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7wanderingpaws · 4 years ago

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Mess We Made - first (m)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: arranged marriage au (not bbh), doctor AU, highschool AU (first chapter only), university AU, fluff, ANGST

Words: 9.4K

WARNINGS: mature content, unprotected sex, cheating (not bbh), terrible family relations

Quick A/N: Finally, the anticipated full story for this drabble is coming! This will have more chapters! I am a bit self-conscious about this one. But I think it is a good challenge to grow as a writer. Hopefully it worked. Please let me know what you thought? ^^

Plot: You were willing to put the both of you through suffering without realizing you might hurt Baekhyun's feelings in the process. Even though he was yours, you were never his. And he would not stand in the way anymore.

tags: @byunfirstlady (hope you dont mind the tag; you were interest and since its been ages I tagged you to let you know 🥺 if you want to be tagged/untagged please reply to this post)

parts: first -- second -- third -- fourth (final)

Mess We Made, part 1

“Psst,” you heard from your right side as you walked through the corridors of your high school. Before you even managed to look in the direction of where the sound came from, a hand grabbed you, swiftly bringing you into the darkness of the corner, the cold wall pressing into your back. Baekhyun came into view with his breath-taking smile as his lips hovered over yours, stretched out in a mischievous smile. “It's me.”

Instantly, you grinned, mimicking his wide smile. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, I found you first,” he whispered, and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle manner.

He had been your boyfriend since the second half of the first year in high school. You were now both seniors, ready to graduate and enter your chosen universities. You both chose the same one, the idea of not being able to see each other too ugly to risk going to different schools.

You felt Baekhyun's hands slide down your sides, reaching the hem of your short uniform skirt and his feather-like touch made you squirm and laugh right into his mouth. He followed suit with giggles. “It tickles,” you said, and looked into his smiley eyes.

He hummed, though didn't stop his wandering hand as he massaged the upper part of your thigh, the touch sending trembles down your legs, your heartbeat growing frantic. “But you like it. When I touch you there.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, growing red. “Yeah. But only when it's you.”

These final months in high school were those moments when boys were becoming very horny, the skirts of the uniforms girls had to wear driving some of them crazy. Baekhyun, thankfully, wasn't as affected, though you were thinking if it was because he already had access to you. You would tear his head off if he tried to touch another girl, but he just wasn't that type of a guy.

Same went for you, too. Baekhyun had a sharp gaze and if he saw a guy trying to lift your skirt up, he would just deal with them in his hapkido language, and nobody wanted that. Baekhyun was a literal martial arts superstar of the school. And also a terrible nerd. He was cool and nerdy. What a combo.

While that was him, the smiling, mischievous boy many girls grew a humongous crush on, you were the more unfortunate one, though many would immediately disagree. A daughter to a huge business company, money was something that was never an issue, to put it lightly. Having your own personal driver, needing to attend pilates classes to keep your form, visiting a dermatologist at least twice per month, eating small portions… everything that would scream rich, was basically you, as much as you hated it.

The reason for your hatred was simple: you didn't belong to Baekhyun's world. Likewise, he didn't belong to yours. But how would that define anything, when both of you were literally all over each other at any given opportunity, feelings too strong to fight them? Did social status really mean something? Baekhyun was studying hard to become a doctor, wanting to bring children to this world, and he had one of the best grade averages in the entire institution. Meanwhile, you, of whom it was highly expected of, didn't have it like him. Studying was not exactly your forte, and you ended up following your parents requirements of applying for business school, so that you would study something that was running in the family. As long as they did not intervene in your relationship with Baekhyun, you would accept and agree to anything. But Baekhyun was untouchable. No matter what would happen, it couldn't, by any means, include him and you always made sure about it.

“'Cause you are mine,” he murmured in your ear seductively, and you melted in his arms.

“That, I am. Always,” you replied breathily, standing on your tiptoes to crash your lips on his before anyone could catch you not spending the break outside of the building.

You just wanted to spend time with him before your family would whisk you away from him, like they always did. Rarely have you had the power to decide your free time, sitting at your father's meetings, mothers cocktails, boredly listening to conversations about money transactions that made you feel uneasy.

“Plans for tonight?” he asked as he gave your thigh a final squeeze before letting go, patting your skirt back down to its normal form.

You hummed, leaning back on the wall lazily, your chest pushed out. “Grandparents are coming over. From mother’s side,” you said, already tired at the idea of the dreadful encounter.

Baekhyun nodded, though you could sense he was a bit disappointed. He never said anything, though. It was safe to say he was used to the way things were working with your family. After all, it had been two years by now. Two years of your relationship. And with each passing moment, the both of you seemed to grow even fonder of each other. He never complained. He loved you.

“Sorry,” you sighed again, closing your eyes for a moment when you felt his palm on your cheek that forced you to open them again, his gaze gentle. He leaned in, nudging you with his nose.

“There is nothing to be sorry about, love.”

“Of course there is,” you replied passionately. “I really want to spend more time with you, Baekhyun.”

“You will. We will be together. Once university starts-”

“Can you understand that you consume my thoughts every second? And when I am not with you, the time just drags and it's like a small hell because I cannot see your face-”

Baekhyun kissed you, interrupting your small outburst. You moaned quietly, shyly, bringing him closer by his tie. He played with your lips, teasing you with his tongue, but he wouldn't go further than that. You were in school and as much as he was mischievous, he wouldn't go that far. “I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled brightly. “I love you, too.”

“And I will wait for you no matter how long it takes, okay? Don't feel sorry. I should study anyway,” he shrugged nonchalantly as if it really weren’t a big deal.

You smiled proudly while massaging his ear with your hand. “Always responsible, my prince.”

Just like you knew he would be, your driver was waiting for you, his face typically devoid of any emotions as you trudged to the school gates, ignoring the snickering gazes of students scattered around the entrance. Baekhyun was with you, hand in hand and just before you would reach the car, you stopped to kiss him goodbye.

“Text me,” you demanded, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, and his long hair fell into his eyes. “I will.”

Not wanting to let go just yet, you took the opportunity and brushed his soft hair out of his eyes while he gently gazed into yours.

“Promise me you won’t go against your parents,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet and hushed.

You focused on him, slowly retreating your hand from his hair. “What do you mean?” you asked, despite having a very good hunch. He knew your family very well, if not from what you have told him already, then from the experiences of when you would bring him home to study together and his parents would be cold and heartless, especially to you, not accepting your relationship with Baekhyun at all.

He sighed and looked somewhere else for a moment, letting the surroundings absorb in his mind before facing you. “I don’t want something happening to you. It just seems to me that the more you go against them, the more they will push you, mentally or physically. And I don’t want that.”

His worries made you feel warm. Someone actually cared for your well-being, unlike other people you were blood-related to. “I will be a good girl, hm?” you murmured, hearing your driver opening his door to get out, obviously impatient. “I will obey. For you.”

Baekhyun nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s the talk. Now go, before Mr Lee loses his cool,” he said, stepping away from you and nudging his head towards your driver who already opened your car door, obviously urging you to hurry.

You pressed your lips together and waved at your boyfriend one more time before turning and sliding inside the car, the door shutting loudly behind you, voicing the driver's dissatisfaction with your attitude.

Even if you wanted to wave at Baekhyun, you knew he wouldn’t see you. The windows were completely black.

You were dressing up for the dreaded dinner when your mother entered your room. Without knocking, of course. She looked at your dress of dark-red colour combined with a cute black bow on your back. The A skirt was hugging your curves just the right way and the hem stopped in the middle of your thighs that were covered in black stockings. Stylish, you thought.

“Slutty,” was what she said, frowning, her forehead wrinkled into three layers of skin. “Change it.”

You looked at her from behind your shoulder, sending her a poker face before facing your mirror again. “I like it. I won’t change it.”

Your mother sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re ridiculous. Who are you dressing up for? Your lover boy isn’t coming tonight.”

“And whose fault is that?” you fired back, hating whenever they as much as mentioned him. He was too good to be pronounced in their mouths. “It ain’t mine, mother. So stop irking me!”

“Watch your tone,” she said in a low voice before sighing deeply and shaking her head. “Listen. Your grandfather and grandmother will be here soon, so change. You know they are very conservative.”

“I’m not even showing skin,” you muttered, frustrated.

“You’re still a high school student. You aren’t supposed to be looking like this.”

Swiftly turning around, you walked to her slowly. “I’m not supposed to be having a chest? A butt? I am still growing, you know. Out of all people, you should know.”

“You have those because you eat more than you should and thanks to your boyfriend you are more horny than it’s okay for someone your age which leads you to have a big appetite,” she deadpanned. “So cover yourself up. This is not a strip club.”

Your mouth fell open, complete disbelief widening your eyes. She must have not been serious. But you knew she was, so what was more annoying was the fact that you still got angry and you still fought back, despite knowing their preferences for years. You tried to ignore the sting in your chest when she talked about food and about the way your body naturally worked. You were a hormonal teenager. Why couldn’t she understand?

Quickly remembering the promise you made to Baekhyun, you collected yourself and, although in pain, you nodded. But before you could answer, your mother continued: “Besides. Given the nature of our get-together today, you do need to look more responsible.”

That made you frown in confusion. “What does that mean?”

She smiled, though it was rather smug than anything else. “You will find out soon enough.”

“Mum!”

“Change,” she commanded, something dark flashing in her eyes before she walked out of the room.

Annoying tears burned in your eyes, and you quickly grabbed your phone, wanting to complain to Baekhyun, but he beat you to it and you found messages from him sent only a couple of minutes ago that immediately pacified your wild emotions.

i’m thinking of you ❤️ always

even now

and even now

and now too

gorgeous 😘🥰

You smiled through your tears, the need of wanting to be with him growing by tenfold. He melted all the negative emotions you had in yourself and you sat down on your bed, your eyes scanning the texts, the emoticons, and then the picture you had for him. He was being silly on it, wearing your sunglasses and pretending to be a girl group member looking seductive.

With a final look, you nodded to yourself, determined to follow what you had promised.

Changing into a white shirt politely tucked into a black pencil skirt with your hair strictly tied into a knot, you looked like any worker in your father's company; not standing out, conservative and a little bit numb.

Only one thing was eating you away as you made your way downstairs to the huge dining hall, your parents already welcoming your grandparents whose eyes gave you a strict look over.

The nature of this dinner.

What could that be?

All of the dinners had something into it. Your parents never did anything just for the sake of doing it. If there wasn’t something profitable in the action, they would never bother. But what did they want from your grandparents?

“Oh, finally you decided to show up. What are these manners, letting your old folks wait for you, hm?” Your grandmother’s words sounded like crow’s wailing. Annoying, terribly annoying.

“Excuse me. Had to dress up properly for your company,” you replied in a calm tone, not paying attention to her nagging. You walked up to them and bowed politely, respecting them.

Your grandma scoffed, frowning at you while your grandfather’s eyes crinkled up a bit in a small smile, though he didn’t say anything besides nodding once to acknowledge your polite greeting.

“Let’s just sit, shall we?” your father voiced, motioning to the prepared dining table adorned in a cream table cloth. “Before the food gets cold.”

“Yes, yes, we have things to discuss anyway,” rasped your grandmother as she sat down.

Your father was at the head of the table while your mother and you sat on his right, your grandparents on the opposite site. You ended up facing your grandfather for which you were thankful. He was one of the less evil. In fact, he barely ever showed any interest in the happenings around the dirty business your family was involved in.

Now that you thought about it, you didn’t know about him and your evil grandma. You had been secluded from any warm interaction since young age, so you never even bothered asking how they met and how they fell in love. How did grandfather even deal with someone like her was beyond your understanding.

Once your mother started talking in her superior tone, you concluded that your grandfather still managed to raise up someone like your mother. He probably wasn’t any better than the rest of the family.

“We have been in close contact with the rival company,” she started and you suppressed the need to roll your eyes.

Servants put all the food in front of you; seaweed soup, lots of side dishes, meat, fish, rice, rice cakes and corn tea. You usually liked the food but given you had to listen to another business talk, you lost your appetite.

“Their son is already in his thirties, so they requested the marriage as soon as our daughter is out of high school.”

You jumped in your seat, knocking your knee in the table rather painfully. You didn’t have time to curse and look at your mother, who continued talking as if nothing was happening: “Obviously we need to finish this deal before any more losses could happen to our business. Their company is overflowing with profit-“

“What are you talking about?” you snapped, not watching your tone that came out rude.

Your father frowned. “Your attitude is honestly disappointing. How can you talk to your mother in that to-“

“I am not getting married to anyone!” you shouted, growing hot-headed, your knee throbbing in pain. “I-I have a university to attend soon! How can I marry before getting a degree?! And I have a boyfriend-“

Your mother laughed drily. “How on earth can you even consider that boy?” she said, looking at you with utmost calmness. “He is just a middle-class boy.”

Your grandmother and father joined her in chuckles. “Don’t be silly,” said your grandmother. “It’s just a high school crush. It’s always about experimenting and not understanding what love is. Silly teenager stuff.”

“What do you know about love?” you asked doubtfully, turning to your grandmother with a death glare to which she returned it back.

“How dare you question your elders?! Calm down this instant and listen!”

If it were possible, fumes would be coming out of your nose and ears. You couldn’t believe what you just heard was true. It couldn’t be. You wouldn’t allow it.

“Besides,” started your father in a scolding manner, “you are not good at studies. We agreed to let you attend the university you chose, but your studies will be fruitless since you didn’t study as you were told to. You aren’t a man either,” he scoffed and gave a side eye to your mother who now froze. “But that isn’t your fault that you weren’t born a man. That’s someone else’s.”

Completely at loss for words, you fell back in your chair, devastated at what you just heard. Not only he degraded you, but he now attacked your mother.

In a sudden need to defend your mother as a woman rather than as your parent, you snapped: “It’s the amount of sperm that a man manages to put into a woman that decides the gender. If it’s anyone’s fault that I am a girl, it’s yours!”

Everyone went silent at what you just said, your father so shocked his mouth hung open. He blinked a few times, regaining his posture but you were already standing up. “I am not marrying anyone! I already have a boy-“

“So you do all the dirty stuff with this boyfriend of yours and that’s why your mouth is so nasty!” came your father’s voice like a thunder.

“She needs to break up with him. He is no good influence on her,” butted in your grandmother nonchalantly as she slurped her seaweed soup.

You snapped your eyes to her, and to your grandfather who was frowning down at his empty plate.

“I won’t break up with Baekhyun.”

“Then keep your delusions up. But once you're out of high school, the ceremony will take place,” said your mother resolutely, sending daggers your way.

“I don’t want to do anything with your business,” you now said in despair. “I don’t want to own your company!”

Your father snickered drily in disgust. “You won’t own our company, daughter. You’re useless as it is, so we are going to merge the companies. That’s the only way we can save our hard work.”

You shook your hair. “No, I refuse!”

“You don’t have a choice,” shrugged your mother now turning back to her plate. “You can do whatever you want, but your fate is in our hands. That’s why,” she emphasized and looked at you, “for your own good, break up with your boyfriend. He is no good news. Save yourself the heartbreak. He is with you for the money anyway.”

You stood frozen, keeping the gasp in. Tears were spilling out of your eyes and you turned around, running back to your room, sobs leaving your mouth.

You always knew your family was a nightmare - cold, scary, emotionless. But this was too much for your young self.

All you wanted was warmth, safety and honest emotions.

All of those were what Baekhyun offered you.

He was more than just a boyfriend.

He was love.

That night, you didn't call Baekhyun, instead deciding to text him back to let him know that everything went fine. He was studying anyway, and if you wanted something, it was for him to become successful in a field that he was passionate about. Unlike you, who barely had any hobbies, let alone passions.

Finally crying yourself to sleep around 3am, your alarm went off too early in the morning, a strong headache first thing you felt as you turned off the blaring thing.

Sighing, you fell back on the comfortable pillows, their lavender smell engulfing your senses and momentarily offering a calming pat on your headache. Closing your eyes, you felt your eyes well up again, the idea of having to break up with Baekhyun just not adding up in your mind. How could you do that? Why would you deprive yourself of the only source of light you had in your life? For someone you never even met. Someone who seemed to be much, much older than you.

“I'm not doing it,” you whispered into the stillness of your room, your voice hoarse. Tears slid out of your eyes and down your sides until they tickled your ears. “I'm not.”

And with that, you faced your day; you washed up, put on your uniform, packed the necessary books and headed out, not saying your morning greetings, nor eating breakfast. Ignoring your surroundings, you went out not even waiting for your driver. You decided you will take the mundane route to school that day: bus and metro like Baekhyun did everyday.

“Hey, are you okay?” Someone’s fingers appeared in the line of your vision. Fingers all too familiar.

You looked up to see a worried Baekhyun, his shirt untucked and his tie loosen-up around his neck giving him the typical goofy, laid-back look that lived up very well to his personality. You managed to smile. “Yeah, just tired. Didn’t get to sleep much.”

“And why is that?” he asked, taking the closest seat to yours, looking around to check if the owner of the seat wasn’t there. When you pursed your lips, debating what to say, he added gently: “What is bothering you, hm? You know you can tell me.”

Releasing probably the nth sigh of that day, you closed your eyes for a moment before looking at him. “Let’s talk after school maybe. It’s not something to discuss here.”

Baekhyun nodded but you saw the rapid thinking his mind drifted off to. He could sense trouble, especially with your family. “Alright, let’s do that. But your driver-“

“He didn’t drive me to school, so he won’t be driving me from school,” you said in a monotone and Baekhyun raised an eyebrow at that.

“How did you come to school?”

You shrugged. “Like you do everyday. Public transport.”

Slowly, his mouth stretched to a soft, lopsided smile, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Enjoyed it?”

You mimicked his smile, his touch easing up the tension you couldn’t get rid of since last night. “Yeah, thoroughly. Only you were missing. Then it would be perfect.”

His smile only grew and you turned your head slightly, kissing his hand before he retracted it, keeping the eye contact while he kissed the same spot your lips touched on his hand.

You watched in small awe and you giggled when he added a louder smooch. “You’re unbelievable.”

He let out a laugh, standing up when the bell rang. “But you love me.” He squeezed your shoulder.

“That I do.”

After that, you couldn’t focus any more in any of the classes. Once again it was proved that you wouldn’t be able to even imagine your life without Baekhyun next to you. Yes, the idea of marriage was scary but you’d marry him. In an instant.

Finally coming up with a way to make something out for yourself and of that damn deal your parents made, you slipped out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang announcing the end of your last class of that day. Quickly pulling out your phone, you hid in the toilets and dialed your mother's phone who lazily picked up after countless attempts.

“What.”

So you were still in a war zone. “If I am to get married,” you started without further ado, “he can not touch me. And I won’t be breaking up with Baekhyun.”

It was silent for a moment before your mother let out a laugh. “Oh, honey. We do want you to finish university first before anything else will happen.”

She didn’t add anything more which confused you. “Okay, either way, I won’t be breaking up with Baekhyun.”

“Do whatever you deem correct. Though I bet he won’t like you getting married to someone else? Didn’t you always say how loyal he was?”

You grit your teeth. “Why do you suddenly care about his loyalty?” you hissed, pacing in the small toilet space. “That isn’t your business. You will always get what you want and I already said I will comply but on my terms.”

“Your terms are cheating on your husband? Or on your boyfriend? I really don’t know where this attitude comes from in you. Neither me nor your father are like that-“

Before she could finish, you burst out laughing. “What? You aren’t like that? Don’t be delusional, mother. You’re trying to marry me off for your own profit!” you exclaimed, raising your voice. “The only thing I am asking - no, I am going to do it whether you like it or not. I will be with Baekhyun. I’ll be with him until he breaks up with me.” Because there was no way you would do it.

Your mother was silent for a moment and then she sighed. “Do as you want. As long as you sign the papers…” she trailed off. “I have a meeting now. Let’s discuss once we are home.” And she ended the call.

You realized you were trembling only when you finally let your hand dangle next to your body, already tired from the fights.

At least she didn’t say anything against the idea.

You took it as a positive sign.

You didn’t go home that night. Baekhyun suggested to sleep over at his house and you gladly agreed. It wouldn't be the first and certainly not the last time. His parents knew you well and you always felt their warm welcome whenever Baekhyun brought you home with him. His mother was a great cook and whenever you saw her, you were reminded of Baekhyun's kind smile.

“Are you staying for the night?” asked his mother with a laugh when you greeted her with a polite bow.

You smiled shyly, nodding and looking up at Baekhyun who was gazing down at you encouragingly. “Yes, if that is okay, auntie.”

“Of course! It's Friday night anyway. My son just keeps studying and not living his young life properly so please, be our guest.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and she said she would prepare a late dinner for you while you and Baehyun went to his room to change into something more comfortable.

“Could you borrow me some of your clothes?” you asked once in his room as you were working on unbuttoning your uniform's shirt and watched shirtless Baekhyun roam in his drawer for your favourite shirt of his.

“Here you go,” he said, coming up to you with the shirt and joggers, but instead of handing them to you, he just put them on the bed and mumbled a soft: “Let me.”

His fingers took over the unbuttoning process, and you closed your eyes at the feathery touch of his hands as he uncovered more skin. When he was reaching your stomach, he paused and you cracked your eyes open, finding him gazing at you intently before his eyes fell to the middle of your breasts that were exposed. He unbuttoned the last two buttons swiftly and then pushed his hands inside the shirt, dragging his fingertips over your hips and waist, tapping each bone of your ribcage until he slid his hands up to your shoulders, sliding the material off. “You want to keep your bra?” he asked, almost as if he wasn't breathing loudly, mimicking your rapidly rising and falling chest.

Shaking your head gently, you mumbled a soft no before he nodded in acknowledgement and with one hand unclasped the bra. He stepped even closer, your nose almost touching his broad and very naked chest. You felt his breath on your cheek as he whispered, pulling on the straps of your bra: “May I?”

Swallowing harshly, you nodded and looked up at him to find his fiery gaze intently set on you. When he pushed the straps off your shoulders and your bra fell to the floor, you shivered at the cool air hitting the hot skin as Baekhyun's fingers were back again, dragging them from your back through your underarms until he reached the sides of your breasts. His breathing was irregular, hot puffs hitting your face while you whimpered softly, egging him on to finally grab you.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered shakily and you let out a loud sigh when he finally took a hold of your mounds, squeezing them gently in his palms.

You brought your arms around his neck, stretching the skin on your chest and you kissed him hungrily, the heat in your core growing almost painful for not being satisfied as you so badly wished you would be.

Baekhyun pushed his tongue into your mouth, going for a dirty kiss right away as he gave a final, stronger squeeze to your breasts before letting them go, bringing his hands down to your backside, bunching up your skirt in lust. He let out a satisfied moan when he grabbed the meat, his finger momentarily sliding inside and between your thighs. You were fast to break the kiss, needing air and also needing to whine because you needed him so badly.

His naked torso pressed now to yours, his hands cheekily teasing you and grabbing you, he was all about games.

“Baekhyun, the food is ready! Come quickly before it gets cold!” shouted his mother down the hallway, thankfully not coming to Baekhyun's room. You froze in his arms nonetheless to which he chuckled.

“Relax,” he murmured, pressing his face into your neck. “She knows not to disturb when my door is closed and you are with me.”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you let go of him just when he did.

“Once we are back,” he said, helping you put on his big t-shirt. “I will take care of that wetness down there. Seems pretty severe.”

You quirked an eyebrow, looking at the tent that was asking for attention over his joggers. “You sound so unaffected.”

He looked down just where your eyes were set and chuckled as if it was nothing. “Oh, sweetie, it's always like this when I'm with you. I just can't help it,” he said and leaned in, biting your earlobe. “You bring out the man in me.”

Everything was a long lost dream and you should have known it. Things you imagined and desired were not what the reality had in store for you, and it just made it more difficult for you to face Baekhyun. Even when you went on the last high school trip where you had the biggest fun, made the most exciting memories, sneaking behind the group to steal a small kiss, even all of that was not able to lighten up your damp mood. Somehow, it was possible for you to fake it, but you would have been dumb if you ever thought Baekhyun believed your words or smiles. He could sense trouble from miles and given the nature of your family, he was always well-aware of how many troubles could grow overnight in your household. He just wouldn't know the severity of the problem. And you weren't planning to tell him, just like you promised yourself and your mother, not until Baekhyun would break up with you.

And right now, it was your graduation day.

The D-day had come when you would have to say goodbye to all your friends, even the fake ones, and you would be a little closer to losing Baekhyun. Except you wouldn't know it would happen that fast.

“Congratulations!” squealed Baekhyun's mother who was fast to hug Baekhyun and you both at the same time, squeezing you to her chest. Your face was pushed into the colourful bouquet of flowers that smelled wonderfully - but from a distance. You tried to squeeze your eyes shut but you just looked down, catching Baekhyun's worn-out converse sneakers.

Baekhyun snorted a laugh when he saw your face in the freezias, and gently pushed you away from his mother to protect you. As you straightened up, you managed to scrunch your face just in time to sneeze.

“Oh dear, I'm so sorry,” giggled Baekhyun's mother and even his father chuckled from behind her which made your heart warm up.

“It's alright, auntie,” you waved your hand, feeling your eyes watering up but you laughed nonetheless because - how could you ever be mad at such a sweet woman who was the only person on Earth to have the right to call Baekhyun hers? As much as you wished, you were nowhere near close to have the right for him to be yours. And maybe you would never be. “Looking at you, I wonder how was my son able to sweep you off of your feet! You're so beautiful!”

You smiled shyly and felt Baekhyun's soft gaze on you, ready to reach out for your hand before his mother pushed the bouquet into his arms. “This is for you, son, and this is for you, my dear,” she said, giving you one as well.

Just when you were about to thank her politely and bow, your mother's cold voice interrupted the merry atmosphere, your happy smile dying down as you turned to face her, your father and a- stranger? A man, to be exact.

“Here you are,” she said, sending a cold smile towards Baekhyun's parents, ignoring your boyfriend altogether. She stepped closer so she wouldn't be overheard, and muttered: “I guess your wishes will come true soon.” She leaned back and you followed her with your eyes as she stepped aside. “Mr Kwon, please meet my daughter,” she introduced you before continuing, “and this is Mr Kwon Minheob, your fiancée. Greet him properly!” she ordered but you didn't even process what she said.

Standing frozen, your arms were about to let go of the bouquet you just received were it not for Baekhyun who was fast enough to get the flowers out of your grasp. “Oh, that's great news! I'll take these for you!” he exclaimed with a smile and you looked at him with pure horror in your eyes. “Congrats by the way! I will miss you as my classmate!” he added and quickly bowed to your parents. “I'll see you around someday!” And with that, he turned and left.

In that instance, many things were swirling around in your brain - complete, utter shock, overwhelm, fear, heartbreak. What did Baekhyun just do? Why did he say that? And where was he going-

“Nice to meet you,” said the older male with a deep voice. You turned your stare back at him, hearing your heart beating in your ears. “What a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you and your studies. It is so nice of you to lower yourself and your status and attend a regular high school with ordinary people. I believe we will have a lot in common.” He finally uncrossed his hands from behind his back and you found a pastel pink bag dangling off of his somewhat thick fingers. “And this is my congratulatory present for you. Congratulations on graduating high school.”

Once again, you just stared at the bag, unable to make your own hand move and accept the gift with a polite bow like you were expected to. The only thing ringing in your mind was Baekhyun and him only. He found out much sooner than he was supposed to and you hated yourself because he was most probably hating you right now. What was worse - his parents were there, too. They all saw it when it all seemed like you were just about to stay with their son forever. Yet, your family, as always, ruined it all and you weren't sure if you would recover.

Looking up to the tall, grown man, it didn't take you a lot to know he was far from anyone you could have feelings for, ever. The words he just spoke, the malice he said them with, was everything you were standing for. Obviously, he was no one you could have things in common with.

Your father stepped next to you and, painfully, pinched your side, making you gasp and automatically reach out for the gift with a low bow. His fingers were squeezing your skin through your dress and it rushed tears in your eyes, but you blinked them away while accepting the gift and staring at the polished shoes of Kwon Minheob.

“Nice to meet you,” you mumbled, straightening up. The gift bag felt heavy in your hand but you tried not to pay too much attention to it. Eventually, your father also removed his hand from your back and he gave you a pressed smile, though you didn't look at him. “Congratulations, our daughter. Now we can go all to our house and have a good di-”

“I'm sorry, but I still have, eh, friends to greet and meet,” you said, “we also all agreed to have our last meal together as a class,” you added, looking up to meet your father's eyes. You weren't lying; the entire class wanted to meet and have chicken and beer. Preferably spend the time loudly somewhere in a good restaurant.

He shot you a dissatisfied scowl, but you held his gaze. “Until when? You won't be meeting them anyway, why waste time?”

“Exactly,” pressed your mother and smiled brightly at Mr Kwon, who kept observing you with quite an unreadable expression. “And we have Mr Kwon to entertain.”

Quite literally you thought you would start wailing right then and there; everyone was going against you, nobody seeming to listen to your words. Just when you felt tears prickle your eyes, Mr Kwon spoke up and surprised all of you.

“That is not necessary,” he declared, giving a curt smile towards your parents, “she is still young and should enjoy her classmates one last time. I suppose it will be difficult to do it once they all go their own way,” he said in a diplomatic voice, looking at you the entire time. It took a lot in you not to flinch and shudder under his gaze. “So go and enjoy, miss, and I will meet you soon to have a more private conversation with you.” You nodded quickly, though blood was already draining from your face at the idea of what he suggested. Mr Kwon turned to your parents. “I will leave you to entertain your daughter and I will reach out soon.”

Before anyone else could say another word, he gave a short bow and disappeared in the mass of people.

“You do realize-” your mother started, but you were fast to push the bag into her chest, not caring whether she caught it or not, and dashing for the direction that Baekhyun disappeared into.

Of course you were aware how much you would get scolded once you actually faced your parents, but right now you couldn't care less. It was better to get scolded, but losing Baekhyun or even making him hurt just the tiniest of bits made you resent yourself.

And so you pushed past crowds, stopping to say hi, keeping an eye out for any coconut head out there with a family that shone brighter than yours would ever shine. Just when you were about to lose it and start straight up crying in the middle of the crowd, you felt a hand intertwining with yours and you just knew. He didn't turn you around, but you felt his body behind yours and it was you who turned, facing him with a scared expression.

“Baekhyun,” you whimpered. Seeing his kind smile made you want to slap him because why was he like that after what he heard?

“Hm? Want to tell me about it now?” he asked gently and combed your hair out of your face, his smile growing by an inch. “Pretty.”

You took a deep breath, shakiness overtaking your legs from unwanted pressure. “It isn't what you think it is.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don't want to marry him,” you said and this time, your tears rapidly grew in your eyes and were rolling down your cheeks. “I-I-I never… I mean, not yet. I did-didn't know he would come, I never saw him before and-”

“Shhh, calm down,” he hushed, bringing your face to his chest, hugging you to himself. “Let's talk about it another time.”

“No,” you said, hiccuping, “I am not losing you, Baekhyun.”

“You aren't.” “I'm not losing you,” you repeated, closing your eyes and pressing your face more into him, taking a deep breath of his scent, feeling up his warmth and presence. “I'm not losing you.”

He called your name gently. “It's fine. Don't cry, hm? You know I can't stand seeing you cry. I am not mad and I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered urgently into your ear.

“I just hate my family so much,” you mumbled into his chest. Baekhyun's shirt must have been stained by make-up by then, but neither of you cared. “And I don't want their terrible attitude to damage you.”

“It won't damage me. You are important to me, you. Look at me, hm? Look at me, darling.”

You sniffed and stepped away a little, tilting your head so you could see his kind eyes. He cooed, reaching up to run his thumbs under your eyes. “My little raccoon. Let's enjoy today, alright? Just us. And our classmates,” he added with a little laugh.

You smiled weakly, nodding. Anything Baekhyun wanted, he would get from you.

Your entire class hoarded into a chicken restaurant in Hongdae, the loud cheers and chatterings making many people turn in interest to look at you. You sat down around your girlfriends while you let, though reluctantly, Baekhyun join his pals. Even though you would exchange reassuring looks here and there, you still felt incredibly anxious about the incident earlier. In fact, you were so swallowed up by the idea of losing Baekhyun that you didn't even think about the actual fiancée, Mr Kwon.

But instead of focusing on that, you decided to enjoy tonight, for you knew events like these won't be coming up for you anytime soon. If anything, your freedom was close to gone.

“I am going to start my own clothing brand,” started one of your classmates that was sitting next to you, munching on her piece of chicken meat. She went on spilling many details that didn't add up in your brain, though you listened carefully to every word she said.

“You don't have your degree yet,” you replied eventually and took a gulp of your coke.

“Funny, coming from someone like you,” she snickered, “you can decide you want to own an island and you will.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes but your classmate just shrugged.

“I can assure you she won't,” came in Baekhyun's voice. “I know it pretty well, since I'm her boyfriend.”

The girls exchanged looks. They all had a secret crush on him, so his words made them a little embarrassed. “Would you even marry her?” they teased.

“I would. In a heartbeat,” was his answer and you looked at him with huge eyes, your mouth that was slightly oily from the chicken hanging open, your heart frantically beating in your chest.

The entire table hollored and whistled, and you caught your boyfriend smiling proudly at you, eventually sending a confident wink. He tapped his mouth with his index finger and then pointed at you. You felt your lips stretch instantly, because you knew he meant “close your mouth”.

“Whew, you really are lucky,” muttered the girl next to you, changing the topic completely.

His hand was intertwined with yours once again as you were slowly walking along the Han river. Ttukseom Han river park was, as always, busy with young people. It gave a great view on Gangnam and Cheongdam that were lying on the opposite side, the city lights of the tall buildings reminding you how life revolved around money and basically anything that smelled even the slightest of capitalism. You found yourself despising all of it.

“Cat stole your tongue?” muttered Baekhyun playfully into the chilly air as he swayed your connected hands.

“Just… thinking,” you replied and made sure your sides were brushing.

He didn't reply, instead letting silence overtake again, but you knew he was curious. He wanted to, and deserved, to know.

“Did you mean it?” you asked, looking at the dark water.

“Did I mean what?”

“That you would marry me in a heartbeat,” you said softly, scared to actually pronounce those words. They sounded so unnatural, for some reason, despite them mirroring everything you ever wanted in life. “What you said during dinner.”

“Yes, I meant it and you know it, too, sweetheart,” he said, shaking your hand.

You smiled to yourself. If you wouldn't spill the beans now, you would probably never find the guts to talk about the main issue that was simmering like the water in a pressure cooker. “My parents want me to marry that man for business. Something along merging their companies or whatever,” you started. “I found out a while ago but I was fighting them. And then you made me promise to obey,” you sighed, feeling the well-known dread eating up your insides, “and I had to agree. But I don't want to.”

“So that's why you weren't yourself,” he muttered more to himself than to you, and he stopped walking so he could look at you properly. When you wouldn't meet his eye, too ashamed, he put his index finger under your chin and made you tilt your head up. “Why didn't you just tell me from the beginning?”

“Baekhyun,” you whispered in disbelief, “how could I? It isn't some news about apples growing backwards.”

He chuckled. “Well, you have to admit, that would make the headlines.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “You know what I mean.”

He let out another chuckle through his nose and slid his hand up so he could cup your cheek lovingly while thinking over his next words. “When are you supposed to marry him?”

You swallowed. “Maybe after uni? I … I never wanted to talk to them, so I don't know exactly… I insisted after university graduation.”

He hummed, running his thumb over your lower lip, his gaze focused on the way he parted your lips. “So, we have four more years?”

You pursed your lips, not liking the idea of having limited time with Baekhyun. “Of course not. I will always be with you.”

He sighed, and eventually dropped his hand on your shoulder; you tried not to feel disappointed. “I think this is more complicated than you think, love.”

“How is it complicated, Baekhyun?” you asked stubbornly. “I love you. I saw that man today for the first time in my life. How can I marry someone I don't know and barely ever saw? He is almost twice my age, Baekhyun. You know this is not okay and you also know it doesn't make any sense.”

“And you know business is anything but emotions,” was his fast reply.

“I don't care about their business.”

“And they don't care that you don't care.”

“Bu-but I just don't care! I will be with you behind his back and-”

“And how would that make me feel?” he fired back, now both of you slowly getting heated up from the small exchange of opinions. Baekhyun just asked something you never wanted him to utter. If you were to talk about him, of course, he was the victim. He'd become a secret lover; the forbidden fruit.

When you didn't reply, he nodded, his hand falling off your shoulder. “I understand.”

“Baekhyun, let's talk about this step by step,” you tried, reaching for his hand which he, thankfully, didn't retreat. “We still have a long time until any of those things could even happen. Maybe it won't happen - and I will try my best not to let it happen. But let it not affect our present. Please,” you added with urgency, looking into his warm eyes.

When Baekhyun was troubled or sad, his eyes seemed to become even more down-ward than they already were. This time, it was no exception and you wanted to reach out and make the wrinkles go away but you didn't. “Let me just think this matter through, alright?” he murmured eventually.

You pressed your lips together and nodded while you stepped close to him, snaking your arms around his waist. He gladly took you in, letting out a deep sigh as he hugged you to him and kissed the top of your head. “It will be okay.”

“May I sleep at yours tonight?” you mumbled into his shoulder after a moment of silence. “I just cannot imagine going back to that hell.”

He rubbed your back gently. “Of course. My mum is already expecting us. We shouldn't disappoint her.”

You leaned back a bit and stood on your toes to press your lips to his. “You're the best.”

And so, after walking a little bit longer and enjoying the faraway noise of the busy roads and nightlife Seoul, you slowly made your way back to the metro station, heading for Baekhyun's house, and your safety.

The both of you were lying on his bed, his parents long asleep, the quietness of the apartment giving you a sense of safeness. Baekhyun had a book open on his lap while you were doodling something you weren’t sure what was yet. Manual work seemed to preoccupy your mind enough and sadly, even with Baekhyun next to you, you couldn’t find your peace of mind.

“Aren’t you tired yet?” whispered Baekhyun and looked at you, and on the paper to see what you were so focused on. “It’s already 1am. Your parents will want you home early-“

Your sigh interrupted him and you put down the pencil rather harshly as you sat up properly to face him. “Since when do you care about them? You know I will go home whenever I want to. I don’t care, so you shouldn’t either.”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble, okay?” he said back, his voice quiet but low. “There has been enough drama.”

“What worse can happen? They want me to let go of you. That is the worst punishment for me.”

Baekhyun’s gaze softened and he also sat up properly to face you. “I know. I can’t lose you either. And I wasn’t intending on that. I meant that they might lock you up and then I won’t be able to see you so soon, hm?” he murmured gently, his lips puckering with each word as he reached out with his hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch right away. “I want to enjoy what we have now.”

You smiled gently when you recognized your previously uttered words and grabbed his hand that was cradling your cheek. “You know I would sneak out just to meet you if I were to be locked up.”

He rewarded you with a lopsided, handsome smile. “You shouldn’t, you little devil.”

You sighed and shimmied yourself closer until your knees were touching his. “Kiss me,” you whispered breathily, already eyeing his lips.

He observed you a little longer before his eyes dropped on yours. Softly smiling, he leaned in, now both of his hands on your neck to angle your face. The softest of touches was what you felt first before he pressed his lips harsher, moving his mouth against yours. Your hands snaked around his neck to urge him on while he opened your mouth and invited himself in. Without meaning to, you let out a satisfied hum that seemed to ignite Baekhyun because he pressed harder, slowly making you fall back on your back, head on the pillows.

He grunted as you spread your legs so he could settle himself there as your kiss grew dirtier, all tongues and teeth, battling for dominance. Your fingers were messing up his hair while his hands were touching you over the fabric of his pyjamas.

It was your whines and a couple of pulls on the hem of his shirt that made Baekhyun lean back so that you could undress in haste, both of you eager and very much horny. Finally feeling the hot skin of his chest press up against yours he was too eager and he already lined himself up at your center, needing the release without any foreplay.

“Just keep quiet, alright?” he reminded softly into your ear under which he placed the softest kiss before he started pushing in, your mouth falling open, but your juices doing a good enough job for his easy access.

You gasped rather loudly and he silenced you with a messy kiss, interrupting it with harsh pants on your mouth as his eyes were closed in focus, his forehead pressed against yours. You panted and tilted your head to chase his parted lips while he pushed himself in all the way, reaching the stillness that you very much needed.

Unable to take the pain, your eyes were squeezed shut, scratching Baekhyun’s back while the other hand fisted his blanket.

“Just a little longer,” Baekhyun whispered urgently, lips against your forehead, repeatedly puckering them in tiny butterfly kisses. “The pain will be all gone, I promise. I’ll make you feel like no one on this planet.” He moved the slightest bit, the friction making him hide his face in your neck and mouth at the skin.

Your heaving chest was pressing up against his and with his next movement, you felt the tingles of pleasure that he promised you just heartbeats ago. Giving Baekhyun the sign to move, he started rocking, already setting up a faster pace for he couldn’t wait any longer. Your influence on him was too strong, his emotions for you too overwhelming. In his eyes, you were so sexy, beautiful, sensitive, and absolutely alluring. It would be brutal if he had to hold back while having you underneath him.

Who did he try to lie to? He went absolutely crazy at the idea of him having to leave you for another man; some old dude who didn’t even know you. It might have been the reason why he grew relentless, pushing you into his mattress and snapping his hips, your face of pure ecstasy only fueling his passionate drive. He hated the entire situation. He didn’t want to share you. He never wanted to have a secret relationship with you. If he imagined a future, besides him becoming a doctor, it was your presence next to his the entire time.

Baekhyun was never one to be aggressive and stubbornly go against every rule, unlike you. In your relationship, he was the cold-headed one, the peace-maker, always fighting for what the brain said instead of the heart.

But right now, his heart was in despair, already feeling the beginning of a heart break. He thrusted into you with such passion you really couldn't contain your moans and he wasn’t sure he wanted you to keep quiet anymore. Let everyone know that you belonged to him.

He bit your skin just under your collarbones, tasting the sweat, and you gasped, fisting his hair which prompted him to grunt and reach your g-spot.

“Cum for me,” he whispered harshly, biting you again and then moving his face to push his tongue into your open mouth. “Cum for me and say my name.”

He didn’t have to tell you as you were already panting his name like a mantra that would bring you to heaven. Your walls were pleasurably stretched out, the throaty sounds he made bringing you over the edge. He followed soon after your breathy moans and your arching back that caused your breasts to press to his sweaty chest made him lose it.

His arms snaked in the space between your back and the mattress and he squeezed your body to him, hiding his face in your breasts that he mouthed and licked at sensually while feeling himself release.

With one last bite to your sensitive nipple, he moved to kiss you, your tired smile welcoming him. “I love you.”

You combed his hair away from his damp forehead. “I love you more.” But please don't leave me.

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Till Death Do Us Part. [HALLOWEEN WEEK]

SUMMARY: Ever since you met Todoroki Shouto, you knew that having a friendship with him was a risk itself. But you didn't listen to the warnings, to the signs, and the protests. His sharp fangs were more than enough to ward off hundreds, the menacing gleam in his bi-colored eyes haunted people's dreams. His honey-dipped words were nothing but webs of lies and deception- everyone knows a vampire can't be trusted. But you went out of your way to trust one, and it destroyed your life. Left you wondering where it all went downward. Captured in his trap, with no way out; to be together till death did you part.

PAIRING: Vampire!Shouto Todoroki x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 6.7K words, (aprox. 6,784 words.)

THEMES: Fantasy, historical!au. Fluff at the beginning, then angst, slightly erotic, dark, horror. [ONE- SHOT] [HALLOWEEN WEEK WRITING EVENT.]

TW [PLEASE READ]!!: depictions of toxic relationships, violence, murder, description of multilated bodies, emotional manipulation, non-consensual touching, blood, child abuse (once), discrimination, vampire hunting, yandere themes, forced marriage kidnapping, unhealthy relationships. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE PREVIOUS THEMES!!

A/N: hii guys!! 3 fics (+1 more ;)] in one month? :flushed: couldn’t be me. anyways, this fic is part of a writing event I’m participating in, Halloween Week! The link to the event’s masterlist is HERE! For an entire week, fics will be posted daily, so PLEASE check out the content of my fellow writers and stay tuned for the fics!! I’d appreciate it so much <3 anyways, i have some updates for my writing updates in november! i won’t be publishing new fics, MOSTLY drabbles, HCs and others! i’ve published 3-4 fics for october, and hope to stay the same for november :) when i get my winter break, i’ll probably be a tad bit more active! we’ll see.

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They’re monsters, Y/N. And everyone knows you can’t trust a monster, was the threatening remark your brother would tell you every time you mentioned the Todoroki’s. The subject was once a source of excitement for him; but as you entered your young adult years, it became taboo. And by the grim expression on his face, you assumed he spoke from experience.

As the naive young farm girl you were, you never realized how true his words were. You had been living on the outskirts of Japan under a poor household for your entire life and had never left or known beyond the grass fields that surrounded your home. The most impressive thing you had seen was the Todoroki household, a mighty and tall Japanese castle.

Since you lived in a rural area, there weren't many neighbors. Most of them were at least a hundred meters away from your humble abode.

Not the Todoroki family, though.

They lived in an eerie and grim castle which was surrounded by wooden gates; it was only a walk away from your house, around ten to twenty minutes. Whenever you passed by, the only thing you could glimpse at was the triangular roof that curved upwards and the second floor. You spotted movement twice, a shadow walking by the window, but didn't see anything else.

The castle looked abandoned and lifeless. Something about it made you feel isolated, with small and thin needles piercing your back, especially after the Todoroki family abandoned the house. Dead and dry trees towered over the castle and at night, and you would hear a faint hear gut-wrenching screams and sobs of despair. Your brother often dismissed you, saying the wind was playing tricks on your mind. But even as sheltered and oblivious you were, your gut told you that it wasn’t the wind.

Your 18th birthday was nearing and your parents had been planning to wed you off to a dashing male, though they refused to disclose his identity. This didn't settle well with you. For the past years, you had lived an easy and carefree life with your older brother and parents, doing minimal tasks such as feeding the chicken and milking the cows. When you weren't attending the farm, you liked to spend your time in the empty grass fields and lie among the flowers. Being a dutiful wife was the last thing on your mind.

When your brother Haruko and you were nothing more but pudgy face children, he would tell you tales about vampires. Your conversations were often loud and consisted of silly bickering.

''Y/N!'' His high pitched voice made you turn around. You grinned and waddled towards your brother and the two of you sat on the doorstep of your home.

''I found something today!'' He shoved his small and chubby hands in your face. There was a piece of tattered clothing, tainted with old blood. You wrinkled your nose.

''What is that?!" He beamed.

''It’s a secret…'' Haruko beckoned you to lean closer and he began to whisper into your ear. ''I found it outside of the Todoroki house, and I think they’re vampires!''

You snorted in disbelief and shook your head. ''Vampires? We don't have vampires in Japan, silly! Do you mean a nure-onna?''

Your brother groaned in annoyance and shook his head. ''No! I mean vampires! The western type!'' His words only left you more confused.

''See,'' he held out the cloth. ''Vampires are bloodsucking monsters! They're the living dead. They only come out at night, that’s why we never see the Todoroki’s...'' he made sure to make his tone ominous and grinned when you shivered with fear.

''But that's just a piece of cloth. Maybe that isn't even blood,'' you argued. Haruko clicked his tongue.

''No, I have more! The other day, I saw someone at the Todoroki castle...'' his face hardened. '' I saw a young boy, with pale white skin!'' He waved his hands around dramatically. ''His hair was two colors, that isn't normal! He stared at me for a few seconds... it was weird,'' your brother shuddered. ''And I heard a man shout for him, so the boy opened his mouth and shouted back. Then he left. And here's the thing....'' your shoulders tensed with anticipation.

''When he opened his mouth, I saw fangs! Sharp, shiny fangs!''

Your curiosity grew after that conversation. Determined to prove your brother wrong, you began to sneak around and observe the Todoroki household, desperate to spot at least one of the family members.

Perhaps, now that you look back at your situation, that was your first mistake; your first step into a deadly trap.

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You were a tender and fragile nine-year-old when you first met the boy. With his short luscious red and white locks, the mere sight of him left you breathless. He was beautiful and ethereal, but the cold and lifeless look in his bi-colored eyes left you shivering.

It was a stormy and troublesome day. Twigs and branches snapped beneath your bare feet as you pushed through the sea of trees. Your wobbly knees were scraped and dirty, but your will and determination never wavered. Maybe it should've.

After fighting with your brother- now that you look back at it, it was a rather silly argument- you fled your house and marched towards the Todoroki castle. Although they had wooden gates encircling their home, you managed to sneak to the back and found a pair of wooden planks that were wide enough for you to slip into.

But it was just your luck that it started raining hard. And it didn't help that you miscalculated the amount of wildlife the Todoroki castle had; you had to navigate through an entire forest before reaching their castle.

A bolt of lightning thundered in the sky, and you flinched. Your blood ran cold when you heard a branch snap.

''He-hello?'' You nearly hiccuped. Snap. The footsteps grew closer. Snap. Staggering backward, you swallowed nervously.

''Who's the-there?!'' Snap. The crunching of branches only grew louder and as your body tensed, ready to run away, when a figure emerged behind a tree. It was the young boy Haruko had described; bi-colored hair and eyes, and with a presence that sent a gust of air your way, even though it wasn't a windy day.

''Wh-who are you?'' You had fallen on the ground out of shock and stared at him as he stepped closer to you.

He didn't reply. The boy cocked his head to his side, and there was a neutral expression on his face. Your body relaxed for a moment. He seemed more interested in observing you than sucking your blood.

''I think I should be asking you that,'' his voice was unnaturally cold and formal for a child.

You whimpered. ''Are you a-a vampire?''

He frowned. In a quick few steps, he was sitting in front of you, staring at your disheveled appearance.

''What gave it away?'' And for the first time, he opened his mouth wide enough for you to peek at his fangs. Your eyes widened. Haruko's fearful description could never match the panic that flooded your body.

They were as you expected- a set of sharp, white, and gleaming fangs. But when you were only a few heartbeats away from them, they were much more threatening. The mere sight of them made you freeze.

''Are you going to suck my blood? Please don't hurt me!'' You shut your eyes and didn't notice the perverse and wicked smile that took over his lips and disappeared the next second.

''No, I don't think I will.'' He rose from the muddy ground and patted down his clothes. You examined his clothing. He was wearing a white collared shirt, a pair of black slacks, and a cloak to complete the mysterious look. It was your first time seeing such fancy and expensive clothing, as you were accustomed to your simple and worn out dresses and trousers.

He outstretched his hand. ''Come with me,'' you swore you saw a faint smile. ''You're filthy. I can help you get fresh clothing.''

You probably shouldn't have trusted him. Rising on your trembling legs, you took his hand and nearly gasped. You were freezing from the rain; but otherwise, your skin was warm. But the boy’s skin was cold to the touch. Not the type that happens after being soaked in the rain; his skin felt...lifeless. Devoid of life. You shivered.

That day you stepped into the Todoroki castle. You realized you didn't even know his name, so as soon as you were wearing fresh clothing- he mentioned they were his elder sister’s clothing, Fuyumi,- you asked him.

''Todoroki,'' you started. After knowing that neither of his parents was home, you felt much more welcomed and comfortable.

''What's your first name?'' The boy raised an eyebrow. He sat on the sofa opposite to you, with his legs crossed, hands on his lap, neutral but calculating gaze, and prideful posture. He resembled a portrait of a mighty king.

''Shouto. I am Shouto Todoroki. The youngest child of the royal family, Todoroki. And you are?'' You rubbed your hands and blew on them.

''I'm Y/N Fujisaki,'' you smiled and averted your gaze. '’A simple farm girl, with no wealth or status to my name.''

He simply hummed in response and didn’t seem particularly bothered by it. The two of you sat in the lavish living room, with red drapes and carpets, hearing the flames in the fireplace crackle softly. Even though the walls were thick, you still heard the rain pattering on the roof, and more bolts of lightning struck the sky. You winced.

''You are welcome to stay for the night,'' Todoroki said. ''It is far too cold and dangerous for you to venture out to your home.''

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. ''Re-really?'' you whispered. The boy cleared his throat awkwardly before nodding. You slept the night in Todoroki's bedroom. Even though you refused several times, he insisted you took his bed, and he would rest on the sofa.

Your strange but exciting friendship took birth that night, and the two of you quickly grew close for many years to come. Between several nights of sneaking out at midnight, sharing hushed secrets and traumas, the vampire became a shoulder to cry on for you, and you were the same for him. Especially when the hunting began. It was no news to you that Todoroki and his family were pureblood vampires, but it had never bothered you. You rarely thought of it.

Society didn’t seem to agree with you. Before your own eyes, dozens of villagers would march around, searching for vampires to drive a stake through. You’d see banners and hear the shouts of the villagers. Monsters! Sinners! We don’t want any vampires in our town!

While the protests weren’t pleasant, you never realized the extent of them until the day you were to meet Shouto at the castle, and he wasn’t there.

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None of the Todoroki’s were home. Since you were a well-known friend of Shouto, the Todoroki’s had granted you free passage to the castle, even when they weren’t home. Usually, Shouto would meet you near the fireplace at midnight. You sat on one of the plush cushions and swung your legs back and forth, the fire spreading warmth through your body.

The loud slam of the castle doors made you jump. You scurried to the entrance, where Touya and Natsuo dragged themselves in, grunting and wincing. It wasn’t until you saw the familiar mop of white and red hair that your heart skipped a beat as you raced forward.

‘’Shouto!’’ you exclaimed. His head was hung downwards and his two older brothers were carrying him in. You glanced at Natsuo and Touya. ‘’What happened?!’’ They weren’t in a better state. Both of them had mud, scratches, and dirt all over their faces. Their usual royal and elegant clothing was tattered and you spotted blood on Touya’s cloak.

‘’Vampire hunters,’’ Natsuo said with a scowl. They carried Shouto to the sofa. You kneeled at his side and gasped at the sight beneath his mops of hair. A wide red, angry-looking and raw scar trailed on the left side of his face, starting from his hairline and ending on his cheek.

‘’Shouto,’’ you sobbed as your hands fisted his hair. Then, you swung around and met Touya’s and Natsuo’s pained gaze.

‘’Why isn’t it healing? Don’t vampires have fast and improved healing?!’’ Touya sighed. He looked just as confused and pained as you.

‘’This was different,’’ Natsuo said gently. ‘’I think, it was a...a,’’ he cleared his throat and rubbed his watering eyes. ‘’A witch burned him.’’ You swallowed thickly.

‘’Curse those witches,’’ Touya snarled. ‘’Their fire is lethal to a vampire.’’ You sniffed and wiped at your tears.

‘’But…he’ll make it, right?’’ You could see the uncertainty in the Todoroki’s sibling’s eyes. It made your heart ache.

You slept at Shouto’s side, holding his cold hand in yours. Your face buried in his torso, damp with your tears.

‘’/N….?’’ the voice was fuzzy and so, so far away. Sleep weighed you down and could only manage a sleepy mumble.

‘’Y/N,’’ the fuzzy voice was much louder this time. With a confused hum, you opened your eyes and winced as they adjusted to their surroundings.

‘’Mmmm…what is it?’’ Your eyes focused on Shouto and you immediately rose to your feet.

‘’Shouto!’’ You cried out and tackled him in a bear hug. ‘’I was so worried!” Tears quickly sprang in your eyes and you sobbed into his chest.

As you continued to mumble and sob incoherent words, Shouto mumbled sleepily and returned your hug with equal intensity.

‘’I’m okay, Y/N,’’ he murmured as his hands rubbed circles on your back. ‘’I promise.’’

Your sobs eventually quietened down and you sniffled away the last tears. You raised your head and met Todoroki’s tired gaze. Seeing the new scar was quite unsettling. Your hand reached out and gently brushed against his scar.

‘’Do you still want to be my friend?’’ he whispered. He frowned and his hand wrapped around yours, squeezing softly. You furrowed your brows.

‘’Why would I ever stop, Shouto?’’ He sighed.

‘’The scar. I know it’s not a pleasant sight,’’ the insecurity and doubt in his voice made your heart squeeze.

With a sad smile, you stood on your toes and pressed a kiss on his scar. His hand slid to your waist as you did so.

‘’Don’t be silly. The scar is a part of you; just as beautiful as the others. It won’t stop me from being your friend.’’ You smiled when you saw his face slightly redden.

‘’Okay,’’ he said, barely above a whisper. ‘’Thank you.’’ His voice became wobbly. Your heart ached for him and instinctively, the two of you wrapped your arms around each other. He buried his face in your neck and you buried your face in his chest. The two of you stood in silence, attempting to heal each other’s pain through the comfort of physical contact.

The friendship quickly came to an end when you were around fourteen or fifteen years old. Over the years, the protests and vampire hunting increased to the point you weren’t able to see Shouto as often as you used to. The memory is fuzzy, but you can still remember the grim look on his face.

''Good evening, Shouto!'' You said gleefully. He had requested for you to meet him on one of the green fields at midday; and while you thought his request was odd- you tended to meet at midnight, you didn't think much of it.

''Greetings, Y/N,'' with a small smile, he held your hand and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your face felt warm at the gesture.

''Is there a special occasion?'' You said with a teasing smile. ''Why have you called for me at evening,'' you spared a glance at your surroundings. ''When our meetings are usually at midnight?''

Shouto smiled faintly. There's a bitter and melancholic look in his eyes that unsettles you. And when he doesn't answer, your stomach tightens.

''Shouto? What's the matter?''

He sighed before shaking his head. Todoroki's hands clutched yours and if it wasn't for the tense mood, you would've been flustered and flattered.

''I desperately wish I could change this,'' he said. ''My family... we're relocating.''

Your heart dropped to your stomach. ''What...?''

Shouto swallowed before squeezing your hands. ''I know you have no qualms about my state of, well, being a vampire, but many others do.''

You frowned and tightened your grip. ''What?! But you're no harm, you're the humblest and kindest person I've ever met! They can't-,'' he cut you off with a raise of his finger.

''I know you don't, dear,'' Shouto isn't one for affection other than when he's greeting you, so it surprised you when he leaned closer and caressed your cheek.

Your eyes widened but you decided to remain silent. He swallowed visibly as his eyes stared into yours.

''Many other villagers have found out what my family is. They're going to persecute us, we can't let that happen. If they get their hands on us, we'll be slaughtered.''

His grim sentence made tears slowly form in your eyes and you sniffled.

''I don't want you to go...'' your voice trembled. You dropped his hands and fisted his shirt, he wrapped his arms around you and allowed you to cry into his chest.

After a few moments, he kissed your forehead. His silent goodbye, and left you alone in the wide field. As tears flooded your face and sadness consumed your heart, you would remember those bittersweet moments as the day you lost your friend Shouto Todoroki, forever.

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Shouto’s words weren’t far off from reality. Not long after, the Todoroki castle was overrun and ransacked by villagers and vampire hunters with forks and torches. But they were long gone. Since your family lived the closest to them, you were interrogated by the villagers but quickly released after they realized your family had no connections with the Todoroki. At least, that’s what you made them believe.

Ever since that day, a part of your heart had left with Shouto. In its place, was a feeling of nostalgia and bittersweetness. On the good days, you would think of him. Of his rare but beautiful smile, his magnificent hair, and eyes, and the deep and intimate friendship you used to have. On the bad days, you would think of what could've been. Maybe if you had confessed the feelings you had for him, you wouldn't be at your farm, dreading for the day you were to be married to a stranger. You would've been at his side, exploring the world as friends, and hopefully lovers.

The conflict between vampires and humans only increased after his departure. Vampires began to attack constantly, and many of your fellow villagers would be found dead, with bite marks on their necks and their blood sucked dry. Your mind always went to Shouto, but you knew he wasn't capable of murder. He never raised his hand in your presence- never harmed you, and was never been fond of the idea of drinking human blood. You were no longer allowed to walk alone at night unless you were accompanied by your brother Haroku. Many persecutions and hunting of vampires marched past your home.

But strangely, things had calmed down for the past month. You rarely heard of vampire attacks near your abode. Your eighteenth birthday was only a week away, and your mother had been buzzing with excitement ever since. She had been preparing your dress for the wedding, and every time you had requested to know the identity of your husband, she would refuse.

''Mother,'' you said exasperatedly as you trailed behind her. ''Please indulge my request, what's the name of my...'' your mouth tasted bitter. ''Of my future husband?''

She sighed as the two of you arrived at the kitchen, refusing to acknowledge you.

''I have told you over and over, Y/N,'' her voice sounded rather wobbly, than the usual stern tone you were accustomed to.

''Your groom...has asked to remain anonymous until the two of you are wed. But worry not!'' she shot you a bright smile, but it looked forced. ''He is a man of high status and great wealth and power. You will have a prosperous life with him.''

This was what bugged you the most. You were a common farm girl, living in the middle of nowhere. How had you managed to catch the attention of a prestigious man?

You sighed. ''Okay....''

Your mother began to mutter to herself in a dejected, crazy manner. It made you stop in your tracks. ''Yes, it must be this way..... he gave us no other choice. Once she has been wed, he... he will leave our family alone.''

Questions swarmed your mind, but you didn't dare look back and stick around to hear what she was talking about. Maybe, you thought. Maybe it's better if I leave this alone.

The dreaded day came too soon. Before you knew it, you were being shoved into the elegant dress. It was overwhelming and you felt trapped in it. This was the day. From now on, your life would no longer be yours. It would belong to the man who asked for your hand in marriage.

You were seated on your bedroom floor as your mother fussed around you, helping you with your clothing. The wedding was to take place at night; which you raised an eyebrow at, but as always, your mother refused to disclose any information.

Your entire village was to attend, and the wedding would take place in the green fields. It was a simple event, but it held an immeasurable weight of stress over you. Knowing that it would unify the relationship in which you were no longer your own person.

''Mother,'' she hummed in response as she patted your hair. ''Why won't you tell me who's my groom?''

Her hands froze. You weren't sure if you wanted to raise your head and see her reaction.

''Mother?'' Her hands unclenched and she sighed, but you noticed the quiver in her voice. It made your doubts and queasy feelings double.

''This is the way it must be,'' was all she replied. It wasn't much comfort to your anxious being.

When the sun lowered and the moon rose, it was time for the ceremony to begin. Moonlight shone on your skin as you walked to the aisle, with your father leading the way, your arm in his. He was deathly silent and you didn't miss the way he was sweating bullets.

And to top it all off, your husband-to-be hadn't shown up yet. The villagers that sat at your left and right were murmuring about your concerns. On the other hand, you weren't sure whether to feel relieved or confused. Maybe he had decided to abandon the marriage?

Goosebumps rose on your skin the moment you reached the aisle. Something wasn't right. The night was too quiet, the only noises surrounding you the soft breeze of air and the chirping of crickets.

And just like the calm before the storm, a blood piercing scream tore into the silent air. Your eyes widened as everything around you turned into a flurry of screaming and running bodies.

A vampire sunk his fangs into one of the guests, a young girl you had known. Blood splattered as dozens of other figures swooped into action. More screams filled the air as you staggered backward, feeling your heart drop from the gruesome scene.

Blood spilled everywhere, the once fresh and lively green grass was stained red. You spotted a torn human organ every now and there. Bile rose to your throat. The stench of death and blood mixed in the air.

''Wait!'' From somewhere in the carnage, you heard your mother shriek.

''Mother!" You screamed and attempted to find her.

The crowd of moving and struggled bodies opened and you watched as a cloaked figure held your mother by her neck, choking the life out of her. She struggled and kicked, clawing at the figure's hand.

''You-you promised,'' she choked out. ''If we gave her to you, the village would be safe! She's yours now, what-what else do you want from us?!'' The figure chuckled loudly and you shivered. It was oddly familiar.

''Silly little humans,'' they said in a mocking tone. Your blood ran cold when you heard them speak. It was... your long-lost friend, Shouto Todoroki.

''Silence,'' he snarled. ‘’Filthy humans like you don’t deserve any rewards.'' Just as your mother yelped and begged for mercy, Shouto slit her throat open. Blood spurted from her throat as he dropped her to the floor. Your mother gurgled and choked on her blood.

You couldn't help the scream that tore from your throat as you fell to your knees. The scene was burned into your memory. As your screams caught everyone's attention, Shouto's cloak fell to the ground. The same bi-colored hair and eyes greeted you, and the mark you used to kiss to comfort him was still there. He approached you with a small grin. It was the same grin he would give you when you asked him a silly question.

''Y/N,'' he spoke your name as if it was sweet honey on his tongue, eyes gleaming with something very, very dark. ''So we meet again.'' Each step he took forward made your heart thunder with fear.

''Ge-get away from me!'' You sobbed as you crawled away, desperate to be anywhere but near him.

''You wound me, Y/N!" He dramatically placed a hand over his heart. ''Is that any way to treat your best friend?''

Your white dress was getting stained green and brown from the dirt and grass, but it was the last thing on your mind. All you could focus on was getting away from him. As he spoke, the screams of his victims echoed alongside.

''You're not my friend!'' you sneered. ''I knew Shouto Todoroki! You're not him- you're a monster.'' His face hardened.

''I've waited years to return,'' he snarled. In one swift movement, his hands gripped your shoulders and his knee was placed on your chest, pinning you down. You sobbed as you struggled to escape from his grip.

''These nefarious humans have slowed my return with their silly vampire hunting,'' he scoffed. ''But you…'' he hummed. You trembled as his lips hovered over your cheeks, reeking of the metallic scent of blood. The smell made you nauseous.

''I know you're not like them, Y/N. You never treated me like them. And as your husband, it’s my pleasure to say that I,'' his voice was oddly soothing as he brushed strands of hair away from your face. ''I love you.''

Your eyes shot open and you nearly choked. ''Don't-don't you dare say that.'' You sneered with blazing eyes. ''You don't love me, Shouto would have never killed my family!'' Your once aggressive tone changed to a cry of despair.

He shrugged and rose to his feet, dragging you along him. You struggled as he kept your arms behind your back and forced you to move forward.

''It had to be done, love,'' Todoroki hummed. ''They were in the way of us being together. I can't leave any witnesses now, can I? I'll have another hoard of vampire hunters on my arse.'' He snorted.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the dozens of vampire trail behind him. Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Touya were between them. Your eyes watered as you noticed their lips and chins stained with fresh blood. The Todoroki siblings you once considered your family. The thought made you sob louder.

''Stop it!'' Your voice was shrill as tears blurred your vision. ''Let me go! I just want to go home!''

Shouto sighed and stopped in his tracks.

''Y/N, we are going home. Home is with me. The two of us, together. That's home,'' he crooned. You felt a fit of rabid anger take over you, and decided to strike back.

''Go to hell!'' You shrieked. In one swift movement, you bit down on his hand that rested on your shoulder and kicked him as hard as you could.

His grip released you momentarily as he cursed and you raced forward, feeling ten times more terrified by the fact that another dozen vampires were chasing after you. But you didn't get far before Shouto tackled you to the ground. You cursed as your knees and hands scraped against the dirt, and his fingers dug into your skin.

''Y/N,'' his voice was strained. ''If you act up again, I won't hesitate to bite you.'' He snarled as his lips brushed against your neck, and your body went stiff.

''And I think you're smart enough to know how that'll end, aren't you, love?''

You swallowed nervously and stared at the pebbles of dirt ahead of you. Then at the moon, that was cloaking you in the low light. You prayed in your head, to whatever deity, god there was out there, to save you from this monster.

Your prayer went unheard.

''Answer me!" He shouted, his fingers digging into your neck, with such a tight grip you nearly bled. You whimpered as you nodded shakily. That seemed to satisfy him as he sighed and regained his composure and rose, pulling you up along.

''Now come on, my love,'' his voice returned to the soothing and loving tone you would dream about. ''We have to go home.''

You don't remember passing out, but the last thing you saw was your once-white bride dress, now stained with blood and dirt; tainted by Todoroki’s deeds.

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When you regained consciousness, the wedding dress was gone. In its place, was a soft and creamy dress. You sat up on the bed and stared at your surroundings. It was a room you could only dream of; more extravagant than the ones in the previous Todoroki's household. The mention of the family made your mouth dry, and you remembered why you were here.

The walls were made out of brick stones and the mattress you laid on was against one of the walls in the center, velvet silk blankets resting at your ankles. There were no windows, you thought with a frown. Other than the bed, there were only two wooden drawers, one at each side respectively. The metal door was in front of the bed. You heard footsteps approaching the room and sprang into action. But as soon as you attempted to leave, a heavyweight pulled you back. Chains swayed loudly as you sat back, staring in disbelief at the gleaming chains that were wrapped around your left ankle.

The door swung open. ''Oh,'' Shouto's voice drifted inside. ‘’You’re awake.’’ He stepped inside, holding a tray of food. You whimpered as he stepped closer and reached the bed, taking a seat at the edge.

‘’How did you sleep?’’ He murmured with a smile.

‘’You-you,’’ you choked out, feeling the same panic and terror seize ahold of you. ‘’Shouto…’’ you whimpered. ‘’This isn’t you. You wouldn’t have killed a fly! What… what happened to you?’’

He chuckled. The vampire placed the tray of food on the wooden drawer, before leaning closer to you. You had no choice but to whimper with closed eyes as he touched your face.

‘’Do you recall the phrase? The one the vampire hunters would chant over and over again?’’ Nervously, you shook your head in denial.

Shouto clicked his tongue in disapproval. His thumb brushed your cheek. ‘’I don’t remember the exact phrase, but it was something along these lines; you can never trust a monster...’’ He chuckled.

‘’And that made me ponder about some realities and misconceptions…..you silly little humans have always feared us. Isn’t that right, Y/N?’’ There was a mockingly kind smile on his lips.

‘’Here’s the thing,’’ he leaned closer and whispered into your ear. You shivered. ‘’Human society has always seen us as the monsters, but they are far worse than us,’’ his hand gripped your arm tightly. ‘’Humanity has made me suffer for years, brandished my skin with scars that will never heal,’’ he growled. ‘’And yet, I was the beast in all of this. But thankfully, my father helped me realize that I am a Todoroki; I��m a vampire. I finally accepted myself for what I truly am….’’ His voice lowered and you gulped.

‘’Society's monster.’’

He sighed in relief and leaned backward with a satisfied smile. ‘’It’s simple. Even though you humans are the most hypocritical species I’ve ever met, I decided to accept the label. I’ve killed humans, I drank blood, I slaughtered,’’ there was a bloodthirsty look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. ‘’And no one holds me accountable for it. I’m a monster, what else could you expect?’’ his tone was sarcastic.

‘’Where…where does that leave me?’’ Your voice was awfully small. You couldn’t hold his gaze anymore and opted to stare at the blankets.

Shouto chuckled as if your question had already been answered. ‘’Humans may be filth,’’ he sneered. ‘’But you’re an exception. Do you remember that promise you made me when we were children? Once you turned eighteen, you would marry me and be my loving, dutiful wife.’’ Blood drained from your face at his statement.

‘’No…’’ you murmured, wishing you could return and stop yourself from ever saying that sentence. Unknowingly, you had only fuelled his delusions.

‘’That’s right,’’ he agreed. ‘’What was that phrase you loved to tell me?’’ He smiled and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ‘’Oh, that’s right! You promise we would be together, till death do us part. Isn’t that right, my love? ‘’

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''Did you like the dress?'' Shouto said animatedly. The two of you sat at the large dining table, eating a dish you couldn't bother looking at. He was eating, even though as a vampire, he didn't need to. At least, it wasn’t human food that he needed.

You didn’t reply. A month or two had passed by since you had been captured by Todoroki and lived in his castle. It would've been a forbidden and delightful romance for your younger self; but to your current self, hell had been stolen from the underworld and brought to you.

In the first two or three weeks, you screamed and fought back. But after seeing how quickly he could end someone's life with one bite or one strike, you decided to remain silent. But now that you were alone, without any commotion, last months' events were on your mind. The screams of your mother, the gushing of her crimson red blood. The wedding dress she had poured so much effort into, only to end up in tatters and stained with blood.

Just like your life, you thought bitterly. Once a horizon of freedom and happiness, it had been stolen away from you. Ripped to shreds and tainted by traumatizing scenes you would never forget.

And it was all because of one man. The man you used to love, was now your devil. With a name that used to leave you breathless, a star-striking appearance, and a golden smile.

Todoroki Shouto.

Now, his name would make you shiver violently and you'd faintly smell blood from the slaughter that happened at your so-called wedding. Seeing his smile reminded you of how devious and beautiful he could be. Pink lips would tenderly kiss down your neck; the same lips that stole the life of many. Yours, included. While he had kept your soul on the Earth, it was no longer yours to enjoy and possess.

He had you locked up. Sunlight hadn't kissed your skin in weeks. You weren't sure what day it was anymore. Shouto showered you in wealth and luxury, with more gold and jewels you had seen in an entire lifetime. But the hole he attempted to fill with material possessions was impossibly wide and gape.

It only reminded you further of how monstrous his actions were, and continue to be. Sometimes, you’d wish you were stronger. Maybe if you had a stronger will, you wouldn't let him run his hands all over your body. Maybe there'd still be a spark of life and vigor in your eyes every time you'd look into the mirror.

If you were stronger, you wouldn't have let him drink from you. Your neck and collarbone wouldn't bear a bite mark that would remain with you for the rest of your life.

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''You're so beautiful,'' his hushed voice made you shiver. His cold hand caressed your neck, while the other squeezed your shoulder as his body pressed against your body. He backed away momentarily and returned with an open wooden box; and his hands returned to your neck as they placed a cold necklace around it. It felt heavy and constricting. Shouto assured you it was made out of jewels, with tremendous hours of effort, and only made for the wealthiest. But the moment it touched your skin, it felt like a rusty metal collar, the type you'd use with a slave, enemy, or a wild animal- with chains worth a hundred pounds weighing you down.

''Do you like it?'' his fingers rubbed your arms. You nodded mutely. Shouto pressed a kiss on your collarbone and you felt him smile against your skin.

''I knew you would.''

He sighed, before resting his chin on his shoulder and directing you to the mirror. You stare blankly at your reflection, your body fitted with a blood-red dress, you thought with a hard swallow. He was doing it on purpose, you thought.

Your suspicions were made true when you saw him smirk. Bastard...

''My love,'' his fingers squeezed your neck and all your anger simmered down when you saw the dangerous glint shining in his eyes.

''I think it's time I mark you.'' His tone was gentle and reassuring, but the look in his eyes was anything but that.

''Mark you?'' your hollow voice repeated his words. He chuckled and rubbed your shoulders, before swiftly turning you around.

''Yes, silly,'' he leaned closer, lips brushing against yours. You stood and took it all. ''Wouldn't that be lovely?'' You hummed in response.

Shouto's lips pressed against yours and you followed his movements; growing slowly accustomed to his kissing patterns. His lips would worship yours, and the worship would turn heated, until he's pushed you up against a wall, with your legs wrapped around his waist as you moaned lowly.

Today seemed to be an exception, you noticed.

He didn't move. While he tilted downwards and his lips danced with yours, his hands snaked to your waist, pulling you closer.

He caught you off guard. You clumsily fell into his intoxicating trap and began to genuinely kiss back with the same fervor and passion. His hands squeezed your hips, and you barely noticed how his lips descended from your lips to your chin, to your neck, and finally, arrived at the junction between your neck and your collarbone. Soft bites and hickeys were left in his awakening, and your body felt an over sensory of pleasure, everywhere.

Just as you descended into the warm pool of lust and pleasure, his fangs pricked at your skin. Your eyes blew open as his fangs sank into your skin and he began to slowly drink your blood, all while brushing his fingers on your waist. The sudden pain mixed with the erotic pleasure, where it reached the point that you couldn't distinguish either. They fought and struggled until merging into bliss and euphoria, leaving you breathless and with hooded eyelids, craving for more.

When you began to feel lightheaded, the vampire pulled away. He smirked as he heard your low and soft moans and lapped up at the last droplets of blood before pressing a soft kiss over the bite mark. Shouto forced you to look into the mirror and you complied, still in the haze of your ecstasy, and he pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. You barely noticed the slight tinge of blood he left behind.

''Now, what do we say?'' He cooed and flashed his blood-stained fangs. You smiled shakily and leaned back into him with a sleepy smile.

''Thank you, Shouto.''

He chuckled darkly as he watched your hazy and incoherent form, growing more tired by the minute.

''Anything for you, my love...'' he whispered. His eyes were glued to your fresh bite mark.

''Anything for you.''

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bubblesuga · 5 years ago

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Love On The Brain

Prompt: Yoongi helps the reader with an idea for a song, but doesn’t anticipate what follows next.

Word Count: 4,273

Warnings: Smutty smut smut smuuuuuut, fluff, and a little bit of angst

At age 20, you were hired on as a song writer for Big Hit entertainment. Specifically, working closely with members of the biggest boyband in the world, BTS. You hadn’t specifically heard of them prior to you getting hired, but it didn’t take long for you to fall in love with each of the members.

It was dark out, you had been alone in the writing room for hours. Your fingers danced across the piano as you attempted to write a melody for the Maknae line to follow. With a frustrated groan, you slammed your fingers down on the keys, causing a horrific clash of notes to sound out in front of you.

Normally, you would be working close with Hoseok and Namjoon to write but you were alone on this one. “It needed a woman’s touch,” Namjoon said in the morning after handing you the skeleton of what was supposed to be a love song, “we just wouldn’t know how to write it.”

You mocked his words now, tossing the paper up in the air while you let out a wild breath.

Knocking sounded on the door, pulling you out of your pout while you slid your chair closer to the desk. You expected Jimin to walk in, he was always quick to bring you water or food when you had been in here for a bit. Your back was turned away from the door and you heard the crinkling of a plastic bag, before seeing it set in front of you.

You glanced away from the half-written lyrics on the page, meeting eyes with Yoongi, the last person you expected to see at the studio so late at night.

Yoongi had a special place in your heart, his calm and serious persona made you feel comfortable with him. He always preferred to write alone though, so you weren’t sure of his writing process. Whenever you did manage to get him in a session, he played the notes you wrote with ease, your voice carrying as you sang the lyrics.

Something about him made your heart swoon, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It wasn’t until the dreams started did you realize how good Yoongi was with his hands. You wanted nothing more than to have his fingers wrapped around your throat, but that’s the last thing you needed to admit to anyone.

“Panda, for your troubles.” Yoongi spoke, his usual deep voice echoing throughout the room. You pushed your hair from your face, giving him a grateful smile while opening a container for Panda Express.

“Taehyung insisted on Panda as usual,” Yoongi sat on the chair opposite you, removing his face mask, “I wasn’t sure what to get you so I figured orange chicken was a safe bet.”

“It’s perfect,” you excitedly opened the chopsticks, “thank you so much. Maybe now I can actually form a coherent sentence.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, “What are you trying to write?”

“A love song for the Maknae line. Harmonies, rhythm, all of the stuff I was trained to do but can’t seem to do it.” You rubbed your eyes of their exhaustion, taking a bite of the chicken.

Yoongi, who was already half-way done with his food, snatches the paper away from you and leans back in his chair.

He studied the lines carefully, his face blank and you desperately searched his face for any sense of emotion. However, he was devoid of any hints of what he was thinking which caused you to cringe internally.

Your face fell into your hands while you heard a snicker come from Yoongi, “Baby I want you, you are the sun in the sky and the light in my heart?”

“Yeah.” You whispered, shoving more food in your mouth.

“This is- and I really hope you don’t take offense- but this is awful.” Yoongi said through laughter. This was the first time you had seen him laugh so hard, he clutched his stomach while he continued to read off the paper.

“Oh tell me, tell me how you want me baby-”

“Okay that’s enough!” You grabbed the paper out of his hands and tore it up, tossing it in the garbage. Yoongi’s gummy grin caused you to blush and spin your chair away.

“I’m not great with romance! I’ve always been more about work than play.” You defended, realizing even in past relationships you found yourself obsessing over music and not giving them enough time.

“Okay, do you have a crush?” Yoongi asked suddenly, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.

Yes.

“No.” You said, watching Yoongi’s eyes cloud over slightly.

“Alright, alright,” he leaned onto the table, taking the box of food out of your hands and setting it to the side, “think about your last fantasy.”

“Fantasy?” You said, almost in horror as you weren’t exactly sure what Yoongi meant by that. Immediately though, dreams of Yoongi nipping at your collarbone while you both collapsed into a puddle of moans filled your mind. You swallowed it away, crossing your legs, “How does that help with love songs?”

“Love and sex go hand and hand.” Yoongi tilts his head to the side, shrugging with a smirk across his face.

“Alright, then you explain one of your fantasies, and I’ll try to write it.” You lean forward, mirroring his smirk. If he can put you on the spot like that, two can play at that game.

Yoongi swallowed, “She wears a red dress with black lining. My fingers unzip it quickly to find that she’s not wearing anything underneath,”

Your eyes widened, seeing his face get closer to yours. You almost backed away but you enjoyed the sudden close proximity to him. Keep going. Please keep going.

“her lips are full and pink, held in a permanent ‘o’ while my fingers grip her hips and I drive myself into her. Her tits bounce with my movements while my fingers find her clit. Preferably it ends with her squirting but I know that’s hard to find.” Yoongi leans away, his face red but his lips giving away another smirk.

“I don’t know how to put that in a song.” You say after a moment, tightening your legs to try and relieve the pressure again.

“Honestly I forgot we were talking about a song.” He bit his lip, casually picking up his food and eating again.

“Who- can I ask who you’re dreaming about?” You nudge his foot softly under the table.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He closed the gap between the two of you, his lips soft against yours. You wanted to crawl over the table and straddle his thighs, but you stayed put, enjoying the kiss that caught you off guard. His hand fit perfectly on the back of your neck, holding you close. As quickly as it started, he pulled away, tugging softly at your bottom lip with his teeth.

Yoongi stood, handing you a fortune cookie and tapping your shoulder goodbye. You watched him walk out the room, sending you a quick wink and shutting the door.

You turned back around and stared at the table for a moment, “What the fuck just happened?”

~*~

To say the following week was weird was an understatement. You’d arrive at the studio, make some progress on the music for the song, and you could confidently say that after the chat you had with Yoongi, the song was coming along nicely.

Anytime you passed Yoongi in the hallway, your shared glances caused your face to burn. You almost anticipated meeting his eyes, because you couldn’t deny the sexual tension. After he left the room that night, you had to distract yourself from the growing wetness between your thighs. You managed to write the first verse and a chorus, happy with your progress.

The following Tuesday, you bumped into Yoongi in the hallway. His hands lingered on your hips, catching you from tripping. His grin stretched across his face, his eyes laced with lust. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, and you had no complaints.

Today you wrote the rest of the music and all that was left was a test run of vocals before recording. Proud of your progress, you decided to turn in for the night and head towards the music. You walked into the rehearsal room and sat on the bench.

The room was empty of staff, surprising you as it was just the members dancing. Hoseok watched from the side for a moment, making sure everyone else was getting the moves down. You couldn’t help but watch Yoongi, the headband around his head keeping his hair from flying in his face.

Yoongi finally noticed you sitting down, and he couldn’t look away. His feet moved effortlessly to the beat and you were proud to see how far they have come since the beginning.

You watched until the end, hearing Hoseok give pointers to a few of the members. Yoongi took the break as an opportunity to sit beside you, taking the water from your hand and sipping it.

“How’s the song coming along?”

“It’s getting there.” You responded, ignoring the heat on your cheeks.

Sweat dripped off the tip of his nose, so you handed him a towel. You watched him wipe the sweat away. His sleeveless shirt dipped into a V, and you tried desperately to keep your eyes away from his muscles.

“Getting there, huh?” he leaned to your ear, “So my fantasy helped?”

You glanced at the rest of the boys, seeing all of them busy among themselves. You nodded in response, “It’s a song about dreaming about the perfect girl then finding out she was right next to you the whole time.”

Yoongi rose both of his eyebrows at you, “Is that a hint?”

“Do you want it to be?” You bit your lip, watching Yoongi lick his.

He leaned forward, grabbing the back of your neck slamming his lips onto yours. Quickly, you kissed back, dropping your bag and allowing him to lean over you. It was almost like you couldn’t get enough of him. Despite him being right against you, he didn’t seem close enough.

“Whoa whoa whoa! When did this start?”

Namjoon’s voice broke you out of your kiss, embarrassment flooding your senses when you remembered you weren’t alone in the room.

Yoongi slid away from you slightly, his hand scratching the back of his neck while he avoided the gaze of the other members. You watched your foot bounce anxiously, biting your lip while silence washed over the room.

Shocked expressions wiped over the rest of the members. All expect for Jin, who held a smirk. You looked at Yoongi who’s face was completely red.

You didn’t know how you were going to get out of this one. He was a co-worker of sorts and you knew that Big Hit wouldn’t find the relationship appropriate. There was no way that this could continue, and both of you knew that.

“I guess Yoongi only told me about his dream.” Jin finally broke the silence, humor lacing his voice. Your eyes shot towards Yoongi, who looked up at Jin in horror.

Jin’s laughter echoed throughout the room, your expression turned mortified. You didn’t think Yoongi would be discussing his fantasy with his bandmates. That would mean Jin would have had to picture you in the same scenario.

“Hold up, what dream are you talking about?” Jimin said, morbid curiosity getting the better of him.

“I just- I had a dream with (Y/N) in it.” Yoongi admitted. You covered your face, trying to forget that everyone was here.

“How does that result in you two making out in the rehearsal room?” Taehyung spoke up, quietly. You were surprised you could catch his words.

“I- ignore me, guys. It was just a heat of the moment thing. . .” you tried to ignore Yoongi’s suddenly blank expression, “I’m going to head out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

You stood abruptly, grabbing your bag and walking out the door.

Once in the hallway, you sunk to the ground and covered your face. You weren’t sure how you managed to forget you weren’t alone, but Yoongi’s eyes were hypnotizing. They way he bit his lip had you in shambles and you didn’t even realize it.

After a moment, you heard arguing inside the room. You stood again, putting your ear against the door as quietly as you could.

“Do you know what it could do? To have you distracted by her? You could hardly get the steps once you noticed she was in here!” Namjoon was yelling, always the leader of the group and putting BTS first in everything. You bit your lip, trying to keep tears from pricking your eyes.

“So fucking what, Namjoon?! It’s been 10 years! You can’t expect all of us to go without dating forever!” Yoongi yelled back. He was never one to show his annoyance, he’d put on a mask and pretend not to care, so you couldn’t help but feel surprised by his outburst.

“But why now? And with our songwriter, of all people! She’s a colleague!” Namjoon’s voice was getting louder, you peaked into the door to see Namjoon staring down at Yoongi a little too close for comfort.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Her of all people?” Yoongi was now deathly silent. His eyes hooded over while he stared to Namjoon.

“You have millions of women who would drop to their knees for you and choose the woman you see every day?” With the last word leaving Namjoon’s lips, Yoongi reached forward and shoved his chest.

Taehyung and Jungkook both turned away while everyone else watched carefully.

Just as you were about to see fists thrown, Jimin and Hoseok grabbed one of the fighters respectively and pulled them apart while chanting ‘whoa!’. Namjoon shook his head anger radiating from his body. You debated jumping in but Yoongi turned back to him and spoke, “I like her, you fucking jackass. In more ways than physical, but you heard what she said. It was just a heat of the moment thing.”

That blank expression he held earlier was replaced with one of dismay. Namjoon’s expression softened as he reached forward, resting a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, hyung. I didn’t know you liked her like that. I just thought you wanted your dick sucked.”

He tried to soften the mood but it didn’t work, Yoongi looked up at him and that blank expression was back, “Well like you said, I could get a million women to do that for me.”

Everything Yoongi had said made your heart flutter. You didn’t know he felt so deeply about you, your breath hitched in your throat. Did you have a future with him? Was dating a member of BTS an option for you? Either way, you had to apologize for saying what you did. You knew it hurt him, and you knew it was a lie as well just to get the members off Yoongi’s back.

Yoongi stalked towards the door and you panicked, leaning away and running around the corner. You heard the door slam, so you pressed your body as closely to the wall as you could and hoped he wouldn’t turn this corner.

You peaked around the corner, and just with your luck, you met eyes with Yoongi.

He walked past you and out the doors, down the stairs. You debated quickly on what to do before you groaned and followed Yoongi out the doors. Your heeled boots clanked against the cement while you ran after him. “Yoongi! Wait!”

Yoongi glanced back, throwing the hood on his jacket up and walking more briskly. You picked up the pace, “Don’t ignore me, Yoongi!”

The cement was wet from rain and you felt your hair begin to weigh down with water. Finally, you managed to catch him at a crosswalk just as cars were beginning to drive past. The streetlights were the only thing illuminating his face.

“I only said that to get the members off your back.” You explained, watching him move once the crosswalk lit up. You followed him across the street and gripped his arm, turning him around.

“Yoongi! Talk to me!” You said, stopping just outside an alleyway. Yoongi finally turned to you, his eyes red. You didn’t see any tears but this was the most you had seen emotion get the better of him.

“Listen here, princess,” Yoongi pointed a finger towards you, “Namjoon or staff don’t get to choose who I get to like. I’ve liked you since I first met you, and I’ll be damned if anyone else gets a say in it besides you.”

“So I get a say?” You spoke, your throat dry.

Yoongi nodded.

You reached forward, grabbing his hoodie and pulling him close to you, “Then take me home.”

“To my home?”

“Anywhere you can use me.” You replied, feeling Yoongi slam his lips onto yours once again.

His hands moved from your shoulders to your hips, pulling you close. You felt yourself shiver and you weren’t sure if it was from Yoongi or the chills from the rain. Maybe a mixture of both.

Yoongi pulled away, “Your apartment is closer.” He was out of breath, you were glad you had that effect on him. You grinned, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down your street and into your apartment building.

As soon as the doors shut, Yoongi was on you again. His lips attacked your neck, slipping your jacket from off your shoulders. You were mindful of your neighbors, taking one step at a time and giggling when you feel yourself trip. Yoongi followed, landing on top of you but his lips still not leaving your skin.

“Be careful or we’re not gonna make it all the way upstairs.” You gasp, his tongue soothing the hickey he just made.

“Mm, maybe I don’t want to make it upstairs.” Yoongi’s hands were all over you. Scorching touches from his calloused finger tips against your slightly exposed hips made you moan softly into his ear. Yoongi got a kick out of your pleasure, his grin obvious against your skin.

“I’m not having you fuck me where anyone could walk out. Could you imagine the tabloids?” You pushed him away, but your smile allowed him to know it was lighthearted.

“Suga seduces beauty so well she couldn’t make it all the way upstairs.” Yoongi grins, about to kiss you again but you slid from beneath him and stood up. He gave you a mock-glare, walking up the last flight of stairs and gesturing for him to follow.

He was quick to follow, tapping his foot impatiently while you unlocked your door.

As soon as the door was open, Yoongi was on you again. Quickly, he tugged your shirt over your head. Your exposed bra caused him to moan at the sight. Your breasts spilled out of the top and it took everything in him not to speed up everything.

He pushed you back onto the couch, tugging your leggings down your thighs. You wore nothing underneath, Yoongi licking his lips in anticipation. Before he could get to it, you unhooked your bra and watched his eyes grow wide. Instantly, his hands kneaded your breasts.

The noises that fell from his lips were godly, your excitement from watching him showed when his fingers slipped easily inside of you. You cried out his name, his hand pumping in and out slowly.

“Please.” You moaned, stopping his hand. “I don’t want your fingers, I want you.”

The smile that spread across his face made your heart stop. He slipped his shirt over his head and quickly untied his sweatpants. You reach forward, pulling them down his hips and allowing his erection to spring free.

Your mouth watered, of course his cock was perfect. You gripped it, your hand stroking up and down. Yoongi’s hands flew to your hair, desperately writhing beneath your touch. He sat beside you on the couch, and you moved in front of him as your lips pressed a kiss to the head of his cock.

He tossed his onto the back of the couch, fingers lacing through your hair and gently guiding your mouth up and down his erection. You used your tongue to lick every pulsing vein. Yoongi wasn’t shy about moaning, encouraging words breathlessly said like music to your ears.

“That’s right, Princess,” his hip stuttered and thrust upward, driving his cock deeper into your throat, “fuck.”

Your eyes watched his chest heave, his face scrunched in pleasure.

“Stop,” he finally said, “come ride me, baby.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You straddled his legs, hovering above him. He lined you up with your entrance, and slowly you sunk onto him.

The burn subsided quickly, and you lifted your hips up before sinking again. Your rhythm was smooth, allowing him to drive into you in all the right ways. Yoongi’s lips latched onto your nipple, the sensitivity causing your head to fly backward. His hands rested on the small of your back, supporting your movements as you sped up.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, your thighs burned, but you couldn’t stop.

“You’re doing so good baby, so good.” Yoongi’s voice was husked over, lowering a few octaves. His hand moved up to your jaw, pressing his thumb against your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking on his thumb and causing him to gasp.

“Yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna come!”

Yoongi gripped your hips, thrusting upward into you. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, shakily holding yourself above him as he thrust into you relentlessly. The sweat that collected on his chest began to drip, just before his movements began to stutter once again.

In seconds, you were coming undone above him. He didn’t take long to follow suit, your pulsing heat squeezing in all the right places. You collapsed atop him, your head falling in the crook of his neck. Both of you caught your breath to the best of your ability, sighing happily. Yoongi’s grin made your heart melt while you slipped beside him.

“That was everything I dreamed of and more.” He was the first to speak, almost chuckling at the aftermath. You couldn’t help but giggle beside him, leaning into him and nuzzling closely.

~*~

When you awoke the following morning, Yoongi was gone.

Instead, you were bundled up in a blanket you don’t remember grabbing, and a sticky note was placed gently on your face. You tore it off to read it, wondering why the hell you were alone.

‘Had to practice, I’ll see you at the studio. I didn’t want to wake you, princess.’

Your heart fluttered at the note, staring intensely at the hearts doodled along the page. In the corner was a small drawing of a crown, and Yoongi’s name.

You showered and got dressed as quickly as you could, leaving your apartment and picking up your jacket that still lay in the corner of the stairwell. Memories of the previous night filled your mind, a blush laying across your cheeks.

You stopped by a donut shop, grabbing a dozen, knowing that the boys would be grateful. As you waited for your order to be boxed up, you suddenly became anxious about what might have been said. You thanked the cashier and headed out the door, walking down the street.

When you arrived, the hallway was empty and music sounded from the rehearsal room. The door creaked open as you pushed it, the sound of feet pounding against the wooden floor becoming more recognizable with each passing day. Nobody looked towards you, but you knew they noticed you because your reflection caught Yoongi’s eye.

The same grin from last night stretched across his face, but he didn’t miss a single beat as he danced. You opened the box and grabbed a glazed donut, munching happily as the song ended.

“Ah, you need some energy after last night!” Jin yelled, grabbing a bottle of water. You immediately stopped chewing, your eyes going wide while you looked at Yoongi.

Yoongi shrugged, “I was in too good of a mood to hide anything. I’m sorry.”

You licked the sugar from your lips, giving Yoongi a subtle glare as everyone else grabbed donuts.

Yoongi dodged the donuts and took a bite from yours, smiling at you and wrapping his arm around you.

“Noo! I just showered!” You yelled as Yoongi pressed his face against yours.

He mocked a gasp, “Without me?”

The rest of the members didn’t seem to mind his banter, talking among themselves casually. You watched Yoongi swallow the rest of his bite, nipping again at the one in your hand. So quickly, did you find yourself comfortable with him. He had seen every inch of you, his lips had kissed you passionately and your name fell from his lips in moans.

You didn’t want to hide it, and you were suddenly glad that he had broke the news to everyone. It felt great to have him so close to you, to have his lips nip every-so-often at your jaw.

“Next song!” Hoseok called, and Yoongi was on his feet in seconds.

Namjoon set his donut down, “Maybe you two should fuck more often,” he grins at the blush on your cheeks, “I haven’t seen him this energetic in ages.”

As you watched them practice, a sense of pride washed over you as Yoongi’s face was turned up in a constant smile. His laughter was loud, his happiness strong. This was the beginning of one of the best decisions of your life.

#oops i went hard #anyway if anyone wants to send me drabble prompts i'll for sure do them #wink wink nudge nudge #yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader smut #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader drabble #bts #bts x reader

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Ok, so basically I haven’t written anything coherent in years. YEARS. I am not a writer guys. But something in me just snapped. And I kind of wanted to write something since 12x23, but never managed to. So anyway. Here it is. I have nothing in my defence. warnings: angst angst angst lots of angst; post 15x18; more angst; cas is dead; dean is sad; occasional Bad Word™, happy ending though, 2.8k words

This wasn't the first time Cas died, obviously. Although it was the second time it felt truly permanent. Dean didn’t want to, but he remembered it all. Three years ago he was kneeling next to Cas' dead body, watching helplessly as the first raindrops started to wash away the trace of burnt wings on the ground. He couldn't believe what just happened, what he just saw. He doesn't quite recall how long he was kneeling there, but by the time he snapped out of this overwhelming feeling of disbelief, shock and helplessness, he was soaking wet. He remembers clearly as he looked at Cas' vessel, Cas’ body, laying in the mud and thought that no, not like this, he has to get Cas somewhere, anywhere from the dirty ground. Still in complete shock, he managed to grab Castiel's body and slowly lift him up. The trenchcoat was wet and dirty and smelled awfully, and Dean was barely able to get up and stand on his own two feet. His vision was blurry, and one thing he was sure of, it wasn't because of the rain. It was hardly the first time he ever had to move a dead body. It was always awful and generally hard to do. Moving an inert body took a lot of physical strength, and Dean was no stranger to it. Holding Cas though... This was some whole other level.

The ground was slippery and boggy and Dean was trying to focus on every step because the other option was falling down and that meant Cas would once again end up in the mud and this was just too much. One step, two steps, three; towards the house. The sound of torrential rain was deafening but it was a good thing, at least Dean didn't have to listen to his own thoughts. The scene of angel blade ripping through Cas right in front of him started replaying itself over and over and over again; Cas' blue eyes, looking directly at him, suddenly became full of light, and in the next second the blue, celestial light was everywhere, and it was bright and blinding, and Dean's eyes were burning but his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't stop staring at the one thing he hoped he would never have to witness ever again.

And all of a sudden the darkness fell, almost darker than it was just moments before, and Cas was no longer looking at him; his eyes were empty and his body was sinking to the ground as Lucifer slowly pulled out the blade, smiling like Dean's world didn't just excruciatingly fell apart. Dean felt like he was experiencing everything in some kind of a sick slow motion. He knew his feet slipped on the mud, he knew he was falling, he knew his knees hit the ground but at the same time he felt like he was merely a powerless observer, who couldn't react. 'Dean', he heard from the distance, 'Dean!' Sam's voice slowly started to drag him back to reality. The reality he didn't want to be in. 'Dean!' He blinked a few times, and there he was, again, in the dirt, on his knees, desperately clutching to Cas' body like it was his last lifeline. Dean glimpsed at Castiel's face, and by God, it was a mistake. He quickly looked up to Sam. 'Dean, the nephilim...', Sam cut off the moment he saw Dean's red, swollen, unseeing eyes, 'Oh my God...' Dean was still staring at him blankly. After a moment he exhaled, looked around and tried to get up without a word, still holding onto Cas. Everything was dirty and slippery, and ugly, and dark, and wet, and cold, but Dean had to stand up, he had to carry Cas inside, it was so cold... He didn't even feel Sam's arms helping him get up. He didn't feel anything. He was awake and unconscious at the same time. He was like a moth, instinctively drawn to the house lights.

He spent the night in the room with Cas' body. He recalls Sam trying to talk to him, but he just grabbed the first bottle that he found, chugged it down and passed out on the floor. It wasn't like he wanted to die, but at that moment he didn't want to be alive either. But now. Now was different. No, in a way it was the same. But at the same time it was different. By some unimaginable way this time was worse. Much worse. He always thought that it was impossible for something to be worse than what happened the night Jack was born. Castiel's death three years ago was shocking, unexpected, sudden and fast. This time? Oh, fuck. He was completely devoid of emotions and drowning in them at the same time. He felt absolutely nothing and everything all at once. What just happened has left him completely frozen and paralyzed. His body and his mind were actively refusing to process what he just saw.

And what he just heard.

He was just staring blankly around him, like he was looking for an answer, an explanation, written on the bunker's wall. His phone was buzzing, but he barely gave it a thought. The whole world might as well just end and disappear for all he cared; his own world was just taken away from him seconds ago (or was it hours?), so why, why should he give a damn if the planet kept on turning or not? And there he was, a sobbing mess once again, because he just lost. Again. At this point he should be used to losing, to loss, honestly. And yet this time it hit him harder than ever before. I love you. Goodbye, Dean, echoed in his head over and over again like a mantra, like a curse. Cas' eyes, more blue than ever, looking straight into his own. I love you, goodbye, Dean. I love you, goodbye, Dean, I love you, I love you, I love you. ‘I love you, too, Cas’, he whispered, with his face buried in his hands. I love you, too.

'Ready?', Sam's voice was uncertain and a little shaky. What they were about to do was risky and probably stupid as fuck, but— 'Sure', Dean lied. What if it doesn't work, what if something goes wrong, what if he won't find Cas, what if he won't bring him back, what if he comes back without him, what if everything goes terribly wrong... 'Ready when you are.'

It's been some time since they got rid of Chuck. It included Amara and Michael and all the strength they could find. To be quite honest, all the events just mashed up into one big cloudy memory for Dean. He felt like he was existing on autopilot all this time. Bottom line though, they got rid of the omnipotent bastard, got back all the people who disappeared... Well, almost all. But again, Cas wasn't 'people'. With all the help they could get, they finally crafted a spell to open up a portal to the Empty. Fine, not they, it was mostly Sam, Jack, Charlie and Eileen combining forces to read through all Rowena's spells and grimoires. Dean, on the other hand, spent most of his time locked in his room, not daring to hope.

And not being able to look at Jack. It was impossible but somehow happened anyway. The kid looked like a younger version of Cas, minus the hair. Every time he glimpsed at him, he felt his heart breaking yet again. And it was not just the looks. The last time Cas died was the night Jack was born. Dean looked at him and couldn't help it - the sight of Cas' dead body on the ground was always there. The burnt wings. And then, the Empty taking Cas. All these memories just rushed over him like a tsunami every time he looked at Jack. It was unbearable.

'I can't do this, Sam', he said one day to his brother, 'I just can't. I can't even think about this. If this thing... If this... Whatever you all are doing... If this eventually doesn't work out, I am not sure I am going to be able to survive this. So I just... I just can't help you with this'. Sam only nodded in agreement, desperate to get Dean out of his room, but at the same time understanding that if they don't find a way to open up the portal to the Empty, then all he was doing was giving Dean false hope.

And they already had Dean on suicide watch.

So, each day they buried themselves in the books, spells and lore, working as hard as they could to find anything that could help. Occasionally they caught a glimpse of Dean's shadow on his way to the kitchen or bathroom. Sometimes Dean even stood in the library's door for a minute or two, stared at them with a bottle is his hand, like he was anticipating. All they could give him was a reassuring smile. At the beginning they tried hugs, but Dean never let them touch him. It was like every touch hurt him. Little did they know, everything hurt.

After some time, they finally got a breakthrough. At the beginning they didn't tell Dean, but things finally started working out and the spell was ready in no time. Jack and Charlie were just high-five'ing each other, and they were all about to discuss who is going to get through the portal, when Dean appeared in the door. 'What is happening?', he asked quietly, and suddenly there was absolute silence. Everyone looked at Sam. 'I...', he finally grunted, 'I am not sure if you want to hear this'. 'Try me.' Sam took a deep breath. 'We... We found a way to open a portal to the Empty.' Dean blinked and then closed his eyes. 'Are you sure?' Everyone looked at each other, not daring to say a word. 'Yes, Dean', Sam finally said, 'We are sure.' 'Where is it', Dean whispered. 'Where's what?' 'Where's the portal', Dean said again, through his teeth, eyes still closed. 'We... We haven't opened it yet. We we just about to—' 'Do it. Now', Dean's eyes were now piercing through Sam. 'Dean—' 'Now.'

And here they were now, in front of an opened portal to nothingness. Dean's eyes were completely focused on the darkness. 'Dean... Remember. It stays open for an hour', Sam said, unsure if Dean was even listening to him. But Dean was, in fact, listening, the thing though? He couldn't care less. If he gets stuck, he gets stuck and stays there. It didn't matter. His life lately wasn't much different from what he was seeing right now in front of him. 'Yeah, sure', he muttered, and stepped inside.

It was... Dark. Not like Amara-dark. It was just all black. It was nothing. No right, no left, no up, no down. He was standing and floating at the same time and the feeling was... Honestly? It was liberating. He looked around but all he saw was, ironically, nothing. The silence was actually calming, though. He wouldn't mind staying. After all, one thing he was sure of — Cas was there, somewhere. Cas. The thought made his heart beat faster. Blood was pumping through his veins and he was suddenly starting to feel again. He blinked and tried to focus, steadying his breath. Cas. Cas was there somewhere. Well, this whole thing is at least worth a try. If he doesn't find him, he will simply stay here. An hour, Sam said. Dean looked at his watch, confused. 50 minutes left, he estimated and looked around. But there was still nothing to be seen. 'Cas?!' he yelled in a raspy voice, 'Cas?!' His voice, his breath and his hands were shaking. 'Cas?!' he cried out once again. And again. And again. And again, and again, and again. He didn't know when he started to run around, more and more desperately, but it was dark, it was so dark and his voice was completely scratched from yelling, and it was cold, and there was no Cas, and he was all alone and— 'Castiel?!', Dean called as loud as he could, feeling the tears in the corner of his eyes, because damn it, when and why did he let himself believe that he can find Cas in this emptiness? At this point his whole body was shaking, and he heard a quiet sob escaping his mouth. But he also heard something else. At first he thought he made that rustle, somehow. But then he heard it again, and this time he didn't even move a single muscle. He didn’t even dare to breathe. He exhaled, very, very slowly. And even slower, he turned around. And then he saw it. A figure surrounded by light composed of every colour he ever saw. He had to squint his eyes; the light, albeit beautiful, was blinding. And he could swear he saw it before. Because he did. It was the last thing he saw before waking up in a coffin, what seemed like forever ago. It took him a second to recognize it, but once he did, the feeling of familiarity and safety surrounded him completely and all he could do was stare at the figure getting closer, and closer, and then all those feelings were replaced with just one — the long anticipated feeling of relief. 'Cas', he mouthed almost without a sound, scared to close his eyes, too afraid that the light and the figure were merely an illusion, about to disappear. But after he blinked, it was all still there. And it was Cas, his Cas; the dumb, self-sacrificing idiot whose absence made Dean's life completely numb and pointless and unlivable. He wanted to run to him, to wrap his arms around him and never let go. He was shaking more than ever, but somehow managed to take a first step towards the light, and then the next one, and the next one, and one more. Oh, God. Cas looked awful. Absolutely terribly. Like he has woken up in a middle of the worst nightmare. He looked confused and scared; no, he looked absolutely terrified. His eyes were unfocused and his steps unsure. And then he saw Dean. He stopped walking, and his eyes widened. His mouth opened in disbelief. He looked petrified. 'What...', he whispered fearfully, 'How...' 'Cas', Dean's voice broke, 'I'm here' 'You're not supposed to be in here' Castiel said, now completely frightened, looking straight into Dean's eyes. After a moment he started to frantically look around. 'Look, I don't know how, or why...' 'What?!', Dean cut him off, blinking away the tears, 'Why?! Why as in why I'm here?! Are you serious...' 'Dean', Cas didn't let him finish, 'Are you even real?' he added quietly and softly. Dean felt blood rushing to his head; he suddenly was in a fight mode once again, starting to feel everything all at once - the anger, the fear, the pain; like after weeks of being numb his mind decided to unleash every emotion a human being can possibly feel. No. Not now, Dean thought, Now focus. Focus, he told himself but his eyes were feasting on the sight of Cas, his Cas, like he was a blind man who suddenly was able to see for the first time in his life. 'Cas. Cas, we have to go. We have to go', he said, desperately 'I— I don't know how much time we have left, I—', I don't even know now where is the fucking portal, he thought. 'We need to go', he said instead with a broken voice. 'Dean, I—' But Dean had enough. He reached for Cas' arm, grabbed it and started walking. Towards the portal, hopefully. 'Dean—', Castiel’s voice was very weak, 'Dean. Dean!' 'What now?', Dean finally stopped to look at Cas. He looked like he was just chewed up and spat out by a cow, but once Dean’s eyes landed on him, he just couldn’t stop looking. Man, I thought I’m never going to see you again, he thought and exhaled. 'We really gotta go, Cas’. But Castiel was staring at him like he just received a revelation, like a man lost in the desert who saw an oasis after days of being burned by the sun and deprived of water, like— 'What if it doesn't work?' Cas said quietly and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were full of tears. No. Not again, Dean thought. 'Cas. Cas, look. Cas, look at me', he cupped his face, so he could stare directly into Cas’ eyes. 'We had that conversation, remember? In purgatory. And that conversation is over', he said, maybe a little bit too harshly. 'Although there is another one that is not over. Far from over, actually', he added more softly. Cas was looking at him, anticipating. 'Dean, I... What I said...' 'I heard what you said. And now we need to go. Understand?' 'Yes', Cas said after a while, 'I understand.’

#my writing #destiel fic #destiel coda #spn 15x18 coda #spn 15x18 #spn s15

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whatisahyunjin · 5 years ago

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Redamantia; part one

lee minho x reader

genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff

word count: 1.2K

a/n: again i don't really have anything planned for this so i'll just go with the flow, as for Bittersweet im going though a little writer's block hahahelpmehaha

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Oh no. this was an unplanned part of your life. Getting married at twenty two years of age to a stranger? Not something that you had in mind.

Yet here you were, sitting in an expensive restaurant with both of your parents, waiting for your future in-laws to arrive along with the devil himself, Lee Minho.

Marrying Lee Minho was the least expected situation you saw yourself getting into. Sure, you knew the man since when you were twelve and he stole your pokemon cards but during the latter years you had only heard stories of his endeavours from your father. He had studied business from one of the top universities in Korea, had a good gpa and was set to be a successful businessman.

Except, his family didn’t own a business. And your father, being very considerate to his closest friend’s son, was passionate about the idea of him running your family business in the future, given that you didn’t show even a tiny amount of interest in your father’s career.

Why were you marrying him? Apparently, a successful company getting passed on to someone who was not in the family tree was frowned upon in the business community. Solution? Marry off your only daughter to your closest friend’s son who had always aspired to be a successful entrepreneur while ensuring that your business is in good hands to maintain your image in the society.

"Honey, please don’t be rude, i know this is hard for you but do this for dad,” your mom, rubbed your arm when she noticed the scowl that was etched on your face since you had woken up that morning.

"What kind of mother are you?” the words rolled off our tongue without thinking and you buried your face in your hands. Your father who had been quiet the whole time, shot your mom an apologetic look.

You fixed your hair and sat up straight, “sorry, i didn’t mean that,” you confessed, glancing at your watch. They would be here soon.

As if on cue, the doors of the place opened and a little sunlight flooded into the rather dimly lighted restaurant. In walked a beautiful lady and a sophisticated looking man, both in their fifties, and a handsome Lee Minho clad in a white shirt and trousers.

"Sorry for having you wait,” the man said, pulling a chair for his wife and then sitting down himself. Minho barely acknowledged you as he took the seat farthest from yours.

“Oh it’s okay, we arrived just now as well,” your father replied and the two sets of older couples started discussing the menu for lunch.

You scoffed. Arrived just now? You had been waiting for fifteen minutes! In contrast to your expectations, the Lee family seemed pretty well off without having a family business. The father was apparently a professor in one of the top universities in Korea and the mother was a doctor and they lived in the posher parts of Seoul, just like you.

Minho was also more interested in his watch than the conversation about food that was taking place at the table. Every two seconds or so he would heave out a quiet sigh, seemingly annoyed at the situation.

"Kids, you have met each other before if i’m not wrong?” Mr.Lee asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You felt minho’s eyes staring at you, devoid of emotion, as you curtly nodded.

“(name) what are your plans after you graduate from university?” Mrs.Lee inquired, genuinely interested in her future daughter-in-law’s ventures.

You flashed a small smile in her direction, you had forgotten to properly greet the couple when they had arrived, and replied, “I’m still deciding whether to get a couple of years of job experience or directly apply for further education.”

“You’re quite smart, aren’t you? Would you go abroad for education?”

"If i can then surely, yes,” you quickly replied in hopes that these future plans of yours would somehow signal them to cancel this marriage plan.

"That’s a bummer! Minho would also be busy with his business trips for a while, as per your father. But i think during the early stages of an arranged marriage it’s better to have some personal space.” Everyone else at the table, except Minho, also nodded their heads with God knows what logic.

“And you Minho? How do you feel about taking over such a huge business in only a few years time?” your father grinned, lightly patting him on the back.

For the first time since he entered this place, Lee Minho smiled and you heard his voice, “I’m very grateful, thank you for this opportunity.”

"That’s the least I can do for my closest friend’s son. I have years of debt on Mr.Lee, you have no idea how many times he has helped me escape unwanted situations in college,” your father laughed and soon they were talking about the memories from their youth and Minho only nodded along, clearly not interested but for a good impression on your parents, because after all, good impressions matter when you’re making a business deal. Even if the deal consists of giving away your own daughter.

Throughout the lunch you had stayed quiet, only speaking up when they asked you something. It was decided that the two of you would move in together before the marriage just to get casual with each other's presence. You had opened your mouth to protest but Minho cut you off saying that it was a great idea, leaving you to glare at him. He only smirked at you and the thoughts of how to hold yourself back from killing him in his sleep ran through your mind.

The only thing you and Minho agreed on was that the marriage would be a quiet affair, no friends or relatives, only the two of you and your parents.

Once the lunch was over, you left the restaurant and waited at the door while the chauffeur brought your cars. While your parents were chatting, you saw minho approach you from the corner of your eye.

"Hey,” he greeted, standing beside you with his hands in his pockets.

You turned to face him and almost forgot what you were going to say. Seeing him so close to you, he really was handsome.

“Hi?” you managed to get out, quickly turning your expression into a neutral one.

"You know we have to get more casual than this, right? You can’t keep glaring at me for the next thirty years as you did for the last two hours,” he said, bumping his shoulder with yours.

You walked backwards till there was a six feet distance between the two of you, “Don’t touch me! And I was not glaring at you, I was scowling at my father’s life decisions.”

Minho chuckled and smiled sweetly at you (which made your heart flutter though you wouldn’t admit it), walking back to his parents where his ride had arrived.

You approached them as well, bowing and saying your goodbyes. Mr.Lee turned to you as he was about to enter the backseat.

“So (name), Minho will pick you up from your place tomorrow evening, keep your suitcases ready,” he smiled.

Tomorrow? You were leaving your house TOMORROW? You didn’t even know where your father had bought a place for you! No time to prepare emotionally!

But apparently Minho was more than prepared for the next chapter of his life for he winked at you teasingly before entering the car as well.

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yoongi-sugaglider · 5 years ago

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Forget Me Nots

A wealthy young man falls overboard while vacationing with friends only to find himself with amnesia and a pretty young wife who seems determined to remind him what hard work and dedication really mean.

Warnings: Strong language, angry Min Yoongi inaccurately portrayed based upon the writer’s imagination,angst, eventual super fluff.

Pairing: Eventual Min Yoongi x reader

Word count:2089

A/n: Ah! So~ I finally got my thoughts back together on this bad boy lol. That being said yes she’s back in rotation! This chapter is a bit flillerish? In terms of I had to push through it to work some things out but beyond this we’re back in it!! Enjoy!!

<<Chapter Eight---Chapter Ten>>

She wasn't sure at what point during the three days since Yoongi had been discharged from the hospital that she'd started falling in serious like with him. But it was certainly entirely his fault.

He was quiet, shy and reserved in a way she hadn't expected of the man who'd literally almost cost her her job the first day they'd met. The trepidation in his hidden smiles would sometimes evaporate so quickly when something brought him joy, causing his entire being to light up with laughter as he struggled to stay upright in his mirth.

The way he cared for her, quietly looking out for her in ways even she didn't anticipate had her second guessing her early misgivings on having him around to invade her solitude.

She'd gone back to work that day, after ensuring he had plenty to keep him occupied while she was out. Though, to her credit she hadn't anticipated the sheer amount of exhaustion that would weigh her down once she got home. Her shoulders sagged as she walked through the front door, eyes downcast as she kicked off her shoes to the side of the entrance before trudging her way towards the interior of her home.

The smell of food had greeted her, along with the endlessly bounding affections of her two dogs as she wandered up to the kitchen only to spot a floral print apron wrapped Yoongi working hard at the stove to provide whatever meal he'd cooked up in order to appease the ravenous hunger that suddenly gripped her stomach at the sight.

"I...hey?"

Yoongi turned, lips twitching up into the barest hint of a smile as he took in the sorry state of the woman of the house.

"Hi there angel, long day I take it?"

She huffed, purse dropping to the counter as she edged her way over to try and spot what he'd been slaving away at.

"I got stuck with Selena’s shift again. Apparently she found herself bedridden again and managed to skimp out on cleaning one of the schooners that got rented out again." She clicked her tongue, shaking her head at the silent chuckle that shook Yoongi's shoulders.

"You didn't have to cook though? I thought you were…"

"Supposed to take it easy." He gave her a sideways glance as he stirred the mysteriously bubbling liquid within the massive pot. "Yeah, but I got bored and well...I weeded the back garden at about noon...spent some time fixing some holes and dents in the hallway walls and by the time 6 rolled around I realized you'd be coming home pretty late so I thought I'd fix up a stew."

He shrugged, casting it off as no big deal while nudging her in the side with his hip.

"Why don't you go grab a hot shower? By the time you're clean and refreshed dinner will be done and you can take all the time you want complaining about Selena."

She smiled, finding the sound of a shower far more appealing than trying to convince Yoongi to take it easy.

The shower took her far longer than she’d expected, finding herself relaxing into the contented heat of the ever flowing water for nearly a good 45 minutes before realising that dinner would be done and Yoongi would be waiting for her.

Ever so hastily she ended her shower, tugging on the comfiest and most modest night wear that she could find before sneaking down the hall and into the kitchen.

Sure enough Yoongi sat at the table, patiently waiting for her with that soft smile on his face as he watched the dogs play tug of war with a rope in the livingroom.

“Much needed shower I take it?” He whispered, startling her with a squeak as he slowly turned to look in her direction.

“Ah, y...yeah. Sorry it took so long. I guess I didn’t realize how stressed I was until I got in there.”

He tilted his head, watching her as she made her way over to the table and softly inhaled the scent of the stew steaming in her bowl.

“Oh my, that smells like actual heaven.” She sighed, taking her seat and practically drooling into the bowl.

“Well, dig in. It’s not gonna make its own way to your stomach, unless you have some kind of secret psychic mind powers I should know about.”

The snort that choked its way out of her throat was very much unladylike as she glanced up to stare at Yoongi’s self satisfied face. He seemed plenty pleased with himself at his own joke as he spooned a bit of broth into his mouth before glancing up at her through heavily lidded lashes.

“Well?”

“What?! No! I don’t have psychic powers thank you very much!” Picking up her spoon she dug in to the meal, very nearly groaning out loud at the explosion of flavor that hit her tongue like a freight train.

“Jesus Yoongi, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were a professional chef in a past life or something!”

“Is it good?” He asked shyly, all the while his eyes were focused on his own meal, though she could tell he was hanging onto her every word.

“Well duh! I mean, yeah...it’s amazing.”

They continued on in silence, exchanging quiet noises of satisfaction as their bellies slowly filled with the warm comfort of the meal Yoongi had painstakingly made.

“So uh…”

She glanced up, eyes questioning as Yoongi cleared his throat before meeting her gaze with a questioning one of her own.

“You mentioned a Selene giving you trouble at work?”

“Oh god yes.” She groaned, leaning back in her chair and rolling her eyes. “That woman I swear. She goes out and parties all night and then the next morning, despite her duties, has the freaking audacity to call in sick to work, even though everyone knows she’s just hung over. I mean seriously? How long am I expected to pick up her slack? She’s not even nice to me when she manages to come to work.”

Shaking her head in frustration she picked up her spoon again and glared down at her bowl. “All she ever does is flirt with trust fund babies and mess around with literally any guy that happens to look hot or loaded. It’s a disgrace really and it makes me sick that Troy just lets her get away with it.”

“Troy?”

She flinched, realizing she’d been rambling. “Oh, uh yeah. My boss. I work for a yacht rental company. Basically I get the glamourous job of cleaning up after people when they rent out the yachts, on top of like, setting up for parties and making sure the fancy rich people have everything they need before they set out on their little mini cruise getaways.”

“Hmm…” His tone wasn’t really dismissive, more of an, oh okay kind of vibe.

Despite that she felt herself blushing, though she wasn’t sure if it was for the sheer amount of word vomit she’d just spewed, or from fear that he might have judged her for her occupation. It wasn’t the first time he had after all, though, that had been before he found himself in his current state.

Pushing away from the table she grabbed their now empty bowls and silverware, mumbling something along the lines of how she was going to clean up before darting quickly to the kitchen sink before she continued on.

Shoving the tap on she waited patiently for the water to heat up, not realizing that Yoongi had followed her and was now standing just behind her. Her foot tapped out a random rhythm on the floor as she watched suds fill the sink.

“So...I was wondering…”

She squeaked, spinning in place and clutching at her chest as her heart threatened to escape its confides in her ribcage.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Yoongi held his hands up as if showing her he wasn’t a threat.

“No no, it’s okay. I just didn’t hear you walk over.”

He smiled sheepishly, tugging nervously at his earlobe before clearing his throat. For a moment she got lost in his mannerisms, smiling softly to herself at the nervous fidgeting of his hands.

“Well, I was just wondering. You mentioned having a job and well. Did I have one? I mean...surely I did right?”

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“Well???What did you tell him?” Rose leaned in close, stage whispering despite the fact that the cafe her, Devani, and y/n sat in was in fact devoid of other customers.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I think something about how he was in between jobs or some shit.” Y/n leaned back in her seat, fanning herself in frustration as Devani snorted into her drink.

“Real smooth there girl. And you’re telling me he bought that?” Dev shook her head, placing the cup back in it’s saucer and glaring her best friend down.

“I mean..he may or may not have believed it. I couldn’t really tell. The dude has the poker face of a pro.”

“So have you slept with him yet?” Rose interrupted, leaning in even further.

The poor woman sputtered, having just taken a sip of steaming hot coffee, which now happened to have sprayed all over poor Devani.

“I beg your pardon???”

“Consider my pardon begged, now. Did you sleep with him or not?” Rose smirked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous humor that her friends had become used to over the years.

“I’ll have you know I have far more dignity than that. I mean he’s basically a stranger!”

“Dude, you literally have one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life living under your roof under the notion that he’s married to you. Any red blooded woman would have at least gotten some by now.”

Y/n frowned, shaking her head at the brazen woman.

“Rose, enough. Stop harassing y/n. And y/n? No slut shaming Rose.” Devani sighed, placing her cup back on the table. “I swear if I didn’t know any better I was the actual adult on this friendship circle.”

Rose groaned, leaning across the table to pat poor Devani’s hand. “Our poor precious maknae. She’d had to raise the two of us on her own all these years.”

Y/n sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. “I’m just so proud of her maturity.”

The three women giggled, continuing on with their conversation until the oldest of them sighed forlornly.

“Guys I really don’t know about this job thing. I mean the way he looked when he talked about it I don’t think he’s going to let it go as easily as I wanna hope.”

Rose hummed, absentmindedly tossing tiny bits of torn up napkin onto her plate as she stared off into the distance.

“What if I gave him a job in the kitchen at my restaurant?”

Y/n’s head jerked up and her eyes went wide at the prospect. She didn’t want to get her hopes up but the idea sounded good. “Wait, but what if he can’t handle it?”

Rose shook her head with a smile, reaching across the table to pat her friend’s hand. “So I give him a dish washing spot during our slow hours. It’ll be quick and easy and I’ll be able to keep an eye on him in case anything happens to him health wise.”

“I’ll help too!” Devani chirped up. She worked part time as a hostess at the same restaurant.

“I...I don’t know guys…”

Rose clicked her tongue, her reassuring pats turning slightly more aggressive. “Y/n, I own the place. Nobody’s gonna question the boss. You’re only a phone call away if anything happens and at the end of the week his buddies can come back and collect him, no harm done.”

“You might even get a cut of some cash for gratitude.” Devani smirked, a conspiratorial glint to her eyes.

“Dev doesn’t mean that and you know it.” Rose reassured at the moment of panic that flitted across y/n’s face.

“Yeah, I know. I mean it would be nice to get the money to replace the vacuum that got wrecked but...honestly at the end of the day I just want him to be okay…”

“We know love. Don’t worry, we’ve got your back okay?”

She couldn’t help but smile at her friends, hoping against hope that this would work and that things would turn out okay.

***

#bts boulangerie #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts min yoongi #bangtan suga #suga #amnesia au #bts yoongi amnesia au #yoongi imagine #bts angst #bts fluff #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #bts x reader insert #bts fanfiction #yoongi fanfiction

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romewritingshop · 5 years ago

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Wake up Parker! Chapter Fifteen: The breaking point

Relationship: Peter Parker x Tall Older Reader (Peter is 22 and Reader is 26/27)

Warnings: Angst, Tension, dissapointment, revelation, anger

Word Count Total: 2779 (This Chapter)

Tagged: @bggerbtch @technicallykawaiisoul

Summary: Peter Parker is a student in the city of Brooklyn. He’s lazy, spoilt and he procrastinates a lot. He meets a woman named (Y/N), She’s recently moved to Brooklyn for an independent life. Something Peter is fascinated by. Over the course of a few months, Peter needs to realise that he has to grow up and become responsible for his life.

WAKE UP PARKER! MASTERLIST

Over the next week or so, Peter got out of the house and took various photos of the city. Finally getting his mojo back as his photos ranged from street art to people and the iconic structures of Brooklyn city. Today was a really good day because it has been about a month and a half since (Y/N) let him stay at her house. He needed to do something to thank her. Peter couldn’t buy a gift because he had no money.

Maybe he can show her that he can cook an egg. Make her a meal and he hopes that she would appreciate the gesture because she’s always working hard. Peter was climbing up the stairs to the apartment and spotted Natasha with a postman. She was signing a parcel from him and she sent a small greeting towards Peter.

The postman went and Natasha was about to head into her apartment when Peter called out to her. She was probably the best person to ask. Natasha stood in the doorway of her apartment, taking in Peter. He was a cute boy, not her type but she can appreciate his good looks. She smiled and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

"Natasha. Do you know how to cook eggs?"

She took a moment to process but gave a nod, jerking her head towards her apartment and walking to the kitchen. Dropping her parcel onto the sofa and she got out the utensils they'd need to make eggs. Peter followed in and closed the front door, taking in her apartment and immediately felt Natasha's presence. Red painted walls and black furniture were dominant colours as he rounded the corner to Natasha’s open kitchen.

“So Peter? Why’d you want to learn how to make eggs?”

(Y/N) sat in her office arranging the layout for the fashion section of the magazine. The articles had been written up and the photos had been taken. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Mr. Barnes carefully as he sifted through a large pile of articles on his table. Most of them were from freelance writers but among the pile was her article. Having now gone through six drafts, she was hundred percent sure this is the one that will catch his eye.

After dropping off the last box on the software, she saved the file and emailed it to Mr. Barnes. Having been at the office for about a month or so, she has found the work at the company is rewarding. The only issue is getting Mr. Barnes to be impressed by her. Over the month, he’s been indifferent to her. Treating her as an inconvenience rather than a colleague, apart from the interview day, Mr. Barnes hasn’t even talked about the weather to her. (Y/N) hopes that her article will make Mr. Barnes talk to her or even look at her.

She shook her head to clear out the weird thoughts creeping in. Mr. Barnes was her boss and all she wanted was for him to approve her article, give advice and possibly publish it. She wanted nothing more than that. Even if he was handsome, intelligent and silent. Her absolute type. Mr. Barnes is her boss and it would mean the world if he had a look at her article.

“So I see you pining after Mr. Barnes.”

(Y/N) stood up and bumped her knee against her desk, grasping at it and cursing in pain. She sat back down and spotted the demon in her life: Clint. She furrowed her eyebrows at him and squeezed her knee as if it would make the pain disappear.

“I’m not pining after him! I’m trying to see if he read my article.”

“Well could you be any less subtle? It’s like you’re begging him to fu-”

(Y/N) put a hand on Clint’s mouth to get him to shut up. She honestly did not understand what was going on with him as she shushed him.

“Shut up! What’s wrong with you today?”

“Umhmmhm.” (Y/N) removed her hand to let Clint speak clearly. “Just felt like messing around with you. What draft number is this article?”

“Six.”

Clint shook his head and sat at the edge of her desk, wrapping his hands around her knee to massage some of the pain.

“You do know that the more drafts you do, the more you lose the essence of the article.”

“I get that Clint but every time he doesn’t read the article, something new pops up for me and I just have to work it into the article. I just hope one of these drafts catches his eye.”

A ping rang on her computer as (Y/N) opened up her email, Clint coming round to have a look and peek. Also to judge her on the arrangement of her desktop. Nothing bad and detrimental as Clint did a mental fist bump at (Y/N)’s organisation skills.

Sent @ 14.51 p.m.

Looks good. Forward to Carol and then meet me in my office, now.

J. Barnes

“Wow! Invigorating!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she got up and grabbed her notebook and pen, quickly forwarding the email to Carol at the printing press. She excused herself from Clint and rounded around her office to Mr. Barnes’s. Knocking and entering, standing right in front of him with her notebook open to take down notes for what needs to be done on her end.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.”

“I’ve gone through the articles and have chosen the ones to feature in our magazine. This pile is rejected so contact the writers and say that we’ll use their articles next time. Maybe tell them to redraft or pick another subject. Also send a follow up email to Steve and ask him what’s taking long on the photos for the ‘Scenic Locations’.”

(Y/N) gave a nod and tucked her pen into the notebook, grabbing a semi large pile of paper off his desk, she spotted something and pulled the sheet out, bringing it in front of her. It was her article as (Y/N) took a deep breath. It was devoid of notes or comments and (Y/N) felt heart sag a little.

“(Y/N), leave.”

She blinked into reality and gave a nod to Mr. Barnes, almost stomping out of the office with steam billowing out of her ears. She turned into her office and huffed into her seat, oblivious to the fact that Clint was still sat on her desk, with a now concerned look on his face.

“What happened?”

(Y/N) rubbed her temples and ran her hands over her head, leaning back in her chair with her hands cupping the back of her head.

��He rejected the article. Said to either redraft or pick another subject.”

“Was that to you directly?”

“No but he might as well have said it. My article was in a pile with other rejected freelance writers.”

Clint shook his head and got off her desk, placing a hand on her shoulder with comfort.

“Hey! Don’t take it personally. Mr. Barnes might not have even read all of them. Sometimes he just cherry picks the first five and refuses the rest.”

(Y/N) gave a nod and scrunched up her article, tossing it into the bin by the door of her office. Clint could tell it was bothering her a lot as he smiled at (Y/N) and left her office to go type up his own article. Although the good news was that she didn’t have much else to do other than phone up the freelance writers to inform them that their articles had been rejected. Two hours later, she was ready to go, packing her bag and locking her computer before stalking out of the building, without a glance to Mr. Barnes and a quick goodbye to Clint.

Two subway stops and a few minutes walk later, (Y/N) was trudging up the steps to her apartment ready for a night of take out and an Audrey Hepburn film. Just as she was going to reach into her purse to get her keys out, her front door open with a smiling Peter, dressed down in some grey shorts and a Pickle Rick t-shirt. (Y/N) had completely forgotten that Peter was staying in her house. Guess there goes a night of relaxation as she steps into her apartment, completely tuning out Peter as her eyes zero in on the mess.

Clothes strewn everywhere and empty cheese crusted pizza boxes, (Y/N) dropped her handbag by the entrance. She was taken aback by the mess as she took a deep breath to calm her anger. Peter was rambling about something but she couldn’t care to focus. Peter was glad that (Y/N) finally made it home because after so many attempts he managed to make a fried egg. He went to the kitchen and brought the egg to (Y/N) whilst recounting the day he had.

“Hi. You'll never believe this. I’m not even going to ask why you’re so late today? But it doesn’t matter. I made an egg for you. Nat taught me. You were right, she's so cool and her apartment…”

This was the last straw for her. He just needed to go as she glared at Peter with the coldest ice breeze that made Peter shiver unconsciously. He couldn’t understand where this chill came from as he glanced at (Y/N) unsure of why she was absolutely being icy.

“Shut up Peter! Look at this mess. Who is going to clean this mess? Why are your clothes everywhere? Why do you have empty pizza boxes on the floor?” His smile faltered slightly as his eyes dropped from the plate and up to (Y/N)’s eyes. Her anger was a little unnerving as he took a step back from her berating. He felt like a little kid again as Mr or Mrs. Stark would constantly yell at him for messing up.

“I made an egg for you.”

That made matters worse as she yelled at him louder, telling him off for the mess before stomping out of her house and slamming the door. He was sure everyone heard their argument as he stood rooted in the spot by the front door. Feelings of disappointment swarmed his mind as he took in the messy living room. It was a little messy and she was right about the clothes strewn around. Peter took the plate back to the kitchen to pick up his clothes.

He was pushing everyone away and he couldn’t push (Y/N) away. She had become one of his closest friends and without her, he would absolutely be lost. He needed to be better for her and he needed to show her that he was a responsible adult. He glanced around the room with a sigh and set about cleaning the place. Picking up the pizza boxes and tossing them into her bin, he grabbed a broom from a small closet in the bathroom and swept the dust into a pan. Discarding it into the broom and making his sofa bed neat. Whilst cleaning, he felt his anxiety slowly melt as his eyes darted towards the front door. Wondering if (Y/N) would come back.

“Thanks for letting me camp here Nat. I’m sorry for the noise.”

“Don’t worry about it. Hopefully you guys sort out what’s happened.”

(Y/N) smiled at Natasha and stepped out of her front door, glancing over to her own front door. Natasha let her come in to cool off and now she needed to have a proper conversation with Peter. The way she blew up on him was wrong and she really shouldn’t have gotten her anger over Mr. Barnes be vented out on him. She stepped to her door, knocking tentatively as she tested the handle, finding it opened easily.

She cautiously stepped in and noticed her bare floors: no pizza boxes and clothes; it was neat and clean as a small smile crept on. Peter must have felt bad and cleaned up, noticing he sat at her dining table with his head resting on his elbows. (Y/N) went towards the kitchen, grabbing two cups and brewing up some jasmine tea, bringing both to the table and placing one in front of Peter.

“Peter?”

He roused from his sleep as he tried to make the blurry vision fade away and he saw (Y/N) was there. Groggily, he sat up and spotted a steaming cup of tea in front of him. She sat opposite him, upright and both hands clasped around her mug.

“Look, Peter I’m sorry I got angry at you. I didn’t have a good day at work and blowing up at you was not the right thing.”

“No, I’m kinda glad you did. I would never have realised that I’m a messy idiot and that I’m adult enough to clean up my own mess. I promise to try to be a bit cleaner, next time you come home.”

She gave a simple nod and took a sip from her mug. Her eyes were taking in the kitchen, when she noticed a plate with an egg on it. Thinking back to earlier when Peter had eagerly brought the plate to her, guilt was starting to settle in her heart. A small apologetic smile as she got up and grabbed a fork from the drawer, bringing the plate to the table and taking a bite from the egg.

It wasn't anything extraordinary, just that same egg taste although it was seasoned well. It was made special because Peter worked hard and it was not right to dismiss his efforts in a simple task. It was a huge step and (Y/N) smiled earnestly at Peter.

"Peter, I'm proud about your egg. Honestly it's really impressive."

Peter felt a blush across his cheeks as he rubbed at the back of the neck. He felt a lot better from her praise as he gave a nod of appreciation. (Y/N) finished off the egg and sat contently, watching Peter run his finger along the rim of his mug. There was still a lingering tension in the air and (Y/N) realised that Peter needed something else.

“Peter. Don’t take this the wrong way but I think you should go back home.”

Peter stilled as his eyes darted up to connect with (Y/N)’s. She could tell he was panicking at her words and she quickly did some damage control to rectify her words. “Look, your dad -”

“Not my dad.”

“Tony Stark. He has such a successful company and you’re here in my house, making eggs. Why don’t you go back and try again?”

Peter glanced up at (Y/N), understanding what she was trying to say but how could he? After what he did and what happened. She didn’t even know the real reason why he left home. After a month or so of staying in her house, it was time he faced the memory of leaving home. Telling her how and why it happened.

“(Y/N), do you remember the day I came to your house?” A solemn nod as Peter continued. “See, three days before that, I failed my college exams so I didn't get to graduate. I lied to Mr. Stark and he saw right through it. Things got heated between us and he told me to leave. I’ve failed him many times and now I can’t go back unless I’m successful. It’s my fault.

“You look at me and you see his success but I'm not like him, (Y/N). I’m not a Stark. I went to his office for a week. If you went there, you’d be dead. It sucks your soul and it just wasn't me! However over the past few weeks, I'm starting to realise I'm nobody without him. I don’t want to feel like that, I want to be my own person. That’s why I’ve decided that I want to work. Please don't kick me out right now. Just give me one more chance. Please.”

Peter poured out all his insecurities to her and (Y/N) could tell the child Peter was gone. Instead a mature Peter sat opposite her, asking for a chance and help to do and be better. She simply could not refuse him. At the mention of a job and the camera that was always in his hands, when she first met him, she knew the perfect job for him.

“Alright Peter. I can give another chance and I might be able to help you get a job.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: GET A JOB! KEEP A JOB! BE A JOB!

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