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any update on megumi’s grief? no rush to answer or anything just curious. love your work!!<3
Hiii, just waiting for my last final exam to pass, which is next week, before I can put it all out there. Tysm for reading, hope you’re doing great, anon! ♡
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we couldn't save your husband's life. I'm sorry. During the surgery, we tried our best. But, his organs suffered a great deal of damage which ultimately lead to organ failure. I'm sorry."
"Megumi suffered from a major head trauma. We managed to treat the other complications but his pupils does not respond to light stimuli... the patient doesn't react to pain either. I'm sorry but these are all signs of brain death. I'm afraid your son won't last long."
In one whole day, everything was taken away from her. And the world was merciless about it, the time continued to pass while her life took a pause. Her tears fell once more as she remembered the phrases she couldn't believe she would hear. Her eyes were immobile, though, as she continued to stare into space.
Preparing her son's bento box was now a day that would never come and preparing a funeral was now a day that was here.
Leaning onto her husband was now of yesterday's dream and tomorrow's longing.
She sobbed uncontrollably while her hand covered her face. She didn't bother with the stares she knew she was getting. She had a bigger enemy and it was the future. The future without the family she built with Toji.
What was she supposed to do now? She didn't know but her feet acted on their own accord and pushed against the ground to stand up with one destination in mind-- the hospital's rooftop.
It was impulsive. But what was the point living life when her life was taken away from her?
The elevator took way too long for her liking so, she took the stairs. It didn't matter how limitless the stair flights seemed... she wanted it to end soon. It didn't matter that her legs were begging for her to stop because her heart out-begged every single organ in her body. She wanted the growing pain to stop.
Joining her family would end it. Being with Megumi and Toji would take all of her sufferings now.
These thoughts fuelled her legs to walk faster, to move quickly so that she could join them. The adrenaline pushed her to use her arms and hauled herself up with the help of the railings. When she finally got to the door that led to the rooftop, she opened it with much force and planned to run towards the edge without stopping.
But before she could take one more step away from the door, a dagger was already pointed at her neck and an intimate familiarity of someone's voice shook her out of her reverie.
"You make it so easy for me to kill you, you know?"
How do you convince someone from the past not to kill you? Do you tell him that you're husband and wife? Would you tell him that you both have a child together? But what if he doesn't believe you?
These are the questions running through her mind as she seemingly gets a second chance in saving her family’s life. The odds of her success is an all time low when she gets dragged back to the past-- specifically that time where a dagger is pointed at her neck by her future husband.
tw: angst, violence, brief suicidal ideation, sexual themes (minors DNI)
Prompt: One act of kindness was all it took for him to realize he’s in love with you.
Pairing: MSBY boys x gn!reader
A/N: unedited and rushed, I know, but I needed to get this out of my system before I take off for final szn ಥ_ಥ
“Kou, hurry up and take your bento. You’re going to be late for practice!” you shouted at the man who was still in the confines of your room.
“Coming,” he yelled as he struggled to put on his sweatpants. He took his duffel bag and immediately made his way to the kitchen. He was greeted by the sight of you wearing the apron he gifted you as you worked your magic on the lunch boxes.
It was a normal sight for him. Eight months of being together in which the last two months consisted of him sleeping at your place was enough to get used to the domesticity you granted. You complained, of course, but Bokuto was a man with ruthless persistence-- he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. Reason why he got you too.
But Bokuto was used to you making two lunch boxes only so he was confused to see a green bento box he hasn’t seen before.
“Babe, are you seeing someone else other than me?” Bokuto wasn’t Bokuto without his dramatic speech.
“No.”
“Then, why are you making three?” he pouted. Your boyfriend will sulk regardless of the time of the day and now, at 6:00 AM in the morning, were one of the times he chose to mope.
“Who are they? Do they satisfy you like I do? Huh? I am stronger, I am the bestest, there’s no one that can possible be better than me,” there he goes with his litany. You rolled your eyes and pushed him away in front of the last box you were finishing up.
“Oh, now you’re pushing me,” he ‘guilt-tripped’ you. You chuckled and kissed his cheeks to somehow ease the nerves of the love of your life.
“Sorry, baby. Can you grab me those apple slices?” Bokuto then reached his arms to take the apples and slid it to you.
“Hmm, hope he’ll like it,” you muttered but Bokuto still heard.
“Aha, it’s a he,” he crossed his arms in front of you but you ignored it and just told him the story.
“I have this kid in class. Always goes to the bathroom or sleeps when it’s time for lunch. I talked to him yesterday and he said that his mom doesn’t have enough money to give him snacks for school. Kid only eats breakfast and dinner. And I just couldn’t stand seeing the poor kid hold his stomach as if he was preventing anyone from hearing how hungry he was. I gave him money yesterday but he refused so, I just figured I’ll make him a lunchbox. I’ll say the strongest and bestest person made it for him,” your heart broke remembering how the kid looked.
How he bit his lip as he stared at his classmates’ lunch then bowing his head to prevent the loud grumbles of his stomach. How his teary eyes looked at you when he told his story and how skinny he felt when he hugged you. You promised yourself you would help him the best way you knew how.
Bokuto stared at you in amazement. At this point, it felt like his feelings weren't mere infatuation anymore. It felt like the jar that contained his emotions were now overflowing and he knew it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. And he had been thinking about it for a couple of months now yet it was always blocked by the priorities he set in his life.
Now as he watched you finish up with a soft smile on your face, he realized he wouldn’t keep coming back to you if he wasn’t in love with you. Maybe he had already been feeling this way and he turned a blind eye because he felt underserving of your love. Bokuto discarded all of the negativity-- even if he wasn’t deserving, he will work hard to deserve you.
And his feelings now resembled spring-- his love and acceptance bloomed like the flowers and leaves. Although, he was still unsure of the mutuality, he was ready to embrace the warmth and occasional coldness. And as the sun continued to shine more, his feelings will follow suit to shower you with the love he had been keeping.
He went closer to you and hugged your frame. He couldn’t explain the fullness of his heart, freshness of his mind and how at peace his whole body was. He planted a kiss on your temples and said those three words for the first time ever, “I love you.”
“Babe, delivery!” Atsumu called out to you from the living room. You were in his room, tidying up the clothes he needed for training. It wasn’t your job, really, but you wanted to do it for him anyway. There were things that Atsumu couldn’t do and you loved it because that means you get to do it for him making Atsumu feel beyond grateful.
“Yeah, just a sec,” you replied, picking up the last pair of sock and putting it in his closet. You made your way into the living room and sanitized the products you bought.
“Didn’t know you’re still into childish stuff,” he teased you when you grabbed the colouring books and several wrapping papers and put it into the table in the living room.
“Dummy, it’s not for me,” you retorted. You grabbed the little papers you cut up and proceeded to write short messages.
Atsumu sat beside you and read the little messages you created,
‘I hope you enjoy’
‘Keep fighting’
‘Always here for you’
‘You’re doing great’
“Okay, did you magically and suddenly have kids when I was away?” he was confused. He really had no idea what these items and messages were for.
“Hmm. They’re for the sick children in the hospital. I know what it’s like to be exhausted as you continuously wait for an update from the doctors. I figured it’ll lift up their boredom or sadness, if they feel sad, through these books,” you smiled up at him, your eyes shining bright.
The way you talked about the people you don’t even know about and still giving them something baffled Atsumu. He didn’t think he could do that-- he didn’t think he’d ever come close to the kindness you constantly give to others. You were always so giving and caring and Atsumu really was dumb if he wasn’t going to try and keep you for himself forever.
“I love you,” he suddenly blurted. He couldn’t help it.
His confession felt like the summer breeze-- hot and heavy. But unlike its short timespan, he knew his feelings were here to stay. At that point, Atsumu knew it wasn't just lust anymore. His world was on fire with you and this newfound love was like gasoline serving as a fuel... creating an even bigger flame he wasn’t going to put out anytime soon.
Now, he viewed your relationship with so much passion. And now, he approached the idea of holding your hand without the intention of ever letting go.
I want a lover who calls me baby.
Sorry, you lost that right.
How ‘bout babe?
Overused.
Ou, I know. How ‘bout dixie normous?
Too long :((
You laughed at your boyfriend’s innocent nature. It’ll probably take a while before he gets it but not even five minutes later, he already sent 5 continuous replies, all with your name written on caps lock.
You’re so embarrassing. I’m going to take you back to your parents, we’re over (;｀O´)o
Then, you’ll really lose a lover (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
I’m going to pay for that privilege ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )
But I complimented your pp o(╥﹏╥)o
At the expense of my thin face.
Shut up, you and I both know your face is thick 〴⋋_⋌〵
Hmp, I’m home. Where are you? I need you to coddle my heart back to life.
Secret :)
Then, when are you coming home?
In about 10 minutes, they just needed to finish up.
They? Where are you even?
*You sent a picture*
Donating my hair today for my cancer patients :)
To Hinata, love felt like sending a text and receiving an immediate reply. The urgency and the excitement over continuous share of text messages was something Hinata always looked forward to-- even before you two got together. But at this moment, love felt like falling in love. He let his feelings ran free and be immersed in the surge of dopamine that was running through his system. He let the smile decorate his lips, he let his heart thump harder and he let himself freely love you... because you were worthy of all the love he can give.
With all the kindness and hardwork you consistently give your patients, there was nowhere for Hinata to go but be with you. And so it felt like autumn: Hinata’s favourite time of the year... now more than ever, because the falling leaves were finally in sync with his feelings. But the cold temperature also starts to rise yet it was okay, Hinata yearned for the cold. Maybe because it was an excuse for him to hold your hand inside his coat pocket. Maybe it really was an excuse because Shoyo found that you were not just a part of his day anymore, you were already a part of him.
He yearned for the cold because you and your warmth were already a part of him.
Hinata got into his car and drove to the salon you went to. When he got to the salon, you were surprised to see him and you were even more surprised to have his lips immediately planted on yours.
“I.. love you.”
Sakusa was so tired the night before that he fell asleep on the couch. So, he woke up to the sound of your humming and rustling of a variety of things he didn’t know. He opened his eyes and the sight of you sitting with your legs folded underneath greeted him. You were busy packing up different chips and towels to a box you took from the pile beside you.
He sat up making you look at him, “Hi, good morning.”
You stood up and planted a kiss on his cheeks then went back to your sitting position. Sakusa closed his eyes as contentment washed through him. He never let anyone inside his apartment yet you always made him do things that he hasn’t done before and that included living together.
It had been almost nine months and Sakusa may have acquired patience as strong as steel. You were everything opposite of him and he always had to stop and stare whenever you find yourself in an impossible mess. But you were a cute mess, he remembered the sight of you spilling your coffee when both of your eyes met the first time you saw each other.
“Please hand me those hygiene kits.”
“What are these for? You finally tired of being grimy?”
“You’re so mean, Omi! And I’m not dirty, I’m just messy,” you pouted.
“Hmm, looks like you still know your synonyms,” he retorted making you throw something at him when you realized the words that just left your mouth.
“Kidding aside, you remember I told you that I try to send care packages to soldiers abroad twice a year... it should be often but this will do for now,” as you gave him a smile.
It was seven in the morning and it still baffled your boyfriend on how you were able to be so jolly this early. Your hair was in a messy form but you looked unbothered in the clothes you stole from Sakusa’s closet. Even though Sakusa grumbled so much about his clothes, nothing can beat the bliss he feels whenever you were in one... especially when you wear it outside.
It felt very territorial and Sakusa was split between thinking if this behaviour was a good thing or not. But at those moments, he couldn’t care less because all that mattered was how cute and comfortable you looked in it.
Was your cuteness the trait that made Sakusa stand up and ask for your number after so many days that passed? Was it really that quality that despite his inhibitions, he chose to get to know you?
Maybe. But Sakusa saw your kindness first. And he continued to see that as days passed by.
He couldn’t help but be amazed at the different ways you show your kindness to others. Probably because he didn’t bother with showing one or maybe because he never received any. Sakusa was famous but people around him were only kind because he had a lot of connections. And even though he tried to deny, he resembled a harsh winter, one that was mercilessly cold and one that could bring unpleasantries.
But there was ought to be one good thing about winter and it was the warmth that people continuously seek for... and you were analogous to that warmth he had been craving for so long.
Sakusa stared at you for a moment, taking in the glowing vibe you radiated. He thought he was lucky, way too fortunate to find a home where he can feel all the fervour he desired. Then, he sat beside you and helped you with the packages. He also decided he would wake up early tomorrow.
And when tomorrow came, Sakusa stood in the kitchen, realizing he had never cooked before. But that one time he realized he truly was in love with you, he decided to show it by sending you his own love and care package.
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can u do a part two of this scenario where the boys regretting and want them back but it was too late bcs the reader already move on? :((( i've thought about this kind of plot before BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT IT'LL HURT THIS BAD UNTIL I READ YOUR SCENARIO AAA</3
anyway i just found your blog and i already falling in love with ur writing. you bokuto fic is sure hurt so bad but it's really well written! <3
A/N: so sweet, anon! tysm for your support~ also, here’s my attempt at part 2. hope that everyone inc. you and others who requested will like it <3
"Good afternoon, I would like to inform you that you have an outstanding balance of $50,000 that is still yet to be paid. I'm also calling in to let you know that there has been another purchase all amounting to $6,000. Please pay by the agreed deadline to prevent your account from freezing."
"I apologize. I will deal with the issue as soon as possible," his head ached. He hanged up the phone while massaging his temples. He sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and let his elbows take refuge on the granite.
He let out a sigh. He has been working himself hard but he knows he couldn't handle shouldering all the bills when there's no one to help him. He couldn't ask his partner. His partner knew nothing but to max his cards as if there was no limit. As if he doesn't have his own limits.
He heard the door open and let his eyes be greeted by the sight of shopping bags.
"Hey," his partner approached him and gave him a kiss but he turned his head away.
"The credit card company called. What did you buy that cost you $6,000 in one day? Do you even need it?" he tried hard to compose himself but he felt that his marriage life was being unfair so he was close to exploding.
"It's just a bag and a few clothes. Calm down," his spouse chuckled, still not feeling the gravity of the situation.
"Calm down? I am working my ass off 24/7 for us to have a comfortable life but that doesn't mean that you will abuse it," he raised his voice, the anger getting to him.
"Oh, excuse me? Wasn't this the life that you promised me? That I would have everything I wanted?" they retorted.
"You're unbelievable."
Suddenly, a memory came to him as fast and as harsh as the winter wind.
You screamed, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist, "this is expensive, I told you not to get me anything!"
"You know I love spoiling you and you should know, there are a lot more coming when we get married," he smiled at your tear-stricken face. You buried your head in his neck, the love you have for him increasing every minute.
"And I will make sure that you will never have to worry about anything," he continued, kissing your cheeks as he hugged you.
"No, I don't want that. I want a life where we share each other's happiness and burdens. With every hardship that you face, know that I'm never going to leave you. We will resolve our issues as a family. And no matter how lavish or so-so our life is going to be, it will be okay because I am with you. And being with you is where I always ever wanted to be."
Your word burned into his mind and his heart numbed. It was too late. Way too late for him to back out of a marriage he shouldn't have offered to the wrong person in the first place.
"I was wrong," he said. Nowadays, he has been thinking of you a lot. And right now, as he stood across the person he didn't know very well yet he married, he realized the mistake he had done. He didn't want to feel it but the regret was uncontainable inside of him.
"What do you mean by th-, hey! Where are you going?" his partner questioned him as he went straight to the door. His mind was running in circles. He didn’t know what to do but his feet wanted to take him to the place where your love sparked and grew.
Your cart bumped against someone. You would have ignored it if it wasn't for the large amount of force applied to it, as if it was done on purpose.
"You again?"
"Ooh, if it isn't the one who went to their ex's wedding," he teased.
"You really have to say that? That was two years ago," you rolled your eyes and proceeded to buy your coffee mate.
"Masochist much?"
"Meddler much?" you retorted at the guy you met at his wedding. When you were about to walk out that day, he bumped into you so hard you almost fell. After that, he followed you because apparently he needed to apologize multiple times.
"Can I score a date now?"
"Nope, I'm busy," you pushed your cart and went to the condiment aisle.
"Don't you need this?" he said as he took a soy sauce from the shelf.
"Not really."
"Oh, I thought this is where you're getting your saltiness from?" he snickered.
"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes once more while a small smile grazed your lips.
"How 'bout this? Your source of spiciness and hotness," he then pulled a sriracha bottle while he wiggled his eyebrows.
"You're so annoying," you couldn’t help the giggle that went out your lips. You pulled his tie towards you to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
"I missed you," he said when you retracted.
“I missed you,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you fell for this guy. He had an awful attitude and you didn’t like that. You always pushed him away but the guy seemed like he had a never-ending container of persistence.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Huh? Like what” your eyes blinked at his randomness.
“Like you want to french kiss me.”
You scoffed and hit his arm while he laughed continuously at your perplexed face. He always loved teasing you and making up for it after was the icing on the cake. Oh, and he loves biting you, too. His day wouldn't be complete without sinking his teeth onto the softness of your flesh.
"What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be back later?"
"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I like. And since my partner is out on a grocery spree, why not beg for some attention," he hugged you and swayed the both of you sideways.
"You're unbelieva-" you were cut off by a familiar sound. Your eyes moved away from your boyfriend to the man who stood eight feet away from you.
"Hey," you greeted him, not bothering to move away from your boyfriend's hold.
"Nice to see you again," he said as his eyes travelled along the arms wrapped around you.
What was he thinking? Did he really think that you couldn't move on from him? That you'd be running after him and waiting for him to come back? He was so stupid.
"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing the forlorn look on his face. He looked like he hasn’t slept for days, his eye bags and beard covered the handsome face you once knew.
"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to you?" he hoped, prayed desperately that you would let him but this was the start of his agony. He thought that with every broken promise he made, he deserved the accompanied jabbing pain to his chest. And this pain quickly spread to his body leaving him vulnerable.
Can you give him one more chance? He would do everything just so you can give him the time you used to freely waste on him before. And even if it takes a long time, he would wait just like you did for him.
"I'm sorry, now's not a good time. We have to pick up Miu but it was really nice seeing you again. You really got that marriage feel to you-,"
Your boyfriend cut you off, "What feel? The feel of emotional and physical exhaus-."
You jabbed your boyfriend by the waist making him whine. He was blunt as ever.
"Sorry about that.. we uh, we have to go, see you later," your ex looked like he wanted to stop you. But the glow you had on your eyes and the smile painted on your lips... he couldn't take it away. Not again. And you have a kid now.
So, he let you go for the second time around because he was a coward. He didn't deserve you, right from the start up 'til the end, he could never deserve you and the warmth you give. It was better for you to be with someone who would appreciate and love you like you should. And that person was already beside you. It was hard for him to say it but he was happy for you.
"What do you mean by picking up Miu? My brother doesn’t need to be fetched, he's 17 years old," your boyfriend was confused.
"I know, I just felt that... whatever he needed to say, he should've said it years ago. And even if he said it now, it wouldn't make a difference," you intertwined your hand with his.
"Because I’m more handsome?" you chuckled at his obliviousness to the weight of the situation.
"Because I have you now and that's all that matters."
Little did you know, your ex heard everything-- maybe you meant for him to hear it. He just didn't really expect to have his heart broken by you once again. As much as it felt wrong, he regretted letting you go. And he had to live with this mistake for the rest of his life.
Prompt: weddings make you cry and this one isn’t an exception
Pairing: multiple x gn!reader
TW: uhh angst
“With these eyes, I vow to see and appreciate your hardships and struggles. With this lips, I swear to offer vocal support especially in times where your lips can only produce a cry. With these hands, I promise to guide and support you… With this body, I can really promise to pleasure you regardless of the time,” you both laughed at his last sentence despite the tears that kept falling on to your cheeks.
“And with my heart, I vow to love you through the ups and downs and when you can’t love yourself anymore. I’ll be there to engulf you with mine until you’re ready to love yourself once more.”
You reminisced the vows he said to you that night. On your condo’s balcony where the night sky lit up because of the fireworks. You remembered being happy, being satisfied of the life you two built for yourselves.
You were ready to marry him. Build a family you dreamt of for years.
But he wasn’t.
He gave you his vows, his promise but you figured he didn’t have the courage and stance because if he did… you should have been the one that was standing there in front of him.
You didn’t want to interrogate him because it was over but your questions kept you up at night. Questions that up until now remained the same:
Why… couldn’t it be you?
Why was it that after 9 years of being together, you had to be desperate for a marriage you were never going to get yet here he stood… marrying someone he’s been with for two years.
Your eyes and his met, mirroring the same teary expression. But you both know it was for two different reasons.
You guessed you should leave now. You’ve successfully watched your ex live his dream happily while you were still a mess.
You left after greeting the newlyweds. Your head continued to look down so you didn’t notice someone who purposefully bumped himself into you. But you couldn’t be bothered… especially now that your heart still breaks upon the love of your life’s mere mention of your name.
Prompt: weddings make you cry and this one isn’t an exception
Pairing: multiple x gn!reader
TW: uhh angst
PART 2!!!
“With these eyes, I vow to see and appreciate your hardships and struggles. With this lips, I swear to offer vocal support especially in times where your lips can only produce a cry. With these hands, I promise to guide and support you… With this body, I can really promise to pleasure you regardless of the time,” you both laughed at his last sentence despite the tears that kept falling on to your cheeks.
“And with my heart, I vow to love you through the ups and downs and when you can’t love yourself anymore. I’ll be there to engulf you with mine until you’re ready to love yourself once more.”
You reminisced the vows he said to you that night. On your condo’s balcony where the night sky lit up because of the fireworks. You remembered being happy, being satisfied of the life you two built for yourselves.
You were ready to marry him. Build a family you dreamt of for years.
But he wasn’t.
He gave you his vows, his promise but you figured he didn’t have the courage and stance because if he did… you should have been the one that was standing there in front of him.
You didn’t want to interrogate him because it was over but your questions kept you up at night. Questions that up until now remained the same:
Why… couldn’t it be you?
Why was it that after 9 years of being together, you had to be desperate for a marriage you were never going to get yet here he stood… marrying someone he’s been with for two years.
Your eyes and his met, mirroring the same teary expression. But you both know it was for two different reasons.
You guessed you should leave now. You’ve successfully watched your ex live his dream happily while you were still a mess.
You left after greeting the newlyweds. Your head continued to look down so you didn’t notice someone who purposefully bumped himself into you. But you couldn't be bothered... especially now that your heart still breaks upon the love of your life’s mere mention of your name.
Hello! So I want to request Megumi Fushiguro having a crush on his step sister and he knows this is wrong but can’t help himself and accidentally tells her somehow but reader rejects him and she continues to avoid him for some days.
Megumi's Courage
TW: slight angst (sorry, I eat this genre 3x a day)
A/N: unedited! sorry this was late and rushed, anon. I really wasn't sure if this was what you had in mind but I'm wishing that it’s somehow close and also, hope you'll like it <3
The rain got harder as Megumi walked alone with tears he tried so hard to fight. Much like the feelings he attempted to fight. It was stupid, he should've known better but feelings bubble up and they explode when it becomes too much.
But, Megumi put up a good fight. He fought the smile about to slip in when he catches you laughing with your friends. He fought every single urge to hug you whenever you acted cutely around him. He fought every impulse of wanting to protect you from harm. Oh how he prevented himself from leaning in as he watched your drooping head when you were supposed to be studying... it was hard.
Trust me, Megumi did everything he could. He avoided you but you were persistent. He acted coldly around you but your warmth would always outweigh the freezing cage he casted on his heart.
And a person can only go so far with fighting and Megumi was human, too. He prepared himself, not only for the inevitable rejection but also the embarrassment he would carry for years to come.
"Why?" you were shocked. You couldn't meet his eyes and Megumi didn't try to fight his want to stare anymore. He let himself take in the beauty that you possessed and not even an ounce of regret surged through him. He was tired of fighting himself against you.
"You were just always there... Look, I don't expect anything. I just wanted you to know," Megumi bit his lip, eyes still not tired of appreciating your features. You really were beautiful, not just on the outside but you had all these internal qualities that made Megumi fall in love with you.
"But you're my brother... I'm sorry I- I didn't mean to uh," even with rejection, you were still so nice. Your eyes glossing with tears was enough to make Megumi weak.
"I don't want to be that," he shook his head. It was wrong. Very wrong. But why did it feel so right to have these feelings for you? The feelings you made him feel all felt so right.
Before Megumi can speak, you took your hand away from his hold. You didn't know what to feel so you ran. You ran until you couldn't see the devastated look on his face.
Days later, you couldn't face him, it's like ever since he confessed you started seeing your brother in a different light. Yes, he's cute but he's your brother. It may not be by blood but the two of you grew up together.
So, you avoided him whenever you see him. You avoided him to stop the little thumps your heart makes once he's around. But like I said, Megumi was tired of fighting so he was surrendering... only that now it was for an entirely different reason.
He grabbed your forearm and slightly leaned you against the school lockers with his head bowed down.
"Please don't avoid me," he pleaded, his lips a little bit dry but it still wasn't enough to make him look unattractive to you anymore.
"I'm sorry for what I said. Please just forget about it... I'm really sorry," he surrendered because he realized there was no way you could fight for him the same way he would fight for you.
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During one of their missions, Y/N was cursed with an unknown disease that feeds off of pain. Everything should be well because there's nothing more that she could ask for— she's got a supportive family, friends, and a loving boyfriend by her side. Unfortunately, her death is now next to possible as she watches her boyfriend, Megumi, fall for someone else.
TW: angst, foul language, NSFW content, violence
A/N: This story does not follow JJK’s timeline. Places, events, and more are going to be similar to the manga BUT the timeline will be different!
Status: on-hold (really want to finish all the editing and wip before posting everything)
Prompt: You drop by your high school reunion only to spend most of your time inside a classroom… with your high school sweetheart.
Pairing: Oikawa Tōru x f!reader
TW: 18+ nsfw // MINORS DNI
“Tōru, oh my god, here?” You tried to utter as he continued to drown your mouth with his kisses. His tongue wanted to be let in, never wanting to be tamed as it proceeded to dance with yours.
“Yeah or should we go?” he asked with a hoarse voice, his kisses then travelling to your neck and there he sketched a masterpiece filled with purple hued love bites.
“No, I-I can’t wait. Just hurry,” You wanted to deny him so badly… wanted to go some place comfortable but with the tension created in the classroom where you once shared your love weakened your resolve.
He moved away from you and knelt down to pull your panties. He lifted your skirt and held it with his hand, your left leg now on his shoulder. His kisses started on your knees and gradually made its way up to the inside of your thighs and he, once again, decorated it with love bites that you know took weeks to heal. You once had to give up on wearing a bikini for a beach getaway because of how bruised your thighs looked.
Afterwards, he gave you a slow teasing lick which made you nestle your hand on his hair. Your other hand landed on the wall to push your hips towards his hungry mouth. He licked the bud continuously and went further down to pay attention to the slit. His middle finger took action and pushed it inside you. His fingers were long, reached places your hands couldn’t so, you enjoyed the feeling very much. But you’re desperate for a release and you’ll do anything to get it.
“Just take me now,” You couldn’t take it anymore— it felt electrifying to have both of his mouth and finger on you. Especially in a public place. It felt shameless to do this with him. But for the second time around, you couldn’t stop.
He stood up, put your panties in his pocket as soon as he unbuckled his belt. He held his dick and moved his hands up and down before directing it against you.
“Can you keep it quiet for me? Just like before hmm,” he asked, showering your face with kisses.
He lifted your leg onto his elbows so you were properly stretched for him and with that, he nudged his tip up and down until it finally went into where it belonged.
The stretch of his member gave you feelings of both pain and pleasure. You couldn’t help but stand on your tip toes, just realizing that you pushed him deeper. Your eyes then landed on the moon, the only light shining through the windows and the only one to witness the second time you’ve done this.
“Tōru,” You whined when you felt his everything rub inside you.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he panted as he continued kissing your neck while he pushed himself in and out of you.
“Ahh,” you yelped when he hit your spot.
“Aaah, your spot,” he hummed, quickening his pace, force evident in every thrusts. You buried your face in his neck when you couldn’t contain the sensations he’s giving you.
Your centre felt very wet that you felt it dripping down your thighs while his two balls continued to harshly press up against the curve of your bum.
“Too deep, bab- ngh,” as you gripped his shirt. And he loved it, he always loved it so much whenever he saw you not being able to handle him. Not being able to take all of what he can give you, so he pushed until you can accept all of what he can provide.
“You used to take me so well back then, baby, in this very room and in this very spot, remember… you’re a big girl now… so, I know you can handle me.”
He moaned, “right, baby, hmm.”
You hung on to his shoulders when you felt the coldness of the walls every time he thrusted harder. One hand around the expanse of his back, one hand on his bicep.
But Oikawa will never be satisfied until he felt you crumbling so, he took your other leg and placed it on his elbows obtaining a loud moan from your lips. Both of your legs are now off the ground so he was free to pound into you deeper and harder the way he likes it. You clenched around his arousal, sweat dripping both off your backs and his sweet pounding took you to places.
“Shh baby,” he comforted, which was opposite of what he’s doing to your body. Now, he’s splitting you open without a care, pushing himself inside as if it’s his favourite place. He always made it a goal to leave you broken each time and you doubt now’s going to be any different despite going back out there where you still have to interact with your friends.
It’s like he doesn’t care that they know he’s fucked you silly from the way your knees are shaking and the little wet stains on your skirt. All he cares about is taking you and no reunion is going to stop that.
“Tōru, ah, someone’s coming,” you stuttered as your breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts.
His tip reached the deepest parts of your organ but that did not stop him from going easy. He pressed your body against the board and pushed himself faster. The lewd sounds coming from his hips hitting yours filled the room along with the wet sounds originating from his organ going in and out of you continued to fuel him.
You were close to hitting your climax when you heard the sound of footsteps getting closer.
“Tōru, we need to stop, someone’s coming, ah,” you gripped his neck tighter as he didn’t stop abusing that spot inside of you.
“Why are you clenching around me, then? Does this turn you on?” he smirked at you, slowing his thrusts at the expense of pushing himself deeper.
You let out an erotic moan and begged him to move, away from the small window on the door where people can peek. He laughed at you teasingly, “you could’ve begged me to stop but you’re just making me move spots.. For what? Hmm… to continue?”
You held your face in embarrassment. He was right, always. But you couldn’t care less, you needed it. He moved away from the door and sat on a chair, never pulling out of you.
“Ah,” you felt him even deeper now that you’re sitting on top of him. You dropped your feet to the ground and started bouncing yourself on top of him. A shiver went up your spine with each thrust, the emotions are getting overwhelming once more so you pushed his head towards your breasts where he took in a nipple from the outside of your shirt. He pulled you closer as he finished wrapping his arms around you.
“You’re a very dirty girl,” he said as you continued to ride him harder.
“Hold this with your mouth,” he lifted your shirt to your lips while his hands were on your skirt. He leaned down to continue sucking on your chest, leaving bites on every skin he touched his lips on.
With each rise, you yearn for him. With each fall, you desire him even more.
“Baby, faster,” he helped you move your hips up and down. Fast and hard to both of your liking. You caged his head with your arm, successfully pushing his head closer to your bouncing breasts.
“Fuck,” he cursed, making you moan loudly. He moved his hands to your bum, squeezing it hard before landing a smack inducing your loudness.
He laughed again, “you love that, you’re squeezing me very tight, you know that?”
“Babe, please, I’m close,” you said arching your back. The sight before him made him feral, your chest is exposed, your organ that’s taking his entirety right now continues to gush, making his legs damp with your wetness.
His arms made its way under your knees, he was ready to finish it, to blow his fill inside you, to let you feel what you’re doing to him but a conversation stopped you, “Ah but I’m so jealous, after all these years, they’re still together. I bet you Oikawa’s going to get tired of her eventually,” one of them said. You covered your lips when he moved.
“Yeah, I can tell Oikawa deserves more,” the other replied. You smirked at Tōru and swirled your hips against his.
“Right, what did he even see in that girl? I am prettier, maybe not as smart, but definitely prettier,” they chuckled before finally taking a leave.
“Yeah, Tōru, what did you see in me?” you teased him but he was pissed, he didn’t answer you. Instead, he stood up and pressed you against the wall once more and thrusted hard until the both of you came.
His fluid flowed down your thighs but instead of cleaning you up, he made you wear your panties. It was beyond dirty, his cum continued to be inside you but he pushed it inside with his finger.
“I see everything in you and that’s more than enough for me,” he leaned down to kiss you once more, helping you stand up properly due to your shaking legs.
The both of you went back with Oikawa’s hand around your waist. It didn’t escape everyone’s eyes how Oikawa was a little gentler with you but they also saw how your knees trembled.
“Really, even at our reunion, y’all really couldn’t wait?” Iwaizumi grumbled. Making Maki, Mattsun and of course, your husband, laugh while you covered your face in embarrassment.
“Of course, my wife deserves better ‘coz she’s the only one I want and the one I’ll never get tired of,” he boasted with a loud voice. You had a feeling he yelled that so that the two people who spoke badly of you would hear it. And they did, disappointment decorated their faces after.
At 10 in the evening, Oikawa stood up to say goodbye to everybody. He couldn’t wait to go and come towards the home you both created with your toddler.
You tried hard to ignore the pounding in your chest as you walked in to the apartment you share with your boyfriend.
You took in the sight of unfamiliar clothes lying on the floor along with Bokuto’s. Your heart begged that your senses were lying but they couldn't when all you could see were the strange movements of the couch and all you could hear were noises you were so familiar with.
You held the box tightly in your hand as you quietly prayed in your head. You prayed that it wasn’t what you think was happening and that you were just hallucinating. But you moved closer and saw Bokuto’s frame as he laid on top of someone. He was moving his hips as quickly as your tears fell.
You wanted to deny and refuse the idea that he could do that to you-- that he could cheat on you but the image presented to you was as clear as day. Your knees gave in and your arms lost all its strength making the box of cake you got for your fifth anniversary fall to the floor.
Bokuto flung his head towards your direction and saw how the tears decorated your cheeks. He saw the disappointment in your eyes-- he saw your pain and sadness. Thus, he got up quickly and covered himself with what he could find.
He called out your name, “I-,” but he couldn’t form a proper sentence.“I’m sorry.”
You let out a small smile, “I think you’re just sorry because I caught you.”
You let out another weak laugh as the pain continuously attacked your system,, “I thought you were different, I thought our love was different. Happy fifth,” and you turned around.
You turned around because you couldn’t look at him anymore. You couldn’t bear to taint the image of the loving Bokuto you had in your mind. You couldn’t afford to ruin all the happiness that he made you feel so, you felt that it was best to leave.
And he ran after you. You gave him a slap as soon as he grasped your arm, “do not fucking touch me. You make me sick.”
It was hard to speak with all the lump in your throat and the stinging pain in your heart but you had to say what you had to say even though his pleading eyes weakened you, “we’re done.”
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A/N: unedited! Also, can’t believe I wrote angst for my first ever Bokuto piece, he’s literally a baby, I don’t think he can do this to us >//<
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“Fuck, it’s freezing,” you uttered as you rush towards your lecture building. You didn’t feel the need to look up as the snow that falls upon your face stung followed by a numb feeling.
“I shouldn’t have tried to argue myself about not being cold,” you groaned approaching the three step stairs. You shook the snow from your boots without looking up making you bump into someone.
“Oh, Megumi. You’re already here,” you grinned. He only shook his head at you but continued to wait anyway.
“You know it’s not a crime to knock at my door to wake me up.”
“That’s why you have a phone for a reason, Y/N. I’m not your personal alarm clock,” he rolled his eyes and only tells you to hurry up.
“Oh yeah, speaking of phones. I ran out of data, can I connect to your hotspot for a sec?” you pouted.
“No, Gojo sensei needed us 30 minutes ago and we’re still about halfway to his office,” he said as he increased his pace. With his back to you, you were able to see one of your favourite sights. There was something about the way how his hair falls onto the nape of his neck... maybe it’s because of the jet black hue that compliments his fair complexion so well.
Or maybe it’s because it’s him and the way you immediately associate anything appealing with his whole being.
“Well, I had a reason,” you huffed, forcing yourself to look away from his neck.
“Huh, like what? Staying up to watch whatever?” he mocked.
“Shut up and please just let me borrow your wifi,” you whined. He didn’t say anything and just took out his phone to open his data.
“Thank you. What’s the password? Should I try my name, huh?” you teased him. You weren’t actually going to do it but the redness that seeped into his ears made you curious.
You typed in your name on the space provided and was shocked to find the words ‘connecting’ to ‘connected’ on display.
You looked at him with question in your eyes and a growing smile on your lips. What you were going to search completely lost now as his reaction waits to get registered in your memory instead.
The blush complimented his cheeks as his mouth kept opening and closing to explain what the hell just happened.
“I-I was dared by Itadori,” his poor attempt at explaining.
“I believe you,” you lied as you let out a chuckle, not wanting to embarrass him any further. You have no idea if what he said was really true but your heart couldn’t be bothered, it felt full. At this point, your cheeks hurt from preventing the smile that’s about to reach your ears that’s threatening to show.
You went on ahead and walked past him but was stopped by the grip he put on your arms.
He stuttered for a few seconds before saying, “I need help with math.”
You didn’t believe him but, “Of course, later at the library.”
“And maybe you can finally explain to me why my name is your hotspot password,” you added cheekily, his grip tightening but nodded his head nonetheless as he stared at you with embarrassment evident on his features.
“I told you skating was a bad idea,” Megumi grumbled.
“Nope,” you said popping the ‘p’ because you couldn’t be bothered by your boyfriend’s complaints.
“Are you... hearing yourself? You couldn’t even stay balanced for a minute, how was that enjoyable for you?” Complaints, complaints, complaints— you’d cover your ears only if he wasn’t your boyfriend.
“Well, first of all, I literally get to be so close with you,” you teased him.
“And second, it’s nice, it’s been a while since we went on a date,” you said, still not looking at him.
Megumi sighed, “well, this is going to be our first and las—“
He was cut off by you humming, seemingly not paying attention to whatever he’s saying.
“Y/N,” he called, you hummed.
“For the love of Gojo sensei, can you please not?” Megumi was so annoyed as you continued to pay attention to his cast.
“What? I’m just cheering you up! Look at all the hearts I drew on them, I bet it’ll only take you two days to heal with all the hearts and love I put on there,” you winked at him but not completely stopping with doodling cute designs on his cast.
“Shut up, it’s your fault I got this in the first place,” Megumi rolled his eyes at you.
You pouted, “I even drew you our demon dogs and I said I was sorry.”
Megumi let out a sigh when he saw you stopped drawing.
“Come here,” he pulled you up to his side of the bed and wrapped his uninjured hand around you. He showered your cheek with kisses which eventually travelled all the way to your lips.
“Write a bunch of ‘I love you’s’ maybe it’ll heal in one day,” you both chuckled, you faced him and kissed his lips once more before returning to the current art project occurring on his cast.
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