“You’re speaking to Anne again?” Y/N asked, trying not to let the surprise show on her face.

“No, not quite. I…I sent her an owl asking how she’s been. Explained how sorry I am for what I did and told her that I missed her. That not a day goes by where I don’t hate myself for my actions in that tomb.”

“What did she say?”

“She misses me too, but it’s still too soon and she doesn’t know if she can forgive me yet.” Y/N doesn’t know how to reply to this without it sounding like she pities him, so instead she squeezes his hand gently again and places her free hand on top. “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”

“I think she will, one day. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to placate you or give you false hope - I genuinely believe Anne will forgive you. I know I barely had a chance to get to know her, but I saw how much you two love each other. She just needs a little more time.”

“I know,” he sighs and turns his head to look at her. “I just wish I could jump forward until then.”

“Would it be incredibly corny to say if you skipped forward to the best parts you might miss out on all the good things in between?”

“Definitely.”

“Too bad, I said it.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Sebastian laughs again, and Y/N feels her heart leap at the little bit of warmth she can hear in it. “I need you to know how much I appreciate you. Everyone else seems to think I’m fine except for you. You can see straight through me and I can’t quite work out if that’s terrifying or not.”

“Well, I’m biased, but I think it’s pretty great. Besides, you can see straight through my bullshit as well, so it’s only fair I can do the same.”

“That’s true, I guess.” Sebastian squeezes her hand again and turns in his seat to face her. “Thank you for checking on me, it means more than you will ever know.”

“You think I’m done mother henning you?” Y/N clicked her tongue in mock annoyance. “Get up, we’re going to the kitchens to get some food for you.”

“Why does it sound like we’ve fallen into the tough love part of the night?” Sebastian groaned as she tugged at his arm to pull him off the couch.

“Because we have. All I’ve seen you consume the last three days is coffee and the occasional blueberry muffin.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” he scoffs lightly as they walk out of the common room. “You don’t even drink water most days, all you drink is coffee.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.”

“You’re a hypocrite.” Y/N looked over her shoulder at Sebastian and couldn’t help but laugh at the pout on his face. She resisted the urge to pinch at his cheeks as she continued to lead him towards the kitchens.

“Well, I’ll make sure I drink a nice big glass of water if you eat a full plate of real food.”

“...multiple glasses of water.”

“Deal,” she rolled her eyes at him playfully and came to a stop outside the portrait for the kitchens. With her free hand Y/N tickled the pear, a small smile coming to her face as it softly giggled before swinging open for them both. She pulled Sebastian in after her and waved in greeting to a few of the house elves as she made her way over to a table.

“Miss Y/N!” Posie, a female house elf, darted over with a large smile. “Oh, it is so good to see you again! And you brought a friend!”

“Hi Posie. I’m sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been a little busy.” Sebastian felt his heart swell as Y/N gave the creature a genuine, wide smile and pulled him forward. “This is Sebastian. Could I trouble you for something to eat for him?”

“And you,” Sebastian nudged her gently. If he was going to be subjected to her fussy, caring behaviour then she was going to join him. “It’s nice to meet you, Posie.”

“And you, Mister Sebastian! Posie will go and bring you both some food right now.” The small creature dashed off in search of something to eat and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly as she sat down at the table.

“She likes you.” Y/N turned to look at Sebastian with a curious smile. “Posie, that is. Merlin, is there anyone you don’t have wrapped around your finger?”

“I’m not that special,” she laughed quietly. “I can think of a few people who definitely have it out for me.”

“Point them out to me and I’ll put them back in line.”

“I can do that myself, but thanks for the offer.” She laughs quietly and turns to smile at Posie as two plates alleviate in their direction, as well as a jug of water.

“Can Posie get anything else for you?”

“No, thank you Posie. This looks wonderful.” The house elf beams at Y/N’s words and lets them know to call her over if they need anything else before disappearing to help prep for dinner. Y/N gave Sebastian a pointed look as she poured them both, silently conveying she would not be taking a sip until he took a bite of his food. He sighed at her, but the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned as he took a large bite out of the chicken on his plate. She nodded in satisfaction and drank from her glass until it was finished and then refilled it. “You know, it’s a shame you haven’t been around, you missed my hair going through every colour of the rainbow for a few days.”

“You what?” Sebastian coughed slightly and looked up at her, eyes wide in surprise. “Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t! Not on purpose at least.” She laughed and began to pick at her own plate of food. “Garreth has been working on a fire-breathing potion that doesn’t hurt the user or burns things around it. I offered to test it for him and roughly every hour my hair would shift into the next colour on the spectrum.” Sebastian had no words for this, but he was quite clearly trying to hold back his laughter. “Personally I think I looked absolutely stunning with Slytherin green hair.”

“You’re absolutely stunning regardless.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could process them and he offered Y/N a sheepish smile. She rolled her eyes at his words, but there was a pleased smile on her face.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Sallow.” She nudged his foot with hers gently and gave him a small wink as they finished their meals in a comfortable silence. Y/N watched as some colour began to return to his cheeks, and even though he looked absolutely exhausted, he began to sit a little straighter as his body started to digest the much needed meal. They took some blueberry muffins with them as they left (with Posie making them both promise to come back soon) and even though he wasn’t quite back to his usual self Y/N could see the change in him from such a simple act of self-care. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Are you telling me I look tired? Way to make a man feel good about himself, Y/L/N.”

“Oh hush,” Y/N flicked his arm. “Stop deflecting and tell me.”

“I slept last night.”

“Enough?”

“Define ‘enough’.”

“I’m going to take that as a no.” She narrowed her eyes at him and began to lead him back to the Slytherin Common Room. “Are you going to blush and stutter and protest if I put you to bed?”

“Blush and stutter? No. Protest? Absolutely. I’m not five years old.”

“Well, stop acting like it and start taking care of yourself.”

“When did you swap from mother hen to this tough love act?”

“When you started to sulk and pout.”

“I am not!” he protested. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on her face as he groaned in defeat. “I can’t stand you some days.”

“I love you, too, Seb,” she laughed as they walked into the Slytherin common room, not breaking her stride as she led him up to the boys dorm, not caring that a few people watched with wide eyes and probably assumed the worst. “Am I staying with you to chat and relax or would you rather just sleep?”

“Stay with me, please. At least until I sleep.”

“Okay,” she nodded once and sat on his bed, shoo’ing him towards the bathroom. “Take a shower while you’re in there, I’ll be waiting here.”

“Are you trying to tell me I smell?”

“It’s cute that you think I’m going to dignify that with a response considering your cologne smells amazing and you know it.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him and all but pushed him towards the bathroom and shut the door behind him. She could hear him laugh from the other side before the door creaked open and he slipped back out.

“Before you reprimand me, I need clothes. I can’t very well come out in just a towel, can I?” he teased, watching as she flushed. She threw one of his pillows at him as he rummaged through his wardrobe for something comfortable and narrowly avoided it as he tossed it back, along with a large shirt. “My cosiest shirt if you want to get comfortable too.” He gave her a soft smile and retreated back to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she toyed with the soft fabric before getting changed as quickly as she could, unsure of how long he would be in the shower for. The shirt fell down to her thighs, so she shed her skirt as well with a quiet sigh and got herself settled underneath the blankets and waited patiently for Sebastian.

She leant over to grab one of the many books that were laying on the floor by his bed, but instead she caught sight of the picture frames he had on the table. One was of an older couple and Y/N could only assume they were his parents. They seemed to be chasing two toddlers around a garden before scooping them up and smiling for a family picture. The next was a drawing of Sebastian, Anne and Ominis that only looked to be a few years old and Y/N recognised Feldcroft in the background.

The final picture brought a small flush to her cheeks and she carefully picked it up for a closer look. It was a drawing of her and Sebastian from last year - she would recognise that coastal background anywhere. A large group of them had made their way to the beach for the day when the weather was good, and Garreth had been doodling in his ever-present notebook with a sly smile. Y/N had asked him what he was doing, but he simply waved her off and muttered something about potions and equations. She knew he had been lying to her (especially when Poppy leaned over to have a look and began to giggle) but had brushed it off and turned back to her conversation with Sebastian, but what she didn’t expect was for him to be sketching a picture of the pair of them as they smiled at each other. She definitely didn’t think Sebastian would be in possession of said sketch, or that he would keep it by his bedside.

“Was that your grand plan, then?” Sebastian asked teasingly as he walked out of the bathroom, rubbing at his hair with a towel. “Send me to the bathroom so you could snoop?” He draped the towel over a chair and walked over to see what she was looking at. “Oh, Weasley gave me that a little while back, said he meant to give it to us after the beach but forgot.”

“And you decided to keep it on your bedside?”

“Of course. I don’t know if you noticed but only the most important people go there, and I didn’t have a picture with you before.” Sebastian said the words as if they were the most normal thing in the world while he climbed in next to her and lay down. “Do we get to cuddle too?”

“Do you want to?”

“Do I want - what kind of question is that, of course I want to cuddle,” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her playfully and tugged her over, his hand slipping over her waist. Y/N huffed out a laugh and placed an arm around his torso, her fingers trailing up and down his back soothingly. She felt his whole body relax against hers as he let out a content noise. “If you keep doing that I’ll be asleep in no time.”

“Good. You need it,” Y/N replied quietly. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp before running back down his back again.

“No, I need to thank you first.”

“You absolutely do not, but if you really want to, you can wait until morning.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Always.”

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dreamingofmarauders · 11 months ago

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Broken Hearts

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which Y/n wakes up from a dream on the morning of Sirius' birthday that shatters her heart yet again, reminding her of the one person she can never have.

Warnings: Secret pining, Heartbreak, Jealousy

A/n: I hope you enjoy it and I do want to make a part two of this, but I just don't know when that will be happening lol.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Part two to 'Broken Hearts'

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

The sun shone brightly down onto Y/n, the lake glistening beautifully in front of her, the birds chirping and a slow breeze blew. Y/n smiled softly. An arm wrapped around her waist, turning her around. She smiled widely.

It was the one who ruled her heart, her best friend, her companion of seven years.

Sirius Black.

He looked down at her softly, pulling her closer that made Y/n gasp at the proximity. Sure they were touchy as friends but this felt different than the others times.

Y/n gazed up into Sirius' stormy grey eyes, losing herself in the beautiful yet chaotic storm.

"I love you, Y/n." He said, making Y/n feel her world turn upside down.

"What?" She softly breathed out, unable to believe what she had just heard.

"I love you, Y/n." Sirius repeated, gazing softly down at her.

Y/n's face broke into a huge smile.

"I love you too." She replied, making Sirius' face light up even more and he leaned his head down as Y/n felt her eyes flutter shut.

His lips brushed hers when Y/n's eyelids flew open and she moved back, earning a quizzical look from Sirius.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked confusedly.

Y/n slowly shook her head, stepping back, leaving the comfort and warmth of Sirius' arms. "This isn't real." She whispered. "This isn't real."

Y/n's eyelids shot open and she sat up, breathing heavily as she looked around. Reality came crashing down on her and her heart shattered into a million pieces. Y/n threw the covers away aggressively and rushed into the bathroom, almost slamming the door before remembering her friends were asleep.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached for the cool water from the tap, splashing the liquid over her face, relishing in the coldness. Y/n looked up in the mirror, feeling her eyes tear up.

Why did it have to be her? Why did she have to be in love with one of her best friends, who would never look at her in the same way?

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

A few hours later, Y/n found herself in the seventh year boys' dormitory, awaiting the birthday boy to step out of the bathroom. She along with the boys were all hidden, and when the door opened, they all sprang out, throwing confetti everywhere and screaming together,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY PADFOOT!"

Sirius was stunned for a second before his face broke into a grin, grabbing James and Peter into a headlock, messing up their hair.

"Thank you, Prongsie and Wormy."

He released the pair who scowled at him, to which Sirius barked out a laugh. Sirius moved over to Remus and patted him on the shoulder in gratitude. Finally, his eyes moved over to Y/n, who felt her heart flutter. He came over, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and placing a kiss on her head.

"Thank you, love."

She smiled up at him, feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach. Sirius dropped his arm from around Y/n and a coldness washed over her. Remus noticed the expression on Y/n's face and he pulled her over, wrapping an arm around her. She sent him a grateful smile. Only Remus was aware of how Y/n felt towards Sirius.

Fast forward a few more hours and Y/n along with Lily, Marlene and Alice, found herself at Sirius' birthday bash. The music blared, the lights danced off the walls, people shook it out to the beat, drinks in hand and laughs erupted everywhere.

"How's my favorite girl? Enjoying the party?"

Y/n's lips turned upwards as Sirius came into view, Remus right behind.

"Yeah, it's brilliant, considering, Jamie, Rem, Pete and I are the ones to plan it out." Y/n answered making Sirius chuckle.

"We only got a party because it's my birthday." Sirius replied, "So really, it's all thanks to me."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up, you big baby." She said, and Sirius put a hand to his chest.

"You wound me, darling."

Y/n only shot him a sarcastic smile before grabbing Remus' arm and pulling him to the dance floor. "Dance?"

Remus rolled his eyes in annoyance but Y/n saw how the corners of his mouth twitched upwards for a second. "Well, you've already dragged me here, so why not?"

Y/n placed a kiss on Remus' cheek, "Aw, you're the best Remmy!"

Remus placed his hands on Y/n's waist as her arms came around his neck, and the two moved along to the beat. Y/n's gaze wandered around and in the corner it landed on her three other best friends. Sirius was trying to balance a spoon on his nose, but failing miserably. He was being cheered on by Peter and being laughed at by James.

Y/n felt herself smile at the sight. She loved her friends so much. Her eyes went back to the grey eyed boy, who had now given up his efforts and was instead laughing. Y/n admired him. The way he threw his head back, his hair framing his face, the joy on his face.

"Y/n, how long are you going to keep this up?"

Y/n tore her gaze away from Sirius to Remus who looked down at her with concern.

"You know Rem I can't tell him, it would ruin everything."

"It wouldn't, Y/n. Trust me, I'm his best friend as much as I am yours, I know everything about the two of you." Remus answered sincerely.

Y/n frowned slightly, "Please don't give me false hope, Rem." Y/n looked back to Sirius and felt her breath catch in her throat when her eyes locked with his grey ones. "You know it's not just a simple crush, I've fallen for him." Y/n said, while she kept her gaze on Sirius.

Meanwhile, Sirius was being told the same thing by the remaining two Marauders.

"Padfoot, just tell her already."

Sirius broke his eye contact with y/n and turned to look at James who had just spoken.

"She doesn't feel the same way. It would only destroy what we already have, and I can't afford to lose her." Sirius replied, his heart tugging at the very thought.

He watched her and Remus sway together, a smile on her lips and he felt himself melt. However that moment didn't last, as someone else came along, her eyes set upon Sirius Black.

Meanwhile, Remus had managed to at least make y/n think over about telling Sirius. Not only that but he had lit up a hope in her heart. Y/n excused herself to grab a drink to quench her thirst, and her eyes flitted to the corner where the boys were. Y/n felt her heart clench like it always did when she saw another person with Sirius. The girl pressed her lips to his and y/n looked away, her heart shattering for good.

Tears pricked her eyes and her hands shook. Her mind flashed back to the dream she had earlier the same day, which worsened the pain. She could not believe herself, couldn't believe she saw the truth in Remus' words. She hated herself, hated herself for falling in love with someone who would never return her feelings.

After all, a love kept like this would only ever result in broken hearts and nothing more.

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lcvekatsuki · 1 month ago

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. . c h a p t e r 01 . . .

“struggling to find my way”

The bus ride was shakey and bumpy as it swayed across the city of Musutafu, Japan. My hands clung tightly to the metal bar that was above my head. I could hear the beats of my heart pumping through my ribs.

I was going to the best police department in the world, UAPD ( U.A police department) it would be an understatement if I said I was nervous. I looked out the window seeing the sun beaming against the city’s tall scrapers. People bustling around and walking trying to find their purpose.

I always had a thing of wanting to help people or maybe even save them? But there was always one person in your life, you can’t save.

My phone rang from out of my purse, picking it up I see the caller id.

Akio.

My brother who’s been on the run for two years and I helped him. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t say no, he was my . . . Brother. But now im stuck in a rabbit hole because of him.

I swiped answer on the phone and lifted the phone to my ear. “Akio you know you can’t call me on this phone, they’ll track you and they will find your location.” I whispered my face filled with disdain.

If anyone knew about this, I could go to jail and I would lose my opportunity to be a cop.

“Sis c’mon , they probably forgot about me. It’s been two years, and relax this is a burner phone.” He chuckled causing me to glare.

It confuses me how calm he could be in this situation , he is a run away criminal. I took a deep breath and looked at the phone. “Okay, okay, just stay safe and stay indoors. I’m going to pay your rent and send you the money next week, kay?” I questioned leaning my head back further into the seat.

Since he was a criminal , he was also flat out broke and couldn’t get a job because it would alert all the high end police. Posters with his face were everywhere , so I took it of myself to pay his rent and give him money.

Which meant I had to work triple jobs, and it barely covered my small apartment as well. Thats why I want to become a police officer, it pays well and im doing something I love.

Greedy I know.

“Got it baby sis, thanks a lot for everything . Love ya !” He chimed causing a tiny smile to form on my lips. Waving goodbye to him , I close the video chat call.

The bus made an abrupt stop and i knew was my stop. I could see the UAPD’s huge building in the distance. Sliding my phone in my purse I walk out the bus.

Clutching it tightly my sneakers kissed the concrete as I walked towards the large building. Remeber when I said it was huge , yeah it’s bigger than that.

I breathed in and out as I looked at the large sign ontop that said UA police department. Opening the glass doors, collecting eyes from people waiting in the building. I lifted my ID that hung around my neck, letting them know that I now work here.

Entering the elevator, I was about to press floor number 2 until a girl with pink frizzy Afro hair and beautiful brown carmel skin ran to it sliding in . (yes i imagine mina black when its quirkless , im sorry if you don’t . just imagine something else)

She huffed and breathed loudly with her hands on her knees. “H…h..hi im Ashido Mi…Mina.” She managed to say lifting her hand up.

I was hesitant but I lifted my hand up to hers giving it a firm shake. “L/n Y/n.” I firmly said as I glanced at the necklace that hanged around her neck , a detective badge.

Mina giggled as she saw where my eyes landed. “Sometimes I don’t even know how I landed the job.” She teased. “Also , are you new ? I never saw you around.”

I nodded my head softly, pressing my palms together as the elevator started to move. “I’m a rookie in training… this is um, my first day on the job.” I sighed as I was token surprised my Mina’s arm being wrapped around me.

She squealed as she held my so tight I felt like my circulation was cutting off. “You’re such a cutie Y/n ! Oh wait I can call you by your first name right?” She questioned as her big brown eyes looked at me , batting her long eyelashes.

Mina seemed very nice, at the academy I had 2 friends. But they weren’t like Mina, Asuka and Kyoko would always make nasty comments on how I didn’t deserve to be at the academy.

And they were right.

“Um , yeah you can. Can… I call you also by your first name?” I squeak out nervously, maybe I was misinterpreting everything maybe she didn’t want to be my friend-

My legs felt like they were being lifted off the floor as Mina picked me up and spun me around, causing me to let out a little snort.

“Ofcourse you can girl ! We’re deft going to be best friends.” She giggled as she put me down , the elevator dinged and the doors opened. We both walked into room 1-A , it was surprising that we were both in the same zone.

Mina then paused as she face palmed. “Oh shit , I forgot my phone downstairs I’ll be back Y/n.” She yelled already taking off.

I couldn’t help but giggle quietly as I opened the glass door , the room was almost full with some seats empty . there were different officers from different branches present in the room , I could see from their tags around their neck.

I pursed my lips as I walk toward the back , sitting in an empty chair that was two seats away from a guy with an electric bolt in his yellow hair . Murmuring was present but I ignored it , already used to it , I plugged my AirPods in my ear as I waited for everything to start .

A few minutes passed by an empty chairs soon to be filling up . a large figure with red pretty hair sat next to me , I would steal glances at him admiring his hair .

I wonder if it’s soft or not .

Our eyes caught each others and he was about to speak to me until a loud voice and looming figure was in front of me. “The fuck are you doing in my seat?” Bakugou hissed , his crimson eyes looked down at me like I was the most disgusting thing he ever saw .

And that’s when it clicked , it was THE sergeant Bakugou Katsuki . The prodigy of the police academy , everyone knew his name . His remarkable marks on every test , outstanding skills, am-

“Do you fucking hear me you deaf extra?” He spat in my face , his eyes were scrunched like he was threatening me . I looked around and saw everyone was staring at me , I swallowed hardly , and gathered my stuff with a trembling hand and quickly walked upfront .

I could fear a tear forming from my eyes and racing down my skin . Why am I crying ? Why can’t I stop ? I quickly wiped the tear away as I lowered my head .

Soon the room was packed and chairs were filled , a commanding figure with bags under his eyes and black messy long hair . I could already tell it was Commander Shota Aizawa. He was the one who hand-picked me to join UAPD.

“Settle down and listen up , we have fresh blood joining us today . ” he crossed his arms with a slight smirk as he looked at me .

“Introduce yourself , rookie . ”

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r-i-03-17 · 4 months ago

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@yasammyweek So I've decided to do another one of these yasammy week things. And I decided to do the second one, which I believe is hurt/comfort. I did one of these yesterday so feel free to check that out as well as my other headcanons. Hope you enjoy.

TW: BLOOD, NIGHTMARE, AND GENERAL SAD THINGS (but has a good ending)

Thunder and lightning shook the sky as Sammy sprinted as fast as she could through the forest of Isla Nublar. Her heart pounding so hard in her chest she thought it would give out on her, she couldn't breathe, couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of her, and couldn't hear anything over the rain constantly coming down, hitting so hard it stung her back. But out of the darkness a faint light shone through the rain and pitch black sky. The camp....if she could make it to the camp she'd be safe.

She sprinted on and on as hard and fast as she could, getting closer and closer until she finally made it to the base, but something was wrong...where was Kenji, Brooklyn, Ben, Yaz, Darius? They weren't in the ground waiting for her, or in the treehouse. She looked everywhere for them but nobody was there.

*snap*

Something broke behind her, she flipped around only to see two red eyes, massive white fingers, attached to massive white claws, and Yasmina Fadoula pinned to the ground, covered in blood and mud, with the claws of the Indominous Rex digging into her back.

Y: Sammy....help me......please.....

Yaz was silently sobbing, begging to be helped, and Sammy wanted to, but something was holding her back, holding her shoulders were three hands, one dark skinned, one tan skinned, and one pale skinned. But they weren't attached to anything, blood dripping down the arms and onto the floor. Sammy was horrified, backing away and trying to find Yaz. But all she saw was the claws of the Indominous piercing her best friends back and dragging her away while she screamed and cried, desperately trying and failing to get away. Then it was silent, deadly silent.

Sammy had just seen her best friend die right in front of her, all her friends gone, except for one.

B: Why didn't you help us Sammy? We needed you and you weren't there. Why Sammy? Don't you care? It was your fault we got trapped here in the first place, but you couldn't even bother to keep us safe?

Sammy stood horrified as she watched Brooklyn, a limp figure in the jaws of a T-Rex, speak to her in a monotone voice and unblinking eyes. Covered in blood and dirt, tear stains visible on her face, reaching an extended hand to Sammy, beckoning her to come closer.

Brooklyn grabbed Sammy's arm and yanked her in close, for a minute having a clear expression of anger, fear, sadness and pain. Inches from Sammy's face, Brooklyn spoke.

B: You are the worst person on this planet, we supported you, forgave you for stealing my phone and getting us stuck here, and yet you couldn't even be here to help us? Kenji, Ben, Darius, and me are all dead because of you!

Sammy was able to speak for the first time, sobbing and holding onto Brooklyn's hand and apologizing as desperately as she could.

Sammy: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was...I....I just... I didn't want....

B: What? Didn't mean for anything to happen to us? HA! A little late for that Sammy, isn't it? You know the saddest thing? Yaz was holding out hope for you, convinced you would save us, that you would be there when we needed you.....it's pathetic really, that girls love and admiration in you so strong that she bet her life on it.....and you let her down.

Sammy: No.....

B: YASMINA IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!

Sammy fell to her knee's, defeated. Brooklyn was right, SHE was the reason her friends were dead, SHE was the reason they were stuck on the island in the first place....it was all her fault.

A black figure seemed to appear out of nowhere as Sammy sat on her knees in the rain. As the girl looked up, the lanky, spiky, figure was all too familiar for her, the Scorpius Rex. The creature from hell raised its tail and extended it's poisonous spikes. Sammy knew what was coming, somewhere in her memory she recognized it, and accepted it. Sammy closed her eyes, puffed out her chest, and lifted her arms into the air, as she felt a sharp pain in her side, and the world faded around her.

Yasmina Fadoula sat beside the hospital bed where her wife lay, scarred, bloody and bruised. Yaz had been at a contracting job (she was a carpenter) and was having an amazing day. She was planning on picking up some flowers and a special order from Sammy's favorite fast-food place for the couples 3rd wedding anniversary. She had invited Kenji, Brooklyn, Ben, and Darius down for the weekend and they were all planning to go on a special camping trip, where Yaz had rented a portable movie projector kit, and had ordered everyone to pick out their favorite movie to watch. That's when she got the call, Sammy had been in a car accident, swerved off the road to avoid a dog, and hit a telephone pole. It wasn't looking good, and she needed to come to the hospital right away.

Yaz had broken about 16 traffic violations to get to the hospital, and almost took out a handicap sign trying to park her truck. She raced into the hospital, to find Brooklyn standing outside the door to Sammy's room, and stopped her from entering. Before Yaz could speak, Brooklyn did.

B: Yasmina, I know you're worried, and you have every right to be, Sammy's looking rough. But she needs you to be calm, if you get worked up, EVERYONE will get worked up, and that won't help anybody, so I need you to take a breath, calm down, and slowly walk into the room with me, ok?

Y:......ok.

Yaz and Brooklyn walked into the room and it took Yaz a lot of self control not to freak out. Sammy was wrapped in bandages, hooked to a heart monitor, with her chest slowly rising and falling, soaked in a pinkish red. Ben, Darius, Kenji, and Brooklyn sat with her for 3 hours before anyone said anything.

Y: Why did this have to happen, why her? I was so excited for tonight, the movies, the food, the surprise, of COURSE this had to happen to her......like we haven't been through enough already.

Ben: Surprise? What surprise, Sammy knew about the camping trip and everything already right?

Y: Yeah....she did, but that's not what I was surprising her with.

Yaz sat back in the chair that she was sitting in, and everyone noticed that her stomach had seemed to have gotten a little bigger, but not from food.

B: Yaz.....are you....

Y: Yeah....4 months along. Sammy always wanted kids, and for obvious reasons we couldn't "technically" have our own, so I found a good donor through a reputable company and....

D: Yaz that's amazing, Sammy's going to be so excited, once she wakes up........

The room went silent after that, because there in lies the problem, they didn't know if Sammy WOULD wake up, the doctor was hopeful, but remained realistic, the crash did a number on Sammy, and was very clear the only reason Sammy even MADE it to the hospital was because she was wearing a seatbelt, and only hit the pole going about 30.

Sammy was unconscious, nobody was sure if Sammy could hear them or not, because she showed no signs of moving. But Sammy could hear them, and she knew if it was the last thing she did, she WOULD wake up, and WOULD meet her child, whatever it takes.....

6 days it took Sammy to wake up, 6 days of nothing but worrying from her friends, and a near heat attack for Yaz when Sammy's heart monitor started to speed up, Sammy's heart beat apparently skyrocketed for no reason. Turns out the heart monitor had a malfunction and Sammy was perfectly fine, Yaz was not. Brooklyn almost put the nurse in a hospital bed of her own, and DEMANDED the hospital check on Yaz and the baby. They checked on the baby.

When Sammy had finally woken up, she was greeted by her wife, friends, and smiling hospital staff. Yaz immediately asked how she was doing, and Sammy had assured her that she was okay.

Sammy: All I want to know is how "she's" doing.

Sammy said as she gently and weakly put her hand on Yaz's stomach. Yaz's eyes widened in surprise, before smiling warmly at her wife, and reassuring her that "she's" ok.

Y: So, you think it's a girl....I've always wanted a girl.

S: Me too. I'll love she or he no matter what, but a daughter has always been my go-to when I think of having a baby.

Sammy beckoned Yaz closer, and whispered something in her ear. The two women smiled and looked at Brooklyn, which made Brooklyn a little nervous, but they called her over.

S: Brooklyn, you are one of our best friends, an incredibly important person in our lives, and have been nothing but supportive of us since we've been together, and we wanted to ask you......

Y: Would you like to be our child's godparent?

Brooklyn was stunned, shocked, and so happy. She immediately accepted, and thanked them for the incredible honor. The entire group hugged and talked for the rest of the time Sammy was in the hospital.

5 months later, it was Yaz in the hospital bed, when the accepted Isabella Fadoula into the world. And it just so happened she was born on the day they returned home to their families. A consistent reminder of the best days of their lives.

Sorry if it's not the best, I'm tired and just threw this together on the spot, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless

#headcanon #chaos theory #yazmina x sammy #camp cretaceous #yasammy #sammy gutierrez #yaz camp cretaceous #jwct #jwcc #yaz x sammy #baby

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of-house-atreides · 1 year ago

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Once Upon a Dream | Miguel O'Hara x reader

Summary: you've been dreaming of a man for months, another Spider-Person, just as lonely as you...

A/N: please note that English is not my first language and I'm sorry for any mistakes you can find -

Warnings: none?

Words: 1743

I want to thank my beta readers @ohantonia and @bloodredwolfsbane 🩷

You woke up once again gasping for air. Tears escaped your eyes and found their way down your cheeks. Loneliness wrenched your heart, like it always did, after he visited you in your dreams.

It was happening more frequently. Almost every night now. And when he didn’t come, you went looking for him. Sometimes finding him in a state of despair that broke your heart. You could never touch, although you were dying to hold him in your arms. You could never speak, your words like whispers fading away before they could reach him. It was like you were separated by an invisible wall. But he kept coming back. And you could feel he missed you, and you hoped he could feel you missed him too. You started wishing you could spend your life in your dreams, with him. Tell him everything was going to be okay. You didn’t know what had happened to him, but you felt everything he did. His eternal sadness. The gaping wound in his chest that left him screaming in pain in his sleep. In your dreams. He was so lonely. And maybe that was why he was coming to you. Maybe his loneliness matched yours.

You sat up with a sigh, wiping the tears away. Like every morning, doubt seized you. Was it even real? Or were you going crazy? The tall Spider-Man, the large man with his dark curls and red eyes. Fangs like a vampire. The bright red and blue suit that he never took off, like an armor. Maybe you were imagining him. Maybe it was just your subconscious manifesting your need and want for another spider-person like you. For someone to talk to. Someone to share your life with. Someone to fill that hole in your chest. Like he needed someone to fill his. But like every morning, you chose to trust yourself, your instincts. You chose to believe. You chose him.

That day was like every other. Crawling around your neighborhood, everyone knew you had a routine, and you could make sure everyone behaved. The crime rate had lowered since you became Spider-Woman. The one good thing that came of it. You didn’t like being Spider-Woman. You didn’t ask for it, and you wouldn’t have chosen it for yourself had you been given a choice. And as a woman of science, you foolishly thought you would be able to find a cure. You never did. And you’d given up on that idea after a while. After you saved an old woman from a robber. After you saved a little girl from being crushed by a truck. After you saved a bus full of people. You had power that could do some good. Who were you to ignore that?

You had had a pretty uneventful day, even for a doctor in a hospital. But everything you did, you did with him on your mind. He followed you everywhere. Every room you stepped in, you looked for him. Hoped for him. And every time he wasn’t there, it broke your heart in more tiny pieces.

You changed out of your scrubs and closed your locker with a sigh. You closed your eyes, tried to picture him, imagined what it would be like to walk out of the hospital and have him waiting for you outside. You tried not to think about it too long. It only hurt more when you let yourself hope like that. You weren’t delusional. The man in your dream was just that, a man in your dream.

You stepped out of the locker room, ready to go home, when, suddenly, the hair on your arms rose and chills ran across your body. You knew that feeling. Something bad was about to happen.

You felt the ground shake before you heard the explosion.

“What was that?!” you heard a nurse ask from behind the counter under which she was hiding.

Behind her, through the large windows, you could see black smoke emanating from the Alchemax lab across campus. The damage seemed catastrophic. You hurried towards the scene, taking advantage of the chaos to change into your sky-blue suit, and landed near the hole in the roof of the lab. You coughed as you stepped closer to the smoke. It was so thick you couldn’t even see the fire below. You decided to carefully make your way down and were relieved to see everyone had somehow managed to escape. You navigated the cloudy, unfamiliar and dangerous environment, trying to locate the flames, but it seemed they had already disappeared. Gradually, the smoke dissipated, and you found yourself alone in the mess, thankful no one had been around when the explosion occurred. Slowly, however, you started to spot a tall figure before you, as the smoke vanished around him.

“It’s dealt with. No. He wasn’t there.”

The man spoke to a device on his wrist resembling a big smartwatch. He had his back turned to you but still, there was no mistaking him. That tall and large figure, that bright red and blue suit, those dark curls... A gasp escaped you, alerting him of your presence. He turned around swiftly. And there they were. Those red eyes. Looking right at you.

His face dropped as his eyes grew bigger. The air stuck in his throat as he stared at you dumbfounded. Neither of you dared to move, too afraid you would wake up and be alone once again.

“It’s you,” he breathed.

You slowly removed your mask, so he could see you as you saw him. A tear fell down his cheek, and you were dying to wipe it away, to take his face in your hands and kiss them all away.

“You’re here,” you said in a whisper.

Desperate to touch him, you held out your hand, slowly, as if he were a small animal you could scare away. It felt like forever, waiting for the other to move, but he took your hand and you felt like melting away.

“Oh, you’re here,” you cried as you hurried towards him and buried your head in his chest.

Instantly, he enveloped you in his strong arms, his cheek coming to rest on the top of your head. He held you tight, as you did, tighter even. You couldn’t believe it. He was here. Not only was he real, but he was here! You moved away to look up at him. Just the sight of him filled that hole in your chest. You brought your hands to his face, but he was so tall, you had to tiptoe. He made it easier for you, falling to his knees before you. He was there, at your feet, finally face to face, and you finally felt alive. Alive and awake. After all this time. Months of sharing dreams, months of delusions, months of craving him. At last, you were touching him. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks as you smiled down at him, leaning your forehead against his.

“You’re real,” he sobbed.

“So are you,” you laughed, and he nodded.

“I thought...”

“Me too,” you reassured him. “But I knew.”

“So did I. From the beginning. Always.”

“Me too,” you sniffed.

“What’s your name?” he asked as he moved to look at you, and you realized there was so much about each other you didn’t know. You answered him. “That’s a beautiful name.”

“What’s your name?”

“Miguel. Miguel O’Hara.”

“It’s good to finally meet you, Miguel.”

“You too, mi amor.”

A small laugh escaped you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your nose in his hair. It felt so good to finally be able to touch him, to embrace him, to be embraced by him.

“Where have you been all this time?” you asked in a whisper.

“I-... it’s complicated.”

“We’ve been sharing dreams for months, I’ll believe anything you tell me,” you promised, looking back at him, caressing his cheek with your knuckles.

He chuckled as he took your hand in his. “I’m from another universe,” he said, and somehow it wasn’t that hard to believe. “I created an… organization for people like us from around the multiverse. We were chasing down an anomaly, I followed it here.”

The implication was clear. You had been sharing dreams, but not a universe. But you had overcome the first, you could overcome the latter.

“So... you’re not from my world?”

“No.”

“So, then... you’re not staying...” you murmured as you moved closer to him, your fingers nervously playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before taking your chin between his fingers. “See this watch? It allows me to go anywhere I want, travel to any universe. I'll give you one, so you can come visit me all the time, even stay with me if you want.”

“I want,” you nodded eagerly, gripping the collar of his suit, brushing your nose against his. “I really, really want.”

“Good,” he said with a bright smile before he pressed his lips against yours.

He took you by surprise, but you wouldn’t complain. You moaned against his mouth, sliding your fingers in his curls and he groaned as you fisted your hands in his hair. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, just to take your breath away again. And again. And again. Eventually, he released you, his hot breath hitting your skin as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Come home with me? Plea-“

“Yes. Miguel, take me home.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as he held you tighter. You saw his lips tremble, and you knew exactly how he felt. Like you could finally breathe. Like a weight was off your chest. You had spent the last months living a nightmare, with the uncertainty of your sanity, of his existence. You had even started doubting what was real and what wasn’t, started wishing you could live in that world of dreams where you knew you could always find each other. It had started to feel more like home. He had started to feel like home.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “Everywhere. Wherever I went. I never gave up.”

“I’ve been waiting. I’ve been hoping... I... I didn’t know how...”

He stopped your rambling, gently pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. His meaning loud and clear: it’s over now, we’ll never be apart again.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #oscar isaac #atsv #fic #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction

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shokobuns · 4 months ago

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ch. 0 — sunday morning

sappy pathetic little me... that was the girl i used to be!

masterlist / ch 1. – sweet nothing

note: this chapter contains mixed media (written + texts)

synopsis: writing songs about the fling that broke your heart catapults your band into fame. unfortunately, his bedroom won't be the last place you see him

ALTERNATIVELY — you and atsumu learn to get along for the sake of your best friends.

warnings: alcohol, college party, suggestive, implied sex, slight angst

In the house of a friend’s friend, the lights are dim, the air is stuffy, and the music is just another layer of sound over the little conversations in the crowd. You’re not sure who the host is. Maybe it’s the person putting out more red solo cups on the counter. Maybe it’s the person directing people towards the backyard to spark up a joint. Maybe it’s the DJ, who’s actually doing a decent job tonight, or maybe they’re all roommates hosting together.

Either way, you’re having fun and that’s all that really matters in a setting like this. You’re in a corner with the close friend you came with and a few other girls you two had just met, doing a mix of giggling at every bad transition between songs and gossipping about the owners of the house.

“Did you guys know that Suna Rintarou lives around here?”

“No? Who is that anyways?” you ask, sipping from the solo cup in your hand. The drink tastes terrible, but it’s definitely doing the job.

Josie, who you just met tonight scrunches her face in confusion, “You don’t know Suna Rintarou? He’s like everywhere on campus… not like physically, but I mean that there’s a ton of banners with him all over school.”

“You mean the hot guy in those volleyball promotional pictures?” Mika excitedly asks, looking towards you while you break into a fit of laughter.

“You’re joking, right? Mika is literally in love with him. She loves seeing her pookie bear every time his banner’s in the student center.”

“This is her chance to get with him! Unfortunately, I think he went upstairs to go deal with his drunk teammate, who’s also fine as fuck, by the way! Think he’s the one with the spikey gray and black hair who started dancing to 212. Such an interesting guy…”

You know exactly who she’s talking about and it definitely sounds about right. When you came in a few hours ago, he was shotgunning cans of beer, pouring shots and taking them with different groups of people. If you had consumed as much alcohol as him, you probably would have had to go to the hospital.

“His name was Koutarou, right?”

You hesitantly nod. the name sounds about right. “Speaking of Koutarou being wasted, I think it’s shot o’clock…” you deviously smile as the rest of the girls groan.

“I think I’m one shot away from hunting down all my campus celebrities at this party. You’re gonna have to take this shot by yourself, girl.” Mika replies, shaking her head along with the other girls as you boo them on your way into the kitchen.

The counter still has a decent amount of alcohol despite the clutter of empty bottles and the first thing you grab is a half empty bottle of Malibu. This should definitely be enough for you and more. Pouring some into your cup, you notice someone in your peripheral approaching the space across the counter.

“Need some help with that?”

Looking up, your blurry eyesight and the poor lighting can barely make out a clear picture of his face, but he’s definitely handsome. His doe eyes are shining despite the dim lighting and you can make out the fact that he’s really fucking tall. Broad shoulders, blonde hair.

“I'll be fine. Did you want any?” you hold out the bottle, offering to pour and he obliges, sliding his empty cup across the counter.

“Cheers!” He immediately gulps it down before you place the bottle back on the counter.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to tap our cups together… I think we need to pour another shot,” you pout, waving the bottle in his face.

“Awh, man… You’re right, I'm sorry.”

You pour out another one, this time, taking a shot together, clinking your cups before gulping them down.

“You know anyone here?” he asks, walking around the isle until you turn and he’s in front of you, leaning against the counter.

“If I'm being honest, no!” You laugh nervously, “I came here with my best friend and one of our guy friends. I don't know if you know Tetsu, but he helped someone out with their chemistry homework and that somehow led him to bringing us here.”

“That name sounds familiar. Spikey black hair, right?”

“Yeah! Have you met him?”

“Only briefly,” he recalls, “Really nice guy. Didn’t know he had such pretty friends.”

You squint back at the blonde who casually sips on the drink he just mixed for himself. In those few seconds, you weigh out your options. This guy is definitely flirting with you. And he also stayed for a conversation. He definitely wants to fuck you. And you could just lie and say you have a partner. You could also just tell him that you need to stay with your friends. There’s a lot of excuses you could come up with to leave the situation.

Or you could also fuck him.

It’s been awhile and you aren’t really looking for anything real in terms of relationships. And there’s a decent looking tall blonde right in front of you. Sure, you don’t know if he’s any good, but why not find out? You’re sure Tetsu would pick you up if anything goes wrong–he’s definitely sober tonight after what happened at the last party. When you take a peek at the corner, Mika is laughing with the other girls you had just met and this time, Tetsu is with her.

“I know. He’s really lucky to be around me.”

The blonde scoffs, “Oh, really? What do you get out of being friends with him?”

“He’s loaded. And also ridiculously smart.”

“Yeah, he’s super into math isn’t he?” The blonde turns his body towards you, “What about you, though? I think I wanna get to know one of his friends… for, you know, economic reasons.”

“Using me to get close to Tetsu's money? Why don’t you just sleep with him yourself, sugar baby?”

“You think he would really spoil me like that?” he smiles and you notice a mischievous sparkle in his eye. You are definitely fucking this guy tonight.

“You can try. I think it just might work.”

“I'll wait for him outside of the economics building, then,” he leans in a little closer, lips brushing against your ear, “My name’s Atsumu, by the way. What’s yours?”

You yell your name back at him, hoping your reply didn’t drown under the music. It goes on like this for ten more minutes, talking about school, playful flirting. It's probably one of the most unserious interactions of your life, but you like talking to him. You like the occasional brushes against your cheek and you like how you’re not scared at all. Atsumu was surprisingly really easy to talk to, but it could also be because of the liquor in your system.

Bringing your lips closer to his ear, you cup his face, “You said you live across the street, right?”

“Yea,” he replies, tugging at the strap of your top. You’re practically undressing with your eyes, grabbing his hand and leaning your head towards the direction of the exit.

“Can I see your room?”

“Woah! Are you trying to sleep with me or something?”

You roll your eyes as he grins, “Kidding!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Just let me know when you wanna go and we can bring your friends with you for support.”

“What the fuck, Atsumu?”

“Kidding! I got ya again!”

— osamu and rin saw you around the apartment that week. they questioned atsumu about it, but he gave super vague answers. they figured maybe he wasn’t completely over his ex when they noticed you disappear.

— tetsu tutored osamu for math! he got invited to his house party during their last meet up. before helping out fairy fish's with marketing, he double majored in communications and chemistry.

— you never responded to atsumu’s message because you didn’t even know what to say.

— satoru is a HUGE gossip, he’s really good at getting information from people in a sneaky way. suguru, on the other hand, doesn’t have to resort to sneaky techniques. people just trust him a little too much naturally.

taglist: @ris-krispie

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dreamwritersworld · 2 years ago

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What if..? Part 2(Sully family x reader)

…I was pulled away from the tree and I turned to see my father next to me…he wasn’t smiling like everyone else was, he was having different visions. I began to connect again, I couldn’t talk to Y/n this time…I just was able to just see us….I couldn’t help but be curious as to what real visions my dad would have..he never payed attention to Y/n…what memories did they have?

*Jake’s Vision*

(purple = Y/n’s thoughts) (purple bolded=Y/n talking to Jake in his vision)

*the first part is first person but everything else from His visions are in third person he’s like a ghost! *

He saw Y/n from behind with blood covering her two bulled wounds, huge gashes and sharp pieces of a plane piercing through her body.

“…y-y/n?”

Y/n slowly turned around with tears in her eyes.

“Look at me! Look at what you did to me! What am I now? The dead daughter? The forgotten daughter? The missing daughter?! I’m nothing.”

Jake tried so hard to pull away…get out of the vision…but Y/n had a really tight pull on him.

“You don’t get to just leave! Not this time.”

There was eerie ringing and suddenly Jake was home.

Y/n was rushing in to show her father the glass figure she traded…pure and innocent excitement…

“Dad! Look what I traded a bracelet for-“

…until she slipped on crayons Kiri had left on the floor and the glass broke. Y/n got a small cut on her arm from falling with the glass.

“Y/n! No playing around. Look at the mess you made now.”

Y/n was 5…tears were begging to fall. She didn’t know if it was from the glass or being yelled at by her father. Worst part of Jake’s vision was that he can feel all her pain, her thoughts and the way her fear and discomfort settled in.

“No. No crying Y/n. You have to stop being childish. No crying. That’s another order you’re breaking.”

Y/n’s tiny heart was racing while her hands began to shake and play with the bracelet Y/n refused to trade in for, the bracelet Rey’akana gave her a week after they first started training.

‘Uh oh I did something bad…I didn’t mean to. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s ok! I’m fine!’

Y/n was looking down at her bracelet searching for comfort

‘Maybe Rey’akana will get me another pretty glass figure? I can’t wait to go back to training tomorrow-‘

“You’re a mess Y/n. You’re hair is messy, and your clothes are all wet!”

‘messy? Oh no…I tried to tell mom about my hair…maybe tonight! My clothes were wet from me playing near the river with Rey’akana today….he helped me get beautiful water flowers!’

“I know father, I just saw these pretty flowers at the bottom of the river! Would you like to see-“

“No excuses! You should be clean before you walk into this home.”

Y/n looked everywhere but her fathers eyes she was extremely uncomfortable and her anxiety was running high…she was just trying to be nice to her father.

“You are to stay here for the rest of the day Y/n! First go, Clean yourself up!”

Y/n began rushing to go to her hammock.

Jake watched himself walk out the home as he slowly walked towards the little girl, watching her as she cried. Y/n was pulling on her hair.

‘Stupid hair! Stupid ugly hair! I hate this!’

Jake watched horrified as he felt how the girl was pulling and scratching at her hair so muchthat she was leaving small cuts on her scalp…

“…did you really have to be that mean.”

It went black and…

They were now in tsahik’s hut.

Jake watched Y/n mourn over Rey’akana’s death…as if he was her own father. He saw how she begged him to stay, holding onto him to not leave her alone…mentioning how upsetting her situation with her parents was, something she never liked acknowledging, always looking at the bright side. Rey’akana was the one to comfort her through it all…it didn’t go unnoticed how Tuk had said some words or phrases Rey’akana once said. Jake felt Y/n’s heart burning…her innocence going down with Rey’akana. Y/n stayed with Rey’akana the rest of the night while he was getting cleaned up to be sent to Eywa, no one noticed she was gone…she stayed for his ceremony.

A couple of months later she was taking the small belongs Evung said Rey’akana would have wanted Y/n to have. It took awhile to get the strength to go through Rey’akana’s belongs.

Y/n was walking home with her bag of Rey’akana’s things while it was nearing eclipse…she didn’t realize it would take this long, she was beginning to freak out.

‘I’m going to make it home! It’s ok…’

suddenly y/n had memories of her and Rey’akana going through the forest singing short songs

’We’re going on a bear hunt we’re gonna catch a…big one!’

A unfamiliar Navi about the same age as y/n came out of nowhere and startled Y/n.

“Oh hey! You’re olo'eyktan’s daughter! The other kids and I created a wooden cart do you want to take a look?”

‘They’re trying to trick me. They’re mean…they will lock me up in a wooden box for all I know.’

“Oh well actually…sorry but I have to get home!”

“oh…ok!”

The mischief kids were throwing hand signals to not give up while Y/n was walking away giving an uncomfortable smile before she did.

“We just worked so hard on it … I guess we got excited for you or someone to see it! …but that’s ok! I’m sure your siblings will be really excited about it tomorrow!”

‘My siblings? Maybe they weren’t playing tricks! No one’s ever said that…what if this was super cool.’

“…really?”

“Oh yeah! We couldn’t find them right now but we found you! It’ll take two minutes, you’re probably late to get home already.”

“Ok…I’ll go!” Kids got in their position ready to a take a few hits on Y/n…she was the best warrior in their division and she was younger than them..?! they believed she only got the title because of her ‘privileges’ of being Toruk Makto’s daughter…they were jealous.

The two kids were climbing down a hill towards s certain tree.

“I don’t see anything..?”

The quietness in the forest made Y/n nervous and her anxiety was raising…you can hear it when she spoke and you can see it in her eyes.

“…actually, I’m sorry but I have to go.”

The boy suddenly put Y/n to a stop before calling out the kids that were hidden.

‘I must get out of here. This is scaring me I-I can’t breath. I feel stuck.’

“You’re very strong Y/n.”

“…thanks.”

“Our wooden cart is cool right.?”

Y/n saw a child pull on a broke wooden box.

“…yes. It is! It’s very special!..unfortunately I have to go.” The kids were quick to follow Y/n as she climbed up the steep hill and they tried yanking her down. Y/n kicked their faces and arms as she pulled herself up, running home.

When she did get home she was breathing out hard “Dad! Mom! The-there were these kids they- they tried to-“

“Y/n! You were out after eclipse I don’t care what you have to say. Go to bed!”

“But dad you have to listen to me, they are dan-“

“What’s dangerous is that you’re out there doing Eywa knows what! Stop arguing against me Y/n.”

‘Fine! It’s fine! I just- that was really scary..’

it was indeed not fine..he saw how y/n rushed to her hammock to sleep with Rey’akana’s belongs…the only thing that provided her comfort, she knew it’d all be ok when she slept.

I was almost ambushed and hit by kids older than me…was i really that dangerous?…was I really that bad? So bad that even before the death I witnessed…you still didn’t want me then either.

Now Jake was back in the main area of the village while he saw himself working, Y/n came in the vision jumping around with a small camera norm gave her from the lab.

“Dad! Hey dad! Look at me!” Y/n let out some giggles of excitement, while snapping a picture of her father…her laugh really was beautiful.

‘Oh dad! Always doing work! At least I caught him on a game of hide and seek! I got his reaction!’

“Y/n stop it! Do another round of hide and seek go now!”

‘Oooo another round? How-’

“Go! Now go count!”

Y/n ran in excitement while he father walked away quickly in annoyance….it showed In the photo too.

“…I loved the way a photo could capture a moment before it was gone…and now that im gone…am I finally ‘it’…the one who gets to hide?…Eywa hasn’t granted you the wish to find me…”

It went went white…and then you could hear screaming…y/n’s scream and tuk’s screaming…both screams were unforgettable.

a scream from Rey’akana’s death

and…

a scream from Y/n’s death.

“was it really worth it dad..? did you mean what you said when you told me I never faced death…? Did you forget when you slashed glass across my head…?”

It went black once again.

Jake felt blood rushing from his head and how his body gave up…and suddenly it stopped…now he was by Y/n’s hammock.

He watched Y/n while she explained the tape recorder she had hidden for Tuk to always listen to her voice, if Tuk ever missed her…a small camera was also in the box. Y/n really did prepare Tuk for her death.

Jake watched as Y/n and Tuk walked out the home once Y/n had placed the two items back in the hidden spot. Jake instantly ran towards the two items and then he turned around when he heard a painful scream and it went black again.

“you really don’t get it do you?…you don’t get to see me that way…not yet. they won’t allow it…how do you think she’ll react when she finds out your part of my murder…?…my sunshine…you ruined what I protected her from, it’s your fault. I kept your image clean for her…no matter what. You only ruined it for yourself.”

Jake was now watching himself yell at Y/n…he only now begins to realize what exactly he was saying…how his words had unnecessary hatred to the girl who did her best in everything. He then saw the way Tuk defended her after Y/n was passed out from the hit she took. He felt Y/n’s headache from being hit on the head hard and Tuk’s heartache at the thought of death nearing.

“Murder changes everything. When I was alive, I never hated anyone, not even you…but now hate is all that I have for you in the realm in between. I want you cold and broken.”

Jake now watched Y/n as she cries while he is unable to speak, to be the one to comfort her…love her the way she was supposed to be loved during her time on pandora…instead of him being there…it was Rey’akana. He did all the things Jake wished he could do with Y/n…he wished too late.

“I was stupid…I was so stupid….To think he’d actually save me.”

“He does not own you Y/n. You can be set free of him…once Eywa brings you peace and he goes through a journey of his own consequences”

“I should be at peace now…That man took my life! My own father! He left me out there to die.”

“You will see sunshine…in the end you will get your peace.”

“…Y/n Sully. 14. Daughter of Neytiri and Jake sully. Murdered by her own fathers ‘accidental’ intentions.”*

Jake was practically shoved out of his vision. Sweating and breathing heavily…his own visions haunted him.

He realized that Y/n was only a child doing it all on her own. Jake was forced to watch how he treated Y/n during her time here…how could he tell Tuk? …that he was the one who failed Y/n.

Jake slowly turned to the rest of his family…they were smiling at very small and faded memories of Y/n…Tuk had the most colorful side of Y/n. Her smile was so bright…she looked so much like Y/n…acted like her too.

Everyone pulled away immediately talking about Y/n…how they didn’t know how much they knew until now. Jake had to watch while they were all happy to see small memories while Tuk stayed quiet…she was upset….

They don’t deserve to see their memories of Y/n…I know it’s mean but it’s true, maybe it’s because they weren’t as mean or they did spend some time with Y/n and I just didn’t know maybe I was just wrong…but there’s a reason why dad is so quiet…he didn’t have anything with Y/n except bad memories.

Judging by the looks of it…he’d keep his visions on lock down.

We all went to sleep but I was driving myself crazy…what happened that day..? Who failed Y/n?

I woke up slowly bringing my hand to my cheek…I miss Y/n’s kisses. I got up, determined that I will get to the bottom of my sisters death so I finished what was needed and quickly went off to discuss my ideas.

“Ok Neteyam listen to this…one of the young warriors, I forgot his name but I know his face. He appears perfectly normal but he…had a big crush on Y/n! I mean extremely big! What if he didn’t want her with anyone else and was just too scared to confess so he just didn’t help her on the battle field? He saw her trying to leave and just shot her repeatedly…Right? I mean you guys said you didn’t see her hurt that bad!”

Mom comes in the conversation

“That boy, wouldn’t hurt a fly and he wasn’t in the war party that day.”

“I followed him today! He was getting Y/n’s signature beads!”

“…he’s made a gift for our family Tuk!”

“My point is…we need to start working backwards. Start looking at Navi’s with strange connections!”

“…Tuk, This doesn’t change anything”

Tuk still was ignoring her mother, too deep in her emotions while Neteyam just silently listened to his mother try to stop a talkative Tuk…she was driving herself crazy.

“Please will you just stop now Tuk? Will you just stop?! Can’t you just leave it alone!” That being said Neytiri turned around quickly building up tears as she walked out of the home. Jake was getting irritated by the second…hoping Neteyam would take over and Tuk would stop fighting.

“I know you’re been trying to deal with this in your own way Tuk but…mother is not coping very well. She needs someone to help her get through this! Our support.”

“You don’t think I know that Neteyam! This is my way of helping her. If I find out who it was that failed her…it’ll bring peace in knowing who secured Y/n’s death-“

Jake couldn’t hear it anymore. She was getting irritating so…he did what he only knew how to do…he did what he swore he wouldn’t repeat…yell at his child the way he yelled at Y/n.

“Tuk! Shut it! Just be quiet! You need to stop! You’re going to bring your mother down with you. Stop creating these ideas in your head of what went down…she’s dead! It’s over.”

Neteyam was in shock, he looked down at the little girl who was freshly filled with even more adrenaline and he tried to pull her away to calm her down

“Father, it’s ok I will handl-“

“No! It’s ok I will handle this myself! You’re the one who needs to stop dad! I felt sick thinking of the idea that maybe it was you who failed Y/n, I was angry in the moment and it all felt out of place…but now? You’re too quick to push away her death. I don’t know what you did…but you will not, dismiss Y/n’s death like she was nothing.”

Tuk quickly walked away to go enjoy comfortable silence by herself, hiding Y/n’s voice recorder in her bag while Jake ran to connect to the tree of souls…hoping now that since Tuk maybe realized it was him who did wrong by Y/n….Eywa would let happier memories through his visions…even if they weren’t with him.

*Jake’s vision*

The moment of him yelling at Tuk played before him while Y/n began speaking

“…You can live on one moment for a long time father. You could feed off a memory over and over again…but it doesn’t take you long to feel emptiness coming back to you….you just let the need of rage, resentment…rise in you again…do not do this to Tuk.”

Now Jake was in their empty home and he heard small cries come from Y/n as her dad yelled in her face about things he couldn’t hear because Y/n’s present voice echoed over his talking.

“You have finely tuned instincts…You know Tuk is beginning to wonder about how easily you brushed off finding me…and I know you hoped, a small part of you was hoping I wasn’t dead. Yet you told my siblings to stop worrying and that I just ‘need a break’…joking around about how I couldn’t handle war but wanted to be a warrior. Tuk seems intent on crowding you…and you resent it don’t you father..?” *

Then Jake disconnected but it wasn’t because he wanted to…his body did it unintentionally from fear of his own daughters words…

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Huge cliffhanger 🫡 I wanted this part of the story to feel like a nightmare to Jake. Y/n has very deep feelings on the way she was treated and she never got peace…her father won by leaving her to die and practically taking her away super early in life. So in this part Y/n just expresses and shows some parts of how she was treated wrongly by Jake. I hope you guys notice also the little things of mistreatment like the way it was fully ok for Kiri to leave things on the floor! Remember the crayons that were on the floor from Tuk was playing with them during the ‘Once innoncent’ series? Y/n was yelled at for ‘leaving a mess’. Welllll y/n tripped and fell on a ‘mess’ Kiri was allowed to leave! There was some deja vu with the way Y/n was cut on her arm by the glass and She was slashed on the same arm when she died! The whole mini song Y/n was singing on her way home was a nursery rhyme Y/n sang with Tuk in the last series when she was showering Tuk! There are so many parallels in this series and I just loved sharing that with you! Hope you enjoyed! 💕

*p.s I would love to hear your guys thoughts too! I love reading your comments 😊*

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Adar: the character study

When writing about Adar, I present him as a deeply layered character: he balances strength, vulnerability, and a blend of ancient wisdom with an animalistic edge.

The circle of orcs around her parted for some reason. Durga heard whispers. The whispers were respectful, similar to the whispers that greeted older women at the council. In the smoke and vapour of the tunnel, another face appeared, yellow-pale, with old burn scars. The face was human, though - Durga squinted one eye and looked closer. An elf?

“How did you end up here, girl?” He asked in pure black speech. Shocked Durga, though, decided not to back down. Whoever he was, he spoke her language and the Uruk-hai listened to him. So she could speak through him for they would not listen to a woman.

“The first one who tries to stick it into me will pay with his face and his life,” Durga warned. The elf grinned in response. He had a strange grin, devoid of any joy, any mirth.

“You are a half-breed. Was your father a Uruk? You have clean skin and clean bones. It is good to see that Uruks have begun to be born without deformities.”

Durga roared in response. The Uruk above her pressed his foot on her chest, growling something about respect. Blood rushed to her face, but the pain soon passed. Uruk pulled his foot away. The elf stared at him, and Uruk seemed almost frightened. Or ashamed?

“You do not wish to continue your lineage, though it is the duty of each of my children. Then what do you want?” the elf asked, eyeing her without much interest.

“Freedom,” Durga said, swallowing. The elf kept his eyes on her. His silence changed after her answer.

Adar’s connection to the stars highlights his contemplative, almost poetic side, contrasting with the darker, harsher elements of his existence. The stars symbolize a sense of peace and reflection for him, possibly linking back to an ancient memory of a more serene past before corruption.

Durga rested her elbows on her knees, looking up at the stars. Adar hadn't said exactly what he was going to finish, the orders were only to dig. Only the commanders close to him seemed to know what he was doing. Here Durga didn't feel entitled to ask further even though she had his permission. Back home, in the camp, it was easier to believe that everyone was equal, but even there Durga didn't have the courage to ask such questions of her elders. And here it was Adar before her!

The stars overhead looked like glittering crystal balls, the air smelled of flowers opening after midnight. Durga huffed at her weakness and cowardice. Perhaps the time Adar had given her could have been put to better use. She could have been smarter and braver and asked more interesting questions to study better. But those kinds of questions weren't on her mind.

“Do you like the stars?” Adar broke the silence. Durga tensed, but he looked at her in a way that she realised the question was simple and sincere.

“Very much. Do you?”

As the story progresses, Adar’s interactions reveal a softer, more emotional aspect of his personality. He becomes less the cold, authoritative figure and more open, showing glimpses of tenderness. It shows that, despite the darkness that surrounds him, Adar is capable of genuine feelings and empathy, even if he struggles to express them fully.

Adar turned around and Durga saw him again. His ordinariness stunned her. He stood very straight, his hair was a little messy, he had wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and thick, once-broken ears. He looked tired, but content. He gestured to Durga and she approached, feeling a stone drop from her heart. As she approached, Adar took her by the forearms and placed her in front of him. From here Durga could see something she had not seen before - there was a human skull lying in a cage, glistening brightly in the sunlight.

“Look,” Adar nodded to her. “There is life everywhere.”

Durga looked at the skull and thought that grass had already sprouted through the bones in the old battlefields. Once these hills had been riddled with trenches and forests had been cut down to make way for barracks and bridgeheads. Years had passed, the wounds had healed, and the land had blossomed again. The thought made her both sad and happy.

Durga looked at Adar over her shoulder. She met his eyes and saw understanding in them. Adar could not be like Sauron, she thought determinedly. He wouldn't drag the orcs into a new war unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I think they told you all the things I didn't get to,” Adar said, looking at Durga carefully. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

Adar’s ancient nature is apparent in his dialogue, which often carries a weight of experience and melancholy. He embodies a sense of timelessness, but there is also a tragic element to him—incompleteness. Morgoth's influence left him partially transformed, never reaching the full, ethereal beauty and wisdom of an elf. Instead, there is something raw and untamed in his demeanour, hinting at an animalistic side that occasionally surfaces. This duality makes him both intimidating and oddly endearing, as his vulnerabilities shine through despite his attempts to mask them.

“Teacher,” she began, pausing to remember how elves put words in a question. “Can you tell me about who you are?”

“You already know who I am,” Adar replied. He ran his palms over the grass, touching but not crumpling. Durga noticed because she herself liked to put her palms down into the grass and feel the leaves and stems caressing her skin. She liked to pick up on little things like that.

Ever since Adar had started teaching her Quenya, Durga had found it easier to speak and think in Black Speech. It was as if the thoughts in her head began to flow faster. Adar had an unusual way of speaking, it helped too. He would ask questions that were seemingly about nothing, but the answers came out the most interesting. Durga tried to do the same, but she wasn't very good at it.

“Actually no, I don't. You are the Lord Father, the protector of the Uruks. But still, who are you, where do you come from?”

“You're asking the wrong question,” Adar corrected her. “It's because you want to know very different things. You want to know how I became Lord Father. You also want to know about my past. Do you want to know about my battles? You're curious about how I learnt quenya. You want to know why I say I'm an Uruk, but I don't look like an Uruk. All of these questions should be asked separately. Or choose between them the one answer to which will help you learn the most.”

By focusing on these contrasts, I attempted to craft a character who is not just a figure of power but also one who struggles with his own identity. Adar is being caught between what he was meant to be and what he has become, making his actions and motivations more complex. Through his developing bond with his companion, the reader can see a more nuanced side of him—one that desires connection and understanding, even if he is not fully capable of achieving it.

Adar noticed her when he had already gathered his writing implements before he left: a stack for the tablets and an iron quill for the paper. Durga recoiled, covering the entrance with a mat. A moment later, Adar came out.

“What is it?” he asked. Durga showed him a bundle of hares.

“I'll take them to the kitchen and tell to cook them. Do you want a roast or a stew with wild carrots?”

Instead of answering, Adar touched the ring in her nose. He frowned as he studied it, tilting his head back as if he could see better from afar.

“Utul put it in my nose today,” Durga explained. Adar let go of the ring and Durga thought she saw approval in his face.

“It's beautiful. And it suits you.”

The interplay of light and shadow in Adar's personality mirrors the duality within Adar himself. He exists in a world fraught with conflict and brutality, yet there is a flicker of hope and redemption in the future that he awaits for himself. The connection allows him to explore his vulnerabilities, creating a space where he can express both his fears and his desires without the weight of expectation.

Adar needs a catalyst for his own transformation, challenging him to confront the aspects of himself he has long buried. The tenderness of his caresses contrasts sharply with the primal instincts that define him, illustrating the push and pull between his violent past and the yearning for a peaceful existence.

Ultimately, Adar's journey is one of self-discovery—an exploration of what it means to be a warrior who yearns for love, connection, and belonging. The stars may serve as a reminder of his lost serenity, but they also illuminate a path forward, guiding him toward a future that holds the promise of redemption. He searches for a mirror reflecting the parts of himself he has long neglected, forging a bond that transcends the complexities of their existence and illuminates the potential for healing and acceptance.

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-> Word count: 6.8k

-> Relationships: Kim Seungmin/afab!Reader

-> Rating: 18+ → Mature/Explicit

->Genre/Tropes: Non idol Au. Winter/Christmas Au. Smut. Seungmin POV. Reader POV. Other Additional Tags to Be Added. (Spoiler tags: Strangers to Lovers.)

-> Warning tags: Alcohol, Explicit Sexual Content. Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

-> Synopsis: Memories of a romance in winter flows through Seungmin as he is on his way to a laundromat.

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The cold night was nostalgic.

The bag of laundry was pressing on Seungmin's fingers and making them white. His washing machine broke, and he lost to Jeongin in rock-paper-scissors, so he's now on his way to a laundromat.

December. A chaotic month. The streets were packed. Lights and decorations of Christmas everywhere. The crowded stores with stressed-out people shopping last-minute gifts.

He wished he would be one of them again, buying presents and getting a train to his family's house in the countryside. He sighed and shook his head.

Those are old memories now. And he tried to forget them. But the moment he squinted his eyes at the traffic lights, he noticed how they reminded him of the sunrise. The one he and you spend together in a small town.

He was at Chan’s party. Chan’s family didn’t come that winter with him, so he decided to throw a big party. Not that it was very crowded. There weren't many people in that small city.

He remembered not wanting to go that night. His body begged for staying in bed, tired of the hours on the train, and he hadn't even unpacked his bags. But all his friends would be there, and it’s been a while since all of them got together, especially after a few started college.

So, at Chan's insistence, Seungmin went. And there, he saw you.

You were dancing right in the middle of the room, swaying your hips with eyes closed, making Seungmin’s heart skip a beat.

A cup in your hand and the other wrapped around the neck of a girl. He never saw someone look so free, so lost in the moment. And with one glance you gave him, with your beautiful eyes staring at his soul, Seungmin lost it.

That night, you stole his heart.

For the most part of the night, Seungmin didn't take his eyes off you. Jisung even made fun of him, saying, "Go talk to her already, you simp."

Seungmin saw his opportunity when he went to the open area. His feet stopped at the door when he saw you, cigarettes and two cups in one hand, a huge open bottle with another cup full in the other. He just knew an accident was bound to happen when you were walking back inside looking at your feet.

He saw the scene in slow motion, you were coming in his direction, going back inside. You didn’t see a drunk girl walking in your direction, and you bumped into her. You manage to save the bottle, but the full cup falls. On him. Wine ended up spilling on both of your shirts.

You apologize thousands of times, and Seungmin only smiles, happy you talked to him. He would never forget your face at that moment, a cute frown of confusion at his reaction and a small curve on your lips. Amusement.

"Come with me. Let's change our clothes," you said, not giving time for Seungmin to say something and dragging him through the party to a laundry room in the corner of the house.

He saw you open the dryer machine. There were a few clean clothes in it. You must be pretty close to Chan if you roam around his things like that. He suddenly feels embarrassment spill out of him. She must be dating Chan.

"Chris washed a few of my clothes today. Mine is broken." You point at the washing machine. He held back a sigh. Maybe they aren’t dating, then. "I'm pretty sure there's one of his—here!" You find a black shirt for him and a gray one for you. "Give me yours to wash."

He stared at you, not reacting at all, as you extended your hands. You arched your eyebrow at his hesitation.

"Do you want me to turn?" A playful smile in your pretty mouth.

He takes off his dirty shirt, fast and clumsily, and gives it to you. No one prepares him for the sight of you doing the same. He tried not to stare, but the few seconds he glimpsed felt like heaven.

He turned to the wall, hearing you turn the machine on to wash. Then a few seconds later, Seungmin feels cold fingers run down his spine and your voice close to him. "For you."

Seungmin grabs Chan’s shirt, trying not to stare at your eyes, and wears it. You were already dressed in a comfortable shirt.

“Thanks," he managed to say.

You sit up on top of the dryer machine. And stares at him."So, who are you?"

He feels the corner of his mouth turning. You were pretty cute with your legs dangling.

"Seungmin. I’m a childhood friend of Chan."

"Y/n," you said, smiling, and Seungmin's heart raced.

"How do you know him?" Seungmin asked. He doesn’t remember Chan talking about you.

"My mom knows his dad from work, so we bumped into each other a lot," you say, shrugging, "but it’s been a while since I saw him."

Seungmin nodded. "You two are close?"

"Not that close. But he’s a dear friend." Your voice is filled with affection when you say it.

Seungmim sat on the floor. The tiresome day catching up.

"You live here in town?" You asked, and he saw the glint of curiosity in your eyes.

"City. Needed to catch a train to get here."

"I needed to catch a plane."

He must have made a strange face, because in the next second, you were laughing at his face. A melodic laugh. He wanted to hear it again.

"I'm studying abroad," you say.

He wanted to ask you a bunch of things. Where did you study? What did you study? What do you like to do in your free time? How often did you come to visit your family? When will he be able to see you again? Would you let him kiss you? He didn’t know where the sudden interest came from, but what came out of his mouth was, "You came here only for Christmas?"

"Unfortunately. I used to spend it in the city with my dad and his family, but this year he decided to come here."

He caught an annoyance in your tone that he found cute. Seungmin snorted. "You don't like Christmas?" He said, trying not to yawn.

"No. Do you?"

He shrugged. "I don't mind." He closed his eyes against his wishes. He actually wanted to keep looking at you, at your eyes and your beautiful lips, appreciating your microexpressions. Why was he so taken with you when he didn't even know you?

"Are you that sleepy?" You say it with a smile on your lips. Seungmin wanted to kiss them.

He nodded, fighting his eyes to see you. You were breathtaking.

"I know a way to pass the time. Want me to show you?"

You tilted your head innocently, but your eyes got darker for a moment. Seungmin felt his blood rushing right then, like a bomb of caffeine that made his eyes wide open.

"Come closer, Seungmin."

He took a deep breath. Hearing you say his name made his stomach twist. He wanted to get close to you the whole night, so he didn’t wait and walked to you.

He places himself in the space between your legs, arms either side of your thighs. In no moment did he touch you. Even if his hands itched, hurted to do just that.

"Show me," he says. The lust and need in his voice were obvious.

You smirked, placing your hands on his jaw, cold fingers tracing his cheeks. He closed his eyes, holding himself back from turning his head to kiss your fingers.

Then he felt it.

The light touch of your finger on his lips, pressing so deliciously that Seungmin exhaled deeply. He wanted you.

He opens his eyes to see yours, filled with desire. Your hands went to his hair, and the next second, you clashed his lips with yours.

It was rushed, sloppy, and a little rough. He tasted the wine when your tongue slid against his. Your hands moved down his chest and stomach until they stopped along the edge of his underwear, making him hold a gasp.

He needed you so bad.

"Y/n," he said, trying not to wince at the desperation in his voice. You grazed his bottom lips with the tip of your tongue.

"Don’t hold back," you said. Seungmin felt his whole body tingle, and that was all it took for him to bury his lips on yours. Devouring you.

As Seungmin went lower, pecking and biting your jaw, you let out a groan, dragging your fingernails into his back.

His hand dipped your head more to give him space to explore your neck. And he caught your hot skin between his teeth, sucking and kissing, before reaching up and flicking your ear lobe with the tip of his tongue.

He moved down to your neck again, but this time he only grazed your skin with his nose, smelling your body wash. Cigarettes and lavender.

"Seungmin," you say, and his name sounds divine on your lips.

He leans in, one hand falling to your waist and gripping it firmly, the other to the curve of your ass.

As he presses you forward on his groin, you gasp.

He felt you straighten again before rocking just slightly, letting him feel the heat of your pussy. You kiss him as your legs wrap around his waist.

Seungmin could feel the volume of your breasts in his chest, making his cock hard.

The kiss deepened as his hands cupped your breasts and you sighed into his mouth. Your hips, searching for friction.

If you keep giving like this, Seungmin would lose his mind, so he holds your hips still and hears you whine against his lip. His whole body shivers with the sounds you make.

He backs away just enough to see you, and with the desire he sees in your eyes, he almost forgets to breathe.

"Please," you say, and he closes his eyes. His dick was so hard that hurted.

Slowly, his hands travel from your waist to your legs, and he spreads them.

Gently, he traced his knuckles against your wetness, making you jolt. Your breath hitched, and your hands went to his shoulder.

He pushes your panties to the side and slides his fingers through your folds before slipping them inside you, slowly and deliberately. You groan as you draw into a kiss, and the moist sound of your pussy makes his dick twitch.

He was thankful for the loud music outside and the people's voices, so he could hear your moans without fear of getting caught.

Your hand moves to palm him, and he groans at your touch.

An electric jolt runs through his veins. His breathing quickens as he fingers you again, this time trailing his thumb up your wetness and touching your clit with a featherlight touch.

He smiles against your lips when you wiggle your hips, trying to follow the pressure of his hand.

That night was the first time he learned these details about you. How it feels to hold you in his arms, kissing and licking the curve of your lips, your moans and sighs, your taste, how soft you are beneath his hands, the way you touch him, making him close his eyes in pleasure—the sweet, frantic sounds you made as he kissed you.

It felt like both of you were two puzzle pieces that finally came together.

In no time, you two became friends.

That fucked.

Every night, you two would hang out. Eat pizza at Chan's house. Go for night walks around town. He loved showing you every part of the city and telling stories of his childhood that would make you laugh. He didn't even mind if it was embarrassing to him. It was worth it to feel the way you'd incline your body toward him as your belly hurt from your laugh.

But his favorite part was when you'd drive till the end of the town to a place close to the river and you’d see the stars together, and in the car, Seungmin would explore every part of your body he craved the whole day for.

You left him crazy, and every time it got harder and harder to not feel more. It was dangerous. You wouldn't stay in the country. He couldn’t let his heart get hold of him. He needed to keep being friends with benefits and nothing more than that.

It was a sunny day, even though it was still winter. Seungmin went to your house.

That morning, he prepared some snacks and drinks with the help of his mom, who wanted to know everything about you. The girl who softened Seungmin’s heart. He wasn’t someone who would easily fall in love. Even after a few relationships, he never really let himself fall completely. But you made him feel more in a few weeks than he ever did in any of his previous relationships. And it was scary, so he tried not to think too much of it.

He messaged you earlier, telling you about his plan, and when he got closer to your house, you were already waiting outside for him. His heart raced just by looking at you. So beautiful.

The house you were staying in was big and located close to a trail that led to a lake. He saw your father looking from the window at the kitchen.

"My father won’t be nice to you, so don't bother trying," you say. The playfulness in your eyes made Seungmin smile.

You had a table and double chairs by your side, and Seungmin went to carry them, but you stopped him and said, "Let’s go by car?" You smiled as he saw the spark of lust in your eyes. Seungmin already felt butterflies in his stomach.

There wasn’t much snow yet, and the sun was perfect for a picnic. You choose a nice spot in front of the lake, where the rays of the sun keep both of you warmer. He got the small table, and you both set up the snacks and drinks.

He's been wanting to ask you to spend New Year's Eve with his friends. You don't seem to get along with your family, and Chan wouldn't be in town by then. Seungmin didn't want to leave you alone. Or maybe he just didn't want to leave you.

"So, I was thinking, you told me you'd spend Christmas with your family. What about new year?"

"I'll be in the city with my mom."

"Oh." Seungmin nodded. His hopes dying in his heart. You will go soon.

You laid on your chair watching the lake. Seungmin was watching you. How you would close your eyes to feel the warmth of the sun, and you’d smile when a few birds sang or squirrels passed close by. And sometimes he’d catch you humming a song he knew was your favorite.

You laughed after he told you about how Hyunjin once fell on the lake at his house when Seungmin saw your eyes widen. You stopped laughing, and a smirk formed on your lips. He wanted to kiss you so bad, but when he sees your eyes stopping on the pier of the lake, his stomach drops.

"You aren’t thinking what I'm thinking, right?"

Your eyebrows wiggle, and your eyes squint with determination.

"No way."

"Come on, baby."

Fuck. That nickname always made him lose his mind. Always made him do whatever you asked. But it was ice-cold water you were talking about.

"Not a chance. You're out of your mind."

"It will be fun," you say, getting up and sitting in his lap, your crotch touching his, making his dick twist.

"We’ll freeze to death."

"We won’t. I’ll keep you warm," you said, grinding on his lap and making him groan.

"And what am I going to get in exchange?" He arched his eyebrow, and the desire he saw in your eyes made him even harder.

"Anything you want."

"Fuck." Seungmin could already imagine all the things he wanted to do with you.

He kissed you deeply right there, just the way you like—biting your lips and making you give a breathy moan—and then took you off of his lap.

"Let’s go then." He felt a little proud to see you, with amusement in your lips and wide eyes. But as he went to the pier, he couldn’t help but think, Am I really gonna do it?

He stared at you and then back at the lake. Seungmin knew he was going to freeze his balls. He was already regretting it, but when he met your eyes again, you winked and stripped naked. His heart stopped before racing again, and that was all it took to make him change his mind.

He'd seen you naked before, but it didn’t matter how many times he saw you—you always stole his breath away. You were beautiful, a silhouette so perfect he wanted to spend the whole day looking at it, tracing his fingers and making you shiver, kissing every part of your body. He wants you more than anything now.

So, he gathers the courage and imitates you. When you noticed what he was doing, you didn't stop staring at him, not even to finish taking off your pants.

He saw the goosebumps on your body. And his skin was already hurting from the cold, teeth shattering, and eyes tearing.

"Let's go!" You took his hands, and your eyes met his. Both of you stupidly smile at each other.

"On three, one," he said.

"Two."

"Three," you both said and jumped.

The water was ice cold, and instantly Seungmin felt pain throughout his body, from his feet to his head. You wrapped your body around his. Legs on his hips and arms on his neck. He pressed himself against you.

"Let's get out. Let's get out," he said, mouth trembling, and you laughed, even if your trembling made it harder for you to do it.

He didn’t know what was worse: being inside the water or staying outside with his body wet. You two ran to your things, clothing your bodies. Then, giggling, you kissed him, trying to get warm from his body. And Seungmin wanted to have you right there. "Car."

You nodded and ran for your car and turned on the air conditioning. Both of you let out a breath when the hot air filled the car. You both just sat there, waiting for the body to get back to normal. His hands were freezing.

"We are gonna get the worst cold," he said, and you laughed.

"Then we should make up for the time we'll lose," you said, sitting on his lap. His hands were at the nape of your neck, and he pulled you to him, kissing you eagerly. He wanted you. Needed you. And he kissed you even harder.

You two got sick the entire week after that. But he never felt better.

He missed that day.

Seungmin crossed the street and sees a coffee shop. He remembers stopping there on the way home to purchase some hot chocolate and blueberry lemon muffins.

He always wondered what would happen if you two lived in the same town, if you two would grow up and become best friends and end up lovers.

He wondered if you remembered that winter.

From the window of your kitchenette, the sun was setting. Your father just called you, asking if you were going to spend Christmas with your family, but you said for the nth time you wouldn't, using work as an excuse.

You never liked Christmas, but this year will be good. It was your first Christmas alone. You'll be in the city too. You were planning to read your favorite book with some hot chocolate. No screams, no fake smiles, no small talk. Just real happiness.

You were seated in a chair in your kitchen when your eyes landed on your dirty clothes. I need to wash them today.

You sighed, looking at the window again. You could see the heavy traffic, and if you squinted your eyes at the cars passing by right at the far end of the main street, just for a moment, it looked like the night sky.

It felt like yesterday, and you clearly remembered all your memories together. back in that small city in the countryside.

Spread out on the rooftop of your car with Seungmin by your side in an open field. It wasn't that cold. There was no wind that day, and both of you, with your hands interlaced, were watching the stars. You remember him saying he saw a shooting star and asked you to make a wish.

That night, you wished for both of you to find each other again. You wondered if you were the only one who kept wishing.

When you met Seungmin for the first time, you were so intrigued. He didn’t even know you, and yet he looked at you like no one else ever did. The way you wanted to be seen. Like you matter, like your presence makes a difference. It was what made you want to get to know him.

Seungmin.

A kind, smart, and honest guy with amazing beauty and just the right amount of craziness in him.

You fell hard for him.

You knew you had to go away. Go back to being the perfect daughter and the perfect student. But for one winter, you allowed yourself to be just you. And he made it so much easier for you to just be.

Even your father didn’t bother you much that winter. It was only you and Seungmin and the happiness and memories you both built.

The movie nights in his room. Making barbecue in the open with him, Chris, and his friends. The make-out sessions in the car. The night walks through the small city. It felt perfect to be with him. Like fate.

But like everything good, it doesn't last longer. The last day you saw him was the most memorable. The day after Christmas.

On that day, you dropped by his home. He opens his door with devilish hair, still in his pajamas. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

His mother was smiling at you in the corner, and you greeted her shyly. His family was nice to you, and it hurt your heart that you tried to not let them get too close. You didn’t want to get attached, knowing the goodbye would be harder for you.

Brushing the thought away, you extended your arms and showed a bag of delicious food, two coffees, and said. "It's a good morning for a walk?"

The smile he gave you, lifting his eyes and making them shine, stole your breath away.

You lived close to the beginning of the trail, and you found a nice place that you didn’t show him yet. It was the perfect opportunity.

As you walked, he told you how Christmas was in his home. How his sister burned the main dish and how they messed up the exchanged gifts, they all slept late, and the chocolate cake was delicious. He made cookies of different shapes with his friend Felix, and you are currently eating one, which was really good.

And as he told you, images of him smiling, annoying his sister, and laughing at Felix when he’d started dancing in the kitchen came to mind.

Christmas day with your father was cold and lonely, as always, and thankfully this time it was only him and not the rest of your family that annoyed you even more.

But different from all the past winters, this one was only cold for one day. The one day where Seungmin wasn’t with you. With him, all the other days were warm, despite the cold. This was the best winter season you ever had.

You were grateful to Seungmin. He was the reason you felt so much happiness.

The trail was wet. The snow was melting and the earth was damp and slippery. You two walked with hands locked.

Seungmin was humming a song you like. You’ll miss his voice, melodic and smooth. A voice that brought chills to your body and warmth to your heart.

The trees clear up to a lake—not the one you swim in with him but a smaller one. Where you could see a big house on the other side with a small pier in it. You were looking at it and didn’t notice where you were stepping, so you slipped on the snow. Seungmin tried to hold you, but, in the end, both landed with their butts in the snow.

You two looked at each other and laughed your hearts out until tears started to fall.

He helps you get up, and holding you to him, he says in your ear, "You okay?"

And you lean in to kiss him. A peck. innocent, but holding so many feelings in it.

"Now I am."

He holds your hands again, and you both keep going.

"It's so pretty here. I didn't even know this place existed," he says, and you could hear surprise in his voice. You smiled a little, pleased that you could impress him. That he at least would remember you every time he came here.

You were both on a cliff close to a school’s court. You could see the school far down and the whole city from there. And looked like it was entirely covered in icing sugar. A beautiful and magical sight.

The wind was gentle, and you could only hear the breathing of both of you, Seungmin’s hands warm against yours. Time could stop right now.

"I found it in one of the old maps of the city, and—" He turned to you and connected our lips. You smile against his lips and finish." —I wanted to show you"

Seungmin pulls you close, kissing you one more time. Slowly and deeply, exploring every inch of your mouth desperately, and you loved it when he did that. Because you too were desperate to feel him. All the time.

"Thank you." He kissed you again on the lips and your forehead. His hands around your waist. "How am I supposed to let you go?"

You couldn’t answer the question. You didn’t even want to think about it, so you just kissed him back, pressing yourself harder into him, feeling his taste, and promising yourself you'd never forget it.

Later, you go back to his house. You spend the whole day together in his room, cuddling with him. You wished you could stay in that moment for your whole life.

There was pizza for dinner with leftovers from Christmas. His parents kept asking a bunch of things, and you tried to answer them all, but you saw how Seungmin's shoulders were dropping.

It wouldn’t last. His parents didn’t need to be this excited about you. Tomorrow you’d be gone, and you felt bad about it too. But you didn't regret it, and you didn’t want to think that Seungmin would regret it either, even if the thought had been bothering you for a while now.

Your hands went over the table and found his, giving a gentle squeeze. And when you were about to bring them back, Seungmin held on tightly, interlacing your fingers with his.

It was those little but meaningful acts that made your heart beat faster and filled your stomach with butterflies. You didn’t want to say no when he asked you to stay a little longer in the car on those past nights or when he insisted on walking you home, even if his house was far from yours. And he always asked. It was his way to show he wanted to be with you.

You exchange a look with him, and your breathing falters. You weren’t ready to say goodbye.

"Let’s go to bed," he said in your ear, and your eyes widened. You never stayed to sleep in his house. You look to his parents, but his mom was already getting up, saying she would search for some change of clothes for you.

You thank his family for the dinner, then Seungmin takes your hands and drags you upstairs, saying, "Come on."

You are both in bed already, his arms wrapped around your body, your face in the crook of his neck, and your legs over his lap. He strokes your back lazily, soothing you to sleep. You place soft kisses on his neck. How did it end like this? Is it normal to develop feelings so fast? Did it matter? I’ll be gone soon. Your eyes were growing heavier, and your heartbeat was slowing due to Seungmin's warmth, but you didn't want to fall asleep just yet. You weren’t ready for the dream to end.

"You're tired, baby. Sleep," he whispers against your ear, making you shiver.

Baby, your lips turned up upon hearing the endearing nickname. He only called you that in these very intimate moments.

"I don’t want to."

His fingers go to your chin and gently turn you toward him. He knew you'd be gone by the morning. He stares at you intensely, his eyebrows furrowing a little. Then, his lips brush yours lightly—an almost kiss.

"Then let’s stay awake."

The night passes in a blink. You two stayed together, kissing, touching, loving, and whispering sweet nothings and everthings. The sun hadn't yet risen, and you wanted to do one last thing to him before it appeared, ending your sweet dream.

"Seungmin?"

He hummed a yes in your ear, picking your ear lobe with his teeth lightly, making butterflies in your stomach.

You close your eyes and muster all the courage in your heart.

"Make love with me tonight?"

He instantly got out of you to look into your eyes. You were holding your breath, your heart almost exploding in your chest. For you, he stays there for an eternity before answering.

"Yes," he says, kissing you deeply. And saying ‘yes’ a million times between kisses.

Seungmin's fingers slide up the nape of your neck, as he moves to kiss your cheeks, then another kiss to the hollow of your throat, while his hands slip around your back and begin to slide the hem of your shirt.

You arched your neck to give him better access, and he obliged, his tongue flicking over the spot he’d just kissed.

Your fingers fumble to take his shirt off, but Seungmin’s hands are confident, moving much slower, sliding your clothes off you, then helping you undress him.

"So fucking gorgeous," he said, kissing the skin of your collar, then moving slowly to your chest, lingering right up to your pounding heart. He softly kisses you there before heading to your breasts, licking the tip of your nipple before wrapping it in his mouth as his other hand cups the other one.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and throughout your body, especially between your legs.

Your hands move toward him, wanting to touch him. He’s already hard, but when you’re about to wrap your hands around his cock, he stops them.

"Your first," he said in your ear. "Need to taste you first."

And then he went down to your abdomen, right below your navel. Seungmin pressed a kiss there before moving lower and…lower.

Your hand slid into his hair just as he gripped one of your thighs and threw your leg over his shoulder. His mouth finds the heat between your legs, and your back arches up with pleasure.

Seungmin took his time.

He licked and sucked you. Tasting your sweetness, playing with your clit, making you hold a moan. Your hands go to your mouth to stop the noises from coming out, and you swear you felt him smiling against your foldness. He devoured you until your stomach tightened and your breasts ached heavily. Until you shattered and came undone.

"You need to stay quiet, baby," he said, rising back at you. "You don’t want to wake up the whole house." You rolled your eyes, and he laughed before kissing you passionately, biting your lower lips, making you shiver.

Your hands travel his body, feeling his fit muscles, until you finally wrap your hands around his hard cock. The red tip begs for you to take it into your mouth. Seungmin shuddered, and his breath hitched against your lips. You don’t give him much time, and soon you're pressing him down into the bed.

You wanted to tease him just like he did to you, taking your time, but time wasn’t on your side tonight, and your body was begging to feel him. Taste him.

Your eyes met his, and with a nod of his, you went down. At first, you let your lips brush his tip, gazing at him. He gasped as his hands went to his mouth to suppress his sounds. Then you took him into your mouth.

Seungmin's cock throbbed on the flat of your tongue. And he let out a low groan, trying to be silent.

You find a rhythm he likes, and you love how hard he is in your mouth.

His hand clenched on your neck, and he gasped a breathy, "Fuck—so good, Y/n."

And you moan against him, loving how your name came out of his mouth. So needy, so desperate for you.

Seungmin flexed his hips in time to your rhythm as you took him deep, then sucked him and withdrew.

You feel his body become rigid as pleasure rushes through him.

"Y/n. Fuck—" He said, in a whisper. "Need to be inside you. Please, baby," he said, stopping you by holding your neck.

You rise, smiling at him. Satisfied you made him lose himself. He placed his hand on your jaw, his fingers tracing your cheeks, and then your lips. You kiss them, remembering when you did the same thing to him on the day you met him.

You lean in closer till your lips brush against his. Seungmin grabbed your hips and brought you to him while kissing you. Slowly, tasting himself on your tongue. You loved the way he kisses you—deeply, appreciating every bit of your mouth.

His arms were wrapped around your waist, and his fingers roamed your body. Squeezing and caressing, pressing you against him as the kiss become ravenous, and rolling you in bed.

"Condoms." He said, like he was reminding himself. His hands were about to reach the desk beside your bed when you stopped him.

You wanted to feel him without it.

"Baby," you say, meeting his eyes. "Can we do it without it? I'm on pills. And I want to feel you."

He kept staring at you until he broke into a smile, and with his hands on your cheeks, he asked, "You sure?"

"Yes, baby. I need you."

He sighed and, shivering, curled his arms around your body, seeking your lips before positioning himself between your legs, anticipation flowing out of you.

You were so wet for him, and he slowly, so slowly, slid into you.

You felt every inch of him inside you, and parts around him, breath hitching at the first thrust.

Seungmin stops just enough to catch your eye, to make sure you were okay, and when you nod, he drops his head to kiss you, and only then does he move.

He works his way in, thrusting in small movements, letting you adjust to him.

Your back arches as that pressure gives way to pleasure—a deep and rolling heat.

He kissed your neck, licked your earlobe, and drove into you relentlessly. "You're so perfect to me." His grip on your waist was firm, and your fingers clutched his shoulders.

Pleasure began building up along your spine as he lowered his mouth to take your breast and nipped, licked, sucked. Your clit was throbbing, and your hips moved to get the friction you needed.

"Oh yeah—" He moaned as he gave another thrust, longer and harder. And then, faster.

You close your eyes at the release growing deep inside you, at the love you felt with each thrust of his. It was almost unbearable. And you wanted to cry; your heart hurted and you couldn't breathe properly.

Seungmin gazed at you as he held your hip, and for a split second, something passed through his eyes. Then he kissed you with so much passion that you felt tears rolling down your cheeks. You didn't know if it was yours or his. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, hands on his hair, and legs around his body. You clenched as he leaned even more into you. as he panted against your lips, your name, thousands of times. He was shaking, and you gripped your legs tighter. He thrust faster and kissed you deeply to stop the moans and groans coming out of both of you.

And as Seungmin's breath quickens and he presses deeper, you feel your stomach tightening, your breathing getting lost, and you coil and you come undone, and a few moments later, so does he, in long, hard pulses, filling you all up.

Seungmin falls on you. And you laughed. Happiness fluttered inside you. Then, he reaches for you and kisses your forehead, soft and gentle, and moves on to your eyes, the tip of your nose, each of your cheeks, and, finally, your lips. And you feel his love in each of them. He doesn't need to say it. You can feel it, and it warms you all the way through.

It was the last time you saw him.

You try to turn your washing machine on again, but it doesn’t work.

The first time you tried to turn it on, a bunch of water wouldn’t stop coming out, and the locker in the door didn’t work, so you tried to turn it off, but that didn’t work either, so you took out the power.

When you tried again, the same thing happened, and water was everywhere.

Now you've finished cleaning your floor for the second time.

The sun was already down, and you needed to go to the laundromat before it closed.

The cold air was sharp outside and reminded you of the pain lingering at this time of year. But once the wind stops and you only feel the soft snowflakes, the memory of gentle lips on yours takes over. The memory of when you kissed Seungmin in Chris' apartment. Your laundry machine was broken too at that time. It was a good time. A smile formed on your lips. I wonder where he is now. You sighed, seeing your breath come out of your mouth.

Thankfully, you lived close to a laundromat and only needed to cross the street and walk a few minutes. You walked the street and saw the laundry.

Once you entered, you noticed there was no one except for one guy folding towels.

The smell of soap and softener made you smile. You go right to the first machine you see and put your clothes on. You sit on top of the other one. Eyeing the guy who didn’t seem to bother about anything.

With a heavy sigh, you close your eyes.It would be nice to see Seungmin again. Maybe you two could have a good time too. Does he even remember me?

From across the street, Seungmin saw the empty laundry. The memories of your kisses filled his mind as soon as he saw the washing machines when he crossed the street.

He missed you.

He missed you before when you went away, when he still had the lingering scent of yours in his sweater, and he misses you now, with nothing but his memories of you. No one could make him forget you.

He ran to cross the street and entered the laundromat, but as he took his first step inside, his feet stopped.

You are seated on top of the dryer machine.

You were startled when the door opened. A guy was at the entrance, stupidly looking at you.

Then you gasp. Time slowed as you recognized the most beautiful eyes gazing at yours.

The one you missed. The one your heart ached to see again. You couldn't help but give him a playful smile.

"Seungmin."

"Y/n."

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Author's note: Hi! I hope you liked this story. This fic was inspired by the song Remember by VOILÀ! English is not my first language, so please excuse my errors. Constructive feedback is always appreciated! I do not permit any form of copying, translation, or reposting of my work.

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guardkeywolf · 2 years ago

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Black male reader being a single mother fucking hot dad to his Black kid who loves him cuz he give her so much effection and having a sweet (only to the kid and male reader) pregnant pitbull that about to have her babies and cod boys are gushing the fact the Black male reader is even hotter when out the field

I be slaming my money for this shit I've been thinking of a hot single dad Black male reader

Thank You for Being Here

This was something I really had to put some thought into and make sure it was meaningful but fun at the same time.

Thank you for this request @gamersansblog

I hope you enjoy and 💖Happy Valentines Day💖!

Trying to raise an 8-year-old daughter and a pregnant pitbull was definitely not where Y/n expected his life would end up.

Then again, they were both the best things to ever happen to him.

Currently, his lovely white pitbull Dasiy was about to give birth to her puppies. He filled in the team a few days ago and invited them over to help him out.

Maya, his little sunflower, was more than eager to help Daisy, so to calm the girl down since she was bouncing around everywhere he asked Gaz to occupy her while he and the others got Daisy ready for when she gave birth.

While Y/n worked on setting everything up, he failed to notice the way the others looked at him as they watched him work.

Soap's eyes traced down the strong, veiny forearms of the darker man, even holding a breath as he could only imagine what they felt like when he came in contact with them.

The Sergeant found himself jealous at times when he saw the man strangle their enemies in a headlock and quickly ended them with a snap.

It sent shivers down the Scots spine at just how powerful they were even when he wasn't fighting the enemy.

"Soap, he man, you with me?" The deep voice broke the man from his daydreaming as his head snapped back to the man.

"Huh, me? Yea' I'm good," he babbled out quickly before turning away from Y/n and walking off blushing.

Daisy made a noise of confusion as she and her owner looked up at the same time of the direction MacTavish had gone before looking at each other then Y/n giving the dog a belly rub with a laugh.

"You'll be fine girl..." Y/n reassured her.

"Daddy! Is Daisy gonna be OK?" Maya shouted as she ran over to his side, being careful like Y/n told her too when petting Daisy.

"She will be Sunflower, she will be," Y/n said to Maya, watching her light up at the news.

"You're gonna be the best momma ever Daisy!" She smiled towards the pitbull happily.

From behind, Gaz couldn't help but enjoy watching the pair. It always surprised the Sergeant at just how easily Y/n could change from being a merciless man in the field to the loving father of Maya.

There was always something about watching Y/n get angry in the field and just letting all hell break lose. Gaz would admit, he was hot when he did it too. He couldn't even count the amount of time he fantasized Y/n being that way with him in the bedroom, when Maya wasn't around of course.

He rested his chin on his palm as he continued watching the man look after the snow white pitbull lovingly.

Beside him, Price bit his lip as he himself also enjoyed the scene.

If anything, he admired Y/n's strength. When he asked how the man became so strong physically and mentally, he usually said it was his mother who blessed him with it.

Price had know Y/n for a little longer than the others and had seen what the man had went through over the years. In the darkest times of his past to his best when on missions or just in general. The Captain silently scolded himself for easily falling in love with the soldier that had his heart.

The dark skinned man always sent him a bright smile in the field after every mission they completed. Price always felt his heart quicken when Y/n did. He could see where Maya got her radiance from. It was special.

At times, he wanted that smile all to himself but knew that would be going way too far, especially when it could jeopardize what he already had with Y/n. But he could still let himself imagine as he watched the family in front of him again.

Smiling to himself as they talked to the pitbull, soothing her softly for what was to come.

The Captain turned to look at where the Lieutenant had been residing for the last few minutes, at the dinner table also eyeing the family of three.

Ghost didn't know how to describe what he felt for the man.

More than anything, he wanted to make Y/n his, be his, and only his. He wanted that family with the man. The Lieutenant knew very well that he was head over hills for the man but just couldn't shake the thought of just what they could be.

He wanted everything could give him.

Mission after mission, it had only been him on his mind, and even when Ghost himself wasn't involved, he'd make sure to meet the man first when he returned. Hell, he even checked over him for injuries himself just touch the man and feel the strong body that was underneath the layers, fingers raking up just about everywhere he could touch that was covered with the heavenly chocolate skin.

Ghost shook the thoughts from his head as he heard a howl from the pitbull.

"Alright girl, it's alright. Gaz, you think you can get Maya for me?"

"But Daddy! I wanna stay with Daisy!" The girl cried as she had no intentions on leaving her furry friend.

Gaz walked over and bent down, a small smirk on his face as he picked up the 8-year-old girl and held her in his arms.

"She'll be just fine, Maya. Plus, Daisy is a strong girl, just like your daddy," he replied.

"But Daddy isn't a girl, Daddy is a Man, Gazzy," and all the men in the room laughed at the nickname.

When Maya first met Gaz, she had a hard time remembering that it was just "Gaz" and kept adding on the "zy". Eventually, he just went with "Gazzy". It made him feel special in a way.

Of course, later on, Maya also gave the others nicknames of their own. Price got "Mr. Beard", Ghost was deemed "Mr. Spooky Longlegs", and Soap got "Mr. Bubbles".

Maya was definitely a gift and treat when she visited the base with her father and they all loved her like she was their own daughter.

"Alright Daisy, you can do it girl!" Y/n said as Daisy was finally ready to bring her pups into the world.

"Let's go get some Ice Cream, eh?" Gaz suggested as he let Daisy and Y/n have some privacy to themselves.

4 hours later...

On the bunch of blankets was now 8 pitbull pups all feeding from their beautiful mother.

Maya glowed at the sight watched Daisy feed her pups. The poor girl looked tired but it was well deserved after carrying them for so long.

"She's a strong mother, eh Y/n?" Soap spoke from beside Y/n as he watched from afar with smile on his face.

"Definitely, Johnny, definitely..." Y/n grinned himself as he watched the sight. It reminded him of when Maya was born.

"Mr. Spooky Longlegs, are you gonna name one of Daisy's puppies?" Maya asked to Ghost, climbing up onto the couch he was sitting on before resting her head on his shoulder.

"If ya' father's fine wit' it," he said, turning to the man.

"I don't mind! Feel free to do so... I think you would have to go through their mother first though," he replied with that charming smile of his making everyone fall even harder for him.

"I'm sure Daisy could wouldn't mind," Price spoke with his own chuckle.

Daisy replied with a whine making the men laugh.

"But Mr. Beard, if you're gonna name a puppy, it's gotta be a really, really, cool, name," Maya whispered the last part to add emphasis to her words.

"10-4, Maya, sir," Price replied with a salute.

"A reporting New CO now, Price?" Ghost asked.

"Seems so, Lieutenant, and that makes her your boss too."

"Guess so..."

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the scene of the men here at his home. He loved having them around when he could, and even Maya and Daisy enjoyed them.

He walked over to Daisy as she feed her pups, looking up at him with a side eye making him laugh.

"Don't worry, missy, I just came to check up on you is all," Y/n said truthfully.

He watched her with soft eyes just like he did with the 141.

"Thank you, all of you for being here..."

Without them, his world would have been bleak without the wonderful flowers that bloomed around him.

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It is over.

Around me, behind me, everywhere, there's only death and blood. I am sitting on a graveyard where the bodies are not even buried.

People say it is the reality of war. But what I have witnessed is not war. It is slaughter. One-sided, cruel, revolting slaughter. The kind born from betrayal and trust reduced to ashes.

My life is slipping away. Arrows are covering my body, one of them planted in my breast, too close from my heart. My blood run black, proof I am no longer controlling my magic. My curse is running out, tainting everything around me, but it is no use caring about this, for I am sat only on mangled bodies.

My hand run through feathers, obsidian black only broken by the purple-red of blood. Nru, under her owl form. She took me far away from the fights, before a wyrm got her in flight. I survived only because she was there to cushion my fall.

A sacrifice I fear would be useless. Because there they are, standing in front of me. Paper's new official leader, the one we put on the lead by killing everything standing in his way, including my own brother. The girl, tears in her eyes, falling on the ground like crystals, as she can't move an inch except her mouth to announce our death sentence.

And him.

The only one smiling.

His magic is the only one active. Of course. Who knows how he managed to escape the incantation that stopped every flux, almost killed Kal and made the one I love disappear. All I know is that he needs it, to manipulate the girl in his crutches, holding a power I have never seen before.

His bow is in his hands, an arrow notched. He's ready to kill me, I know it. He only doesn't because he wants to make me suffer.

I am not suffering anymore. I just feel empty.

"Adam. How kind of you to show yourself in person."

"Well, you were kind enough to eliminate all the threats. Thanks to you, I finally have access to Ourania, and to the Word of Death."

His smile gets even wider. Hungry. Cruel.

"Oh, but I guess you don't know who she is. It was Paper's best kept secret, after all. The king had sealed her prison, afraid of the power she held. His death broke it."

His hand runs on the cheeks of the girl, that doesn't move, still crying, still mute. She looks like she's trying so hard to fight the physical and mental control Adam has on her, yet, not hard enough.

It's complicated to feel pity when a single syllabe killed so many of my men, my friends, my loved ones. Yet my heart can't help but ache seeing her in so much pain. She's fighting so fiercely after the slaughter he made her do.

I don't spare any of that compassion to the other one next to her. Blonde, eyes adorned with dark and devoid of emotion, Faloi is standing there, sword in hand. He took the lead of the army, officialy, he was the one announcing the attack when the army walked on us in droves. I know now he's under a spell. I don't care the slightest.

I just look at the true responsible of the carnage I stand in the middle of.

"I suppose you will kill me, now. Go ahead. I don't have much to live, anyway."

"I could. But it wouldn't be funny. You still have much to tell me, and much to do for me, Asura, my dear. Starting with the localisation of the queen."

His eyes fill with hate when he utters that last word. The queen. With the original royal family dead, Draco's original lineage is no more, the current queen holds nothing of their former power ; but before being the queen, she is Lina Frosilaen.

And Adam Frosilaen can't bear to see his little sister, the favorite daughter, alive somewhere.

All the other siblings are dead. Nru is under me. Makhai and Kami were reduced to ashes, with Death's Word, Death invoked and controlled by that girl, that Ourania. Phoebe and Niall died in the fighting. Now the only siblings left are the rulers on opposite sides and the victor wants to claim the loser.

I won't let him harm the only friend I have left.

"Drop dead, Adam."

His smile disappears.

"You will be singing another song when I'm finished with you. You, and every survivor you try to hide under the bodies."

My blood runs cold. So he knows, despite how hard I tried to conceal my thoughs. My only subordinate left alive, barely breathing under Nru, still breathing only because his constitution offered him a unique resistance against Death's Door. Alicante, that I manage to hide under bodies and empty words for so long.

I thought my curse was strong enough to conceal his magical imprint.

I was wrong.

Seeing he struck bullseye, Adam's smile comes back on his lips.

"Faloi, kill the pawn under the dead bird, will you ? Then bring her to me. She needs a little adjustment."

Faloi doesn't even nods. He just walks one step. Two steps. Three steps.

I spread my arms wide to try in a futile attempt to stop him.

Four steps.

He's next to Ourania now. Sword lifted. Eyes fixed on me.

I just look at him with the defiance of the dead.

You promised me peace.

Five steps.

He stops.

Raise his arm. Magic is boiling in him. His eyes are still devoid of emotion.

His arm go down.

I hear a gasp of agony.

Before Ourania falls on the ground, eyes full of a relieved surprise, Faloi's duel sword deep between her ribs.

Blood starts flowing again, magic is boiling, and far, far away I hear the anger of a Death finally free of her clutches. But she's still so far, too far, on the battlefield. She won't reach us in time. She won't save any of us.

Adam's eyes are just dots in overwidened lids.

"What... WHAT DID YOU DO ?"

Faloi doesn't answer. he's still controled, or so it seems. He doesn't have time to, anyway. Adam's arrow just planted itself between his two eyes, followed by another one in the heart, then in the liver, and another one another one another one. In just a second, Faloi Frosilaen falls on ground, covered in arrows, dead where he standed, and Adam jumped towards me to take my neck between his hands.

My blood is tainting his skin. Sweet, sweet consolation to see my curse passing on.

"Careful, Adam, I utter between two shaky breaths. I am cursed. It would be disastrous is the Luxure malediction passed upon you."

"I don't care about that you stupid whore ! What. Did. You. DO ?!?"

His look of desperation is soothing my heart.

A man is walking behind him.

His hands tighten on my neck. It's not exactly enjoyable to feel yourself die choked by a temperamental manchild, yet I still smile, for I will bring my secret to the grave and now that Death is free, Adam knows his time on the world is limited, too.

A sword rises under the action of nothingness. The sword of a dead man, a nameless one, now cluched in the left fist of another nameless.

Adam's face is nothing but rage and madness. He doesn't even realise he's spitting on me in the middle of his threats.

"Stop that ! Stop ! Stop ! STOP !"

Yet i can't stop Death approaching.

I can spy her from the corner of my eyes. Running towards us, announcing the omen of her words.

And then she stops.

The sword is raised.

She stops, and looks behind Adam in absolute stupefaction.

Adam doesn't have time to realise what's happening.

The man is behind him.

And the blade is planted in the heart of Love's son.

He coughs blood. His grip weakens. He turns around. Slowly. The sword is ripping his insides as he does so, yet the pain seems to be secondary compared to the expression on his face.

Pink eyes meet blue ones, hidden under a borsalino. The only touch of color in the face of a grey, ageless silhouette, dressed in a costume I don't know whick epoch it comes from. Jet-black hair falls on his face framing a face hidden in the shadows yet so similar to the one he looks at.

A face devoid of all emotion for Adam's is dripping with every last of them.

".... Dad ?"

His only answer is a trembling lid and empty words.

"How long has it been, Adam..."

Adam doesn't answer. He can't anymore. His very last drop of life left him the moment he falls on the ground, a pool of blood forming underneath him.

In death the tears stain the face of a lost child

Killed at the hand of his own father.

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