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here2bbtstrash · 3 years ago

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look down on me like that - 6 (explicit)

genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.

word count: 6.2k

contains: ~explicit sexual content~ !! alcohol mention, some mildly twisty conversations about consent/regretting sex (everything in this series is very consensual tho just wanna reiterate), teasing, dirty talk, VERY semi-public sex with risk of being heard/caught, fingering, lowkey fingerwarming, hold the moan, light choking, finger sucking, dumbification if you rly squint, protected sex (in the office... oop 👀), fucking against a door lmao 🙌🏻

A/N: sooooo excited to post this hehe 💜 i know this chap is a lil bit of a shorty but they can't all be 11k, and i'm trying to give y'all a mild refractory period before we launch into even more chaos 💀 AND SORRY NOT SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER ENDING..... i promise i won't keep you hanging for long 😘

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~*~

“So… it’s been nearly a week,” Jimin prompts just as you tip your head back to take a long swig of your beer. The bratty tone in your best friend’s voice only encourages you to chug another swallow before you set the glass back down. He doesn’t even have to say the since you fucked your coworker part out loud.

Using the provided scissors and tongs, he starts to cut up the strips of pork belly laid flat on the grill between you. “When’s the wedding? Have you named your kids yet?”

“I can’t stand you,” you whine, torn between wanting to kick him under the table and wanting him to share the meat he’s been so carefully preparing. The aroma is making your mouth water as it sizzles on the hot surface.

You settle for fixing him with your best death glare.

Jimin shrugs, unbothered. “That’s fine. I just wanna know how you’re handling the fact that you are now officially sleeping with the enemy.”

“Aht aht. Slept with.” You raise a finger to correct him, using your other hand to maneuver your chopsticks to pick up a marinated cucumber and pop it into your mouth. “Past tense.”

Jimin purses his lips, looking unconvinced. “Is that so?”

“Are you kidding me?” You make a face. “It was a moment of weakness, and now it’s done. What would be the point in letting him have it again? In letting him win like that?” You wave a hand dismissively. “Absolutely not.”

“You are so dumb,” Jimin laughs as he starts to extoll pork onto your plate. “I cannot believe you found good dick and now you’re actively declining it. After how insane you nearly went? You think that won’t happen again?”

“I got it out of my system,” you say with a proud shake of your head, popping a piece of meat into your mouth. It’s so hot it nearly burns your tongue off, but the flavor is well worth it, and you continue with your mouth full. “And I’m good. Moving on with my life.”

Jimin hums like he doesn’t believe a damn word. “And how’s that gonna work out for you in a couple weeks, when you and Suga are in Los Angeles together, breathing that sweet American air? And sharing a hotel room that just so happens to only have one bed?”

With the pork belly successfully secured on your plate, you have no reason to hold back from kicking him this time. “You watch too much TV.”

“Speaking of!” He pauses with food halfway to his mouth, dropping it back onto his plate as he digs into his pocket for his phone. “My comps finally came in for the show I’m dancing in this weekend. I’m not even going to ask if you have plans because I already know the answer, so you better fucking be there.”

You pick up your phone to see his text come in, face scrunching up as you chew. “Two questions,” you prompt. “One, I fail to see what this has to do with watching TV. And two, why did you send me two tickets?”

Jimin rests his elbows on the table, fingers laced together under his chin, somewhere in between posing cutely and looking like he’s about to read you for filth.

“Out of the kindness of my heart, because I am such a good fucking friend, I am giving you a chance for a little Business Proposal moment. Bring your Suga, see what happens.” He shrugs a shoulder. “One concert could change everything, you know?”

You grind your teeth together and reach for your drink as he uses your favorite show against you, humming the theme tune under his breath. “I really hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately. But I am not bringing Suga to your fucking concert,” you clarify, glass halfway to your mouth. “There is a world of difference between wanting to fuck someone and wanting to spend an evening with them.”

“So you do still want to fuck him,” Jimin presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows. “Very interesting.”

“Don’t make me leave you with the bill.” You roll your eyes and down the rest of your beer in one swig.

An hour later, you’ve eaten your body weight in grilled meats and have thrown back enough beers that the world blurs gently at the edges, vignetted, as you slip out onto the sidewalk and say goodnight to your best friend.

You’d managed to convince Jimin to meet at the place that’s just a few blocks from your apartment, and it’s not a terribly cold evening, all things considered. The alcohol certainly helps keep you warm as you make the short walk back home, the still-busy streets humming and blinking soft around you.

It takes a concentrated effort to use your phone without tripping in your current state, and you thumb slowly through your texts until you land on the concert tickets from Jimin. When his words echo again in your brain, you do your best to chase them off with a frustrated sigh.

It will be a cold day in hell before you voluntarily spend an evening with Yoongi, you tell yourself. But it’d be nice to go with someone.

You’re scrolling down your contact list and lifting the ringing phone to your ear before you can decide whether or not it’s a good idea.

After two rings, the line connects, and a voice answers. “Hello?”

“Hi, Jungkook.” You giggle a little despite yourself. You’ve never spoken to your coworker in any state of inebriation before, and once his name leaves your mouth, you realize you’re a little more fucked up than you bargained for. But it’s fine, you tell yourself. You’re fine.

“Hi— is everything okay?”

You double-blink, not expecting the check-in. “Yeah, no, everything’s great.” It only occurs to you now that maybe you’ve interrupted whatever his post-work plans might be. “Sorry, I— were you in the middle of something?”

He lets out a sheepish laugh, and you imagine that his cheeks are flushed pink, the way they sometimes get after boxing class. “Nothing important. I was brushing my dog’s teeth, actually. You just, uh, usually text—”

“Wait,” you fully interrupt him. “You have a dog?”

“I have three dogs,” he corrects, with another light laugh that’s almost musical. “My sons.”

“Jungkook!” You exclaim in mock-anger. “I am hurt and betrayed that you have kept this information from me!”

“I’m sorry!” He giggles back, clearly flustered. “It didn’t come up! I’ll send you some pictures, I promise. They’re very cute.”

“You better,” you huff. “And here I was getting ready to be nice to you.”

“Oh?” Jungkook sounds intrigued. There’s a soft shifting sound on the line, and you find yourself wondering if he’s laying down in bed, phone pressed to his cheek. The image makes your heart sink a little, and you shove the feeling away to process when you’re less tipsy. “How were you going to be nice?”

You pause for a moment to cross the street, letting your fake-hurt charade drop. “Well, my best friend is a dancer, and he was booked to perform in this concert that’s happening tomorrow night. He gave me a free ticket and an extra, and I was wondering, if you’re not doing anything… if you want to go with me?”

“Yeah, for sure!” You swear you can hear Jungkook’s smile light up the phone. “That sounds awesome.”

You linger at the front of your apartment building, phone tucked to your ear, watching cars and bicyclists roll by in the neon smear of the city at night. “Awesome,” you repeat back. “I’ll text you my address if you want to come pick me up after work?” A little bubble of excitement floats up and pops in your chest.

“I can definitely do that.”

~*~

“You need to fill all this out for the Grammy’s trip.”

The large stack of registration paperwork lands on Yoongi’s desk with a resounding thud, but he doesn’t so much as bat an eye. Though you’ve put on a brave face and moved back to your desk in the lobby after the happy hour incident, you’ve still avoided any alone time with the genius in his lab, as much as you can help it.

Today, it could not be helped. Especially given your need for a change in schedule.

“And I’m leaving early tonight.” You add, trying to feign confidence, just be direct and to the point. “I need you out of here at five, Yoongi.”

He grunts a noncommittal response, but doesn’t look up from the screen of his computer. His eyes are squinting slightly at the tracks on his mixing software. You wonder for a moment if maybe he needs glasses.

You furrow your brow as soon as you process the thought—what the fuck do you care about this man’s eyesight? You give your head a subtle shake in hopes of dislodging the idea.

Yoongi waves a hand silently, as if to imply you’re dismissed.

You really don’t know what makes you say it. “Jungkook and I are going to a concert.”

At this, Yoongi’s concentration seems to falter. He glances away from the screen, head tilting slightly to one side as he eyes you. “A date with Kookie, huh? Cute. I knew you two would get there eventually.”

You’re not sure what other conclusion you expected him to draw from the information, but suddenly your face is hot. You have to suppress the physical urge to squirm in frustration, to literally stomp your feet like a toddler.

“Can you just be normal?” You snap. “It’s not like that. Not everyone wants to fuck their coworkers all the time.”

He spins a quarter-circle in his chair to fully face you with an eyebrow raised. “Does Jungkook know it’s not like that?”

You stammer at being put on the spot. “I-I’m sure he does.”

Yoongi blinks lazily at you. “Uh huh.”

Rage flares up in your gut before you can stop it. “Jungkook is a nice guy. He’s not a boundary-crossing creep like you.” The words sting like acid as they leave your mouth.

Yoongi gets to his feet so quickly you barely have time to process it.

For every step he takes towards you, you take one towards the door of his lab, walking backwards. “You know,” he mutters darkly, “I liked your mouth a lot better when it was on my cock.”

Your back finds purchase against the closed door, and you swallow hard, refusing to show fear. “Well, remember it fondly, because I’m not making that mistake twice.”

Yoongi falls quiet for a moment, eyes searching yours. You’re a little surprised when he takes a step back. “Do you really feel like I violated a boundary?” His voice is flat, nearly monotone, when he asks the question.

You fumble for your words, for the truth; both are hard to find. “I-I don’t know.”

He surveys you with an expression you can’t decipher. “I gave you plenty of opportunity to say no. Do you feel like you were too drunk?”

“No. I mean, I consented. I’m not saying I didn’t. I just… we’re coworkers.”

“I’m aware. You called it a mistake. Do you regret it?”

“Do you?”

He huffs a dry laugh. “You keep acting like I’m not stating it plainly here. I would love to fuck you senseless again any time, sweetheart.” The pet name is biting. “I’d take you right up against this door, if you wanted. But not if you’re going to regret it.”

Your mind swims as you try to make sense of this conversation. “What if I don’t?”

Yoongi takes a single step closer to you. “Well, then I’d ask you when you want it again.”

The expression on his face, as if he’s won some smug game, is endlessly infuriating. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. “And what makes you think I’ll just give it up again?”

He just keeps smirking, eyes locked on you. “You tell me. I’m the one asking permission here.”

You tilt your chin up towards Yoongi, suddenly very aware of how close he is to you. Something in you pulls taught as you recall your conversation in the bathroom after he nearly came in your mouth.

“If you want it so bad, then beg for it.” The words spark between your teeth as you say them.

There’s a glint in Yoongi’s eyes, and a muscle in his jaw jumps, as if he wasn’t expecting that response. Then he slowly starts to nod. “Is that what you want?”

You refuse to look away. “Did I stutter?”

His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips, and then he laughs an exhale, a single indignant breath. Eye contact never faltering, you watch as he drops to his knees in front of you.

“Can I touch you?” He asks. The silence of the room hangs heavy between you, roaring in your ears like white noise. Yoongi blinks once, dark lashes fluttering. “Please?”

You feel some last mechanism of inner restraint shatter as you nod.

Yoongi’s touch is deliberate but, surprisingly, not rough. His palms meet the backs of your thighs and begin to slide up, encouraging you to pull your hips off the door and allow him room, your shoulders still pressed flush against the wood behind you.

His hands keep moving, slipping under the back of your dress with no hesitation, only stopping when he finds what he’s looking for: the band of your panties, which he hooks his thumbs under and swiftly pulls down your legs, leaving the lacy fabric to pool around your ankles. You shift to kick them off and suddenly realize your mouth has gone dry.

“Do I have to use my words?” Yoongi asks, voice low. His hands retrace their path back up your thighs, but he takes his time with it now. You hate the way your breath is starting to go shaky from his touch.

“What else would you use?”

“My tongue.”

Yoongi has pushed the hem of your dress up, his mouth devastatingly close to your center and his hands cupping your ass. He stares up at you, waiting patiently for a response, dark eyes brimming with want.

You’re still not even sure of your answer as you start to say it, but then a firm knock at the door cuts you off, loud enough to rattle your brain inside your skull. Ice floods your veins as your eyes go wide.

“Min Suga?” Jungkook’s voice calls from the other side.

Your breath hitches in your chest. This can’t be happening.

“Hey, JK,” Yoongi calls, not moving from where he’s knelt on the floor in front of you, both hands still firmly grabbing your ass. “Sorry, I’ve–” he glances pointedly up at you, and it takes everything you have not to slap him when he continues, “I’ve kinda got my hands full right now. What’s up?”

“No worries, you gave me the code, remember?” Your stomach twists violently as you hear the distinct beeping of Jungkook starting to type into the number pad.

You tear your gaze away from Yoongi to your lacy underwear, in plain sight, too far away that you can’t possibly retrieve them in the mere seconds you have to react.

Adrenaline surges through you, enough to make you lightheaded, to make your limbs go numb. There’s no time to do anything. You flatten yourself against the door as the handle starts to turn and the overwhelming urge to cry rushes up into your chest.

Yoongi seems to finally take the situation seriously, because in a flash, he’s on his feet, arms caging you in on either side to push firmly back against the door. His forearms peek out from under the short sleeves of his black t-shirt— you can see the defined muscles there flex and work, the way his veins bulge under his pale skin as he presses all his weight into the door with a look of real, concentrated effort.

Fuck. You’re not sure you’ve ever been simultaneously aroused and on the verge of tears before.

“Sorry, Jungkook,” Yoongi tries again, and you can hear him attempting to keep the strain out of his voice. “I’m, uh– redecorating a bit in here. I’ve got some stuff blocking the door right now. Can we just talk like this?”

“Oh yeah, sure, okay!” Jungkook answers brightly. You squeeze your eyes shut, desperately willing this nightmare to be over. While you’re pretty sure Jungkook won’t try the door again, an animalistic part of you is still too terrified to do anything, frozen in fear at what nearly just happened.

You’re only distantly aware of Jungkook babbling on about work. “I’ve got a few questions about upcoming release scheduling, so I can know what content we need to get ready. Can you talk me through the rest of Q1 real quick? Just so I know what’s coming when.”

A shiver runs through you at the feeling of a touch, so barely-there that at first you think you might be imagining it.

Your eyes flutter open to find one of Yoongi’s large hands pressed to your throat, delicate fingers splayed over the column of your neck.

It could be aggressive, but it’s not. Decidedly not. His touch is featherlight, and he applies no pressure to your windpipe. If anything, the gentle weight of his hand is oddly… comforting. A word you would never have thought to associate with Min fucking Yoongi before this moment.

The silver chain bracelet on his wrist winks in the soft purple glow of his studio lights, and you stare at it in a daze, entranced. You can feel your adrenaline high beginning to crash: the world feels muted, faded, far away.

“Go ahead, Jungkook,” Yoongi prompts, and you wonder if you’re imagining that his voice has softened just the slightest bit.

You drag your gaze up to him as he starts to talk through scheduling with Jungkook, his tone all business. He’s not looking at you, eyes instead fixed firmly on the door in front of him, occasionally rolling up to glance at the ceiling when he’s trying to recall something.

As your heart rate starts to settle, you take a moment to drink in Yoongi’s features unobserved. The line of his jaw. The slight furrow of his brow. His full, pink lips.

Your throat jumps when you swallow under his touch, and he doesn’t look down, but his hand begins to move. His palm stays heavy over the slope of your throat, but his fingers and thumb move smoothly, tracing faint patterns over your skin, stroking along the muscles of your neck and setting every last one of your nerve endings alight.

Your eyes are heavy-lidded with lust now, and your head tips back against the door, all thoughts blotted out at his touch. Fuck, it feels good.

A gasp slips past your lips when you feel Yoongi’s other hand brush over your leg, and you pray the door is thick enough that the sound doesn’t carry. He’s still talking through scheduling with Jungkook, answering questions as calmly as ever, as his whole palm comes to rest on one of your thighs below the hem of your dress, fingers just barely teasing under the fabric.

When Yoongi finally meets your gaze, his dark eyes pierce straight through you, as if to pin you to the door. He raises one eyebrow in a silent question, and the meaning is unmistakable: another request for permission.

Arousal rolls through you like a riptide, and you’re dragged under before you can even think to fight it. The dramatics of the previous close call linger— it feels like you’ll die if he doesn’t touch you right now. The fact that you shouldn’t be doing this only makes you want it more.

You don’t look away as you nod your consent.

You spread your legs to allow him room, hips tilting up, and Yoongi slips his hand under your dress to snake between your parted thighs. Fresh desire mixes with the cotton-numb fuzz of dwindling panic in your brain, the knowledge that Jungkook is still inches away from you and talking as Yoongi’s hand approaches your center. You have to bite down on your bottom lip at the first brush of contact.

Their conversation continues on, but you don’t process a word of it.

Yoongi traces two fingers gently over the lips of your cunt, teasing devastatingly close to your clit before moving down to circle at your entrance, where he slicks them in the wetness that has already started to pool there.

He keeps his movements so slow, his touch so light; your mind belatedly catches up to realize that anything more will surely start to elicit an audible sound.

You wonder if maybe this is it, if he’s just going to torture you, his fingers running through your folds in long strokes that have your core throbbing until you can’t take it anymore. And then he laughs a little at a comment Jungkook makes and uses the moment of sound coverage to deftly press those two fingers into you.

You bite down even harder on your lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Yoongi’s fingers push in to the hilt, long and thick enough to fill you up entirely. It’s all you can do to keep your breathing steady— the feeling of him inside of you jolts through you with every inhale.

Desperate for movement and nearly shaking with hypersensitivity, you clench your pussy around his fingers in a silent plea for more.

As if in response, the hand around your throat just barely tightens. You don’t know whether to read it as encouragement or a warning, but it makes your eyes flutter closed all the same.

His fingers begin to curl at a truly torturous pace, and then they press so firmly into your g-spot that your knees nearly buckle.

You��re hardly cognizant of the room around you anymore, or the wood of the door digging into your back; nothing else seems to matter in this moment except the weight of Yoongi’s fingers and the way your walls grip tightly around them.

Your eyes snap open again when his other hand suddenly leaves your throat. You feel exposed without it, but you shiver all over as the warmth of his palm trails along your collarbone before traveling down the slope of your body to settle at your waist.

As soon as that hand stills, the other pulls back from the heat of your cunt, and he brings his fingers up to brush over your bottom lip. His eyes roam hungrily over your face as he asks another silent question.

You open your mouth like a reflex, and you willingly let Yoongi pet the taste of you over your tongue. Your lips close around his fingers, and your gaze stays locked with his as you hollow your cheeks to suck diligently, swallowing down your own slickness.

With a heady groan, he withdraws, leaning forward to brace the same hand against the door just next to your head.

It occurs to you now that he’s no longer speaking, no longer afraid of making noise. Jungkook must have left– you can’t say when that happened.

The returning silence of the room pulses like a heartbeat. Yoongi is hovering over you, lips slightly parted, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath, and you swear the distance between you is narrowing by the second.

“Nervous?” He murmurs, so quiet you easily could’ve imagined it.

“Fuck me.” Your voice comes out a little hoarse.

“Hmm?” Yoongi freezes where he is, sounding almost dazed when he hums the question. Just shy of your mouth but invitingly, dangerously close.

Your hands are already fumbling to undo the buckle of his belt. “I said fuck me, Yoongi,” you snap. “Up against this door. Before I change my mind.”

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth just barely pulls up. “God, you’re bossy,” he murmurs, but then his arm is no longer caging you against the door, and he makes quick work of getting his pants and boxers pushed down.

When he backs off, you draw in a breath that’s like coming up for air.

Your head reels a little when you see that he’s fully hard and starting to drip precum: you’re not sure when that happened, either. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and makes short work of tearing it open with his teeth.

The thought of his mouth so close to yours again is terrifying in a way you don’t have words for. Before he can step back towards you, you turn and press both hands flush with the door. You reach down briefly to hike the hem of your dress up over your hips.

It’s mildly humiliating to present yourself like this for him, exposed, back arched, your pussy aroused enough to slick your thighs and just waiting to be filled again. And yet, not unlike the risk of getting caught, the shame only makes it hotter, in some twisted way.

Yoongi braces one hand against the door, gripping your hip tightly with the other. You breathe in shallow gasps as his cock teases your entrance, and then he slowly starts to press into you.

“Shit, Yoongi,” you whine softly, overwhelmed by the feeling of him fucking you open. The stretch of him makes your eyes roll back in your head, just as perfect as you remember, and all you can do is take it. When he bottoms out, you do your best to bite back a moan, wiggling your ass to fully sheathe him inside of you, wanting every inch.

“Fuck,” he hisses. You whimper again in response.

“We still have to be pretty quiet— these walls aren’t that thick. Guess you can’t scream my name this time.” His voice is dark, sardonic, and you grit your teeth as you look at him over your shoulder.

“Will you shut up and fuck me?”

“Didn’t realize you were my manager,” he huffs, but then he starts to thrust, hard and fast, and you choke on a barely-suppressed noise. You arch up higher to push back on him, your body begging silently for it, your walls fluttering as the thick head of his cock drags over your g-spot again and again.

Yoongi’s hand on your hip shifts, fingers splaying over the soft flesh of your ass, digging in hard enough to bruise. You inhale sharply at the sweet sparks of pleasure-pain, already edged close and losing the fight to stay quiet.

“How does it feel?”

You’re surprised by the question, and even more so at the sincerity with which Yoongi seems to ask it, voice low in his throat and a little raw. You have to scramble to find words through the haze of your impending climax.

“I-it’s good,” you manage. His hips snap into you even harder and you gasp again. “Fuck, really good.”

He exhales a dark laugh. “Yeah, I can tell. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, shit.”

Your head nearly smacks against the door from how forcefully his cock is now pounding into your tight heat. You roll your eyes– of course he wasn’t sincerely asking. You want to kick yourself for even entertaining the idea that Min Yoongi could be anything other than a selfish asshole.

Despite that fact, his rough, relentless thrusts are enough to leave you breathless, and the pleasure builds hot and fast in your core. Your head is spinning, and a shiver rips through you when you suddenly feel his breath over your neck, hear his voice in your ear.

“Gonna think about getting fucked like this on your date tonight?”

The stifled whine you let out and the way your pussy throbs around him betray any denial you could’ve tried to make. You look back over your shoulder at him, attempting to say something, anything, and then Yoongi’s hand slips down to circle your clit and you lose the ability to think coherently at all.

“Wanna feel you come on my cock,” Yoongi murmurs, and you swear your legs almost give out.

It’s just white-hot pleasure now, and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth and sob into it as your orgasm crests, your thighs shaking violently under his touch.

“Fuuuck,” Yoongi groans hoarsely as you start to pulse around him, over and over. His breathing comes in ragged gasps that match the pace of his hips as he keeps rutting into you, until he pushes all the way in with a last grunt of effort and you milk his release out with yours.

You slump forward, heart racing, and brace your forearms on the door to let your head loll between them. Yoongi stays stationary for a moment too, the hand on your hip absent-mindedly kneading into your skin, before he finally shifts and withdraws from your still-quivering cunt.

With a steadying exhale, you slowly right yourself on shaking legs while he steps away to deal with the condom.

Once your path is clear, you don’t wait around to suffer any small talk. You move to retrieve your panties off the floor and pull them back on with the last scrap of dignity you can manage. Then you shove your dress down over your hips and cross back to the door.

You leave without a second glance back at Yoongi.

When you emerge from the Genius Lab, you make an immediate beeline for the bathroom, which is thankfully empty. It’s only once you press your palms flat against the cool marble countertop of the sink that you feel like you can breathe again, and you have to make a conscious effort not to hyperventilate.

Your mind is racing as you take in your reflection in the mirror and attempt to put yourself back together, trying your best to look like you didn’t just get fucked against a door.

A door in the office. Because you are at work. Where you just had sex with a coworker you hate.

The realization of what you just did, how stupid you just were, hits you like a train. Fuck. You’re met with the overwhelming urge to scream at yourself. What is wrong with you? Your eyes roam over your own face, as if you might find the answer hidden there somewhere; your bottom lip is slightly swollen from how hard you were biting down on it.

Can you call something a mistake if you’ve voluntarily made it twice now– and while stone cold sober the second time, no less? And what if it’s a mistake you want to make again?

That can’t happen, you firmly tell your reflection. You won’t let Yoongi get a third strike on you, and you certainly won’t let him fuck up this job for you any more than he already has. He is now officially out of your system.

You gently smooth out your hair, and then you pause, fingertips lingering over the skin of your neck. You tilt your chin up slightly to get a good look in the mirror. There aren’t any visible marks, but you can’t quite shake the memory of Yoongi’s hand closed over your throat— the way everything in the world seemed to blink out of existence under his touch, if only for a moment.

It’s over, you tell yourself again. It has to be.

With a resigned sigh, you run your hands down over the front of your dress, then check the back to confirm there aren’t any weird stains. As much as you want to hide away in the bathroom for the rest of the day, you force yourself back out the door and down the hallway towards the lobby.

Your heart creeps into your throat as your footsteps bring you closer to the Genius Lab, and you forcefully tell yourself that it’s not a big deal. You’re just going to walk right by and head to your desk to proceed with the rest of your work day, thoroughly unbothered.

At this point you wonder why you’re even surprised when the door swings open and Yoongi practically runs into you. You jump out of his way, startled— and you are surprised to see that he has his bag slung over his shoulder and his dark sunglasses on.

“Just heading out,” Yoongi mutters, and your only answer is to keep your gaze fixed on your shoes when you brush past him and continue down the hall.

You’re sure he must be following after you, and you have to swallow the urge to interrogate him— ask why he’s leaving so early, where he’s going. You don’t care, you remind yourself. Not having him around is a good thing.

As you approach the office lobby, you glance up to see Jungkook walking towards you from the other direction. He holds up a hand in a lazy wave, and you come to a dead stop.

It’s the first time you’ve ever felt anything other than happy to see your coworker. Now panic rises in your chest, a wonder if maybe, somehow, he knows what happened on the other side of the Genius Lab door.

“I was just coming to find you,” he says as he crosses to meet you where the two hallways join and spill into the lobby.

You can tell from the look on his face that he means it. There’s no hidden agenda. Nothing to hold over your head. It’s enough to make you exhale a small laugh of relief.

“Well, you found me,” you say.

“Leaving already, Min Suga?” Jungkook’s gaze jumps to look behind you, and dread pools in your stomach. You couldn’t imagine a more mortifying exchange right now if you tried.

Yoongi doesn’t dignify Jungkook with a response, only hums noncommittally as he slips past the two of you and heads for the exit. Your stomach clenches as you wait to hear the doors open and close, praying there’s no sarcastic remark coming, praying he’ll just leave.

His hand presses flat against the glass, and then he turns over his shoulder, as if he’s just thought of something. “You kids have fun tonight,” he quips dryly. Then he pushes the door open and slips out into the hallway.

Jungkook looks a little lost. “Oh, uh, did you tell Suga that we–”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, it sort of came up. When I said he needed to leave early.” Jungkook nods, and you’re eager to change the subject. “What did you want to ask me?”

“I realized we didn’t agree on a time for me to pick you up tonight. I was thinking seven, if that works?”

Your heart sinks a little in your chest as you take in Jungkook’s sweet smile, the expectant but patient look on his face, Baby-Star-Candy eyes blinking. Your earlier conversation with Yoongi echoes in your mind like a knife to the gut.

“Actually, JK, can I talk to you? About tonight?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah, I, uh– I just wanted to make sure you knew that…” You tense up as you prepare to deliver the blow. “This… isn’t a date. I was asking you as friends. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says simply. His face betrays no hurt feelings.

You’re rambling, unable to believe it could be this easy. “I mean, I-I just… don’t think it’s a good idea, you know? For coworkers to date.” Or fuck, a snide voice in your head adds.

Jungkook nods. “No, I totally get it, but seriously, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I really like being your friend.” He shrugs, as if that’s all there is to it. “So, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

Relief floods through you like a balm. “Seven sounds great.”

“Cool.” He’s already reaching into his back pocket for his phone. “Can I show you pictures of my dogs now?”

~*~

At 6:55, there’s a firm knock on your door, and you squeak as you dig through the bottom of your closet in search for the right pair of shoes.

You spent most of the last hour on FaceTime with Jimin, who did what a good best friend is meant to do: viciously tear apart nearly everything in your closet while bent forward in a straddle split, warming up for his performance.

The two of you had eventually (more or less) compromised on a black t-shirt dress with a denim jacket thrown over top. Though Jimin had derided the look as “basic”, you’ve decided you’re just fine with that.

You finally find what you're looking for, retrieving your white Air Force Ones and stumbling to pull them on your socked feet as you trip out of your room and towards the front door.

You lean down to tie the laces as quickly as you can, then flip back upright, blood rushing to your head so fast you feel a little faint. You’re not sure why your heart has started to pick up speed, but you let out an exhale as you reach for the door handle, hoping it might help offset these strange sudden nerves.

You turn the handle and swing the door open to greet Jungkook with a smile– and your jaw drops at the sight waiting for you on the other side.

chapter five | masterlist | chapter seven

#yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #look down on me like that

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olliedollie1204 · 5 years ago

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magic touch

Pairing: Romantic Moceit

Word Count: 1,322

so @emo-disaster asked for moceit, i was going to send this premise as an ask, but the more i thought about it the more i wanted to add to it, so... tada! my first bullet fic! hope y’all like it, love u mwah

so patton is obvi a v physically affectionate person

deceit is,,, less so

at least at first

here’s how that changed

it’s in the pining period, before the two of them got together

and deceit comes to a realization

the realization being... he kinda likes when patton... touches him?

no not like that remus

but like

patton throws an arm around his shoulder, casual and quick, and deceit lets him

patton grabs his hand, gives it a squeeze because something exciting and wonderful has just happened, and deceit lets him

patton ruffles his hair on the one single occasion patton sees him without his hat, and deceit lets him

deceit may or may not go without his hat again in the hopes that patton will repeat the gesture

and deceit doesn't realize how much he likes the touch

until it goes away

just for a few days!! maybe patton has to work overtime to help thomas w something, idk

but deceit's suddenly very aware of how. warm and soft and comforting and gentle patton is.

and he misses it?

even though he's not gone, just busy

but deceit would rather die before he asks patton to stop working to, what, come cuddle him?

that’s ridiculous

(he wants patton to cuddle him, tho. he wants to v v bad)

‘but NO’ deceit says to himself, ‘of COURSE i don't need that, i didn't need it before and i don't need it now’

liar liar pants on fire

so deceit hunkers down, does his own stuff for a few days

but he can’t stop wondering why he feels so pent up and tense and irritated

meanwhile

patton's a little worse for wear himself

he's worn out and tired from working so hard recently

and he wouldn't mind some physical affection?

but he knows that's not deceit's thing and he doesn't wanna pressure him

(he’d never, ever wanna pressure him)

so when he finally gets a break, a night to himself, some time alone to relax and recuperate from all his work

he tiptoes to deceit's room

telling himself he's content with just saying hi and good night

and ‘i love you’

but patton doesn’t want to pressure him

so he knocks on deceit’s door

nothing

knocks again

nothing

he pushes a little harder on the door with his knuckles, and-

and it swings open

like maybe deceit was leaving it open for someone

so patton steps in

deceit’s at his desk, his back to the door

no hat, no capelet

just simple pajamas and big noise cancelling headphones on his head

‘did he steal those from virgil?’ patton wonders idly

he did

patton takes a few steps toward him

“hi, dee”

deceit’s hands are flying over the keyboard, patton almost couldn’t even hear himself over the click-clack of the keys

patton gets a bit closer, tries again

“deceit?”

still nothing

patton is standing right behind him now

patton can smell his shampoo from here

patton can’t explain why he does what he does next

patton lifts his hand

and places it flat on deceit’s back, right between his shoulderblades

... deceit.exe has stopped working

what that looks like is this: deceit’s fingers suddenly spasm, like he started to clench his fists but froze halfway through, and his perfect typing suddenly stops, the last line of text now riddled with typos and incomprehensible keysmashes

it was less than a second, but it could’ve been years

patton feels the subtle shift of tense muscles underneath his palm

deceit feels a sudden warmth that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up

the next second, and the moment passes

patton pulls away, all “i’m sorry!” and “i didn’t mean to interrupt you” and “i just wanted to see you, to say hi, to say goodnight, to say-”

deceit isn’t listening

deceit is spinning around in his desk chair

deceit is leaping up to grab patton’s wrist

gently, gently, so gently

deceit is pulling patton into him

deceit

and

patton

are

hugging

...

‘he’s hugging me?’ patton thinks, the one thought his brain can create in this moment of shock

‘i’m hugging him?’ deceit thinks, the one thought his brain can create in this moment of humiliation

honestly, ‘hugging’ is generous

it’s more like deceit has wrapped his arms around patton’s neck

his face has fallen onto his shoulder

just absolutely clinging to him, really

the snake jumped out

and deceit is... so embarrassed

but he can’t make himself let go

and then

deceit still can’t believe this

and then patton

hugs

him

back

???

DECEIT.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

patton doesn’t say anything

(patton is having trouble remembering how to breathe, let alone how to form words into coherent sentences)

instead patton finally manages to raise his arms

wraps them so tightly around deceit’s torso

leans forward to smell that shampoo up close

it’s eucalyptus, if you’re wondering

like second nature, patton rubs his hands up and down deceit’s back

he’s warm and soft and comforting and gentle

... oh my god, deceit has missed this so much

at some point, one of patton’s hands rises to card through deceit’s hair and he almost whines out loud at how good it feels

patton scratches his nails very softly against deceit’s scalp

deceit does whine out loud, actually

it’s illegally adorable

that little noise is enough to break the spell

deceit pulls his head back

he hopes beyond hope that his blush isn’t visible in the half light of his room

it is but patton doesn’t mention it

“um” deceit says

“sorry about. that”

eloquent as ever

patton blinks

“why sorry?”

“because” deceit starts

he doesn’t finish

because he realizes two things

the first realization: his arms are still wrapped around patton

(a distressing observation, to be sure)

the second realization?

patton’s arms are still wrapped around deceit as well

(less distress, more confusion)

“dee?”

patton’s face inches away from his

patton’s eyes sparkling even in the dark

patton’s... lips-

...

deceit is kissing him

deceit is... kissing. Him.

... huh

...

... oh! oh, he should be kissing back!

so patton kisses deceit back

and they kiss

and they... wow, still kissing, huh?

ok let’s jump forward a bit

patton has changed into some of deceit’s pajamas

(he could’ve conjured his own but they both sorta pretend to forget that fact)

(because deceit’s sleep shirt absolutely swallows patton)

(and it makes patton feel really good)

(and it makes deceit feel really good)

and patton has asked once more if deceit is sure he doesn’t mind if patton sleeps in their

“i mean, it’s your room, i don’t wanna impose, just say the word and i’ll leave-”

“patton we just made out for 20 minutes, don’t you think if i wanted you gone i’d have said so sooner?”

(deceit is being extra snarky to hide the fact that his blush has somehow not died down in the slightest)

(patton sees right through him so it’s ok)

so eventually they manage to get into bed together

no not like that remus

and there’s just like. a few beats of awkwardness

because even tho they’re *~going steady~* they’ve obviously never really done anything like this before

and deceit doesn’t wanna seem needy

and patton doesn’t wanna seem pushy

so they literally take it inch by inch

patton: *brushes his pinky against deceit’s*

deceit: *grazes the back of patton’s hand with his knuckles*

like i’m talking glacier pace

but they’re smiling and giggling (and yes, deceit, blushing) like little kids

so deceit finally works up the nerve to push his back against patton’s chest

and patton finally works up the courage to wrap his arms around deceit’s torso

and it’s like two pieces of a puzzle have just clicked in place

because

surprise surprise

turns out these motherfuckers love to cuddle

and the rest is history

edit: now with art to go with it!! thank you star!!

#sanders sides #patton sanders #deceit sanders #moceit #my posts #my writing

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icefire149 · 4 years ago

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An Angel’s Vow

Chapter Ten - (Read on ao3 | Read from the beginning)

It didn't take long to get all the shopping bags in the house. With the heel of her boot, Claire held the front door open for Cas. She knew it was because of his angel powers, but she was still silently impressed by his carry-it-all-at-once-I'm-only-making-one-trip game.

Claire followed behind him with Jack in her arms. He was still deep asleep and his face was squished into her shoulder. His downy hair pressed against her neck. She kept a hand on his back while they went into the living room.

Cas unceremoniously dropped the bags in the center of the room. He turned and his eyes softened, falling on the sleeping nephilim. "I can put Jack to bed." He held his hands out.

Wordlessly, she passed Jack over, and watched Cas take a moment to study the baby’s sleeping face. A prickle of irritation made her want to snap, that she didn’t do anything to damage the kid, but she managed to keep it choked down. Cas murmured something to Jack’s temple, and then he left a soft kiss there. After that he promptly disappeared upstairs. A weird tight feeling circled through Claire’s chest. She suddenly felt very alone.

Trying to push that thought aside, Claire started poking through the bags until she found the one with school supplies. They somehow managed to fill an entire bag with pens, notebooks, post-it notes, and high-lighters. Now she had to find a place for it.

Claire brought that bag into the kitchen and stood there for a moment surveying the room. Eventually she decided to toss it onto the table. With a shrug, she figured the table would be where their hunter school would happen anyways.

When she circled back to the living room, Cas was already there and sorting the clothes. He glanced at her over his shoulder with furrowed eyebrows. “Did you take the notebooks? They’re not here.”

“I beat you to them. They’re in the kitchen,” she said pointing with her thumb over her shoulder.

Cas nodded, and went back to making two piles. The next bag he picked up made him pause. “Oh, this one’s yours.” He passed it over.

“Thanks,” Claire mumbled, biting the inside corner of her bottom lip. She rolled the plastic bag in her hands. Inside was the black bomber jacket with the blue stripe down the sleeves and the galaxy shirt Jack picked out. Some tiny part of her just couldn’t leave them behind.

Cas went back to sorting the clothes immediately. Sighing, Claire slowly made her way towards the staircase. She didn’t particularly want to help, but she did glance back at Cas again. The bottom step groaned under the weight of her foot. “Hey Cas?”

“Yes?” He looked up. The traffic-cone, orange sweater, that Claire dubbed an abomination, was in his hands.

“Where were you going to store your stuff upstairs: in the closet or the drawers? I don’t wanna get in the way while I’m borrowing the room.”

His gaze squished into an intense squint. “I hadn’t thought about that yet.” The corner of Claire’s mouth hooked into a small, amused smile. Cas continued, “I suppose though...that I should just repack everything into the bags again. Store them out of the way down here.”

“Why?” Claire’s eyebrows furrowed. “You have an entire bedroom.”

“Yes, but I gave it to you. I wouldn’t want to overstep.”

Her smile vanished. Claire crossed her arms. “I’m living out of a duffle bag and the backseat of my car. I’m not messing with the furniture in your room.”

Cas’ head turned to the side. “But you could unpack and use that space while you’re here.”

“Or you could put your shit away like a normal person, because it’s YOUR ROOM!”

Standing up straighter, Cas tossed the sweater aside on the couch. His stare never broke from Claire’s. “For all intents and purposes the room is yours. I already told you that I don’t need a bedroom.”

“And I thought you said that I was free to leave at any time!”

“You are. I don’t under-”

“NO. So I’m supposed to just pretend I don’t see the whole little family act?” Claire took her foot off the step. Her voice dripped with venom. “Is this whole ‘helping me be a better hunter’ thing just something to ease your conscious? You couldn’t run away from playing house this time….so why not try to make up for lost time?”

Claire shoved the plastic bag into Cas’ chest as hard as she could. Cas didn’t flinch. He didn’t speak either. The shine in his sad, blue eyes made her want to scream.

The next thing she was aware of, Claire was slamming her car door shut. Her hands trembled, and that pissed her off even more. Again and again, she slammed her hands into the steering wheel until her eyes were too blurry to see a damn thing.

Claire had no idea how much time had passed when she heard a light knock on the passenger side, front window, but the blanket of night was indicator enough that it had been a while. There was no point in looking, she knew who it was so instead she started wiping the remaining tears away with the palms of her hands.

The door creaked opened and Cas slid into the front seat. In with him came the wafting smell of hot food, and Claire’s stomach immediately growled. She finally turned to him, and Cas held a plate out to her in one hand and a covered container in the other.

She raised an eyebrow. “Did you bring me grilled cheese and…?”

“Creamy tomato soup.”

She took both, and got herself situated with the plate in her lap and the soup container in her hands. But Claire stopped herself before digging in. She eyed the grilled cheese cautiously. Only one corner looked like it was auditioning to be a piece of charcoal. “Did...you cook? Like actually made this from scratch?”

“Yes.” He looked away, leaning his elbow on the door. “And the house is still standing.”

“Why did you cook when you know it’s a hazard?”

Cas sighed, and rolled his gaze back over to her. He held it for several moments before speaking. “Eat before your food gets cold. I can still remember how unpleasant that can be.”

Nodding, Claire started taking big mouthfuls of soup. They sat there like that in silence while she ate. Cas stared out the window lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn’t until Claire’s bites slowed down that Cas finally spoke. “I’m sorry.” Claire burst into a coughing fit. Her mouth had been full, and that was the last thing she was expecting from the angel.

He continued while eyeing her carefully. “I never meant to upset you. I’m in no way trying to force anything on you.” Cas turned away and leaned back in the chair. He stared at the ceiling above him.

“I know.” Claire’s voice was quiet. She put the empty soup container in the cup holder between the front seats and slid the crumb covered plate onto the dashboard. “Loo-”

“It surprised me….I surprised me..when I asked you to meet me out here. Giving away my secret location…”

“Why’d you do it then?” Claire ran her index finger across the side of the steering wheel. “You won’t even let the Winchesters near Jack.”

Cas shifted his whole body as much as he could in the front seat to face her. “I was scared when you said you were hunting alone. The feeling was overwhelming.”

“I’m not a child, Castiel.” Claire clenched her jaw. The embers of her anger were growing hotter again.

“I’m aware.” There was a low warning tone in his voice. “Don’t mistake or misshapen my fears. This isn’t about coddling you or...treating you like you’re incapable.” The tension eased in Claire’s jaw. He continued, “Those feelings mean…..your presence as well as your absence...they matter to me. You matter.”

Claire stared at him in disbelief. Her hands squirmed awkwardly in her lap. “So the teaching sessions…?”

“I haven’t lied. I want to help you, and I want to pass my knowledge along.” His head tilted just a bit. “Claire, I’ll never be able to repay you or...make anything right. I know that, but….this is something I can do. And selfishly...I’d like you to be the best.”

Claire’s lip twitched. “That’s...uh..a high bar.”

The corner of Cas’ mouth pulled into a small grin. “Honestly, I don’t think it is. Many hunters speak of Sam and Dean like they’re legendary. And….while I understand the reasons why….”

“They’re stumbling ass-backwards into everything,” Claire grinned.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Cas deadpanned. He shook his head. “The difference maker is knowledge and I have millennia of information.”

Claire’s gaze fell to her lap. She felt a myriad of emotions bouncing around her head. It made her chest feel tight. “So….this is about your guilty conscious.”

“No,” Cas frowned. “Um...uh, well, to a degree, yes. I’ll never forgive myself for the wrongs I’ve done, but my guilt isn’t why I care...or why I want to see you succeed at something that I hear you enjoy a lot.” That got Claire to glance back at him. “I see you as my friend and as my family. Just like Sam, and Jack, and Dean. And...things have been hectic since I last saw you. A part of me honestly called you here, because I missed you.”

“You did?” Her lip twitched.

He nodded. “Initially, I thought distance would be better. I didn’t think you’d want me around….” Cas glanced down at himself and sighed. “or to have to look at me.”

“Well that’s not the case,” Claire snapped. Cas looked at her startled. Her voice softened. “I thought I never wanted to see your face again….but then I’d hear through the grape vine that shit was going down...and I’d be waiting to hear from you.”

She crossed her arms and refused to look at Cas. “I figured that if Jody was on Sam and Dean’s goodbye list for the end then I was on yours, right? And then I’d get radio silence.” Claire paused. The pain in her voice didn’t hide well. “It sucks being disappointed all over again…”

“I’m so sorry. I-I…” Cas reached a hand out but stopped halfway between them. Looking away, he withdrew his hand. His next words tumbled out in a whisper. “Of course I would have called you….I wasn’t able to when things went….badly...I’m sorry. That’s a poor excuse.”

Claire rolled her gaze over to him. “Explain then.”

“Okay,” Cas nodded. “So...Dean was dealing with the mark of Cain.”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “That was a while ago.”

He sighed. “It was, but it’s where a lot of bad things started.”

“Okay. Continue.”

“It took a lot of effort to free him from the mark, and….he was resistant. Turns out he had good reason instinctually. Removing the mark also removed the bindings keeping the Darkness out of creation.”

“The Darkness? With a capital D…...Jody wasn’t kidding about that?” Claire stared at him incredulously.

“No, regrettably. Her name’s Amara, and….she’s God’s sister.”

“Yikes.”

Cas shook his head. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Claire turned in her seat, bending a leg and leaning her back into the door. “Sooo the mark broke and the Darkness was released. Nice going dumbass.”

“I know…...and it got worse.” Cas rolled his eyes. “The witch we had helping us with the spell-work, Rowena, she stole a very powerful book when the spell was complete and she….hit me with her magic.”

Claire sat up straighter. “Magic works on angels?”

“Yes, but luckily not perfectly,” he said very matter-of-fact. “She calls it her attack dog spell. And it makes the victim rabid until they drop dead with bloody eyes.”

“What….did it do to you?”

“I….I eventually broke through the rabid behavior, but I was still at the mercy of Rowena removing the spell completely. And she was persuaded to do so, but it did have lasting affects…” Cas wouldn’t meet Claire’s eye. He was carefully choosing his words. “The spell might have killed me in the long term, but it did dig deep into my being and shredded everything it touched. I’m grateful Sam and Dean were there for me during that time. The recovery was...longer than I would have liked.”

Claire nodded and ran a hand over her knee. “What happened with Amara?”

“Oh...yes. Amara.” Cas took a deep breath. “After that, Amara was the pressing issue. She took a personal interest in Dean as...he was the last bearer of the mark.”

“Gross.”

Rolling his eyes, Cas chose to ignore that. He continued, “We learned that it took Chuck….um, God – he likes to be called Chuck – and all the archangels to cage her away before.” Claire grimaced. “And there’s only two archangels left.”

“Okay, that’s a not so fun fact.”

“No. There’s nothing fun about that.” Cas shook his head. “And they’re both caged in Hell so….they weren’t exactly available.”

There was a quiet pause where Claire was still processing every bit of information Cas shared. She didn’t miss that he seemed to be growing uncomfortable. He was twitching and pulling at his coat sleeves. And then, it dawned on her. “You asshats freed the devil, didn’t you?”

Defensive, Cas argued, “We….I was trying to do what was best..for everyone.” Claire’s gaze narrowed. “Lucifer was our only option. We didn’t know where or who God was, and Sam was receiving visions as answers to his prayers. Sadly, we were being tricked.”

She nodded. “So, rip the band-aid off. How’d you do it?”

Cas frowned. “I….I couldn’t ask Sam to make that sacrifice again. Lucifer wanted to use him as a vessel again.”

“Again?” Claire coughed. Cas hummed in response. Claire continued, “We need to go back to that later. Keep going.”

“And Dean nee-the whole world needed Amara gone. To do that we needed Lucifer. So I said yes.”

Leaning forward, Claire dropped her face into her hands. “You let the devil walk around in my dad’s body. Your body.”

“I’m not infallible, Claire.”

“My dad would be spinning in his grave...if he had one.”

“Yeah….let’s not tell Jimmy about that. He would be rather upset.”

She lifted her head and stared at him oddly. “Last I checked Heaven doesn’t have cell service. How am I supposed to tell him anything?”

“That’s fair.” Cas shrugged. “These days I feel like anything is possible eventually. I’d like to be prepared.” Claire nodded. “Granted all you need is to send an angel with a note.”

Stunned, it took Claire a moment to speak. “If you weren’t hiding from Heaven...you could talk to my parents?”

“I could.” His voice came out softly. “If there’s anything you want me to pass along to them...let me know. One day I may be able to….or at the very least I might run into an angel I trust that could do that for you.”

Claire shifted her gaze so she was looking out the windshield instead. Quietly, she turned his words over and over again in her head. She was still processing when she gave him a small nod. After a few more minutes she was ready to push that information aside for a while. She turned back to Cas. “So if Lucifer was walking around in…..well, where were you?”

“Oh, um…” His gaze fell to his lap, guilty. “I agreed for him to possess me so...uh, I was right in here..as well. Only, he was in control and I had no way to overpower him.”

“You agreed to be trapped in your own mind?”

He still wouldn’t meet her eye. “Yes.” The silence stretched on long enough that Cas glanced up and saw that the last traces of Claire’s anger had cooled. She looked concerned, and between that and the guilt of his past mistakes, Castiel felt like his airway was being crushed.

“What….what happened next?”

“That’s where...it gets...uh, Dean...would call it fuzzy. I’m aware that he did pretend to be me, but that was short lived. He lost my car. He terrorized Heaven, and Hell. I’m told…..” Cas’ voice grew quieter. “-that Dean, Sam, and some of our tentative...allies..they put a lot of energy into reaching me so I could expel him.”

“Good,” Claire snapped. Cas’ looked at her quizzically. “What? I’d kick their asses if they didn’t fix your boneheaded dumbassery.”

His tone was sharp. “I did what I thought was necessary.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that it was stupid.”

“I know,” Cas barked. They both sat there in their frustration for a bit. “Eventually….Chuck came back and Amara tore Lucifer from me. Problem solved.”

Claire glared out the window. Her jaw was taut. “Don’t do that again.”

“I don’t intend to. It was vile.” Exasperated, Claire exhaled loudly. Cas continued, “Chuck and Amara came to an agreement and the world was fine again. Lucifer was free so I spent my time pursuing him.” He didn’t miss the shiver that Claire tried to hide. Softly, he added, “But there’s nothing to worry about anymore. He’s caged. He’s just a distant memory.”

They sat there in silence after that. Eyes closed, Claire leaned her head back against the glass of the window. “Thanks….for you know, telling me…”

“Thank you for...being understanding,” Cas said gently.

She opened her eyes. “Our lives are insane.”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t be.” Claire shook her head. “Things suck, but I’m glad I met Jody, and Alex, Sam and Dean.” Her eyes looked sad, but there was a soft smile fighting to stay on her face. “Jack...and you.”

Dumbfounded, Cas nodded. The emotions swelling in his chest felt inordinate. Her words meant more to him than he knew how to express.

“Whoa!” Claire flew forward, putting her hands on the dashboard and pressing her chest to the steering wheel. “Did you see that?”

Castiel tensed. “What?” He leaned forward, studying the view in front of them.

“The lights flickered. Like some kind of power surge.” She opened the car door. “Come on, let’s see what Jack did this time.”

Exhaling, Cas deflated in his seat for a moment. He knew what caused the electrical issue and it wasn’t Jack. Cas took another deep breath and composed himself. He swiftly got out of the car, taking the trash from dinner with him. Before Claire could open the house door, he paused, “Claire?”

She pivoted on her heels, turning around. “Yeah?”

Momentarily, he struggled to find the right words. He knew that he needed to get this out now. “All...um, all you need to do is ask.”

“What?” She looked at him like he grew several more heads.

“In the future...if you decide that you want me around more...or less. Just ask.”

Claire rolled her eyes, and pushed the front door open. “Yeah, yeah. I get it now.” Cas followed her into the house. She went to the staircase and paused on the bottom step again. Her eyes found his. “I’ll consider it when you start doing the same.” She went upstairs, leaving Cas confused in the living room.

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writtenbymkl · 4 years ago

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My Future || MKL

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g e n r e: angst ~ bf!mark, idol!mark

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a/n: this is my first written type of story and i’ve been interested in writing and how well i could write a short story so :( i’m so sorry if it’s bad , it’s my first time so.. and also i live for mark angst. i got the idea from listening to my future and i have sort of have an idea to continue this with a part 2 w/ try again by d.ear and jaehyun 😳 maybe... THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD SORRY >.<

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I can't seem to focus

And you don't seem to notice

I'm not here

I'm just a mirror

You check your complexion

To find your reflection's all alone

I had to go

You stand in front of Mark, trying to grab his attention for the past few hours of him being in your apartment. Being the one to initiate everything is getting difficult, especially when he’s out traveling around the world, being able to only visit every once in a while. Is it that hard to give you at least one second of his day? Is it even worth trying anymore?

“Mark, can you… um… do you want to go out for food?” You ask him while looking down at your fingers. You tuck your hair behind your ear before looking up back to him only to see that he’s still on his phone while laying on his back on your bed. You sigh. Getting up to collect your things, you grab your bag on your way towards the door of your room. Mark finally notices you get up and gets startled.

“Where are you going?” He questions. You ignore him and put your shoes on. He stares at you sitting on the couch of your bedroom. “Out.” You stated. Mark raises an eyebrow at you, completely confused on why you’re acting the way you are.

“Out where? Why didn’t you ask me?” You turn to look at him quickly, anger rising in your veins. You’ve had enough. Enough of him blaming you for the littlest things you’ve asked for him to do with you. You barely ever ask him for anything and he couldn’t do you the favor of listening to you about your need for him.

“Are you serious, Mark? I’m tired! I’m tired of trying to get you to listen. I’m-” You stop to look at him. His eyes are wide open, his phone no longer in his hands.

“I’m tired of having to try to get your attention and asking you for the smallest things that shouldn’t be a big deal. You can’t even come over without you being on your phone the second you get here! When was the last time we went out on a date?” You continue to bash him. You have never wanted to hurt him, ever. But you had enough. Maybe it’s time you focus on your future. A future without him.

Can't you hear me?

I'm not comin' home

Do you understand?

I've changed my plans

Mark just stares at you completely speechless. You smile distastefully, knowing he wouldn’t even open his mouth to say anything. He knows you're right, you don’t need him to open his mouth. He probably didn’t hear a single word fly out of your mouth.

“I’m going out. When I come home, I don’t want to see you in my place anymore.” You say while tears spring in your eyes. Mark scrambles out your bed to reach towards you. Backing up to get away from him stepping closer, you hold your hand out in front of you.

“Y/n, please, I promise-”

“Mark, don’t try to make this any harder for us. Please. I can’t. I’m done being the only one to try at this point. You’re only now noticing and begging for me to not leave because I finally spoke up.” You said.

“I swear, I’ll pay attention. I never meant for us to get this far-” He pleads.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want this anymore, Mark,” You raised your voice while gesturing you two with your hand. “Not now, at least.” You sighed. His doe-eyes that you love so much managed to have tears in them.

“Please, please don’t leave me, Y/n. I love you so much, I swear.” Mark cries. He’s on the ground, on his knees holding your hands. You don’t know to feel at this point, so you step back and his hand drops yours.

'Cause I, I'm in love

With my future

Can't wait to meet her

And I, I'm in love

But not with anybody else

Just wanna get to know myself

“I don’t think you love me. Maybe you just felt lonely and needed somebody to fill that space for you. That somebody was me. If you really did love me, I don’t think you would’ve put me through what led us to now.”

Mark sniffles and gets up. You turn around to walk out to your living room and head towards the kitchen. Grabbing a cup for water, Mark needs it afterall to calm down his nerves. Maybe it was too much? But then again, when has he thought about your feelings?

Thinking about it now, you basically put your all into this relationship. Never thinking about what you wanted to do with your future. All you saw in your future, or did see-- was Mark. And what a dangerous thought that was for you to have. Walking back to your room, you see Mark sitting on your bed once again with his head in his hands.

“How did we get here? How did we get to this point, Y/n? Help me understand where we went wrong-” Mark stumbles.

“It wasn’t me. For once, don’t put the blame on me,” You shake your head with tears in your eyes.

I know supposedly I'm lonely now (lonely now)

Know I'm supposed to be unhappy

Without someone (someone)

But aren't I someone? (Aren't I someone? Yeah)

I'd (I'd) like to be your answer (be your answer)

'Cause you're so handsome (you're so handsome)

Mark gets up from your bed and walks towards your door before stopping halfway to look at you looking down at your shoes while you play with your fingers. He smiles sadly knowing that it’s a habit of yours. You hear his footsteps continue till you finally hear your front door close.

That’s when the tears finally start to pour like heavy rain and it all hits you at once. You feel relief. All the struggles are finally over. You shouldn’t be feeling like this, you should be feeling like a piece of you just died. The most important person you used to see in your future has just left and you feel relief. What a horrible person you were.

But I know better

Than to drive you home

'Cause you'd invite me in

And I'd be yours again

‘I should have driven him home’ you think. Afterall, you did just break his heart. But you knew yourself better than he did because he would’ve convinced you to stay. Sometimes, it was just so difficult to resist Mark. All those times he forgot to show up for your dates, you would be at your apartment falling asleep to the sound of Netflix playing in the back. He would apologize the next day and you never wanted to accept it so easily but somehow, you always managed to withhold that grudge.

Your phone begins to ring and you assume it’s Mark so you decide to give him one last snippet of your voice before hearing of him again. You answer.

“Y/n, please, please don’t give up on us,” Mark whispers. You sigh and close your eyes prepared to say your final words.

But I, I'm in love (love, love, love, love)

With my future

And you don't know her

And I, I'm in love (love, love)

But not with anybody here

I'll see you in a couple years

“Listen, Mark. I’m only going to say this once more. I love you, I did. I never once gave up on us, but this was the last straw. I can’t handle being in a relationship by myself. Not now. I hope you manage to find someone who will be able to handle your career and I hope you will treat them so much better than you did to me. Maybe I’ll see you in a couple years. Maybe then we can have our happy ending,” Your voice trembled.

“Goodbye, Mark.”

“Y/n, no wait-” Mark tries to finish before you hang up the phone hearing the last of him.

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years ago

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i don't know if i'm the only one but i've often wondered exactly how hard it was to convince julian mcmahon to stick around for season five. they took his character, a feared powerful half demon and made him into the butt of the joke and the whole joke was basically ha ha look at this lovestruck fool obsessing and suicidal because he's got nothing to live with but can't die. ain't that funny? like how the fuck did the writers sell that to julian is my question

i find the entirety of season five just so goddamn insulting to cole's character. hell the fact that he got possessed by the source and this was treated as him turning evil instead of a shitty situation that got out of hand. like it wasn't bad enough he was villified for something that he wasn't even in control of half the time they couldn't even just vanquish the dude, they dragged it on and ridiculed him. i hate it here

lol. i mean. yeah. i really. like. it's like. like okay we all know cole was a fan favorite right and he & phoebe were really meant to like. be the sex appeal to the show no one else was really filling that role they were charmed's Sexy Couple tm. so like. in a sense i get the notion ab wanting to keep him around. because everyone loves him! he's bad boy! he adds this dangerous edge love balancing on a knife's point stuff like that. so like. that being said. u wanna keep him around. i just like Do Not Get how you opt to keep him around Like That. tbh. as w all things. i am blaming brad kern. i think it all really started to tank s4 (well, with mortal cole, but like) with source cole. that was bad, but i know it was part of the push to have like long form season drama character driven plots conflict between the sisters themselves it just like. sucked ass and balls imo. like i mean the fact they had to do the source as a possession just so they could get demon cole and lover cole,,, i mean it speaks to how stupid it was. the fact that u wanted cole to be a villain So Bad but the only way to do it was like. possession? sign that u should not do that like. like. like. i don't know how we're supposed to feel ab that.

and then. the vanquish. not sticking. i think like. i think they probably had the vague idea that cole having a mortal soul would not be able to be vanquished properly right? like. demons get destroyed into nothingness, but the human part of him lives, so i think they probably knew that was what they were going to do, that's what they sold to jmm and like. we sowed those seeds in the s4 finale w his ghost whispers and materialization. so i think like. they knew they wanted to Not Kill Him because he was such a fan favorite. maybe there was an intention to do a will they won't they variant of phole? and then. of course. there was the whole idea of paige cole, which, as the rumor goes, was meant to kick of in the s5 pilot, but both julian and rose shut it down. but i feel like. assuming that's true (which i 100% do assume that's true absolutely and i'm not endorsing it i don't think it would have been good or well written or whatever but like. 👀. you know?) but yeah. assuming that's true, i feel like that piece really speaks to what their designs for cole were: man meat. he was meant to be their male sex appeal and they weren't going to be picky about the narrative itself as long as he was still kicking.

but like honestly? i mean i shouldn't have to say this it's a given: it's not enough to just put your sexy man in front of a camera and call it a day like imo even a man who is not sexy can be made appealing through the power of the narrative. like, to level with you, i never really ever shipped phole nor found cole attractive at all like ever, but i can see like the fucking support beams you know i can see the infrastructure on which this whole thing can you know take on a life of its own in the earlier seasons because they very consciously put it there!! people shipped it for a reason n not just because they were two people standing next to each other on a tv screen i mean hello almost sinking a dagger in her heart but can't do it sends her away back to her sisters because he can't act out on his evil plan!! that's something!!!! that's so very something and they gave us Nothing they gave us nothing in the later seasons. and still expected it to fly. like. tbh julian was probably just like unwittingly duped like dragged along for the ride s5 which is likely why he was vanquished halfway through because i'd imagine roughly three episode in he went okay! um. what's this? guys? what's this? and then they said cole<3 you know he like knew he had to get the hell outta dodge.

anyways. if i were to resuscitate phole in s5. which like. to level w u. i wouldn’t. because they would need a lot of one-on-one screentime and we already spent so much of s4 splitting up the sisterhood in the name of phole i wouldn’t really want to continue with that per se But. if i were. this ask is getting long it’s under a cut

something something demon of the week something something realms the point is cole is there when he very much shouldn’t be and like. he and phoebe get knocked into a different plane. so their bodies are fine and at the manor, but their minds are elsewhere and they need to solve whatever it is in order to get back. and we’ll say there’s a fuckin deadline because the girls need the power of three and right now they are sealed off from accessing it. and you know phoebe’s pretty fuckin pissed with cole because you know. he dragged her down to hell and she almost gave birth to the antichrist. actually source’s heir might be fun to keep around in this au idk. the point is phoebe’s pissed at cole and cole’s pissed at phoebe because phoebe’s pissed at him but he literally didn’t have control over himself in that era and he’s not getting the space he needs to justify himself because phoebe keeps stepping over him. but they gotta work together to get out of here. and were kinda doing enemies to lover 2.0 but like now they have History. of course we’ve gotta do a moment where cole has idk done something normal and phoebe’s so riled up that she does something rash and almost dies cole saves her like catches her bridal style or something faces inches apart breathing heavy and there’s a moment. like a we’re back in early s4 moment. which phoebe immediately breaks from and like walls going flying up but just for a moment there we see it it’s obvious: she’s still in love with cole. which then segues into an argument because like. cole wasn’t sure. right? he wasn’t sure if phoebe now just genuinely hated him. but now he knows right he knows better now so why are you acting like this? why are you taking every opportunity to shut me down to shut me out? why are you acting like you hate me when you know that’s not true right that whole thing to phoebe who gets the Classic because i do hate you. i hate you for what you did to me for what you did to my family and i hate you because i loved you so much and you destroyed me and i hate you because no matter how hard i try that love is still there and i know that for a second if i stop hating you i’m going to love you just like before and you can destroy me again and i hate myself because i’d let you because i love you. you know? big speech. big reveal. i have No Idea what piper and paige are up to right now. the point is. after this big confession we get the lull the cards are on the table what the fuck do we do now which is when cole Finally gets to opportunity to say he was actually possessed by the source and manipulated by the seer and the only thing that kept him holding on was his love for her and after she became queen of hell after he saw what the source had done to her he knew it had to end he doesn’t hold it against her for vanquishing him right this is where we exonerate all wrongs we’re just saying anything bad that has happened ever? scrub it. it’s the source’s fault. cole has no resentment against phoebe. he loves her a healthy, normal, non-possessive amount, so much so He Loves Her So Much he let her kill him and like honestly would probably do it again. idk and then they make out or something. and then they’re out of whatever plane they were in by the end of the episode. And Then we get a buddy cop episode with paige and cole where they bond and also sort through everything that happened there. slowly but surely. and then we do a real phole wedding a super small affair in the manor lowkey bc i hated their wedding episode it blowed we give them a good one. wallah <3

#charmed #cole turner #phoebe x cole #💌

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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday Alexis

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warnings: none

genre: fluff

characters: akaashi, iwaizumi, + osamu

a/n: these are for alexis so they will have her name and her pronouns buuut feel free to input your own name if you’d like🏃🏻‍♀️

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happy birthday alexis!

i love you so so much and i’m so glad we’ve gotten to know each other. you always make me smile and i adore talking to you about anything and everything. thank you for all that you do <3

these are just some headcanons of where these lovely boys would take you for a birthday date 👀

ignore how crappy this is btw,, i’m just getting out of a writing rut :’)

i hope you have an incredible day my love <3

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oh btw w/ osamu’s i remember you saying your mom was hispanic and idk how she adresses your male friend/significant others buuuut my mom calls my male friends/significant others mijo and they call her mamá sooo i kinda just took it and ran 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

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•Akaashi•

akaashi didn’t have to think too hard when it came to your birthday since the two of you have had a tradition for it every single year

ever since the two of you began dating, on your birthday you guys would visit the ice rink downtown and skate to your heart's content

the details of how this became a reoccurring thing were fuzzy but you never questioned it

you both were just happy to go out and spend time together on such a special occasion

akaashi knocked on your door, feeling the ice cold wind nip at his face

soon after, you came scrambling to the door, knocking over a few things on the way as a muffled ‘i’m coming’ could be heard on the other side

as the door opened, akaashi was greeted with you and that beautiful smile of yours plastered on your face,

“Hey Keiji! Ready to go?”

he suppressed a chuckle at your frantic state, knowing full well that it was the result of your last minute tendencies,

“Are you ready to go darling? We’re not in a rush.”

you playfully rolled your eyes as you lightly pulled him inside your house and brushed the snow off of his head,

“I know, but i want to get there before it gets too crowded. let me just grab my bag and we can get going.”

akaashi smiled at your retreating figure as adoration danced within him

not only was this his favorite time of the year, but he got to spend so much of it with you and having you by his side always made the cold winter days so much warmer

you came running back towards akaashi, breaking him from his train of thought as you intertwined your fingers with his

the two of you walked hand in hand to the rink, chatting about both of your days as you glanced at the scenery around you

you decided to take a different route this year, allowing you to get a glimpse at the preparation for the new year’s festival

by the time you’d arrived, the two of you were dying of laughter, reminiscing about the past festivals spent together

once you caught your breath, you walked over to the counter to purchase your skates

you didn’t waste any time in lacing them up and pulling akaashi towards the ice, immediately letting a huge smile grace your features at the feeling of your feet gliding through the clod surface below

akaashi watched as you gracefully moved beside him, beaming as you went

to be honest, akaashi loved to ice skate too, but his main focus wasn’t on how the ice felt underneath him, it was how beautiful you looked doing something you loved

he swore he could stop right in his tracks and pull you into a kiss right then and there, but it might’ve caused an accident behind you so he decided against it

point was, he was so in love with you, and he would buy a million more pairs of skates if it meant getting to see that wonderful smile gracing your beautiful features time and time again

“Keiji, you like what you see?”

he was pulled from his mind as you squeezed his hand tighter,

“Hm?”

you let out a laugh at his confusion before turning to skate facing him, grabbing his other hand as you did,

“You were staring love.”

he softly smiled before gently spinning you back around and holding you by your waist as the two of you continued on,

“Sorry darling, you’re just so pretty i can’t help myself.”

a light blush coated your cheeks at his response, akaashi was always so straightforward with his love for you that it caught you off guard sometimes

“Thank you keiji.”

akaashi hummed as he maneuvered the both of you around a child,

“No need to thank me, i should be thanking you for giving me such a wonderful sight.”

you burst out laughing, leaning your head back into his chest as akaashi joined you with a chuckle

even though he was laughing along, his statement was serious

he was so incredibly lucky to have someone like you, to be able to look at you and hold you and call you his

he would never know what he did to deserve something so amazing, but he was so glad he did

the two of you skated the night away, laughing and talking or just enjoying being with each other in that moment

but sadly, the two of you couldn’t skate forever, making your way out of the rink once they announced that they were closing for the night

on the way home, the two of you stopped for ice cream at your favorite parlor, another birthday tradition you had created

as you walked hand in hand, taking licks of your respective ice cream, you couldn’t think of a better birthday tradition then the one spent with your love

•Osamu•

osamu sat at his desk, tapping his pencil on the edge in attempt to get the gears in his brain to start turning

people’s birthdays were usually never a big deal to him

sure he’d send them a text or stop them in the hallway to wish them a happy birthday but he never wasted his time with presents or parties

besides, he never really had the time to dwell over things like that anyways

but you were his girlfriend and he wanted to do something nice for you

the only issue is he had no clue exactly what he wanted to do

“Are ya still thinking about lex’s birthday?”

his head whipped around, watching as atsumu leaned lazily against the doorframe,

“Shut up idiot, i don’t need yer two cents.”

with a laugh, atsumu walked over to his twins bed and plopped down,

“why don’t ya just take her out to a nice restaurant or something?”

osamu sighed and spun around to face his brother,

“can ya get any more clique then that? and that’s too half-assed anyways.”

despite how long you and osamu had been dating, atsumu still couldn’t believe how whipped his brother was for you,

“why don’t ya make her dinner then? it’s more heartfelt than going out and she loves yer cooking, so it’s a win-win.”

osamu’s eyes widened as he stood from his seat, making his way to the bedroom door before turning towards his brother once more,

“ya know, maybe yer not a complete idiot.”

atsumu watched as his brother left the room with the biggest smile on his face,

“Gee thanks ‘samu, ya big sappy oaf.”

osamu spent the rest of the evening preparing for your birthday dinner

he had already asked you if you could save the later half of your special day to which you immediately complied, eager to spend some time with your boyfriend

all that was left now was to figure out what exactly to make for dinner

flipping through his recipes, osamu saw dishes that he’d made for you a million times before

he knew you enjoyed whatever he made but he was serious about wanting to make this birthday special for you

just as he was about to settle for your favorite one of his recipes he remembered something you said during one of your earlier dates

the two of you had been sitting at a booth at your favorite cafe, waiting for your coffee,

“Hey Osamu?”

he peered up at you, resting his chin on his curled hand as he did,

“What’s up sugar?”

leaning back into the plush fabric of the seat behind you, your lips tugged into a smirk,

“Wanna play a game while we wait?”

he let out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders,

“hmm, sure.”

so the two of you sat there, quizzing each other on how well you knew each other’s favorite things

he remembered that one of the only answers he got wrong was your favorite food, ending in you correcting him when he said sashimi

coming back from the fond memory, he scrambled towards the phone dialing your mom’s number,

“Osamu? oh, how are you mijo?”

osamu greeted your mom and conversed with her a bit before asking what he had called about,

“Oh mamá? I wanted to make empanadas for alexis’s birthday but i don’t have a recipe and i wanted to know if you had one?”

your mom let out a laugh from the other end of the line,

“Mijo, who do you think i am, of course i have one.”

osamu excitedly scribbled directions onto a piece of paper as your mother recited the recipe

not long after, the two said their goodbyes and osamu headed off to the store to get the ingredients for your birthday dinner

once the special day rolled around, osamu had successfully perfected the empanada recipe

of course it would never be as good as your mom’s but it was a step up from whatever burnt mess ended up in the trash can after his first attempt

the doorbell rang as soon as he set the tray of food down to cool

nerves were the main thing that were plaguing his brain as he made his way to the door

he didn’t know how you’d react or what you’d think of this birthday date he planned

but all of his nerves disappeared as soon as he opened the door to see your smiling face

he knew you wouldn’t care what the two of you did, as long as it was done together

before you even got halfway through the door you were pulled into a quick hug as a kiss was placed on the top of your head,

“Happy birthday Alexis.”

smiling up at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled you into a hug,

“Thank you Osamu,”

suddenly pulling away, you noticed a familiar scent fill the air,

“what smells so good?”

Osamu smiled as he grabbed ahold of your wrist and tugged you towards the direction of the kitchen

your eyes widened at the food in front of you, mouth on the brink of quite literally watering

osamu walked over to the kitchen to grab plates, smiling to himself at the expression of awe still plastered on your face

as soon as you took a bite you were ready to get on one knee right then and there if it meant eating like this for the rest of your life

you could tell this was your mother’s recipe by the smell and the taste and although it didn’t taste exactly as it did when you were a little girl, you still felt the love in every single bite

it was always like that when osamu cooked for you, food made with nothing but love and admiration for the person who was going to eat it

and even though you couldn’t show it in a dish, you shared that same amount of overflowing love towards him

once the two of you had finished eating, you snuggled up on the couch to watch your favorite movie

and although osamu knocked out halfway through, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to spend your birthday

•Iwaizumi•

it was almost impossible to plan anything for your birthday with how you treated surprises

not only were you not a fan of them but you always ended up spoiling it for yourself before it even lasted long enough to be a surprise

nonetheless, iwaizumi was determined to pull this one off, even if it would be the first and last time he ever did

the only issue with that was, he was never the best when it came to planning important events

you usually came up with most of the ideas for your more romantic outings, letting him take the reign when it came to your more laid back dates

but it was your birthday and iwaizumi figured he should make the effort to do something special

he knew you wouldn’t mind a night spent at home, making some crappy microwave mac n cheese as the two of you had a disney marathon, hell you’d probably even jump at the idea but he didn’t want that to be the way you spent your special day

his first instinct was to turn to the person he knew had the most experience with stealing girl’s hearts

but after a bit of consideration, he deemed that to be a terrible idea, consulting oikawa would only end in teasing and plans that just weren’t right for the two of you

in the end, he decided to do a bit of reflecting, thinking about the type of person you were and the type of relationship he had with you

and he came up with, what he hoped would be, the perfect idea

you had no clue what iwaizumi had planned, all he told you was to keep the night before your birthday free

usually you saw right through iwa’s surpises since he was never one to successfully keep things under wraps but this time around, you were left completely out of the loop

no matter how hard you searched and snooped, you couldn’t figure out whatever your boyfriend had up his sleeve

on the night of, you dressed in some comfortable clothes as you sat in your driveway, waiting for what was in store

to be honest, you were really curious as to what iwaizumi had come up with

your relationship with him was never a dull one and even though the two of you were not as spontaneous as other couples, you had your fair share of adventures

soon enough, iwaizumi slowed to a stop in front of your house, shooting you a smirk as reached over to push open the passenger side door

“What are you doing sitting in the cold?”

A smile found its way to your face as you playfully rolled your eyes,

“Waiting for you, obviously.”

Iwa let out a chuckle before leaning back in his seat and lazily throwing a toned arm over the headrest of the passenger seat,

“Well hurry up and get in here pretty girl, i dont have all night.”

letting out a laugh, you made your way to the car

one of your playlists hummed in the background as chatter soon filled the atmosphere

after a while, you began to grow suspicious, noticing you were driving father and father away from the gleaming lights of the city,

“Haji, where are we going?”

there was no response but a sly smirk and a shrug of the shoulders as iwaizumi kept his eyes on the road ahead

he had been so quiet thus far that you figured there was no point in trying to coax it out of him, opting to just lean your head against the window and watch the never ending display of grass and dirt go by

As the car slowed to a stop, the hand that was settled on your thigh throughout the drive moved to squeeze your knee,

“Come on Alexis, we’re here.”

eyeing your boyfriend suspiciously, you slowly stepped out of the car and made your way to the drivers side where he stood,

“So, what exactly are we doing here?”

iwaizumi smiled at you softly before bringing a hand up to grip your chin and tilting your head towards the sky

your eyes grew wide as you stared at the thousands of tiny stars that were scattered throughout the night sky

normally in the city, it was almost impossible to get a clear view of the night sky but out here there wasn’t a single light in sight, giving you a clear view of the beautiful world outside of your own

“Hajime, it’s beautiful.”

the hand that gripped your chin moved to cup your cheek, pulling you into a loving kiss

the kiss was soft and sweet, allowing the two of you to feel every emotion as your lips moved in sync

as the two of you broke apart for air, iwa leaned his forehead against yours and spoke in a hush tone,

“i’m glad you think so.”

pulling away and smiling at you, he intertwined his fingers with yours as he pulled you in the direction of the trunk

in it sat a few sheets and a picnic basket, something you were definitely not expecting

“I know it’s not much but i thought you’d like it.”

you turned towards the voice and watched as iwaizumi scratched the back of his neck in doubt, a display that only you had seen before

you grabbed the contents of the trunk before leaning over to kiss his cheek,

“it’s perfect, thank you.”

the two of you spread the sheet out over the field in front of you before pulling out the contents of the basket

iwaizumi had packed all your favorites, along with some of his as well

the two of you snacked on salt and vinegar chips as you enjoyed each other’s company under the stars

there wasn’t much conversation due to the fact that both of your focus was on the night sky above but just lying in each other’s hold was more than enough for the two of you

unbeknownst to you, iwaizumi’s attention had been less on the stars and more on you

the way the stars illuminated your face had to be one of the most beautiful thing he had ever seen

the starlight highlighted every single one of your features, all the things he loved the most

he was so captivated that he almost lost track of time, noticing that it was a few minutes past midnight by the time he remembered to check his phone

he gently moved you off his chest before moving to hover over you, a smile gracing his features as he stared down at the girl he’d fallen in love with

you quirked an eyebrow at him in confusion before watching him dip down to place his lips on yours once more,

“Happy Birthday Alexis.”

#happy birthday alexis <3 #akaashi keiji #osamu miya #iwaizumi hajime #akaashi x reader #osamu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi headcanons #osamu headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff

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masterhandss · 4 years ago

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I'm like the one person to ship Katarina and Kai (Gerran). Mysterious elegant gentlemany anime guys with always closed eyes just get me, ya know? They have a cute dynamic, too, but I doubt there'll be ever anything about him. He and Sienna are forever doomed to be Those Side Characters I wish were in the mainline manga/novels/anime XD

Hahaha, I definitely know how you feel! Gentleman characters who always have their eyes closed is such a specific yet interesting trope, so back when he was first introduced in VOD I was super excited to find out more about him and was specifically hyping up the moment where he opens his eyes XDD (he did when he fought Geordo, and I think that was a pretty cool moment). Kai and Sienna are super interesting because they are new characters outside of Katarina's circle who gives us a fresh dynamic with Katarina that both can and isn't tied to romance depending on how you decide to read the story.

-> hamefura verge of doom spoilers ahead <-

Katarina and Kai's relationship had a lot of potential too; Geran is simply teaching and getting close to Katarina in order to get close to Maria and win her over using Katarina's recommendations. Geran only seems to be teaching her as a professor without any friendly relationship with her (since she's just a piece in his grand scheme) but he slowly appreciates Katarina's enthusiasm and dedication to learning, and given the kind of friendly and straightforward person she is, they end up being coming quite close.

I haven't really found the time to write my feelings about VOD's ending, it's a mixed bag for me honestly. I'm really happy with the direction it went for it's final scene (*cough geordo confession cough cough*) but it was really rushed and there are so many unanswered questions and unresolved character arcs.

Kai halfway though VOD seems to accepted having a friendly relationship with Katarina, even though he still hides behind the "I'm a teacher so of course I care" and "Well, it'd be bad for me if anything happens to her". I really wished we could have gotten more about that; like how much of what he says is how he actually feels and how much of it does he *think* he feels??

I guess it's because these kinds of topics only happen when he's around Geordo, but it's pretty amusing to switch between referring to Katarina as a third/outside party and talking about her as a student he cares about. The line between being an outsider and being an ally is kinda blurry with Kai Geran, so I wished we could have seen more. I personally think he cares for her more than he realizes, but given that the series is over, we'll never be able to see if not he has already realized that he really cares for her or if it's something that has yet sink into him. I feel like this is the kind of topic where it really depends on the reader on how much Kai objectively cares for Katarina by the end of VOD.

Like, when Katarina went missing, he was sort of distressed as well. If he was asked about it, I'm sure he would have responded that he was worried "because he is her teacher" and maybe that is the case, but I'm sure he was worried because it was Katarina who was missing and he'd be sad if anything happened to her (the person, not her as the Maria-Ministry ticket), he's just very good at showing otherwise (sorry Geran but the readers are onto ya!). He's being "tsun" about her, I can feel it in my bones >:))

One thing I also really want to know more about is the unintentional love triangle(??) between Kai - Katarina - Geordo. Like, he finds amusement in seeing Geordo jealous of him and Katarina whenever they are close, and to be honest VOD presents Geran as Geordo's biggest threat rather than someone like Keith or Maria. Maybe it's just me being unable to read between the lines but I couldn't be sure whether or not he's just doing it because he likes messing with Geordo or not XDD Geran looks like he's trying to steal away Katarina, and instead of denying it or reassuring Geordo that they are simply teacher and student, he acts even more close & touchy to Katarina in order to both maintain the "friendship" they have while trying to see how the prince will react lmao. I kinda hoped we could have gotten more, I wanted to see Geran get more and more confident in his approaches to Katarina because he's aware that she really likes him as a professor, and losing the initial fear he had of Geordo who could end their lessons with a single command (also to maybe annoy Geordo a little? XDD). It would have been a great moment for Geran to brag about close his relationship with Katarina while having him slowly reevaluate what kind of relationship that is lmao. That's the kind of relationship slow burn I wanna see XDD

I also wished we could have gotten to a point where Katarina and Kai are so close that Kai begins to feel regret for originally taking in Katarina as a student simply to use her as a tool to get to Maria. Like Kai never acts rude or indifferent towards Katarina even in the beginning of the lessons, he was nice and polite from the very beginning, but on the inside I feel like he was holding back his negative feelings about being a teacher to a clueless noblewoman back when he didn't know what kind of person Katarina is.

Even if he doesn't visibly act on it, he still saw Katarina as a tool and only maintained their relationship at first because it was good for him in the long run. Hypothetically, imagine how bad he would have felt once he realizes that he appreciates Katarina as both a person and a student, and having him realize that he doesn't only want Maria to join his department in the Magic Ministry, but also Katarina as well. If you wanna make it extra ship-y, have his motivations switch from getting Maria into his department to bringing in Katarina XDD (kinda like a mirror to Raphael's goals in the main series lmao)

Like you said anon, the type of dynamic Katarina and Kai has had lots of potential to be very sweet and intriguing depending on how it could have happened. Too bad VOD is done, I wish some fanfic author could write Katarina x Kai fics to pick the pieces that VOD left us ;;w;;

I'm sorry if this whole post is kinda wack, sometimes I can't tell if what i'm writing is whats happening in VOD or what I wanted to happen in VOD XDD It's a little bit of both, so I hope I was able to distinguish my thoughts well enough.

If I mischaracterized Kai or if what I said has been proven or contradicted by the manga, feel free to point it out! I haven't read VOD in a while so Kai in this post might have been altered by my rose-colored lens hehe :))

Thank you for the ask :DD

#mh ask #hamefura #hamefura alter #my next life as a villainess #bakarina hard mode #verge of doom #hamefura verge of doom #hamefura VOD #bakarina #destruction flag otome #katarina claes #kai geran #kai gerran #no one is allowed to complain about the age gap here #this is a Kai Geran positive post!!!

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outerbxnks · 5 years ago

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boneyard keggers - jj maybank

word count: 1.8k

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: swearing, drinking. typical obx parties.

a/n: just finished writing + editing and it’s 5am so my brain is fried, please excuse errors! (also i suck at titles LMFAO)

requested: n/a

you brought the drink to your lips, allowing the burning liquid to make its way down your throat as you swayed happily to the music with your newfound friend, sarah. you’d just recently moved to the outer banks and were currently at your very first (supposedly notorious) boneyard kegger.

you quickly downed the remaining beer in your cup, and you figured since it was your first time at a kegger, you wanted to make it a night to remember. “i’m gonna go get another drink!” you told sarah, motioning to your cup. she shrugged, turning to her boyfriend and waving you off easily. you smirked, pushing your way through the crowd of strangers towards the large keg situated off to the side.

fresh drink in hand, you looked back to where your friend once stood, and noticed she and topper had both disappeared. shrugging, you moved to stand in a more secluded area, sipping at your drink. you didn’t mind being alone, in fact, it was nice. you loved sarah, but her friends (and boyfriend) were a lot. always going on about dirty pogues and whatnot, and a few names in particular stuck out, mainly some boys named john b and jj. not that you listened to their bullshit, anyways.

suddenly, you heard a commotion and pulled yourself up, trying to see what was happening. before you could even blink, a tall body came crashing into you, nearly knocking you right off your feet with the amount of alcohol in your system. “watch it!” you exclaimed, and he looked at you and back in the direction he’d come from anxiously, licking his lips. he glanced back at you, and then at the bucket hat situated on your head that you’d chosen to wear for the night. he seemed to ponder something, before he quickly snatched your hat right off of you.

you gasped in surprise, but before you could protest but he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. “what are you doing?!” you demanded, trying to fight against him, though it was no use. he was incredibly strong, and you could barely stand up as it was. he ran with you in tow, choosing to ignore your questions. you arrived at the tree line, and you opened your mouth to speak, but he was quick to silence you with his lips on yours, pushing you and pinning you against a tree.

“where’d that piece of shit go?” an angered voice called out, and you heard what you assumed to be the footsteps of a group of people.

“who cares rafe, let’s just go back to the beach!” you recognized sarah’s pleading voice, faintly. you couldn’t process much else however, as you were currently occupied forcibly kissing a stranger.

“he couldn’t have gone far, he’s gotta be here!” the voice seemed to get closer to you, and you were sure by now they could see the outlines of your figures, making out against the tree. it was dark enough that they couldn’t see much more, though.

“rafe, look at them. they’re probably just some tourons getting it on! let’s just go man.” topper, you assumed.

“fine.” rafe finally muttered, and the group left. the boy who had you pinned pulled away from you then, peering out and ensuring the group had fully left. you attempted to catch your breath and blinked to process what had just happened. you’d certainly sobered up with the situation, but you were still beyond confused. he looked relieved, and you finally pushed him off of you.

he seemed to forget about you momentarily because he stumbled back, looking at you in surprise. “who the fuck do you think you are?” you snapped, and he took a step back, hands raised in the air in surrender.

“woah, there- calm down.” he tried, but you weren’t having any of it.

“calm down? some boy i’ve never met nearly runs me over, then proceeds to steal my hat, drag me into the fucking woods and then pins me against a tree and kisses me without my permission? what part of that should i be calm about?” you ranted, and he seemed to realize how poorly he’d thought his plan through.

“shit, you make it sound really bad when you say it like that.” at your unamused expression, his tone turned more serious. “i’m sorry, okay? you saw! i was being chased by a bunch of guys, and you happened to be my only idea of escape.” he explained, and you scoffed.

“whatever, if i leave are you going to chase me down too, or can i just go back to the party?” you asked sarcastically, and he opened his mouth (presumably to speak), before he decided otherwise, instead shaking his head and gesturing that you could leave. you turned to do so, making your way towards the crowd.

“hey, wait!” he called out, and you turned around with a huff, quirking a brow. “uh, thanks for at least.. you know. not making a scene when they were right there. i owe you one.” he scratched the back of his neck, and you looked at him ludicrously.

“uh.. you’re welcome?” your confusion was evident and you weren’t really sure how to respond. you two stared at each other for a moment, unspeaking. after a long, awkward moment you were desperate to break the tense silence, so you spoke up. “why were those guys after you, anyways?” you asked curiously, and he smirked.

“they came to get drinks at the keg, and i filled their cups with vinegar instead of vodka. can’t say they were too pleased.” he reminisced, and you gave him a ‘what the fuck?’ look. he laughed, “they’re bad guys, don’t worry. you should probably stay away from them.”

you scoffed, “oh please. i already know them. topper thornton and rafe cameron, resident rich assholes of the obx.” you confirmed, and he turned to you, confused. he now had the chance to properly look you over, and his face hardened once he caught sight of your clothes.

“you’re a kook.” he stated, his tone flat. you were confused at his sudden mood swing, until his words settled in and realization dawned on you.

“you must be a pogue.” he nodded, and you waited a moment. when he didn’t speak, you crossed your arms defiantly at his harsh gaze. “is there an issue?”

it was his turn to scoff, looking at you with distaste. “pogues and kooks don’t exactly get along.”

“you seemed fine a few minutes ago when you knew nothing about me. “i owe you one”, remember that? i just saved your ass from getting beat up, do you want me to go find them? i’m sure they’d be glad to pick up where you left off.” you spat, fed up with his attitude. he tensed, and after a moment deflated, giving into your intense expression.

“fine, you’re right. doesn’t change the fact that this can’t be any more than a one-time thing.” he muttered, and you quirked a brow, smirking.

“did you want it to be more than a one time thing?” you teased, and he flushed, turning away from you. “my name's y/n. how about you, oh-so mysterious stranger?”

he chuckled, and you noticed yourself really enjoying his company. “i’m jj.” he said simply, and you burst out laughing. he stared at you blankly.

“sorry, sorry- it’s just- of course you are. topper warned me about you. and i can see why; you’re clearly nothing but trouble.” you said thoughtfully, and jj arched a brow, teasingly.

“if i’m trouble, why are you still here?” he asked, stepping closer to you. you took a step back, he took a step forward. next thing you knew, you found yourself right back where you started, back to a tree and the handsome blonde trapping you against it. this time however, you didn’t object.

“well, lucky enough for you.. i like trouble.” you whispered, leaning closer to him. he caught on, quickly meeting you halfway in a heated kiss. this one was much more enjoyable than the first, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.

you broke the kiss only for air, and smiled up at the boy in front of you. you went to lean in again, but your phone ringing pulled your attention. not moving from your position in jj’s arms, you pulled it out of your pocket, seeing sarah’s name illuminating the screen. “shit.” you muttered, motioning for him to be quiet as you answered the phone. “hey sarah!”

“y/n, where are you? we’re heading home, rafe has a girl with him, so we gotta go. you don’t wanna get on his bad side.” you rolled your eyes. “i’ll meet you guys at the car in 5.” you assured her and hung up, not giving her a chance to respond. you turned your attention back to jj, and pouted. “looks like our time is up, loverboy.”

he shrugged, reaching down and snatching your phone out of your hand. you reached for it, but he held it high, only returning the device when he was done fiddling with it. looking down, you saw he’d put his number in your phone. “text me?”

you smiled brightly, leaning up and kissing his cheek, before slipping under the arm trapping you between his body and the tree. “will do.” you winked, walking backwards slowly. you gave a final waved before turning around fully and making your way up the beach.

“y/n wait!” jj called, running after you. you turned, and he pulled your bucket hat off his head and offered it to you. “you forgot this.” he smiled sheepishly, and you took it from his hands, but to his surprise, you only placed it gently back on his head.

“keep it. it looks better on you, anyways.” you winked, before quickly walking away, knowing if you were late then you’d be asked too many questions. jj watched your leaving figure in awe, shaking off his stupid smile and making his way back to his friends.

“y/n, there you are! finally, let’s go!” sarah whined, and you rolled your eyes, climbing in the back seat of topper’s car, the rest of the group piling in as well. “hey, what happened to your hat?” she asked curiously, and you waved her off, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“i have no idea, but who cares, it’s just a hat.” you mumbled, and she shrugged, turning her attention to a conversation with topper, and you pulled out your phone, making sure no one was paying attention as you texted jj.

“when can i see you again?”

you shut off the phone, looking out the window at the passing landscapes with a single thing on your mind, a distant smile found its way onto your lips. a buzzing in your hand caused you to lift the device, the bright screen illuminating your face.

“how does tomorrow at noon sound?”

you were definitely never going to forget your first boneyard kegger.

#jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj imagine #jj maybank #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagine #obx imagine

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years ago

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The Umbrella Cafe | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Coffee Shop AU

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Words: 1711

A/N: This took longer than it should to write this, but I tried to avoid it being too close to the other Coffee Shop AU I had done last year. Enjoy.

Ever since their dad passed, the seven Hargreeves had been helping their mom run The Umbrella Cafe. It had been messy at first, being that the siblings had not seen each other since they had moved out, but everyone eventually settled within their roles around the cafe.

Luther, no matter how many times he insisted that he was in charge of the whole team, was actually in charge of inventory and occasional kitchen help. Allison was in charge of accounting and event planning. Klaus floats around between coffee making and partial cleaning, but he does surprisingly well in the kitchen. Frank, or, as his family likes to call him, Five, may be the youngest but his mind seemed older and thus became team manager. Ben was the friendly cashier and barista that everyone liked. Vanya was the shy one, but she was good at making desserts and helped Allison with event planning. Then there was Diego, who insisted that he can float and do every task that needs to be done.

You had heard about The Umbrella Cafe from your friends and decided to stop by while you were out doing errands. The front had a white umbrella logo with the name below, the windows lined with fairy lights and various types of umbrellas lined on the bottom. You ducked in from the cold, rubbing your hands together to keep them warm. Of course you’d forget a jacket on the day it rained.

“Welcome!” came a chorus of greetings from around the cafe.

You stared up at the menu, deciding to start with something simple. A young man walks out from the back, talking to another man with long hair that had been tied into a bun. The former, with a name tag that read Ben, gave you a friendly smile, taking his place behind the cashier while the latter, Klaus, went to clean the coffee machine.

“Welcome, what can I get for you today?” he asked.

You told him your order, your favorite drink paired with your favorite pastry, You’ll be using that to decide whether or not you wanted to make this place a regular go-to for hanging out and relaxing. Ben rang you up, mentioning the small bookshelf they had in the corner that he had placed himself. You decided to check it out, taking a book before finding a seat near the window.

“Diego, can you take this order?” Vanya asked, shrugging on her jacket as she walked towards the back exit.

“And where the hell are you going” Diego turned, flipping a knife around in his hand.

“I have to help Allison run some errands downtown. Please.”

Diego narrowed his eyes, then relented. “Okay, you owe me one!” he shouted at her retreating form, pointing the knife at her. She waved him off and left. “She’s lucky I’m the cool brother.”

Luther snorted, his tall form scooching passed him towards the stove.

“Hey, what was that, Donkey Kong?” Diego demanded, turning the knife to him.

Luther held his hands up in surrender. “Nothing,” he said unconvincingly.

“Enough, you too,” Ben scolded, poking his head into the kitchen before returning to the cashier.

They grunted, sending one last glare at each other for good measure and turned to their own tasks. Diego checked your order again and got to work. Vanya had recipes written out neatly and organized, but Diego would skim through it and add his own style to them. The additions weren’t bad or made the food inedible, so the others left him to it. Not like he’d listen anyways.

When your order was ready, he plated it and rang the bell, clearing up his station. Klaus grabbed it from the window and waltzed over to your table. You were already given your drink and you were happily sipping on it as you read.

“Bon appetit,” Klaus said with a dramatic bow.

You laughed. “Thank you.”

You cut a piece of the pastry off and took a bite. It was a perfect balance of sweetness topped with your favorite flavor. You took another bite, and another, trying to have yourself to take a break by sipping your drink in between. It was the best version of your favorite pastry that you had ever eaten. You were definitely going to come back again.

“Morning, (Y/n)!” Allison greeted you as you entered.

Her and Vanya were setting up a small stage for a special summer open mic night. Given that there would be more students over at night, Allison decided to make an event calendar to make most of the school break.

“You guys need any help?” you asked, putting your bag down on your usual table.

“You don’t even work here, sit down.”

Vanya dusted off her clothes and grabbed her apron from the nearby table. “I can get started on your order. The ones from earlier this morning were gone fast,” she said.

“You don’t have to. Take your time,” you assured her.

“It’s really no problem.”

You sighed. “Thank you. Oh, and, um, I’ve noticed that sometimes it tastes different. I just assumed that you were the one in charge of the pastries.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I have Diego help me when I’m swamped or busy.”

With that, Vanya disappeared into the kitchen. Allison straightened up from the stage, looking around for her other siblings before approaching your table. You smiled, wondering if there was something she wanted.

Allison cleared her throat and gracefully slid into the chair next to you. She didn’t have to say anything for you to know what she wanted to say. You raised an eyebrow at her and she mirrored your expression, adding a tilt of her head.

“Drop it, Allison.”

“Okay, okay. Anyways, I’ve got the events for the rest of the month planned out.”

Allison pulled out a printed calendar and proceeded to explain each even and asked for any feedback you can give on each one. With each suggestion you gave, she noted it down in the margins of the calendar.

Diego bursted through the back exit, having taken out the garbage and broken down boxes. He passed by Luther, who gave an exaggerated disgusted noise at the faint lingering smell of trash. Diego opened his mouth to retort when Vanya stepped over.

“Hey, I’m thinking of starting up with the new pastries Five and Allison wanted us to try out, can you help with (Y/n)’s order again?” Vanya asked.

“(Y/n)... (Y/n) here?” Diego asked, his voice sounding softer than normal. He caught himself, clearing his throat. “I mean, sure. I am the cool brother after all.”

“Thanks.”

As Diego walked towards his station, Vanya and Luther exchanged a wink. For the past few months that you had regularly visited the cafe, the siblings had noticed something brewing between you and Diego. After Allison had passed formalities with you, she had introduced you to the rest of her siblings. When you reached Diego, the two of you were frozen speechless until Allison nudged Diego. He gave a short greeting, extending a hand out to you, which you embarrassingly remember you shook way too long than normal.

Ever since then, the siblings have been conspiring to get the two of you together. Even Five, who hoped that the two of you dating would mean that Diego would be less of a mess and actually do work when you were around, had contributed to the planning and working out ways for it to go smoothly. The others were impressed with his whiteboard explanation so it was easier for them to follow his train of thought.

When the pastry was finished and plated, Diego placed it at the window and rang the bell. After cleaning up, he saw that no one had come to grab it. He stuck his head through and didn’t see any signs of Ben or Klaus.

“Where the hell are they?” Diego asked, turning to Luther.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe Five needed them in the office,” he said indifferently.

Diego frowned. “What good is Klaus in any office?”

“I don’t know, Diego, serve it yourself. Geez.”

Frustrated, Diego grabbed the plate and walked out of the kitchen, set on serving it and leaving quickly before you noticed. It seemed easier to do in his head. Yet, as he approached your table, his hands began to turn clammy as his heart raced.

Allison had left to meet up with sponsors a few minutes ago, so you had gone to Ben’s bookshelf and picked up a new one to read. Halfway through, you heard a clatter on the table, followed by a hushed curse. You looked up to see Diego who had delivered your pastry this time. It was rare to see him. After officially meeting him, you would only see him in passing or catch glimpses of him in the kitchen or cleaning.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile.

He smiled back. Opening and closing his mouth, willing himself to say something simple back. “Y-y-you’re w-w-welcome,” he said.

“Oh!” A thought had just occurred to you. “Vanya said that you sometimes make the pastries for me and I just want to say that I really like the way you make them. They’re really good, thank you.”

Diego nodded, his cheeks heating up as he quickly turned to leave. Suddenly, Ben came out and flipped the sign to “On Break, Be Back In 15 Minutes�� before beelining for the kitchen, the door locked behind him and the curtain at the window being drawn closed as soon as he entered.

“Um…” Diego narrowed his eyes, suspicious of what his siblings were planning.

“Now that you’re on break, um,” you said awkwardly, “You wanna sit with me? If you want to, you don’t have to. We can talk, if you want. I think I haven’t spoken to you at all compared to your siblings. This is only if you want to, I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to-”

“Okay,” he said, smiling.

The siblings peeked out from their respective hiding places, seeing Diego sitting and talking to you, and exchanged hi-fives and owing up to their respective bets of Diego being able to have a conversation with you.

#WritersMonth2020 #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #tua #the umbrella academy imagine #oneshot #COFFEE SHOP AU #The siblings being a goddamn family!

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babiekeiji · 5 years ago

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only you

pairing: kageyama tobio/f!reader word count: 4678 warnings: nsfw! includes mafia themes, detailed sex, some blood, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, some sorta unrequited love (yes you already know i’m the biggest whore for this shit), some making out

synopsis: kageyama tobio is part of a mafia and he can’t bear the thought of losing the ones he loved - and you don’t even know if you’re on the list.

a/n: HELLOOOO this is my first ever work here on tumblr i hope you guys like this one (even though it’s basically just . porn w a lil plot) yes leave me comments about how you guys liked this one!! hehe happy reading (◍•ᴗ•◍)

The night is quiet.

The only sound you hear is the soft buzzing of the air conditioning system and the clink of the ice in your drink, starting to form little tears outside your glass. You place your head in your hands and turn to Yachi, another medic of the mafia you belong to.

Yachi drums her fingers against the metal table she is sitting next to, anxious. “When are they coming back? It’s been nearly six hours.”

“I wouldn’t expect this one to be so easy,” Sugawara says, putting the last batch of gauzes and bandage rolls on the same table where Yachi stays adjacent. He puts his hands on his hips, “I wouldn’t expect any of their missions to be easy.”

Yachi begins to bite her nails in anticipation, her eyes pinned to the front doors of the manor. “Daichi would call, right? If he needed us?”

“If he needed us that bad,” you respond, taking your drink, “He would. Otherwise, he’d let us wait here.”

“I get worried for them every night they’re away,” Yachi muses, “We’re practically living in the middle of nowhere; it’s so hard to navigate at night.”

Sugawara sits down beside you on the couch, reaching for your drink. “They’ll be fine,” he sips, “They’re good at what they do—the most they’ve ever come back with was Hinata with a broken wrist.”

The silence ensues as the night grows. Sugawara falls asleep next to you on the couch, and Yachi gets up to make herself a cup of coffee.

How are you? You text Kageyama, to which he responds after a few minutes.

Almost done, he texts, I don’t know if anyone’s hurt. I’ll text you later on the way home.

Okay, you reply. Take care.

Keep safe.

“What’d he say?” Yachi comes in and sits on the couch across from you, a steaming cup of joe now in her hands. “I was hoping he texted you.”

“Kageyama doesn’t know the number of casualties,” you shake your head. “I don’t think we can call Kiyoko, either. They’re not exactly supposed to be on their phones in the gala.”

“How’d they get into this super-secret, all-rich-people gala again?” She asks, “I’m almost never told how their missions usually work.”

“Kiyoko hacks to get them in, I think.” You say, “Though this should be an easy mission for them. I hope there aren’t a lot of them injured.”

“We’ll have to ask Daichi permission to leave soon,” Sugawara stirs, “We’re running out of medical supplies.”

“Oh, shit, we are,” you glance towards the few remaining materials on the wheeled table. “I can go out tomorrow. I’ve got a practical exam for anatomy at 2 PM.”

“I’ll try to pick you up after school,” Sugawara answers. “But for now let’s try to get some rest.”

Sugawara lets you study his body while he sleeps, all while Yachi herself starts to drift off while she holds the now lukewarm cup of coffee in her hands. Sugawara starts to correct you on your mistakes halfway; at least the best he can in his groggy state. “You’re going to fail that exam,” he blinks slowly, yawning. “Did you even bother studying?”

“Yes, I did study!”

“Then why do you think the needle goes through here—”

The ground rumbles, signaling the nearing of a vehicle. Sugawara’s eyes light up and Yachi is suddenly wide awake. He motions for everyone to keep quiet, waiting for a sign that the car outside is them.

The familiar sound of Daichi’s car’s horn echoes in the night, and Sugawara is quick to run to the front door to let everyone in.

Tsukishima enters first, supporting an unconscious Yamaguchi with his hand wrapped around his waist, Yamaguchi’s arm slung across his shoulders. “He was drugged,” He says, approaching Yachi. “Someone was onto us.”

“Huh?” Yachi squeaks, quick to rearrange the couch’s pillows for Yamaguchi to lie on. “Settle him here, please.”

“Hey!” Tanaka enters, a cut on his cheekbone, Nishinoya limping after him. “We did great!”

“No, we didn’t,” Tsukishima rolls his eyes, sitting on the floor. “We would have been if Kageyama’s ass didn’t have to knock over the champagne tower.”

“Did he actually?” Sugawara asks, nudging Tanaka and Nishinoya to sit down on your couch. “Y/N. Get off. It’s time to work.”

“Daichi and Kageyama aren’t here yet,” you muse, eyes not leaving the opened front door. “Why?”

“Ah,” Tanaka waves his hand in excuse. “He’s getting an earful from our big daddy about how he almost compromised our mission and shit.”

Hinata runs through the doors, telling you to get up hastily so he can sit on your spot. “I’ve got a scratch on my knee,” he points to the part of his leg pant that ripped, showing a long, thin line of a wound, “It doesn’t hurt so much, though, so you can treat me later.”

You grab a rubber ribbon, a bottle of antiseptic and a few pieces of gauze. “Jesus, what did you land and trip on?” You ask as you begin to tie the ribbon above Hinata’s wound, trying to control the bleeding. Hinata leans back on the couch and closes his eyes.

Nishinoya snorts, “That’s a story.”

Sugawara puts a small bandaid on Tanaka’s cheek and ushers him off the couch so he can treat Nishinoya next.

As you finish cleaning Hinata’s wound, you see Kageyama and Daichi walk through the door, the first looking dejected with his head looking down to his shoes as he walks. Though your heart flutters at the sight of your pseudo-boyfriend, you can’t help but wonder why exactly he’s so despondent. He’s usually up and at it with Hinata after missions, arguing about who exactly did better between the two of them until Daichi or Sugawara tells them to cut it out. Today, Kageyama didn’t even bother looking at you before he left the living room.

Daichi settles in between Nishinoya and Hinata with a long sigh while Kageyama proceeds up the stairs of the manor, most likely heading to his room.

“Jeez,” Suga says, feeling up Nishinoya’s leg. “You did a number on him this time.”

“Ow!” Nishinoya says as Sugawara stretches his leg towards himself. “Ow, shit, stop!”

“He can’t stop, idiot,” you chuckle, starting to tape the gauze to Hinata’s leg. “He needs to treat your leg so you won’t cramp later on.”

“My leg just cramped, do you want me to cramp again?”

Sugawara stands up to get a hot pack for Nishinoya’s leg. Yachi is finished patching up Tsukishima and Yamaguchi and walks over to help Daichi.

“I’m not hurt,” he stops her with a raise of his hand. “I just have an excruciating headache.”

“Let me check your blood pressure at least,” Yachi says, going to grab her kit. “You might need more than a painkiller.”

“Where is Kiyoko?” Sugawara asks, entering the living room with a hot pack and a cold pack, giving it to Nishinoya. “Here. Alternate these on your leg every fifteen minutes until the ache is gone. Shoo!”

Nishinoya mumbles a quick thank you, Suga and leaves to his room upstairs. Daichi sighs for the nth time that night. “Kiyoko’s still out buying some supplies. She might not be back until dawn.”

“Poor Kiyoko,” Yachi says as she finishes taking Daichi’s blood pressure. “You’re all good, Daichi. I’ll go fetch you a painkiller for your headache and you can go on and rest.”

“Thanks, Yachi. You’re the best.”

Hinata seems to have fallen asleep on the couch because you start hearing small noises of snoring coming from him while you roll his pant leg back down. Standing up, you move his face side to side slowly, checking for any more injuries before you leave. “Hinata’s all set,” you say, smiling. “And super asleep too.”

“That boy almost died,” Daichi shakes his head. “He tripped and got left behind.”

“How did you guys almost get caught…?” You ask, grabbing the blankets under the table for Hinata, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi, who are all sound asleep.

“Kageyama knocked over a champagne tower on accident,” Daichi replies. Yachi approaches him and asks him to hold his palm out so she can give him his painkiller. Daichi takes the pill and the glass of water and swallows it before saying, “And behind the champagne tower was the man we were trying to avoid. He recognized Kageyama right away and called his goons on us.”

“Poor thing,” you say, glancing up to his room.

“You should go to visit him, Y/N.” Sugawara smiles, sitting down beside Daichi. He yawns. “Better check up on your little boyfriend before he locks his door.”

“Shut up, Sugawara,” you say as you collect some stuff to bring up to Kageyama. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“He isn’t huh?” Daichi chuckles. “Do you wanna explain why I’ve been seeing you go out of his room at 2 am lately?”

“Shut up! Goodbye. I am going now!”

“Hey!” Sugawara calls while you climb the staircase. “Not too loud tonight, okay? I have condoms in my room.”

“Sugawara!”

“They’re chocolate-flavored!”

—

Kageyama is silent.

You don’t know how to react because he lies on his bed, back facing you, with almost all his mission clothes strewn on the floor—the expensive tie you picked out for him lies beneath his work table, his Gucci belt hung on his chair, his socks on his nightstand, his vest, dress shirt, and blazer was all thrown across the expanse of his room. He is left bare, with only his dress pants to cover him up. The small lamp that sits on his desk illuminates the room, albeit hardly enough for you to make out the shadows of his toned back.

“Kageyama?” You whisper. “It’s me. I’ve got to clean you up.”

He’s not the type to be so despondent after a mission. You don’t hear him cry, though—you wish you did because when you sit on the edge of his bed and look over to study his face, he’s staring straight ahead like he’s looking five hundred one meters away. You set down the pile of instruments and materials on the space of his bed and pat his leg softly, trying to comfort him at least.

With the faint light of the room, you can see multiple cuts on his forearms and a bruise starting to blossom on his shoulder. His side is filled with scars and faded yellows of bruises from missions in the past. Kageyama’s hands seem okay—his knuckles are bloody and bruised, but it doesn’t look like the blood came from him.

You scootch over to run your fingers through his hair. “Kags,” you say softly. “I’m here for you.”

Kageyama closes his eyes and starts to shift so he’s lying on his back. He opens his eyes to look at you. “My best friend almost died today, Y/N.”

With the faint glow of his small lamp, you make out the tears that slip from his eyes. Kageyama’s eyes are glossy, and so full of love and emotion for his best friend as he starts sobbing, his hands instantaneously reaching up to wipe the tears off his face. You gently take his wrists away from his face and start swiping away each tear that comes out of his eyes.

“Because of me,” he says in between sobs. “Because of me, Y/N. He almost died because of me.”

He’s so beautiful when he’s overcome with emotion.

But you don’t know what to say to him that will make him feel better. You don’t think saying that will make him feel better, so you sit in silence, wiping away his tears.

He pushes your hands away to start angrily wiping his tears.

He doesn’t stop crying as you prepare antiseptic-soaked cotton for his cuts. You gently take one of his arms and swipe the cotton slowly, slowly over his wounds, blowing over them right after to ease the burn. His crying is reduced to sniffles, and soon enough, he stops crying altogether.

“You’re beautiful when you’re open to me like that,” you say, placing cute teddy bear band-aids on his smaller cuts. You take one of his hands and kiss all of his fingers. “I love knowing you trust me enough to cry to me.”

He uses the same hand you kissed to cup your face. He looks at you with a blank look on his face, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek. “I still have to patch you up,” you whisper. “Give me a few minutes, okay?”

He nods and lets you handle him.

When you touch Kageyama you feel like you’re holding something so fragile; you’re afraid that one single move you make on him will break him and make him hate you forever, but Kageyama’s always so gentle with you. He’s not going to flinch or groan in pain when you deal with him, because he knows you’re scared. He always tells you good job after you fix him up because he’s just that thoughtful. He stares at you with stars in his eyes while you wipe an alcohol round on his knuckles to get rid of the blood.

“Where else are you hurt?” You ask, and he shakes his head.

Kageyama pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. “I was so scared, Y/N,” he whispers. “I didn’t want to lose Hinata.”

You run your nails over the dip of his back where his spine is supposed to be, “You didn’t, Kageyama. You know to be careful the next time around.”

He holds you even tighter if that were possible. “I don’t know, it’s just—what if I actually lost him this time? And if I did, it was because I was so dumb?”

“Kageyama—”

“I almost got him killed, Y/N.” He pulls away and looks you dead in the eyes. “I almost killed my best friend.”

You’ve had enough.

You grab his face with both your hands and bring him to you to kiss him square on the lips. “You’re fine, Kageyama,” you say, before kissing him back even more. “You two will be alright.”

Though you say such comforting words, your heart aches because you say them with every bit of love you have for him inside of you—but you know he won’t love you the same way you do.

You know he won’t love you because he’s scared of losing you the most.

Take the risk, you want to tell him, while you kiss him even more. I’m worth the stakes. Hug me. Kiss me. Fill me up. Love me, in all the ways you can. Love me in all the ways you want.

Take the risk, you think, as you hold his face in your hands, your breaths mixing together as you look into his eyes, so intense, and so full of love, Love me.

You shift to straddle his waist. Your mouth pecks the corner of his mouth and trails down to his jaw. “You’re okay, Kageyama.” You remind him again, as you bring your face back to him. You kiss him again, prodding your tongue to his mouth, which he gladly opens for you. Your tongue explores every flavor of him Kageyama has to offer, while Kageyama lets his guard down enough to start sucking on your tongue. You pull away to place your mouth on his neck, no spot left unkissed.

Soon you begin sucking, licking, biting everywhere around his neck. He moans, “Fuck.” Kageyama places his hands on your hips, and you know exactly how to move them to get him riled up.

As you continue to mark his neck, you grind on him faster, moaning in time with him. “Fuck, baby—” he breathes. “You’re so good.”

You stop your assault on his neck to suck on his bottom lip, then his tongue. “Mmf,” he whines, hearing the lewd sounds of your mouth wrapped around his tongue. He pulls away to whisper, “Baby, stop.”

You stop, doing your best to grind on him slower than before. “What’s wrong, Tobio?”

He places a firm grip on your hips and squeezes his eyes shut, and it’s only now you notice that his breathing has gotten erratic. The warm glow of his lamp provides you the small shapes of the blossoming love bites on his neck and collarbones. “I.,” he whispers, shaking his head.

“What do you want, Tobio?” You say, halting the roll of your hips on his clothed cock. You take one of his hands and lick up his thumb before putting it in your mouth. You moan, making the lewdest face you can. You can feel his cock twitch in between your thighs, which only drives you to continue your grinding, his thumb still in your mouth. You let go of his hand and place it back on your hips. “What do you want?”

Kageyama’s eyes are closed in pleasure as you continue to grind on him. “Fuck,” he says. “You’re so hot.”

You chuckle and lean down to kiss him square on the lips.

Kageyama gets tired of your grinding and switches your places so he’s on top, humping his clothed, fully-hard cock uselessly against your pussy. He settles his forearms to the sides of your head and leans in enough just so your mouth is next to his ear, and you whisper, “My body is yours, Kageyama.”

He moans quite loudly at that.

“Don’t say things like that, Y/N.” He says, hastily taking off your shirt and your sweatpants.

“Why not?” You bite your nails, watching Kageyama get riled up. You arch your back as he reaches for your bra clasp, undoing it with ease and tossing it to the side, leaving you practically bare naked in front of him, save the panties you have on.

He leaves a kiss on your lips first before going to lick the length of your throat. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby.” He sucks on the spot he knows you’re weakest and he has you moaning.

Kageyama’s hips continue to grind against yours, his cock getting harder and harder by the second. The trails his own kisses down to the valley between your breasts and kisses both your under breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth and the other between his forefinger and thumb.

“A-ah, Tobio,” you say, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. “Your tongue feels so..so good.”

He releases the nipple in his mouth with a lewd pop, “Yeah? You like it when I have your tits in my mouth, baby?”

“Mmm,” you nod as he takes the other one into his mouth and starts sucking harshly on it, this time biting it too. “Oh Tobio, fuck!”

As he continues his assault on your breasts, he stops grinding to play with the hem of your panties. “Can I?” He asks, tugging. You nod hastily and he wraps his mouth around your nipple again, sucking even harsher this time. Tobio takes off your panties and drags a finger up and down your folds.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Kageyama smiles. “This wet for me?”

“Only for you, Kageyama,” you wrap your arms around his neck as he settles his face in between the crook of yours. “Only for you.”

Every single touch Kageyama delivers feels like a lick of fire straight from the hearth of the gods; your skin hot to the touch. Kageyama’s fingers, palms, skin roaming everywhere on your body only leaves you wanting more and more of him to warm you up even further.

His calloused thumb starts to rub gentle circles on your clit, causing you to moan. He drags another finger up and down your slit before easing it into you. “I love that you’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, finally starting to piston his one finger in and out of you. “It’s so fucking hot.”

He adds another finger and makes his pace inside of you even faster, and soon enough, you’re writing underneath him, tears in your eyes, the knot in your stomach starting to become irritating as Kageyama seems to be nowhere near letting you cum. Soon enough, he adds a third finger, which just has you crying in pleasure as his pace slows. “Kageyama,” you whine. “Kageyama, Kageya—”

He uses his other hand to cover your mouth. “Do you want the others to hear who’s fucking you good, Y/N? Is that what you want?”

You moan as his words drip in filth. He curls his fingers inside of you, finally reaching your sweetest spot. You moan and whine and writhe under him as he continues to pump his curled fingers inside of you. “You’re so loud, Y/N,” he chuckles. “I love that I make you like that.”

“Only you, Kageyama,” you whisper, “Only you.”

He pulls his three fingers out of you so suddenly you whine from the emptiness.

“Kageyama,” you moan. “I want you in me, Tobio.”

Kageyama swears at your filthy words. He’s quick to stick two of his cum-coated fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, the other hand going to unbutton his pants. He pulls away for a second to take off both his dress pants and his underwear to finally reveal his cock—standing proudly, not quite lifted due to how heavy and girthy he is. His cock is already leaking precum as he strokes it in front of your wet pussy. “Like what you see?” He teases, prying your legs wide open.

“I’d like it better if it was in my mouth,” you mumble, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he gets himself slick between your folds. “Or if it was actually—ah—in me.”

He positions the head of his dick to your entrance, smiling at the heat that meets him. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, baby? That’s dirty.”

You bite your nail and shrug, spreading your legs even wider for him. “I try to figure out what things you like to do while we fuck.”

Kageyama pushes himself into you little by little, the stretch and the fill of his cock inside you burning but at the same time feeling like the best thing in the world. “Kageyama,” you moan as he leans down to place his head between the crook of your neck. You turn your head to the side so you can whisper into his ear, “You fill me up so good.”

Kageyama almost growls at your words, inside of you balls deep now. His breathing grows more and more erratic with every centimeter of him inside of you. “Move, Kageyama,” you plea, raking your nails down his toned back. “Please, move.”

“N-No, baby, I—” he shudders. “I can’t, I—fuck—you feel so good. I might cum with two thrusts.”

Kageyama does his best to keep still, tense as he can be, while you wrap your hips around his waist and start moving on your own.

“Stop.” Kageyama hisses.

He then proceeds to fill you up to the brink again, balls deep, and pound into you at a monstrous pace. Kageyama’s not too big and not too long; he’s just enough that whenever he thrusts inside of you, you feel like heaven. His grip on your hips is sure to leave marks for days, but in the end, you know you love looking at them in the mirror, along with the love bites he loves to trail down your body—to you, it’s a sign of how much Kageyama loves you.

At least, how you hope he does.

Kageyama moans shamelessly into your ear, whispering I love the way you feel and You’re so tight. His filthy words only add to the knotting in your stomach, just as your fingers begin to rub tight circles on your clit. You moan as Kageyama finally gets to the spot only he knows how to reach, and from that point on, you’re nothing but a writhing mess underneath him.

“Love it when you moan like that for me,” he says, kissing your cheek while also slapping your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room. “You make the most beautiful faces.”

“Fuck, Tobio,” you whine as you throw your head side to side. You grab one of his hands and put it to your breast, to which he understands what to do right away. Kageyama begins toying with your nipple, and soon enough, is bringing one of them into his mouth once again, all while his thrusts never cease to hit your sweet spot. “Oh god, just like that..”

He stops all his ministrations on your body, sitting up and spreading your legs even wider before he thrusts in and out of you again, watching you take him so effortlessly. “You’re so wet, Y/N…” he says, and the tone of his voice confuses you. “I..I love that you’re so wet…”

Your libido suddenly disappears, and you reach up to cup his face. “Tobio—”

He jerks his face away from your touch and wipes across his cheeks—why was he crying? In the middle of sex too?

Nonetheless, he places your leg onto his shoulder and pounds into you again, this time, crying above you as well—and really, you don’t know how to feel because Tobio’s cock is hitting places your fingers can’t reach but at the same time his tears roll down the valley of your breasts and now you can’t help but cry too because everything just feels so good and wow Kageyama’s thumb is on your clit—

And you’re coming, his name on your lips like a mantra, again and again—Tobio, Tobio, oh god, yes!

He stops thrusting and cums inside of you, his sobbing still continuing, groaning while he rides out his high inside you. “I—ah—I’m sorry,” he cries. “You felt so good around me and today was just so stressful—”

You smile cup his cheek with your hand, wiping away one of his stray tears with your thumb. “It’s okay, Tobio. You’re safe with me.”

At that, Tobio bursts.

No, he literally bursts—his face bunches up a little bit before he closes his eyes and starts crying so much. He collapses on top of you and just wraps his arms around your waist, crying and crying and crying and crying, snot starting to collect on your skin and tears rolling down the sides of your body. But you don’t mind.

You really don’t mind, because these are the few moments you know are special between only you and Tobio; nothing else in the world can compare to you feel when you’re with Tobio, whether in sex or just in general—so all while Tobio shakes and stutters and cries and moans on top of you, you hold him tight, even tighter than you have before because you know you may never get to experience a love like this ever again.

Even if you know he can’t love you back.

Kageyama pulls out of you only then, going to lay beside you instead. “I’m sorry I cried while we had sex,” he sniffles. “I’m just—I’m so stressed.”

“It’s alright,” you remind him, and you think you won’t ever stop reminding him that it’s okay to feel. Moving closer to him, you wrap your arms around him and bring his head to your neck. “At least I know you’re comfortable around me.”

“I’m most comfortable around you, Y/N.”

You inhale sharply, trying your best not to even think of saying it—

“I love you, Tobio.”

You’re so stupid. You already know what he’ll say next. I love you too, he’ll start. But you know I can’t.

He sighs and clings on to you just as tight.

“I love you even more...”

And you’re left waiting. Waiting for the moment your back hits the ground after falling from the highest altitude in space. Waiting for the moment your heart breaks into fractions and pieces so you can piece them together right away, once again.

But the fall never comes, and the night stays the same.

The night is quiet, and so is he.

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suggiebabe · 4 years ago

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Movies n Feelings

A/N: Hey homies!!!! I had this idea cooked up in my head for a while and honestly I was like “alright, I’ll just write it” so its more of a drabble than an actual fic I guess?

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Angst w/ Happy Ending

Words: 1222

“Soooooo, I see you giving Mr. BoomBoom THE look, hmm?” Mina teased, elbowing your arm, snapping you out of thought. You whipped your head to look at her, and the grin on her face grew wider. “What’s THE looks?” You asked, trying to get her to rethink what she just told you. “Don’t play dumb with me Y/N! Y’know the look... The look that says ‘oh Bakugou, please sweep me off my feet and hold me like there's no tomorrow!” She laughed at her dramatic explanation and you shook your head. “He’s just a friend... Plus, you know how passionate he is about being the number 1 hero... He’d never take time out of his day to even think about me.” You looked down at your food, pushing it around the plate. “Ugh, c’mon babe! Don’t be so hard on yourself! I’m sure he’d love to have someone like you cheering him on 24/7!” You looked up at her and smiled, “Thanks...” The two of you continued to talk until lunch ended.

As you got up to throw your stuff away, you ran into Bakugou near the trash bins. “Oh, hey Bakugou, how’d your lunch go?” You asked, trying to get some kind of interaction with him. “It was alright, probably would’ve been better if your big frown didn’t bring the whole mood of the room down.” He turned to you, “I’m not really one to ask about anyone’s life, but if you’re going to keep bumming out the room, I may as well ask what's up before you start to bum me out.” You stood there, kind of shocked. Did your mood really bum out the entire cafeteria? You looked down, embarrassed that you could have caused such a scene. “Ah, it was nothing... Just some school stress y’know?” You put a smile on your face and started to turn towards the door. “I’ll try to stay out of your way from now on!” You started to walk towards the door when you heard him yell out, “Hey, just don’t be a dumbass!” You shook your head, what was that supposed to mean?

The rest of the day was bland, nothing interesting happening, but at least it was a Friday, which meant it was time for the weekly class 1-A relax day! Today everyone decided it would be fun to watch a movie instead of playing competitive games and stuff of that sort.

You got all of your blankets and pillows out of your room and headed out to the common area, where Denki and Kirishima were setting up the TV. As soon as you finished setting up your seat, you headed over to the two of them. “Hey guys! Need help with anything?” The two of them looked around and soon came up with a task for you; holding up the flashlight so they could plug everything into where it needed to be plugged into. When the three of you finished, you headed into the kitchen to start making snacks for everyone, there you were met with the sight of Uraraka and Bakugou fighting over how much butter to add to the popcorn. The three of you chuckled at the scene, making the two of them turn to look at you guys. “When the hell did you assholes get here?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t worry about it.” Kirishima said, walking towards the two, “We can take it from here, you guys go get everyone together or something.” When the two of them left, you couldn’t help but notice the small feeling of jealously in your chest. ‘Uraraka is so lucky...’ You thought to yourself.

As soon as the food finished cooking, the three of you walked out to find the common area filled with your classmates. You looked over to your spot and saw Mina sitting next to it. You smiled and brought some food over to where she was sitting. “Heyyy,” you said, walking over to her while balancing two drinks in your hand and popcorn in the other, “nice spot right?” She looked up, “Totally!” When you sat down, she pulled you close to her and whispered, “look who’s sitting across from us too...” When you looked over, your eyes met with sharp vermillion ones staring straight back at you. You immediately looked down, blushing. ‘Why was he looking at me?...’ You couldn’t help but think. Denki’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, “YOU GUYS READY FOR AN EPIC MOVIE?” Everyone cheered, and with that, the lights turned off and the movie started.

This movie didn’t particularly interest you, so there were times when you would just look around at everyone in your class. About halfway through the movie, you glanced over at where Bakugou was sitting and noticed he was sitting next to Uraraka. Now, this would’ve been alright, but the fact that she was leaning on his side, dozing off, made your heart tear into pieces. You stared for what felt like forever until Mina’s hand reached out to ask for some more popcorn. You handed the entire bowl to her and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You faked a yawn. “I can barely keep my eyes open...” She looked over at you and smiled, “Yeah sure! Have a good night Y/N!”

You gathered your blankets and pillows and headed off to your room. Your heart was as heavy as a rock, and you were so close to crying. When you stopped at your door, you heard heavy stomping coming down the hallway. Looking up, you saw a familiar blonde boy marching over to where you stood. Confusion filled your head, ‘wasn’t he watching the movie? I thought I left as quietly as possible? How did he-” Your thoughts were cut short when you heard his raspy voice call out to you. “Hey dumbass. Why’d you leave so early? The movie was only halfway done.” He said, finally stopping and standing in front of you. You looked up at him and put on a sheepish smile. “I was just feeling tir-” “Bullshit.” He cut you off. “What kind of person falls asleep at 7:30 on a Friday? This is the second time you’ve lied to me today, what’s up with that? You don’t trust me or something?” You looked towards your door, going inside and ignoring him for the rest of your school life looked really nice right now! “You gonna answer me or what?” He said impatiently. You looked up at him and sighed. ‘Let’s just get this rejection thing over with, at least he’ll leave me alone.’ You thought to yourself. “Wanna know what's been bothering me lately? I’m bothered because I have a huge crush on you, and I know you’re too occupied with being the number one hero to even give me a single thought!” The two of you stood there in a pregnant silence. After a while, he looked up and sighed. “I thought I told you not to be a dumbass.” “huh-” He grabbed your shouldered and hugged you tightly. When you didn’t hug him back because you were in shock, he grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his waist, huffing into your neck. “Wait wait wait. You like me?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah, dumbass.”

Another A/N: Thank you for reading! I’ll try to be more active on here!

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whumpiary · 5 years ago

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content warning: misplaced anger, arguments between loved ones, general insensitivity around trauma, discussed forgiveness or excusing of past abuse, briefly mentioned abusive relationship/returning to abuser, mentioned mind control and crude language used to describe it

By the time they’ve all settled at the kitchen table, they've managed to get Cass positioned on the couch with a blanket draped over him and a bucket down on the ground beside him in case he woke up with the world spinning.

Lou sits with her hands curled around her mug, feet tucked under herself like a cat. Josiah sits across on the other side, frowning squarely at the succulent positioned at the center of the table. And Mal sits between them like a damn couple’s counsellor.

Not that he’s feeling bitter about it.

He holds back the joke about the round table.

Lou clears her throat. Josiah’s hand twitches. Mal looks between them and holds the balance like the fulcrum on a set of scales.

Sitting tense like this, Lou and Josiah could almost pass for siblings. Not in looks, perhaps, but in manner. Both faces fixed with don't-give-a-fuck-irritation, both trying to find things for their hands to do before they curl into fists on automation. Both failing. Each have a way of holding their shoulders like they're caught halfway between a shrug. Mal wonders who taught who that particular way of being pissed off or if they both, over time, bashed the same shields out of sheet metal, side by side.

Maybe they were just always destined to meet each other in some gym on a Wednesday afternoon. Mal doesn’t mind the thought of destiny most days of the week. And on this one, with a long lost, very lost, friend stumbling back in through the door…

"How long has he been here, Jos?" Lou asks, voice soft and low. Josiah looks away from her straight away, arms crossed, already on the defensive. "No lies this time. Just tell me."

The long, stretching silence is heavy enough that Mal thinks for a second that maybe that Josiah's already shut down and unplugged. That they’ve already lost him. No room for conversation beyond a few grunts and a shrug. But Lou waits, and she watches. She times her breaths with the patience of someone planning to outlast.

Josiah shrugs and shifts in his seat, eyes locked at some place on the carpet. “Since Tuesday.”

Mal can’t tell if the sharp intake of breath from Lou as she closes her eyes is to stop herself from screaming or from shutting down all together. She stays like that for nearly half a minute, and Mal watches her face for clues.

When she opens her eyes she’s looking at the wood of the table, jaw clenched, fingers white-knuckled around her mug, determinedly focused on staying calm.

“Jesus, so… Five days. He’s been here five days.” She rubs her hand over her face, across the fuzz of her hair. “And why, uh… Why didn’t you tell me? Tell anyone?”

Josiah shrugs again. "I had it handled."

Lou actually laughs. A dangerous, broken glass against glass kind of sound. "Oh, I would love to know what part of having a mind controlling drug addict with a death wish sleeping on your couch you think you had handled."

Mal looks up at her with a tilt of his head and in an instant she’s scowling like a kid being scolded. She mutters something in the vague vicinity of an apology. She presses the heel of her hand to the side of her head like she's ironing out the thoughts in there. Lets out a long exhale. Barely concealed grief. Fear.

“Look, I'm not trying to be an asshole, Jos but this was stupid,” she says, after a minute or so. “This was really stupid. Cass is dangerous and you know that. He is manipulative and out of control and-”

"He was passed out most of the time, it was fine.”

“Yeah but a single word and it could have just as easily not been fine.”

Josiah just looks at her with dead eyes and shrugs. Lou searches his face, exasperated. She splays her hands wide, shrugs. "What if he had've made you go back again?"

"He didn't, though."

"But what if he had?"

“But he didn’t.”

Lou, to her credit, doesn’t launch across the table to hit him across the jaw like Mal half-expects her to. Instead, she buries her face in her hands, squeezes her eyes shut, swallows about three times before speaking.

"Jos, the last time Cass showed up out of the blue needing help, I lost you for three weeks-"

"Two weeks."

"Three," she says, voice hard. Then she tilts her head back, eyes skirting across the back wall like she's solving a math problem, expression just on the brink of cruel. "Actually, it was bang-on 22 days. Wanna take a stab at how I remember?"

Josiah just slams his jaw shut and turns his head away. The tendon in his jaw jumps, muscles of his neck taught against the jugular.

Mal closes his eyes for the barest of moments. He can still hear the sound of the empty blister pack hitting the rubbish bin. The dry, dead laugh that came along with the gonna have to find another way to tally it, huh?

Lou leans forward on the table with a look of challenge on her face and Mal straightens automatically. He can feel old habits bristling in himself, already flicking back to sit on protective defense before the first swing even comes.

He hates playing umpire. He hates that she’s asked him to do this. But it’s fine. It’s a part of figuring this mess out. They’ll be fine in a minute.

Lou clears her throat.

“Okay, so let’s assume for a second that Cass isn’t about to screw you over and sell you off to the highest bidder– ” she ignores Josiah’s scoff. “– Let’s be generous and assume the fucker’s at least a little repentant. Where has he been, then?”

Josiah looks pointedly away, arms shifting to cross over his chest again but there’s otherwise no response. Lou doesn’t shift, though her tongue flicks out to wet her lips like loading a bullet in a gun. “He’s been gone for fourteen goddamn months and then he turns up unannounced on your doorstep. The story better be pretty damn impressive.”

There’s no response.

Lou shrugs like it doesn’t matter. "Okay, so he hasn’t told you where he’s been. Fine. Has he told you why he’s come back?"

No response. Mal opens his mouth to speak but thinks otherwise and clicks his jaw shut again.

Lou barrels on. “Do you know if he’s running from someone?”

No response.

“In danger of something?

No response.

“Do you know if you are in danger of something?”

Nothing.

“Have you even fucking asked?” Her voice shakes, breath shuddering, but she’s so furious it barely seems to register.

Josiah doesn’t look at her, gaze fixed on the carpet with his own brand of burning rage. “The second I ask him that shit he’s gonna bolt and you know it.”

“Good riddance, then.”

“No, not good riddance,” Josiah shoots back. There’s a twisted sort of urgency to the way he says it that Mal’s not even sure he’s seen before on Jos. “I’m not having Cass drop dead on the end of the street because I scare him off instead of helping. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.”

“Bullshit he will.”

“What would you have done, Lou? He showed up sick and scared halfway to hell-”

“The last time he showed up sick and scared halfway to hell he was lying through his fucking teeth,” she spits. “I would have let him rot.”

The room is still and deathly quiet. Lou stays laser-focused on the man across the table from her, eyes burning. Mal can track her heartbeat by the pulsing of the pendant around her neck.

“Do you want to go back there, Josiah? Do you want to go back to Ellie?”

The tendon at the back of Josiah’s hand jumps as his fist tightens but he doesn’t respond.

“You couldn’t speak to us for a month, Josiah. You couldn’t shower, you couldn’t eat. Do you even remember that?”

“He got me out of that place. Not you.” Josiah spits with deadly precision, looking up at her. “That’s what I remember.”

Lou sits back. Bullet to the chest. She scoffs but Mal watches the ice around her glint as the words bite and cut through, needle under her skin and sit there, ready to rot. Her chest jerks in a silent hiccup, the hollow echo of what should’ve been a sob but can’t be. Not right now.

She laughs instead. Bitter, twisted, and full of grief. She crosses her arms across her chest and slouches back, looking Josiah up and down. “Oh man, I am so glad I wasted a year of my life helping you recover from everything that asshole did to you now that I know you were just gonna throw it away the second he walked back through the goddamn door.”

Josiah’s eyes slam shut. Mal makes eye contact with his wife across the table. “Harsh, Lou.”

“No it’s not, if he's not gonna give half a shit about himself, why the fuck did we even bother?”

He tries to reach for her hand. To ground her, calm her down. “Love, come on, you’re not being fair.”

“No, fuck off,” she tugs her hand away violently, tears dangerously close to falling. If Lou had been small on the porch swing not twenty minutes before she looks like a giant now. “Fuck right off. What’s not fair, is that piece of shit turning up out of nowhere and expecting us to take him back. What’s not fair is what he did.”

It’s hard, with someone halfway standing from fury, not to cower like a kicked dog. Mal tries to catch Josiah’s eye, to let him know he still has an ally but the man’s eyes are closed, shoulders knitted up and tense under the onslaught. Mal lets out a loud exhale. Lou burns on.

“And you know what else isn’t fair, Jos? Finding out five days after the fact that my best friend’s kidnapper just turned back up on his front step.”

“He’s not my kidnapper.”

“I’m sorry, what would you to prefer me to call him, Josiah? Mental rapist?”

Mal snaps his eyes to her, rocks forward in his chair. “Alright, line found, Lou. Take a walk.”

“Excuse me?”

“You asked me to call you out if you crossed a line. That’s what I’m doing,” he says, voice quiet and firm. “Get out. Go for a walk. You need to cool off.”

“No fucking w-”

“Love,” he says, reaching for her hand. “Who is this helping?”

She holds his gaze for a minute, her eyes flicking between his, ready for fire, ready for fight. Mal holds his own, squeezes her hand, hopes to God she’s listening. And then all at once she folds.

She takes a minute. She sucks in a sharp intake of breath, one hand over her own face. Squeezes her eyes shut. Takes a breath. Shakes her head. Takes another breath. In for six, hold for four-

“He might’ve gotten you out of there Jos, but he sent you in first,” she mutters, voice low and quick as though to get it out before being cut off “You might have selective memory around that particular sequence of events but I sure as fuck don’t.”

Lou pushes back from the table all at once and rushes out the front door before anyone can stop her or grab her or make a move as though to comfort, as though the decision to leave had been he own. A dramatic exit, not a necessary intervention.

Mal watches her go, takes note of the curling of Josiah’s shoulders as the door slams shut behind her.

Mal slumps back in his chair with a heavy exhale. He refrains from the urge to just sag forward, exhausted and empty after holding the tightrope tight. He hasn’t felt this drained this quickly in a long, long time.

Two hours ago he was halfway through brunch at Now he had a wife stuck in fight mode, a friend on the brink of shutting down completely, and a relative stranger withdrawing from something he wouldn’t even admit to taking. Something was telling him he was gonna need a little more time off than the convenient long weekend.

He looks to Josiah across the way. The man looks unmoored, wounded, hollowed out. Which, to be honest, was miles and miles of fair enough.

“You alright?” Mal asks softly, after the silence stretches too thin. He almost doesn’t really expect a response but Josiah’s shaking his head almost as soon as the question’s asked, face locked in a frown, eyes still staring off into the middle distance.

“I’m the one it happened to,” he murmurs, after a beat. “That’s what she always says. I’m the one it happened to.”

Mal opens his mouth. Shuts it. Opens it again. Makes a few clicks with his tongue. Sighs. He pushes his hair back from his face.

“Yeah, but… you weren’t the only one it happened to,” he says eventually. It’s an awkward way to put it but it’s what he’s got. He watches Josiah’s face carefully. Watches the “Do you know what I mean by that?”

“She wasn’t even there.”

“Mate…”

Josiah looks up at him finally and as soon as he sees the grief and understanding sitting behind the other man’s eyes, Mal exhales.

Talking to Josiah could feel like talking to a wall that kept spitting bricks back at you for every new one laid down but eventually – by the end of the hour or the end of the week or the end of a very, very long year – he’d give you a look like that and without a word confirm that he’s listening, he’s learning, he understands. He’s getting there.

“Yeah,” Josiah says as he looks away, his voice a low rumble. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

The other man closes his eyes and seems to deflate, one arm curled around his middle the other hand pressing on the back of his neck, head resting on his forearm. He looks, now Mal’s paying attention, exactly like someone who’s been solo nursing their ex-loved-one-come-kidnapper back to health for five days straight.

“What do I do, Mal?” he murmurs without opening his eyes. “I’m trying but... I don’t know what the fuck I’m meant to do.”

Mal sits back and looks the other man over, grief tugging at him but a kind of pride too. Josiah’s changed in the last year. He looks stronger now, is stronger now, but softer as well. Mal can’t imagine a question like that coming from him even six months ago.

He sighs and looks to the figure on the couch, halfway hidden with blankets, then at the frosted glass pane of the front door, then back to the man beside him. He shrugs. “Have you slept?”

“Some,” Josiah shrugs. “Not much.”

“Why don’t we start there?” Mal offers. He nods to the couch. “I’ll keep an eye on this one. And try and talk to Lou.”

Josiah looks, for a moment, like he wants to argue, but then the exhaustion seems to hit him all at once and he nods, sitting back. “Will you come get me when he wakes up?”

“If he needs you. Yeah.”

Josiah sucks a breath in and shakes his head, already starting to tangle himself backward. “No. No, he’ll get stressed if I’m not here. He gets, um... nervous. Paranoid-”

“Jos, if he needs you, I’ll wake you,” Mal repeats, gently. He taps his fingers on the table, to get Josiah’s attention, holds his gaze once he’s got it. “You can’t help him if you don’t get rest.”

The other man looks like he might break in two, eyes fogged, half-way drifting already. His eyes shift to Cass and then to Mal and then back to Cass with a hollow kind of longing. But slowly he lets out a shaky exhale. Nods again.

“You’ll come get me,” he echoes. “Okay. Yeah, okay.”

He stands, wavering just a little on his feet, and makes his way down the hallway. He squeezes Mal’s shoulder on the way past briefly and the blond man smiles a little. A silent thank you, a silent apology, a million other silent things that don’t have words to be said right now. It means the world and a half, if he’s being honest. And then Jos is gone.

The house, in the wake of things far too close to violence, feels viciously silent. The clock ticks. The rain starts up again. And for now, Mal sits in it alone.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Home - Part 15

A/N: So here’s the next part, reading everyones reactions to the last chapter made me wanna finish this part sooner for you all. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read my crazy ramblings! ILY 💕

Warnings: Some violence and swearing! Nothing too graphic.

"I traced the call and it came from within the house!!"

"W..what???...." i asked shakily, my heart racing so fast hearing those words from Sam.

"Y/N, Jack is in there somewhere, you need to get out now! Im on my way to you but I'm at least 10 minutes out. Stay on the line with me sweetheart okay"

"Okay....." i said quietly, as i went to grab my car keys from my purse i heard a loud thump from upstairs "shit Sam his upstairs!!" I grabbed my purse and made a run for the front door, i punched in the alarm code and flipped the lock open, i had the door halfway open when i felt the force of a body slam into me, i hit the door face first making the door close again as my phone dropped to the floor. I let out a scream as i struggled to escape Jacks grasp, he covered my mouth with his hand to shut me up before i drew any unwanted attention.

"Sshhhhh" he mumbled in my ear with a sinister grin on his face, tears were rolling down my face as i continued to struggle "stop fighting me your just gonna hurt yourself" he cooed lovingly like he wasn't currently attacking me!

I managed to bite down hard on his fingers that covered my mouth, he yelled and let go of me for a split second but it was long enough that i could slip away from him. I ran back towards the living room knowing that i needed to get to the kitchen to try and escape out the backdoor.... or at least get a knife from the kitchen. But i didn't get far, he dived at me knocking me into the side table next to the sofa, a table lamp and some mail scattering to the floor. In the struggle i ended up landing hard on the floor with Jack climbing on top of me trying to restrain me, he hit me hard in the face stunning me for a few seconds.... my hand blindly reached out for anything i could use to hurt him, just long enough for me to escape. My hand found the fallen lamp and i wrapped my fingers around the base picking it up and bringing it down hard over his head. The ceramic base exploded into bits on impact, Jacks eyes rolled back in his head slightly as his body went sluggish and limp on top of me, i shoved him away hard and crawled out from under him making a run to the kitchen.

"Y/N!!" He yelled loudly and i could hear his stomping footsteps coming towards me again "your making this so much harder than it needs to be baby"

I managed to get the back door open and bolted across the yard, just before i got to gate he tackled me to the floor. He straddled my hips with one hand holding my arms in place above my head while the other wrapped around my throat. I kicked my legs and tried to flip him off but it was no use, he was overpowering me, barely moving from my efforts to get away from him.

"This is where you belong baby.... with me. We can be happy again...."

"Fuck you, you psycho!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh we can play that game if you want baby.... i have missed being inside you"

He smiled as his hand from my throat started to trail downwards "have you missed me too? Bet your new guy ain't half as good as i am"

"His more than you will ever be! His twice the man you could even dream to be Jack"

"You'll never see him again" his snapped as his hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing, cutting off my airways. Just as everything started to go black Jack's weight was gone and i was gasping for air. My head lulled to one side and all i saw was Bucky punching Jack over and over and over.

"Buck! Stop.... your going to kill him!" I tried to say panicking that Bucky would end up going to jail for killing my piece of shit ex husband.

"Y/N!!!...." i heard Steve and Sams yells coming from the house before they came running outside. Sam was quick to pull Bucky away while Steve was at my side pulling me into his arms.

"Your okay sweetheart, we got you" he was saying as he held me close.

"Y/N.... baby are you okay?" Bucky was suddenly pulling me from Steve and into his arms. I nodded and cried as i clung to Bucky "Bucky i was so scared...."

"I know doll but i got you now, dont you worry"

"She needs to go to the hospital and get checked out, that head wound looks pretty nasty" Sam said in police officer mode, i heard a muffled groan from Jack and sighed in relief that he wasn't dead! Sam stood up and gave him a snide kick to the ribs "shut the hell up" he groaned looking down at Jack shaking his head "you brought this on yourself".

After being checked over by the doctor and having some tests done i was given the all clear, most of my injuries were scrapes from falling into the table and struggling against Jack and bruises to my throat as well as a swollen eye and a split lip. Nothing was broken so they released me on the condition that Bucky stayed with me for 48 hours incase i had a concussion.

"Im not leaving her side dont worry" he had said gripping my hand tight.

Sam had asked that we meet him at the house and give a statement, he wanted to know exactly what had happened. There was no way Jack was getting away with it.

I walked them through everything that happened from the moment Sam called me warning me Jack was in the house.

"When you were on the phone to me you said he was upstairs?"

"Yeah, i heard a loud thump like he dropped something pretty heavy" i nodded, i had actually forgotten about that until Sam mentioned it.

"Can we go upstairs and you can see if anything looks outta place?"

"You can stay down here doll, i can go look" Bucky said stroking his hand up and down my arm.

"No its okay, lets go".

Surprisingly everything looked untouched there was nothing out of place. From where i had heard the thump above the living room meant it was in the bedroom so we spent longer in there checking everything.

"I dont understand what could have made that noise...." i started to say but then my eyes fell on the closet door that was open slightly, we always made sure to keep it closed after Rosie got herself stuck in there a couple weeks ago. I walked over and pushed open the door fully, it was then i noticed an open loft hatch in the ceiling..... i hadn't even known it was there!!

"Son of a bitch!" Bucky mumbled stepping closer and looking up at the open hatch "his been in the attic??"

"Jesus christ...." Sam grumbled snapping photos on his phone "how the hell did he even get up there??"

"The main hatch in the hallway has a ladder, we've never even used the attic"

"Lets go take a look".

I followed Bucky and Sam into the attic, i needed to see for myself. We walked over to where the open hatch in the bedroom was and found a sleeping bag and empty food cartons laying around.

"Oh my god Buck, how long has he been up here??" I asked covering my mouth with my hand.

"Too fucking long!..... what the...." Bucky trailed off as he knelt down next to the sleeping bag and started prodding around on the floor.

"What is it?" Sam asked joining him.

"His been watching us"

"What?!! What do you mean his been watching us Bucky!!"

"There's a hole here that overlooks the bed" he shook his head disgust clear on his face "that sick fuck".

Thats when it made sense, when Jack called the other night and said i looked tired.... he had been watching me!!

"I think i'm gonna be sick" i mumbled before rushing for the ladder. I just made it in time to the bathroom before emptying my stomach.

"Doll are you okay?" Bucky asked walking in as i stood at the sink gargling some mouth wash.

"Far from it Buck, how did we not see it? What has he seen?!!"

"He was clever about it, the hole was on the edge of the light fitting so we wouldn't have noticed. We found one in the bathroom too"

"I cant stay here anymore Bucky I'm sorry..... can we go to the farm house. Please?" I begged him throwing my arms around his shoulders "just get me away from here, i feel like his eyes are on me"

"Sure, let me grab some clothes real quick. Steve has got the girls at his place for the night so we dont need to worry about their things just yet. Lets just get you out of here".

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bangtan-madi · 5 years ago

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Year of the Rabbit — Three: Hwajeon

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jimin

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, brother!Namjoon, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff

Word Count — 2.6k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight.

Warnings — language

Part — 3 / 7

A/N — I anticipate this series being 7 parts if it continues at the current pace, so it will most likely be 2 parts longer than I originally thought! :)

Previous — Next

The flower shop is one of many that line the historic street in Seoul. You're occupying one of several dozen that connect via old brick and mortar. They're all small and quaint, snuggled together in your favorite part of the city. Due to the closeness, you know your neighbors well. When facing the front of the shop, there's a supermarket on the left and a small department store on the left. Both make last-minute ideal when you're running behind on errands.

What you'd forgotten is that all the shops connect through shared attic space. It's not easy to access, but the space above each store provides useful space for storage. You've seen Yoongi tinkering with the heating units and plumbing from time to time. Jungkook pulls the panel down from the ceiling, and a retractable ladder folds out. You immediately get the impression that has also done this quite a few times before.

"I'd forgotten we even had that," you murmur. "W—Why are we going up there?"

Jungkook turns back to you with a smile. "I have a hunch. You wanna go first or me?"

Glancing up at the ladder rising into the dark and cold, you shake your head. "You first."

Your best friend laughs at your hesitation and props one foot onto the last tier of the ladder. With assured movements, he pulls himself up until he disappears into the pitch-black.

A hand extends from above. "C'mon. Grab my hand." Though still unsure, you slip one hand out from under your cocoon of warmth and take hold. "That's it," Jungkook prides. "I got you."

Moments later, you're up in the attic space with him. His cellphone is in his other hand, and he uses it to light the way. Around you are large, clunky pieces of equipment and hundreds of feet of plumping and wires. Some good they're doing now, with the power shut off.

Jungkook taps his ear while looking at you, as if telling you to listen. "Do you hear that?"

You do as he gestures, focusing on a soft hum in the distance. "What is t—that?"

Motioning to the other side of the crowded opening, the brunet says, "Your next-door neighbor is a supermarket. When the power shut off, I'd bet you a hundred-million won that a separate, backup generator kicked in. A lot of supermarkets have them nowadays."

Hope returns to your eyes as you realize what he's saying. "What, really? So they should have power!"

"Maybe not full power, but definitely should be warmer than your place," Jungkook agrees. He tightens his hand around yours and nods to the other side of the attic, where a similar floor-door is. "Let's go find out."

Jungkook descends through the supermarket attic entrance. His steps are careful as he enters the neighboring shop. It's as dark as your shop, but the air is warmer.

"Looks like it opens up in some sort of utility closet," he says, looking around as you scuttle down the ladder.

"It's warmer, though." You land cautiously on your feet.

Your companion walks towards the door, and you follow behind. As he opens it, a huge grin appears on both of your faces.

Though not as illuminated as it normally is, the supermarket is covered in a dim glow. A few of the overhead lights are casting a yellow glow on the open space, and there are emergency, neon blue lights that line every walkway, shelf, doorway, and register. Add to that the white light coming from several freezers, the magenta hues from the bakery display section, the evergreen flickers from the neon signs on the windows, and the scarlet lights of the Lunar New Year decorations at every corner of the store: the entire place looks like a carnival or rainbow colors.

"This is one of those rare times I'm totally fine with you being right."

Jungkook snickers and enters the neon-glow of the supermarket. "Doesn't look like anyone's here either." He tries the front door, seeing it's locked from the outside. "Your neighbor must've closed up early for the Lunar New Year."

"Can't blame him," you whisper.

He turns to you with a wide, bunny-like grin and announces, "I promised you dinner, didn't I?"

"Are you serious? Wouldn't that be stealing?"

He gives a flippant wave of his hand. "I'll leave money and a tip for the trouble, don't worry. What's the alternative? We're in a supermarket. The power's out. We have no way to get home, and from the looks of it out there—." He gestures to the large windows that line the front of the store. The snow is only coming down heavier, measuring almost half a meter by now. "—we're going to be here at least for the night. So yeah, you're damn right I'm serious."

As if on cue, your stomach makes a gurgling growling sound. Jungkook cocks and eyebrow, and you offer a sheepish smile. "Maybe I am a little hungry. What're you in the mood to cook, Kook?"

"It's the Lunar New Year, and I'm not about to miss out on that. How does Tteokguk sound?" At your ecstatic nod, he skips over to you and tugs at the corners of your blanket hoodie. "Are you warm enough to go shopping with me?"

"Only if we make Hwajeon, too!"

"You and your sweets, I swear."

"Promise?"

Jungkook places his hand over his heart, looking adorable despite his tone. "Cross my heart and hope to not burn down the supermarket."

You shrug. "Good enough for me. At least you're not my brother."

The brunet lets out a sound halfway between a groan and a sigh as he bounds away to retrieve a shopping cart from beyond the register. In his absence, you wander towards the baking section. At the end of the aisle, you spot exactly what you need. Edible flowers in all colors and varieties line the end-cap. You select several to your liking, admiring how they mirror the ones in your shop.

"Namjoon almost burnt down my gym," Jungkook says as he returns, finding you with half a dozen containers of edible flowers in your arms. "How do you even do that? There's nothing flammable!"

You place your findings in the cart, pulling the blanket tighter around you after you finish. "Hell if I know. Who can explain the god of destruction that is Kim Namjoon?"

"Where is he this year? Off exploring the world still?"

You nod, replying, "Yep. He's traveling with Seokjin still. Those two will be bachelors forever if they don't stop hopping from country to country, but they seem happiest with each other so..."

"You miss him?"

"Every day," you chuckle. "He's my brother. We fought like brats when we were younger, but he's pretty awesome now. Even if he did try to burn down your gym."

Your heart feels a little heavier at the thought of your brother. You were trying to not think about family over the Lunar New Year. With your parents still in Ilsan and your brother god knows where, you were alone in Seoul with only Elizabeth the 3rd and Jungkook to keep you company during constant work and school. Even your beloved co-workers were on vacation.

It's the first New Year you've spent by yourself. Well, mostly by yourself.

Seeing your mood shift and your eyes stare off, Jungkook walks up behind you and scoops you up into his arms. You let out a squeak of surprise but aren't able to make a response before he sets you down into the cart.

"You know the ingredients for Hwajeon?" he asks.

Shaking off those negative thoughts, you look at your best friend over your shoulder. Both of you are fully aware of what he's doing, but neither of you has a problem with it.

"Yep! Let's get flour while we're in baked goods. Then we'll need honey, salt, cinnamon powder, and sesame oil. You by chance know Tteokguk?"

Jungkook pushes the cart forward, allowing you to search the shelves from your seat in front of him. "You're lucky I helped my mom cook Tteokguk every New Year for almost fifteen years. It was my dish to make, so I have it memorized."

"Don't bore me, just steer me in the direction and tell me what to grab."

"You're awfully bossy," Jungkook murmurs.

Tossing a playful yet sharp glance at him, you turn towards the flour on the shelf. As you reach the glutinous rice variety, you ask, "What are Jimin and his boyfriend doing for the holiday, do you know?"

Jungkook gives a loud laugh as he pushes you along to the next item on your mental list. "Probably doing gross stuff on my sofa. Perks of living with your business partner and childhood friend are great. Jimin's awesome and he's always been like a brother to me. But holy shit, ever since he and Taehyung started dating, it's gotten awkward a few times. They have non-stop sex. Non. Stop. I hear it and..." He gives an involuntary shiver. "Let's just say I'd rather be stuck with you in a supermarket with only edible flowers to eat."

"Awww, how sweet. I'm honored."

"I'm serious!" he exclaims, eyes widening and hands moving with his words. "You call me the Gym Bunny, but they're the rabbits."

You turn and grab the salt that's to Jungkook's right, locking eyes with him in the process. "You jealous, Kookie?"

His throat moves as he swallows, something that doesn't slip past you. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

You retreat back to your seat in the cart, placing the salt to your side. "Don't know. Just thought you might've wanted to spend the Lunar New Year with someone special."

"I am. I'm with you, aren't I?"

You lower your head and pull the heated blanket around so it hides your face. The last thing you need is for him to pick up on your blush or hidden feelings. "You know what I meant. It's been a few months since you broke things off with your ex. I would've thought by now you would've met someone else."

Your best friend takes the observation in stride, offering a response of, "Just haven't met anyone that great, to be honest. I broke things off with her because I wasn't feeling it anymore. I didn't love her, and I don't think she loved me either. We're way better off as friends."

A lump forms in your throat at his words. Is that how he sees you? A friend and never anything more? You're unsure if you're comforted by this thought or horrified.

"I guess that's fair." After grabbing the sesame oil from the shelf around the corner, you turn to Jungkook and ask, "Your turn. Show me what to get for Tteokguk."

Over the next twenty minutes, the pair makes the rounds through the supermarket. By the time you've gathered the ingredients for Tteokguk and Hwajeon—along with some soju and makgeolli that make every holiday meal better—you're both hungry and dying for something to eat.

"We're gonna need a portable stove-top," you state as Jungkook adds banana milk to the cart with a greedy and childlike giggle. "The camping variety should work. Maybe we can plug it into the generator if we can find it?"

"There may be battery-powered ones, too," he says. "You go grab a couple of saucepans and cooking utensils. I'll get the stove. Meet back here in two?"

You nod, then lift your blanket-covered arms towards the brunet. "Up, up!"

Though he rolls his eyes, Jungkook leans down and scoops you up. Your arms wrap around his neck. His strength is effortless as he lifts you out of the cart and places you on the floor. The blanket catches on your toe, causing you to become off-balance. Jungkook reaches out and places his hands on your hips to ensure you don't fall. Your arms tighten around his neck.

"Whoa, you okay?" he asks.

You turn your gaze towards him, nose almost brushing against his in the process. You hadn't realized how close you both had gotten during the near-fall. Not that you're complaining. Your heart is hammering as his eyes search yours, that breathtaking brown that makes you want to melt.

God, you love his eyes.

Jungkook's lips tug upwards in a teasing expression. "Thanks, but that's not my best feature."

You shake your head a bit, not understanding what he's said. "What?"

"You said you love my eyes. I mean, they're great, but I think my personality is my best feature."

Your stomach sinks as you realize the accidental slip of the tongue. A wave of intense heat rises from your chest, up your neck, and covers your face. You break away from Jungkook and fix the blanket so it doesn't block your feet any longer.

"Fuck, I must be tired," you snigger. "I'm sorry, that was weird. Ignore me! I'll meet you in front of the bakery in two. That's the most open space."

Without waiting for him to respond, you grab the cart. Not another moment goes by before you speed towards the kitchen equipment section. It's on the other side of the supermarket, but that gives time to hide with your proverbial tail between your legs.

Searching for a set of pans to use is the last thing on your mind when you arrive. Quickly finding a pair that will work, you grab the nearest set of bowls, chopsticks, and cooking tools. It takes much less than two minutes, and you use the rest of the time to recover from your blunder.

"'I love your eyes'? Really?" You rest your forehead against the edge of the shelf, letting it press against the cold metal. A groan slips past your lips. "My god, I'm such a fucking moron."

You've been trying to ignore these feelings for a while. They've been creeping in over the last year. But none have been more difficult to hide than when you first returned to Korea after a time abroad. Jungkook glued to your side the moment you returned, and you'd spent more time together over the extensive holiday season than ever before. You had convinced yourself it was a silly crush before you left. When you returned, you told yourself that it was just a relief to be back in the arms of your best friend.

But these feelings haven't left, and they're tired of being pushed to the side. One way or another, you have to face the truth. And if there ever was a time more perfect to do some self-reflection, the Lunar New Year is a perfect time.

You breathe a heavy sigh and close your eyes. Deep down, you know the truth is evident. It has been for months. There's no point in kidding yourself any longer.

You've fallen in love with your best friend. Slowly but surely, over years and years of friendship, in a way you never expected: Jeon Jungkook has stolen your heart.

"Shit," you curse, shaking your head to yourself as your eyes flutter back open.

There it is. There's the truth you've been running from. Out in the open for all parts of your being to see. The next question to ask is even more difficult to face, and you gnaw your lower lip at the thought of it.

What are you doing to do about it?

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