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drvmekoo · 2 years

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quality time | jeon jungkook

➳ pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader (f)

➳ genre: established relationship, fluff, a little bit of angst, smut

➳ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

➳ warnings: jungkook is a bit of a dick at the start tbh, t*tty kissing, n*pple s*cking, d*epthroating, p*ssy eating, rough s*x, unprotected s*x (wrap it before u tap it baes) cre*mpie

➳ wc: 2.1K

➳ author's notes: this is my first ever drabble on this account so please be nice! also please let me know if you guys like it! i always love hearing what people think about my writing!

➳ summary: you and jungkook were supposed to have some quality time together. however it seems he made other plans. and you're pissed.

“I just don’t understand the issue here?” Jungkook questioned, following you into the kitchen. “All I said was that Taehyung and I were gonna hang out tonight? Why are you getting all huffy?”

“You know that’s not the main issue Jungkook.” you carried on emptying the bags of groceries you bought onto the counter, back turned to him “It was meant to be us two tonight! I even went out to buy food, especially so we could cook and have dinner together!”

Jungkook continued staring at your back while he spoke “So Taehyung can join us? We see each other all the time! What’s one night?”

You froze. Whilst you didn’t mind cooking for Taehyung and having him over, it had been a while since you and your boyfriend had quality time together where you could both be relaxed. While it was true that you saw each other majority of the week, those hours spent with each other were spent finishing off work from earlier in the day or sleeping because of the busy schedules.

Today, you both had free schedules and that meant that the two of you were able to finally have that quality time you had missed out on for all these weeks.

Your plan was to make a nice dinner together, snuggle up and watch a nice movie. Heck, you even put on Jungkook’s favourite lingerie set. That was how much intimacy you were craving from missing it all these weeks.

Yet Jungkook seemed clueless. And that boiled your blood even more.

“I just think you’re being a little dramatic babe.” Jungkook rubbed your shoulder from behind “We can always do this again another time-”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit Jungkook.” you whipped around out of his touch “We never have the time to spend together yet the one time we do, you decided to invite Taehyung?”

“Y/n, the one night I have off I just wanna spend playing some games with my friend! What have I done wrong?” Jungkook stared at you, eyes open wide as your outburst continues

“What have you done wrong?” You scoffed loudly “I don’t know, how about the fact you haven’t even acknowledged that we haven’t eaten a proper meal together in forever? How about the fact that all we do is fall asleep without so much as a cuddle? How about the fact that we haven’t had sex in over two weeks because of how busy and tiring our schedules are?”

At this point, you had had enough. You stormed out of the kitchen and headed straight for the bedroom. You had to get away before either you said something you’d regret.

“Y/n, you can’t just walk away after that!” Jungkook followed you out. “What? You’re just gonna leave it like this?”

Jungkook’s voice became a muffled mess as you stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. You heard him curse under his breath as his words were met with the bang of the door closing before hearing the jangling of his keys.

“I’m going out for a bit. I’ll be back later.” He said flatly through the door, the closing of the front entrance the only clue that he had left.

From then on, that’s when the tears started to stream down your face. This was not how you wanted the evening to go. In fact, having Taehyung over was better than this.

But it was too late. The night had been ruined and you didn’t know where your boyfriend had run off to. Thoughts ran into your mind of him with another, using the affection he was meant to give you on someone else…

But you know Jungkook would never do that. No matter how mad he was, you knew he loved you more than anything and the fact that you thought, for a second, that he would do something so cruel made you sick to your stomach.

You decided to get your mind off everything that had happened and instead turned on the TV to watch your comfort shows, quickly changing into a pair of joggers and snuggling into the warmth of Jungkook’s bed.

A few hours had passed and before you knew it, you were slowly drifting off to sleep…

You awoke to the sound of the front door quietly closing shut, as if the person walking in knew that the house was asleep. You turned over to see that it was ten minutes to midnight.

Had Jungkook really been out for 5 hours? You thought to yourself, as you stepped out of the duvet and towards the bedroom door. Opening it quietly, you came face to face with the man himself

“Hi,” he said softly. His face looked drained, as he eyed your face. “Can I come in?”

You nodded gently, widening the door so he could slip through. A part of you felt guilty that he had to ask to enter HIS bedroom, but he didn’t give you time to apologise as he started talking.

“Look Y/n, I thought about what you said.” He took your hands and led you to the bed so you were both sat. “I know I’ve been neglecting you these past few weeks. You know how much I truly love you right?”

You nodded again. He sighed, voice cracking. “I was wrong about not putting you first. I guess I was just so caught up in everything with work that I became selfish. I called Taehyung and told him I had plans. It’s just you and me tonight, okay?” A tear streamed down his cheek as you took hold of his face. “Please forgive me Y/n..”

“Baby..” By this time, you were both tearing up. “Of course I forgive you, my love.” You kissed his cheek as he pulled you in by the waist for a cuddle.

“God the thought of you leaving,” Jungkook mumbled into your neck as you embraced each other “The thought of neglecting the one I love. Makes me sick to my stomach.”

You already felt the emotion of comfort wash over you as his scent reached your nose.

“Never again. Okay?” Jungkook said, gently kissing your neck “Never again will I ever make you feel like that.”

The sensation of lips on your neck made you moan softly. His strong hands around your waist already feeling like velvet on your body.

“Let me prove to you how sorry I am princess.” His kisses grew more passionate. His secure arms manoeuvred you now so that you were lying down across the bed. “Let me show you how much I missed you.” By then his fingers were skimming the edge of your shirt, giving you the hint he wanted it off.

You lifted your arms up so that he can slip the clothing off you, immediately searching his face when your lingerie was revealed.

Jungkook threw his back “Oh fuck baby…you’re killing me.” Straight away, his hands went to your boobs, massaging them from the fabric. Your breathy moans filled the air, hands already gently gripping Jungkook’s luscious locks. His face bent down to your chest as his mouth met your exposed cleavage. “Is this what you wanted baby, huh?” Another kiss to your chest “Fucked I missed these.”

While one of his hands caressed your nipple through the bra, the other slid around to your back and clawed at the clasp. You decided to help speed things up, arching your back a bit so you can undo the latch and from there you were left exposed.

“Such pretty tits.” Jungkook whispered, “They’re mine.” His mouth immediately latched onto one, gently lapping at the bud with his tongue.

You whimpered softly. “Kook, stop teasing….I want you.”

His mouth unlatched from your nipple. “Oh princess me too, I gotta get you ready first though okay? Patience my pretty.”

At that, Jungkook returned his kisses to your body. He travelled down your figure, down slowly on your stomach right towards the pit of your pleasure. He stopped at the hem of your leggings.

“Can I take these off, beautiful?” His fingers traced the lining of them. Once you nodded, he hoisted them down slowly. “Ass up beautiful for one second.” he smiled, once the leggings reached your rear.

Once the leggings were off and you were left only in your panties, Jungkook stood up. As he finished taking off his shirt, you admired the way his muscles tensed as he unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers. His raging cock jutted out of his boxers.

You got up onto your knees while on the bed, palming at his dick through his own fabric. He threw his head back as your hand fell over the tip.

“Can I taste you?” you asked politely, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He nodded quickly as he helped you remove his pants. His dick bounced as it was released from the cotton confines of his boxers and immediately you took him into your mouth, wasting no time to deepthroat him.

“Ah fuck!” Jungkook gripped your hair tightly, gently thrusting his hips at the sensation of your warm, sucking throat. “Oh, baby girl you’re taking me so well.”

You pulled back but still had him in your mouth, lapping your tongue around the poignant veins of his cock. The smell of him made you dizzy, partnering with his quiet grunts filled the dark room. His hand pushed at the back of your head, urging you to take him deeper in your mouth once again.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep on like this…I wanna be inside you.” he pulled out of your mouth, and a string of saliva connected your mouth and his cock together. He bent down and kissed you passionately, tongue exploring your mouth widely.

He whispered against your kisses “Lay down for me baby.”

You obliged. He tugged at your panties gently, inching them down your legs. You were now left bare at his glance. He kissed twice at your stomach before edging down to your pussy. His hot breath emphasised the pit in your stomach.

In a blink of an eye, his mouth was lapping between your folds. Moaning against your clit, the vibrations sent shoots of pleasure through your body as you clawed at Jungkooks hair. His desperate licks edge you closer and closer.

“K-Kook…I’m so close….” your mouth was held open at the amount of pleasure his mouth was giving you. Suddenly, the cold air hit your bare pussy as Jungkook leaned away.

“Not yet baby…need to be inside you…”

Jungkook positioned his cock at your entrance, slowly teasing the tip inside you “ready my angel?”

You nodded. Slowly he pushed into you, making sure you felt every inch of him.

“Oh…god Jungkook!” you clawed at his back, the size of him filling you up. “Y-you’re so big!” His cock quietly quicked the pace, as Jungkook nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You whimpered at the angle his shaft was pounding you, eyes trained shut at the waves of pleasuring hitting you at every thrust.

“My god baby…you’re so fucking…tight!” His muffled voice vibrated against your neck “I gotta pull out…I’m gonna cum-”

“Cum in me…!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist “Fill me up…”

“Oh….gorgeous….It’s so risky…” He removed his face from your neck “.....But you feel so good….”

At that, his pace quicked as his cock pounded at your pussy. Every thrust became a newfound ripple of delight. You felt your stomach tighten as the well-known feeling returned to your body once more.

“B-babe…I’m gonna c-cum!” You threw your head back into the pillows

“Cum on my cock baby….Oh, fuck!” Jungkook exclaimed as your pussy tightened around his dick. Jungkook too felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm in the pit of his stomach

Not too long after as you rode out your pleasure, you felt warmth enter you as Jungkook spilt inside you. With gritted teeth, he once again delved into your neck as he too rode out the other half of his orgasm, still thrusting gently and slowly.

You whimpered quietly as he pulled out and sank next to you. Straight away he pulled you into his arms. “I love you so much. Please never ever forget that okay?”

“Okay, I love you.” You fit right into the pit of his arm as he stroked your hair, both of you exhausted from tonight's actions.

“Hey, Kook? I know it's late but I'm kinda sticky now…”

He chuckled gently “Think it’s time me and you had a shower.”

find out what jungkook did in those five hours here

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jisvno · 1 year

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tokyo revengers characters when they see you cry and they comfort you

ft; mikey, kazutora, rindou

genre; partly angst?? with very comfort fluff

tw; mention of abusive parents (kazu), period one (is tw needed? idk but in rindou part)

♡ manjiro 'mikey' sano

it was another hard day. school, people, emotions, everything was overwhelming you today. you thought that at least you would meet your boyfriend in the afternoon, but he already had plans with ken, so you were left alone. comfort series and sweets did nothing good, but they caused you to get a mental breakdown. you started to cry, overloaded with the day and the lack of any happiness today. manjiro finished meeting with the draken, and he promised you that you would meet today, so he came to your place. he knocked on your door a few times but you wouldnt open it for him, being too tearful, so manjiros got a bit confused and he used the spare key you once gave him and went inside. he immediately heard the sound of crying coming from your room, and after a while he appeared there, seeing you all tearful, tears streaming down your face, red cheeks and shaking body. He immediately came over, sitting next to you and lightly stroking your back with his hand. 'what happened, honey?' he whispered, wrapping his arm lightly around your waist and hugging you. 'tell me, ill listen and try to help you..' he said softly, all the while stroking your back and shoulders. you finally calmed down enough to tell him about what a hard and overwhelming day you've had. manjiro listened to you the whole time, wondering how he could help you. when you finished speaking, he cupped your cheeks and wiped away the tears with his thumbs, looking into your eyes. 'i love you so much, you know? You are really strong and i believe that youll be able to overcome this and tomorrow will be better. remember, im here for you' he said, leaning back slightly and laying on the bed on his back, pulling you in and hugging you tightly. you felt his body heat, the smell of his perfume and just closeness and comfort, so after a while you stopped crying completely. manjiro said sweet things to you all the time, complimented you and talked about how much he loves you and how important you are to him. he decided to stay here for the night so you can rest in his arms. he lightly stroked your hair, which made you feel safe and after a tiring day you fall asleep in the arms of your most wonderful boyfriend

♡ kazutora hanemiya

you were just at school, coming out of your math class. you couldnt believe that despite studying for so long, you got another F. you were disappointed in yourself, fact, but the most stressed thing was what your parents would do after discovering your another bad grade. they were strict and always yelled at you for bad grades, they also hit you sometimes, you were afraid of them and thats why you spent so much time studying, which didnt always work. you were stressed that once again they could raise a hand on you for another F, so tears came to your eyes. you saw kazutora, who was walking towards you with a smile, wanting to show you something after the end of the lesson. but you were in bad shape now, so you ran away from him, ran upstairs to an empty auditorium, where you sat in the corner of the room and cried. you curled up, burying your head in your knees and crying silently, stressed out by the grades. kazutora ran after you, and when he saw you, his heart broke. he sat next to you, he didnt touch you, just looked at you. 'hey, what.. what happened?' he said quietly so as not to scare you. all you could whisper was that you got another F. kazutora knew what your parents were like, you told him that, and he saw how stressed and scared you were. he didnt quite know what to do, but he got up, taking your hand and gently pulling it to get you up. he walked out of school with you and put you on his bike, he sat in front of you and off you went. after a while you and him came to an empty place by the river, full of grass and flowers, you could see most of the city from here, it was really quiet and peaceful here. kazutora got off the bike, giving you his hand, and you sat down on the grass together. still not saying anything, he started picking the flowers, making a wreath out of them, and put it on your head, smiling slightly at the sight. 'you look beautiful, darling' he said, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it with his thumb. 'i cant help people, but remember that im always here, ill always find time for you to sit with you and take your mind off the bad' he said softly, looking into your eyes. you were thankful to him for not continuing the topic. you two sat on the grass for a while, and then he took you on a bike ride around the city, and finally he took you to his house, where he made you stay the night, where you watched cartoons and laughed all night. you were very happy that you have such a great boyfriend who will always help you take your mind off the bad things

♡ rindou haitani

you were just at your boyfriends house when you felt you had to go to the bathroom. you just got your period, so you use your pad and went back to his room. rindou was sitting at his desk, looking on the computer for something he wanted to show you, and you sat on the bed. suddenly you felt very painful cramps, that you lay down, slightly cringing from the pain. it was so strong that after a while tears flowed from your eyes and you cried silently, unable to bear the pain. when rindou heard your cry, he immediately turned to look at you. 'baby, why are you crying?' he asked softly, and when you told him that you had just gotten your period and were having terrible cramps, he got up, took some painkillers from the cupboard and gave you along with water, then lay down next to you, hugging you tight from behind and stroking your belly with his warm hands. it helped you so much, just his warmness and closeness. he started telling you a story about another 'dumb' thing that ran did, and how stupid he is, because we all know that rins favourite thing to do is teasing ran. after a while the medicine kicked in and you felt a little better and rindou kissed your hair. 'i dont like it when you cry, it makes you look ugly. you look prettier when you smile or laugh,' he said, and immediately had an idea of how to make you feel better. yes, you spent the rest of the evening teasing and arguing with poor ran, who tried to defend himself, but it was 2vs1 battle so he was loosing, which of course kept a smile on your face, you were really grateful to your boyfriend for being there for you and rindou was pleased with himself that his favorite activity gives you a lot of pleasure too

~ vani's note

first writing here! im not very proud of it, but i guess its not that bad, hope that youll like it! you can request your things, and please tell me if something was bad or just tell me your thought about it!

see you next time!

~vani ♡

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elliesslvt · 2 years

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the past and the present | gojo satoru x black! fem reader

ʚĭɞೃ author’s note: i’ve seen so many dad head-cannon posts so it gave me this fic idea, i might do a part two depending on how you guys like this.

ʚĭɞೃ description/warnings: 5,000+ words; black fem!reader, pet names (baby, used like once), smut with plot, toxic gojo?, creampie, slight degrading, unprotected sex, profanity, dad gojo, family outing, gojo’s a ceo, modern! au, angst, minors are not allowed!

“i saw y/n today," said megumi — one of satoru’s interns, as he sat down in the chair across gojo’s desk. “and she had a kid with her, a kid with the same exact hair color and eyes as you” he finished looking into gojo’s eyes. satoru’s body went still as he remembered the last interaction you guys had before you and he ended up not talking for five years.

“toru- please, it’s too much” you whined, gripping the sheets as his cock slipped in and out of you from the side.

“take it, baby, take it like the good slut i know you are,” he whispered in your ear while his massive hands wrapped around your throat. his words caused you to cry out even louder. with one of his hands wrapped around your neck, his other hand reached over to rub your swollen clit. “fu-uck”, you cried out meeting each of gojos thrust with your hips. “it’s so big”, you gasped.

satoru removed his fingers from your clit to move your braids away from your face. he turned your face towards him so he could see what faces his cock had you making. tears were falling down from your cheeks because how good he was fucking you. “don’t cry baby, this is what you wanted, you like getting fucked like a slut, huh?”

you nodded your head but satoru wasn’t satisfied. he tightened his grip around your neck which casued you to gasp. “answer me.”

“y-yes, i like it”, you whimpered.

“good fucking girl.”

satoru knew you were reaching your climax from the way your walls were clenching around his cock. “you feel so good, y/n” he moaned out as he began to slow his pace so he could last longer. “don’t ever let anyone besides me feel how fucking wet and good this shit is, okay,” he grunted out in your ear. “this”, he said, tracing the outline of your cunt, “will forever be for me," he whispered in your ear as he tightened the grip around your throat, causing your moans to escape rigidly.

“it’s yo-urs sato-ru; my pussy is all yo-urs,” you moaned, feeling yourself reach your climax. each time satoru entered your cunt, you got wetter and wetter,he was going to miss this, but satoru knew you were just too dangerous to be around. satoru's pace quickened, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips. he knew you were cumming by the way you were clenching around his cock. “i-i’m about to cum fuck”, mewled satoru. “c-cum inside me please; i wanna feel it inside me, please,” you cried out due to overstimulation.

when you look back, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it felt right in the moment. the way his cum filled your cunt caused you to let out a weak moan. as satoru spilled his cum into you, he realized you softened him; you made him not afraid to love again, and he couldn't stand it. so he dealt with these unknown emotions the only way he knew how, and that was by pushing you away.

with his dick still semi-hard, he mustered up enough strength to deal you the final blow that would leave your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“you’re a nuisance, y/n; you’re so fucking needy, and i don’t mind because you take my cock the best,” he said coldly. “out of all the pussy i had, yours is the wettest and it makes me feel the best; that’s probably why i kept you around for so long,” he said, tracing kisses along the back of your neck.

at his harsh words, you shove his naked body away from you with tears streaming down your face. the sight of you crying because of something he said had gojo’s heart clenching, but it was for the best. "get out, get out of my fucking apartment now; you used me just like everyone else; I fucking opened up to you, and you throw me away like some kind of whore," you screamed at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “get out, please,” you said, turning away from him because the thought of him seeing you cry for him made your stomach turn.

when you heard the front door of your apartment shut you cried harder than you ever had in your life. in your mind you knew satoru was going to pull away from you soon, but you didn’t know he was going to hurt you like this. you just wished you could hold on to his presence a little longer, the one that was kind, soft, and wasn’t scared to love.

“where did you see her?” satoru asked slowly.

“at target, the one closest to the zenin inc.’s main building”

“fuck”, satoru said rubbing his face. “let my assistant know i’ll be out for a while, okay”.

“what did you get yourself into, you hurt her and now you’re going to just waltz back into her life”, megumi scolded.

“we have a fucking kid from what i’m hearing. so, that all goes out the window, i know i hurt her, and i regret it every fucking day”.

megumi stood there shocked because this was one of the few times satoru wasn’t in a silly mood, he was serious. he’d known satoru for almost all his life, he practically raised him and he’d rarely see this side of him.

satoru dialed up the one person he knew for sure would be able to help him. “what do you want, satoru?”, nanami replied. satoru chuckled at nanami’s annoyance, “i need you to find an address for me”. “i’m not even going to question you, what’s the name?”

“y/n l/n, text it to me when you find it”, satoru responded before ending the call to avoid questioning.

the gojo family would not be happy about satoru having a kid out of wedlock and ruining the family business’s reputation , but he could care less. satoru had a kid, a kid who he’s missed about four years of their life. the fact that you were a different race from satoru would cause even more of an uproar with the gojo family. they were so stuck in their ignorant ways and wouldn’t be surprised if they told him he should’ve had a kid with someone his own race at least.

almost everyday satoru had thought back to the day he broke your heart, thinking about if he wasn’t so scared where would you two be right now. satoru finally had an excuse to talk to you and he would find a way to get you back. it might be selfish but he didn’t care, you were the one person that didn’t see him as a way to get quick fame. the time you spent together were time he was the happiest. he loved hearing you laugh, moan, and talk. you were the best thing that ever happened to him you treated him like a normal person instead of the god his family thought of him to be.

gojo’s phone dinged with a notification from nanami indicating that he did indeed find the address. he made his way to his all black porsche and followed the directions that his phone spoke to get him to y/n’s place.

love is a two-edged sword—it can either bring you happiness or bring you to your demise, and you learned that the hard way.

when satoru broke your heart, you spiraled down a dark path; you didn’t want to eat or get out of bed.

it was like that for a while before you realized you were pregnant with his child. when you found out, you cried and cried until tears couldn’t find their way out of your eyes anymore—you were tired. your best friend, iori grew sick and tired of watching you mope around and scheduled your appointment with a doctor. she made sure you ate and searched for a job for you so that you could support your unborn child. without her, you were ultimately positive that you wouldn’t be where you are now.

"you have to tell him y/n, and that says a lot coming from me," iori said softly, rubbing your back as you puked into the toilet.

“i know, i know, i’m going to text him now," you muttered.

to gojo: we have to talk, meet me at the coffee shop on 42nd street at 11am

gojo left you with no response, but you know he read it. “can you come with me, please, iori?" you whispered.

“ofc i can”

the next day, you did your morning routine and got dressed to meet with satoru. you were nervous, and you despised it; he shouldn't be able to instill these feelings in me after fucking your heart. once iori and you made it to the coffee shop, you spotted gojo sitting at a round table with his whore glasses on. “ugh”, you puffed out before making your way to take a seat at the table, satoru sat.

"I knew you were desperate, but this is insane." what did you call me here for? i’m not good for you. y/n stop texting me and forget calling me; forget i ever existed in your life," gojo spat at you. abruptly you stood from the chair you were sitting in and walked out the door and made your way to your car, forgetting iori accompanied you.

“what happened?" iori inquired as soon as you stepped into the car.

“he doesn’t want anything to do with the baby or me; he told me to forget he ever existed," you sobbed.

“that fucking asshole”, iori muttered.

"i'm sorry; you don't deserve that; you won't have to go through this alone," she said as she embraced you.

your daughter, gionna l/n was almost 5 now, and you adored every part of her. she made you happy, though she stressed you out sometimes.

“gigi baby, come so i can do your hair and you can go to school..”

“i'm coming, mommy," she responded, which made your heart swell.

“can i get two puff balls, please?" she begged with a puppy face, causing you to laugh.

"of course," you replied as she patted the pillow on the floor.

gionna made herself comfortable as you grabbed all the products and accessories you needed for her hair. you sprayed leave-in conditioner throughout her white-colored hair and began to detangle her hair section by section. you turned on spongebob to keep her occupied. “no bobos in your hair today?” you asked gionna.“no bobos, mommy," she said as she kept an eye on the 70-inch tv in the family room.

“close your eyes so i can show you the finished look cupcake”

like clockwork, gionna slapped her hands over her eyes. “okay you can look now," you said as you nudged her shoulders.

"yay so pretty, mommy, thank you," she gushed as she turned around to hug you.

“i love you gigi”, you whispered.

you heard a knock at your apartment door as those four words escaped her lips. you knew it wasn’t iori cause she worked in the morning on monday’s.

when you looked out the peephole, your whole body went still. “gigi can you go to your room for a second, please?"

“okay mommy," she said as she skipped to her room, leaving her toys scattered across the floor. once you opened the door, you were faced with the 6'4" bastard who broke you.

“what do you want, satoru?”, you spat. right now, you wish you wore something else to open the door besides your thin tank top and fluffy pajama shorts. you could feel your hard nipples showing through your shirt.

you noticed how satoru’s eyes were lingering on your chest, so you crossed your arms. “my eyes are up here, satoru, so hurry up and get out with it; i have somewhere to be."

“do we have a kid y/n and don’t lie to me”

“yeah, we do.”

“why didn’t you tell me?", he asked softly.

a loud laugh made it’s way past your lips when you heard those words. he couldn’t be serious, you thought. “why didn’t i tell you? are you serious? you told me to forget you ever existed, or did you forget?" y/n sneered as she glared at satoru. you saw him visibly cringe, and you didn’t care.

“what’s her name?" he replied.

“her name is gionna, gionna y/l/n."

“when can i meet her?" he begged. "i want to be in her life; i know you’ve already been through so much birthing her on your own, but i want to be here now, please," he begged.

“fine okay, here’s my number and we can talk about it some other time i have to take her to school and go to work”. you said handing him a sheet of paper with your number.

“and if you’re in her life don’t randomly one day decide she’s better off without you”, you said as you slammed the door. after you closed the door you let out the biggest breath. you couldn’t believe after five years he decided to get back in touch with you. how did he even find where you live? how did he even find out he had a daughter? you thought.

you might’ve lied to satoru about going to work today but that didn’t mean you weren’t busy. after you dropped gionna to school you were going to visit iori at work, she probably needed company in her office anyway.

“gigi baby you can come out now.”

“who was that mommy?” her blue eyes stared into your brown ones. you picked her up from the ground and sat her on your hip. “it was your daddy, and he wants to meet you soon, you excited?”, you questioned as you kissed her cheeks.

“yes! is he nice, mommy?”

"yes, he's a nice cupcake," you said as you wiped the side of her mouth with syrup from the pancakes she ate this morning.

“shit, you’re going to be late, gigi, let’s go," you said as you grabbed your mercedez keys from the counter.

“ou mommy said a bad word”, gigi said as she laughed.

after you dropped your daughter off at school, you made a quick stop at dunkin’ to grab iori and something to eat. when you finally made your way up to iori’s office, she was on the phone with a client. you sat down with her drink and bagel bites on her desk as she continued to discuss the matters of the house she was hoping to sell to her client.

you began to sip on your peach passion fruit refresher while scrolling through instagram. “hey, thanks for the food y/n”, iori said as she put her phone down. “no problem, i have something big to tell you.”

“what is it?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised. “satoru found out we have a kid, and he showed up at my apartment today before i was going to take gionna to school."

“no fucking way, it was probably one of his loud-mouthed interns who said something", iori said, as she sipped from her caramel macchiato.

“i don’t know who it was but it caught me so off guard, i hate the way he can still make me feel things after how badly he treated me.”

“it’s okay to feel that way, you guys were attached to the hip before what happened that night, don’t beat yourself up about it y/n.”

“i know, i know. i just thought i’d be over by now", you said, sighing.

“when is he going to meet her?”

“i’m free this friday, so i’m hoping we can do it that day and probably go to the aquarium or somewhere fun for kids.”

“that sounds great, i just hopes he’s healed and doesn’t pull no bullshit like he did with you.”

“i hope so too, let me call him right now while i have my emotional support with me.”

you take out your phone from your medium-sized black telfar bag and dial the number he gave you today. the phone rang four times before he picked it up.

“hi it’s y/n, i’m free friday for you to meet gionna are you available that day?”

"hi, and yes, I'll clear my calendar; what time?"

“friday, i was thinking three, we can go to the aquarium, gionna loves it there and she’ll feel more comfortable.”

“okay i’ll pick you guys up at 3.”

“wait i can drive there.”

“i know, but i want us to go together; plus, it’ll be easier if i’m driving, please," he said softly.

“um okay, i’ll see you friday call me if anything comes up.”

you wanted to punch him in the chest over and over for the way he treated 22-year-old you, but you pushed that urge aside. your daughter having a present father figure came first; you always wanted your children to have a present father figure because you never had that growing up. the fact that there was a slight chance that could become reality for gionna was enough for you to put your pride aside and try and make this co-parenting thing work.

before you knew it, it was friday and you were getting gionna and yourself ready to go to the aquarium. yesterday, you took the time to braid gionna’s white curly hair into plaits and added blue beads at the end of each braid to match her outfit for today. you picked out a two-piece outfit for her that consisted of a light blue sweatshirt with light blue plants. she insisted on wearing her light-up hello kitty shoes even though they didn’t go with her outfit.

it was chilly outside, so you settled on wearing something comfortable. you wore a striped brandy melville sweatshirt, a pair of abercrombie jeans, dark green high-top converse, and your dark green medium telfar bag. your kinky hair was in a high puff, making you appear a few years younger than you were. you decided on gold jewelry today since it made your skin pop more. as you were exiting your room, you quickly sprayed yourself with sol de janeiro 71.

“gigi come here and put this hat on; it’s chilly outside, cupcake," you said with her hello kitty hat in hand. you thought it would go with her shoes and give her outfit some cohesion. your phone rang in your pocket as you were putting gionna’s hat on her head.

“hello," you answered. “hey y/n i’m outside," he responded. "all right, I'll be right out; i need to get gionna's car seat."

“i can grab it for you; i’ll be outside," he said.

“uh no, it’s f—," but you realized he hung up before you had the chance to protest against it.

“okay gigi baby let’s go meet your daddy”

"yay," she said as she took your hand in hers to leave the apartment.

when you opened the door, you met with satoru’s blue eyes. he was dressed in dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a varsity jacket. he smelled heavenly, and his white hair was down, making him look even better than usual. you crouched down to gionna’s level and told her that this was her dad and urged her to say hi. gionna shyly said hi, which caused you to laugh; she was always shy around new people, but you knew once she got to know people, the shy act disappeared, and she was the most talkative person you knew. satoru stared in awe at the interaction between you two. he couldn’t believe he had a daughter. she looked just like you, but with his eye color and hair color, her skin was a few shades lighter than yours, but the similarities were there. “hi gionna, im your d-dad”, satoru as he waved softly at her. the action caused you to smile because usually satoru is the most confident person ever.

“i’m going to open my car door so you can grab gigi’s seat. follow me."

you walked to the parking lot area in front of your apartment complex with gionna on your hip. you unlocked your black mercedez, and satoru opened the door to grab the car seat.

when gojo finally put gionna’s booster seat in the backseat of his black porsche taycan. you went to the backseat to strap gionna in then made your way to the passenger seat. your body felt hot being this close to satoru for the first time in years, but you tried your best to conceal it.

"gigi baby, you're on aux, what do you want to listen to?", you inquired as you plugged your phone into satoru's aux.

“um i want to listen to paramore!”, she said excitedly.

“great choice great choice”

the interaction between gionna and you made him laugh. he admired the way you and gionna interacted and hoped it wasn’t too late to build that kind of relationship with his daughter.

soon the song “aint it fun”, began blasting through the speakers of satoru’s car. “sorry”, you mouthed to satoru for the performance that was about to take place in his car. you began to sing the lyrics that led up to the chorus as gionna bobbed her head back and forth. when the chorus lyrics began, you used your hand as an imaginary mic and reached it over to the backseat so gionna could start singing. after you finished the last lyric of the gionna and you burst out laughing.

“okay, game time! we’re going to take turns asking your dad questions so we can get to know each other better," you said in an attempt to include satoru.

“okay, me first! what’s your favorite color, mr. white hair?" Gionna asked. you snickered because her hair was white too. satoru laughed to himself and then replied to gionna’s questions. “my favorite color is blue, and your hair is white too."

“i know, but my hair is prettier than yours.”

“that is also true.”

all of you continuously asked questions back and forth until you finally reached the aquarium. satoru parked the car and opened the door for you while he went to get gionna out of her car seat. the game in the car helped gionna relax, which is why satoru was able to grab her out of her car seat without her feeling uncomfortable.

as you walked behind satoru and gionna as they held hands towards the entrance of the aquarium, you heard him ask her, “what animal are you most excited to see?”

“i really want to see the jellyfish; they’re very pretty."

when you entered the aquarium, you noticed satoru had just shown the person at the front his phone and was let in. you caught up to him to ask about it, and he simply said, “i took care of it." after that, you didn’t ask any questions and simply enjoyed a free aquarium trip.

as satoru, gionna, and you continued to adventure throughout the aquarium, you realized that gionna was growing closer to satoru the more they interacted. she made sure to hold his hand when they went through the many exhibits the aquarium had on display. gionna even got satoru to sit in the "get wet" section of the orca show. you laughed as you exited the show, seeing gionna and satoru drenched. you took no chance sitting with them because you knew your hair, which you spent too much time perfecting, would be ruined by shrinkage.

when you felt gionna getting cranky due to her being hungry, so you decided to eat at one of the concession stands in the seaquarium. satoru insisted on paying for anything gionna, and you got. gionna sat between satoru and you, but she was too busy talking to satoru about the dolphins she saw to look your way. you knew that down the line gionna would become a daddy’s girl, and you weren’t ready. for so long, it had just been you two, and now you had to learn to share her.

“you okay.” you looked up from your nearly finished burger and fries to find gojo’s blue ones staring into your darker ones.

“yeah i’m fine, just letting you two have your moment.”

gojo looked back at his daughter stealing fries from his tray and laughed.

“mommy, can i go to the gift shop now, please?”

“as soon as you finish your food cupcake.”

after you daughter quickly finished her food, you took her to the bathroom . she dragged gojo and you to the aquarium gift shop.

“mr.white hair look look it’s a jellyfish.”

“yeah it’s a purple jellyfish, do you like it?” he asked, kneeling down to meet her at eye level.

“yes, my other stuffed animals want a new friend.”

“okay let’s get it then.”

gionna threw herself at gojo for a warm hug and your heart melted when satoru wrapped his arms around her.

“what do you say gigi?”

“thank you so much mr. white hair”, she said with a toothy grin on her face. gionna continued to lead satoru around the shop and whatever gionna wanted gojo added to the basket, you knew money wasn’t an issue with him so you let gionna enjoy the treatment she was receiving.

when the cashier rang up all the things gionna got from the gift shop you decided that it was time to go home. gionna was getting tired and you didn’t want to deal with how cranky she got when she got sleepy. you held the bag of everything from the gift shop while satoru carried a sleepy gionna that was slowly succumbing to her sleep on gojo’s shoulder. satoru decided to buckle her back into her seat while you hoped in the passenger seat which you were thankful for, today drained you and all you wanted to do was shower and be under your bed covers. once satoru got in the car you felt yourself falling asleep

“wake up y/n.”.

you felt someone gently shaking you which caused you to groggily rub your eyes. “wha-, shit where’s gionna?”, you asked as you frantically looked around the car.

“relax baby, she’s right here.” you watched your daughter's chest rise and fall slowly as she rested her head in the crook of satoru’s neck.

“i’m sorry for falling asleep.”

“no biggie, can you open the door, so i can get gigi inside.”

“yeah.”

as soon as you got inside and took off your shoes, while satoru placed gionna on your couch. he watched her intently as he moved one of her white braids out of her face. “when’s the next time i can spend time with her?”

“we were planning on going to the water park next weekend, she’d probably happy if you came”

“i'll be there, i’ll clear my schedule. and i’m sorry for what i put you through, an apology won’t fix what happened but i’ll be here to support you and gigi. now”

“yeah, you fucking hurt me satoru, i didn’t deserve that. i have to bathe gionna before she goes to sleep so i’ll see you this weekend.”

“let me do it, i used to take care of my intern when he was younger. plus, you’re tired, go take a shower and i’ll handle it, please.”

“satoru i don’t know.”

after his pleading, you decided to let him have it. before you left to take your shower you watched gojo for a few minutes then decided gionna was in good hands.

you rushed to the bathroom connected to your room to quickly take a shower. as you were wrapping your towel around your body you heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“shit, i’m naked.”

“u-uh where’s gigi’s sleep clothes?”

“it’s in the dresser, the last drawer. put lotion and rub cocoa butter on her skin please.”

“okay. does she have something for her hair like you did?”

you laughed remembering the first time you stayed over gojo’s place and he looked at you crazily for wearing a ‘hat’ to bed.

“yeah, it’s on her bed.”

you heard satoru’s steps fading down the hall so you decided to get out your bathroom and quickly lotion up. after you settled on wearing sweats and a tank top. you made your way to gionna’s bedroom to find her dozing off on her princess tiana themed sheets while satoru watched her quietly.

“you’re a natural.”

“i learned when i was raising my intern. she looks just like you with my eyes and hair color, she’s beautiful.”

satoru got up from gionna’s bed to turn to the door which you had been leaning against. he drank all of you in as his eyes roamed all over your body. your body has changed since the last time he seen you but he still loved every inch of you.

“stop satoru”

“what?” he walked towards you so now that he was only a few inches away from you.

“stop looking at me like that. you can’t just leave for that long after hurting me and think everything is okay between you and me . the only reason you're here is because of gionna. so stop looking at me like you actually love me.”

tears were fighting their way out of your eyes but you held them in. you refused to cry in front of him when you spent so long to heal from what happened to you.

“i’m sorry y/n, i was dumb and stupid, what i did was selfish and i didn’t mean what i said to you that night.”

you looked up into his eyes and could tell he was being sincere but you’re not sure you could ever trust him with your heart again, not after what he put you through.

“just go satoru, i’ll see you next weekend.”

“i’ll see you next weekend y/n.”

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead then began walking towards your apartment door. you watched him make his way into his car before heading to your room to finally go to sleep. your thoughts swarmed with various throwbacks of the time when satoru and you were infatuated with each other and spent almost all of your free time together. you were scared the more he was around, the more those feelings would resurface and you would end up getting hurt again. you only hoped that you wouldn’t end up with your heart broken dealing with satoru again.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x black!reader #black #black fem reader #dad gojo #gojo satoru smut #jjk #jjk smut #satoru gojo angst #angst

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kolyasupremanxy · 2 years

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I just finished binging bsd and have been religiously reading your stories and I saw that you have request’s open (I only screamed a little bit) and was wondering if i could request a scenario slight trigger warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

⚠️ where Dazai finally meets someone who wants to end it all like him (he thinks she’s kidding and won’t go through with it) but her ability won’t allow her to die and he is shock when she actually goes through with all of his dying ideas (idk what to call them) and a fluffy ending if you can to level out the dark themes.

It’s kinda dark so i understand if you don’t do it but keep up the good work and thank you if you do decide to write it ❤️

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst , fluff ( ? )

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : suicide , mentions of ending life

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8K

𝐀/𝐧: I hope you're doing well, anon.

You were standing at the edge of the building, staring down at the ground far below. You had been contemplating ending your life for as long as you could remember, and today felt like the day you would finally do it.

As you stood there, lost in thought, a voice behind you made you jump.

"Planning to jump?" Dazai said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You turned to face him, surprised that someone had found you. "How did you know?" you asked, tears streaming down your face.

Dazai shrugged. "I could just tell. I've been there before, you know."

You looked at him skeptically. "You? A member of the mafia, suicidal?"

Dazai chuckled. "Yes, me. It's not uncommon, you know."

You felt a strange sense of comfort talking to him, like you had finally found someone who understood you. You explained to him how you had tried to end your life before, but every attempt had failed. You told him about your ability, how you couldn't die no matter how hard you tried.

Dazai's eyes lit up at the mention of your ability. "Interesting. Do you want to die with me?"

You were taken aback by his suggestion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, let's die together. It'll be fun," Dazai said with a smirk.

You looked at him, considering his proposal. Part of you was intrigued by the idea, but the other part of you was terrified. "What if I can't die?"

Dazai shrugged. "Then we'll just keep trying until we figure it out."

Over the next few weeks, you and Dazai spent your time trying to die together. You tried everything from jumping off buildings to getting hit by cars, but nothing seemed to work.

As you continued to spend time with Dazai, you began to see a different side of him. He was kind and caring, and he made you laugh in a way that no one else had before. You realized that you had developed feelings for him, and you were terrified that he would leave you once he figured out your secret.

As the weeks went by, you and Dazai continued to try and die together, but as time passed, you found that your desire to die began to fade. You continued to spend time with Dazai, you began to see a different side of him. He was kind and caring, and he made you laugh in a way that no one else had before. You realized that you had developed feelings for him and found that his company was enough to make you forget about your dark thoughts.

One day, as you were sitting on the roof of a building with Dazai, you realized that you hadn't thought about suicide in weeks. You turned to him, surprised by the realization.

"Dazai, I haven't thought about dying in a while," you said, a smile spreading across your face.

Dazai smiled back at you. "I know. I've noticed that you've been happier lately."

You looked at him, realizing that he had been paying attention to you more than you thought. "Thank you, Dazai. For being here with me."

Dazai wrapped his arm around you. "Of course, I'll always be here for you."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for his support.

Over the next few months, you and Dazai continued to grow closer, and your feelings for him continued to deepen. You found yourself falling in love with him, but you were too scared to tell him.

One night, as the two of you were walking through the city, you mustered up the courage to tell him how you felt.

"Dazai, I have to tell you something," you said, taking a deep breath.

Dazai looked at you, his eyes full of curiosity. "What is it?"

"I'm in love with you," you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

Dazai's eyes widened in surprise, but then a smile spread across his face. "I'm in love with you too," he said, taking your hand in his.

You felt a surge of happiness wash over you, and for the first time in a long time, you felt truly alive.

The two of you spent the rest of the night walking through the city, hand in hand, talking about your hopes and dreams for the future. You realized that, even though you had spent so much time trying to die, life was worth living if you had someone to share it with.

As the sun began to rise, you and Dazai stood on a bridge, watching the first rays of sunlight hit the water. You turned to him, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

"Dazai, thank you for being with me when i was at my lowest point of my life," you said, tears streaming down your face.

Dazai took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears. "Anytime, my love. I'll always be here for you."

You leaned in and kissed him, feeling grateful for the love and support that he had given you. As you stood there, watching the sun rise with Dazai by your side, you knew that, no matter what happened, you would always have a reason to live.

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#bsd #bsd imagines #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x you #dazai x reader #dazai x reader angst

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himitsuuta · 1 year

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[panic room]

crush x fem!reader

genre.: fluff, angst

warnings.: self-harm

author’s note.: english’s not my first language and i wrote this a year ago so please be understanding w me... if you don’t feel comfortable with this topic and this kind of stories i totally understand, take care <3

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today, i went home earlier than usual because of.. everything.

i wasn’t feeling well this week and my bad thoughts came back, i don’t know why,

i was trying so bad to not relapse, looking at the rest of my scars from last year. breathing heavily, my eyes filled with tears, feeling the panic attack coming and looking at the blade i knew i needed help. i knew i needed him but i didn’t wanted him to know.

what will he thinks? that i’m weak, that he deserves better than someone who cuts herself every time she feels bad ?

i’m so ridiculous.

suddenly, i collapsed to the ground. tears streaming down my cheeks, as i took deep breath to calm down.

at that moment i didn’t think about how pathetic i was, i just picked up the phone, dialed his number and called him.

it didn’t take long for him to answer:

“hey babe ?”

“h-hey” i was fighting with my tears not to let out any sobs.

“is everything okay?”

“hum- h/n can you c-com-” i was interrupted with my sobs as i let out all my tears.

“hey hey hey y/n are you okay ?? hey please answer me.”

“ i just- can you come over?”

“what’s wrong? please tell me baby.”

“h-help me please”.

and i just hung up, my tears becoming heavier on my cheeks, sobbing uncontrollably. i was having a panic attack and i couldn’t calm down.

five minutes after the call, i heard h/n open the door while yelling: “y/n ? y/n !”

i juste didn’t have the strength to answer because i couldn’t stop crying.

at this moment he just ran to my room, finding me there, sitting on the floor, head on my knees, my shoulders rising and falling (?hope u understand lmao) irregularly.

“baby, hey, shhh”

he knelt down, taking my hand in his and kissing my knuckle softly.

“i’m right here, hey it’s gonna be okay mh?”

then, he took me in his arms, rubbing circles on my back slowly and gently.

“look at me angel? please ?”

“i- i’m sorry to bother you i-”

i couldn’t finish my sentence when he kissed me.

“you’re not bothering me at all. i’m right here now, how can i help sweetheart?”

“i- uh, i had a panic attack as you see and hum. yeah.”

“a panic attack? since when do you have these?”

“since i was a child but last year it was.. common.”

“what? why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“didn’t wanted to bother you or to worry you, y’know..“

“i will always be there for you y/n, no matter what i love you. you can talk to me, i won’t judge you and you know it. i know you don’t want people to think you’re weak or this kind of thing, but it’s not true. i’ve been through this too and you were always there for me. it’s my turn now.”

“what did i do to deserve you h/n, h/l/n”

“i could say the same about you”

he wipe off my tears slightly with his thumb, holding my hands and pressing my knuckle against his lips, as if to comfort him.

of course i forgot i hadn’t put a sweater on, so my scars were exposed. and he saw it.

his eyes widened, and he caressed it so gently to not hurt me, as if they were still hurting me.

“y-you?” are the only word who escaped his lips.

“yes i did.” i answered, looking at him with his beautiful eyes.

“i should have been there for you, i’m so-” he didn’t finish, he just took his face on his hands, taking a deep breath, as tears rolled down his cheek.

“oh God”

“please- h/n don’t cry, it’s okay you couldn’t know”

“i should’ve cared more” he whispered, looking at my forearms.

he did something i didn’t expect, something that touched me deeply, he kissed my scars.

#fem!oc #fem!reader #original content #crush x reader #self mutalition #tw sh related #self harming #fluffy #angsty

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greedygreedyphilza · 4 years

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so op mentioned in this lovely fic about techno saving phil from the nether instead of phil saving techno and the fic is wonderful and very good, please read it. but i raise you this, techno saves phil, but phil saves wilbur since techno and wilbur are twins

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It’s rare that Phil feels unprepared, he’s always meticulous in his preparations for anything. He has fire resistance in case he falls into lava without being able to save himself with his wings, he has golden apples in case he gets into a rough situation, and enchanted golden apples if he gets in an even rougher spot. Phil even has a totem of undying, just in case. He’s only been in a few situations where he’s had to use one, today just happened to be one of them.

A couple ghasts jumped him and while he was able to fell them, one of them still got a lucky shot and nicked his wing. Nothing a good preening and a few days of rest wouldn’t fix, but he couldn’t fly for now. It was just his luck that a misfire from his bow hit a zombie piglin and there was no way for him to fly away. He was surrounded by them and though unlike him he forgot to bring any blocks with him to the nether and with no time to mine any, there was no way he could tower out of their reach. Phil was thoroughly and utterly screwed, he would just have to hope he had enough golden apples to last him through the swarm and that he could be quick enough eating them to save himself.

Phil was sure he wasn't going to make it out of the damned nether when a golden sword blocked the slash of a sword aimed at his head, a young piglin- no wait, a young kid? Phil didn't have time to tell all he knew was the kid was helping him and seemed to be able to hold his own.

The two were able to thin the horde of zombie piglins until they stopped coming, Phil let out a sigh of relief and finally got a good look at his rescuer. The young boy had features of a piglin, small tusks pointing out of his mouth, droopy piglin ears, wild pink hair, and deep red eyes, but looked deceptively human otherwise. He must be a hybrid is what Phil concluded, just like him.

"Thank you," Phil finally spoke to the young hybrid.

The boy huffed at him and looked to his hoofs, which Phil had just noticed, seemingly in though about something. The piglin hybrid looked up at Phil one more time before speaking to him. Phil wasn't exactly the most versed in the piglin language but he could make out a bit of what he was saying, "Follow," was the only thing he got out of the first sentence and "Help," was the only thing he got out of the second, but it was enough.

Phil nodded at the little piglin and the boy led him to a crack in the netherrack wall, it was small and inconspicuous Phil would have never seen it on his own. He was just barely able to make it through the tight squeeze to what he could assume was where the piglin hybrid had been staying. He couldn't be sure unless he asked but the other piglins probably hadn't let the boy stay with them, their untrust of humans making them push the boy away.

The hybrid led Phil farther into his home and into a room the piglin must have carved out, inside another boy was leaning curled up against the wall. "Help," the piglin spoke again, Phil only getting a few words, "Brother"- no "Twin brother."

Phil turned his attention back to the other boy, he looked rather human, his brown hair and eyes, his human complexion, the only thing clueing Phil in were his pointy ears. The other boy was shivering and had let out a small cough, Phil showed the boy his empty hands before he slowly reached over to lay his hand on the kid's forehead. Phil almost flinched back at the heat, there was no way he wasn't running a fever. The pink haired boy had walked closer to Phil and was pulling lightly on one of his arms, "Help him," he grunted in his native tongue.

Phil weighed his options, he could leave the boys here to grab supplies from the overworld and try to heal the boy in the hellish heat or he could take the kids with him and hope the overworld had no adverse effects on them. Phil had never met a hybrid from the nether before so there was no way he could be sure they could cross into the overworld without consequences. But it seemed worth risk, there was no way the brown haired boy would get any better in the heat with a fever. Phil turned to the pink haired boy, "I need to take him to the overworld, I can help him there," He spoke slowly and carefully in hopes the boy would be able to understand him.

The pink haired boy seemed slightly confused but the browned haired boy spoke up, he spoke in piglin and from what Phil could tell he was relaying Phil's words to his twin. "Can you understand me?" Phil asked the brown haired boy.

"A little," He said, trying his best to mimic an overworld accent.

Phil nodded, "Okay, well, I'm going to pick you up and bring you to the overworld so I can help you," the boy nodded at Phil's words, "Do you know if you can go in the overworld?"

The brown haired boy shrugged and Phil tried to keep his worry about it to himself, he carefully picked the boy up and made his way out of the twins' home. The pink haired boy followed him close and watched him with skeptical eyes, Phil couldn't exactly blame him for it.

"Do you have names?" Phil asked on their long journey home, usually with Phil's ability to fly the journey was simple and quick but without it he was forced to carefully navigate the nether with two kids in tow. On the journey he realized he couldn't exactly keep calling the kids the brown haired one and the pink haired one in his head anymore.

"Wilbur," the kid in his arms spoke.

The pink haired boy grunted and Wilbur translated, "Technoblade."

"My name's Phil," Phil said, carefully adjusting the Wilbur in his arms as he made his way up a hill.

It was then that Phil realized how close they actually were to his portal, it was harder to recognize the terrain from his new perspective but he could see the glow of his portal farther up the hill. He almost let out an excited whoop in his relief, Phil was exhausted and though he wanted nothing more than to get home, preen his feathers, and go to bed, he had more important things to focus on.

Once they made it to the portal Phil set Wilbur down, letting the boy lean against the obsidian as he let out another cough. Phil took a deep breath and addressed both boys, "Okay, I'm not sure if going into the overworld is going to hurt you both, so I want to test it. If you can't come into the overworld, I will go and bring supplies to help Wilbur," Phil spoke slowly so Wilbur could translate what Technoblade couldn't understand, "Technoblade, I want you to come with me to the overworld. If it hurts, I want you to go right back through the portal, understand?"

Technoblade looked to Wilbur a few times as the boy translated for him before finally turning to Phil and nodding. Phil took a deep breath again and led the boy over to the portal, he went through first. Technoblade came through right after him, he was a little unsteady so Phil helped balance and ground the hybrid with a hand on his shoulder, he hoped it was just the boy experiencing the dizziness and nausea of going through a portal for the first time and not anything to do with the overworld's adverse effect on piglins.

Once the piglin had steadied himself Phil took his hand off Technoblade's shoulder, "How are you?" Phil asked hoping and praying that the boy was okay.

"Good," Technoblade responded, short, simple and to the point, but Phil didn't mind since the more simple the easier for either of them to understand right now.

"Good, I'll go get Wilbur then," Phil spoke and stood up, he went through the portal again, carefully picked up Wilbur, and went through the portal for the third time.

Wilbur also seemed a bit jostled from the dimension traveling and groaned, lifting a hand to his forehead in pain for a bit before seeming to adjust to the overworld. Technoblade had stared at his brother, seemingly ready to attack Phil at his twin's discomfort, the golden sword he had used when defending Phil still clutched in his hand.

Wilbur had looked down at his brother once the dizziness had settled, "I'm okay, Techno," he said in piglin, or at least Phil was pretty sure the last bit was Technoblade's name shortened. But Technoblade seemed to instantly relax at his brother's words.

"The portal is a bit always from my house," Phil told the boys, "I'll bring you there and I can help Wilbur."

Everything seemed to feel much farther on foot, it had been awhile since Phil had been reduced to walking. Not since he had similarly sprained his wing in a storm he knew better then to fly in, at least this time the ghast hitting him wasn't the cause of his stupid decision. The walk to the house was quiet apart from Wilbur's occasional cough and Techno's soft grunts, though the boys seemed rather enthralled by the overworld if their wide and bright eyes had anything to say about it. Phil would have chuckled and shown and explained every little thing that they were interested in in different circumstances, if there was one thing that always got to Phil it was childlike curiosity and enthusiasm.

Phil led the boys inside his house and brought Wilbur to a spare room, he laid the boy down in a bed and covered him up as he shivered. Technoblade stood by his brother's bed and Phil pulled a chair up for him but the piglin hybrid didn't take it.

"I'm going to go get some things to help Wilbur," He said and left the two boys. He grabbed a small health potion from his basement and wet a washcloth in the sink before returning to the boys. Technoblade had turned away from Wilbur and to the door, his back to his brother and hand still clenched around his sword's handle. It must have been instinct, is what Phil reasoned, probably coming from the many times Technoblade had had to protect his brother.

Phil walked over and sat in the chair Technoblade had neglected, Technoblade turned to watch him. Phil gave Wilbur the health potion explaining that it would help him feel better and laid the washcloth over his forehead, Wilbur accepted the cold washcloth with relief.

Phil stood up from his spot, "Alright, I'll make us all some soup. You're both probably starving from the day you've had." As if on comedic cue, Technoblade and Wilbur's stomachs growled and Phil let out a chuckle, "Any preferences?"

"Potato," Technoblade spoke up first and it was the first word Phil had heard Techno speak in overworld tongue.

Phil was a bit puzzled at the request but Wilbur nodded along as well so Phil left to make them potato soup.

Over the weeks the boys stayed with Phil as Wilbur recovered, he taught them the language of the overworld at Wilbur's request. It took a bit of digging but he found old picture books stuffed away and covered in dust, looking at them Phil found that they were actually his old picture books that had somehow survived his years of traveling, he was incredibly thankful that they had. Phil would read the boys a few every night, having to recycle some of them when he ran out. However the boys didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Wilbur seemed to pick up the language more easily than Technoblade did, but the next night when Phil came to read to them he seemed to know more then the previous night and Phil had no doubt Wilbur was teaching the boy before they went to bed.

Technoblade hadn't left his brother's side the entire time, diligently staying by his side protecting him from any oncoming threat. Phil did everything in his power to convince the boy he and his brother were safe in Phil's house but it would take awhile before he could unlearn the need to be constantly vigilant. Plus Phil was never a man to push, even if he wished the boy would at least sleep in bed with his brother or in another bed Phil had offered him in the same room. The piglin hybrid seemed to only sleep leaning against his brother's bed, the gold sword still clutched in his hand even as he slept.

Wilbur's recovery was going well, it was only a few days after the boy's arrival did he feel up to exploring the house Technoblade in tow. Phil led the boys around the entire house, explaining every room to them, the only place he didn't take the boys was the basement, afraid the boys would be too curious and hurt themselves with the potions or the brewing stands. A few days after that Wilbur had wanted to explore outside so Phil had shown the boys his cows, Phil explained what they were since the boys had only heard stories about them and had never actually seen one in real life. Next he had shown them his farm, Technoblade had taken quite an interest in the potatoes and carrots.

Phil had harvested some of the carrots to show to Technoblade, he looked at them quizzically, "Can you make into gold?"

His overworld speech still wasn't the best but Phil understood what the boy had meant, "Yes, you can. Would you like to see?"

Technoblade had nodded enthusiastically and Wilbur seemed to laugh at his twin's enthusiasm, Phil took the few gold nuggets he kept in the chests outside and used a crafting bench to meld the items together. Once he was done, he gave the golden carrot to Technoblade who, for the first time since he had been with Phil, set down his sword to inspect the carrot more closely. Phil kept the excitement at his sign of trust down as to not startle the boy and watched him as he spun the carrot around.

"Can I eat?" Technoblade asked and as soon as Phil had nodded, bit into the golden carrot. The boy let out a squeal of excitement and flapped his free hand.

Wilbur brightened up at his brother's excitement, "Can I try?"

Technoblade shook his head and held the carrot to his chest turning away from his twin, "What? Techno, no fair!" Wilbur whined.

Phil chucked at the boy's antics, "I'll make you one, Wilbur."

Wilbur turned his gaze over to Phil and followed him over to the crafting bench to watch him make another one. Once Phil had finished, he gave the carrot to Wilbur. The boy took a bite of it as soon as he got his hands on it, but grimaced at the taste. He spit the carrot out, "Blegh, that's gross."

Phil chuckled as Wilbur gave his carrot to even more excited Technoblade, "I don't like them that much either, Wilbur. We'll just have to save them for Technoblade, huh?"

Wilbur nodded enthusiastically.

It was very early in the morning when Phil woke up, he's never one to wake up early without a reason behind it. So despite everything seeming fine he flicked his covers off and swung his feet around to the side of his bed. Everything seemed fine as he surveyed the house, until he came onto Wilbur and Techno's room. It had taken two weeks but Technoblade had finally started to sleep in a bed beside Wilbur, once he had put the boys to bed and checked on them before he turned in himself. He found the boys holding hands in between the beds and the sight had warmed his heart, but that's not what Phil is greeted with when he checks on them. Both of their beds are empty and there things are gone, Phil panics and starts running around the house calling for them. He tries to keep the panic out of his voice so as to not startle the boys if they're still here but the more his searches come up empty the more panic rises up his chest and into his throat.

Phil checks over the entire house before he concludes they must be outside, so he checks the cows pen and the farm. The boys are not there either, but some potatoes had been stolen from the farm and not replanted. It must have been Techno or whoever had taken Techno. No, he can't let himself think like that. Phil reasons they must have just gone for a walk in the morning and didn't want to wake him, it's not exactly logical but Phil will hold on to it for now.

When he doesn't find them, he takes off to the sky to find them. His wing was better now, the ghast had simply sprained it and only a few of his feathers were affected, but not enough to affect his flying. Wilbur had come up to him one night, past the time Phil had tucked him into bed. Somehow he had been quiet enough to not wake Techno.

Phil had finally gotten the time to properly preen his feathers, carefully pushing and pulling feathers back into place and getting rid of any extra down. Wilbur had asked him about it before Phil had the chance to ask him why he was awake so Phil had explained and shown Wilbur how to do it. Phil had let Wilbur practice on his non-injured wing and the boy had brightened at Phil's praise. All things considered Wilbur had done a pretty decent job, Phil told him as much.

"Why are you up anyway?" Phil had asked and Wilbur seemed to shrink a bit.

"I- I had a nightmare," He said, staring at his lap.

"Aw, come here dove," Phil said, opening his arms for Wilbur to rush into.

The boy began crying as he recounted the nightmare, "Me and Techno were back in the Nether, and he was protecting me. And he was doing good, when one of those big piglin's with the axes showed up," Phil had seen some in his time at in the nether, they were vicious beasts that attacked people whether or not they were wearing gold, people called them brutes, "And Techno tried his best but the big piglin won and- and- and then," Phil shushed the boy as he started to hyperventilate, he got the picture.

"Just breath," Phil said rocking the boy back and forth, "It's okay, I'm here. It wasn't real."

Wilbur continued to cry into Phil's chest, Phil kept rubbing the boy's back keeping up with his affirmations. Eventually Wilbur calmed down, "Thank you."

Phil had smiled at him, "Anytime, now let's get you back to bed, hmm?"

The memory sparked Phil's search on even more until he spotted the boys in the clearing by the nether portal and landed near them but not too close in an effort to not have the wind of his quick landing blow them over. As soon as his feet hit the ground he ran over to them and pulled them into him, "Oh thank god, I found you both."

The boys pulled back confused, "You were looking for us?" Techno asked.

"Yes, of course," Phil said, now as confused as the boys looked, "I was worried."

"But," Wilbur spoke this time, "I thought you'd want us to go back home since I'm all better now."

"What?" Phil almost yelled but he kept his volume down for the kids in front of him, they couldn't have possibly thought he was just going to dump them back in the nether when Wilbur was better? At first that had been Phil's plan, but the moment he had picked Wilbur up in his arms it seemed his parental instincts had taken over and he knew he couldn't just lead these boys back to their deaths, "No, of course not! I thought you boys had wanted to stay with me. Because you both can stay as long as you want," No matter how much he wanted to, if they really wanted to go Phil wouldn't stop them. Though they couldn't stop him from following either.

Tears sprung up in Wilbur's eyes, "But, I guess- I just thought-" Wilbur was struggling with the words and one look at Techno told Phil the piglin had been hiding his face in his arm to hide his tears.

"Oh, come here, both of you," Phil wrapped his arms and his wings around the boys, "You're home is my home now. We're a family now, if you want it."

Wilbur and Techno both furiously nodded in his chest and Phil's heart was beyond warmed. He couldn't ask for anything better than this moment, holding both of his boys close. Warm and safe nestled in his chest and protected by his wings.

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ja-stuff · 3 years

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Invalidating s/o's feelings/efforts

note: I should've posted this 2 days earlier but my stupid laptop broke down and the original draft vanished T_T ANDDD I hope you like this one too! slightly proofread~

word count: 3, 147

character: Haruchiyo Sanzu

tw: mentions of drugs, mention of the word killing, cursing, invalidating feelings, slight angst

genre: angst/fluff (comfort)

It’s been two weeks since you last saw your boyfriend, Haruchiyo Sanzu. The other week he went on an out-of-town business trip together with Bonten, and this week you were so busy dealing with your grumpy supervisor and all other stuff at work. This made it so hard for the both of you to spend some quality time together, calls were impossible due to different time zones, and lately, you haven’t been spending much time at home. The both of you weren’t even able to communicate nor greet each other properly, ‘cause when you’re around he is out, when you’re about to work he’s asleep, and when you’re home he comes in late. So today, as it’s your day off, you decided to surprise your man with a candlelight dinner and watch a movie to chill, cuddle, and feel both of your warm touches on the couch after the hectic weeks.

During the afternoon, you started cooking the foods Sanzu had always liked, though your boyfriend wasn’t known to be a big eater, he sure does eat a lot when the foods are prepared by you. With a one-track thought that Sanzu will finish whatever you put on his plate, you prepared everything from the appetizers, main course, and the desserts deliciously and beautifully plated with all the effort you’ve got. After the dishes, you arranged the dining room into a more romantic scene. Placing a maroon-colored cloth over the tabletop, a candlestick with a dark red candle, a vase with your favorite flower in it, two wine glasses, and utensils and plates laid out in a formal fine-dining setting.

Feeling proud of what you did, you messaged Sanzu about his whereabouts and you only got an answer of, ‘30 more minutes to drive, love.’ You grinned, knowing that he’s a half-hour away, and you’re done with all your preparations. To complete this surprise, you went to your closet looking for clothes to wear. After a few scans, you chose the one that Sanzu bought for you three months ago, his first gift for you after moving in together in your shared penthouse. You glammed up yourself for Sanzu tonight, looking at yourself in the mirror being so sure that your boyfriend will shower you with compliments as it is his acts of love, you’re excited to hear the honey-like words coming out of his mouth and the sweet kisses right after each compliment coming at you like flowing stream.

A few minutes later, the front door of the house clicked and Sanzu made his way in. You ran downstairs to surprise him, but you were welcomed by his cold presence. This made you a little nervous but you shrugged it off and smiled. “Hey, Haru.” you greeted him.

“Where are you going?” he asked, eyeing you from head to toe, his eyes looking at you without any visible interest. “Oh uhm… I just wanted to surprise you. Like a house dinner date? and maybe watch a movie before we sleep? I think it’s a good idea to spend some time together after two weeks of being busy?” you were feeling concerned and a little disappointed about how Sanzu’s been treating you right now.

“Y/n I don’t have time for this. I am tired,” he said, drifting his gaze away from you while he removed his shoes and placed his keys in the key box. “I don’t wanna deal with any of this now,” he said, as he walked past you from a different direction, not even glancing at the visible setup of the dinner table you’ve set in the dining room.

“but I spent time making this.” You whispered to yourself, voice with a hint of annoyance. “And you didn’t even compliment me with my clothes.”

Sanzu was one hell of a hound when it comes to sniffing and hearing, and that’s a fact. So hearing your little whine of annoyance because of his actions, he snapped. He doesn’t like it when people are not being completely direct with him about their issues with him. So hearing those words from you and the way you said those words indirectly towards him, made him so frustrated.

“Hey, Y/n.” he voiced out. So you looked in his direction, eyes full of hope expecting Sanzu to agree to eat dinner with you.

“I never asked any of this, okay? I never asked for a fucking house date or watch a fucking movie before sleeping. I never asked you to cook for fuck’s sake. And your clothes? They’re— I don’t know. I don’t really like it. It looks... unattractive.” his voice sounded so neutral, his eyes growing darker as if it would devour you. You were taken aback by his words, especially with his last word. You have never once thought that Sanzu would say that word to you, yet here he is breaking a little of your confidence that you both build up so hard to make you fully embrace your flaws in the way he accepted and embraced all of you.

“But I’d appreciate it if you’ll eat some love,—“ putting your feelings aside, you tried to make your way in convincing him to eat, but you only got cut off.

“I won’t eat your food! I won’t eat any of them!” he started to shout at you “But Haru, I spent hours making this! I did all of this for you!”

“Do you really think that it’s only for me? c’mon you just did this for yourself. ‘Cause you always wanted to be leading this relationship, controlling me with whatever you only wanted. I never wanted this stupid date tonight. You’re deciding what you only wanted to do around me, what about what I wanted?” you were hurt by what he’s saying. You both know that it’s not true. This relationship isn’t controlled by either of you. You always asked him for permission first, and surprises like this weren’t resulting in you guys fighting. In the first place, Sanzu was very much more into doing surprises than you, aside from compliments, surprising you is his second act of love, and you’re just reciprocating the fun of experiencing surprises to him. You least expected that this would be his reaction to your first ever surprise for him, this is a terrible experience for you and you swore to yourself, you’ll not do this again.

“I don’t even want them. Just— I need space! fuck this!” he moved away when he realized he was too close to you. “I won’t eat it, okay? Eat by yourself, and do whatever you want with the leftovers, either you throw them or feed them to stray cats. I don’t care. Just give me space.” Then he walked away, going up the stairs to your bedroom.

“fine. You know, I’d always get it if you had just told me beforehand you were having a bad day. Guess I was just a nuisance to your high, Sanzu.” you say, volume enough for him to hear you clearly. He stopped for a second before scoffing and slamming the bedroom door.

You knew something was off by how he’s acting up. This little suspicion was confirmed when he walked past, smelling a substance that he promised he won’t be using anymore, but old habits die hard and that promises are meant to be broken. ‘I guess he still couldn’t keep his hands off ‘it’ away.’ you thought.

You’re well aware of the cons of dating a gangster, to put more thrill on that cons of being in the ‘momma I'm in love with a criminal’ type of relationship, your boyfriend’s a no joke as the second of Bonten and a dr*gl*rd at it. You were asked by most of your friends and even your parents about this, since dealing with someone who was under the influence of drugs, especially with one dealing with his withdrawal from it could be a little hard. Like right now, where he has purposely or accidentally consumed one substance that resulted in his nasty treatment of you will test your tolerance and wits in handling the situation. Still, the whole scene made you feel bad that he had broken one promise out of the three he made from you but you chose to stay calm and composed yourself trying to formulate questions to ask Sanzu when he’s not high anymore.

You walked to the kitchen and ate the meals you prepared, alone. Packing up the leftovers carefully in Tupperware and had it hidden in the refrigerator from the pantry. It’s not like you’re trying to hide foods from your boyfriend, it's just you don’t want to rile him up when he sees the ‘unwanted foods’ in the fridge. You wanted to avoid clashing with him, so you prepared the couch as your sleeping pod by using the couch blankets and throw pillows as your company for the night. After finding the most comfortable position to lay, you played a movie of your choice and drifted off to sleep in the first ten minutes of the movie.

—

“Fuck… I’m so hungry…” with a sleepy voice, Sanzu woke and felt his head spinning. “ugh… fucking headache.” he whispered, avoiding to startle ‘you’ who he thought was in bed with him.

“Love, do we still have some Advil?—“ he asked, patting your side of the bed, yet there was nothing. “Y/n” he called, sitting up while he rubbed his eyes. “babe are you in the bathroom?” he continued, but when he was left with no response, he stood up and walked to the bathroom, finding it empty, without you and even the Advil from the medicine box.

“Ugh, maybe they’re downstairs…”

Sanzu made his way downstairs, and the first thing that welcomed him was the sounds from the movie and you who’s sleeping peacefully on the couch. Sanzu smiled at your sleeping form wearing the clothes he knew he bought for you on the first day you lived together. He fished his phone out and took one… two… three and more photos of you sleeping at different angles, before turning the t.v. off and placing the blanket on you nicely.

“I’ll just wake you up after I eat.” Then he left after he kissed your forehead.

Stopping in front of the fridge, he opened it and first grabbed some water. He scanned for any ‘to-be-heated’ food placed in Tupperware yet he found none. He scanned the other fridge beside it but still none. This made him a little confused, he walked back to the living room and lightly shook you asking, “Love, you didn’t cook tonight? You should have told me, I could have gotten us take-outs. Did you eat?” his voice was so quiet yet it woke you up, “Should I order take out?” he asked, but your attitude to let out a scoff with his words, confused him even more.

“I already ate.” you simply answered, sitting up and gathering all the throw pillows to move to the other couch. “You did? Well, where’s mine? I’m so hungry, love.” he said with a little pout on his face. You tried your best not to give in with his little childish act right now. Sanzu’s always been good to touch those guilt in your heart, but this time you decided to push those guilt away. You’ve done nothing wrong, and you’re still upset with everything that had happened earlier.

“I threw it away. You said you don’t want any of it right? So I took your suggestion of throwing it away to the heart.” you said, laying on the couch again, turning your back from him. “W–what? You threw the food away?” he asked, questioning your action. “Yeah, luckily the stray cats appreciated all of it.” you said, emphasizing the words ‘appreciated’

“But–”

“I am tired, Sanzu. I don’t want to make food for you. Order something or walk to the nearest convenience store out there. I’m sleeping. Hope you come down from your high soon.” you said, dismissing him immediately knowing the fact that the tone of his voice would want to make a request from you.

“Y/n… I– what?” he called but you ignored him.

Silence enveloped the room, leaving Sanzu dazed with your words and actions, he couldn’t get the hang of it, ‘did I do something?’ he asked himself and racked his head more with a few questions, then a wave of headaches hit him, giving him the answer that he was looking for. The flashbacks from earlier came into his mind, remembering the exact words he told you and how he dismissed you earlier, how he heard that you knew he had drugs– rather he got drugged at work.

“Fucking shit… babe! I swear I didn’t take any! I was not– no I was. Shit. Y/n? Are you awake?” he rushed to you and tapped your shoulder lightly, but you just shrugged it away. “Please baby, I’m sorry.” he said, his voice full of concern while his touch remained soft, “Please let me explain… I’m sorry.” his voice was shaking a little. “Y/n? Please?” you felt his head rest on your shoulder feeling his deep breaths against your neck.

The resolve you had earlier for not giving in so easily broke down, as much as you hated broken promises, you hate seeing Sanzu break himself for the things he does regret doing, ‘An explanation you say? Fine, I’ll hear it.’ you thought to yourself.

“Okay. Explain.” you sat up and patted the seat next to you, but Sanzu refused. He knelt before you holding both of your hands in his while he looked at you straight in the eyes with hurt and sorry.

“I– I didn’t take it…” he started, “I was with Ran and Rindou when it happened. You can ask them about it. You know, your cousins won't lie to you.” he looked at you with tears forming in his eyes. “We were asked by Mikey to deal with the small gang messing up with Bonten’s name. We hunted them down and found the warehouse where they had been staying. Not only was it their turf but it was also a factory where different substances are used. I hope y–you know that I am trying… I– I tried my best to withdraw because of you. I don’t know if you’ll b–believe me or not, but I fought a guy who threw some powder in my direction.” The tears from his eyes fell in sync, as his breathing started to get heavy. You know he’s trying his best to keep calm in this situation, as Sanzu knew that you were the type of person who disliked people who break promises.

“I swear… I didn’t take it. I was so mad that I—I went and killed… Y/n… I’m scared. Please don’t leave me. Give me a chance to change. I swear I won’t do it again. I did not take it. Believe me, a–accident Y/n… It was an accident…” your boyfriend’s now crying, looking sad and scared. “Believe in me Y/n, I’ll do better–”

“Haru, my love, You’re already doing great, and I believe you.” you cupped his cheek wiped his tears with your thumbs, and kissed his nose. “I believe in you, so you don’t have to be scared that I’d leave you because of that,” you assured him.

“But I broke one of my promises.” he looked at you with his glassy eyes,

“No, you didn’t. You said it, love, it was an accident.” you smiled at him, he looked down feeling guilty by remembering about the fight earlier.

“But you don’t deserve to be treated like that before.” he quietly said, his thumbs circling on the back of your hands.

“I understand that it was the effects of the substance. I know that you never meant anything about anything you said.”

“True! That’s true! I don’t mean any of it, believe me, Y/n.” you nodded, “I know and I know that when you’re sober you won’t say that even over our petty little arguments. I know you better now Haru. I just wanted time for myself earlier to sort things out, ‘cause even if we know you didn’t mean it, it still hurts being called unattractive when I am wearing the clothes you chose yourself, it made me self-doubt a little.” you said, “What did I tell you before? You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in this life, Y/n. You’re even prettier than the moon!” this time Sanzu stood up and showed you his phone. “You’re so breathtaking that I could just die looking at your face!” you chuckled with how funny you think his exaggerations are. You know how Sanzu was before, hearing stories from your cousins about how he is cold, quiet, scary, ruthless, etc., but all of those impressions about him were nothing when you started going out with him. Sanzu's more like a puppy than a boyfriend, and that’s a fact you can only see.

“You’re so attractive! Look I even got it from different angles, and you even changed positions as if you knew you were being captured!” you chuckled about how he sounded like a bragging kid, with a tear-stained face, and glassy eyes that twinkled as if he didn’t cry earlier.

“Did you seriously take this?! Hun, this is too much!” you laughed, holding his phone and swiping the screens, even zooming in some funny ones where your mouth was open, and one where Sanzu took a selfie with your sleeping form.

“You’re so goofy in here, love!” you said, as you zoomed in his cross-eyed face with his tongue out, and a peace sign.

As you looked at his photo with so much love in your eyes, Sanzu felt a little better. Though he still blamed himself for the events before, he was sure that when you said you believed him, you really do. “Don’t leave me y/n,” he whispered, making you stare at the phone. You couldn’t explain how sincere and longing that voice was, but you knew that Sanzu’s really scared about the thought that you can easily walk away from him when you want to. “I love you.” with the same level of sincereness, he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“And I appreciate every single thing you’ve done for me.” he pulled away and held your chin to make you look at him to kiss you. “Thank you, my angel.”

You felt Sanzu’s lips on yours trembling a little and feeling the shakiness of his breath. “I love you too, Haru.” cupping his face with your little hands as your thumbs caressed the scars on his mouth, you kissed him longer this time.

"I promise, I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"As you should."

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rek1s-headband · 4 years

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Break up prank on the sk8 boys

➯ Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Cherry, Joe, Miya and Shadow x gn reader

➯ Warnings: none, just some angst to fluff. Enjoy!

Reki:

He thought it was a joke at first

Like you, he watched his fair share of videos, and had seen the trend going around already

But you weren’t discouraged, you were going to try and make him believe it no matter what

He laughed it off the first time, but after you simply gave him a puzzled look and a “huh?”, he felt his heart pick up significantly. Maybe you weren’t joking??

Instantly he was running back in his mind where he could’ve possibly gone wrong, where he could’ve messed up so badly that you felt the need to leave?

After his nervous laugh died down, he went deadly silent

“You’re serious?”

You were starting to feel awful, like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but you decided to persist

When you nodded your head slowly, you could’ve died when you saw how quickly his face dropped

Even though he had a small smile on his face, you could see the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. He was running a shaky hand through his hair, and when you were ready to take him into your arms, to tell him you were only kidding, he wouldn’t let you get a word in edgeways

A flood of questions was suddenly leaving his moth, all his unvoiced questions coming out in one go. He was holding your hand now in an almost death grip, asking you why you were unhappy, why you wanted to leave

Why he wasn’t good enough for you

That’s all you needed before you were pulling him into your arms, sobbing yourself. This shut him up, he was completely speechless as your tears pooled on his shoulder, telling him you were so sorry, that you were only joking. You just wanted to see him get a little panicky, you never expected the outcome to look like this

As soon as the words left your mouth you saw his shoulders visibly drop, pulling you impossibly closer as he let the last of his tears out. He chuckled shakily, running a hand up your back.

“I thought I lost you for a second there”

That was when you pulled your head out of his shoulder, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling him closer to you. Eyes wide, he simply watched as you declared he could never lose you, that you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck to him like glue, whether he likes it or not

He gave you one last relieved smile, before he was pulling you close again for a desperate kiss. He kissed you like it was the last time he ever would, because now that he’d thought he lost you, he was never going to take anything about you for granted again

Langa:

Was fully convinced you were serious right off the bat

Right as the words “I think we should break up” were leaving your lips, his brain was doing overtime trying to figure put how he hadn’t realised how unhappy you were. Sure, he was kind of bad at reading emotions, but surely he wasn’t so terrible he couldn’t figure out how his own s/o was feeling?

Was he really as bad at communication as people told him he was?

You instantly regretted your decision as you watched his mouth hang open, saw his eyes scrunch slightly as he wrung his hands quietly at his sides

He nodded, and you couldn’t seem to swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes locked on the small tear rolling down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away with a small smile

“If thats what will make you happy”

You couldn’t seem to collect your thoughts as you watched him step closer to you, dropping his head to your level as he grabbed your hand. It was soft, as if he didn’t want to hurt you any more than he thought he had. He stumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones to say. Eventually he just took a deep breath, and looked into your eyes

“Were you really that unhappy?” Your heart broke when you heard the crack in his voice towards the end. “How did I not notice how sad you were?” Tears were falling down his face again and he didn’t even bother wiping them away this time. Suddenly you were shooting forward, grabbing his shoulders as you began to cry

“You’ve never made me unhappy Langa, not once.” You saw his wide eyes stare at you, not even attempting to reply as he watched you continue. “It was a joke, Langa. I wanted to see how you’d react, I didn’t think you’d take it this seriously. Did you really think you made me unhappy? Ive never been happier than when I’m with you-“ you barely got to finish before he was wrapping you in his arms, his grip vicelike. His face was digging into your shoulder, clinging to you as if you’d disappear any second.

His breath was ragged and shaky as he pulled you even closer, making sure there was absolutely no room for you to escape. You ran your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down as he slowly emerged from your shoulder

With a small chuckle, he rubbed the side of your face with his hand, letting his head drop slightly as he let out a sigh of relief

“I really thought I was ignoring my own s/o’s feelings.” You laughed, pulling him into another hug

“If I’m ever upset, I’ll let you know. Just know it wont be for quite a while” you grinned, grabbing his collar to pull him into a kiss. It was sweet, and gentle, and you felt all your previous problems melt away as Langa pulled you closer, smiling into the kiss

Cherry:

You and Kaoru rarely fought, and when you did it was over minor things that were reconciled within a day. So when you were sitting him down, asking if he’d be okay with breaking up, the only thing he could feel was complete confusion.

What happened? You’d always been so happy, never expressing much discontent. And besides, whenever you did it was resolved as soon as possible. What was so different today?

What was making you so unhappy that you felt the relationship was beyond saving?

Or worse, what outside your relationship was making you happier than him?

He kept these thoughts to himself, coughing quietly to try and open up his throat that seemed to be impossibly tight at that moment. He held your hand, stroking it softly and nodding before looking up at you

“Why the sudden change of heart, hm?”

The small smile on Kaoru’s face that was slowly diminishing by the second made you want to melt into the ground. Even when you were asking him to leave, he was still so caring, still so loving. You could only watch, feeling your heart break as he looked at you, his eyes glassy as he quickly plastered the fakest smile you’ve ever seen onto his face

“Well, if you’re unhappy when you’re with me, surely we shouldn’t be together.” He let out a small, breathy laugh that was almost missed by you, if you hadn’t been watching him with such avid horror. “I dont know why you feel you aren’t happy anymore, sweetheart, but I’m glad you realised what you want.” You watched him stand without a word, as you slowly realised that this is real.

He thinks this is real

That was all you needed before you were leaping off the couch, practically turning it over with the force you’d pushed off it. You were shouting his name, grabbing him by the arm and absolutely dragging him to face you. With the sudden turn and shock, you both ended up on the floor as you began to babble, words pouring out of your mouth and tears streaming from your eyes

“Kaoru, of course I’m not unhappy, you always know just how to make me happy, I could never leave you!” You were jumping on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sat up, a hand on your back and the other pulling your hair back from your face, trying to find any trace of a lie on your face

“Are you serous? It was all...” he was speechless. He didn’t realise you would even pull something like that, much less go so far with it

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you sobbed. “I never meant for it to go this far. I just wanted to see you get a little worked up, pull a funny prank, nothing else, i prom-“ you were cut off when Kaoru pushed his lips onto yours, breath shaky as he ran his hand through your hair, as if you were going to disappear any second and he was making sure you were still there

When you finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a small laugh

“Don’t ever pull that shit again”

Joe:

When you first brought it up with him, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Surely you weren’t serious, right?

He kept a smile quirked on his lips, a questioning look in his eyes. Still, you kept a face of steel, as if challenging him to ask if you were joking

As worried as he was, he wasn’t sure you were being serious. Something about it wasn’t..genuine? You looked too straight-faced, your expression staying neutral the whole time as if to not give something away. He was certain he hadn’t done enough to make you this delighted about breaking up, so why were you so unaffected?

The cogs were turning in his brain, all arrows pointing towards one of two directions: either he was a massive dick, or it was a prank

Oh. A prank

Of course, he wasn’t certain, but it would certainly explain quite a bit

So he decided on a plan. It wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do, but if it was a prank, it was a nice way for him to get you back for the little skit you pulled. And if it wasn’t a prank, well, maybe it’ll take the sting away a little

His mouth quickly dropped to a frown, ready to put his plan into action. “Oh yeah? Well, thats a bit of a relief.” He had to try hard to hide his grin when he saw your eyebrows furrow, saw the frown begin to spread across your face. So maybe it was a prank. You could only watch as he continued his speech

“You see, I’ve been thinking about ending things for a while now. There was a girl at S I met a few weeks back, and man, you should’ve seen the eyes she’s been giving me. Anyways, I’ve taken a real liking to her, and Ive been thinking about giving things with her a shot. Of course, now it shouldn’t be a bother, right?”

When he saw your face contort from confusion to anger, he knew he’d fucked up severely. Suddenly you were getting up close to his face, prank forgotten, poking him in the chest as you began to shout

“Are you serious!? After all we’ve been through together, you’re just gonna leave me for some bitch you met a few weeks ago??” You were fuming at this point, while Joe watched you with with a look of mock confusion

“What’s your problem? You were the one who wanted to “break up”, right?” Something about the way he said ‘break up’ made you freeze, looking up at him as you watched a grin begin to form on Joe’s face. That bastard

“You...you asshole!” You were lost for words. He knew this whole time? And instead of enlightening you, he decided to play along? You watched with a blank expression as Joe laughed, pulling you into a hug

“I knew it” he let out a loud laugh, but it almost seemed forced. You pulled away, and when you tried to look at him his eyes seemed to be everywhere but you. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you

“You didn’t think id actually want to break up, did you?” When he simply frowned, pulling his eyes away again you cooed, pulling him into your chest as you stroked his hair, feeling his arms slowly wrap around your waist and hold you close

It’s safe to say the two of you stayed like that for quite a while

Shadow:

When you asked him to break up as a joke, you simply wanted to see if you could piss him off. Hiromi was prone to getting mad at the smallest things, cursing up a storm when he did something as small as mess up his makeup

So when you saw his face break, felt him shrink in on himself as he asked you why, what had he done that made you want to leave, your face was frozen with shock

Now this was completely new. Of course, you knew Hiromi wasn’t just some big angry man, but you didn’t think he’d get this worked up

Brows furrowed, he brought a hand to his forehead as he let out a long breath

“What happened?” Those two words held so much emotion it almost made you break. You didn’t realise how much this would affect him, just how upset it would make him. But here he was, an emotional wreck as he wiped an almost-tear away from the edge of his eye

But soon after, he was stepping close to you, grabbing your hand and looking at you with all the sincerity in the world

“Please, give me another chance. I dont know what I did, but I do know we can fix it. I know we can, please y/n. I cant lose you”

His heartfelt speech was all you needed for the tears to slowly fall from your eyes, Hiromi looking at you with a look of concern, and confusion. You were stepping into his arms, crying silently as he hesitantly put his arms around you, not quite sure what to do. So was that a yes?

You picked your head off his shoulder, not moving from his arms

“Oh, Hiromi” he looked down at you, concern washing over his face once more. “It was only a prank, I’m so sorry.”

Now he wasn’t just upset, but relieved. A bit of anger was in there somewhere, but that could be overlooked for now. He let out a loud laugh, hugging you so tightly you could’ve sworn you felt at least 3 of your ribs break

“And what made you think that was a funny thing to do?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, not letting you out of his death grip. You simply shrugged, burying yourself deeper into his chest. He smiled, his knees practically buckling after the whole ordeal

He held you at arms length, a frown on his face. You felt a twinge of panic, maybe he wouldn’t forgive you?

This thought was quickly forgotten when he barked out a loud laugh. He dropped his face to your level, putting his hands on your shoulders

“Pull something like that again, and I swear you’ll give me a heart attack”

Miya:

Miya has never been one for properly expressing his emotions, so when you walked up to him one day and asked him to break up, he simply frowned. He didn’t let it on, but his world was very quickly caving in around him

Keeping a neutral expression, he sighed and nodded his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak right now

When you gave him a confused look from his lack of a verbal response, he really had to try to not walk out of that room there and then. You break up with him, and then expect him to just take it and walk away with a smile??

When you continued to look at him expectantly, he just let out a breath, turning away from you. “Fine. Whatever. If thats really what you want then so be it” he was kicking himself for being so blunt, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t think, his lungs felt too small, too cramped

And now you were going to leave just like everyone else had

You tried to put your hand on his shoulder, calling his name quietly. He simply shrugged you off, dipping his head so you wouldn’t see the tears that were quickly collecting in his eyes. You’d just dumped him, the last thing he needed was you seeing him cry. You didn’t give up, asking him why he wouldn’t just look at you. Still not facing you, he attempted to talk again

“What more is there to discuss? You want to leave, so go. I’m not going to stop you if its what you want.” The crack in his voice at the end of his sentence broke your heart, and you were quickly turning him around, with more force this time, so he was forced to look you in the eyes

“Do you really think I’d leave that easily? It was a prank, you dumbass.” His head was buzzing with thoughts, why the hell would you do that? So you dont actually want to leave? You’re still gonna stay with him? You-

His thoughts were interrupted by you flicking his forehead. His hands flew to his head, letting out a cry. First you pretend to dump him, and now you have the audacity to flick him?

However, it did serve its purpose of pulling him out of his thoughts, and you were quickly pulling him into a hug while you stroked his hair. Before long you felt your shoulder grow wet with tears, the occasional sniffle leaving him. You laughed, holding him close as you tilted his chin to look at you

“I’m not going anywhere, as much as you might like me to. You’re stuck with me for a while longer, Miya Chinen.” He looked away from you, clicking his teeth

“Shut up..” he was mumbling, but there was so mistaking how hard he was gripping your clothes, as if you might try to leave again. But like you said, you weren’t going anywhere for quite some time

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bellesowl · 4 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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lovely-angst · 3 years

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 2/2

Summary: Your arranged marriage to Anthony seems fine, until it doesn’t.

Warnings: marriage, implied sex, angst-ish, fluff, pregnancy, crying, if you notice anything else let me know :)

Word count: 2.5k

The season passed in a blur with countless flowers and conversations that filled you with expectations about your marriage to the Viscount, you truly felt like love was around the corner for both of you and it was a matter of time for that corner to be turned. He was everything you had expected and more, you could tell he was wary about letting you in but didn’t want to push him so you let him open himself to you at his own pace. The had been some stolen looks, kisses on your knuckles that had lasted a little longer than they should and hand a bit lower than what was acceptable when you danced. To say the courting had been successful was the understatement of the season in your opinion, by the time the wedding day came you were counting down the minutes before you finally became Lady (y/n) Bridgeton.

Your wedding ceremony was short and the carriage ride to Anthony’s bachelor townhouse was even shorter. The wedding night had come with a surprisingly low amount of events, your virginity had been taken the sweetest of ways, with many kisses and whispered promises of pleasure that came true. By the end of the day, you were as happy as can be, laying on your husband's chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing down and smelling the sweet vanilla scent of his skin.

When you woke up the next morning the bed was empty and he had already left to work in his study back in the main Bridgerton home. He didn’t return until late in the evening and you were waiting for him so you could have dinner together.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said while taking a sip of his wine.

“It’s nothing, I like that we are finally spending some time together”

Anthony just nodded and continued eating in silence.

“How was your day?” You pushed for conversation, you had been alone all day and could really use some conversation with someone different than your maid, who was terrified of speaking freely.

“It was busy” he answered simply “how was your day?” He asked after seeing the face you made at his short answer.

“It was also very busy, I reorganized the books in the library, had the kitchen staff do an inventory on the pantry, and send the maids to the market to get some flowers for the table tops” you narrated proudly, hoping he might appreciate the way you ran the home.

“Good to see you’re settling in, darling” his small praise made you smile a little.

“You don’t mind that I changed some things?” You asked somewhat concerned by his silence.

“It is your home, you’re free to do whatever you please with it,” he said dismissively.

“It’s our home, Anthony, I want to make it perfect for you too”

After dinner, he walked you to the bedroom and after a couple of heated kisses you fell in his arms once again, the pleasure he gave you was addictive. Despite his cold attitude towards you in other aspects of your life, it was in the bedroom where you felt hopeful for a future where you both might learn to truly love each other, and then he would sneak out every morning making you feel like a worthless whore.

And so your days continued like this, every night was filled with passion and every day was lonely. You couldn’t even go to the Bridgerton home, you had been taught that a married lady was not to go out without her husband, so your heart slowly filled with sadness as you spent day after day alone in the townhouse. Anthony was none the wiser because he simply thought you enjoyed being by yourself, so it never occurred to him to invite you to his family’s home or anywhere else.

A month into your marriage you found out you were with child. You were extremely happy and Anthony had shown himself to be happy as well, but then that night he didn’t come home for dinner and didn’t make an appearance in your bedroom. He was more and more distant until four months had passed and he disappeared for two full weeks before you saw him again.

It was on the day of your birthday, and he had only gone to your room because the butler told him you had been very sick that day. When he entered the room he found you seating on the bed hugging your knees close to your chest, your eyes puffy from crying and silent tears still streaming down your face. You weren’t upset he had forgotten your birthday, you had never celebrated it so it didn’t matter he didn’t remember it.

“What happened? Is everything well? Is the baby-“

“Your child is quite well, Lord Bridgerton” you interrupted in the coldest tone he had ever heard from you “to what do I owe this joyous visit?”

“I apologize for my absence, I have been very busy” he answered measly.

“I figured out that much, husband” the word was said with venom.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked offended, you had never treated him so coldly.

“I am upset with myself” you started with a pained chuckle “I don’t need you to try and comfort me because you did nothing wrong, that is the reason for my anger” a small sob escaped your lips “I was taught to be a good wife, that my only job was to give my husband heirs and to keep the house running and I understood that and I didn’t fight it because at least I would have children to fill my life with love and a husband who at the very least would acknowledge me and my efforts”

“I-“

“I don’t want you to feel like you should change or apologize, this is not your fault, I feel miserable because I filled my heart with hopes and dreams of love but that’s just not how life is, at least not mine” you harshly wiped your eyes before finishing “I understand my place now, I’m nothing but a child-bearer for you and that’s fine because you didn’t even pick me in the first place” you got up from bed and opened the door for him “please leave me alone, I will be fine”

“I can’t just leave you here alone, have you even eaten today? In your condition-“

“Your child is perfectly well, my lord” your tone had turned icy once again “please go, I am tired and want to rest”

Unable to do anything else, Anthony left the room and went back to his family’s home. His mother had insisted for him to take you there that night, but seeing your state he didn’t even bother asking if you wanted to go. When he got there he was surprised to see the dining room fully decorated, his whole family dressed in their best clothes, even Daphne and Simon had paid a visit.

“Where is (y/n)?” Asked Violet.

“She’s not feeling very well” answered Anthony looking at the table that was filled with all his wife’s favorite food “What is happening? Why are you all here dressed as if you are attending a ball?”

“Anthony, please for the love of God almighty, tell me you didn’t forget your wife’s birthday!” Violet couldn’t keep his composure, how could Anthony be so clueless.

“I-I’ve been so busy lately supervising the building of the new house, it didn’t even occur to me that it was her birthday” Anthony felt terrible, as he should.

“It’s bad enough she doesn’t like us, son” Violet sighed, seating on the table “And now she thinks we don’t care for her birthday”

“Where did you get that idea, mother?” Daphne couldn’t help but ask “When she writes to us she says wonderful things about our family”

“Then why hasn’t she visited since the wedding?” This time it was Colin asking “Mother sent a tea invitation shortly after they got married and she never showed up, sent a poor letter apologizing but did not explain why she didn’t show”

“I might have an explanation for that” Simon spoke up “My aunt was a terribly strict mother, taught her that a wife was nothing more than a child-bearer and had no liberties like men do, for example: going out unaccompanied”

“Has she been out of the house since you married, brother?” asked Eloise, turning to face Anthony who was still frozen at the doorstep.

“I don’t believe so” he entered the room and sat defeated “I just thought she enjoyed being at home by herself, god!” he rubbed his hands down his face.

“I can’t believe it, the poor thing” lamented Violet.

“She hasn’t left the house in almost half a year” concluded Benedict.

“And here we were, refusing to visit thinking she had rejected mother,” said Colin.

“I would like to clarify, I never agreed with losing contact with her over one missed invitation” added Eloise, gaining the glares of everyone present.

“It matters not what we thought nor does it matter what has happened in the past” began Violet “right now I want you to go pick her up and bring her here, she deserves to be celebrated, especially after everything we put her through,” she told her eldest child, pushing him to stand and go to the door.

Anthony mounted the carriage and urged the coachman to hurry home and as soon as he got there he ran up the stairs to your room and burst through the door, jolting you awake.

“I am so sorry, love,” ha said kneeling on your bedside “I never knew you didn’t leave the house because you thought you couldn’t, you are free to do as you please, darling” he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles “I didn’t mean to make you feel trapped in your own home, and I am sorry if you felt like I abandoned you” he caressed your face and wiped some tears that had fallen without your notice.

“You did abandon us,” you said, trying to pull your hand from his grasp with your other hand protecting your belly.

“I was merely supervising the building of our new home, I was hoping I could surprise you before the baby arrived” he explained, now seating by your side “I can’t possibly ask my family to leave their home but I know how much you love that house, and so I chose to build a similar one not too far from here”

“You are building me a house?” You asked incredulously, hardly anything could justify his absence but this was in fact a reasonable explanation.

“Yes, love” he once again caressed your face “A home for our family” at that your eyes filled with tears, this time from happiness.

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying with your face buried in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and shushing you softly to calm down your cries. You spent a while holding each other until he suddenly broke you two apart, remembering his family that was still waiting for you both to show up.

“My beautiful wife, I must take you out of the comforts of your bed” he began, apologetic “My family is expecting you in their home to celebrate your birthday with a lavish dinner”

“Heavens! You should’ve started with that” you ran to your door and called out for your maid “I don’t think I have a dress for such occasion, non that would fit me now, that’s certain”

You opened your trunk and began taking out your chemise and all other items you had to wear under your dress in such cold weather. You took off your nightgown not caring Anthony was there, he had seen it all before, after you had put on your chemise your maid ran in and help you put on the rest of your garments and helped you squeeze your small baby bump in the dress you had worn for one of the first balls you attended when Anthony was courting you. She put your hair in a quick updo and even managed to coerce Anthony into putting on your stockings and your shoes while she did your hair. With all that rush and hard work, you managed to be ready in under an hour and still made it to the dinner at a reasonable hour (half past 9 is reasonable, right?).

At the Bridgerton home, you were welcomed with warm embraces and merry wishes on your special day. You all sat around the table and ate the feast that had sadly grown cold. Colin didn’t seem to mind as he devoured everything in sight, prompting Violet to chastise him softly. You, however, ate small bites because the pregnancy had caused your stomach to be upset easily and you didn’t wish to offend anyone by running out of the room to empty your stomach. Anthony watched you eat and held your hand atop the table, smiling as he watched you laugh and converse with his family.

“Is the food not good enough?” Asked Violet seeing your plate almost full.

“It is just perfect, my stomach has just been iffy since the start of the pregnancy” you answered smiling apologetically, Anthony choked on his wine because he realized at that very moment that he had forgotten to tell his family about your condition.

“You’re with child? Those are wonderful news!” Exclaimed Violet with a large smile “When did you found out?”

“Four months ago” you turned to glare at Anthony “I assumed your son had told you”

“How could you conceal such joyous information from your mother?” Violet then noticed her eldest daughter had become quiet, as well as her husband “Did you know, Daphne?”

“I was aware of it, yes” Daphne admitted ashamed “I too assumed Anthony had told you”

“You assumed my eldest son had told me about his wife’s pregnancy and I had decided not to mention any of it in our letters?”

“I-I’m, yes?” Benedict and Colin snorted with laughter hearing their sister’s answer.

Violet only shook her head with a small smile, her children were truly a wonder. Anthony was nervous that you’d get mad at him for not telling them, but one look at your laughing face told him he didn’t need to worry.

Later that evening you both laid in bed after yet another passion-filled encounter, your breathing slow and even making Anthony think you were asleep. He was caressing your naked back with feather-like touches, kissing your sweaty forehead every few minutes.

“I love you” you sighed, kissing his chest “You need not feel the same, I just want you to know how I feel”

He took a shaky breath before answering.

“I also am in love with you, darling” he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head so you’d look at him “sometimes I’m scared of just how much I love you” he kissed you slow and deep, pouring all his love into the action.

The kiss was unlike any other you had shared before, this one was full of promise and hope. It filled you with love and certainty, you were now sure that no matter how difficult the road to Anthony’s heart had been, even if you didn’t want it at first, it had all been worth it.

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iwadori · 3 years

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Getting hurt in argument PT 1 (Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)

hi!! so can i request a hurt to comfort with iwaizumi, tsukishima and any character that you want ? i saw you had reblogged a prompt list so you could us 18 for inspiration! @sheiscalling

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Tsukishima:

You and Tsukishima just moved in with each other a few days ago

Sharing a house has kind of put you at odds

As getting used to each others habits takes a while to get used too

You just hope that after a while things will go back to usual

Tsukishima has been conveniently busy since you guys moved in together, claiming he has to practice more since the Sendai Frogs have a supposed upcoming tournament.

So he’s left you to your own devices unpacking boxes, picking out and buying furniture whilst working from home. Today’s task is choosing the wallpaper, which you wanted to ask Tsukishima’s opinion on (since he’s always been judgmental of certain colours, patterns and prints.)

Y/N: Hey Tsukki! You coming to *insert store that sells wallpapers here* today… it closes at 5pm??

Kei: Yhh practices finishes at 1 so I’ll probably run some errands get changed and meet you there for 3

Y/N: Okay! See you then <3

You were ecstatic, Tsukishima is finally going to do something for your new place and on the plus you get to spend time together. Maybe you’ll get to go to that new desert place across the road from your house.

2:45PM

You decide to get there a tad bit early so you can have a few options picked out (as you know how detailed and picky Kei can be.) As you picked out paints and swatches you noticed how time went by…

3:14PM

Surprised that Kei isn’t here right on the dot (since he despises lateness and on many occasion have reprimanded you when you’ve been just a tiny bit late) but just assume he’s stuck in traffic or something.

3:32

You’re still standing outside waiting, getting a tiny bit embarrassed of the looks of the passer-by strangers as if they could tell you’re desperately waiting for someone. You checked your phone, expecting a message from Kei explaining his lateness or saying he’lll be there soon.

4:00

He’s now an hour late, with no contact at all which got you frustrated as you really hoped that he would do at least one thing for you today. So you decided to go and choose what YOU want since it seems that Kei doesn’t seem to really care.

5:15

After nearly emptying the store with all your choices and additional furniture picks you finally make it back home with still NO word from Kei. You are completely over it! But he is now the least of your worries, now your current agenda is unpacking plates and cutlery (so you and Tsuki actually have something to eat of off and that’s if he ever joins you for dinner)

You’re washing and polish plates as you hear your front door open and shut with a slight slam. “Ugh practice was draining today” he said, tired

You did not acknowledge his presence at all, you were beyond agitated that he made plans with you and then didn’t show up AND THEN didn’t even make sure the first thing he did was apologise. “Babe, whats for dinner” He asked entering the living room.

AN: Btw you have like a open kitchen type of thing so you can see the kitchen and the living room in the same room if that makes sense ://

You still ignored him, washing your plates annoyance slowly but surely building up inside of you the more he spoke “Y/N, did you hear me i asked what was fo-” Tsukishima stopped his words as he saw all the stuff you’ve bought for the house and before realising that he blew off your plans together he says,

“Y/N.. what the fuck is this shit”

That made you take a pause, and freeze ‘That is all he’s worried about’ you think. As you’re still ignoring him and he’s wondering why you decided to buy all this ‘crap’ (in his words not yours) he picks up one of the wallpaper designs and brings it to you.

“Y/N you really think we’re putting this shit on the walls..?” He asked

You still ignore him, scrubbing harder and harder on the same plate you’ve been washing since he’s got here ( you definitely know it’s clean by now but who cares )”Y/N, are you listening to me” He then grabs your shoulders turning him to face you “Why the fuck would you buy this??”

By now you were raged, “Is that ALL you care about!” You shout “You don’t care how I’ve been slaving away getting this place, our NEW place ready for us to live in but you don’t care you’re so self obsessed that all you’ve been doing is going to practice and complaining!”

He was about to speak before you stopped him again “Oh and by the way if you’ve got a problem with my choices for our walls then maybe YOU should’ve been at the store at the time we agreed upon! You dick.” after saying this his lips part in surprise, as he now remembers the promise he made you.

You turn your body back to the sink, tears filling your eyes as you go back to ferociously scrubbing the plate again.

“Y/N I’m sorry I-” He starts

“Oh shut the fuck up Tsukishima” You say a bit to agressively slamming your hands (and the plate) down on the counter, cutting your hand in the process

“Shit” You say as blood starts to seep through your hand well there goes the clean plate you get a towel and hold it against your hand stopping the blood for a short while and you bend down to start picking up the plate remains as Tsukishima just stands there not really knowing what to say or do.

“Y/N i’m sorry about EVERYTHING” he says bending down to your level as you still pick up the plate remains. “What can I do to make this all better?”

“Just fuck off Tsuki” You say bitterly not looking him in the eyes

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay” he says grabbing your wrist softly to stop you from further injury “Just come sit down so i can atleast bandage your hands”

You finally look up at him, tears still in your eyes but you silently agree getting up and letting him lead you to the couch. He bandages you up, not saying a word as your sniffles and whimpers fill the quiteness in the room.

“Y/N. I am really truly sorry I-” He says

“Why don’t you care anymore?” You interrupt tears now streaming down your face “I know i can be overbearing at times, but I just wanted you to be excited about moving in with me as I was about you. Do you not want to live with me anymore” you cried

“I’m sorry i’ve been so busy it’s just practice and tournaments and … I was kind of nervous about moving in with you I just love you so much and I don’t want to mess anything up” he said “And I’m sorry about not coming to the store I just got tired up with practice and I’m just really sorry Y/N”

He goes over to the things you’ve bought and picks up one of the paint colours you chose (your favourite option) “This is beatiful Y/N you have such a great taste and I like anything that you like to be honest.”

He stares at you for a response as he noticed your tears have stopped running, which is a good sign. “I just want you to be more involved and show that you care about me about us “ you say

“I will and I do.. I always do” He said pulling you into a hug

“I love you Kei” You say into his chest

“I love you too”

You spend the rest of your night unpacking plates, putting up wallpaper, painting walls and putting up furniture ending up on the couch with two slices of strawberry shortcake from the bakery across the street watching an episode of *insert your favourite TV show here* in your new place which you can finally call a home.

Iwaizumi:

You and Iwaizumi have been dating since highschool

You’ve had a past with anger issues but that was all sorted before you met Iwa

You’re very hard working and sometimes overworking but you have Iwa to always make sure you’re not too hard on yourself

You play volleyball just like your boyfriend, being the captain of your team is your pride and joy but sometimes you are way too hard on yourself trying to reach perfection.

You’re in the gym way past normal hours setting to yourself against the wall with sweat dripping down your forehead breathing slightly more than usual

‘5 more minutes’ you think to yourself knowing damn well it’s going to be more than 5 minutes but you just have to perfect your form then you can stop.

You stop for a small water break and also to check your phone seeing 5+ messages from your lovely boyfriend Hajime

Haji: Y/N how was your day

Haji: What do you want for dinner

Haji: I think we should get chinese

Haji: Y/N… you alive

Haji: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeffhpeE/

Haji: I just ran into *Insert Best friends name* and she told me you were last seen at practice I hope you’re not in the gym Y/N

Haji: I’m coming to the gym… you better not be there

By the time you start going back to set against the wall you look up to see a semi mad Hajime at the doors of the gym..

“Y/N.. I thought you said you wasn’t going to keep overworking yourself this term” He said slowly approaching you

“Just” set “Gotta” set “Fix” set “My” set “Form”

“Your set is fine babe, it’s perfect … you’re perfect” he says reaching out to touch you

“Well I guess perfect isn’t good enough then” you mumble

“Y/N that’s not what I meant” He responds touching your shoulder

Out of reflex, your hand flicks to his face your nail (which are amazingly sharp and long) catches him on his cheek causing a petite cut to now appear and small amounts of blood to come out of it. You both are frozen shocked at what just happened, you never meant to touch him like that at all.

You quickly rush to your stuff leaving your volleyball in the gym running out the doors. How could you be so horrible, hitting your boyfriend in the face after doing so much work getting over all your anger issues. ‘Hes going to hate you now’ you think.

You stop at a bench trying to clear your head, crying softly to yourself worrying now about your relationship with Haji and where it stands now. Without you noticing, Iwaizumi sits down next to you, waiting for you to compose your self before speaking.

“I know you didn’t mean it Y/N” he said pulling you under his arm

“Iwa, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to stay late in the gym it’s just that we have a competition next week and last time we lost because of me and I just … wanted it all to be perfect “ You said sniffling you look up at him and see the cut on his face that you caused making you even more upset “I am really sorry, I understand that you probably want to break up with me for hurting you which is completely valid”

You don’t want him to confirm your suspicions of him breaking up with you, so you abruptly stand up getting reading to move onwards again before he grabs your wrist “you’re not leaving till I know you’re okay” he says

which makes you laugh a bit “It’s crazy that I’m the one that messed up, yet you’re worrying about me”

“Well that’s my job Y/N, I always worry about you when you’re overworking yourself and being hard on yourself it’s not good” he said “accidents happen, I know you didn’t intend on me getting hurt and I know you’re going to do great in the upcoming game babe dont worry”

A week later, all was forgotten Iwa’s cheek healed quickly and he never blamed you for it all and reminded you that it wasn’t your fault whenever it seemed you felt bad about it.

You’re now playing your volleyball game Iwa in the stands cheering you on as loud as he could and of course you were doing your best because in Hajime’s words you are perfect.

AN:Thank you so much for my first request I hope you like it. I’m not really a fan of the Iwa one but the tsuki one i like the way it went even though I was meant to add a third character but got too tired. But thank for the request keep them coming!!

#haikyu x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyu angst #haikyuu x reader comfort #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu-fluff #haikyu #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima angst #haikyu scenarios #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyu requests #submission #signedwithane😌

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Spring Will Come Again

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook

Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it

Word Count— ~10.9k

Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?

A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~

It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason.

The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music.

You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight.

You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery?

As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town.

You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.

You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same.

Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you.

“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.

“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.

Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire.

“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.

You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist.

“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.

“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.

“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.

The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.

One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them.

It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you.

As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay.

“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.

“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”

And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery.

Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little.

“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.

“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.

“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.

“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.

“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.

“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”

“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react.

“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created.

“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.

“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out.

The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter.

“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.

Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in.

However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.

The man jumped back, startled.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.

It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier.

“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.

“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What’s the best thing here?”

“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in.

“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.

“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.

“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”

“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.

“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.

“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.

“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.

You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.

“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.

“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.

“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.

“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.

“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Kind of,” he whispered back.

“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.

“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.

“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”

“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.

“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.

“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.

“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”

“____. Yours?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.

“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”

“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.

“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.

“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained.

“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.

“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.

You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe.

Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.

“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.

“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.

“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.

“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.

“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.

“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom.

“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.

Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.

“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.

“Sweet,” he beamed.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out.

Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something.

“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer.

“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.

“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.

“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.

“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.

“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.

“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.

“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.

“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.

Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another.

“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.

Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.

“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”

“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.

“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.

“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned.

“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket.

You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.

“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.

“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.

It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change.

“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.

“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded.

“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.

An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.

“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.

“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.

“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.

“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.

“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted.

“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.

“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered.

“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.

“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.

“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck.

“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.

“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.

“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him.

“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.

“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm.

“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.

The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world.

“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.

“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.

“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.

“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.

“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.

At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person.

“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.

“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.

“Act natural!”

“How do I do that?”

“Naturally!”

His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.

“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.

His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him.

“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.

“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.

You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts.

“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.

“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.

“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.

“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.

“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth.

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.

“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief.

You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.

“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger.

Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.

Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook.

“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.

Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.

He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.

“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.

“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat.

“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.

“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.

“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up.

“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered.

“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.

You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking.

The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic.

“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.

“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”

“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.

All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.

“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.

“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped.

You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night.

Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.

“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.

“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.

The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.

“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.

“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.

“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”

“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.

“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.

Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you.

“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly.

“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it.

Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.

He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well.

“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.

You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.

You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours.

Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.

He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.

“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.

“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.

“Too much?” he tilted his head.

“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh.

All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night.

Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods.

After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”

You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall.

One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.

“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.

Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.

“What?” you cocked your head.

He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”

You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.

Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.

After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.

“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.

“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.

It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing.

“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.

He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own.

Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.

“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.

“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.

Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.

“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.

“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed.

“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered.

He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him.

“Ready?” you asked.

Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn’t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.

From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.

You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened.

“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.

You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top.

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.

Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.

“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.

Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you.

“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.

“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.

With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with.

He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.

“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.

“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”

“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”

“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.

“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.

“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”

“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.

“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.

“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.

You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more.

Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products.

You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world.

Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook.

It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating.

These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him.

You watched snow fall outside when you got a call.

“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.

“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.

“Umm… Italy?”

“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.

“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.

“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.

Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that.

Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world?

You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.

“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.

You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.

“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.

“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad.

Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him.

“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.

“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly.

“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.

Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.

Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end.

“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest.

“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief.

He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.

Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth.

“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully.

Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered.

His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.

“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.

“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed.

You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.

You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact. Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.

“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.

“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving.

“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders.

He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved.

He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.

“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.

“Please do,” you nodded.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings.

Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy.

“_____,” he whispered softly.

“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed.

“Come with me.”

“What?” your eyes shot open.

“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead.

His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him.

“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.

“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”

“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.

“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.

“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back.

“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.

“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.

“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.

“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted.

“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.

Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.

“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.

“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him.

You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape.

He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”

“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.

It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life.

Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known.

Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared.

You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.

“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.

“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.

‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile.

“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.

“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock.

“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”

You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar…

“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.

“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.

“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.

“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.

“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”

You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery.

“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head.

“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.

“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.

“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly.

“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”

You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.

“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.

“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”

“But what about my parents--”

“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.

“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.

“You knew?” you were bewildered.

“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.

“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said.

“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.

“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear.

“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.

“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened.

“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store.

Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.

He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come.

As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world.

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False Soulmates

summary: you fantasized about meeting your soulmate all the time when you were a kid, but when you finally meet him you begin to think having a soulmate isn't all that it's cut out to be

pairing: oikawa x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

genre: angst to fluff

word count: 3.7k

a/n: It's my birthday! I turned 21 which means I can now legally do basically anything. It also mans this is the last fic for the seven days up until my birthday.

Everyone in the world is born with a soulmate, their other half. When you speak your first words the first words your soulmate says to you appear on you. Some people can go their whole lives without meeting theirs. They don’t search or they’re on the other side of the world. For some people this is okay and they simply marry someone else. You don’t need your soulmate to live a happy life. However, life is better with your soulmate. It’s the person who was made to understand and accept everything about you. Life wasn’t picture perfect, soulmates still fought. It was just better.

Ever since your parents explained to you what the words on your ribs meant you couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate. You fantasized about it everyday, what they would look like or act like. You were constantly daydreaming about the day you’d meet the person who said those words that were permanently etched into your skin. Of course you hoped you’d have easier words than “hey cutie” but at least you knew he thought you were cute. Now you were just hoping you didn’t say something stupid in return.

It was your first year at Aoba Johsai when you unfortunately met your soulmate. Where you learned he greeted nearly everyone with “hey cutie” and before you could respond he was whisked away by his best friend. It was your first year when you learned your soulmate was Oikawa Toru and it was your first year when you learned some people will do anything to be with whoever they want.

You overheard girls constantly going up to Oikawa claiming to be his soulmate and you constantly heard him tell them that they weren’t. You hated having the locker across from his. He got notes from girls who said that he was their soulmate but they were too shy to tell him in person. He got people trying to guess what his soulmate's first words were. You hated having a locker across from him because you overheard him tell Iwaizumi that he was tired of people pretending they were his soulmate.

It was your second year when you finally worked up the courage to talk to Oikawa and it was your second year when you learned you hated your soulmate. You walked up to the locker ready to explain that you were his soulmate and you were too scared to tell him when he yelled at you. Before you could get a word out he was telling you to go away.

It was after school and you stayed late in the library to tutor someone in your class. You went to your locker and saw Oikawa at this locker with his friends. You figured now would be the best time since it was just the five of you and the school was empty. You took a deep breath and took the three steps across the hallway to Oikawa’s locker. You were about to speak when he beat you to it. “Could you stop? God I am so tired of all of you pretending to be my soulmate when you’re not. Do you know how hard that makes it for me? You’re all so annoying just leave me alone.” You stood there as he yelled at you for trying to talk to him. You stood there as you felt your heart breaking when you barely even knew Oikawa. When he was done speaking you just turned and walked away as you felt tears streaming down your face.

It was the next day at school when Oikawa apologized to you for yelling at you. You just nodded and walked away, still too embarrassed to talk to him. It was a few weeks later when he started dating the volleyball team manager. That was when you had to listen to your soulmate talk about how he finally found his “soulmate”. You listened as he talked about his “soulmate” to his friends and about how amazing she was. You watched as she went up to Oikawa and pretended to be someone she wasn’t. You thought your soulmate yelling at you was the worst thing that could happen to you, but you were wrong.

It was a month after Oikawa had started dating her when you rounded the corner to the exit of the school and heard his girlfriend talking to her friends. You felt bad as you eavesdropped but the guilt you felt was quickly overtaken with anger. “We know he’s not your soulmate, so how’d you get him to believe you were?” One of her friends asked. “Well at practice one day I saw his soulmate mark. So I just went up to him and said it. Easy as that, he didn’t really question it since we’ve never spoken prior to that.”

“So you lied to him? How considerate of you. How long do you think you can keep that up?” You asked, turning the corner. “However long I want. It’s not like you’re going to tell him.” She scoffed and walked away leaving you in the hallway. You thought about as you walked home, you may not be on the best terms with Oikawa due to the fact he unknowingly ripped out your heart and stomped on it; but you also couldn’t let this girl pretend to be his soulmate. So you decided you would tell him.

The next day at school you went to tell Oikawa about what you heard yesterday, however, when you went to go talk to him he walked away from you. You thought he just didn’t see you so you figured you’d try again later, but he walked away from you again and again, and again. Every time you tried to talk to him he avoided you. You eventually found Iwaizumi and decided to tell him in hopes he would pass the message onto Oikawa.

“Iwaizumi, can I talk to you for a second?” He turned around as you approached him with the question. “Oikawa’s girlfriend isn’t his soulmate.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, mumbling whatever and turned around. You ran in front of him preventing him from moving , “I’m being serious. I don’t know how or when but at some point she saw his soulmate words and used them to make it seem like she was his soulmate. I heard her tell her friends yesterday.”

“Look Y/n,” he started off with a sigh, “She told us you were going to try to split them up. We didn’t really believe her at first, but you just proved her point. I don’t know what motive you have for doing this but you should really stop. First you tried to pretend like you were his soulmate and now you’re claiming his actual soulmate is lying about it? Just leave him alone.” He finished walking around you.

You turned around as frustrated tears started welling up in your eyes, “I am his soulmate asshole! You both are jerks, I don’t want him as my soulmate anyway. Wish him luck for me.” He turned around looking shocked at how genuine you sounded and how hurt you looked. He started saying your name before you cut him off, “Forget it Iwaizumi, he clearly doesn’t want me as his either.” You walked away leaving Iwaizumi with more doubts than what he started with.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa were hanging out at Iwaizumi’s house studying when Iwaizumi brought you up, “Y/n stopped me at school today.” He said testing the waters. “Oh yeah? What’d they say?” Oikawa responded, bored with the conversation already. “They said that they overheard Himari say she wasn’t your soulmate. That she saw your soulmate words and that’s how she knew what to say.” Iwaizumi stopped studying and looked up at Oikawa who paused what he was writing before rolling his eyes and continuing his homework.

“That doesn’t make any sense, besides Himi said they would try and break us up. What would she gain out of pretending to be my soulmate anyway?” Oikawa mumbled. Iwaizumi thought for a second before remembering the hurt look on your face and the sound of your voice. “Y/n also said that they were your soulmate, and before you say anything you didn’t hear their voice or the look on their face. They were really hurt.

Oikawa sighed, setting his pencil down and looking at Iwaizumi annoyed, “I don’t know why we’re still talking about this. Himi said this was going to happen and it did. This also isn’t the first time Y/n tried to claim to be my soulmate. Now drop it, please.” Iwaizumi shut up for the remainder of the time.

It was your third year and Oikawa was still dating Himari, Iwaizumi never brought you up again but ever since you talked to him something about her never sat right with him. Iwaizumi had a few conversations with you since then but never brought it up to you either. You were sitting behind the school eating lunch when Iwaizumi sat down next to you, “Show me your soulmate mark.” You whipped your head towards him in confusion mumbling “what?” with a mouthful of food. “Show me your soulmate mark.” He repeated and you slowly finished the bite you were chewing, still confused. “What? Why?”

“Ever since you talked to me last year about Oikawa and Himari something never sat right with me. So show me your soulmate’s first words said to you and I’ll try and help you.” He sighed while rubbing his face. The past year had been tiring for him, he brought you up one other time to Oikawa and Himari both, but as soon as Himari started crying Oikawa snapped. “Uhm no thanks, I can tell you what it says but I’m not lifting up my shirt to show you it.” You weren’t about to lift up your shirt just to maybe prove a point. Nothing is solidified unless you actually say something to Oikawa and you doubt that’s happening anytime soon.

Iwaizumi nodded, agreeing to your terms. “It says “hey cutie” but Oikawa says that to everyone. We won’t know if it is Oikawa unless I say something to him first anyway. For all we know someone else might say that to me. I don’t even know if I want your help anyway. They seem happy just let them be, they clearly deserve each other. Maybe the universe made a mistake.” You said and returned to eating your food.

Iwaizumi leaned back against the building thinking. He’s never seen Himari’s soulmate mark but he’s seen Oikawa’s. It was in the same place as yours so he’s not sure when Himari would’ve seen it. All he knows is Himari started being the volleyball team manager as one of Oikawa’s fangirls and never spoke to Oikawa, then she just randomly walked up and talked to him. It didn’t sit right with Iwaizumi and no matter how many times Oikawa said he was happy he finally found his soulmate he never actually seemed happy.

He was about to say something when someone beat him to it. “Seriously? Are you still trying to convince Iwa that you’re my soulmate Y/n? This is starting to get pathetic and you Iwa? Are you actually entertaining this? Come on Iwa-chan, let's go.” Oikawa said, hands crossed scowling at the both of you. “How do you know they’re lying? Have you seen Himari’s soulmate mark?” Iwaizumi asked, not moving from his spot next to you on the ground. Oikawa thought for a second furrowing his eyebrows and unfurrowing them, “No but what does that have to do with anything? Are you accusing my girlfriend of lying to me? I believe Himi, she said the words that have been on me for years. It's not like it’s a coincidence.”

“How do you know Y/n’s lying? You’ve never let them say a word to you. You’ve only ever yelled at them.” Iwaizumi got up from his place on the ground defending you. You aren’t the closest or anything but after the few conversations he’s had with you, he would still consider you a friend. He liked you a whole hell of a lot more than he liked Himari that’s for sure. You got up from your place on the ground and tugged on Iwaizumi’s sleeve. “Just let it go, I don’t care anymore.” You said as he turned his head to look at you.

“No you wanna prove you’re my soulmate so bad, go ahead prove it. Say your first words to me and we can move along and I can go find Himari and continue my life. You can finally leave me alone.” Oikawa said, walking closer to you and Iwaizumi. You shook your head fed up with it already. Even if he found out you weren’t sure you wanted him to be your soulmate anyway with all that he’s put you through. Every time Oikawa opened his mouth you seemed to get more angry with him. He was still talking when you cut him off, “Fine, I’m your soulmate you asshole! Are you happy now?!”

You didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything as you stormed off. After three years of knowing Oikawa was your soulmate he finally wanted to hear you out. You couldn’t believe the nerve of him or Himari. You still don’t know why she faked being his soulmate, his fangirls are just desperate you guessed. As you walked into classes now significantly more pissed off than you were before lunch, Oikawa and Iwaizumi were talking behind the school.

“Did you tell them?” Oikawa asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’re ridiculous of course I didn’t tell them, you really think I’d do that? Besides, they sounded a lot more believable saying that then Himari did last year.” Oikawa sat on the ground leaning against the school with his head in his hands. “I’m still having a hard time believing it, I mean why would Himari do that? Oh god I was a jerk to my soulmate for two years. And they didn’t say anything. I didn’t let them say anything. I don’t think I can make this up to them. I really fucked up.”

“Yeah you did. You’re gonna spend the rest of your life digging your way out of this one. That is if Y/n gives you the chance. Even if they do, I doubt they’ll let you forget about it. First things first though, you need to break up with Himari.” Oikawa nodded as Iwaizumi patted him on the back, helping him up from the ground. They got back to class and the first thing Oikawa did once school ended was find Himari and break up with her.

A few minutes after breaking up with her he went to his locker and found Himari yelling at you. “What are you doing Himari? It’s over, they had nothing to do with it. This was all your own fault, did you honestly expect us to stay together forever? Even if they hadn’t finally gotten it through my thick skull I would’ve found out eventually.” He said standing in between you and Himari. She huffed and walked away yelling various profanities at the two of you. Oikawa turned to you to apologize but you were facing your locker, ignoring him.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I know it doesn’t help at all but I am. I was too caught up in the fact that I might’ve finally found my soulmate that I didn’t want to be told I was wrong. It still doesn’t make up for the fact that I was a jerk to you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Please let me try.” Oikawa leaned against the locker next to yours as he practically begged.

You closed your locker looking at Oikawa with a blank look. “No.” Oikawa looked confused as he mimicked the word in a questioning tone. “Yeah, no. Look Oikawa, you’re my soulmate but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. You’re right, you treated me like shit for the past year and a half. I’m not about to just forgive and forget, because while you were off playing soulmates with Himari your actual soulmate was hurt and heartbroken because you couldn’t give them the time of day. So no Oikawa I won’t let you.” You walked off for the second time today, leaving Oikawa standing in the middle of the hallway.

“You kinda deserved that one sorry dude.” Matsukawa said, clapping Oikawa on the back. “I know I just don’t know how I’m going to make it up to them. I really hurt Y/n and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m scared I’m not going to have a soulmate for very long.” Oikawa tried following you out of the school but Iwaizumi stopped him telling him to let it go for today. Oikawa listened and begrudgingly went to practice. For the first time in his life he didn’t want to go to Volleyball practice. Instead he wished he was with you desperately trying to make everything up to you Trying to patch things up.

For the next few months Oikawa spent his time constantly trying to make things up to you. He told you he was sorry at least once a week and bought your favorite snacks as gifts to you. It started off with him leaving some chocolates you didn’t much care for in your locker. When you told him you didn’t really like them his response was, “Well why don’t you tell me what you like so I can get you the proper gifts.” You just shook your head and walked away after telling him thanks. You may have been mad at him but you weren’t rude.

The second time he tried doing something to apologize he did it publicly. Iwaizumi tried to talk him out of it knowing you weren’t going to like having all of the attention but Oikawa refused to listen. So he made this big grand gesture in the middle of the cafeteria at school. You didn’t say anything as your face grew red and you walked out of the cafeteria, leaving Oikawa walking back to his friends while Iwaizumi told him, “I told you so.”

He didn’t really try to do anything big after that, just small things to let you know he was there. Eventually he started walking you to and from school after learning you didn’t live that far from each other. Slowly you started to forgive him, but you weren’t about to jump right into dating. So you stayed friends. You let him walk you to school and sat with him at lunch. You went to all of his games that you could easily travel to. You were beginning to forgive him and that’s all Oikawa could ask for.

“I’m thinking about leaving Japan after we graduate.” He said one day while you were hanging out at his house. His parents knew you guys were soulmates and gave him an earful after hearing about what he had done, his sister still teases him about it whenever she visits with Takeru. You were hanging off of his bed when he made that statement and you sat up. “Where are you gonna go?” You asked, moving to the edge of the bed. “I’m not sure yet. I have a few offers but I think I’m going to go with Brazil.” He moved from his desk to the spot next to you on the bed. “Unless you think I should stay here.”

“You think I want to be the reason you don’t follow your dreams? Hell no, Oikawa. Go to where you think is best for you and your future goals. Not where I’m gonna be. We can still facetime and call. Besides, you should be able to visit for the holidays. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a school in Brazil to go to.” Oikawa looked at you surprised, he knew you were starting to forgive him but he didn’t think you’d be willing to go with him.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I couldn’t ask you to come with me. Of course I would love it if you would, but only if you think you’d be happy there. I’ve put you through enough Y/n I can’t ask you to do this as well.” You rolled your eyes covering his mouth with your hand. “Shut up for once. I’m not mad at you anymore, I’m never gonna let you forget it, but I’m not mad. I’m not saying I’m going to for sure go with you wherever you go and follow you blindly. I’m saying if I find a school I like and get accepted then I’ll move with you. I just got you to realize I’m your soulmate, I’m not quite ready to give that up just yet, Toru.” You finished your mini speech removing your hand from his mouth. You expected him to immediately start talking but he just stared at you for a while. “Toru? You’re freaking me out. Blink or something at least.” He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into a hug thanking you.

A few months later and you were helping pack boxes at Toru’s house, “I told you not to wait until the last minute to pack Toru. Now we’re rushing so you’re ready to leave on time.” You scolded sorting like things into boxes. “Maybe if my beautiful s/o hadn’t distracted me when I was supposed to be packing we’d be fine.” He said coming up and wrapping his arms around your waist pecking you on the cheek. You laughed as you lightly shoved him away, “Toru I’m serious we’re going to miss our flight if you don’t hurry up. I have orientation next week and you start practice soon. We need to get there early to settle into the apartment and look around the city so we’re not lost right away.”

He shook his head, laughing as he finally helped you pack his bags. Before you know it you’re in Brazil moving into an apartment with your boyfriend. Sure your relationship was rocky, but you couldn’t imagine spending your time with anyone else.

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