#and why did he fucking check that bingo box that he sleeps with the windows open when it rains

[redrattlers]

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[here4theheartbreak]

Breadsticks & a Boyfriend (kth/jjk)

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Relationships: Jungkook x Taehyung Genre: smut, pwp Final Rating: Explicit Word Count (Chapter): ~3.4k

Tags (more added as needed): smut, PWP, strangers to lovers, rough sex, dirty talk, sex toys, face fucking, coming untouched, shy Jungkook

Summary: When Taehyung took a simple order of pizza, breadsticks, and a soda to a customer on a rainy day, he had no idea how good his tip would be.

A/N: This fic was written for the @bangtanwritingbingo Summer Bingo square Jungkook x Taehyung and also for @venusiangguk who requested TaeKook with prompt #11: “Is it an oral fixation or do you just not want to talk to me?”

The life of a pizza delivery boy was far more interesting than one would think. Though it was a lower end, minimum wage job, for someone like Taehyung, it was excellent. He was a natural social butterfly. Outgoing, bright, vibrant, always seeking to make new friends. This job allowed him to meet a whole variety of people. Who didn’t like pizza? Upper class, snobby elite individuals, right down to the barely surviving folks who managed to scrape together enough for a small delivery once in a blue moon – Taehyung loved meeting them all. 

It was a Friday. It was payday. It was a good day. At least, until the clouds rolled in, darkening the sky and bringing thunder. And unfortunate torrents of rain. But a delivery boy doesn’t get a day off, and orders tended to only increase when the weather was this cruddy. 

Taehyung didn’t mind. Not really. He could handle a little rain and he had a sturdy car. 

The delivery was simple. A large pepperoni pizza, a small order of breadsticks, and a 2 liter of Coke. Simple. Probably a parent with a young child, a college age student, or a babysitter. Should be quick. Probably not a great tip for any of them, but that was okay; he’d had a big delivery to a house party earlier and had made a massive tip… And gotten a cute boy’s number. Taehyung was handsome, so it happened more than one would assume. The jokes about wanting to sleep with the pizza boy weren’t always jokes. Not that he’d ever go through with any of it. It was simple flirtation, it helped with tips. Taehyung figured he’d have to find someone pretty damn special to actually call them back. 

The rain seemed to come down harder as Taehyung drove to the address on his GPS. He reached a cute little house with a nicely kept yard. It was a little bit of a walk from where he was able to park to the porch… The driveway would offer a little more protection and a little shorter distance… Normally he didn’t park in driveways; people tended to sometimes get a little angry – but considering the circumstances…

Taehyung pulled into the driveway, nosing as close as he dared to the garage door. He grabbed the pizza bag and covered it carefully with a plastic sheet before pulling up his hood and getting out. He raced from the driveway to the front door, relaxing only when he was safely on the porch. He knocked once, putting on a broad smile. 

The door opened a crack, and then a little further, and then all the way. And Taehyung, for what it was worth, forgot how to breathe.

Standing in the doorway was the most stunning young man he’d ever seen. The man was just a little shorter than he was, with shaggy brown hair that swooped down nearly over his eyes, parted enough to peek his forehead. He wore thick silver hoops in his ears, two in his right and one in his left. His plush mouth and round nose matched his face perfectly, and dark eyes drew Taehyung in almost immediately. The man’s beauty wasn’t lowered or altered in the slightest by the fact that he was wearing a sweater and sweats, his feet bare. He smiled softly, his nose crinkling up. 

Taehyung beamed. “Hey. Pizza. You’re…” He glanced at the nametag on the receipt. “Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook nodded. He glanced over Taehyung shoulder, his small smile drooping. “Come inside,” he said softly, stepping aside. 

“Oh, thank you.” Taehyung stepped inside just enough for Jungkook to close the door, and crouched to take out the food. He handed it over to Jungkook quickly. “Pouring out there,” he commented.

“Flooding,” Jungkook agreed. 

Taehyung scowled at that. He turned, glancing out the window. As Jungkook had commented, the streets were nearly filled with water, pouring in rivets in certain areas. Taehyung’s body went cold. “Oh God, it got worse.”

“Doesn’t look safe to drive in,” Jungkook muttered. 

Taehyung sighed heavily. He turned back and smiled as best he could. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He turned to grab the doorknob, but Jungkook rushed forward, grabbing his wrist. 

“It’s a flash flood. News said it was dangerous. You should stay until it’s lightened up.” His voice was soft and timid, barely above a whisper. Either he was terrified, or truly the shiest man in the city. But he seemed genuine in his concern, and Taehyung felt a strange peace come over him at that.

“I’ll call my boss.” Taehyung turned and pulled out his phone, dialing his boss’ number.

“Kim Taehyung! Are you safe? It got so bad out there, I was worried sick.”

“I’m fine. I’m at the last customer’s house.”

“I shouldn’t have sent you out in this mess. Can you make it back?”

“The roads are pretty flooded. I was calling to ask if I could stay out. Until they clear up. I’ll work extra hours tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it. Stay safe. Do you know the customer?”

“No, but he’s letting me stay until it clears up. I’ll let you know when I make it home.”

“Thank you, keep me updated.”

Taehyung hung up and smiled. “She’s okay with me not going back. Uh… Thanks for letting me hide out here until the weather lightens.”

Jungkook nodded. He looked down at the food in his hands and turned, setting it on his table. He turned back, chewing his bottom lip. 

Taehyung blinked, unsure what to do. He watched Jungkook disappear through a doorway and then return, holding out a paper plate toward Taehyung. 

“Are you offering me lunch?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook nodded, pulling open the pizza box. 

“Thanks.” Taehyung kicked his shoes off and hung his hoodie before he stepped up, taking a slice of the pizza. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” He stuck out his hand. Jungkook smiled shyly and shook it. He opened his mouth to answer and then closed it, grabbing a breadstick and sticking it into his mouth instead.

Taehyung laughed a little.

He sat at the table, watching Jungkook eat.

“Do you live alone?” He asked. Jungkook swallowed the bite he had in his mouth and nodded, quickly adding more food to his mouth. 

Their lunch continued in that manner – Jungkook would answer yes or no answers, always adding food to his mouth, a drink, or biting on something to keep his mouth too full to give Taehyung much of an answer at all. Despite the one-sided conversation, Taehyung was thoroughly intrigued by Jungkook. He wanted to know everything about him. Namely, why he refused to speak. 

Despite his quiet nature, Taehyung could feel Jungkook looking at him whenever he looked away. A few times their gazes met, and Jungkook’s was intense enough that Taehyung found himself a bit flustered. For someone who refused to speak, he was certainly showing plenty of interest.

After lunch, Jungkook wandered over to the couch. He looked at Taehyung and patted the seat next to him. Taehyung smirked. He settled next to Jungkook, turning his attention to the television when Jungkook turned it on, flipping through the channels. He picked up the string on his sweatshirt as he did, sticking it into his mouth and chewing gently on it. 

Taehyung chuckled a little. He relaxed back against the couch, glancing over at Jungkook every little bit. Even relaxed like this – the boy was stunning. His profile was nearly perfect. He could easily be a singer or a celebrity.

“What do you do for a living, Jungkook?” Taehyung finally asked. 

Jungkook looked over, his eyes wide. He dropped the string from his mouth. “I— I’m computer. I program. Computers.” He stuttered. 

“Wow, that’s cool,” Taehyung grinned. “You must be super smart, that’s such a cool job.” 

Jungkook smiled shyly. He stuck the string back in his mouth, gnawing on it. 

“I’m finishing up college myself,” Taehyung continued, looking back at the television. “For photography and media design. I absolutely love art in all forms.”

He glanced at Jungkook from the corner of his eye, catching the other eyeing him up and down. A slow smirk crossed his lips. 

“You know, Jungkook… I’ve gotta ask.” He looked back at him and reached out, tugging the sweatshirt string from his mouth. “Is it an oral fixation, or do you just not want to talk to me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. He covered his mouth and tilted his head a little.

“No, I—I don’t not want to talk to you. I mean, I—” He squeaked a little, covering his ears. 

Taehyung’s grin grew. “Are you really so shy?”

Jungkook lowered his gaze and nodded. 

“Well you don’t have to be.” 

Instead of responding, Jungkook slipped his finger into his mouth, chewing the skin around the side of his fingernail. 

Taehyung reached out, pushing his hand down. He shifted over a little, staring until Jungkook looked at him.

“You’ve been checking me out all afternoon.”

“You noticed?” Jungkook squeaked. His cheeks began to redden in little blotches, chest rising a little faster. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“It’s creepy,” Jungkook muttered.

“I don’t think so. In fact, I’m pretty flattered.” Taehyung reached out, hesitating a moment before touching Jungkook’s cheek with his hand. “Not often a stunning young man looks at me like that.”

“I didn’t mean to…” Jungkook whispered. He looked away, but didn’t pull his face away from Taehyung’s grip.

“I’ve been looking at you too, Jungkook.” Taehyung paused, letting Jungkook look at him once more. When he did, Taehyung continued. “We’re both adults. If you do have an oral fixation… Well…” Taehyung wet his lips, leaving the question unasked. 

Jungkook’s eyes dropped down to his crotch, and Taehyung smirked. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Is that what you were thinking about?”

Jungkook didn’t answer. He bit on his lips, sucking them in until they formed a fine line. Taehyung pushed a little further, stroking his thumb over Jungkook’s mouth. 

“It’s okay if it was. You just need to tell me. So that I know how to respond.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened just enough to be noticeable. He released the grip on his lips, then bit his bottom lip once more, drumming his fingers on his thigh. “What if I was?” He kept the same soft voice, but there was something else. A rough, needy tone that sent the blood straight to Taehyung’s cock. 

“I guess I’d have no choice but to oblige your curiosity. I can’t deny a cute boy his wants, now can I?” Taehyung rose. He put his hands on his jeans, hesitating. “Is this what you were thinking about, Jungkook?”

Jungkook nodded, his eyes glued to Taehyung’s crotch. 

Taehyung undid his jeans. He could not honestly believe he was doing this. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock was already standing at attention, mostly hard at the prospect of having Jungkook in any way.

Despite his shyness, Jungkook responded immediately. He sank to his knees and stroked Taehyung’s cock twice before opening his mouth. Taehyung pushed his hips forward slowly, letting his smooth tip slide over Jungkook’s tongue. 

“Holy shit... Suck on it.”

Jungkook’s lips closed immediately and he began to suck, bobbing his head easily along the shaft. Taehyung’s toes curled. He buried his fingers in Jungkook’s soft curls, letting his head fall back. His cock hardened the rest of the way within seconds. Taehyung snapped his hips forward until the tip of his cock bumped the back of Jungkook’s throat. He looked down.

Jungkook gagged once, screwing his eyes shut. Instead of pulling back, he shifted, swallowing the spit pooling around Taehyung’s cock. He moved back a little and pushed forward. Taehyung felt his tip bump his throat again, and the convulsion of his throat, and then it relaxed. 

Taehyung shouted when his tip slipped into Jungkook’s warm, tight throat. He began to pump his hips gently, not wanting to hurt Jungkook, but wanting to savor that tight, unique feeling. He pulled his cock free, marveling at how slick with spit it was, shining in the lamplight. Jungkook let his mouth hang open, drool spilling out over his chin and onto his lap. His cock was tenting the front of his sweats obscenely.

“You getting off swallowing my dick, pretty one?” Taehyung teased, slapping Jungkook’s cheek with his cock. 

Jungkook nodded. He leaned back, pulling his sweats down around his knees. His cock wasn’t huge, but it certainly was hard, dripping precome the moment it was exposed.

“Can you come from this, sweetie?” Taehyung cooed. He rubbed his cock over Jungkook’s lips.

“Almost,” Jungkook whispered. “As long as I can finger my ass.”

“Do you have toys?”

Jungkook nodded. 

“Go put one in for me. One that will help you come. I want you to squirt without touching yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jungkook rose. He tugged off his sweats and rushed off. Taehyung stroked his cock lazily, Jungkook’s spit slicking the way. 

Jungkook returned with a thick, curved dildo in one hand.

“Wanna stick it up my ass?”

“I’d love to.” 

Jungkook crawled onto the couch. He let his head hang over the edge, and slung his back and hips up the back of it, folding himself up so his knees nearly touched his chest. The angle exposed, and spread, his ass beautifully. Taehyung spit against his hole, smirking when it fluttered and Jungkook giggled.

“I was fingering myself before you came,” he explained. “Just stick it in.”

Taehyung did as he requested, sliding the silicone cock past his tight rim. Jungkook moaned contentedly, his dick dribbling precome onto his upper chest.

“Jungkook...” Taehyung said, nestling the toy neatly between Jungkook’s ass cheeks. “Can you come on your own face in this position?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Let me know when you’re close... I wanna see that.”

Taehyung shifted, rubbing his cock over Jungkook’s lips once more before sliding into his warm mouth. The new angle let Taehyung watch his cock slowly slipping in, each bob of Jungkook’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, easing the way for the sensitive tip to finally slip into his throat. Despite having been there earlier - the feeling still caught Taehyung off guard. He lightly rested his hand on Jungkook’s throat as he began to pump his hips. Much to his surprise, right at the start of his throat, Taehyung could feel a little bulge on each inward stroke. He rubbed it gently, gasping at the sudden pressure. 

“Oh god, I’m really in your throat—“ he panted. He pulled back and Jungkook gasped in a breath. He grinned, his eyes shut. 

“Where’d you think I was putting it?” He teased. 

Taehyung slapped his bare ass, working the dildo deeper, and Jungkook moaned.

Taehyung slid his cock back into his mouth, gripping the base of the dildo. One hand rested over Jungkook’s throat, rubbing lightly each time he pumped his cock. The other he used to tug the dildo, not enough to pull it free from the clench of Jungkook’s rim, but just enough to tease. 

Jungkook moaned around Taehyung’s cock, the wet gulping noises adding to the obscenity - and sexiness - of the situation. 

Jungkook’s cock was leaking precome freely, dribbling clear streaks over his heaving, sweat slicked chest. He began to tap Taehyung’s thigh and pointed at his cock.

Taehyung pulled out, and Jungkook moaned loudly. He reached down, holding his ass open further, and pushing his hips up more. His cock twitched and throbbed visibly. Taehyung began to work the dildo quicker, angling it against where his prostate should be. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back.

“Stick it down my throat,” he begged. His voice was rasping and dry. He opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out.

Taehyung obeyed, sliding his cock in. Jungkook’s nose nuzzled against his tight, full balls, and he gagged, his cock twitching. Taehyung struggled to hold still as Jungkook began to swallow and moan around him. The squeeze was bordering on uncomfortable, but Taehyung barely noticed. Jungkook was moaning against him, the vibrations tingling up his cock and all the way to his toes. He almost missed the desperate tapping on his thigh for a second time. 

He pulled out, and Jungkook jerked hard. He burped, his cheeks pinking up even more, and his cock began to spurt. The first rope landed on his chin, milky and thick. Jungkook tilted his head just enough and the next two spurted into his open mouth. Taehyung went forward, sliding his cock in. The final hot rope streaked over his shaft, making him shudder. He pushed his cock deep into Jungkook’s mouth, feeling the silky slide of Jungkook’s come as it coated his cock. 

He began to pump his hips, chasing his orgasm. “Gonna come in your throat,“ Taehyung gasped, holding Jungkook’s head. Jungkook gave a thumbs up, moaning around his cock.

Two more pumps and Taehyung went still, grunting softly. His cock spilled into Jungkook’s throat, milked by the steady swallows, and urged on by Jungkook’s hands on his ass, holding him deep. The orgasm curled his toes, every nerve alight with pleasure. Each pump he knew he was spilling into the delicate, exposed throat of his pretty new friend. Jungkook’s breath was hot against his balls as he struggled to draw in air and not choke on the come. His own softening cock twitched weakly and dribbled onto his chest. 

Taehyung pulled out only when he began to soften, and Jungkook shot up, coughing and gagging. Taehyung sat next to him, rubbing and patting his back. He reached up, wiping away some of the stray come and spit streaking Jungkook’s face.

“You okay?” Taehyung worried. Jungkook nodded, clearing his throat. He smiled sheepishly. 

“I’m okay,” he whispered, his voice raspy. Taehyung rose and grabbed the cup of soda from the table, bringing it over to Jungkook. Jungkook rose just enough to pull his sweats up before slumping back onto the couch and taking the cup from Taehyung. 

Taehyung fixed his jeans, glancing around. 

“So that was… Something…”

“Were you pleased?” Jungkook asked softly, staring into the cup. 

“Was I—Of course I was pleased, you were great. I’ve never had someone… So happy to do that. Do you really like it when people…”

Jungkook nodded again. “I don’t get the opportunity often. I’m too shy to really make friends, let alone proposition someone.”

Taehyung sat back down next to Jungkook. “Look, we just met… And I didn’t, obviously… Plan for any of this. So, you would be well within your rights to tell me to fuck off…” 

Jungkook looked over, tilting his head a little curiously.

Taehyung smiled. “God you’re cute,” he sighed.

Jungkook giggled a little at that, lowering his gaze. “I already sucked your dick,” he said softly. “You don’t need to butter me up.”

“What if I’m buttering you up for something else?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook looked back up.

“Like what?”

“A date.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, making them disappear into his shaggy bangs. “A date? W… With you?”

“Yeah, with me. I like you. I want to get to know you better. What do you think?”

“I—” Jungkook seemed to freeze, pinching his lips together in a fine line. 

“You don’t have to say yes,” Taehyung worried.

“No, I – I want to. I just… Why?”

“Because I like you.” Taehyung shrugged. “You want to?”

Jungkook nodded. 

“Great. Uh… Well, I mean… Obviously I’m already over but… Maybe this weekend?”

“I’d like that.” 

Taehyung grinned. He pulled out his phone and handed it over to Jungkook. “Your number, if you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jungkook took it and typed it in. As he did, Taehyung rose, peeking out of the blinds. 

“Looks like the flooding has gone down enough. I should probably get back to my work.”

Jungkook nodded. He rose, fixing his own pants. He handed Taehyung’s phone back. 

“Text me so I can get your number… Drive safe, okay?”

Taehyung nodded. He pulled on his jacket and toed into his shoes. Jungkook moved up to him, looking shy once more. 

“What?” Taehyung teased. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can’t get enough of that oral fixation, eh?” Taehyung joked. He reached out, brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip. “Of course you can.”

He pulled Jungkook into a gentle kiss, holding him close. It was funny, he realized, as they separated and he hurried out the door to his car. A simple twist of fate – a forced meeting – a simple call for a pizza on a rainy day – could change an entire life. 

[psychovigilantewrites]

Red Robin Yum

Pairing: Tim Drake/Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 5,107

Summary: Reader seduces Tim in a grocery store, hoping to see him snap. 

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader Ms. Potato. I can post a pic of the ahem “outfit” if you guys want! 

Masterlist

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“Are you mad at me?” you heard your boyfriend ask from behind you.

Pausing for a moment before reaching for the yoghurt, you smiled to yourself.

“And why would you think that?” you turned around to face him. Tim was slumped over the handle of the shopping cart, the frown lines on his forehead deeper in contemplation than it usually was.

“Because,” he reached for the carton of milk and held it up to you, “You got normal fresh milk.”

“Well, we needed milk, didn’t we?”

“I’m lactose intolerant,” he furrowed his brow, “And you didn’t get lactose free. On purpose. You’re mad at me.”

“Go and get the lactose free one, then,” you smiled sweetly before turning away again.

You weren’t actually mad, but you thought it would be fun to mess with him a little. God knows he needs a little colour in his life.

“Babe,” he sighed, reaching for your wrist. “Come on. Tell me why you’re mad.”

“You’re the genius, why don’t you figure it out?” you snapped and crossed your arms.

Trying to maintain a deadpan expression, you watched as his eyes sharply zipped around the aisle as he recalled the events of the previous day. You genuinely enjoyed looking at him while the gears in his mind were turning because he seemed so focused.

“You were fine throughout the day and dinner,” he thought out loud, “Even up till I went to bed. Which means that you’re upset over something that happened between the moment before we slept, and the moment we woke up this morning and got ready to come here.”

“Bingo.”

“Did I accidentally kick you while I was sleeping again? I’m sorry! I can never tell when-”

“No, Tim,” you rolled your eyes, “Think harder. I thought you had an eidetic memory.”

“Not when I’m sleep deprived,” he whined. “Come on. Please?”

You could never resist his puppy dog eyes, and damn did he use that to his advantage.

“Fine,” you shifted closer to him, as close as you could without actually kissing him, causing his breath to hitch and his complexion to turn a few shades darker. Glancing around the grocery aisle to make sure it was vacant, you looked up at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “I can just show you, then.”

You had carefully chosen your outfit that day and had premeditated the whole thing. The top you were wearing was a loose-fitted off the shoulder blouse with a low neckline. All you needed to do was tug the shirt down a little further to reveal the red lacy lingerie hidden underneath.

“W-w-what are you doing?” he hissed, eyes wide in panic mode, head darting around to check the perimeter.

You grinned smugly and pulled the neckline back up. “I wore this to bed last night and you didn’t even notice.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he breathed, “I was just so sleepy, the only thing on my mind was the pillow, and--Fuck- is-- is that my…?”

In addition to the lingerie, you had stitched his Red Robin symbol on the left breast of the lacy cup.

“Mhmm.”

“And the shade. It’s...It’s exactly the same?”

“Yup.”

“Fuck,” he carded his fingers through his hair, “Why are you wearing it now?”

“Revenge, Tim,” you winked. “Come on, let’s see what else is on that list.”

“Uh, yeah,” he looked down to the piece of paper he was gripping tightly in his hand, “Aisle seven.”

As the two of you strolled in that direction, you noticed that Tim was on much higher alert than before. You suppressed a smirk.

“Fruit loops, fruit loops...” you hummed, “Ah, there it is.”

You were familiar with the grocery store, and you knew the box of fruit loops were on the bottom shelf. So you bent down, your ass graciously displayed towards Tim, and you let the hem of your top hike up your back so he could get a sneak peek of the matching red laced bottoms.

“Jesus-” you heard him breathe. “Ah, fuck.”

You dumped the box in the trolley.

“Alright, what’s next?”

“Baby,” he groaned, pulling your waist closer, “I’m sorry for not noticing you last night, and I promise I’ll make up for it, so could you please stop this? We’re in public.”

“This is what revenge looks like, Tim. Pretty, but painful.”

“How about we just go through the aisles real quick, pay, and go straight back home?” he bargained. “See, there are only a couple of items left on the list.”

Tim’s grocery agenda wasn't like the average person’s list. Instead of randomly writing down ingredients, he would divide it all by store sections to maximize convenience. He had every aisle memorized and would jot down the aisle number first at the top, followed by the groceries you would need to get at the bottom.

It was unusual, but it was definitely more efficient.

“Or I could drag you to the back exit, get on my knees and suck your cock,” you offered innocently.

He didn’t make a sound at that, but almost exactly like in cartoons, you could see how his face turned slowly red, from the base of his neck all the way up to the tips of his ears.

As cute as the reaction was, it wasn’t near the main reason why you liked to mess with Tim so much.

“Let’s just complete this list,” he huffed indignantly, “Wait- shit. See what you did? We missed something in the refrigerated foods section.”

“What is it?”

You grabbed the can of whipped cream before he could. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Pshhhtt,” you mimicked the sound, and when he was least suspecting it, brushed the cap of the whipped cream against one of his nipples.

“Wh-what the f- stop,” he jolted.

“Pshhhtt,” you brushed it on his other nipple.

“I swear you’re-”

“Pshhtt,” you continued, but this time, you brushed it at the front of his crotch, earning an sharp inhale from him.

Then, maintaining eye contact, you stuck out your tongue and flicked it up and down in a suggestive licking motion.

He roughly snatched the can from you and threw it into the trolley with such force you were surprised it didn’t shatter. Then, he turned to you and scowled. “You’re going to regret this. A lot.”

And then he pushed the cart to the next section of his list, ignoring the delighted girlfriend he left behind.

Inside, you were gushing with excitement. Push Tim’s buttons for a bit, and you get to see his other side. You bit your lip distractedly at the mere thought of it.

“Coffee. Coffee. Coffee...” Tim muttered to himself absently, a frequent habit of his.

“Oh, no. You promised,” you scolded with displeasure etched across your features. “You promised that after pulling off the last few days- hell, the last few weeks- that you’d give up coffee for a bit so you could rest.”

“I know,” he nodded blankly, “But I need coffee for energy.”

“You don’t need energy to rest,” you argued, “You took the next week off from your day and night time activities. I even took the week off so I could spend time with you.”

“Then you’ll need coffee too.”

“What? What for?”

His eyes radiated intensity as it made contact with your own, and the corner of his lips tilted sideways into a smirk. “Did you really think you could get away with this, baby?”

He ignored you afterwards, speeding from aisle to aisle to complete the list, leaving you in a state of excitement.

You expected the car ride to be him complaining to you about how you turned him on, but on the contrary, he was silent the whole way. However, his grip on the steering wheel and the accelerating speed of the car spoke volumes.

“Tim? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he grit, continuing to glare at the road. From that angle, you could see his sharp jaw clenching.

“You’re driving pretty fast there, buddy,” you pointed out, stifling a giggle.

“I’ve driven faster.”

“Now it seems like you’re the one who’s mad at me,” you smirked.

“Mad? No, I’m not mad at you,” he let out a humorless chuckle, “I’m furious with you.”

“But why?” you pouted.

“Why?” he repeated, “Why?”

Without taking his eyes off the road, he grabbed your wrist and shoved it onto his crotch.

“This is why.”

Your eyes widen at the feel of his hard erection trapped under the confines of his jeans.

He took a deep breath and put his hand back on the steering wheel. Three and nine o’clock position, per usual.

“You’re so hard, Tim,” you purred, giving him a squeeze that didn’t phase him one bit.

“And whose fault is that?” he huffed, “Now please stop. We’ll be home soon.”

“Ten minutes is not soon enough, Tim.”

“We’ll be there in five.”

Home was a nice apartment in Old Gotham with large windows, and most importantly for Gotham City, a safe garage. But despite being the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, it was a very humble abode for someone of his social status.

It was one of the things you loved about Tim. He didn’t want the lavish lifestyle, just a comfortable place to work and rest.

The elevator ride up was quiet but intense, the silence making you jittery. You knew what was coming next, which was why you had provoked him in the first place.

Ding went the elevator, its doors opening.

Tim nodded at you to go ahead first while keeping the doors open, being the absolute gentleman he was.

He inserted the key to the apartment door.

You gulped.

He twisted the knob and pushed it open.

Your heart was hammering against your chest.

Taking a nervous step inside, you dropped the grocery bags on the counter and waited. You heard him close the door and lock it, and then his soft footsteps inching closer towards you.

He did it on purpose, letting his footsteps be heard, because you knew he had naturally developed the habit of walking silently- all of them did. He did it so you could anticipate his arrival, until he was just a hair’s breadth away from your back. So close that you could feel his heat radiate onto you.

And he stood there for a bit, not moving an inch. And again, it was all done with purpose. He wanted you to get nervous because he wasn’t touching you yet, because he hadn’t slammed you against the wall and kissed you hard.

You could almost feel the electricity between you, and you knew that he was just as extremely aroused as you were, if not for the hardness that was poking into the flesh above your ass.

It was like a game.Who would break the silence first?

You heard him take a deep breath, and then sigh.

“Why’d you have to go and provoke me like that, sweetheart?”

Ah, fuck, you really pushed him overboard this time. You recognized that voice. It was clear and soft, barely even a whisper, yet it was laced with a silent threat that made you start sweating.

It was a dangerous voice that Tim Drake had used, and now you weren’t sure if this was all going according to your plan or his.

“Y-you’re the one who didn’t notice me last night,” you stuttered.

“And I said I’d make up for it, didn’t I?” he drawled, resting his hands on your hips, finally touching you. “Yet, you still pushed me.”

Most people thought that Tim was the gentle, passive one in the family. Hell, you thought so yourself. And he was, for the most part. He was soft spoken and awkward, he was sweet and thoughtful.

But most people didn’t know how much he repressed himself. His frustrations and his desires, all for the sake of objectivity.

You learnt that about him the first night the two of you had sex, though catching you off guard, you were pleasantly surprised.

“So what do you have to say for yourself?” he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling.

Were you going to try your luck and push him further?

“Absolutely nothing.” Yes, you were.

“Baby...” he warned, still in that soft and soothing tone, “Are you really going to make me punish you?”

“I’ve done nothing wrong,” you arrogantly defied.

The moment that last word left your mouth, you felt him spin you fast to face him. And now, you were looking up at him.

His eyes were dark, his pink lips slightly parted- but he looked calm. Dangerously calm.

And that was Tim Drake. He had authoritarian control over his emotions, keeping a straight face the whole time. Calculative and cold- that is, until he let go.

It had been a while since he properly let go, and you were trying to draw out that side of him that day.

“Get on your knees,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Now,” his eyes flashed with annoyance. So you did what you were told, and now you were eye level with his crotch, appreciating the contour of his covered bulge.

You looked back up at him.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you immediately unbuckled his belt and took his cock out of his briefs.

He let out the tiniest sigh that anyone could have missed if they weren’t waiting for it.

His cock stood tall and proud, the tip already leaking, and you could see how it pulsated gently in the rhythm of his heartbeat, brushing against his t-shirt and staining it with his pre-cum.

You gripped his shaft-

“Wait,” he stopped you. “Safe word?”

“Carotids.”

“And when your mouth is full?”

“Tap three times.”

“Good girl. Go on. And no hands,” he instructed.

And with just that, you knew your plan had succeeded.

You shifted closer to him to position your mouth over his shaft, gently massaging it with your lips, slowly getting it wet with licks and dribbles of spit. You worked your way up from the base to the tip, then started sucking on it with the smallest pressure.

His breaths were getting heavier by the second, and you could already start to hear his little gasps.

Time to take it up a notch.

You took him in your mouth, sliding your lips down until his head hit the back of your throat.

“Hnng, fuck,” he moaned loudly.

When you first started dating, you found out that Tim had full control over his reactions to horror movie jumpscares and being punched in the face. He basically had control over a lot of normal human instinctive reactions. The one thing he had no control over, though, was how expressive he was when feeling pleasure.

You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, taking him in with finesse thanks to your many practice sessions with him while he took breaks from work. You studied his reactions closely, and got well at reading his expressions.

His eyebrows were now drawn together, and you knew that he had begun to lose himself in the feeling, so you slid his cock out of your mouth and grinned up at him.

He looked at you.

“Are you teasing me?” he asked.

“Whatever do you mean, Tim?” you smirked.

“Oh, no baby,” he shook his head, then suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair from the back of your head, “You don’t get to do that to me today. Mouth open, hands at the back, I’m going to fuck your face like you deserve.”

He shoved his cock into your mouth roughly, the sudden invasion making you gag and tear up, and started to fuck himself with your mouth, thrusting his hips while controlling your movements with the hand on your head.

“Fuuck,” he groaned, “Fuck, baby. I love it when your throat close around me like that.”

You could hear the vulgar sounds of yourself gagging on his cock. And then, like a routine whenever he snapped like he did, he jammed himself deep, forcing your mouth to go all the way down and touch the skin on the base of his cock, and stayed there while your throat fought its hardest to push him out.

“Argh, that’s it baby,” he hissed, “5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Okay, breathe, breathe.”

He took himself out to allow you to breathe, drool dribbling everywhere while you gasped for air.

“Good girl, good girl,” he wiped your tears away, “Again.”

He tapped his dick on your lips, and you opened obediently to allow him to choke you with his cock.

“Fucking- fuck-” he gasped, “5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Breathe, sweetheart.”

You panted for air, aware that you were a huge mess, as you felt your shirt get soaked.

“One more, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat. A little bit longer, okay?” he coaxed, “ 8.. 7… 6… 5…”

Through teary eyes, you tried to look up at him. You saw him smirking, his face tilted to the side to get a better view of you choking on his dick, which made you squeeze your thighs together.

“...4...3...2...1… Okay, baby breathe,” he took his cock out and started caressing your hair, “Good girl. Now open up again.”

You complied to him, letting your mouth fall open on command. This time when he pushed himself inside, he started fucking your mouth roughly again, twisting his fist in your hair until you could feel it sting, controlling the pace of your mouth on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” he moaned out loud, “I’m gonna come inside your mouth, baby girl. Fuck, you look so pretty being fucked in the face.”

Even if you wanted to reply, you couldn’t. Your mouth was being used aggressively by him, and soon after you could feel his pace getting sloppier.

“Baby, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna come-”

Tim was relatively quiet during the day with other people unless he’s explaining or contributing to something. He would add a few quips and snarky remarks, but he was never the one to fully exhibit his emotions.

But sex? He was the most vocal during sex.

He let out a low and long moan, mixed with breathy pants. Tim’s sex sounds drove you insane. It was him truly letting go.

You felt the warm splash of his cum inside your mouth and like the good girl Tim said you were, you swallowed down every last drop.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you gave him a grin.

“Your mouth makes me come so fast,” he chuckled, “Come up here, sweetheart.”

Your legs were shaky, and you were burning with desire and arousal, but you managed to stand up.

He pressed his mouth to yours, but it wasn’t a kiss. Instead, he shoved his tongue inside your mouth and started exploring it, as if he was trying to lick you clean.

“I love tasting myself in your mouth.”

“Tim,” you breathed, dizzy with want.

“Look at you,” he took a step back and looked at you up and down, “Such a messy girl. Your shirt is soaked. Take it off and show me what you’re wearing underneath.”

You immediately started stripping, lifting your shirt above your head, pulling down your jeans to reveal the red lace lingerie that consisted of breast cups and lace covering only the middle section of your abdomen, going down to the lace panties, that were secure with knots on either sides like a bikini bottom. For ease of access, of course.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he groaned, pulling you against him, hands squeezing your ass. You could feel his wet cock get hard again against your tummy.

A hand travelled to your left breast- where you stitched his symbol, squeezing it.

“You better burn this image in your mind, Tim,” you smirked, “For not noticing me last night.”

“The best part about having a photographic memory is that I don't have to,” he smiled, “I can conjure this image of you whenever I want. You sucking my cock, you wearing the sexiest Red Robin uniform to ever exist, and… you lying down on the bed with your legs spread open.”

You got the hint and gave him a peck on the lips before turning to head to the bedroom. Tim didn’t follow behind you, but you got on the bed anyway, lying down on the white sheets and spreading your legs, eager to fulfil his fantasy.

Touching yourself slowly, your hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing your own skin, finally going between your thighs and gasping at how wet and turned on you were.

You started to touch yourself over the lace panties, moaning at the relief of pleasure.

Lost in your own dirty thoughts, you jumped when you heard footsteps coming closer. Tim was leaning at the doorway, smirking at you with his arms crossed.

Completely naked, his hard cock bobbing against his abs.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” he chuckled, entering the room to stand at the foot of the bed proudly.

“Tim, please,” you groaned, “Need you.”

“Aww,” he cooed, “Are you begging?”

“Yes,” you whined, grinding the heel of your hand on your clit, lifting your hips off the bed. “Please, Tim.”

“Okay, since you asked so nicely.”

He bent down and buried his face in your crotch.

And then took a long, deep breath.

“Mmm, baby,” he purred, “You smell fucking divine.”

He opened his mouth and laid his tongue flat against your covered pussy, letting the heat and the wetness from his saliva consume your center.

“I can taste you through this,” he gasped, “What the fuck? You’re leaking through. And I only just touched you.”

You let out a desperate whine.

“Jesus, you really like getting your face fucked, huh?” he chuckled, fingers deftly untying the knot on either sides of your panties to expose your pussy to him. “I’m not going to eat you out. This is a punishment. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to use this pussy. Okay?”

“Please,” you breathed.

He lined his cock to your entrance, and without warning, immediately thrusted in deep.

You yelped at the sudden, delicious stretch, appreciating the feeling of him filling you up.

“Fuck!” he cried, “Fuck, you’re so wet, it went in just like that. Fuck, baby, fuck.”

He grabbed the back of your knees and lifted them up, spreading your legs wide so he could start the brutal pace of pummeling into you.

“Fuck! Tim!” you sobbed, utterly consumed by the pleasure. Because Tim’s cock was so fucking perfectly shaped, every time he penetrated you, he was already touching your deep spot.

“Baby, your pussy,” he groaned, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good.”

“Tim, I’m going to-”

Suddenly, the euphoria was all gone. His cock wasn’t in your pussy, and he had his hand around your throat, leaning down above you.

“Baby,” he whispered in your ear with the same cold voice, “You’re not going to come until I tell you to, okay? I’m going to fuck you until I come, and I’m going to come inside you, but you’re not going to come.”

“No!” you shook your head miserably as your voice came out hoarsely, “Please, Tim, I-I can’t take it.”

He leaned back and gave you a chilling smirk, “You wanted to be Red Robin so badly, didn’t you? Well, Red Robin doesn’t beg or whine. So you’re going to take my punishment and deal with it.”

He plunged himself inside you again, hips battering against the back of your thighs as he held your legs up while he fucked you hard. You wanted to come, so so bad, but you tried your best to resist, because you knew it would be even worse if you disobeyed him.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted, “That’s a good girl. Don’t come. Do not fucking come. Fuck. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I’m gonna-”

You felt him spill his warmth into your pussy as he let out a loud groan. You bit your lip hard, anything to resist coming without his permission. Tim slowed down with his thrusts, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth hanging open, a thin sheen of sweat on the surface of his hard and toned body, making it glisten.

He took out his cock, and you felt his cum leak out of your hole, dripping down your ass and onto the bed.

“Mmm,” he moaned, looking down at your pussy. He then went down at your crotch, and used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips wide open, playing with his cum and rubbing it all over your cunt.

“Fuck! Tim!” you shouted because you suddenly felt his tongue on you- this time licking you up from your hole to your clit, lapping it between your folds, dipping it back inside your cunt, going to circle on your clit again.

And connecting his lips to your pussy, taking it all into his mouth.

“I love tasting myself on your pussy, baby,” he slurped, “I love tasting your juices when it’s mixed with mine.”

The way Tim ate you out was like no other. Tim was proficient in everything he did, and he tried to do it as perfectly as he could, and that included bedroom activities.

It was the way his tongue darted between your folds, knowing exactly where to apply pressure or focus more on, and the way he knew what movement you liked through his many previous experiments and exploration.

It meant that whenever he went down on you, you wouldn’t last long.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he pointed out, getting back on his knees, “Can’t have that, can we? Just a bit more, baby.”

“Tim, come on,” you pleaded, “I need to come, Tim, please.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” he answered, teasing your slick opening with the head of his cock, “Soon after I fuck my cum back into you, okay?”

You groaned. Tim was especially descriptive and eloquent in bed, which made it all the more harder to follow his orders.

He plunged back in easily, and you were full again. Full of his hard cock and his warm cum.

The angles in which Tim fucked you was also calculated, as well as the paces in which you liked to be fucked. The two of you would go weeks without sex because you respected Tim’s exigency to do the job and fulfil his goals.

But when he had his time off, it was like the sex never stopped.

All the frustrations he kept locked away would spill out during these times, and Tim being the ambitious person he is, would find a new goal to fixate on.

You.

Your weaknesses, your preferences, your kinks and your sensitive spots. He would discover so much about your body, more than you yourself knew, because he would try different techniques, different approaches, all the while remembering and silently noting every observation and filing them away in that brilliant brain of his.

And all of that swiftly brought you close to your peak not long after the first penetration.

He was pounding you hard and fast, chasing his third orgasm of the day, and quickly bringing about your first.

“Tim, please,” you sobbed as you stared at him, his mouth open to breathe in his heavy pants, his long hair messy and poking into his eyes and sticking to his sweaty forehead, his biceps rippling as he held your legs up.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he nodded, eyes closed and head thrown back, “Come with me. Come with me now. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-”

Finally, under Tim’s command, you let yourself go. You felt the approaching heat that spread from your centre and up to your chest and down to your toes, the tightness that almost paralysed your body, the white hot waves of pleasure that rippled through you.

You came hard and intense, your pussy fluttering around his cock, which was still pumping into you, drawing out every last bit of your ecstasy.

The warmth that leaked into you was accompanied by Tim’s signature orgasm noise- a mix of a high pitched whine and a low octave groan, all long and stuttered as he choked on his breaths.

He collapsed onto you with a tired sigh, lips crashing against yours as he kissed you properly this time.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“Fuck, indeed,” you replied.

“I’m going to take it out.”

“Okay, slowly please- aah, fuck.”

“Mmm?”

“No, it’s just your cum. You have so much cum, Tim, Jesus.”

He chuckled and settled next to you, pulling you into his arms. You felt his cum dribble down onto the sheets, just creating an absolute mess.

“I still have more where that came from.”

“God, you’re such a cum freak,” you laughed, turning around to face him. “I’m absolutely filled.”

“You like it though,” he smiled.

“I do,” you admitted, “Feels nice and warm. Not to mention, the sight of it turns you on again.”

“Which reminds me,” he added, “Do not try to turn me on in public ever again. I do not need someone taking pictures of the CEO of W.E with a fucking tent in his jeans. Vicki Vale would sprint with that headline.”

“You deserved it,” you pouted.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry for not noticing you last night. I was tired. But you look… fucking sexy. Jesus.”

“Admit it, it was the Red Robin thing that turned you on the most, right?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he conceded, “I don’t know why. It could be the instinctual habit of humans to place a form of territorial symbolism on their partners.”

He absentmindedly moved his hand to your left breast and cupped and squeezed. “Fuck. To think that my mind gets overrun by basic animal instincts… I love seeing you in my color. Wearing my symbol. Fuck, I think I-”

“God, you’re hard again aren’t you?”

“Sorry,” he blushed, “I think I snapped again. Though, I’m sure that was your plan all along.”

“You’re the detective here,” you grinned.

“And you’re getting better at manipulating me,” he pointed out.

“Tim, that wasn’t manipulation. That was seduction,” you teased, “And it’s not that hard. You may be the youngest CEO in Gotham with a genius level IQ, but you’re still a man.”

“Fine, you asked for it,” he got up and hovered over you, “Ready for round two? I’ve got this thing in mind that I want to try out.”

“Well, how could I say no to that?”

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›  𝟸𝟷𝟿𝟻𝚔

You had a shit day. You got pegged in the face with a volleyball so hard, you could practically taste the concussion as you sprawled backwards. Luckily, the medic ok’d you to keep playing. Unluckily, the whole ordeal happened right in front of a pro team’s scouting manager. The embarrassment alone made you want to hide under a rock until next season. To make it all sting just a little bit more, Bokuto and Kuroo had their own games to attend, so it wasn’t like you could curl up in Kuroo’s dorm like you might’ve before. Bokuto was only in town for a few days, too, and you were certain he’d be practicing or playing the whole weekend. So instead, you sigh as you walk onto the train by campus, shooting a text to the tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum.

🗨️We lost :( I think I broke my nose. And my careeeeeeer

  Bokuto’s fingers rapid-fire replied, followed my Kuroo’s more casual pace.

  🗯️BROKEN NOSE?!! ARE YOU OK???

🗯️Wait how did u lose? Aren’t they good luck????

💬That’s a broken leg, bruh.

💬Sorry babe. You’re not concussed, though, right?

🗨️I’m fine ^^” just pulled a hina

🗯️Hows a broken leg good luck? U cant play on that THAT SHIT HURTS 😱 😱

🗨️👀 👀 👀

🗨️Bo pls

  As you sat on the train, you quietly snorted to yourself. Bokuto was an amazing player and an even better boyfriend, but sometimes you thought his muscles squeezed out a braincell or two.

💬Saw the clip on twitter. hows your face? I’m sure its still hot

  You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Kuroo, flirtatious as always, but your reflexive smile matched the tone of your text.

🗨️If hot = busted, then sure 🙄

🗯️HEY UR HOT 😘 😘 SHUDDUP

  By the way their texts disjointedly pieced together before coming to a halt, you knew their matches started. You locked your screen with a sigh. Whether it was the ace’s ADHD-induced impulse thoughts or the blocker’s humorously blunt honesty, the two had always managed to spike your spirits high and block the anxieties that crept over the net. Without their distractions, the day replayed in 4K across the theater of your mind. Back slumped against the seat, you could feel the heaviness of it drag you down to the ocean floor.

  But now here you were, walking to your apartment with no reprieve from the disappointment. Rather than doing your adult responsibilities like clean, cook, or generally care past a shower, you slept. It was a deep, blank sleep. The type where you know you’d wake up feeling that eerie calm in the dead of night.

    Brightness blared next to your pillow – invading your vision as it violently vibrated against your hand. A loud ring attacked your half-concious hearing, jolting your heart like a jumpstarted engine. Quick reflexes enacted before you could stop the near Olympic vault of your phone into the wall across the bed.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me… who the hell….” You tear the blankets off, shivering at the cold as you pick the device back up. Thank your lord and savior, Asahi, for gifting you an Otter Box for Christmas.

  A gentle gasp left your lips as you saw a slew of missed texts from the dynamic duo. Oh no. Oh no. You felt horrendous. Your phone lit up as a photo of Kuroo with a French fry up his nose vibrated to life.

  As fast as your fingers could, you slid to answer, “He-“

  “-LLO WE ARE OUTSIDE ARE YOU COMING OR WHAT?!” Bokuto hollered into the mic, practically blowing out the speaker with sheer vocal force.

  “Holy shit, Bo! What? What do you mean?” Cautiously, the screen was brought closer to your cheek again, ghosting about a centimeter for your hearing’s safety.

  “Don’t you check your phone, hot-stuff? We’re going for a drive,” Kuroo honked the horn, echoing through the window and phone.

  Sure enough, the string of texts was about a drive and a half-planned plan of action. Thrilled enthusiasm rippled through you. You didn’t even think you’d get to see Bokuto this visit let alone with Kuroo! Praise the scheduling gods!

  The phone squished between your shoulder and ear as hands searched for an outfit that wasn’t your hoe shorts and sports bra. You threw on Bokuto’s old Ace’s Way shirt, and on top a near ancient Nekoma varsity jacket. Both items of which were left in your apartment from a get together nearly a year ago, “I’ll be out in a sec!”

  College was difficult. Especially when each of you had gone in somewhat different directions after high school. Kuroo, like yourself, played volleyball in university. And like yourself, nearly ripped his hair out when experiencing the hell that was Macroeconomics with Professor Mori. Bokuto was scouted play volleyball professionally, popping in and out of Tokyo to visit you two. At some point along the way and a slew of confusing budding emotions later, the three of you dove head first into a lovingly symbiotic relationship. It was hard when each of your schedules were chaotic, but worked out for the best as you all strove for your own goals while cheering each other on.

  You grabbed your bag of random things including underwear, extra clothes, and some money.  You never knew with the two of them what may happen and you learned from one wild trip to Osaka that Bokuto’s sense of direction was about as bad as you’d think it’d be.

  Half jogging, you rolled your eyes to the red corvette. Kuroo loved that thing way too much. Through the window, you could see Bokuto lean across the console to open the back driver-side door for you. The grin he wore could’ve fueled the sun itself, “BABE! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! EDGE-LINE STRAIGHT SHOT! WER’RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE,” His muscular arm stretched to you, calloused hands reaching for you to grab.

  He pulled you you between the seats for a  bear hug, wide chest nearly eating you whole. He was as toasty as always. Or maybe it was just your cheeks. Either way, you were happy to see him, “Missed you, Bo! Sorry for missing the texts.”

  “You were asleep weren’t ya?” Kuroo turned in the driver side, a hand finding its place at the crown of your hair. The lazy pique of his own lop-sided smile greeted your playful glare, which melted into a nod and a sigh. The look he gave softened at the navy-coated aura rolling off you in waves. He stroked your hair once, poking your cheek as his hand passed it, “You’re here. ‘s all that matters. Now, Hoots over here can shut up about your nose, which is… a little fucked up, wow.”

  “You don’t say?” Your expression dead-panned as Bokuto pulled back from you to examine the swollen cartilage. While you wanted them to see the game, you were absolutely glad that they didn’t. Bokuto would have barreled down the bleachers had he seen your wipe out in person. Actually, you recalled a snap from Atsumu; the camera pointed to the tile of a locker room, Bokuto’s howling in the background with a simple caption of ‘You good?’  

  Pulling away from the ace, you sat back into the middle seat, arms resting on the leather between the passenger and driver sides. Kuroo drove with his hands low on the wheel, long digits thwacking the steering wheel to a silent beat. You glanced between the two, suspicious of their matching expressions. You dared ask, “Why’s it so quiet?”

  “Are you saying-“ Kuroo began.

  “-you want some tuunesss?” Bokuto ended giddily.

  He readily tapped a button on his phone, shielding the screen from you protectively. Kuroo’s gaze darted between the dash screen and the road, waiting for whatever shitpost song Bokuto most definitely was about to put on.

  “Guys… what are you-“

  A record scratch.

  I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me.

  “You’re fucking kidding me! Turn it up, turn it up!” Your hand bulleted to the volume, body squeezing past the two to crank up Cascada’s Everytime We Touch until the windows rattled. Kuroo and Bokuto shared a knowing, toothy smirk. Bingo.

  “Forgive me, my weakness, but I don't know why

Without you, it's hard to survive!”

  Duetting with the utmost of dramatics, you and Bokuto reached for some imaginary lover escaping in the distance, opposite hand grasping near your hearts. Kuroo snickered, forever and always amused at how weirdly in-sync the two of you could be. Watching both of you thrash wildly together was probably the most endearing thing he’s seen all day.

  The silveret pumped his fists as you both scream-sang the modern masterpiece. His large hands enveloped yours with enough theatrics to shake the emotion into the chorus:  

  “'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling

And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly

Can't you feel my heart beat fast? I want this to last

Need you by my side

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static

And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky

Can't you hear my heart beat so? I can't let you go

Want you in my life!”

  The palm of your hands smacked into their biceps at the last lines, letting the 2000’s synth twinkle into your veins. The vibes in this vehicle were immaculate. Waves that crashed over you, drowning you earlier in the day, receded, leaving sun-warmed sands to dance across. The ones who paved the way were a sarcastic cat and overzealous owl.

  The song was coming to an end and you excitedly whipped between the two, “What’s next?! What’s the playlist?! Link it to me? Please?” You bat your eyelashes at them, Kuroo nudging his chin to the other. The ace hurriedly clicked a few buttons and opened a few apps, radiating delight itself, “Done!” Your phone buzzed with Bokuto’s link. The title of the playlist popped up, overpouring unadulterated admiration into your heart until it warmed up to your cheeks.

  Tunes To Cheer Our Best Babe Up To.

 It was silly, but on brand for the two. All of the songs were added within the last three hours by both boys. Each one of them an absolute banger.

  It was Kuroo’s idea in the beginning. He remembered all the times in high school you’d cry after an exam, near inconsolable until he’d loan you his headphones. Just a few months ago, he caught you throwing it back to the beat of some pop classic after you failed your first semester’s final exams. There’s a video of it somewhere, but he won’t admit to the sin. You know it because you can hear him hyena-laugh in the hallway every so often as Bad Boy riots in the background.

  Bokuto, with all the brilliantly rambunctious enthusiasm the world could give a single human being, added in every song he already had in his likes. All of which he sung with you on every trip until your voices hurt. He even added Mr. Brightside, reminding you of the time he screamed so loud during the chorus that he sounded like a donkey the rest of the day and into his next match. To this very day, the infamous ‘O ᴼO ᵒn ᵉ  TᵒOᵘCʰ’ could be heard in the locker rooms by each teammate in unison.

  You paused as the next song hit, mouth abruptly shutting as the two in the front recited, word-for-word,

  “Man, fuck.”

“What's wrong Bo?”

“Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad.”

“Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, hoots, look at life!”

“Man, you're right”

“Mmm, you see? You see this fine bitch right over here?” Kuroo’s long fingers pinched your cheek at the red light, laughing as you jokingly smacked it away.

“Yeah, woah...” Bokuto beamed at you.

“You see these trees man? You see this water?” You snorted as Kuroo’s hand waved to four-way intersection.

“I guess it is okay.”

“Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man.”

“Man you know what, y-you're right...” The words, lyrics or otherwise, still brought a childish scrunch to the ace’s handsome face.

“You damn right I'm right,” Kuroo smirked, taking even the smallest bit of delight out of his perfected timing, “I can't remember a time I was god-damn wrong.”

“Man, thanks, Demon Cat.”

“Hey man, that's what I'm here for.”

  Bokuto, half-joke-half-serious punched Kuroo’s bicep, eliciting a feral smirk as they went into the chorus. Bo’s arms crossed as he shook his shoulders to the beat. Kuroo threw down at the next red light, clapping to each beat. Just as the bass shook your heart in its chest, both players head-banged with all their might, car jerking with the force. You feared for the steering wheel and the threat of an airbag going off when both boys slam-drummed the vehicle’s surface. The sight of the two of them going absolutely feral elicited the brightest cackle from your belly.

  They really knew how to turn your shittiest days into your new favorites. And you’d definitely be revisiting this playlist.

[boggirlsummer]

Wet Hot American Summer

August 18 Zoey and I thought we fixed the leak in my tent but we were wrong. I spent the early morning inching away from a puddle that finally pushed me out around 8 am - time to get up anyway. Too rainy to cook or make coffee and I left camp aimlessly. I could barely see anything through the smoke and clouds which threw a wrench in my non-plan to drive around and take photos out the car window. Grand Tetons and Montana and Wyoming were up there on my teenage bucket list (lmao, dream big!), mostly for the landscapes and western vibes and maybe a few cathartic renditions of Wide Open Spaces. I just hiked all summer so I feel like I earned a few days of all-american automobile tourism.

Cozy

Decision fatigue is a ball buster on solo trips (and in life) and sometimes I refuse to change course even when it’s clear that a plan isn’t going to work out. I drove around Tetons alternately listening to the directions and making random navigational decisions, so Google kept yelling at me to make a u-turn. Eventually I got annoyed with both of us and stopped for snacks at the general store. I’ve been making my way through all the kettle chip flavors and so far honey dijon is the best and korean bbq is the worst.

Drove straight through to Yellowstone hoping the storm would let up, but by the time I got there it was 50 degrees with rain expected all afternoon. I thought it would be SUMMER once I left the Bay Area, so all my sweaters and warm jackets are in vacuum sealed bags that I don’t have the space in my car to open. I wasn’t loving the idea of being wet and cold in Yellowstone all night so I talked the campground lady into refunding my site reservation and headed for Big Sky, Montana.

I felt bad leaving without seeing any of the Yellowstone sights so I stopped at Old Faithful on my way out. I knew laughably little about what I was looking at and when a bunch of people started gathering I thought to myself, is this thing gonna explode or something?? And ya turns out that’s the entire point, it shoots a bunch of water and steam into the air every few minutes. I bought a cup of coffee and watched halfheartedly. The only other attraction I know about is the rainbow glory hole and there was so much traffic to park in the lot I said screw it and went on to Montana.

No LTE between Yellowstone and Big Sky and I was without a place to sleep - luckily my sister was available to do some emergency concierge work for me. I eventually found a nice campground near town but the obscene number of bear country warning signs freaked me out. I backtracked to Big Sky to buy a $50 can of bear spray, what a rip. Feeling beat today so I made it up to myself with a bowl of chicken curry ramen and a Sapporo. It was no nugget curry, but it did the job ☺️

Reading the bear spray instructions before bed - you’re supposed to use it once a charging bear is two to three seconds from reaching you. Wtf. I can’t do anything in two seconds. Finished Year of the Monkey at last. Almost fell asleep with a candy wrapper in my pocket, instant death. Also I got my period and I’m worried this is going to attract the bears.

August 19 I broke my own rule. I drove to Bozeman this morning and had a chicken fried steak at the Western Cafe, “The Last Best Cafe.” I had a nice chat with two old guys at the bar, initiated by ME! We talked about my trip so far and books (I was reading Walden Two and one of the guys had Woman in the Window with him, and we agreed that both authors are pretty nuts). Good time all around and then one of them secretly bought my breakfast 🥰 I’ve only ever had creepy men buy me drinks at bars so free CFS with no strings attached was a revelation. My smile lit up the cold dark streets of Bozeman.

Too early for hostel check-in so I killed some time hanging out in a coffee shop and wandering around Main Street. When I’m alone in a new city I usually get on the apps, it’s fun to hang out with a real LOCAL and have an AUTHENTIC experience. I did this on my first night in Sydney last year and my date won $7,000 at a bar raffle he’d been going to every week for three years and then bought us a night’s worth of top shelf shots, bad coke, and dumplings. Obviously I was his good luck charm so I should’ve gotten a cut of that $$$ but whatever… Eventually we went back to his depressing loft outside of the city. It was barely furnished and full of his shitty art and luckily he didn’t have any condoms so I was able to decline sex without feeling guilty (I had condoms of course but didn’t disclose). He tried to fuck me again around 4 am and I was so confused I thought he must have found a condom while I was briefly sleeping. He had not. I snuck out at 6 am and caught the bus back to the city. Not the most restful night but nice to get away from the hostel for a little while. But ya I updated my Hinge location to Bozeman and got hella conservative men swiping on me 🥴 My profile isn’t anything crazy but I don’t think I’m giving off Megyn Kelly vibes. Are they playing some sort of sexual bingo? Are they out to stealth me? Seems sus.

If you are a man on Hinge with a naked photo on your profile I WILL screenshot it and I WILL make a collage of my collection once I have enough material and I WILL sell it as a NFT and I WILL make $0 cuz y’all are freaks. This is the tamest one I’ve got, text me if you want a photo of a naked man covering his junk with a pineapple.

Ooooieee hostel is grungy and subterranean and not the kinda place you want to spend many conscious hours in. I took myself to the movies to escape - another thing I really missed last year. I saw The Night House, which I would describe as an architectural horror? I’ve been thinking about architecture a lot lately, this cool site Zoey sent me has some interesting interviews and stuff. In the movies I ate an entire bag of sour gummy worms and a box of junior mints.

Had a freaky bookstore experience earlier today, not the first time this summer. I originally wrote a longgg paragraph about synchronicity here but I got self conscious and started wondering if hearing other people’s stories about synchronicity is like listening to them talk about their dreams. I personally love talking about dreams (call me and tell me about your crazy dreams!!) but things definitely get lost in translation and sometimes they’re straight boring (like when my old coworkers and I used to dream in Excel, fucckkk). So I get why people find it annoying and here at Bog Girl Summer we can’t afford to alienate any of our readers. All I will say is that I walked into a bookstore today with synchronicity very much on my mind, went to the psychology section to buy a baby Jung text, and there saw a literal sign that said “Staff Pick, Introductory Jung: Synchronicity.” So yes, I bought it. Don’t forget y’all - I have a psychology degree so please don’t come after me about confirmation bias and all that lol. It’s very possible that in this summer of upheaval I’m desperate for some kinda sign that I’m on the right path. Let me have this one 😘

I also bought this postcard which spoke to me because most days I feel like I’m trying to drink out of a firehose

[witness-protection-official]

Today’s chapter art is actually fanart made by Amiy_trash on Instagram! Check her out, she’s really good!

Warning; contains heavy swearing in some parts. Song mentioned in chapter will be linked at the end

Witness Protection- An Eyeless Jack x reader

Chapter 3

"So why do you look so uncomfortable?" You tilt your head. He remained silent. "Hey, come on, after what just happened I deserve to know something about you,"

"What just happened doesn't matter," He stated, back to using that monotone voice. You huff.

"We kissed!"

"You and I both know it meant nothing,"

"But still-!"

"Dropping the subject now," he shut up. You groan and smack your head against the window. You mutter an ow, sitting up properly.

"Does the radio work?" He shrugged. You reach over and try to turn it on, only met by static on all of the channels before it shut itself off. "Great," you grumble quietly to yourself. You pat a small beat on your lap, the silence driving you mad.

"Stop that," your head rolls back against the headrest on the seat, rolling your eyes and glaring at him.

"Well then do you have any idea what I could do to entertain myself? Don't get me wrong I'm really enjoying these 'chats' of ours where I try to strike up a conversation and you completely ignore me, but I'm kind of going insane," you groan loudly. "There's like nothing for me to dooo,"

"Play a road trip game or something,"

"You need two or more people for those, and you're highkey too boring for them,"

"I'm going to pretend I know what highkey is and tell you to figure out how to do it yourself," You groan again, leaning forward to smack your head on the dashboard space right above the glove box.

"I spy with my little eye, an annoying bitch," you huff, crossing your arms.

"You?" Your eye twitches. "No? Damn. Ok, my turn, I spy with my little eye an annoying little cunt that is going to be gutted and left to bleed out in a river if she doesn't shut her fucking mouth,"

"Lemme guess. You?" He made a 'wrong' buzzer sound.

"Wrong, try again,"

"Me?" you sigh.

"Bingo, now shut up," You grumble some unheard curses and lean your elbow on the weird arm rest thing on the side of the door, resting your head in your open palm. There was a long silence. It felt like it must've been half an hour, at least.

"I'm still bored,"

"It's only been 10 minutes since you told me that," he stated.

"Feels like longer, now entertain me,"

"In case you don't remember, I kidnapped you and am in no way obligated to entertain you,"

"Can't I like, borrow your phone or something?"

"I would be an idiot to let a hostage use my phone," It's becoming painfully clear that he is not going to cave anytime soon. You sigh and stare out the window, watching other cars pass by with a half lidded expression. "Eat or something,"

"Bored eating is how I get fat,"

"Then suffer in silence," Another silence washed over you, the uncomfortable humming of the vehicle becoming the only thing you could use from drifting off into insanity. The car stopped after a long while, and he climbed out.

"Where are you going?"

"To eat," You raise a brow.

"Why would you need to get out to eat?" He smiled at you, condescendingly. The effect of the meds had worn off by this point, revealing sharpened teeth. You gag, remembering what he had eaten back at the hotel. "Yeah, please do that far away from me,"

"Planning on it, I don't need puke in my truck," He slammed his door shut. It is only five minutes after he's left the truck that you are even more bored than before. Yet another heavy groan leaves you. Patting a small beat on your legs seemed to help, but only barely. You glance behind you, seeing him in the back of the truck. Well, you could only see his back, as he had it facing the cab section of the truck. Should you go out and bother him? One on hand, there was a strong possibility of you vomiting up your lunch from earlier. But on the other hand, he was your only source of entertainment. Your boredom won over your common sense and you unbuckle, trying your door. Child locked, of course. Your gaze flicked to his door. Glancing back out the back window, you sneakily climb onto the drivers side seat, trying the door handle. The door popped open and you felt like cheering. You wouldn't though. If he was gonna be mad about you sneaking out of the car you might as well spook him too by surprising him.

A small tune hits your ears as you step out of the truck, closing the door quietly. Your footsteps fell silently on the dirt as you approached. Granted, the heels made walking uncomfortable, but you'd rather suffer through the curse that is your work shoes than walk around barefoot. Random thought aside, the tune sounded like quiet singing. It was barely audible, barely above a whisper, but pleasant sounding. Your brain caught up with your ears and eyes and quickly came to the conclusion that Jack was singing, very softly. The song was unfamiliar to you, but his voice did sound nice, so you quietly hop onto the bed of the truck, next to him, all while ignoring the empty freezer bags that used to hold what you knew to be some poor man's insides. He paused for what seemed to be an instrumental break, as he nodded his head a little to the rhythm in his head.

"For a murderer, you're pretty good at singing," you comment, breaking the silence. Nothing will ever compare to the joy you felt as Jack's eye sockets shot open, and he squeaked loudly, standing in an apparent flight reflex before almost tripping over the rim of the bed in his shock. However, you did not laugh, for you were no fool. Although it was increasingly tempting as his grey face grew to be a bright red, non existent eyes widening in pure shock, terror, or embarrassment.

"How much," he muttered, blinking with a gulp.

"What?"

"How much did you hear," he elaborated.

"Not much, I've only been here for maybe a minute or so,"

"Too much," he took a shaky breath.

"What?" he repeatedly shook his head.

"Too much," he muttered again before muttering something very quietly to himself.

"Truck. Now," he vaulted himself over the edge. You raise a brow and climb off the bed of the vehicle. He gripped your arm and guided you to your side of the truck, opening the door. "In," You scurry in, clicking the seat belt into place. He seemed… stressed. He climbed in a little bit after, seemingly having cleaned up the remnants of his meal.

"So uh-,"

"Don't- don't talk,"

"But-,"

"Shhhh," he whispered, holding a shaky index finger to his lips to signify silence. With a deep breath, he strapped in and turned the car on, getting back on the road. Despite the radio not working, the clock did, and you stared at it. For an hour. You knew because you had watched an hour pass on the old digital display. Finally, he sighed.

"You can talk now, I guess,"

"What the hell was that?"

"Probably a nice mix of anxiety and embarrassment smooshed together to create a hellish combination of wanting to die,"

"You have anxiety?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you nod slowly.

"You're singing was nice," you murmur.

"Uh, thanks," he muttered. "I don't uh- I don't typically like people listening-,"

"That would be totally understandable if you weren't that good at it,"

"If you think complimenting me will make me let you go, you're wrong," he visibly tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the black fabric of his gloves pulling taut.

"Wasn't what I was going for, but ok,"

"Then what were you going for," he sighed heavily.

"Could you sing something? Like, louder than a whisper?"

"No," his response was immediate. "Absolutely not,"

"What? It's not like I'll be able to tell anyone," he did a small leg bounce.

"Will you shut up about being bored if I sing one song?" A hum and a nod from you give him his confirmation. "Shit…," he sighed under his breath. "Did you have a song in mind?"

"No," he groans quietly.

"Not a single one?"

"No," you shake your head. "Hadn't planned on you saying yes, so just pick one you like," He threw his hand up in what could only be exasperation.

"Fine, fine," he took a deep breath, looking about ready to start. "Do I have to do this?"

"If you want me to shut up," He whined under his breath.

"But-,"

"Stop stalling and you can get it over with," You lean forward to see his face, which is still beet red with embarrassment, but this time with pursed lips.

"Gah, fine," he huffed, defeated. With another deep breath, he began. "I can't get a hold, hold on myself, tossin' and turnin' and screaming' for help. So much to say, so many words, but sometimes, you're lookin' so good that it hurts,'' You blinked slowly, eyes slowly widening. He'd probably stop if you said anything, so you remain quiet and avert your eyes from his head, leaning your head in your open palm again as you listened to the song. It wasn't a very fast paced or high energy song, making it sort of soothing to listen to. Mixed with his strangely superb singing voice, it melded together into a calming melody that was slowly making you relax and be ready for a nap.

"I know I'm not right, I'm messed in the head, so hurt me, desert me, just leave me for dead. I'm thinkin' 'bout thinkin', now my sun is shrinking'. I know I can float, but I'm sinking' instead. I don't wanna lose you, glad that I knew you, don't wanna be in my own head," he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as you were, except he wasn't dozing off like you. As he neared the last few sound effect things that were in the song, you had closed your eyes, breathing slower. In your half asleep state, your brain registered that he had finished singing, but it didn't matter to you as you slipped into unconsciousness, willingly this time.

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She was out cold and he sighed in relief, leaning his head against the back of the seat. Never again. Never again will he sing like that for someone else. Too much pressure on him to make it sound good, even if he didn't give a flying fuck about her opinion of him. Her sleeping form made him realize just how tired he was and he yawned. He'd gotten a max of two hours the night before, and even then they were the suckiest two hours of his life. This just meant he needed to get to his next hotel set up. He pulled the car over again and pulled out his phone, scrolling through nearby hotels. The closest was two hours away. He groaned silently and checked the bookings for it anyway. There were also no double beds. Peachy. Just peachy. His bottom lid twitched before he smacked his forehead on the broken horn again, sighing heavily in exasperation. No doubt she was going to bitch, but he really didn't have a choice. He needed proper sleep and she'd have to deal. He booked one of the rooms and took a breath to recollect himself before shutting his phone off and stuffing it back in his pocket. If he was lucky this place would have booze or something, it would be great to have a nice bottle of whiskey or something when dealing with this woman. The drive was obviously quiet, her soft snores the only noise to drown out the sound of everything wrong with his truck. In the silence, his mind wandered, as it usually did, which led him to the question of what the hell was this woman's name. It had been on her name tag, probably, but that had been stained with blood and removed earlier that day. Damn, he didn't even know what it began with.

Regardless, he drove in complete silence. Fastest two hours of his life, if he was being honest. With how tired he was, the promise of a nice bed and possibly alcohol made him a little giddy. The parking lot of the hotel came into view and he cheered quietly.

"Yes!" he sighed in slight celebration, pulling into the lot and quickly finding a place to park. He shut the car off and got his pills and took two. He liked to call them 'normal pills' because they made him look, well, normal. Anyway, he climbed out of the car and walked to her side, opening the door and climbing up on the step. The button clicked once he pushed it, and the seatbelt came up to go back to it's weird resting position against the side of the cab. He scooped her up bridal style. He was going to have to sell the dating thing again, not wanting to risk the weird look his mind guaranteed would be sent his way. He shook his head, removing the thought from his mind and hopping off the step, using his shoulder to push the door closed. With a quick grip adjustment, he headed for the door, barely making it through the sliding doors, as he was too impatient to wait for them to open fully. He did the usual checking in process, the person at the front desk only glancing at the sleeping woman in his arms.

"Girlfriend?" They hum. He nodded. "Keep any noise you make tonight to yourselves,"

"What?"

"Be quiet," They clarified. He flushed up at what they had implied, and began to stammer over some of his words. They snort. "Calm yourself down boy," He swallowed.

"S-Sorry," They shake their head.

"Anyway, the pool is that way, the exercise room is right next to it, there's a bar over by the breakfast area. Pool hours are 9 AM - 11 PM, same with the exercise room. Bar is open from 7 PM - 6 AM," They hand him his key card. He nods a thank you and hurries to the stairs. It's more than a few floors up, but he didn't feel like going to find the elevator just yet. The woman stirred in her sleep, but he was too absorbed by his thoughts to notice.

"Jack?" He almost dropped her down the stairs in fright.

"Yeah?" he shook his head, resuming his climb.

"Where are we?"

"The next hotel,"

"Oh… what city are we in?"

"Only a fool would tell his hostage what city he's moved her to," he huffed. "And I am no fool," She grumbled.

"Dammit,"

"Don't pout about that, I've been fairly decent to you so far," She glanced up at him, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, but why?"

"You're more obedient when you're well taken care of,"

"Oh really? And what proof do you have for that?"

"You didn't tell that woman I had kidnapped you," he hummed.

"Because you were right next to me,"

"You've listened to my orders, more so when I'm not being violent,"

"I-,"

"You aren't resisting now, either, especially since you have the chance," That one was a test. He just told her she had a chance to escape. She remained still, cradled in his arms. "You aren't going to even try?"

"The stairs are really steep, I don't wanna risk falling," He nodded.

"Fair," He glanced down. "But I would fall too, wouldn't I?" More testing. He had to be sure she wouldnt run off on him if he had to leave her alone in the room for something.

"Just because you kidnapped me doesn't mean I want you to fall to your doom on a hotel staircase," she crossed her arms, huffing.

"Ok, Ok," he stopped talking. She continued to pout while he made his way up the rest of the stairs, onto their floor. Their room was at the end of the hall. He grunted as he shifted her onto one arm. She grew a bit flustered, probably because she was being held on one arm and that was kind of weird. He pulled the key card out of his pocket.

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Ok ok ok, yeah, he's pretty cute when he's 'normal' looking. But now he's holding you on one arm. He's fucking strong. Like, really strong. 'Lord give me strength,' You think to yourself. He slides the card into the slot and opens the door, shifting you back so he was using both arms to hold you. He walked in and threw you on the bed.

"Why- why is there only one bed?" you tilt your head.

"There weren't any double bed rooms available when I booked it,"

"So we'll be sleeping on the same bed?"

"I don't care if you sleep on the floor, or the bed, or even the bathtub," he shrugged.

"Bed sounds comfy,"

"Then sleep on the bed, I'm too tired to care," he flopped back first onto the bed, sighing in relief.

"What if we accidentally spoon though?"

"Oh nooo, physical contact, what ever will we dooo??" Sarcasm was evident.

"You know for a guy who panicked when I saw him singing you're awfully chill about straight up cuddling me," He shrugged.

"I'm tired, and tired me just does not give a shit," he rubbed his eyes. "Besides, human bodies are cooler than demon ones, you'd be like the cold side of a pillow,"

"What the fuck," He let out a strained laugh.

"Sorry," he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm gonna go get my stuff, you gotta promise to stay here,"

"I make no promises," you cross your arms.

"I could always lock you in the bathroom with no means of entertainment, or you can stay out here, in a decent, air conditioned room, with a tv. Your choice," You sigh.

"Fine," a quiet grumble leaves you.

"I'll bring the clothes and toiletries up first, so you can take a shower,"

"Are you saying I need one?"

"We both need one, I'm just saying yours will probably take longer," You mull it over.

"Fine," He gave a thumbs up and stood.

"I'll be back," He left the room. You sigh and crawl onto the bed fully, closing your eyes.

(Song is Alonely by Public)

(I also use this song as a voice claim for Jack)

(Here’s the link)

https://youtu.be/b-MsOr5LCHI

[themoonandotherslikeit]

The hand That Reaches for God, Chapter 3

***Sometimes staying away is the easiest move. Keeping a safe distance, especially for Emerson and Dean Winchester. So, when the Maklen twins come home again, they don’t anticipate the feelings that Emerson will get having to see him again. When tragedy strikes, the Winchester brothers and the Maklen twins are forced to face, not only their feelings, but each other. In a story about pain, family, abandonment, and desire, the couples have to decide if survival, without love, is enough.***

Warnings: Angst, language, illness, mutual pinning

Chapter Three

“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.” - Emily Dickinson

-8 Hours After-

The rain had stopped sometime during the night, leaving the boat oddly quiet. It barely rocked with the movement of the sea, and if there was any commotion outside, the group didn’t hear it. Sam and Pheli were still asleep, curled together like a fist protesting god. Emerson’s head was on Deans lap, and his fingers were in her hair. He fell asleep absentmindedly stroking her blonde hair. They kept finding themselves like that, unknowingly stuck in an intimate gesture.  

Dean woke with a start. His eyes trailed down to Emerson sleeping in his lap and he smiled a little at her. She was less of a pain in the ass when she was sleeping. She almost seemed peaceful. He snorted, because he knew better. There was no peaceful bone in her body.

He turned a bit, the circle window on the door was letting the morning sunshine into the stairwell. He squinted, and considered the possibility that everything that happened the night before was a really bad dream. It wouldn’t be the first time, after he came back from Afghanistan he had constant nightmares. Sometimes he just didn’t sleep at all.

Emerson looked up at him with a sleepy expression, her eyes still heavy from the night. “You okay?”

Dean shrugged in response. “Yet to be determined. Let’s check out the deck.”

“Okay.” She sat up and stretched, her elbows popping in response. She was sore from sleeping on the stairs, but she knew that she was lucky for being able to get any sleep, no matter how terrible it was.

The two stood up and Dean slowly opened the door. The sun spilled over them, surrounding them in an almost holy light. Emerson covered her eyes to block out the bright sunlight. Maybe it was from laying in the dark cabin for so long, but the sun seemed brighter and harsher than it had the day before. The deck was covered in standing blood red water, which had yet to be evaporated by the suns blinding rays.

Dean crouched down and touched the water with his index finger. “It’s not hot anymore.” He said cautiously, before stepping out onto the deck.

Emerson followed behind him. “God, does the sun feel brighter to you?”

“Yeah, actually.” Dean squinted. “Wasn’t even this hot in Afghanistan, and fuck that’s sayin somethin.”

Emerson pressed her lips together. Dean never talked about his time in the military, not even to Sam. She turned her body toward the shore and squinted. Black plumes of smoke danced toward the sky. The world was on fire. The ocean looked like it was bleeding from the rain, everything was red as far as her eyes could see, and when they reached the shore… everything was ash and fires. The world was hazy from all of the smoke, it was like the smoke was behind her eyes, in her nose, her lungs. She gasped. It was too much. Her mother was over there, helpless. She couldn’t reach her. Emerson didn’t realize how close she was to passing out until Dean grabbed ahold of her arms. “Hey, I’ve got you.”

Her head rolled to the side, resting on Dean’s chest. “Dean.”

“There’s something in the air.” He said, confirming her thoughts. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back into the safety of the space below deck.

“Em?” Pheli called sleepily from below deck, before a little more urgently. “Emerson?”

“We’re over here.” Dean said, as he helped the half-conscious Emerson down the stairs.

“What happened?” Ophelia sat up on her knees on the bed in alarm. Her usually perfect hair was sticking out on one side, and flattened on the side that was snuggled against Sam.

“Dean?” Sam asked, his eyes mirroring his girlfriends.

“She’s okay.” He said through clenched teeth. He laid her down. “Right, Em?” He leaned over her, pressing two fingers to the pulse point on her throat.

“I feel a lot better now that I’m inside.” She agreed weakly. “What the fuck was that?”

“There’s something in the air.” Dean said quietly.

“Why weren’t you effected?” She asked, trying to sit up.

“Hey, cool it.” He pressed a hand to her chest, urging her to lay back down. “I was effected.” He said quietly. “Just assuming it takes more for me since I’m bigger than you.” He pushed her hair behind her ear. “So just relax.”

“What do you mean there’s something in the air?” Pheli asked, moving to Emerson’s side. She took her sisters head and rested it in her lap. “Like poison?”

“Or a toxin, from the bomb.”

“So what now?” Sam asked. “We obviously can’t go outside.

“It may not matter. We are still breathing the same air.” His eyes flickered to Emerson’s.  “Last night it rained blood red, hot rain, and I’m talking Mom’s dishes water hot.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.” Dean admitted. “I really don’t.”

Pheli grabbed Emerson’s hand. “What are we going to do?”

“I think we have to go outside.” Emerson said, sitting up. “We are sitting ducks in here.” Her throat was a little raw and she cleared it a few times.

“How? Look at you, Em! You were barely outside.” Pheli’s voice was small, and weak.

“Hey.” Emerson smiled, touching her sister’s cheek. “We will figure it out. Right Dean?” Her eyes flickered to the older brother. She wasn’t sure what moment they became partners, but it was clear that they had.

“Yeah.” He offered a weak smile. “Of course we will.” He met Sam’s eyes. His younger brother didn’t look too convinced. Dean made a mental note to reconvene with Sam once they had the girls secured. He didn’t plan on this being a permanent set up.

“Maybe we just need some kind of filter to protect us from the air?” Sam offered. “Like a gas mask?”

“That could work.” Dean admitted.

“I don’t think we have gas masks in a sail boat.” Pheli said weakly. She looked afraid, and she brought her finger to her mouth and bit on the skin around her nail.

“No.” Emerson said, looking around. “But we may have surgical masks in the first aid kit.”

“It won’t work as well, but fuck, Em. You may be a genius.” Dean grinned at her.

She shrugged in response, before hopping up to help him look for the first aid kit. “Bingo.” She said, pulling the white box out from under the bed. She opened it up and pulled out a plastic bag full of surgical masks. “What about hats? The sun was so hot. We will sunburn really quickly.”

Dean got up and opened the closet door and rifled through it before pulling out some clothes. He tossed a pair of rain jackets at the girls. “Ready to forge forward?” He grinned widely.

“May as well.” Emerson said, slipping into the jacket, and taking her sisters hand. “Don’t worry.” She murmured. “We got this.”

-7 Years Before-

Ophelia sat with her legs crisscrossed on the porch swing on the front porch of her house. It rocking gently back and forth as she stared intently at the book in her hands for school. Out of the two Maklen sisters, Pheli was not the most studious. It took her twice as long to finish things as it did for Emerson, her head was always in the clouds. She was reading Jane Eyre for class, and while it should be entertaining for her, being the romantic she was, all it was doing was causing her head to spin out of control. She was imagining her own Mr Rochester.

She folded the corner of her page down to mark her place when she noticed Sam Winchester slowly approaching, with his hands in his pockets. He was the short, scrawny boy who lived next door to her her whole life. He seemed really shy, and despite being her neighbor, he had barely spoken to her. “Hey.” She said, cautiously.

“Oh, uh, hi.” His face was bright red and Pheli grinned in response. Even at age fourteen she was a bit of a narcissist.

“Can I help you?” She asked, batting her eyelashes.

“I was...no.. that’s okay.” Sam turned on his heels to leave and Pheli quickly stood up.

“Do you want some lemonade? Mom made some. She has cookies too.”

“Sure.” Sam pushed his hair behind his ears. It was shaggy. He looked at her from the bottom step of her porch, his dimples popping up on his cheeks.

“Come on.” She gestured for him to step inside. “I hope you like cinnamon sugar cookies.”

“I do.” He smiled even wider. “It’s cool that your mom bakes, mine can’t cook at all.” He laughed dryly. “She buys them from the store and pretends she baked them.”

“My mom can’t cook either, but she can bake.” Pheli said handing him the plate of cookies. She went to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. “Ice?”

“Okay.” He reached forward and took a big bite of cookie. “Holy crap, thats delicious.”

Pheli grinned proudly, and handed him the glass of lemonade. “Here.”

“Thank you.”

She leaned on the counter across from him and took a bite of her own cookie. “Emerson said I’m going to get fat if I eat too many of these.”

“Is that your sister? I’ve seen her around.”

“Yeah.” Pheli chewed, and eyed him suspiciously. “You’ve seen her around?”

“Mmhm.” He mumbled, before swallowing his bite of cookie. “Outside, around school.” He shrugged. “I have her in biology.”

“What? Are you in love with her or something?” Pheli asked suddenly, before covering her mouth with her hands. What the hell is wrong with you?!

“What?! No!”

She wished she could curl into herself and disappear. She’d seen Sam around, too, and his older brother. “Just making sure... because... uh... I think she likes your brother and that’d be weird.” Pheli said. It came out like word vomit, she didn’t mean to say it, and her sister would kill her if she found out. They’d never talked much about the boys next door, let alone liked either of them. So why was Pheli being so dramatic? Why was her stomach flipping now that she was in the same room as the younger Winchester?

“She does?” Sam asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yeah. He’s all mysterious. She eats that stuff up.”

“Huh.”

“But don’t tell him! She will be so mad at me!”

“Right, I won’t.” Sam promised. He reached for another cookie, but the plate was empty. They’d eaten the entire thing while they were talking. “Wow, I see what you mean. These things are addicting.” He grabbed a crumb off the plate and stuck it to his tongue.

“That’s an understatement.” Pheli laughed nervously, biting at her cuticle.

“You were reading when I walked up. What book was it?”

“Jane Eyre. It’s for class.” Pheli took a sip of her lemonade. It was a little too sour, and her nose wrinkled in response. “Why did you walk up?”

“I...” Sams cheeks turned even more red. “I’ve been trying to get the nerve to talk to you for awhile.”

“Really?” She squeaked.

“Yeah.” He laughed, taking a sip of his own lemonade just to have something to do with his hands. “Wow, that’s really sour!”

Ophelia busted into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth. “Yeah, it is really bad!”

Sam laughed in response. Every time they would slow down they’d meet eyes and roll into another fit, until they were both holding their stomachs and begging the other to stop.

“Told you she was terrible at everything other than baked goods.” Pheli said breathlessly.

“You weren’t wrong.” Sam agreed, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

She grabbed both glasses and dumped them down the sink. “Why... why were you afraid to talk to me?”

“You’re intimidating, Ophelia.”

“You can call me Pheli.”

“Okay.” Sam said, softly. His eyes were glued to his lap.

“I’m not.”

“Not what?” His eyes flickered up to hers.

“Intimidating.”

He laughed lightly. “Yeah, you are.”

“You can talk to me any time you want, Sam.”

“It isn’t just talking... I actually had something to ask you.” He let out a breath.

“Okay. What is it?”

“I don’t know. It’s probably stupid, forget it.”

“Just ask, sam.”

“I... ugh, fine okay.” He looked like he was going to pass out before he quietly mumbled, “Will you go to homecoming with me?”

A grin grew on Opehlia’s face. It almost hurt to smile that widely, but when he met her deep brown eyes he saw the night sky in them. They sparkled like they were full of stars. “Yes! You cute little idiot. I’d love to!”

****

“Was that Sam Winchester in our house earlier?”

“You saw that?” Pheli asked, from her bed. She had her book light on, trying to catch up on her reading before her due date the next day, but in reality she was day dreaming out homecoming.

“Yeah.” She laughed. “I was coming downstairs for a drink, and I figured I should leave you two alone.” She shrugged, rolling over onto her side on the bed so she could get a better look at her sister in the darkness.

“He asked me to homecoming.”

“What?” Emerson sat up. “Really? Have you ever even talked to him before?”

“No.” She laughed. “Not really... but he’s cute, Em. Really cute.”

“I guess.” Emerson laughed quietly and rolled her eyes.

“What if he is my Mr Rochester?”

“That book is kind of dysfunctional, Phel.”

“I think it’s romantic.” She cooed in response. “He could be my Romeo. We could be soulmates.”

“Phel, they both died. That’s not really romantic... it’s tragic.”

Ophelia shrugged in response. “He has a brother, you know. It’s always been my dream for us to marry brothers. We could have a double wedding!” She sat up with a wide grin. “You have to take Dean Winchester to homecoming.”

“I would rather eat Mom’s pot roast than take Dean Winchester to homecoming.” Emerson said flatly. “He wears too much Axe, and I’m pretty sure he smokes. No way.” She flipped over to face the wall to go to sleep. “I will never like Dean Winchester, so you may as well let go of that dream now, Phel, before you get too disappointed.”

-8 Hours After-

The group looked ridiculous in their boat hats, rain jackets, and surgical masks. Dean went up on deck with Sam to sail back to the mainland, leaving the Maklen sisters below deck.

“I can’t believe this.” Pheli said, plopping on the bed, with her face in her hands.

“We will figure it out. We have each other, that’s all we’ve ever needed.” Emerson said, resting her hand on her sisters shoulder.

“I need a distraction, or I’m going to start crying.” She sucked in her breath before her eyes flickered to her sisters. A perfect reflection of herself. “What was going on with you two on deck last night? Before everything happened. It looked intense.”

“It... it was a little intense.” Emerson admitted, leaning against the wall. “He is a little intense.”

“What were you talking about?” Pheli asked, quietly, glancing at her sister.

Emerson looked far off, as if she could see through the walls of their tiny cabin. “The sky.”

“The sky?”

“Yeah.” She glanced down at the tiny blisters on her palm, before curling it back into itself. She wasn’t much of a talker. She wasn’t a romantic, like her sister. She didn’t watch the stars, or find shapes in the clouds. She didn’t dream about a boy who would sweep her off her feet and change everything. She didn’t believe anyone had that power, and if anyone could, it was God, and he’d obviously left the building.

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Chapter Four

Get caught up!

[17-imagines]

[scenario] without you

(inspired by jihoon’s response during ask in a box, he said he’s not great @ expressing his feelings but through lyrics he can and also i jus really love without you/wearing a hat)

Title: without you

Member: jihoon x reader

Genre: slight angst, mostly fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1670

[2:34 AM] unknown sender: I’m sorry. (x)

You cease your incessant typing on your keyboard and look over at your phone’s lit screen, squinting at the jumble of unfamiliar numbers and the cryptic text message.

Sliding the message open, the underlined x indicates an attached file, and although you should be cautious when opening files from strangers, something about it was familiar.

A text message, and a file.

It reminds you a lot of SEVENTEEN’s infamous producer, Lee Jihoon.

He would disappear for days on end, sometimes weeks, and afterwards send you a quick message: “How are you?” / “Did you eat?” / “I finished”. Attached to the message would always be an audio file of a sleepy Jihoon singing softly, always ending with a quietly spoken tell me what you think, okay?

In the end, it became the only communication the two of you had. Without having an actual conversation in weeks, it was hardly a relationship, and Jihoon eventually stopped messaging.

You don’t know where your relationship stands.

Lost in your thoughts, your phone screen dims then locks, your computer screen the only source of light filling your dark room. You sigh, unlock your phone, and open the file.

It could’ve been anything, really.

A picture of a ghost, a demon, a scary doll - but none of that could send your heart into overdrive like the sound of Jihoon’s voice.

And now, your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

I miss you - I’m sorry it took me so long.

-

He hit send.

He.

Hit.

Send.

Jihoon stares at his phone, contemplating whether or not he should drop it off the top floor of the Pledis building or eat it. (He’s pretty hungry, give him a break.)

He jumps when his studio door swings open, because he swears to the Pledis gods he locked it, and a cheeky Seungcheol steps into the dark room, shutting it behind him.

“I locked that.”

“That’s what I say when you come into the bathroom while I’m showering,” Seungcheol shrugs, sitting in the swivel chair beside Jihoon’s, “But a locked door doesn’t stop anyone, does it?”

“Bumzu-hyung gave you my code,” Jihoon concludes, crossing his arms.

“Bingo,” Seungcheol grins. “Anyway, you look like you have bigger problems than that. Why are you looking at your phone as if it’ll catch fire?”

Jihoon groans and throws his head back, causing his chair to lean back even further. “I sent it to her, hyung. The song.”

Seungcheol suddenly tenses, then smiles softly at the fidgety producer.

“Good.” He ruffles Jihoon’s fringe, crinkling his nose when Jihoon shoots him an irritated glare, swatting Seungcheol’s hand away. “Anyway, I came here to ask if you wanted to finally leave your cave and eat ramyun with us?”

“Depends,” Jihoon shrugs, “Are you paying?”

Seungcheol scoffs, giving Jihoon a slight shove. “Even if I’m not, you’ll run from the bill anyway.” The elder stands and opens the studio door, light flooding in through the crack. “Meet you downstairs in 5?”

Jihoon nods, and Seungcheol slips out of the studio, shutting the door behind him, leaving Jihoon in complete darkness.

That is, until his phone buzzes and dimly illuminates the room.

His heart is pounding in his chest, and if Seungcheol were still there he would’ve heard it.

He doesn’t know whether to check the text, or reconsider his previous options: eat the phone or chuck it off the roof.

The last two options are a lot more problematic, he concludes, and after an internal battle he finally gathers up the courage to pull his phone off the charger.

[2:44 AM] (f/n)-ah: it’s okay

Jihoon shuts his eyes, a fleeting feeling of hope welling up within him.

Jihoon pulls his coat off the back of his chair and puts it on, and slips his phone into the pocket.

He opens the studio door, squinting. It’s too bright, but then again, he hasn’t left his studio in days. Hell, he hasn’t seen the sun in days.

The door swings closed behind him and locks with a beep, and he walks back and forth in the hallway before ultimately deciding to take the elevator.

His entire body still aches from the vigorous practice Soonyoung put them through that morning, and he was not ready to be found passed out at the bottom of the stairs. Living with twelve other boys, he’d never live it down.

Ever.

As expected, the hungry pack of males all shoot him irritated glances, mumbling complaints about dying of starvation because Jihoon took an extra ten minutes. He rolls his eyes at a whiny Mingyu, and Seungcheol begins to herd the members out the door.

The two of them linger behind the large group, occasionally telling them to lower their voices because hello, it’s 3 AM and they look like a gang.

“You ok, Hoonie?” Seungcheol asks, hands in his pockets.

“I could be better, honestly.”

They nearly walk straight into Wonwoo and Mingyu’s backs, because suddenly, the group stops walking.

“What is it now? Did Seungkwan trip again?” Seungcheol mutters, pushing his way to the front of the group. Jihoon follows closely behind, unable to see much except Seungcheol’s back and a pair of unfamiliar sneakers.

“Jihoon, the gods are in your favor today.” Seungcheol grins over his shoulder at the producer, who crinkles his nose at the gesture. The taller male steps aside, revealing the owner of the mystery sneakers.

“Fuck,” Jihoon mutters quietly. He doesn’t know if it’s good for his health, for his heart to be attacked twice in one day, but he’s still breathing, so he’s okay for now.

“Let’s give them some privacy,” Seungcheol suggests, ushering the boys towards the convenience store at the end of the block. “You know where to find us after, lovebirds.”

“We’re not - and, they’re gone.” Jihoon stares off at the retreating backs of his members, all piling into the convenience store, startling the sleeping cashier.

A peaceful silence settles between the two of you, and Jihoon uses this opportunity to observe you; the you he hasn’t seen in weeks.

It breaks Jihoon’s heart to see you look so lost and confused, even more so knowing he’s to blame. He’s the reason you’re wandering the street at 3 AM instead of in bed, warm and safe, and he’s the reason why your eyes are shimmering with wetness.

You should hate him, you have every right to.

But through the silence, he can hear it.

His song.

And that was all the reassurance he needed.

“God, (F/N), come here.”

He walks forward and wraps his arms around your cold figure, warmth radiating off his chest. You let the tears escape your eyes, and apologize quietly as they stain the front of his jacket.

“Don’t apologize, please. And stop crying,” he mumbles, rubbing circles into your back. “I should be the one apologizing, anyway. I didn’t mean to let you go.” You glance up at him, and he uses his thumb to wipe away the remaining tears streaming down your face.

“But… You never called, Jihoon, how was I supposed to know you still…”

He sighs deeply. “I’m not an expressive person, you know? And you deserve to know how much you mean to me through something better than curse words and nervous stuttering.”

“...It’s beautiful.” 

“It has to be,” he smiles softly, “It’s for someone just as beautiful.”

He pauses, eyes squinting at the convenience store behind you, where the twelve other boys are pressed against the window, phones out. He decides to ignore them - you’re more important, after all. He can kick their asses later.

“But… It’s the last one I’m sending.”

Your heart drops in your chest, and all you can muster is a weakly uttered oh.

“Hey,” he says firmly, “I’m not breaking up with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He chuckles when you let out a long sigh, falling back into his chest.

“What is it then?” You grumble, slightly annoyed when he steps away from you to dig through his pocket. He hands you a crumpled post-it note, a number-code written clearly in the center.

“That’s the code to my studio. It took a lot of nagging to get permission to give it to you, but they know how important this is to me... How important you are to me. So you don’t need to wait for me to finish anymore,” he smiles, pulling you back into him, “You can be there from the very first beat to the finished track.”  

“What made you -”

“You,” he interrupts. “After we stopped talking normally I realized I needed to do something. I needed to change if I wanted to stay by your side.”

He kisses your cheek, wrinkling his nose when you break into a fit of laughter. “What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you kiss back, “Just… You really stay true to what you write, Ji.”

네가 없이 난 지금부터 난 변해볼까 해 rough trans: you’re not here, so from now on i’m gonna try to change

-

Waking up squished between the couch cushions and Jihoon is something you could get used to, if your back didn’t ache so much afterwards. Maybe you should invest in a pull-out bed. Note-to-self.

“Go back to sleep,” Jihoon sleepily grumbles, pulling you closer. “It’s still dark.”

“Jihoon, there are no windows in here.”

“My point exactly. They’ll break down the door if they really need us.” He presses a kiss to your head, and his soft snores start up again, lulling you back to sleep.

[11:21 AM] leader-nim: ok,,, so who wants to wake them up [11:21 AM] hansolo: so ur basically asking, who wants to sacrifice themselves [11:22 AM] leader-nim: yes [11:22 AM] dab8: well, you’re the only one who knows his code, hyung [11:22 AM] 1004 angel: thank you for ur service as leader of SEVENTEEN, we’ll miss you [11:22 AM] leader-nim: ………………….. ill let them sleep [11:24 AM] wonuwu: good call

[uberff]

Chapter 5

Jaylen

Pacing back and forth on my marble tiled floors, I thought back on the tragic event that just took place a few minutes ago. I was heated that Robyn had the audacity to bring that nigga in my face. She was fucking disrespectful.

Pulling out my matte black iPhone 7 +, I went straight to my contacts and tapped on Odell's name. After 2 rings, he had picked up. "You mind watching Jayla for the night?"

It's been weeks since Jayla's been here and unfortunately, I haven't smoked. I've tolerated people's shit long enough and the shit that just went down with Robyn put the icing on the cake. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed weed in my system.

The only way I could smoke was if Odell watched her for a little while. I was gonna smoke on my balcony, but I still didn't want her around that. I wasn't stupid.

"Yea, why?"

"I need to fucking smoke asap bruh." I guess he noticed the irritation in my voice because he didn't bother asking what was wrong with me and I gladly appreciate that.

"Aight, here I come." He said before hanging up.

"Jayla, you wanna go to Odell's?" I peeked my head in my room as she sat on my bed watching cartoons. Not that she had a choice, I just wanted to make sure.

"Yes!" She jumped down from my bed carefully. Letting her lead the way, she started to walk towards the front the door. Just in time, Odell walked in and let her get on his back.

"Thanks man." I dapped him as he waved me off. She turned to me and grabbed my face with her small hands before kissing my cheek.

"Be good, aight? I love you." I assured her as I pressed my forehead against hers. She poked my nose and then smiled.

"Love you too, bubba." And with that, they left. I instantly shut the door and ran to my room to look for the spare of weed that I'd been saving for this moment. I really needed to calm my nerves.

"I could fucking kill somebody right now." I mumbled to myself as I looked through all of my drawers. Coming up with nothing, I grumbled in annoyance.

"Bingo!" I yelled as I found it inside of one of my jewelry boxes.

After I smoked my emergency kush, my ego healed and I started feeling more and more like a head ass for how I was acting towards Robyn and her nigga, Kyle, or whatever the fuck his name was.

I sighed and ran my hand through my curls, cursing lowly. I grabbed my phone and scrolled down to her name in my phone and tapped it, hoping she would answer. Swear she was the only female that sent me on a guilt trip whenever I did some shit that be uncalled for. Mainly because she looked so damn good with that pout on her face with her hands crossed over her big ass titties. We used to be in a hella good place, man; she was homie until I fucked her over the same night she trusted me to take our "bestie-ship" to another level.

"HELLO!? Same phone, the hell you want?" she answered and snatched me from my thoughts. Her tone was still dripping malice from the whole shit. I smirked. Why the fuck I miss her so much? I legit saw her a few hours ago.

"Yo, chill. It's important." I mumbled like I was sad so I could get her to come over.

"What is it?" her attitude softened quickly. Yo, I swear I don't deserve her.

"O in the hospital, tore some shit in his leg. Can't play ball no more. I'm bout to head up to the hospital, you wanna roll with me?" I lied my ass off like it was nothing, I ain't shit.

"Jaylen, are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah man, It's bad, you coming or nah?"

"I guess. I'm on my way." she said in a hurry before hanging up.

About five minutes later, she hauled ass into the house, only to find me on the couch watching ESPN with another blunt hanging out my mouth. She had on this tight, short ass red dress that I wanted to eagerly rip off of her but I knew I couldn't. I guess she caught me staring because she started to put on her jean jacket. The way that deep red complimented how golden brown skin tone was perfect.

"Jaylen, where's O?" she asked. Scared as hell.

"Relax, Robyn. He at the crib, he good."

"I should've fuckin' known." she turned on her heels and tried to leave.

"Wait." I hopped over the couch and stood in front of the door. "Why am I here, Jaylen?"

"So I can apologize for earlier." she put her hands on her hips and something in her eyes flashed back to that moment and pissed her off all over again.

"Hear me out before you give up and storm out on me, Keyshia Cole." I smirked but she ain't find shit funny.

"I'm sorry, man. I ain't mean to blow up on you in front of your new nigga, Kev-"

"Kai, dickhead. His name is Kai." she mumbled, shrugging out of her leather jacket.

"Yeah, him." I mumbled bitterly. I can't believe that my ass was actually jealous right now.

She tipped my chin up with her acrylic nail and looked me in my eyes. "Jealous, much?"

"Don't flatter yaself, nigga. You fine but you ain't all that."

"I couldn't tell." she smirked and I moved my face away from her hands. "You forgive me?" my lips tugged at my blunt and blew smoke in the other direction since she was still close.

"Yeah, just control yo funky ass temper." Her eyebrows became one as she became Ice Cube for a minute.

"I know, I be forgetting baby. You gotta be reminding me...I'm sorry." I said imitating Joi from Friday. She busted out into a laugh and I pulled her closer by her small waist. "Where my hug at since we besties again?"

"Boy getcho where my hug at lookin ass." She said in a manly voice, wiping my smirk right off my face.

Just as I was about to flame her ass, she started to talk. "I'm kidding, come here sugar face." She apologized, making me smile. I would get her for calling me that gay shit but I wanted my hug so I could grab her ass.

She plucked the blunt from between my lips, kicked her sandals off and skipped over to couch after giving me a dismissing ass side hug. What in the friendzonation?

I followed her and draped my long arm around her shoulder and we starting vibing with dim lights and Game 5 of this Warriors and Cavaliers series.

Robyn

After watching the finals, I was extremely tired. I was finishing up some designs here and there during every commercial break, and eventually I just stopped watching the game to finish. Jaylen on the other hand was fast asleep on the couch.

We had switched from his house to mines, because I wanted to finish my work. As soon as we got here, he wasted no time in falling asleep. I told him he could go back home, but he kept catching an attitude so I just left him alone.

His mouth slightly hung open as his hands rested in his pants. Typical nigga sleeping position.

I felt my phone vibrate in my lap indicating that I had a text from Kai.

Kai🤞🏾: why u got the door locked bro I told u I was omw 20 mins ago 🙄

Kai🤞🏾: bout to piss on myself bro hurry up

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and checked our conversation to see if he was right. He had text me about 20 minutes ago telling me he was on his way and to leave the door unlocked. Shit, I must've been too caught up in my work.

I started to walk to the door but then realized that I have Jaylen here on the couch. Maybe Kai isn't even at the door yet.

"Jaylen! Get up, hide in the closet!" I whispered as I violently shook him as he shot up, ready to fight.

"Fuck you wake me up for?" His raspy voice filled my living room. He could barely open his eyes.

"Jaylen, please can you just hide in he closet for a few minutes?"

"Fuck no, I'm going home." He said with attitude as he looked around for his shoes. I could tell he hated when people woke him up from a deep sleep.

"Jaylen please? It won't be that long." I begged as I stopped him. He looked down at me for a few seconds as his eyes softened before sucking his teeth.

"Man whatever.." he mumbled as he walked towards the closet door. Shaking his head at me, he made some room for himself and got in making me sigh in relief.

Silently tiptoeing to the door, I paused for a minute to see if Kai would walk away. "Yo, I hear yo heavy feet Rob. Why you playing? I really gotta pee." He complained as I heard a lot of movement as I sighed and gave up. I'm a size 5, those heavy feet he heard must've been Jaylen's.

Unlocking the door, I was met with Kai's slight mug. "Sorry Kai.." I apologized as he nodded. It was humid as shit outside, and he had on a hoodie.

"Here, Ima go pee." He kicked off his yellow Nike Presto's before giving me my bag of In N Out. Afterwards, he wasted no time in dashing to the bathroom.

While Kai was in the bathroom, I heard Jaylen humming the Trapped In The Closet tune and cackling to himself. I admit it was funny but I couldn't laugh right now, I was too focused on tryna get one of them outta the house. "He walked in the bathroom and looks behind the door!" he imitated R. Kelly from the closet and I snatched it open, and pointed behind me, telling him to get the hell out. Seconds later the toilet flushed and I pushed him right back in. "Rob, you got one more time to put yo hands on me."

"Sorry." I said anxiously. He was being so uncooperative.

It's not like I was cheating on Kai but for us to argue about the very same nigga that was in my closet right now made me look like such a damn hoe. Kai came out of the bathoom while wiping his hands in some paper towels.

"Yo, who's shoes is that?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked to check and cursed lowly when I realized it was Jaylen's timbs, you could tell from how big they were.

"Maybe Odell's.." I shrugged and swept some hair behind my ear in deep thought, cracking my knuckles nervously. He payed no mind and just dropped the subject, thank God.

"I'ma just kick it here tonight, I ain't got the energy to drive back to my crib." I nodded with a smile, when he disappeared around the corner my smile dropped. I opened the closet door and found nothing but my clothes and shoes. Biiiitch.

I turned to my window and saw that shit wide open, I looked out and saw Jay chucking his deuce and getting into his car head first. He really jumped that far.. Was this nigga a cat?

"Took ya food too, nigga!" he yelled, peeling off of my block and heading in the direction towards wherever.

I was relieved that he left, but I really wanted my food. Rolling my eyes, I made my way towards my room and seen that Kai had got comfortable already.

"Damn you ate that fast? I was bout to ask for some." He said as he noticed the bag wasn't in my hands anymore. Deep down I was fucking starving.

"My bad.. you should've said something." I shrugged as if I were telling the truth. He sat up in the bed and started to stare at me before putting his head in his hands. He only did that when something was bothering him and I knew something was. He's been acting weird.

"Kai, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" I hated when he did that. His ass heard me. I gave him a look, and he groaned.

"Nothing Rob.. don't stress about it." Deciding to let the topic go, I stripped out of tight red dress and grabbed my robe since I had nothing underneath.

"Man Rob who been in here? Don't say ya brother cause you stay complaining bout how neat that nigga is." Oh now he wants to question me about something when he couldn't even answer mines?

"What're you talking about?"

"So you gone try to play me like I'm a stupid ass nigga? Like, I may be a lil slow sometimes, but nah even a rock would figure this shit out." He pointed to the BAPE duffle bag of men's clothes in the corner. Fucking Jaylen... we weren't even in my room.

"A friend of mines.. I swear he's JUST a friend." He shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face.

"That nigga I almost popped, huh?" I began to get quiet. Kai didn't like Jaylen at all, because Jaylen had a smart ass, reckless mouth. I know about Kai's past so I was trying so hard telling him not to do anything to Jaylen and he found that suspect.

"Rob don't get all quiet now.." he snapped as I sucked my teeth. I was trying so hard to prevent this.

"Yes!" Was all I said before he started laughing. It scared me a little bit because I didn't get the joke.

"Really bro? First you defend the nigga and I asked you was you still talking to him and you denied the shit like crazy. We lying now?"

"Why you so tripped out about it? He's just a fucking frien-"

"Fuck you mean why I'm trippin'?" He stood up, towering over me.

"YOU'RE my boyfriend, not him. So why are you making a big deal about me having a fri-"

"Cause I fucking love you, aight?! I ain't bout to be out here looking stupid, if you wanna fuck around with other niggas, then let me fucking know! Cause I swear to god Robyn, if you ever cheat on me." He spat with venom as he got in my face. I swear everything else after I love you went out the window.

"You love me?" He sucked his teeth and sat down on the edge of the bed. Walking over to him, I grabbed his chin and made him face me.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't.. Ion' care if you don't feel the same, hell yea I love you but I don't wanna put myself in this position if you gone continue to play games. Fuck you need friends for? I'm ya friend. You know if I was out here hanging wit mad bitches, you wouldn't like that shit. It's not even just that.. like I could see if the nigga JUST wanted to be friends but it's clear ya got some type of history so why disrespect me like that? You know how stupid that make me look?"

"Kai.. I would never cheat on you nor disrespect you. You treat me like a queen daily, so why would I? He's honestly JUST a friend, but if it bothers you then I will gladly stop talking to him, no doubt. I'm sorry I lied about it, I just didn't want to argue. And it's funny that you say that because.. I love you too baby." I assured him as a smile spread across his handsome face. I did have love for Kai...

"Swear I can't stay mad at yo pretty ass." He grabbed my face and connected his pink plump lips with mine. Kisses were never boring nor dull with Kai.

Trying to be sexy, I got up and seductively walked to my TV and failed due to me tripping over Kai's shoe. "Stop ma.. you already sexy you don't gotta try." He laughed, shaking his head as he laid back on my bed comfortably.

Playing the song Rocket by Beyoncé, I smirked and climbed onto the bed. I swear I was more than ready to give Kai my all.

We kissed for the majority of the night, and because my virgin ass could go all night, he put a stop to it. "Baby, can I? I wanna feel you." he grumbled and that alone made me take my robe off with a slight nod. Nervous as fuck but ready as hell. The song change was perfect for the atmosphere, Beyoncè faded out and Miguel's, Use Me faded in. "Just trust me, Rob."

"I trust you, baby."

"Issa big step, ma." I nodded and pulled his boxers down with my toes as a response.

"Trust me while I take this off

With the lights on, cause it turns me on

If you're nervous, just let me show you

How to touch me, I could teach you."

Since I had nothing on, he began to rub my clit with his eyes glued to me. My eyes were now open to slits as the pleasure continued to build up, this nigga didn't even blink. "Keep ya eyes on me or I'ma stop." I tried so hard to open my eyes but I was right at the brink of cumming all over his fingers.

"What I say?" I felt the pinch in my stomach and right when I prepared for it, it withered away. My eyes shot open and I glared at him. "I'm a man of my fuckin' word. Listen next time, ma." he smirked and I whined under him.

"Relax, you gon' get yours a few times tonight." he started again and I fought to keep my eyelids open so I could watch Kai play with my pool. "You wet for me, baby?" I nodded. All the corny ass quotes from porn I anticipated to recite got caught in my damn throat. "Words, Rob."

"Yes," I moaned aloud, the familiar feeling coming back. This time he actually let it happen, I laid back and tried to relax until I felt his soft ass fingers graze my clit and I shuddered. "Kai." I moaned and tried to move his hand but he slapped it away.

"Wassup?"

"You're making me feel too good, baby, please."

"Please what?" he mumbled, teasing the shit out of me. I moaned softly when he inserted a finger while rubbing my clit at the SAME.DAMN.TIME. "Please what? Huh?" he groaned, dipping down to kiss me, the pace of his finger quickening.

"Please don't stop."

"I don't plan to, mama."

"Oh my God, this feels too damn good."

"Yeah?" he mumbled and I nodded.

"You cool for another one?" I guess he was trying to prepare me since I was still a virgin. "You trust me, right?"

"Baby, I do."

"Aight." he now had two fingers working inside of me and I came almost immediately, but that didn't stop him. He continued to get that certain spot. My spot. It's crazy how my body could just submit to him like this. As my high wore off, his pace slowed down. "You ready?" I nodded. "Don't lie to me, sexy." I smirked.

"I want you to."

He grabbed it and slid it up and down my slit. I grabbed his free hand and latched our fingers together. He held my hand and kissed it, giving me some sense of security, with a look that said, I got you.

Without warning, he looked down to guide his dick into my opening and I winced, closing my eyes tightly. "Kai." I sobbed, snatching my hand from his to put it on his chest. "It hurts."

"Take it for me, aight. Almost." I arhced my neck and he planted soft kisses on it to distract me from this pain. His beard tickling me while my pussy was being stretched gave me mixed emotions. I was a whole ass mess right now. I cried for a few moments until he had full access to all of me. Just like I wanted him to.

We cursed lowly on one another's lips and he thrusted slowly. Whispering to me how much he loved me and how glad he was that I came into his life and on his dick at the moment.

"No more speaking to that nigga behind my back. I got something that he don't. You. I don't want nothing or no one fuckin' that up." He kissed my neck as his strokes became more aggressive, causing me to grip the sheets.

"I promise, babe." I managed to moan out. I was enjoying every bit of this.

[ohsotiny]

You Make This Place Home

I had promised some KakaSaku but this is totally not what I had in mind. Either way, i do hope ya’ll enjoy it!

He could not lose another person. It had taken so much to let anyone back in. Unknowingly, she had slipped through the walls he put up. It was pointless trying to push her out. She brought light into his heart, something that had been lacking for most his life. 

His lungs were screaming, yet he could not force air to reach them. Kakashi had been running for the last three hours, pushing it towards four. Just a little bit longer.

He had just returned from a simple mission and was briefing Tsunade when they got word that a certain Konoha shinobi had peaked the interest of a group of highly dangerous rogue nin, all listed in the Bingo book. Their plan was to abduct her, but who knows what sick, twisted plans they had in store for her. There was no way he was going to sit back and let them take her away from Konoha, from him. He was out of the door before Tsunade could finish her name.

He could not lose another person. It had taken so much to let anyone back in. Unknowingly, she had slipped through the walls he put up. It was pointless trying to push her out. She brought light into his heart, something that had been lacking for most his life. Kakashi wasn’t aware how much he was drowning in solitude. Not until he realized how much he enjoyed her company.

Now that she wasn’t around, he was at a loss as to what he was supposed to do with his time. He had been taking easy mission after mission, trying to kill time but also wanting to be here when she returned. Every couple of months, Tsunade would sent her on a two-week mission to Suna, but somehow this rogue group must have known that she was due back if they were planning to kidnap her.

Kakashi wasn’t one to lose his cool, but if he didn’t focus on making it to her fast, he was certain all hell would break loose. Anyone who got in his way would regret delaying him of his rescue for his best friend. She was strong and certainly could hold her own in a fight. He didn’t doubt her capabilities nor did he think she was weak. If it was anybody else, Kakashi knew his heart wouldn’t be pounding so fast in his chest. It wasn’t just anybody though, it was Sakura.

Pushing his thoughts aside, Kakashi concentrated on the area around him. He had to focus or neither of them would make it back, or worse, he would be too late. Straining to hear the slightest noise, he pushed harder when the sounds of fighting reached his ears. Leaves fell from trees all around as Kakashi detected a small tremor not too far from him now. It was her.

To say he was shocked at the sight before him was an understatement. The entire group of rogue nin laid in the clearing, completely taken down by the twenty-three-year-old shinobi. He counted nine rogues in all, a number he knew for a fact she could handle. Her ability to take care of herself wasn’t what stopped him in his tracks though.

It was the fact that Sakura lay bleeding in the arms of Suna’s puppeteer. The way his hand clung to her body, like she belonged to him, made Kakashi’s heart clench. He could see the affection he felt for her in his eyes. Kankuro obviously had feelings for her, but did she feel the same?

Kakashi followed Kankuro’s other hand slowly brush her hair out of her eyes, lowering his head so she could hear the words he spoke. “Sakura, just hold on a little bit longer. Help can’t be too far off.”

That was his cue. What the hell was he doing just sitting back, watching her bleed to death while some other man soothed her. She could be dying for all they knew. Taking a deep breath, Kakashi jumped from the branch he had been concealing himself in, into the clearing where Kankuro held Sakura in his arms.

“You can explain to me how you let her get hurt this badly on the way. Let’s get going.” Kakashi glowered at Kankuro as he bent down to tie his hitai ate around her leg as a makeshift tourniquet. He scooped the pink haired beauty out of Kankuro’s arms as he nodded his head. Kakashi didn’t miss the guilt go through Kankuro’s eyes, but held back from commenting. He already didn’t like the way Kankuro felt comfortable enough to hold her so intimately.

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They had run at full speed, pushing chakra to their feet for the extra boost and Kakashi knew they were nearing the Konoha gates. Kankuro still hadn’t uttered a word and Kakashi was having a tough time keeping his composure. Feeling his unease, Kankuro let out a deep sigh, turning his faced away from Kakashi.

“She said she could handle it. While I leaned against a fucking tree, Sakura was kicking ass.” Kakashi could see the Suna nin’s inner struggle. Kakashi knew all about blaming yourself when a comrade is down.

Taking another breath, Kankuro continued, “She was about to finish the last one when a kunai was thrown. It stuck her right in the leg, and she was able to remove it.”

He paused before turning and locking eyes with the copy nin. “All that came out of her mouth was poison. And then she passed out.”

That was all the motivation Kakashi needed to push himself the last couple of minutes through Konoha gates, straight to the hospital.

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Tsunade and Shizune had been tending to Sakura for the last couple hours. Kankuro had disappeared for the first half hour but when Kakashi returned from the bathroom, he had found Kankuro waiting for news on Sakura. Apparently, he had sent out a message to the Kazekage that he wouldn’t be leaving Konoha until he knew Sakura was safe.

Kakashi didn’t scare easily. But the thought of losing Sakura made his chest constrict painfully. She was an extraordinary medic, so why hadn’t she been able to remove the poison herself? Why hadn’t she at least stopped the bleeding? All he wanted now was to hear Tsunade assure him that she would be fine.

As if his thoughts summoned her, Tsunade walked through the operation doors towards the shinobi waiting anxiously. A crease of her eyebrows indicated that something was off. When she finally made it to both males, her shoulders relaxed a bit as she took a deep breath.

“You too can relax. She’s going to be fine. She lost a lot of blood but now just needs a bit of time to recuperate. The poison that entered her bloodstream is one of the most advanced I’ve seen in a while. It’s designed specifically against medics.” Pausing, she turned towards one of the windows that aligned the waiting area.

Tsunade noticed the perplexed expression on Kakashi’s face and further explained. “Only another medic could have come up with something like this. This toxin is meant to knock out the injured person if they intent to use any chakra.”

Another medic? They kept a record of who was suspected to be part of the rogue group. As of now, they only knew of one, highly skilled, in medical ninjutsu – Kabuto. Kakashi’s hands clenched in tight fists, turning them white. He had been on the search for that four-eyed freak since the chunin exams.  It infuriated him that Kabuto had been able to evade capture for over ten years.

Kankuro’s next words pulled Kakashi out of his thoughts, taking a dark turn. “They were planning on abducting her. Had I not been there, and had Kakashi not shown up, I’m sure the rogue would have made an appearance.”

“Yes, it seems so. We can move her to an isolated room to rest. They’ll try again. I’ll assign ANBU to guard her, but for now, you two should rest as well.” With that, Tsunade walked back into the operation room to check on Sakura.

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By the time Kakashi had grabbed a bite to eat and showered, the blazing sun had long since set. He knew he had to sleep but his thought kept shifting back to the pink haired medic. It was strange sitting in his apartment without her. She would often show up after her shifts at the hospital and just spend time with him. They would alternate cooking dinner at his house.

She had stopped by to return his favorite Icha Icha book that she had borrowed when she noticed he had nothing in his fridge. Or anywhere in his apartment, for that matter – aside from a box of take out so far gone that they had to open windows to get the smell out.

With that, Sakura had stalked out of the foul-smelling apartment. The silver haired nin thought that was the end of it, until the cherry blossom had stormed back in half an hour later with two brown paper bags, filled with an assortment of food. She had taken it upon herself to make sure he had food in his apartment. It warmed his heart to know that she worried about his health that much.

Looking up at her from his place on the couch, his eyes widened when he realized she was heading to his kitchen. Anyone who knew anything about Sakura knew that she could not cook to save her life.

Rushing in after her, he stood behind her, one arm on her shoulder, and the other scratching the back of his neck, “Ah, that’s very kind of you, Sakura. Since you bought the food, the least I could do is cook.”

When she turned to look at him, her face held the sweetest of smiles. He knew that smile. It was the, you better do as I say or your ass is going to regret it, smile. “Kakashi, please. I would really like to cook. You obviously can’t be concerned for your health if your place is foodless. I suggest you sit and stay out of my way.”

Kakashi had watched her move around in his kitchen until she finally placed an appealing bowl of one of his favorites. Raising an eyebrow at her, he looked in her emerald pools, “Miso soup? This is one of my favorites.”

She was leaning on the other side of the table, resting her chin on her upturned palm. Kakashi wasn’t sure what passed through his ex-student’s eyes, but he was certain it was foreign territory. A gentle smile graced her lips, “I know.”

The entirety of team seven had seen his face long ago, so when he pulled his mask down to eat, she hadn’t reacted any differently. To say that her miso soup was the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted was an understatement. He tried his hardest not to gag as it made its way down his throat. He knew she was gauging his reaction. There was only one thing he could do so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings. He finished the whole thing. “Ma Sakura-chan, thank you so much.”

Had he known she was going to eat as well, he might have thought of something better to say. When she took the first bite, her face scrunched up in disgust. “Geez Kakashi, how the hell did you eat it all?”

A low chuckle escaped his lips, “Let’s make a deal. You join me for dinner every now and then and I teach you a thing or two about cooking.”

He hadn’t meant for it to sound like date, but when he noticed the pink blush covering her cheeks, looking everywhere but him, he wished he hadn’t said anything.

Raising her head after a minute or so of awkward silence, emerald orbs locked with charcoal, “Deal.”

Kakashi had done most of the cooking at first, but after three months, she had picked up some cooking skills that made it possible for them to alternate.

One evening, Sakura had stopped by, looking so exhausted. She looked like she would pass out before he got a chance to get food into her stomach. Luckily for him, he got her fed in record time. She had pulled a double shift and was so tired that anyone could have easily noticed the purple surrounding the bottoms of her eyes.

She found him on the couch after a quick run to the bathroom, patting the seat next to him. He was seated on one side of the couch with the orange coated book in one hand, “Ma Sakura-chan, I don’t know how to say this nicely, but you look awful. You should probably rest a lot more if you’re going to continue overworking yourself.”

He could feel her glaring at him from where she stood, but when he looked up, he caught the long sigh that escaped her lips after biting on her bottom lip.

Dragging her feet, she made her way over to Kakashi on the couch, sitting at first and then placing her head in his lap so she could lay, “You’re right, Kakashi. I’ll just rest my eyes here for a bit.”

The moment he felt her head touch his lap, Kakashi had stiffened. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, just not something he was accustomed to. Pushing the boundaries of his comfort zone, he gently placed a hand on her head, stroking her hair soothingly. Continuing the stroke of her hair, Kakashi placed his book on the side table next to him. He watched the young woman in his lap drift off to sleep as he took in her beauty, not for the first time, and realizing he was doomed.

If they continued their daily routine of dinner after her shift, he was sure to fall in love with her more than he already was. How that was possible was beyond him, but he knew if he shut her out now, their friendship would never be as it was.

Naturally, Kakashi came up with one conclusion; he couldn’t let her find out for he knew she did not feel as he did. His head continued to swirl with thought, but listening to Sakura’s even breathing, sleep called to him. Before he knew it, he fell asleep, one hand on the arm rest and the other, tangled in Sakura’s cotton candy locks.

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Sakura’s recovery had been quick. Kakashi had stopped by to see how she was doing several times. He hadn’t been able to get a moment alone with her. Every time he walked up to her door, he could see Kankuro through the little window on the door. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t even get two minutes with her.

He was about to open the door when he saw Kankuro reach down and hold Sakura’s hand in his. Clenching his fist, Kakashi stormed away from the door, out of the hospital. He missed Sakura pulling her hand out of the puppeteer’s hand, turning her gaze away from him.

Three days later, Kakashi was on his way to the jonin lounge when pink caught the corner of his eye. She was walking with Kankuro towards the village gates. Guess that punk is finally going back to Sunagakure, Kakashi though bitterly.

He continued to watch the pair until they reached the gates. Sakura had her hands behind her back, a small smile on her plush pink lips. Her cotton candy hair had grown to her shoulders and her jade eyes, the eyes that you could look into and they’d tell you exactly what she was feeling.

He began to grow uncomfortable as he realized he wanted Sakura to look at him with the same warmth in her eyes that she was showing towards Kankuro. He watched as the pink haired medic reached up to hug the puppeteer. By the time Kankuro had walked out of the village after placing a kiss on top of her hand, Kakashi was seething.

From where he was standing, he had missed the conversation between the pink haired medic and the puppeteer. She had confessed to Kankuro that she was in love with another man – Kakashi. She would not be able to return the sand nin’s feelings nor would she allow him to continue perusing her. She did, however, greatly appreciate him escorting her back to Konoha.

That was the final straw. Kakashi took to the rooftops and made his way to the training grounds. With the anger boiling within him, the copy nin knew he had to break something, and fast.

Caught up in his rage, Kakashi failed to see Sakura watching him with that warmth he so desperately wanted to experience. He failed to see Sakura’s brows furrow as she took in his clenched fists. He failed to see the look of hurt that was so evident on her face.

Most of all, he failed to notice that she was crazy in love with him.