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tsukiihime · 3 years

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Heartbreak Part 3 (Bakugou x Fem!Reader) (Shinsou x Fem!Reader)

Third part up! Now excuse me, I’m going to play Genshin Impact all weekend! Enjoy!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst, arguments, swearing, drinking

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You shriek in terror as a loud blaring sound emanates from the table in front of you - your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as the sudden noise coupled with the darkness and the horror movie playing in the background fries your nerves with fear. You hear Shinsou laugh in the background, in the kitchen grabbing more snacks as you wait in the dark for him to return.

“Shut up, Hitoshi!” He smirks to himself - you used his full first name which means you’re angry at his teasing. He chuckles as he makes more popcorn and hears you shuffle out of your blanket cocoon to find the source of the noise.

You find Shinsou’s black phone vibrating and ringing on the table in front of you under some magazines. On the screen flashes ‘Izuku Midoriya’ as a picture of the freckled boy and your best friend at their U.A graduation appears on the screen.

“‘Toshi! Midoriya’s calling! Want me to answer?”

“Yeah, let him know I’m busy.”

“‘Kay.” You move to swipe right and answer the phone, but the call ends before you have the chance. On the lockscreen of Shinsou’s phone, the lock screen picture of you two at the Hero Rankings ceremony from two years ago is partially covered by a new banner: One missed call from Midoriya.

“Oops, I missed it.” You set Hitoshi’s phone back down on his cedar coffee table, returning to wrap yourself back in your blanket as you spot fuzzy purple hair returning from the kitchen, popcorn bowl in hand as well as two cups full of water. “Sorry ‘Toshi, I didn’t answer in time.”

“S’alright, I’ll call him back after.” The two both of you turn your head to the phone as it vibrates on the table to let Shinsou know he’s got a text message, from the very person whose call he missed. “Hold on, lemme answer this…” He opens the message from him, cringing slightly as the bright screen blinds him in the total darkness. You help yourself to some popcorn as you wait for Shinsou to give you the signal to start the movie.

From: Midoriya, sent at 10:39pm

Hey Shinsou! We’re having a small Class 1-A reunion at Shoto’s place this Friday - want to come? Everyone would love to see you! Let me know!

Shinsou leans back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. You cock your head in confusion. “What’s wrong ‘Toshi?”

“Class reunion at Shoto’s. Don’t wanna go.” He covers his face with his hands, groaning as he thinks of an excuse not to attend.

“Why not? You haven’t seen Midoriya or the others in a long time.” Shinsou isn’t antisocial but he’s rather introverted; he prefers the company of cats and a few trusted friends over a loud party. Add in work and he basically only sees you on a regular basis. “I think you should go, it would do you some good.” Your purple haired friend looks at you sideways.

“Kaminari is gonna drink.” You snort, snickering at his aversion to the combination of the Stun Gun Hero and alcohol. Denki is one of the few people Shinsou gets along with despite his ditzyness, and Kaminari often tries to include Shinsou in mixers and parties much to his dismay. Last time Shinsou went drinking with Kaminari, they ended up in a pool with some of their classmates and in his drunken stupor, Kaminari almost activated his quirk and fried everybody in the pool. Ever since then, Kaminari needs a designated partner to watch him when he drinks, which usually falls to Shinsou, Sero, or Kirishima. “And if he drinks, I can’t, which means I can’t enjoy myself.”

“Isn’t it Sero’s turn to watch him, since you did it last time?

“Huh, you might be right. If I don’t have to watch that idiot, then I’ll probably go. Wanna come?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t invited ‘Toshi. Besides...I didn’t attend U.A so it would be strange to have an outsider come around, right?” You give him a small smile to show you’re fine without going, but Shinsou knows better. You don’t want to go because you could run into Bakugou. He sighs, and turns to look at you. “Oh! Tell Denki and Sero I say ‘hello’. I miss playing video games with them when I used to go to parties.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go and visit everyone. I’ll tell them you said hello. Now, can we get back to the movie? Your favorite part is coming up.” He snickers as you immediately dive under your blanket to avoid seeing the scene that makes you have nightmares every time it comes on. As you cower under the covers, Shinsou howls with laughter as you scream.

You don’t even hear your phone ringing in the bedroom, faint and drowned out by you and Shinsou’s voices. A message flashes across the screen:

One missed call from Katsuki.

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Bakugou listens to your voicemail message play in his ear, despondent as you fail to pick up. He relishes in the opportunity to hear your voice again though, and closes his eyes as your message begins to play.

“Hey! Sorry I’m not available to take your call at the moment. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!”

He can see you in his mind’s eye, lounging on the couch and flipping through channels as you try to find one of those true crime documentaries you love so much as you settle in for the night. Or maybe you’re busy with homework for school again, or staying late at work since you always wanted to work more hours to be more independent. He can see you crashing in bed after a long night - fuzzy cat hairband on your head holding back your hair, face freshly washed, wrapped in the yellow blanket you loved so much. His shoulders feel heavy as he solemnly trudges back to his group of friends, taking one last look at his lock screen before he returns inside: a picture of you and him at the arcade, with you beaming with happiness as you hold up a large stuffed bunny he won for you with all the tickets he earned that night. He wonders if you still have it.

His reminiscing is interrupted by an incoming call from Deku - a picture of Izuku and Katsuki appears on screen, taken at a school function in their third year of high school. He lets out a small ‘tch’ but answers the phone anyways. “What do you want you damn Deku?”

“Hey Kacchan,” Deku answers unfazed, “just wanted to let you know that Shoto’s having a reunion at his place this Friday - wanna come?” Katsuki sees Todoroki on and off for his Hero work, and he gets along with both Shoto and Izuku way better than he did in high school, even if the rivalry is still present - in his case anyways.

“Hell no.” Bakugou hangs up the phone, shoves it in his pocket, and angrily pulls open the door to return to the apartment of his friends. On the other side of the phone, Izuku smiles as knows Bakugou’s group of friends will drag him to the function whether he likes it or not.

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When Friday rolls around, you busy yourself with laundry as Shinsou gets ready to attend the reunion at Todoroki’s downtown skyscraper apartment. You try not to think of your ex-boyfriend and the possibility that your best friend may run into him as you throw your clothes into the washing machine. You also try not to think of the fact that you received a call from Bakugou, a call you missed and didn’t have a voicemail attached to it. You contemplated calling him back to see what he wanted, but your pride and fear of rejection holds you back. So instead, you choose to act like it never happened - but your heart races every time a text or call notification thinking it’ll be from Katsuki.

Your phone rests next to the washer on the shelf containing the laundry detergent and scent balls - it sits unlocked as you finish your first load of clothes. You pick it up, scrolling through the endless text as you try and find a new home. You’ve decided that you’ve overstayed your welcome at Shinsou’s apartment, and you’re now looking for one of your own. You’ve been working an insane amount of overtime, and now that you’ve raised your credit score, you feel ready to search for an apartment to call your own. Hitoshi of course has been protesting since he doesn’t feel that you’re a burden but you insist on getting out of his hair. It isn’t around and on the highest volume possible so you can answer the phone if Katsuki calls again, no siree.

As you stare at your phone screen and walk back to the living room, you bump into Shinsou as he makes his way to grab his keys, knocking your phone to the floor. “Oh! Sorry ‘Toshi, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“S’okay. I’m ‘bout to go, you need anything?” He bends over to pick up your cell and places it back in your hands. He’s wearing a dark green bomber jacket with a simple white v-neck underneath, complimented with black jeans and he holds a pair of Vans in his hands as he makes his way to the door.

“I’m good, make sure you have fun, drive safe, and if you drink call me so I can get you, ‘kay?” You give him a quick hug, quickly noticing that he’s sprayed on some cologne. He smells amazing, but you wonder why a pang of jealousy courses through you when as you wonder why he put on cologne for a party full of friends.

“Will do. See you later.” You see him off, locking the door behind him after he leaves. You return to the living room, alone and without plans. So, you decide to order some takeout, watch some Netflix, and stay up with your phone nearby in case Shinsou calls you for a ride.

It’s not so you can answer a call from Bakugou if he decides to call again. No way.

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Shoto’s apartment is the probably the swankiest place owned by any of the Class 1-A graduates - in the heart of downtown, with ceiling to floor windows overlooking the cityscape and a private rooftop. Shinsou feels out of place as he makes his way up in the elevator, meeting Ojiro and Hagakure on the way. He says his greetings, makes small talk, and finally arrives at his destination - Todoroki’s apartment. He says hello to everyone, and moves to grab a beer. Lilac eyes meet vermilion ones as he comes face to face with Bakugou for the first time since everything happened with you. The Bakusquad notice Bakugou’s icy expression and turn to see who has gained his ire; they’re surprised to see Shinsou standing at the end of their friend’s glare.

“Dude, what’s your problem with Shinsou?” Kaminari asks innocently. Mina and Sero shoot him a look, causing him to cock his head in confusion. He mouths a silent ‘what’ to Sero, Kirishima, and Mina, who mouths back your name. He instantly shuts up and changes the subject. Bakugou can’t hear what his blonde friend is saying though, because he’s too busy staring holes through Shinsou’s back. He’s never had a problem with Shinsou before he met you, but every time he looks at the purple haired man he can’t help but feel intense jealousy and anger that bubbles up from within. He imagines you wearing Shinsou’s clothes, and sleeping at Shinsou’s place and he can’t control the rage that comes with it. He abruptly stands, grabbing two beers and walks off.

“Hey, where are you going?” Kirishima asks.

“To get some fresh air dammit!” Bakugou opens the door to the rooftop and forcefully slams it shut. The Bakusquad share a look with one another.

“He must still be hung up on her.” Denki states nonchalantly, and Mina elbows him in the stomach.

“Of course he is, you idiot! He loved her more than anything. You saw how miserable he was when she left.” This statement catches Shinsou’s attention, and after excusing himself from his conversation with Izuku and Uraraka, follows the Explosion Hero to the rooftop.

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Although he tries to quietly sneak behind Bakugou as he makes his way to the rooftop, he fails miserably. “Why the hell are you following me Eye Bags?”

“Huh, didn’t think you’d hear me. I was wondering why you were out here to drink by yourself. I take it you didn’t want to see me?” Bakugou turns around, veins popping out on his forehead as he gazes upon Shinsou in distaste.

“Of course I didn’t want to see you, you damn extra. You got rocks for brains or somethin’?” Shinsou keeps an even expression as he faces down Bakugou as the sounds of the city play below them. “Well, why are you following me?” He repeats, crossing his arms.

“I just wanted to get some fresh air.” He lies, moving to the railing next to Bakugou, who looks at him with caution. The two men stand in silence, occasionally sipping from their beers as they watch the city they protect from on high. After what seems like an eternity, one of them breaks the tension and silence.

“How is she?” Shinsou looks sideways to see Bakugou staring at his beer can, emotions unreadable as he takes another swig.

“Fine. A lot better than before. She’s thinkin’ of moving into her own place by next month. Told her she could stay with me until she’s ready but she’s insisting on moving out.” Bakugou’s eyebrow twitches in envy, and it takes almost all of his energy to hold back his tongue.

“Good for her. She’s always been independent like that.” He slightly smiles as he recalls how self-sufficient you are, working hard to get what you want in your work, school, and love. He quickly wipes it off his face though so Shinsou can’t see.

“Yeah, too bad people take her for granted sometimes.” He knows it’s a low blow but he can’t help himself - Bakugou deserves it for treating you the way he did. “Can’t believe you’d fuck up something so good with someone like her.” Bakugou narrows his eyes in displeasure, his rationality hanging on by a thin thread as he convinces himself to not punch Shinsou in his face because you’d be upset if Hitoshi came home with a black eye and bloody nose. Katsuki decides to let that comment slide - he’s not as hot headed as he once was - and continues the conversation.

“I tried callin’ her last week. She didn’t answer.” He doesn’t know why he says it out loud, but he can’t stop the words from leaving his lips.

“Oh? She didn’t tell me.” Katsuki’s blood boils, and his jealousy reaches its breaking point after he hears that. Shinsou is taken aback by his words though - why didn’t you tell him? You tell him everything - even if it seems minute. He’s a bit hurt that you would hide that from him, but he stops it from showing on his face.

“And why would she? You’re not her boyfriend. You’re just a friend.” Shinsou bristles visibly at that statement - he can’t hide his discontent from showing on his face as Bakugou points out what he already knows. He is just a friend in your eyes, someone who you can count on no matter what. But the lingering touches, the ghost of your lips on his forehead, the cuddling he can’t help but desire - he wants more. He wants you in a way he can’t have, and he feels horrible for desiring you in this way when your heart has been broken. His face grimaces as the guilt creeps up his throat - he wants and yet he can’t tell you. He craves you in a way he’s never had for anyone else and at the worst possible time, his once innocent friendship with his childhood friend has devolved into longing and pining for you when you are emotionally unavailable. Bakugou watches closely as Shinsou’s face changes from his words, and his eyes widen as he puts two and two together.

“You bastard, you’re in love with her.” Bakugou says it low, growling it out through clenched teeth. Shinsou is taken aback for a second - he loves you of course, but is he in love with you? He thinks back on his life and sees you always next to him: smiling, encouraging him, holding him when he’s had a bad day, studying with him when there was a big exam coming up, calling to congratulate him when he entered U.A, and catching a train to see him graduate the Hero course. There’s no doubt in his mind - you’ve been a staunch supporter of his dreams and ambitions and he can’t see a life where you’re ever away from him. Like a puzzle, everything clicks into place. He knows it from the bottom of his heart, the deepest recesses of his soul.

He loves you. Deeply, truly, with every fiber of his being. He’s in love with you, his best friend.

“And if I am?” Vermilion eyes narrow, teeth grinding as he clenches his fists. Bakugou looks Shinsou straight in his eyes, fury radiating from every single pore of his body.

“You droopy eyed bastard. How long have you been waiting to swoop in and take her away from me? Just waiting for me to mess up, haah?” His words are dripping with venom, little sparks shooting out of his open palms. Shinsou isn’t sure if Bakugou will attack him or not, but he can sense that the blonde is so pissed he could blow up the entire rooftop. He backs away from the railing, never turning his back to Explosion Hero. “How many times have you comforted her just hoping she’d give you the time of day? You think you’ll be able to make her happy Eye Bags? You may be her best friend, but I ain’t gonna sit here and let you talk down to me like you know all about what she and I had. There’s no one else for me and you know it.”

Shinsou sneers, staring at the man in front of him with disdain. “Bullshit. I was at your apartment Bakugou, I know for damn sure she isn’t the only thing on your mind.” Bakugou’s eye twitches in white hot rage.

“Haaah? What bullshit are you on now jackass? Making up stories to make yourself feel better for falling in love with my girl?” Shinsou narrows his eyes in irritation, envisioning your face as he holds you the night you saw Bakugou at the Hero Rankings, as you sob into his chest as he pets your hair. He recalls making you food, leaving it out for you to eat before he goes to patrol and coming home to find it untouched. He remembers how he had to remind you how beautiful you were, how the comments about your body and looks on social media didn’t mean anything because you were perfect just the way you are. Bakugou didn’t see how broken you were, how he shattered your heart and left you to pick up the pieces while he hopped from bar to bar and brought a date to the award ceremonies when he wouldn’t even acknowledge your existence as his girlfriend.

“I was there at the apartment when she went to pick up her things. You had some underwear in your bedroom. She saw it, and I did too. Now, who did that belong to Bakugou?” He smirks, watching as the face of the blonde in front of him contorts in confusion and regret, now realizing that you had seen his almost one night stand’s underwear when you came to grab your things only a couple of days after you broke up. “Was it some girl you met while bar hopping? Or was it Camie’s? I didn’t know you had a thing for her.”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You don’t know shit.” Bakugou runs a hand through his spikes, a combination of shame and hurt painting his features. He looks up, glaring at the purple haired man in front of him. “You don’t know what it’s like. To have the person you love walk out on you and to know that you fucked up. I didn’t want to think about her, about us.” His lips purse together, his nose and throat become itchy as tears threaten to spill over at any moment. “I just wanted to forget, okay?! Is that what you wanna hear you bastard? I didn’t want to spend all night thinking about her!” He’s yelling now, his voice reverberating from the rooftop, spreading out into the city under the moonlit sky. Shinsou’s eyes widen in surprise at Bakugou’s outburst, lilac orbs staring unblinking at the man in front of him. He doesn’t think Katsuki is lying, he never hesitates to say what he thinks about anyone, whether they be a friend or a foe.

“Whose underwear was it?” Shinsou asks lowly, bracing himself for his answer.

“Don’t remember her name. It was a girl from the bar, reminded me of her. I made her leave before anything physical happened. I only kissed her. Didn’t even know she left her clothes.” Bakugou recalls that night, alcohol coursing through his body, craving body heat and another person’s touch. He swallows thickly, imagining your face as you find that foreign underwear in the room you once shared, quickly dispelling that thought from his mind when he remembers your heartbroken expression.

“And what about Camie? I wasn’t home when the rankings aired,” Shinsou crosses his arms as he leans against the edge of the rooftop, “but I know she saw it.” Bakugou grits his teeth in anguish - how much hurt had he caused you without even knowing? How many nights had you cried while thinking he had moved on? He was such a damn fool.

“We went as friends. She wanted to make Inasa jealous enough to make a move on her. I didn’t think,” Bakugou looks up to stare at the lavender eyes boring into him, “...didn’t think she’d be watching. She always hated that kinda shit.” Shinsou’s eyebrows knit together in anger, red flashing in his vision as his entire body shakes as he clenches his fists to calm the fury bubbling up in his chest.

“She hated it because you never used to take her to one. God, you are such a fucking idiot Bakugou! That’s why she left you! You are selfish. You cared more about your damn rank and your stupid one sided rivalry with Deku that you couldn’t even tell the world you had someone you loved. When those people attacked her on social media, you didn’t lift a damn finger to stop the hate she was getting. You listened to your agency like a damn puppet, and let her take the fall. When all she did was love you. It wasn’t even about the attention of being a Hero’s girlfriend, she just wanted you to be proud of having her by your side, to have you not be afraid to show the world you cared about her. But you didn’t. She’s given you so much but you don’t even care. You can’t even get your head out of your ass to-”

“You don’t think I care? I’ve regretted not telling her how much she meant to me that night! I regret letting her leave that night in the rain, and I sure as hell regret letting her cry herself to sleep all those nights!” Bakugou’s hands squeeze in fists, nails digging into his palms and teeth grinding together as he wills himself not to cry.

“I never, never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough. I never ever wanted to be the one to make her cry. You don’t think I’d take it all back if I could? I miss her Shinsou, is that what you want to fucking hear? I miss her.” The spiky haired blonde refuses to let Shinsou see him cry, holding back tears while scarlet orbs stare into purple ones. “I’ve missed her since she left and I fucking miss her more everyday. I’m not an idiot, I know I fucked up bad.” Shinsou’s expression softens slightly, he can sense that Bakugou’s telling the truth and he can hear the regret in his shaky voice. He sighs, looking down at his shoes.

“Look, I may have feelings for her, but she doesn’t know and I don’t care to let her find out - not now anyway. I’m not trying to ruin your relationship or hurt your chances at getting back together because I know she loves you.” Shinsou rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I let my anger get the best of me tonight. I’ll leave you up here to get some fresh air. I’m going back to our friends, I’ll let them know not to bother you.” Bakugou nods, and turns silently around to continue overlooking the city as his eyes burn from the sting of tears. Shinsou leaves, and after he hears the door close, Bakugou lets the tears he’s held back flow freely from his eyes as he remains on the rooftop.

Sniffling, he stares at the streets below while he tries to get his emotions under control - the great Katsuki Bakugou will not be seen crying - especially not in front of his friends. He feels a vibration in his pocket, and considers ignoring it, thinking it’s Kirishima or Kaminari calling him to come back. He pulls out his phone to deny the call.

Instead of Kaminari, he sees your name flash across the screen.

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Title: Trapped

Word Count: 3.2k

Written for an anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Oikawa/Reader.

Synopsis: Oikawa isn’t the first stalker you’ve caught the interest of, and you really, really didn’t think he’d be the last. Now that you’re in trapped in his arms permanently, you’re forced to make the best of his smothering obsession.

TW: Non-Con, F. Reader, Non-Consensual Touching, Overstimulation, Bondage, Knife-Play, Blood, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Stalking, Imprisonment, Gaslighting, Mindbreak, Flashbacks and Implied PSTD.

Part One.

It'd always been the adrenaline, for you.

You liked the danger, too, and the satisfaction of knowing you’d beat a stalker at their own game. You liked being able to smile as you crushed a hidden camera under your heel, to laugh as you lost the poorly-disguised ‘stranger’ in a festering crowd, to feel utterly, entirely contented as you pictured Oikawa’s expression while he watched you rip another one of his hand-written, stumbling, rambling letters into shreds after reading the first nonsensical line. The rush was the best part, though. The frayed nerves, the blurry vision, the way your heart threatened to give out every time you woke up somewhere you didn’t remember falling asleep, a rope wrapped sloppily around your wrists and your own panties shoved in your mouth because someone hadn’t thought to buy a gag before you started screaming. It was fun. There wasn’t a better way to say it. It was fun.

It’d been fun back then, too. But, that’d been different. You’d gotten out in time. You’d assume Oikawa would be as easy to read as he was, and that was your mistake. You thought you had more time. If you were being honest, you were starting to think Oikawa’d gotten predictable. You were starting to think he’d gotten boring.

Huh.

It makes you sound like the creep, when you put it like that.

There was nothing exciting about laying on a bare mattress, stripped of your clothes and weapons and dignity, blindfolded and restrained as your captor, your actual captor, did something on the other side of the basement, assessing the small amount of damage you’d caused before you were caught and captured in earnest. You hadn’t fought back, not really, not after you realized you wouldn’t be able to escape without breaking down the door.

You’d been in a stupor, but now that your pulse was beginning to slow and the panic was slowly turning into solidified, gnawing terror, you were starting to regret reacting so calmly. You thought he’d go easier on you, if you went along peacefully. You were used to the lead-up. You weren’t sure what to do, now that you were working out the aftermath.

You were in Oikawa’s territory, now, his fantasy.

All you could do was bite your tongue and hope he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge.

But, that didn’t mean you could stop yourself from flinching when you heard him take a step towards you, the noise jarring compared to the quiet tension you’d adjusted to. There was a light chuckle, breathy and non-committal, punctuated by a gentle, sympathetic hum as he crouched by your side, the sound of skin scraping against concrete and a subtle dip in the mattress underneath you serving as your only hint at his position. He didn’t touch you, not at first, but it might’ve been better if he had. At least then, you wouldn’t have to wait for it. If he lashed out, you wouldn’t have to spend so long wondering where he was going to strike first. “I’ve been dreaming about this, cutie,” He stated, the words almost a sigh. Contented, fulfilled. As if he might let you go again, just to see how good it’d feel to snatch you back up. “You kept me waiting for forever, you know that. Wanna guess how long?”

You thought it was rhetorical. This was his long-winded, villainous monologue, and you were the damsel in distress, forced to listen. Your assumption was corrected with a flick to your forehead, the gesture playful, but still startling enough to make you recoil. “Answer when I ask a question, brat.”

You remembered the day, but not the date. He’d tried to get your number in a bar, then when you politely declined, he’d tried to slip something into your drink and you’d splashed it over his chest, staining the nicest shirt you’d ever seen. You’d been so proud of yourself, you’d let yourself buy coffee from the most expensive shop in town every morning for the next week. “Seven months?” You guessed, your voice coming out meeker than you meant for it to be. “I... I’m not really sure.”

Another laugh, this one punctuated by a tap to your cheek. “You really don’t think much of me, huh? Can’t say I’m not offended, (Y/n).” There was a slight lull, and when he went on, his tone dropped, lowering just enough for the change to be noticeable. Just enough to make his touch seem dangerous, as he took you by the jaw. “Two years. We’ve been playing this game for two fucking years, and apparently, you didn’t even notice. It would’ve been one thing if you rejected me, but I don’t like being ignored. I spent so much time watching, so much time nudging you in the right direction, but you’ve always been the oblivious type, haven’t you?” There was another sigh, this one labored, heavy. Tired, but not as regretful as it should’ve been. “Oblivious and energetic. But, we’ll plenty of time to take care of that together, won’t we?”

It was a numb sort of shock. A realization you should’ve seen coming, an injury that phased through your skin and struck your chest without a buffer to cushion the blow. “Bastard,” You spat, before you could think better of it. It was more frustration than anything - hot, overwhelming frustration. Suddenly, you wish he’d been kind enough to gag you, too. You wouldn’t be able to make things worse for yourself, that way. “You were following me for years, and your first move was to drug me? You must be even crazier than I thought--”

He was gracious enough not to let you dig your own grave any deeper. Without warning, two fingers forced themselves into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you lurch forward, only for Oikawa to catch your shoulder. “We’ll have to work on that too, but don’t worry.”

He paused, leaning forward, pressing a kiss into your forehead, one so light and so sweet, you could almost ignore the bared teeth, lingering underneath it.

“Your boyfriend’s gonna take care of everything, from now on.”

It was a small mercy that he’d gotten rid of the mattress.

He must’ve gotten tired of it, of giving you the luxury of being able to squirm and lean away from his touch and pull at the tether he’d repurposed when you got too brave, for his taste. Its replacement had been simple - a wooden chair, metal fetters keeping your wrists bond to its arms and your ankles to its legs. You’d say you didn’t see the point in the latter pair, but it would’ve been impossible to ignore Oikawa’s intentions, this far into your captivity.

You’d tried biting at him. You’d tried worming your way out of your restraints and finding weak-points in your shackles and, the few times you’d been able to, attacking him out-right, but Oikawa was an Olympic athlete and you were sore and stiff and drained, and there was nothing you could do to stop him as he draped himself over your shoulders, a knife in one hand and the other preoccupied, playing with your pussy and getting a little more impatient every time you growled or shrunk into yourself or gave him an exuse to do something reckless and heartless. It was humiliating. It was risky, moreso than it had to be. It was…

It wasn’t your last admirer would’ve done. Not while you knew him. Not before you left. Not before he became one of two hellish options.

“Still awake, angel?” It was more of a purr than a question, finished off by a tilt of his blade, the sharpened edge pressing into the flesh of your throat. A rational, logical part of you knew he’d never do it. If he wanted to kill you, he’d already had plenty of time to, and while Oikawa was a pervert and a kidnapper and a psychopath, he didn’t seem like the type to get his hands that dirty. Part of you knew that, a part of you was so sure of that, but that sensible minority seemed to grow fainter every time his thumb prodded at your clit, pushing messy circles around the sensitive nub, every time lithe fingers traced over your slit, collecting slick and playing with the idea of fucking genuinely fucking into you. Playing with it, just playing with it. Touching you enough to make your mind fog over and tears form in the corner of your eyes, but not enough to let you forget where you were or, more troublingly, who was touching you. “I don’t know how far I can push you, after this morning,” He went on, casually. “I mean, when you passed out, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never thought you’d have anything against blood.”

Blood. That reminded you of something, something older than the open wounds still littered over your hips and spotted across your back. A broken nose, an ex-boyfriend complaining about your ‘over-protective friend’. Dirty alleys and pieces of glass. Bloody knuckles, scraped and raw, but not Oikawa’s.

The blindfold was gone, but you clenched your eyes shut regardless. You didn’t want to think about that. Oikawa’s sadism was easier to lean into, in comparison, more welcoming, although not nearly as hospitable as the dark, repressed recesses of your mind. It wasn’t like he would’ve let you drift off, anyway. The moment he noticed your attention start to shift, two digits were forced through your tight entrance, making you jerk forward just enough for his blade to draw a thin, red line in your throat, warm blood just beginning to drip from the corners by the time he pulled away. It didn’t hurt. Hell, it barely stung, but suddenly, your heart was racing, your pulse beating in your ears, and Oikawa’s laugh ringing out like chapel bells on the morning of an execution.

It wasn’t adrenaline. It wasn’t panic suppressed by practicality. The only thing you felt in that moment was white, hot fear. For your safety, your well-being, your life. For all the things Oikawa could so easily take away, if he wanted to.

He was just as merciless in this facet as he was in any other, chasing after his own entertainment rather than your satisfaction. He didn’t try to hide it, either. You could feel his smirk bite into your scalp as he pushed a fleeting, affectionate kiss into the top of your head, as he curled his fingers and spread them apart, giving your aching cunt everything it’d been dying for. It was cruel, really, how you could barely buck your hips, every little movement only putting you closer to his knife, to the thing that could end you with a slip of his wrist or a switch in his mood, but there wasn’t anything you could do. You were beginning to think that was what Oikawa wanted. To push you into a defeatist mindset. To prove that trying to resist was useless, now that he’d gained the upper hand. To make you see that he’d already won, and he wasn’t going to indulge you with a second round.

There wasn’t anything you could do. Not anymore.

You’d already lost.

The first time he fucked you, it’d been in his own bed.

Or, you think it was his bed, at least. He’d taken you out of the basement the same afternoon, and when you didn’t try to run the first time he turned his back, he’d nodded approvingly and cuffed your wrists to his headboard as a well-earned precaution. There was a jersey mounted on the wall with colors you didn’t recognize, but it wasn’t like you’d ever been his biggest fan. Gold and silver trophies were arranged half-hazardly along a shelf on the far wall, but he might’ve just liked to show off. He liked to show off. Above all things, you knew he loved to show off.

That was why he’d waited so long, until you could barely think and your whole body ached and you’d been willing to do anything to sleep in a real bed, rather than on a cement floor with little more than ropes and chains for company. You really couldn’t think, could you? You’d been focused on the ceiling since he first forced himself into you, your cunt already wet from too much foreplay and too little pay off, but even that was blurry, now, a blend of beige and white with nothing to interrupt it. Oikawa was talking again, but you didn’t want to listen. You couldn’t be sure of how long you’d been here, but it was long enough to know things were easier, when you didn’t listen to him.

A few words made it through the haze, though, once your gaze drifted to his face and you saw his lips moving. “So pretty,” He muttered, his voice low, just quiet enough not to be affected by the way he thrust into you, measured and erratic, at the same time. There was a spark of pain in your hips, strain in your thighs, and you realized he was holding your legs, one thrown over his shoulder and a thigh pressed into his side, his nails biting into your skin. It hurt, but in a distant sort of way. The pain was cold, like a knife cutting dead meat. Something that elicited a feeling similar enough to be recognized, but missed the mark and landed somewhere alien, instead. “My pretty little girl, my stubborn sweetheart, mine,” He went on, almost incoherently. He didn’t think you were listening, and to his credit, you really wished you weren’t. “Mine, mine, mine. Perfect and beautiful and mine.”

His hips slotted against yours, his cock hitting something soft and spongy inside of you, and you couldn’t seem to smother the shudder that worked its way through your body, that dull electricity that had your nerves standing on-edge, your back arching, a pitch whine snaking out of your throat that would’ve been painful to swallow down. It was less of a reaction and more of an impulse, something you were too worn-down to fight off, but Oikawa’s lazy grin still widened as he leaned down, nipping at your jugular. “Like that?” He asked, the words nearly muffled by your skin. “Does she wanna be mine?”

You didn’t deny it. You didn’t have time to try. His lips were on yours before your could, the collision sudden and messy and harsh. You pulled at your restraints, but Oikawa’s only response was to groan against your mouth, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek, to clamp down around your jaw and hold you in place as he raked his tongue over yours. It was the first time he’d kissed you, beyond chaste pecks and bites that spoke more to his bloodlust than his fondness.

It was the first time he’d kissed you, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him, you could hardly bring yourself to think about Oikawa. All you could do was remember the last time someone had kissed you like this.

All you could do was remember him.

It was a flood of information, too much to process at once. The house you grew up in, back in Japan, and a boy sitting on your bed with pretty eyes and a stern scowl and the lightest blush painted across his pale skin. How he’d tasted, the way he’d way he kissed you - shyly but fiercely, like you were the only thing that mattered to him, the only thing he was willing to dig his nails into and keep. The phone calls at midnight, the afternoons you spent on the bleacher’s of your high school’s gym, the friends that avoided you and the arm that was constantly wrapped around your waist, holding you just tightly enough to make breathing a little harder than it should’ve been.

The ring he’d tried to give you, after graduation, the one you’d never gotten a chance to wear. How he pushed his bangs away from his face as he tried to shove his way into your apartment, yours, not the one you’d shared with him and fled from, the first time he'd lost his temper. The restraining order that never stopped him, and the feeling of his hands around your neck, everything. Everything you’d tried to think of as an accomplishment. Everything you wanted so badly to think you were in control of, even as you bought a plane ticket and packed your bags and ran, just to get away from it. Everything you’d been stupid enough to think you could avoid, with Oikawa.

You couldn’t be sure when you started crying, but you must’ve. There was a cracked sob before you started talking, and then something you could only barely recognize as your own voice. “Tobio,” You gasped, flinching into yourself. There weren’t tears, but your eyes were wide, burning. You didn’t want Kageyama to touch you. Someone was touching you, and you didn’t want Kageyama to touch you. “Please, Tobio, it hurts, it-- I can’t-- I can’t breath--”

Finally, Oikawa stilled, pulling back just enough for his confused expression to be visible. He didn’t try to hide it, bewilderment mixing with offense before he put the pieces together, before uncertainty turned to realization and realization turned to anger. He didn’t hit you, but for a moment, you thought he was going to. It looked like he wanted to, but he didn’t.

Just as quickly, his features softened, and he broke out into a wide, forgiving smile. As if you’d only ever imagined his frown.

His next kiss was gentle, barely a shadow of his first. Soothing, in a way. It might’ve been comforting, if you weren’t so distraught. “Why didn’t you say something, angel?” It was a question, but he didn’t bother waiting for an answer. You were almost relieved. You probably wouldn’t have known what to say. “If I’d known you were scared of big, bad Tobio all this time, I would’ve done something. He’s so mean, isn’t he? Did he put his hands on you?” There was a hint of resentment in his tone, but it was easily lost under the faux empathy, the sweetness. So layered on, you might’ve believed it was genuine. You could’ve, if you tried to. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore, not while I’m here.”

“I don’t…” You tried to respond, it was a weak attempt. Now, the tears came, but Oikawa didn’t seem to have a problem brushing them away, cooing as he swiped his thumb over your cheek. “You won’t--”

“I want to keep you safe,” He corrected, before you could convince yourself he didn’t. “From Tobio, from everyone. And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you, princess?”

You wanted to feel safe. You wanted so desperately to feel safe. Running away from Kageyama hadn’t worked, not when it just led you to Oikawa, and it’d been so pointless to act like you were ever in control. You wanted to be protected. You wanted to be safe, and Oikawa seemed so sure of himself, as he started to fuck into you again, his pace considerstate and his touch loving. So loving, it was easy to think he might actually love you. More than Kageyama did, anyway, towards the end.

Maybe you would let him.

Maybe you’d try, just to see what it was like.

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it’s not pathetic // kageyama tobio x reader

Author’s Note: Your comments on my previous story led me to write this. You can’t imagine how happy comments make me, honestly. It’s people telling me that I’m valid and my writing is valid especially when I can’t believe it myself. Thank you so, so much. And for @mitzwinchester who wanted to be tagged in anything Haikyuu that I write! Thank you all so much and I hope you like this~

Word count: 4200

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Oikawa! Reader

Warnings: angst to fluff, unrequited love, slow burn

Having a crush is such a strange phenomenon.

Sometimes, people did odd things because it all began with a crush. There were people who built fantastic tombs for the ones they loved, tombs now remarked as some of the wonders of the world. There were those who would kill for the ones they loved because love meant sacrifice and some bravely embraced it if it meant seeing their loved ones happy.

Despite a great many things that told you that you shouldn’t and must definitely not fall in love with Kageyama Tobio, you went ahead and fell head over heels for him during your middle school years.

Your brother hated him, your friends despised him—especially since they were all in the Volleyball team with him, and you were there when your friends stood up against Kageyama and had him benched.

You, Oikawa (y/n), were not supposed to fall for Kageyama Tobio.

But, now that you had and it meant parting ways in high school because your darling brother was a great third year at Aobajosei. Hajime-nii even told you to not think twice. You weren’t an athlete like them, you were more inclined toward academics because that’s what you were good at.

And even though sometimes you adored Iwaizumi-nii more than your idiot show-off of a brother, you did the grandest of all idiot things and followed your heart to Karasuno.

This was perhaps where your idiocy started to punish you.

You couldn’t really name a reason why you declared going to Karasuno. Sure, Kageyama was the main reason—which sounded stupid to even you, but it wasn’t as if you were regretting it. You told your parents you didn’t want to be dubbed ‘Oikawa’s sister’ again, which was what had happened throughout your middle school years; your parents were supportive of your desire for independence, but little did they know, you were actually doing this to be closer to a boy you rarely ever spoke to.

Kageyama often times avoided you because you were Toru’s little sister and you desperately wanted to change that. It wasn’t as if Toru was overprotective, sometimes, he barely noticed you around (which was definitely a good thing), but it was Kageyama we were talking about here and there was no way in hell Oikawa would let that dark haired tsundere anywhere near you.

You had been seated next to Kageyama in your second year of middle school. For an entire semester, the two of you shared little conversations, you’d make fun of some of the teachers, catch him drifting off to sleep during boring lectures, you’d help him with English and it had even gotten to a point where he’d personally ask you to help him out with something—you adored every little exchange with this awkward boy, and you enjoyed breaking down his walls, each made sense to you, each and every interaction had you falling deeper and deeper into this pit you had dug for yourself because Kageyama wasn’t even trying to be cool.

But all semesters come to an end and so did that beautiful, glorious one. Kageyama was seated at the far end and you were placed beside Kunimi and Kindaichi, your good friends. Kunimi knew of the affections you shared for the dark haired setter but in no way could see why someone like you could even like someone like Kageyama.

You didn’t know either, really. Perhaps, it was his dedication. Maybe, it was the way he attacked what he wanted and made sure it stuck to him. In many ways, it was also his talent and how he didn’t stick to just leaving it to his talent. He honed his skills like a diamond sculptor, modelling the rock in a way that was fit only for the hardest rock in the world. Kageyama was relentless and it was this relentlessness embodied in an awkward and down-to-earth body did you fall for.

But, the thing about unrequited love was simple. There was a hidden joy to it because you didn’t know how it ended. Your mind could play countless scenarios on how it could end but none of those scenarios were real. It was like the time before the exam result, on an exam you knew you did badly, but the result hadn’t arrived yet so you were safe.

“Oikawa.”

Your heart picked up pace as your eyes widened at the familiar voice. You turned to your left and spotted Kageyama and his classmate, Hinata, staring at you. You were by the vending machine, buying a soda.

“Kageyama.” You replied, before Hinata threw a fit.

“O-OIKAWA? You mean.... t-the g-grand king—”

“If you mean my dumbass of a brother, then yes.” You folded your arms with a lazy grin, causing Kageyama to grin back. He always adored your spunk, especially when it came to your brother.

“We were in the same middle school.” Kageyama said, almost introducing you to him.

Your heart could break right now at how happy you seemed. Kageyama was noticing you, and this strange event was making you dizzy. Hinata nodded before tilting his head.

“But...” Ah, here comes the question. “Why are you in Karasuno and not in Aobajosei?”

You pursed your lips before your eyes shifted to the dark haired setter. He looked confident for a second before his eyes narrowed, turning to you for an answer. You knew he didn’t know why either, you knew Kageyama had no idea that you followed him to Karasuno. What an idiotic thing to do. There was no way he’d be impressed by something so idiotic.

“I didn’t want to be labelled after Toru-nii. It got annoying in middle school.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck.

If this excuse worked with your parents, it’d work with anyone. Hinata’s eyes widened and you could see some weird admiration settle in Kageyama’s blue orbs, but your heart fell to the ground.

“How’s practice?” You asked Kageyama, who merely nodded.

“It was nice seeing you again.”

A goodbye. Masked in a greeting. You were seriously doomed. You bit your lower lip before nodding and making way for both of them to walk past you to the vending machine. This interaction lasted several seconds. You were only hoping when the next few seconds of your interaction with Kageyama would come.

“Oikawa-chan, please go out with me!” You sighed.

Gulping once, you tried to subdue the growing nausea at the back of your throat before breathing heavily a few times and rejecting the boy in front of you. You hated doing this. He was from Kageyama’s class, and it was perhaps the fourth boy who had asked you out this semester. You secretly hoped it was Kageyama who called you out next time, but you knew deep in your heart that if any confessing was going to happen then it had to be from you.

And that left you so confused. Confused because you didn’t know if you had to confess or if confessing could lead to anywhere. While your heart hoped for Kageyama to give you a chance, you knew how things worked in his mind. He didn’t have time for relationships or crushes, he was focused on one thing and one thing only—volleyball, and you’d be damned if you even tried to take his mind off of what he loved.

You were confused half the time, and it left you tired. It was confusing because you were trying to convince your heart and spirit of something your mind knows is a lie.

However, the boy you turned down entered his class and his friends exclaimed out loud, catching Hinata’s attention.

“She turned you down, huh?”

“Damn, that Oikawa sure is hard to get.”

Hinata blinked a couple of times before turning to Kageyama and violently grabbing the boy’s attention. Kageyama scowled at him before blinking and overhearing the words himself.

“One of these days, Oikawa’s gonna wish she said yes to me.”

Kageyama didn’t know what to do with this information. He turned to Hinata, whose eyes were glowing bright.

“Why don’t you go ask her if she’s okay? I’m sure this must be hard for her!”

“Why will it be hard? She’s the one who said no.”

Hinata grumbled before rubbing his hands all over his head. Kageyama is definitely the sort of guy who’d without a second thought decline a chance to speak to a cute girl. If it was Hinata, no one would even had to tell him to do something like this—

“Fine,” Kageyama stood up, thinking of going to the vending machine on the way, “I’ll go speak to her.”

Hinata didn’t know why he suddenly felt excited for Kageyama, despite knowing that the dark haired setter wouldn’t really know how to execute this said conversation. He nodded as Kageyama headed out of the classroom in search of you, wondering what could happen. Kageyama spotted you, beside the vending machine, sitting on the bench, drinking a soda. A soft smile fell on his lips when he saw you where exactly where he was headed, meaning he didn’t have to take any unnecessary detours.

He’d always liked you, more than your brother. Of course, he respected your brother for the amazing player that he was, but personality wise, he was certain that he preferred having you around. He remembered how kind you were and how funny you were—especially when making fun of the English teacher together back in that one semester you were seated beside him. You even helped him with his homework, which he was grateful for. His pace slowed when he thought of how your eyes would light up whenever he’d enter class, and to what lengths you’d sometimes go to just greet him. And now...

...now, you were in Karasuno, despite your brother being somewhere else.

“Oikawa,” Kageyama addressed you, shocking you out of your stupor. You weren’t expecting to see him right then, “Are you okay?”

Kageyama wasn’t sure if the thoughts swirling in his head made any sense, but unlike what several people berated him as, he was not blind or oblivious to something so blatantly obvious. You were looking up at him with surprise, red dusted across your cheeks at the mere sight of him. His stomach was turning inside and out, but he somehow, anyhow, had to get this out of you.

“I’m fine, why?”

“Some idiot from my class was complaining about how you’d turned him down.”

You scoffed before looking away, “He’s an idiot, all right.”

Kageyama was quiet. He wasn’t oblivious, but he was terrible at conversation. The boy only had a few skills.

“Why did you come to Karasuno, Oikawa?”

He noticed how you paused. Funny, he thought, he’d never paid this much attention to you before. It surprised him because he’d always seen you, he’d always notice if you were in the room but he never once thought he’d ever actually paid attention to you. If he had, then it would have all made sense a long, long time ago.

A long, long time ago...

Kageyama’s eyes widened just as his heart constricted.

“You don’t really want to know, Kageyama.”

He did. He did want to know. No, actually, he knew it—he just wanted to confirm it.

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

You frowned at your feet before looking up at him. So, this is it, you thought before sighing.

“I came here for you, Kageyama. I came here because... Because I’m in love with you. I always have been.”

There was an ocean of silence between you and Kageyama just then and you felt yourself drown. You gulped before getting up, tears welling up in your eyes at your lack of an answer.

“I don’t need you to tell me how pathetic that is,” Kageyama’s eyes widened at your words, “I don’t need you to tell me that you don’t have time for anything like this. I planned on never telling you, really. I planned on keeping this to myself but turns out you’re really not that much of a dunce like my brother keeps saying.”

Kageyama desperately wanted you to meet his gaze, but you weren’t looking at him.

“(y/n)—”

“I won’t bother you, don’t worry. I’ll stay out of your way.”

It was the last time he’d see you that semester.

When Toru saw you rush into your room that evening, he knew instantly that something was wrong. But, whenever you were in a mood, it was best when he didn’t approach you because you’d snap at him for saying the wrong thing and feel worse. You didn’t realize it when you did it, but it was rather easy for you to displace your anger at your brother from whatever it was that initially pissed you off.

However, Toru wasn’t alone right then. Iwaizumi was also there, but unlike Toru, Hajime had noticed you were crying. He turned to his best friend and sighed at how hesitant Oikawa was in approaching his own little sister.

“You’re an idiot of a brother,” Hajime said, before sighing and walking over to your room.

“Go away, Toru-nii, I don’t want to—”

“It’s me, Hajime.”

When his response was followed by silence, he knew you’d open the door. Hajime stood still for a few minutes before noticing Oikawa peek from a distance. Toru burned with jealousy that his sister chose Iwaizumi rather than himself but a part of his heart burned with joy at how his best friend and sister were getting along.

When the door opened, Hajime let himself inside and closed the door behind him, knowing full well that Toru would eavesdrop with no shame. He noticed you sitting on the chair beside your study table, wiping your tears away vigorously. Hajime chuckled before sitting down on your bed, watching you with an amused expression. He knew only one thing can make a girl cry the way you were at the moment. He didn’t like it, but it’s natural.

“Who’s the guy?”

“Why aren’t you in practice?”

“It’s Monday. Now, who’s the guy?”

You chuckled at how amused Iwaizumi sounded at the question.

“Kageyama.”

Hajime’s eyes widened a bit but more so because he only wondered how Oikawa would not react to hearing this. His sister and Kageyama? This is a tale set in stone! Hajime wanted to desperately burst out laughing at Toru’s fate, but there you were, sitting down with a bitter smile on your face. Hajime’s heart broke at the mere sight.

“Did he... Did he hurt you—”

“He turned me down, haha.”

Now, Iwaizumi was confused. Turned you down? Was Kageyama blind? You were everything that Toru wasn’t. You had Toru’s passion but for studies and literature, and you were kind and gentle where Toru wasn’t. You were funny, smart and adventurous, and not to mention, really, really pretty. Hajime didn’t need to be into you to know that you were a catch, though, admitting this to himself felt strange.

“(y/n), Tobio’s an idiot.”

“That he sure is. But, I went to Karasuno for him so who’s the bigger idiot?”

Hajime couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“(y/n), you’re barely 15 years old. To make such decisions over a boy, I’d say that this love that you feel for that idiot isn’t even real.” Iwaizumi was always a rational person, but he tried his best to be kind when he called you out on this.

You chuckled bitterly.

“Hajime-nii,” He loved it when you called him that, “It has to be real.”

“What?”

“It has to be real. What I feel for Kageyama. Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurts too much to be anything else.” Your voice broke in the end, and Hajime stood up to ruffle your hair.

The door opened and there was Toru. Hajime half expected the boy to make a scene—his sister loving his greatest enemy, but Toru’s eyes were ridden with a sorrow he had never seen on him before. The brown haired setter walked toward his sister, nodding at his best friend who merely smiled before leaving the room. Toru easily picked you up before cradling you in his grip, firmly placing you on the bed before sitting beside you. You could smell your brother’s sweet-smelling shampoo (which he had stolen from you, you were sure), and you cried harder at how kind he was being.

Toru’s rough hands brushed your hair out of your face and he just sat there, in silence. As much as your brother annoyed the heck out of you, you would never change him for anyone else.

“Toru-nii...”

Toru sighed. What could he say?

“It’ll get easier.” He said, speaking with experience.

He wasn’t mad that his sister liked a guy he knows she was too good for, but there was nothing on this planet that Toru loved more than you. Volleyball? Yes, sure. But you would never, ever let him pick one over the other. You were his blood. And seeing you cry devastated him.

“Do you want me to talk to Tobio-chan? I’ll make him pay—”

“NO!”

After Karasuno’s defeat to Aobajosei around the end of that semester, Kageyama noticed the angry glares Oikawa and Iwaizumi were both giving him after the match. It was something even the rest of the team noticed, but didn’t want to comment on. However, Hinata wasn’t as thoughtful.

“Why does the Grand King and that other scary dude staring at you like you killed someone?” Hinata’s eyes widened, “(y/n)-chan!” He whispered.

Tobio frowned harder. Of course Oikawa knew. You were his sister. You must have told him and Iwaizumi and they were here to beat him up. But, you didn’t seem the type to do something so silly. But, then why were they staring at him like that?

“Tobio-chan~”

Kageyama froze when he noticed Iwaizumi and Oikawa approach him and Hinata when they were about to leave.

“Oikawa-senpai,” Kageyama turned to Hajime, “Iwaizumi-senpai.”

Hajime sighed, grabbing Oikawa’s collar from the back.

“Good game, kid.”

Oikawa definitely looked like he wanted to say something more, but Kageyama was confused. His heart was racing. Didn’t you send them to threaten him? Didn’t you tell them that he had broken your heart?

When the realization dawned on him, his own heart broke.

“Senpai,” Kageyama said, eyes widening, “(y/n)-san...” Oikawa blinked, “I haven’t seen her since... For a while.”

Hinata blinked at the setter’s sudden confession.

“We seemed to have a misunderstanding. I need to speak to her, can you... Can you—”

“If you want me to pass a message to my sister, then...” Oikawa made an ugly scowl, “Go tell her yourself, idiot!”

Kageyama could not believe that you were related to him.

Ever since you had confessed to him, ever since you had told him that you chose Karasuno for him, Kageyama’s been thrown for a toss. A part of him still felt like he was in midair, and only you could catch him. It was a strange thing, but he didn’t think he’d feel the need to see you so strongly. It was as if your confession had awoken his own feelings for you, and if this was a thing he wasn’t sure. He’d never been inclined toward anyone romantically, but then you came along, laughing and joking around—teaching him English and eyes glistening whenever he passed you by. The quiet waves, the way you stuck your tongue out when someone teased you, the way you’d stand up for yourself—gosh, you were honestly something else. He felt your absence like death—it was like missing teeth, you wouldn’t need a mirror to know that they were gone.

So, he was going to make the effort for you. It was going to be nothing compared to the effort you had made for him, but he was going to try. Because what was love if it wasn’t idiotic?

“Hinata,” The first time Kageyama addressed him without an insult, “I need (y/n)’s number.”

Hinata’s eyes twinkled.

“I don’t have it, though!”

“Idiot.”

Hinata growled, “Yamaguchi might! She’s in the same class!”

Kageyama turned toward his team approaching them, spotted Yamaguchi and Tsukishima at a distance and his scowl reappeared. He let out a sigh. He was going to do this. He was going to do this for you.

“Yamaguchi,” Kageyama was fine till here. “I...”

Yamaguchi blinked, while Tsukishima wondered what the fuck was going on. Turning to Hinata, who adorned a bright look in his eye, it looked like Kageyama was going to confess to Yamaguchi. Tsukishima could die laughing right then and there.

“Ka...Kageyama, do you... do you need something?”

“Oikawa (y/n),” Tsukishima blinked. “I need her number. She’s in your class. Do you—”

“Oh,” Tsukishima couldn’t hold back, “Does the King have a crush on someone?”

Kageyama was quiet. Yamaguchi didn’t think what Tsukishima was doing was necessary, but it was funny to see Kageyama get flustered over a girl.

“Sorry, I don’t have her number. But I think—”

“I do.” Tsukishima said, and Kageyama’s world turned upside down.

“Tsukishima,” His name slipped out of Kageyama’s mouth like bloody murder. “I need her—”

“I heard you, I heard you. But, what can I get out of this?” Tsukishima mocked, “Can I hear you say something embarrassing? That you love her?”

Kageyama stared directly into Tsukishima’s eyes.

“I’ll gladly tell her I love her over the phone if you want to, but I think it’s better if I tell her in person.”

Yamaguchi, Tsukishima and Hinata were now thrown for a toss. The blond knew right then that there was no point teasing Kageyama now. His feelings for you were something he clearly wasn’t ashamed of.

“Why do you have her number in the first place?”

“She’s class rep. We exchange notes from time to time.”

Of course, Tsukishima was smart too. That made complete sense. Once Kageyama got your number, it took him less than three seconds to make the call.

“Hello?”

“(y/n)?”

You were not used to hearing Kageyama calling you by your first name, but for some reason, you couldn’t stop picturing it now that he had.

“K-Kageyama? How do you—”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Don’t you have a game? With... With my brother’s team! What happened? Did you—”

“We lost.”

Your heart fell, but strangely, you didn’t feel too bad. “Kageyama, I’m so sorry—”

“(y/n),” He couldn’t believe how calm he felt right then, “I’m sorry.”

In an hour, you agreed to meet him outside your house. Oikawa and Hajime were no where around, and you hoped they wouldn’t barge in on whatever this conversation was going to be about. You stepped outside the gate and spotted Tobio in the distance. He was still wearing his sweats and jacket, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Kageyama!”

Tobio noticed you and his face heated up. It was the first time he was seeing you without your uniform. He approached you and instantly bowed, as if to apologize.

But, what came out of his mouth was,

“I love you, (y/n)! I think I’ve always had feelings for you, but I didn’t realize until you told me!”

Your eyes widened at his words, you almost couldn’t believe it. And why the heck was be bowing?

“Stop bowing!”

When Kageyama stood in front of you, you realized how tall he was. It was abnormal, but you were Toru Oikawa’s sister.

“Why did you... Why did you turn me down then?”

Kageyama blinked, “I didn’t. You ran off before I said anything.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. A hand went to your cheek and you pinched as hard as you could, but a second later, Tobio’s hand rushed to yours and pulled it down.

“It’s not a dream...” His voice was soft, you never heard him whisper before.

While his hand was still in yours, you felt tears rush to your eyes. He stepped one step closer to you before smelling your hair. It reminded him of something but he couldn’t quite place his finger as to where it was from.

“It’s not pathetic,” He said, confusing you. You look up at his soft smile and how his eyes were fixed to your form, “You coming to Karasuno for me.”

You blushed when he made it sound like that.

“I’m so thankful that you did. It would have been tragic if I figured out I loved you and you were not near me.”

“Well, that’s how it was for me.” You said, pouting.

Kageyama nodded.

“I want to make up for all that time.”

Without another thought, you embraced him, his fingers still entwined in yours, as Kageyama slowly let go, only to wind his hands around your form.

“I love you.” He whispered again.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“Don’t push me.”

“I love you, too,” you say this time. “So much.”

A second later, Tobio finally understood where he smelled your hair from.

“You smell like your brother.”

“Why do you know what my brother smells like, Kageyama?”

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minghaocouture · 4 years

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The Flower Path Grows Thorns: Chapter 3

Pairing: Vampire!Xu Minghao x Human! Reader Genre: Romance, Fantasy, light Suspense, Non-Idol Au Warnings: Language, mentions of home invasion WC: 4.9K AU Info: Lore Info/ Vampire Coven Info Tag List: @smthingabtlove

A/N: So i restarted this chapter like 4 times because I just didn’t like how it was going. I’m a lot more satisfied with this! Also like to give a shout out to my bro in Discord, Writer Bot. The only reason I wrote this chapter instead of procrastinating it.

Chapter List: One//Two//Three

Jan. 25th, 2021

“So you’re…”

“A Vampire, yes. Should I show you my fangs to prove it?”

The way he watched you, his brown eyes seemed to pierce right to your very core. It was unnerving, and it definitely wasn’t helping how panicked you already were. You had been brought to this bar for safety reasons. At least, that was what that woman-no that vampire, Soonhee, had told you. She said it would be safer in here than it would be out on the streets, or even at your apartment, and it would only get more dangerous for you as night fell.

“No, that’s fine. I’ve already seen enough to believe you,” You murmured, adjusting yourself on the rather stiff twin mattress you were sitting on. Taking a look around, you could tell that this room wasn’t used often. A fine layer of dust coated the furniture and packed boxes were scattered haphazardly around the room, almost as if they had just moved in.

“Pretty lucky that Soonhee found you, huh?” The male mused, Soonhee said that his name was Minghao. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, he probably didn’t even care if you lived or died. So why was he doing this? Why sit around and babysit you when he could be doing...whatever it was that vampires did when they weren’t terrorizing humans.

The silence that followed his question felt like a weight crushing you, but you didn’t know what he wanted you to say. Yes you were lucky? If she hadn’t found you then you would have been dead once the sun set? The thought alone had you shaken to the core. Despite your silence, you refused to look away from the black haired male. The sinking fear that he would attack you lingered, despite Soonhee’s words. You were truly alone here.

“You don’t have to be scared of us.”

If you hadn’t been staring right at him and seen his lips move, you wouldn’t have believed that this man had just spoken to you. Once again, his eyes seemed to examine you taking in every detail of your tensed form.

You don’t really know what came over you, but before you realized it you had stood from the bed. Eyes never leaving his, as your fists clenched in frustration.

“I don’t have to be scared of you?! How can you even say that!?” You knew that this outburst would get you nothing, but you were upset. Your whole world felt like it had been turned upside down. Yet here this man was, a man who only survived by drinking the blood of people like you, telling you that you had nothing to fear. “Just put yourself in my shoes for one second, and then tell me that again. I can’t trust anyone here, for all I know you all could be planning to kill me right now. If that was the plan then guess who wouldn’t know until it’s too late, oh right, that would be me!”

Usually you were a pretty mild tempered person, you didn’t like conflict or yelling at people. This though, this was something entirely different. Right now you were terrified, nothing was certain and that uncertainty, that unknown aspect of this situation was terrifying. Not to mention that you had just found out that species other than humans existed. The stress of the situation was definitely getting to you.

Minghao didn’t seem phased by your outburst, he continued to simply lounge in the rather uncomfortable looking wooden chair. Once again an oppressive silence fell over the room as the two of you locked eyes. After a moment, he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees with what looked like a smile on his face.

“Feel better?”

You raised a brow at the man, confused by his words before realizing that...yes you did actually feel a tiny bit better. Not great obviously, you were still extremely distressed, but the load seemed to have lightened ever so slightly. Silently, you nodded. His face brightened ever so slightly as he leaned back in the chair once more.

“Holding things like that inside will just make you feel worse,” he explained, almost as if you were a child. Were you a child to him? A silence fell over the room as you stared at him, feeling a bit more at ease now...but only a little bit.

"Follow me."

He didn't bother to wait for an answer from you before he stood from his chair and made his way towards the door. Simply stopping once he grabbed onto the door handle so that he could look back at you, an expectant look on his face. You were practically frozen, the shift in his attitude had you dumbstruck. Unsure of where he was planning on taking you but at the same time you didn't really have any reason to decline, you were already in danger no matter where you were. So you followed after him, down the stairs that you had climbed to enter their living quarters. Taking a right turn at the end of the stairs, entering the double doors that led to the bar.

It wasn't all that crowded tonight, you noticed, it being a Monday night it wasn’t too surprising. You took a moment to look around, watching dancers out of the small designated area looking like they were having the time of their lives, the patrons at the bar, laughing jovially with their friends as they drank their liquor. The loud music thumped and had your heart beating in time with the bass, which was a feeling you weren't used to but one that you didn't hate. Snapping yourself out of your stupor you noticed you were losing Minghao, and quickly made your way over to him as he sat down in front of the bar and gestured for you to do the same.

"You are legal right? We can't afford to lose our liquor license." You nodded, a bit confused as to why he was asking. This certainly wasn't the time to be drinking right?

Apparently you were wrong.

"Hey, Junhui, can you get this one a screwdriver?" He called out, completely disregarding the fact that the male behind the counter was currently in a conversation with a customer. The man in question, Junhui apologized to the woman he was speaking to before he made his way over to Minghao. You assumed that this man was also a member of the coven that Soonhee had spoken to you about, her coven, and it had you wondering how all of their members were so beautiful. You were practically stunned by the blonde behind the bar, his black muscle tee was a little big on him but it hung in all the right ways and he was working those leather pants.

"Thanks for that Hao!" He exclaimed, knowing that he wouldn't be heard over the music. "I thought I would never get away from her, you know how Joy gets when she drinks." Then his attention turned to you and his brows furrowed, obviously confused a bit by your appearance. The way your eyes probably screamed 'i've been crying' definitely was a cause for concern. He glanced back over at Minghao and raised a brow.

"This is Y/N." Was all Minghao gave him and it surprised you and seemed to surprise Junhui as well. The man quickly got to work though, making the requested drink for you before sliding it across the bar.

"So, what brings a little human into the bar and with Minghao no less?" You weren't too sure how to answer that, so you took a sip of the drink. The mix of orange juice and alcohol slid down your throat with ease, it was well mixed, which was something you had issues at with other bars in town. They would always make your drinks far too strong or too weak, this was nice. Before you could think of a proper response, Minghao spoke up again.

"I'm watching her. a favor for Soonhee."

"Soonhee??" His brows furrowed at the name, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "She's still on house arrest? Why couldn't she watch the Y/N herself? Or better yet, why does she need to watch over her in the first place?" The friendly face didn't seem as friendly anymore, obviously something was up. Something that you weren't privy to. This line of questioning had Minghao sighing once again, he seemed to sigh a lot.

"It's a long story, but...she found a stray feeding. Soonhee thinks the stray is gonna come after y/n so she asked me to watch over her tonight while she tried to figure out a plan." Junhui's frown seemed to sink deeper the more Minghao spoke, brows furrowing in frustration. He leaned over the counter, closer to Minghao in an attempt not to be heard and he probably wouldn't have been had you not been sitting right next to Minghao.

"She’s supposed to be on house arrest! We can’t afford for her to start another fight with that wolf pack."

"I gave her permission." Was all Minghao said in response, as if it was just that simple. It was Junhui's turn to sigh now, retreating back behind the counter and running a hand through his sandy brown hair. He gave Minghao a look that said ‘we’ll talk about this later’ before his attention returned to you and he smiled once again, trying to be calm when you knew that he had seemed furious just moments ago.

"Sorry, I'm sure this has been a rough day for you," he began, and you were almost surprised at the soft look held deep within his eyes. He seemed so kind hearted, unlike the other Vampires you had met. Which isn't to say that Soonhee and Minghao were bad but they just seemed a little more...rough around the edges. "Order anything you like, Minghao i'll watch over her. Can you go clean up the storage room so she has a place to sleep? We can't send her home if a stray is hunting her."

Usually you would have immediately rejected the offer, not wanting to bother your hosts. This time was a different story, you certainly didn't feel safe returning home tonight. Your small apartment would do nothing to keep you safe from a Vampire if it decided to attack you.

You watched as a silent debate seemed to begin between the two males, before Minghao relented and stood from his stool. He placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch a bit in surprise.

"Just come back to the room if he gets to be too much." With that, he returned upstairs leaving you alone with this new man. You swallowed deeply, swirling the contents of your glass. As Junhui watched his friend leave, grumbling something under his breath about Minghao and Soonhee but you couldn't quite make anything out. With that, he turned back to you, that same friendly smile on his face.

"Let's try this again. It's nice to meet you y/n. I'm Junhui, most people just call me Jun."

***

Present day, May 4th, 2021

"Thanks for the water." You muttered, taking a sip of said liquid. You weren't quite sure how much time had passed since you had entered the room with Minghao. It had to have been at least an hour at this point if not longer.

Your eyes returned to Minghao as he lounged on the second couch in the room, his arm resting over his eyes as he did so. It reminded you of the way models would pose, and once again you found yourself staring at him without even realizing it.

"I would say take a picture, it'll last longer but that wouldn't really work in my case." He muttered, he almost sounded amused at you, as if he could feel your stares on his frame. Quickly you divert your attention to the water bottle in your hands, tugging at the label as you tried to distract yourself.

You were surprised that he had given you anything, Soonhee had said that he was strict about not handing out snacks or other things to the attendees but when he had noticed the sweat dripping down your face, he proved her wrong. This night hadn't truly changed your opinion on Minghao, he still seemed pretty standoffish and almost rude but despite that you could tell that he was in fact kind. He had layers, what was it that Shrek said? He was like an onion.

Shaking your head and swallowing your pride, you decided to speak up again. Despite how embarrassing the question was.

"Are all Vampires as pretty as the members of your Coven?"

This question had Minghao's arm off of his eyes as he rolled over to stare at you, dumbfounded at the question. It was silent for a moment before the male's loud laughter filled the room. You were surprised to say the least, you had never really seen the male with any sort of extreme emotion. Just stages of mild amusement or irritation, never full out laughing. You had to admit that it wasn't a terrible sight to see, he seemed almost relaxed as he laughed. Tears welling at his eyes as he did so. He quickly wiped his eyes and sat up, a grin lingered on his lips.

"No I've met some pretty ugly Vampires," he confessed. "Don't mention this to anyone, but once every few decades. The leaders of all the Covens in the country have to meet up for bullshit political reasons, and one year I had to stand in for Soonyoung. Let me tell you, the head of the Council is probably the ugliest man I've ever seen. Kind of an asshole as well, I'm not sure how Junhui kisses up to him like he does." He seemed so amused as he recalled the incident with the High Council, and was laughing all over again.

"Let's just say, i'm not allowed to stand in for Soonyoung again. He didn't like how...straight forward I was."

"What did you say to him??"

Minghao shrugged, leaning back on the couch once again. "Just called him an outdated asshole who needed better fashion sense. That old man is younger than Junhui but somehow makes himself seem centuries older just because of his fashion choices. Give me five minutes to fix his wardrobe and he'd be a whole new man."

This brought laughter to the two of you. It was nice, moments like this. Sure you joked around with your brother and your coworkers but you hadn't felt as at ease as you did right now. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you were safe down here. Once you left this building, paranoia clung to you like a bad stench. It wasn't something you enjoyed living with.

After the laughter subsided, Minghao took his phone from the pocket of his pants to check the time. With a small sigh he stood, running his hand through his hair again, a habit you were slowly catching the more he did so.

"It's about 2 am, I should probably switch out with Junhui so that he can get his turn."

The mention of leaving had that ever present sense of fear returning to you, but you said nothing about it. Simply grabbed your purse from the floor and stood, keeping a tight grip on the strap of the bag.

Minghao led you out of the room and back up the flight of stairs to the room that you had left Soonhee in. Now she was alone in the room though and almost looked as if she were about to fall asleep. As he passed, Minghao smacked the back of her head lightly and ignored the loud yelp that left her lips as he did so.

"Get back here and fight me like you mean it." She groaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. You were pretty surprised at how tired she seemed, from what you had been told and had observed on your own, this was the natural time for her to be awake. Yet here she was, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Yeah sure, and then i'll have to deal with your dumb dog boyfriend being upset if I actually hurt you." He retorted, not turning back to look at her before he exited the room. Leaving Soonhee to curse irritation as he did so. You giggled a bit and gave her a small wave goodbye before you followed him through the door and back to the main bar area of the building. Figuring this was where you would part ways, you started to make a beeline for the door, only to have your wrist caught in his grasp as you tried to pass him and to be tugged back to his side.

"Junhui," he called. The male in question, turned his gaze away from his customer to face the end of the counter where Minghao was standing. "I'm taking this one home and I'll be back to cover for you in a bit."

He was what? He hadn't mentioned that to you before, but just as you were about to protest Junhui gave him a thumbs up. Then you were being dragged out of the bar by your wrist. You practically tripped over your own feet as you tried to keep up with him.

Once outside, he waved to Gahyeon as the two of you passed, paying no mind to the questioning look on her face. You shrugged when her gaze landed on you and then continued to follow after Minghao. He walked with confidence, as if he knew where he was going and you didn't stop him since thankfully he was headed in the right direction.

It was silent between the two of you again as you walked, passing by other bars and clubs on the streets. Because of your awareness of the supernatural now, you could tell that a few of the people waiting to be let into these different places...weren't exactly human. It made you wonder how much the other races out populated your own, and how humans weren't extinct yet. As the club district slowly faded into the background, you finally had the nerve to speak up.

"You didn't have to walk me home you know."

He shrugged, the moonlight shined down on him and made him almost seem like he was glowing. You found yourself thinking about how beautiful he was, definitely not a first for tonight. That was an embarrassing thought that you would have to come to terms with later.

"It's late, and you were practically trembling when I mentioned the time."

"I could have just been cold?"

"You weren't."

It was almost ridiculous how well he was able to read you, simply an open book in his hands. Trying to ignore the heat that had made its way to your cheeks, you grew silent once again. The only sounds that echoed through the night were that of your own footsteps and of the very few cars that passed down the street.

You reached an intersection and he went to continue straight, when you should be turning. Instead of simply speaking to him, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Reaching out and grabbing his wrist you dragged him down the correct street. You couldn't help but grin as you heard the small surprised noise he made.

The rest of the walk continued in silence, and soon enough you found yourself in front of the door to your apartment. Taking out your keys you quickly unlocked the door before turning back to face him.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" This caused him to raise a brow, curious at your word.

"Tomorrow?"

"I was planning on actually visiting the bar as a patron tomorrow. I've only been there for business so I wanted to actually go for fun." You explained, you were also wanting to see Soonhee again. You hadn't really sat down and spoke to her since January, so you wanted to make sure she was okay too. You were also curious about what Minghao had said to her in passing.

The man in question nodded, face blank in his natural expression. It was in that moment you wished you could read him like he could read you. You were curious what could possibly be going on in his mind right now, but alas you weren't like him. You were just an ordinary human.

After a moment, a small almost soft smile made its way to his face. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," With nothing more to say, he turned on his heel and began the walk back to the bar.

Turning the knob to enter your apartment you let out a breath that you hadn't realized you had been holding in. Leaning against the wall so you could take off your shoes without falling over, you then made your way towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water before you went to bed. You had an early shift again tomorrow so you needed to get to sleep soon or you'd have trouble waking up.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket as you took a drink from your glass, you checked the schedule to see who you would be working with tomorrow. It was a pretty small shop so it didn't have too many employees in the first place, but you had to admit you were pretty pleased to see that you worked with Hoseok again tomorrow. For a second you thought about inviting him to the bar with you, before you realized that you weren't sure if he was aware of the existence of the supernatural. It's not like you could just bring it up in conversation to ask either, since he would think you were crazy if he was unaware.

Finishing your water you set your glass down in the sink and made your way towards your bedroom, flipping the light switch on so you could see. Only now, you wished that you hadn't. The room was just as you left it for the most part, but one thing stood out. A framed photo of you with your family lay resting on your pillow, as if someone had moved it from it's position on your dresser and placed it there. Your heart practically stopped as you stared at the photo in terror.

How did it get there? There were no signs of forced entry in the house, and none of the windows had been left open. You grabbed the photo and quickly returned it to its position on your dresser before grabbing the baseball bat from under your bed that you kept around for self defense.

All you could hear was the pounding of your heart as you made your way through the small apartment, throwing open every door to see if the intruder was still in your home. Not even the shower was off limits during your search.

Finding the house to be empty of anyone besides yourself, you let out a breath of relief before collapsing on your couch in the living room. Anxiety filed your gut as you tried to think of what possible measures you could take tonight to protect yourself. You tried your best to quell the shaking in your hands, you couldn't panic right now or you definitely wouldn't feel safe enough to sleep. Standing once again, and taking the bat with you, you quickly got to work.

Grabbing your pillow and blanket from your bedroom, you threw them haphazardly onto your couch. You figured it would be safer to sleep in there considering there was only one window as opposed to the three in your bedroom. After that your attention turned to the coffee table, you threw all the magazines and basically anything that was on top of the table onto the floor. Proceeding to lift the table and carry it down the hallway so that you could prop it in front of your bedroom door knob, if that was the way the intruder entered then he would have to shove the table out of the way to get into the hallway and the sound would wake you up. It wasn't much but it was all you could do, having nothing that you could put on the window in the living room.

Taking your bat tightly in your grasp you lay down on the couch, to try and sleep for the night.

***

"Hao! You're so late!" Junhui complained as Minghao returned to the bar, his lower lip jutted out into a pout as he crossed his arms over his chest. The male in question shrugged, climbing over the counter to take Jun's place. He had expected Junhui to leave right away, but he didn't. A look of concern had replaced the childlike pout on his features.

"How did she do?"

"She was fine. We basically just stopped and went depending on how she felt." It wasn't all that big of a deal to Minghao, but he was curious as to Jun's interest. Knowing his friend's history, Junhui had sworn off getting close to humans, which was why it didn't surprise Minghao when Junhui got with a Winter Fae. It was simpler for him that way, less dangerous. Yet here he was, worrying about the well being of a human.

He watched as Jun sighed in relief, a smile on his face once again. Slapping Minghao's back and a quick word of thanks was all the younger Vampire was given before Jun hopped the counter and bolted down the hall so that he could feed. Minghao rolled his eyes and got to work, helping the few customers that were sober enough to still order drinks. The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly and eventually it was time to shut down.

As Minghao began kicking out a few drunks, recognizing two of them as members of the wolf pack that Wonwoo belonged to, he saw the patrols finally returning. He almost found himself pouting as he realized that he would have to listen to their reports since Junhui had apparently just ditched him for the rest of the night, which was kind of annoying but to be expected. Junhui always needed some time to himself after feeding, it was just how it went.

The reports from Yuna, Eunbi, and Hyunjin were pretty standard, Kevin's seemed to be a different story. He returned to the bar, blood dripping from a wound on his forehead and parts of his clothing were ripped, but he seemed pretty casual about it. Very Kevin-like attitude. Well if he wasn't worried about it then Minghao wouldn't worry either.

"So?" He questioned, watching as Kevin grabbed a clean rag from behind the counter to clean the blood with.

"Well, guess who's back." He groaned, wincing a bit as he dabbed at his open wound. Well that was annoying, but it made sense. If he was tracking y/n then of course he would come back when you returned to town. Now though, Minghao had to decide if he was going to tell you. You were already on edge enough as it was without him telling you that you were in danger once again, the only thing that he found odd was that from what you had told him...you hadn't been attacked while you were outside of the town. So why did he wait until you came back to start causing trouble again?

"He has friends this time. Remember that Coven of Strays he mentioned? Well they aren’t just stray Vampires, let me tell you. We had some Fae, we had some wolves. It sucked when they tried to jump me but I ran like hell to get away. No way am I taking on strays, wolves, and fae by myself. I ain't stupid." Minghao didn't think he would ever get used to Kevin's way of speaking, but at least it was funny most of the time. This time, not so much.

It had been one thing for a single stray to be in the town, but having 6 of them wandering around. Well that was a different story. He'd probably need to call Soonyoung and see if their leader could come back to help run recon, it would be much easier if he was actually around.

"Glad you made it back alive, have Yuna patch you up and then go and get some rest." Minghao was grateful that Kevin had fed before going out tonight or it probably would have been a bit herder for the male to get away.

At his elder's words, Kevin turned to head upstairs and Minghao got to work once more. After he was sure that there were no more patrons, he quickly locked up the building and began the irritatingly long process of cleaning up for the night. As he did, he pulled his phone out and used his speed dial to call Soonyoung. The line rang for quite a while and Minghao was almost certain that the man wasn't going to pick up, which would have made his job a lot more annoying. To his surprise though, he was greeted with the familiar loud voice of one Kwon Soonyoung.

"Hao! You never call me!" He exclaimed, and Minghao could practically see the bright grin that his elder would be wearing. It exhausted him just to think about how much energy his Venture had. "Usually I only hear from Jun!"

"You’d hear from me more if you were ever around, but that’s not why I’m calling. I've got some news," he began, as he spoke he pulled the broom out of the storage closet and began sweeping slowly. He wouldn't be able to seriously start cleaning until he was off the phone but he needed to at least start it. "We have a situation and we might need you back from....wherever the hell you are."

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Without You

John Shelby x Reader

Plot: John's assistant is dating Finn but recently they've been arguing more, yet to make matters even worse Y/N has fallen for John. At Grace and Thomas's engagement party they get too close for comfort.

Note: Super angsty, tw and cw for alcohol, smoking, drug mention, cheating and suggested smut at like a 12A level

"Fucks sake, what are we gonna do with you Y/N eh?" Arthur groans, swatting your grasping hand away from his jacket pocket, pulling out his cigarette box.

"Nothing unfortunately Arthur, stuck with me begging for cigs until your brother shows up." You pause, plucking a cigarette out and gesturing to Arthur to light you up; he huffs but obliges. It was no secret that old grumpy Arthur had a soft spot for you, in fairness most of the Blinders did. From the lads who patrolled the streets at night to the Shelby brothers themselves, you were fondly thought of and not just for your looks, but your intelligence, wit and charisma.

"Which brother are you waiting on this time then?" Arthur murmurs back with a smirk, carefully lighting the tip of the cig which hung between your coloured lips, earning an eye roll from you in return.

"Finn obviously."

"You're not overly picky about it though are you?" He prompts, raising any eyebrow. You felt your jawline flush with heat, you knew yours and John's chemistry hadn't gone unnoticed since you became his assistant just three short months ago but you hadn't known the office gossip had risen through the ranks of the business.

"Get me a drink?" You shoot back, he luckily is easily swayed out of that line of conversation and heads off to the bar leaving you alone in the booth. You hoped he'd thought you acted nonchalant but if Arthur knew, who else did? You knew Finn was oblivious. Michael had adopted a really annoying habit of raising his eyebrows whenever he spotted you even close to John or as soon as you said his name since he'd caught you staring at John at the Garrison when you were too pissed to care last month. For a psychic Poll seemed none the wiser. Tommy obviously knew and had appointed you as John's assistant to make a point.

You hadn't meant to of fallen for John. You were meant to be dating his younger brother. Since you'd moved to Birmingham a year prior you'd been close with Finn, but recently everything had changed. Finn was more withdrawn and seemed to only want to sniff Tokyo with Michael and Isaiah and commit arson when they got bored. Now most your nights were spent in the Garrison with Ada and the other brothers.

It wasn't like you and Finn were deeply in love. You just enjoyed his company, you made a good partnership but there was little passion. You didn't feel the draw you had to John with Finn, which made you feel endlessly guilty. It could've been so easy with Finn. Much easier than the awful tension between you and John which was overall pointless and exhausting.

A pair of strong arms encircled your waist and a kiss is pressed to your cheek, you offer a small smile, folding your arms onto his.

"Promise me our engagement party won't be as dead as this." Finn murmured into your ear, you release a small giggle in return, you felt cruel to be laughing at Grace and Thomas after everything they'd been through but you just couldn't deal with arguing with Finn tonight. He seemed to be in a better mood than he had lately, maybe you could make it work? You had your good moments after all. He quickly pulls away as Arthur heads back over with John trailing behind him, he pauses and traces your figure quickly before brushing his thumb over his bottom lip, suddenly in deep thought.

"You look nice Y/N, one of Ada's?" He asks, mouth slanted in approval of the fitted red dress, as he slides into the seat across from you. Yet he does not wait for a response instead he launches back into deep conversation with his brothers.

You sip from your glass of vodka in silence, watching Thomas and Grace dance and talk to their guests. That could easily be you and Finn in a few years. You recoil from the thought before a guilty pang arises squeezes deep within your chest. Shit.

Fuck it. You stood on shaky legs, you needed to get away from it all. You deserved a nice night. Whatever happened to just having fun? You headed to the dance floor where Liz and some of the other blinder wives and girlfriends were congregated.

Suddenly you were lurching away from the bar towards a woodpanelled back room. You had no idea how long you'd been dancing but your feet were burning, makeup smeared and heels cradled in your hand. Your shaking hands grab the brass handle and after great difficulty finally prised the door open and slammed it behind you, clutching you head at the bang. Your spine pressed against the heavy oak door, the cool air and silence enveloping you in relief.

"Y/N?" A low voice murmured somewhere in the depths of the dimly lit room. You opened your eyes, your pupils taking the time to adjust, finally making out the gloomy yet broad figure of John Shelby.

"Sorry John I'll leave you to-"

He cut you off by reclining further on the sofa, crossing his leg across the other, obviously relaxed in your presence.

"No, it's mad in there. Come on, rest for a bit."

He didn't need to tell you twice. You sat next to him on the luxiourously upholstered leather sofa, your bare knee just brushing his suit clad thigh, causing you to swallow deeply. You sit in silence, stealing a glance at him. He has his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his strong jawline catching in the flickering light. You swallow deeply, despite your intoxicated state you're more than capable of understanding how beautiful this man was. A slow smile brushes across his lips as he lazily opened one eye.

"You enjoying the view or sommet?" He teased.

"Or sommet." You replied flatly, breaking away from his stare.

"I'm not sure Miss Y/L/N. If Polly saw us now, right now. Just us, a dark room, sitting so close, anything could happen."

"Fuck off."

He chuckled, jostling your shoulder. When you moved your shoulder away he pauses, grabbing your chin and turning your head so that you have to look in his eyes. All amusement and playfulness has drained from his face, his expression softened with concern.

"What's up with you? You've not been yourself lately. "

"I'm fine."

"You're not. Come on tell me what's happened."

"Nothing just tired."

"Don't bullshit me, I know you. I know when you're hiding sommet." His face is so close to yours, you can feel his warm breath across your cheeks. You should pull away. You should get up and walk out of the pub. Go home and sleep it off. Wake up next to Finn. Settle down with him. Do what you're meant to.

"You have to tell me what's wrong. I don't like talking to anyone but you, without you I'm pretty much fucked."

You should do what you're meant to.

But you don't.

Instead his fingers find the back of your neck and you grasp the collar of his jacket, your propelled closer towards him, you lean forwards and close the gap breaking the two of you apart- your lips pressing against his firmly. He's shocked. He breaks away momentarily but suddenly pulls you closer to him, unable to reject you. You push his shoulder back and move on top of him, pressing him back into the soft leather. His fingers trace shapes across your waist and hips, soaking up the sensation of your hips against his, how helpless he feels that he can't stop himself. His mouth finds your neck as his hands wander lower, a soft moan encouraging him to whisper nonsensical yet affectionate phrases against your bare skin between bruising kisses. Rough fingers desperately fiddle with the ties on your dress before grasping at your shoulder blades, though he was trying to understand every inch of you. You'd never of expected him to be this way. From the rumours you'd heard expected him to be dominating you completely and ripping your clothes off but instead he was desperate for you, he was rough of course but the way he complimented you and affectionately touched you it was obvious he'd wanted you for a long time.

A loud cough came somewhere from behind you and John had firmly pushed you off the top of him and was standing protectively in front of your half dressed form. They're talking, well slurring to one another, a hushed argument of sorts but you're too gone to understanding what's going on completely.

Footsteps.

Michael looms somewhere above you, in a fog of black swirls.

"Come on Y/N you've had your fun. Let's get you home and sober up." He tells you firmly as he helps you stand, you stagger falling to the side but John catches you by the waist, supporting you as you steady yourself.

"You two have fucked it completely." Michael murmurs, as John helps you do up the row of buttons at the back of your dress. He pushes him off and rebuttons the closure properly.

It's not clear if he's referring to just the crooked red silk buttons.

"Y/N we need to get you home. John-"

"Fuck off Michael." He snaps back, the realisation of what's going to happen finally cutting through the haze of his stupor.

"I'm not the one who tried to shag my brother's girlfriend." Michael states, causing John to release a frustrated groan in reply as he pours another drink. "You've had enough of that mate."

You're being led through the bustling crowd of the Garrison, Michael's strong arms steering my shoulders through the crowd.

"Y/N! We've been looking for you-" Finn yells, his smile bright as he grabs at your sleeve clumsily, but his eyes are red and dilated, he's obviously wired. He lifts your chin up and his face falls. "Y/N? Michael why's she crying what's happened?"

You hadn't even noticed the hot tears streaming down your cheeks until Finn had wiped them away with thumb and index finger, it only made you cry harder, face contorting.

"I'm taking her home Finn, she had too much to drink. You know how she can get. You stay here. I'll sort her."

Finn nods and presses a polite kiss to your forehead before losing himself in the crowd, possibly to seek the next thrill of the night. He'd soon forget you.

You were being dragged down the dark alleys by Michael, you were glad of his company even though you could tell he was furious by the rigidity of his shoulders and the way the muscle jumped in his jaw and temple. He rested your back against a lamppost as he fiddled with the key in the rusting lock, when he eventually forced the door open he pulled you into Polly's home.

You closed your eyes, exhausted and overwhelmed, letting him guide you up the stairs to his attic bedroom. You collapse onto his soft worn bed and feel the first waves of sleep crash over you. He turns off the light but before he slams the door he hesitates.

"You've massively fucked it this time."

#john shelby x reader #peaky blinders #finn shelby #michael shelby #Angst

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hoseoksactualass · 5 years

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does he feel

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut // angst

word count: almost 3k

warning/s: a lotta alcohol // unprotected sex // rebound sex // oral (male receiving)

a/n: i tried very hard to emphasise that although angsty, it’s 100% consensual, in thought and word

There's a big fucking window where you and Jungkook sit. Paint on the ledge that doesn't stop dusting and sticking onto your bums that's clearer from the glass— a grace to the whiskey he'd received from a wedding reception you down with a softdrink to chase it; the ice looks sharp and cold, but the alcohol settles hot on the pits of your stomach where you attempt to grumble for him.

But you had just a glass, so all you feel is the numb in your lips. "She said what."

"I don't wanna say it again," there's a shard of ice he downs with his seventh shot.

Perhaps it's the numbness that makes it too tiring for your mouth to run, but the whiskey is also making its way loosening your tongue, so you say "She said what" again with a lazy grit. He sighs.

"I really appreciate it. You're Jeon Jungkook, but I—"

"—just don't feel the same way," you continue for him with a poor impression of his poor impression of a tiny voice.

"—and I hope I made that clear," the tiny voice falters down to a heavy, guttural one. The bottom of his glass is an ice skating rink as he twirls the ice to a melt. "Shouldn't have liked her."

"What are you, 14? It's not anyone's fault, not your fault for that matter," you scrunch your face.

"Let me sulk," then he's pouring himself another glass. Rightly so the ice makes the fluid displace slightly. Attractive in his sad fit— hair swept up, a flush more vivid on his face when he downs the drink before you can stop him. He squints. A sharp sigh leaves his throat.

"I'm not here to pamper you," you twist your face yet again, taking the obnoxiously open bottle away from the ledge where he couldn't reach. You look into your own glass.

"But that's exactly what I called you over for." Your heart rises to your throat like the air bubbles from the pathetic amount of Cola you down with your last promising glass.

"Ugh," is all you could fathom as you put away your own finished drink. Enough so when you move your head to look, everything's off an 80's film camera with the date and time stamp and everything.

Jeon Jungkook is a fucking danger zone. Sleepy eyes when he looks at you and chin tilted up, oblivious of how perfectly chiseled his bones are. If it weren't for the occasional flirting on both ends, you would have looked away by now. Backed by your one-sided feelings, and of course it feels like shit. Of course you don't want the stab in the chest when he speaks of Eun-jae, but the temporary accompaniment is like a drug. Like a gateway to stop thinking in real time. You burp when your heart clenches.

"'Cause everyone babies me, am I right?," he bows his head faintly, hair breaking the center part and falling over his forehead. His nose is pink and his smile frames cute buck teeth. "And you baby me the best. So you're the best to drink with."

You lean on the window. The city is bathed in the sunset. It looks close. "Whatever, man. I kinda needed this too."

He lifts his arm, index finger pointing and poking at your nose. You sniffle away and swerve. "Whatever, man. You're just saying you want to get pampered too."

"With whiskey this far up your ass? Sign me out, baby," you attempt to swat his hand away, hoping that your mind does the same at his laughing eyes.

"You're tipsy after what? 2 glasses? Let me breathe here," he's still in his annoying element, hand all over your face. Born to fucking make you lose your shit, but you enjoy it. And you forget about Eun-jae as if you had downed the pain and let the temporary buzz kick in.

"It's 'cause I don't want to get wasted while you are—"

"You admit you're here for me," he squeezes your cheeks with his hand. Your lips are pushed out.

"You're a fucking meathead."

"You like meatheads. You like me." Your feelings are caught in your airway.

"I should get you water—"

"Please lay with me," he hiccups, squeeze on your cheeks weak. He drops his hand next to you, scooting himself towards you. Fuck you is what you instantly think of. Then the quick thought of laying with Jungkook follows, and you're swayed. Pathetic, sad. Your chest is warm with love, alcohol, and sorrow, and you look out the window again as if to find a way out of the conversation. You know you need one. But you don't want one.

"I'll just tuck you in and help you sober up, 'kay?," you sheepishly smile.

But he squeezes his eyes open and holds your wrists when you straighten up. His breath is concentrated, and you look at him with a sad hope. "Please lay with me."

You might see a reflection of Eun-jae in his eyes. It's the velvet in his voice that gets you. It's what he sounds like through the phone in the morning when he asks you if you're calling your day off. You promise yourself to take him to bed and sit. Just sit. But when you're there, and his clutch on your wrist shows no sign of jostling the both of you from your drunken trance, you get confused. "I'll go get water."

"No— please, _____," he tugs on you. You slouch in admission to defeat. You want to cry because of how much he leads you on. But also because by no means would you want him to stop. You know he doesn't have an explanation for the way he's acting, but you give him way anyway. "Please."

You are the worst. You're the fucking worst. You lay yourself down on your side. At an awkward distance but it's enough that you feel the air leaving him on the back of your head. "Ugh."

"Yey," he manages to croak out. The alcohol makes him put his arm around you and pull himself to you. You wince like you don't like it. "Are you okay?"

No. "Yeah. You?"

"Better," he nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck. You wince again, but you don't want to scare him away. Honestly, in the heat of the second, you feel better, too.

You promised to take him to bed and just sit.

His breath tickles.

You promised to take him to bed and just sit.

His lips are teasing.

You promised to take him to bed and just sit.

You exhale, and his arm tightens around you.

You promised to take him to bed and just sit.

He's nibbling slightly on your ear.

Just sit. "Jungkook," you almost whimper.

"Hm. I can stop." No. Don't.

"Don't want you to," you find your hand over his. He's warm, and you caress him. His hand sweeps under your shirt. There's not a hint of shy in the way his thumb brushes on the skin. Sensitive.

You can picture him. Eyes hooded when he presses his lips on the skin of your ear and neck. Wetting it. Looking at the thin strings of saliva when he pulls away. Every time you keen into him, he pulls you closer, breath heavier.

When you lift your arm, reach behind you, and brush on his hair, he simultaneously dips his hand down. Past your waistband, and you want it; you tug on his hair, and he groans. Under your good panties like you knew this was gonna happen. You lift your leg.

"Will you let me—"

"Yes."

"Hm," he breathes out. The alcohol reeks, but it's a distant sense when his finger dips across your folds, teasing a stroke against your clit. You nibble on your lip. "Hm."

You exhale tight when he rubs slow circles. Where he knows it feels good, and it does. It's a shiver— your inhale. He keeps going, pushing himself up so he could look at your face. The red of it that starts to engulf your neck.

"Moan," he mutters. He rubs faster. "Please."

You both know he doesn't have to ask when he slowly slides a finger in. His hair's getting in his eyes, but both his hands are full, and he can't peel his eyes off the sight of you when you softly moan. For him. "Jungkook—"

"Yes. That's what I want," he slides his finger out again, wiping the wetness on the hood of your clit so it lewdly slips when he rubs again.

Your love is a tight knot inside you. "Fuck—Jungkook - "

“Come here,” he takes his hand out, hold careful on your shoulders when he lays you flat down. Like he could break you. Or himself.

You look at him. Eyes teary because fuck, you had pictured what it was like to be under him like this before, or maybe because his noxious whiskey breath was starting to blind you. He stares at your lips.

“You make me forget—,” he mutters, hands finding the skin of your waist under your shirt. You’re listening. “—Eun-jae. Everything.”

But it’s the mention of her name you know he means you make him forget everything but Eun-jae at this second. That maybe it’s in the whiskey he sees her silky straight hair in yours. Her baby cheeks. Her stern eyes. So you think fuck you, Jungkook again. “Please shut up.”

You push him off only to mount him. He’s almost caught off guard; you’re backing yourself a bit, lowering yourself so your eyes are level with his crotch. With the wound in your pride, you pull his shorts off. He’s pushed himself up on his elbows, shaking his head in an attempt to swipe his hair off his face and the red of it makes him look very hot.

He’s half hard where you hold him. Gradual pressure, and you wait until you see his face wince before you spit on him. He shivers.

“Oh, fuck,” he tongues at the inside of his cheek.

You close your lips around him. Pulsing as you press your tongue on the underside, and you feel him shiver under you. You’re in a hazy stupor as you take him, hollowing your cheeks.

Jungkook feels like he’s on the edge of the universe. Apart from the fact that that he’s had his feelings fucked by a girl who rejected him with words a middle schooler would use, it’s almost like he could feel her tongue around his cock at this sharp second.

You suck him the way you know how to, and it works despite his heavy inebriation. It’s what makes him bite on his lip and his eyebrows furrow in focus, sucking air in through the clench on his teeth.

“Oh, fuuuck,” he pushes himself up even more to lock his fingers on your hair. Bobbing your head the pace he likes, and he’s hard with feelings he can tell won’t last. His lips are red and wet. “Shit—fucking— get over here,” he groans, pulling you away.

You take your clothes off in time with him. He lays you down, ogles at your body as he wraps the world around his finger. His hands stroke down your torso to your hips where he can lift your crotch against his, and he dips himself so your lips meet. He kisses you without prospect. You let him pretend he means it, and it mends your heart with stitches that will break when the sun rises.

He lets his tongue slip when he pushes himself, slow, inside you, grinding with every thrust, and a soft hold on your body to gently keep you in place. “Fuck, baby—”

You have a solid grip on the sheets under you, tugging on the black colour of it. You watch Jungkook watch his cock disappear inside you, abdomen tight and heavy, raspy breaths that tell you he wants to fucking whine the pleasure away. You want to be called baby again. “Harder.”

“Hm?—nngh- okay,” he quivers, slowing before he pistons his hips against yours, and it makes you shiver. “Shit— I should’ve - “

You try to open your eyes. “H-Huh?”

“Should’ve fucked you like this before,” he nuzzles his nose under your jaw, pressing wet kisses on the sweat of your skin.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook—”

“Yeah? You like this?”, it’s like he’s sober when he talks. An absence of slurs and stuttering, and he fucks you so sure. “Liking how I’m fucking you open?”

You miss imagining him doing the sheets you’re ruining after. The only thing you can think about is the boiling sensation under the skins, his cock audible when it thrusts in intoxicated flits. But he’s composed, eyes hooded and pupils slow when it absorbs the light of the moon seeping in. Thinking with the feeling of your cunt clenched tight around you. “God—yes, I fucking—”

Your incoherence is what gets him off. This is what gets him to stop thinking in real time, but the occasional flash of Eun-jae’s face takes place, and he wants to say something on par with how certain he was your pussy is better. “S-So wet— so fucking wet,” he whines.

“It feels so good— fuck,” you groan, your hands almost swinging to grip on his shoulders. Claw on the closest skin, and you draw him closer. He dips in nearer, but not buried enough, so he could swallow in the view of your fucked out face. Make his mind reel over the fact that it was his cock doing that.

He almost whimpers. “Yeah?”

“Thought about this before. Your cock,” you mumble.

That makes him twitch. “Yeah? Tell me what you thought of.”

“Thought about— sucking you off u-until you cum - fuck— tasting you-”

He fucks faster listening to your tongue stumble, image of your mouth dedicated on his cock until he cums. Your skin slaps. “Uh—huh- you’re - so good.”

You succumb to his praise like it initially hurt you.

“Your pussy feels so good,” this is where he dips his head into where you crane your neck, where you desire for him to leave marks, and he does. Pecks that flit redder into your skin. “So good around me—”

“Jungkook—nggh, shit- fuck,” your mind is in broken pieces. So is your heart, but you can’t decide whether it’s everything or nothing you can think about, when he fucks himself up into a winding knot inside you.

“Didn’t tell me you wanted it this bad, babe,” his breath fans against your neck. Hot. “Should’ve—fuck—told me.”

You never would have. Your abs are pulling. “I’m close—”

“Look at me when you cum.” Your thighs are trembling.

You open your eyes. His lip might bleed at how he bites down. “Jungkook,” it’s like you beg.

Everything is becoming a supercut. His prospect is an orgasm ripping out of you. It will validate him. “Fuck fuck fuck— please,” and it’s like he begs back. It’s like you both fuck with your emotions.

Your back is arching. “I’m so– fucking close.”

“Please cum.”

If you arch too much, you’ll stab yourself with your bones, but it boils into you, rips out of your throat, and your body pops in steady tremors. “Oh— fuck fuck fuck- Jungkook— there-”

His moans are garbled, muddled himself as he fucks his orgasm until he should pull out. “I—nggh, fuck-”

You’re fucked out. He cums in loads across your abdomen, strings that mirror the incoherence in his tongue, eyes almost sad and a stripe of drunken flush on his face, and you watch him.

Perhaps the heartbreak had kicked in for you. Officially. You sit up when he crashes down. Just sit.

His mind is in the condition that it manages his oxytocin lulls him to sleep. His eyes droop, and his chest heaves in rhythm with the night. He longs to sit up, clean you up, apologise if he’d fucked something up, because he sort of felt something on par with feelings in your gut where his dick was.

His room appears smaller when your vision clears. After you make sure he doesn’t straighten up to see the hot sorrow that waters your cheeks. It’s a few steps to the door and minutes more after you put your clothes back on. Your thighs are ringing. His breath sounds collected.

It’s moot— what he’ll wake up to tomorrow — the memory of fucking you into his bed or the one where he gets rejected. Not for you. It’s something you’ll remember, you’ll want to relive in the moment. Maybe soon when you stop seeing another girl in the glimmer of his eyes. But it’s arguable to you when that is ever going to happen.

You leave with a kiss on his cheek he doesn’t feel.

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fireemblem3himagines · 5 years

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Party Animal [College AU]

Word Count: 1,421 Words Pairing: Claude von Riegan/Reader Summary: Golden Deer House was the party animal house, but... he wasn’t really the drinking type.

A/N: Also posted here on AO3!

Claude’s head was throbbing.

The room smelled amazing, which should’ve been his first clue that he wasn’t in his own bedroom; the last thing he remembered was getting into a shot contest with Hilda, another mistake that he kept making. He wasn’t one to get drunk at parties, even if Golden Deer house was the one that threw them all the time. He disliked getting drunk because he lost all of his important senses, and he preferred to be in control of himself, able to think clearly if he were to get into a bind.

He only drank on rare occasions, and on those rare occasions, he tried to have Hilda watch over him.

He rolls out of the bed as quietly as he can, approaching the bathroom before freezing. This was not his room. He was in unknown territory now. He slowly turned, as though he might find a wild animal in bed next to him rather than another person, but he’s glad to see drunk him still had good taste. He’d seen you around before, you’d rejected joining any of the other houses and had instead started your own that had a handful of people in it, but you’d also attended the party last night. He remembered trying to work up the courage to actually hit on you, which is most likely what had led to-

Oh, fuck, did he ruin his chances with you?

He wasn’t the type to indulge in flings a lot, they could be fun but he just didn’t prefer putting in effort on things that weren’t going to last. He had been genuinely interested in you and getting to know you, and now he can’t even remember if you had a conversation last night before he’d jumped into your bed. He worries about what he might’ve said, he had a tendency to stick his foot in his mouth when he was sober, he can only imagine the word vomit that had come out when he was inebriated. What kind of idiot did he make of himself? Would you want anything to do with him after a one night stand, or would it just be awkward interactions from here on out?

Claude realizes he’s thinking too deeply about something that didn’t matter at the moment, slapping both of his cheeks before entering your small bathroom. He just really needed to wash his face and try to wash the taste of vodka out of his mouth, he hated the shit but it did get him drunk when he needed it to. When he partied, he went all in, something he wouldn’t be doing for another few weeks at least until he’d picked the rest of his dignity up from the walk of shame he’d have to make this morning.

Also, where was his shirt?

As much as he liked staring at himself shirtless, he needed to find that before he headed back to his own dorm. He’s thankful that his phone is in his back pocket, glaring at the nearly depleted battery life, before shooting off a quick text to Hilda.

[Claude – Hey, I think you’re fired from watching me when I party. Am I in my bedroom?] [Hilds – I didn’t realize you were payin me. If thats the case then theres a lot of backpay u owe me] [Claude – I’m on my way back soon. How’s the damage?] [Hilds – Not bad u kno how Annette gets when shes drunk, cleans up after everyone she was the last to leave last night]

Relieved that he at least wasn’t going back to a completely trashed house, just one of the many downsides to being the biggest house who throws all the parties on campus, he stuffed his phone back into his jeans and walked back into your room. He’s horrified to find that you’re awake.

Even with your hair disheveled and make-up from last night a little smeared, you still looked absolutely stunning, and he has to quite literally pick his jaw up off the floor before he can finally speak. You seemed amused at him staring at you,

“So, uh, last night, wild, right?”

‘You sure have a way with words, Claude.’ He thought, mentally beating himself up for not even trying to recover from the embarrassing things that had probably occurred last night.

Claude was trying to pry, you noticed that immediately; he really didn’t remember a thing did he? He’s the one who had insisted on coming back to your dorm, just to see what it looked like, judge your taste, that sort of thing (according to him). He was so drunk he could barely make it when you brought him, which you had decided was only because you didn’t want to leave him at that party. Hilda was inhibited herself, and after letting Marianne know, you’d taken Claude into your own hands; a weird kindness to do for a man you barely knew, but he was cute, and you didn’t want him to get taken advantage of.

“You sound like you want to ask me something, Claude. Just ask! I’m curious to hear what words you’re gonna use.”

“Did we- you know, last night?”

‘Another smooth word choice, casanova. You really have the ladies lining up, don’t you?’

“Are you accusing me of taking advantage of a drunk person?” You tilted your head and smiled, making his head spin. You were really beautiful. Drunk him was an idiot for being so obnoxious and just rushing straight into bed with you when he should’ve savored getting to know you first. He felt like some type of loser saying that, but he’d always had a thing for getting to know the people he liked; he thinks that’s his inner journalist speaking, wanting to get to know the deepest depths of people, but that’s an issue to unpack another day. “Don’t write about me in the school paper, Mr. Journalism major, my reputation would be ruined.”

“Well, I think I can forgive you for now.” He was definitely in the more scandalous position right now.

“Here, you kind of threw this off at 5am after we finally got to sleep.” You handed him his shirt that he had actually tossed across your room last night in his drunken stupor, probably preparing to have sex before his head hit the pillow and he immediately passed out. You did consider sleeping on the floor, but this was your bed, and you were an adult, and HE was the invader, so he could just deal with the fact you’d slept next to him that night.

“You need any aspirin? I was worried I was going to be taking you to the infirmary for alcohol poisoning.”

“No, no, you’ve done enough… thanks, and I’m sorry for anything I might’ve said or done.”

“Well, you just repeated ‘You’re so goddamn beautiful’ over and over again. You were slurring the whole sentence together in the end, but I still understood.” Another dazzling smile is sent his way and it pierces through his heart, he almost wants to go back to the dorm room and cry into Hilda’s bed about what a terrible impression he’d made. “Give me your number.”

“Yeah, I’ll just be- What? Wait. You want my number? Like my phone number?”

“I have a sarcastic comment waiting in the wings, but I need to flirt with you before you get drunk again and my advances have to be cancelled out so I can take care of you. Yes, Claude, I would like your phone number. Just in case you need me again, you know?” You held out your phone for him to take. “Just put it in, if you’re okay with it.”

“Of course I’m okay with it.”

‘Way to sound too eager, now they know you’re single and lonely- You didn’t even know you were lonely until your 5th shot last night.’

You giggled as you took your phone back and the sound made his heart leap out of his chest; oh what he’d do to be back in your bed right now, basking in the afterglow of actually fucking instead of just waking up with a hangover. Now that he has this number, however, he hopes your bed won’t become a stranger- and of course, he planned on properly introducing himself and wooing you before he reached it again.

“I’ll see you soon?”

“Very soon. We have parties every Saturday, and for taking care of the leader, you’ve gotten yourself a VIP ticket to every one of them.”

#Claude von Riegan #Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Fire Emblem Imagines #Claude x Reader #Scenario #College AU

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lokishornns · 5 years

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You know what would be cute? An overly affectionate drunk Loki.

Bar Hopping

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pairing: loki x reader (fem)

rating: pg13

word count: 1,820

warnings: alcohol, cursing, very very brief mention of assault (in a passing)

notes: i agree this is TOO CUTE

summary: Loki drinks and it is quickly learned he loses his filter to alcohol.

tags are open!

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Loud cheers erupt from the crowd surrounding you, suffocating any other sound that could possibly exist. You take a long sip from your water, glancing back to the stage where Tony belts out the lyrics to some ACDC song, the bar going absolutely insane. You catch a wink from Tony, rolling your eyes in response.

The Avengers, in all their post-Thanos excitement, decided it would be a fantastic idea to go bar hopping; thus, leaving you and Bucky – the designated drivers – to babysit a group of power-wielding beings that were far too drunk. This was your last destination before returning to the compound, so you mentally took note of all those that were present.

Sam had gone home with a girl at an earlier bar, Steve was currently nursing his Asgardian mead while flirting with a couple ladies, Stark was, well, being Stark, Natasha was on the dance floor, cheering Tony on. Barton had opted to stay home for this one along with Banner, leaving Thor and Loki currently engaging in a drinking competition.

“So, Doll, which girl you want to bet takes Steve home and shows him a good time?” Bucky practically yells into your ear and you drag your eyes back to Steve, now surrounded by three girls instead of two. You eye all of them, giving them a sweep of your eyes. You shake your head.

“None. He’s gonna make out with the one in the middle, but he’ll leave her high and dry,” you say, and Bucky lets out a low whistle. He holds out a hand.

“Fifty for the one on the left; you got yourself a deal,” Bucky says, humor interlaced with his words, his hand grasping tightly to yours for a shake. You smile, glancing back at the drinking competition with a wary expression. “So, what’s going on between you and Hot Topic over there?” Bucky raises an eyebrow and you have to swallow hard to keep from choking.

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask incredulously, your cheeks flushing a deep red. You’re grateful for the darkness of the bar or else you may be in for it.

“Don’t play dumb, you’ve been watching him all night. And day. And week. And mon-” You cut Bucky off with a laugh and a whack to the gut, shaking your head.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You attempt to take a drink of your water to stall from this topic of conversation, but Bucky’s glare makes you reconsider. You sigh. “I don’t know. I think it’s one-sided. You can’t ever really tell with him. But he’s sweet and fun to be around. He always makes me laugh, and sometimes it seems like he goes out of his way to do it, but I could just be going insane.” You shake your head at the thought of Loki actually caring for you in a way that surpasses the ‘friend’ boundary. “So, what’s going on with your love life?”

“Oh, no, we are not changing this subject so fast. Why don’t you just ask him out?” Bucky asks, and your mouth seems to run dry, no true answer to his question. What do you tell him? How embarrassing it will be when the one person you seemed to have fallen in love with for two years doesn’t reciprocate? How you’ll have to see his face and instead of him rejecting you being a possibility, it is truth?

“I’m not sure,” you say, a small smile turning your lips up as your eyes trace back to the gods, surprised to find that Thor had tapped out, Loki looking around victoriously. His eyes find yours and he stops his searching, blinking harshly as if you were some sort of fairytale that he wished wouldn’t go away. “But seriously, how’s your love life?” you ask Bucky, your attention ripped from Loki. You watch as his eyes light up at the mention of his interests.

“There’s this girl down in statistics named Kendra, and she and I have been talking a bit,” Bucky says, and you sense a bit of shyness in his voice. “She’s just so sweet, and her smile lights up the room. I think I’m gonna ask her on Monday.” Bucky smiles and you let out a small squeak of excitement.

“Oh my god, that’s adora-”

A loud bang from the stage makes you whip your head away from your conversation, your jaw dropping open at the sight of Stark throwing the microphone towards Loki. You know you should probably stop whatever the hell is going to happen, but you’re frozen with shock and, bad enough, excitement. Bucky follows you, a wide grin forming over his lips. Loki stumbles a bit, sticking out his hands to balance himself and steady his steps. You stifle a laugh as he rises the microphone to his lips.

“So, this one’s for a lovely lady of mine,” Loki slurs, and you wish you could laugh at his state, but his words strike you in the heart. A small flicker of hope burns in your chest and for a moment, he catches your eyes with your own. “This is our song.”

Your eyes widen as the familiar tune plays over the loud speakers in the bar, a striking contrast to the ACDC songs that were just rumbling the entire room. You put a hand over your mouth, a laugh bubbling from your lips. This was your song. You had spent countless hours with him, tirelessly teaching him the lyrics as you danced around your room. Long story short, Loki was in love with Mamma Mia.

“I wasn’t jealous before we met,” Loki practically yells, and you smile widely. “Now every man I see is a potential threat.”

You chime in with the lyrics, throwing your head back to belt out the words to ‘Lay All Your Love On Me’, wishing in that moment that you could be drunk and careless.

“Don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me,” Loki shouts the lyrics, and you swear every girl in the room swoons as, for a split second, he sings right in-tune with the notes. You catch Bucky staring at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips. You scowl, swatting his shoulder. “Hey!” Loki’s voice hollers over the lyrics. “Barnes, keep away from my girl.” You swear your face may as well be glow-in-the-dark from the shade of red it’s reaching.

“You should probably go get him,” Bucky hums, nodding his head towards the extremely drunk that’s stumbling around the stage. You nod.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you respond weakly, setting down your water. You push through the tight and sweaty crowd, reaching the stage with a huff. Loki’s continuing to sing to the song once you ungracefully climb onto stage, carefully grabbing one of his hands. “Hey.”

“Oh, love, I thought I lost you there,” Loki says, a surprising amount of relief flooding his features. You give him a strange look before you carefully pry the microphone out of his grip, handing it back to the DJ with a tight smile. You grab Loki’s hand, carefully supporting the far too heavy god as he almost falls down the stairs.

You look around helplessly, a drunk god leaning against you as you shuffle away from the stage and back to Bucky. You send him a pleading look, wondering what to do with Loki. Bucky just smiles and nods towards the door.

“You take him, I got the others,” Bucky reassures you and you draw your brows together.

“You sure?” you ask, and he nods, telling you to go. You send him a quick thanks before lugging the dark-haired prince to the door. “You’re so heavy. What did they feed in Asgard?” you huff, pushing yourselves out into the cold, night air. You feel moonlight encase the both of you, a breath of fresh – or as fresh as you can get in New York – air.

“I’m not fat, I’m thicc.” Loki smirks as if he said something clever while you just snort, rolling your eyes in response.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the car.”

The ride back is silent for a while, Loki occasionally going to play with the stereo, resulting in you slapping his hand away. You end up rolling down the windows, letting some air filter into the car as Loki moves his hand in the wind.

“Did you know you’re breathtaking?” Loki’s question slices through the comfortable question and you sense his eyes trained on you. You flick your gaze to the god briefly before turning back to the road, a scoff emanating from your mouth.

“You’re drunk, Loki. And the God of Lies, need I remind you?” you tease, your heart thrumming against your chest. You focus your eyes on the road, not wanting to meet the god’s blue and striking irises.

“No, you stole my breath away with just your face. You spoke and I feel as if you stole my heart too,” Loki mumbles, somehow becoming a better poet in his drunken stupor than you at your peak. You force a laugh, shaking your head.

“No need to be nice,” you say, turning on your blinker to turn onto the compound’s long and winding driveway.

“Honest to the gods, I think I love you,” Loki says, and you freeze, almost losing control of the car as the words shock you. You slam on the breaks, pulling into the grass to stop. You turn your body to the very confused God, his eyes wide, a permanent smirk playing on his lips.

“You can’t say shit like that when you’re drunk,” you say between gritted teeth, your chest heaving. Loki seems surprised at your small outburst, his eyebrows pulled together, a frown flipping his lips. You narrow your gaze at him. “It gives people false hope, and they like to believe it and let themselves become that hope.”

Loki’s eyes flash and for a moment, he seems to regain his normal composure, a sense of sobriety washing over him at the seriousness of the situation. He looks at you, his hand reaching out to grab one of your own. You sense there’s still alcohol in his system, but you can tell he’s about to tell the truth about what he feels.

“I love you. I truly do. I am drunk, but mead seems to pull the truth from me. Believe me when I tell you my heart stops when I see you enter a room and my head spins when you laugh. You truly are the object of my love and I would do anything for you,” Loki says, his words occasionally mixed or slurred, but you don’t mind because by the end of it, you’re doing a really shitty job of hiding a smile. “I would kiss you, but that’s like reverse assault.”

You laugh at his own laugh, smiling as he does. Yeah, maybe he does love you.

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caroline18mars · 4 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 61

With her legs shaking, she walked down the stairs, money was running a little too low again to keep ordering in, going out and getting groceries was cheaper, the only problem was that she hadn't really gone out for what? Days? Weeks? Ok, here you go, she pulled open the door and slowly stepped out onto the pavement where she was nearly run over by a guy on a bike. Hello New York, she rolled her eyes and carefully went on her way to the local supermarket, it was freezing but the sun was out, normally this would be her kind of weather, but being a bit undercome, right now it only gave her a headache. Stop moping, just keep walking, get your muscles going again and enjoy doing something brainless and totally simple, the only thing you have to do is make a choice in groceries. The supermarket was crowded and noisy and for a second she hesitated, maybe she should do this another time, no, just go in and let yourself get human again, she took a shopping basket and started her round, fresh vegetables, fruit, water, bread, vitamines were on the menu of priorities. Slowly she walked through the aisles, loading up her basket she started to make her way to the check-out, “hello Miss, haven't seen you in a while, how was Europe?” the cashier who she always had a little chat with every time she came here smiled at her. And just like that, the wind was knocked out of her “uhmm, fine yeah” what else was she supposed to say? My lover dragged me across Europe, cheating on me without me knowing and having a good laugh about it?. “It must be so nice to have such a famous man in your life, I saw some pictures of you two..I follow his instagram you see..” Ok enough, she quickly pushed all her purchases in her carrier bags “what's the damage?” she quickly cut her off and didn't wait for her answer, swiping her card through the machine. Out of breath and on the verge of hyperventilating she stumbled out of the supermarket and back onto the pavement, there was no escaping him, she could run from him all she could, but she couln't outrun social media and his followers while all she wanted was to disappear from view and get her anonymity back.

What time was it in NY? Would she be up yet? Oh come on, think Jared, you're in LA, ok hours earlier in NY right? Oh fuck it, he tapped on her number and held the phone to his ear, he could actually hear the blood pump through his head. “You've reached Harper's voicemail, please leave a message after the beep”, goddamn voicemail “Hey babe..it's me..again..I wanted to wish you a happy birthday..I just wish I was there with you..but..anyway, I wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of you..and I love you..very much..please forgive me..so..happy birthday honey..I love you” he breathed and slowly disconnected the call. That's when it got too much for him, he sank down on a chair at his kitchen counter and cried his eyes out, on the other side of the country, Harper stepped down from her scaffolding to wash out some brushes, a little break, she had been going for hours and she was hungry, on her way to the kitchen she turned the heating up a few notches and held her cold hands above the heating, they were cramping up and she wanted to keep going tonight. She sat down with a glass of wine and her cupcake that she had saved, 'happy birthday to me' she sadly smiled and slowly took a bite from the sweet treat, her eyes drifted over her kitchen, she needed to do dishes soon..her phone..leave it..but like a magnet she reached for the device, ignore the mails..she took another bite of her cake and let the phone vibrate back to life..maybe take some pictures of the progress on her paintings. What the..once again her screen piled up with notifications..her voicemail was full? Great, start deleting then..but she must have pushed a wrong button because suddenly Jared's voice drifted through the room on speaker “Hey babe..it's me..again..I wanted to wish you a happy birthday..I just wish I was there with you..but..anyway, I wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of you..and I love you..very much..please forgive me..so..happy birthday honey..I love you”. She nearly choked as her throat went completely dry and painful, tears bubbling up in her eyes..he remembered..stupid fuck..so saying happy birthday was gonna make it all better? Fuck you, Jared..the only way to stop him is to reply..just not now..there's more important things at hand like finishing a couple of paintings.

It's pointless so stop checking your phone, he put it down but then there was a bleep, her bleep and his breath got stuck in his throat

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: stop

Jared,

stop blowing up my phone, I'm not interested in this huge charm operation, I can't handle it.

You did what you did, so there's nothing to talk about anymore.

Leave me alone, ok? Let my heart heal, I'm done with having you splatter it over the floor and me having to scrape it back together, even telling you this is probably causing you to have to biggest gloating session ever witnessed because that's how you roll isn't it?

And that was a rhetorical question, so in case you don't know what that is: I don't need an answer, so kindly refrain from mocking me and driving the knife in even deeper.

Harper

Fuck..his stomach plummeted in his chest and dark spots danced in front of his eyes, no..babe please..what did I expect though? She's over me, she's over..US..I can't go on like this, I just can't..I'm never gonna see you again, am I? Harper Coco De Robiano d'Arby, this just can't be true.

“Hey, wanna come and help unload the Christmas tree? Mom's just arrived, it's huge” Shannon waltzed inside the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw his baby brother sitting there with his face buried in his arms. “What's going on?” he sat down next to him and saw the phone still clutched in his hand “Harper?” stupid question, who else could bring him down like this? He'd seen his share of Jared's breakups, but this one? Oh no, he'd never seen him in this state, he was actually suffering. Jared slowly raised his head and shrugged, he couldn't talk, couldn't get himself to actually say something, what was there left to say? “OK, I get it..all the more reason to stop moping and come help us decorate that damn tree, it'll take your mind of things, and if that doesn't work then we can always go out afterwards and drink ourselves into a stupor? See, I'm full of brilliant ideas, so come on”

”So she actually replied”? Shannon was surprised to see him nod, the flames in the fire basket at the back of the garden lit up the lines on Jared's face, “yeah..she hates..no she loathes me, doesn't want to have anything to do with me” his lips turned to the thinnest line while he stared into the fire, lost in his thoughts. “Maybe she feels a bit..overwhelmed by your calls and stuff..give her a little time” he was running out of things to say, “how much time and how much space can I give her? I haven't seen or spoke to her in weeks..it's her birthday and..just the thought that she has to spend it on her own is killing me”. Jared ran his hand over his face “we'll never even get a first Christmas together”, that's when the light in Shannon's head popped on “but we're in New York then..you could go see her” he hopefully raised his eyebrows like he had found the ultimate solution. “NO!!” Jared shot up out of his seat like he was stung by a bee “forget it, I'm not going over there..I can't handle her rejection again, no, no way, no fuckin' way!” his chair toppled over as he ended the conversation by stomping back over to the house.

Harper yawned over her cup of coffee, she didn't get much sleep after what happened yesterday, no don't think about it, block it from your mind, her eye fell on the small pile of post that she had dropped on the kitchen counter after her daily walk to the bakery. Slowly she started rummaging through it, bills, bills, just when she was about to push it away again, there was a beautiful envelope with a swirly handwriting, bitten with curiosity she carefully opened it. It was a personal invitation from the owner of the biggest and most renowned art gallery of New York inviting her to his Christmas dinner/party, every year she would stare at the pictures of the same most exclusive party in glossy magazines. She kept reading as the letter was completely personalized, saying that he saw her work on Instagram and that he was looking forward to meeting her and talk about the future..whatwhatwhat? She had to re-read that last line to make absolutely sure she didn't read that wrong. Oh god, should I actually go? I don't know anyone there and going over there alone, stressssss..she took a deep breath, fuck it Harper, just go, you get this one big shot to get your work exposed so what if you're alone? Do you really want to spend christmas eve on your own again with chinese take away? Or do you put on a nice dress and get yourself out there and be around colleagues and kindred spirits? You'll meet new people, it'll be a start to move on, move away from everything that had happened, it's just dinner and you love to dance? She took a pen and filled out the rsvp card, licked the envelope, OMG I actually have plans for christmas now..she pushed herself off her chair and crawled on her scaffolding, let's finish this baby, she grinned for the first in a long time, strange how a stupid thing like an invitation could actually put the light on again.

Jared stood in front of the mirror fidgeting with that stupid bow tie, “Jared? You ready? The car is waiting” Shayla hammered on the door, sighing he walked over and yanked it open, “I would be if you would fix this bloody thing around my neck” he growled at her. Rolling her eyes she pushed him back inside the room and slowly started to tie the fabric in the right way, plucking it a little “there, you look..really handsome” as she admired her work. “Thanks” he whispered, but he knew she was lying when he looked in the mirror again, his long hair was tied back in a low messy bun and he was wearing a designer tux and on the outside none of this pain and heartache was visible except for a few extra lines on his face, but inside..he felt so empty and broken. Come on, you can do this, it's just dinner and a party, the usual small talk with friends and people he vaguely remembered from last year, pretending to be happy and alright..it's just a couple of hours, not the rest of your life. He buttoned up his jacket and nodded “let's go” before he followed her out of the room, outside it had started snowing really hard and still this big city was as loud and buzzing as ever, an umbrella was popped open above his head and he was escorted to the waiting car. Harper stood in front of the huge window and saw the cab pull up in front of her building, ok, have I got everything, purse, phone for calling a cab later on, money, credit card, cigarettes, all there, she closed her purse, quickly checked her outfit and ran out the door.

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stray-kids-in-your-area · 5 years

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|Never Look Back III|

⇀ Two runaways meet on a train, neither have a destination ahead of them. All they know is the never want to look back.

Word Count: 2,430

|M.list|

After spending a few days, listlessly wandering through the unknown streets of the small town, you figured that it was about time for you to move on. Wanderlust filling every inch of your mind and heart as you “discovered” what you assumed was everything that this town had to offer. Listening to the small voice in the back of your head that prodded at you to move on to a new city, you decided it was time.

Your alarm blared in your ear, signaling the start of a new day. Rolling out of the lumpy motel bed, as the last remnants of sleep left your body. You prepared yourself for what would be your last day in the quaint town. Making quick work of packing all of your belongings and double checking before you headed to the front desk to check out of your room. Taking a deep breath as you walked out of the front doors of the motel, you smiled softly to yourself at the thought of a new adventure awaiting you.

However, before you could get two steps out of the door your stomach churned, erupting in a loud noise reminding you that you did, in fact, need to eat. The man next to you threw a disgusted look and making you scoff. Staring straight back at the man who had unfortunately crossed you before you had your caffeine, you made one of your classic sarcastic remarks. “What, you never heard anyone be hungry before?” Even going the extra mile to introduce him to your middle finger while mumbling a few curse words. After deeming the man properly scolded,you turned to make your way to the cafe down the street in search of the croissant that seemed to be calling your name.

Five minutes into your hunt for food, you finally arrived at a cafe that had the smell of freshly baked bread and coffee wafting directly to your nose, triggering another response from your famished stomach. Rushing into the establishment as if it were a long lost lover awaiting your embrace, you practically sprinted to the cashier to order yourself a cold, bitter drink and warm croissant. Moving to the end of the bar you waited patiently for your order to be called, eyeing the poor barista like a man starved as they eyed you back warily and with equal fervor, setting the food down quickly. Moving in, you snatched up your food and drink making your way to the back, keeping an eye on the one empty seat as you made a beeline for it. Mouth salivating at the inviting warmth radiating from the food in your hands,

Had you been paying attention you would have realized that your happiness would soon be short lived. If only you had known just how quickly your happiness could be ripped away. The cause of such sadness coming in the form of stupid, neon circle. Oh, that stupid plastic disc.

One second you were standing up right, happiness radiating from every part of your body and the next, you were on your hands and knees praying like a sinner in church to whatever god had cursed you, your coffee and croissant nowhere to be found. You swear you almost sobbed, although you finally registered after a few brief moments of self pity, that your food and drink had to have landed somewhere, and if it wasn’t the floor then...giving a quick look around, something bright green caught your eye, your head snapping towards it, eyes squinting to focus, for some reason it seemed so familiar not quite able to place it in your memories. Suddenly, a deep voice reached your ears, shaking you from your stupor. The voice registering in the recesses of your mind, until it all hit you like a truck. ‘Frisbee, park, Felix...FELIX’

You hopped to your feet to find the same blonde boy from days ago covered in your cold drink. Remnants of your croissant scattered over his body in pieces. “Oh my gosh Felix I’m so so sorry, I tripped over your Frisbee, i'm a damn fool, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I just-“ The boy let out a hearty chuckle, interrupting your nervous rambling. You stood frozen wondering if you should be laughing as well, you were never good with social cues. Noting your confusion his chuckles died down as he placed his hands onto your shoulders in a light hearted gesture. “You and my Frisbee just don’t get along very well huh?” Picking up the offending plastic disc, he continued. “First the sandwich, now a coffee, it’s racking up quite a debt isn’t it?” You dropped your head flustered. “It’s not your fault” you mumbled, glancing up to him you took a good look at the damage your coffee had caused “I- uh...sorry about the shirt” You stuttered, moving to grab napkins off of his table in hopes that it would soak up the remains of your coffee. Grabbing your wrist, he pushed it back down to your side. “Forget it, no big deal.” He smiles wide at you, his toothy grin infectious as you made a slight smile back. “Let me buy you another drink since I'm kind of the reason you dropped it.” Looking at him in disbelief, you searched your brain for the right words to say, how could he be so kind? You asked yourself.

After a minute of silence, he waved his hand in front of you, “So I take it you don’t want coffee?, I can get you something else?” Shaking your head you brought yourself back to reality. “No no don’t worry about it, I don't need to feed my caffeine addiction anymore anyway.” Rejecting his kind offer you chewed in your bottom lip, crushing the flesh between your teeth as you thought about how delicious it all sounded, However, you body betrayed your words as your stomach growled once more. Your cheeks growing red as you looked down at your shoes to avoid further embarrassment. As if he could sense your distress, Felix stifled a laugh and spoke once more with a tight lipped smile on his face from holding back his laughter. “Oh hush, sit down and i’ll be back” nodding your head slightly and taking the vacant seat across from his with a huff, you knew you weren’t going to get out of this interaction easily. Although, you could also say that you didn't exactly want to either.

Minutes later he came back and sat a drink and a fresh croissant in front of you. Drool beginning to form in your mouth as you picked it up, almost attacking the bread you had waited ages for. “There you are- whoa! Someone’s a bit hungry.” Chuckling, you reminded yourself that there was company and table manners were a thing. Swallowing your food, you looked at the man in front of you like he was your savior, smiling wide at him as your hunger subsided, leaving behind a pleasant and warm feeling. “Thanks Felix..” you said quietly, looking down at your drink to distract from your nerves. “No problem.” He said as he smiled down at your flustered state, before asking what you knew would inevitably come up. “So...how come you never texted?” You stopped drinking mid swallow, as you sucked in a small breath, causing you to choke on the cold beverage. Patting your chest in hopes of catching your breath, you looked at the man in front of you who was currently watching you with amusement. Not too sure how to answer, you went with one of your favorites in situations such as this one: “I don't know.”

As if he expected to hear these words tumble from your mouth, he made a deadpan expression, voice monotone as he quipped back, “Good excuse.” Tilting your head at the audacity of the man before you, you quickly recovered your sarcastic nature, hiding beneath the anxiety you were feeling. “Hey you have my number too, you could have texted me first. I’m shit at starting conversations.” you laughed as you spoke the last of the sentence, finding it hard to be serious in his presence. Studying you for a good minute, he looked from the window and then back to you, as if contemplating your words. “So..Points were made.” he began, his smile reappearing from the deadpan expression he wore moments before. “But, now that we’ve met again how about I give you that tour we talked about?”

You took a moment to think, it was your last day and you had seen pretty much everything you had thought was worth seeing. The cynical part of you wanted to say no, because you didn’t want to get too attached to someone you probably wouldn’t see again. The more optimistic part of you wanted to let loose and try to have some fun on your last night in town, it’s what you had come for anyways. Shrugging your shoulders, you looked back to the man awaiting your answer “Sure, why not.” His face beamed with an even wider, more radiant smile. (If that was even possible) “We’re gonna have to stop by my place first since im kinda covered in someones sticky drink.” He chuckled out. Swatting lightly at his shoulder, he laughed out loud “It was an accident, I said sorry!, it was the frisbee’s fault!” You joined in on his laughter as you both stood up to leave. “I'm just teasing you. Come on, let’s get out of here.” Felix threw his frisbee inside his backpack before standing up and slinging it over his shoulder and heading towards the door. You followed suit with your drink in hand, careful not to trip over anything else. As you made your way to his place you falling into a light conversation as you matched pace with him.

“So how long are you in town for?” Taking a sip of your drink you pretended to think about your answer. “Until about 10pm tonight.” You said nonchalantly. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, you stopping abruptly as well as you looked back at the impromptu tour guide. “Why so soon?” He asked, confusion marking his features. Not knowing how to respond, you simply shrugged. “No real reason to stay” you said softly, he could detect the tinge of sadness that came with the words that had tumbled effortlessly from your mouth. Walking up next you as he beckoned you to follow him, you both continued to walk in thick silence for a few minutes. “Could I possibly convince you to stay? At least one more day?” He asked quietly, as if he were worried he’d overstepped his boundaries by asking that question. Your lips formed into a coy smile as you looked at the confident boy turn into the shy one you met back at the park. “Make it worthwhile and I'll think about it” you teased. The boy bounced up and down on his toes like an excited child “Don’t worry, I'll make it the best day of your life.” He said excitedly as he began to walk a bit faster, laughing you responded “You can try.”

After finally arriving at his place he threw the door open and loudly shouted “VOILA, welcome to my humble abode!” He threw his bag to the ground and pulled you inside. “Take a seat, make yourself comfy. I’ll be right back” as he went to his room to change you sat on the couch continuing to sip your coffee. The condensation from the cup making your hands wet, standing up to find a napkin of some sort, you took the liberty of glancing over the house on your journey for napkins. Seeing it's walls covered in family photos and miscellaneous decorations. It brought a cozy feeling, looking at the photos you realized that Felix wasn’t hard to spot in any photo. His smile giant smile a welcoming constant in every single shot he had taken with friends and family. Your mind wandered, what things were those smiles hiding. Every family has something behind their happy facade and you were quite curious as to what his was. Not that you were going to pry. It’d be hypocritical to since you weren’t to keen on sharing things about yourself either.

You were snapped from your thoughts as you heard a loud bang come from upstairs Looking around for any obvious force that caused the noise, you wondered of your new friend was okay. “Felix did you fall??” You yelled out. He responded quickly to your call of concern. “No I just dropped my shirt!!” Narrowing your eyes in his direction you spoke back skeptically, “That sounded awful loud to be just a shirt!” You were met with silence, after a few seconds he answered you back, stuttering slightly. “I- i was in the shirt” Taking a minute to process his words, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Dear lord, Felix be careful!”

Soon you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, the familiar face of a certain, clumsy boy greeting you, this time with a faded pink dusting his face. He cleared his throat and fixed his shirt, as you choked back more laughter for his sake. “Let’s get out of here. You can leave your bag here if you’d like that way you don’t have to trudge it around all night.” Looking from him to your bag, one thought crossed your mind. “How long do you plan for us to be out?” you asked. “Until at least one.” Sighing in relief, you shrugged your shoulders. “That’s like 3 hours away. I can carry it.” He smirked at you, letting a small noise escape his mouth at your naivety “Oh I meant one in the morning, sorry should have clarified.” Taking in your incredulous expression, you placed your bag on the floor. “What the fuck are we gonna do that takes that fucking long?” You hissed at him. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see” His tongue poked out from his lips and his eyes squinted shut. You heart was telling you to trust him but your brain said to hold back as you’ve only just met the man who stood before you. However, you couldn’t deny that since meeting him, the itch you had to quickly leave had subsided greatly. Tossing the thoughts through your mind all that could come out of your mouth was, “Fuck it, i’m here for a fun time not a long one.”

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Angst // Soulmate AU // Loving your soulmate is biological, it’s an innate thing but your soulmate loving you? that’s another thing altogether.

No one ever tells you what to do when your soul mate rejects you. They only talk about the heart fluttering feelings, the fact that whenever you're with them you feel like you're walking on air. So, what does one do when their soulmate rejects them? Do you magically sign up for a new soul mate or do you resign yourself to the fact that love isn't meant for everyone one?

"You're here," He must've sensed your presence since you'd not even made yourself known to him yet.

You'd noticed him sat in the cafe, face glued to a book. You wanted to walk past the cafe, maybe go and buy yourself a plant but every atom and molecule inside your muscles made you walk into the shop.

"Sorry, I saw you and-"

"It's alright," He said as he placed his book down. From what you could decipher from the cover, it was probably a crime book. They're his favourite.

"Are you not gonna sit down?" He asked, breaking whatever stupor you were in.

You looked around and realised that you'd been standing in the cafe like a fool for quite some time. You scanned the area for an empty seat, beside the one at Baekhyun's table, there was another one towards the front of the shop.

"Where are you going?" He asked as you turned on your heel.

"I'm going to sit," You said, pointing towards the empty table.

He rolled his eyes, "There's a seat right here."

You eyed the seat then Baekhyun, why was it that after months of ignoring your very presence, he was suddenly offering you the seat in front of his? This wasn't the Baekhyun you knew.

You hesitated with taking the seat, "Are you sure?"

He nodded, "Why wouldn't I be?"

You could think of many reasons why. Nonetheless, you pulled the chair out and sat on it. There was something unnerving about sitting in front of him. It wasn't a bad feeling at all, to be honest, it felt nice but you weren't used to it. You'd never been this close to him. If there was a situation which involved him being close to him he'd silently back away and find himself somewhere else to be.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asked, breaking the silence.

You shook your head, "Not really."

He looked unconvinced, "We're in a cafe, just tell me want you to drink."

"No, I'm really alright," You said, suddenly feeling stupid. You'd walked into the cafe without direction nor thought. You just wanted to be in the same space as him.

"Wait here." He stood up and walked towards the counter, you watched as the barista placed two cups in his hands. He paid and came back to the table. "It's mint hot chocolate," He said pushing the cup towards you.

"You didn't have to, but, Thank you," As you wrapped the warm cup in your hands, you wondered how he knew to specifically order mint chocolate. "How did you-"

He shrugged, "I just knew."

Although he didn't say much, you knew the hidden meaning behind his words. You didn't want to push him in case he'd completely close himself off and resign to casting you glares for the rest of the duration.

"So, what's in your cup?" You asked.

He picked the cup up and brought it to his lips, "It's definitely not blood."

Was he making a joke?

"Ahh, I see," You said as a smile appeared on your face, "Thank god for the that. How's ....?"

Judging by the way he was looking at you, Baekhyun didn't need help knowing who you were silently referring too. You couldn't bring yourself to say her name. She was Baekhyun's first and only love. He'd been waiting for her to be his soul mate since it happens at any time, but then he met you and it happened. The spark and the sudden connection. He outright refused you and said it must have been a mistake.

"She's....good, I guess," He said. "She's actually moved to Seoul to be with her," He paused then swallowed. "Soulmate."

You placed your cup down, no wonder he was being so nice. "Oh, I see."

"Huh, see what?" He asked.

You burned holes into the table, "You're being nice because she's gone. You've probably had a change of heart realising you're going to be lonely."

"No, it's-"

"You don't have to lie, what else could it be." You stood up and grabbed your bag from the floor. "I'm not your plan B."

You didn't give him the chance say anything else, you were already out the door and into the street. You'd heard him shouting your name as you weaved through the people. As much as he was your soul mate, there was no reason for you to be the other option.

"Guess who was asking about you?" Chanyeol said.

You stopped stabbing the salad and looked up at him, "Hm, It better be a millionaire."

"It's you know who," He said, grinning at you in a cat-like manner.

You went back to stabbing your salad, but with more vigour. You didn't need to hear this today matter of fact, any other day. "Nice."

"Nice?"He said."That's it? Come on!"

"What do you want me to do?" You asked, suddenly feeling full. You pushed your bowl way, so much for the diet.

Chanyeol had met his soulmate two years ago and ever since then, he'd been campaigning for Baekhyun as if it was do or die.

"Well, I'm just saying, I think something is bubbling up," He said. "He looked all anxious and shit."

You scoffed, "Good. He should be anxious...piece of shit."

"Listen, I'm not saying forgive the guy but what if you talked it out or something? He is your soul mate."

Your hands itched to cast a spell on him, maybe turn him into a frog. You're certain Kyungsoo wouldn't' bat an eye if his fiance came home as a frog. Plus he'd just turn him back.

"And?" You asked, your star was daring him to continue.

"Nothing." He squeaked. "But I'm-"

"Chanyeol."

"Alright, eat your salad."

You were stood at your door, staring down at the man who'd been ringing your doorbell for the last minute. He looked pale as your eyes burned with anger and annoyance, he must have been regretting knocking on your door.

"What are you doing?" You questioned.

He cleared his throat. "Can I come in?"

"No," You said. You leant against the door frame. "We can talk here."

"Are you really gonna do this?" He asked, knowing full and well you would do this.

"Yes."

He took a deep breath, "Alright then. I wanted to say I was sorry."

"Good, well this was fun but I'm in the middle of watching something so," You said as you backed away from the door frame, you held onto the door ready to close it when he pushed his hand out, preventing the door from closing. "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to say something else?" he asked.

"I just did...or where you expecting something else?" You said. "Just because I was destined to be your soulmate doesn't mean I'm going to nice to you. You're so fucking arrogant."

He watched you with surprise, he was so used to seeing you falling after him. "No, I didn't mean it like that...I want us to start over."

You scrunched your face up, start over? How could you both start over? Would that even be possible?

"Don't look at me like that," He said. "I'm serious. I know we won't be friends but we could start off small...we both need each other. Although I didn't want to admit it, I always knew."

"You've been doing well without me, exceptionally even." You said.

"On the surface, yes, but I could never stop thinking about you, I still can't." He said. "I know you feel the same way because it's innate, we can both try and suppress our bond but we can never really. Let's be friends at least."

He was right, as much as it pained you to admit it. Suppressing feelings for your soulmate was impossible. In a perfect world, you could meet someone else, maybe fall in love but somewhere along the way, you'd come to find that they've met their own soulmate and then you'd a thing of the past. It's how this world worked.

A/N

Now this request turned out very different from the original request but please forgive me, I’m just a lonely art student who occasionally writes.

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