#I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve seen this on Pinterest

[cholvoq]

“Nice jacket, Harrington”

Fanart promo for my Steddie fic, Rock My World! Here’s the link for those who wanna check it out:

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #fanart #I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve seen this on Pinterest #this is also super old I’m reposting all my Steddie art here

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Okay my request is Xenophanes(Sonic.ExE) fluff headcanons when the reader gives him pets and scratches behind his ears(probably his favorite spot) (I headcanon he’s very clingy and wants attention that’s why he’s so possessive over the reader)

(if you don’t mind- I really love Xeno)

Xenophane Fluff Headcanons

Hey thanks for the ask

Of course I don’t mind. Honestly I don’t blame you for liking him, it’s the same for me as well. Also, I actually like that headcanon. To think that you can get xeno to be clingy and possessive by a simple gesture. Anyways, hopes you enjoy. ~ J/Blaze

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ⚠️Some swearing here and there⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Xenophane/Sonic.exe

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Groowwll on Twitter + Banner by MaybeAriaaaa on Pinterest

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- When you first decided to pet xeno initially he’s confused as fuck. You, a mere mortal, was petting him who he considers himself a god like a goddamn dog. Do you not have a death wish? You clearly do if you're doing this to him. But at the same time he can’t really deny that it feels good but knowing xeno there’s no way in hell he’ll admit it. You're not going to get xeno to admit that he enjoys this, he’s too prideful to admit it but I’m pretty sure that it would be so he doesn’t really say anything about it.

- This is probably one of the only times you get to see him like this and only you, no one else. He wouldn’t dare be caught doing this or do it with other people. You're an exception that he’s willing to make. Surprisingly he gets really embarrassed, almost like a child being embarrassed by their parents. But it doesn’t really matter to you, no matter how many times he tells you to stop, you still keep doing it and to be honest he actually kind of impressed that you don’t give up easily and actually praises you for it despite the situation he’s doing it in. On the other hand, if he sees anyone or anything that wants you to do the same to them that you do to him, he immediately gets really jealous. Yes he knows that he may or may not be contradicting himself but you're his, you belong to him you can only do that to him. He demands your attention. It's not his fault that you’ve got him hooked onto you just from a simple movement of your hand. He’s basically the definition of that one cat meme:

+ Xeno -

+ Also Xeno -

- Slight adding in the previous point, sometimes when you do this to him he becomes slightly self conscious. Like sure he likes it and doesn’t necessarily mind you doing it but he kind of feels like he’s not being seen as scary. He likes it when people are afraid of him and when he sees someone who isn’t he doesn’t really know what to do. It surprised you that xeno can even feel self conscious but despite that you still comfort him. You still tell him that he’s great at doing what he is, just because you're doing this doesn’t mean you think he’s weak

- Just like you’ve said in your request when you do this xeno can become very clingy towards you. As soon as you gently scratch him (especially behind the ears) he immediately stops whatever he’s doing and just goes limp. Congrats you’ve managed to get xeno to go limp, you definitely deserve a medal. You’ve got him in your arms, maybe if you're lucky he’s got his arms around you while you're patting his head. Obviously you do ask him beforehand if you can do it, you weren’t about to risk your life all for a head pat. But sometimes if he’s pissed off enough or in a bad mood you don’t even have to ask him. I can imagine him finding you and just grabbing you, taking you somewhere it’s just the two of you and placing your hand on his head.

- Okay can I just say that he definitely purrs when you pat his head or a noise something similar to it. Some sort of noise to indicate he enjoys it. There’s definitely some times where you’ve pointed it out but of course xeno shuts it down immediately acting like you’re hearing things and immediately demands you continue petting him.

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#sonic.exe #sonic.exe x reader #xenophanes #xenophanes x reader #xenophane #xenophane x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic series #sonic series x reader #sonic #sonic x reader #x reader #request

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Well, it must also be pretty fucking obvious to know what gifts they are from Jason.

because while Toby or Natalie wrap their anonymous gifts in regular decorated paper, this guy uses fucking fancy red paper with a huge gold bow

His Gifts look exactly like those Pinterest wallpapers of Christmas ideas

Also incredibly accurate. I wouldn’t be surprised if he used multiple wrapping papers to get an extremely fancy layered effect somehow, and he probably puts an elegant card on it with your name written on it in the most gorgeous, fancy handwriting you’ve ever seen. And then cut to Jason, blushing bright red and face almost in his hands because of how obvious it is

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #Jason the Toymaker #jason the toymaker headcanons #jason the toymaker headcanon #Jason the Toymaker x reader

[dc418writes]

•|Legends Never Die|•

✨Pairing✨: dark!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Curiosity doesn’t kill cats. It kills the nosey

⚠️: 18+ NO MINORS, chasing, mention of blood, abduction, minor bondage, allusions to basement wife, language, noncon touching

A/N🎤: Hey guys! So this is my little twist on the infamous Headless Horseman tale and I hope you guys like it☺️💕!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

Everyone you interviewed in the small town warned you about going down that dirt road. How those who dared pass through that wooden tunnel were never to be seen again.

But you didn’t listen. Instead letting your need for the truth overshadow your caution.

Once you heard about the mysterious figure looming in the woods and read all the accounts from those young and old, your piqued interest wouldn’t rest. You needed to see for yourself if this horseman really existed or if it was just a boogeyman of sorts with stories being passed down from generation to generation.

Dead grass and autumn leaves crunch under your sneakers as you journey further into the wooded area. The cool air prickling your nose and cheeks while buzzards squawk overhead circling with their wings spread wide.

That should’ve been your sign to turn back, but your legs carry you until you’re meeting a withered cabin. Smoke rising from its chimney into the gloomy sky.

“H-Hello!?,” you call out, but there’s nothing. Whoever lived here clearly wanted to be alone being the only cabin out in this stretch of woods that you could see.

“I don’t mean any harm! Just wanted to ask some questions,” you ask as you reach the front door.

You knock twice, but again you don’t hear anything. Can just see a peek of the lone, vintage couch and coffee table resting on top of the decorative rug in the living room through the crack in the curtains shielding the windows.

The floorboards creak under each step you take - no matter how careful - wandering along the wrap around porch while your eyes focus on the woods with every crack of a twig and swish of leaves.

Meaning you weren’t paying attention when you tripped over the metal bucket; knocking it over as you stumbled forward.

A reddish-brown tinted rag rolling out along with a small amount of water tinted the same color pooling around your feet is the final straw feeling your stomach begin to sink and anxiety slowly rise.

Something deep inside tells you to hide when you hear the whinny of a horse along with its trotting hooves approaching from somewhere in the forest. It’s the fastest you’ve moved since your high school gym days setting your eyes on a decent sized shed a few feet away.

Luckily it’s latch is open allowing you to quickly slip inside just as whoever approaches the property. Crouched by the small, smudged window, you can see the black stallion being led by a person in all black themselves from their thick coat to their leather gloves and down to the boots on their feet.

A pumpkin mask with detailed carving covering their face.

It looks like it was made from the gourd itself. But most surprising - and fear inducing - a hatchet on their hip. Its blade stained with someone or something’s crimson blood that steadily drips to the ground.

“What’d I get myself into?,” you think watching as the tall figure rounds the house before stopping upon noticing the knocked over bucket and rag. Clearly now on alert that somebody was there how his head turns left and right.

Your heart rate increases as he appears to be coming towards the shed. (More than likely to put away his horse as you now notice the bags of feed by your feet.)

It’ll be impossible to run out the same way you came, so you hurry towards the back crouching behind a barrel near the corner. Your knees pressed into your chest to make yourself as small as possible just as the double doors open and both step inside.

Hands covering your mouth, you can hear them tying their horse away before filling its container with food and beginning to brush along its mane and the short hairs on its body.

A skid of a breeze across your face nearly startles you - thinking whoever arrived found you - until you see the plastic flap of the doggy door gently moving back and forth. It seems big enough that you could fit through, but you won’t know for sure unless you try.

So you patiently wait until you hear the double doors open again and the thud of boots becoming quieter with each step, signaling that you were finally alone and able to move again.

Carefully your arm goes through first then your head, but your opposite shoulder only bumps into the wall unable to pass. Shifting your body, you try again hoping someway you can make it through but your efforts are futile.

Just giving you enough of a distraction that you don’t feel the presence of someone behind you until it’s too late. Roughly grabbing your ankles and yanking you back as you scream.

You thrash kicking and swinging trying to get away, successfully hitting his crotch deep enough to have him groaning as he keels over on his hands and knees.

“Bitch,” he grits out as you scramble to get your footing to run out the shed. The horse whinnying and stirring about due to the new commotion.

Bursting out the doors, you keep running without any direction just setting your sights forward while trying to dodge limbs and trees along your path.

At the galloping not too far behind you, your heartbeat increases hoping there’s another house somewhere in these woods you can ask for help.

As your chest heaves and throat gradually becomes dryer from the air constantly rushing through, it seems you two are the only ones out this far leaving only one end in sight for you.

The stallion’s galloping grows closer and louder - as if it’d never get tired - while you feel exhaustion overtaking the adrenaline that once controlled your body.

You make the grave mistake of peeking over your shoulder trying to gauge just how close your hunter is not realizing your path was soon ending. Flying forward, your body tumbles down a dirt hill until you’re roughly thudding to a stop.

However, rather than hitting the cold ground you’re horrified to find a decaying body with its eyes wide and staring right at you. Some flies buzzing from them to you as if thinking you could be their next snack.

A deafening scream rips through your chest as you try to scurry away, echoing off the surrounding trees until something hitting against your head makes everything go dark.

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Opening your eyes, you first notice the dark, wooden beams of the unfamiliar ceiling. Definitely older from their weathered appearance as one seemed to be a good hit away from breaking in two.

You try to move, but your arms and legs are bound to the semi-firm mattress below you with expertly knotted ropes you know you’d never get out of. It left you spread wide and fearful to what your captors next plan would be.

“You’ve done a lot of research.” The deep voice startles you, instinctively making you turn towards the corner to find the person chasing you earlier. They’re still in all black with the orange mask attached to their face as they look through your notebook of interviews and printed articles.

Had they been there watching you the whole time you were out?

“Have to say, I’m flattered,” they lowly chuckle closing the book and haphazardly tossing it on the ground. You see just how tall this person is when they stand and their head is only inches away from the beams above. It fills your stomach with nausea and dread how they slowly approach the bed reaching their finger out to teasingly trace from the post by your foot to your ankle.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cry with fresh tears dripping out the corner of your eye and down to the mattress below. A line of black left in its path from your mascara and liner.

Carefully removing their mask, the face underneath is surprisingly handsome. Near crystalline like blue eyes shielded by long lashes and a sharp jaw covered by an almond colored beard, you could honestly find yourself falling for the man in front of you if you met under normal circumstances.

His fingertips slowly trace higher - from your ankle to your calf and finally the inside of your knee - making your squirm and tears fall heavier while you plead, “Don’t.”

“Looks like you found your horseman kitten,” he smirks. “Too bad you’re little story won’t ever get published. Especially not with you tied up down here until I’m done.”

#curtis everett #curtis everett x woc!reader #curtis everett x black!reader #curtis everett au #curtis everett x reader #snowpiercer #chris evans #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x woc!reader

[multifandomgurl]

“Shut up” “Make me”

    A/N- This one is my first Ellie x reader imagine so I hope you guys like it! Hella smutty btw. Oh also it’s like my second time writing smut. Let me know If you liked it!

  Warnings- SMUTTY SMUT! Dirty talking, Ellie x fem!reader, lots of teasing by reader and Ellie as well.

   Request from- Anonymous

   Summary-  Ellie and Reader are best friends and have to stay in from patrol  because of a storm.

   gif from Pinterest!

   You opened your eyes to a rustling sound on your side. After stretching well in bed, you turned to your right and saw that Ellie had already gotten out of bed. You know, there was no patrol today? Confused, you slowly got up from your bed and sat on the edge of the bed. You had obviously been drinking heavily the night before, and you had no recollection of what happened last night. In fact, there was only one thing you remember, and that was when you and Ellie walked into her house with lots of laugh and suddenly you threw yourself on the bed.  Afterwards, a dark but peaceful sleep.

   Spending time with Ellie had always been great for you. You and the girl were almost the same and always supported each other. Her smile at you made your day better. But when she spent time with others, it was as if the world was falling apart. You always wanted her to spend time with you and tell you her troubles.    Maybe some would call it selfish, but you just wanted to spend more time with your close friend before you died. All you wanted to do was enjoy the moment as you didn't know what would happen tomorrow or the next day. Or it was something else that you couldn't name.   Ever since Ellie's relationship with Cat ended, Ellie had been more mature and calm and you always felt like she was closed to you. But best friends would be there for each other's problems, wouldn't they? You were frankly reluctant to ask Ellie why this was the case, and each time you swallowed your words. You swore to always be by her side no matter what.

   When you heard footsteps coming from the bathroom, you lifted your head and met her beautiful eyes. Maybe they didn't always look bright, but they were the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. “Hey.” You said in a low voice, as if you didn't want to startle. “Mornin,” she answered you afterward, and sat down next to you on the bed. She sighed heavily and threw herself back, putting her arm under her head and staring at the ceiling. You did the same, but turned your body to your side to see her better. “ To what do we owe this early awakening? “     Ellie pulled her eyes from the ceiling and looked over at you and grinned  slightly.      “ Maria asked me to take a patrol even though it was my day off. “     You were surprised, but you didn't show it on your face. Maria rarely did such a thing when necessary, and when she had to. The woman was really trying, and no one even had the word to say anything to her. She was truly a great leader.

   But even though you had a day off, the idea of ​​going with Ellie was more appealing because you had a bad feeling. When you lifted your head and looked towards the window, you saw that the weather was not so good. Already since last night, the snow had been nibbling little by little, and judging from the experience from last year, a possible storm was only a matter of time.  “ Then I'll come with you. “    “You sure? I mean don't you want to stay and- " You put your hand over her mouth and lean over her  slowly. She looked so sweet as her eyes followed you that you wanted to kiss her right then, but you dismissed the thought immediately. You were close friends, nothing more. You'd better keep that in mind. “ I just want to help my- *you sighed* my best friend. “  You said and smiled. After you took your hand off her mouth, you suddenly found her on top of you and she did the same thing to you, hiding your mouth from forming an O shape. “ Then I'm happy you will, babe. “

   After getting dressed with Ellie, you left the house and made your way towards the barn. While walking, you met a lot of people you knew and greeted them one by one. You also saw a lot of little kids and after 5-10 minutes of playing with them all, you walked back to the barn. You and Ellie were still like children and you always hoped you would stay that way. When you came to the stable, after taking your horses and weapons, you set out after a short 'be careful' speech, neither of you spoke at all until a time. It was the quiet before the storm. 

   At one point, the snow increased its speed, but as there was nothing to worry about, you continued to gather tools and proceed silently. It was obvious that Ellie wanted to ask something, but you didn't even realize what it was. You knew it wouldn't hurt to ask, but you thought of saving it for later. However, she got ahead of you and asked what you were wondering what she wanted to ask.   “ So, who was that girl you were talking with earlier? “ You knew exactly who she was talking about. You had a strange history with Emily and you hadn't told Ellie about it yet because there was nothing worth telling.     Emily and you used to be very good friends and you came to Jackson with the group you were with. You were sure that Emily had feelings for you, but you had never talked about such situations. One day, after you returned from patrol, you started hearing voices from the house you shared together, and you went to her room and knocked on her door to ask if there was a problem. The voices stopped abruptly, and an almost naked Emily appeared, followed by a child. It would be more accurate to call it a child, because obviously he was not developed at all and was very stupid. At that moment, you looked at them with pity, but left without saying anything.  When you went to Maria and asked if an empty house was empty, she said that she could stay with them but that you had to tell her later what was going on, but then that incident was forgotten. Now that incident meant nothing to you. Just like Emily didn't mean anything.

  This wasn't the time to tell Ellie about that incident , and you thought a little provocation wouldn't hurt. “ She was just my ex. We used to be best friends and somehow we ended up together suddenly. “ “Was? You don't see her much now, right? “You already knew where this conversation was going. “ No, we are just seeing each other here and there but no, nothing else. “ Ellie nodded and continued to stare ahead. But you haven't made your last move yet. “ But I think she still loves me. The way she looks at me, looks at my lips. Guess I can't deny it. “ The red-haired girl turned her head directly in your direction and frowned, but turned away without saying anything. A little more.  “ One time, we were getting out of a bar in Jackson and we were like very drunk so I had to stay at her house because it was closer and I guess I was just scared to let Maria see me like that. We went to her house and we laid straight to bed but she didn't let me sleep. She got on top of me and kissed me so softly. Man, I still remember that kiss.   And then she instantly- “    “Shut up.”  said Ellie, cutting you off abruptly. Either she was tired of hearing your voice, or she hated you at that moment for going into so much detail or…   Now you wanted to know how she felt about you. Tired of being by her side all the time and not being able to touch her or do anything but just hug her made you feel worse every time. You wanted to feel her. So you went even further, and frankly, provoking Ellie was the best thing in your life. “Make me. “ You grinned and waited for an answer. Her facial expression was so funny as she just stood there looking at you and you even thought of getting caught by saying that the story you made up was not true, but you continued to play your game.   When Ellie was about to say something with her mouth wide open, when runners started coming from both sides of you and frightening the horses, you immediately fled. But a lot of runners were coming from the sides, front and back. You couldn't see in front of you because of the storm that had just broken out.

  You turned your head to the right and saw that there was a somewhere that you can hide and rest there. You whistle at Ellie and point your head there. You got there by riding the horses faster and quickly got in and closed the door. The place you were in was the garage of a house, but the garage door was so old and rusted that the noise it made could gather a million things around it. After fastening your hand and making sure that the door is tight and won't open, you went up the stairs leading to the house and entered the kitchen of the house.   After being cautious and searching and finding something useful in the kitchen, you made sure that the house was clean. This surprised you because you have never seen such a clean house before. Compared to other looted houses, this house looked cleaner and untouched.   When you entered the living room of the house, you saw Ellie sitting there, busy reading the magazine in her hand. Sitting next to her, you took a deep breath and put your arm on the headrest and moved into a more comfortable position. You looked at Ellie and saw that she was still on the same page and focused on the same place without even moving her eyes. You touched her arm, but she still didn't move. A few moments later she threw the magazine almost across the room and turned to you, elbows on her knees. “ Why can't I just forget that you exist here, with me and focus for a goddamn second!? “ You were stunned at this outburst, and before you could even say anything, she jumped on you and sat on your stomach.

       “ Tell me every single thing she did to you. “ It was finally the time to tell that was a stupid story you made up. “ Ellie- “ “ No, don’t you dare tell me anything. You know what? I changed my mind. You stay here and don’t talk to me until I get myself together because- “ You didn't let her finish and immediately, without even waiting, kissed her. She didn't reciprocate at first, but after a few seconds she deepened the kiss and became more sultry. You gasped and wanted to take a break, but Ellie wouldn't let it. Instead, she placed her hand on your chest and cupped it. Yet you groaned and almost begged for more.    Ellie pulled her lips away from yours and brought her hands to the hem of your shirt, effortlessly removing it along with your bra. You brought your hands to her shirt because you wanted to do the same to her, but she slapped your hands with one hand and bent over you. She whispered to your lips in a sexy whisper, looked into your eyes. “ I'm gonna make sure that you scream my name and forget about that girl who you had spoken with, alright? “ You nodded yes and let her do her thing.

   She leaned down to your lips again, and after placing a kiss, she slowly made her way over to where your collarbones were. After kissing all over the place, she kissed your breasts and stood there. She lifted her head and waited for your confirmation, but she didn't need to wait. You were so ecstatic at that moment that you didn't know when you threw your leg on her back and put your hand in her hair. The red-haired girl slowly bent over your breasts and placed soft kisses on your nipples in turn. She then went a little farther and cupped your other breast with one hand, tugging at the nipple while sucking on the other breast with her mouth. Every move she made made you get wetter and want her more.

   After letting go of your chest, she went down and placed a soft and wet kiss on your belly. Then she straightened up a bit and took off her t-shirt with her bra in the same way, and then it was time to take off your pants. You started to whine as you knew you couldn't take it anymore as she tugged and at the same time took off your pants very painfully. “ Ellie… Please Ellie please. I'm sorry. “ She chuckled to that and bent over you again.  “ You'll be good? Or do I have to punish you? “ You shook your head as no while pushing your hips towards her.   You were in so much pain, couldn't she see? “ No Ellie. I'll be good for you. I promise. Please. “ Ellie obviously wanted to avenge the game you played before. “ Please what, Y/N? Tell me what you want. “ “ I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your long, beauiful fingers. Please Ellie. “ Ellie wasted no time then, pulling off your panties and rubbing those long fingers against your clit.         “ Fuck, baby you're so wet. Is this for me? “ You didn't say anything because your tongue was almost stuck and you were so close to being flattered. Instead, you nodded. As if satisfied, Ellie approached your clit and began to lick it. She opened both of your legs with her hands for better access and continued to satisfy you. Your moans and her licking and sucking sounds filled the room. You were having a hard time not yelling, but Ellie noticed. She stopped and looked down at you. “ Scream for me, babe. Let me hear you. “ She wetted her fingers well before bringing them to your hole and slowly inserted one of them, which made you squirm even more. “Ellie, fuck. Please baby. more. “ Ellie picked up the speed of her finger and inserted her second finger into you. “Keep talking baby. “ She was also touching your clitoris with the fingers of her other hand.   You were close then, and the pain and pleasure of wanting to come aroused a different lust in you and Ellie. “ Yes baby. Cum for me. Come on. “ She quickened her fingers even more and pulled her body upwards, closing in on your lips. With her lips on yours, you came violently. Climax has never looked so enjoyable to you.     She took her fingers out of you and brought them to her mouth and sucked on them. She looked so sexy. You wanted to give her the same satisfaction, and you put your hands on her waist, trying to turn her over, beckoning for her to take your place, but she stopped you. She closed your lips again, but this time it was softer. She wanted to comfort you and maybe she thought she hurt you.

  “ Just want to lay here with you for a bit, babe. “ You nooded your head and scoot  a bit for her to lie down next to you. You laid your head on her chest and gave tiny little kisses. Ellie snapped your head back and gave a playful grin.         “ You can do that later. You're tired. Let me take care of you. “    Maybe it was because of that Emily thing that you talked about or because you teased her before, but that was the last thing you wanted to think about right now because at least you knew now that Ellie had feelings for you. When the already dark weather started to get darker and the snow started to increase, you knew that you were safe at that moment and you were with Ellie, and if there was one thing you realized then, it was that you loved Ellie very much.

#the last of us #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie williams smut #the last of us smut #smut with happy ending #smut #fluff #teasing #the last of us imagine #the last of us part 2 imagine #tlou x reader #tlou ellie #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams imagine #x reader imagines #x reader #ellie x cat #ellie williams x cat #tlou #tlou part 2 #the last of us remake #jackson

[itsallyscorner]

hey love ❤️ i hope you’re doing good and healthy but i was wondering if you could do a little mix!reader after she gave birth to tom and her’s child. maybe when the girls meet their niece or nephew

💌

The World’s Greatest Aunties

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader, Little Mix x fem!reader

Summary: The girls finally get to meet Baby Holland for the first time.

Warnings: none, spelling errors?

A/n: Hey darling! Thank you so much for the request, I’m so sorry that it took so long. I took a small break from writing Tom fics and writing in general because I needed to recharge the author part of my brain😭😂 I was lacking motivation to write but I’m back now! Thank you again for the request and I hope you like it!💞

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(Pinterest)

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Five pairs of eyes peered over the bassinet, a twinkle of admiration in each one. The house was quiet except for the low hums of the music that played softly in the living room. Occasionally, they would hear the light clicks and taps of Tessa’s nails against the floors. The five of them were quiet, letting out a little coo here and there when the tiny bundle in the bassinet fidgeted.

“I can’t believe you actually made a baby.” Leigh-Anne whispered, cautiously steadying her voice at a quieter tone. You all nodded, agreeing to her comment.

You glance at Tom, who was stood beside you, “We weren’t even planning on having a baby. Someone’s pull-out game was just very weak.”

Tom’s mouth gaped at your statement, a false offended look on his features. “Well, you weren’t complaining while it was happening.”

“Did you really think I’d be in the right headspace to realize how bad your pull-out game was after being railed to the bed?” You quizzed him, standing up straight and placing your hands on your hips.

Jesy’s eyes shifted between you and Tom, “Are you two really talking about how irresponsible you guys are at sex in front of the baby you both made—because of irresponsible sex?”

“But isn’t she the cutest outcome of irresponsible sex?” Perrie cooed, leaning closer to the opening of the bassinet. Tom smirks at you before slinging his arm around your shoulder, “We made a beautiful baby, didn’t we?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Thomas, I’m sure Amelia’s 90 percent (Y/n) and 10 percent you.” Jesy comments, earning her some chuckles from the rest of you except for Tom. Though they’ve know each other for years, and he’s proved himself worthy of you, that still didn’t stop Jesy from giving him a hard time. Of course, all the petty arguments were all in good fun. He’s been slowly growing on her anyway.

“Well she’s definitely got (y/n)’s lips.” Leigh-Anne observed, admiring the sweet baby from above. You leaned your head on Tom’s shoulder as you watched Amelia scrunch her tiny nose.

“But her nose, without a doubt, is Tom’s.” You point out, watching your baby snuggle into her blanket.

“Honestly, you know how some babies are just not cute when they’re first born?” Jade began, voice remaining in a whisper. A few sounds of agreement were heard amongst you all. “Amelia’s probably one of the most cutest newborns I’ve ever seen, and she’s only a few weeks old.”

Tom’s lips morph into a soft smile as he leans back down towards Amelia, “She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” His large hand creeping closer to his daughter to brush his fingers along her chubby cheeks. Though the contact of his cold digits made her jolt, causing a sob to bubble out her small body. Tom gasped, turning around to give you an apologetic look. Before the girls arrived, you had put Amelia down for a nap so she wouldn’t be fussy once the girls were over. You were planning on waiting till she woke up to properly introduce her to the girls, but things don’t always go as planned, do they?

“Oh no!” Perrie cried, moving out the way so Tom can gather Amelia into his arms. Tom held her against his chest, shushing her and slightly bouncing his body to ease her wailing.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine. Daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized, genuinely feeling bad for waking her up from her nap. He whispered comforting words into her ear, not phased by the fact that she couldn’t even understand him yet. He pressed kisses on the crown of Amelia’s head, trying to calm her down.

“Look at that, she even got your vocals too.” Jesy hummed, smiling at the crying baby against Tom’s chest. You laughed, stretching your hands out towards Tom. Just by the gesture, he knew what you meant. The two of you have only been parents for almost a month now and every single day it seemed like you were both picking up new habits—specifically parental ones. It was like the start of your relationship again, you were leaning new things about each other, but this time as parents.

“Aww, c’mere darling, momma’s got you.” You cooed as Tom helped you place her against your chest. Her tiny head was snuggled into the crook of your neck, the warmth coming from your skin soothing her. You had a hand under her bum while the other was rubbing circles onto her back. Slowly, her cries softened until they were replaced by her cute baby gurgles.

“Are you crying?” Perrie asked. You turned around to see who the question was directed to. Only to find Jesy wiping her eyes and fanning them with her hands. She shook her head trying to brush off Perrie’s question.

“Babe,” you called out to her, “Why are you crying?”

You body gently swayed side to side, trying to entertain Amelia. You all looked at Jesy, an amused yet concerned expression on all your faces. When she felt like her tears weren’t about to spill from her eyes, she tilted her head to look at you again.

“I’m just—you’re an actual mother. Like look at you, you’re so grown up.” She sniffed, eyes watering up again. Jesy and the rest of the girls were just a few years older than you. Being the youngest of the group, they’ve always been protective of you and viewed you as their younger sister. They watched you grow up into an amazing woman, watched you fall in love with Tom, and now here you were—as a mother. The sight was quite emotional.

“Aw Jess.” You walk closer to her, using one of your arms to embrace her. Jesy chokes on her laugh, “No! Don’t hug me, you’re gonna make me cry even more.”

You ignore her protests and continue to wrap your arm around her neck. Jesy allows the hug to happen, wrapping both her arms around your waist.

“It’s okay, I cried a few times too.” Tom tells her comfortingly, handing her a tissue from over your shoulder. She takes it, thanking him quietly, and dabbing her eyes. You hear some more sniffles around the room. Breaking your hug with Jesy, you look around to see Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne with glossy eyes.

“Guys...” You sigh.

“It just sunk in that you’re a mum now. Like you need to take care of another human being and help them become a person and all that.” Jade summed up, blinking away tears. Tom took it upon himself to wordlessly pass around tissues to the four women in the room.

Leigh-Anne came up behind you to move your hair over your shoulders, “You’re gonna teach her so many lessons about life. You’re gonna be the first person she’ll always look up to and her first best friend—I’m so excited for you.”

“I have life lessons too, ya know.” Tom interjected, slightly raising his hand. Jesy glances at him and scoffs, “You have the body of a twelve year old and you cry in movies for a living. What could you possibly learn from that?”

“I don’t cry in all my movies.” He defended himself.

You move your head to look at Tom, “Darling, you’ve literally cried in four out of the five Marvel movies you’ve been in. That speaks volumes.”

Jade’s eyes shifted between Jesy and Tom, “I thought we were having a sentimental moment, how did we go from that to hating on Tom.”

“Because, he’s Tom.”

Tom crossed his arms, squinting at you all, “You know, I thought having Amelia would make you guys like me more—but no, I just can’t catch a break from you lot.”

A joyful sound emitted from Amelia, catching everyone’s attention. The girls cooed and awed at the new member of their little family.

“Oh hello precious!” Perrie squealed leaning down beside you so she can see Amelia’s face. Your baby’s eyes were wide as she stared at the faces crowding above her.

“D’you guys wanna hold her?” The girls eagerly nod, bodies filling with excitement. You handed Amelia to Jesy, showing her how to properly hold your newborn baby. With her new niece’s head resting against her shoulder, she feels her heart swell with joy.

“Oh my, she’s lovely.” She whispered softly, her hand cradling Amelia’s head. She ducks her head to get a closer look at her face, chuckling when she sees the combination of you and Tom on Amelia’s features. Jesy catches a whiff of the newborn baby smell radiating off of her—you know, that light weight baby powder-ish smell?

“And she smells so good!” Jesy announced enthusiastically. Perrie frowns, “I wanna smell the baby.”

“Too bad, you can’t.” Jade teases, poking fun at Perrie’s inability to smell. Jesy passes Amelia to Perrie, who makes grabby hands at her before wrapping her arms around Amelia’s tiny form.

“I’m so sorry for exposing you to the media.” She tells the baby, a chorus of laughter following her apology. Perrie gently pokes Amelia’s cheeks with her finger, “Your cheeks! I just want to squish ‘em and smother you with kisses!”

“I think you’ve had enough time with the baby, my turn!” Leigh-Anne jokes, holding her hands out for Amelia. Perrie carefully hands her to Leigh-Anne, who instantly melts once she holds Amelia against her.

“I want one now.” She whines.

“Ask Andre, I’m sure he’ll give you one in no time.” You wink at her, gesturing to the ring on her left hand. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she became pregnant anytime soon. Leigh-Anne took her time holding Amelia, basking in the cloud of baby fever she was currently experiencing. Your daughter was then passed onto Jade, who was thrilled to show her niece all the gifts she had bought her.

You all watched as Jade ventured towards the couch, kindly asking Tom to fetch the large bag that was at your entrance alongside the piles of packages from your family and friends. Ever since you and Tom brought Amelia home, there has been a never ending amount of gifts being delivered to your home. The items ranged from clothes, toys, to diapers, and baby bottles. Your house was practically filled to the brim with baby supplies.

Jade settles on the couch; adjusting Amelia so she can cradle her with her arm and using her free hand to pull out gifts from the bag. You and the rest of the girls sit around her, while Tom looked over the couch behind you.

“You guys really didn’t have to get us anything, just being here and letting us share this moment with you is enough for me.” You expressed, Tom agreeing with you. Jade simply brushed you off, “Oh hush up, let us spoil Amelia. She’s going to be the sixth member of our band, so we need to make sure she’s got the best clothes to look like her mummy and aunties.”

Jade proceeds to pull out a bunch of Disney themed items out from the bag. “Oh you’re gonna love this, I found a bunch off onesies that were princess themed—look!” Jade held up the hanger of multiple Disney onesies for your daughter. “Look Amelia, there’s one for every princess!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh when Jade began to show every item she bought for Amelia.

Your and Tom’s jaws dropped when she pulled out a Minnie Mouse headband made for babies.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, lemme see.” Tom held his hand out towards Jade who handed him the headband. You watched adoringly as Tom inspected the headband, looking at it with fascination. He caught your stare and proudly held up the head band, “Baby, we’ve gotta take her to Disney.”

“Oh, we definitely are, don’t worry.” You assure him, making him proudly fist the air. Without any of you noticing, Jesy slipped out the room to get the gift bag she left out at the entrance.

“I’ve got something too!” She sang entering the living room. She sat back on the couch, Jade passing Amelia to her once she was comfortable.

“Alright, ya ready precious?” Jesy asked Amelia, who grabbed at the bag with her hands. Jesy took her hands in hers and helped Amelia ‘take out’ the tissue paper from the bag.

“Since I know your parents are two of the biggest Harry Potter nerds, I decided to get you this because I know they’ll flip.” She explained before pulling out a baby Hogwarts costume.

“Jesy!” You gasped, leaning in to get a closer look at the clothes.

“They have Harry Potter merch for babies?” Tom exclaimed, rushing to stand behind Jesy’s part of the couch. He began to ramble, asking her where she bought the clothes and if there were more.

Jesy held her hand out to stop Tom from talking, “Wait, wait—WAIT, Jesus Thomas, you’re more excited for these clothes than your daughter.”

Tom shrugged, “Well she can’t express any feelings yet, so I’ll do it.”

“Here.” She passed the costume to him making him cheer. “The costume came with another thing actually.” Jesy took out a baby Hogwarts robe, making you gasp again.

“It comes with the robes too?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was an entire set!” Jesy proudly answered. Tom ran his hand along the robe, touching the soft fabric. He let out a squeal, “I love it!”

“Tom darling, the clothes are for Amelia, not you.” Perrie teasingly reminded him. Tom brushes off her comment, “(Y/n), we could all dress up as Hogwarts students for Halloween! We could match costumes!” Tom was practically buzzing with excitement, not allowing you to give him a response.

“Thank you Jesy, it’s nice to know that you have a soft spot for me.” He bumped his fist against her shoulder, which she glared at.

“I don’t have a soft spot for you, twit.”

“Yes you do, you knew I liked Harry Potter.” He held up the Hogwarts costume, “And you got Amelia a baby Hogwarts costume. You went out of your way to give us this gift. It’s enough proof, Jes.”

“I got it for (Y/n).” Jesy argued.

Tom crossed his arms, “Just admit that you like me.”

“No, you’re a menace.” You all watched the exchange between the two. A goofy grin was on his face as he spread his arms out, “I’m gonna hug you now.” Before Jesy can respond, Tom had wrapped his arms around Jesy. She groaned, squirming in his grip.

“Thank you Jesy!” He sang, taking the piss out of annoying her. She smacked his arm, “I get it. Now get off, I’m holding your child!”

Tom lets go with a smile on his face.

“She likes me.” He mouthed to you, motioning to Jesy. You shook your head at him, chuckling.

The girls continued to give Amelia their gifts. Perrie got her a bunch of classic children’s books and some toys. Leigh-Anne had given you a diaper bag and a “mommy and me” set of clothes. You were instantly obsessed with the matching sets, now you and your baby girl can have matching outfits. The night was full of the girls passing Amelia around and playing with her. She hadn’t cried for a single second, happy with the attention she was getting and constantly being held. There was no doubt that she would sleep soundly tonight, much to your and Tom’s content.

You watched as the girls circled around Amelia in the living room. Perrie was currently holding her, talking about how she couldn’t wait to spoil her with all the cutest baby clothes and toys. You overheard them talking about all the things they wanted to teach her; like how to sing. A smile had crept its way onto your lips without you noticing. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

Tom presses a kiss onto your shoulder and rests his chin on it, “You know she’s the luckiest baby in the world? And I’m not just saying that because she’s our child, but she’s really lucky. We’re very lucky.”

“We are, aren’t we?” You hum, leaning your weight against his chest, something he happily welcomes.

“She’s got two amazing parents. That’s us.” He squeezes you and continues his list, “She has grandparents who already love her, a bunch of protective uncles, and the world’s greatest aunties in her corner.” He finished, gesturing to the women in the living room. Yeah, you guys were lucky.

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rough edges pt. 9

pairing: jungkook | reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk warnings: swearing, drugs, drinking, trafficking, vomitting, puking, getting high, unprotected sex word count: 16k

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Yeah, you hate yourself too. Probably not as much as Jungkook does. He hasn’t replied to your texts or returned any of your calls since the breakup two weeks ago. Why would he anyway? It’s torture to run into him on campus only to have him ignore your entire existence. He’d go so far as to go out of his way just so you wouldn’t cross paths. You deserve it, you admit. 

“Huh?” His brows furrowed for a second and his mouth twitches between a frown and a tiny smile, unsure if you’re just messing with him. “What are you saying?” 

“I think.” You gulp. “We should break up.” 

“What? Why?” His eyes glisten under the light. “Why are you doing this?”

You move your hands over his shoulders. “I can’t tell you why exactly. It’s just that...I’m going through a lot. And I think that it would be better if we spend some time apart.” 

“Y/N what are you going through? Tell me.” He says gently. “I’ll go through it with you.” 

Your chest tightens. This is by far the hardest thing you’ve had to do. He stands when your eyes start to water, cupping your cheeks. “I can’t.” You whisper. 

Jungkook’s face drops as you say that. You see the wheels turning in his head, trying to make sense of it all. 

“But I just want you to know that it’s nothing to do with you. It’s me. I’m the problem.” You sniff. 

He chuckles to your surprise. But more in trying to express his hurt than anything. “The classic ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ huh?”

“It’s not like that Jungkook.” 

At some point the sadness leaves his face and you see his features morphe into anger and bitterness. He walks towards the other side of the room and runs a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath. A minute passes while his back is turned to you but it feels like forever. He mutters something under his breath as he starts to collect his things into a bag.

“What?” You ask, although timidly. 

He stops, then turns to you with nothing but bitterness in his eyes. “I said I can’t believe I thought you were different.” 

Your heart sinks into your stomach. Tears roll down your cheeks as you scream internally. You contemplate telling him everything. Maybe you were wrong, maybe him hating you for going behind his back would hurt less than him thinking you never really loved him. 

“Jungkook wait.” You rush over to him and he pauses, holding on to a sweater he’s about to pull over his head. “I love you so much. I do. But I’m doing this for us.” 

He furrows his brows, eyes scanning your stained cheeks and reddening eyes. 

“I know whatever I’m saying may not make sense right now but I promise, just trust me on this-” 

“Trust you?” He says. “I did. With my heart. And look what that got me.” 

His words leave you silent. Your feet remain glued to where you’re standing, helplessly watching him. Jungkook pulls the bag over his shoulder and stands before the door, hand on the knob. But then pauses once again.

“Is this about the club?” He asks. 

“N-no.”

He turns, only anger in his eyes now. You’ve never seen him look at you the way he’s looking at you now. “Is this why you asked if I’d consider quitting? So you don’t like something I do, and your solution is to dump me, is that it?” 

“What the hell.” You spit out. “That’s not it at all. You don’t even know what I’ve⎼”

“What you’ve what?” He waits for you to finish but you look away instead, fueling his anger. “This is what I kept telling myself would happen. I knew one day you’d realise you don’t want me anymore. I bet this all started with Hoseok too.” He scoffs, “I should’ve known then. I knew he’d poison you into thinking I’m some loser and low life." 

"This has nothing to do with him!" 

"You wanna break up? Fine." He opens the door. "We're over."

He rushes out the door, down the stairs and out the front door without sparing you a second glance. You stop yourself from running after him. No. This is what you wanted. This is what’s supposed to happen. You grip the railing at the top of the staircase as you hear the sound of an engine revving and his bike driving off. 

Tears roll down your cheeks and you feel your legs giving way. Jimin holds on to either side of your arms and you let yourself bury into him. “Y/N.”

“Y/N.”

You jump in your seat when Hana’s elbow hits your side. Everyone’s eyes are on you as the professor calls out your name. The students start murmuring when you snap back to reality. The news of your breakup had caught on to the rest of the student body by now. Evidently, there’d be rumours as to what happened. But that isn’t your biggest concern. 

“Are you still with us?” He asks. You nod quickly, sinking in your seat to hide from the embarrassment, then suddenly find interest in the notes in front of you. “Great.” 

Hana watches you from her side as you manifest yourself teleporting out of this class. She’s caught you drifting off a lot lately. Sometimes even while she’s speaking to you. When class ends, you wait for everyone to leave before scurrying out yourself, narrowly avoiding the professor just as he opens his mouth to call out your name once again.

Sighing when you’re in the clear, you focus on getting past the sea of people before you. As usual, you don’t get far down the hallway before seeing him. Jungkook stands right outside the doors leading to the lawn in a conversation with someone. You slow down and eventually come to a stop amidst the traffic. Hana catches up with you and follows your line of sight.

Jungkook parts ways with the other guy and starts making his way into the building. It’s too late to turn back now that he’s already headed this way. His eyes land on you and your heart races, anticipating a reaction. Something. Anything. He’s probably going to roll his eyes at you, or turn around and re-route. But what comes next is worse than the disappointment you would have felt if he’d done those things. Instead, he ignores you and walks straight ahead. As if he hadn’t even seen you. 

You stand there, feeling worse than you felt before. Hana squeezes your shoulder, then hooks her arm under yours, leading you away.

𝄖

“Come on, please eat something.” Hana says, pushing the plate with freshly baked sweet potatoes to your side. Sighing in response, you pick up a fork and reluctantly take a bite. 

“Yum.” You say monotonously. 

Jimin, sitting next to Hana, watches you quietly. His stare annoys you because you already know what he’s thinking and you know what’s about to come next. “Why are you like this? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Your eyes flicker to him for a moment, then back to the sad potato. Hana slaps his arm and intensifies her glare but Jimin ignores her.

“No seriously.” He says. “You wanted this break up, didn’t you?” 

“So?” You slam the fork down on the table. Why is he acting like you’re enjoying this? “Can’t I feel bad after breaking up with him? Am I not allowed to feel sad?”

“Well then why break up if you’re gonna be sad about it?” He raises a brow with a smug look on his face. You almost want to throw the potato right at him. “Shouldn’t you feel better after breaking up? If it’s the ‘right thing to do’?

“You know what? I’m sick of you and your shit.” 

“Why? It’s just a question.” Jimin continues eating and speaks with his mouth full. “Help me understand what I don’t.” 

You don’t have to deal with this, you tell yourself. There’s no way he’d understand without knowing the full story anyway, so why bother explaining yourself to him. Your phone pings right then, disrupting your thoughts and stealing your attention away from Jimin. 

Meanwhile, Hana pinches Jimin’s arm and tells him to shut up. You hear her mutter some words under her breath, possibly telling him to lay off you. They stop bickering when you get up suddenly, chair scraping across the floor. “I’m full.” 

“Where are you going?” Hana stands as well but doesn't try to stop you. 

“Um. I have a project meeting.” 

It’s a lie she sees right through. They look on as you walk out the door with only your wallet, phone and keys in your pockets, slamming the door as you go. 

Namjoon: you home? Namjoon: i’m outside your building

He stands by the entrance, looking out into the street with both hands in his pockets. It bothers you how he always has perfect posture and mannerisms. He should be normal for once. When you tap him on the back, he turns abruptly, then smiles down at you. 

What a silly gesture to start crying at. But your tears have a mind of their own. It’s the first genuine smile you’ve gotten so far, not one laced with pity or judgement. Namjoon reacts with panic at the sudden outburst. Fishing for something in his pocket, he offers you a crumpled and hopefully unused tissue, even though you’re already dabbing at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. 

He lets you sit in his car and continue to cry for a good twenty minutes. The radio plays softly in the background and Namjoon keeps himself busy on his phone while he waits patiently. It’s the most free you’ve felt in the last two weeks. The first full breakdown you’ve had without having to worry that Hana or anyone else would hear you. 

“Thank you.” Your voice comes out nasally from the stuffed nose that naturally comes after a breakdown. He responds with a reassuring smile.

“No need to thank me. Feeling better?” 

“Yes.” You stare down at your hands and see from the corner of your eyes, him turning in his seat towards you. 

“So...are you crying because of Jungkook?” He asks. 

“That,” you sniff, “and everyone treating me like I don’t have the right to be sad about it.” You wipe a stray tear that escapes the side of your eye. “I mean yeah I broke up with Jungkook, but does that mean I can’t cry about it? I’m hurt too, you know. Jimin should just fuck off.” 

“Jimin?” 

“Just one of our friends.” You wave it off. After collecting yourself, you finally remember the reason why you’re here in the first place, before you started crying that is. “Why did you want to meet me?”

“I have a message for you. From Bella.” Your eyes light up at the mention of her name. “She wants to see you but doesn't know how else to get in touch. Thought I’d drive you to her place myself. But it seems like maybe now’s not a good time?” 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go see her.” 

He laughs and you wait for him to tell you why. “You have snot dripping out of your nose right now and you want to go see her in this state?” 

You immediately swipe your nose with the tissue and blow into it. Namjoon winces at the sound you make. “I’m fine.” You say after. “Anyway, I’m going home for semester break so I might not have the time to see her after this.” 

“You make it sound like you’re never coming back.” He was only joking, but your silence that follows makes him suspicious. “You are...coming back. Aren’t you?” 

“I wish I didn’t have to.” 

"Y/N, come on." He starts the engine. "What am I gonna do without my bestie?"

For the first time in two weeks, you laugh. A real one, not the kind you make in the middle of a conversation out of politeness. For a moment you forget you were sad. 

𝄖

“This is the place?” The car comes to a stop in front of a cluster of apartments in a dingy part of the town. It looks cramped and run-down but not as bad as Suga’s apartment that’s for sure. 

Namjoon looks at the piece of paper he stuck on the side of his rear-view mirror and confirms it with the GPS on his phone. “According to the address she gave me, this is it.” He stops the car and you fix yourself. “This building, right here. Number 3. Apartment 1201.”

“Alright.” Namjoon holds you back just as you step one foot out the door. “What?”

“You need me to walk with you?” 

“I’ll be fine.” You reassure him. 

“Okay. I’ll stay nearby. Text me when you’re leaving and I’ll pick you up.” 

“Sure.” 

His car only drives off when you enter the building. It doesn’t look as bad on the inside as it does outside. At least, unlike with Suga’s apartment, you don’t worry the elevator might get stuck or the line might snap. Stepping out of the elevator at the twelfth floor, you turn right and find apartment 1201. There’s a handwritten sign on the door saying ‘Please knock gently’, and you do. 

You hear shuffling inside and then the door opens a little, just enough to allow the person on the other side to peek out. “Oh! Y/N!” Bella’s familiar voice greets you before her face does. The door closes again and she unlocks the door before opening it all the way, stepping aside so you can enter. 

Before you make it further inside, she’s already engulfing you in a hug. “Oh-” you chuckle, “it’s nice to see you too.”

“I’ve missed you.” She gushes and it’s been a while since anyone’s reacted this way to seeing you, the last being your grandmother, so you don’t know what to say. Besides, it’s not like you see her that much at work since she works upstairs and you work the ground. You didn’t think she would think of you at all. 

“You have?” 

“Yeah. You’re not at the club anymore.” She states and you only give a polite nod in response, not wanting to talk about it. 

“Um. Where’s Jihoon?” 

“Oh he’s in his cot.” She moves to look at the baby monitor on the kitchen island. “Looks like he’s awake. I’ll go get him. Make yourself at home!” 

She slips round the corner into the rooms and you stand awkwardly in place, looking around. There’s a small two-seater couch in the small living room which you make yourself comfortable on. Right by your side there’s a coffee table with a framed photo of Bella and Jihoon, which looks like it was taken recently. 

“Look who’s here,” she comes back into the room this time with the little one in her arms, “it’s your favourite aunty.” 

Jihoon stares at you for a long time, perhaps trying to remember where he’s seen you before. When Bella sets him in your lap, he doesn’t object but keeps his big eyes glued to your face. After a while, he starts giggling and finds interest in anything within his reach. “Good to see you again, buddy.” You say and he babbles in response. 

Bella busies herself in the kitchen and comes back with a drink for you and some snacks. She puts on cartoons on the television to keep Jihoon occupied, then turns her attention to you. 

“So um, not to be rude but is there a reason you wanted to see me?” You ask, getting straight to the point. 

“I just wanted to check on you.” She smiles. “I heard about you and…” She trails off before mentioning his name, noticing the drop in your expression. 

“Right.” You nod. “That’s nice of you. I’m fine, really.” 

There's no response which tells you she doesn't believe you. Her eyes scan the features of your face, lingering a little longer on your eyes, noticing the slight swelling from all the crying earlier.  

"I mean all breakups hurt, don't they?" You end the question with a sad laugh.

Jihoon struggles to break free and you finally let him off so he can crawl to the middle of the room, closer to the television. Bella bites her lip. "I’m a little curious. If you don't mind, can I ask what happened?" 

Part of you wants to scream. "Nothing. Nothing happened. Like what I told him, it's for the best." Bella nods slowly, placing a gentle hand over yours. She seems genuine enough, but there's literally no way you can be truthful, especially not to her. "Can I...ask you something?" 

"Sure."

"Did...Jungkook put you up to this? To get an answer out of me?" 

Her eyes widen in surprise, then she shakes her head. "No, he didn't. Is that something you think he'd do?"

"I don't know," you shrug, "I've been trying to get a hold of him but he won't talk to me anymore."

She gives you a sympathetic smile. "Yeah. He does that.” 

“I know.” You sigh, feeling your eyes burn up once again, ready for a new batch of tears. “I just wish he wouldn’t think it’s because I hate him, you know? That wasn’t the reason why I broke things off.”

“He loves you a lot.” Your eyes dart to her, tears brimming. “I must say I was quite surprised when I saw him that night, drinking his heart out. You guys just seemed like you were made for each other.” 

“We are.” You mutter softly to yourself unsure if she heard you. 

“I’m pretty jealous actually.” She crosses her legs and places her hands over them, in thought. “I wish Suga wouldn’t beat around the bush so much.”

“Suga?” You giggle and wipe your nose with the back of your sweater until you realise she’s not joking. “Oh you’re for real?” 

“Yeah.” She gives you a pointed look. “He so wants me.” You laugh for the second time today. 

The stone-faced, insult hurling, never-having-anything-nice-to-say Suga, being in love with someone is so fascinating. You always assumed it was harmless flirting between the two. But seeing him in this new light makes you want to throw up. 

“Sorry but that’s just so weird to me.” You shake your head. “He seems like he hates everything.”

“That’s true too.” 

“How’s everything at the club by the way?” You ask casually, reminded of how much Bella knows about the boys and the merge. Getting close to her back then would’ve been suspicious but it wouldn’t be now that you’re no longer with Jungkook or the club. 

“Normal.” She shrugs. An answer you expected. A little disappointing at first, wishing you could get another lead to tell Seokjin. Then you remember, you’re not a part of this anymore. “A little less convenient now that my emergency babysitter is no longer around.” 

“Well,” you move to the floor and join Jihoon, dancing along to the music from the cartoon, “you can call me anytime. I’d love to spend time with this little koala.” 

“He’d love that.” She says, “He doesn’t like strangers but he seems to do well with you. He likes you.”

“Aw, is that so?” You lift Jihoon up in the air and he lets out excited shrieks. After a couple more times he stands on your lap with your hands on his sides and he drops onto you in a hug. His little fingers touch your nose and every other part of your face. “He’s so cute. He seems pretty easygoing though?”

“Well. He has his moments.” Bella shrugs. “I’m glad he doesn’t make a fuss at night when I go to work.”

Jihoon starts to rest his head on yours in a half hug, his tiny arms on your shoulder. You giggle as you position your phone to snap a photo. “How long have you been working as a…” You struggle to find the right word, fearing anything you say might insult her. 

“As an escort?” You give a coy smile and nod. Bella laughs and thinks about it. “About five years?” 

“And you enjoy it?” 

“No but apparently I’m ‘good at it’, or so I’ve been told. Whatever that means.” She shrugs. “Besides, it’s hard to land a job when you’ve barely got an education and if you’ve got a lovely baby to care for.” She directs the last part to Jihoon who responds to her words. “Isn’t that right darling?”

“So you’ve been working with Suga and Jungkook the entire time?”

“Oh I mean, we’re in the same company, just that I was working at a different club before.” She says. 

“And what company is this?” 

Bella cocks a brow. You worry you may have gone too far with the questions now. “You seem really interested in this. Jungkook never told you anything about it?”

“He doesn’t like talking about work.” You say. 

“Oh. Interesting.” Bella watches you for a while longer. “I don’t mean to pry even further but,” she bites her bottom lip, “do you think you’d ever get back together? I could help get him to talk to you if you want me to.” 

“He won’t like that.” You imagine he’d get angry at you for involving Bella in this. “Has he said anything about me?” 

“No.” She shakes her head. “He’s been a lot more angsty recently.”

“Pretty sure he hates me now.” 

“Hmm. That’s not how I see it.” Bella states. “I think the fact that he’s upset means he still loves you. Like you said, all breakups hurt. He’s hurt. Because he loves you, right?”

𝄖

“Are you seriously going to ignore me?” Hana squeezes herself next to you, where you’re covered in a blanket and eating ice cream straight from the tub with Netflix on. She closes the flap of your laptop and you glare. “Binge watching rom-coms won’t solve your problems.” 

“Okay but it will make me feel better.” You scoop up a big mouthful. “Now put Notting Hill back on and let me get to the ending at least where Julia Roberts is pregnant and lying on Hugh Grant’s lap in the middle of a park thing and there are kids all around and everyone’s happy except me.”

“Fine.” Hana complies but only because you’re talking to her now. You had kept conversation to a minimum since lunch with Jimin.

“I’m not ignoring you, you know.” After a minute of silence, you say. “I’m just tired of people giving me shit for what happened.” 

“I didn’t give you shit for it.” 

“Not out loud.” You say meekly. “I know you’re silently judging me.” 

“Honey, no.” She wraps her arms around you and rests her head on yours. “I just didn’t agree with it at first because I didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t want you to go through...well this.”

“Maybe I should’ve listened to you.” You say quietly, teary eyes darting over to her, stirring the melted ice cream. The one Jungkook bought for you when he was staying over regularly. 

“No. Don’t do that.” She moves in front of you, setting aside the laptop and the melted ice cream. “You make a decision and you stick by it, okay? I’ll support you. Sure I was hesitant at first but I get it now. It’s not easy being Hannah Montana.” 

She makes you smile a little. “Thanks. What about Jimin?”

“Jimin’s a little shit and you shouldn’t take anything that comes out of his mouth personally. You know that.” She rubs your back as the tears start forming again. “Besides, I really gave it to him earlier after you left. He was out of line. I banned him for the next month or so. That’s why you don’t see him here anymore. I’m just sorry I didn’t do it sooner.” 

Your face twists and you’re crying again, this time wrapping your arms around Hana as she lets you cry on her shoulder. She knows how much you’ve been holding in. From having Jungkook totally ignore your existence to everyone at school spreading rumours about your break-up. You definitely need more than just ice-cream and netflix. 

Her eyes land on the suitcase and bags you’ve placed by the door. “I see you’re all packed. Can’t wait to leave, huh?”

“Oh you don’t even know.” You wipe the tears with your hands. “I think being away will do me good.” 

“I don’t know...you’re not making a run for it, are you? By chance are you actually getting on a plane to go halfway across the world? Did you apply for an exchange program? Are you secretly migrating somewhere else? Should I come home with you?”

“I’m just going home, I promise I’ll come back.” It’s laughable how both Hana and Namjoon had thought of the same thing, worried you might leave for good. Ironically, it’s a very Jungkook thing to do; run. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. It might be better to leave this place so Jungkook wouldn’t have to see you, and you wouldn’t have to watch Jungkook ruin his own life. 

𝄖

The train station is packed. You had expected it to be. You told Hana not to come and that sending you off to the cab is more than enough. So you keep yourself company while you wait for the train to dock and for passengers to get off. Meanwhile, you sit on a bench facing the train doors. You watch as a man jumps off the train and heads straight for his partner standing nearby. He’s greeted with flowers and kisses. It reminds you of the time Jungkook had sent you off for Christmas back home last year. Feels like forever ago. 

“Oh well…” you whisper to yourself, desperately looking for other things to think about to distract your thoughts from going back to Jungkook. You wait patiently for boarding to start until someone takes the seat next to yours. 

“Glad I caught you in time.” He plops right down and takes time to catch his breath. 

“Hoseok,” you look around, “what are you doing here?” 

“I called you but you didn’t pick up so I got worried. Then I called Hana and she told me you were leaving so I came straight down.”

“Oh. Why? Did you need something?” You ask, earning a look from him.

“Can I just see you without needing anything?” He laughs. “I came to see how you were doing. I know things haven’t been easy the last week.” 

You’re getting painfully tired of hearing that. The same thing over and over again. You don’t need anyone to remind you that you’re going through a rough time. You’ve been living it. If the subtle eye roll isn’t anything to go by, Hoseok guesses the way you’ve barely responded to him means you’re not up for this conversation anymore.

“I’m guessing others have done the same?” 

You rest your head on the wall behind you and turn to him. “Yup. And I’m over it.”

“Explains why you have your bags packed.” 

“Listen, it’s nothing personal. I can honestly say I’m not fine. I’m not. But there’s really nothing much you or anyone else can do about it. Of course, I’d love it if people stop judging me for breaking things off between Jungkook and I. But people are gonna talk. Nothing I can do about that. They have a right to their opinions I guess.”

The train starts boarding and you get your stuff ready, going over to where the doors are. Hoseok follows behind and stops you before you go any further with a hand on your arm. “I also wanted to apologise.”

“For what?” You swing a carry-on over your shoulder. 

“I feel like this is all my fault? If I hadn’t meddled and got my friend involved, gotten you involved, things wouldn’t have turned out this way, wouldn’t it?” 

You look up at him and wonder the same. Maybe it would have been better to not know. “It doesn’t matter Hoseok. You did what you thought was right. And arguably, it is for the better. Whatever happened between Jungkook and I wasn’t your fault. It just...had to happen.” 

“Yeah. Because of me.” 

“Seriously, don’t beat yourself up over it. Breaking up with him was my choice, as is being part of a gang, his.” 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He smiles. 

You raise your brows. "I don't feel so amazing." 

"I hope you get a good break," he says, ruffling your head, then opens up his arms for a hug. 

You let him hold you tight, staying there for a while longer before pulling away and boarding the train. He gives one last wave to you when you find a seat and goes off just as the conductor blows his whistle. 

𝄖

“Did you see her?” Namjoon asks as soon as Jungkook steps back into the car. 

“Yeah.” Is all he says. 

“Well? What happened?” Jungkook’s vacant expression tells Namjoon absolutely nothing. 

“Nothing.” Jungkook says, making Namjoon’s brows crease. “Someone else was there to send her off.” Jungkook sighs, allowing his head to fall back on the headrest. 

“Who?” 

"Hoseok." Jungkook mutters softly. "They hugged." 

“So you didn’t go up to her? Speak to her?” 

Jungkook shakes his head. 

A whole minute passes before Namjoon speaks again. "You okay?" Jungkook nods but doesn't respond. "Sorry man. I didn't know. She told me she didn’t want anyone to send her off. I thought she’d be alone."

"It's alright." He says. "Thanks for letting me know.”

“No worries.” Namjoon sets the gears into drive. “Would you have gone up to her though? If the other guy wasn’t there?” 

“Probably...maybe. No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “What would I even say anyway? It’s not like she loves me anymore.” 

Namjoon shakes his head and smiles to himself. “Did she say that?” 

“She broke up with me.” 

“She also tried to reach out to you a bunch of times after.” 

Jungkook frowns even though it’s true. “Dude, whose side are you on?”

“Y/N.” He states bluntly. “She’s my friend. You and I...we just work together.” 

“Whatever.” 

Namjoon chuckles. “On the plus side, now you don’t have to worry about Hongjun harassing her. Right?” 

“Yeah.” Jungkook focuses on the scenes passing him by out the window. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that being away from him would put you out of harm’s way. Not when he’s too busy trying to deal with the pain he’s in. But it’s a valid point he now can use to justify the breakup himself. “Great. Problem solved.” 

𝄖

Being in the business for so long, it rarely surprises Jungkook the lengths these people take to get money. In fact, their intricate plans amaze him more than anything because it would take years to formulate one so foolproof that it keeps the business running without consequences. 

But this is nothing like that.

“I don’t wanna get involved in this.” Jungkook says to Suga, throwing the business proposal of the upcoming merge on the table. Being drunk the first time he found out about it had lessened the horror of it all. 

“And you think you have a say in it?” Suga asks. He’s not for it either, but unless they have a better proposal, one that brings in bigger bucks, they’re only pawns in this mess. 

“Suga, this is bad.” Jungkook buries his face in his hands. “All the girls we have working with us are here because they want to be here. Okay maybe they don’t want to be here but because of the lack of structural issues that keep people out of poverty and lack of resources for them to get actual well paying jobs, plus we don’t even have minimum wage⎼”

“What?” 

“What I’m trying to say is, if we take in girls that have been trafficked into the country, do you know how much trouble we could get into? They were trafficked, Suga, trafficked. Stolen from their homes and sold for a profit.” 

“I know what trafficked means.” Suga looks through the proposal and sighs. “I don’t like it either. But Kim thinks he can expand the business with this merger since Barom is providing him with mules to smuggle the drugs in and out of the country. Most of the newer buyers are Barom’s contacts overseas.”

Jungkook slumps in his chair, letting his head fall over the back. “I don’t understand why boss would take such a risk. We’re doing so well already.” 

“Why don’t you ask him that yourself?” 

“Should I?”

“Sure if you wanna die.” 

“Who’s dying?” RM enters the room and sits himself on the chair next to Jungkook. Suga passes him the proposal. They’d gotten it from Kyun and were told to study it before the actual merge. While most of the changes don’t affect them much just yet, they were still very much involved. “Wow. The big merge. Is this Barome guy that big a deal? Seems like he has lots of pull.”

“Maybe that’s why Kim can’t say no.” Jungkook adds. 

“Maybe.” Suga says, “He has been our top client for a while. I’m pretty sure he has clients of his own.” 

“So what’s our cover plan?” RM asks. 

“Hm?” 

“Cover plan? Like if something goes south, what’s the plan? What do we do? Where do we go?” 

Jungkook and Suga exchange looks. “Just...run.” Jungkook says. 

“And if you get caught?”

“Don’t snitch.” Suga chips in. 

“That’s it?” RM shakes his head. “That sucks man. They don’t look out for you?” 

Jungkook and Suga exchange looks. They’ve never really thought about that before. 

𝄖

Everyone’s asleep except for Hoseok. When he hears the front doors open, he shoots up from his bed and waits for Jungkook to come up the steps. At the sight of the older boy hanging outside his room, Jungkook contemplates going back down and out. “Hey.” Hoseok says. 

“Yes?” Jungkook doesn’t look at him. 

“Can we talk?” 

“What about?” Jungkook throws his bag onto his bed and stands by the door, preventing Hoseok from stepping inside. 

“About what happened. With Y/N.” 

“Yeah you’d know about that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook tilts his head, a bitter smile on his face. Rolling his eyes, he turns back and starts unpacking his clothes and going around the room, more of trying to avoid Hoseok rather than doing anything in particular. 

Hoseok frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean? I had nothing to do with it.” 

Jungkook finally takes a seat at his desk, arms folded with an amused look on his face. “You’re saying you had nothing to do with why Y/N broke up with me? I wanna ask you this, did you or did you not constantly talk to her about me being a drug dealer?”

Of course he did. But not in the way Jungkook thinks. It was never to get her to break up with you. It occurs to Hoseok that Jungkook still doesn’t know the extent to which you know about his involvement in his gang. “I didn’t.” He lies. 

“Right.” Jungkook scoffs. “So she just woke up one day and decided she’s not comfortable with me working at a club and then breaks up with me?” 

“You’re the one that let her in the club.” Hoseok says. “You don’t think that maybe she’d discovered the things you were hiding from her?” 

“I don’t think she would break up with me even if she did.” Jungkook glares. “Unless...someone was playing devil’s advocate?” 

“Will you stop blaming me for your problems? Don’t you see that the things that happen are a direct consequence of what you do?” 

“And when will you get off my back?” Jungkook’s voice gets loud. There’s a click from the hallway and footsteps approach the room. Not everyone was asleep after all.

“When you learn not to fuck up your life.” 

Taehyung appears just in time before Jungkook could lay his hands on Hoseok. Pushing Jungkook into his corner, Taehyung stands in between the two of them. "Will you guys give it a rest? It’s late." 

"Your problem is that you think you know everything.” Careful not to hurt Taehyung, Jungkook nudges him to the side. “You think of yourself as some sort of hero that has to come in and save everyone. Your big head and enormous ego can’t for one minute leave things alone. You just can’t take it knowing you’re not as important as you think you are.”

“Stop trying to make this about me.” Hoseok points a finger at him. 

“Why not?” Jungkook raises his brows. “Why can’t we focus on what’s wrong with you this time?”

Hoseok watches him go on in silence. Part of him wants to engage, but he knows Jungkook is acting this way partly because of the breakup. He also wants to believe that whatever Jungkook’s saying isn’t true. Does he really have some sort of white knight syndrome? 

Jimin appears at the door this time, rubbing his eyes behind thick glasses. As some of the other guys had also come out of their rooms to check out the commotion, Jimin sends them back inside to keep tensions from escalating further the more people join in. 

“It’s crazy how you don’t realise that your behaviour is more harmful to others than you think.” Jungkook laughs. “Why can’t you just let me live!” 

“I’m sorry if it seems like I’m playing some sort of hero. I just don’t want to see you make a mistake that you can’t fix. Sometimes you need an objective set of eyes to see what you’re doing wrong.”

“God you still don’t get it.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung and gestures to Hoseok as if to show how unbelievable he is. Taehyung only tilts his head awkwardly when Hoseok questions him through his eyes. Jungkook takes a deep breath. “You don’t have to meddle in other people’s lives. Because you don’t know what they’re going through. Sometimes the best thing you can do for someone is to offer them support for trying their best.” 

“I do that and you hate me for it.” He points out. 

“Yeah because it’s condescending!” Jungkook cries out. “Your ‘support’ only comes when I do something ‘right’ which you think is because of you.” 

“That’s not true Jungkook.” Hoseok tries to step closer but Jimin pulls him back with a hand on his chest. 

“You know what, just leave me alone. I’m tired.” 

Jimin gets Hoseok to leave when he tries to approach Jungkook yet again. He hooks an arm over Hoseok and leads him back to his room. Taehyung makes sure Jungkook is okay before giving the younger one some space as he sits on his bed, head in his hands. 

Jungkook's head spins. As much as that sucked, part of him feels somewhat relieved he managed to get those things off his chest. He lies back on the bed and stares up at the empty ceiling. He wants to cry. He wants to scream. He wants to punch things. Looking at the wallpaper on his phone, still a photo of you and him with your head resting against his chest, his heart starts aching. 

He misses you. 

𝄖

Sitting on the front porch of your home on a cloudy day, you scroll through the photos of your albums. So many of which include Jungkook. The most recent one before the breakup being one of him passed out on your bed, with a book on his chest. He had been studying all afternoon and said he needed a break. Next thing you know the sounds of his snoring takes over your room. 

“Feeling okay?” Your dad comes around with flowers he’d just picked from his garden and hands them to you. You quickly put your phone away. 

You sniff the flowers and set them on the small table next to you. “Thank you.”

Not letting go of the fact that you ignored his question, your dad gives you a small smile as he gets himself comfortable in the other chair. “You know how I used to get some kind of premonition that you were getting yourself into trouble?” 

“Um. Yeah.” 

It was like a disturbance in the force for him every time you did something you weren’t supposed to. He felt it that night you pushed your first kiss into the late despite being miles away. He felt it when you punched someone for bullying your friend in class and got a call to come pick you up five minutes later. His senses have yet to fail him. 

“I didn’t get myself into trouble, if that’s what you’re implying.” 

“Okay...then, are you pregnant?”

“No!” The horrified expression you respond with says it all.

“Just making sure.” He shrugs. “You don’t seem like yourself. Been really quiet since you got back.” 

“Just tired.” You sigh, lying back and closing your eyes. “Tired of city life. Tired of school.” 

“I thought you liked it down there? You made a big fuss about wanting to be independent." You shrink in your seat, remembering how convincing you had to do for him to let you travel for college. "You know why I let you do it?"

"Because I was annoying?" 

"Because I know you can handle it; that you can take care of yourself." He says simply. "You were always so hard headed. Always did what you wanted, even if you did have the tendency to get into trouble. I knew that things wouldn’t have turned out great if I forced you to stay here instead.” 

"Well you're right about the trouble thing. I guess I never outgrew it." 

“You ran into some trouble?” 

“More like trouble found me…” you say, “and you know...I possibly have made choices that led me to said trouble.”

He questions you with a look. “Wanna talk about it?” 

“Dad, I came here to forget about it.” You play with the hem of your shirt. 

“Okay then.” He leaves it at that and you’re thankful. Although, you know he wouldn’t forget it. “You know what, I’m gonna go grab some wine and make you your favourite ham and cheese sandwich. If you’re trying to forget, we have to do things right. Come inside in five minutes.” 

“Love you, old man.” 

𝄖

There’s a knock on the door which Hana finds unusual given this time of the night. You don’t usually get visitors after midnight, so she carefully tiptoes to the door and takes a peek through the peephole. Seconds later she unlocks the door. 

“Hey. Y/N’s not here.” 

“Hi.” Jungkook gives a half-smile like he’s guilty of something. “I know. I’m not here to see her. I just wanted to return these.” 

He shifts the box he’s holding into Hana’s hands and she scans the items inside. All of them yours. “Her stuff?” 

“Yeah she left them at my place. She might need them and I don’t wanna make it awkward for her to have to drop by and get it.” 

“Awkward for her or you?” Hana raises a brow, still smiling. 

Jungkook lets out a breath. “For both of us.” 

Hana gives a sympathetic smile. She gets how Jungkook might be feeling, getting dumped out of nowhere. “I hope you’re doing okay. The sucky feeling will pass, I promise.” 

“Is she...I mean, not that I want her to be but⎼” 

“She’s hurting too.”

Jungkook seems to be more upset knowing you’re hurting as much as he is. It confuses him. “Then why did she break up with me? Do you know?” 

Hana gulps. “Sorry I don’t. She must have her reasons.” 

“Okay.” Jungkook sighs in defeat. “Thanks anyway. Could you maybe keep this conversation between us?” 

“Sure.” 

He nods then backs off, walking away with his head hanging low and hands in his pockets. Hana holds back a groan until the door shuts. Coincidentally you texted her right then to ask if everything is alright. She chuckles unbelievably, “These two will be the death of me I swear.” 

𝄖

Two weeks at home passed by quickly. You tried your best to clear your mind while you were there, staying away from your phone so you wouldn’t end up going through your photo album or instagram archive. You were successful enough, till the last night there when you realise you’d have to face everything again when you get back. 

Your dad comes up from behind you while you stand out on the balcony which overlooks the town, staring up at the night sky. He places a heavy hand on your shoulder and you lean into a hug to his side. “All ready to go?” 

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” 

He rests his cheek against the side of your head. “I’d like to meet whoever’s making you stare out longingly into the night like this.” 

“What are you talking about?” You scoff. “I’ve always loved standing out here. It’s peaceful.” 

“You think I haven’t noticed that young man on your phone screen?” 

“Oh. Nevermind then.” A couple of times where he had walked in on you looking at your screen, you thought your reflexes were quick enough. But apparently not. 

He laughs and ruffles your hair. “You don’t have to hide these things from me, you know? You’re an adult, you can be with whoever you want.” 

“We broke up.” You say immediately after. “I...broke us up.” 

He takes a while to respond, choosing his words carefully. “And you’re regretting it?” 

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “It’s complicated. And trust me, you don’t wanna know half of it.” 

“Can’t expect anything less from you, can I?” He jokes and you punch his middle playfully as he kisses the top of your head. “You know what? If there’s one thing I know about you, as my daughter, and having to deal with your shit for the last two decades or so, is that you always do the right thing no matter how hard it is on you. Even if it gives me immense stress and⎼”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” 

He laughs again and squeezes your cheeks. “I’m just kidding about that last part. But I meant the other stuff. Don’t doubt yourself.” 

“Thanks.” You move in for a full hug. “Hard not to doubt myself when I feel like crap after.” 

“Must be love. If it’s not love, it wouldn’t hurt.” He shrugs. “Either that or you feel like you haven’t done enough and you’re feeling guilty about it.” 

“Hm?”

“Remember in fifth grade when you got the class bully moved to a different class? I wondered why you were upset for days until I found out it was because he was bullying kids in his new class and you were mad you couldn't do anything about it." He says and it unlocks a memory that you had long forgotten. "Maybe...your job isn't done yet. Which is why you don't feel good." 

“So to be clear, you’re telling me to go look for trouble?” 

He shrugs again, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If that makes you happy, yeah.” 

The rest of the night you spend on the balcony, even after he bids you goodnight and tells you to get an early sleep. 

Stepping down from the train, back in the city, you feel a new sense of purpose. Not much different to the one you felt before you left. This confidence doesn’t last long and five steps into your new found personality, you stop and try to think of your next move. 

“Maybe I should get some breakfast.” You take the bus down to the café, surprising Hana on her morning shift. 

She gets you some pastries and a good coffee, noting the difference in your demeanor as soon as you step through the door. “Seems like you got your much needed rest.” She says. 

As the crowd starts to build, you take your leave and head for the apartment. There, you set aside the luggage and head straight for Hana’s room and the drawer by her bedside. The slip of paper with the address you had stolen from Jungkook still rests in there.

Grandeur Loft down at Jong-daero. Apartment number 403.  

𝄖

A month passes and nothing has changed. Jungkook continues to avoid you and you do the same, for now at least. You’ve managed to go back to the ‘normal’ before Jungkook, which is sad when you really think about it. Even Namjoon hasn’t contacted you much and you haven’t been to any more of his classes either. 

You haven’t forgotten about what your dad told you. About your incessant need to do things right. In fact you’ve thought about it a lot over the last month. Which is why you’re back in the dorms, searching for a particular unit that houses Jae. You had called in a favour from Sunhee to find out where he’s staying and it wasn’t particularly hard for her to get. You walk down the familiar halls you once stayed in during freshman year and finally find the one you’re looking for. 

You knock but there’s no answer. Pressing your ear to the door, you hear some shuffling inside. You knock again and this time a slightly frantic voice sounds from behind it. “Who is it?” 

“Hey I’m looking for Jae? It’s Y/N.” 

It opens seconds later with a confused looking Jae standing at the door. The shuffling you heard was him trying to hide his stash when you first knocked. He contemplates asking you in, so you ask first. “Can I come in?” 

“Um, sure.” Jae peeks his head out the hallway before stepping aside. “Why are you here?”

You look around his room. It’s a shared room so he only takes up half of it. Without much difficulty, you manage to spot where had stashed his drugs, part of the small packet with white powder inside sticking out from one of his shoes. He makes a move for it but you’re faster. “Because of this.” You hold up the packet. 

Immediately, he locks the door behind him. “You want some?” Then his eyes widened. “Wait, unless...am I in trouble? In that case those aren’t mine and I don’t know how it got there.”

Folding your arms across your chest, you squint your eyes and watch him sweat and shift uncomfortably under your stare. Until you break character and start laughing. “I’m just messing with you. You’re not in trouble.” 

He heaves out a sigh of relief and gulps down some water. “So what about those?” 

“I know you get your drugs from Jungkook. They’re good quality and I want some.” 

“Why don’t you just get it from him then?”

“We’re not together anymore.” You sigh. “So it’s kinda awkward, you know what I mean?” 

“I guess.” He thinks about it for a while. “I don’t know...Jungkook is kinda particular about his buyers. He keeps a close eye on every batch.” 

"Why?" 

"To keep the circle small." He says. "The bigger the circle, the more people know about him, the more likely someone's gonna run their mouth. We keep it small, we have a rough idea of who’s the snitch if it ever happens.” 

"So...I can't get any without him knowing?" 

"I mean if you really want some I guess I could share my portion of it with you." 

“Would you?” 

“But we can't tell Jungkook about it.” 

“I won’t.” 

You move in for a hug for good measure but he backs off and puts his hands up. “Sorry. Nothing personal. Just that you’re Jungkook’s ex and I...don’t want any trouble.” 

“Right.” You nod, laughing internally. You’re definitely not someone he should be dealing with if he’s looking to avoid trouble. 

“I don’t have enough right now.” He says, grabbing the one packet you’d grabbed earlier. Looking through the rest of the stash he hid under the bed, he does some mental calculation then turns back to you. “You’re gonna have to wait for the next supply.” 

“No problem.” You clap your hands excitedly. “When is that?” 

“Well Jungkook usually deals at parties so probably the next one?” Jae checks the calendar on his phone. “I’ll text you when.” 

Now, you wait. 

𝄖

The day before the party Jae texts you the location. This time it’s at an off-campus mansion hosted by one of the greek houses. You head there without knowing what to expect. A bigger house attracts a lot more people than usual. Jae specifically told you to wait for him outside, by the pool.

But you head inside to look for him instead. No one cares much for you so you move about the house without much difficulty. When Jae spots you among the crowd he rushes over, leaving behind his friends. “What are you doing? I said by the pool.” His eyes frantic, looking around as if worried he’d get into trouble just by talking to you. 

“I was bored.” You yell over the music. “Do you have it?” 

“Not yet. He’s not here.” 

“Okay I’ll hang around inside. Call me when you get it.” He objects but you pretend you don’t hear him over the music, walking away as quickly as possible. He loses you in the crowd and gives up eventually. 

You stay nearby, blending in with the walls with a drink in your hand, observing him. It’s an hour and a half later till he starts moving away from his group of friends and heads up the stairs. From a distance, you catch him with Jungkook on the second level, looking friendly as if they were merely catching up. It takes a while before they move behind a corner, hiding from view. You know that’s when the sale happens. And you move. 

You stroll up the stairs, timing it perfectly. Jungkook’s making his way back down and meets your eyes. Instead of ignoring you like he’s done the last month or so, he stops moving, eyes going wide in surprise. You look away and walk past him. 

Jae on the other hand looks panicked. His eyes keep darting over to where Jungkook stays rooted on the steps, watching you. “What are you doing…” His teeth are clenched. 

“Can I have my share?” You open your palm before him. 

He grabs you instead and shoves you into the nearest room. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What?” 

“We agreed he can’t find out about this!” He hisses down at you. “He’s going to kill me!”

“He’s not going to kill you.” The words you say mean nothing to him. “Here.” You hand him some cash, enough to pay for the packet he promised. 

“Ugh fine,” he’s about to hand you the packet, then stops. “Do you want the whole thing? I kinda…”

“Split it in half then.”

“Damn, that's only 9 grams of coke, why did I agree to this?” His hands move faster than his mouth, making space on the surface of a table.

It’s just then that there’s banging on the door. Jae freezes and the blood drains from his face as the door opens and Jungkook’s eyes dart over to him, the coke, you and back to him. “What’s going on guys?” 

“Uh….” 

“Nothing.” You interject coolly. 

“What are you doing with that?” He slides over to Jae and smiles wickedly. 

“He’s just⎼”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Jungkook glares. 

“Look Jungkook, I was just trying to-" 

You interrupt once again. "Honestly it's really none of your business what he does with his portion." 

Jungkook reaches for the packet and tells Jae to leave. He does so reluctantly, eyes focused on his drugs until Jungkook gives him one last glare that has him scrambling out. 

Jungkook watches you for a while. "What are you doing?"

"Can I have that please?" Palm held out before him, he can't believe what's happening. "I've paid for it." 

"No." 

"Whatever." 

When you walk off, he grabs your arm but you push him away. "Please just tell Jae to bring me my share. I’ll be waiting."

𝄖

Jae asks to meet up with you a few days later. So you wait by the entrance of the dorms. He trots down with a hoodie pulled up over his head but a regretful look on his face. “Hey.” 

The same amount of money you had given him, he now holds in his hands extended to you. “Come on.”

“I’m sorry.” He shrugs. “He won’t let me sell it to you.” 

“Well then do you know who will?” 

“I mean...he’s not the only dealer in town.” he confirms your interest in the way you raise your brows. “You might not get coke because that’s his thing...but you could probably get others from different people. You into weed?” 

“Sure I guess.” 

He grins. “Why don’t you drop by the Omega party this saturday?” 

“Will Jungkook be there?”

“I don’t know.” He tries to understand what’s going on, narrowing his eyes on you. “What’s the deal with the two of you anyway?”

He doesn’t get a reply, only a coy smile which could be deciphered many different ways.

𝄖

“There’s the guy right there.” 

Jae points you in the direction of a guy who looks like he graduated years ago, from the clothes he wears and the five o’ clock shadow on his face. “And he’s just gonna sell me weed? No questions asked?”

“Just look at him. Does he look like he cares about anything?”

“True.” 

Jae leaves you alone in the crowd after you’re clear on who to look for. But before you can move, Sunhee comes up to you, a surprised look on her face to find you here. She drags you in the direction opposite of Mr. weed and you look back in frustration. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I’m only here for him actually.”

“Ew.” Sunhee eyes the older man, “Why? If you want a rebound, I can get you⎼”

“It’s not a rebound.” you roll your eyes and make a smoking gesture.

Sunhee’s mouth opens in understanding then morphs into confusion. “Since when do you smoke weed?” 

“Since right now.” 

She stops you, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Can you even trust him?”

“Come with me and see for yourself then.” Sunhee isn’t given much of a choice when you take off with her arm still around yours. She trots along behind you, carefully watching the guy as you speak to him about something. 

He smiles, scans you top to bottom and signals for you to follow him into one of the rooms in the quieter area of the house. “Wait here.” He tells you before slipping inside for a minute. Sunhee tries to tell you something but you brush her off as he appears once again. “Edibles or joints?” 

“Um...which gets me higher faster?” 

“First-timer?” He leans against the door and gives you a greasy smile. “Why don’t you join me and my friends tonight and I’ll get you started on the best kind. Free if you stay over.” 

Sunhee hides her face behind you to let out a gag. “I’ll just get some joints. Thanks.” 

“Okay.” He opens the door all the way and lets you in. 

Behind you, Sunhee’s tapping your arm incessantly, as if trying to warn you about something but you disregard it as you enter the dark room, with three others inside, rolling the joints, packing edibles and counting cash. The door closes behind you. “How many you need?” 

“I don’t know...one?” 

“One?” The girl rolling joints giggles without looking at you. “Trust me, get like, five.” 

“Five it is then.” 

You wait as your joints get packed nicely. “Twenty.” 

“Twenty dollars?” You study the packet you’re given. 

“That’s my best price.” he leans against a table and eyes you again. “I only give the best prices to the prettiest ladies.” 

“You don’t even know me.” You can’t tell if you’re being scammed. In hindsight you should’ve asked Jae how much they usually go for. Regardless, you’re already here. He accepts the money you hand him, fingers lingering over yours for a few seconds after. 

“We can fix that.” He says, “You free tomorrow?” 

“Dude, you seriously don’t know who that is?” The other guy in the room speaks up after finally tearing his eyes away from the cash and on you. 

With narrowed brows, the older man tears away from the other guy and takes another good look at you. “All I see is a pretty little thing.” You understand why Sunhee was gagging earlier. It takes a lot not to when you’re faced with this. 

“That’s Jungkook’s girlfriend.” The other hisses. He straightens up and frowns. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Ex-girlfriend actually.” 

“Okay, you need to leave right now.” 

He starts pushing you out and you resist. “What? Why? I⎼”

As he opens the door, his hand retracts and he quietens down. It’s only when you look out that you realise Jungkook is standing against the opposite wall, on foot planted on it for support. He nods to the guy in acknowledgement and the guy nods back in respect. “You need to go.” He mutters quietly to you.

“Fine.” 

The door closes the moment you step outside and you’re pretty sure you heard a lock. Without sparing Jungkook another glance, you start down the hallway but don’t get far before he’s catching up with you and eventually dragging you by the hand outside. “Give me that.” He reaches for the joints but you move before he can grab it. 

“They’re mine.” You insist. “Are you stalking me?” 

Jungkook juts out his jaw, stepping closer to you. “What kind of game are you trying to play?” He asks. 

This is the first time since the breakup where you’ve actually gotten to take a good look at his face up close. “I’m not trying to play any games. Especially not with you.” 

“Why are you so angry at me?” He tilts his head. 

“Because you’re stalking me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Jungkook narrows his eyes at you in a mocking manner. “I just happen to go to these parties. Parties that you were never a fan of.” 

“Okay well I’m not here for the party.” You state. “I’m just here for the weed.” 

“You don’t smoke weed.” 

“Maybe if you would let Jae sell me some of that coke I wouldn’t.” 

Jungkook is very obviously taken aback by your comment. More so because you directly addressed the fact that he supplies drugs to Jae; something he’s tried very hard to keep from you. He can’t keep eye contact, out of embarrassment and wondering when it was that you had found out. Had you known from the start? Was that why you and Jae seemed to know each other before?

You feel slightly sorry when he backs off like a hurt puppy. But you maintain your resolve. When it seems like he wouldn’t stop you, you head off and leave him behind at the house. 

𝄖

The next morning Hana knocks on your door gently and peeks inside. You’re still curled up under the covers, finding it hard to get out of bed. Truthfully, you’re feeling bad about what you said to Jungkook last night. You knew you had caught him off-guard. 

“Hey...can we talk?” She moves forward when she sees your little nod. “So...I wanted to ask you how you’re doing? Like, is there anything you want to get off your chest?” 

“Hana, we live together. You know how I’m doing.” You mutter as you get into a sitting position. “Is something wrong?”

“Well, you see.” she has trouble finding the right words. “I’ve heard that you’re…”

“What?” 

“You were buying drugs?” 

“Hana it’s just weed,” you nod over to the package you got last night sitting on your desk, “not like we haven’t smoked weed before.” 

“Fair point.” She notes, “but you never really liked it. And you haven’t since first year. Is something bothering you? Are you still feeling bad about the breakup? I thought you were fine since you look fine and you haven’t said a word about it since sem break so it just seemed like you were over⎼”

“Hana. Hana listen,” you grab her hands, “relax. I’m fine. It’s just...complicated.” 

“Okay.” She nods. “But you were buying cocaine? That’s like...I don’t know? But I’m worried about you.” 

“Wait a minute, how do you know about that?” 

She opens her mouth then closes it, eyes wandering across the room in an effort to avoid yours. “Someone told me.”

“Was that someone...Jungkook?” 

Her silence and skittish smile says it all. “It might have been.” 

Just when she thinks you might start nagging about him, you break out into laughter. “He actually contacted you to snitch on me? Wow.”

“You seem really happy about this.” Her demeanour changes, now putting the spotlight on you. Eyes trained to see right through you. “Was all of that intentional?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Just then your phone rings. She doesn’t get a chance to question you further when you answer the call, stepping aside as you do. 

𝄖

The joints remained untouched on your desk the entire week. Hana had been coming into your room more often, bringing you food or helping you fold your clothes, but you knew it was mostly to check on the joints. Still, you entertain her anyway. 

Sometime after dinner and before bedtime, you sneak out to another party while she’s studying in her room. This time you spot Jungkook before he spots you. And just as you do, Sunhee approaches you again. 

“Do you like...go to every one of these parties?” You ask, wondering how she even has enough clothes to spare. 

She shrugs. “I actually wasn’t even planning to come tonight but⎼ nevermind. What are you doing here though? Buying more drugs?” 

“Damn, if you know it means the entire school knows.” 

She looks offended. “Excuse you. I only know because I was with you that night you bought weed.” 

“Ohhhh, right.” You chuckle only to realise that she had disappeared after you went into the room. “I totally forgot about that.” 

She rolls her eyes as you utter an apology, hugging her while she pushes you off. “So? Am I right? You’re here to find some drugs?” 

“Do you know where I can find them?” 

Of course she does. She spends enough time with this crowd and by now knows who’s who and who to look for. “Second floor. You’d know which room.” 

“Great.” You squeeze her arm. “Thank you.” 

With one last look in Jungkook’s direction just to make sure he’s not following you, you hurry up the stairs and look for the room. Easy. Blue light emits from under the door and you hear multiple voices speaking softly inside. One knock on the door and it opens slowly. A group of them, already high, spread out across the room, enjoying each other’s company. The room is filled with smoke and you’re bombarded with the smell even before you step inside. 

“Hey...you look familiar.” A girl with pink hair says, smoking a joint. 

“Um, maybe ‘cause we go to school together?” 

“Prolly yeah.” She starts giggling and rests her head on the edge of the bed. “Here to join us?”

“Actually I have a favour to ask.” 

It takes a while before any of them respond and you wonder if it’s because they’re high or if they don’t want to. “What’s up?”

𝄖

Jungkook speeds up the stairs as soon as he gets word. You’re doing it again. He can’t understand what’s going on with you. Hana told him you were fine. So why are you acting unlike yourself? 

He skips the knock and opens the door without warning, startling everyone inside. Including you, sitting in the midst of everyone. Surprise is etched on your face. He takes wide strides, grabs a hold of your hand and pulls you away. 

“Hey!” You’re not strong enough to stop or resist this time, forced to go along. 

Out the room and into the empty one next to it, he flings you inside and closes the door behind. You almost fall to the ground but save yourself by holding on to the bed. “What the hell.” You hiss after finding your balance.

“Yeah. What the hell?!” He scowls. 

You move away when he approaches you, moving in a circle like predator and prey. With the lights off, you can only depend on the light from outside coming through the window to guide you but it’s not enough to maneuver your way around without leaving your eyes from him. Eventually your back hits a chest of drawers and he moves forward too quickly, trapping you in between. “What do you want?” You ask, voice as quiet as a mouse. 

“I want to know why you’re doing this.” His voice slightly above a whisper, raspy. You’re mad that it makes your knees weak. “Why are you sourcing out drugs and hanging out with these people?” 

“These people?” You look up at him. “Aren’t you...one of these people?” 

He shifts but it only closes the gap between you. “I don’t like it.” 

“Don’t like what?” 

“You doing drugs.” 

“That’s rich coming from you.” his eyes flicker away. “You deal drugs and you’re telling me you don’t want me to take drugs. Also, what’s it to you? I can do whatever I want.” 

“Why are you acting like I’m the bad guy here?” He asks, palm resting against the drawer to your right. “You broke up with me, remember?” 

“I know what I did, but I’m not talking about that.” You swear you see a tiny smirk forming on his face at your retort. His eyes dart to the necklace he gave you, hanging around your neck. “I’m talking about how you’re butting into my life. You just pulled me out of a fucking room like a child.” 

“It was a room full of people who were high.” He states like it wasn’t obvious already. “I know you. You’re not into all of that.” 

“Maybe you just don’t know me well enough.” 

“Oh, I know you well.” His eyes dart lower over your form and you gulp, trying to keep your resolve. “I know each and every part of you.” 

“Eyes up here, buddy.” It’s not fair how he does things to you. “I know you well, too. You’re a hypocrite.” 

“Excuse me?” It breaks his trance from you.

“You won’t let me take drugs or hang out with those people in the other room because it’s ‘not me’. And yet all this while, have I not been dating a drug dealer? Who hands out drugs at his club where I worked at. Which offers ‘services’ to VIP customers? But now suddenly it’s not my scene⎼”

“I don’t want you to get hooked on it!” He raises his voice. 

“You’re so full of shit.” 

His hands come up to your cheeks. “Watch that fucking mouth.” He breathes hard, looking down at you with eyes that could burn. “You know I hate it when you speak to me like that.” 

Your mouth parts when his comes close to yours, hovering over your lips. Your throat goes dry at the sudden proximity. “I don’t give a fuck about what you⎼”

He kisses you to shut you up. Your eyes remain closed when he pulls away momentarily to gauge your reaction. When you don’t stop him, he does it again, this time your hands cling to his shirt desperately. 

He tastes as sweet as he always had. Hands pull your hips towards his and it’s embarrassing how your knees buckle at the sudden movement. “Not so tough now, are we?” He says against your lips. 

“You're an idiot." 

He swoops you into his hold and carries you to a desk, flipping you over so your back is against his chest. Fingers move down your jeans and your mouth parts when they reach your sensitive spots, back arching, head resting against his shoulder.

Your hand grips his arm tightly, trying to keep yourself from falling over. He removes his hand and you gain momentary sanity before he unbuttons your jeans and pulls it down along with your panties in one go, exposing you. One hand holding you close to his chest while the other rubs over your folds, he whispers into your ear, "Don't think I'm gonna let you off so easily after running that mouth of yours." 

"You're just mad- ah- because I'm right." Your breaths get shallow. 

It doesn’t take much to get you dripping wet. After all, it's been about two months since you've last felt his touch. 

Removing the arm over your chest, he unbuckles his own pants and slips out of them. He pushes against your back, bending you over the desk and aligns himself with your entrance. You wait with as much anticipation as he does, gasping out loud when he finally enters.

"Fuck...fuck-"

Groaning behind you, he doesn’t wait to start pumping in and out at a steady pace as you hold on to the table. Your mind is in a frenzy from the pleasure, you barely remember how to move. He pulls you up and wraps his arms around your middle to keep your back against his chest and thighs together.

"Does that feel good?" He whispers against your ear and you nod, eyes hooded with lust. "Did you miss me?" 

"Y-yes." 

"Say it." 

"I missed you," you blurt out mindlessly and he makes sure you're looking up at him as you speak, "I missed having you inside me. Just like this." 

He lets out a guttural sound hearing your voice, having missed it for so long. Holding on to your waist he continues to slam his hips into yours, not paying any mind to the sounds of his skin slapping against yours. No one downstairs would hear you anyway with the music playing so loud. 

He pushes up your bra and rubs the hardened nipples beneath, then palming your breasts which makes you moan louder. With your head resting against him, he slides a hand back down and rubs your clit in circles, making your knees buckle, almost causing you to fall but he holds on to you tight. 

"Oh my god-" you whisper, "I'm gonna cum." 

He keeps going until he feels your thighs twitching and your body starts to go tense. You yell out as you claim your high, pushing your ass against him to feel each thrust, convulsing under the strong orgasm. He grabs your hair in his hold and starts ramming into you. You cry out at the intensity of it, holding on to the edge of the desk with your fingertips until you hear him groan and heat spreading inside you when he finally comes, finishing off with sloppy thrusts. 

Releasing his grip on you, he lets his body go limp against yours and you fall to the desk with his chest against your back and his cock still throbbing inside you. You don’t move for as long as he stays in place and you could have sworn you felt his lips grazing your shoulder, lightly placing a kiss there.

Once he removes himself from you, you get up slowly, slightly embarrassed over how this started and ended. You rush over to the attached bathroom and clean yourself up, taking the time to splash some cold water over your face and look in the mirror asking yourself what you’ve done. When you step back into the room, he’s still there waiting for you. 

“Hey Jungkook, listen I⎼”

“I’ll leave first so people won’t see us together.” He starts for the door, making you confused. 

“Wait, what?” 

“Sorry about being a dick.” He says, one hand already on the doorknob, eyes downcast. “I guess you’re right. I’m not your boyfriend. I’m a hypocrite. You can do whatever you want, I won’t disturb you anymore.” 

“What?” You walk over. “We just had sex. We should talk about it.” 

Jungkook sighs. “Sorry. Like I said, I won’t disturb you anymore.” 

“Ju⎼”

He leaves you. Alone and confused in a random room of a random mansion you’re not familiar with. You try to wrap your head around what just happened and why. Ten minutes later, you exit the room. Instead of leaving like you meant to, you head back into the first room where the pink-haired girl welcomes you once again. This time you take up her offer. 

𝄖

You don’t make it home till the next morning, stumbling into the apartment just as Hana is getting ready to leave. You’re on your knees at the door where you finally manage to slot your key in, then push the door open. 

“What the hell…” Hana comes to your side, helping you up. “Oh my god, are you drunk?” 

“Nope.” You manage to walk on your own, despite it not being in a straight line. There’s a smile on your face and you even twirl on the way to your room. 

“Where have you been?” Hana comes with. “You weren’t in your room so I thought you’d left for classes early.” 

“I went on a trip.” You fall back onto the bed with a bounce, cuddling a pillow.

“A trip?” She notes the smell on you then eyes the unopened package of joints still sitting on your desk. “Are you high?” 

You side eye her and then look up at the ceiling which seems to be moving. “Possibly.” 

“What happened?” She asks softly, pushing away the hair covering your face. You seem to go back to your senses and think about it for a minute. 

“He left me.” You say dismally. Now the room spins in a way you don’t like so you shut your eyes close. “I was all alone.” 

Hana joins you on the bed but the movement makes you sit up suddenly, hand over your mouth. You gag and she panics, hurriedly making a grab for the trashcan just in time for you to spill your guts out into it. 

𝄖

The rest of the week goes by without any more drugs. Feeling horrible for putting Hana through that, you made sure to keep yourself busy and occupied enough to forget about Jungkook and that night. She skipped school to take care of you that morning and to make sure you didn’t fall sick. The next day you were feeling fine again but she kept a close eye on you from a distance. 

Somehow in the state you were in, you had told her what happened. You don’t remember doing so though. She wasn’t meant to know because you don’t want her to worry. Which is why you tried your best not to have a repeat of that night. But it’s proven to be difficult when you’re constantly reminded of it every time you see Jungkook on campus. 

“Jungkook, this is bad. I don’t know where she is.” Hana freaks out in front of him. 

She called him when you didn’t get home after six. You had nowhere to be, or at least it’s not anywhere you’d told her you’d be. 

“Calm down.” Jungkook tries to calm her. She’s been pacing back and forth along the pavement of your building for half an hour. Namjoon waits by the side of the car, watching the two of them. He’s worried about you too. “I’m sure she’s fine.” 

“She came home high last week.” 

“She did?” Jungkook then remembers what he’d said. That he wouldn’t interfere with you. He shouldn’t be as mad as he is that you actually got high. “Maybe she’s with the same group of people that she got high with the last time.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Hana heats up. 

“I mean. There’s really nothing I can do about it.” Jungkook says. “She said it herself, it’s her life. And I shouldn’t butt in.” 

“How can you say that?” Jungkook takes a step back when Hana shoots daggers at him. “Don’t you love her?” 

“Of course I do but⎼”

“Then why did you leave her that night?” 

His mouth parts and he gulps. “She told you?” Hana nods, anger all over her face. “I just⎼ I don’t know. We were broken up and she did tell me to my face that what she does is none of my concern anymore.” 

“Okay.” She holds out her palms and takes a deep breath. “But do you really want to see her go down this path?” 

Of course he doesn’t. He whips out his phone and starts texting people while Hana tries to get a glimpse of his screen. “I’ve sent a text to a couple of people and asked around. Hopefully someone’s seen her today.” 

It’s almost dark out so there aren’t many places where you could be. Namjoon tries to text you himself, but the text doesn’t get seen. 

“I’ve been to the dorms.” Hana says. “She’s not there, never was. I checked with the security.” 

“Okay, why don’t you leave this to me.” Jungkook suggests, guiding her back into the building. “You stay home in case she comes back. I’ll go check the place where we were last time.”

Hana agrees reluctantly, leaving Jungkook and Namjoon to go look for you. It’s a quiet drive but the air inside is heavy. Namjoon looks at Jungkook from the corner of his eyes, trying to read his expression. 

“Just say what you wanna say.” Jungkook keeps his cool as he drives. Getting worked up isn’t gonna help him find you any sooner. “Stop giving me that look.” 

“Did you really leave after having sex with her?” 

“I didn’t⎼” Jungkook groans. “It’s not like that. I wasn’t using her or anything.”

“So?”

They arrive in front of the house. “When we were...you know, in the moments after I thought about how much I love her and would do anything to protect her. I thought if we made up after that, I’d be putting her in harm’s way again by being with me. Especially now with the merge.” 

“But what about keeping her away from drugs?” Namjoon asks. 

“I know I know.” Jungkook hits his head against the headrest. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I panicked and bolted.” 

They soon arrive and Jungkook parts right in front of the mansion. Empty compared to last week. Which means it won’t be difficult to find you. 

“Alright man.” Namjoon pats his shoulder and starts unbuckling the seatbelt. “Let’s talk about this later and see if she’s here.” 

Namjoon knocks on the door but no one answers. Jungkook bangs on it next and Namjoon had to stop him from almost kicking it down. Someone opens it seconds later, eyes wide at the unexpected guests. He stands by the door with no intention to let them in but one step forward from Jungkook and he’s talking three steps back, opening the door all the way. 

“Is she here?” 

“Who?” 

Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Have you seen a girl you’ve never seen before, go through those doors earlier?” 

“Um…” He swallows. “Upstairs.” 

The two men head up the stairs together and it’s like deja vu for Jungkook, opening the door to find you there in the midst of the others. But this time, you’re sitting on a chair, spinning as you look up at the ceiling, amused by the glow-in-the-dark stars. You don’t even notice their presence until Namjoon calls out for you. 

You wait for the chair to slowly come to a stop on its own. “Joonie.” 

Namjoon raises his brow in question and Jungkook can barely look at you in this state so he steps outside. “Yup it’s me, Joonie. Wanna go for a drive?” 

“No! I wanna stay with friends and watch the stars turn.” 

Everyone else in the room is too high to care about the intrusion. “Relax dude. She’s having fun here.” 

“How about you keep your mouth shut and I won’t make life difficult for you?” 

He raises his hands in defense but laughs after. Jungkook moves past Namjoon this time and takes matters into his own hands. He puts one arm under your legs and the other supports your back as he carries you out. “Hey!” You object and weakly punch him on the chest.

After a while you get distracted by the lights on the ceiling passing you by as he goes. Then you see the dark sky. But no stars this time and you pout. As Jungkook seats you in the backseat, your eyes finally land on him and you go quiet. “You look like him.” 

He doesn’t speak, not even as you say his name. 

𝄖

Everything is spinning when you open your eyes. It takes a few tries before your eyes get used to the bright light. Whatever you’re sleeping on feels good though, like a million fluffy pillows around you, keeping you soft and cool. You don’t even think to question where you’re at. Not until you realise you’re not alone.

You turn on your other side and Jungkook lies asleep just inches away, mouth parted as he snores lightly. Your head still hurts, but you decide to stay on this side and watch him. 

You’re in a t-shirt that’s not yours while he’s shirtless. But you can’t remember what happened last night. It was all a blank. Did you two….again? You couldn’t have. You shamelessly scoot closer, closing the inches in between so that you’re almost touching him. You gently let your head rest against his chest but regret it immediately as he stirs right after, as if he felt a disturbance. 

You sit up instead and watch him stretch and finally get up. He looks at you through sleepy eyes. “You’re up.” He says in his morning voice. 

He doesn’t kiss you good morning like he used to. But of course, why would he? You’re no longer together. That doesn’t stop you from wishing he would.

“Did we…” you stop short of completing the sentence and eyes dart to his body. 

“Oh. No.” is all he says. “You didn’t want to be alone. You were crying and insisted I sleep on the same bed. And wanted my shirt.” 

“I did?” 

“You probably just had a bad trip.” 

He gets up without another glance your way. While he washes off in the shower, you explore the new place you’re in. An expensive-looking apartment you’d never step foot in before. Everything looks brand new, clean and expensive. Top to bottom windows making sure the place gets enough natural light. 

You take a step towards it to take in the view. Amazing. Looking down at the street below you realise it looks familiar. Something clicks in your head and you aim for the front door, opening it to look at the golden number plates at the top. “Apartment 403.”

Grandeur Loft down at Jong-daero. Apartment number 403. 

The address on the note. You’re standing in that same apartment. So this is it. But what’s so special about this place? Nothing seemed off. The only thing you found weird is that it lacks any personal touches, like photos or random decorative items that would tell you what kind of person the occupant is. None of that, making it look bare. Like a hotel room instead. Perhaps you had been mistaken and this place meant nothing at all. 

“Why don’t you freshen up?” 

His voice startles you out of your thoughts and you spin a little too quickly, making your head throb. He almost steps forward to hold you but you hold up a hand to signal that you’re fine. 

“Hana was really worried about you last night. I’ll send you home straight after this.” 

“Oh okay.” You go off quietly, feeling a little dejected with the way he doesn’t even look at you for more than a few seconds. 

You wear back the same clothes you had on last night and unfortunately the lingering smell brings back some memories of flashing lights and moving stars. Which does nothing to soothe your already throbbing head. You decline when he offers you food or drinks, afraid that whatever goes in might come back out. The ride down the elevator is long and quiet. As is the ride home. 

“Sorry Hana made you look for me last night.” You finally muster up the courage to say while he drives. 

“She didn’t make me.” Jungkook states. “I wanted to.” 

You look at him for a good second. “Thanks.” 

The silence is suffocating and you think you’re still feeling a little dizzy from whatever you took last night. You wonder if he’d let you turn on the radio. 

“I’m sorry I left you that night.” He says. “It was fucked up.” 

You weren’t expecting him to outright address it. But it does make you feel better knowing he regrets it. “It’s alright. I probably would’ve left me too. I said some mean things to you.” 

“Did you take the drugs because of me? Because I left?” 

“I didn’t mean to. It just kind of happened.” You say looking down. “I wanted to not feel sad that night.” 

It gets quiet again in the car but not so much in Jungkook’s head. “Could you please not do it again?” You’re hoping he’d say he cares for you again. He clears his throat and adjusts his seating. “Hana was really worried since you left without a word and all.” 

“Oh.” Was Hana the only one worried? He probably meant it when he said he won’t interfere anymore. Despite saying he wanted to look for you, you know it was Hana’s doing. You’d seen the texts from last night. "Were you? Worried, I mean."

"Does it matter?" He furrows his brows, eyes glancing to you in between the rear view mirror and the road before him. "Why are you asking? Are you doing this on purpose to get my attention?" 

"Is that what you think I’m doing?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

You don’t say another word till you reach the front of the apartment. "If I wanted your attention all I'd have to do is bat my eyelashes and yell at you, then apparently you'd find it in you somewhere to finally look at me and maybe have your way with me, then leave like nothing happened." 

"Isn't that what you did the other night?" 

"You know what-" you shove him roughly and he looks at you with his mouth parted. "Fuck you." You land a punch but your bark is louder than your bite when the punch that lands barely has any impact. 

"Fuck!" You punch him again. "You!"

"You done?" 

"No! I'm not getting out of this car!" 

He turns off the engine. "So you hate me but you want to be stuck in an enclosed space with me." 

"Were you worried about me or not?" You ask again, arms crossed, brows furrowed like a child throwing a tantrum. 

"Of course I was." He says and you calm down, features softening. You direct your eyes to him cautiously. "I don’t want you to get in trouble. Or get sick. Or hurt.” 

“Don’t you see?” You speak softly after a while. “I feel the same way about you.”

“You do?” 

You choose your next words carefully. This might be the only chance you have of getting your point across. If he takes it the wrong way, you might lose him forever. “It’s the same feeling I get with you. When you go off to work.” 

He frowns, shakes his head to take it all in. Eyes focused on a random spot of the car, he licks his bottom lip and bites it. “Wait a minute,” he holds up a finger, “that’s what this is about?” 

“That I care about you, yes.” 

“It sounds to me like you’re just trying to get me to not do my job.” He scoffs. “Come on Y/N, don’t turn into another Hoseok. He doesn’t actually know what he’s talking about. It’s not as bad as he makes it out to be.” 

“Oh yeah? Then why do you stop me every time I brought it up while we were dating?” He goes quiet. “You’ve kept it from me since the start. I know you were protecting me, just like you were trying to protect me when you thought I was turning to drugs. I know everything, Jungkook.” 

“You don’t know everything.” 

“I do!” You swallow down the acid bubbling up your throat. “I know it all. You’re part of a gang that supplies drugs to people in this town, this city. You supply them to the kids at our school.” 

“Y/N⎼” 

“The club is a front for you to solicit sex workers!” Tears start to stream down your cheeks. “Don’t you think I noticed you guys were reporting an unusual amount of money in your finances?! The only logical explanation for that large amount of money would be using the club as a front for money laundering as well! I know, Jungkook. Even though you tried to hide it from me⎼”

“Yeah for good reason.” He raises his voice and the sound echoing in the car makes you dizzy. “Look at how you’re acting right now! So it’s true, this is the reason why you broke up with me. Why can’t you just accept the fact that this is who I am?!” 

“I do!” You’re full on sobbing now, desperately wiping away the tears that continue to fall. “I wouldn’t have continued to be with you if I didn’t!” 

Jungkook looks away, leaning on his hand which rests next to the window, massaging his temples with his thumb and index finger. He can’t accept anything you’re saying right now. He wants some peace. Some peace and quiet to wrap his head around how you’ve known all that he’s involved in this whole time. When did you first find out? Why didn’t you say anything? 

Your sobs slowly die down to sniffs and little hiccups. He forces himself not to give in and let you bury your face into his chest. You’re crying because of him. Hurting because of him. 

“I only did this to prove a point.” You say, voice rough from all the yelling. “I know that you can do better. You don’t have to keep living a life of crime.” 

“A life of crime?” He mutters to himself but loud enough for you to hear. “What the hell is that? Are you narrating a documentary or something?” 

“I’m serious.” You reach over the console and place your cold hands on his arm. They’re trembling slightly. “I love you and I can’t sit back and watch you ruin your life.” 

He pulls his arm away and shuts his eyes. Maybe if he believes hard enough, this whole fight isn’t happening. He’d wake up in his bed and all of this was just a nightmare. But your voice breaks his focus. 

“Jungkook…”

“You don’t know everything okay?” He spits out. “It’s not like I can send in a resignation letter to announce my departure. Years of hard work, loyalty, service.”

“Jungkook⎼”

“No listen,” you press your hand to your chest and hold back several gags, “we have a bond. Suga and I...and everyone else⎼”

“Jungkook!”

“What?!” 

In the next moments your hands have never moved faster, unlocking the door and pushing it open just in time for you to lean your head out and throw up all over the side of the car. Jungkook’s eyes go wide. “Oh shit.” He helps you unbuckle the seatbelt and rubs a soothing hand over your back. 

Once you’ve stopped vomiting he leaves the driver’s side, grabs a bottled water form one of the compartments and walks over to your side of the door. Careful to avoid the gastric liquid you excreted, he pours some water onto his palm and helps to clean up your mouth. 

You sit there embarrassed at the way he’s taking care of you. He uses the rest of the water to wash off the vomit from the road into the drain. Then he helps you get out of the car carefully, holding on to your hand. Thankfully he does, as you see starts as soon as you stand on your feet and almost drops to the ground right there.

He carries you with an arm under your knees and another supporting your back. “It’s because you didn’t have anything to eat.” He says softly as he brings you up to your place, using his foot to knock on the door. You lie there quietly, unable to look at him much less say anything. 

When Hana opens the door, she almost goes into a frenzy until Jungkook shakes his head to stop her. He carries you right to the bathroom, making sure you can stand on your feet so you can wash your face and brush the acid out your mouth. He leaves you to it and you hear him talking to Hana though you can’t make it out. 

You hope he’d be there when you come back out. But just as you step into the living room, you see the front door close and Hana’s busying herself in the kitchen, preparing something for you. You approach her carefully and only when you come close does she look at you, eyes filled with anger at first but they soften as they see the look of anguish on your face. 

You crash into her and start crying all over again and she doesn’t stop you, a warm comforting hand brushing over your head. 

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server collab || ii

Server Collab from the Haikyuu HQ server with the prompt: “Guess I‘ll just have to cum inside you.“

The masterlist for the whole collab is here!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: slight SPOILER (it‘s really really small), smut obviously, little bit of public stuff if you count it as such, slight breeding kink, wedding sex, lot‘s of fluff

Word count: 3292

“I still remember when Iwa-chan told me, how he embarrassed himself in front of a cute girl and hoped he would never see her again to not relive the existential dread he felt at that moment. And then he told me he met her again and she laughed over the mishap and they were going to get coffee next week.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“I am so sorry.” His face was red, head bowed down in embarrassment, but you could still see it at the tip of his ears.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t like you were a stalker or something.” You were giggling a bit at the state he was in. “On top of that it is kinda my fault, I should’ve closed the curtains or something.” He slowly raised himself again, face still scrunched up in discomfort. He really looked like he was in horrendous pain and it was kinda your fault. “Please don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ll treat you to coffee, to make you feel better, when are you free?”

Maybe the fact that he was a looker made you act a bit more open towards him than usual, but you genuinely felt bad for him. He was obviously beating himself up over that accident a couple of days ago.

You had realised fast that you could look from your window right into the room on the other side of the street, which was why you invested in curtains pretty early. But apparently, you had forgotten to close them this time, so when you turned around shirtless and made eye contact with a man, you were both equally surprised. He looked mortified and you couldn’t even blink when he suddenly dropped to the floor, now hidden from your wide eyes.

Your body reacted, even though he probably couldn’t see you anymore, shielding your breasts with one arm, the other hastily closing the curtains. After the initial shock wore off you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Why did he just drop to the floor? He could’ve turned around or something.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

Next to you, Hajime buried his face in his hands, but the large grin that had adorned his face for the whole evening was still there. Tooru waited a bit until the laughter calmed down until he continued.

“When I came back from Argentina for a visit she was already his girlfriend of five months. And when I saw Iwa-chan I knew that she would probably stick around for longer. You know, Iwa-chan is a very violent person-“ “Only towards shitty people!” You knew he couldn’t have let that jab just go by, but Tooru professionally ignored him.

“but with her, he was very soft, always touching her in some way. Sometimes touching too much. Don’t think we forgot the trip to the cabin!” He scoldingly wiggled his finger towards you, accompanied by Makki’s and Mattsun’s affirming but still scandalised shouts.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“We gotta be quick, Haji.” His lips were hot on your collarbones, fingers already dipping under your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head. “I know, they will wonder where we are.”

You had excused yourself for a second from the movie the others had put on. It was the first time this day where there weren’t two other people in the room with you, everybody being huddled in the living room of the small cabin where you resided for the weekend. With two bedrooms shared between the six of you and one big room that functioned as kitchen, living and dining room, there was never space for some alone time, which you were desperate to have after your boyfriend strutted around you shirtless the whole day. It should be illegal for someone as fine as he was to do such things.

Foreplay had to be postponed for the next time, you had little time until the others would grow suspicious. “No need, I can take you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your entrance, desperate to just feel his cock in you. He chuckled at your eagerness, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock sprung free, already hard and leaking. Apparently, you weren’t the only sexually frustrated one.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when he buried himself in you with one stroke.

“Quiet, baby.” His lips found yours stifling your small moans as he began moving his hips.

Breathless gasped and small moans soon filled the room, occasionally accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, when Hajime couldn’t stop his hips before they met yours. “I’m close,” you whimpered as he began rubbing your clit and he shot you a breathless smile and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “Bite something when you come,” he said quietly, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic.

“Disgusting!” Loud banging on the door interrupted you and Hajime let out a string of curses. “If you already know then don’t go interrupting, Shittykawa!” Not having to hide anymore his hips finally snapped into yours, using the full capacity of his strength to make you moan against his shoulder.

Unfortunately, the orgasm you experienced didn’t lessen the embarrassment when you faced the others again.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

It was your turn to hang your head in shame, trying not to meet your parents’ eyes, who were seated next to you. Or worse, Hajime’s parents.

Tooru chuckled at your misery, before continuing.

“To be honest, I wasn’t that surprised when Iwa-chan called me and told me he would send me pictures of rings and I should help him decide. He obviously forgot timezones since it was 2am for me and I first thought somebody had died, but after promising to make me best man I obviously forgave him.” The guests laughed again and Tooru took a well-rehearsed break.

“I don’t think I have seen Iwa-chan as nervous as when he was rehearsing his proposal through me via Skype. I told him it was good, even though he was a stammering mess. But the thing about those two over there is that they calm each other down. So I knew, when the moment would come, everything would go swimmingly. I saw the way they looked at each other, there was no way she would say no.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“What are you planning?” You were chuckling, when Hajime lead you through the small house on the outskirts of Tokyo you two had purchased together when it was safe that he was staying in Japan with his work. “Let me surprise you, woman, and stop asking.” You could hear the amusement in his voice and it made your heart bloom. After all these years together he still made you feel like you were going on your first date. And he probably always would.

“Small step, be careful.”

You felt the ground changing from the hardwood floor to a rougher and colder one, showing you that you were now outside on the small terrace. You didn’t have to wonder for long, what he was planning when he carefully pulled the blindfold off your face. The first thing you saw was him.

But it was enough. He was smiling at you, his eyes radiating love. You couldn’t help but snaking your arms around his neck, to press a kiss to his lips. “You look so handsome. I love you.”

Hajime in a suit was something you had the pleasure of seeing a couple of times, but it still caught you off guard how someone could look this good.

“You haven’t even looked around, idiot,” He chuckled but still laid his arms around you to tug you towards him to kiss you again. After that he still forced you to turn around, to take a look at what he conjured in the last couple of hours.

The small garden you had behind your house was completely transformed, fairy lights making the faint evening glow even more magical.

“It’s beautiful.” The words were soft, Hajime wouldn’t have heard them if he wasn’t standing this close to you. “All for you, baby. I love you. I just thought, maybe we could sit on the blanket, maybe drink a bit of wine and just talk, you know?” His voice was laced with nervousness, even if he wasn’t even sure why. He knew you would like what he did. He went through your Pinterest boards and they were loaded with fairy lights, clinking classes, kisses shared under the faint glow. “That sounds perfect. What’s the occasion? I haven’t forgotten anything, right?” He laughed out loud at your nervousness. “No, babe, you haven’t. I just wanted to do something for you.”

His smile was so pure, filled with raw emotion, you had to kiss him again, putting as much passion as possible into the kiss. “Thank you, Hajime. I love you so much. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Your eyes were a bit wetter than usual and you hastily blinked the tears away, smiling at your boyfriend, ready to have a magical evening.

He really had everything prepared. Next to the blanket, a small cooler with a bottle of rosé laid, together with two glasses for you. His phone played soft instrumental music in the background, as you settled yourself against his chest, occasionally sipping at your wine, reminiscing about the past years, wishing for the future ones.

“Hey, move for a second, my leg’s fallen asleep.” A small tug of his leg under you made you sit up, while he fixed his posture, both of you now sitting upright in front of each other.

“Sorry, about that. Do you want to stand up for a bit to move it?” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he tugged you back down when you already wanted to stand up.

A shaky breath escaped him. So this was it. “Y/N, baby, I love you. So much, you can’t even imagine. You’ve been with me for the past couple of years and I honestly can’t wait for the future, if you’re by my side.” He paused for a second, hand slipping into his pocket. “Hajime.” Tears were already welling up in your eyes before he even managed to pull the ring out of his pocket, that he and Tooru had chosen so diligently a couple months prior.

“Will you marry me?”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Those two, right there, are a great couple if I’ve ever seen one. I actually can’t imagine a better partner for my Iwa-chan. Hajime. I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve been growing up alongside you and, dare I say, we’ve both become pretty great.” Tooru chuckled a bit, but everyone could hear his voice wavering, as his eyes were fixated on his best friend.

“I can’t express how happy I am, to still have you in my life, to now seeing you maturing into this great man who is inspiring others in everything he does. Seeing you enter this new part of your life, with this great woman in my life warms my heart. And you deserve nothing less. A toast to you. A toast to your future, Mr. and Mrs. Iwaizumi.” He raised his glass to you, a big smile on his face.

If he weren’t sitting right across from you, you would’ve missed the small tears rolling down his face. The guests around you all raised their glasses to towards you, everyone touched by Tooru’s speech.

But nobody came close to Hajime, who was clenching your hand in his’ tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, before he strode over to his friend, tightly embracing him.

You couldn’t hear what words were exchanged as tears fell and people smiled at the pair. Every guest at your wedding knew about Hajime and Tooru. The best friends, the best partners, who have been with each other since they were about five years old. Who only see each other every couple of months, partners technically becoming rivals.

When your husband came back to you his eyes were puffy, some tears still escaping, but the happiest smile on his face. Tooru hugged you too, wishing you good luck for your future, making a small joke about becoming an uncle again and telling you, once again, to take care of his best friend, his brother.

“I’m so happy to be your wife.” Hajime kissed you at your words but you still knew that he was equally as happy as you were. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily now,” you joked, relishing in the laughter that escaped him.

“As if I would ever want that. I’m going to put some kids in you as soon as possible. And then we have a little family. Maybe even a big family. Whatever you want.” He kissed you again and you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of him with kids in your head. More importantly, your kids. “About that.” You leaned into his side, grateful for the minutes you had at the edge of the room. “I’ve been thinking, maybe stopping my birth control? I mean we don’t have to start trying and stuff, but we’re married now and we’ve been together for a while, and we talked about it already, and-“ You were cut off with a passionate kiss, Hajime even dipping you slightly as he practically devoured you.

“Do you mean that? Do you really mean that?” You could only nod, a wide grin on your lips as you cupped his face in your hands to bring his mouth to yours again. “Fuck, I love you. I can’t wait to fuck you today.” Heat shot through your stomach at his words and his kisses did nothing to soothe it.

“Hajime.” You really didn’t intend for his name to sound like such a whimper. But when he growled against your lips you knew you were done for. “The bridal room. Where I got ready. Let’s go.”

You felt like a schoolgirl sneaking around again, when you were rushing through the halls of the venue, hand in hand with your new husband, giggling around, until you finally closed the door behind you, being pressed against the same one in an instant, a breathless Hajime resting his forehead against yours.

You were whispering ’I love you’s to each other for the probably thousandths time this day, but it wasn’t like you were growing tired of it anytime soon. “You gotta be careful about the dress, I don’t wanna have cum stains somewhere,” you reminded him as he was flicking up your skirt, already sinking to his knees.

“Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” You giggled in excitement at his statement, soon leading into a moan, when he buried his face between your lower lips, thong pulled to the side, his tongue expertly doing all the things he found out about you the years before.

“Fuck, Hajime.” Your fingers thread themselves in his hair, tugging him closer.

He took one of your legs in his hand, tugging it over his shoulder and digging even deeper between your legs, using the fingers of his other hand as well, to insert two of them into your dripping cunt. “Haji, I’m coming,” you whimpered, clamping onto him.

“Wait for my cock.” The years of never neglected training came in handy, when he stood up, with you in his arms, to seat you on the small table, that was probably just in the room for decorating purposes. You shrieked a bit at how fast everything was happening, but you kind of agreed with him.

The first time you should come as husband and wife should be with him deep inside you.

He dropped his suit pants to his ankles and you could feel yourself clench with excitement. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, please, Haji.” You pulled him towards you again to connect your lips, moaning into his mouth when he rubbed his dick up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

It’s weird to explain what you felt the moment he pushed himself inside you. You had sex lots of times. But in that moment you felt more complete than you ever did.

You stayed like that for a couple of seconds, connected in the most intimate way possible, before his hips snapped back and into you again, eliciting a moan of both of you.

“Honestly, fucking you in your wedding dress is hot as fuck.” He laughed breathlessly, kissing you again, all while not halting his thrusts.

“Think about me pregnant with your kids,” you purred in his ear and squeaked in delight when his next thrust was harder than before.

“Don’t get me started. You’re going to look so good pregnant. All round and cozy.” His speed grew more erratic and you knew he would come soon.

“Fuck, we gonna start soon, right?” Your fingers clenched in his shirt, pushing him closer to you, chasing your own high.

“We’re starting right now, baby.” He kissed you again, hand moving down to rub your clit again, chuckling at the little whimpers you let out.

“Haji-“ You didn’t need to say more, he already knew, what you wanted to tell him.

“Go on, baby.” You kissed again, moans mixing in your mouths, as his tongue caressed yours, the slight taste of your juices still left on them. Every time his cock hit that one part you had to suppress a small scream, only slightly moaning in your husband's mouth.

“Can’t wait for tonight. Gonna fill you- ah- up again and again. And then you can be as loud as you want. Fuck. Gonna take my time with you.”

The filth he muttered against your lips only made you clench down harder onto his cock, feeling your high approaching rapidly. It was him coming, his cum spurting into you, which finally sent you over the edge, legs wrapping around him, bringing him even closer to your body, completely engulfing him, dead set on never letting him go.

Heavy breathing filled the room, as you both came down from your high. Small kisses were being exchanged, I love you’s were mumbled. But it was still perfect.

“I’m already anticipating tonight,” you mumbled, slightly exhausted due to moaning so much, making him chuckle, while his hands calmingly rubbed up and down your sides.

When he pulled out of you, you moaned again at the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of you.

“This looks so good. You look so good.” Hajime’s eyes were focused on the spot between your legs, fingers twitching to push it back inside.

“Don’t let it go on the dress!” You shrieked, chuckling at the way he darted to get a paper towel, carefully wiping you down.

“You alright, baby?” He helped you down from the table after pushing your thong back in place and fixing up his suit pants.

“Yeah. I love you. You made me the happiest woman alive, today, you know that?” The smile he threw your way at your words made your heart bloom. You were so in love with this man.

“Now, brace yourself for the comments.” You intertwined your fingers again, going back down the hallways to rejoin your guests at your reception. “You think somebody noticed something?” Your hands grew sweaty at the thought. Hopefully, nobody suspected a thing. Especially not his parents. Or worse, the grandparents!

“Tooru will have noticed for sure. You know how he is. If we’re lucky he hasn’t told Makki or Mattsun.” Hajime seemed way to relaxed at the thought, only shrugging his shoulders, ditching your hand to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side.

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you could feel he was smiling.

“I love you, too.”

No matter what was going to happen once you got back, this was still the best day of your life.

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— their wedding day with you.

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-  you and your fiancé, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach. 

- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?

-        The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so… the beach wedding it is.

-        (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

-        coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.

-        mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.

-        The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsuki’s.

-        kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.

- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you.  

- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.

- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.

- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.

- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.

- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of “can’t take my eyes off of you” 

-        bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.

- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasn’t one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.

- “you’re just too good to be true...  Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~”

-        shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasn’t able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.

-        to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.

-        he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since you’ve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time… and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.

-        the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.

-        you’re dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, you’re wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.

-        whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.

-        As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.

- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face. 

-        All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.

-        A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

-        He’s just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.

- “wise men say... only fools rush in... but I can’t help falling in love with you...”

-        You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.

-        You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.

- midway through your vows, shoto couldn’t take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along.  you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.

- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.

-        “And they lived happily ever after.”

- you and izuku  just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding. 

- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.

- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding. 

- there wasn’t a particular theme per se. both you and izu weren’t really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.

-  string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.

- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldn’t miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 hero’s big day.

- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a  white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo. 

- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie. 

- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.

-  izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows he’s going to break soon.

- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside. 

- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow. 

- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted “parent” jokes. 

- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.

- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.

-  “when the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~”

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Amoreena | Chapter two

Chapter Two

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers

word count: 6k

a/n: this is set May 2021 in my brain just in case anyone was wondering while reading it !! here is the pinterest board and the spotify playlist for the fic too!

from the beginning <3

They were sitting on the steps of the Smithsonian when he arrived. Y/N was a vision in a yellow blouse and blue jeans, basking in the sun's rays when she looked more like sunshine herself, throwing seed at the birds with Amoreena.

He took a deep breath and smiled, waving to get their attention.

“Spencer!” Amoreena cheered, running down the steps and into his arms. Almost knocking her hat off as she leapt into his arms.

“Oof,” is all he can say as he makes sure to catch her, surprised to get this sort of reaction from someone.

She fixes her hat and leans back in his arms, “do you like my outfit? I’m the old man from Tarzan and mom is Jane!”

He sets her down then, watching her stick a foot out so he can get a good look at her olive-coloured jean shorts, button-up shirt and blue bowtie and brown boots. She went all out for her adventure today, making his heart burst.

“I looked into that Milo guy,” he says, showing off his own outfit. Pushing his glasses up and adjusting his red bowtie.

“You look just like him!!!” She was beyond excited, turning to Y/N who was all smiles on the steps.

She stood as they walked towards her, “mom look, he’s Milo!”

“You look great,” she complimented him, that twinkle in her eyes back as she blushed.

“Thank you, so do you,” he said softly. “Both of you are dressed for the right adventure today.”

“What do you have in store Mr. tour guide?” Y/N teased, taking Amoreena’s hand and walking into the museum.

“Dr. Tour guide,” he corrects her softly, making her smile and shove him lightly.

“Sorry,” she teased him, “Doctor tour guide, what is your plan for today?”

“I bought 3 tickets ahead of time,” Spencer admits, taking three lanyards out of his jacket pocket and handing them each one. “We have special access today, just show the guards these and we can go almost anywhere.”

“Are you sure you don’t work here? Not even undercover?” Amoreena interrogated him, narrowing her eyes as she watched his response.

He laughed, “I promise, I helped them on a case once, and my old boss knows the curator, they owed me a favour.”

“Old boss?” Y/N catches it.

He nods lightly, “he quit a while ago to have a family.”

“Smart man.”

“I sent in my letter of resignation last night,” he adds, “if you’re still looking for a literary historian?”

She beamed at him, reaching out an arm to tuck under his and pull him in close. Following him through the doors with Amoreena’s hand still in hers. “I’ll arrange an interview this week.”

The rotunda was one of the coolest parts of the Smithsonian Museum of National History. A beautiful African Bush Elephant greets them in the centre, tusks extending out towards them as Amoreena gasps.

“Wow,” her small voice whispers.

“Cool, huh?” Spencer leans to look at her expression, she’s absolutely gobsmacked.

It makes him smile, that beautiful glimmer of amazement spreading across her face as her small brain tries to understand what exists in the world outside of her mind's grasp. It was priceless, he loved every moment.

“So, I was thinking you could look around and whenever you’re ready, we have access to the Student Centre. You’re going to get to look at some special bones and fossils, and even dig some up!” He was so excited to share the plans with her.

She let go of her mom's hand to flap her arms wildly, excitement coursing through her veins as she shook, grinding her teeth together as she smiled, it was how he remembered feeling as a child when something good happened. Pure joy, excitement level 1000.

“Sound good?”

“Spencer,” Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, taking over for the speechless child, “that sounds perfect, thank you.”

“The Dino’s are this way,” he leads them down the corridor, through a set of doors towards a large swirling sign,

“Journey through deep time!” Y/N read the sign, smiling at Amoreena as she ran towards it, touching the swirl as she read all the words to herself.

“It’s so sad they died,” Amoreena says so matter of factly that it makes him bite back a smile.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a small laugh. Y/N's shaking her head with a sigh of pure love. “What kind of dinosaur is your favourite?”

“The Jurassic era,” she responds, standing closer to the sign and reading all the words. “Did you know the earth used to be mostly desert? There was a massive heatwave, that’s why they believe dinosaurs were most likely scaled but thanks to the melting ice caps as we recover from the ice age and move back towards being tropical, we’re discovering dinosaurs frozen in ice with feathers and fur!”

It takes his breath away, seeing someone so much like him with a mother who loves every single word that leaves her mouth. Pride on her face as she looks at her little genius and back towards Spencer, waiting for his response.

“So you’ve been a paleontologist this whole time and you never told me?”

She laughs and swats the air, “no, I just read a lot of books.”

“She can read really fast, like Matilda,” Y/N bragged.

“I do too,” Spencer knelled down in front of her. “It’s a very wonderful thing to have a brain as big and magical as ours, never let anyone tell you otherwise okay?”

“Never, I’m the smartest in the kingdom,” Amoreena smiled.

“Yes, she is,” Y/N smiled again, placing her hand on Spencer's back as they continued to walk around the exhibits.

He felt like he had a family, like one of those couples who would go to Ikea and pretend they lived in the sets. This was the most perfect make-believe day of his life, leading a child just like him through a world of things she loved.

Y/N was quiet most of the day, watching them interact with a soft smile and sad eyes. Spencer noticed it but let it slide, he’d ask her about it later when she could be honest with him. He didn’t want to profile her, it wasn’t fair to judge her before he knew her, nor taint the fantastical thoughts he already had about her.

They had lunch in the butterfly exhibit, sitting at the seat by the fountain, Amoreena asking nicely if Spencer could sit in the middle so they could both talk to him. It was adorable, Amoreena was so intrigued by his mind she couldn’t stop asking him questions.

Y/N made him a sandwich and brought him a water bottle, as well as bringing some apple slices and grapes, goldfish and juice boxes for when Amoreena got hungry on the way home. Like a true mom, her purse was full of napkins and hair ties, random books and toys. Rocks, pine cones, everything a young mind would find exciting.

She was like Marry Poppins, pulling everything and then some out of her purse as she searched for something specific. “I brought you something, I’ve had it sitting around the house just moving it to different spots over the years, and thought you’d like it.”

It made him giddy to know she was thinking about him, he couldn’t sit still as he anticipated what it was. She pulled a small metal pin out of her bag then, taking the backing off and clipping it to his pocket.

“Best tour guide ever,” she whispered, reading the words to him with a smile.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” he shrugged, pushing down the butterflies in his stomach as they were swarmed by the beautiful creatures.

“It’s like animal crossing in here,” Amoreena said to herself as she looked around, kicking her feet as she sat on the bench, tilting her head back and forth absentmindedly as she took it all in.

He wasn’t sure when he stopped doing that; when he started to mask his true self so much that he no longer felt free in public, taking a moment to copy her movements and just enjoy the moment. Making her smile as she noticed him copy her with adoration, not to tease her in any way whatsoever.

“Can we talk when she’s looking at the fossils?” He asks Y/N softly, knowing that she’ll be the most open when Amoreena’s tiny ears wouldn’t be there to remember everything she says.

“Yeah,” she nods with a small smile. “How about I throw out our garbage and we head to that surprise?”

Amoreena jumped off the bench, tugging Spencer towards the door as Y/N cleaned up, following them eventually.

—

They had the classroom all to themselves and Amoreena was still for the first time all day. Standing in the middle of the room as the lights adjusted, changing the glow from blue to amber as they warmed.

The walls were filled with posters and informative signs, there were glass cases showcasing all the finest fossils and bones known to man. And a sand table in the middle of the room, smocks and brushes for archaeology all set up and waiting for her.

“Once you get all suited up, and we’ll get you a little mask so you don’t breathe in any of the dirt and dust, you can dig up whatever is hidden in there!” Spencer announced.

Y/N helped her into a smock, handing her the brushes and asking her to be extra careful with the plastic chisel and hammer. She was beaming from ear to ear the most toothy smile he’s ever seen.

Y/N stopped to take a photo of her then, holding her instruments in front of the sand table, “get in, we’ll tell everyone that Milo took us on a special tour today.”

Spencer kneeled close to Amoreena, she leaned in and wrapped an arm around him to get him in closer, always being the one to choose how much contact she made with Spencer. He would never want to overstep with someone else’s child.

“Beautiful!” Y/N cheered, locking her phone and slipping it back into her jeans as Amoreena turned to the table of sand, dirt and clay.

She got right to work, not skipping a beat as she leaned in and started to dig. Spencer stepped back with Y/N, knowing Amoreena was going to be in her own little world for as long as they left her alone.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great, I’m just a little surprised,” her voice is soft, low enough that it stays with him. “You’re really good with her for a fed.”

He laughed, nodding his head as he registered her joke. “Ex fed, and I have a 12-year-old godson, Henry.”

“Ahh, so no kids of your own?” Her voice was small, she took a look at his hand to avoid eye contact and he understood.

“None, no wife, no love children hiding out there in the world that I know of, it’s just me, I promise,” he tried his best to ease her anxiety about introducing a new man into her child’s life.

She nods slightly, “you seem too good to be true sometimes.”

He huffed out a small laugh, pressing his lips together as he looked at her, “pretty sure I’ve been dreaming since I saw you.”

She shoved him as she laughed, “would you like to come back to our place for dinner? I know it’s a little weird, believe me, I know, but we live on my parent's land and my mom’s making enough shepherds pie to feed an army.”

“Yeah I’d love to, I’ll get a cab home after,” he felt a swirling in his stomach, nervous and excited all at once.

“Okay,” she whispered, “or we can get to know each other, and then you could sleep on the couch and I’ll bring you back into DC in the morning? I have to drive in any way.”

He licked his lips and nodded his head, wondering what other kind of invitation this could be. If it was pure hospitality, wanting him to be safe for the night instead of inside some stranger's car, or was she wanting alone time with him.

The thoughts turned around in his head over and over making him dizzy, “okay, yeah I’d love to,” he managed to slip the words out without falling over them.

She smiled, tight-lipped and small. Looking up at him with a new look he hasn’t seen on her yet, one he’s only seen in a few faces in his time, and yet he believed her’s the most.

She was smitten with him as much as he was with her.

He sighed, smiling back at her just as soft. She reached her hand out to hold his, walking towards the table with him in tow. Leaning over Amoreena’s shoulder as she unearthed her new most prized possessions.

—

Amoreena was the funniest kid to drive with, He sat in the passenger seat of Y/N’s car with her in a car seat directly behind him. She was singing, cheering, pointing out the window to show him all her favourite things on the way to her house.

Telling him stories about the make-believe people she created to live in the houses, the trolls under bridges and the names of every cow in the field along the long driveway of her grandparent's farm.

“Bob and Linda are an interesting pair,” she warned him as they pulled in closer and closer. Dirt flying up behind the wheels as she drove fast, knowing every bump and turn from memory.

“They will be asking you every question in the book and if you’re going to be looking at the animals they will insist on putting you in flannel and a cowboy hat, it’s a tradition for visitors,” she explained it in a way where he knew she wanted him to think she hated it, but actually she looked excited to do it to him.

“I can’t wait,” he smiled.

“Amoreena has already told them all about you at dinner last night, so they are expecting her to drag you here tonight,” she pushed the blame onto Amoreena, downplaying her affection for him in a self-conscious way he could feel.

He didn’t want to profile her, but it wouldn’t turn off. He was desperate to know her more, to know if she felt the weird tugging in her heart that made him think soulmates might be real. A pain so intense that if he had to explain it to a doctor, it was like his heart was a negative charge and he was being drawn to her much more positive one.

“We have 16 cats, 46 cows, 13 chickens, 4 ducks, 50 sheep and 1 horse, her name is buttercup,” Amoreena informed him, stealing the attention once again.

“Wow, who’s your favourite?” Spencer turned to her, watching her kick her feet as she looked out the windows.

“Probably Alfonzo our fluffy show cow, or Rufus, our dog,” she said softly. “Sometimes nanny lets him sleep at our house.”

“That’s so cool, I’ve never had a pet.”

“What?!” Amoreena stopped, pressing her lips together as her eyes shot wide open, thinking it was the most absurd thing anyone has ever said.

“My mom was sick when I was growing up so I spent my time taking care of her, I didn’t have time for a dog,” he said softly, saying it in a way that wouldn’t scare her.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said softly, reaching her hand out to pat his knee as she kept her eyes on the road.

Then she was pulling in past a big house, around the bend behind it, past the garden and the trail to the barn towards another house. It was big and white, probably big enough to have 4 bedrooms. Many levels, with multiple build-ons from years ago ageing to match eventually.

It was covered in vines, ivy and flowers. It was just like miss honeys. He felt something unspeakable, opening his mouth softly to breathe as his eyes trailed up the siding to the shingles.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Home sweet home,” her wonderful voice brought him back to reality. Saying the word that matched the feeling in his chest.

“Wow,” he whispered. His mouth moved to say words, not a single one slipped through the cracks, his lips touching with fake syllables as he stared at it.

“It was my grandma’s, it’s the house she raised my dad in,” Y/N explained as she put the car in park.

“Mommy had me as a gift for GG,” Amoreena added from the back.

“Her great-grandma,” Y/N nodded with a soft smile, biting the inside of her lip as she fought her feelings. That was a touchy subject that he was going to pry into, later on, wanting to know every single thing about the most exceptional women in the world.

There was a cat sitting on their front step, introduced to him as toothpick because he was the smallest in the last litter. And then the name of every single cat on the way back up to the main house.

Simon and Gar-funk-field twin orange brothers, Alaska the all-white one, strawberry shortcake had a red heart on her butt, oven-mitt for comedic effect obviously as if they others weren’t funny enough, as well as shovel and Catrina… all 16 of them had a name and Spencer was not going to forget a single one.

“Welcome! You must be Doctor Reid,” her father was a very large man, it shocked Spencer slightly.

He was like Santa Clause, it was more than a bit of a shock. Thick grey beard, bald head, red flannel and dirty work jeans, probably in his late 60’s. He was what you imagined Santa to look like outside of Christmas, on holiday with his wife.

He looked like a man who lived a long and happy life, he had a wife who cooked good meals for him, he probably didn’t mind sitting back with a beer most nights. There was definitely going to be sports memorabilia inside and a million photos of Y/N and Amoreena, and the purest energy known to man. Family love.

He hated how fast he profiled it all in his mind, trying to drop that aspect of his inner monologue moving forward.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Sir,” he said softly, nodding lightly as he placed his hands in his pockets. Letting it be known he didn’t touch people, and weirdly being respected.

“Please, it’s Bob or Poppy Clause,” he laughed, shifting his attention to Amoreena as she climbed the stairs towards the porch.

“How is my lovey?” Bob asked her softly, “may I have a welcome home hug?”

“Ah,” he smiled and nodded to himself. He was used to it, asking permission for her sensory issues. Spencer was impressed, and a bit emotional at the fact someone his age was respecting a way of life many didn’t care to understand.

Amoreena gave him a hug, throwing herself into his arms, “no beard tickles,” she instructed, holding onto his shoulders as he kept his face away from her.

Y/N placed her hand on Spencers back, “I told you they were a lot, my mom is worse.”

“I feel very comfortable here, don’t worry,” he assured her.

“I should worry,” she laughed, “you’re one of them, oh god.”

“One of who?”

She tilted her head at him, shaking her head, “eccentric, full of life, bursting with weirdness that would probably be a strange purple goo if I could see it.”

He pressed his lips together as he thought about it, nodding softly in agreement. “There is nothing wrong with that, it just means I’m having fun and living my best life from now on.”

“Welcome to the family,” Bob added, a simple saying that invoked a feeling of pride he long yearned for.

—

Dinner was lovely, he’s never had shepherd’s pie before. Learning it was ground beef, beans and potato casserole, and somehow there was also corn in there… he wasn’t sure why it was so delicious but he enjoyed it a lot.

It might have simply been the ambiance that made it so good.

Her mother was the sweetest woman, she made everything from scratch. Including bread that he was obsessed with and a pie for dessert, she was overjoyed to have an expected yet unexpected guest.

Knowing there was a possibility he’d come, but not setting a place for him at the table unless he showed. She wrapped him up in a big hug when he arrived as well as after dinner when he helped her move the plates to the sink.

Her dad offered him a beer after dinner, taking him to the front porch to talk while the ladies cleaned up for the night. Amoreena had a strict bedtime routine to stick to, and it wasn’t his place to witness nor get in the way.

“So,” her dad started the interrogation easily. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be here if Y/N didn’t trust you. And she doesn’t trust many people.”

“I can promise you I’ll never hurt either of them,” he said with the utmost confidence. “It’s been two days and they’ve brought me more joy than I can explain, and I’m never going to take that for granted.”

“Good answer,” he smiled. “Now, farmhouse rules are as follows; you can roam where ever you please, just ask permission before using any equipment, we’re more of a petting zoo than a farm now so the animals are overly friendly, try and keep them inside the gates.”

He was a bit flustered, computing the fact that he just trusted him like that. Maybe he was Santa Clause, making a list and checking it twice, and Spencer happened to cross off every box to land him on the nice one.

“Sounds good,” he smiled. “Thank you.”

“Believe me, sonny, I know what it’s like to want to impress the old man, but it’s all about Amoreena,” Bob warned him. “If she loves you then so will Y/N, and she falls fast.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’m the same way.”

“That’s what Y/N was saying, I think it’ll be good for Amoreena to know someone like her, we try our best to get her out there and making friends, she’s smart enough to move up some grades but she’s a kid, y’know?” Her father basically describing his own childhood back to him.

“I graduated high school at 13,” he presses his lips together, hoping it doesn’t come off as a brag. Taking a sip of his beer to take the edge off how awkward he felt.

“Do you regret it?”

“No,” he smiled at Bob, who was smiling right back, “it led me here.”

Bob hummed in response, taking a sip as well as he sat back in his rocking chair, watching over the cows in the field as the sun began to set. It was picture perfect, unbelievable.

Wet feet on the hardwood floor caught his attention then, Amoreena was in her PJ’s as she ran towards the door. Putting on her rubber boots and swinging open the screen door.

Her hair was wet, falling into her eyes as she pushed it out of the way, “are you joining the parade and dance party?”

He acted like he knew what that meant, “sure?”

“Yes!” She cheered, “hurry up mom!!”

Y/N walked down the steps slowly, shaking her head as she laughed. “You are so impatient, the animals aren’t going anywhere.”

“No, but Spencer will!”

It made his heartache, the thought of leaving.

“Come on,” she slipped back into her shoes and joined them on the porch. “Off we go, see you later dad.”

“Be good, make wise choices,” he teased her.

“Okay old fart, sleep well,” they had a friendship that was admirable.

Spencer followed with glee as Amoreena said goodnight to all the animals, parading down the path towards their house as she made sure to talk to everything on the way there.

“Every night we pick 2 songs to dance to, it gets all the sillies out and rewards us for a day well spent so we can bless our bodies with a good sleep,” Y/N explains as she unlocks the front door.

A cottage full of books in the middle of the woods, that dream he always had, coming true as she ushered him inside. The smell of coffee drifting towards him as he noticed the brown candle on the mantle surrounded by photos of Y/N and her family.

She placed her keys beside it, kicking off her shoes and making sure Amoreena did the same. In the living room, she connected her phone to a set of speakers, letting the little one pick out 2 songs, queueing them up to play as she bounced with anticipation.

“Tonight’s selection is today was a fairytale by miss Swift, and Anne Hathaway’s cover of somebody to love, form the cinematic masterpiece that is Ella Enchanted,” Y/N announced like she was hosting the grammies, pretending her phone was the mic before hitting play.

He knew somebody to love, the Elton John version, it was a song that Penelope and Emily sang at karaoke when they reached 11 shots each, so not very often. But enough to have him remember the words, singing along with them as they danced.

It was a better workout than Derek had ever put him through, they held hands and jumped around, he twirled Amoreena around, pretending to do the tango with Y/N. Waving their arms in the air, it was the most carefree he has been in ages.

The songs fit the situation more perfectly than any of them seem to realize, he’s falling head over heels in love with this family that he met yesterday. Something in him saying that he needs to stay, that this is where he was supposed to be.

Getting Amoreena into bed was more difficult than Y/N imagined, she didn’t want to stop talking to Spencer. Only finally agreeing to sleep when she learned he would still be there for breakfast in the morning.

“Can you read me a book from your brain?” Her sleep-deprived eyes blinked as she asked him softly.

He looked at Y/N from the doorway, she nodded, patting the bed for Spencer to sit on the edge.

“Any book?”

“Any book.”

“Bedtime for baby star,” he says softly. Remembering all the late night’s he’s heard JJ whisper it on the back of the plane, in the corner of a police precinct in the middle of nowhere, in a twin bed beside his as they shared a hotel room.

“Once there was a baby star, she lived up by the sun. And every night at bedtime, that baby star wanted to have some fun,” he recited the words in an exciting tone, just low enough to soothe her into sleep. “She would sine and sine and fall and shoot and twinkle, oh so bright, and she said ‘Mommy! I’ll run away if you make me say goodnight.’”

Y/N looked at her with a fake stern look, leaning in enough to rub their noses together. “And then her mommy kissed her sparkly nose and said, no matter where you go,”

Y/N kissed her on the nose, “no matter where you go,” she repeated.

“No matter where you are, no matter how big you grow and even if you stray far,” to which Y/N repeated. “I’ll love you forever because you’ll always be my baby star.”

“Goodnight my sweet Amoreena,” Y/N kissed her head softly and stood, Spencer, joined her by the door.

“Can I have a hug?” She asked him softly, he looked at Y/N for approval once again.

She placed a hand on his back as she nodded, watching him lean in and hold Amoreena softly, “goodnight, I had a fun day today.”

“See you tomorrow,” she smiled, closing her eyes for the night.

Y/N replaced her lamp light with a night light, closing the door on the way out of her room as she blew a kiss towards her baby, “love you.”

“Love you more,” Amoreena whispered back.

Spencer was nothing but smiles in the hall as she looked at him, “I’m going to pour myself some wine and sit in the garden, are you interested?”

“Ecstatic actually,” he replied, following her towards the kitchen and letting her pour him a glass.

Behind her house, she had an overgrown garden, every area of her life had a reference to a book somewhere, a story someone else told that she’s now claimed as her own. Living in the world she always wanted, inviting Spencer to stay a while.

She let out a deep sigh as she sat down on the outdoor couch beside him, dropping her head on his shoulder softly, it was more contact than he was expecting. She had barely touched him.

“You should know that I like you a lot,” Spencer spoke softly. “I don’t want you to think I’m just some creep trying to get close to you and your kid, I genuinely think you’re wonderful and Amoreena is magnificent.”

“I trust you, I googled you and everything, don’t worry,” she laughs. “I wouldn’t invite you to the museum and let you give my kid a hug without doing research.”

“Not everything is on there you know.”

“I think you are very wonderful as well,” she said softly, “but I know it’s just the fact that you’re so darn cute that’s making me feel like I should drop everything and invite you into our life.”

“I understand,” he replied. Waiting for her to tell him that this was the last time she’d see him, it was inevitable at this point in his life. Nothing good lasted for long.

“So I need you to know all about me and I need to know all about you before you decide you want to stay because I can’t handle bringing you into Amoreena’s life for you to just leave her,” another deflection.

“You might want to hear mine first before you decide if you want me to stay around her,” it sounded scarier than he planned.

“Alright then, you go first,” she insisted with a small smile, eyes darting past him towards the cows in the field. Not ready to be vulnerable with him.

“I worked with the FBI for 15 years, I’ve helped catch some of the worst people in America, and some of them have vendetta’s against me. As far fetched and insane as that sounds,” he pre-warned her, watching her face drop as she understood the weight of his words.

“I have been framed and sent to prison for three months, I was kidnaped, tortured, drugged, and assaulted, not to mention shot a few times. I have more trauma than you can imagine. So that’s something you have to consider in a future with me,” he whispered so she wouldn’t hear how ashamed he was of himself.

“And the fact know that I can’t always keep myself or you safe, no matter how far disconnected I am from the FBI. It doesn’t matter if I change my name and hide here for the rest of my life off the grid. There are some fucked up minds out there that don’t want to let me experience true happiness. But in all honesty,” he finally stops his long-winded rant. He bites his bottom lip as if he is holding back someone worse than all the things he just said.

“I’m willing to die tomorrow if it means my last day on earth was this fucking perfect.” Tears welled in his eyes, “I am so tired.”

“It’s okay to cry, I would be too,” she says softly, a frog in her throat as she nodded. Tears welling in her eyes as her face scrunched.

He blinked and a tear escaped, slipping down his cheek and being swiped off by her thumb in an instant. She kept her hand on his cheek softly, he leaned into it.

“I’ve been running for so long,” he whispers because then the words don’t really exist. They’re secrets only for her to hear and then they’re gone. “I was basically groomed for the FBI, I was their personal computer and they didn’t give a single shit about the wear and tear on me.”

He started to sob. She cradled his head against her chest in one swift motion, holding him close and rubbing his back. Shushing him softly as he cried into her shoulder.

“You know that Katy Perry song?” she changed the subject as he calmed down, understanding his pain and accepting his warnings, but continuing down the path anyway.

“Summer after high school when we first met,” she sang like an angel. “It was like that, I thought I met the love of my life after I graduated, we got engaged a year later, then he died in a car crash and I was single for a very long time.”

“Then my grandma got sick and she made a bucket list. Number one was to become a great grandma,” her words became whispers as she tried to stop the tears, following Spencer’s tactic even though it failed so miserably.

“I said fuck it. I’m going to have a baby and make my own family, one person I can truly care for and never lose. She’s my world, she was the light of my grandma’s life until it burnt out, she has changed my world in ways I can’t even explain.”

It fell silent as they absorbed each other’s explanations of their issues. The root of their problems, the core of their soul were the most hurt was kept locked away, opening the doors and swapping scrapbook snapshots of terrible memories.

“I think,” she says, finally, like music to his ears. “I think that I’m okay, I’m positive actually that I want you in my life like this. All of you is fine with me, you’re not that scary, and I’m tired of waiting for the right moments because it means losing the people over time missed. I want to live my life fully, I’m at peace with the unknown and with you.”

Peace.

“Not to quote Taylor Swift at you or anything, but she does have a point in that song,” she laughed lightly and he felt her chest jump. Life bursting through her as she made light of an incredibly touchy subject.

“I don’t know the song,” he whispers.

She gasps, “oh that’s the line, I finally found it. Our first fight can be whether or not you like Taylor Swift, don’t even think about how upset Amoreena will be if you’re not, I’ll kick you out.”

He can't stop laughing then, digging his face into her neck as he holds her closer to his chest. Breathing her in as she finishes his laugh in a giggle, rubbing her hands down his back as she presses her cheek to his head.

“I haven’t had the time to listen to her this year I know she’s been busy releasing music,” he admits, “but I’m sure I’ll love it.”

She shifts awkwardly on the couch to take her phone out of her pocket, opening her music and playing the song she was speaking of.

He simply rests his head on her chest, both of them laying back onto the cushions together, finding a comforting spot for their arms as they listened to the words, silently.

He absorbed it all, every word she said bringing forth a feeling he’s never felt before. True understanding, like someone, gets him. Gasping audibly when she says ‘robbers to the east clowns to the west, give you my sunshine, give you my best.’

He wasn’t alone.

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[nanaminokanojo]

Happenstance | Kamo Noritoshi

CHARACTERS: Kamo Noritoshi X You CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 WORD COUNT: 2,287 GENRE: fluff | school au | archer!noritoshi | described reader appearance (i think) TRIGGER WARNING: very mild implied sleeping princess syndrome (somnophilia?) SPOILERS: n/a

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📸 photo credits to @/kawaiimallows22 on Pinterest

Sports fest – an idle time for most but to the athletes of the school.

Kamo Noritoshi was one of them, an archer for the school team and currently representing class two-six. It was a jovial time for most as there weren’t any homeroom activities, but to him, it was yet another one of those boring days in school. It wasn’t new to him nor was it a rare chance for him to get to play unlike the other students as almost every month, he’d join inter-school competitions, most of which were a piece of cake to him. He’d been slinging a bow and arrow since he was five after all. They were the best team there ever was to grace the school grounds and unless they graduate from the institution, there was no way they’d be beaten. It was routine, thus the boredom.

He glanced at his watch. It read exactly half past two. The game he was supposed to be in was already starting, but instead of being in the archery range to shoot some arrows, he was wandering inside the school building, particularly that of the freshmen’s area. It was way quieter there than the other places in the area since all of the students on that floor were excited for the games unlike the upper-class students who found the events of the day tedious. He couldn’t agree more with them. He couldn’t understand why there were such frivolous events apart from the necessary ones. They were of no importance to him and since his class had gotten into the finals, he wasn’t needed anymore.

He treaded his way through the quiet hallways, his footsteps echoing. The surroundings were quite eerie especially that the green glow from the sunlight which was being filtered by the ostentatious greenhouse cast itself across the pristine white walls. He walked the length of the plant conservatory where a few meters of turf had been laid out as a part of the semi-indoor landscape when a strange figure caught his eyes. His stroll halted as he turned on his heels to see what it was, pressing closer to the glass wall with his curiosity overriding him. He squinted, adjusting his vision to the brighter light.

On the grass, he could make out the shape of a person, lying down as if unconsciousness caught them in the middle of a promenade. He arched a brow when he noticed a glistening tuft of long hair on the grass. It was female student – you specifically. Alarmed, he ran back to where the entrance to the greenhouse was and frantically searched for you, thinking you were injured or ailing. He found you on the same spot. Hoping that you were fine, he knelt down beside you. You were lying on your side, your back to him, vulnerable to every single danger that the school grounds could expose you to.

“What are you doing here?” Noritoshi whispered to himself. Ever so carefully, he tried to turn you over so he could at least recognize you. He noticed your hand which held a crimson cravat. A senior, he thought. What was a senior doing at the freshmen’s area? He smirked. Then again, he was a junior and he was there.

Even after you turned over so you were lying on your back, your luxuriant tresses covered your face like a veil. Sucking in air, he reached over, but before he could even touch you, you began stirring. Your hands reached over to your face and brushed your hair absently from your face. A soft sigh escaped your mouth, the creases on your forehead caused by the disturbance slowly smoothing into a peaceful mask as your breathing steadied, your chest rising and falling at an even pace.

Noritoshi scrambled back, frowning when he realized that you hadn’t fainted. You were deliberately there, sleeping. He smiled in amusement, about to leave when a soft breeze managed to make its way through the open vents of the glass dome, rustling the vegetation along with the your dark hair. Suddenly, he found himself taken by the sight of you slumbering before his feet. Your lean, long legs were slightly bent to the right, barely concealed by the short skirt that was your uniform which clung to your hips deliberately, tracing your delicate contours.

His eyes trailed upwards to your face, cheeks lightly flushed and glowing with a healthy tinge of faded roses, lashes thick enough to cast shadows on your cheeks and lips that were the shade of cherries, slightly fuller on the lower part, all framed by sable hair that had lush curls near the tips, scattered on the grassy ground in reckless abandon. You were beautiful…like a garden nymph.

He was enthralled, no other words. He found himself unable to move, wondering where he had seen such a face. He doubted it that you’ve encountered each other since he never really went to the senior department. Aside from that, he never bothered to look at the people in the school long enough in all his two years stay in the institution unless he had something to do with them. He blinked slowly. For the first time, he found himself breathless for someone and he wasn’t expecting that he’d see it in an unconscious girl in the greenhouse.

Thump. Thump.

He swallowed hard, feeling his heart racing the more he stared at the nameless goddess in front of him. With his body finding a mind of its own, he found himself leaning over you until your faces were but a measly inch away from each other. Slowly, his eyes began to droop until they closed, making his lips touch with your slightly open ones. He’d never had the urge to kiss someone so badly and now that he had the chance, you weren’t even responding. He relished the feel of your mouth against his, yielding and soft like candy floss to the slightest of pressures.

What are you doing attacking an unconscious person? Isn’t that cowardly, a nagging voice in his head said, making him snap out of it. He inched away from your sleeping figure and swallowed hard, shaking his head, eyes wide when he realized what he just did. It was so uncommon for him to be losing his mind over anyone. I didn’t just do that.

He glanced at the you, trying to clear his head. He sat down on the grass just beside you, looking up. Frustration took over him, chastising himself for the recklessness of his actions. He thought of how it would look like if the you actually woke up and caught him red-handed. He shrugged the thought off, just glad that you didn’t.

Minutes turned to hours and he still stayed there. The urge to protect you was strong and yet he wasn’t really protecting you, was he? What if it was your first kiss? How he dreaded the thought that he stole it and he didn’t even know whether you liked it or not. He felt loathing for himself when he realized that he was as good as an offender, harassing the you while you slept.

His eyes made its way towards the your tranquil form again and to his surprise, your eyes were open, hazel ones that reflected the canopy of leaves above you. You looked rather disoriented, but even as your vision wandered to him, clear and bright under the afternoon sun, enhancing your features, you exhibited no surprise.

His guilt took the best of him and made him inch away from you, watching as you stretched your arms and blinked sleepily. You pushed yourself up and regarded him with a sleepy smile.

Finally, the goddess spoke. “To what do I owe the honor?” you asked.

Puzzled, Noritoshi shook his head slowly. “Excuse me?”

You sighed, but was happy to repeat yourself. “I said –”

Noritoshi was torn between laughter and frowning. “I heard what you said, but…”

You giggled a bit, narrowing your eyes at him before covering your mouth to yawn. “Now I know why girls fawn over you.”

His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” he said, this time with more edge to it.

Your eyes widened a bit and you fidgeted with your cravat, your shoulders tensing. You winced, returning his gaze with your left eye closed and your right eye slightly squinting. “Shouldn’t have said that.”

Noritoshi shook his head. “No… You don’t get it…”

You relaxed. “What don’t I get?” You lightly scratched the back of your head. “Sorry. I just woke up…er…which you already knew.” You shook your head and rubbed at your eyes.

His head tilted to the side. “You know me.”

At that, you burst into bubbles of laughter. “School team archer, Kamo Noritoshi, who outshines the captain? Who wouldn’t?”

His heart fluttered. The fact that you knew him made him feel glad and guilty at the same time. You knew him and with beauty like yours, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he never noticed you before. He shrugged, your words finally sinking in and he momentarily forgot about what he did. “Not really…”

“And yet I hear rumors about you having to hide in the men’s lavatory because a mob is chasing after you. You’ve got to be kidding me.” You straightened up. “Come on. No need to be humble.” You were easy-going and cheerful, that much he’d figured out. And you also liked to talk. You apologized for your comments and asked, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be playing?”

He flashed you a half smile. “I didn’t want to.” He shrugged then. “What about you? Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for your class?”

You blew a raspberry. “I’d rather sleep.”

“Figures.”

You stood up. “I’m going home. Nice talking to you.” You began to make your way out of the greenhouse, waving with your cravat. “See you around.”

Noritoshi stood up and before he could even realize what he was doing, he seized you by the wrist, stopping your progress. You turned around and eyed his hand on yours which he quickly withdrew. “Sorry,” he said breathlessly.

You smiled. “It’s fine. Do you need anything?”

“Your name…” he mumbled.

“Pardon?”

He looked up. “Your name. I…uh…I didn't catch it.”

Your eyes twinkled as you chuckled. “I didn’t mention it.”

Noritoshi’s face heated up and he didn’t need a mirror to tell how badly he was blushing. He looked down.

You bent down slightly. “Are you alright? You’re red,” you said, a confirmation of his thoughts.

He nodded. “Yes. I-it’s hot…that’s all.”

You giggled. “It’s Y/N.”

“Huh?”

“My name is L/N Y/N.”

Y/N. Pretty. He nodded. “L/N Y/N. Thank you. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s just Y/N,” you half-whined and pouted a bit. “Do you want me to call you *kohai?”

He shook his head, feeling the slightest annoyance when you suggested it. “N-no.”

“Then call me Y/N and I’ll call you…”

“Idiot?” he said absently, shook his head upon realization and chuckled awkwardly. “I’m kidding.”

“Noritoshi?” you offered, the way his name rolled out of your tongue making him want to hear it more.

“Okay.”

“Noritoshi it is. Bye, Noritoshi.”

You started to walk away again, but he realized it was his chance to make it up to you although you didn’t know what has happened. “Y/N.”

You turned on your heels and looked at him. “Yes?”

“Mind if I walk you home?” he blurted out.

You took his hand. “Not at all, but we should get going before your fan girls start chasing after me.”

Noritoshi chuckled and led the way. You both exited the gate and you just directed him to where you were going, your shoulders touching from time to time as you walked. You didn’t live far from the school just a few blocks and soon, the of you were standing in front of a dainty-looking house with two floors surrounded with lawn and fences the color of faded limes.

“This is me,” you said. “Thank you.”

“Uh…”

“Do you want to walk me to my door?” you asked, voicing Noritoshi’s thoughts out.

“S-sure.”

You chuckled. “Are you always this articulate?”

He chuckled along with you, suppressing the urge to smile like an idiot until you’ve reached the door.

“Thank you,” you said again.

“You’re welcome and…”

You clasped your hands behind you and tilted sideways, your hair falling over your shoulder like it had a life of its own. “And?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Nothing.”

You frowned slightly. “Whatever it is, it’s fine.”

Noritoshi placed a hand behind his neck. “I’m going.”

“Okay, but before that, I’m sorry, too.”

“Huh?” He was confused.

“I’m sorry for this.” Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his neck, stood on your toes and let your lips meet in a bold kiss.

Noritoshi’s eyes widened, but he’d soon grown accustomed to your lips which he already kissed while you were sleeping. Chills ran up and down his spine, as the urgency in your kiss heightened from just a simple contact to a kind of potent wanting. His arm found its way around your waist, holding you closer, not caring if anyone saw you as long as he was happy where he was at the moment.

He was still dazed by the time you pulled back, but contrary to his expectation for you to move further away, you leaned closer to his ear and said, “Naughty Noritoshi stealing a kiss from sleeping Y/N.”

He froze. You knew.

Finally you stood back from him, gave him one last peck on the cheek and winked at him as you opened the front door. “See you at the greenhouse, kiss thief.”

-END-

TERMINOLOGIES:

*kohai (後輩) junior i.e. a person of lower grade/class/age (in school/at work) to the speaker

@fushigummy You asked, I delivered. XD did I do the man justice?

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [DATE]

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[multi-fandomsfreak]

How's about so majin fuff headcanons pls

Majin Fluff Headcanons

Hey there thanks for the ask

Not going to lie, most of the points here are inspired from those a-z fluff alphabets headcanon because I had no idea what to put down, hope you don’t mind it. ~J/Blaze

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ❌

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Majin Sonic

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art kayqsantosac2009 by on Pinterest + Banner sidikyuu by on Pinterest

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- Can I just say that I love Majin. He's one of my favourite exe’s besides the ones I mentioned in my pinned post and I often find myself thinking about him. I can imagine him being a sweetheart since I believe he’s one of the only nice-ish exe besides Sunky. Despite him being described to be scary when he was first introduced (I blame the american version of the sound track) he’s actually a gentleman who just wants to have infinite fun. It honestly surprised you how kind he was to you, especially considering that you just so happened to be in a blue forest with someone who looks like sonic just with a mask on.

- I bet that Majin acts like those typical lovers who are the definition of green flags. He likes to get flowers for you no matter the price or even give you one from his forest if there is any. If there is any then I would suggest getting used to only receiving blue flowers because that’s all there are different shades of blue but honestly I don’t think it really matters. It’s the thought that counts and plus I like to think that Majin finds different creative ways to give them to you. He’s also willing to get you anything just ask him and he’ll do it as soon as possible.

- I feel like Majin can be easily flustered if you use the right words. Just saying a few words he likes and you’ve gotten him wrapped around your finger with him head over heels about you. However, if you're planning on doing this then expect some comments back. Yes he may get flustered easily but he can easily flirt with you back to get you just as hot and bothered as he is. He likes the reactions you give him, if he’s feeling like it he may slightly tease you about them but overall he won’t bother you about them.

- I believe that majin is great at comforting people. He doesn’t really have any ill intentions, he just wants to have fun. If he ever sees you feeling a bit down then he’ll immediately be there beside you until you’ve cheered up.

- In relation to the previous one since it’s canon that Majin has a mask on I think he’s slightly conscious without and can be slightly insecure. You'll constantly have to tell him that he’s perfectly fine the way he is. He honestly appreciates it although he tells you don’t have to, he still appreciates you being there for him and he wouldn’t change anything else.

- He may have some moments when he is clingy/close towards you especially if he’s having one of his moments when he’s feeling insecure. He likes to surprise you by randomly appearing either behind or beside you and pull you into a hug like he hasn’t seen you for years even though he saw you yesterday he just really enjoys your present.

- If he is in a relationship with you he likes to use pet names for you especially cheesy ones maybe even ones considered cringe. He usually does this if he really wants to fluster you. He’s more than willing to call you names like cupcake and similar ones, he doesn’t care if he’s seen as annoying he’s going to continue calling you those. However, he will call you more non-cheesy ones like sweetie or love bug if he feels like it.

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[parkers-gal]

can you do a best!friends to lovers with a really affectionate reader and flustered peter?

requests are open (a lil slow tho)

wc: 1.3k

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If Peter had a penny for every time you wanted to touch him in some remote way, he’d probably be rich. If he had a penny for every time he wanted you to touch him, well then he’d be the wealthiest man alive.

Maybe you were obvious, or maybe touch was your love language. Peter wasn’t sure why he was speaking it, though. You weren’t dating — hell, you weren’t even together. Of course, Peter had those feelings for you. Of course he longed to have you in his embrace for as long as he could bear — which, granted, was a lot. He tries not to think about it, because if he does, he knows you won’t ever leave his mind.

Not that you normally do, but still.

For the first year of college, May insisted Peter take the dormitory grant that came with his scholarship. Tony knew the expenses were difficult for May, so he offered to help out. It took awhile for her to agree, but it happened nonetheless.

It’s where the two of you normally hang out. Occasionally, the two of you are found at a picnic table near your favorite tree or the library, but most days you’re slouching in his bed with a book in front of you. He always takes the desk; he’s polite that way.

“Hey, Pete.” You’re entering his dorm without even knocking, surprising Harry who’s slipping a shirt on in the corner.

“Jesus!” Harry’s caught off guard and Peter chuckles. You laugh, kissing Peter’s cheek before situating your belongings on the bed, backpack slipping off your shoulders smoothly. Harry eyes Peter knowingly, who’s a blushing mess. He rolls his eyes at the wall crawler before bidding goodbye while closing the door on his way out.

“Can you help me with Rodrigo’s work?” The two of you have the same lecture at different times, so studying is a lot more convenient. Peter looks up from his notebook before his face melts into a soft smile, nodding with a gentle “okay.”

You’re scooting over on the small mattress. Peter carefully slides in next to you, eyes finding the examples you’re working on. You lean into his side so you don’t fall off the bed, arm going under his so your arms are linked. He tries not to blush too much, but he knows he’s failed when he feels his face heat up exponentially.

He starts discussing the first page with you, and you’re nodding along before you lean your head on his shoulder. He tries to focus — god, he tries so damn hard to focus — but you’re so close, leaning into him like he’s the only thing supporting you, the only thing keeping you up. He’s trying, but you’re right there next to him, right in his reach, right there at his touch. You’re so close he can smell your perfume, so close he can hear your heartbeat in his ears without even focusing on it.

“Y’alright?” You bring him out of his daze after you notice his words have slowed until he’s frozen, staring at you.

“Uhm- uh… y-yeah. I’m- I’m fine.” He rubs his forehead, wiping the palms of his hands on his denim-clad thigh.

You stifle a laugh. “Are you sure?” You grin slyly, noticing his rising state of flux.

“Mhm.” He merely hums in response, not trusting his words.

The sunlight that comes in through the window, hits your face cooly, and he sucks in a breath. You look like a goddess — like something from those aesthetic pinterest boards you always show him. You’re calm yet encapsulating, and he’s suffocating on you. He’s okay with that, though. It feels too good to slow it down or stop it altogether.

Peter finishes his train of thought before joining you in completing the assignments from your lecture. You’re cracking jokes along the way, laughing so hard you can’t contain yourself. Peter doesn’t bother staying on track either. You’re so close he’s practically drunk on you.

After ten minutes of goofing off, you slide down, laying your head in Peter’s lap while you inquire about nothing in relation to your lecture’s work.

“Pete,” You speak childishly, and he chuckles at your demeanor. “How long do your webs last?”

“Usually four hours. Why?”

“No reason.” You reach for his hands, playing with his lanky fingers, separating them and smoothing over the grooves and rough edges as you relax atop him. He feels his face burning up again, but concludes you’re just absentmindedly playing with his hands.

“Do you have to make it yourself all the time or does Mr. Stark do it now?”

“Both.” You grab his other hand, now, repeating what you’ve done with his right hand. “Mr. Stark makes it for my suit but I’m coming up with updates.”

You hum, intertwining your fingers with his before letting your hands rest on your chest. He hopes you won’t look up and notice how red he’s gotten. Your hands fit into his so well.

Stop that Peter. He’s trying to humble himself, calm himself down and convince himself that you’re just an affectionate person.

Then again, he’s never seen you greet anyone else with a kiss on the cheek, so he could be wrong. He doesn’t think of it too much, because after five minutes, you sit up, unlinking your hands. Peter tries not to seem too disappointed, but it’s obvious in the way he deflates.

“Cuddle?” You ask softly, almost as if the silence has tired you out. It’s barely eight-thirty, but Peter smiles in agreement anyways.

You return his smile softly, moving your supplies off the bed and laying down, hugging him tightly while you inhale his scent, breathing deeply in relief.

“How are you always so warm?”

He chuckles. “Maybe you’re always cold.” “Then you need to fix that.” You’re mumbling into his skin. “You’re the one with the warmth.” He hums and the vibrations make you giggle.

Inside, Peter’s heart is clambering against his ribcage. He prays you can’t hear it, but he’s positive you wouldn’t need a spider sense to pick up on how nervous he is.

“You- uh… are you tired?”

“Mhm.” You confirm it, eyes closing lazily.

“You could sleep over, y’know. I know you don’t have a lecture until eleven, so…” He trails off and you laugh at him.

“I can really sleep over? You don’t mind?”

His tongue clicks. “Of course I don’t mind. You know that.”

“I know.” You smile cheekily. “Nice to hear it every once ‘n awhile, though.”

He laughs and it shakes you up, his chest bouncing underneath you. You hold him tighter, arms wrapping around him. His laugh quiets as that shuts him up. “Y-yeah I… I get it.”

You laugh again at the stumble over his words. “You’re silly.”

“Sure.”

With an eye roll, you exhale against him, arms instinctively taking home against his abdomen. With the flutter of your eyes, you fall asleep.

When you awake, Peter’s sitting at his desk doing work. It’s only just past nine o’clock, yet you realize how much you’ve slept. You rub the sleep from your eyes, a yawn slipping past your lips, alarming Peter that you’re awake.

“G’morning, sleepyhead. Sleep well?”

You grin. “Always, with you.”

He smiles and you stand up, wrinkles on your shirt flattened by your hands. “I should go so I can get ready for class.” Peter hums in acknowledgement. “I’ll be back in twenty.” You kiss his cheek before leaving him in the room.

When you’re gone, Peter exhales, his nerves settling.

“When’re you gonna ask her out?” Harry breaks the silence, emerging from under the covers. Peter jumps, surprised and startled at the sound of a new voice.

“Don’t do that, Harry.” Peter grumbles, resuming his work.

“Do what?” He smirks. Peter rolls his eyes in response. “I’m just saying, man.” He slips on some sweatpants, abandoning the covers.

“Yeah, I know.” Peter sighs, pondering his words. “Soon.”

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How WayV Would Propose 💍

[Kun

So this man would definitely be extravagant

But like in a secretive way meaning he just wants you, no audience

Lowkey I imagine him doing something like spelling out ‘will you marry me’ but you can only see it from a plane which ofc he’d be flying

Like I feel if he knew it wouldn’t embarrass you he would write out ‘y/n will you marry me’ in the sky

Or the second cheesy option he’d lead you on a hike that overlooks a beach where he also spelled out ‘y/n will you marry me’ in the sand or with seashells

And when you turn around he’s on one knee holding out the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen

Either way this man wants to swoon and has a plan

There is no half proposal from him and it’s very unique whatever he decides to do

Probably something with planes tho if im being honest

[Ten

Harder to pin down b/c like, marriage would be cool and all but for Ten I don’t think he cares too much as long as he gets to be with you

So he wouldn’t put too much thought into how he’s going to propose

Might look up an idea or two on Pinterest tbh

Wants it to be really cute tho, like this man wants to make you cry

Tears of joy of course

But there would definitely be animals involved in some way especially the cats

Like I could see him doing a super romantic evening and he keeps making you think he’ll propose throughout the day

only for him not to and it’s when you get home and change into comfy pajamas

He’d send like, Louis or Leon to you and there’s a little note and engagement ring dangling from their collar

And he’d just kinda wait by the door looking anxious

You do cry of course calling him a jerk for waiting so long before agreeing

[Winwin

Really, really wants to do a special proposal

Like would love to do something extravagant to show you how much he loves you but it’s just not him

Instead he’d do something more thoughtful like taking you to your favourite restaurant

Or where the first place it is that you guys’ met even if it was like, somewhere unromantic like an office or bus stop lol

Would ask the members for help in setting the mood so when you do get to whatever destination he chose

A few members would be there to serenade as he proposes

Someone is definitely taking a video I’m sorry but this is a whole NCT proposal celebration now

I also see him taking you to his hometown and taking you to a favourite spot he used to go to as a kid and proposing

Just something thoughtful and serene to match his personality

[Lucas

Extravagant! Would propose on a luxurious trip

Or while you two are on a romantic boat ride

Despite wanting to woo you he also doesn’t really want a lot of people to be there so I can see him reserving a whole restaurant for just the two of you

I’m also envisioning something dramatic like if he was away on tour or schedule

He’d send a video saying how much he loves you and asking if you would marry him

And then bam! he’s suddenly behind you in person so when you turn around he’s on one knee with the biggest smile on his face

Would also be the type to do something food related, like hide the ring in a dessert

Knowing his luck though you’d probably accidentally eat it

Or chip a tooth on the ring so that idea is kind of last resort

[Xiaojun

Ok all I’m imagining is that boat scene in Little Mermaid where Sebastian is singing ‘kiss the girl’

And there’s just a bunch of fireflies and it’s dreamy and romantic

Xiaojun’s vibe is just...very much like that

He wants to propose in a very personal intimate way and I can see him taking you to a nice secluded spot

Probably a picnic to watch the sunset together and he has his guitar and tells you he wrote a song just for you

And ofc Xiaojun being Xiaojun I’m sure it isn’t the first time writing a song for you so you probably don’t think much of it

But as it ends he’d tell you he has another surprise and to close your eyes

And then he hands you the prettiest wrapped box and when you open it he asks if you would marry him

And then the two of you kiss just as the sun sets over the horizon

Very Disney

[Hendery

Outwardly he seems like the type to not bring up marriage much and seems quite nonchalant about how he’d propose

But actually I see him being very anxious and might overthink how to propose

He’d look online for ideas

Ask the members, your friends, his sisters, but ultimately he’d still be lost and is nervous about getting it wrong

I feel like he’d definitely want to propose in his hometown close to family to feel reassured but also would just love to tell them you’re now his wife-to-be

Would probably want to propose at a romantic spot like at the beach

But honestly once he decides he wants to marry you I feel he’d be way to giddy

Like he’d say ‘I was going to wait but I can’t anymore’ and before you two leave the house he’d just propose then and there

He’s actually so excited that he forgets to even grab the ring lol

But it’s very cute and he does that squeaky laugh when he’s happy as you say yes

[Yangyang

Yangyang would definitely be the type where the proposal depends on his significant other’s personality

If you’re cool with public proposal than hell yeah he’d take you to like Disney World or some beautiful Resort and proposes to you with a band he hired in the background

Loves the idea of a destination proposal really

Like would want to take you on vacation like the Eiffel tower and propose at the very top

Or you two fly to Germany to Düsseldorf during Christmas so everything is all lit up and pretty

But as nice as all those are I can also see him as being the spontaneous type and just asking if you want to marry him

No plan, no ring, head empty; he just really wants to marry you

Would probably be after something dumb like you win a game of mario kart or something and you taunt him

Or after just getting lunch and you’re talking about your day

Just pops the question out of nowhere blushing and waiting nervously

Once you agree he promises that the honeymoon will be way more romantic

#nct #wayv #wayv imagine #kun #ten #winwin #lucas #xiaojun #hendery #yangyang #hahaha this made me feel even more single #maybe ill do a 127 vers

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Chapter 14: Husband

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“Yeah, you should stay here. We have a wedding to plan tomorrow after all.”

“What?” You say in shock, following after Kita who already is in the house.

The house is exactly the same way when you left. The furniture are still where it used to be. Only difference is that, you aren’t around anymore. Your things aren’t there anymore. Everything in the house is only Kita’s things. The house has developed a widower’s feel while you were gone.

Passing by your room, the feeling of familiarity hits you. You stop yourself from crying, not wanting to cause any more trouble to Kita who you woke up at ungodly hour. As you reach the kitchen, the smell of alcohol reaches your nose. ‘Has he been drinking?’

“I can sleep in my old room...” You tell Kita, stopping in your tracks. Rice is already on the couch, sleeping comfortably on his old spot.

“There’s no more bed there now, you know. Did you forget that you made Osamu take all your things?” Kita reminds you as he eyes you while he continues to walk to his room. Not able to form an answer, you follow him.

Kita takes out a shirt and boxer shorts out of his cabinet and gives it you before he flops back down in his bed. You go to his bathroom and change into his clothes. It’s your first time wearing his clothing and the experience makes you forget everything you’ve been through for the past year. You’re going through that ‘i-am-a-grown-woman-but-i-feel-like-teenage-girl’ phase all over again and because of the same person.

After washing your face, you go back to his room. "Is he drunk?” You wonder as you stare at his sleeping figure. The urge to touch him is taking over you so you let it. Your fingers run through his grey hair, then to his shoulder. They stop on his chest to feel his heart beat. “I miss you...”

Shutting your eyes, you feel your heart ache and ease at the same time. You don’t know if Kita was bluffing or if he was serious about what he said, but you were. You meant every word that you said even if it was just a ramble. You were willing to marry him anytime of the day.

Morning comes and Kita wakes up first, his chest feeling heavy. He looks down and sees your head on his chest, your arm draped over his hips. His eyes squint in confusion. “That wasn’t a dream?” Kita puts the back of his hand on your forehead, making sure you are real and not a hallucination. “You’re really back...” A tear escapes his eye as he caresses your hair.

Kita moves to lay down on his side, letting your head settle on his arm. His eyes travel all over your body, taking all your features in. He silently starts crying, thanking all the stars he wished on, and every god he prayed to. He can’t believe you actually came back.

For a year, Kita tried to get a hold of you but you blocked his number. He even went to Tokyo to explain to you but he didn’t know where to find you. He never gave up on you, thus him being single again for another year. He never felt any interest towards anyone. He lived in chastity to prove to you that he really wanted you back and he was sorry.

The exact opposite of what you were doing. But he won’t be affected if he finds out, right?

Not wanting you to see him cry, he tries to leave the bed, but you hold onto him tightly. “I have to make breakfast,” he reasons, but you just press your face close to his chest.

“You can eat me for breakfast,” you joke, eyes still closed. You feel Kita stiffen from your words before he slowly pinches your arm. You jokingly wince before letting out a chuckle. “Five more minutes of cuddling then I’ll let you cook breakfast.”

“Okay...” Kita kisses your forehead, wrapping his arms around your torso. The two of you stay like that in silence, the quiet you’ve been wanting for a long time. It’s safe to say that Kita is your rest, your charging station, and your battery has been drained. You haven’t seen him for one painful year after all.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” You ask Kita, but he doesn’t answer you so you assume that he was really drunk last night. “Never mind...”

“If you’re asking about the wedding, I’m still thinking of how to propose to you,” Kita confesses, causing you to grin. You sit up, your face hovering over his.

Kita takes in your appearance and notices how you look more mature because of your haircut. Aside from your now shorter locks, he realizes that the way you speak is different from before. You have a much softer and calmer way of talking now.

“But I already proposed to you last night,” you tell him, causing him to cock an eyebrow at you. “So let’s just talk about the wedding or something.”

“Why are you so eager to get married?” Kita asks you seriously so you pout in disappointment. You were so excited from his words last night that you even dreamt about your wedding.

“I just don’t want to lose you again,” you answer, lying back on the bed. Kita moves closer to your body, snuggling his face to your chest.

“We will never lose each other ever again. I promise you that.” Kita kisses you before placing his head back on your bust. Your fingers find their way to his hair, running through his grey locks. “But there are things I want to do before getting married because I might never get to do it...”

“Like what?”

“Take risks and enjoy my youth,” Kita responds. “I don’t regret doing everything by the rules, but sometimes I think about how I should have enjoyed at the same time.”

“Isn’t that regretting?” You chuckle, ruffling his hair.

“Is it?” Kita sits up, smiling at you.

You nod. “You know, even if we’re married, we can still do the things you want to do.”

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You are so wrong. 4 months have passed, and Kita and you haven’t spent much time ever you since you started preparing for your wedding. It’s mostly Kita who processes the papers and such, since you are always busy from work. You constantly had to travel from Tokyo to Osaka because of your job. The two of you decided to postpone the wedding ceremony, but still get married in papers.

“Babe, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, but maybe we should try renovating the house?” You suggest as the two of you eat dinner.

“Sure. I don’t mind,” Kita agrees to your request.

Kita always does. He says yes to everything you want to do. Sometimes you ask him about his opinions, but he just agrees with you. He puts your feelings first before his, that there are times you feel bad about it. You’ve talked to him about it and he said that his grandmother had once told him that if he was to marry he should live by these words.

“What’s hers is hers, and what’s yours is hers.”

Kita doesn’t only apply those words in belongings, but also words. He puts you first no matter what. Basically, Kita worships you. It isn’t obsessive as most will think.

What’s stressing you is that, everyone advised you that “marriage is full of ups and downs.” But your marriage with Kita is a straight unbending 180° line. The two of you even haven’t had sex, much to your disappointment. You don’t know if it’s your busy schedule or Kita’s platonic personality that is causing this linear marriage.

“I plan to add more rooms and maybe a second floor? In case we have children,” You say your idea, taking Kita aback from the word children. He chokes on his food, so you tilt your head to the side in worry. “Do you not want children?”

Kita clears his throat before answering you. “I do. But do you?”

“I wouldn’t bring up the topic of children if I don’t,” you reply proudly and he just shakes his head. “What?”

“(Y/N), you cry when I don’t give you attention for 5 minutes. If we have a kid, I will have divided attention. Are you sure?” Kita tells you, so you start thinking about it.

“When have I cried when you didn’t give me attention?” You ask, not believing his words.

Kita deadpans at you. “Last night.”

“But I still want to have children with you!” You whine and Kita shakes his head once again. “Like my Pinterest feed is full of babies. I’m ready to be a mom!”

“I think it’s too early to think and talk about children.”

“It’s not. Please! I want a baby!”

“That’s only a baby fever. We can have one when you’re actually ready to have one.”

“But-”

“I said what I said. Let’s drop the subject,” Kita says sternly so you just pout and obey him. It’s his first time saying no to your words and you feel so hurt. You have gotten used to him babying you that you forgot how scary he could be. Hurt is an understatement of what to feel at the moment. It sounded like he doubted your readiness as a mother. How does he know about your own capabilities?

The dinner continues awkwardly, Rice staring at the two of you from the corner, probably wondering why you two are quiet. Your phone starts ringing so you check who it is and see Kise’s name shining brightly. You gulp, glancing at Kita who is staring at you with eyes asking who’s calling you.

“Kise!” You fake a chuckle, moving to your room. Kita eyes you suspiciously, wondering why you had to go inside the room just to talk to someone. “Why did you call?”

“I had a flight going to Osaka, and then I remembered you’re near Osaka, right? Wanna go out and have some drinks?”  Kise asks. Not having the heart to say no to the pure soul, you say yes. You change into semi casual clothes and then head out of your room.

“Where are you going?” Kita questions, surprised to see you all dressed up.

“A friend from Tokyo invited me to drink. Do you wanna go with us?” You smile at him awkwardly, forgetting that he’s around. You even forgot that you were in the middle of dinner.

“I’ll stay at home,” Kita replies, putting his chopsticks down.

“Can you drive me to our meeting place?” You request and he nods. He takes the car key from the drawer and heads out before you, Rice following behind him.

Kita opens the door for Rice, letting him sit at the backseat. Then, he opens the door for you, hand on the upper doorway so you don’t bump your head. He puts your seatbelt on for you as well, before giving you a soft kiss on top of your head. It’s the little things that make you fall in love with him over and over again.

In the middle of the drive, Kita speaks up. “I’m sorry for being rude to you a while ago. I know you wanted to talk more about it.”

“It’s fine...” you lower your head, not wanting Kita to see the sad look on your face.

“I’m just worried that you won’t get to enjoy like this if you become a mother. You won’t be able to meet your friends often, you wouldn’t be able to travel as much as now. It’ll be hard for you to give all of these just for motherhood. Let’s enjoy ourselves first, then maybe in the future, we can have an addition to our little family,” Kita explains his side to you, his soft voice soothing the pain you felt. He takes your hand and places a kiss on the back of it, his eyes on the road.

“I love you,” is all you can say, because he’s right. You aren’t ready to give up the life you’re living right now.

“I love you more,” Kita replies, intertwining his fingers with yours.

The rest of ride is silent, since Rice is also asleep at the backseat. You arrive in front of the pub which Kise gave you the address of. “Rice and I will go visit Osamu. Just call me when you want to be picked up.”

“Yes, babe. Thank you,” you thank Kita, giving him a peck on his lips. “You’re the best.”

“Have fun.” Kita gives you a proper kiss before he lets you get out of the car. As he sees you safely enter the pub, he drives off to Osamu’s place. Arriving at his house, he notices his former teammate’s cars parked outside. “They’re all really here.”

Kita and Rice get out of the car, then head up to Osamu’s apartment. He presses the door bell and a few seconds later, Atsumu opens the door. “Oh! Kita’s here! Mr. Married is here!” The blonde shouts and the people inside the house cheers. Rice runs inside the house, greeting familiar people with a lick on their faces.

“I thought you couldn’t come, Shinsuke?” Aran asks the former captain. Kita sits beside him on the couch, Rice jumping to sit on his lap.

“(Y/N) went out with a friend so I was able to come here,” Kita explains.

The truth is, the Inarizaki Volleyball Club is holding a reunion. Kita, as the captain, is of course invited. But the day before, he said he couldn’t come because he didn’t want to leave you alone in your house. He also couldn’t bring you along since Atsumu whined about not bringing partners because he doesn’t have one. So he rejected the invitation, but here he is.

“Want a drink?” Omimi asks Kita and the latter shakes his head.

“No. I got to drive,” Kita reasons, petting Rice to sleep.

Two hours later, Kita receives a call from you, so he assumes that you wanted to be picked up. “I have to go. (Y/N)’s calling.”

“Simp,” Atsumu teases him so Kita flicks his forehead before heading out of Osamu’s place and driving to the pub where he dropped you off.

Kita calls you, not seeing you wait for him outside. He has told you a lot of times not to make him wait if you asked to be picked up. “Where are you? I’m already outside.”

“Babe, I called you a while ago because my friend offered to drive me home. He ordered more drinks and food so...” You reply and Kita immediately feels angry from hearing that you’re drinking with a guy, and just the two of you. How the hell is this guy friend of yours supposed to drive you home when you’re both under the influence of alcohol?

“No. Let’s go home. Right now.” Kita says in a demanding voice and he hears you groan from the other line. A couple of minutes later, he sees you walk out of the pub with Kise. Being the friendly and flirty guy he is, Kise does a quick cheek to cheek with you before letting you leave him. It fuels Kita’s irritation even more.

Kita is a jealous man, he admits that and he won’t even hide it.

“Who was that?” Kita asks as soon as you enter the car.

“I told you. A friend from Tokyo,” you answered, annoyance lingering from your tone.

Kita drives back to your house really fast. The ride back home actually scared you a little bit, since Kita wasn’t paying attention to the road signs and stoplights. He is as angry as you are.

As you enter the house, Kita slams the door close, startling you. “I’m gonna ask you again. Who was that?” You roll your eyes and ignore him, annoying Kita even more. “(Y/N), you’re a married woman. You shouldn’t drink like that alone with other guys.”

“And why is that?” You cock an eyebrow at him and he sighs heavily.

“It’s because I feel uncomfortable,” Kita answers you straightforwardly, his response making you scoff.

“You feel uncomfortable because I was with a friend? Is this because of jealousy?” You snap, testing the waters. Kita bites his lower lip, controlling his anger. “You know, just because we’re married, it doesn’t mean that you get to control my life.”

Your words hit Kita like a train traveling at a high speed. While he dedicates his whole life to you, and then there you are, acting as if marriage is just dating. He feels so stupid doing everything for you, and you’re not even giving half the effort.

Ever since you got married, Kita does everything to make life easier for you. He cooks you breakfast, lunch and dinner every single day. He doesn’t put up a fight with you because he knows how much stress you get from work. He cancels plans with friends just so he could spend time with you since you barely had free time. He doesn’t even ask for attention from even if he’s dying to take you out on a date, because he knows you prioritize your work instead of him. You wouldn’t even free your schedule for you wedding ceremony.

Of course you don’t notice Kita’s pent up frustration because you think that’s just who he is. But no, he tries so hard to be the best husband to you but you’re not even trying to be a wife to him.

But today is when his patience runs thin. First, you leave him to eat alone in the middle of dinner. Second, you suddenly say you’re leaving and drinking out with a friend. Third, you allow this friend to be touchy and too friendly with you.

“You know what, (Y/N), I don’t think this is jealousy anymore. As a husband, I feel so disrespected, but I don’t think you know that because you don’t see me as one.”

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Facts:

When asked what marriage means to them, Japanese university students tend to use words like “respect, acceptance” and “caring, help and being there” while American university students tended to use words like “important, essential” and “unconditional."

Ordinary Japanese rarely had their marriages formalized or had any kind of wedding or ceremony. Traditionally, once a man began regularly visiting a woman the were considered married. Later when the man's mother considered herself no longer able to do her household chores by herself she asked her son's "wife" to move in. This occasion was often accompanied by a small party to introduce her to the neighbors.

The Democratic Party of Japan government elected in August 2009 wanted to introduce legislation that allowed married couples to use separate surnames.

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Quarantine Lovers (Part 3) | Charlie Gillespie

A/N: Happy Halloween, you guys! I hope you’ve had an amazing day so far, whether you go all out for the holiday or not! Hope you enjoy this little imagine-fic-thing of celebrating Halloween in quarantine with Charlie :) Love you guys! xxx

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 2, 827

Happy Halloween, Witches

Ah, 2020. The year that canceled everything thus far. No traveling, no real summer. You couldn’t even get back to work and neither could Charlie. You had spent your time writing up ideas for new shows and pitching some ideas over Zoom to the rest of the Outer Banks writing team. It sucked. Mostly because you couldn’t see any family or friends in real life. And now that October has come around, it seems nothing has changed much. In fact, it’s gotten even worse. 

There was a second lockdown looming and you could just about see  your perfect Halloween night shattering right before your eyes. Sure, you were just planning on inviting some friends over and watching horror movies, eating pizza and snacks, but it still sucked that wouldn’t happen now after all. 

Charlie had noticed on Monday how bummed you were when you realized things were getting worse. He knew how much you loved the holiday and how excited you were to see friends and spend some time with them. So, he set his plan in motion. 

On Saturday morning, you wake up to a cold, empty bed and the sound of clanging pans and cutlery coming from the kitchen. Confused, and still a little sleep-drunk, you get out of bed and slip on Charlie’s sweater to keep you at least a little warm since you were just wearing a shirt of his. (You’d almost think you don’t ever wear your own clothes anymore). From the little corridor that connects the bedrooms to the living and kitchen area, you can already spot him at the stove. Curious and a little endeared that he’d be cooking this early in the morning, you make your way towards him, only to be surprised by the living room being coated in full Halloween gear. Spiders in spider webs everywhere, pumpkins, skeletons, ghosts in every nook and cranny. 

“Char… Wha--?” he turns to you, eyes widening first before his smile appears instead. 

“Get back to bed, I was gonna wake you up with a song.” You walk over to him, peeking over his shoulder to what he’s making. Pumpkin pancakes. He’s actually making pancakes in the form of little pumpkins. Could he be any cuter? 

“You’ve missed your true calling, baby,” you tell him and kiss his bare shoulder. A light chuckle arises from his body, making his shoulders shake slightly. You then turn around to eye the feast he had already spread out on the table. 

Everything is in theme. Halloween doughnuts, a giant fake pumpkin with fruit seeping out of its mouth. You assume he just went on Pinterest to inspire him and then, when walking down the aisles in the shops, just grabbed everything that seemed even slightly Halloweeny. “Can I help you with anything?” you ask, looking around for a job to do. Charlie turns around to place the plate with a pile of pumpkin pancakes on the table, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as he leaned past  you. 

“No, I got it covered,” he presses a kiss to your hair before turning to go to the fridge. “Sit down, baby.” Slightly disgruntled, you sigh and sit down on the chair closest to you. 

“Why are we doing this, Gillespie? Got something to make up for?” you ask teasingly after taking another glance at the breakfast spread in front of you. 

“Can’t I just surprise my girlfriend with the breakfast of dreams?” He asks and places a hand on the back of your neck while leaning forward to pour some orange juice into a glass. His fingers softly scratch your scalp, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. “Besides, I noticed how bummed you were about our plans with our friends falling apart, so I came up with a plan to make it the best Halloween I could, despite being stuck inside with me.” You nearly melt at this idea of his. He did all of this. For you. Just because you were bummed about cancelled plans. How did you ever earn a beautiful, good soul like him? 

“I would’ve enjoyed just watching movies tonight with you, too, you goof,” you say, which sends a smile right up to his lips. “But thank you.” He leans down to press his lips on yours quickly before turning to grab a few more things and then joining you at the table. 

“So, I have an entire day of fun things planned for us,” he starts when you take your first bite of pumpkin pancake, a delightful moan escaping  your lips at the amazing taste tingling your taste buds. Charlie shoots you an amused look with risen eyebrows and a smirk. 

“These are good!” you exclaim, “But go on, what are the fun things you planned?” Charlie is seemingly brought back into reality by that question as he slightly shakes his head and blinks his eyes a few times quickly. 

“So, remember when you kinda joked we should go as each other for Halloween?” You nod your head slowly, that was something you did suggest as a Halloween costume last month when you were planning the whole night. All your friends would’ve come dressed up. It was mandatory to do so on Halloween, you thought. “I think we should do it. We should dress as each other and then we’re going to the shops to get us some tools and pumpkins…” Your eyes widen at this, already know what the rest of his plan is. 

“We’re gonna carve pumpkins?!” you nearly scream. This makes him laugh, shaking his head at how freaking adorable you are with your little bounds of excitement. It’s the same way he gets excited about the things he’s passionate about. 

“Yes, we are! And then we’re gonna bake some Halloween cookies, order pizza and watch movies all night long!” You shriek with exhilaration, and get up to run around the table towards your boyfriend, attacking him with your lips on his. He chuckles against your lips, pulling you down to his lap. You deepen the kiss while your hands tangle up in his hair. This makes him stop giggling as he melts right into you, his hands roaming from your waist down your thigh and back up. 

“You are the greatest boyfriend, you know that?” you tell him when you pull back, resting your forehead against his and staring in his eyes. He pecks your lips once more before leaning over to grab a piece of fruit and feeding it to you. 

“You deserve it, baby,” he tells you with a shrug whilst you grab another piece of fruit and hold it out to him to eat. “We both love Halloween, so it seemed a little lame to just watch movies together,  you know? That’s a regular Thursday in this household.” You giggle at that. He’s not wrong. During lockdown, you’ve watched so many movies, you’ve lost count. 

“I love you,” you whisper and kiss him again. The taste of strawberry still faintly on his lips. 

“I love you too, like so much.” He plants another kiss on your lips before you both turn back to your breakfast, but staying where you are; on his lap. You feed each other fruit and pancakes and doughnuts whilst chatting about how excited you were about the entire day. 

After breakfast, he let you get dressed first whilst he cleaned up the kitchen. You’d suggested to help, but he insisted on you getting dressed and ready instead. So, you do. You shower, dry your hair and curl it, then put on very minimal makeup, just to hide those bags and blemishes. As an outfit, you picked out some dungarees (because, let’s be honest, Charlie looked cutest in his dungarees), steal his Sunset Curve Summer Tour ‘95 shirt to go underneath it and your white Adidas on your feet. You also steal one of his snapbacks since his lockdown-hair has needed some support to keep it out of his eyes. 

Once ready, you check yourself in the full-length mirror, then nod, satisfied with the ensemble. You can’t wait to see Charlie’s reaction to this costume of yours or what he has planned for his costume. 

“Cover your eyes!” you yell into the direction of the living room. 

“Covered!” he yells back, and you make your way cautiously into the living room where you find Charlie on the couch with his phone in his lap and his hands over his eyes. He looks like an actual toddler like this. It’s the most endearing thing you’d ever seen, so you quickly snap a picture before stepping in front of him. 

“Okay, open.” He slowly takes his hands away from his eyes, and lets them wander over your entire body. His lips part as some excess air needs to leave his lungs from that breath-taking view in front of him. “You like it?” you ask, twirling around, so he can see the entire thing. He quickly places his phone on the couch and stands up, placing his hands on your waist. 

“You look better in this outfit than I ever would, Gorgeous,” he mumbles before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “You make me crazy, Y/L/N.” You comb your fingers through the front of his hair, making his gorgeous eyes more visible to you. 

“Ditto, Gillespie,” you whisper and kiss him once again. “Now, you get dressed. I’m curious to see what you come up with.” After having kissed your nose quickly, he dashes past you and into the bedroom, leaving you all by yourself. It takes him about fifteen minutes before his voice chimes through the apartment. 

“I’m ready! Close your eyes!” You place your hands over your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips in excitement. “Okay, open.” His voice sounds closer, a little teasing, even. You slowly remove your hands, your eyes widening and your mouth dropping at the sight in front of you. He’s wearing a loose, black boiler suit, complete with red-and-white belt, exactly how you’d wear it. On his feet, he’s wearing Dr. Martin’s ankle boots. 

“This is the best thing I ever did see!” you exclaim excitedly as he makes a little twirl. “We need to take a photo!” You grab your phone from the pocket of your dungarees and get it set up on a self-timer and so that it takes multiple pictures in one take before placing it on the tv stand. Once you press the button, you hurry to Charlie, who has his arms open. 

“Jump!” he says, and you quickly do so, wrapping  your legs around his waist at the same moment your phone starts taking the pictures. For the next few, you keep your feet on the floor, leaning against your boyfriend. The first ones, you’re looking at the camera, but Charlie’s looking at you. Then you’re looking at him but he’s not. And on the last one, you’re staring in each other’s eyes with wide smiles on your faces. For the last group of shots, you squat down and cross your arms, Charlie following your example. In the second shot, you both hold your hand up in a rock sign, sticking out your tongues. The last one of that group of pictures is of both of you falling on your butts due to the lack of balance. 

“Those last ones are hilarious,” he says, pointing at the ones where you’re both on your ass, throwing your head back with laughter. “Let’s go get our pumpkins now first!” 

Back home with the two biggest pumpkins you could find, -- there weren’t very many left -- the two of you start by covering the floor with an old sheet before getting your new utensils out and starting the carving process. While you’re spooning out pumpkin seeds, there’s music playing in the background, and the two of you are talking about what you’re about to do to the pumpkins. Charlie’s going to go for a Pennywise face whilst you’re cutting out three ghosts. He couldn’t help but smile at that idea of yours. You really were the cutest when you’re in your element about this holiday. 

“I think I’m done,” you say, leaning back to take a last look at the entire finished product. Charlie rests his head on your shoulder, peeking over to see your piece of art. “The guitars were really hard to do.” You point to Ghost Reggie’s bass and Ghost Luke’s guitar. “But the drumsticks were easy.” Charlie chuckles and plants a kiss underneath your ear, tasting a bit of pumpkin. This makes him scrunch his nose in disgust. Raw pumpkin does not taste that great.

“How in the holy hell did you get a little pumpkin behind your ear?” he asks and takes his finger to wipe any residue away. 

“I’ve got no clue,” you say and turn your head to face him, only to find a pumpkin seed stuck in his long hair. A laugh erupts from your body, shaking you from head to toe. “You’ve got some in your hair.” He tries to pluck it out, but keeps missing, so you help him out instead. “I shouldn’t have showered this morning,” you laugh, shaking your head at your own stupid desicion. Charlie laughs too before getting up with his pumpkin in hands. 

“Let’s put them on the kitchen island,” he suggests and makes his way there. “I’ll grab some tealights.” While he does that, you get up too and place  your Julie and The Phantoms one next to his Pennywise one. They don’t look too bad in your opinion. 

Charlie returns with two little tealights and places one in each pumpkin whilst you grab the matches, but Charlie stops you before you can light them. “It’s still light out, babe. That’s not gonna have much effect,” he chuckles. “We’ll light them later. Let’s bake now!” You nod your head vigorously and skip into the kitchen. 

That afternoon is spent baking cookies and cupcakes, and ends in a food fight with flour everywhere. To say this is the best Halloween you ever had would be the biggest understatement of the year. Even though it’s not exactly how you planned it, it’s still the most perfect day ever, thanks to Charlie. And that’s not even all he’d planned. 

By nightfall, the two of you had lit your pumpkins, placed the treats on the coffee table and had a movie ready to play on the tv when Charlie’s phone started to ring. A little confused and disgruntled about the interruption, you peer over his shoulder to see who’s calling him. Owen Joyner wants to facetime Julie and the Phantoms

Charlie glances at you with a smirk on his face before picking up the phone. The blonde guy you’ve come to love appears on the small screen, along with Jeremy and Carolynn, and Madison.

“Hey guys!” Charlie greets excited while you offer an excited wave. 

“Happy Halloween, Witches!” Owen yells. That’s when  you realize they, too, are dressed up. Owen has fake blood run from his lip and has a black cape draped over his shoulders. Carolynn and Jeremy are dressed as angel and devil whilst Madison is a witch. 

“What are you dressed as?” Owen asks, peering at his screen to try and figure it out. 

“Each other!” you reply, which sends all of them into a fit of laughter. 

“That’s very original!” Carolynn compliments. “You rock those dungarees, Y/N!”

“Thanks, angel,” you retort, a little flustered at the compliment. 

The FaceTime call lasts for about an hour and a half until Charlie decides to call it quits and start watching movies instead. You bid your goodbyes to your friends before cuddling up to Charlie as he puts his phone away. 

“This has really been the greatest Halloween, Char. Thank you,” you whisper and lean up to meet his lips for a sweet, long kiss. 

“Anything for you, Gorgeous.” You lie down on his chest again, getting kissed on the head as  you do so. You can’t help but sigh happily. Charlie really went all out with the surprises. From the breakfast spread to carving pumpkins and baking Halloween cookies to the surprise phone call from the guys and even the costume. 

That night, you post a bunch of pictures to Instagram. The first is one of the posed one of your outfits, then follows the one of Charlie covering his eyes on the sofa, your carved pumpkins and the one picture where you’ve both fallen on your ass after losing balance. 

“Wanna thank this little goofball for going all out on my favorite day of the year. Guess I should be more bummed about little things from now on if it means getting pumpkin pancakes, dressing up as each other and all the other amazing surprises. Thank you, baby. You really are the greatest of all time. @charles_gillespie 💗 Happy Halloween, Witches! 🎃”

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