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John Murphy

Warnings -> 18+ content, mdni, smut, curse words

Authors Note -> I wasn't a big fan of Murphy until the 3rd season honestly. He now has a spot in my heart, so he gets the first smut.

Two days ago, I landed on this rock called Earth. Stepping foot onto land for the first time in my life, I was overcome with emotions. I yelled and cried tears of joy. Since I was a child, my dream has been to go to Earth. The Ark was cool, but nothing could beat the real ground.

I started to help Clarke and Bellamy check on everyone that was in the ship with us. One hundred criminals. One hundred children. They sent us down here to determine if Earth was survivable. Why they sent children they locked up? Who knows, honestly. The Ark wasn't ever big on morals.

Across from my seat was a boy, around my age, that was pretty banged up. He had cuts all over his face, down his arms, and his shirt was torn open. I called for Bellamy to help me carry him into one of the tents. Jasper and Monty said they had room in theirs for one more body, so we took him there. I gathered fresh water and cloth to clean the blood off of him. After he was cleaned, I sat on the ground beside the makeshift bed waiting for him to wake up.

I hadn't ever seen him on the Ark, but he was attractive. Longer brown hair laid messily on his head, and his eyebrows made his eyes appear darker and thinner than they were. He was muscular, but not big, and you could see almost all the muscle definition in his arms.

As I was observing his arms, his eyes shot open and he bolted upwards. I reached a hand out to his chest to calm him, and tell him it was okay. I asked his name and he responded with Murphy.

"Well, hello Murphy. I'm [Y/N]. How are you feeling? You were pretty rough from the landing."

"I'm as good as I can be. I was just sent to a potentially deadly planet so that docks a couple points on how I'm doing,' he responded with a smirk.

As the days went by, Murhpy and I grew closer. Nobody knew who I was on the Ark, and Murphy didn't seem to get along with anyone else, so we spent our days working together, and our nights in the tent talking. I wish I could say I only enjoyed being around Murphy as a friend, but then I would be lying.

I began to catch myself staring at him, the first sign that I wanted more from him. I would joke around with him more and try to be closer to him after that. It seemed like caught on to what I was doing, as he began to talk to me even more than he already did and found excuses to touch me. One particular night, Murphy came into the tent very frustrated. Clarke accused him of hitting one of the fellow 100, but he swore it wasn't him.

I could tell he was tense, so I went over to him and started to rub his back. I didn't mean anything of it, I just wanted to comfort him. But Murphy took it farther. He held my chin and dove into me, knocking me onto the bed. His lips melded with mine as his hands began to wander my body.

His rough touch gripped at my breasts, my waist, hips, and thighs. Our lips moved in sync, and his tongue hungrily explored my mouth. As his hand found its way into my pants, Murphy pressed his lips harder on to mine, trying to muffle the moans. He broke the kiss, pulled my pants off, and kissed from my stomach to my inner thighs, leaving bite marks and hickeys along the way.

As he neared my cunt, I could feel his warm breath on my clit. He latched onto me, twirling his tongue around my clit, as two finger entered my slit and began to pump. I pulled a blanket and bit onto it, stifling the sounds that threatened to spill from my lips. He continued his assault on my clit until my hands were gripping his hair, keeping him from moving away from me.

I felt the knot in my stomach tighten and felt my walls clench around Murphy's fingers. He removed his face from my cunt and wiped his lips clean. He pulled his pants down slowly, letting his cock bounce out and off his stomach. My eyes widened as I observed him line himself up with my hole.

He sunk into me, letting out a sigh of relief. I could feel his body loosen, and smiled to myself, glad I was able to help him decompress. He stalled his movements for a second, letting me adjust to his size. He slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip in, and snapped his hips back towards me, sending shivers down my spine. He found his pace, quick and rough, never relenting no matter how loud I grew.

He hand covered my mouth, silencing me the best he could. I knew there was no use, the tents were paper thin, and our camp was not at all big. He clenched his teeth as I clenched around him. Sweat beaded our bodies and the tent became stuffy. It was hard to breathe and the sweat made our bodies too slick to grab tight enough.

Murphy gripped my hips as his pace quickened. I felt his cock twitch inside me, letting me know he was close. His thumb migrated to my clit, looping lazy circles over it, as he angled his strokes upward. My cunt quivered around him, trying her best to hold back her orgasm.

"Fuck [Y/N] I'm about to come."

I took this as my cue to release the tension building in my stomach. Right as I did, Murphy pulled out and came on my stomach. He rolled to the side of me, panting and smiling. He reached beside the bed for a cloth to clean us up, and then pulled me onto his chest.

"Now we can say we've had sex on Earth." Murphy chuckled. I slapped his chest and laughed with him, riding out the euphoria I felt.

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Hitoshi Shinsou

Warnings -> Angst, major character death

Authors Note -> I love angst, it's actually one of my favorite genres to write and read.

"Hey 'Toshi, kiss me."

"Alright!"

As Hitoshi brought [Y/N] in, both people became nervous.  They had liked each other for a while, and Hitoshi had always wanted to tell them.  Their lips locked, in a slow, passionate kiss.  One of those kisses that takes breaths away. 

Stunned, completely smitten, and out of breath, Hitoshi pulled away, slightly licking his lips.  How badly he wanted to pull them in again, to feel their body against his.

"Those are my favorite kind of kisses."

"What is that type of kiss?"

"The one that clouds your mind.  The one that, even though it's been a week since it happened, it's still all you can think about.  The one that is from you."

Hitoshi couldn't help but blush.  Still holding [Y/N] in his slightly longer arms, he pulled them closer, to give them another kiss, but this time on the forehead.  "Why don't you tell me more about your favorite kisses?"

"Oh, 'Toshi.  I can't tell you if you haven't given them to me.  Ask me out and maybe I'll tell you one more."

"Very well.  [Y/N], would you make me the happiest man on earth, and go on a milkshake and french fry date with me, Saturday night at the diner?"

"Oh of course, 'Toshi.  I'd love to.  I'll see you then."

Oh, how he had missed them.  The way they fit in his arms.  The way they would get excited over the smallest of things, like a milkshake date. 

Two or three years since he's seen them.  His last memory with them was the day they left.  'These are my least favorite kisses.  Goodbye kisses' they had said.  And god, Hitoshi should've taken the hint.  Ask them to stay.  Tell them they'll see each other again.  Neither had to know that it wasn't true, they just had to believe, but they hadn't. 

'Goodbye kisses are filled with sorrow.  Pain and hurt.  I hate goodbye kisses, Hitoshi.'

They hadn't even used his nickname, and that broke him more than their departure.  His heart, split right down the middle in two even pieces, shattered with those words, into a billion tiny pieces.  Unable to be put back together, he had stopped loving.  Stopped loving his career, his family, and his plants.  Stopped loving his reason for living, them.

'Goodbye kisses hurt.  God, they hurt so bad.  The way that you know it's the last thing that could change your mind.  God, they hurt.'

The knife dug deeper into his heart.  Blood and tears dripped down his face and body.  How had he gotten himself into this mess?  He had just wanted to see them one last time.  They weren't dead, so why is he dying right now?  Why?

Why, as he lay dying, was the first thing he thought of, [Y/N] and how much they had hated goodbye kisses?  Why, despite knowing how much they hated them, did he want a goodbye kiss right now?

It would give him closure, and peace.  It would let him pass away with a clear conscious.   

'I'm gonna miss you 'Toshi.  Please, come visit me.  As often as you possibly can.  That way, these won't be goodbye kisses.  They'll be, see you later kisses.  Do you promise me, Hitoshi?"

"I promise you, [Y/N]."

"I'm sorry, [Y/N].  I broke our promise.  God, I'm so s-sorry," Hitoshi choked, now choking on his blood pooling in his throat.  "I hope to see you again m, somewhere.  Forgive me, [Y/N].  I'm sorry that it was a goodbye kiss.  I'm sorry.  I still-"

Silence.  Nothing but sirens screaming and lights flashing.  Pronounced dead on arrival.  Hitoshi Shinso was buried right beside his past lover, [Y/N], with the hope that they would be able to reunite one day.

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BokuAka

Warnings -> Angst, Major Character Death

Authors Note -> BokuAka is my OTP, no one can top them. They are so adorable and I love them. They are also SOOO perfect for angst, I don't know why.

I looked around the table in the back corner of my hometown bar. Friends and family gathered around me in a bittersweet joy. A going-away party. A party that's supposed to be fun, but turns out depressing and miserable. But with my friends, nothing can ever be boring.

Insisting we have it at our bar, Kuroo gathered all of our high school friends, all of my coworkers, and all of my family, into one tiny section. Cheers and beers went round and round the small rectangular table, as well as through the bar, from strangers who over heard.

After about two hours, I left. Calling an Uber, with no destination in mind, I thought about all the times Kuroo and I walked out of this bar, absolutely wasted, trying to find our ways back home. I sometimes wish I could go back, but what would change? I'd still be where I am now.

The notification popped up on my phone, signaling that I had another customer. At the bar, my back seat door opened and a man sat down. His cheeks were a rosy red, his golden eyes were teary, and his hair was two-toned and messy. Despite all of that, he was one of the most handsome men I've seen in this tiny town.

"Where are you going sir?"

"Would it be okay if we just drove around? With the windows down? It's a nice night and I'm not ready to be alone just yet."

"That's fine with me."

Akaashi started pulling away and Bokuto rolled the windows down, eager to breathe in the night and forget his destiny.  Arms were seen outside the window as Bokuto became an airplane, flying on the adrenaline and sorrow.  To passerby's Bokuto was drunk and having fun, but Akaashi could see.  He saw the way his body tensed up ever so slightly every time they hit a bump, or the way his eyes always had a tear or two threatening to fall.

"Hey man, I know we don't know each other but, is there anything you want to say?"

Bokuto brought his arms back in and slowly smiled.  It wasn't a smile of joy, but a smile of pain.  The kind of smile one gives when they're trying to convince themselves they'll be okay.

"Have you ever thought about dying?  Or what life is like after you die? Cause I know I do.

"Unfortunately I can say that I have.  Why do you ask?  What's going on?  What's Up?"

"I was diagnosed with brain cancer last week.  They said it's too late to have chemo or even get it treated.  I'm-  Im dying and I'm okay with that."

Akaashi's eyes filled with tears.  His vision became blurry and it got to the point of him having to pull over.

"I was at a going away party with my friends at the bar.  I told them I'm moving away for a job opportunity.  I didn't have the courage to tell them the place was Heaven.

Truth is, I'm a little scared.  Not for myself, but for them.  I wasn't drinking, and I know they sensed something was wrong, but I hope they just thought I was sad about leaving.

That's why I asked you to drive around.  I'm better around people, even if they're strangers.  When I'm by myself I feel lonely and sad.  I don't like feeling like that."

Akaashi was stunned.  At the end of each ride, he asked people if there was something they needed to get off their chest, and he's heard some things.  But nothing- nothing compared to this.

"I'm sorry man.  I didn't mean to go so into detail, but I think this is the happiest I've been since my diagnosis.  The way the night feels on my lungs and skin is breathtaking and the town tonight has such a heavenly glow."

"I agree.  Although it's small, this town really does affect you in the most beautiful ways."

"I know we won't ever see each other after this. but thank you.  Thank you for listening and indulging with me.  It means a lot coming from a stranger, and I really hope it doesn't have to do with the fact that I have cancer.  Even though I'm dying, I'd much rather people be blunt with me, and not beat around the bush."

"You're welcome.  I will let you know, it's not the cancer.  You are a very likable person, and I'll tell you, that you are a very pretty crier.  Your eyes shine like diamonds when you cry, and I find it mesmerizing."

"'Thank you- "

"Keiji.  Akaashi Keiji."

"Kotarou.  Bokuto Kotarou.  Thank you Keiji."

"You're welcome Kotarou.  I'll take you home now.  Just know your not alone.  Not ever."

Keiji sat, dressed in all black, underneath an umbrella, and cried.  He hasn't known Kotarou at all, but that one might in his car, left such an impact, and Keiji couldn't believe a man like him was gone.  Not two months after they're fateful encounter, Keiji read on the paper that the beloved volleyball player passed away.  They never stated the reason, probably to protect the public from such a sorrowful thing, but Keiji knew.  Keiji remembered how miserable Kotarou felt in his back seat.  He remembered how much it hurt to hear Kotarou's voice crack and see his body tense.  He remembered, despite his horrible odds, how Kotarou looked genuinely happy with his arms out the winter smelling the city. 

It was a cruel fate.  A horrible way to go, and with the way it hurt him, he can't imagine how the family felt. 

"I'm so incredibly sorry for your loss.  I hadn't known Bokuto at all, but I was his Uber driver the night of his "going-away party.  I wanted you guys to know, that he was okay with dying.  He said it himself.  and I want you guys to know, he enjoyed himself that night.  And I want you guys to remember that.  Please, for him."