pairings: fighter!yuta x fighter!reader ; demon!yuta x fighter!reader
genre/warnings: angst (violence, blood, character death) & smut (knife play, choking, bulge kink, dom/sub themes, sir kink, dom!yuta, exhibitionism)
being trained all your life to take out your opponents and to survive each battle has been mundane, to say the least.
you didn’t choose this life, it was chosen for you. if you had the choice, you wouldn’t want to be a video game character. you barely knew anybody but nakamoto yuta.
the video game designers have made your story quite simple yet dramatic. losing your parents at the age of ten, getting adopted by hitman kim jeoyeon and then having to assasinate him for you to live. it made you to be a skillfull, badass, stealthy woman.
you were lucky you ended up in the red side, you were an option for the real-life players to choose from. everyone from the red side, including nakamoto yuta, had extra skills and combo moves. everyone on the red side were undefeated and you were more than thankful to survive the battles not wanting to get defeated and end up in the right side.
being in the red side indicated that you were safe and why is that? every character from the blue side is computer generated, having no life whatsoever, they are solely meant to fight the characters from your side. it was said that once you’ve died and you’re from the blue side, the character regenerates and wipes out your memories of everything and anything, the only thing in their minds is to fight.
nakamoto yuta is a japanese demon. no, he had no horns nor a creepy red face, but he had black wings that showed everytime his power bar was full and that would allow him to soar and kick-ass that causes half of the opponent’s bar to reduce.
he was your best friend and had helped you killed kim jeoyeon. you were thankful to get to hangout and train with him everytime the arcade closes and just thankful to have him, otherwise you’d be lonesome.
what happens when you’re faced to fight the love of your life? will you be able to conquer and simmer down your fear? or will you let yourself get killed by him?
Warnings: Use of cigars/smoking, character death, a bit of smut
Word count: 2.6k
He was from SM and you were from JYP. He was a member of 3 boy groups and you were a solo artist. His genre was more of pop while you make rnb. The two of you were working on opposite sides of the world so when you received the news that the two of you were collaborating, you were bewildered.
Now you were sitting alone inside a coffee shop waiting for Taeyong. You knew he was a talented man—a rapper, a composer and a hell of a good dancer. You’ve watched a lot of fancams out of pure curiosity and you were surprised that you had the pleasure of getting to work with him.
“Y/N?” a rich and foreign voice said, looking up at him you felt your heart skip a beat at his appearance. His hair was brown and it had some streaks of gray to it, it was a little disheveled but it still looked good. He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt that made the veins in his hands more prominent, a dangling earing on his ear that added more charisma to him.
“I’m Lee Taeyong,” he smiled. Ooooh fuck he looks good, his voice sent shivers down your spine. You gestured for him to sit down across of you. This is going to be interesting, you thought.
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It’s been a month since the two of you worked together. You mostly worked in his apartment, though his members lived there with him, they respected you and treated you like their family. They leave when the two of you work so that you could focus and they wouldn’t create ruckus.
You weren’t fully comfortable with him yet and you know he felt the same way too. You always sat on the edge of his bed while he sat on his chair across you. It was hard to work with someone so new, someone who’s a stranger. You had to be careful with every step you take—and although that being cautious is good, it’s difficult to not voice out your ideas to him because you’re afraid of him judging of what you thought.
You two were working on an album that focuses on the issues of society today. You had two solo songs, he had two solo songs and then there were two songs that features the both of you.
Your first song tackles about the beauty standards of men and women of our generation. How men aren’t allowed to wear make-up because it makes them look more feminine and how women should have this petite figure and if they don’t look what society expects them to look like, they do not belong in this place.
Your next song focuses on gender roles. Women can have a job that is expected to supposedly be for men and vice versa. Also, how people should be respected no matter their chose of job. Whether they are sex workers, drag queens or a waitress—each should be treated equally.
Taeyong’s first song is about corruption in politics and the politicians that don’t uphold the values and morals of a good leader and how in turn, makes a country incompetent and their people ignorant.
His next song is about the challenges faced by the mass. Poverty, treated unequally, high medicine fee and all things in between. What the two of you have worked on alone is a masterpiece.
Right now you were stuck inside his room, diverting your attention towards anything but making the music together. You’ve asked him for help and he did that but working on two whole songs together just seems a bit out of your comfort zone.
“What about pizza?” he asks “I don’t think pizza is a good top-“ you got cut off with his laugh. It was a hearty one too, not the chuckles you hear he lets go once you accidentally do or say something funny.
“I meant maybe you want me to get a pizza delivered? Maybe it’ll help remove this,” he gestured to the space between us, “Tension?” you just laughed, probably because you felt stupid and embarrassed for not catching his drift but you agreed to get pizza.
You and Taeyong are now seated on each side of his bed sharing a box of pizza. For the past hour, you two have been sharing stories and jokes like childhood friends catching up. You’ve learned that he has a passion for understanding arts, he’s really good at playing video games and he likes listening to Drake.
Neither of you initiated to start working on your songs but you liked the time you were using to get to know him. He was kind, gentle and warm.
There were numerous spotlights surrounding Taeyong. The photographer asked him to try different poses and to relax but for some reason, his shoulders were too tense and his hands were shaking a bit. You and Taeyong started hanging around a lot when you two decided to write your music. You two hung out in his apartment where his members stay and spend time with the two of you, you hung out in the convenience store eating ice cream and telling jokes. You didn’t have many friends in the music industry and now you consider Taeyong as your best friend.
He looked good, you thought. He was sporting a gold glittered blazer with a black top beneath it, 3 layered chokers and he was wearing the dangling earrings you loved so much on him.
You walked towards Taeyong and said, “Yong, look at me,” he let out a breathy laugh but kept his head down. Putting your fingers under his chin and tilting his head upwards you ask, “What’s wrong?” he closes his eyes and exhales “I smell strawberries,” your eyes widened at his statement. “S-strawberries?” “Yes, strawberries,” he then looks at your eyes and continues “Before my best friend died, she asked me to fetch her strawberries. So, I went to the hospital and see her having a seizure. Doctors were all around her, her boyfriend was frantic and I dropped the jar of strawberry jam. It was the last time I ever associated myself with the fruit,” then he laughs. You apologize and say that it probably was your perfume but he tucks your hair behind your ear and says that it was fine.
This whole time you were talking the photographer took candid photos of you and Taeyong and claimed that it was good for the album cover already. Taeyong kisses your cheek and feel blush creep in on your face.
You were going to sleep well today.
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The both of you were in Amsterdam to film your music video. You were dressed in a black laced bustier top paired with black flared pants and Taeyong is wearing a white button up top.
It’s been an hour of filming and Taeyong has been showering you with compliments. Your relationship has gotten to the point where you two flirt shamelessly and honestly, you didn’t have any complaints.
As the crew and directors all were huddled to talk about the next scene, you were out smoking looking at the museums and buildings surrounding you.
“You didn’t tell me you smoked,” Taeyong stalks toward you and keeps his hands inside of his pockets. “You never asked. Want to join me?” “No thanks. I quit after she died,” you nod.
“Do you believe in heaven and in hell?” you ask and then he stands beside you, “Move away from me Yong, you’re going to get cancer from second-hand smoking you know,” “I believe that if we die, we’re just going to live a life with eternal darkness and quietness and loneliness,” he answers your question and ignores your previous statement. “I do believe in God, yes, but if we die and then that’s it. Do you believe in it?” he asks, “I believe that we do go to heaven or hell based on the actions and choices we’ve made in our borrowed time living here,” you say.
“What separates the people who will enter heaven to those who will enter hell? I mean, humans make pretty bad and wrong decisions. If hurting a person, unintentionally and intentionally, is just the basis for us to live a life in paradise or in damnation then I guess we’re all fucked huh?” you both laugh. You throw your cigarette to the trash can near you and stick your hand out for Taeyong to hold.
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The first time you and him kissed was after your comeback stage.
It was hot, it was messy and you felt like flying. He told you you tasted like strawberries mixed with the after-taste of cigars. You just laugh and continue kissing down his neck.
He tugged at your hair and removed the strap off of your dress. You got on your knees and unbuckled his belt.
As the night went further and your relationship progressed, he had told you that he loves you and that you indeed smell like strawberries. And as much as he dislikes the fruit and what comes with it, if loving you means he has to smell and taste like strawberries for the rest of his life then so be it.
You slept with a smile on your face, head on Taeyong’s chest and his arms caging you for protection.
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You were hysterical.
You had rushed Taeyong into the ER as soon as your comeback stage had ended. You were supposed to go out and celebrate with him, announce the tour you were having but all your plans had ended once you saw the he had coughed up blood and was having a hard time breathing.
Machines and tubes were stuck in his body, his unconscious body. You held his hand for the longest time that day and you weren’t planning on letting go.
You woke up with Taeyong speaking to the doctor and you saw that they were having a serious conversation. “Taeyong?” he looks at you, a little startled. He ushers the doctor to leave and says to you, “Hey, you should go back to sleep,” you ask what the doctor said and he just simply says that it was a bad bad bad case of food poisoning. You were apprehensive but you didn’t want to push it any further, he needed his rest after all.
That was the first mistake you made.
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The second mistake was smoking around him. You wanted to stop but it had helped you through the sleepless nights and when you were overthinking.
The third mistake was pushing through with the tour. It was his idea, saying it was the least you two could do for your fans but it was your fault for supporting it.
The last straw was watching him being taken away by the paramedics and staying kneeled and glued to the stage as they rushed him into the hospital.
You arrived seeing doctors moving everywhere and getting paddles and shouting ‘clear’. You couldn’t stand to watch him as they revived his body. So, you took your pack of cigarettes and went outside.
By the time you finished three sticks, you decided to see how Taeyong was doing. Every step you took felt like it weighed tons, like your world was crashing but seeing and hearing the doctors call the time of his death? You felt that the world has ended.
You were screaming and crying and questioning everything and anything. You screamed and screamed until your cries had taken over and seeing Taeyong lying on his bed cold and lifeless, it shattered you.
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Months after his death, you continued on with the tour.
Today, you were in Amsterdam and was about to finish the last song.
Right before you sung though, Taeyong’s voice rung around the concert hall. Everyone was quiet.
“Hey Y/N. If you’re hearing this it means that I’ve died. I have a few things to say so please listen.
From the first day I met you, I knew that I was going to fall in love with you but the minute I smelt your strawberry scent? I knew I had to distance myself,” he laughs.
“It was hard to though. It was the boys who pushed me to hang out with you more. It would benefit our work after all. Hence, the pizza mistaken as a song topic incident. From that moment on, I found myself liking you much more than I intended to.
Fast forward to all of our shared jokes and stories. Late night ice-cream stops at the convenience store. Breakfast dates. Coffee-stained sweaters and deep conversations while you smoked.
I knew that I fell in love with you the moment that your lips brushed mine. It was special, magical, felt like I was floating on cloud nine. I just let myself fall deeper until the moment you rushed me into the ER when I coughed up blood.
I needed you to stay away from me because I knew that it would happen. I am sorry, I am very sorry, that I didn’t tell you the truth. Maybe if I had told you the truth you would’ve really stayed away from me but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you and hurt you.
I am a smoker. I quit because my best friend died of second-hand smoking. It was my fault she died, it was my fault I hated strawberries and it’s my fault now that I left you without ever explaining the truth about me.
I don’t want you blaming yourself for not noticing the signs or for keeping on smoking. None of this is your fault Y/N.
I just didn’t want to lose the time knowing that you’d be so cautious around me. No, I wanted us to be as normal as we could ever be. I wanted more time with you but I guess this is for the best.
You deserve so much more this world could ever offer. You are a great person with a great personality, great talents, great body and a great heart.
I want- I need you to keep on using that talent and heart to inspire people all over the world to fight. We have achieved so much together and I want you to use this pain into art.
I loved you and I will love you even if my soul ends up in a cold and dark place. I will love you even if you choose to love another guy. I know, I know that I will be in your heart and that I will always have that one piece saved specifically for me.
I love you and your cigarettes. Your strawberry-flavored perfume scent, your strawberry-flavored shampoo and your taste when I kiss you after you smoke.
Your strawberries clung on to my shirts and sweaters, and it did hurt me at first because it brought back the memories of her but you gave me a new reason to love strawberries.
I love you, Y/N,” as he sings, the whole crowd were in tears and you were sat on the stage clutching your microphone near your heart.
You smile and look up at the ‘heavens’ as he sings,
“Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you,”
(A/N: This is my first taeyong one-shot and i hope you liked it. i tried to be very angst-y haha. please send in requests aaand feeback is always appreciated!)
note: pictures and stickers aren’t mine! i only edited and compiled them. i take in requests for other lockscreens/edits, i plan on making my own stickers soon! :)
Pairings: SuperM x reader, college!mark x reader, college!taeyong x reader, photographer!ten x reader, playboy!taemin x reader, gamer!taeyong x reader, bassist!mark x reader, sugardaddy!jongin x reader, fratboy!baekhyun x reader, fwb!lucas x reader
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note: GUYS I’VE BEEN WANTING TO POST THESE PICTURES FOR SOOOOO FUCKING LONG BUT TUMBLR WON’T LET ME SO I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE :(( also, chapter 9 will be written in a fic type of form? just so i could fully describe and write what happens over their stay in NYC.
Medicalstudent!jaemin and you were assigned to practice on each other to draw blood. the sight of blood has jaemin wanting to pass out but he couldn’t let anyone know, especially you because you were his crush and he was a med student.
“Roll the sleeves of your top please,” you ask politely. Jaemin obeys and roll the sleeves of his black fitted cardigan. You tie a blue elastic around the top of his arm and tighten it, just enough to make the veins in his arms pop out.
“Actually wait,” Jaemin softly halts your hands and continues, “Can I draw your blood first?”
You raise an eyebrow at him but proceed on placing your left arm on top of the wooden desk you two shared.
With shaky hands, Jaemin takes a deep breath before wrapping the elastic on your arm.
As quick as he had tied it around your left arm, he retracted his arm just as quick.
His finger grazes your arm before tapping two fingers on the vein, where he could feel your pulse. Jaemin took the syringe from the aluminum tray and inhales as he injects the needle into your skin.
You winced in pain but still kept your composure until Jaemin’s injection was filled with your blood. He sprays alcohol onto the cotton to clean that spot on your arm in which he used a syringe with and taped another cotton to stop it from bleeding.
“Did it hurt?” he asks.
“Only a little. It’s just like an ant biting you, really,” you say truthfully.
His eyes looked anywhere but your face as you took the syringe and a brand new needle. Tracing the veins in his arm, you couldn’t help but admire how it looked. His left arm was straight out of a painting.
You shake the thoughts out of your head and proceed to draw blood from him.
You scanned his face for any signs of discomfort, only to see that he was indeed bothered.
His eyes were tightly shut and he bit his bottom lip. You chuckled as you drew the blood and he opened one eye to see why you were laughing.“
“So much for our peers saying you were a tough guy,” at your statement he pouts.
You show him the blood you drew with a smile on your face but it was quickly replaced with worry as you see Jaemin pale at the sight of blood.
“Oh God Jaem, are you going to puke? Hold on let me get a bucket,” you propose but he holds your wrist and shakes his head.
“No sorry Y/N. I just,”
“The sight of blood just makes me wanna pass out. Which is not a good thing considering I’m studying to become a nurse,” he says the last part quietly.
Your eyes soften and you pat his arm. “You could’ve told me silly. I could’ve just chatted you away ‘til you were distracted enough to even notice I drew your blood,” you smile.
And he does too. He fixes the syringes and needles you two used and you ask him,
“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow? You know we could practice drawing blood to not get you to faint in front of your patients,” and then he laughs, so loud that it booms around the entire room which earned you two a lot of glares.
“I’d love that Y/N. But dinner first?” you nod and help him fix your station.
note: this is my first time writing a bLurB SKDJSKF also not proofread omo
