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iwadori · 3 years

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Haikyu Boys when they neglect you for another girl PT 2(Oikawa)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

Oikawa:

You Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been best friends for as long as you can remember

You thought that Iwaizumi liked you, but all thoughts of that left your head once Oikawa confessed to you when you were in your last year of middle school.

You and Oikawa started dating you in highschool in your first year and have been inseperable ever since.

You and Oikawa were as opposite as you were the same making you a perfect match.

It was the first day of your final term of your third year. You and Oikawa were planning to go the same university but to do that you obviously need to pass your entrance exams so you fully immersed in your studies.

You have been the manager of Seijoh since your first year, but because of how time consuming it is and you now fully want to focus on your studies you decided to step down from your title. However, you still were fully supportive of the team making sure to go to every one of their games and even coming to majority of their practices with your textbooks and notes with you.

It seems someone took your place as the manager, yet you don’t know who as have been so busy all you could do in finding your replacement was stick up some posters telling whoever wanted the job to talk to the coaches. But you hope the new manager is at least half as good as you.

You decide after school, you were going to take a break from studying so you went to go to the gym to see your boyfriend and the guys at practice. When you enter, you see all the boys fussing and fanning over someone who you couldn’t tell who it was.

You spot Iwaizumi away from the crowd tying his laces, when you approach him he looks up and smiles fondly at you, “Hey Y/N” he says schooching over so you can sit next to him.

“Hey Haji” you say ruffling his hair playfully “Who’s the celebrity?”

“Oh Ririka-san” he responds “The new manager” when he says this he slightly scowls, but you don’t quite catch it as your focus is on your boyfriend who is being his usual boastful self infront of who you presume is ‘Ririka-san.’

As the group disperses, they all approach you with Oikawa lifting you up and spinning you obnoxiously making you laugh at his action. “Well hello to you to Tooru” you say kissing him on the cheek.

You look in front of you and there was Ririka with her hand extended out for you to shake “Hi I'm Yagami Ririka” she says “But you can call me Ririka, you’re Y/N right?”

You shake her hand quickly dropping it responding with a dry “hi.” Oikawa notices the awkward atmosphere that you created with your response and decides to drag you away to show you his serves. You weren’t fully focused on your boyfriend, with your eyes occasionally drifting to the new girl who seemed to give you a bad vibe from your first introduction.

Practice ends, and Oikawa walks you home (per usual.) Once you are at home, you decide to social stalk Ririka to see if you can find something to confirm your suspicions on her. You’re claims weren’t based on anything besides a vibe but since she is apparently in your year and always has been you find it weird that you haven’t heard a word about her all until now. You don’t find anything on her, besides her being as ‘perfect’ as she seems.

As you and Oikawa walk home together again from the next day’s practice, you were hoping that he shared your same concerns about Seijohs manager but when you ask “Kawa.. Don't you think Ririka-san is a bit odd?”

He looks at you curiously, smiles and says “No of course not, Rii-chan is fine”

‘Rii-chan’ you think, a slight pang of jealousy surges through you at the use of this newfound nickname

“In some ways she reminds me of you, you know?” he says chuckling, but you weren’t listening focused on the name he just called her.

“Rii-chan, huh?” you say

“It’s just a nickname Y/N, I give them to everone, you know that Y/N” he says

“Yeah yeah I know Kawa, I was just overthinking that’s all” you lie, you knew Oikawa gave everyone a nickname but this one definitely stuck on your mind then all of others and although you can admit your jealousy but there was something else bothering you.

“Well don’t overthink too much” Oikawa says giving you a kiss on the forehead “Don’t want to heart your pretty head about it.” Oikawa then lets you enter your house before taking off to his own.

Over the next few weeks, you are mainly focused on your studies, barely having any time to be with your boyfriend at all. However, if you did even have the time to spend with Oikawa, he was definitely not available since all his time was now with ‘Rii-chan,’ whenever you asked him to hang out with you or to go on dates he always used the excuse of ‘Rii-chan needs help with the schedule and since IM THE CAPTAIN I have to help’ or ‘Rii-chan has no friends in our year, and since it seems that YOU don’t want to befriend her im doing the nice thing by becoming her friend’ and with that you always wanted to reply with ‘maybe no one wants to be her friend because she’s such a bitch’ but you held your tounge.

Today you were fed up with your boyfriends lack of being around and decided to go to his house in the hopes that you can watch a movie or do something together. When you get there, you knock on his door and you hear him shout “Come up it’s open,” was he expecting you or something?

You go upstairs to his bedroom, where you know he’ll be and to your surprise when you open the door in his room it is basically set up like a movie date with food and snacks and a bunch of dvd’s and blankets set up on the floor. ‘Was he planning on you to be here?’ you think.

“Rii-chan you made I-” says Oikawa, stopping hisself when he sees that it’s not his beloved Rii-chan but only you his girlfriend Y/N.

“What the fuck Oikawa?” you ask

“It is NOT what it looks like Y/N” he says standing up abruptly to approach you but you step back.

“Umm.. So it’s not my boyfriend of 3 years about to have a movie date with his manager after barely speaking to me, his GIRLFRIEND, for the past month?” you say folding you arms “ Did I get that right or am I missing something here?”

“Yes.. I mean No” he stammers “ It’s not a date at all, it’s just that Rii-chan say’s she never watched *insert your favourite movie here* and I thought it would be nice if I show it too her”

“Whatever you say ‘kawa” you say rolling your eyes, this seem to annoy Oikawa as he then sits back down harshly and says,

“God Y/N, ever since you met Rii-chan you’ve been so hostile for once can you not be a bitch! Me and her are just friends.” His aggressive tone shocks both you and him but he doesn’t seem to stop “All I'm saying is, you always wonder why me and Iwa-chan were your friends, haven’t you thought it was because you’re such a judgemental bitch”

By now you were fed up, so you turn your back to Oikawa ready to leave the room but first you say “ Oikawa, I love you I always have, but I can’t be with you anymore especially since you can’t even see what’s going on. Remember when we used to have movie dates when we were ‘just friends” Your response leaves Oikawa with his eyes wide open since he didn’t expect you to basically break up with him, he thought this was a minor argument. Before he can speak, the door burst open and in comes Ririka who exclaims “Tooru! Im ready to watch M-….oh”

“I guess I’d be taking my leave now” you say with tears in your eyes “Goodbye Oikawa this was fun”

It’s been a while since the confrontation at Oikawa’s house and the school was a buzz since after hearing the news of yours and Oikawas break up the school immediately focused their attention on both Ririka and Oikawa the rumours of them being together spread like wildfire. However, to your surprise Oikawa apparently always combated the rumours claiming that him and Ririka were just ‘good friends and will stay that way.’

But you could care less, you still supported the team going to all the games they had making sure to stay clear away Oikawa and Ririka. You don’t go to the practices anymore since you didn’t want to submerge yourself in sweat and bad vibes anymore.

Graduation came and you were very happy, you could finally get out of this place. Once you get through the ceremony and all the boring stuff you go to the gym for one final ‘goodbye’ but before you have a chance to leave you are stopped by Iwaizumi

“Hey Y/N” he says “how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, pretty ‘busy’” you respond

“Busy as in, avoiding Oikawa at every cost” he says making you laugh “Come sit down with me for a second” to which you do sitting next to him on the gym bench.

You and Iwaizumi then spend the next hour reminiscing about all your past antics and stories making you laugh and smile fondly at all the nostalgia. After all your talk you pull out your phone to take a picture and you hear Iwaizumi whisper “He never deserved you” so quietly that you almost don’t catch what he says.

Before you could respond in comes Oikawa of course panting “Y/N! Thank god you’re still hear I need to talk to you!”

You look at Iwaizumi expecting him to say something but all his does is pull you into a tight hug and says “Goodbye Y/N I’ll miss you” he gets up and exits the room shouting “Make sure to answer my calls” making you chuckle.

Oikawa approaches you and sits in the spot that Iwaizumi does, he takes a deep breath and begins to stay “Y/N, you were right I was wrong. I am an idiot... Rii- I mean Ririka she tried to kiss me. Im sorry”

“Oikawa, you are right.. You're an idiot, but it shouldn’t of had to take me breaking up with you and Ririka trying to get with you to realise that I was right. Why did you even come here to tell me this, so I knew I was right? You didn’t need to confirm my suspicions I knew all along Oikawa”

You stand up to leave, hoping to find Iwaizumi before he goes home but Oikawa stops you. “Y/N I-I want to be with you, to go back to being how we were … don’t you want that”

“Oikawa...” you grab his hands “I love you, I always have and I always will... but I think we both know we aren’t meant to be.. Things haven’t been the best with us even before Ririka came along, it just took her to make us really notice it.”

“It’s him isnt it?” he says with tears in his eyes

“I think so... maybe it’s always been him I don’t know but we know how he is especially when we were 15 I guess you just got me to me first,” you say with tears in your eyes also

Oikawa pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear “Go get him Y/N” you look at him and smile and nod you head “We will still be friends Tooru.”

You race out of the gym to look for Iwaizumi and you suddenly bump into him since he didn’t actually move he was there the whole time and it seems your indirect confession made him tear up too. “I love you Y/N” he pulls you into a hug which you return then pulls you into a deep kiss.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi do become boyfriend and gifriend still keeping Tooru as your good friend. You all also end up going to the same University and you and Iwaizumi live the rests of your lifes together as the ‘perfect’ couple with yours and Toorus relationship as a laughable memory.

AUTHORS NOTE: Please don’t hate me for this ending!! I had a bad day sooo I decided to switch things up please give me feedback on what you think !!

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thcweasley · 3 years

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Yours

PAIRING : George Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : George getting jealous of his twin brother for being closer to you .

WARNINGS : none? Make out? implying things? hehe

WORDS : 1.7k

A/N: lol this hits too close to home, growing up i was shadowed by heather sister :( I was going to turn this into smut but im not sure.. cos i never wrote a smut before lol.

“Focus on your work Weasley” Snape smacked George Weasley’s head with the book he was holding, causing the whole class to look at his direction.

George was already an easily distracted person to begin with. but today especially, he got his mind somewhere else.

He was looking at you and his twin brother Fred, giggling while trying to figure out snape’s task. All of his life he never thought that he would feel this much jealously towards the older twin. Sure, sometimes it bothers him a bit that people pay more attention to him, or the fact that people always refers them as “Fred & George”, not “George & Fred”. But he knew it’s a silly thing to be bothered about so he always managed to brush it off.

But not today, Fred had been assigned with you. The girl George met on his last solo trip to honeydukes. It shocked him how he never saw you around before, despite being in the same house and grade. But hes glad that he met you. George didn’t like to be cheesy, but he was so sure that you were made for him. Whenever youre around, he just felt so happy. You’re funny, kind, and on top of all you’re prettiest thing he ever seen. Sadly, for him, other people seems to think that way about you.

He introduced you 2 weeks ago to his brother and friends. You seem to get along great with everyone. He liked that, his brother and friends is everything for him. But he cant help it but feeling a little bit jealous. He didn’t wanna admit it but this jealously is most probably because he was insecure about his feeling for you. Before everything he was sure that you fancy him the same way he fancies you. But now, hes not sure. And he hated it, youre supposed to be his girl.

The class that felt so long was finally over. George quickly stood up, walking towards the common room. he just want to burry his face onto his bed now. He felt an arm linking his. “Hey you” it was you. He let out a big sigh, not knowing how to feel right now.

“Hey, did you have a good time today?” He hated how catty he sounded. Knowing you, he knew you wouldn’t able to tell.

“Yeah it was fun. Your brother is hilarious you know that?” He rolled his eyes, feeling his face getting hot.

“Well yeah hes a clown” George answered shortly. Wanting you both could just drop this conversation. He didn’t like this, being jealous of his twin brother.

“ahah yeah true, youre also funny too you know” You leaned your head onto Georges arm. At this point it was hard for him to not just pulls you into a big hug. “Whats your plan for the rest of the day?” You asked looking up on him.

“Im not sure, probably just sleep” George answered looking down to you. You looked so cute leaning on to him.

“Wanna have a study date? Snape’s test tomorrow right?” George’s ears perked up at the word date.

A smile creeps on his face. “Yeah sure”

“Brilliant! I’ll see you in 2 hours then!” You gave his arm a squeeze before you go. Leaving George all smiley by himself.

2 hours later, George found himself getting ready for his study date. He finally going to make a move on you. Its obvious that you fancy him now right? At least you were the one who refers their study session as a study date.

He tried to look around for Fred but he was nowhere to be found. He feels weird do anything without asking for the older brother’s advice. But it was time to go to meet you at the Library and he didn’t want to make you wait, so he just decided to cross his fingers and hope for the best.

“Hey” George greeted you, big smile on his face. You look up at him from the book you were reading, smiling back at him. “You got a lot of stuff here” He sat down beside you, looking at paper and pens in front of him.

“Oh its not mine” You answered. “So, do you have anything you’re particularly struggling with?”

Whilst you tried your best to explain the things that he was struggling with. George was doing his best to stay focus on what youre saying instead of you. He cant help but admire your face, your cheeks, your lips. He wonders how would it feel like you press his lips against yours.

“Are you listening to me George?” You asked, knowing the answer pretty well.

“Uh yeah, im sorry I got distracted” he blinked.

You brought your hand on to his head, messing with his red hair. “you’ve been a bit distracted these days. didn’t you got smacked on your head earlier today by Snape?” you chuckled a bit running your fingers on the back of his head. “Did it hurt?” You tilted her head closer to him, rubbing the back of his head.

He couldn’t seem to think straight at this point. The fact that youre so close to him right now, he could smell your scent. He took a deep breath trying to be brave and make a move. He put his hand on top of yours, pulling it away from his head. “Y/N..” He started, linking his fingers with yours. “I think I like you”

“Yeah?” You chuckled feeling. your cheeks starting to get warm. “Whats going on George? Why are you suddenly so serious?”

“Well, Im not sure how you feel about me. But I got nothing to lose so here I am. I like you” Surprised by his words, you didn’t say anything. So he thought he could just make a move then. He leaned in closer to you getting you lips closer to each other. Not knowing what to do you just close your eyes. He smiled, taking this as a greenlight to proceed his act. Until all of the sudden-

“Your tea is here!!” Fred walked in, causing them to pull away from each other. “Hey that’s my seat George, do you not see the stuffs on the table?” He said as he sat down filling the gap between You and George.

“Fred what are you doing here?” George asked, clearly frustrated with the situation.

“That’s not how you greet people, my dear brother” He said handing you the tea he was talking about. “Besides, youre not the only one who got invited to this study group. Right Y/N?” You just nod at him feeling flustered, thinking about what could’ve happened if Fred didn’t just walk in.

The next day, George has been avoiding you since last night. He thought you guys shared the same feeling. But yesterday proved him wrong. He was just another friend to you

Snape’s exam was a group work, being Fred’s partner obviously made you work with him for the exam. You looked so happy, George wishes it was him working with you instead of his twin brother. He hated this so much, it’s ridiculous how jealous he felt towards his twin brother right now.

The exam’s finally over, George saw you coming up to him from the corner of his eyes. “Hey” you greeted him. “Wanna go to Three Broomstick later? I haven’t really seen you all week”

“Who’s coming?” He asked, hoping this time its just the two of you. And everything that he thought about last night wasn’t true.

“Uh everyone. Fred, Lee, Angelina and others im not sure” George snickered. How stupid of him to think that you wanna be alone with him. How stupid of him to think he got a chance with you.

“I think im gonna pass on that” he took a deep breath. “Im tired. Ill see you around” He left you dumb folded, walking away towards his room.

The night comes around. The common room feels empty, his friends had left him for Three Broomstick. George just chilling alone on his bed when he heard someone opened the door.

“George?” You walked towards him, sitting at the end of his bed “Hey, im just.. I just wanna make sure everything is okay”

“Why you here” George answered bitterly. “Arent you suppose to be out with your friends, with my brother?”

“Well yeah but I wanna check up on you. And talk about last night..”

“What do you wanna talk about Y/N?” He took a deep breath. “I already get it, you see me as a friend. If anything, you like Fred more than me. I get it don’t worry. Everyone always picks him over me, im used to it”

“George…” you scotched in closer too him, trying to stop him from rambling all these nonsenses.

“Im not even sure why I thought you like me, he is the better twin. Im just me. I just thought I have a chance with you. Throughout my life, ive always get hands down from my siblings, share with my siblings.” He realised how ridiculous he sounded but it didn’t stop him. “I love how you get along with my friends. But, i just thought, I thought youre my person. Finally someone I can proudly say mine. I thought you feel the same way as I do…” Georges voice was getting quitter when he felt your hand grabbing his. “I like you a lot and I get that you don’t feel the same way. So if youre coming here to explain that i-“

His words were cut off by your lips crashing to his. “You never let me speak Georgie” You murmured against his lips “I don’t know how you got it all wrong” you kissed his cheek lightly. “I didn’t know you felt that way. George. I like you, im your person. Ive always been“

With a big smile he pulled in for another kiss. He held on to your waist pulling you closer to him, positioning you onto his lap. You threw your and around his neck, deepening the kiss whilst his hands lazily griped your waist.

You can feel something poking between the inner part of your legs. With a slight smile you press your legs more on to him, grinding it against him. Earning a low groan from him.

He held your hips down on him, so both of you can feel more of the friction. His lips travelled to your jaw and to the back of your neck. You could feel his hot breath, sending shivers down your spine as he moved his lips closer to your ears. “Prove it” OKAY SO Let me know if you want a part 2 smut off of this HAHAH.

hehe part 2

this was quite hard to write cos i feel bad for him ahaha. this is loosely based on a true story. but i never got my Y/N :’)

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junko-and-riri-domain · 3 years

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❦ 11 pm 2/14/2X | l.hs

❦ genre: lee heeseung x reader, valentine’s day fic, fluff

❦ warnings: none

❦ note:

semi-established relationship in that heeseung & reader have met/known each other before iland & enhypen’s debut which is why the storyline starts in the year 201X

this is one of 7 vday fics

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[12.24.201X]

As you let out a sigh while staring at the screen of your laptop, you checked the time on the upper right corner to see that it was nearing the closing time of BH Cafe, the cafe you frequented practically daily. Just a few hours earlier you were surrounded by people who were on dates or spending time with their family. Now, you were left sitting alone and the only other person was Heeseung. Heeseung was a barista who worked at BH Cafe, the reason you liked being here on the days that he worked was because he never told you to leave when closing time was nearing. Instead, he’d start cleaning while singing a song or while dancing. You usually needed a comfortable place to study for exams or just do your homework which was what BH Cafe became for you ever since you found out of its existence. Heeseung let you stay past closing time and since you weren’t with anyone during the Christmas season, you were glad to have a place of comfort. You shut your laptop and packed up everything getting ready to leave when,

“Y/n,” you heard from a slight distance behind you. You were met with Heeseung who had a to-go cup in one hand and a bag in the other.

“Hey,” you answered. He handed you the cup and the bag,

“Take it,” he said.

“What’s it for?” you asked, unsure as to why he was giving you whatever it was that was in the bag and the cup.

“For you.” Well obviously if you’re handing it to me, you wanted to say with a roll of your eyes but instead,

“Thanks?” It was more of a question than a statement if anything but you weren’t exactly going to refuse a gift from someone. With a smile,

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied as you made your way outside. On your way home, you took a sip of the drink Heeseung gave you and realized that it was your favorite drink. When you got home, the bag had a box full of BH Cafe desserts which you knew wasn’t exactly cheap. Smiling to yourself without realizing it, you took a bite of one of the cupcakes which surprisingly stayed undamaged. Now you had to get Heeseung a gift in return as a thank you.

[1.03.201X]

Since Christmas Eve, you hadn’t returned to BH Cafe because you visited your family for the New Year. While at your family’s place, you and a few of your cousins went to the mall to hangout. There, you bought a tie-dye shirt you thought would look good on Heeseung. Once you got to the cafe, Heeseung was at the register and greeted you with a smile.

“Your usual, y/n?” he asked.

“Mhm, also this is for you,” you said as you set the bag on the register.

“What’s it for?”

“For you,” you replied earning a light chuckle from him.

Throughout the rest of the year, you and Heeseung’s relationship of only knowing each other’s names turned into a friendship where the two of you would sometimes pull all-nighter’s at BH Cafe. Some days, he’d help you study for an upcoming test while other days you watched him perform for you. You could tell that Heeseung’s dream of becoming an idol was one he was completely serious about and you gladly voiced your support for him. When March came along, you noticed a slight shift in Heeseung.

[3.05.1X]

“You ok?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink as you glanced over to Heeseung who was sitting across from you. It was currently 1 am but you probably weren’t leaving anytime soon.

“I should be happy for my friends but if I’m being honest, I’m jealous,” he said.

“About what?”

“I’ve been training with a group that debuted today, well, yesterday technically,” he answered. You had heard of a group debuting, tomorrow x together, and their new songs were playing just earlier.

“You’ll get there, Heeseung. I know you will because you have the talent and drive.” To yourself, you made a note that you’d support him for however long the two of you would know each other.

[5.21.2X]

Since tomorrow x together’s debut, Heeseung only pushed himself harder when training and started performing in front of you more often. The late am air while Heeseung sang and you listened while studying with your favorite drink became moments that the two of you shared with feelings that couldn’t be replicated with anyone else. You and Heeseung weren’t exactly a thing but one thing started becoming clear.

You were starting to catch feelings, or maybe you already caught feelings but it was now that you realized it. You were at the cafe one day during lunch and Heeseung was on his lunch break so he sat with you.

“Y/n,” he said with a smile, unable to contain his excitement.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“I think I’ll debut soon, I’m gonna be part of a show called i-land.”

“I-land?” you question. He explained everything about it, how it was a survival group where 7 guys would debut after global votes. You were excited for him, of course you were, but at the same time, you knew that this was probably one of the last few times that you’d see Heeseung before his entire life changed.

And you were right.

Before Heeseung embarked on his journey to i-land, the two of you continued your late nights up together but you were mentally preparing yourself for his absence in your life. When you watched Heeseung’s appearance on i-land, his outfit was one you didn’t expect. He was wearing the tie-dye shirt you gifted him on 1/03/1X. You supported him throughout the course of i-land and voted at him innumerable times when global voting came around. Surprisingly, he didn’t forget you and texted you while he could and wearing the shirt that had gotten a label as his “one outfit.”

[2.14.2X]

It was the first Valentine’s Day after enhypen’s debut and you were at BH Cafe, going over notes for an upcoming test. You were surrounded by couples who were out on a date and found yourself missing Heeseung despite how the two of you weren’t a thing, it wasn’t wrong to miss someone’s presence was it? It was getting late, and was around 11 pm when people started clearing out of the cafe, and you were left to yourself. “Let Me In” started playing through the speakers and you were humming along when suddenly,

“Neeemo,” you heard someone sing. Looking up wide-eyed, you were met with Heeseung standing there with a smile.

“Heeseung?” you asked despite his obvious presence.

“I was hoping you’d be here.”

“You were, why?”

“I know it’s kind of late, but it’s still technically Valentine’s Day so will you be my Valentine?” You sat there, blinking trying to process Heeseung’s words. At 11 pm on 2/14/2X, Lee Heeseung was asking you out?

“How would that even work, how would we even go on a date? Are you crazy?”“This, right here, is our date,” he said as he sat across from you.

“You’re seriously saying that right now I’m on a Valentine’s date with Lee Heeseung?”

“Only if you want to be.” The two of you spent the rest of the night at BH Cafe, catching up with each other while settling back into the comfortable space that only Heeseung could give you and comfort you with.

|❦ end of story, written by riri ❦|

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moxfirefly · 4 years

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Video calls and confessions

Part 2

Rated Explicit (18+)

Got around to that part teo for this one shot.

Hellboy/Cam!Girl

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The world going to shit wasn’t exactly how’d you planned out your Friday afternoon. This morning you had woken up with enthusiasm and a desire to treat yourself.

You’d gone out to the city, had your nails done, grabbed an obscenely priced coffee and on your way had stumbled on a museum.

A little culture never hurt nobody.

For Christ sake it was a free entry day too.

So why then, as you admired priceless art and sculptures had literal hell descended upon the evening?

Creatures. Actual monsters. The screams of the public deafening.

That had happened about half an hour ago. In your haste you had thanked you fight or flight mode to quick into flight. The shaking in your body had cause you to run into one of the exhibit rooms most cluttered with random ‘junk’ whatever this art installation had gone for it was surely not for somebody to duck behind for safety.

You checked your phone. The news was reporting the attack of the art museum. Authorities had been sent as well as the B.P.R.D...

That made you pause and clutch your phone.

If the bureau was on its way then that meant Hellboy was too.

The very notion of possibly seeing him in the flesh made your heart skip a few beats. The two of you had been communicating on and off for a while now since the private shows had started. You knew mixing work and pleasure wasn’t smart but fuck, you had it bad for this guy.

There was a sense of relief washing over you. He’d be here, he’d take care of this mess. Maybe you’d finally see him and not through a computer screen. You knew things had escalated with him although neither of you had really properly addressed it.

“Please whatever is up there, if I survive this I’m fucking telling him I’m in love with him” You whispered to yourself. This possibly couldn’t be your last day on earth.

Something screeching and something akin to a human scream startled you. You hugged your knees closer and tried not to breath loudly. Gunshots and more screams could be heard.

Then something came crashing into the installation where you were hiding. Your scream was imposible to hold in. The creature was screeching so loudly, a sound that left your ears ringing.

Adrenaline made you run out as fast as you humanly could. You heard the great strides it took to catch up to you. This was it wasn’t it? You were gonna die?

Your legs kept pushing you forward even as your muscles burned with pain. Your eyes hurt from crying and your throat felt like it was sandpaper. Something like a claw reaching for your hair made you close your eyes. There was no way you wanted to see how this ended for you.

Two shots.

Loud and so very clear, the sound coming out of left field made you trip and fall. The screening fortunately had stopped.

“Miss?! You’re safe! Hey! You gotta get out of here now!” That voice you knew all to well. You looked up and saw red and a stone hand.

“R-red...” Your voice was small, a sob catching in your throat.

“Y/N!?” He was shocked, eyes wide as he knelt in front of you.

You weren’t sure how your body moved or if he moved you but somehow you’d ended up with your arms around him sobbing into his neck. Hellboy held you tightly, whispering that you were safe, an array of cusses slipped out as he breathed heavily.

The knowledge that you were here, if he’d been a millisecond too late, all crashed down on him as he picked you up and carried you to safety.

You could’ve died, was all that ran through his head.

You’re alive, was all that ran through yours.

_______________

One helicopter ride, a medical exam and a shower later you found yourself at the home base of the B.P.R.D. A nice young woman by the name of Alice had loaned you some clothes and had taken you to Hellboy’s room to wait. A debriefing was happening and all you could do was sit tight.

You resolved to canceling all your cam shows for the week stating you had fallen terribly ill. There was no way you could work, your hands were still shaking as you typed out the post and notified your one on one shows. It felt like hours as you sat on the couch, you had looked around at his room, seeing and array of personal items that made up his personality.

Such a big part of you often dreamt about this but your nerves had you glued to your spot.

The door opened and Hellboy came barreling in like a tornado. You flinched and bit too hard on your already chewed off nail, so much for that manicure.

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to leave that stupid meeting but it’s fucking mandatory because Daimio thinks it’s necessary, asshole that guy I tell ya-“ He took in your state, the still slight tremble in your hands, the few scrapes here and there. You looked small and scared and it absolutely destroyed him.

In his silence he made his way towards the coffee table and sat in front of you. “You know I often fantasized what it be like to see you in the flesh, this wasn’t how it usually went I promise” He smiled and for the first time in this piss filled day, so did you.

“How would it go?” You asked softly.

“Some mood light, a little wine maybe some music” The two of you chuckled. Your chuckles quickly dissolved in you trying to hold back your tears.

You were almost killed tonight, the shock would take some time to subside. “Hey hey kid, it’s ok, I’ve got you. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you on my watch” Hellboy’s flesh hand rested on your knees.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder. “...When I read you guys were sent out, I really got excited that I’d finally see you” You felt his flesh hand stroke your hair.

“I’m in love with you” You blurted out, his hand going to still. “I said, if I’m making it out of this alive I’m telling him, so I’m telling you...” You looked up at him, e/c meeting his golden ones.

“I-Im not dancing around this no more, I’m tired of pretending that what’s been going on isn’t just some work thing that I do, fuck, I love you I really do and I think you do too” Your mouth want dry again, the scratchy sensation making you swallow.

Hellboy searched out your eyes, something in his head was going a mile a minute. Was he searching for a lie? Something disingenuous?

That all died when he lunged forward and kissed you.

A kiss that truly and utterly left no worry.

You were kissing Hellboy. You were gripping Hellboy by the scruff of his shirt. The way his lips molded against yours, the abnormal warmth to them, the softness to them, the roughness of his scruff.

Pulling back for air felt obligated but he’d insisted by pressing the stumps of his horns against your forehead. “Wow...that’s...so much better than I could’ve imagined” He was star struck in a way and it honest to god made you laugh.

The days events took a back seat for now you wanted to take in the being before you. You scanned everything you normally did while on cam with him. Your hands explored his face, running across scars and hair.

Then you remembered what lay to his right and your heart raced.

You gripped his stone hand, fascinated by the texture of stone, how he held your hand with so much regard to his strength. The patterns, the markings everything has you entranced.

“Extraordinary” Was all you could muster as you rubbed on what would be the inside f his wrist. “I’m sorry, is this weirding you out?” You looked at Hellboy only to find him grinning. “Having a beautiful girl touch me? Yes it’s completely weirding me out” He mocked and you couldn’t help but playfully shove him.

“God I need a beer, can we...?” He was leaning over toward the mini fridge next to the couch and pulling said drinks out. “Read my mind, beautiful” He offered one towards you.

This morning you were going about a normal routine, and now after a near death experience you were in the room of a man you had been falling in love with for months. The twist and turns of life.

Around round 3 you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. As you washed your hands and saw your normal pristine face a little worn down from the stressful events you frowned.

But there you stood in Hellboy’s bathroom. Surrounded by things all him. The tips of your fingers ran through a brush of his. This was a reality right now.

You stepped out and caught him shrugging off his coat. Busying your thumbnail again at your teeth you watched his now visible arms flex with the movements.

“All good?” He smiled leaning against the dresser.

There was a pregnant pause in which the two of you merely just ogled one another from across the bed.

You moved first.

You walked over the bed and stood on it, you reached out a hand that he took without hesitation and with the extra height from the bed you met in a heated kiss face to face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt his around your hips.

In a wordless haste you yanked at his black T-shirt and busied yourself with taking off yours. He watched mesmerized, as always, the revealing of your skin.

The image before you though, god you wanted to scream.

Hellboy undoing his belt and swiftly yanking the whole thing out of the belt loops without breaking eye contact. Off were your pants, and on was him as he took you down on the bed.

It was a haze, breathless kisses and chants of desire. He one handed the button of your jeans and his own. The brief separation to take the offending items off had the two of you giggling almost. In record time he was back on you and you welcomed it with a ferocity to your kisses. Tongue slipping into his mouth, you swallowed a groan of his that vibrated all the way to your cunt.

He was here, you were here. Physically.

You grinned as he trailed kisses over both your covered breast. “Take-fuck-take it off please, now right now” You felt the air leave your lungs when he simply broke the bra in half and met his reward, two beautifully round breasts he had craved more than any meal. Hellboy pressed his face between them and inhaled before leaving a series of bites and marks. Each time he bit down your raised your hips in search of friction.

The heaviness in the air, the warmth of him lapping and sucking at your breast. The heated tongue wrapping around a nipple. Hellboy devoured you, and if your breast had him like this...

“Baby please, wanna touch you too” Your hands ran down his back, sharp nails leaving a path. Hellboy shuddered as he left a nipple with a loud pop. “Go on, I’m all yours” That very comment sent a gush of heat and you bit your lip to hold a moan in.

You nudged him to lay on his back and you climbed on top of him. Hands running over your body, the feeling of that stone hand gently cupping your rear was enough to make you grind down on him with purpose.

“I promised you something every time we spoke, you remember what that was?” You rubbed yourself on him as you began to trail down his body. Hellboy’s eyes were fogged with lust. “Oh, you remember” You kissed his stomach, nails scratching his sides before hooking into the waistband of his underwear.

He was going to have a stroke.

Hellboy watched you slide his underwear down. Eyes hungry and mouth engulfing his cock. He bucked up without meaning to but you caught most of the onslaught by closing up your throat. A minor choke and you were back on track.

Fuck he was big and thick, you did your best swallowing as much as possible before settling the rest with your hand to jerk. The gut punched groan that left him egging you on. He saw your head bob, the way your lips stretched around his length, the blissed out look as you sucked earnestly. “Shit shit, you look beautiful” Hellboy reached a left hand across your cheek.

Letting him go with a breathy inhale, spit on your chin you jerked him lazily.

He was putting this look away for a rainy day. You had no right looking so utterly debauched and perfect.

“C’mere and kiss me, beautiful” Hellboy whispered softly and you obeyed crawling on him to meet him in a sensual slow lip lock.

Underwear gone, or more so also ripped apart. You were now on top of him about to guide his cock into your drenched hole. The initial burn was actually delicious, that breach between pain and pleasure sending a delightful shock through your body. Once fully seated on him you reveled in stretch and burn. “God this is, fuck I-“ You moaned as you tested with a sway of your hips, he was hitting your spot perfectly. You rested your hands on his chest and he gripped your waist.

Hellboy was gone, the sight of you riding him, lost in your pleasure caused by him nevertheless. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever see. Lost to it all you fell forwards, burying your face in his neck. Your impending release had you stuttering your hips. “I got you baby, I got you” He muttered against your ear. You moaned as he held you, hips pistoning upwards to drive that orgasm out of you.

It crashed something fierce, running all over your body and coming out as a scream against his neck. You felt limp as a noodle but held onto him as he fucked his way through yours. When he came he yanked another orgasm out of you along with his.

The two of you laid there, a mess of limbs clutching at each other. Hearts racing, lungs trying to catch up.

Exhaustion won. You fell a sleep on Hellboy, still inside of you, his mouth against your temple.

There was no turning back now.

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a marriage story pt. 2 | lee minho

Genre: fluff, angst, (to be totally honest I don’t even know what this is)

Warnings: some suggestive bits, swearing

Word Count: ~4.6k

Description: You were now truly the wife of Lee Minho, your best friend, your confidante, your number one bitch, but now you had to navigate through something much more challenging: becoming the heiress to Korea’s biggest tech company.

A/N: i’m back!!!! im so so sorry that i’ve been away for so long. the virus and with final exams, i just couldn’t bring myself to write at all. im still slowly coming out of my writing slump, and this fic really doesn’t meet my standards, so i feel really guilty putting this out. however, i’d feel even more guilty not putting this out at all, especially since so many people have been waiting! i really hope people enjoy this, and please look forward to my upcoming fics as well! <3 as always, my ask box is always open if anyone ever wants to be friends :) stay safe, love y’all!

It was always the same boring jargon.

You could never understand your husband’s fascination with business, but you did know one thing for certain. He was damn good at it. As you sat by his side, listening to his managers report their latest updates, you could afford to tune them out. But from the corner of your eye, you watched Minho listen to every word, catch every little mistake, leaning forward on the desk to express his utmost interest.

That must be the hardest part of running a business, you decided. You couldn’t imagine listening to old men drone on and on for 7 hours a day, and once again you wondered why Minho had dragged you to another one of his boring-ass company meetings for the second time that week.

You could feel your eyes growing heavier and heavier as you struggled to look attentive. Almost everything was beginning to blend together; all the business rhetoric was flying over your head and you wanted nothing more than to go home.

Just as you were genuinely about to doze off, you felt a gentle, reassuring hand on your thigh. Sparing a glance to your left, Minho’s expression had not changed one bit, still listening to the presentation, but you could tell he was giving you some attention. Briefly, you wondered if he’d been keeping track of your mood since the meeting had begun.

After an eternity, the meeting adjourned and everyone filed out of the room to continue their work in their personal cubicles. Minho and you were the last to leave, and you went around the room fixing chairs and making sure the room was ready for its next use.

“You know you don’t need to do that, right?” Minho asked amusedly, but he helped you without complaint, pushing the projector back to the corner of the room.

“I can’t help it,” you shrugged, “Doesn’t it bother you when you leave the room and everything’s a mess?”

“I’m not going to listen to a word you say until you clean up the junkyard that is your work room.”

“That’s different,” you snapped with no bite in your voice, “That’s called organized clutter.”

“No, it’s just clutter.”

“You’re the worst.”

Minho laughed, finishing up with his side of the room and coming over to you. The meeting room had no windows to the rest of the building, and no one could see you, but it was still embarrassing when he leaned against the table beside you, tugging the hem of your shirt to pull you closer.

“You know you can say things during the meeting, right?” he murmured, looking at you intently, “I don’t ask you to come just to doze off.”

“Talk, in front of those business sharks?” you laughed, “I’m not nearly qualified enough.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Minho retorted firmly, “And they’ll respect what you have to say.”

“How do you know that?”

“If they don’t...” Minho trailed off, a hungry gleam emerging in his eyes, making him look twice as handsome as usual, “I’ll make them regret it.”

“Oh, how terrifying, Mr. Lee!” you swooned dramatically, giving his tie a sharp tug so you could plant a chaste kiss on his lips, “Managing your business with an iron fist.”

Minho gave your shirt a harsher tug, feeling cheated that the kiss had been so torturously brief. With an arm around your waist, he smirked, “Well, they know how whipped I am for you, darling.”

And if the two of you didn’t come out of that conference room for another half hour, it wasn’t anyone’s business.

ii.

Being married to the heir of one of the most promising tech companies came with a lot of obligations, one of the biggest being constant attendance at a plethora of sponsor parties and business events. As an introvert who’d rather stay at home and draw than go out with friends, parties weren’t exactly your thing, but you didn't hate them as much as you had originally thought you would. There were always interesting people present, and there’s always something to gravitate to.

Tonight, you and Minho were heading to an event to honor one of the company’s most generous donors. It was going to be held at a large convention center, and you knew both Minho and the company had spared no expense when it came to funding this party.

“We have to get going in five!” you called from the bathroom, completing the finishing touches to your makeup. Dressed in a Zuhair Murad Eugenia gown, the long shoulder straps of chiffon billowed down gracefully on your bare back, and the corset-like bodice covered in rhinestones accentuated your figure. You had tied up your hair in a loose, elegant bun to match the style of your dress, and your makeup was simple.

You could hear the rustling of clothes from your bedroom as your husband grumbled, “Why do I always take longer than you to get ready?”

“Because you’re far more of a peacock than I could ever dream to be,” you answered breezily, pushing one more bobby pin in your hair to keep it steady.

“Oh, very funny,” the sarcasm oozed out of Minho’s voice as he walked towards the bathroom, stopping short as he took in your appearance in the mirror. You continued to fix your hair, a bobby pin in your mouth as you smoothed out the bumps, and you let out a surprised noise when you felt Minho press up behind you, his hands now roaming all over your body.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered in your ear, tilting his head to kiss your neck. You couldn’t help but lean against him in desire, giving him a better angle to leave a trail of kisses, but before things could escalate, you spun around, taking his hands in yours to pull them off your body.

“None of that today,” you spoke firmly, putting his hands back to his side.

Minho still had that hungry gleam in his eyes as he asked with mild offense, “Why not?”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” you gave him a pointed look in the mirror, “we’re going to be late.”

Your husband let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair, but he backed off, understanding your point. Placing one last bobby pin, you grabbed the jar of hair gel and began slicking Minho’s hair back with practiced ease.

“We’ll finish up later, okay?” you attempted to placate him gently. Minho smirked, wiggling his eyes suggestively at you in the mirror, and seeing the crafty look on his face, you let out a dramatic roll of your eyes.

Finishing up your styling of his hair, Minho pressed a quick kiss on your lips, his tongue sweeping your bottom lip before he spoke.

“I’ll look forward to it, then.”

iii.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lee! Over here!” A chorus of voices shouted over one another as you walked into the convention center, your arm securely wrapped around Minho’s. The flashing lights blinded you, but you maintained a professional expression, acknowledging as many photographers as possible.

The long segment of pictures continued (the two of you were the stars, after all), and as you slowly made your way into the building, your eyes caught sight of a familiar face exiting the car that had just arrived.

Feeling you tug at his jacket sleeve discreetly, Minho bent down slightly so your lips were near his ear as you muttered, “Your parents are here.”

“Hah?” Minho glanced at where you were looking, his expression dark, “I didn’t invite them.”

“They still officially own the company,” you sighed, “They can show up whenever they want to, with or without your invitation.”

“They’re going to make some sort of scene, I just know it,” your husband growled under his breath, before giving you a tense smile, “Let’s head inside before we have to interact with them in front of all these goddamn cameras.”

You certainly agreed with that statement, and the two of you ducked into the entrance without so much of a glance back. It had been a while since you’d spoken to the Lee’s, and by speaking you meant them furiously yelling at you about how you had corrupted their son, and you just sitting there, not sure whether you should laugh or cry. When Minho had happened to come home early from work that very day to find his parents insulting every ounce of your existence, he was beyond furious.

“You do not, under any circumstance, get to waltz into my house and insult my wife like she is some piece of dirt that you walk over,” he had snarled, looking angrier than you’d ever seen him, “Don’t ever think of inviting yourself over unless you have something nice to say about our relationship, or I will find a way to legally keep you from coming to this house.”

Long story short, the last interaction was far from pretty.

The decorations for the party were immaculate, with purple mood lighting illuminating the large hall and white satin cloth that draped the walls. It was all very beautiful, if you had to say so yourself, especially because you had suggested many of the features that were present. Minho had always deferred to your judgement with all things artistic, and even though you weren’t confident enough to share your ideas in the office, you were perfectly comfortable telling your husband what you thought of his plans.

“Damn, looks like Hyunjin came,” Minho waved his hand at a familiar figure, who walked over looking very dashing in his expensive black suit and his hand in his pockets.

“Well, if it isn’t the happy couple,” Hyunjin smirked, giving a slight bow as you rolled your eyes, “Love the venue, by the way. Definitely not Minho’s work, since he’s got the artistic talent of a slug.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” You agreed solemnly, while Minho glared at the both of you with a sort of tired resignation.

Behind you, the noises grew louder as Minho’s parents walked into the building, their faces smug as they greeted everyone with wide smiles, happy to be received well by their old employees.

Minho let out a scoff, “Look at them,” he said, his temper already flaring again, but you gently ran your hand along his back.

“Let them have their fun,” you chastised him under your breath, “You don’t want to look ungrateful in front of all your guests.”

Your husband looked like he didn’t quite care what the paparazzi thought, but he relaxed slightly, and you gave him a small smile, “I’m going to grab drinks for us, and you’re going to go find Mr. Kim standing over there and thank him for his generous donations, alright? Hyunjin, do you want anything?”

Hyunjin put his hands out and waved quickly, “No thanks. I’m gonna go find Felix.”

“Lix is here?” Minho looked around, his eyes brightening.

“Yeah, but do what your wife said first,” Hyunjin tilted his head towards Mr. Kim with a sly smile.

Minho rolled his eyes, grumbling, “I swear you guys are just ganging up on me,” but he did as you asked, leaving with a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You shared a knowing look with Hyunjin before walking to the bar, pulling out your credit card from your clutch as you made your way to the counter, ordering two cocktails. As you leaned against the table, waiting patiently, a deep voice interrupted your gentle daydreams.

“Good evening. Mrs. Lee, I presume?”

It was still an unfamiliar way of address to you, but you whipped around as smoothly as possible, trying your best to look unflappable. Standing in front of you was a handsome, black-haired man, no doubt coming from one of the wealthy families that Minho had invited.

“Hello,” you smiled, before asking politely, “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I know—“

“Park Seonghwa,” he interrupted you curtly, “The Park’s and the Lee’s are old family friends. I’m surprised you don’t know who I am, since you are—unfortunately—a Lee as well.”

Okay, so he was that type of asshole. Your smile faltered as your brain repeated a constant mantra.

Don’t screw up. Don’t screw this up for Minho. Smile, deflect, leave.

You put on a tentatively polite smile as you spoke, “I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong to upset you, but—”

“Don’t patronize me,” Seonghwa’s eyes flared, although his tone still decidedly curt, “You—a high school dropout, a nobody—shouldn’t even dare to walk beside the likes of Lee Minho, much less marry him.”

Your blood boiled, and you wanted nothing more than to sock this asshole in the face. You gripped your clutch tightly, clenching your jaw as the bartender came back with your two drinks.

Seonghwa paused, looking at you up and down before smiling with mock pity, “Dressing up doesn’t suit you, Y/N. Maybe you should crawl back to the gutters where you belong and stop pretending to be something you’re not.”

At that moment, something in you snapped, and you no longer cared about your carefully crafted personality. Fuck that. Fuck the press. Fuck every careful step you’ve taken to maintain your reputation.

“Park Seonghwa,” When you spoke again, your voice was colder than ice. Even Seonghwa could feel it, as surprise flashed in his eyes.

“Once again, I apologize for anything that I have done to upset you. However,” Your voice held an undercurrent of a growl as you took a step towards him, very subtly intruding in his personal space, “that does not give you the right to insult my character.”

“Y/N—“

“It’s Mrs. Lee to you,” you interrupted him harshly, “Rather pathetic, waiting for a moment that I’m alone to speak to me in this manner. Tell me, if Minho were standing beside me, would you say everything that you just said right now?”

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, as his cold, sultry voice grew nervous, “I-I—“

“Let me answer that for you, Mr. Park. You wouldn’t,” you snarled, letting the words sink in before smiling coldly, “Your company is an extension of Minho’s, am I right? What do you think will happen if I told him that you were an egocentric asshole who believes himself superior to others because of something as trivial as birth? Do you think you’ll be part of this elite circle that you hold so dear after he is through with you?”

Seonghwa was utterly speechless, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as you grab the two glasses from the table, turning away from him with an expression of utter disdain.

“I hope you spend some time to correct your mentality before you end up verbally assaulting someone who has less patience than me.”

You stalked away with your head held high and your anger still simmering under the surface as you walked over to Minho, who was conversing with Mr. Kim. The intense urge to hurl something at the wall waned slightly, and you couldn’t help but smile at your husband.

“Darling,” you purred sweetly as handing him his drink, snaking an arm around his waist in a gesture of comfort, but also a gesture of seeking his attention.

Your husband, your wonderful, perfect husband, could tell immediately from the sound of your voice and your actions that something had happened. In an act of courtesy, you introduce yourself to Mr. Kim, who treated you with far more grace and politeness than the person you’d just interacted with. Minho, holding your waist tightly, excused himself from Mr. Kim’s presence before pulling you to a less crowded corner.

“What’s happened? Are you alright?” He asked, the worry apparent in his features as he ran his hands up and down your side comfortingly. The act alone already soothed your earlier anger.

Shaking your head, you gently tapped his forehead with your knuckles, “Don’t make that expression. You’ll get wrinkles,” you chastised him teasingly.

Minho’s grip on your waist tightened, “You didn’t answer the question,” he pointed out.

You sighed tiredly, “It’s the usual. Some assholes think that I don’t deserve you.”

The reaction was immediate, his eyes darkening with cold, contained fury as he clenched his jaw, “Who?” He growled, already looking around the room as if he could sense who would dare insult his wife.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said breezily, putting your hand on his arm in an attempt to appease his anger, “He already regrets it.”

Minho froze, his angry frown molding into a cocky smirk, “You scared him, didn’t you?”

You winced, “Yeah, I’m sorry. I tried to stay cordial, but I got angry and—fuck, I think I ruined things for you—“

“Hey—hey, look at me, darling,” The anger in Minho’s voice had dissipated, leaving only gentle concern as his hands cup your cheeks delicately, his thumb brushing your face as you looked up at him.

“You didn’t ruin anything, okay? You had every right to be angry and I’m so, so proud of you for standing up for yourself,” Minho’s voice didn’t hold a shred of anger, only a firmness as he looked you in the eye.

“But, the press—“

“The press won’t write anything, and if they do, I’ll shut it down the moment it appears,” Minho said soothingly as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “You did so well, and I love you so much.”

A quiet, relieved sob choked out of your lips and Minho sighed, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I’m sorry, baby. I always hate putting you in situations like this.”

You leaned into his touch, gently holding his hand, “It’s alright, I knew what I signed up for,” you said, smiling reassuringly, “Besides, I know you’d destroy them if you ever saw it happen. If anything, I’m more worried about their lives.”

Your words had the intended effect, calming Minho’s anger, “Is that why you never give me names?” He asked with an almost resigned voice; he’d never understand your commitment to protecting people who didn’t deserve a moment of your attention.

“I just don’t want to cause you trouble,” you answered with a smile, but instead of smiling back, Minho looked stricken, like a sudden thought had come into his head, something he’d never realized before.

“Y/N, are you—”

“There you two are!” Hyunjin ran over, exasperation clear in his features, “You have to make the toast, Minho! Everyone’s waiting for you!”

“Fuck,” Your husband scowled as Hyunjin ran back to notify the staff. Turning to look at you with a determined expression on his face, he said firmly, “You’re coming onto the stage with me.”

“W-what?” You let out an incredulous laugh, backing away from your husband and feeling as if the comfortable rug you’ve been sitting on had just been yanked out from under you. You’d never been in the spotlight at any galas, and you never wanted to. After all, more time on the stage meant more public scrutiny, and public scrutiny meant bad press for Minho, “Darling, you can’t. This is your party and your future company—”

“It’s going to be your company, too,” Minho retorted, looking deadly serious, “And don’t act like every single one of these decorations wasn’t your idea. You played just as big if not a bigger part in putting this together, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

You shook your head frantically, trying to muster a believable smile, “I don’t want the credit, really. If your employees see you bringing me up there…”

“Y/N,” Minho moved towards you, cupping your face with his hands as he stared you down, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute love and adoration, “There’s no time to have a genuine conversation on this topic right now, but I need you to at least know this. I will never be ashamed of you, Y/N. Never.”

“I know,” You said soothingly, but Minho didn’t look convinced, “I know you’d never be ashamed of me, love, but there’s a difference between not being ashamed and bringing your-high school-dropout wife up on stage in a large and very important gala.”

“They don’t know you,” Minho replied bluntly, “They don’t know that you dropped out to work and pay for your mom’s medical bills. They don’t know how you gave up everything to take care of her. They don’t know how your words pulled me away from the drugs and the alcohol that was working to consume me.”

Stroking your cheek gently, he spoke, “I’m nothing without you, Y/N, and I’m perfectly alright with letting the world see that,” you choke on a sob as he kissed your lips, asking softly, “Is that alright with you, darling?”

You took a moment to collect yourself, staring up at your husband who owned the world in his hands but would drop it all in an instant if you merely said the word, and nodded, “Yes, of course.”

The whispers spread like wildfire as Minho walked onto the stage with you. The cameras flashed and you could hear the shutters clicking, drowning out the sound of your own heartbeat. You hated it. It felt suffocating, and you couldn’t breathe. You had to get out, or you’d ruin everything Minho built--

“Love, I’m right here,” Minho murmurs into your ear, holding onto your waist, and suddenly you felt grounded, brought back to reality with the sound of your husband’s voice, “Don’t look at them, look through them. Their opinion doesn’t matter.”

As you looked out into the crowd, spotting the aghast expressions of Minho’s parents, the envy of the people who would kill to be Minho’s one and only, the venom in Seonghwa’s eyes with a hint of fear as your gazes locked onto each other, it was hard to believe Minho’s words. Opinions created fact in the eyes of the media, and the people that hated you could rewrite your entire identity with a snap of their fingers.

But, as you felt Minho’s firm, reassuring hand on your waist and caught sight of Hyunjin and Felix snickering in the back, you couldn’t fight the smile threatening to appear on your face, your body relaxing and getting used to the spotlight. He was right. They didn’t know you, they didn’t know even a bit of you that really mattered, only seeing what they want to see.

Minho’s lips quirked up into a smile, feeling your gradual shift in mentality as he continued to talk, and he gave your waist a subtle, but loving squeeze.

epilogue.

It was always the same boring jargon.

You sat at your husband’s side, as always, your legs crossed and your head resting against your hand, a perfect picture of relaxed passiveness as you watched grown men squabble at the conference table like young children over a pretty toy.

“The charity money should go to the academy!” One of the men said roughly, “ That’s where it’s gone for years. There’s no use in creating frivolous drama and gossip by changing the beneficiary now.”

“The new school being built by the Park’s would benefit from the additional funding,” Another argued, and your gaze moved towards him, also keeping an eye on a particular Park Seonghwa, who had been decidedly quiet, “The students would be able to receive additional benefits from the donations.”

“The arts center that we have sponsored the construction of would also be a good candidate,” An employee interjected, “It would also bring good publicity for the company, showing our interest in supporting the arts--”

“No.”

All eyes turned towards you, who had not shifted from your laid back position even after your curt interruption. If your husband was surprised, he didn’t so much as blink in surprise, although you could see the telltale glimmer in his eyes, telling you clearly that he was actually amused.

“We’re not going to use the charity money on any of those projects,” you continued, sitting up in your seat, “We’re going to use it for exactly what the definition implies. Charity.”

Seonghwa made a noise, a clear scoff in disguise as he glanced at you, “Mrs. Lee, the past 30 minutes of the meeting have been devoted to discussing the use of the money for--”

“Giving a couple million dollars to projects that already have billion dollar budgets is not charity, Mr. Park,” you interjected cooly, before finally sitting forward to open your laptop, “I’d suggest moving the funds to support the public schools in the city, which are all severely lacking in resources.”

Minho’s face remained impassive, but his eyes were smiling as he quietly observed you take over the room, handling every objection to your proposal with a lazy ease and snark that he’d fallen in love with after mere days of meeting you. After everyone had exhausted their attempts at trying to bring the money back to their own projects, he finally cleared his throat.

“When it comes to charity, the last argument that should be made is about the return profit,” Minho said, his voice low and commanding, “The Lee Company has more means to do good in the city than any other company, and it is perfectly capable of using its additional funds to support people without asking for anything in return.”

His employees are grew quiet with a chastised silence, one that he reveled in before continuing, “Now, if anyone has an opposition to my wife’s proposal that doesn’t revolve around a more financially beneficial option or better publicity, feel free to speak.”

The continued silence felt like a personal triumph for you as you sat back in your seat, once again assuming your relaxed, rather bored posture.

“Good,” Minho said firmly as his employees continued to sit in silence, “Y/N will lead with the execution of this charity. Thank you for a productive meeting, everyone.”

As the people filed out of the room, leaving you and your husband to lounge around the empty and secluded space, you let out a gasp as Minho stood up, loosening his tie before bending down and smashing his lips against yours in a deep, hungry kiss.

“Fuck, do you even know how hot that was?” He groaned, biting your lower lip as his hand gently tilted your head up to a better angle for him to explore your mouth with his tongue.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, letting your husband have his fun as you bit his lip teasingly, “Did you really just get turned on by me scolding your employees?”

“Love, I get turned on by you doing practically anything,” Minho chuckles, pulling away slightly to gaze down at your red cheeks and swollen lips, “But you putting people in their place might take the cake.”

“Hmm, is that so?” You hummed, wrapping his tie around your hand and giving it a light yank, “Maybe I should put you in your place, too, darling.”

Minho smirked, his eyes darkening at your words, “Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna wish you didn’t say that,” he laughed, leaving a fleeting kiss on your lips before pulling away from you completely, moving to lock the door with a soft click.

It was a godsend for the people outside that the conference rooms were built to be soundproof, because two of you walked out maybe half an hour later, your neck littered with marks, courtesy of Minho’s love and hunger, and your legs wobbly, relying on Minho’s firm grip around your waist as the two of you walked back to the parking lot.

And if Minho guided you down the path that would pass Park Seonghwa’s office, flashing him a smug smile, he swore it was nothing more than a simple accident.

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Crimson Snow (pt. 2) • Bakugou Katsuki

Summary • We all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood. But all stories, especially ones passed through spoken word, can change with time. This is the true story of a girl who wandered into the forest, wearing a cloak white as snow, and left on the back of a beast with a crimson cape trailing behind her.

Pairing • Shifter!Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count • 4.4k

Tags and Warnings • Fairy tale AU, captivity, experimentation, violence, blood, swearing, mentions of nudity, eventual happy ending.

Note • This is part two of a fic for the @bnhabookclub Provisional License Exam Event! The lovely @im-here-for-the-heroes and @etegomanere beta read this fic and were lots of help. I hope you all will enjoy reading this part too!

part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4

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Warm huffs of air brush past the side of your head, heating one side of your face. Your head is resting on something that definitely isn’t the folded cloak you had initially laid down on hours ago. In fact, your cloak is draped over your body, keeping you warm.

You sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and frown at the cloak as it slips off your shoulders. Did you wake up because of the cold and put it around yourself? Maybe, but you don’t remember waking up at all.

Looking down next to you, your body stiffens in surprise. You had been using the wolf’s front legs as a pillow! So that’s where the warm air came from: the exhales of the sleeping wolf.

You have no clue how you got onto his front legs and spread the cloak over yourself while you were sleeping, but you’re distracted as your stomach growls and clenches uncomfortably in hunger. It’s likely been a full day since you last ate. And the plate of scraps that the hunter left behind might be the only food you’ll have for another twenty-four hours.

So you get to your feet, still careful of putting your weight on your right one, and limp toward the plate. The chain stops you at a short distance away. You frown at the plate that the hunter placed on the wolf’s half of the room.

“He probably did that on purpose, the bastard,” you mutter as you sink to your knees and lay entirely on the ground, arms outstretched toward the plate.

Your fingertips brush against the rim of it, but no matter how hard you wiggle and reach, you can’t actually pull the plate toward you. The metal shackle around your left ankle starts to rub at your skin uncomfortably. Thank goodness you didn’t try to do this while the hunter was still here, or he’d probably get some sort of sick amusement from watching you struggle.

Sighing, you rest your forehead on the cold stone floor with a little thunk. The pain makes you wince, and you push yourself up with your forearms to stare forlornly at the plate. It doesn’t even look that good, you try to tell yourself, but your stomach growls again, reminding you of your hunger.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you turn onto your side so you’re facing the waking wolf.

“Morning,” you say, although you’re not confident in the time of day. Spending hours in a dungeon without windows is already throwing off your internal clock.

The wolf yawns, showing its sharp teeth, and for a moment, you wonder if it was wise to take off the silver band that had kept his muzzle shut. But then again, you had just slept right on top of him and he hadn’t bitten your head off or anything.

His mouth closes, and he gets to his feet, shaking his fur out in a motion that causes the chains on his limbs and collar to rattle. He pads toward you, but walks right past you to the plate of scraps, and you watch mournfully as he sniffs the air above the food.

Closing your eyes, you expect to hear the sounds of the wolf gulping down the food, but you hear something scrape across the stone floor instead. Your eyes pop open as the wolf nudges the plate toward you until it’s within your reach. As soon as you pull the plate toward you, the wolf turns away and settles back down in the spot he was in when he woke up.

“I– you– thank you!” you tell him, astonished. You sit up and fold your legs under you, rub your hands as best you can on your dress, and start digging into the food. There are pieces of bread crust on the plate, and you eat them first, taking large bites of it with relish even though it’s dry and scratches your throat as you swallow. You pair the bread crust with the boiled pieces of carrot, which are cold and a little slimy.

You’re about to start working on the scraps of meat left on your plate when your eyes drift over to the wolf. His eyes are closed and he looks to be asleep once again. His back rises and falls with every breath he takes, and as you study him, you see the protrusion of his ribs through his matted and dirty fur. You haven’t seen the hunter feed him since you were put in the dungeon with the wolf, you realize. And the wolf definitely has been through a lot more pain and torture than you.

You eye the bits of meat again. They look so appetizing even though they undoubtedly are scraps and leftovers. But the wolf had helped you get the plate instead of eating the food off it himself, and you should return the favor.

Nodding to yourself now that you’ve made up your mind, you get onto your feet, pick up the plate, and walk back over to the wolf. The chain rattles and bumps against the stones as you drag it along the floor beside you. Sitting down in front of the wolf, you slide the plate across the ground until it rests before his nose.

You can’t help but giggle as his nose twitches, no doubt smelling the food before him, but you still as his red eyes suddenly snap open to look into your own eyes. He seems to be glaring at you for laughing at him, and you hide your amusement at such a human-like response. He really is as smart as a human, you think.

But although the wolf seems tempted by the smell of the food, he nudges the plate back towards you.

You frown, then push the plate to him. “Eat,” you say sternly.

A quiet growl ripples in his throat as he slides the plate back to you.

You push the plate back at him and lean forwards. “This,” you say, pointing at the meat, “is yours!” You jab your finger at the wolf. “I already had half of the food, so it’s only fair that you get the other half. I’m certainly not going to just let you starve! You’ve definitely been here longer than me, and the stupid hunter treats you worse than he does me, so there’s no way that he’s been feeding you as much as he should. So you better eat it, because I certainly will not, and there’s no way that you can force me to.” With that, you huff out a breath, cross your arms across your chest, and stick your nose up in the air.

The wolf stares at you for a long moment. Then he slowly lowers his head and starts eating the pieces of food left on the plate.

“Good,” you say softly, letting your arms fall back to your side. Your stomach definitely isn’t full, but it warms you to see the wolf eating something too.

You lay down on the floor, moving an arm under your head. Staring up at the ceiling, your eyes follow the cracks in between the stones as you start talking.

“I miss home,” you say, voice quiet. You don’t notice the wolf looking up from his food. “I was on my way to visit Grandmother, you know, before the hunter snatched me off the road. She must be getting worried since I haven’t arrived yet. She’s not really my grandmother, but I’ve known her for years since my mother always took me to her when I was sick, and she insists I call her Grandmother.

“Anyways, I was going to bring her supplies from the village since she doesn’t like leaving her house for too long when the hunter caught me and brought me here. I normally stay at her house for a couple days, so my father won’t notice that I’m gone for a while. He’s been, um, distant, for a long time—ever since my mom died five years ago.” You swallow hard and close your eyes for a moment, picturing your mother’s smile.

“My dad just works every day and visits the tavern at night. He’s not a bad parent, really,” you say, looking at the wolf when he growls. “His grief just consumes him, and he has a hard time coping. I’ve learned to take care of myself, though! It-it probably doesn’t excuse him from being so absent, but I do understand his pain. She was his wife, but she was my mother.” Your voice cracks on the last word, and a tear slips out the corner of your eye and starts trailing down the side of your face.

You lay there in silence as the wolf finishes up the last bits of meat. After a few more tears escape, you huff out a shaky breath and wipe your face on the front of your dress. “I’m okay,” you say, more for yourself to hear than the wolf.

“Thanks for listening,” you tell him, moving closer to pick up the plate and set it off to the side, so the hunter hopefully won’t notice that you gave the wolf some of the food.

The wolf gets to his feet and pads toward you. Your eyes widen, but you don’t back away, waiting to see what he’ll do. His chains are pulled to their full length, but the wolf stretches his head out to gently nudge his nose into your shoulder. He bumps it once, twice, then backs away, pacing back and forth across the dungeon floor.

You watch him do this for a bit, the corners of your lips tilting upwards in a small smile. The wolf sometimes acts so human. That must have been why you told him about your mother and your father—something you haven’t talked to anyone except Grandma about in a very long time.

The wolf suddenly stops, ears perking up and tilting towards the doorway of the dungeon. A low growl fills the room. You stiffen. He’s coming. You lunge towards the cloth bandage and pick it up.

“C’mon!” you hiss at the wolf, who is already loping towards you with long strides. Unlike the previous time, you have to tie the makeshift bandage around his muzzle, which takes precious seconds as your fingers tremble with nerves. With the bandage secure, you grab the silver band and slide it over the wolf’s nose, tightening the sliding bolts once the metal rests over the cloth. “There,” you whisper, then quickly scoot back towards the wall, eyes trained on the doorway to the dungeon.

The hunter steps through the doorway, gloved hands tucked into crisply pressed pants. He stalks across the room, once again making his way to the table to pick up yet another syringe.

A sour taste fills your mouth. The wolf was in so much pain last time. And his pain seemed to increase with every single injection. How bad would it be now?

You get to your feet and start walking towards the wolf, hiding a wince every time you step on your right foot. It’s only been hours since you cut yourself on the glass pieces of the syringe, and though the cuts have stopped bleeding, it’s painful whenever you put weight on it. When you reach the wolf, you collapse to your knees and wrap your arms around his head, glaring at the hunter.

“Don’t you dare!” you shout.

The hunter grasps onto your right arm with his free hand and rips you away from the wolf, throwing you to the ground a few feet away. Your head bounces off the stone, and pain immediately radiates from the point of impact. He pushes the needle deep into the wolf’s neck and presses down on the plunger. The misty purple liquid drains out of the syringe and enters the wolf, who immediately starts shaking. A moment later, a pained howl rips from the wolf’s throat and bounces off the dungeon walls, only adding to the throbbing in your head.

Pulling the syringe away from the wolf’s neck, the hunter tosses the syringe onto the table instead of placing it back with his usual meticulousness. Instead, he picks up a knife off the wall of torture devices and stalks towards you as you push yourself to sit up from the ground. He’s moving so quickly that you can’t pull your hand away before his well-shined shoe crushes the fingers of your left hand, grinding bone into the stone floor.

His knife-free hand grabs your chin and tilts it up toward him. You’re stretched out, fingers trapped under his shoe while being pulled upward by your chin. “Do you have anything else to say? Beg for mercy?” the hunter asks, yellow eyes narrowing.

Pain runs from your fingers, up your arms, through your neck, only adding to the pain in your head. However, you are determined to stay strong and not give in to him. If you do, that just means you let him win. So you lock away the pain for a moment, letting a glare heat your eyes. “I would never beg to the likes of you. So as I said before, go screw yourself!”

“Then it is time for you to be punished,” the hunter says, dragging the tip of the knife lightly along your collarbone. “You brought this upon yourself, and no pleading can save you.”

He puts pressure on the knife, the sharp edge splitting your skin. It burns! You whimper and struggle in his grip, trying to pull away from him, but the hunter only presses down harder, drawing the knife across your collarbone. Something wet and thick flows from the wound, seeping into the neckline of your dress.

The hunter lifts his knife off your skin and moves to make another cut when the wolf struggles to his feet, growling. The wolf lunges for the hunter, butting his head into the hunter’s legs. Although the wolf’s muzzle is clamped shut by the silver band, the wolf somehow creates a gap in his teeth and bites at the hunter’s ankles. The hunter drops his knife in surprise, and the blade skitters across the stone floor until it hits the wall. He steps off your hand, whirling around to face the wolf. “You’re a filthy beast, and you clearly do not want to be saved. If your bite does anything to me, then I will be forced to dispose of you.”

He kicks the wolf hard, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling onto its side. Although you keep shouting for the hunter to stop, the hunter keeps kicking, even when the wolf is down, until a snap bounces off stone walls.

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Chisaki Kai steps back, breathing heavily in anger and repulsion, then walks out of the room, blood oozing out of the bite in his ankle. He stalks into his living room, ripping the gloves off his hands and throwing them into the fireplace, watching as flames engulf the leather and consumes it in a burst of sparks. “Chronostasis!” he says, low and commanding, despite the sweat beading on his skin.

Chronostasis appears, with a new pair of gloves, some disinfectant, a clean towel, and fresh bandages. Chisaki Kai slips the gloves on, and his breaths start to level out as he sits on the couch and cleans out the bite from the wolf.

He knows shifters can’t turn humans into shifters just from a bite, but his skin still crawls at the thought of the filthy wolf’s teeth sinking into his skin. Pouring the disinfectant over the wound, he does not flinch at the sting of alcohol, and wipes the blood away with the towel before wrapping it up with a bandage.

Chisaki Kai stands up and faces Chronostasis. “The shifter is acting more repulsive than usual. So is the girl. But a couple more doses of the nightshade formula should get rid of the wolf forever.”

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You wince as your fingers gently touch the edge of the cut that the hunter left in your skin. Blood has trickled down your collarbone until it seeped into the white of your dress, staining the lace and cloth of the neckline a vivid crimson. Your left hand is throbbing from being crushed under the hunter’s shoe, but right now, you’re more concerned about the wolf.

He saved you from the hunter’s torture, although he had just been injected by the purple substance that caused him pain. He even bit the hunter, even though he must have hurt himself more to get his jaws open in the silver band. And the hunter had retaliated, kicking the wolf over and over again. You think you heard the snap of bone, maybe a rib that had cracked from the force.

So you crawl over to the wolf, who has fallen unconscious and whimpers with every exhale, and gently press your lips to his head. “Thank you,” you whisper as tears well up in your eyes. “Thank you.”

There’s nothing you can do for him except to lift his head onto your lap and remove the silver band. A sob escapes your mouth as you catch sight of the bandage underneath. The white has been eaten up by red, and blood is starting to seep into his fur.

You rip up two strips of cloth from your dress and remove the current bandage, tears dripping down your face when you see the deep gash that rings his muzzle as a result of struggling to open his mouth to save you. The first piece of cloth almost immediately soaks through with blood, so you layer the next bandage on top. It’s not much, but the wolf’s whimpers eventually taper off.

You don’t understand why the wolf saved you like that—wasn’t he just an animal? You shouldn’t have mattered to him. But he did save you, and he paid the price, so you can only keep him as comfortable as possible and keep watch as he rests.

With his head in your lap and your hand stroking the fur between his ears, your eyelids get heavier and heavier; it’s a struggle to open them back up again after every blink. Eventually, lulled by the deep breaths of the wolf, you doze off, head nodding forwards, drifting away from the pain in your head, your hand, and your heart.

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You come to with a jolt, body jerking upwards as you prevent yourself from crashing onto the floor. Next time, you note, don’t fall asleep sitting up.

There’s a weight in your lap, and you remember resting the wolf’s head there, but when you look down, you blink once, twice. Then you rub at your eyes with the back of your hand—your fingers are crusted over with red from your blood and the wolf’s blood.

He’s still there.

No, not the wolf. The young man with his head of spiky blonde hair right between your legs. “What the hell?” you hiss, heart pounding in your chest as you scramble to push his head off you—though you do take care to not let his head hit the ground hard.

And then your eyes travel down from this- this stranger’s head and trace over an exposed and sculpted neck, chest, torso, and–

Your face is getting warmer, and you turn your head away, but your eyes slide back over to the expanse of skin and muscle that are littered with scars and cuts and dirt and blood. You hesitate when he shivers and curls in on himself, then you unclasp your cloak from your shoulders and drape it over his body.

He shifts as the cloth settles down around him, and his eyes slowly open, still heavy with sleep. You quickly scoot back so that you’re not within reach. “Who are you?” you ask, questions spilling out of your mouth, “How did you get here? What happened to the wolf? Why are you not wearing clothes?”

He sits up before looking down at himself, spotting your cloak that has now slipped down to his waist. You keep your eyes steadily on his face, not letting them stray to his chest. His eyes move up to meet yours, and you notice that they’re an unusual crimson. The last time you’d seen eyes like that was—the wolf. And his hair! It’s wild and sticks up all over the place, but the blonde is very similar to the wolf's coat. But that’s not possible, is it?

His lips curl up in a smirk as he sees your eyes widen in recognition, then disbelief. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki, and it’s a name you better not forget.”

“You’re–” you stutter, trying to figure out how to word the thoughts in your head without him, Bakugou, thinking that you’re crazy. “Are you–”

“–a werewolf?” he finishes for you, crossing his arms over his chest. “No, dumbass, that’s a made-up term for stories and fairytales. We call ourselves shifters.”

“‘We?’ So there’s more of you.”

Bakugou nods but doesn’t elaborate. He’s sure that you won’t betray him to Overhaul—he hasn’t smelled deception on you since you were thrown into the dungeon with him—but he has learned to be cautious anyway. Too much pain can loosen nearly anyone’s lips.

You’re a little disappointed that you can’t learn more about a whole new type of people that basically have been living in your backyard. “So how’d you end up here?” you ask instead.

Bakugou shifts to a more comfortable position. You avert your eyes when he rearranges the cloak around him, but look back at him when he starts speaking. He tells you of the trap the hunter—Overhaul, you learn—and Chronostasis set up for a group of the younger shifters. Recovery Girl had told them–

“Wait, wait! Did you say Recovery Girl? She’s Shuuzenji Chiyo, right? But she’s Grandmother, the one I was going to visit!”

“Yeah, she’s our healer. But stop fucking interrupting me! Do you want me to continue? Huh?”

You suppress a smile at his curses. Just a few minutes of speaking with him told you that he regularly used them in his speech, though he usually didn’t use them with the intent to hurt feelings. Those words are just how he expresses himself. “Sorry, Bakugou! Please continue.”

“Yeah, yeah, so anyway…” Recovery Girl had told the shifters that wildlife has been found dead in one section of the forest for a while, though most of the carcasses are untouched. It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time, so Bakugou and other young shifters were sent to investigate.

When they got to the area and spread out to start looking for the animals, Overhaul and Chronostasis attacked. They had gone for one of Bakugou’s friends—though Bakugou insisted that he wasn’t “friends with that Shitty Hair!”—and Bakugou jumped in front of his friend to take the arrow. His friends had tried to fight back against Overhaul and Chronostasis, but they had used Bakugou as a hostage.

“...and those fuckers put me down here, and I haven’t been out since. It’s been two weeks now, and they give me those injections at least once a day.”

You exhale heavily. Although Bakugou has a fierce scowl on his face and sounds angry, you think he’s glad that his friends got away, even at his expense. “What is Overhaul trying to do to you with those injections? They look painful every time.”

Bakugou scoffs, tugging at the collar around his neck. “No shit, they’re painful. It’s something that includes wolfsbane, which hurts wolf shifters if it gets in our bodies. In high enough doses, they can kill one completely.

“But he just gives a little each time when I’m in my wolf form to try and ‘purify’ me from being a shifter. I couldn’t fucking hold my wolf form anymore after the last one, which is why I shifted in my sleep.”

Your eyes widen. As cruel as you thought Overhaul was back when you only knew Bakugou as a wolf, it’s even more inhumane that he’s trying to remove an entire half of Bakugou’s identity. “Will you be able to shift back? In a bit?”

“Yeah,” he rasps in response, “But if Overhaul keeps it up for long, I won’t be able to shift at all.”

“Oh.”

The two of you fall silent for a while, lost in thought. Bakugou’s fists clench and unclench every once in a while, as if he’s attempting to shift. At this rate, he’s going to cut his own hands with his nails, so you decide to try and distract him.

“Don’t you want to know how I ended up here?” you ask.

“I can remember every damn thing that happens in my wolf form, so your life story a couple hours ago was plenty.”

“You- you remember everything?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” Bakugou looks up at you and smirks. “Why, getting embarrassed now?”

The moments you spent with the wolf flash through your mind. Stroking his head. Bandaging him. Kissing his forehead. “Oh, goodness, no,” you moan, burying your face in your hands.

He snickers at your flustered response. “Oh, hell, yes.”

You spend the next few moments in silence, waiting until you’re less embarrassed and are ready to face him again. You lift your head back up. “So, what now? Do you have a plan to get out of here?

Bakugou stares at you, then snarls, “Of course I have a plan! What do you think I spend all my time doing here, huh? Dreaming about daisies or some frilly shit like that? Here’s my fucking plan: remove these stupid chains,” he rattles the ones around his wrists for emphasis, “and leave this fucking place!”

You blink at him, once, then twice. “Is that it?”

“You got a problem with that?”

“No, no! Not at all! I was just hoping for something more...specific?”

Bakugou scoffs. “The details are up here,” he taps the side of his head, then places his hand on his knee and leans forward. His red eyes lock onto yours, keeping your attention. “But things can change, so they could end up being useless anyway.”

“Hm, okay,” you say. “You kind of have a point. So get out of these chains, and get out of this place. When do we start?”

“Of course I have a point. Pick up that knife over there.” He nods toward the knife Overhaul was using on you, that had skittered across the ground when Bakugou bit him.

“We start now.”

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ivyuns · 3 years

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violation❆♞♣

hwang hyunjin

genre: angst | bit of fluff

word count: 1.7k

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns, blood, death, pregnancy + not proof read oops lol

A/N: lol hyunjin kinda psycho in this

this was drowning in my drafts since may omg

masterlist

mafia!hyunjin x fembarista!reader

y/f/n = ur fiance’s name

you owned your own cafe in downtown seoul. your customers and employees were always great people and bought positivity around you. it was currently a busy day and everyone was in and out of the main entrance. the employees were trying their best to stay calm and keep a positivity mindset. you however, were distracted by the co-owner, hwang hyunjin.

hyunjin always seemed like that flirty but a suspicious type. everyone told you to stay away from him since you were little but how could you when you two were inseparable. it all started in kindergarten.

you were running around the classroom til your teacher yelled out “stop” and everyone looked at her. you saw a little boy. next to the teacher, waiting to be introduced. “hello kids, we have a new student! please introduce youself.” the teacher says.

“hi im sam hwang from korea. please take care of me” he says softly and hides. the teacher tells him theres nothing to be scared of and let him wonder around the classroom. you went up to him and introduced yourself. “hi sam! my name is y/n kwon. i’m also from korea!”. hyunjins head went up and eyes went big. “y-you’re from korea?!” he stuttered since he was lowkey excited that someone in his class was korean, just like him. you smiled and nodded your head. you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the playground to continue recess.

2 years later in summer, your best friend came over with his parents to tell these news. hyunjin came in your room with a sad smile as you were playing with your stuffed animals. you looked up and smiled at him, “hi hyunjin!” you said cheerfully, obviously in a better mood than him. “y/n, i need to tell you something” he said sadly. he went to go sit across of you and picked up some of the toys around your room.

“i’m moving back to korea.” you stopped your actions after hearing what he said. “moving? why?” you looked up at him. “m-my parents said it’s best for us to go back to korea because we only came here for my dad’s work, but he ended up leaving the job and now we’re going to go back” hyunjin looks up to see tears falling out of your eyes. he went to your side and hugged you, telling you that you’ll be spending quality time before he leaves.

after moving back to korea after years hyunjin left you, you opened your own cafe. as your shop was almost completed for the grand opening, hyunjin happened to pass by your shop. he looked through the window and saw a girl that looked so familiar to him.

knocking on the window to get your attention, you go the the door to unlock it and stick your head out of the window. “hyunjin?!” he looks at you with his eyes big. “y/n? what are you doing here?” hyunjin asks. “i recently moved here and now im starting a business” hyunjin nods his head.

“are you looking for any employees?” nodding your head. “yeah but i guess around this area, nobody wants to work at a cafe” you joked. “maybe i can help? i-i mean if you want to” hyunjin laughs. nodding your head, you lead him inside the cafe. hyunjin looks at your artwork and the nicely decorated shop, amazed.

handing a paper that has all the requirements and terms in order to start working here. after hyunjin was done signing it, you looked at the paper and gave him a thumbs up. “looks good! ill give you a call whenever we start” hyunjin nods his head and waves a goodbye to you.as hyunjin exits, he now knows where his target is.

2 hours earlier:

“hwang” chan calls out.

hyunjin looks up from his phone and sees chan carrying files. “remember that girl youd always talk about? kwon y/n? your childhood best friend back in america?” he nods. “apparently her dad is in a gang too and stole our money for whatever reason. so now your mission is to find her, bring her here, and kill her”

hyunjin gulps.‘why? did you do something wrong? what do you have to deal with this? does she know about this?’ all of hyunjins thoughts were about you. “ill do it”he knows he cant do it. but he has to or else he’ll be kicked out of stray kids. after moving back to korea and his parents suddenly passing, he was lonely. until stray kids saved him from being in the dark and invited him to their family. he gladly accepted.

hyunjin goes to his room and does research about you. he finds your instagram and sees that youre opening a cafe around the little area of downtown seoul which was a few hours away from his place. after enough of his little research, he grabs his jacket and heads out to find you.

present time:

the first week of the grand opening was a hassle. the cafe was always packed and made the employees feel stressed. as the cafe was almost settled, you told the workers to take a break as you and hyunjin will do everything else.

finishing an iced americano, you could see from the corner of your eyes and sees hyunjins strange actions. ignoring it, you gave the drink to the correct customer and continued making drinks.

closing time finally happened and everyone left out a huge sigh. having a group meeting, you gave everyone their weekly paycheck. “thank you everyone for working hard. i will see you tomorrow morning!” you waved goodbye and smiled. as soon as you saw almost everyone leave, you turned around and started cleaning.

hyunjin goes next to you and helps you clean the counters and machines. “jin, you know you can leave you know?” you told him as hyunjin lets out a chuckle. “nah its alright. plus as the second ceo, i shall help you” hyunjin winks. stopping your actions, you playfully smack hyunjin across his chest. “hey hey, im just joking. but still, after we finish cleaning, ill take you home” “but you said you have an exam tomorrow? shouldnt you be going home and start studying?” you asked. hyunjin nods his head, defeated. “alright you got me. i promise ill take you home another time” nodding your head, he goes and gets his belongings and leaves.

quickly cleaning the shop, you turn off all the lights and lock all of the doors. turning around to see the whole cafe in one point of view, a smile grew on your face. plugging your earphones in to walk home with your music blasting and texting your family group chat.

y/n: on my way home. the cafe was a success this week :)

mum <3: cheers to a successful opening

dad: come home safely, my son in law is waiting for you

smiling from the excitement, you started walking down the street to get to your house. as you entered this street, it was dark with the moonlight shining. feeling someone following you, you turned around and saw nobody. pulling up hyunjins contact on your phone just in case something happened, you continued walking in a fast pace, turning the volume down.

feeling the same aura from before, you quickly pressed the call button but you heard the familiar ringtone.

“sleep tight princess”

you wake up feeling sore and lost of warmth. opening your eyes, youre in a room thats filled with drywalls and a hwang hyunjin to your left, sitting on a chair. “h-hyunjin?” you called out his name. he looks up from your phone after reading every conversation you had that was about him. “the princess has finally awoken from her slumber” hyunjin smirks.

hyunjin gets off of the chair and goes by your side, lifting your chin up. trying to protest only to be stopped as you felt your limbs tied up. “now now princess, no need to get feisty” hyunjin laughs. “what the fuck do you want hyunjin” “hmm? you really dont know?” shaking your head, hyunjin gets up and walks around the room.

“so, youre saying you dont know what your dad has been doing? the fact that he stole money from me just to help you other with the small disgusting shop of yours?” it hurt. both you and hyunjin. hyunjin wanted to give his mission up and hug you, wipe your tears away and apologize. you were more than hurt. more like angry. hyunjin knew you wanted a cafe when you grew up and he supported you more than anything.

“the fuck are you talking about? youre assuming that my dad stole money from you? from what information is getting in that head of yours?” you shouted out. hyunjin grabs his gun and clicks it. you hear the click and your attention is immediately on hyunjin. “h-hyunjin whatever youre wanting to do, put the gun down first” hyunjin closes his eyes as he feels fresh tears escaping and shakes his head.

“hwang hyunjin! do you not know what youre about to do? tell me what you want from us. we’ll give you your money back- anything just dont pull it-” you stopped talking as soon as you see him point the gun at you. “please hyunjin dont. im pregnant-”

he pulled the trigger.

everyone in the house heard the gun go off and goes to the basement. stopping as they heard hyunjins sobs, they see him on his knees, holding your bloody body and cries into your hair.

chan goes to hyunjin and pats him on the back. “you finally did it hwang”

as hyunjin takes his seat during your funeral, he sees your family and y/f/n go up the stage. after each family member said what they had to say about you and your death, as well as your unborn baby, everybody was now crying their eyes out. “my sunshine. thank you for everyone you love feel happy and we are deeply happy that you were able to start your own business. with the past events, i shouldve came by and picked you up from work before i lost both you and our child. without your presence, nothing will bring a smile onto my face. i love you so much kwon y/n, and i hope you fly high with our baby girl”

lowering your casket down, everyone leaned on each other, crying after they realized the kwon y/n has suddenly passed for an unknown reason at a young age. hyunjin just leaned on a pole and cried. looking up in the sky, he see something that had a little smile form on his face.

‘you’ll be next, hwang’

hyunjin gets into reality and turns around to see who whispered to him. seeing nobody, hyunjins future is now crumbling.

END <3

tf is the end 🥴

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tamakeey · 4 years

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there are children present (pt. 2)

doctor! ushijima wakatoshi x doctor! reader

a/n: yeah, there’s probably gonna need to be a part three because I have a lot of ideas and it’s too much to put all into part two sorry :(( but lmk if you’re interested in part three :))

so it's been a little over a year since y/n has been working at the clinic

still as popular as ever with the children due to her caring and gentle nature

ushijima is still ushijima (the same tall, stoic face doctor that scares the children until they realize he’s nothing but a softie)

their feelings for each other: yeah they’re still growing bigger than atsumu’s ego (or at least cutting it close)

the two doctors: still as oblivious as ever, never noticing the subtle hints they throw at each other (it’s mainly y/n throwing the hints though, ushijima never catches them causing his red headed counterpart to slam his head against the wall

the nurse trio continue to pick on their assigned doctors for not making any big moves

and when their doctor refuse to reveal their feelings, what do they do?

of course they rant to one another about their struggles in bringing to two doctors, who were smart enough to graduate medical school and pass residency but cannot confess for the life of them, together

“I swear waiting for them to confess is like watching paint dry” -semi

“SEMI SEMI USHIJIMA REFUSES TO CONFESS AND I SWEAR IM GOING BALD FROM THE STRESS”-tendou

kawanishi truly believes that he may graduate with his nursing degree, pass his board exams, and get his license and a permanent position at the clinic before they can even mutter the words “I like you” to one another

their feelings are so obvious the receptionists, reon and yamagata has caught on and take every second they see two walk into work together to make comments on how cute of a couple they would be

it flusters y/n but ushijima keeps his stoic face and replies with “we’re just friends” (even though he’s blushing internally)

moral of the story is, their feelings are painfully obvious to everyone except the two doctors

so it’s another typical day in the pediatrics center

y/n typing away at her cubicle while semi and kawanishi complains about her lack of courage

“just confess to him please, it’s getting painful for all of us” kawanishi says bluntly while hitting his head against the cubicle wall, already knowing what the doctor was going to say

“no, he doesn’t like me that way, I don't know why you all keep insisting that he does” y/n replies with a semi mouthing the exact words she says after hearing everyday for the past six months

“do you not hear tendou screaming in distress everyday and screeching about how ushijima is as dumb as a brick” kawanishi asks

“I thought he was inferring to ushijima’s lack of social awareness, which is adorable but also very dangerous in this field” y/n replies

“how are you a doctor but you’re so dumb?” semi asks rhetorically

“do you tune out the half where tendou is complaining ushijima’s love life and how he has the chance for it but isn’t taking it. he even shouts your name in there most of the time, what’s not clicking?” kawanishi rants

“look I'm too nervous to make the first move with ushijima and I cannot read his emotional 100% of the time, so confessing is out of the question. now there’s a patient coming in five minutes and you two have to do your typical nurse routine before I go in so hop to it” y/n spews out

typical nurse routine in case it was unclear: take height and weight, check patients blood pressure and ears, and record their temperature and reason for being in the office and such

semi and kawanishi grumble as they sanitize their hands and walk out of the office area

y/n takes a deep breath and slouches down in her chair as she begins to think of the conversation she just had with her troublesome nurses

after a few minutes of contemplating their words, the two nurses return with the file report of the patient, signaling the female doctor’s need in the examination room

as y/n makes her way to the examination room, she runs into ushijima who came rushing into the pediatrics center

“what has you rushing?” y/n asks an exasperated ushijima

“I was almost late since I was coaching shirabu today but it went a little more overtime than how I originally planned the session. also, we spent a good time waiting for his friend to show up only to find out they had to take a raincheck because the kid has a doctor’s appointment today” ushijima replied

“oh I see, well I need to get to a patient right now but I'll catch up with you after” y/n says

ushijima gives her a nod and a pat on the head before rushing to the office to hopefully clock in on time

as y/n knocks on the door, she opens it to find a little boy with a bowl cut sitting on the examination table fiddling with his fingers

if bowl cut did not give it away, it’s our favorite rock lee look alike and if that didn’t help any it’s goshiki :)

the toddler look up upon hearing the door open up and begins visibly shaking because doctor visits are scary

“hello goshiki, my name is dr. y/l/n and I heard you’re not feeling the greatest today, wanna tell me what’s wrong” y/n asked the boy gently, crouching to his height

goshiki hesitates on answer and sits silently while mumbling too quietly for y/n to hear

“I'm sorry sweetie, I couldn’t hear you? could you speak up, I promise I won't hurt you. I’m here to help you feel healthy and strong again!” y/n explains, trying to get the poor frightened boy to open up

“my friend and I were playing volleyball the other day and when he served the ball, it hit my head really hard and everything went black” goshiki says

“I'm just worried if it he may have a concussion so I took him in” goshiki’s mother continues causing the doctor to nod and examine goshiki’s head

I see, so we are going to have to run a couple cognitive tests but from the looks of it, I think it may just be a bruise” y/n asserts causing the poor boy to shake at the word tests

“don’t worry, we do not need to do any shots or blood test. it’s just little memory things, unless you want an MRI scan to be 100% sure. but from what I see, I don’t believe it is a concussion” y/n continues

goshiki looks at his mom silently begging her not to make him take the scary test to which she replies that an MRI would not be necessary to goshiki’s relief

“well then goshiki, you ready to play some brain games. do your best!” y/n encourages the boy causing him to get fired up

because she had him at games

‘OKAY!” goshiki exclaims bouncing on the examination table

y/n begins to grab cards with little picture on them and handed them to goshiki to begin memorizing

she would test him after giving him 5 minutes to study the cards

little did she know, tendou decided that April fools would come early this year and decided to put a picture of ushijima within the cards

just for shits and giggles you know

tendou’s line of thinking you ask why not fluster y/n while she's caring for a patient, that would be hilarious

after five minutes of goshiki studying the cards, he hands them back to y/n

“okay goshiki, can you name at least five of the cards out of the ten that I gave you?” y/n asks, still unaware of the picture of the giant doctor

“blanket, bed, apple, chair, and penguin” goshiki recites

y/n looks at the first five cards to see goshiki had named them in order

“perfect, do you think you can do all ten?” y/n encourages

goshiki nods excitedly and continues

“bear, flower, water, ball, and ushijima” goshiki says, eyes sparkling at the last word

y/n visibly jumps, her cheeks turning red

“wait a minute, dr. ushijima is not one of the card options” y/n questions

“yes he was, his picture was the tenth card I studied” goshiki says innocently

y/n begins vigorously going through the cards she handed goshiki only to see the little bowl cut boy was correct

the tenth card was in fact a photo of the tall, stoic doctor

goddammit tendou y/n thinks in her head, knowing it was for sure his doing

“I'm impressed that you got all ten but how did you know that was dr. ushijima?” y/n asks curiously

need I remind you, y/n’s face is as red as tendou’s hair

“he's my favorite volleyball player in the whole entire world, I wanna be an ace just like him. I was going to play volleyball with him today but mommy said I have to go to the doctors” goshiki explains, his face visibly deflating when mentioning his missed opportunity

“I see, goshiki do you mind waiting in here for like 5 minutes for me. I need to print your papers to take home but my printer isn’t working in here?” y/n asks politely while goshiki nods

y/n takes her leave and makes her way to the office room where she sees ushijima looking at paperwork, sitting in his cubicle

“ushijima-san, can I borrow you for a few minutes?” y/n pops her head in his cubicle and politely asks him

ushijima nods while throwing his paperwork on his desk

“it’s a small world I swear. my current patient was the child you were supposed to coach today. he apparently is a huge fan of you and was super sad that he missed an opportunity to meet his idol” y/n explains

ushijima catching where y/n was going with his nodded and opened the office door for y/n, signaling her to lead the way to the patient’s room

“you don’t have a patient coming in soon do you?” y/n asks, concerned that she’s putting him off schedule

“I don't have a patient coming in for another hour, so it’s fine” ushijima replies

soon they make it in front of the examination room

of course the three troublemaking nurses are staring at them behind a wall thinking what’s going on for them to be going into a room together

I tried finding a reference picture but scary pictures popped up and now I'm scared but basically it’s like one head on top of another, if you can find it lmk I think I'm searching up the wrong thing

y/n knocks on the door to goshiki’s room and then walks in with ushijima following behind her, but he’s hidden by the curtain

“hi goshiki, there’s someone I would like you to meet” y/n says which ushijima took as a cue to come out from behind the curtain

when I tell you goshiki squealed, he screamed so loud, washijou could hear it from his office which was on the opposite side of the pediatrics center

receptionists yamagata and reon can hear him from their little windows

everyone in the waiting area heard it loud and clear, concerned for the child who they believed were screaming bloody murder

anyways after goshiki had his internal fanboy moment, he climbed off the examination table and ran up to ushijima, hugging his legs

“OMG ITS USHIJIMA, HE’S REALLY HERE. I LUB YOU” goshiki screaming, jumping up and down while holding onto ushijima’s khaki colored slacks

“pleasure to meet you goshiki, I heard you also love playing volleyball” ushijima answered

“YES I LOVE VOLLEYBALL, I HOPE TO BE AN ACE JUST LIKE YOU” goshiki exclaims waving his little arms all over the place

ushijima chuckles and y/n swears she’s never heard anything more melodic in her life

“I’m glad I inspire you to be a better volleyball player. I hope you will be able to make it to shirabu’s next volleyball lesson, I look forward to working with you” ushijima replies

“YES SIR” goshiki said bowing repeatedly

ushijima approaches goshiki’s mother to begin working out a schedule fit for goshiki

all while y/n continues to stare at his face with a fond look

suddenly, she feels a tug on her scrub bottoms and looks down to find goshiki looking up at her with a questioning look on his face

“Dr. y/l/n, do you love ushijima-kun?” goshiki asked innocently while tilting his head to the side

this caused the female doctor to turn a bright shade of red and attempt to deny it to the best of her capabilities

waving hands

repeatedly saying no

what you think of, she probably tried it to convince baby goshiki that she had no feelings for the volleyball-playing doctor

“why are you so red dr. y/ln?” goshiki asks causing ushijima to turn around and look at her worriedly

he begins walking over to y/n and places his hand on her forehead to check for her temperature

“are you alright? are you sick perhaps? maybe you should take the rest of the day off and rest” ushijima speaks to the poor doctor who turns even redder by the minute

“no no I am perfectly fine, it’s just that I’m overheating in my white coat, nothing else” y/n responds waving her hands in fast motion

ushijima chose not to question it but goshiki could tell she was lying

I mean who gets hot in a hospital, when it’s the middle of winter

“c’mon goshiki, we have to go. we don’t want to miss your playdate with shirabu now do we?” goshiki’s mother breaks the tense air

hearing his best friend’s name, he shook out of his thoughts and nodded quickly

“dr. ushijima, is it too much to ask for your autograph?” goshiki asks

ushijima turns to the kid and nods as if saying “I don’t mind”

ushijima takes a piece of paper out of the functioning printer and grabs a pen from the cup placed near the computer

he signs the paper, writing a little note for the baby mushroom boy

he hands it to goshiki and as he reads it, he squeals

to my number 1 fan, thank you for your support :)

goshiki grabs his mother’s hand leaving the examination room, waving to the two doctors

not missing ushijima staring at y/n’s smile as she waves happily back to goshiki

“are you sure you’re feeling well y/l/n?” ushijima asks

“I am perfectly fine, thank you for checking up on me” y/n responds

they stare fondly at each other and begin leaning towards one another before a certain red head barges in to tell ushijima that his patient is here

“USHI YOUR 2:30 IS HERE, OH SHOOT! TAKE YOUR TIME :)” tendou screams causing the two to break apart

just a side but semi and kawanishi definitely watched the whole thing, banging their head against the wall while cursing at the stupid red head

before anyone comes for me I love tendou but they’re mad he cockblocked

“I should go see my patient” ushijima says curtly, bowing at the female doctor and making his way to the examination room his patient is currently waiting in

y/n is fanning herself while thinking about the moment she had with the handsome doctor while her two nurses are cursing out the red head

“YOU COULD’VE WAITED LIKE FIVE MINUTES, WE WERE SO CLOSE TO ENDING OUR MISERY” -kawanishi

“TENDOU YOU IDIOT I HATE YOU” -semi

I don't usually do POV changes but THIS IS NO LONGER TAKING PLACE AT THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE BUT IT’S GOSHIKI AND SHIRABU’S PLAYDATE

goshiki makes his way into shirabu’s house

he bows at shirabu’s mother before making his way to his best friend’s room

“SHIRABU, I MET USHIJIMA TODAY!!” goshiki screams

“asahi (god), can you please keep it down” shirabu responds

goshiki then explains what went down in the doctor’s office while shirabu listens intently, ears perking up at the mentions of goshiki’s female physician

“wait, what did your doctor look like” shirabu asks poking goshiki’s tummy with one of his taped fingers

goshiki goes on to explain her appearance and shirabu can suddenly picture her due to...

“oh my asahi, ushijima has her picture as his phone wallpaper and he’s always staring at it during our volleyball lessons” shirabu says to goshiki

“that’s funny because when he walked into the examination room, dr. y/l/n kept staring at him and always turned red whenever he was mentioned. do you think they’re like best friends?” goshiki asks

“no you idiot, they like each other” shirabu says, hitting his forehead at his best friend’s stupidity

“but dr. y/l/n said she doesn’t like him like that” goshiki responds

“but why would she tell her secrets, especially to some kid she just met goshiki” shirabu says, internally questioning his friendship with his fellow bowl cut mate

after arguing about it back and forth, shirabu ended their verbal dispute by throwing a volleyball nearby and effectively hitting goshiki in the forehead

pls stop the goshiki abuse, just praise the poor boy :((

“okay, forget about this arguing. but goshiki I think you know what we have to do” shirabu said smiling deviously, gears turning in his small mind

thus the children begin plotting operation: you should have come to volleyball lessons

a/n 2: hello!! ik it’s been awhile but I’m currently having to deal with getting ready for college so there’s a lot of meetings, stress, and getting all my paper work in. the updates will be kind of slow because I want to make sure all the updates are decent in length but also has a good story line and written well (it’s probably still pretty bad but I'm trying my best) but thank you for your continuous support and I hope you're enjoying the series so far :)) <33

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima imagine #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq scenarios

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holicanth · 3 years

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Joy and Union

Day 2 of Shinoweek 2021 - Winter, Friends/Family

Words: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, friendship, FRIENDSHIP!!!

Warnings: Self-hate, suicidal thoughts.

Tags: Shinohina, Hinata’s worries and fears. Kiba acts like a clown, Team 8, Team 8 is chaotic and share one braincell.

Author’s Note: This is a onehsot. Wanted to make something light to counter the absolute shitstorm im about to make tomorrow :”v Hope you like it :D

Summary: A simple task—to tail a group of chuunin-level gangsters who had been extorting money from one of Konoha's poorer regions. The group was interested in the mining industry of the area, but have tried to take the compound with illegitimate force.

An insect user has to be able to adapt to all forms of weather, using chakra to regulate body temperature and balance at all times.

It takes a while for Shino to master this technique, but now he uses it almost automatically.

The reason being his persistence to use cloaks and the like in the heat of summer.

Shino knows that there is nothing wrong with his skin. It isn't scarred, tan, or even rough. The Aburames are all born with extremely regenerartive skin, but Shino fears the disgust reflected on his comrades when they see bugs dig out a hole from inside him

(He used to be more blatant with it, reveling in their shock. But Shino learns that this has left him more alienated than accepted)

So in summer months he would cover up with loose robes, with enough ventilation to help his bugs move freely. Of course, Shino prefers the warm embrace of sunlight, but he finds that the winter months can be more comfortable than they seem.

It was during a reconnaissance mission, dead winter, and Team 8 was assigned to a small village to Konoha's North.

A simple task—to tail a group of chuunin-level gangsters who had been extorting money from one of Konoha's poorer regions. The group was interested in the mining industry of the area, but have tried to take the compound with illegitimate force.

Kiba and Akamaru left to chase after the gang leader, while Shino and Hinata were to guard and uphold the mine from other assailants.

It was a quiet morning. The villagers were scared (as they should be) and have decided to hide themselves in their homes. Shino's bugs were less effective during winter, but enough to ward unsuspecting intruders.

Meanwhile Hinata was observing all around with her Byakugan. She has been up for a few long hours.

Shino is not a fool. He notices the pattern that Hinata's behavior takes during missions. To do her best. To never give up. To prove that she is worthy of something. Even if it pushes her over the brink. He’s always hated the way she thinks so poorly of herself, as if she deserved all the discomfort that comes from being a shinobi. He understands the feeling well, though.

"You know that you can leave this to me, right?" Shino muses next to her, "Rest, Hinata. You'll overwork yourself."

Hinata deactivates her Byakugan, lightly rubbing her eyes in an attempt to release strain

"B-But your bugs can't move much during winter, Shino-kun. You need extra chakra to regulate their temperatures." She glances at him, worry apparent on her voice. "You’ve saved me from their attack before. I don’t think you should move much…”

The aforementioned gang was comprised of a compilation of rouge ninja from all sorts of villages. They have a particularly bad reputation within poorer villages but are in esteemed positions in Sunagakure. They’re particularly dangerous for their rejection of manipulation of Suna politics. Not only that, they have weapon masters, innovators, and a single scientist who aid them in their operation.

The whole gang have been on the prowl for a long while, keeping themselves low for the last five years. Three months ago they’ve begun to act more hostile. Starting from a robbery in October to in a mining heist in December. An anonymous tip signaled that the whole gang are on the move, and going on extortion operations as a collective. This information went to the Hokage’s office, who then decided that the elite of the Konoha 9 were to deal with the issue. ‘They’re probably pissed that Gaara’s kazekage now’, Tsunade mentions.

A series of sneezes distracted Shino's thoughts back to Hinata.

Without thinking, Shino had automatically gave Hinata his coat. Winter is harsh towards insect-users, but Shino thinks he can handle this. Of course he can, after everything Hinata has done for the mission.

"Aren't you cold Shino-kun?"

They had a scuffle before, in which one of them surprised them with a Fire-style jutsu, resulting in the loss of 40% of Shino’s kikaichu. Kiba had been fast enough to dodge, but Hinata had to be shielded by Shino. Luckily, both of them were left unscathed. Leaving Hinata to her guilt and her disappointment.

"No, I'm fine. I'll be on guard now, you've done enough, Hinata."

Hinata has always felt lacking. Even if she excelled physically to her teammates, even when she's the de facto taijutsu master in her team. She was always too kind, they'd say. She's too forgiving. From the very beginning, Hinata has left Kiba and Shino to do the dirty work for her. Murdering a team of genins during the Chuunin exams was just the beginning of it.

And Hinata doesn't reject this. She was truly grateful that she didn't play an active part in these deeds.

(And all the while she weeps in regret.

She believed that Shinobi are meant to protect those precious to them.

She never thought that a Shinobi would do such immoral things.

But she never grew out of this mindset, either.)

Years has passed, and they've all grown into more mature, well-adjusted shinobis. She thinks about how to apologize to them. How to reverse the horrible things they've done in her stead. A shinobi is, ultimately, someone who protect those who are important to them. This is what she had trained so hard for. To protect and nurture. The idea of having to harm others in the name of protection—she detests it with her whole being.

Sometimes she thinks,

That if she dies, the souls of those her team has taken would be put at peace.

"It will be fine, Hinata. Don't worry, I can handle this amount of cold." Shino says, as he turned his back on her, facing to step outside the cave.

The Kikaichu were not fully recovered. Should another ambush take place, there was a high chance that Shino would be injured.

(Something in her urges her to rebel against his words. She didn't want it to continue like this—to have Kiba and Shino go out of their way for her.

Especially Shino.)

In a sudden fit, her hands clamped themselves around the boy.

She has always known that Shino was tall, but now that she's close to him did she realize how different their heights are. Hinata notices too that Shino was not as skinny as she thought he was, but she hadn't noticed rhe boy's confusion.

"Hinata what-"

Her ears were red.

"I'm sorry, Shi-Shino-kun, I..I was--"

Panic. She had to find an excuse immediately.

"I-I just think that you're warm Shino," she blushes, looking to the side "You're good at regulating your body temperarure so..."

If she could turn back time Hinata wishes that she could pull herself out of this situation. How silly of her. Hinata makes sure that she was always careful in every action--something she learned from her family the hard way--but she's found herself becoming clumsier than ever.

A trait she inherited from Kiba she supposed,

But this was not time to reminisce.

She has yet to release her hold. She thinks that she shouldn't. Her mouth doesn't form the words that she wants, and she's left speechless with the rush of emotions that gobble her. Her heart tears with a feeling of sorrow. Was she going to be left behind? She despises the way that her sincerity gets in the way of her job.

(Shino Aburame was not someone skittish. Had it been anyone else he'd have felt a bit odd, resistant even, but the fact that it was Hinata eases his mind.)

He doesn't bother her clutching on to him like this. But he doesn't immediately welcome the hug either. The idea of skinship was something he choose not to familiarize with, as people were always quick to avoid his advances, anyways.

(Shino had always been isolating himself against his peers. He strives so hard to be level-headed. He tries his best to do well in class. But none of that made him any more likable--with all the bugs and unfriendly demeanor.)

It started with a slight tap on the back, to one arm wrapped around her, and finally Shino eases himself enough to reciprocate the hug. Their eyes met. Somewhere, somehow, a strong feeling of compassion gripped him. In an instant, he felt an innate understanding rush to his head, as if he was absorbing all of Hinata’s emotions as they hugged.

(Silence fell still on them—the serenity of the scene filling them with an odd elation. Hinata’s mind was previously occupied with dark thoughts, but now she can think of nothing but the winter and Shino’s warmth.)

A lucid, fuzzy feeling overtakes Hinata. Her arms hugged tighter and she smiles into Shino's chest. At first, she was afraid that he'd jump out of her grip. Afraid that, like her family, Shino would have downright rejected any affectionate gesture.

(And the thought terrified her to death. The idea of being separated from her teammates. Separated from her home.)

Shino was pleasantly surprised at himself, too. How simple it was to connect with someone—how easy it had been for Hinata to break his walls. For the first time in a while, Shino feels the joy of having a genuine union with someone, and God did he crave for it so badly.

(Try as he might, but he has always lingered nearby her. Like a moth to a flame.

It felt so natural for Shino, yet his own insecurities had lead him to stubbornly reject all attempts of friendship)

They stayed like that for a minute. And that minute soon grew into half an hour. And just like that, Akamaru comes barking while dragging a group of chuunins tied by rope.

Both of them had known that the gang was strong, feared even. What they didn’t expect was Kiba to be so fast in tracking them down, defeating them single-handedly, and bringing them back to the village. He was always feisty and feral from the beginning, but Kiba really changes when someone hurts his teammates.

"Gee, look who's getting nice and cozy while I do all the work for us. I am so getting a day off after this..." Kiba mused, hauling the unconscious criminals to be taken by Akamaru to Kurenai.

"Kiba-kun! I'm... um... It's not like that..."

"Hinata thinks that I am a heater." Shino says, deadpan. "You can come near if you're cold, too."

Kiba processes Shino's words as his brain buffers. Shino? Allowing physical contact? It must be raining cats and dogs outside. Kiba was in disbelief but there was also a sense of pride in knowing that his teammate's ice cold facade had began to thaw.

Kiba had always been wary of Shino (In a good sense). He made sure not to overstep his boundaries after learning from several prank attempts that you can never escape Shino’s bugs, especially when he decides to use centipedes. Regardless, Kiba acknowledges his existence and understands that some people are a little bit more difficult to get by,

"Hmph. You think I'd need some warming up after all that chasing?" He pouts, looking to the side.

"Because you're fucking right!!" He yells as he tackles both of them to the snow, a cheeky grin lit on his face. Kiba’s brashness made both Hinata and Shino tumble into the snow. Now they’re all tired and not warm. Damn Kiba. His big idiot energy did not register the fact that snow is, indeed, cold.

"Kiba you stupid--now you've got us all cold!" Shino's remark gained light laughter from his teammates.

"That's right,” Kiba replies with a hearty laughter. Because we're going to the hot springs after this mission."

"Hot springs?" Hinata asked, turning to face Kiba "Where do we get the money for that? All the hot springs in the area are luxurious ones..."

Konoha’s northern side was known for it’s winter hot springs. A luxurious view of the mountains as you aid your body in the springs. The nearest one was renowned and popular among ninjas, claiming that the water had rejuvenating properties and could make one younger.

"That. Is something I can deal with." Kiba replies, in his leader-esque voice.

"And how would that be?" Shino is suspicious, but he seems to already know what Kiba is up to.

"You see...These criminals we're after are pretty bad, yeah? Extortion and all that. So when I wrang them up, I happen to find pouches of coins nearby."

There is a lot to be questioned from the word “happen to find”.

"Their pouches are awfully thick, stealing more profit than the ones they took from this village from God knows where. This is clearly our jackpot."

"Kiba-kun... I don't think that's allowed..."

"It is," He replies, sitting up, "We can return most of the money back, take a small fraction of it as added bonus. Don’t underestimate the Inuzuka’s Puppy Eyes Jutsu! Now, if we leave before they wake up, it’ll be in the bag!"

The three of them looked at each other. Nodded. And off they went, finishing affairs with the village chief and storming out of the village. This wasn't the first time Team 8 commited petty crimes, but getting away with it is part of a shinobi's skillset. Or so Kiba thinks.

Shino never thought winter could make him feel so giddy. He should have been freezing to death, especially when Hinata was borrowing his longcoat. But the andrenaline from Kiba's mischief was infectious, and he was unexpectedly more riled up than usual. Hinata too, was under the adrenaline rush.

If the old Shino saw him now, he’d berate him for being so loose. For willingly participate in childish mischief, during a mission, nonetheless. Oh, but Shino couldn’t care less for formalities that day! He’d brush the conduct as “misdemeanor due to injury” and sleep it off.

Shino finds that the winter months are more comfortable than they seem. Warm food, hot springs, and a good night's rest with your comrades. He wishes to meet many more winter months with his precious friends, together.

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that-one-gay-girl · 4 years

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Gone - Ch.2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 1434

Summary: Y/n is still struggling to adjust to her new life. Sam and Dean want to help but don’t know how. Sometimes it takes the hardest times to turn things around.

Warnings: medical talk, sad dean, fluff

Recap:

In the next moment the damn burst and all the emotions and pain you’d been pushing down breaks through. “I love you, and you are going to get through this Y/n.” He tells you stroking your hair holding you as you cry.

“Dean, I'm useless, I’ll never hunt again, I can’t even take a damn shower!” you cry out.

Dean holds back tears of his own as he responds. “I’ve got you, shh…I’ve got you baby”

Now:

It had been three weeks since Y/n came home from the hospital, she barely moved from the bed, refusing food, company, or help. Dean hated seeing you like this, but he also hated himself for not being able to help you. He hated that he couldn’t prevent this from happening. She’s here, She’s alive he thinks to himself as he takes another swig of beer.

Sam had been researching physical therapists and trying to learn anything and everything to help you when you were ready for it. He felt the best way to help you was to know everything. He would sit in the war room, day and night doing everything he possibly can to help you. He just had to wait for you to ask.

Another 3 weeks went by and you still refused food, barely moving from the bed. Everything you’d ever known had changed. You were a different person, most likely never able to hunt again. Dean won’t want to be with someone broken like me, you think to yourself as tears fall down your face again.

The pain that you felt, radiated through your whole body. You wanted to ask for help, but the words never left your lips. You couldn’t let anyone see how weak you’d truly become. Pushing the covers off your body you're determined to make it to the bathroom by yourself.

As Dean and Sam sit in the war room doing research to help a hunter they hear a loud crash. They look at each other quickly before taking off towards your room. “Y/n!” Dean yells out as they run down the hall passing doors quickly before arriving at your closed one.

As Sam tries to open the door a heavy weight prevents him from doing so. “There's something blocking the door” Sam says quickly as he tries again just opening it an inch. Through the crack in the door dean can see your foot sticking out.

“Y/n!” Dean shouts worriedly as Sam carefully opens the door just enough to squeeze through. Once in the room he sees you laying on the floor, unconscious with blood running down your head.

“Dean! She's hurt!” Sam carefully maneuvers you into his arms carrying you to the bed, gently placing you down.

“What happened?!” Dean panics seeing the blood on your head.

“She was laying right in front of the door, unconscious.” He says concerned as your eyes start to flutter. A pained groan leaving your mouth. “Y/n, can you hear me?” Sam shakes you gently.

“Ow” you respond as your eyes finally open, seeing a worried Dean and Sam looking down at you

“What happened Y/n, why were you on the floor?” Dean questions you as Sam helps you sit up, leaving to get supplies to stitch your head.

Keeping your eyes cast down you avoid Dean's gaze, “I had to use the restroom, I just wanted to do something without your help. I’m so tired of being weak and useless!” you shout as your emotions take over. “I'm not the same person anymore. I understand if you and Sam want me to leave” you say wiping tears from your eyes.

“Y/n, where did you ever get an idea that we don’t want you here with us, with me? You are one of the best things that's ever come into my life and I would die before I let you go. I would do anything to protect you and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you from this. But me and Sammy, we are here for you. All you have to do is say the word and we will help you. You are so strong Y/n, one less leg won’t change that.” He replies as he wipes the remaining tears from your face kissing you softly.

“I need help, Dean” You respond hugging him tightly.

- 1 week later -

“Sam!” you yell from the library “Come help me reach this book gigantor!” you laugh as you spot Sam rounding the corner. Moving back on your crutches you point to the book you need.

“Doing research?” he asks as you both walk towards the table, Sam setting the book down for you.

“Yeah, Helping garth on a case and I need something to keep me occupied till I start physical therapy and get fitted for my prosthetic.” you respond sitting down and setting your crutches to the side.

“Well, I’m headed on a supply run. Deans in the shooting range if you need anything” he says.

Over the past week you’d been doing better, the boys have been helping you get moving again and you adjusted to using crutches. You refused to use the wheelchair determined to get back your strength. After talking to Dean and figuring everything out you were actually ready to get your life back on track.

The days passed quickly as your prosthetic fitting appointment was in just a few hours. You hoped with this leg it would get you back in the game.

“Alright, let's get this show on the road” Dean claps his hands together as he grabs your bag.

Grabbing your crutches you stand up walking out to the impala. Once Dean starts the engine and pulls out of the garage you're searching through the cassette tapes. “Black Sabbath?” you ask holding up the tape.

With a shake of his head Dean pulls out a cassette tape from his pocket “Something special” he says as he turns the volume up.

You can’t help but smile as the first lines of kansas’ ‘Carry on Wayward Son’ blasts through the speakers. You haven't felt this good in a while and there's no one else you’d rather have by your side.

As Dean pulls into the parking lot you turn down the music, suddenly nervous.

“Ready to kick ass?” Dean asks

Taking a deep breath you look at him, nodding “Let’s do this.”

After waiting for about 15 minutes you're called back into a room with your prosthetist.

“Hi Y/n, I’m Danny and i’ll be working with you over the next several months. Now, this will be a process but I don’t want you to worry or get overwhelmed. We will take this one step at a time and if you ever feel uncomfortable or want a new prosthetist that can be arranged. Do you have any questions before I start?” He asks you

“How long does all this stuff take?” you question

“Well today I’ll just be doing your initial exam making sure you are healing on the right track and once your surgeon has also signed off we can get started on the casting process. You will come in about every two weeks and once we get your prosthetic you’ll start on the physical therapy side. This process can take from 6 months to a year. But every patient is different. I want to go ahead and start your exam, can I touch your leg?” he asks you

Nodding you look away as he pulls up your pant leg examining the stump.

“Your leg looks great, swelling is practically gone, the incision has healed nicely. I’d like to discuss what your life activities looked like before the amputation and some goals you have for the future, so we can figure out what will work best for you.” he rolls the cloth shrinker back onto the stump.

“Very active, went on lots of hikes, running usual stuff. I still want to be able to do all that now” you respond.

Two hours later you walk out to the waiting room with Danny, Dean stands up as Danny holds his hand out “You must be Dean, Im Danny i’ll be Y/n’s Prosthetist”

“Nice to meet you Danny” Dean shakes his hand

“Im sure y’all are ready to get outta here so I’ll see you in two weeks Y/n.”

“See you then” you respond as Dean and you walk back to the impala

As you get into the impala Deans stomach rumbles loudly. “Burgers and pie” he asks you with a smirk.

“Burgers and pie” you smile.

Chapter 3

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queenmendes · 5 years

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things are changing | pt 1

shawn x reader x connor

Summary: you are Shawn’s best friend and on tour with him but how will things change after he starts dating Camilla? Lucky for you, a certain videographer is your shoulder to lean on.

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: wow, so a lot of you enjoyed the sneak peek I posted! Thank you all for the love on it and I hope you enjoy the first part of this! Let me know what you think! I was going to write so much more but decided to do a small little series instead Xxxx p.s I think I spelled her name wrong but i don’t really give a fuc ✌🏼

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“Sorry, maybe next time.”

“I’m with Camilla.”

“Actually, I have plans with Camilla later.”

Those were a few of the many excuses you have heard since you rejoined Shawn on tour. Shawn has been your best friends since birth practically. Your parents were close so naturally, you two became friends early in life. Since the beginning of his singing career, you have been there. Flying out to see him as much as possible to waking up at 2 am to help him through his anxiety, to even enduring many late nights in the studios, despite having no musical talent, because he wanted your opinion. Shawn was your shoulder to cry on; the one you had movie marathons with every time he came home. The one that helped you study for exams, despite not knowing what any of it meant. Shawn was one of your people. It’s always been him, you and Brain.

But things have changed since you came back on tour. His constantly hectic schedule wasn’t the problem. Shawn was caught up in his new relationship and was leaving you behind. You weren’t necessarily jealous or envious, but it hurt that he didn’t seem try and find time for you, his best friend. It hurt even worse that he didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. Someone else did though. Since Shawn was constantly busy, Connor has taken it upon himself to fill the gap.

“I don’t know how you do this every day.” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder as you helped him edit the new footage from the past previous shows. Well you say help, but really you just made comments on everything he did to mess with him. His video was amazing; he truly was talents with a camera. Currently, you two in his hotel room in Miami before the show.

“Trust me, this is the worst part.” Connor said, eyes glazed over from staring at the computer screen for too long. His stunning blue eyes still bright as ever though. You stood up and flopped down on the bed, that was next to the desk Connor was working at. “Hey, hey. We don’t rest until we finish.” Connor stood by the bed now.

“But, I’m sleepy. And technically, this isn’t my job, so there is no ‘we’. ” You tease. Connor raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, is that so?” Before you could say anything else, his fingers attacked your sides, sending you into a fit of loud laughter. Despite your attempts, he did not stop tickling you. The only thing that saved you was the knock on the door that echo throughout the room. “You got lucky.” He smiles before walking over to answer; you took the chance to wipe the tears from your eyes and catch you breathe. The smile bright and big on your lips, however.

“Hey man. It’s time to go to the arena.” Brian said at the door. Connor nodded and the two walked further into the room. “What did I just walk into?” Brian smirked at your currently place on the bed. Your hair and clothes were disheveled from trying to get out of Connor’s attack.

“Shut up.” You pushed the red head playfully as you stood up, straighten out your clothes and smooth your hair. “He decided to attack me.” Connor gasped in horror.

“I would never do such a thing.” His hand on his chest, a fake insulted expression on his face. Brian rolled his eyes at the banter between you two but smiled. It was good to see you laughing again; he knew how much it affected you that Shawn wasn’t hangout with you.

“Hey, no one has seen Y/N in hours. Do you guys know where she is?” Shawn frantically walked into the room. The singer paused, sighing in relief at the sight of you. “Thank god. Where have you been?”

“With Connor. I was helping him edit his footage.” You said, and the playful mood changed into something more serious when you saw the way Shawn eyed Connor.

“Oh please, all you did was eat my candy and question my decisions.” Connor teased you. You stuck your tongue out at him, like the child you are. Shawn just stiffly stood there.

“Well, we need to leave to the arena.” Shawn said after a moment of just staring. You awkwardly nodded, grabbing your bag from the chair as Connor got what he needed. Brian silently watching the exchange, as Shawn left without another word.

“Hey, don’t think too much about it.” Brian whispered to you, as the three of you followed the tall, curly head. Your expression reminded him of a kicked puppy as you stared after your best friend. Nodding and placing a smile on your face, Brian wrapped his arm around your shoulder as walked to the elevator where some of the team was waiting.

Connor winking at you when you made eye contact, causing you to make a goofy face back. The two of you laugh lightly as the elevator doors opened; neither noticing the Shawn’s envious eyes watching.

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The next day was a free day in Miami. A bunch of the team decided they wanted to spend the day at the beach, and you were completely fine with a relaxation day. A knock sounded throughout the hotel room you were in.

“Open up, open up.” Brian repeatedly banged on the door. You rolled your eyes at his impatience’s but still let him in. “Finally. Come on, I am starving. I’m withering away as we speak.” Brian dramatics were amusing.

“I only wish to be as dramatic as you one day.” You mocked but grabbed the bag on the chair and walked out the door with him following.

“Not possible. I’ve been perfecting it all my life.” Brian played along as you stopped by Shawn’s room, to see if he wanted to eat with you. You knocked on the door, much more gently than Brian did previous. It only took a few seconds before the door swung open, and there stood the tall rockstar. He smiled at you, which you returned.

“We’re getting food before we head out with everyone else. Wanna come with?” You asked cheerfully. Shawn didn’t answer, staring at you instead; the happy, bright look in your eyes made you glow, and look absolutely stunning. “Shawn?” You asked, knocking him out of his trance.

“Uh, sorry, what?” Shawn asked, glaring at Brian, who gave him a knowing look.

“Do you want to go eat with us?” You asked again, your tone hopeful. Shawn gave a small, regretful smile.

“Oh, I’m actually going to eat with Camilla.” Shawn confessed, his heart hurting at the look of disappointment on your face. You tried your best to conceal it though, but he knew you too well. You just nodded.

“Next time, man.” Brian said. “We’ll see you at the beach.” The red head led you down the hall, where Connor was just coming out of his room. Shawn watched longingly as your face brighten when the LA native hugged you. An unfamiliar feeling filled his body at the thought of someone else making you smile like that; someone that wasn’t him.

“Hey, actually, I can raincheck with Camilla.” Shawn said, rushing down the hall to joining the small group. He already knew this was going to piss Camilla off, but he didn’t care once he saw how your eyes gleamed of happiness at him joining.

“Are you sure?” You politely asked, not wanting to make him feel obligated. Shawn had never been surer of anything.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Shawn smiled a million-dollar smile, before grabbing your hand and leading you into the elevator. Shawn and Connor made eye contact; the normal,friendly banter between them was gone. May the best man win.

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treatiseongrace · 4 years

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Welcome to my brain... injury

I need to write this out apparently. Memorial day weekend 2020: my patient kicked me in the neck/head. I am a nurse on a traumatic brain injury unit; I am not unaccustomed to violent patients. In all fairness, I was trying to take his belt away after another staff member "lowered" him to the floor. However, he kind of started it by trying to smack me with said belt. I don't blame the guy. He has a severe traumatic brain injury and was very confused, experiencing paranoia. Nevertheless, he kicked me..hard..with work boots on. This detail throws everyone off and I frequently get asked:

Well why was he wearing work boots?

The answer is because I work in an acute rehabilitation hospital. We pick up the pieces after the initial hospital/ICU stay and try to reassemble these people back together as best we can. It's a team effort: doctors, nurses, physical therapists, occupational therapists, speech therapist, psychologists. We dress these people in their own clothes and get them used to their new normals. They spend a significant amount of time outaide of their hospital rooms and gyms and treatment rooms with other patients. They need clothes on, not hospital gowns and socks. They really need to be in solid shoes. Shoes tell alot about a person I have found. Socioeconomic status, lifestyle, and personality can be hinted at when looking at someones shoes. I don't know this patient's work history but since these were the only shoes he had at the hospital, he probably wore them everyday.

The entire scene was a fiasco of epic proportion. But in all honesty, I didn't even feel the kick. The only reason I knew I had been struck was because I had the sensation of the air being knocked out of my throat. I actually turned to my coworker after the patient had been calmed (i.e. IM injected with a heavy sedative) and asked him if the patient hit me. It all happened so fast it didn't seem real.

Yes he hit you...hard.

Fuck. Which ironically was the exact word I had yelled into the phone at the covering physician when I saw a belt flying towards me out of my peripheral vision.

I felt my neck. No bumps or pain but I did feel stiff. I wondered when it was going to start to hurt.

I worked the final 2 hours of my 12 hour shift. Apparently, taking a moment to send out a snapchat to some select friends. I stayed an extra 30 mins overtime trying to chart everything and also fill out an incident report. The neck pain was settling in. Luckily, the weekend supervisor actually witnessed the entire event. We laughed about the craziness of the day.

The headache and neckpain really hit (no pun intended) when I got home. I resolved to call out the next day if I woke up in pain. I was surprised to wake up in the morning feeling perfectly fine. I guess I just needed to sleep! The headache gradually returned throughout the day and I took up the supervisors offer to leave at 3pm. I just needed to rest. I was totally drained. After taking a shower thinking that would loosen my tight neck muscles, I felt the room start to spin and the nausea set in. Of course I call another nurse, one who had worked at my hospital for 30 years. She yelled at me for going to work at all and told me to call work and tell them what was going on. It was loving and I knew thats what I had to do; I just needed someone to tell me that. They told me to go to the ER.

My dad picked me up. He made jokes the whole time and kept easedropping on the patient next door who kept screaming for someone to call "Big Eddy." Shoutout to ER nurses, because she was a handfull.

However, the B team was apparently running the ER that night because no one caught the concussion. They said it was a headache from neck spasm and sent me home with a muscle relaxer and advil. I slept the whole next day. The photophobia and dizziness became unignorable so I went to the occupational health office and saw a nurse practitioner. She skillfully performed a neuro exam and said without a doubt I had a concussion.

Also, did you drive yourself here?

I had. I could tell she was both scared and kind of impressed. I like to believe we had a moment of acknowledging each others "tough badass nurse" personalities. Her diagnosing what those ER docs missed and me pushing through a mild traumatic brain injury. But honestly, thinking back now, she probably thought I was nuts. I, the brain injury nurse, didn't diagnose my own concussion? No, I was in denial. I was an invincible force who juggled 4 to 6 patients with severe injuries for 12+ hours. I was a ringleader in the 3 ring circus of acute rehab. I was an unstoppable 27 year old who kicked ass at being a nurse. One little kick was not going to take me down. Except it did.

Was really excited to catch the nystagmus in my right eye on camera. Well, excited and terrified.

This is really just the beginning of the story. It has now been 3 months since my concussion and I am still not back at work. I have been to many physical, occupational, and speech therapy sessions. I have a new appreciation for what my TBI patients go through. I have gotten a small taste of their world. It fucking blows.

To be continued.

#nurse #concussion #post concussion syndrome #nursing #tw violence #brain injury

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butterbeeryuta · 4 years

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donghyuck as your boyfriend

oh my mcfucking god im sorry but lmAO you better have some patience in you

because i'm a sucker for college aus, we're going to base this headcanon on that cause i said so

it's your second year in college studying history cause it's the best subject in the world (yes i am biased what about it) and you were at the library taking those aesthetic af notes on 17-18th century russia. your highlighters were everywhere, your looseleaf papers were scattered, but you just wanted to get the whole peter the great (co-tsar of russia from 1682, and became THE tsar of russia by 1696) stuff done so you could go home and snack on chips and watch the good place

'holy shit you're doing a lot wow'

who tf??

you looked up, only to see lee donghyuck aka haechan the loud and mischevious and pretty guy of the campus, surprised at your condensed notes and arguably intense method of studying

'uhH, yeah. i guess i am?'

and donghyuck, being the nosy ass sunshine he is, decides to sit with you and just watch you do your shit in pure astonishment cause lmao tf are notes

'so you're the student professor x talks about,,, no wonder why. y/n right?'

uhhHhhhH

UHHHHHH

'yes, and you're lee donghyuck?'

'glad to know my work and effort is recognised by the school body' and you have no idea how to respond to that so you just keep writing cause,,,, that's what you were going to do anyway

thing is, donghyuck knows you. he's seen you a lot in creative writing, always with the best supplies and neatly taking down notes. he's not even like that himself, but he finds it so attractive esp coming from you. he doesnt think it's a kink, and he prays to whatever gods out there that it isn't a kink— but studious you does shit to his heart

i don't think i mentioned this, but you're study partners with jeno and renjun who also takes european history and anthropology which hyuck is unaware of, but you also didn't know that you're study group lives with donghyuck and lives a fucking chaotic life.

kneeways, donghyuck was just watching you take notes, and after about 15 minutes when you realised he wasn't moving, you stopped writing and looked up at him again.

'is there anything i could help you with? you've been watching me take notes for —'

'do you want to go on a date with me?'

'ok why you cutting me of— wait what now?'

what??? just??? happened???

haechan, my dear, you two JUST MET

'we literally just met 30 minutes ago' you said, looking at him with the most confused expression

'well yeah, but if we date, we can get to know each other better'

well, you still said no

'well then, i guess i'm going to keep coming back to this library until you say yes' and lee forking donghyuck leaves like that.

you didn't believe him. what idiot would go back to you just for a yes on a date

yeah the idiot's haechan

you were once having a study session with renjun and jeno, and haechan just so happens to see the three of you having an intense discussion on who was a better leader of russia: peter the great or catherine the great

injunnie immediately notices his friend and said, 'who tf allowed you in a library??'

then this is where you interrupted: 'oh? ya'll know each other?'

haechan is confused.

you're confused.

evergone is confused.

jeno then explains how he and renjun, along with jaemin and chenle amd jisung are dorm mates with haechan; whereas you explained to haechan that the 2 boys were your study buddies, amd you told the boys how haechan was the 'library creep that keeps asking me out'

'SO YOURE THE LIBRARY CREEP?' - huang renjun, 2k19

'WAIT SO Y/N IS THE HOT ACADEMIC?? really hyuck???' lee jeno, 2k19

'god you call me the library creep? that hurts my bronchioles' haechan says

idk it felt right to say that

kneeways, now that ya'll apparently have common friends, ya'll hang out more aside from studyinh like: having lunch, playing bowling, karaoke, dinner, amd etc. it was nice overall.

maybe like 6-7 months later, haechan still visits you in the library and sits close to you while you were concentrated on whatever tf you were doing. he doesnt really ask you out much as before, but his feelings did grow for you.

there was one time where you all watched the live action of aladdin and you started singing along to the songs— and haechan found that adorable.

and there was another time where you got into a heated historical debate with renjun and even if haechan understood nothing, he was just amazed at you (even if you were very close to biting renjun's head off)

jaemin realises how whipped donghyuck is getting for you, and he's also amused at this point

NOW, exams were coming up and that means,,, YOURE MAKING STUDY PACKS YEYYYYY

so here you are, at the library, writing a lot hoping whatever is on paper would go in your brain

and you did it for hours

and hours.

and just like any other day, hyuck visits you— but it was so visible you're tired.

'you alright?' he asks and you sorta just,,, threw your highlighter at him

'fuck this hyuck i'm going to flunk the exams, why do i even bother making such extensive notes....' and you just went on for a solid 7 minutes but

he still listens to you. he still looks at you with admiration like

the fuck?

and you just noticed how even at your rambling state, he still listens to you and you start crying like get a fucking grip hoe

hyuck is confused and he starts panicking cause he doesnt know what to do and he sorta goes over to you and hugs you in a very awkward way (i hope ya'll get what i mean)

AND YOU'RE DONE you're sobbing hoW can you not have noticed someone cares for you this much

it sorta hits you all at once; he stays with you everyday after lessons so you can complete your notes, he's always there even during study sessions with renjun and jeno, he's there when you need someone to hang out with on the weekends— he's always there for you

'i don't really know how to help people calm down with their feelings cause I can barely control mine but, I think you should go home and rest a bit, the stress probably got into you and—'

'yes'

'so let me help you pac— yes what?'

'yes, i'll go out with you'

*cue your face snuggling in his chest*

HYUCK DIED SKDJAKDKSKDKS

haechan? sorry he died 0.3 seconds ago

he smiles,,, a LoT AND he just holds you tighter, rubbing your back

'well, at least i won't have to go to this boring ass library anymore'

'HEY'

a/n: UWUUUUUUUU!!! okay lmao i've been making study packs recently for mocks (and yes it's for history) and ig that inspired me for this. if ya'll one day see me post a whole post on 17-18th century russia as well as authoritarian states (china and germany) please ignore me cause that's probably just me reviewing. anD if you're interested, i'll gladly share my note-taking styles and stuff so yeS i am THAT person. hope all of you have a great day ❤️

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #donghyuck #haechan #taeyong #johnny #renjun #chenle #jisung #jaemin #jeno #mark #yuta #taeil #jaehyun #doyoung #jungwoo #fluff #headcanon

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cybernightwanderer · 4 years

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Asking help from my mother in anything goes like this : ( Also social security in Portugal are the new “ Loan Sharks ?“ )

So our goverment is doing a witch hunt on people who took medical leaves this year. I took 1 month and a half of medical leave because i suddently stopped walking, and the recovery was , and still is a mess, and i still havent had treatment because it got canceled due to Codv, i literally just have pain killers, that im allergic to half. But nonetheless i got back to work ( as you know from previous posts i am a cook) , after 2 months on in and out. I went to the medical avaluation first month and they said it was not justified for me to be on medical leave, so they cut it. Blah blah i went to work early, started having even more problems, started not being able to walk again and so on. Basicly very complicated fight with the social security deparment. Because they kept saying i was lying and that i was good to work. Even tho i went to the hospital a few times, sick of the medication or because i couldnt walk again. And mostly because i could even barely stand while working even with 8 pain killers that they gave me. Few months in April they told me to send ALL the medical documents. And the funny thing is, the medical documents are a fucking joke, for example i was taken to the hospital because i couldnt walk, and was in excrucial pain, yet somehow the ER doctors noted that “ i was ok , not in great pain “ , yet i was literally paralized in my leggs from the pain, and crying in pain non stop everytime someone moved me the slightest. Moving forward. they thanked me for sending all the documents and said they would let me know. Ok so they sent me a new letter this week threatning me , to send new documents because they werent enough. That the documents i sent didnt justify ENOUGH. I mean....it had back exams, legg exams, medical treatments that went consistently wrong, the hospital documents regarding my ambulance , and my ER trips ( NOT ONE TRIP , BUT MULTIPLE ), my doctors document saying i had starters of another back hernia, and my legg liggaments were inflated and damaged. I mean, THATS NOT ENOUGH? ok So i kindly sent an email asking, what was missing. So now i have to ask my doctor to make a timeline detailed document regarding the situation. But for no reason because the Social Security will and just wants to force me to pay it all back, probably because they r short on money in this lay off season , i dont know. And me being the socialy anxious and panicking over this situation i asked my mom to call our family doctor to write a new report because his was a little BLANT apparently. Even tho at the time i asked him to make it very detailed, yet my mom kept yelling at me to shut up and not to waste the doctors time and because it made no sense to make a detailed report. However maybe now she clearly sees that was not the case and that i was right that time. So yesteday she said she would call this morning, ok all good. I woke up , she called me over to the living room, and the conversation went like: Mom calls me over tells me its abou the doctor call. Me - So you called the doctor? Mom - No, you have to ask the doctor for medicine or complain about your back or something, you cant show up just asking for a document. Me - No, why would i ask medicine if i dont need, and he is our family doctor i can just---- interrupted me with an loud and agressive tone. Mom - you cant do that the doctor wont see you , thats wasting his time, thats not how you do things blah blah blah. ( i mean he is a family doctor, and this is just as important as medicine?? im being scammed and harrassed by Social Security?!! ) Me - No you say that you need medicine to the entry registration not the doctor, you have to be honest to the doctor, and its a social security matter, he will know its important, legal shit is important. - she interrupts me again but yelling this time.

And i straight up say : Stop being stupid. And she starts threatning me and blah blah blah. And tells me she wont call the doctor, and refused to help me. So i sayd “ ok “ and went to my room. First of all, its only the third time in my life that i ever call a name to my mom or “offend” her in any sort of way. The names i called my mom were : a monster ( one or two times loudly, but i do call her always in my mind, she beat me up or called me a piece of shit ) And the other it wasnt a name , i just told her i hated her. My mom, my whole living life as called me the fallowing multiple times across the years, some daily , some monthly : A Bitch. An ungratefull piece of shit. A piece of shit ( Also most used one ) Yelling in my face agressivly saying “ YOU ARE SHIT” ( never forgot this one , she did it for a whole month ) Dumb ( this is her most used one, specially when i was just a little child lol ) A lazy fuck ( when i started having depression and during my depression episodes , such as not being able to get out of bed and stuff ) Irresponsable ( because i dont have a second job, even tho i work 12 hours daily and leave home at 7 am and get back at 2/3 am ) Uselesss ( many many times ) And ofc many sub versions of these ones for specific ocasions. And i have been hearing these since i was in my 3/4 grade LOL, basicly a baby child. And now for the past hour has entered my room acting like a VICTIM, like shes an actual victim of abuse LOL And now is asking if i called the doctor. BITCH I CANT CALL THE DOCTOR, my fucking crippling anxiety doesnt let me, thats why i asked you. FFS

So now im stuck, i need to call the doctor, but i cant... so im just panicking....

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agustd-png · 5 years

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Young K: Friday Night In (Part 6)

god im rlly just mentally dating younghyun now huh :/ anywho pls enjoy this next part of fni~ as with the rest of the series, this part coincides with the current time of the school year, and so this is for the end of the year. its more emotional than previous parts...hope u like it, friends!

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [PART 5] [PLAYLIST/PHOTO ALBUM]

-Peach

Younghyun x Fem Reader. Smut / Fluff / Angst? idk. 4k

"So you finally done with your exams and everything, Y/N?" Younghyun's roommate asked you as he handed you a soda.

"Yes, God, finally," you replied with an eyeroll. It wasn't the easiest finals week you'd ever had, that was for sure. The days dragged by and kept you busy, and you, Younghyun, and your friends had spent what time you did have together studying in silence. You were so glad to be done with them, and envied Younghyun and his roommates. They were graduating in a few days, so they never had to deal with exams ever again if they wanted. You still had one year left of school and pouted to yourself at the thought. Not that you hated school so much. You enjoyed the campus, having freedom away from home, having your friends within walking distance...and having your boyfriend just a couple buildings away was certainly nice as well.

"Same, I don't know if I have the energy to look at another textbook," Younghyun agreed, swinging his arm over the back of the couch so it stretched across your shoulders.

"I can't believe graduation's so close already," his roommate noted. Yeah, graduation...you were so excited for Younghyun, and incredibly proud of him, but you knew how much you were going to miss him too. Things were still up in the air job-wise, so you didn't know how far apart you and he would have to be after he left campus. You silently picked at the tab on the can of soda, lost in your thoughts, and Younghyun seemed to notice, his thumb rubbing your shoulder soothingly. You jumped, startled, when a loud buzz came from Younghyun's roommate's phone vibrating on the table in front of you. He snatched it up and quickly unlocked it, then got up and grabbed his bag off his desk.

"That's her, I gotta go, see ya Younghyun! Good to see you, Y/N!" he waved with a smile as he left and you replied politely. You really did like Younghyun's roommates, and you also knew Younghyun chose to live with both of them, and he would never choose to live with anyone shitty.

You and Younghyun sat together for a bit, continuing to watch TV and talk about this and that. He held your hand and you played with his fingers while you talked. He pulled you in for a kiss, and you reciprocated with a content little sigh.

"Oh! Hey, I wanna tell you something. Come here," he said suddenly, sounding a bit excited and pulling you in to sit on his lap. He kissed you once more when you straddled him, a light sigh leaving him before he pulled away to talk.

"Okay, so...you know how I applied for some jobs here, and some out of the city?"

You nodded carefully, not really sure what he was going to say next. "You applied to some out of state too..." you noted.

"Right, so, I got a couple replies...one company that's about an hour away asked if I could interview next week."

Your eyes lit up in excitement for him and the opportunity. "Oh my gosh that's so great, Younghyun!" You fell forward and hugged him tightly.

"But I told them no."

"What?" You pulled back to look him in the eyes, not sure what you were expecting to see in them. But he seemed happy, calm, which confused you even more. "You told them no? Why?"

"Because I already accepted a position." Younghyun smiled comfortingly and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"You did?? What? When? Why didn't you tell me?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips. "I got that one I interviewed for last week. Here. Fifteen minutes away."

Your mouth gaped happily, not really sure what to say. "I--You're--So you're staying here?"

He nodded briefly and his smile widened, happy to see that you were happy too. You pulled him in and kissed him deeply, relieved you wouldn't have to deal with a long-distance relationship. You weren't sure if you were strong enough to do that just yet. But then you remembered something else you'd been afraid of. You pulled back again. "Okay wait, I know we talked about this, but still...You're not settling, right? You're not just taking whatever you can find here just for me, right?"

Younghyun cleared his throat, the sound confident and clear. He looked you right in the eyes and grabbed both your hands to hold in his. "Listen Y/N. First of all: no. I'm not settling just so I can stay here with you. It really is a great opportunity. Second of all: would that be so bad if I did?"

"Yes it would, because you shouldn't give anything up or settle just for me!"

"What does that mean? 'Just for you'? As if you're 'just' anything in my life."

"You know what I mean Younghyun," you sighed, a light slap to his chest frustratingly. You knew couples who did that, who gave up opportunities to stay together, and it was the wrong decision nearly every time. Couples who, intentionally or no, built their whole worlds around each other. It put unnecessary pressure on each other and often became a domino effect that was a strain on their relationship at best. "What if something...happens?" You didn't want to think about it, but realistically, breaking up was a possibility. And you didn't want to limit yourselves in case something like that were to ever happen. Where would you be then?

"...Do you want something to happen?" he asked smally, looking down at both of your hands just as you now were.

"No, of course not, Younghyun. I can't imagine my life without you...but...still..."

Younghyun silently kept his head down, his thumb tracing around the ring he'd gifted you that you wore constantly. "Y/N, I know you're scared. That's okay. We're still young, and people change. But...I want to be with you through all of the changes." Your heart was racing now and you felt tears welling in your eyes. "And I know that you didn't want to see it this way, but when I bought you this ring, I saw it as a promise to you. I gave it to you because I wanted you to know that I'll always want to be with you. And I wanted you to look down every day and see that and remember it. I still feel that way."

You understood what he meant, and subconsciously you knew it all along and loved him even more for it. You didn't really believe anything could pull you apart, but he was right. You were scared. And with you still in school for another year and Younghyun graduating and going out into the "real world", you were worried you might get left behind. You knew he wouldn't do that on purpose, but you were just unsure of what the future would bring and were insecure. You grasped his hands tighter and closed your eyes, then felt a tear betray you, breaking through your lids and rolling down your cheek, so you kept your head down.

"I swear, I'm taking a good opportunity, Y/N. I know you're thinking of me and what I need, and I'm trying to think of both of us. I think you're thinking too much about how you need me, but I need you too. And this is the right decision. Trust me." He pulled your chin up and swiped at the drying tear that was perched on your cheek. Your heart ached at the way he looked at you, his eyes again so full of love just like always, and you couldn't help but put your trust into him completely, something you could never really get yourself to do before. He smiled brightly at you once again, as he could tell you were warming up to what he was saying and you were more on the same page now. He let go of your hands and cradled your face in both his palms, leaning in to kiss you fully and chastely.

"I love you," you mumbled quietly against his lips, and that made him smile against yours.

"Obviously I love you too."

You pulled back a bit and curved your hands over his shoulders. "Have you thought about where you're gonna live?"

You wanted to keep talking, but also neither of you wanted to stop kissing, so you kept your heads close and he replied between kisses. "Yeah, I think...I've got some saved up for that...and I think I can afford an apartment on my own at those lofts down...down the street."

"Hmmm an apartment of your own?" you giggled, twisting your fingers in his hair and imagining all the opportunities for alone time you'd have if he had a place of his own.

"Mhmm..." Younghyun smirked knowingly and buried his face in your neck to kiss along your throat, then yanked at your shirt to get to your collarbones.

Suddenly you heard the door open and your eyelids snapped open. You both whipped your heads to see Younghyun's other roommate walk into the living room. "Oh shit, sorry!"

"I told you she was coming over man, come on!" Younghyun whined, and you shifted uncomfortably in his lap, dropping your hands back to his shoulders and chewing on your lip.

His roommate quickly grabbed his keys and spun back around to face the door. "Sorry, sorry, just needed my keys! I'm out!" He opened the door and stepped out into the hall. "Sorry, Y/N! Please don't hurt me!" he called back before closing the door behind him. Though you were embarrassed, you couldn't help but giggle, and Younghyun kicked his head back and sighed heavily.

"Yeah, it'd be nice if you had your own place," you noted with a laugh.

"I will," he said determinedly, then let his hands creep back around your hips.

At least now both of his roommates were definitely gone for awhile. You leaned in to pull him closer and get his mind off his roommates and back to you; he was right on the same page, leaning off the back of the couch to bring his lips back to yours quickly and fiercely and his hands around your waist and the back of your neck. After making you nearly breathless, he pulled back and took a second to take in

"Love those guys, but if I had my own place, I could do this whenever you wanted," he said with a mischievous smirk, bringing his hand up to his mouth. He held your gaze as he laved his tongue lasciviously over his fingers, the sight driving a shiver up your spine, then brought his hand down between your legs, snaking it under your skirt and into your panties to your slit that was getting wetter by the second. You gasped when he brought his hand up to your clit and circled languidly, little jolts that felt like sparks hitting you here and there and making you shiver. "You should wear skirts more often," he teased, his lips still stretched into a playful smirk, clearly grateful with how easily he could do what he wanted, what he knew you liked.

Younghyun pushed up his middle finger so it alone was stroking along your clit, and you sighed your satisfaction into his mouth, his tongue coming out to push against yours. Your mind wandered absentmindedly again to Younghyun having his own apartment...his words about how you could do what you wanted, the time alone you could have together...your hips rocked a little against his fingers, your body starting to relax contently. You felt yourself getting more and more soaked by the second, his fingers now revealing lewd squelching sounds that made his cock twitch in his pants.

"Baby...you're so warm and wet..."

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks, and tightened your arms around his neck, securely holding his lips to yours. You imagined his cock in the place of his fingers, no doubt the same thought in his mind, and groaned with another rock of your hips. As much as you were enjoying him fingering you, you suddenly wanted more, so you reached a hand down to pull at his wrist. Younghyun made a small questioning sound, but pulled back and removed his hand from you as you wished. You didn't want him to think you weren't enjoying what he'd been doing (quite the contrary), it's just that with finals, it'd been a little while since you'd had the opportunity to properly be together..."I just kinda really need to have your dick in me like...now," you giggled, and he chuckled with you. He was certainly hard enough now to make that happen, and pulled his hand the rest of the way from under your skirt. He brought his now slick fingers up to your lips, gently touching your bottom lip with a playful smirk on his again. You smiled briefly, then held his wrist as you wrapped your lips around two of his warm fingers, tasting yourself, curling your tongue around them just as he liked, clenching at the nearly inaudible "fuck" he subconsciously let out. You sucked his fingers clean and slowly pulled them out from between your lips.

You quickly pulled his lips back to yours and sighed contently at the way he strongly grabbed your hips. Younghyun scooted the two of you to the edge of the couch then stood up with a grunt, wrapping your legs around his waist and not breaking the kiss. Luckily it was a short walk to his bed and you quickly were on your back on his mattress. He untangled himself from your limbs and climbed into the bed next to you, immediately back at your lips again. Neither of you had the strength today to be parted for very long it seemed. You were quick to make the first move this time, pushing him onto his back so he fell back into his pillows with a soft "oof" and another chuckle. "Anxious, baby?" he teased as you clambered onto him to straddle his lap.

"You have no idea," you answered, the soaked state of your panties backing your sentiments. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling his muscles through his thin T-shirt.

"Maybe you should take these off first," he noted, his fingers trailing under your skirt again to snap the waistband of your panties.

"Good point. You do this," you ordered, patting the elastic of his sweatpants, then purposely letting your fingers run over his hard-on as you pulled your hand away. You climbed to his side to slide your panties from under your skirt and tossed them off the bed, quite sure you wouldn't be needing them for awhile, then dragging your skirt off as well. You couldn't help yourself; you leaned down to kiss him while he undressed, pushing his pants down his legs then breaking the kiss to yank his shirt over his head. Once he had those off, he pulled you back onto his lap, dragging your now bare pussy over his length, only the fabric of his boxer briefs between you. You felt how hard he was, heard how much he wanted you too through the low whines and groans that rumbled in his chest. Younghyun's mouth broke from yours to hungrily attach to your jaw and neck, his hands coming up to grope your breasts through your shirt. You whimpered and needily rutted your hips against his, desperately rubbing your clit along his length. "Fuck," he cursed again as he felt you rub against his tip just right. His hands flew down to push at his underwear, and you helped him hastily kick them off. Your skin flushed when you finally had your hand wrapped around his cock, but you wasted no time and grabbed the condom off his dresser, rolling it down his length as quickly yet carefully as you could manage, then lined him up with your entrance. You held him steady as you pushed onto it, both of you watching and subconsciously holding your breaths while your bodies joined for the first time in awhile. You held securely onto his shoulders and met his gaze as you sat back and felt him fill you completely. Younghyun's lips parted and eyes fluttered closed into the sweet, hot face you loved to see paint his features. You smiled to yourself, but soon felt your own face comfort similarly.

"God, you look so good," he moaned, sitting up under you to kiss you messily. You stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your walls fully encompassing his cock, his lips moving hungrily on yours. Only for a moment though, as neither of your bodies could stand much more. Younghyun grasped your hips securely and helped you raise them then fall back down. Then again. And again. You both moaned loudly, somewhat forgetting just how deeply he could reach inside you with this position, how hard gravity could bring you down onto him without you even trying, and loving every bit of it.

You moved more confidently, moving your hips faster and harder against his, his cock giving you that familiar feeling of fullness, him giving you that familiar feeling of completeness. "Fuck, baby, you're so good..." he groaned, then let himself fall back onto his back with a sigh, kicking his head back into the pillows and crossing his arms behind his head. That fueled you on despite the extra strength it took to ride him; you wanted to keep seeing that fucked out face he had, you wanted to burn it into your memory.

But you did get tired. You couldn't help that either. You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, then sat down fully on his cock and furrowed your brows at the fullness, then rocked your his forward and back, feeling his dick rubbing all sides of your walls deliciously, and you heard a series of loud moans, soon realizing they were coming from your own mouth. You peered down at Younghyun and smiled when you saw him looking sweetly up at your face. You leaned down to press your lips gently to his, the moment suddenly soft and romantic. Younghyun's hands came up to cup your face, then traveled down your neck, over your shoulders, and pulled at the straps of your bra. You shrugged out of the straps, and sighed against his lips when Younghyun cupped your breasts, kneading them carefully. His touch was gentle, his fingers soft and caressing, and you could feel yourself falling for him even further somehow. You noted how perfectly you fit together in every way, and it made your head spin in disbelief.

You felt the pleasure you'd been feeling build begin to come to a head, knowing it wouldn't take much longer for you to be pushed over the edge. "I'm getting close, Younghyun..."

"Really?" he asked, sounding almost surprised. Perhaps like you he hadn't realized just how much time had passed. You truly didn't know how long it had been, you just knew you were close to your climax and didn't want him to stop for anything at the moment.

"Mhm..."

Younghyun pulled his lips away from yours and laid his head back against his pillow, holding your hips securely as he fucked up into you harder with a grunt, trying his best to get you over the edge first. Your eyes closed as you focused on how amazing he felt, how your pussy clenched around him involuntarily. Your breathing became labored and your fingers scraped down his chest as you tried to just let yourself go, and your plan worked. You tumbled over the edge with another loud moan, and Younghyun grabbed your hands to squeeze, probably to keep you from completely scratching up his chest. You took the opportunity and squeezed his strong hands tightly, stilling on him for a bit, and realizing you'd been repeatedly saying his name under your breath as you came. You could feel your pussy clenching and the juices dripping down your thighs, and now it was his turn to groan.

"I love hearing you say my name like that," he told you with a soft smile. He leaned up to kiss your cheeks, then down to lightly brush his lips over the skin of your collarbones and chest, all the while having his dick lodged inside you, unmoving but hard as ever.

"Okay..." You started with a hard swallow. "I'm good. Keep going."

Younghyun smirked and started fucking up into you progressively faster and harder, and you noticed the way his eyes rolled back a little as he let them close. You loved the way he squirmed under you, hardly able to keep himself under control when he was so close to his own release. You moved yourself a bit, but mostly just let him do the work, doing what he wanted to get off. "Baby, I'm...I--" his eyes squeezed tighter shut and with a deep throaty groan he came, hands squeezing your sides hard and hips up as far as he could manage to get as far into you as he could. You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came into the condom, then he collapsed under you with a heavy, exhausted sigh.

You had time to catch your breath already, so you had the time to admire how nice he looked all fucked out and his chest heaving, a sight you never got sick of. You let the tips of your fingers push through the hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead, and smiled down at him and his pretty, hooded eyes that sparkled back at you. A tired grin spread across his lips, and he pushed on your back to bring you in. You eagerly did as he wanted, leaning your head down to kiss those soft, slightly chapped lips you loved. He pulled out and you helped him get rid of the condom, then you were back in his arms.

"Cutie," you said, giving his nose a little peck. Your hands trailed up his chest and you leaned you head down to rest on his shoulder.

"That was...very nice," he said, huffing out a chuckle. His chest shook under you, causing a smile to spread across your face.

"Hmm yes I enjoyed it," you said, mirroring his somewhat stiff wording teasingly. You turned your head up to kiss his chin and settled back on his shoulder, your hand on his opposite side resting on his chest. You listened to his heart beating under you, hearing it become more slowed and calm. You also felt one of his hands come up to brush over your back with a feather-light touch while his other held you safely against him. Younghyun kissed the top of your head and you stayed together like that, content, for who knows how long. You were having an awfully difficult time keeping up with time today; you were simply too absorbed in Younghyun to notice.

After a bit, though you were happy, you unfortunately couldn't escape your mind and its insecurities forever. You knew after this week, after his graduation, a new chapter of your life would start together, with new challenges and opportunities, and your brain was already betraying you and coming up with all sorts of things that could go wrong for the two of you. But you were happy, you knew things could work out and you tried to tell yourself that...you found yourself again arguing with your own thoughts. Younghyun seemed to notice the way you began shifting uncomfortably on him, and he knew you well enough to guess why. He stopped moving his hand, instead flattening it against your back, strong and soothing, and kissed your forehead, keeping his lips there for a few seconds. "I'm not going to let anything happen to us, Y/N."

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