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jqngkooz · 5 months

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tis the damn season’ (2) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+ (no smut in this chapter just a makeout scene 🙈)

genre: f2l? more like idiots to lovers, mutual pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut

warnings: infidelity and just general bad decision making skills lmao, jealousy, arguing, swearing, one mention of a dick, kissing, making out. jk’s a bit of a player but he has his reasons.

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: pt.2 is here!!!! so sorry it took a while. enjoy :)

summary: When Jimin convinces you to spend christmas in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with your entire friend group, you’re forced to face the feelings that you’ve been suppressing for your best friend Jungkook after all these years.

“I must say, you’re the most stable person I know and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you crumble like this.” Yoongi is kind enough to be up at 6 am with Jungkook, making him coffee as he sits at the kitchen island with his head on the cold surface.

He spent the whole night tossing and turning next to the girl he’d stupidly invited in an attempt to not seem like a loser to you. Clearly, you didn’t feel the same way, that was evident by the fact that you almost married another man and still didn’t even reach out when you broke the engagement off. He just didn’t want you to think he was a loser who had spent the last three months sulking. He had.

“I know, I’m a mess,” Jungkook starts, face pressed into the table, “and she’s nice, Isabelle I mean, and I like her…”

Yoongi places the cup of coffee next to Jungkook and finishes his sentence for him, “But she’s not y/n.”

It’s weird. In senior year Jungkook had gotten a girlfriend. She was a cheerleader with a swishy ponytail that had latched onto your friend group, always wanting to be around him. You’d gotten weirdly distant at that time, cancelling your after-school study sessions only for him to find out you were doing them with Jimin instead. It’s like sometimes he got the feeling that you didn’t want him to be with other people and that gave him hope that you might have felt the same, but you never told him. No angry love confessions in the rain, nothing. You never made a move. And it messed with his head until he felt dizzy and utterly confused about just what the hell you wanted.

“Did you invite her here just to make y/n jealous?” Namjoon’s voice booms a little too loud as he comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, causing Jungkook to sit up and wince.

He sighs, “Yes, well- no not exactly.”

“Then why?”

He looks up at Namjoon who looks slightly disappointed and his heart pangs a little, suddenly feeling like that 15-year-old who would do anything for Joon’s approval again.

He groans, “I thought she’d be mad and ignore me or something.”

Namjoon shakes his head, he knows you would never.

“I just thought if I brought another girl she’d think that I moved on and we could just go back to being normal again.”

Jungkook looks up at Yoongi as if he’s checking for approval, he’s met with a very disapproving stare. Yoongi sighs, “Jungkook, are you stupid?”

He frowns, big round eyes staring at Yoongi. “No?” Maybe he was, waiting 10 years to tell you he loved you when it was far too late was kind of stupid.

“She loves you, you realise that right?”

Jungkook sighs, “Yeah I know b-”

Yoongi cuts him off, “No, not as a friend idiot. She loves you.” He shakes his head rapidly.

“You know she messaged me every week asking how you were after you fell out? She made me send pictures of you and Bam because she missed you. Jungkook, you put her in an awkward situation, she was engaged. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t feel the same way. You never asked her how she felt, did you?”

Taehyung knows Jungkook like the back of his hand. He knows that his guilty pleasure is chilli cheese fries, he remembers a time in college when that was all he ate for an entire week. He knows that Jungkook unwinds on a weekend by watching crappy reality tv because he caught him one time before he could change the channel. He also knows that Jungkook doesn’t like losing. And that’s how he knows this plan will work.

Truthfully, Tae has always been flirty with you. He’s flirty with everyone, but you usually laugh him off, never taking his compliments seriously. That’s why Jungkook’s a little confused at your sudden interest in him. All day you’ve been clinging to him and laughing at his jokes like he’s the funniest guy in the world. Jungkook knows he’s not that funny. Even now as you all attempt to build snowmen in the cabin’s garden you both look like something out of a hallmark movie, all bundled up with hats and scarves as you throw snowballs at each other.

It’s Seokjin who notices Jungkook’s frown as he stands next to his snowman watching you and Tae.

“Why is your snowman buff?”

Jungkook breaks his gaze away from you two, turning to Seokjin. He can still hear your giggles as Tae shoves snow down the back of your coat and chases you with another lump of it that’s probably big enough to knock you out.

He shrugs, “Wanted it to look like me. Why does yours have a dick?”

“Wanted it to look like me.” Seokjin remarks, eliciting probably Jungkook’s first smile today. “What’s got you all frowny?”

Jungkook shakes his head, the tassels on his woolly hat shaking with him, “Ah, nothing.”

“Does that ‘nothing’ have to do with those two?”

Now his attention’s back on you again. You’re far too close to Taehyung’s face, brushing snow off of his cheeks and apologising, saying you hadn’t meant to actually get him in the face.

“Just didn’t know they were that close.”

“They’re not usually.”

It’s when you come jogging towards Jungkook and Seokjin that the conversation stops. You’re a little out of breath from all the running as you stand in front of them, admiring Jungkook’s snowman with a smile.

“Always the perfectionist. Mine’s already fallen apart. How is yours so stable?” You laugh.

“I dunno.” He answers, unusually sharply and it has you turning to look at him with a cock of your head.

“Everything okay?”

That’s Seokjin’s cue to leave and he busies himself with trying to kick Jimin’s work of art down.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” He doesn’t know where to look and settles on his shoes. At least they’re not boring into his soul like your eyes are right now.

“Okay yeah, I don’t know. Just checking.” You smile again as if you truly have no idea why he seems upset. Of course you do, yours and Tae’s whole act is painfully obvious to everyone else in the cabin, but Jungkook isn’t exactly the most rational thinker when it comes to you. “Where’s Isabelle?”

“Oh, she’s uh, inside. She doesn’t like snow.”

You frown, “Who doesn’t like snow?”

He shrugs, finally looking up at you.

“I think my toes are gonna freeze off if I’m out here any longer. I’m gonna go warm up so I’ll check up on her.” You add.

No. That’s the worst thing that could happen. You and Isabelle alone? Talking? She’d surely tell you that she wasn’t actually Jungkook’s girlfriend, just a casual hook-up and that she has no real idea why he invited her. He shudders at the thought.

“So you’re not dating?”

Once you’d pressed yourself up against the heater until your fingers gained some colour again and double-layered on fresh socks, you padded down the stairs to find Isabelle sitting on the couch alone.

“No. He made it very clear it was nothing more than sex for him, which is fine, but I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore, in life you know?”

You nod. Isabelle is lovely, she’s sweet and gentle and you’re sure you would have been friends in another life if she wasn’t fucking the guy you’d been pining over for years.

“And I guess I’m a little confused. When I brought up getting more serious he avoided the conversation and things got awkward. Then he invites me here, it’s all a little confusing. I don’t wanna talk badly about him, I know he’s your best friend and he’s a great guy but- I feel like he’s messing with me.”

“Isabelle, this is our first conversation and I can already tell how good of a person you are. I care about Jungkook too but you’d be crazy to think that hook-ups are all you deserve,” You sigh, “If you want something more, go and find someone willing to give you that.”

And you truly mean that. Sure, you’d had conversations with his past girlfriends like this, and maybe those times you had an ulterior motive when you advised them to go and find someone else, but seeing her sit in front of you so vulnerable, you mean it this time.

She nods, “I’m well into my 20’s, I’ve never had a serious relationship and I want it. I want kids one day. I want it all. How do you do it?”

That makes you laugh.

“Not very successfully. I was engaged, for a while. I broke it off a few months ago. He was a nice guy, he was stable and he was always there, but I never had that feeling you know? That teenage excitement. I never felt that with him.”

Well, that’s not entirely untrue. He never did give you that electric feeling that you’ve always been searching for, you just leave out that only Jungkook seems to give it to you. You’d had endless arguments with Mark where he’d pressed you to just tell him why you weren’t putting your whole heart into it. He could always tell that he was far more invested than you were, and he knew the reason why. He knew exactly what, or who, was stopping you from fully committing to him. He hadn’t blamed you as you left him, he understood that you just don’t pick who you love.

When everyone starts piling in from the garden, you excuse yourself into helping an almost frozen Taehyung warm up.

Jungkook can’t bear the sight. You carefully take off Tae’s hat and scarf as you rub his arms in an attempt to warm him up while he watches you far too lovingly. He’d rather retreat upstairs to his room and let his head spin with the image of you and Tae and the worry of what you and Isabelle had been talking about while he slips further and further into madness. He doesn’t expect you to follow though, bumping into you in the hallway.

“Hey,” you start, “can we talk?”

“About what?” He’s still pulling on a fresh sweater as you stand in front of him in the quiet hallway. All the noise of the house is coming from downstairs and he worries you can hear his heartbeat in the quiet up here.

“What are you doing with Isabelle?”

That catches him off guard and he frowns down at you. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair messing with her like that? I’m only saying this as your friend, she’s such a nice girl. What exactly are you doing?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating?”

You cross your arms. It’s one of his more frustrating traits, pretending he doesn’t understand when he doesn’t want to talk about something.

“Jungkook.” You deadpan.

He runs a hand through his hair, “No, I’m sorry, I don’t understand why you’re interfering with my love life. I don’t know what she said to you but what we have right now is working perfectly fine.”

You scoff, loudly. How very rich of him, to criticise you for interfering when that’s all he’s done to you your whole life, interfere with every guy you’ve ever liked. “Seriously? You wanna talk about interfering?”

He laughs dryly, looking away from you. He knows you’re right. All he can do is attempt to deflect.

“I didn’t interfere with you and Mark. I never did, I told you how I felt. It’s different.”

“What and you think I was able to just carry on after that confession? You think I brushed that off like it was nothing?”

“Sure seemed like it.”

Now he’s just being hurtful, and he knows it. He can see it in your eyes. Whenever he’s mean to you, you get a look. Eyes glossy and eyebrows peaked in confusion.

“That’s not fair Jungkook.”

“What’s fair about any of this?” His voice is louder now and you pray everyone downstairs isn’t listening in on the conversation, especially not the girl he brought here. “What was fair about you turning me away that night? Do you think it was easy for me to see you with him? It was fucking horrible, okay? I hated every second you were with him. Now today you’re hanging off of Tae’s arm. So excuse me if I’m not being fair, I’m not exactly having a nice time right now.”

Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and you mentally scold yourself for being so damn emotional. You know he can see right through you right now. He stands with a hand on his hip, looking like he’s mad at you and you hate it. You hate it so much that your face tells him just how much you hate it.

He continues, a little softer this time, “I just mean that maybe I’m not exactly over what happened, okay? You didn’t even hear me out. You dropped me from your life. That’s hard to get over and I’m- I don’t know.”

“I had to drop you Jungkook. There was no chance of me having a successful relationship with you in my life.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re exasperated now, frustrated that you have to spell everything out for him. This time your voice is louder. “God, every single boyfriend I’ve ever had has hated you. You have literally ruined all of my relationships and you don’t even realise it. I couldn’t physically bring myself to commit to anybody with you looming over me, always like a damn question mark in my head, okay?”

Truthfully, he had no idea you felt like that. He’s always been pretty poor at picking up on hints and cues and he completely missed that. He always felt that you meant so much more to him than he meant to you. You went about your life and your relationships just fine while he sat at home and yearned for you, that’s what he had thought up until now.

“What?” Is all he can manage.

“How am I supposed to be with other people when you’re always a possibility? As soon as I think I’m finally over you, you come back and-”

“Over me?” He steps towards you, like a reflex at your words. “What do you mean over me?”

“You know what I mean.” You’re practically whispering now. It’s somehow embarrassing to be so vulnerable and you feel even more sympathy towards the Jungkook who turned up at your door and confessed to you now that you’re in his place.

“You never even told me you liked me, now you’re telling me you’re over me?”

“How could I tell you Jungkook? I was engaged.”

His head is a complete mess, spinning and cartwheeling.

“You’re telling me that that night, when I told you I loved you, you didn’t turn me away because you didn’t feel the same?”

“No!” You shake your head, “I thought it was so obvious, how was it not obvious to you? I turned you away because breaking one guy's heart was easier than breaking two. If I told you I felt the same, Mark would have left. That’s why I had to leave him because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair being with him when I’m in love with someone else, okay?”

He’s completely silent. Just staring down at you. There’s a lot he wants to say, years and years worth of things, but his brain can’t even string two words together. Maybe he is stupid, but he never thought that you felt the same. Of course, he considered it a possibility, but a far-fetched one. Hearing you say that you love him doesn’t even feel real, he’s not even sure if he’s awake right now.

“You love me?”

“Yes. And you’ve moved on and I know that’s my fault because I missed my chance to tell you I felt the same but-”

He cuts off your rambling, “I haven’t. Moved on I mean. Not at all.”

“You invited a girl. Obviously, you have, and that’s fine.”

Now he has that desperate look again, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes dart across your face. “We’re not serious. I’m in love with someone else.”

It’s your turn for your head to spin. Sure, he’d said it once before, but you never expected he’d still feel the same way. It’s weird, how you two always seem to pull together. No matter how bad of a time it is, it’s like you can’t stay away from each other. Even now with your faces inches apart, you’re spiked with the horrible feeling that you’re doing something bad. Even if he’s not serious with her, it’s not right for her to be sitting downstairs while he’s up here with you, yet again confessing his love.

“What’s going on with you and Taehyung?” He says quietly.

You reply far too quickly, “Nothing. Was trying to make you jealous.”

That’s enough for him and he steps impossibly closer again. He sucks in a sharp breath, looking down at your face as if he’s weighing up whether or not this is a bad decision. The little devil on his shoulder wins because he’s grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. It’s hungry and desperate the way he kisses you like he can’t bear not being on your lips for a second longer. You melt into him as you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. You can taste just how sweet this moment is and you savour every second of his vulnerability.

“Bad idea” You mumble onto his lips as his hands move from your face to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you flush against him.

“Don’t care.” He replies, pulling back for a second to catch his breath. You pull him back in, afraid that if he has even a second to think this through you might lose him, but he kisses like he wouldn’t dream of letting you go. He lets none of you go to waste and it’s a dance of tangled breaths as he finally softens, slowing down a little. He pulls away again, looking at you for a while before planting a small kiss on your mouth, pulls away, and plants another one. You feel winded, you’re out of breath, your lips a little swollen and your chest heaves slowly with an endearing warmth that you swear you’ve never felt before. It’s Jimin calling your name from the bottom of the stairs that makes you both jump and pull away from each other.

“We should probably go down.” He breathes out, scratching the back of his head. It’s so charming, how he kisses you like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have and almost immediately regresses into his shy self the minute he pulls away. His cheeks are dusted red and his lips are covered with your pink, smudged around his mouth and down his chin a little.

“You have lipstick all over you.” You point out, giggling quietly.

“Oh shit. Get it off.”

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fics-n-stuff · 2 years

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The Interview (and the year and a half to follow)

Pairing: Eddie Munson × Steve Harrington

Summary: When rockstar Eddie Munson reveals that he's married, and to a teacher no less, his fans don't know what to do with themselves. Steve and Eddie, especially Eddie, love the chaos. And he can't help but keep declaring his love for his mystery husband.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: This is a modern AU in which Steddie are in their early thirties and everyone else is aged up accordingly, and it's truly incredibly sappy. I wrote this all in one go at 2-4am before a shift at 9am, so it could be a masterpiece or it could be crap. You decide!

"My husband is a middle school teacher." Eddie had said, just trying to give the interviewer a little bit of background on his life. He hadn't expected it to set the internet on fire.

HE'S MARRIED?? TO A TEACHER?????

I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT HIS HUSBAND COULD BE LIKE!!!

IS IT AN OPPOSITES ATTRACT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP OR IS EDDIE'S HUSBAND JUST THE MOST HARDCORE TEACHER EVER??

ONLY A LEGEND LIKE EDDIE MUNSON COULD DROP SUCH A BOMBSHELL SO CASUALLY!!

"Eds, what the hell did you do?"

"All I did was say that my husband is a middle school teacher and now everyone's obsessed with you. I think they like the idea that I have a soft side."

"You're nothing but soft sides." Steve chuckled, engulfing Eddie in his arms as they cuddled on the couch. "Maybe I should be the famous one."

"In your dreams, Harrington." Eddie scoffed, playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

"If they like the idea that you're secretly a softie, maybe you should tell them that we're an emergency foster home. Or that we have seven pseudo-children."

"One thing at a time, babe. I don't want to set the world on fire."

Eddie didn't do another interview for a while. He was busy producing his band's next album, their fifth one, and spending time with friends and family between tours. But when Corroded Coffin was invited to be the musical guest on a late night show two months later, partly to promote a movie that Eddie was in (it would be his acting debut and he would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified that people would think he was absolutely horrendous), he had almost forgotten about the frenzy he had whipped his fanbase into at the reveal of the existence of his husband.

"So, a couple of months ago you let slip that your husband is a teacher." The host said to him when he sat down after performing his song, and the audience cheered. These were the questions they wanted answered.

"Yeah, a lot of people were surprised to hear that I'm married but I've been wearing a wedding ring for six years." Eddie smiled, holding his left hand up to the camera to display the simple silver wedding band on his ring finger. "I guess nobody really noticed because I wear a lot of rings."

"That's insane, you've been married for six years?" The host exclaimed, and Eddie nodded with a chuckle. "I have to ask, how did you two meet? I mean, a heavy metal rockstar and a middle school teacher are not a conventional pair."

"We met in high school." Eddie answered, and the audience awed. "Well, technically, he had just graduated high school and I was on my second repeat of senior year. We met through some mutual friends."

"That's so sweet. Isn't that so sweet?" The audience cheered at the host's prompt and Eddie giggled, his hair falling into his face. "Was it a love at first sight thing? How did you end up together?"

"Um, kind of. It was strange, he was a popular jock in high school and I was about as weird and unpopular as they got, but once we got to know each other outside of school we clicked fast. And he's hot, like really hot, so I fell immediately." The crowd laughed.

"Wow, that's fantastic. But, anyway, I need to move on before I get carried away. Let's talk about this movie you're in."

"Yes, let's."

Steve was watching the show at home, sat on the couch with Robin on one side and Dustin on the other who were poking and teasing him as they watched the tooth-rottingly sweet interview. Robin was the one who hopped onto Twitter to see what people were saying, and, once again, social media was ablaze. #eddiemunsonhusband was trending the whole next day, and Steve and Eddie found it hugely amusing.

Eddie slowly started opening up about his personal life after the overwhelmingly positive response to all his husband talk. At the premier of his movie, he walked Robin down the red carpet with him, telling the interviewers that the two of them and his husband were all roommates for a few years in his early twenties. In a radio interview he did in the lead up to his album release, he talked about how he ran the Hellfire Club in high school and how he was still friends with and still semi-regularly DMed for the kids that were in the club, and he told them about how one of the Hellfire kids was the one to initially introduce him to his husband. When the album released and the band did an interview with Rolling Stone, he told them about how supportive everyone in his life was of his music. He told them about the night's he would stay up writing Corroded Coffin's first album, his husband - then boyfriend - doting on him the entire time. And all of this served to fan the flames of his follower base because, even in opening up about his life and his friends and family, he never revealed who his husband was.

Steve didn't go to many of Eddie's public appearances. He never had; it wasn't his scene. And when he did, they kept their distance and kept things discreet until they were inside and there were no more cameras. When Eddie went out and released another morsel of information about his life, Steve sat at home grading papers or planning lessons and smiling to himself about his chaotic rockstar husband.

And then it was time for Eddie to go on tour again. Steve hated saying goodbye when Eddie went on tour.

The tour started in California and slowly snaked it's way across all fifty states, stealing Eddie away from their home in Indianapolis for six months. The faculty at Steve's school kept asking what was wrong in the first few weeks after Eddie left. He told them that his husband was travelling for work.

Eddie missed Steve too. Unapologetically so. For the first time on tour, he felt comfortable mentioning his husband. Every other night he brought up how much he missed him, usually as an introduction to one of their songs; one of the softer ones, off of their third album, that he wrote about Steve right after they got married. The audience ate it up every time. His bandmates always rolled their eyes and teased him after the show.

Eddie's tour landed back in Indiana right after Spring Break. Steve was thrilled to have him back, even if it was brief before he moved on to the next state. And Eddie was thrilled to know that, as he played his first night in Indianapolis, Steve was out in the crowd watching. Will, El and Mike had been out in the crowd when he played in California, Max and Lucas had come to see him in their recent new home of Chicago, and Erica, Nancy and Johnathan would be there when he played in New York City. But tonight he knew that Steve was out there in the crowd, with Dustin and Robin, screaming and cheering for him like he had from the start.

"Alright, this is the part of the show where I normally get all sappy about how much I miss my husband." Eddie said into the microphone, his skin gleaming with sweat. His fans cheered. "But not tonight. Because tonight, I'm pleased to say, my husband is here in the crowd." His fans screamed even louder. "And no matter how much you try you're not gonna spot him. You wanna know why? Because he's wearing my clothes so that he blends in with the crowd." Eddie grinned. The audience went wild. "This next one's just for you, sweetheart."

Out in the audience, dressed in a pair of Eddie's black jeans, a pair of Eddie's bulky boots and a t-shirt from Corroded Coffin's last tour, Steve felt his heart swell.

A year after the revelation of Eddie Munson's husband came the revelation of Eddie Munson's kid. Like the chaos gremlin he is, Eddie took to Twitter on a Thursday afternoon and casually announced that he and his husband were fostering a kid with the intention to adopt.

Like clockwork, the internet set ablaze.

The eleven year old girl had been in Steve and Eddie's care three times over the past two years before the adoption, spending about eight months in their care over the three stays. Then, when Eddie had been in the last month of his tour, Steve got the call that a kid needed a place to stay. Steve had got the second bedroom ready with clean bedding, made sure the cupboards were stocked with snacks. And when the social workers arrived, the girl had launched herself into Steve's arms, babbling about how happy she was that she had ended up with Steve and Eddie again.

It was unusual for Steve and Eddie to see so much of the same kid. They were an emergency foster home, they usually only saw kids for a few nights or a couple of weeks. And it was the same with her the first time she stayed with them. She stayed for twelve days before she moved to a different home. But then she was back. Only three weeks later she was back in their care and, for whatever reason, that's where she stayed for the next five months. It had been a year since Corroded Coffin released their fourth album, and they had decided they were taking their time with the next one, so Eddie was home and not very busy and perfectly happy hanging out with the kid that they hadn't expected to have for so long.

She went back to her parents at the end of the five months, much to Steve and Eddie's disapproval. But they hoped that they had cleaned up their act and she would be going back to a more child friendly environment. Unfortunately, she was back a year later. The social workers had brought her back to Steve and Eddie and asked if they could keep her for a few months again. Of course, they enthusiastically agreed, and the three of them settled in together for the next three months until she was taken back to her family again.

The third time was the final strike. There was no way she was going to be placed back into her parents' care. Steve had volunteered them to foster her for as long as they could. She had always been a wonderful addition to the home ever since her first stay.

When Eddie got home he was thrilled to see her. He'd been filled in on the situation over call, of course, but you couldn't hug someone over the phone. It was only a couple of weeks after Eddie got home that he and Steve started talking about the possibility of adoption.

Steve and Eddie had always wanted kids. At first, they had planned on adopting a baby, but after involving themselves in the foster system and seeing the demand that there was for people to take in older kids they decided that that was their calling. The girl coming into their lives in the way that she did felt almost like fate. And so they sat her down and asked her how she would feel about the whole thing. Much to their delight, she had enthusiastically agreed to the idea, and they started the process immediately. Eddie felt like this was a major development in his life and he wanted to share it - at least a vague bit of it - and so a month later he took to Twitter.

Things went pretty quiet after that. Eddie's label was organising for a European tour, but he made sure it wasn't too soon so that he would be around for the adoption process. And that was where he put all of his energy: into his kid.

The girl attended the school that Steve taught at, and Eddie signed her up for a dance class when she mentioned an interest. Steve helped her with her homework and bought her books and had long conversations with her in which he taught her things without her even realising that she was learning. Eddie nurtured her creative side, buying her art supplies and teaching her guitar and singing Disney karaoke with her on the weekends.

Corroded Coffin was nominated for a Grammy. It wasn't their first nomination but Eddie was excited about it anyway. They hadn't won a Grammy yet, there only really being one category for metal music and plenty of artists deserving of the award.

Steve and Eddie had their first Christmas with a kid. Wayne came over like he did every year, making it a real family affair. They went overboard with the decorations and wracked their brains for the best gifts to buy. They made a gingerbread house and watched an obscene amount of Christmas movies, and it was the best Christmas they'd ever had.

The adoption was finalised at the end of January. The whole thing had been smooth sailing, Steve and Eddie having proved more than capable of taking care of a child over the years. And now they had a kid and they were officially a family and things couldn't have been better.

And then Corroded Coffin won the Grammy for Best Metal Performance. Steve and their daughter had leapt off of the couch with cheers and whoops and fists waving in the air. And after his bandmates had taken turns at the microphone thanking their management and their fans and their families, Eddie had taken his turn for a speech.

"I have so many people that I want to thank, and they know who they are. My uncle Wayne, the Hellfire kids and all my other friends from back home, all of our fans and every friend we've made in the industry. But, obviously, I want to thank my amazing husband for tolerating my chaos and the fact that I write best in the middle of the night. And I also promise to try and change that habit now that we have a kid in the house, and you're allowed to hold me to that." He gave his speech with a massive grin, trophy gripped tightly in his hands, and when he stepped off stage he split off from his band and excused himself to call Steve, who had secretly bought a bottle of champagne and Eddie's favourite cake from his favourite place to celebrate the victory (because he'd had a gut feeling that Corroded Coffin was going to finally win this one).

Then, as if it had crept up on them, it was time for the European tour, which would steal Eddie away from his husband and daughter for even longer than the US tour.

Right before he boarded the plane, Eddie opened up Instagram, ready to cause one last stir.

The picture was one of Eddie's new favourites. Robin had taken it in their garden when she came over to hang out one random afternoon. Eddie was dressed peak rockstar, distressed black jeans and a studded leather jacket, chains dangling off him and hands covered in rings. And Steve was peak teacher, all blue jeans and a soft grey sweater, and glasses balanced on his nose. He was giving their daughter a piggyback, but the picture was from just an angle that you couldn't see her face, because she deserved her privacy even if her new dad was a rockstar.

Now that it's all official and I find myself with this perfect little family, I think it's time to finally show you all the amazing man that I share my life with. Everyone, meet Steve.

And, for the final time, the internet went crazy. It was unanimous; they loved Steve. And Eddie couldn't blame them, because he loved Steve too.

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missingmark · 1 year

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― who you gonna call? pt.1

the boys know they'll always have someone to call when they need them. that someone in question being you, luckily that feeling is more than mutual.

‧₊˚ matt x gn!reader

‧₊˚ warnings: light swearing, otherwise very very wholesome :)

‧₊˚ word count: 840

‧₊˚ pt.2 ( nick ) | pt.3 ( chris ) | masterlist

( 𝖒. ) ; you call him when it all feels like way too much

You had almost fallen asleep in Matt's car if it weren't for the enthusiastic rambling of your best friend next to you. One of his hands would sometimes leave the steering wheel to comb through his hair or emphasize his words with some sort of gesture. Your eyes, even half lidded, would follow his movement, your head against the window in the passenger seat

He had offered to pick you up from college after hearing how awful your day was.

"-and, I don't know what happened but Nick suddenly developed a weird obsession with Po from Kung Fu Panda, it's like all he talks about. Can you believe it? Chris has to leave the room any time it starts."

If you weren't so tired you would have giggled at his story, but any movement seemed to drain your energy even more and you were saving it up for having to peel yourself from the seat and walking into their home.

Matt insisted on assisting you, carrying you on his back into the house as he continued to talk.

"Yesterday I walked in on him reading an article called "25 inspirational Kung Fu Panda Quotes that will change your life forever" and when I tried to address it he just hissed at me. He hissed."

Chris looked up from his place on the couch, a smile forming on his face at the sight of the two of you. He, too, was forced to listen to your whining in the group chat about your hard day.

"Move," Matt muttered once he stood in front of his brother, turning around and letting you plop onto the couch with a small thud, your head landing in Chris' lap.

"Ouch! Dude, your head is heavy as fuck."

You opened one eye to glare up at him.

"Cuz it's full of knowledge, stupid."

"I highly doubt that, considering you literally sat through the wrong class today and didn't notice for the whole 50 minutes."

"How do you know that?!" You yelled, covering your face in embarrassment.

"Cuz you literally spammed us all about it in the group chat today, you goof."

"Oh god." You mumbled into your hands, not noticing the third brother also entering the room, leaning over the couch to offer you some of his sympathy.

"Why did I even want to become a film major, who put this insane stupid dummy-dumb idea into my head?!" You groaned, kicking your legs in frustration.

"Because you made a compilation of Nick falling down when we were in middle school and you called it your magnum opus," Chris recalled, stroking your head in sympathy.

"That was a pretty funny video," Matt mumbled under his breath.

"I should quit," You murmured only to be met with disagreement from your friends.

"Sure you're having a bit of a tough day, but you'll get through it," Nick tried to cheer you up, "You'll be done with college soon anyway."

"But if you want to take a bit of a break, we'll understand, maybe skip some classes tomorrow to get a good rest and-"

"That's a terrible idea, Chris! They already missed one of their classes today. If you skip you'll just be farther behind with the material."

Nick walked over to you, taking your hands in his as he looked deep into your eyes.

"A real warrior never quits," he smiled.

You almost smiled back.

"Po said that in the first Kung Fu Panda, but to be honest the second one is like-"

"Ok. I have to leave," Chris mumbled, lifting your head as gentle as he could despite the sudden spike in rage that was building up in him at his brothers words.

He walked towards the kitchen only for Nick to follow after him.

"What?! What's your problem with the panda? You hater!" Their voices grew faint. Only you and Matt being left at this point.

He walked over towards you, lying down on the couch too and pulling you into his chest.

"I believe in you. Never ever tell him I said this but Nick is right; don't quit, okay? Rest a bit now and I'll help you with your assignments once you wake up."

You grinned into his sweatshirt and let the tiredness finally take over your body.

i wrote this while watching schaffrillas production review kung fu panda 2.

i hope you enjoyed, luv u <3

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loveywon · 1 year

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♡𓂃SLAP ME !

pairing: jeongin x (gn) reader

wc: 1.9k

synopsis: you can't hurt your soulmate physically, so what happens when you accidentally hurt jeongin?

warnings: soulmate au, uni au, friends 2 lovers, cursing, reader gets slapped LMAO, beomgyu, isa, heeseung, and ningning mentioned, not proofread, umm I think that's it

a/n: pulled this outta my ass... n i have an 8am final tmr… SOMEONE PREPARE MY DEATH BED!!!!!

You’ve only met Jeongin recently, you’d say for about two weeks, thanks to mutual friends. He was sweet, and had the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life. You think you’re lucky to have met him, he does not wrong in your eyes.

Though, he’s quite clumsy. He’s spilled pepsi and fanta on your friends multiple times (total times of five - not that you’re keeping count), dropped a whole pizza box, and slipped and tripped in front of everyone in the dining halls. He’s never spilled anything on you, which is quite surprising considering he’s been next to you every time he has spilled something.

He would always turn to you, giving a slight awkward chuckle before helping his friend grab some napkins and wiping them off (which does literally nothing, their clothes are stained for life now).

As to why he somehow never spills his drink on you? He thinks he knows the answer.

“Jeongin, you do know that in this world, you can never hurt your soulmate, physically, and they also can not hurt you,” His mother explained to him one night in bed when he was thirteen, just about to graduate middle school. He’s half asleep, but he still listens to what his mom says as she kisses him on the forehead goodnight.

“Mom! I’m too old for you to tuck me in every night still,” He pouts, though his eyes are closed and his lips soon curve into a slight smile. His mother only laughs softly at his antics before leaving his room.

Jeongin never considered himself to be a hopeless romantic. He never really paid much mind to love. Of course he found people pretty, but he’s never thought about dating, or actually finding his real soulmate. He doesn’t think it’s weird, but his friends always make comments and ask him if he’s lonely and if they want their help to find his soulmate.

He’s patient, and he’ll wait for his soulmate to find him.

“Y/n, this is my friend, Jeongin,” Heeseung gestures towards a boy with wavy, soft brown hair. You look meticulously at him, and Jeongin thought he had an eye booger or something that caused you to look at him so weirdly. He panics, reaching for his face to find whatever you’re judging him for. That’s when you crack a toothy smile, grinning at him.

“Hi! Nice to meet you. Heeseung told me you’re a bioengineering major. I’m a neuroscience major.” You greet excitedly, and the difference between how you stared at him and the way you spoke almost gave him whiplash.

You’re happy that Heeseung introduced you to Jeongin. You know about the soulmate thing, it’s all your friends have bugged you about. They’ve all found their soulmate in freshman year of college or some time during high school, yet you’re still lagging behind.

But still, you doubt that Jeongin could actually be your soulmate. It seemed too good to be true, really. He was cute, had personality like a saint, funny, and had sharp features that always made you stare for longer than you should be, and you think there’s no way he hasn’t found his soulmate yet.

It’s as if it’s unspoken between the two of you. You don’t bring up soulmates, and neither does he. Whenever you two hang out in a group, it always gets brought up but both you and Jeongin stay quiet until the subject is changed, just smiling and nodding along.

It’s not like it was bothering, of course not! It was just that, you knew you wanted Jeongin to be your soulmate. You liked him! Maybe a little too much, and now you’re afraid to act upon anything because the romanticized idea of Jeongin that you curated in your head leads you to believe that he definitely has a significant other.

A little part of you still likes to be a little delusional as you don’t even bother to wait for a bit to answer his texts. You always answer immediately, despite knowing (assuming) that he has another soulmate waiting for him.

You and a group of friends, including Jeongin, are out bowling because Jeongin suggested it, and even though he did get bullied in the groupchat for even suggesting such a lame sport, you all met up at the bowling alley.

The ever so competitive Jeongin that he is, he decides to start a competition. “Heeseung, you think you can score more points than me?” He wiggled his brows tauntingly, and of course, Heeseung would never back down from a challenge proposed by his best friend.

“Me, Gyu, and Isa will be on one team, and you, Y/n, and Ningning will be on the other team, okay?” Heeseung proposed to Jeongin, as he simply agreed. As if you and your other friends weren’t sitting there, unable to choose what team you wanted to be on.

“What the hell? I wanna be on Hee’s team,” you frown, obviously joking as you cross your arms over your chest. Jeongin fakes offense, palm pressed against his heart, “What?? What’s wrong with being on my team?? We can win, Y/n, I believe in you and Ningning!” He cheered encouragingly, giving you and Ningning a thumbs up and a wide dimpled smile.You roll your eyes, looking away from him to hide the smile that’s fighting to appear on your face.

If only you knew how bowling works.

When it’s your turn, you hesitatingly get up from your seat and walk to grab a bowling bowl. You stand awkwardly in front of your lane, and despite seeing everyone else go before you, you haven’t caught on a single thing on what to do.

Jeongin senses your hesitation (more like he was getting impatient because he desperately wanted to win against Heeseung) and gets up from his seat to assist you. He walks up behind you, and you’re too confused to even hear him get up from his seat, so when his hand lands on your shoulder, you drop the heavy, 14 pound bowling ball (you didn’t check the weight beforehand) onto Jeongin’s foot.

Obviously, his first reaction is to be dramatic and yell an “OW!”, but he realizes there is no actual pain running through his body. You’re too busy panicking, because holy shit, that probably hurts like balls (haha)! You’re onto your knees in an instant, trying to help ease the pain but you don’t know what to do because his shoe is in the way to check for any injuries.

“Are you okay? Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, really!” You say repeatedly, looking up at him from your position. He panics seeing you down on your knees for him and he instantly holds your shoulders up to make you stand up.

His throat is dry, and he doesn’t really know what to say. Did he really feel no pain? He just had to test it again.

He grabs the bowling bowl that’s left forgotten on the ground after your panic, and he hands it to you. “Can you drop it on my foot again?” He asks you, and your eyes bulge out of your head.

“What?! Are you a masochist or something? No!” You refuse, you’re confused as to why he’s asking for you to drop it on him again. Your panic hasn’t settled yet to put the pieces together yet.

“Please! Just do it,” he almost begs, pushing the ball towards your chest as you stare at him bewildered. You hesitate to grab the ball, but he looks like he’s about to get on his knees like you did previously just for you to drop a ball on him again.

You sigh, biting your bottom lip as you drop the ball. You visibly wince when the bowling ball drops on his foot once more, and this time Jeongin is more prepared to await a reaction.

Nothing. No pain.

A bright smile cracks onto his face. He’s the happiest man on earth right now, he’s so happy he thinks he could cry. He remembers telling Heeseung to finally introduce you to him when he first spots you and Heeseung walking together to class one time on campus. Jeongin was going to go up to him to say hi, but he stopped in his tracks after seeing you. He’s never seen you before, and he thinks that you may be the person that Heeseung has been talking to him about for a few weeks now.

“I saw them, the person you’re talking to, on campus today!” Jeongin says excitedly as he meets up with Heeseung at the dining hall.

Heeseung gives him a confused look with an eyebrow raised, “What? I didn’t see them all day…are you talking about Y/n? That’s just my friend, we share religious class together.” Jeongin stifles a shocked face. He’s happy, you were incredibly attractive, so he was a bit relieved to hear that you were just a friend to Heeseung.

“In that case, can you introduce me then?”

When Jeongin doesn’t react to the ball dropping on his foot, you stare at him weirdly. Maybe he is a freak and a masochist and liked being hurt, because you swear that bowling ball said fourteen whole pounds.

“Slap me, right now, seriously!” He says, a bright smile painting his face. You only give him a blank stare.

“Jeongin, I’m not gonna feed into your fantasies, you’re being a little weird, not gonna lie…” You trail off, but you swear you’ve never seen him smile that brightly before. All your other friends are just staring at the two of you oddly, some deciding to go onto their phones because it’s not the first time you and Jeongin have been in your own world whenever you all hang out. They never minded, they were secretly all rooting for you two to get together.

“Y/n, do you trust me?” Jeongin asks you suddenly, ignoring what you just said. You raise a brow at him. Of course you trust him, you think he broke the world record for gaining your trust in such a short amount of time.

“...Yeah,” you reply a bit stand-offish, because he really is being a little weird, but at the same time, it’s Jeongin. You know him, or at least, you like to think that you know him and that he would never do anything to hurt you (not like he can, anyway).

Jeongin’s hand reaches out to your face, and for a moment, you panic. What is exactly going on, and what is doing? Is he going to touch your face? Is the moment you’ve been dreaming about finally coming?

He slapped you. He literally, physically, slapped you across the face.

Your jaw drops to the floor. Your head is turned to the side because of the slap, but there is no after-sting and your cheek isn’t red from the slap. And that’s when it clicked.

“Okay, I get that we’re like, soulmates and everything, but you’re never slapping me again. You didn’t even have to slap me! You could have just told me like a normal fucking person??” You want to yell at his face, but you can’t help the excited grin that graces your features because Jeongin is your freaking soulmate.

“Um…sorry. Got excited I guess. You can slap me in return if you want!”

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hoejosatoru · 2 years

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You and I Collide

Pairing: Fem!reader x Time skip!Draken

Summary: Y/n has struggled after the loss of her boyfriend, Baji. Feeling at a breaking point, she hopes to find solace in Draken, an old mutual friend. However, y/n finds her feelings for Draken quickly become complicated. Shout out to my bestie for helping me w the concept.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: MAJOR manga spoilers if you have not read through chapter 148 proceed with caution!! Grief/ take of death, drinking (mild), slow burn(ish) friends to lovers, dry humping, fingering, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, the works. Also everything is pretty much the same as cannon TR but pretend Baji got yoinked in college instead of HS.

Two moments defined your life: meeting Baji and Baji dying. They were divided so clearly, an ax falling on your life. Baji was the first person you met in college, plopping down next to you without a book or a pencil in sight. He was everything you weren’t: brazen, charming, and unapologetic. He asked your name with a smile playing on his lips and you knew. There would be no one for you but Baji.

If Baji was different from you, he was the antithesis of your ex (who dumped you right before college started because, “he wanted to have fun in college.” Over text no less). Your ex was perfectly coiffed with short blond hair, preppy clothes, and the desperate need for everyone to think he’s a good guy. Baji was a mess of dark hair, leather, and the desire to be absolutely nothing but himself. It wasn’t until you met him that you realized how wrong you were about what your “type” was.

You and Baji started dating almost immediately. It was weird, you wouldn’t have thought him as the relationship type, but he was absolutely devoted to you. College was easily the best 4 years of your life. Baji made you the best version of yourself, a person you never realized you wanted to be until it was your reality. You were on top of the world when you both graduated, planning to move in together and take on life together. A month later, Baji was dead, snuffing out the brightest light in your life.

Nothing made sense after his death. You completely withdrew from everyone and everything. You just couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy things like you did when you were with him. It felt wrong, impossible even, like trying to complete a puzzle when someone’s stolen a handful of pieces.

Baji has been gone over a year now, but it was still fresh as the day your phone rang with the news. You’ve been on autopilot ever since, doing just enough to get yourself through the day. Sometimes you went an entire day without registering what you were doing. Today was one of those days. Your feet were carrying you to a familiar place, though you haven’t been since Baji’s death. Draken’s bike shop.

Draken had been one of Baji’s closest friends, having met in middle school. He didn’t go to your college, opting to open his motorcycle repair shop instead, however he was part of your friend group so you spent a lot of time with him in college. He was always a nice guy, truthfully you had been closer with Mitsuya, but Draken was always pleasant and fun to be around. He was a good guy, which made it even more devastating when you heard of his girlfriend’s pasing.

It was a couple months after Baji had died and added to the crushing grief you were already dealing with. You had been pretty good friends with Emma, though you hadn’t spoken to her in a while. Not that you really had spoken to anyone in a while. You were devastated to hear of her passing. So much so that you almost didn’t make it to the funeral. The anxiety of reliving Baji’s funeral was damn near crippling, plus you were afraid to see all the friends you had been avoiding for months. However, you knew you couldn’t let her go without saying goodbye.

You slipped in and out mostly unsee. However, you did catch Draken’s eye during the ceremony. There was complete emptiness in them, one that you recognized all too well. It was like looking in the mirror. That was the last time you saw Draken, but you had thought about that look every day since. You wanted an excuse to come talk to him because he was the only person who could ever understand what you were feeling. However, you’d been a shitty friend and haven’t reached out in the way you knew you should. You weren’t sure how he would react to you showing up to his shop out of the blue, if he would even want to talk to you at all.

Those thoughts almost turned you around, but you were so close you pushed them down as low as possible. This was the first chance you were taking Baji died and you felt you really needed to see it through. That didn’t stop your stomach from doing flips as you turned onto the familiar corner. You took deep breaths as you approached the open garage, willing yourself to keep moving. You poked your head in, unable to hear anything over the pound of your heart in your ears. For a second you thought it was empty, but then a figure stood up from behind a bike. Draken.

You were frozen in place, everything you had rehearsed in your head escaping in an instant. You wanted to turn around and run, and you probably would have if his eyes hadn’t landed on you. The mirror stared back at you.

“Y/n?” It sounded like a question, but recognition was clear in his voice. You were afraid you were about to be told off when a soft smile spread across his face. “Haven’t seen you in forever, get over here.”

Your legs moved on their own volition, meeting Draken in the middle of his modest shop. He pulled you into an embrace, shocking you into stillness. He was warm, smelling of evergreen and spearmint with an undertone of motor oil. It was nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you were hugged.

“I’m sorry,” the words spilled out of you the second you pulled away.

“Whatever it is you think you need to apologize for, you don’t,” he replied, untangling the knot of anxiety in your stomach. Though the guilt still lingered like kinks in an old chain.

“Thank you,” you replied, not knowing what else to say. You practically forgot to interact like a normal human. If Draken noticed, he didn’t let it show.

“I was about to go on my break, why don’t you sit and join me?” he asked, motioning to the back of his shop. You recognized the green door, which led to the “staff room,” aka a cramped room with a beat up old couch. You and your friends spent many nights stuffed in their drinking and smoking and doing whatever the hell else people who believed they had their whole lives ahead of them did. Grief climbed up your spine, threatening to strangle you.

“Oh, um, I don’t want to impose on your break or anything,” you stammered out.

“Nonsense, a friend is never an imposition,” he stated. He turned around, walking towards the staff room, effectively preventing you from arguing further. You followed because, well, you didn’t know what else to do. His use of the word friend comforted you, like pulling on an old hoodie.

The staff room was exactly as you remembered it: dark, crappy lighting with air that always seemed a bit thicker than what was outside it. The patched up couch sat pressed against the wall and next to the folding table with mismatched chairs. You tried desperately to ignore the chair that Baji had always occupied as Draken went into the makeshift kitchen, which was just the corner of the room that had a minifridge and microwave.

He pulled out two water bottles, handing you one without asking if you wanted you. In that moment you remember how much a caretaker had been. You wouldn’t guess it by his cold exterior, but he really was a sweet guy, always looking out for his friends. You felt another wave of guilt for not reaching out to him sooner.

“Didn’t know you kept anything but beer in there,” you heard yourself say. It slipped out as the memory of cramming a ridiculous number of cheap alcohol came flooding back to you. Draken laughed, a welcomed sound.

“Don’t worry there is still plenty of beer in there,” Draken joked, plopping down on the couch. You mimicked him. He twisted open his water, down half the bottle before asking, “What brought you by today?”

“Oh right,” you replied, playing with the ripped label on your bottle, “I need a bike fixed up. Didn’t know who else to go to.” You cringed, feeling like you sounded cold. You haven’t talked to him in how long and you show up out of nowhere asking for his help? Who did you think you were?

Draken replied, unphased, “Didn’t think you were the motorcycle type.”

“I’m not,” you replied, desperately wanting to sound normal. You thought you were most definitely failing. “It’s for my brother, for his birthday. I bought a shitty old thing, but was hoping I could get it fixed up for him.”

“That I can do,” Draken nodded, “Might take some time, though. I’ll probably have to order parts and shit.”

“Of course,” you replied, “His birthday isn’t for another couple months, I was trying to get a head start.” Speaking it made it seem a lot sillier than it did in your head. Maybe because you knew it was sorta bullshit. Sure your brother has expressed an interest in getting a bike, but you didn’t know if he was serious. Deep down you knew this was all an excuse to meet Draken again. You needed a friend, needed someone who could understand the hell you were going through. Maybe it was fucked up to not be straightforward with him, but you wouldn’t have known where to start. So this ridiculous plot has been created.

“That should be perfect,” Draken replied, finishing off his drink.

“I’ll pay you for everything, of course,” you added, not wanting to sound like you were mooching off him.

Draken waved his hand dismissively, “I don’t make my friends pay.” There it was again. Friend. It shouldn’t give you such a thrill, but it did. You felt like you hadn’t had a friend in over a year, though it was very much self imposed. You’d always been a bit of a masochist.

“Seriously, let me pay,” you insisted.

Draken eyed you for a moment, considering, before replying, “How about you buy the parts and I do the work for free?”

“I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“Good thing you’re not asking me then,” he replied with a soft, warm smile. It was hard to argue with that; still you were hesitant.

“I know, but sti-”

“Seriously y/n,” Draken cut you off as kindly as one can, “I’m happy to do it. But if it means that much, you can pay me with your time. Why don’t you bring the bike over next week and hang out while I work on it. It’s nice to have company.”

Hang out. When was the last time you did that? You knew the answer, but you quickly tried to push that line of thinking away. This was exactly what you wanted, someone to spend time with. Stiil, anxiety prickled over your skin as you thought of making plans for the first time in over a year.

“Yeah, okay. It’s a deal,” you answered before you could change your mind.

“Deal,” Draken echoed, sticking his hand out for you to shake on it. His hand was solid and calloused from years of working with them, you guessed. It felt warm. Real. You realized that if it had been anyone else, you probably would have said no.

“Say, do you even have a way of getting the bike here?” Draken asked as he stood up, reaching his arms over his head in a big stretch. The navy utility jumpsuit he wore stretched across his broad body.

"I was thinking I could just walk it over,” you replied, realizing how ridiculous that was as the words left your mouth.

“No way,” Draken replied, “I’ve got a truck to transport bikes. I can pick you up. How does next Saturday at eleven sound?” Something about his effortless kindness made you want to cry. It was so simple, but it made your throat tighten. You swallowed them down, not wanting to break down like a crazy person. You’ve come too far to do that now.

“Eleven sounds good,” you replied. Not like you had any other plans to worry about.

“Perfect,” he smiled, “My number’s still the same, text me your address whenever you get a chance.” He wasn’t at all trying to make you feel guilty, but you couldn’t help it. This shouldn't be the first time you’re texting after everything. You felt like a selfish idiot.

You nodded, turning quickly towards the door hoping he wouldn’t notice the shift in your demeanor. You really wanted to get out of there without crying. Draken followed you silently back out to the front of the shop. He only spoke as you were walking back out to the sidewalk.

“Hey y/n.” You paused, turning back to him, a knowing smile on his lips. “I’m really glad you stopped by.”

Your nails dug into your palm. You’re almost out, you can do this. “I am too,” you replied. It was the truth even if tears slipped down your cheeks as you stepped out onto the sidewalk. You walked home quickly, keeping your eyes down the whole time. For the amount of times you cried in public over the last year, you still weren’t used to people staring. Through your sadness, though, you felt the tiniest spark of what you could only label as hope. Faint as it may be, it was there, thanks to the prospect of rekindling your friendship with Draken. You kept it small, fearing being burned if you let it grow. Still, you allowed yourself to look forward to Saturday as you slipped into one of Baji’s old hoodies and curled into a ball on the couch.

***

Time is a tricky thing. Its movement is nonsensical. Sometimes it flies, passing by you in a mindless whirl, impossible to keep up with. That was how you felt when the 1 year anniversary of Baji’s death came up. It was incomprehensible that you could have spent 365 days without him. Other times it drags, each tick of the clock its own agonizing eternity. That is how it felt waiting for Saturday.

Finally, though, it came. The knock on your door made your heart leap, even though you had been expecting it. You paused in front of the mirror you normally ignore by your front door. You were in your most comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Not exactly fashionable, but you felt accomplished. Most of your weekends are spent in sweats- if you even manage to get out of pajamas that is.

“Hey,” you greeted, swinging open your door. You were surprised by how breathless you sounded. Getting ready takes a lot out of you.

“Hi,” Draken replied, “Wanna show me where the bike is?”

You nodded, “Follow me.” You led Draken around the back of your place to a storage shed for you and the tennet in the unit next door. Truth be told, you weren’t supposed to be keeping a motorcycle in there at all. You were relieved Draken was taking it off your hands before your landlord found it and chewed you out.

“It’s a little heavy,” you told him, trying to lug it out of its hiding spot. This shit was more than a little heavy.

“Let me,” Draken offered, noticing you struggling. He stepped in front of you, taking the bike from your hands and lifting it with ease. Damn. “Truck’s out this way.” You followed him back out front, marveling at how he carried the bike like it was nothing. Draken was always the biggest guy in your friend group, but it still surprised you just how big he was. He wasn’t wearing his jumpsuit now, making it easy to see the broad muscles in his back as he walked. He was certainly intimidating; if you didn’t know how sweet he was, you’d probably be scared of him.

“Did you get bigger since the last time I saw you?” you asked.

Draken chuckled, “You mean last week?”

“Shit, no, not what I meant,” you shook your head at yourself, “The time before that I guess.” You cringed, realizing the time before that was Emma’s funeral. God could you just say one thing without putting your foot in your mouth?

“Hmm probably,” Draken smiled, loaded the bike into the back of his truck, “Guess it comes with the job.” For as much as Draken smiled, it never quite reached his eyes. Comforting wasn’t the right word, but it made you feel somewhat validated. It was hard being around people with normal lives, not marred by grief in the way yours was. Their effortless joy was a reminder of what you lost. Though you would never wish what you were going through on anyone, it still sucked to always feel like the odd one out. With Draken, you knew you never would be.

You climbed into the passenger seat next to Draken, nerves swelling in your stomach. Your social interaction had really been watered down to what was necessary at work or when your friends demanded you let them come over to make sure you’re still okay. Okay being used very, very lightly - as in that you were still breathing pretty much. Those meetings have been fewer and farther between now. You think your friends didn’t know what to do with you. You were hard to be around, you didn’t really blame them.

“Do you live with someone?” Draken asked, pulling away from your place.

“It’s a duplex so I have someone above me, but I don’t have a roommate or anything,” you explained. Truthfully, the space was bigger than you needed. It was where you and Baji had moved in after graduation and couldn’t bring yourself to move out. You could remember him alive and well there, you couldn’t bear to move to a place he never saw or touched or laughed in. Never existed in. You were lucky your parents sent you some money to help with rent every month or else you wouldn’t be able to afford it without a roommate. It was pity money, but money nonetheless. “What about you?”

“On my own too,” Draken replied, mindlessly tapping his fingers on the wheel, “Still living right above the shop.”

“Right. Nice commute,” you attempted a joke. It felt flat leaving your mouth, but Draken still chuckled. You appreciated it, even if it might be fake.

“What’re you doing for work?” he asked, eyes on the road. It was easier to talk this way, without his eyes on you.

“Nothing special,” you replied, “just a bull shit office job.”

“An office job? I thought you wanted to be a writer?” Draken asked, surprising you. You had maybe mentioned that to him once or twice in passing. You couldn’t believe he remembered.

“You know how people say things have a way of working out?”

Draken’s brow piqued, eye shifting to you for a second. “Yes.”

“I’ve found that things also have a way of not working out,” you replied. Draken let out a laugh, one that you knew could not be out of pity. There was that flicker in you again, one that whispered of connection, hope.

“Don’t I know it.” The last few minutes of the ride were spent in comfortable silence. Draken’s place wasn’t too far from your’s, so it wasn’t a long ride. You followed Draken wordlessly into the shop. You stepped carefully, not wanting to bump anything or trip or do anything else to embarrass yourself. You stood next to a sturdy-looking steel cabinet as Draken got the bike set to inspect.

“Where’d ya get this bike?” Draken asked, keeping his face purposefully straight. You reckoned he was trying to be nice because it really was a piece of junk.

“Uh, craigslist,” you admitted.

“No wonder it’s such a piece of shit,” Draken laughed, and you allowed yourself to laugh too. It felt light in your chest, a reprieve from the normal weight that found its home there.

“Is it fixable?” you asked, chewing on your lip. You felt a flood of panic. What if there was nothing he could do? You need this excuse to push you to come out and see him, you weren’t sure what you would do without it.

“Oh I can definitely fix it,” Draken reassured you, “You’re lucky you know such a great mechanic. Here, get comfortable, we are gonna be here awhile.” Draken pulled up a stool for you. You sat, leaning against the steel cabinet, comforted by how the cool metal bled through your shirt and onto your skin. It made you feel grounded.

Draken got out a clipboard, circling the bike and making notes. You quietly observed as he sat, looking closer at the engine. There was a soft intensity to his face as he zeroed in on different parts of the machine.

“How have you been doing since Baji died?” Draken asked, scribbling down another note. You were taken aback by his directness. Most people dance around it, trying to sugarcoat it with phrases like “passed” or “gone to a better place.” It made you irrationally mad. Baji was dead, there is no way to make that sweet. And there was no better place for him than by your side.

You drew in a breath, trying to calculate how honest you wanted to be, but the words were tumbling out by the time you exhaled. “Terrible. Fucking terrible. It still hurts like the first day. I’m a fucking mess, honestly.”

You looked up, startled to find Draken’s eyes on yours. There wasn’t an ounce of pity in them, only understanding. It was refreshing. “Baji was such a good fucking guy,” Draken replied, “shit’s fucking awful.”

You nodded, unable to stop now that you were started. “I still don’t believe it at times. Like I keep hoping one day I’ll wake up and this was all a nightmare. But it’s not and I just have to keep going somehow.” You swallow deeply, desperately trying to not cry.

“I was so fucking mad after Emma’s funeral,” Draken replied, “At everyone and everything. I remember the sky was so blue the day after and I was so fucking pissed, like how could the world be so bright without her? I’ve never been so dramatic.” He laughed humorlessly, staring down at his hands.

“No I completely get that,” you said, “It feels like everything is moving on like normal, but you know there’s no normal for you anymore.”

“Exactly,” Draken nodded. He paused for a second, before adding, “It’s nice to have someone who gets it. People who haven’t been through it just don’t get it.” Something about his words forced tears to the front of your eyes. Part of you had worried that Draken was not going to be the support you so desperately hoped he would be ever since you saw him at the funeral. You were relieved to finally have someone who understands you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, wiping your eyes. You knew you could get the tears to stop quickly - you’ve had to become really good at that. Especially in public.

“Told you last week, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Draken stated, “Plus, we got a no apology rule in this garage.” He nodded to a sign on the wall that read, “the customer is always wrong.” You surprised yourself by letting out a laugh.

“Thanks, I need that. I feel like I forgot to do this whole thing,” you replied, motioning between the two of you, “I always feel like I say or do the wrong thing now.”

“I get that,” Draken nodded, “But you don’t have to worry about this here, okay? Talk, don’t talk, fuck you could do cartwheels around the place if that helped. I know how much it sucks, so don’t worry about all that shit.” You bit back another round of tears, managing only a small thank you. Draken smiled knowingly and returned to his work. The gratitude you felt was damn near unbearable.

And so you did just as Draken said - well minus the cartwheels. Over the next few weeks as Draken worked on the bike, the two of you talked. A lot. You talked more in those few weeks than you did in the last year. Sometimes you spoke about Baji and Emma, but mostly you just talked about, well, whatever.

You also did a lot of not talking, which was never awkward. Where others seemed to hold their breath around you, Draken breathed easy. He had good days and bad days, just as you did. It comforted both of you to never have to explain the need to disappear inside yourself or the occasional tear that slipped out seemingly out of nowhere. It was like a weight being lifted off your chest; you were taking your first true breaths since Baji died.

There were a few other people who worked at the garage, though they mostly kept to themselves. The one that you talked to the most was Inui. He was kind, but you could tell he has been through something too. Grief followed people like a shadow, you discovered, and once you knew how to spot it was impossible to miss. You saw that shadow hanging over Inui and you were certain he saw it over you too. You reckoned that’s why you got along so well.

Today was a fairly good day. It was later, everyone else long gone for the night, and you and Draken settled into a comfortable silence. Despite the weeks of spending nearly every spare second at the shop, you didn’t know shit about motorcycles. However, that did not stop you from enjoying watching Draken work. He was meticulous and focused, often not even stopping to brush a dark lock of hair that would fall in his eyes. You picked on his little quirks: the furrow of his brow when something was stumping him, his tongue poking through his lips when he was on the brink of solving it. He knew yours too, knowing with a single word if you needed him to pull a laugh out of you or to let you cry. It was nice to know someone, and to be known.

A drumming pulled you from your thoughts. It took you a second to register that it was rain hitting the roof. “Shit,” you breathed, hopping down from the counter to walk over to the front window. It was a complete downpour. “I picked a crappy day to walk here.”

“No way I’m letting you walk home in that,” Draken stated, not even looking up from his work.

“Can we take the truck?” you suggested.

Draken shook his head, “I let Inui use it. Won’t be back till tomorrow.”

“What’re we gonna do?” you asked.

“You’re gonna stay here, dummy,” Draken answereded, as if it was obvious.

“I couldn't,” you replied, shaking your head. For as much time as you have spent at the garage, you’ve never gone into Draken’s place.

“Why not?” Draken asked, wiping his hands on a greasy towel. He was getting ready to clean up for the night.

“I don’t wanna bother you,” you admitted. There was still a small fear in you that you were going to overstay your welcome. That one day, Draken would ask you to not come back. You don’t know if you would be able to handle that.

“If you bothered me, I’d let you walk home in the rain,” Draken replied, then added with finality, “It’s supposed to storm all night. You’re staying here.”

“Alright fine,” you caved. Another thing you learned about Draken: once he made up his mind, there was no chance of changing it. You helped him clean up where you could, then followed him up to his place.

You don’t know what you expected, but it was nice. Small, but well kept, so it felt more spacious than it should. There were lots of tones of grays and blacks, all the furniture simple and worn in. You could tell a boy lived there, but not in a bad way. You sat on the couch as Draken ducked into the kitchen to wash his hands.

“Wow this thing is more comfortable than it looks,” you noted, patting the charcoal fabric, “It’ll be nice to sleep on.”

“Too bad you’re not sleeping there,” Draken replied, drying his hands on his pants, “I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed.”

“No way!” you protested, “I’m already inconveniencing you, I’m not taking your bed too.”

Draken playfully rolled his eyes at you, “It’s not a big deal. Like you said the couch is comfy.”

“You’re so freaking stubborn,” you groaned, flopping back against the couch.

“Oh please look who’s talking,” Draken shot back, sitting next to you. The couch sunk under his weight, causing you to slide over close to him. “I’ve got an idea, though.”

You sat up, intrigued, “Which is?”

“Let’s hang out here, watch a movie or something. Whoever falls asleep first stays out on the couch and the other person can get the bed,” Draken explained, clearly proud of thinking up that plot. You could live with that.

“Deal.” You stuck out your hand, his warm, rough palm meeting you cold one. It was made official with a quick shake.

“Now let me get you something to sleep in,” Draken stood up, stretching.

“That’s cheating,” you replied, “Trying to get me all comfortable so I’ll fall asleep first.”

Draken kept walking back to what you presumed was his room. “Well if I fall asleep first do you really wanna sleep in those jeans?” His voice carried through the apartment.

He had a point. “No, I guess not.”

“Good,” Draken replied, reappearing in the living room with a ball of clothes in his hands, “Because if you slept in jeans I don’t think I could trust you anymore.” You giggled as Draken tossed the clothing at you. Mercifully, you caught it. “That’s the smallest stuff I have. Bathroom’s the first door on the right. Feel free to use whatever is in there.”

You found the bathroom easily, closing the door softly behind you. For being the smallest clothing he had, the sweats and shirt were still oversized on you. You had to roll the sweats over a few times so they’d stay up on your hips. You resigned to letting the shirt hang on your frame. You splashed some water in your face and swished around a little mouthwash that was out on the counter before exiting.

You returned to the living room, finding that Draken changed too. He was in a gray pair of sweats that fit him much better than yours. The black tee he wore clung to his frame, showing off his toned body. It was strange to see so much of him; you were used to seeing him in a thick work jumpsuit layered over hoodies. You were surprised to feel a blush rise in your cheeks. It felt almost too intimate, seeing him sprawled out on the couch like this.

Draken’s laughter pulled you from your thoughts. “You look ridiculous,” he snickered.

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a giant,” you huffed, joining him on the couch. You kept a safe distance, though you found yourself drifting closer over the course of the night, unconsciously drawn to his warmth. Without realizing it, you fell asleep.

It took you a few moments to remember where you were when you woke up. The scent of the sheets, a warm evergreen, reminded you. Draken’s place. You turned over, breathing in the scent that you so quickly learned to associate with comfort.

Then it hit you.

You were in the bed, when you did not remember going back to it last night. You must have fallen asleep first and Draken must have carried you back here. Your cheeks tinted as you thought of Draken picking you up, holding you so close to him. There was an undercurrent to your self consciousness that you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t have time to think about it, you were off to yell at him for not keeping up his end of the deal.

You found him on the couch, coffee mug in hand. A triumphant smirk spread across his lips when he saw you. “Morning sleeping beauty,” he teased. You cursed yourself for not at least checking a mirror to make sure your hair wasn’t all over the place. It tended to get a mind of its own when you slept.

“I didn’t know you were a liar,” you narrowed your eyes at him. You weren’t truly mad, but you couldn’t let him get away with it unscathed.

“I didn’t lie,” Draken replied, “Had my fingers crossed when we shook on it. Everyone knows that negates the shake.”

“Okay fine then you’re a sneak,” you shot back.

Draken stood up, stretching. His shirt lifted revealing his lower stomach. You tried to ignore the little trail of hair that disappeared into his sweats. “Yeah well this sneak made sure you got a good night’s sleep.” He flicked your forehead lightly as he walked into the kitchen and you smacked his arm back.

“At least let me make you breakfast?” you tried.

“Now that I can agree to,” Draken replied, holding both his hands up, “And look, not a finger crossed.”

“Gee, thanks.”

The rest of the day went on as normal. Well, normal except for a nagging feeling in your lower stomach. It bubbled up again when Draken sat in the kitchen, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he watched you prepare breakfast for you two. It wasn’t like your anxiety - that feeling you knew too well - nor was it like that little flicker of hope you felt. Which, at this point, was a full on blaze despite your best efforts to keep it under control. You couldn’t help it, Draken made you happier than you ever thought you could be after everything that happened. After going to long feeling nothing but aching and emptiness, you didn’t want to have to subdued the joy, no matter how reckless that was.

You chalked it up to self consciousness and tried not to think of it. It was still weird for you to be around someone so much. Even though Draken never made you feel judged, you still couldn’t shut that critical little voice in your head that told you something could go wrong at any moment. You figure this feeling was that voice rearing its ugly head. As the next few weeks passed, the feeling came and went, but you persisted as usual.

Until a particularly shitty day. You were awoken in the morning by a phone call, your anxiety immediately spiking. Ever since Baji died, your phone ringing became a trigger for you. It reminded you of getting the call, the one stopped the rotation of your world. Every time you heard your phone ring, you relived that moment. You don’t know how the hell your phone got switched on from silent.

You were on edge for the rest of the day because of that. Your boss was more of a dick than usual and you ended up crying in the bathroom on your lunch break. All you wanted to do was get home and crawl into a ball. When you were finally able to do that, however, you found a hair tie in your pajama drawer. Your heart plummeted to your stomach. Your feet were carrying you to Draken’s before your mind could catch up. All you wanted was to see him, you knew you’d calm down once you did.

The second Draken saw you, he knew something was wrong. It was just him in the garage today, which you were grateful for. “You look like you need a drink,” Draken stated, setting down his tools. His words were calm but there was concern at the edges of them. You nodded, not trusting your words just yet. “Come on, I was about to finish up anyway.” It was a lie, but you appreciated it.

Draken led you to the staff room, handing you a beer from the mini fridge. Just like old times, you thought darkly. You took a swig, downing a quarter of the bottle by the time Draken sat next to you.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, lips at the edge of the bottle.

“Just a shitty day at work I guess,” you mumbled, picking at the label of the beer.

Draken set his drink down on the coffee table. “Come on, y/n, it’s me. What’s really going on?”

You drew in a deep breath, gathering your strength to speak. “I was having a shit day at work,” you began, “but I found one of Baji’s hair ties at home. He fucking left those things everywhere. I can’t believe I even still find ‘em…” Your voice trailed off, stifled by an ache in your chest. Draken waited quietly for you to continue. “It’s weird, sometimes they feel like him saying he’s there with me. But mostly they just feel like a fucking reminder that he’s not here anymore.” You opened your mouth to say more, but found no words coming. Tears streaked down your cheeks, dripping onto your lap.

Draken was quiet for a few moments. His hand found yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he started speaking. “Emma had these little hair pins. I swear she left a fucking trail of them everywhere she went. I find them too, from time to time,” he paused, drawing in a shaky breath, “It’s a gut punch every time I find one. But sometimes I’m scared of the day I stop finding them. Like then she’ll really be gone.”

Tears escaped Draken’s eyes. You felt such a strong urge to wipe them away, to hold him, to be held by him. But you couldn’t move a muscle. You both just sat there, quietly crying, your hands intertwined.

It was Draken who broke the silence. “Look at us fucking cryin’ over hair acessories.” You both laughed despite your tear-stained cheeks.

“They’re probably rolling their eyes at us right now,” you replied, wiping your eyes, “Baji especially. I know he’s fucking tired of me.”

“Oh trust me I know Emma’s sick of this shit too,” Draken replied. He reached over, running his thumb across your cheek, collecting a tear you missed. Your blood roared in your ears, the nagging in your stomach flaring.

“You think Emma would want you to move on?” You asked.

“Definitely,” Draken replied, “She’d want me to be happy. I haven’t been so good about that, but I know it’s what she’d want.”

“I think Baji would want me to be happy too,” you said, “Though I think he’d be happier to see me with a girl, not another guy.”

Draken let out a laugh. “That sounds like Baji,” he continued after a pause, “He would want you to be happy, though. I don’t know a lot, but I’m certain of that.” You weren’t able to fight the urge to hug him anymore, throwing your arms around him.

“Thank you Draken,” you murmured, tucking your face into his neck. His arms found your waist, squeezing you closer. You breathed in his scent, an instant sense of calm washing over you. You stayed like that longer than you expected, basking in each others’ warmth and touch. No part of you wanted to separate yourself from him, but eventually you did.

When your eyes found his, it hit you. That nagging in your stomach wasn’t anxiety or self doubt or any of that shit. It was a crush - no - it was stronger than a crush. It was a want, a need for Draken. For his voice, his touch, his presence, his lips, his love. Your thoughts were coming faster than you could process him, but you could instantly read the look in Draken’s eyes. He felt the same as you.

Within the space of a breath, your lips crashed together. The kiss was desperate and needy and fucking good. He pulled you onto his lap with ease, his lips not so much as parting from yours. You were all over each other, hands and lips exploring every bit of skin they could find. Draken’s hands were rough and warm, but his touch was so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine.

You leaned further into him, your core pressing against his solid thighs. You were surprised by the gasp that left your mouth. The thin fabric of your leggings was nothing against the texture of his jumpsuit. Your hips rolled again, moaning softly against his lips. Draken responded instantly, his hands finding your hips.

“Feel good?” his voice was barely a whisper. If you weren’t so close to him, you never would have heard it.

“Mmhmm,” you whimpered, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Don’t stop,” he replied, breathless. His lips reattached to yours as his hands guided your hips over his thigh. You continued mindlessly, grinding against his thigh without an ounce of shame. It felt too fucking good to care. In that moment, you could think of nothing but your pleasure.

The world seemed to cease outside the two of you. All that mattered was the taste of him and the pleasure blooming in your lower stomach. You weren’t even surprised when you found yourself close to the edge.

“Dra- nghh - Draken,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. Draken pressed his forehead to yours, not wanting you to get too far.

“Just like that, baby, getting yourself all worked up huh?” he cooed, peppering kisses on you. You nodded, responding with whines instead of words. “Let yourself go.” You were cumming as soon as the words left his lips. It was a fire through your veins, spreading pleasure through your entire body.

“Yeah that’s it, good girl,” Draken murmured against your neck. You collapsed against him, breathing ragged. You should feel good, relaxed, but your heart began hammering in your chest.

What did you just do? You stiffened, panic seized your body as the buzz of your orgasm wore off. Hooking up with your dead ex’s best friend? What the fuck was wrong with you? You pulled away, startling Draken.

“I have to go.” You practically fell out of his lap, scrambling to find the door.

“Y/n wa-”

“I’m sorry I- fuck, I-,” the words came out in a senseless mess, “I can’t I have to go.” You turned on your heel and booked it, unable to bear the way he looked at you.

You were sobbing by the time you hit the sidewalk. You were practically running home, breathless and hiccuping the whole time. You felt like an idiot. The one good thing, the only good thing, in your life fucking ruined. How could you do this to Baji? To Draken? You hated yourself for allowing this to happen.

You somehow made it to your bed, anxious and exhausted. You were consumed by your tears, anger, fear and self pity until, by some grace, you fell into a restless sleep.

***

A few agonizing days passed. You called out of work, faking illness, which wasn’t too hard to fake considering you sounded like shit. You barely moved from your bed, alternating between staring at the ceiling, numb, and sobbing into your pillow. It reminded you of losing Baji, the hurt felt deep in your bones.

The worst part was, the one person you wanted was the person you couldn’t see. When you hurt like this, Draken was the only person who could heal your wounds. And now because you couldn’t contain yourself, you lost that. The weight of it sat so heavily on your chest you could barely breathe.

A week later there was a knocking at your door. You sighed, exhausted from having showered that morning, and dragged yourself to the front door. You braced yourself for a lashing from your landlord. You forgot to pay rent on time. Again.

Your knees buckled when you found Draken’s frame filling your doorway.

“We need to talk,” he stated, stepping into your place before you could protest. His voice was calm and unreadable. You sat across from him on the couch, anxiety settling like a stone in your stomach.

Draken surprised you by saying, “I’m sorry.” You stared for a few moments and he continued in your silence, “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to push you like that.” Hurt seeped into his voice. Or maybe it was regret. You cringed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you replied quickly, wanting to absolve him of the guilt. “It’s my fault. I fucked this all up.”

“Nothing’s fucked up,” Draken scowled, “Don’t fucking give up on me like that. Just talk to me.”

You just started talking because if you thought about it, you’d never get a thing out. “I’m sor- I mean fuck - I don’t know what came over me. When we, um,” you paused, blushing under the weight of his eyes, “did that, I was just shocked I guess. Not because of you or anything you, you were good - I mean - uh well you know. I just didn’t expect to… want that or to, like, enjoy it.” You stopped, cheeks thoroughly red at this point. You collected yourself for a final few words, “I felt… guilty I guess. For liking it. I haven’t been with anyone since Baji. I felt wrong, but it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. At all.”

Draken was silent as you spoke, his response impossible to gauge. Finally, with his eyes on his hands, he spoke. “I hooked up with a girl a couple months after Emma died. I was depressed and drunk as shit. I really wasn’t in the right mind then. This girl approached me at the bar and I ended up at her place. I felt fucking disgusting after. Nothing against her, it wasn’t her fault. How could she have known, ya know? But I just felt like such a piece of shit. I thought I was never gonna feel good about someone again,” he looked up, eyes locking on yours, “And then you walked in my garage.”

He held your gaze for a few moments, letting his words settle over you. He continued, “I was surprised by how much I wanted it, too. Then when you ran of like that, fuck, I was so scared y/n. I thought I ruined everything. This past week I’ve been a fucking mess. Inui’s on my ass and everything. All I wanted to do was see you but I didn’t wanna make shit worse.”

You didn’t know what to say, but you knew you hated seeing Draken hurt. You threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly as tears spilled from both of your eyes. “‘M sorry Daken, and don’t tell me not to apologize,” you mumbled, “Shouldn’t have run like that.”

Draken held you like he could lose you, fiercely but cautiously. Like at any moment you could disappear. “Didn’t do anything wrong,” he replied, breath fanning across your neck, “Just missed you so much. Don’t wanna lose you.”

It was easier for you to talk like this, feeling him close to you and not having to look at him. “Draken, I… I like you, a lot. So much it kinda fucking scares me. I don’t even know what to do.”

Draken pulled back just enough so he could look at you. You couldn’t help it, your eyes fell to your lap. Draken tsked, “Hey, come on, it's me angel. Look at me.” His voice was too soft to ignore. You held his gaze, your stomach fluttering.

“I don’t know what I’m doing either,” he replied, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back, “This is all new to me. But I know there isn’t anyone else I’d rather figure it out with.” He kissed away a tear sliding down your cheek. “I want you,” his lips ghosted across your skin as he spoke, “If you’ll have me.”

“I want you Kenny,” you murmured, locking your arms around his neck. He kissed you once, twice. Pulling back each time with a tender smile. “Take me to bed.” And so he did, lifting with the same ease as when he lifted that bike all those weeks ago. Your legs locked around his waist as he carried back to your room.

Draken set you down on your bed gently, taking just a second to smile down at you before climbing on top of you. You welcomed the weight of his body on yours, sturdy and strong. The press of his chest on yours, his thighs caging you in, his rough palms running up and down your sides. It all intoxicated you.

You needed more of him, wanting to feel his skin on yours. You were sick of there being any barrier to his warmth, even if it was just t shirts. “Tryna get me naked, huh?” Draken smirked at you frantically trying to find the hem of his shirt.

“Maybe,” you shot back, yanking it half way off him. Draken chuckled as he pulled it all the way and tossed it to the floor. Your eye scanned his muscular body, feeling your thighs instinctively rub together. Then you saw something that surprised you, a scar on his lower stomach. You ran your finger over it, the skin slightly raised. “What’s this?”

“Stab wound scar,” Draken responded, as if that was a perfectly normal response. Your stomach dropped, remembering how Baji died. You hated seeing this, knowing Draken got hurt. Knowing how vulnerable he could be.

“I’m wrapping you in bubble wrap,” you replied.

Draken laughed, “I thought you wanted me naked.”

“Hmm,” you faked thinking, “Naked, then bubble wrap.” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his scar. While you were there you kissed up his body, Draken’s eyes sparking with lust as he watched. Once your lips found his again, he was back in motion. Draken got to work on your clothes, stripping off your top and bra with only the slightest break in the kiss to get your shirt over your head. He kissed down your neck, pausing occasionally to suck on the spots that made you squirm.

He found your breasts, taking one in his mouth while attending to the other his hands. His calloused touch raised goosebumps on your skin pulled soft moans from your lips. He spent his time there working you up, before kissing down your body. You watched with bated breath as he slid your legging and underwear off your legs.

“Shit baby,” he mumbled, “S’wet for me and I’ve barely touched ya.” He ran finger through your wetness, making your hips buck slightly, desperate to have the ache satiated. Draken licked his lips, watching you clench around nothing. “Gonna have to prep you for me angel, that okay?” He was smirking, knowing you’d never say no.

“Please Draken,” you whined. Draken obliged, licked a stripe of your pussy.

“So sweet,” he murmured before getting to work. Draken wasn’t shy, eating you out with an enthusiasm that made you blush. He was messy, tongue and lips everywhere, working you up with ease. His lips landed on your clit, sucking lightly. You gasped, your hands sliding into his dark hair.

“Kennie,” you moaned as he slid a finger into your needy pussy. Draken was spurred on by his name on your lips, curling his finger inside you to keep those pretty noises coming. After a few moments he slid another in, giving you a nice stretch. Your fingernails raked across his scalp, making his cock throb. He wanted to be inside you so bad, but he wasn’t a man who didn’t finish what he started.

“Gonna cum on my tongue angel?” he questioned, not even giving you a second to answer before returning to your pussy. You opened your mouth to reply, but it was swallowed up by moans as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Sweet warmth flooded your body as you came, Draken eagerly licking up every last bit as you did. When he finally came up for air he wore a coy grin, his lips and chin shining from your release.

You pulled him in the back of his neck, your mouths crashing together. You kissed sloppily, tasting yourself on him. Even though you just came, you wanted him so bad it ached. “Need you,” you said breathlessly against his skin.

“I got you angel,” Draken whispered back, leaning back to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Draken naked was truly a sight to be seen. He looked like some sort of sculpture, his skin taught across his muscles. His cock hung heavy between his thighs. He was as big as promised. “You’re staring,” Draken smiled.

You blushed, which only made Draken smile wider. “Sorry. Can’t help it.”

“Love when you blush like that. So fucking pretty f’me” Draken said, peppering kisses from your chest, to your cheeks, to your lips.

“Need to feel you in me Kennie,” you mumbled, looking at him in a way that made him melt and heat up at the same time.

“Gonna go nice ‘n slow okay? And tell me if it hurts,” he said, taking his cock in his hand. He lined himself up to you, his tip ghosting against your sensitivity. Draken pressed a kiss to your forehead as he pressed the tip into your tightness. “Shit,” Draken hissed, “So fucking tight for me angel.”

Your hands gripped at the sheets as he pushed further into you. It didn’t hurt, necessarily, but it was a strange sensation to have your body opening up for someone. When he finally got himself fully in, you felt so full it was almost enough to make you cum again right then and there. Draken looked at you for permission to move, which you gave him with a nod. He moved his hips slowly at first, both for you and him. It has been a while for him too and he was trying not to bust too soon.

“Fuck, pretty girl, squeezing me so good,” He moaned, his head falling back slightly. His fingers laced through yours as he picked up his pace. Any bit of discomfort melted away to pure pleasure. Each roll of his hips brought you closer to the edge and Draken could tell.

“Ken- ngh- nie, shit you feel so good.” Your voice was breathless and needed. You could feel Draken throb in response.

“Look at me baby, wanna see you,” Draken instructed softly. Your eyes connected to his and they were so full of love it took your breath away. The intimacy of it all sent you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed, pushing you ever closer to him. You moaned his name, feeling this orgasm that was somehow better than the first one consume you. Seeing you like this chipped away at the last of Draken’s willpower. He came with you, the warmth of his release filling you. He slowed himself, letting you both enjoy every last bit of this moment.

When you were both fully spent, Draken pulled out of you gently, breathing heavy on the bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzled into the warmth of his skin. The room fell into silence as the two of you caught your breath.

“What do you think Baji and Emma are thinking right now?” you asked. You weirdly did not feel guilty. This with Draken felt so right you couldn’t feel bad about it. You knew Baji would have wanted you to move on anyways.

It may have been weird to bring up your dead exs after sex with anyone else, but Draken just laughed, holding you closer. “They’re just happy our dumbasses finally realized we’re in love.”

#my writing #draken smut #ken ryuuguji x y/n #ken ryuuguji smut #draken x y/n #draken fic #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fanfiction

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Cass Propaganda (sorry it is so long)

I was gonna put a real intro here but my notes (yes i made notes for this) just say “[cass in competition *violent shaking*]” and i think that's funnier

Fun facts

She’s weird. Genuinely just a strange little guy. She’s an only child (derogatory) who grew up with just her and her adoptive mother in a cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere. She went to public school for like a year and it was the worst so she quit.

She grew up in the 80s. I feel like I should mention this story involves a lot of time travel. She was born in the 1500s, but got out of there when she was a baby and lived in the same place from 1967-1982 (rough estimate, I change my mind on these times a lot).

Her hobbies include reading, watching tv (when the tv works), and fighting. She spends most of her time training with various weapons (especially dual swords). There’s really nothing else to do at her house and she doesn’t get out much.

There’s a big weapons collection in the barn behind her house. It’s partially for safety and partially because her and her mom think weapons are cool.

Speaking of moms I should probably introduce her most important relationships in the story.

The relationship that is probably most important for her is the one with her adoptive mother Calypso (pictured in the middle, holding her on a leash). Calypso grew up in a sci-fi sky city (time travel stuff, i don’t have time to get into it). She had to leave at a very young age, because the government was very corrupt and her adoptive mother (Fawn) was infiltrating it but she got caught. The plan was for them to grab baby Cass (they needed her for Plot Reasons) and go hide in the cabin in the woods. Unfortunately Fawn got shot (rest in peace you were there for like 1 chapter of the plot). So Calypso (who is 13 btw. Did i mention shes 13?) had to raise Cass on her own in hiding (they had some help from a friend but he was also doing government espionage stuff so he mostly just sent money). Because of all the time spent together and the small age gap Cass and Calypso are more like sisters than mother and daughter. They share responsibility equally and neither really had a sufficient parental figure. They both had to take on responsibility at a very young age and are a little fucked up because of it. Calypso’s doing her best I swear, she just never finished maturing herself. They get along really well but they’re also a bit of a wreck.

The second most important relationship to her is Sammy (bottom right). He’s the adopted (yes basically everyone in this is adopted) son of the friend who helped Calypso out after Fawn died. They met when they were 15 and their relationship started out kind of competitive. Cass wasn’t used to kids her age (or men tbh) so she just kind of didn’t talk to him. Sammy thought she hated him. Things developed from there. Anyway eventually they grow to mutual respect and Sammy develops a giant crush on her. Does she reciprocate? Who knows (yes she definitely does). They have a really great dynamic. He reminds her that she doesn’t always need to be tough and that it’s ok to take breaks. She helps him learn to be more confident in himself and to take on some responsibility in life. Anyway I feel like it’s important to mention that they’re bi for bi and Sammy has that trans boy swag.

This next one is one of her most important relationships from a narrative sense. She doesn’t have that much conflict going on among allies, but her and Diana (top right) are at each other’s throats. They hate each other. They are going to fight to the death. They’re basically the same person. Diana is Calypso’s younger half sister (a biological relation for once). Calypso left her house to live with Fawn when she was 8 years old. Unfortunately she had to leave her two sisters behind. It was not the best family situation. Both sisters hold a reasonable resentment towards her, but Diana’s extends a lot further. She was Calypso’s younger sister and sees Cass as Calypso’s way of replacing her. She is headstrong and confident just like Cass, and also determined to oppose Cass in every single group decision. So they’re always fighting and Cass has no idea why Diana doesn’t like her. She just assumes she’s an asshole. Diana is, in fact, a total sweetheart to everyone who isn’t Cass.

Her other friends are Lina and Ben (top and bottom left). Lina and Cass just get along. Idk what to tell you they’re both absolute menaces. They’ve got that teen angst down. Also Lina is mute so they talk shit in sign language wherever they are because most people don’t know what they’re saying. Ben is like a little brother to her. He loves fashion and kind of helped her embrace more girly things like that. She helped him to get over some of his biggest fears. His dad is actually the worst (he’s the one who killed Fawn and he traumatized them both). Cass is going to kill his dad for him when she gets the chance (for legal reasons this is an exaggeration).

More fun facts™

There’s that shadow guy

He just haunts her a little, don't worry about it (you should, in fact, be very worried about it). But really what's the harm of having some guy that no one else can see constantly whispering promises of power and revenge in your ear anyway? She’s probably fine.

2. She doesn’t have a last name but her adoptive mom is from House Acheron (there’s a whole system of families (called houses) that government officials come from but it’s too complicated to explain) so you could call her Cassandra Acheron (nobody does). The house colors are red and gold, which she would hate because they clash with her hair color.

3. She first met Ben when she was breaking into his house In her defense his dad stole something of hers and she did not know Ben lived there

ok that's all

vote for cass pls

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#propaganda #279 cass

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A letter to the boy with sea glass eyes ~1/14/24~

Ignore this post because it is an unsent letter to my current crush :D

You know, it was your eyes that made me realize how much I liked you. We were sitting in a group one day, talking about whatever book we had read as a group, when you turned to look at me after I spoke. The way the sun it your eyes... I wish you could've seen it.

After that I just couldn't stop staring at you, looking at your eyes that looked so much like sea glass that I could almost feel the texture in my fingers.

I hate the way you make me feel. How I change the way I walk when I know you're in the hallway, even if you're never going to look at me. I made fun of one of my friends for acting boy crazy. I could never understand how this one guy could make her feel when she got excited over shower pics when they were snapping. But there was one day when you were out in the hallway and my mutual was in front of you and sent me a streak. And it was of you. I almost saved it in chat. I kind of regret that I didn't.

I hate the way that it's such a stereotype. You're in the soccer, basketball, and track team. You exude confidence, talking with anyone and everyone that you cross paths with without a struggle. You're the popular jock. I wouldn't say I'm a huge academic freak but my grades are up and, if you don't really know me, it seems like all I work for is my academic success.

Usually, when I like actors, they have dark hair and dark eyes. This is vain, but I never thought I'd fall for something with hair blonder than mine.

I hate that fact that you're a senior and I'm a junior. I dread next year when you're gone. Isn't that silly? I only see you for 5 hours out of the entire week. 5 hours out of 168.

Sometimes I try to spot you when I'm outside my house. Your girlfriend lives right around the corner from me, either her moms house or her dads house. I want to be out there, doing something to let you know that I live there. Maybe if you knew that you'd be trying to catch hints of me when you drove by.

I hate how you've been dating Mary [fake name] for eight years. That just seems weird to me. You guys started dating before middle school. I tell myself that its all pretend like in the novels and movies, just a way to get people off your back because you are both stunning and gorgeous people.

I can't tell if you hate me or like me. I would rather you hate me than feel indifferent to me. I want you to think something of me, to have an opinion. Obviously I would rather you like me but I'll take anything other than indifference.

Last year I tried to manifest a boyfriend because I was lonely. I ignored it after a while, when it obviously wasn't working, but I looked at it now and you're basically the guy I manifested.

It's so crazy to me how I went my entire life without really knowing you. Of course I knew you existed. This is a smaller town than average, everyone knows everyone. But this is the first class I've had with you my entire life.

I wonder if I would've liked you back then, if we met when I was younger.

#alettertotheboywithseaglasseyes #to all the boys i've loved before #its basically like that but also not #crushes #unrequited love #first love #writing #schoollife #thelifeofanotherhighschoolgirlagain #drama #highschool #unedited

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Backstory (Middle School Era)

So this is gonna be a long ass one to start so I can explain the story to anyone who may possibly come across this. I met my best friend when we were in the 7th grade we dated for a bit to start out but it didn't last long because we were dumbass kids and made a lot of mistakes. We didn't talk for the rest of 2016, I ended up dating another guy and my bestie is kind of a whore so god knows they dated around during that time. Then 2017 started I broke up with that dude and finally had access to my socials again I'd lost them for unrelated reasons. I asked one of our mutual friends to talk to my not quite yet bestie and see if they were interested in talking to me again and they were so we started talking. We got very very into talking to each other all of the time I dated that mutual friend and they also dated that mutual friend but at a different time. Things were going well but we didn't just fully talk in a friendly way we were kinda flirty and a little bit further than that too we'd send nudes back and forth all of the nine yards but we just called each other our best friends. Then the real juicy shit picks up again when I start dating this guy I'd briefly talked to the year before but I ended up dating my bestie instead. I start dating this guy and suddenly my bestie is being very very weird. They're sending me inappropriate messages knowing I was unavailable. Talking all sad until they start starting someone else in the friend group and for some reason this makes me very very jealous I didn't quite understand at the time cause I was like haha I have a boyfriend seeing them together shouldn't feel like someone just ran a sword through my heart. It ended up looking back feeling like we were trying to compete with each other in our separate relationships. Both of those relationships ended up going to shit like they all do because it was middle school. Me and my bestie were still close tho. The summer between middle school and high school was pretty good till right up before school started and they got into a new relationship with someone who was going to go to our high school and decided that the only way their relationship was going to work was to cut everyone including me out. They did that for a few weeks but we ended up talking again before school started. Next post will detail 9th and 10th grade. I'll make 11th and 12th grade their own post because a lot of shit happened in high school that's confusing as fuck. I'll edit their info out of some old screenshots I have lying around later to show you guys I'm not just writing fiction lmao

#pining #best friends #bestie #love #middle school

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bleedingpeanutbutter · 4 months

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Scars

My friend Alia Arram died when I was seventeen. She died in a car accident. A mutual friend and her were in the car together. She had just gotten the car for her sixteenth birthday. He was driving it out to show her a good fishing spot and flipped it on a gravel road. He walked away. She died on impact. I went to her house that night. One of her brothers had to be sedated. Her other brother said, “I’m glad she at least got the yard mowed today”. Their family was from Israel.

The people in our church were bringing over food to their house to be supportive. In their culture, people fast and the men don’t shave for a month to grieve. Her father got mad and yelled “My daughter is dead and you are bringing me food.” Even at that young age I realized that their culture handles death much better that the traditional Midwestern culture I grew up in. A few days later a friend of mine and I snuck into the salvage yard by the courthouse to find the car she died in. (This was both easier than it should have been and dumb to do essentially right by the cops) I stood there and looked at the smashed vehicle for a long time. This is where she spent her last moments. Probably laughing with her friend. I had no way to process this. At the viewing, she didn’t look like herself at all. They did their best to cover up her injuries, but it didn’t work well. To see someone who had so much life drained of it just felt awful. The pastor who did her service pronounced her name wrong every time he said it. I learned at seventeen that you never know when it’s the last time you may see someone.

My friend Reed Haverkamp committed suicide when I was twenty-one. He was the most creative person I had ever met. We connected in middle school as both of us were aspiring creatives. We would write weird screen plays then try to film them. I remember starting an organization called PPPP with Reed, which I believe stood for “People Purchasing Purple Penguins.” But my memory could be wrong. I dressed as a tacky salesperson in plaid pants and even a gross suede jacket person, and he filmed me trying to sell memberships to PPPP around the middle school. I think somehow we even convinced the middle school teachers to let us shoot on the roof of the school for the scene of someone trying to throw me off. Reed grew up next door to my parents’ best friends, so I was over there all the time.

Eventually I started playing music in high school and so did he. He was also a bass player. I didn’t have any money, and I wanted to record my band so I was able to get a hold of a device called a four track recorder and I learned everything I could about engineering and production to make my first album of the songs the band and I had made. I was ordering books as I could afford them at Hastings books store to learn audio engineering. Then I would practice my craft with the band I was playing in. Reed thought this was awesome and asked me to record his punk band. In a very real way, that band was my first recording client. I learned a lot about recording and punk music from that project. They did a Sex Pistols cover, and I didn’t even recognize it. That’s how little I knew about punk music.

After I walked the stage at my high school graduation, Reed walked up to me and said, “You were one of the only people I cheered for most of these people are assholes.” That was the last time we ever spoke. I don’t think about Reed everyday anymore, that stopped years ago. But there hasn’t been a month that has gone by that I haven’t thought about him since he died, about the art he would have made, the adventure in life he could have had.

A few years ago I was in bed sick and I got a call from my parents’ number. When I answered, I knew something was wrong because it was my dad’s voice. My dad doesn’t call to chat he just isn’t a chatty guy. He said, “We lost your Grandma today.” I replied with what I thought was fitting, “Well, that sucks.” Later my dad would tell me I was his last call and hearing me say that sucks made him finally lose it. My dad’s side of the family is pretty stoic. A trait that has certainly helped me in my own life. I was always close with my Grandparents. I grew up about thirty minutes from the farm they owned. They came to every school play I had, every birthday party, and I worked on the farm during the summer. One day my Grandparents stopped by and brought me a gift. It was a plaque with my last name on the top with this poem on it.

You got it from Your Father. It was all He had to give... So it's Yours to use and cherish For as long as You may live. If You lose the watch He gave You It can always be replaced... But a black mark on Your name Son Can never be erased! It was clean the day You took it And a worthy name to bear When He got it from His Father There was NO dishonor there. So make sure You guard it wisely, After all is said and done... You'll be glad the name is spotless When You give it to Your Son!

I think of this poem all the time when I have to make tough decisions. I certainly haven’t always lived up to it. But having a compass like that in life sure has been helpful.

One summer I was working on the farm and Grandma drove me out somewhere to check on some irrigation. Once we were done, she hopped in the passenger side of the truck and told me to drive back. I had never driven in my life and this completely freaked me out. I told her I didn’t know how and she said she didn’t care. “It’s time to learn this is a farm. The tall skinny pedal is the gas and the long fat one is the break, let’s go.” I was scared at fourteen to turn the truck around, so I put it in reverse and drove it all the way back to the barn. Of course, I now know I did one of the most difficult things possible. My grandma got a huge kick out of this.

At my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary my grandma gave a speech where she thanked all the mentors that she and my grandpa had over the years that had helped them make their marriage a success. This blew my mind as it always seemed like they were just so good at being married. I was a pallbearer at my grandmother’s funeral, and I considered it a great honor to be taking her to her ultimate resting place.

Not too long after that, I got another call in the morning from my parents. It was my dad’s voice again. “We lost your uncle Paul.” Paul was my mom’s brother and the relative I was geographically closest to growing up. Paul took me to my first rock show (REO Speedwagon) We stayed close over the years and he was always there for advice. When I lived in Grand Island I wanted to put in a wooden privacy fence, so I called Paul for advice since he owned a construction company. We discussed concrete vs just putting posts in the ground, how to set up proper drainage and everything. This year I put in a tiny little free library in my front yard, and as I was digging the hole for the post I realized I knew how to do it because of Paul’s advice years ago. So in a small way some kid may read a wonderful book because of Paul's advice. I wrote something for Paul’s funeral that the pastor read, it was just a few stories about Paul. I wrote the line “Paul could be a little bit of an ass” that the pastor left out. The tiny church was full of people, as was the overflow. I was a pallbearer at his funeral as well. At the end of the ceremony me and the other pallbearers were wheeling the casket to the hearse, and I heard my aunt and his now widow cry out “Oh Paul” as she stretched her hand out to the casket. Reaching for him one last time. That moment will be etched in my brain forever.

After the burial, the person who ran the funeral home gave me his keys and told me to drive the other pallbearers back to the church in his car. The pastor who knew Paul well sat in the front seat next to me as we drove. I said to him, “You left out part of my story.” He said, “Yes I did.” “Paul would have gotten a kick out of me trying to get the pastor officiating his funeral to say ass.” The pastor smiled and said, “Yes he would have.”

About a year later I got a call from my sister that my uncle Mark had been in a freak accident and that he was likely paralyzed. This was just at the beginning of COVID. At first I didn't really believe her and thought everything would be fine. That the doctors would work it out, or that it wasn't as serious as she said and she was being dramatic. Or maybe I just didn't really want to think about it. Mark was my dad’s younger brother and was one of the smartest people I had ever met. He used to teach me chess and would show me how my moves were bad by rearranging the board to how it had looked three or four moves ago to prove it. Then putting the board back exactly how it was. It was infuriating. Mark didn't want to be a quadriplegic, especially late in life, so he signed a DNR (I believe video signed) and drifted off one night a few days after his accident. I knew that once he had signed the DNR, he would not be around much longer. Once he had made up his mind, I knew there would be no changing it despite his wife saying she would care for him in any way possible. Mark didn't want to burden anyone, and I don't blame him. Personally, I think he made a very courageous decision, but that’s a discussion beyond this article.

I texted a few of my best friends and told them I would like to hang out that night as I didn't think Mark would make it. I felt it in my gut. They of course agreed. On the way to their house, I stopped to get some booze. As I stood there deciding what to buy, I thought "If I am drinking to Mark tonight it better be the good stuff." So I bought the best whisky they had at the store, which I believe was "Gentleman Jack" but I don't remember. We drank to my uncle that night, with the feeling that he would not be in this world when I woke up the next morning. My friend and I played piano together before I went to sleep and I had a dream that night where I was playing Mark's life on piano and it was beautiful, the melody and everything was perfect, but I could tell the song was about to end. I didn't want it to end, but I could feel it coming. Then it ended in a perfect stillness. I woke up to texts that Mark had passed through the night.

Mark was described as a gentle giant. Even though Mark and I were separated with distance my whole life, it was clear how kind of a person he was. He was always looking out for others and he would always discuss Chess, or Stanley Kubrick (our mutual favorite director) whenever I wanted. Others have written a lot about my uncle since his passing, so I won’t keep beating that dead horse. But you have no way to process these things, so you go on. Life is mostly lived in your head and it has this background tapestry, once that tapestry gets disrupted and with so much finality you have no way even fathom it.

A few months later, I was working from home and got another call from my parents’ number. It was my dad’s voice on the line again saying that Grandpa (His and Mark’s dad) was in the hospital and we had better come visit him for the last time. My sister picked me up on the way and we went to his hospital room in my hometown where my parents still live. He had his eyes closed and I could tell he was barely hanging on. It was time to say our goodbyes. Two of his own children were there, my uncle and aunt, holding his hand and loving on him. It was beautiful. My sister held his hand and told him she loved him. There was so much I wanted to say, to tell him, to thank him for, but I couldn't muster a single word. Nothing seemed right, there wasn’t language to express what I wanted to say. I simply tried to breathe in the moment.

They say, "The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago, the second best time is today." My grandfather was a man who planted trees. He lived a life of honesty and integrity. It was clear in his own children who had obviously inherited his sense of values. He tried to make sure his business dealings were fair, and he treated everyone with kindness. I watched his example my entire life. Part of me thinks he died of a broken heart as his wife and one son had already passed. But at ninety-five, no one is going to say so. At his funeral part of me wanted to yell "High score, perfect run." He really maxed out life, and he had the family and friends around to prove it. I hope I can live a life half as well as he did.

My Grandfather was a successful entrepreneur and while closing out his estate there was a piece of property I considered buying. One of his longtime business associates called me to discuss it, during the call he said, "If you have half of your grandfather’s business acumen and integrity you will do pretty well in life." I replied, "I am hoping I can manage ten percent. I think I would do pretty well with that." He laughed and agreed. But that’s how people viewed my grandfather. You don't build a reputation like that overnight.

A few weeks after the funeral, I wanted to properly grieve my two uncles and two grandparents. I thought back to my friend Alia who I had lost twenty-plus years before and how her family fasted. I read more on how their culture handled the process of grief and I wanted to try it myself. We were on lock down for the pandemic, and I didn't think I would get another chance like this. I decided to do a thirty day fast and reflect on the grief, to lean in to it so to speak. To let the grief and sadness fill me completely rather than to put it out of my mind. Or drink it away, as people tend to do. Now I have several medical professional friends that I can text anytime and I have blood pressure monitors, glucose monitors and many other tools to monitor my health so I would not go into a prolonged fast without both medical supervision and your own monitoring tools. But I found it to be the absolute right thing. I meditated every morning with specific programs designed for grief. I read books like "Top five regrets of the dying" and I let it all fill me up. I actively ran to grief rather than away. I would think about Mark and tear up, but that was ok. That’s what this time was for and it was magical. At day twenty-six I started having weird symptoms, and I texted my friend that now teaches trauma and southeast community college after a long career in the medical field. He told me not to push through the symptoms, so at day twenty-six my fast was coming to an end. I wasn't really sure how to end it, so ceremoniously I went to Subway and got a veggie sub in the drive thru. One of my favorite bands "Waterdeep" had just put out a record, so as I sat in the Subway parking lot eating my first food in twenty-six days. The song "This is now" came on with the following lyrics.

"It’s always funny when you go back in time

The strings won’t tune, and the words won’t rhyme And everything you thought you’d sent away

It shows back up and it’s got something to say

You can look at the sights; You can touch and taste But they focused lights and the set’s in place

They say take a deep breath, and swallow your soul.

And don’t get cute. We all know your role.

But even if it’s only in my mind

I’m not gonna be that person this time

And even if it’s only in my heart,

This is not gonna tear me apart

Cause I don’t care how familiar it feels

Time travel isn’t real.

This is now, and I am me.

It’s always sunny in a certain field

The rain never comes, but the crops still yield

I know you think that’s a bald-faced lie

But sometimes I wish that you’d just stop by

Cause you can look at the sights.

You can touch and taste.

Go on. Have a look around the place.

Feel free to grab a stalk of sugar cane.

Make yourself at home. No one needs you to explain"

I'm not too proud to admit it made me tear up. It was the perfect end to the journey of mourning. Not saying that I am over everything. Far from it. But to really explore the sadness was a beautiful, painful and necessary journey.

I spent a year trying to write this; I rewrote it, scrapped the rewrite and started over. The only gift I can truly give people is my own creativity, and I wanted to give a proper homage to these great people that have been part of my own rich tapestry. There truly are not the right words. Maybe that’s why there are songs, poems, and books to try to get it right. It wasn't until I saw an interview with Stephen Colbert that Anderson Cooper gave where they discussed grief. Colbert discussed losing a brother and father at a young age and Colbert talked about how it scars your soul forever. That he even wished it would be an external scar so people would know, and that IS the perfect way to describe it. The people that you love dying leaves a scar in your very being. It’s not meant to go away. Maybe life is actually more beautiful because it’s temporary. Things have value because of scarcity, and life runs out for all of us. But these people live on through us. Through the scars in our souls like a tattoo. When I face a decision, I will remember the kindness of Mark, the integrity of my grandfather, the no nonsense of Paul, the generosity of my grandmother, the creativity of Reed, the joy of Alia. They live on through our scars, and that’s pretty beautiful.

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sexyandcringe · 2 years

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Warning: none

Content: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining

A/n: happy birthday Rin!!♡

Suna Rintarou is in love.

And one of his obnoxiously loud teammates, a fake blond named Miya Atsumu, won’t let him live it down. He can hear the blond’s low whistles whenever you touch him, be it on purpose or not. He also hears the twins whispering not so subtly to each other behind his back about how whipped he is for you.

Suna knows that he is being very obvious with his feelings, with his light stutters and flushed cheeks whenever you talk to him. He is obvious to everyone BUT YOU.

Sometimes, Suna hates you; do you HAVE to be this flirty (something you deny and say that you’re just “being friendly”) with everyone? He hates how you make his heart flutter whenever you joke about having a crush on him for playing well, how you’d call him “hot and cool” when he successfully blocks the rival team’s ace. He hates that you’d giggle and share your food with Osamu, even though he knows that there is no ulterior motive behind your actions.

But right now, he hates how you fail to realize that the ugly brown-haired guy you’re talking to is blatantly flirting with you. Right in front of him.

“If ya don’t make yer move now, before ya know it, she’ll already be married with a kid or two on her hands. Do ya want ‘er kids to call ya “Uncle Suna” instead of “Dad” when ya meet em?” Atsumu whispers loudly into his ears and Suna feel shivers run down his spine, not only because he is imagining what his teammate said, but also because that sorry excuse of a human you are talking to is patting your shoulder, your naked shoulder, as if you didn’t meet him just five minutes ago. Suna watches as the guy squeezes your bare shoulder, making you pull an uncomfortable expression in response.

Suna’s anger intensifies. He’s angry at so many things - at the dude for flirting with you, at Atsumu for being so provocatively right, and at himself for not making his move already. Eventually, he decides to do the one thing that he can do to reduce his anger - make his move.

You don’t how know you ended up in this situation. One moment you were talking to an old classmate from middle school you met after a long time, and the next, you were crushed against Suna’s chest, his grip tight on your arm. “Do you mind if I steal my girlfriend back for a minute?” You hear him say above you, his chest rumbling underneath your palm.

You gape in shock. Not only had Suna called you his girlfriend (though you know it’s just an act), he’s also squeezing you very tightly against his chest, more so than any male species had ever done to you in your life.

“Ah, uh, s-sure, no problem. I was just..leaving anyway. Have fun.” The guy anxiously backs away upon seeing Suna’s dark expression and quickly turns around before disappearing around the bend. The moment the guy disappears, you feel your tense shoulders relax against Suna’s arms.

Suna hurriedly releases you, afraid that he might have hurt you in any way, but his worries fade away when he sees your sweet smile. Ah, he’s feeling it again - the warm feeling spreading throughout his body, heating his entire face; and the butterflies in his stomach that are just urging him to kiss you as his heart feels this close to exploding.

“Thanks, man!” You sigh and lean back to look up at Suna. “That was so weird. Who the hell touches someone else’s bare shoulder like that when they haven’t seen you in such a long time? In fact, we weren’t even that close back then!”

Suna’s chest tightens when he hears what you said. “You knew him?” He probes hesitantly.

“Yeah. He was in the same class as me in middle school, but he didn’t spare me a glance back then.” A realization pops into your head just then, “I wonder…maybe he was trying to hit on me now because I got hotter?" The disgust mixed with amusement in your voice is clear, yet Suna can’t help but chuckle at your ‘modesty’.

“Why are you asking though,” you smirk. “Are you jealous or something?” It's not you if you don't turn everything into a joke.

“Pfft, in your dreams!” As usual, Suna Rintarou’s instinct to protect himself gets the better of him.

He knows that you are just joking; this is just another one of your provocative comments that leaves his ears a little redder than usual and makes his heart beat a little faster than normal. But today, he wants to make it stop. He wants to force the butterflies in his stomach out of his mouth, much like the words he wants to say to you.

“But wh- what if I, I am?” Suna curses himself for stuttering, for not being able to meet your eyes while attempting to confess to you. Shit, he is so, so uncool.

You stop short; your initial smirk changes into a shocked expression, before morphing into a big grin when you turn around and try to meet his eyes.

If you were being honest, you had a clue or two about Suna’s feelings for you - one of them being Atsumu wiggling his eyebrows at you whenever you talk to the middle blocker - but you didn’t dare to believe it because there is no way that someone as cool and amazing as Suna would like you. There is no way that your crush for three years would hold the same feelings towards you as you do for him. But just this once, you want to believe in yourself, to believe in love.

“Then I would ask you out on a date because you’re the only one I have eyes for, Rintarou.” You look at him in the eyes as you say his name, and Suna swears that his heart is about to combust. He is going to explode for real. Any time now. How can you drop two bombs on him so casually like that and expect him to still be able to think?!

He covers his face in embarrassment, doing nothing to hide the way he stammers over his subsequent words. “S-shit, I was supposed to ask you out first! This- this is so unfair.” Suna’s shoulders slump slightly in disappointment.

“Well, you were taking way too long!!” You chuckle at his adorable response, before prying away his hands from his face.

Suna grumbles our a reply, but you are not listening to him anymore. Instead, you are staring at his lips, and you shouldn’t - you know you shouldn’t - it’s way too early, but you can’t help it; your body leans forward on its own accord and before you knew it, your lips touch his.

You feel Suna’s body tensing at the sudden kiss, but he quickly gives in and returns it. The kiss is slow and sweet. You briefly wonder if your lips are too chapped, but you don’t have it in you to care much about it right now when Suna’s soft lips are moving against yours.

The kiss doesn’t play out like the in the movies - there is no romantic soundtrack playing in the background as the both of you kiss, the world doesn’t disappear around you (you can still hear the twins squealing behind you like high school girls), and neither rain nor flowers are falling around you - but it’s the best feeling you have ever felt; a form of euphoria that you don’t mind getting addicted to so as long as Suna is there.

“Get a room, you two!”

The two of you jolt apart at Osamu’s yell and when you look up, you see his twin setter wiggling his eyebrows at you two, a phone clutched within his raised hand. “Finally getting some action I see.”

Of fucking course the Miyas had to ruin your perfect moment.

"ATSUMU, GIVE ME THAT DAMN PHONE RIGHT NOW!"

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tetsurouskuro · 4 years

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Reunion

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, bokuto does the kabedon

word count: 5,006

a/n: this is my submission for the Haikyuu Headquarters second NSFW server collab! this time it’s the prompt “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” you can find the masterlist HERE by the amazing @vixen-scribbles who is my queen so go give her a follow! 💖

thank you @deathcab4daddy & @gallickingun for beta reading, ily guys so much (go give them a follow if you aren’t already)! 💖

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Synopsis: Three years has passed since you got your heart broken by your one true love Bokuto Koutarou. A high school reunion is about to take place at Fukurodani Academy. What will happen when you finally meet your ex boyfriend?

MASTERLIST!

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Your eyes scanned the invitation card from your high school. Reading every word that’s written. A high school reunion. The thought alone makes you think of him. Wondering how he’s doing. He may be your ex and the boy who broke your heart, but he was your first and still to this day, your only love, and you knew why he did it. He had his reasons.

He had talked you through it before you both graduated high school. He had told you that he wanted to focus on volleyball and that he was going to move away from Tokyo, and you were not the type to try and stop him. You wanted him to succeed. You also had to think about your future and what you wanted to achieve. Both of you went your separate ways, heartbroken that you could not be together anymore.

Bokuto succeeded in achieving his dream. He was playing in big arenas with huge crowds, on TV and he was a well-known volleyball player. The number 4 ace and captain from Fukurodani made it big, just like he promised you all those years ago.

You sighed and placed the card onto your fridge. There was still one week left until the reunion, and it wasn’t like Bokuto would show up. He was busy with volleyball, especially since a new season just started.

You sigh and turn around to grab the warm coffee cup and head to your couch. Once seated you turn on Netflix and start a random show. Grabbing your phone, you go to the search bar on Facebook and search for your ex-boyfriend. Once the two of you had broken up you had unfriended him immediately. You knew it was going to be hard to get over him, so to save you from having to see his posts and face on Facebook, you removed him.

He’s the first one that pops up. You share mutual friends, so it isn’t that weird. You go to pictures and see him with all sorts of different people, smiling and laughing. Sometimes even looking, upset?

Sighing you close the application, lock your phone, and toss it next to you on the couch. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back against the headrest, hoping and praying that Bokuto doesn’t show up to the reunion.

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Wearing a black evening gown with a front slit, thin shoulder straps, and a pair of black heels you step into the big gymnasium where the rest of all the third years are gathered. A waitress walks up to you with a tray in hand, offering you a welcome drink, probably champagne. You take a glass and nod your thanks. Taking a sip, you sigh and take in your surroundings. People are standing in groups, chatting, and laughing. You see Yamato, Konoha, Haruki, Yukie, and Kaori in the middle. Konoha looks your way and you lock eyes. He smiles widely and waves you over. The rest of the gang turns around and sees you too, all of them start to yell at you to rush over.

You smile at them and head towards the squad.

“(y/n)! you’re here!” Yukie excitedly exclaims.

“Yes. Here I am,” you laugh. “How’s everyone? Haven’t seen you all in ages.”

You stand there talking with everyone. You chug the rest of your glass and turn around to grab another just as a round of applause is heard. You follow everyone’s gaze and see someone enter the gymnasium.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeey!” The voice echoes. A familiar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You chant and shove your champagne glass to Yukie. “I need to use the loo.”

“Wait- (y/n)!” She yells after you, but you’re already headed for the door that leads you towards the nearest toilet.

Your heart is beating hard, you can feel your pulse rising. Adrenaline has kicked in and you feel nervous. You’re breathing heavily as you reach the door, turning around slightly to just peek at the man that has made you react this way.

He hasn’t spotted you yet. He’s surrounded by girls and boys, welcoming their former ace to the reunion. You stand there, the door slightly opened, your body halfway through the doorframe and take him in.

He’s wearing ripped black jeans, a matching black tee, black vans, and a light blue jean jacket. His hair is spiked the same way as usual and his golden eyes are filled with happiness. He laughs loudly and scans the room like he’s looking for someone and then his orbs land on you. The way he gazes at you makes your whole-body shiver and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stand still, watching him watch you for a second more until you turn your body back and go through the door and towards the ladies’ room.

Once inside you stand by the door, back against it, trying to control your breathing.

Okay (y/n), calm down! Act normal and don’t freak out!

After 5 minutes you turn around and push the door and walk out, walking back to the gymnasium. You pass a hallway when suddenly-

“(y/n)?”

“Jesus fucking christ!” You jump. “Don’t scare me like that.” You exclaim and turn around and are met with a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah sorry,” Bokuto speaks, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You rushed out so fast.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I just needed to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Okay.” There’s a long pause. Both of you are silent.

“Bokuto-kun!” A female voice yells out, interrupting the awkward silence and you turn around to see where the female is.

“I should head back. Yukie is probably waiting for me,” you lie. “It was nice seeing you Bokuto,” you smile at him and turn around to leave, but he grabs you by the forearm and pulls you towards him.

“Let’s take a walk around the school. I don’t wanna head back just yet.”

“Bokuto I-“

“Please (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages and I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

“Great,” he smiles. “Let’s go then!” He grabbed your hand instead and intertwined his fingers with yours as he dragged you down the hallway and escaped the voice of the girl that was calling his name.

He suddenly stops outside of your old classroom and you both stand there, panting and trying to control each other’s breathing.

“Felt like a teenager doing that,” he laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just need a moment.” Still panting, you stay silent, and watch his tall frame. You stand up straight and clear your throat. Bokuto turns his body sideways and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s open?”

“I don’t know, but what do you wanna talk about Bokuto?” You speak up, wanting to get away from this situation. “We broke up. We’re exes, we’re not supposed to be like this.”

The silence returns, Bokuto��s eyes never leaving yours. You watch him, still out of breath you feel an aching pain in your chest. You fist both of your hands beside your body, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I- shit,” you curse and let out a small laugh. “I need to leave.” You’re just about to turn around when Bokuto’s right arm slams itself on the wall to your left, stopping you in your tracks. You press your back to the wall and raise your head so you can meet his gaze. His tall frame towering over you.

“Don’t,” he sighs. “Don’t leave.” You don’t listen to his plea and try to leave again but this time he slams his left arm on the wall, caging you in.

“Bokuto. Let me go!”

“No!”

“I- What?”

“I came to this reunion mainly so I could see you,” he pauses before continuing. “I made up my mind that if you came, I would try to get you back, ‘cause I still fucking love you.” His golden eyes stare right into yours. You can see the determination in them.

“The way we broke things off, I should never have ended it that way. We shouldn’t have ended it that way. If I could go back and change it, I would’ve made you come with me. I was stupid to let you go.”

“Bokuto, I-“

“And stop calling me Bokuto!” he fumes. “You never called me that while we were dating and-“

“We’re not dating now!” You respond, interrupting him.

“I know!” He slams his right fist on the wall, making you jump. You have never seen Bokuto this upset before, not even when you broke up.

“I’m sorry. Shit (y/n) I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I-“

“It’s okay, Bo! It’s… fine,” you sigh out that last word. You let your head hang low, watching the ground, seeing how close his body is to you. You gulp, trying to contain your thoughts. You haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for as long as you can remember, and seeing Bokuto now, here, this close makes you clench your thighs together. But you would not let your sexual desires over him take over. If he wanted you back, he had to tell you, and apologize.

“When I- We broke up I did it because I wanted to focus on volleyball.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Wait, let me finish.” You stay silent and let him continue.

“I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you with me so badly and I thought that I couldn’t let you come with me because I didn’t want you to stop chasing your dreams. Volleyball was my ambition, not yours.” He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts and breathing before continuing.

“But I was wrong and dumb. I didn’t ask what you wanted, I just assumed and chose for you. I should’ve talked it out with you, asked you if you wanted to come with me and I didn’t. I fucked up,” he takes a deep breath before yet again continuing talking, expressing his emotions.

“Over these past few years, I haven’t been able to let you go. You were always on my mind. You had taken over my head so bad that I started seeing things. Seeing you on the streets, in the audience while I was playing. I never stopped thinking about you. I even stalked your Facebook multiple times and-”

“You stalked my Facebook?” You look up, watching him. Your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

“Yeah, not my proudest moment but I did. I needed to see your face, needed to see what you were doing, and if you were seeing someone. If you were as miserable as I was,” he sighs, his eyes watching yours. “Please (y/n) I am desperate. I want you back. Give me a second chance. I need you back in my life. If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make.”

Bokuto sighs out loudly, like he was in pain, and places a kiss on top of your head before sinking so his eyes are in front of yours. His face just mere inches from yours.

“Just give me one chance. Just one so I can have you back. I want you (y/n). I want to be able to call you mine again. I just need one-“

You decide to instead of using words you crash your lips against his. Cutting him off mid-sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. It only takes Bokuto a few seconds to respond by kissing you back, his body pressing itself close to yours, his forearms bracing him on the wall.

You break off the kiss, bite your lip, and look into his golden shimmering eyes. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Really? I expected you to have a boyfriend or fiancé by now.”

“No,” you groan. “I tried dating, but nobody compares to you.” He smiles widely at your words. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll try to give you everything I can Bo, I’ll try-“

“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you (y/n)!” Blushing you look down, but Bokuto grabs your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips again. And again. You fist a handful of his shirt in your palms and press your body close to his, feeling his semi poking you and showing how much he wants you.

“You’re mine, (y/n). I love you so much,” he moans against your lips and then pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. His hands moving to grab your ass, pushing your pelvis against his. “I’m gonna prove it to you. I need you now. No time to waste.”

He pushes himself off you and turns around, trying to open your old classroom door and to his luck it does. His wide smile is back as he ushers you in.

“Wait- Bo! We can’t, not here.”

“Aww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun and besides,” he pauses, still looking at you as he undoes his belt. “I always wanted to fuck you in this classroom back in the day.”

His sentence makes you hurry inside, and you look around the now unfamiliar classroom. You hear Bokuto close and lock the door, the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes you turn around and face him. His pants are undone but still around his hips.

“Come here baby,” obeying, you take a few steps forward and stop once you’re in front of him. Both of his hands grab you by the waist and pull you forward, his lips instantly crashing to yours. His lips don’t stay on yours too long as they start to travel down the side of your neck towards your exposed collarbone. While his lips are giving your upper body some attention, his hands push your dress up, exposing your black lace thong to his fingertips.

Bokuto recognizes the material and stops his movements just so he can peek at your underwear. He grunts.

“Do you… like them?”

“I love them, baby. Jesus Christ.” Bokuto’s lips return to yours, his index and middle finger tracing the outline of your slit, making you squirm. He then removes them and ushers you to get up on one of the desks, and you do, but not before you remove your thong as sexy as you can, and throw it on the ground nearby.

“Babe, you’re gonna be the death of me!” he exclaims in a groan and hurries back to you. His body standing between your thighs. A slight breeze passes making you shudder, your nipples peek through your dress. Bokuto notices this and instantly with both of his hands, he pushes your dress down your arms and chest, making your breast spring free.

“Haven’t touched these girls in years,” he speaks while palming them both. “So beautiful.”

“Bo- I-“

“Shh love. It’s all about you now,” he removes his right hand just so he can tease your opening. Lubricating your core with your wetness before inserting a finger inside you, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Baby. Look at me,” he groans. You pull your head back and watch him. He removes his left hand and places it beside you, bracing all his weight on it while his other hand is occupied with your cunt. His finger going in and out of you, your walls clamping around him tightly. He snickers at how wet you feel around him and adds another finger, his middle and ring finger are fucking you slowly, too slow for your liking.

“Bokuto, please. I want more,” you moan.

“Easy now baby, I wanna savor this moment. Feeling your wet cunt around my fingers after such a long time,” he grunts. “God baby, you’re so wet.”

“I know, it’s all for you Bokuto.”

He licks his lips seductively and leans in closer to you, his breath hits your neck and makes your whole body shudder. His tongue comes out and licks you up from your collarbone to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and making you let out a sigh in pleasure.

“Do you like that, hmm?” He snickers. “Do you like my fingers inside you (y/n)?”

“Y-Yes Bo, I-I love them,” you moan. He lets out a slight “fuck” as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and thrusts his digits harder inside your wet and aching core. Wanting you to cum so badly. He arches his fingers inside you, making them hit your g-spot.

“Bo, please. I’m so close,” you groan. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You keep on whining to him, the once familiar feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. The pressure in your lower abdomen is getting higher and higher. Your legs start to shake and in just a couple of seconds, you’re releasing yourself around his fingers, your right-hand wraps itself around his wrist, nails digging into his soft skin as you moan out loudly from orgasming.

“Kou!” you scream, your walls clamping themselves around him, his fingers still going in and out of you, your legs shaking and your pelvis grinding itself on his hand. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and panting, trying to get your breathing under control.

After a minute, you open your eyes and are met by a smug smile as he removes his fingers and raises his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers while still maintaining eye contact with you.

“I missed the taste of you baby,” he groans. His long fingers going inside that beautiful mouth of his. A big smile on his lips, his excitement palpable.

Once he has licked his fingers clean, he moves his hands to his pants and starts to pull them down his long legs along with his briefs, his cock springing free and colliding with his lower abdomen. Precum leaking from the tip.

Your eyes are glued on his hard member. It’s as beautiful as you remember, two veins going around his shaft, the pink head craving attention.

Your eyes never leave his crotch as his hand goes down and wraps itself around his hard cock, moving up and down slowly.

“You’re so eager, I love it baby, so sexy when you look at me like that,” his voice speaks, making you look up and meet his golden eyes. He takes a small step forward and with his hand that’s around his cock he traces your lips, mixing his precum with your wetness.

“Wait Kou- Condom!” You moan. The fact that you managed to even utter those words surprised you, but you didn’t know who he’s been with.

“I didn’t bring one,” he answers. “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you instead,” he groans and rams himself inside you. Your walls clenching around him tightly. Your heat making his cock twitch from excitement.

“Fuck Kou, you- you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I can feel you pulsating around me.” He’s still for a moment, letting you get used to him. Had he gotten bigger since you last were with him? Or had it just been such a long time since you’ve had sex? It didn’t matter to you, you loved the feeling of him stretching your walls, making your tight cunt ache for him to move.

His hips backtrack only to force themself back to you, colliding and hitting your g-spot, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the table hard. Your eyes are closed as you take in all the pleasure that he’s giving you. He repeats the same action, he grunts and you moan at the friction.

“Baby look at me,” he moans, his hand going to your cheek, holding it with his large palm. “I want you to look at me.”

You answer him by moaning, opening your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him, pleasure displayed on his handsome face as he starts to increase both his speed and the power of his thrusts. His hips colliding against yours with a strong force. The pleasure is displayed on your face, a lewd look as you’re loving the way he continues to ram himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of that pretty cunt, baby. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him. He loved the excitement of knowing you could get busted having sex in your old classroom but he didn’t care. He had craved you for 3 long years and he wasn’t going to let this moment pass up.

“I want a future with you,” he continues. “I want to marry you. I want to get you pregnant.”

This makes your cunt clench for him. Your walls clamping themselves tightly around him. Marrying him? Pregnant?

"Oh, you'd like that baby? You want me to breed you, baby?" His thrust hits hard, his cock going deep into your core. His eyes travel down, watching his cock going and out of you. The wetness surrounding it like lube, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. His gaze is locked on where both of you connect, watching the way your cunt swallows him whole.

"Fuck baby. Beg for me to fill you, I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."

"Oh god Kou, please fill me with your cum. Breed me," you almost sing. Your voice is filled with all kinds of emotions, pleasure consuming you.

"You want me to breed you, baby? Fill you up with all my sperm," he moans, his hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts got deeper and deeper inside you. The tip of his cock grazing your g-spot viciously, the pressure in your abdomen getting stronger after each thrust. The thought of you swollen with his child made him even harder and closer to reaching his climax.

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum for me. Cum with me. I'm so close," his thrusts get sloppier and you know he is near his release.

"Cum with me Koutarou. Let's do it together."

"Fuck (y/n)," his whole body stills as he ejaculates inside you. The warmth of his semen spurting in you, coating your walls and you follow him soon afterward. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you coat his cock with your release.

Your body is shaking from the intense orgasm you just had, your teeth biting into your lower lip and you feel him move, his still hard cock going in and out of you. Bokuto is making sure that his cum doesn’t come out, to make sure you’re bred and hoping you get pregnant from this.

"Mhm Kou," you moan. Your eyes glance up to his face. A big smile was plastered on his lips.

"That was so hot baby. I want more."

"I don't think I can stand," you giggle. His eyes are watching you, the smile on your face making his heart squeeze harder and being filled with all his love for you.

"What now?" Your tender voice asks.

"I'm waiting."

"... On what?"

"For you to calm down before I go for round two,” he smirks.

“W-Wait. Hold on. Round two?”

“You didn’t think I was already finished with you, baby? I’m just getting started.” With that being said, he flips you over. The action making his cock get pulled out from your heat.

You’re bent over and your front is pressed against the now warm desk. His hands start to caress your body, from the base of your neck to your naked ass. He gives your ass some attention before slapping each cheek, making you jump from the sudden action.

"I could just cum from the sight of you," he grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, to make sure you're bred."

"Kou-tarou~," you moan as he enters you without warning, his cock rock hard and coated in both your juices and his semen. His hands holding your hips still as he thrusts deep inside you. Ramming his cock hard into your wet and tight core. His fingertips are digging hard into your flawless skin, leaving a mark but you don’t care. The only thing that’s going through your mind right now is the way his cock is pounding into your wet and swollen cunt.

"I won't stop until you're dripping with my cum, to be sure you're pregnant with my child," he almost screams. "Jesus fuck baby the way you clench around me is wonderful."

Your cunt clenches harder around his cock, the thought of being pregnant with his child makes you reach some kind of bliss that you never thought you could. The soft image pops up in your mind for a second, but it’s soon gone as one of his hands grabs your shoulder, his other following suit.

You can feel his semen leaking out as he continues to ram into you, and you know he notices it cause he lets out a snicker.

"My cum is seeping out of your pussy, but I'll fill you up again baby. I'll fill you up again and again."

"Kou- I'm gonna cum again," you moan. Your left hand holding the edge of the desk while your right one is in front of you, trying to grab something and it does as Bokuto's right hand comes forward and intertwines with yours, clamping around it. His body pressed against yours. Feeling his breath on your neck.

"Say it, baby, say what I want to hear."

"P-Put a baby inside me Koutarou please."

"Fuck yes," he moans vocally, biting down on your neck as he fills your cunt with his cum, the feel of his cum inside you again makes you clench around him and you reach your climax.

"Yeah, my cum makes you orgasm so fucking hard right baby?"

"Mhm," you answer, too worn out to even form your own words.

You press the side of your face on the desk and close your eyes. You're breathing heavily, so is Bokuto. His warm breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps form on all of your body.

"(y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm getting soft."

"Oh my god!" You giggle.

"Stop. You're making me fall out, stop it!" This makes you laugh out loud, this man who just minutes ago went all sex god on you is now filled with concern.

"Are you alright though? I wasn't too hard? Or rough? Or-"

"Baby, you were perfect," you answer in a giggle, interrupting his worrying self.

There's a comfortable silence surrounding you both, not a single word is uttered. The only sound is the sound of your breathing.

Suddenly you feel him move and pull himself out of you. Bokuto is fast with tucking himself inside his briefs and pulling his pants up, buckling his belt too. While doing this, you feel his cum seeping out from your hole.

"Hold on I'm on it," his voice speaks and you can hear him look for something to clean you up with. "This will do."

He's back fast and with some paper towels that are not very nice to your lady parts, and he cleans you up. The feeling of the paper made you wince, both from being sensitive and roughly fucked by your ex and now boyfriend, but also from the paper not being soft enough for your liking.

"I'm done, there," he softly speaks, his voice filled with tenderness but also worry, that it was hurting you. He wasn't. He was doing something so much more, and you loved him for that.

Getting up and getting dressed was the part where it got uncomfortable for you, his eyes stared at you as you dressed, fixing both your gown and hair, making it not look like you’ve just been fucked.

Your thoughts wander to what had just happened. Was this just some kind of roleplay or did he want to impregnate you? Not that it mattered for you, you couldn’t care less because you got what you had wanted for years. Him.

Once you’re done you turn around and see that Bokuto is already watching you, a big smile on his lips.

"What?"

"Nothing. You’re just so beautiful I can stare at you all night.”

"I-" you blush. “Thank you.”

"Now,” he says as he takes a small step forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His smile still there and you can see how his eyes are glowing.

“I love you,” he kisses you. “I love you so much (y/n). You’re the love of my life.”

"Again."

"Huh?" He turns his head to the side, not knowing what you mean.

"Say it again. I need to hear it again." With confidence, he grabs your face in his hands and holds you in place. His eyes watching yours and with the softest smile on his lips, he says:

"I love you.”

"I love you too." You sigh in happiness and he seals your lips with a passionate kiss. Both of you smiling through the kiss in pure bliss.

He pulls away and grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the classroom and in the opposite direction of the party. Confusion consumes you as you speak.

"Kou, baby. The party is that way," you giggle and point down the other side of the hall.

"I know. We're not returning."

"We're not?" You ask in confusion.

"No."

"Why not?" He stops in his tracks and you collide with his rock hardback. He turns around, smirking.

"We have 3 years of lovemaking to do and I want you in my bed when doing that." He returns and walks you out and into the parking lot, leading to his car and a future of you and him together again. Nothing could stop you now.

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forsworned · 3 years

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a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikini x reader)

a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

warnings » mentions of death

word count » 4.3k

categories » f/m, multi

chapters » one two three four five six seven eight nine ten

relationships » modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

characters » mitsuri kanroji, shinobu kocho, yoriichi tsugikuni (obvi), uncle keshi (oc), tengen uzui

author’s note » thank u for everyone's support and all the kind and positive comments they make me feel so overwhelmed with joy! i will try to update as frequently as i can but know i am in school so i can't do it as much as i want to. please enjoy this chapter and feel free to drop a comment !

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『♡』 chapter five: nothing but anxiety and coffee

"'I just need to see you healthy and alive and thriving.'?!"

You chuckled humorlessly at Shinobu's reaction as you stared at your drink as you stirred at your iced coffee. Most of the ice had already melted so were left with diluted coffee and the condensation dripping down the plastic cup and pooling onto the table.

You finally looked at her."Yeah, can you believe that?"

"Bro, he is unbelievable." Shinobu shook her head as she picked the lint off of her sweater.

Mitsuri nodded in agreement. "Totally, he needs to get some sense in him."

"And fast, what else happened?"

"And he said that he'd finish the project by himself and then he just basically disappeared after that. Like he was a vampire or something it was really weird. I felt like I was in twilight."

Mitsuri and Shinobu visibly disgruntled with his actions and words.

You put your head in your hands. "I can't believe I cried over this dude, man. He's making me lose my mind for nothing.

"Hey, we've all been there before." Shinobu said putting a hand on your shoulder. She knew it was especially tough on you knowing that you didn't really have many crushes racked up. So she did what she was best at."I'm sorry he's being such an ass to you, but I have a feeling it won't last long."

You quirked an eyebrow at her. "And why is that?"

Shinobu pulled out a green folder and opened it showing it to the both of you. Her being the middle you and Mitsuri leaned in analyzing the documents. "Because I've been doing some digging."

Suddenly the folder was snatched out of her hands and you all gazed up from your seats to see a tall white haired male, sipping on an iced latte with wide eyes open. "How the hell do you guys know who Uncle Keshi is?"

"Hey, give that back you narc!" Shinobu shouted, scrambling to get back the folder filled with papers of apparently Uncle Keshi and God knows what else.

Tengen ignored her as he rifled through the papers that she had printed out and highlighted. You studied him as his face began to get more and more worried. You had only met Tengen a handful of times. He and Shinobu had gone to the same middle school and then he pursued baseball and transferred to a prestigious high school. That still didn't stop him from re-entering Shinobu's life since their families had been friends for generations and well now they went to the same university.

"Narc?" You asked looking at her inquistively.

"Fuck off, why don't you." Tengen grimaced at her as he plopped next to you with his eyes still glued to the papers. He turned to you and Mitsuri and smiled for a moment. "Hello to everyone that's not named Shinobu."

You and Mitsuri laughed. Mitsuri was especially cheery to see him as she greeted him quietly.

"Hi to you, too, Tengen. Why are you a narc?" You asked leaning back and crossing your arms.

Tengen rolled his eyes, but before he could answer Shinobu spoke up. "Because his dad used to work for the Yakuza and now he's a cop."

"No way..." You and Mitsuri's eyes widened as you looked at him.

"Since when was you're dad a Yakuza member?" You asked.

Tengen scoffed. "Since like forever." He narrowed his eyes at Shinobu. "And I'm not a fucking narc."

"You are by default." She retorted looking at her black nails.

"When did your dad cop out?" Mitsuri was trying her best not to laugh at her own joke, but she fist bumped Shinobu in the process.

"You guys are annoying." He nawed on his straw as he scanned over at the contents of the mysterious folder. "But that's honestly besides the point. How do you know who this is?"

"Give that back, already!" Shinobu yelled as she tried to swipe at it but, Tengen's arms were much longer than hers and it was out of her reach. You sat there still wondering where you had missed that Tengen's dad was apart of the Yakuza. Questions had rushed through your head as you wondering why his dad had suddenly decided to narc out---or 'cop out' according to Mitsuri.

"Not until you tell me what's going on." Tengen said with a very solemn expression.

You all looked at each other for a moment and Shinobu crossed her arms in defiance. You let out a sigh and sat up again.

"I went to a Yakuza gathering last night without realizing it." You admitted. Shinobu and Mitsuri looked flabbergasted that you would give out information so quickly without being brownnosed, bribed or blackmailed.

Tengen looked at you for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "No, really. Why do you guys have this?"

"No, really--"

Shinobu covered your mouth trying to keep you from saying anything more than you needed to. "Don't worry about it, narc."

You removed Shinobu's hand and she gave you a look that screamed "Shut the entire fuck up. I will handle this."

Tengen's eyes narrowed her. "Do you even know what deep shit you're getting yourself into. This isn't some Nancy Drew shit this is some real mafia shit that you have zero business in."

Shinobu watched Tengen bob the folder up in down in his hands as he spoke and she took it as an opportunity to snatch it out of his hands. "Well, good thing we have a really good lead."

Shinobu sat back with a satisfied look on her face but Tengen was not letting up. His body was tense and he was grinding his teeth as he looked at her. Not in an angry way, but in a slightly overprotective way.

"You have no idea what you could get into. You could end up dead, Shinobu. I'm serious." He lowered his voice looked her dead in the eye.

Shinobu grinned smugly at him. "We're not fucking stupid, Tengen. But thanks for confirming that we're dealing with Yakuza."

Tengen's mouth dropped as he looked at her. He had fallen into her trap and it was all coming together now.

"Did you lure me out on purpose?" He was absolutely flabbergasted at her.

"Mmm, maybe." She teased, giggling at his astounded expression. Even you and Mitsuri were shocked, but certainly not surprised. Shinobu was a bit of a master mind.

"Dude..." You looked at her as you shook your head. "Not cool."

"Not cool, indeed. You're unbelievable, Shinobu. Do you know how much trouble I could get into?" He whispered yelled as he looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. No one actually was actually paying attention because mid-terms had everyone in a stress chokehold so they could probably couldn't give less than a fuck about the Yakuza.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else." Mitsuri said looking around anxiously.

Tengen got up from his seat but not before he snatched the folder out of Shinobu's hand once again.

"Fine." Shinobu followed his lead. "Where should we go?"

You do the same and brush the crumbs off your legs. "Let's go to my place. It's like a ten minute walk from here anyway."

* * *

"Ugh, [name], your bed is so comfy." Mitsuri sighed as she splayed her body out on top of your throw blanket.

"It's pretty quaint." Tengen mused, closing the door behind him. You sighed becoming depressed almost immediately at the use of the word.

You shoved your head into your throw pillow. "That's what Yoriichi called it." Your cry was muffled and sad enough to make Shinobu and Mitsuri pout at you sympathetically.

Tengen's head whipped into your direction at the name. "Did you just say Yoriichi?"

You peered up from your pillow and nodded your head. Tengen sat in your desk chair and pulled it up immediately to sit in front of you. "Okay, you've really got my attention now. Tell me everything that happened that night, anything or anyone you saw."

You cocked an eyebrow at him. "And what do I get out of it, narc."

Shinobu smirked at you and crossed her arms in triumph. You were becoming her little protege. Tengen rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll tell you why my dad narc'd out in exchange for your information."

"That's more like it. " You held out your pinky. "Pinky promise?"

"Yes," Tengen laughed and shook his head as he linked your pinky with his own and stamped your thumbs together to complete it.

"I promise." The both of you chorused.

Tengen's face dropped to his serious face again. "Now tell me how you know Yoriichi."

You took a deep breath before you began to get into the whole fiasco of a night you had. You watched as all three of them went through a whirlwind of emotions, feeling every part of the story with you. Much to your surprise, Tengen was understanding and attentive to anything and everything you were saying. He hung on to every detail and not interrupting you at all even when you mentioned how you and Yoriichi shared those handful of intimate moments. After you had mentioned how Yoriichi suddenly gave you the cold shoulder Tengen nodded as he placed his hand on his chin in deep thought. Much to your surprise, Mitsuri and Shinobu had stayed quiet the whole duration awaiting Tengen's response.

"Okay, try not to freak out when I say this." Tengen began and you grimaced for a second mentally preparing yourself for whatever he was about to drop on you. "But you are definitely in the process of a courtship."

"Courtship?!" Mitsuri and Shinobu nearly shrieked.

"[name] cannot get married now!" Shinobu began to panic and then looked at you in fear. "Right?! You're not considering that at all, right?!"

"Shinobu, calm down." Mitsuri put her hands on the ravenette's dainty ones in an attempt to soothe her. "[name] knows better than to be a Mafia wife right, [name]?"

Everyone's attention was on you as you sat there trying to register everything. If what Tengen was saying wasn't a load of shit, then maybe being a mafia wife didn't seem that bad especially if Yoriichi was going to be by your side...

"Oh God! She's actually giving it a thought!" Shinobu's hands flew to cover her face as she began to sob hysterically.

"Can you calm down?" You finally said getting annoyed with her antics. "And stop having a fake meltdown. I haven't even said anything. Am I not allowed to register everything?"

Shinobu looked up at you from her hands and wiped away her crocodile tears. "Oh, thank God. I thought you were actually considering it."

You shrugged at her. "Maybe, maybe not. We don't even know if this is true or not."

As you watched Shinobu's face drop again, Mitsuri became elated. Remember when I said she loved love? Mitsuri really loves love. But before either of them could say anything Tengen spoke up.

"Everything I'm saying is true. The Hanafuda are known for their arranged marriages once they get to a certain age, but if they can find someone who they like by that time then they can marry them accordingly. So," Tengen said rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with a devilish grin. "with the Hanafuda being active again that means Yoriichi is next in line to have a bride to-be or a prospect or future suitor. Whatever you want to call it. It's the same end result."

You were searching for the right words to say but everything was just coming to a blank, so instead you just listened to Tengen as he carried on with his explanation. "That's probably the reason why Yoriichi dipped."

You looked down for a moment embarrassed, but Tengen slight panic caused you to gaze up at him. "I didn't mean that he didn't see you like that! I mean the Hanafuda being active again. If any other mafia's see you with him or catch word of you, they're bound to stalk you down and kidnap you, do away with you or use you as ransom. If anything I think Yoriichi made a really hard decision to keep you away, but the worst case scenario could be that they already have you in their books."

Instead of replying you simply threw your body back against your bed as you sighed loudly.

"I think that may have been a massive information overload, Tengen." Mitsuri peeped up.

"Ya think?" Shinobu raised an eyebrow at her as she leaned towards you to caress your hair. "You good?"

"Hmm, I just found out that I am possibly a bride to-be and that I'm a possible target to a bunch of rival mafias. What do you think?" You replied sarcastically. You felt the bed shift again and see Tengen sit on your right side.

"Hey, it's not all bad. The Hanafuda have tons of perks for their women. They don't cook like at all and they get a huge allowance and dowry. Plus, a lot places around Japan give special offers and discounts to well known Yakuza households."

You facepalmed. "Yeah, not exactly the reasons I was looking for, but thanks, Tengen."

"Hey, you wanted to know." He shot back as he took a swig of his water bottle. You weren't the only one who was at a loss for words. Shinobu and Mitsuri were equally as shocked, which wasn't out of the ordinary. It wasn't every day that you were in a deadly tango with the Yakuza.

"So, what do you wanna do [name]?" Mitsuri asked looking down at you. Her emerald eyes glistened in the afternoon light and as pretty as they looked you could tell they were full with worry. The rosette was usually quiet in times of distress not wanting to escalate the situation, well more than Shinobu already did. She liked to be he buffer in those kinds of moments.

You covered your eyes and took a deep breath as you shook your head. "I don't know anymore. This is way too much to even register right now. I feel like...I feel like I can't be alone anymore knowing that there are people possibly watching my every move. I mean let's be honest I'm a creature of habit. I'm not exactly an unpredictable human being. I take the same path to and from and we go to all the same coffee shops and shopping centers. Wake up at the same time for school and come back around the same time."

"Well, we don't know that yet." Tengen spoke up after your little spiel. "These are the facts." Tengen held out his hands.

"The Hanafuda are active--fact. Izanagi being back in town is proof of that. Also you had mentioned that Uncle Keshi and him have made up so that double's over. More over you are a prospect--BIG fact."

You sit up at the mentioning of the little family feud. "Right, why did they fight? Uncle Keshi said that they made up?"

Tengen rubbed his chin in thought for a moment. "Well, let's see. Last time I remember, Michikatsu pulled an evil twin and pretty much acted like Yoriichi and burned down a wing of the building which is why he had been banned. Izanagi and Uncle Keshi had been feuding for some years, but I can't really remember that far back."

"Did he ever have something against Michikatsu?" You asked perking up at the name. As annoying as it was, you still felt very drawn towards him. Yoriichi may have said he was "dangerous and troublesome", but it wasn't the danger that was tempting. It was as if he had a side that you wanted to explore and---okay maybe it was because "he was the danger", but could you help it? It definitely had run in the family.

Tengen raised an eyebrow at you. He clearly felt the desire to know more about said"evil twin". "Well, actually Uncle Keshi has a rule against having any violence against children. Michikatsu wasn't a child then, but he wasn't involved with any feuding that was being done with Izanagi and Uncle Keshi prior to the fire. He tries to keep the quarreling to a minimum. Less casualities."

Your heart thumped at the word casualities. "C-casualities?"

"I mean, [name], Uncle Keshi isn't unicorn and rainbows. Sure, he may seem like it, but part of it is just a front like his shop. He was a real and active Yakuza in the day. Larceny, arson, grand theft auto, gang conspiracy, and yes, even murder. I hate to break it to you, but he's no saint." He said, cracking open a can of Pringles. " I mean neither am I, but I didn't kill anyone."

"Thanks for letting us know, narc. Now when are you gonna tell us about why you're dad became a pig?" Shinobu broke her silence as she got up from her spot to stand over him (not really though, she was still shorter than Tengen when he was sitting.)

"Call me that one more time and I won't tell you shit." He replied shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.

"Aw, but you pinky promised." You whined from his left. A small sigh emitted from his lips as he set down the can of Pringles on the floor.

"To make a long story short, my dad was in some deep shit, so to get everything expunged they offered him a way out. Way out being an officer."

"You mean a pig." Shinobu plopped into your desk chair that was once occupied by Tengen.

"What kind of deep shit?" You questioned. The more you thought to actively ignore Shinobu's bitchy antics--though she wasn't wrong--the more smoothly this information exchange would go.

"The same kind that made Uncle Keshi settle down to being a cafe owner." The white haired male replied pulling his hair tie out of his pony tail.

You could only watch him as he readjusted his hair into a now more comfortable low bun. Your world was spinning and you had no idea how to slow it down. Millions of questions were itching at you. You didn't know how to ask them without sounding too invasive, but Yoriichi was already opening his world to you without even being there.

"I think some questions should be reserved for Yoriichi. I shouldn't invade his privacy. God knows I would hate if someone was telling my secrets to strangers." Tengen rolled his shoulders and head and then glanced over at you. "Don't you think?"

You only nodded your head. He was definitely right. If you wanted answers you had to go straight to the source.

"Also, when you do get to talk to him, which I'm 1000% sure you will, do not mention my name. The last thing I want is a bunch of Yakuza down my throat."

You raised your hand to him. "You have my word."

He looked down at your hand before shaking it. "Appreciate it." He got up to stretch and grabbed his can and shoved it into his bag. "Well, I gotta run. Let me know when you talk to him."

"And why would she do that?" Shinobu gave him a once over.

"Because I'm interested in how Yoriichi will finally take intiative. He's usually very passive with these kinds of things when the Yakuza is involved, but something tells me that he's going to take some action very soon." He threw his backpack over his shoulders and unlocked your door. "Well, I'm out."

"Hey, Tengen." You called out as he mostly slid out the door.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, I really appreciate you clearing a lot of things up. Even though, Shinobu kinda set you up."

He chuckled. "Yeah, no problem. Update me. See ya guys later."

You all waved him goodbye as he exited your apartment save for Shinobu who was still very annoyed with his lasting presence.

"So, now that he's gone." Shinobu jumped out of her seat and began to rummage through your closet. "Let's find something that'll get Yoriichi's eyes boggling out of his head."

You rolled your eyes.

"Maybe, that's a little too soon?" Mitsuri glanced over at you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable, but your mind was far, far away from the conversation taking place in your bedroom.

Your mind was reeling and you could only think of what Yoriichi was doing right in this moment.

* * *

"Are you gonna sit there all day and wait for her to come through those doors?"

Uncle Keshi's voice had pulled Yoriichi out of his stupor. He looked at him slightly embarrassed that he had caught him waiting for you. Hell, Yoriichi didn't even realize he was waiting for you. He just found himself walking back here like how you guys had your first real conversation and the way you looked at him last night when he told you that you shouldn't see each other anymore. It pulled at his heart strings.

"No, I'm just...trying to finish this project and there's construction going on outside of my place and I can't concentrate."

Uncle Keshi set down the towel he was drying a mug with and walked over to where Yoriichi had his laptop open but not on and his notes splayed around the tabletop. He sat in front of him as he watched Yoriichi fiddle with his pen.

"You okay, kid?"

"I can't believe I did that to her..." Yoriichi mumured as he looked out the window in deep thought. The look of betrayal on your face replayed over and over in his head.

Uncle Keshi chuckled and smiled softly at his nephew. "You guys will be okay."

Yoriichi's head rotated to face his uncle's. "What do you mean."

"You're joking, right?"

Uncle Keshi shook his head as he got up and walked toward the kitchen to make a latte. Yoriichi was confused as to what he was going on about. "What are you talking about?"

His uncle smiled down at his coffee as he began to create his latte art. "You brought her to our anniversary in front of your parents. Is that enough hint for you?"

Yoriichi played back the moments in his head where you had met his father and mother, hell basically his whole extended family at the party last night. The distinct looks that they had given you...

His heart thudded loudly against his chest at the realization of what he just did. A cup of coffee with a koi fish drawn in the white foam was slid into his view. Yoriichi always wondered why his uncle would spend hours trying to perfect latte art as a child, but he finally understood why now.

"Fuck." Was all he could manage to verbalize as he covered his head with hands. How did it come to this? "I have to call it off."

"No can do, neph. Your parents saw her with you and that's that. The both of you are in the process of your courtship."

"But I had no idea that yesterday was you guys re-officiating the Hanafuda! A heads up would have been nice, uncle. I can't explain to her that she has to be with me and go along with this rising leader thing. I don't even want this!"

Yoriichi was beginning to spiral at the realization that he had to tell you that were going to be his for life along side him with the position he never wanted in the first place knowing you were a walking target now. He couldn't even imagine the look on your face when he would tell you this. There was no way that it could end well.

"Look, I know it may seem like the end of the world, but you're the right person for the job. Everything else will fall into place. And your concern for [name] isn't needed. It's all getting handled." Uncle Keshi took a sip from his own latte so nonchalantly that it made Yoriichi's blood boil.

"Oh, like it was handled last time?"

He really didn't want to go there knowing how much of a mental, physical and emotional toll it had taken on his uncle, but what about his own feelings? Yes, her death was out of everyone's hands, but if he could just, just--

"I know I can't go back in time to change the past." Uncle Keshi's soft expression towards his troubled nephew never went away. He felt all his pain. "But I promise you. This time will be different. [name] will be safe and I can ensure that to you."

Yoriichi would never feel ensured or secure with your safety. Not as long as all the rival mafia's existed. He could only count on himself to protect you and he would make sure of it even if it costed him his own life. It was the least he could do for dragging you into this unprovoked.

"It will be different." Yoriichi finally spoke up. "Because I'll be the one to protect her."

Uncle Keshi could feel how intense his nephew's feelings were. How mixed emotions and someone his age with all those hormones rushing through him could make him do crazy things. He was once his age after all. Falling in love and taking up a position he didn't want to wasn't a foreign concept to him.

"We're in this together." Uncle Keshi pulled up his sleeve to reveal his dark koi tattoo that was embedded into his upper forearm. Yoriichi hesitated as he looked at his tattoo. It was faded but still looked intact. He pulled his own sleeve up to reveal his white koi fish and when they shook arms they connected like ying and yang. Not even kind of. Uncle Keshi and Yoriichi were like Night and Day. Water and Fire. Receptive and Creative. You would probably think that it would be him and Michikatsu, but in actuality they were more alike then he would've wanted.

Yoriichi nodded a little more confidently. "Together."

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binunus · 3 years

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sex with bin x eunwoo (m)

a/n THIS WHOLE ALBUM??? IS SO GOOD??? LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK !!!

also im so so sorry that i keep disappearing, every time I think I have a break in school, my professors keep going like sike here’s a new assignment and group presentation 🤡, but I swear I’m still working on all the requests, it’s just a real slow progression this time 😔

but thank you all so much for being really patient with me and my works, i legit wanna cry when I think about how sweet all you loves are ❤️

→ genre: smut

→ tw: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lovies) dom!binwoo, brat!reader, light bondage?? anal, eiffel tower, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f and m receiving), ~choking~ bc it’s me, squirting, v-voyeurism??

→ word count: 3.3k _________________________________

oh good fucking lord

I don’t even know where to start

just the thought of getting dicked down by these two immaculate men??? at the same time??? i would sell my soul

and just binwoo are literally my biases?? im still going back and forth between them (even though I think bin is the top)

alright so how does this little thing even start

this is a non-idol au, lowkey this request is giving me frat boy vibes oops i said it

bin and eunwoo are close, they’re best buds

they have fucked the same guy/girl before, but never at the same time

they just have the same taste in people wink wonk

sidenote: bin and eunwoo as bi kings??? so much power fuck

so you are a mutual friend

you met them both in college and have stayed friends since then

but relationships aren’t for you (not yet at least)

the streets™ are still your companion

yes you have fucked both bin and eunwoo before in college, eunwoo once when you were junior, and bin a couple times throughout senior year

you don’t talk to them often, but if something comes up on your feed or a monumental event happens to any one of you, of course you’d spike up some conversation

so you’re coming back in town for a week or so, visiting old friends and family

and bin hits you up like “hey, I saw that you were in town! we should get some dinner and catch up!”

and you were not about to say no to that, bin was a good part of your college years! it would be nice to hang out with him again

alright you weren’t expecting to get action from this dinner – it popped in your mind, yes, but it wasn’t the ulterior motive

but did you try to dress up a little to impress moon bin?? maybe so

and shit, when he showed up to the restaurant looking like a whole ass man??

like did his biceps look more appetizing than the food you were being served? a little bit

conversation was exchanged very easily, you and bin were always a bit flirty with each other, ever since college, but you both knew it never meant anything beyond sex

and so when he asked if you were dating anyone, you knew this was the invitation, and were you going to accept it?? 100%, you haven’t had sex in a while because of your job

and so you find yourself back in bin’s apartment

bin: hm? I guess eunwoo’s not home from work yet

you: eunwoo? as in cha eunwoo? you guys still live together?

bin: yeah, we like living together, rent was cheaper that way, and this place is equidistant from both of our work places...is that a problem??

you: no, I mean it makes sense, just...what if eunwoo comes back while we’re in the middle of fucking...wouldn’t that be weird?

bin shrugging: you’ve had sex with eunwoo in college too, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before either. who knows he might even wanna join?

he said that as a joke alright

but as soon as he mentioned it, your eyes dilated a bit

bin noticed immediately and he caged you against the wall, a little smirk playing on his lips

bin: you seem to like that idea, y/n. hm? you wanna get fucked by both me and eunwoo? didn’t know you were into threesomes

your cheeks are flushing, you felt seen: would you feel weird if he joined? you guys are friends and roommates

bin shaking his head: me and eunwoo have talked about it before, and honestly this seems like the perfect opportunity. we’re all friends here.

you being nervous a little bit bc a threesome?? with both bin and eunwoo?? those two 6 foot attractive men??

you tried a threesome before bc you were curious, but it wasn’t the best hookup experience

you: should we...? wait for him??

your cheeks are flushed a little, like how were you supposed to go about this

bin smiles bc you look a bit cute right now being all shy and he just pinches your cheek

bin: you got cuter since we graduated y/n

you: shut the fuck up bin, don’t make me tie you up again

bin smirks and his hand moves from your cheek to fully grasp at your neck, he squeezes your throat as he pushes you so that your back collided with the wall: baby, if anyone’s getting tied up tonight, it’s gonna be you

and god if you weren’t horny before, you definitely are now, especially with the way bin was cutting off your airflow??? your head was spinning in the best kind of way

bin slotting his thigh in between your legs as he just crashes his lips onto yours

and he’s still choking you when he literally shoves his tongue down your throat, you have to grab onto his broad shoulders just to steady yourself

making out with bin is so hot

he picks you up by your ass and you wrap your legs around his waist, you both are still making out as he leads you to the couch

you’re straddling him oh lord have mercy

you in between kisses: why don’t we go to your room? what, is it messy?

you moan as he spanks your ass at the quip: we’re gonna need to do something about that smart mouth of yours baby...and we’re here to give eunwoo a little show when he comes home. Why, you need a bed? pillow princess? last time I remember, you were fine getting fucked in the maintenance room.

you two go back to kissing, bin’s hands were gripping at your waist now, lifting up the bottom of your shirt so that you could take it off

never in your life have you been so happy to wear a skirt, you could feel the outline of his bulge against your underwear, the fabric of his jeans giving you just enough friction

and when you start grinding on him, he grunts into your mouth and bites on your lower lip

and fuck when bin removes his shirt? he was always built in college but the definition of his muscles now?? you were literally drooling

you: holy shit bin, isn’t your job in business? where do you find the time to workout?

he’s kissing your neck now: you can always find time to workout y/n, just make it part of your daily routine

exercise evangelist moonbin™

you’re tilting your head to the side giving him more access, bin’s sucking hickeys into your neck and it just feels so good

your neck’s a sensitive spot, if you couldn’t tell

and bin knows that so he’s paying extra attention to your neck, you don’t even notice when his hands go around your torso to unclasp your bra

the two of you are literally just topless on his couch, making out and feeling each other up, when lo and behold, eunwoo comes home

his eyes go wide and he immediately covers his face: jesus christ bin, go to your fucking room

bin starts laughing, you know his laugh where his eyes literally crinkle and he smiles so wide and his laugh increases in pitch, that one

you can’t help but laugh too, you thought you would be embarrassed, but this is a bit funny

you: you don’t have to cover your eyes eunwoo, it’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before

eunwoo: oh shit, hey y/n, didn’t know you were coming over?? well...uh if you guys aren’t gonna go to bin’s room, I’m going to mine and just let me know when you’re done

bin: you sure you wanna go to your room? y/n wants you to join us

eunwoo’s blushing a little bit (he’s not covering his face anymore) when you two meet eyes: are you sure y/n?

you get a bit shy again bc shit, eunwoo in a suit coming from work with silver-blue hair? sexy

you: yeah...if you want to, me and bin are cool with it.

bin’s back to kissing your neck as you basically watch eunwoo remove his jacket and tie

and oof him unbuttoning his dress shirt? y’all he’s a tease, they both are

bin: let’s take this back to my room

eunwoo: we can go to mine, it’s cleaner and my bed’s bigger

you: i knew it

bin bites your shoulder and you let out a mix between a yelp of pain and a moan

bin: eunwoo get your ropes, we need to teach y/n a lesson on being bratty

eunwoo chuckling as he leads the way to his bedroom

bin already made himself comfortable on eunwoo’s bed, and you’re standing to the side making conversation as eunwoo looks through his closet for the ropes lol

as soon as eunwoo finds it, there’s a dark change in his eyes and he smirks at you: why don’t you join binnie on the bed, y/n?

your stomach turns in excitement, eunwoo tosses the ropes to bin and he puts a hand on your back as he leads you to his bed, and before you could get on by yourself, eunwoo just tugs your skirt down making you gasp

you lie down and bin grins as he binds your wrists to eunwoo’s headboard, usually you would put up a little fight when you get tied up, but you just stayed silent, you were anticipating what would happen next

bin: you’re being oddly obedient y/n

you’re a brat okay, but in the past when you and bin used to hook up, your brattiness increased by like 100%, like you’re extra bratty with bin for some reason

~it is what it is~

maybe it’s because eunwoo’s here too that your bratty side has suppressed a bit

bin and eunwoo both start removing all their clothes and you’re like shit eunwoo’s built too

bin settles in between your legs and eunwoo leans in and starts kissing you

and mmm eunwoo’s good at making out like he legit be taking your breath away and then you start feeling bin take off your soaked panties and he just goes right in

you literally moan into eunwoo’s mouth and your hands are straining against the ropes bc you just want to hold onto something !!

eunwoo feeling up your breasts and tweaking your nipples while bin is sucking on your clit and probing his tongue in and out your entrance??? euphoric

you’re literally feeling so many sensations right now and it’s just foreplay woo

and then the edging starts

bin??? hella good at eating out, oof what that mouth do

and with the added stimulation from eunwoo kissing your neck and pulling at your nips, you’re reaching your orgasm faster than anticipated

and suddenly they’re both off you

you: what the fuck?

you’re like gasping and glaring at the both of them and they just give you smug looks

bin: I don’t know if you deserve to cum just yet, y/n. right, eunwoo?

eunwoo chuckling as he nods and flicks at your nipple: binnie told me that you like talking back, hmmm that won’t work with both of us here y/n

your submissiveness kicking in and you’re whining: i won’t talk back, I promise

bin: I don’t know if I believe you y/n

and then they switch places and now bin’s making out with you again and eunwoo’s face to face with your cunt and he just shoves two fingers in your entrance and starts scissoring you

and right as you’re about to cum, they pull away again

this goes on at least two more times, you’re literally so frustrated tears are pooling in your eyes and you’re whining hard as hell, your wrists already aching from the ropes

eunwoo: do you want us to untie you, y/n?

you nodding as you’re sniffling back the tears

aww they feel bad so eunwoo unties the ropes and he’s like gently rubbing at your wrists

bin wiping your tears away as he pinches at your cheek again

bin: you okay, y/n?

you: I’m so close, please

bin: alright baby, who do you want first, hm?

you honestly didn’t know, you had no preference, you just wanted to get railed

eunwoo: why not both?

your eyes go wide a little bit, your ass isn’t even prepped

bin sensing your hesitation and he just puts a hand on your waist: if you don’t want to--

you: no, i want to...I’m just...my ass isn’t ready...

eunwoo laughing cutely as he pats your thigh: we’ll prep you baby, don’t worry

you start by going on all fours, bin enters you first from behind and the groan he lets out bc you’re just so tight wow

he literally has to restrain himself from just ramming into you, your walls just fit so snugly around him, his nails were digging into the skin of your waist

you open your mouth in a moan at the stretch and in that moment, eunwoo shoves his cock down your throat you literally gag

for reference, they’re both above average, no surprise there, I’d say both around 8 in., but bin’s girthier for sure

and so bin’s fucking your cunt while eunwoo’s fucking your mouth

simultaneously, eunwoo tugs at your hair and bin sneaks a finger down to gather some juices from your pussy before probing at your asshole

bin’s prepping you real well mmmmm

he’s literally fingering your ass while he’s pounding into you, the tip of his cock hitting so deep in your cervix

on the other hand you’re so focused on sucking eunwoo off, you take him as deep in your throat as you could, letting your jaw slack as he just thrusted in your mouth

and also the vibrations of your moans around his cock every time bin hits deep in you???

eunwoo swears he almost busts a nut when your hands reach up to play with his balls

he’s panting as he pulls your mouth off his cock: I need to be inside you before I cum

and then he’s lying down on his back and you start to ride eunwoo, and then bin lines his cock up at your other hole and you start to tense

eunwoo bringing you into a kiss to try and distract you from the pain your asshole’s about to feel

and you start hissing as bin starts to push in, you’re clenching so hard around eunwoo and tugging tightly at the ends of his hair

eunwoo starts making circles on your clit so that you could relax a bit to make it easier for bin to enter your back hole

and then the three of you just stay still for a bit when bin finally bottoms out, you’re still trying to get used to feeling stuffed full, you haven’t been fucked in so long and now you’re getting railed by two cocks??

the two of them are both saying sweet things to calm you down and distract you from the pain

and it’s cute, you know from your respective past hookup experiences with them that they’re really good at sensing discomfort or pain and would always tend to your needs

oof baby but as soon as you give the okay for both of them to move

it’s like you’re taken to another dimension holy shit

they both hit so deep, you swear to god their cocks have to be touching or something, or maybe at least reaching your intestines

when people say rearrange your guts, it definitely must have been this

you’re trying to set a pace on top of eunwoo, but bin thrusting from behind literally makes your knees go weak until eunwoo just lifts his hips and takes over, matching bin’s speed

and imagine this: bin pulling your hair, making your head tilt back and eunwoo just reaches up and covers your neck with his hand before he squeezes at your throat

your eyes are literally rolling into the back of your head, you have never felt this good ever in your life

your head’s spinning again, and you know all three of you are reaching the tipping point pretty soon, your stomach is churning, making you clench hard around both eunwoo and bin

eunwoo biting his lip as he groans, his grip tightening just a bit more around your neck

bin’s still yanking your hair back and he starts spanking your ass, he’s moaning as well

you literally scream, throat feeling raw, as you cum, you have never orgasmed so hard before, your body was convulsing around both of them and you just collapse on top of eunwoo

you’re vision literally sees white and your ears are ringing as they both cum in you

you black out for a little bit

eunwoo and bin: o_o holy fuck

the two of them start panicking like...did they just fuck you dead?? put you in a coma??

okay but just imagine eunwoo and bin bickering with each other about what to do like

bin: do we call 119???

eunwoo: what do we say? we fucked our friend into a coma?

it’s okay because you regain consciousness soon enough and both boys let out the biggest sigh of relief

you: ...what happened?

eunwoo: you passed out for a bit there y/n

you start giggling, much to their surprise, and you try to sit up

bin: ...are you okay y/n?

you: yeah, I can’t believe I blacked out because you guys fucked me so well, that’s pretty hot not gonna lie

eunwoo goes into the kitchen real quick to get you some water and bin sits down next to you

you thank eunwoo when he hands you the glass and he sits across from you and bin

the two roommates exchange a look and just high-five each other

you roll your eyes as they just laugh at each other...ugh boys

bin teasing you: I’ve never seen you so submissive y/n

eunwoo joining in: yeah, didn’t know you could squirt as well

you almost spit out the water: i-huh? no way

eunwoo: yeah, my stomach was soaked, I wiped it off when you were out

your face flushes, you’ve never squirted before

bin: don’t be embarrassed! it was hot, y/n, really

the three of you then just jump into a casual conversation about college, keep in mind you’re all still naked

and then you feel the cum just like in both your holes and it’s just uncomfortably sticky

you: uh...do you guys mind if I shower? my pussy feels gross right now

bin, with a glint in his eyes: I can clean that up for you, baby

before you know it, bin’s eating you out again -- to be more specific, he’s literally licking the mixture of yours and eunwoo’s cum from your cunt

that’s sexy...

you make eye contact with eunwoo and he’s just smirking as he sits back and watches you two, no intention on joining yet

alright but you had no idea if you could take another round right now, the first one literally made you pass out

so after bin makes you cum again, you tap out for the night

the three of you shower -- separately -- and then regroup in the living room to just chat and chill

the two insist you sleep over for the night since it’s past midnight by now

were there also hints of a round two in the morning?? maybe

you sleep in one of eunwoo’s shirts, but end up sleeping next to bin bc he’s whiny and likes cuddling

you three fuck again in the morning oops until eunwoo had to leave for work

then you and bin fuck again afterwards

happy threesome

happy comeback :)

4-5-21

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jungshookz · 3 years

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omg cee for a holiday drabble request can we get some shy!jungkook who’s had yn in his class all semester and is partnered up with her for a final project and he’s like !!!!!!!! AAAA!!!!!!!!!

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; sfw!! university!au!! fluff!! jungkook is shy!! y/n is friendly!! pocky sticks and goldfish crackers are exchanged!!

➺ wordcount; 4.9k

➺ what to expect; if he thought the back of your head was pretty... did that mean that he thought the rest of you was pretty as well?

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jungkook doesn’t like to say that he hates people because saying that makes him sound obnoxious and a little overdramatic, but if given the choice, he would 100% choose to be alone

and he doesn’t think that it’s a problem that he prefers his own company over the company of other people

it’s literally just a personal preference!

he likes to keep to himself mainly because he.,.,

well

to be honest, he just doesn’t like talking to people?? which he thinks is a pretty valid reason to roam campus as a lone wolf

it just takes so much effort maintaining a conversation and at the end of the day, he’s just here to learn and get his degree, you know?

and it’s not like he flat-out refuses to talk to people like a weirdo

he can talk to people, he just chooses not to initiate or engage in any type of conversation whatsoever unless he really has to

and don’t even get him started on those damn ice breakers that professors make everyone do at the beginning of every semester

it’s why he always sits in the very back of the auditorium where all the quiet people are

because quiet people understand each other and quiet people will nevER turn to start talking to each other when the professor tells the class to share two truths and a lie about yourself to the person sitting next to you!

there’s just a mutual understanding that everyone in the back of the room will sit in silence and keep to themselves all semester long which is very pleasant

not to mention, he hates having to deal with ‘semester friends’ aka the one friend that you make for the sake and convenience of having someone you know in the same class as you

you guys really don’t have that much in common and you can tell that they’re in a completely different social circle than you are (aka when you inevitably do a social media handle exchange you see that they have more than a thousand followers and you can immediately tell they were super popular in high school which intimidates you and your puny 250 follower count but you can’t back out of this friendship now without looking like a jerk) but the person is friendly enough that you can get along and kind of keep a conversation going

and then once the semester ends the two of you promise to keep in touch next semester even though both parties are fully intending to not stay in touch at all

and then when next semester rolls around no one makes any effort to reach out and be like hey, should we get coffee this week?? because you have conflicting schedules that would take so much reshuffling just to accommodate this acquaintance that you really don’t care that much about so then you end up hitting them with an ooh, i can’t make it this week! what about next week??

and then it just turns into a cycle of ugh, i’m swamped this week! next week? and can’t, sorry! next week?

and then you’ll see each other at the library one day and it’ll be a little bit awkward because you’ll do that awkward half-hug and your voice will go up like ten octaves when you greet them with that overly polite heyyyyyy!

and more promises will be made to get coffee and hang out soon even though everyone knows absolutely no coffee will be gotten

the point is: in the four years that jungkook’s been a university student, not onCe has he made a steady friend and not once has he been remotely interested in making a steady friend

and he doesn’t think that’s sad or anything - again, he prefers it that way!

...but you just had to come along and completely throw his plans out of whack, didn’t you??

unsurprisingly, you were the one who spoke to him at the beginning of the semester but he didn’t think too much of it because it wasn’t like the conversation the two of you had was very riveting

“hi, i’m sorry-” jungkook looks up from his notebook when you twist around in your seat to face him, “this is psychology 400, right? i lost a copy of my schedule and i think this is the lecture hall i’m supposed to be in but i can’t remember if it said auditorium 200 or 201-”

“yeah, you’re in the right place.” jungkook interrupts, offering you a stiff smile before looking back down at his planner

he was in the middle of compiling a grocery list for himself and now he doesn’t remember what that one thing he needed was…

…

ah!

chocolate pocky sticks

there we go

jungkook clicks his pen before tucking it back into his pencil case and shutting his planner

and… yeah!

that was the first conversation the two of you ever had

he doesn’t think he can really count it as a conversation because it lasted less than three seconds

the first exchange the two of you ever had?

the second exchange he had with you was actually the next class that same week

he was genuinely surprised that you sat in the same spot again because usually when someone realises that he isn’t willing to be their semester-friend, they move to another section of the auditorium the next time

but no

there you were in all your glory

“when’s the first assignment due?”

jungkook’s eyes flicker up from his laptop first before he looks up at you

“uh, in two weeks...?” he trails off, pulling up the calendar app on his screen before nodding affirmatively, “yeah, in two weeks. september sixteenth at midnight.”

“okay, sweet! and that’s a... thursday?”

“wednesday.”

“ah, okay. got it. thanks!

“mhm.”

the weird thing was the fact that you never pulled out the “i don’t think i ever got your name! i’m ___” card because you just seemed like a very ‘i wanna be your friend!!!!!’ person

and he doesn’t know how you made him do it but one day he found himself asking for your name which he didn’t think he’d ever do

(admittedly, he was a little klutzy in doing so because he’d never willingly introduced himself to someone and asked for their name all in one go before)

“are you eating goldfish crackers and... chocolate chips?” jungkook blurts out, leaning forward a little to peer into the little snack box you’re holding in your hand

you pause and look down into the container before twisting around to look at him, “mhm! you know, you wouldn’t think the combination would work, but it totally does,” you smile, holding your box up, “wanna try?”

jungkook immediately shakes his head, “oh, no, that’s oka-”

“no, c’mon-” you pluck out a cracker and a chocolate chip and set your box down on your lap, “hold your hand out!”

jungkook hesitates for a second before holding his hand out and letting you plop the treats in his palm, “and you... eat them together?”

“uh-huh!” you nod, popping a cracker into your mouth before gesturing for him to eat, “don’t worry - if you don’t like it, i promise i won’t cry.”

jungkook brings his palm up and tosses them back into his mouth

...

huh

that’s actually... not half-bad?

“see? what’d i tell you?” you beam, giving your box a little shake, “good, right?”

“yeah, i mean, i would never think to put the two together...” jungkook trails off, dusting the crumbs off his hands, “oh, um, by the way-” he clears his throat before swallowing nervously, “i, uh, i’m jungkook. by the way. yeah.”

“jungkook?” you say out loud, jungkook nodding in confirmation, “i will try to remember that. i’m pretty bad with names, so if i end up calling you, like, robert next week, don’t hate me.”

“i will try not to hold it against you if you call me robert next week,” jungkook laughs lightly before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “and you... um, your name is...?”

“i’m y/n! by the way.” you tease lightly, the apples of jungkook’s cheeks turning a little pink, “it’s nice to meet you! ...even though we met, like, a month ago.”

“touché.”

“jungkook, you dog-” you gasp lightly, and for a second jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach because he thinks he’s said something wrong- “at least take me out to dinner first before touchéing me.”

jungkook immediately snorts and shakes his head lightly as you giggle to yourself

with that being said, even after that exchange he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay friends with you or not

yeah, you were nice and kind of charming in your own way, but...

(he couldn’t come up with a reason as to why he shouldn’t be friends with you, so that train of thought is still chug-chug-chugging along.)

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“are those pocky sticks?”

jungkook stops typing, his eyes flickering up from his screen to see you looking at him with a soft little smile, your arms folded over the top of your seat and your chin propped up on them

he looks down at the open package of pocky sticks sitting on top of his backpack next to him before looking over at you and nodding, “uh, yeah. do you... want one?”

“are they the chocolate ones?”

“obviously.” jungkook snorts, pulling one out of the plastic bag before holding it out for you, “nothing beats the original flavour.”

you pluck it from his fingers, inspecting it for a second before biting into it with a crisp snap!, “i personally like the strawberry ones better-”

“what??” jungkook gawks, “i mean, yeah, the strawberry ones are fine, but the chocolate ones-”

“the strawberry ones have a thicker coating! the chocolate coating is so thin and barely-there!” you hold the bottom half of your pocky out so that jungkook can look at the cross-section of it, “see?? barely any chocolate-”

“you don’t know what you’re talking about!” jungkook scoffs playfully, slapping his laptop shut before crossing his arms on his desk and leaning forward, “chocolate pocky sticks are clearly superior to the strawberry ones-”

“alright, robert, whatever helps you sleep at night-”

“wha-” jungkook gawks in mock offence, too distracted by the fact that you like the strawberry pocky sticks over the classic chocolate ones to notice the feeling of his heart skipping a beat at the sound of your laugh

strawberry over chocolate

...

ridiculous!

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now, jungkook isn’t particularly sure when it was that he started to notice how twinkly your eyes were or how sweet your voice sounded or how pretty your smile was or how nice your hair smelled

it kind of just dawned on him one morning??

he was just staring at the back of your head and found himself wondering how it was possible for the back of one’s head to be so pretty (you had your hair down that day and it just looked so soft and clean)

and then he thought to himself how weird it was that he just called the back of your head pretty

and then he thought to himself that if he thought the back of your head was pretty... did that mean that he thought the rest of you was pretty as well?

and then he thought to himself that yes, i suppose i would consider y/n to be pretty if i was ever asked for a list of people i considered to be pretty

and then he realized that oh, god. do i think that y/n’s pretty because i like y/n?!

and now it’s december meaning that it’s almost the end of the semester and he still hasn’t done anything about his crush on you because he?? literally has no idea how to handle it

his plan was to just ask you for your instagram and if you wanted to keep hanging out next semester and hope that it didn’t turn into a can’t what about next week can’t what about next week situation

and the fact that you guys are working together for the final project certainly doesn’t help with him suppressing his feelings at all

because you two have gone from spending time like three times a week in class to five or six times a week in and out of class

it was at the beginning of november that he discovered that you both had an hour and a half break after this class

so you guys usually go for lunch together (obviously, you were the one who asked first) and then go your separate ways

and then it was the second week of november that jungkook started walking you to your next class even though hiS next class is located at the opposite end of campus

he just????

literally has no idea how any of this happened

one minute he’s perfectly fine with being alone and the next minute he finds himself glancing towards the door every three seconds waiting for you to walk in because the best part of his morning is seeing you

because every time you walk in and see him in his usual spot your entire face lights up and your pace quickens and he just thinks it’s really cute how excited you are to see him even though you guys literally see each other so often

he always looks forward to hearing about what you did over the weekend even though he usually doesn’t care less about what anyone did over their weekend

he always looks forward to you bringing out your little snack box and offering him a couple pieces of whatever you have (you brought these sesame-glazed cashews the other day and they were really good)

he always looks forward to sharing his pocky sticks with you even though he’s usually very greedy with his pocky sticks

last week he let you eat like half the box and he wasn’t even mad

and yeah, he finds himself tossing a couple of the strawberry pocky sticks into his basket whenever he goes grocery shopping, but that doesn’t mean anything!

...

right???

»»————-　❅　————-««

jungkook glances back towards the door as he taps his foot against the ground anxiously before checking his phone for the time or any texts from you

where are you??

he booked one of the conference rooms in the library so that you guys could work on your project in peace

it’s much more quiet working here than in the general studying area because there’s always that one person who’s sniffling and coughing like a maniac

and you can speak at a normal volume in here which is good

you guys agreed to work on the project together at the end of the day and then you’d grab dinner together

and jungkook hasn’t been classifying these hangout working sessions as dates or anything but for some reason, this feels like a study date AND a dinner date rolled into one which is why his hands are so clammy right now

and on top of thAT he actually has a christmas present that he’s planning to give you but now he’s wondering if it’s too late to back out

you’re already like twenty minutes late

did you forget about him??

did you purposely bail on him??

is this your way of telling him that this friendship is over???

maybe he can text you and tell you that he had to go home because he has food poisoning or something

...but the image of him hunched over the toilet probably isn’t a very attractive one

is there like a.,., like a sexy way to talk about food poisoning?

jungkook paces back and forth as he looks down at his phone, typing a message to you and then immediately deleting it and retyping

hey! i’m gonna have to reschedule. i had a funky ass burrito for lu-

okay so there’s definitely no way to make food poisoning sound sexy

maybe he can come up with a... cool excuse of some kind?

hey! can we reschedule? i have to save a baby from a burning building because i’m also a firefigh-

nope

he’s terrified of heights and also he hates babies so that excuse would never work

hey! let’s reschedule! i have feelings for you and it’s overwhelming me and also i feel like maybe you kind of bailed on m-

“hey!”

jungkook jumps in his seat before whipping around to look at the door, feeling a sense of relief washing over him when he sees that it’s you

okay

well noW he knows that you didn’t forget about him and that you definitely didn’t bail on him

“he-” his voice gives out halfway and he clears his throat quickly, “hey! i was, uh, i was wondering when you’d show up.”

“i know, sorry i’m late-” you smile sheepishly, shutting the door behind you with a gentle click, “it’s for a good reason, though! i got us hot chocolates!”

you raise the takeout tray in your hand before setting it down on the table, “i was going to get you a peppermint mocha because ‘tis the season and all of that, but i didn’t know if you would like it or not so hot chocolate was the safer option.”

“i like hot chocolate!” jungkook coughs, “peppermint mochas- i mean, i would’ve been fine with a peppermint mocha too, but i- i still appreciate the hot chocolate-” he rambles, nervously flipping his pen back and forth in between his fingers, “i mean, i, like, what i’m trying to say is that i would like anything you brought for me, you know?”

okay

he’s spiralling

whY is this happening to him??

jungkook doesn’t know if he’s ever been this nervous for anything before

he wasn’t even this nervous when he had to do a solo presentation in front of two hundred people in his history course last semester and thaT was terrifying

“alright, well, i’ll definitely keep that in mind for next time!” you chirp, pulling out one of the wheely chairs before plopping down and turning to face him, “what else do we have to do for our report?”

jungkook feels his heart skip a beat when your knee bumps against his

oh god

okay

he has to get it together

just relax!

“oh, uh-” he turns to look through the checklist on his notebook, “we have to write up the conclusion... and also the annotated bibliography.”

“annotated bibliography?” you huff, scrolling through yours guys’ twenty page report, “oh, god... that’s going to take forever- we used, like, thirty different sources...”

“i told you not to go crazy with the scholarly articles...” jungkook teases lightly before taking a sip of his hot chocolate

ooH

there’s whipped cream on this as well!

“i just thought that it would make us look smarter if we used more sources-” you grumble, pushing your bottom lip out in a pathetic little pout, “and now we have to go through and annotate every single one...”

“hey, if it motivates you to work faster, i’ll get you an extra order of onion rings for dinner tonight.” jungkook hums, smiling fondly when you gasp excitedly and turn to face him

one thing that he’s learned about you is the fact that you are verY food motivated

one time you told him that you would be willing to rob a bank for a pack of oreos

...and he wholeheartedly believes that.

»»————-　❅　————-««

you try your hardest to hold back a grin when you notice that jungkook still hasn’t moved his leg from yours

the side of your thigh has been pressed right up against his for a good twenty minutes now and it seems like he doesn’t mind it at all

if anything, it’s safe to say that he’s comfortable being this close to you

that must mean that he likes you back, right?

because you know for a fact that he isn’t normally a touchy-feely person and you were fully expecting him to pull back the moment your leg touched his

this is!!!!

exciting!!!!

you don’t know when you started liking jungkook but the details really aren’t that important

you just know that you like him now and you’re like 80% sure that maybe he might?? like you back??

if he didn’t like you, why would he be willing to get coffee with you during your breaks and walk you to class?

you were actually a little put off by him the first time you spoke to him mainly because he seemed like he didn’t really want to talk to you

and usually you don’t do well with people who don’t want to talk to you because.,., you personally think you’re a greaT person to talk to and if the same vibes aren’t reciprocated then you immediately hightail it out of there

and you were actually going to switch seats the next class but it was pretty cozy in the back of the auditorium and you liked that your seat was near the exit so that you could be the first one out without getting trampled over by everyone else

so you figured you’d just swallow your pride and try to work it out with mr. pretty boy (yes, part of the reason as to why you stayed was because of how handsome he is.,., you’re only human!!!)

and it looks like it worked out in your favour because here you are!! hanging out with him outside of class!!

with that being said, you haven’t really thought about what your next move is going to be because you’re..., not entirely sure how to ask him out without potentially freaking him out or something

because if on the off-chance that he tells you that he actually doesn’t like you back after you ask him out with full confidence,,..,

ugh

you don’t even want to think about how awkward that’s going to be

and you don’t even knoW how you’d play it off casually without letting your disappointment show (“oh! well, that’s- pft- that’s totally fine, it’s whatever- like, i’m so... like, i’m so cool. it’s totally fine! dates are- dates are so overrated, anyway- romance is so lame-”)

you were thinking of maybe asking him out after the final project because if he says no then you’ll never have to see him again!

that’s the beautiful part of being on such a big campus

it’s fine

you’ll figure something out

just focus on this damn bibliography and try not to think about how good jungkook smells and how pretty his hands look when he’s typing

»»————-　❅　————-««

it’s about an hour and a half into the session that jungkook suddenly remembers that he has a present for you

he turns his head slightly to look at you

there’s a divot in between your brows as your fingers practically fly across your keyboard

wow

you must really want those onion rings

jungkook glances down at his backpack before pressing his lips together tightly

when would be a good time to give it to you without it being like.,,. awkward?

maybe after you guys are done?

or during dinner?

or after dinner?

or after he drives you hom-

“i have a present for you, by the way-!” jungkook blurts out a little louder than intended, shattering the serene silence of the atmosphere

okay never mind

“you do??” you ask, jungkook nodding quickly

“i... yeah. a christmas present! for you.” he clears his throat, leaning down to pull the neatly wrapped package out of his backpack, “it’s just a little something, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“aw, that’s so nice of you... i didn’t know we were doing presents otherwise i totally would’ve gotten something for you...” you trail off, pursing your lips in disappointment

damnit

you weRE going to get jungkook something but you didn’t know if he’d find it weird or anything

and now you must look like a complete jerk!

“oh my god, don’t even worry about it-” jungkook flicks his wrist to dismiss your concerns, “you can count the hot chocolate as your gift to me! plus, you splurged on a venti just for me-”

“i did splurge on a venti just for you...” you joke along, instantly feeling a little better about the situation, “and i usually only treat people to tiny little talls!”

(for the record, you’re definitely going to get him a proper present over the weekend)

“also, it’s totally fine if you don’t like it-” jungkook swallows thickly when you start to rip open the packaging, “i can return it and get you something else-”

!!!!!!!!

“oH MY GOD i love it!” you exclaim, feeling your serotonin levels shoot straight through the ceiling when you pull out a heart shaped snack box, “i don’t even know what to say, this is literally the greatest present i’ve ever received in my entire life-”

“oh, thank god-” jungkook flops back in his seat before placing his hand on his chest, “i was worried that maybe you wouldn’t like it because you already have a pretty extensive collection of snack boxes- oh, and!” he perks up, spinning around to pull something else out of his bag, “i also got you a box of strawberry pocky sticks even though i still think your opinion about them being better than the chocolate flavour is very wrong.”

wow

he really knows the way to your heart :’)

“i don’t even know what to say, kook...” you smile, “thank you so much...”

jungkook beams, giving himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done, “ah, don’t worry about it. i’m just glad that you like your gifts...”

...

okay, you don’t have a gift for him so this is the next best thing

“can i-” you pause, trying to think of how to handle this, “can i- sorry, can you just close your eyes for a second?” you clear your throat

you’re suddenly feeling a lot more confident about jungkook’s feelings towards you than you were half an hour ago

(aka you are now 98% sure that he likes you back and if you’re wrong about this assumption then you’re definitely going to regret the thing that you’re about to do)

“close my eyes?” jungkook snorts, “why?”

“it’ll make sense in a second. just close them!”

“this is the part of our friendship where you kill me, isn’t it?” he jokes, setting his laptop aside before turning his chair so he can fully face you

ha hA

very funny

“if i was planning to kill you, i would’ve poisoned your precious pocky sticks a long time ago-” you laugh lightly, wiping your clammy hands on your jeans before turning to face him as well

“speaking of pocky sticks, have you ever tried the cookies and creme flavoured ones?” jungkook hums, jolting in surprise when he feels you place your hands on his knees, “because i was thinking we could just buy a bunch of flavours and try them toge-”

smak!

jungkook’s eyes immediately pop open the moment he feels you kiss his cheek, his entire face going beet red and his mouth going dry

you smile innocently as you pull back, jungkook trying his best to noT melt into a giant puddle of goo

you-

you just...

you kissed his cheek?

you kissed him?

maybe it was an accident??

maybe there was a bug on his cheek and you were just trying to kill it with your mouth

“you- i- heh-” he reaches up to scratch the back of his head, quickly averting his gaze when he notices you looking directly at him, “um, why... uh, what did you do that for?”

“to say thank you...” you shrug, biting back a smile, “and i guess it’s me trying to tell you that i... i like you too, by the way.”

jungkook feels his heart stop beating in his chest and his fingers dig into his thigh

too?

you like him?

too????

jungkook blinks owlishly at you, “you like me... too? r-really?”

“of course i do.” you hum, admiring your brand new snack box before looking back at him, “how could i not?”

(judging by his reaction, you are now 100% sure that jungkook likes you back so you now have nothing to worry about.)

“but how’d you know that i even liked you in the first place?” jungkook asks dumbly, still a little dazed from that kiss on the cheek

he can’t even think about how his body is going to react when he eventually gets to kiss you properly

“i mean...” you let out a little laugh before tilting your head slightly, “if the in-between class coffee runs and the walking me to class even though we both know it’d make you late for your class didn’t give it away, the fact that you let me eat half a box of pocky sticks without slicing my hands off certainly did.”

yeah

that’s fair

“you make a good point.” jungkook nods slowly, “touché-”

“-”

“-!” jungkook holds a finger out before the corners of his mouth tug up in a wide grin, “and i will definitely be taking you out to dinner first before even thinking about touchéing you. don’t worry.”

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Childhood Friends AU: Marikim part 4

In which two dumbasses fall in love

AN: You don't have to read the previous parts to understand this one, but it might add a little context. parts 1-3 are only headcanons about their friendship though, there's nothing romantic included unlike in this part.

Read them here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-Kim catches feelings first

-he doesn’t realize it at first, but ever since Lila accused him of having feelings for Mari he started wondering what dating her would be like

-they would be doing something mundane like homework, or walking to school together, and he would start to wonder how different it would be if they were dating.

-he assumes they would hold hands, maybe give each other quick kisses when no was looking

-and he starts to think that he wouldn’t mind holding hands with Marinette or kissing her

-just as friends tho, because he totally does not have a crush on her

-but then, Ondine confesses to him

-and his first thought is ‘but I like Marinette’

-he says that out loud though

-“oh shit, I’m sorry Ondine. I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t know why I said that, because I totally don’t have a crush on Marinette…”

-Kim is in denial

-Ondine is a little sad, but she’s also a total bro

-meaning if she can’t be with her crush then she’ll make sure her crush is at least happy

-Kim doesn’t make it easy though, because he’s also a bro

-once he accepts that he genuinely likes Marinette, he doesn’t even consider the possibility of them dating

-because Marinette likes Adrien

-Kim’s heart aches a little when he remembers that

-so there’s only one thing for him to do

-get Marinette and Adrien together

-Ondine agrees to help, but secretly has an ulterior motive

-which is: get Marinette to fall for Kim while Kim is trying to get her and Adrien to date

-it’s a mess

-but together they make a rough plan

-the first step is to get Marinette to actually hold a normal conversation with Adrian

-they’ll have her practice on Kim to start

-kim wanted to team up with Alya initially, but Ondine convinces him that it’s best if they work separately

-bc Ondine doesn’t want Marinette and Adrien to actually get together. Alya would take the planning seriously, while Ondine is not

-they rush over to Marinette’s house after swim practice

-Kim has a key to Marinette’s house so he doesn’t even knock

-he just pops into the bakery to hug Sabine, wave at Tom, and grab some snacks

-Ondine marvels at how close they have to be for Kim to be this comfortable with Marinette’s family

-they run up to Mari’s room

-again, Kim doesn’t knock, he just walks in and flops on her couch

-Ondine awkwardly walks in with a wave bc she doesn’t really know Marinette and doesn’t want to seem rude

-Marinette had been expecting Kim but is surprised to see Ondine

-her shipper brain starts wondering if she should help them get together?

- “We’re going to help you get together with Adrien!” Kim announces.

-Marinette collapses back in her chair with a groan

- “Ugh, not you too! Maybe I’m happy just watching him from afar.”

“No offence Mari, but that makes you sound like a creepy stalker,” Kim argues.

“I can’t even talk to Adrien properly! Much less get the courage to ask him out!”

“That’s what we’re going to help you with!” Ondine interjects. “With our help, you’ll be able to talk to Adrien without a problem!”

-Marinette’s curiosity is piqued

- “How?”

-Marinette reluctantly agrees with practice on Kim, not convinced that it’ll actually work

-they sit on the floor facing each other, with Ondine in the middle like a referee

-they tape a picture of Adrien to Kim’s face

-Kim does bad impressions of Adrien’s voice and Marinette can’t collect herself well enough to hold a conversation

-not because she’s nervous but bc she keeps laughing at Kim’s impressions

-Ondine is in serious coach mode tho

-she pretends to blow a whistle every time they mess up

“Come on team! I know you can get this right!”

-eye holes are cut in the picture of Adrien so that Kim can see

-but that just makes Marinette laugh harder

-a mouth hole is added so Kim can eat some snacks

-Kim tries to impersonate Adrien while eating

-does a dramatic hair flip and chokes on a cookie

-Marinette is sobbing from laughter and Ondine has given up on whistling

-eventually (after they run out of snacks) they calm down

-Ondine throws away the picture of Adrien

-Things are serious now

-Kim takes Marinette’s hands and gives her a gentle smile while leaning forward slightly

“Hey Marinette,” he says in a low voice

-and Marinette’s heart skips a beat. Just once.

-but there were no thoughts of Adrien in her head

-once she does think of Adrien doing this, then she turns beat red

“uh, h-hey A-A-Adrien! How’s you do? I-I mean, h-how do you? How are you!”

-Kim is starting to blush now because Marinette is just so cute

-He wants to bop her on the nose

-so he does

-Marinette blushes even harder, but it ruins the roleplay

“KIM! Adrien isn’t going to randomly bop me on the nose!

“He might! I’m trying to prepare you for all possible events!” Kim argues to save his ass

-Ondine lowkey feels like she’s third wheeling

-but on the upsides, the longer she watches Marinette and Kim interact, the more she ships them and the smaller her crush grows

-soon she’ll be a full-time Marikim shipper

-after that first instance, Marinette can’t imagine Kim as Adrien

-Kim insists that she just needs to “focus on the blonde part of his hair”

-but it doesn’t work

-their conversations turn into inside jokes about each other

-eventually hunger drives them downstairs for dinner

-Ondine is invited to stay and the conversation turns to swim practice

-eventually Ondine stops feeling like a third wheel

-the next step is to have Marinette interact with Adrien in a group setting

-so another study group is scheduled

-in the days leading up to the study group, Kim starts lowkey hyping Marinette up to Adrien

-when Marinette gets an A on a test Kim is holding it up to show Adrien how smart Marinette is

-when Marinette stumbles through a few lines in another language Kim shouts to Adrien, “Dude, did you hear that? Marinette is BILINGUAL”

-when Marinette makes it to class just before the bell rings, Kim nudges Adrien and goes, “Isn’t Marinette cute when she’s running late?”

-whenever someone compliments Kim on something he goes, “Psh, Marinette is twice as good as me. DID YOU KNOW THAT ADRIEN?”

-Adrien assumes this is Kim’s weird way on trying to become friends, by talking up one of their mutual friends

-so, he starts talking up Marinette to Kim

- “did you know Marinette is so talented that Jagged Stone asked her to design his album cover?!”

-this leads to full-blown conversations about Marinette in the hallway

-which actually leads to them becoming friends?

-through talking about Marinette, they realize they have a lot in common

-both like sports, video games, jagged stone, and Marinette

-Ondine overhears Kim hyping Marinette up to Adrien in the hallway and decides to copy him

-She starts coming over every day after practice under the guise of ‘helping Marinette learn to talk to Adrien’

-really it just devolves into the three of them joking around after an hour

-but during these ‘sessions’ she starts hyping Kim up

- “Kim nearly broke a world record at practice today! I swear he’s going to the Olympics!”

-Kim always returns the compliment tho

- “If I’m going to the Olympics then so are you! You’re just as good!”

-which further convinces Marinette that they like each other

-Finally, that Saturday is the study group

-its Max, Nino, Chloe, Adrien, Kim, and the newest addition of Ondine

-(if you want to know how the study group started read part 3)

-Marinette spends the morning nervously cooking snacks

-Kim and Ondine come over early to ‘help’

-Kim knows how to cook, but he spends most of the time stealing bits of batter

-Ondine doesn’t know how to cook, so Marinette shows her the ropes

-This helps Marinette calm down too

-Marinette is more nervous than the last time their study group met because this time she has the ulterior motive of trying to get closer to Adrien while last time she was focused on studying

-the study group gathers in the living room of Marinette’s house

-Kim and Adrien are next to each other and Marinette is strategically placed across from them

-this way if Marinette gets too nervous to look at Adrien, she can look at Kim instead and pretend she’s talking to him

-the first couple minutes of the study group are filled with laughter and snacks as everyone piles into the living room

-but eventually they quiet down to do some independent studying

-Adrien is great at science so Marinette figures she’ll ask him to explain one of the concepts listed on their science study guide

“Hey Adrien,” Marinette starts confidently, however, almost as soon as the words are out of her mouth she starts to get cold feet. She glances at Kim who gives her a subtle thumbs up and a wink. Marinette swears the blush that starts to cover her face is just from being nervous about talking to Adrien.

Adrien glances up from his book, “What’s up, Marinette?”

Marinette glances back and forth between Kim and Adrien before settling her gaze on Adrien.

“C-could you explain how the potato is used as an example of osmosis? I don’t understand it.”

-Adrien is happy to help, and launches into an explanation

-Marinette so is high of the rush of dopamine from successfully asking Adrien a question that she’s able to ask two follow up questions after Adrien is done speaking

-Nino pinches Max to keep him from intervening

-Kim is proud of Marinette, but he can’t help but also be a little sad because she’s never been that excited to simply talk to him

-however, what he doesn’t know is that after Marinette successfully talks to Adrien, she finds her thoughts not centered around Adrien, but around Kim

-She knows science isn’t Kim’s best subject and her thoughts keep drifting from questions to ask Adrien to how Kim is doing.

-she doesn’t realize it yet, but her feelings for Adrien have shrunken a little which is partly why she found it easier to talk to him

-the other reason is that she’s just become more confident in herself due to the ‘practice sessions’

-when the study group ends Kim and Ondine stay behind to help clean up

-Kim is hiding the fact that he’s bummed about Marinette and Adrien and Ondine realizes this so she tries to distract him

-she sticks two pretzel sticks in her mouth

“Guess what I am?”

“Uh, a walrus, duh.”

“No! I’m the giant spider from Harry Potter.”

Kim chokes on a laugh from surprise, “What the hell? How was I supposed to guess that?”

-Marinette watches them mess around and becomes certain that they like each other

-but now she feels…off about it.

-together the three clean up quickly

-the weekly Dupain cheng/Le family dinner is tonight, so Kim isn’t leaving after study group, but Ondine gets ready to leave

-Marinette invites her to stay for dinner though

-even though she feels weird about Ondine and Kim getting together she’s still gonna do what she can to help their relationship

-bc she’s also a bro

-also, Ondine has been around so much the past month that she’s practically a permanent fixture in Marinette’s life

-she also doesn’t knock anymore when entering Mari’s room and is on a first name basis with her parents

-Ondine is honestly glad to have become such good friends with Marinette

-After the success of the first study group, more are planned

-it becomes a biweekly event

-Ondine is worried at first that this might backfire and Marinette and Adrien will actually get together

-but she notices that while Marinette talks to Adrien more she also blushes less

-in their practice sessions Marinette has also stopped gushing over Adrien

-what convinced Ondine for sure that Marinette’s crush on Adrien was gone though was when a new exclusive photoshoot of Adrien came out and the first thing Marinette commented was the design of his outfit

-how did things get to this point?

-well, interacting as friends and focusing on becoming friends made Marinette see Adrien in a platonic light

-Marinette just doesn’t realize her crush is gone bc it was so ingrained in her that it became a facet of her identity

-she has black hair, blue eyes, and a crush on Adrien

-it’s when Marinette has zoned out while staring at Kim that Ondine decides they’re ready to move to the next step

-it’s time for Marinette and Kim to go on a fake date

-the official reason is so that Marinette gets practice before asking Adrien out

-the unofficial reason is that Ondine is 90% sure that Marinette is also crushing on Kim now, and she thinks that if they’re in a romantic setting then she’ll realize the reality of her feelings

-and so, after school, instead of going home like usual, Marinette and Kim go to the movies instead to see the newest romantic comedy

-Ondine secretly trails after them with binoculars, just to make sure everything goes well

-Kim pays and refuses to split the price, much to Marinette’s dismay

-as the trailers play, they get into a mini popcorn fight and waste half their popcorn

-a bunch of it ends up stuck in Marinette’s hair

-Kim, heart pounding, holds Marinette’s chin to keep her head still as he gently pulls popcorn out of her hair

-The darkness of the theater is the only thing hiding Marinette’s blush.

-Kim leans closer, focusing on getting all the little pieces of popcorn

-Marinette’s gaze is locked on Kim though. Their faces are only inches apart.

-Suddenly, Kim looks down and realizes the position they’re in

-He’s frozen, unsure of what to do.

-He wants to lean in and kiss her, but he thinks she still likes Adrien

-Adrien, however, is the last thing on Marinette’s mind. The only thing she can focus on at the moment is the warmth of Kim’s breath on her face.

-The moment is ruined however, by a group of people jostling past them to get to their seats

-The movie begins shortly after, but both teens are distracted by other thoughts

-They head for the park afterwards

-They’re hearts stopping each time their hands bump into each other.

-Ondine finally gets fed up and texts Kim to hold hands with Marinette

-Kim looks around in confusion, unsure where Ondine was watching them from

-But he does what she says

-Marinette looks up in surprise

-“We’re on a date, so we should hold hands, yeah?” Kim says with a blush.

“O-oh! Right, yes!”

-Both of them look away and blush

-Their conversation on the way to the park is a little awkward as neither of them are sure what to say until Kim blurts out, “By the way, I think Ondine is stalking us.”

-This launches them into a game of “spot Ondine without her noticing.”

-They fail miserably, completely unable to find her

-But they have an amazing time guessing where or who she might be

-Each time their guesses get more and more ridiculous

-Which has them laughing uproariously in the middle of the park

-This garners the attention of several people, in particular a blonde model who is in the middle of a photoshoot.

-Kim walks Marinette home, and, unable to stop himself, kisses her on the cheek before leaving

-Marinette can only stare at Kim’s back as he leaves

-Half an hour later, her mom opens the door to take out the trash, and scares Marinette out of her reverie

-Marinette is supposed to confess to Adrien the next day, but when she goes to bed the only person she can think of it Kim

-(she dreams about him too)

-The next day, Marinette asks Adrien to stay behind after class so she can ask him something

-Kim and Ondine wait anxiously outside the classroom

-Kim is torn between excitement for Marinette and heartbreak for himself

-in the classroom, Adrien gazes at Marinette expectantly

-He’s not sure what she needs from him, but he’s ready to help

-Marinette breathes in deeply, mentally preparing herself utter the three simple words.

-But they don’t come out.

-They can’t come out, and Marinette realizes with shock that it’s not because she’s nervous.

-In fact, she doesn’t feel anything at all except a sense of wrongness

-For some reason, the only person she can imagine confessing to is Kim

-her eyes widen as the realization sets in

-She doesn’t like Adrien anymore

-She likes Kim

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AN: There we go! The long awaited Part 4 is finally up a year later. Don't worry, part 5 won't take as long. Though, it probably won't be up until after I finish finals and move home.

I didn't intend for Ondine to have such a big role, someone mentioned that I forgot about Ondine in the last part, and I slapped myself for forgetting her, so I made sure to start with her and then it just snowballed until she was part of the crew lol.

Also, I discontinued the taglist because it got too big and I got overwhelmed.

#marikim #mlb #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #kim le chien #marinette x kim #childhood friends au #mlb headcanon #kimette

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