#but like I'll play ball with it a little I guess since it's been brought up in canon

[revvethasmythh]

An idle thought, really, but I think it's interesting to see fandom latch on the metaphorical interpretation of things like Laudna's relationship with Delilah as a metaphor for addiction or Imogen's psychic powers as a metaphor for either chronic pain or queerness, but there's much less attachment to or discussion of the characters who explicitly, canonically dealt with exactly those things. By which I mean Scanlan's substance abuse, Veth's alcoholism, and even Ashton's chronic pain (which feels like it was discussed much more before it was confirmed canon, and seems to be brought up mostly just as ship fodder these days). I suppose one could argue the devotion to the metaphorical interpretations lies in the fact that it's an interpretation of canon as opposed to being explicitly so, meaning there's more wiggle room to project a personal interpretation onto it. Explicit canon is more concrete, less malleable to the individual viewer. Still, if we're going to talk about addiction now in a metaphorical sense via Laudna, it leads me to wonder if we will see further discussion of the characters who explicitly dealt with addiction (Veth and Scanlan), as opposed to Laudna's purported allegorical version of it

[armpirate]

Did I say I love you? || Jungkook

Bf experience

pairing: idol!JK x fem!reader

w.c.: 6k

Warnings: smut, fluff, breast play, female masturbation, male masturbation, public sex, unprotected sex (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content)

Aprox. time of reading: 26 minutes

Summary: Jungkook didn't prepare that trip with the idea of confessing his feelings, but his heart spoke up before he could control it.

MASTERLIST

Boba ball: Put smthg comfy on today

Boba ball: I'll pick u up at twelve

You were quite used to the special weekend dates you two planned, it was the only thing that made you move throughout the week in a good mood, excited for Saturday ever since Monday kicked in.

Two months back, it was his way to adapt into your life when seeing you in the evenings, after you finished your shift, wasn't enough. Although most of those dates happened usually in either of your places, because even if you liked each other a lot, you knew the risks of going out in public. Maybe that was what pulled you back from actually accepting a date from him the first time he asked you out.

You knew him long before your eyes met at your company's year-end party. His aura was already powerful when you admired him through a screen, but it was completely different when he approached you first, with a nervous smile that you thought he'd never dedicate to you. You knew everything about him before you two went on a first date, but it felt like you were discovering those things for the first time as you heard them coming out of his mouth directly. You knew the superstar, and all the consequences that'd come with it. But you also knew that boy who made dumb jokes that you'd only find funny if they came from him, because his giggles had you smiling immediately after. And with that boy you were head over heels for, you completely ignored those consequences, and were ready to face them as soon as they came.

You frowned, confused when you saw his car parked in front of your building while he waited for you, with his lower back resting against the bonnet.

Jungkook smiled as soon as he saw you doing a little run to him, ready to wrap his arms around you as soon as you stood in front of him. Although you stopped yourself from doing, holding back from also linking your lips together in a small peck, followed by a new one, and a new one, until you moved your head back to look into his sparkly big eyes, when you realized you were out in the open.

"I see you're excited for today" he joked, standing straight in front of you.

"What did you prepare?" you questioned, tilting your head.

"Hmm" he pursed his lips, looking away from you, "Should I tell you or should I let you guess?".

"You won't tell me, right?" your eyes were squinted at him, knowing him for long enough to know that he probably would keep the suspense until he thought it was the proper time to reveal it.

You hopped inside the car after he opened the door for you, seeing him surround the bonnet before he joined you and gave you all those pecks he felt only safe giving you behind the tinted windows of his car.

As he drove, you tried to guess what the surprise could be, taking in consideration the fact that he was wearing comfortable baggy clothes -not that they weren't his usual style, but he also asked you to wear something similar-, and how he brought his car instead of his motorbike.

As time went by, and Jungkook kept driving on different roads you hadn't been in before, you turned to him.

"Are we going on a trip?" you asked excitedly.

"You're close" he nodded, tilting his head while he kept his eyes on the road.

That answer left you confused, trying to think what could be close to a trip, and that'd also require you to leave the city.

"We aren't going camping, are we?" you tried to take a guess, unable to hide the hope for a positive answer with your question.

His hand laid on your knee, squeezing it as he giggled to your reaction "That's exactly what we're doing".

Your legs shook on the spot, before you took off your seatbelt and kissed his cheek out of excitement. You remembered you had mentioned it a week back, while you were watching one of the episodes of the kdrama you started watching together. It wasn't something you gave a lot of importance to, just something you mentioned because it also appeared, and it reminded you of when you used to do it with friends back home. The fact that he took all that information, and turned it into a surprise made your heart squeeze in your chest.

After twenty minutes on the road, Jungkook turned his face at you, giving you a quick smile "Is it a good plan? Or maybe you'd have preferred to stay at home and get some rest?".

"Don't be silly" you squeezed his knee, trying to reassure him that you were the happiest by his idea. "This is the best plan you could've come up with".

Your words only made him smile wider, thinking the corners of his lips would leave his face at any point by how they kept stretching whenever he was around you. It was simple: you made it all better, and seeing you excited and happy only topped that full sensation on his chest that he was feeling in that moment.

He remembered the first time he saw you, and how it all clicked even before you two spoke to each other. He thought that floating sensation that people talked about was only real in movies, but then he met you. Jungkook was convinced that the moment you two made eye contact for the first time, his feet raised from the ground and made him fly exactly where you were.

It was a non-stop need since you exchanged the first words, never getting enough and extending that small talk, that was supposed to last a few minutes, to turn it into a conversation that would only end when he dropped you at home the morning after.

He didn't even think he had that many things to talk about with anyone.

"How's work been?" he asked first.

"Good. It has been a calm week, surprisingly" you scoffed, turning to him. "What about you? How was it like to go back to the routine?".

When you two met each other, Jungkook was enjoying his last few weeks of that improvised break. He had all the time he could think of, and he invested most of it in you as soon as he met you. Calls, texts, quick visits to your company, late night sneaks to take some fresh air, or chill evenings cuddling on the couch... that was what you were introduced to after you started seeing each other after only a few weeks. And right when you were close to growing a deeper connection, he was sent back to reality -almost having him regretting getting back to work.

It still worked out.

You didn't see each other as much, but it was still enough to remind you both of how bad you actually wanted to be next to the other. Even then, your minds were still linked, to the point where the smallest thing would be a reminder of your relationship, or the things the other liked or disliked, the places you could go to together, or the things you could try to eat when you saw each other in the weekend or in those secret and short night outs in the middle of the week.

Jungkook settled everything when you arrived at the place, all while you stayed to the side while waiting for him to need your help. But he'd only turn to you every two minutes to dedicate a gentle smile to you while his nose scrunched, before he turned back to the half assembled tent.

"Are you hungry?" he turned to you with a sided smile, clapping his hands when it all was already settled.

Your stomach squeezed at the mention of food. Even if you two stopped at the resting area to get something for lunch on your way to the beach, your body was already craving for something more than some snacks.

It only took him one tiny move of your head to start walking back to his car and open the truck to get a few bags out. As you looked inside, you could see some meat packages, but also some recipients that you were sure had food inside.

You sighed, aware of all the work it took him to prepare all that for you "You should've told me, I would've prepared or bought something".

Jungkook smiled at you fondly, poking his hands inside his baggy pants. He obviously had the money to buy all the food you wanted in the world, yet there you were again: making it seem like he wasn't and he'd probably go bankrupt after buying a packet of pork belly. Maybe that was what he liked the most about you. It was always with small gestures like the one you just had, with the way you never, in those two months you had been seeing each other, made him feel out of place. You gave him a safe corner, where he was allowed to be himself, to be seen as much more than just the idol.

"If I had told you, there would have been no surprise".

You puckered your lips while smiling, thinking that he definitely had a point with that, but still feeling a bit guilty.

"Don't look at me that way" he chuckled. "I'll let you cook if you want".

"Okay. Deal".

Your upset expression quickly turned into a playful smile as you reached for the camping gas box he had brought along with the bags. Although it'd quickly disappear in a frown when you tried to understand how to get that thing to work.

You looked up to him with a naughty smile, pointing to the pan "Can you do one last thing for me?".

"Five thousand wons" Jungkook answered with a serious expression, offering his hand to you. Your smile dropped at that, feeling your eyebrows slowly turning into a straight line while you looked at him "Or, a kiss".

"Okay" you giggle, motioning him to get that thing started.

It probably was more simple than what you thought if you had only paid attention to it, but your focus was on the way the tip of his tongue peeked through his lips and moved his piercing to care about how Jungkook got that thing to work.

"Done" he sighed, catching you red handed staring at him. "What will you do if it stops working?".

"I'll ask you to turn it on again" you shrugged.

Snorting before he giggled, he bent over you to go for that peck he earned, aiming to go for a second one before you moved your head back.

He was so good at distracting you. And he knew.

As you fought to open the meat package, he saw some of your hair locks falling over your face, turning into something that could bother you to cook -at least until he took his beanie off, putting it on you so your hair wouldn't be getting in your eyes and face.

While you cooked, you could feel Jungkook's eyes on you. It was nothing new from him, but they had a special spark that day. You could feel there was something different in the way he looked at you, but you couldn't quite tell what. You just knew it made you nervous, ending up feeding him every few pieces that were cooked to try to divert his attention from you. But it only had you giggling at him while he chewed on the hot food, exhaling some air while he tried to cool it down in his mouth. And Jungkook wouldn't take long to do the same for you, taking his chopsticks before blowing on the piece so it would be at the right temperature when he offered it to you.

Just like you cooked, Jungkook offered to clean all of the things that were used, singing random verses with his honeyed voice while you just stared at him the same way he looked at you before, unable to believe everything was indeed real, and that special human being allowed you to take a spot in his most genuine and intimate side, which wasn't too far from what Jungkook kept thinking about whenever his eyes laid on you. You fitted together perfectly like puzzle pieces, and you made him feel complete, aware of how there was something missing when he thought he had everything he needed.

Right when you thought he'd sit still and finally join you to enjoy the chilly weather and the beautiful sight, you saw him walking back to his car with the bags, and returning to you with a small bottle and something that seemed like a tiny canva.

Of course his creativity wouldn't relax, not even in that short getaway.

"What's this for?" you took the canva from his hand.

"I'll explain it to you there. Let's go".

Jungkook held your hand tight as you walked into the beach, leaving behind the grassy space you had settled your camping on. You'd have expected anything, but not that he actually wanted to create a memory out of that weekend with you.

It was special, meaningful... and it also meant that he probably saw your relationship as something that could be long-term even if you had been only two months into your relationship.

"Let's put some glue on your hand" he started, holding your wrist to keep your hand stable as he traced a line on each one of your fingers and some circles to mark your palm, "and stick it on the canvas".

"You saw this on TikTok, didn't you?" you teased him, with Jungkook answering shortly with a proud nod.

You knew because you had also seen that video of a couple doing exactly what you were doing.

"It reminded me of you" he confessed with a soft tone. "That's why I picked this place".

You smiled as you followed his guidance, pressing your hand to later help him pour some sand over it. When it was his turn, you tried to make sure you poured the white glue the same way he did, marking the main lines of his big hand before he placed it next to yours.

Jungkook lifted it up with his clean hand once it was done, showing it to you proudly. That was it, apart from all the videos and pictures, that was your first memory together.

Sitting next to each other, you two looked up at the starry sky, while covered with a warm blanket Jungkook just happened to have in his car -and that thankfully he carried with him. Your hands were sneaked under it, intertwining your fingers close, while his thumb traced some nonsensical lines that made your head feel at ease.

"Thank you for today" you whispered, only moving from looking at the stars in the sky to looking at the universe reflected in his eyes.

"Thank you for every day you've spent with me" he answered back, dedicating one of the sweetest smiles you had ever seen on him.

The burning sensation on your cheeks didn't take long to show up, forcing you to move your eyes away to look back at the sky as you fought to control the wide smile that was attempting to appear across your face.

"Hmm, what wish would you make if you saw a shooting star?" you quickly tried to switch the topic.

At first, you thought it'd be a way to change his focus from you to get it back on the sky over you, but it only made his gaze feel heavier on you.

What wish could he make?

He already had everything he wanted and needed, but he still tried to find the answer to your question, going through all the aspects in his life, covering up every corner, and all of a sudden every wish had something related to you. Jungkook didn't want that to end, that was his wish. He wanted to be with you, and he felt the sudden need to know you also felt the same way.

His heart pumped against his chest harder when those thoughts started crossing his mind, trying to order them all in his head to find the best way to say them out loud and getting them to make sense so you could understand.

"That the girl I love says she loves me back".

When you first heard him, you thought that maybe your Korean failed at some point. Could be you misunderstood a word, could be you misplaced the sentence in your head as you translated it. But it didn't seem like it when you looked back at him, finding his doe eyes bigger than usual, filled with that spark you had seen a few times throughout that day.

"I love you" he pronounced each word with the softest voice, holding your hand a bit tighter as he said them. "I know it might be too early, and maybe I'm rushing it, but I really love you. I want to be with you, and have these dates for a long long time. But I also want to be there for you when you need me, and look after you when you feel weak, I...".

"I love you, too".

You couldn't contemplate a universe where you didn't tell Jungkook you wanted exactly everything he wanted. Getting to know him during that time, actually spending quality time with him as you witnessed each and every single one of his facets made all those feelings that you had for him intensify every time your lips touched.

Hell, even your body felt lighter when he only pronounced your name.

His lips felt soft in contrast with the rough metal of his two lip rings when you linked your lips together, sucking on his lower lip before you moved to suck on the top one.

You just wanted everything from him.

"Come here, babe" he whispered, breaking the kiss.

"That chair won't handle our weight" your giggle built a few centimeters of distance as your head moved back.

"It will. Come here" he assured you, letting go of your hand to move the blanket away on his side.

How were you supposed to ignore those big brown eyes when he asked for cuddles?

You held onto the warm cup filled with hot chocolate he made sure to prepare on the camping gas before you could get all cozy.

"Can you say it again this close?" Jungkook asked once you were covered by the blanket while sitting on his lap.

A scoff left your lips at his question, knowing by the look he was giving you that he wanted it to be the second of so many other times hearing those words coming from you.

"I love you" you whispered, kissing his cheek.

"That won't work" his head shook while his lips were pressed together in disappointment. "You can't say those words and kiss me on the cheek. Repeat that, please".

"I love your annoying ass" you repeated, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Wrong sentence, and wrong place again. I can do this all night" he assured you.

His sassy tone made you giggle, trapping your lower lip between your teeth before you spoke again: "I love you".

Jungkook moved his head first, capturing your lips before you could totally lean over to him. It started sweet and gentle, but both of your mouths opened a little wider with every move you made, knowing it probably would be only the beginning of a whole make out session that could last for hours if you wanted to.

Except for the chair underneath you.

You only felt your body losing stability, and a loud gasp announcing the soon landing on the ground before you were actually aware of what happened.

Your cackles could probably be heard from meters away once you both made sure the other was okay, except for the hot chocolate messing up your oversized sweater and staining a bit of Jungkook's hoodie -although it was barely noticeable through the black fabric.

He got up first to help you stand up, holding your hands tight to make sure you wouldn't trip in the process.

"Look at your clothes" his concerned face made you giggle, thinking that he was more worried about it than you. "Change it and wear this".

Your mouth went dry when he took his hoodie off by pulling the neck up, making the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath rise with the fabric and expose his well-marked abs. You could feel your hormones start boiling up with that slight exposure of skin, feeling like you were back in your teenage years when the smallest thing was instantly connected to sex.

It was his power though.

Ever since you started dating, and even if you two tried to assure a normal date, the desire and hunger you felt for each other was always bigger than your willpower. Neither of you ever got enough of it. And that night would be no exemption.

"Babe, what are you thinking about?" he scoffed, looking at your blank expression as you held his hoodie tight in your hands.

But he already knew what was going on through your head. He could easily recognize the way your eyes darkened with some thoughts, and how you instinctively bit your lower lip to suppress them.

"Nothing" you shook your head, trying to get back to reality.

But it was too late to escape your ideas, because Jungkook already had a glimpse of them.

"Let me help you take off your sweater" his eyebrow raised with pettiness, stepping closer to you.

He blew into his hands, rubbing them together to warm them up before he started lifting your sweater slowly, making your body squirm lightly when the reverse of his fingers touched your stomach for the first time. The smirk told you everything you needed to know in that moment: he was going to help you give in to those filthy thoughts that flashed through your mind at the speed of light.

His nose rubbed against yours softly, almost getting your lips to touch as his hand moved dangerously close to your bra.

And you were already lost in him and his touch. With your boyfriend not having to do much more than just move his finger through your torso to have your knees almost shaking, eager for the kiss that would get you to lose your balance.

Before Jungkook could kiss you to let all his intentions be known, you moved your head back while a palm stopped him by his chest.

"Someone could see us" you giggled nervously.

"There's no one around. No one will see us. Don't worry" he assured you with a honeyed tone, rubbing right below the arch of your bra.

You both had tried to be careful with your relationship since the beginning. Barely going out -or showing no affection in public when you did, acting like strangers-, unable to act like a normal couple because the weight of his image was always heavier than your relationship. That, now that you were alone in the middle of nowhere, just lighted up by the fire he started, had you paranoid of someone popping up out of nowhere.

Jungkook was relaxed about it though.

Two of his fingers hooked on your chin, linking your lips together on a sweet kiss that would wash all those worries away, knowing a little bit too well how to get you to focus on him only.

Not even his smile kept you from moving along when your arms wrapped around his shoulders, sinking your fingers in the strand of his short locks as you tried to deepen the kiss. You could feel his mouth opening a bit wider when the tip of your tongue played with his lip rings, asking permission to get through. A gasp was shut down and drank by him when the hand on your torso moved down it until it reached your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks to pull you closer to his body and allowing you to feel the way his bulge started to grow against your lower belly. His hand moved a bit lower, digging in the link between your legs to steal a moan from you, when his fingers teased your pussy over your sweatpants.

You broke the kiss first, pulling from his lower lip, sucking on it, until it freed from your grip with a loud pop sound. Your open-mouthed kisses through his throat and neck, giving attention to every single mole in it, were also in sync with your silky and cold fingertips digging down his t-shirt, hearing Jungkook's groan above you by the contrast with his warm skin. You could feel the way his muscles contracted as you traced down your fingers over them, pulling playfully by the earrings on his left ear to get him to squirm and giggle because of it.

Your clit throbbed when his fingers digged over your clothed pussy "You aren't naked yet, and I can already tell how wet you are" his raspy voice teased you, while his fingers traced circles over your entrance.

"I haven't touched you directly, and I can tell how happy you're to see me by just doing this" you grinded your pelvis against his, feeling how hard and big he already was. "You're in no position to tease me about that".

"Get inside the tent".

You obeyed, taking your shoes off before you crawled inside the tent he settled earlier that afternoon. Before Jungkook could join you and tell you to get naked, most of your clothes were already gone, only having your underwear left. And when he joined you, he was also dressed with only his boxers, kicking his pants inside the text to crawl inside and close the zip.

It didn't take him long to kiss you again, with hunger and neediness, that you easily recognized because it was the way he kissed you whenever you were in that situation, moving his lips dominantly over yours while his tongue fought against yours.

The straps on your shoulders felt loose when he moved his hand through your back, moving the fabric away until it was blocked by your elbows on the flood, although it was just enough to expose your tits.

His tongue moved around your stiff button, almost as if he was preparing you for the moment he moved his flat tongue over it, sending an instant electricity through your spine. While one hand held your back, covering most of it, to keep you arched, his other hand reached to your mouth, moving his thumb in between your lips for you to suck it. He felt every rugosity as it got harder against his muscle, with his dick twitching in his boxers by the way you sucked on his finger.

"You're so beautiful, love" he admitted with a raspy voice, giving a peck in the middle of your breasts. "And you taste so good, too...".

Those last words were almost muffled with his lips enclosing around your nipple, moving his thumb away from your mouth so he could move it around the other one, just like he would have with his tongue, just to later pinch it at the same time his teeth bit on the other to get a loud gasp from you.

Suddenly the straps of your bra were a bother, keeping you stranded from touching him until you took it off completely. Your fingers sank in his hair again, making sure he wouldn't move away from that spot, while your other hand moved back his wide back with a soft caress that almost made him go insane.

Jungkook was too focused on the way you tasted, on the sounds you made, and the way your body squirmed under his, to notice the moment your hand moved to the front and digged in his boxers until your fingers wrapped around him.

The chilly air made you hum when he moved your panties aside, sliding two fingers through your slit until he found your entrance. He slid them into you slowly, until they were knuckles deep into your pussy. The steady in an out pace made your heart a little bit faster, and your mind clouded a little bit more, driving you crazy when he added a thumb on your clit, to tease you back by the way your fingers wrapped a little bit tighter around him whenever they reached his tip.

His fingers curled inside of you, tempting a spot that almost turned your spine into hot tar as he moved them up and down against that sensitive spongy spot, with your legs trembling the longer he went on it.

"Kook..." you tried to warn him.

"I know, babe. Cum on my fingers".

He said those words while his chin rested on your chest, admiring your face as he helped you be teared apart. Jungkook loved seeing how those lovely and innocent eyes went all lustful and dark when he did those things to you. He loved knowing he was the only one who could see you that way.

Your fingertips digged on his scalp, and your fingers set him free as your wrist twisted with the pleasure that ran over you, and took control over your body, when Jungkook awarded you with an orgasm.

You took a few seconds to get back at yourself, looking down at him with hooded eyes and a pleased smile, before you pulled him again for a kiss.

Your bodies moved almost at the same time, reading through each other as you sat on your knees to get rid of the remaining pieces of clothing to be fully naked.

Jungkook dragged you with him, sitting with his legs crossed, while his hands guided you to wrap yours around his body.

"Wait, the condom..." you reminded him, breaking the kiss.

"Fuck, I didn't bring any" he whined, throwing his head back.

"I didn't either" you puckered your lips, holding onto his shoulders. "It's alright" you shrugged, moving your hands up to his neck ", I'm on the pill".

"Alright" he purred, giving small kisses that never fully ended up with him sucking your lower lip.

One of his hands never left your body, always making sure you knew he was there for you, while the other lined himself up to your entrance.

You both moaned in sync when you helped him, lowering your hips slowly to take him in inch by inch, feeling him stretch you out and getting used to him while your walls wrapped around him perfectly.

One hand was supported on his thigh, while the other found some support around his shoulder and neck, finding the perfect stability to start moving the best you could in that position. He dedicated you one sweet smile before you felt attracted to his lips, feeling the need to kiss him even if it'd be interrupted every few seconds by your gasps and moans, or your sudden need to get more air.

"Are you comfortable like this?" he tried to make sure, rubbing his palm on your flexed thigh.

"Uh-hum" you nodded, too concentrated on the way his cock felt every time you dug it back in after lowering your hips.

"You're such a goddess" he caressed your cheek.

Jungkook was the type to do dirty talk whenever you had sex. He loved the blush on your cheeks, or your fucked out face whenever he said something that'd have you slapping his face in any other context. But he also loved showering you with love and praises when the mood asked for it. And that night he only wanted to worship your body, stare at you as you took him in and admire the way your lips parted whenever his tip rubbed over the right spot every few thrusts.

When you opened your eyes, you found him staring at you with that particular look he had given you many times before, making you smile almost instantly. You wrapped your arms around him, gluing your torsos together as you worked on him.

"I love you" he whispered against your lips, moving your locks away from your face. "I'm so in love with you" he repeated, almost as if he indeed wanted to leave it clear for you.

Your answer was interrupted by a sudden moan, before you tried to speak again "I love you, too" you let him know with a high-pitched voice, resting your forehead on his.

Your fingers dented on each other's skin, tried to get ready for the new wave of pleasure as your pulse started racing up and your breaths got heavier and more difficult with every move. There was desperation in his eyes as you looked into them, knowing your eyes were probably reflecting the right same thing with every move you made. His needy short moans almost made you lose yourself, delighting yourself with those sounds and knowing that was one of the few things you'd want to keep hearing for the rest of your life.

Both of your moans turned messier and cracked, while your fast and determined moves turned into arrhythmic and sloppy as all the hairs in your body raised with the new orgasm. And even though you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, spilling his seed, Jungkook held you close and tight, caressing you through the last few and slower moves until you stayed completely still on top of him.

The only things that could be heard in the tent were your shaky breaths, and the fabric of the bed beneath you wrinkling as Jungkook adopted a more relaxed position for his legs.

"Did I already say that I love you?" Jungkook inquired, looking up at you.

You didn't answer with words, but you did answer with a happy giggle and an intimate peck that quickly evolved into a deeper kiss.

The next afternoon, after eating lunch early on the beach, he drove you back home. Jungkook's hand rested on your thigh, while the other kept the wheel controlled, dedicating you a few looks every few minutes just to get to see you smile again.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" you asked, after Jungkook parked his car in front of your building.

"I'd love to" he assured you. "But I have a schedule tomorrow, and I don't want to wake you up earlier than needed. I'll send you a text when you wake up".

He always did.

Jungkook learned your habits the more time he spent with you. So even if he woke up earlier and you weren't together, his good morning message always showed up on your screen at the same time your alarm blasted to interrupt your sleep.

"Don't stay up too late" you asked him.

Although Jungkook gave you an accusing look, reminding you you were always the reason he stayed up later than what he planned first.

"I won't answer your tests after nine. This time I mean it" the threat you just threw at him was probably the biggest lie you had ever told him.

"You will, unless you want me to show up here five minutes later".

And he'd certainly be able to.

"You're so annoying" you scoffed, shaking your head.

"But you love me anyway".

Jungkook had been dying to say that sentence and for it to be true for a long few weeks already. And the fact that he was already able to say it with certainty that it was true made him proud, and you could tell by the way his voice sounded cheerful as he said it.

"I do. That's why I'm telling you to rest well" you repeated.

"I'll try my best" Jungkook assured you.

"Send me a text when you get home" you softly said, leaning over to kiss him.

"I will" Jungkook always did, but you liked reminding him.

After giving him one last peck, you got out of the car and walked to your house. Not without turning to him a few times to wave goodbye at him and manage to see his smile one last time before you close the door to your building behind you. 

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Future Diary "The Live World": Part 2!

(TW: grainy images galore!)

Originally, I was expecting my first post on this topic to be the only one, but I've come across some more interesting content related to this event. More specifically, I've found 9 blog posts about the Future Diary concert from the artists who performed at the event! These artists include the voice actors from the show, Faylan, ChouCho, Nirgilis, and even Future Diary's screenwriter. These blog posts range all the way from details about the concert, to the making of 12th's costume.

Because of how much information and pictures this update will contain, I'll divide it into two parts: this post, which will include the blogs from Yukki's VA, Minene's VA, Faylan and ChouCho (these last two are singers btw), while the next post will focus on the making of 12th's costume, including blogs from 12th's VA and the screenwriter of Future Diary (who was comissioned to make part of the costume).

More information + translations under the cut.

First off, I want to add that there might be more blog posts about this event on different websites and accounts. It's hard to guess how many since most of the older Japanese blog sites are defunct now, meaning I'd need the direct link of the blog to view it on the Wayback Machine. In fact, there is one blog post that I can't add here because it wasn't archived on the Wayback Machine, and it's by Yuno's voice actress: Tomosa Murata. The blog itself is archived, but the entry about the concert is not.

With that out of the way, let's get to the posts that we do have. To start off, we have an Ameba post by Misuzu Togashi, Yukiteru's VA, which reads as follows:

Whenever I thought of this event, I always saw it as a distant future, yet it came so suddenly and ended so quickly… that must be proof of how much I enjoyed it. I want to thank everyone involved in the event from the bottom of my heart: the performers, staff, and above all, everyone who came to the venue and helped create such a great event. Seriously, thank you all! Here’s a little summary of how it all went down…

They brought in so many flowers!! Look, there’s even a flower Yukki! I was so surprised when I saw it!!!!! (@￣□￣@;)!! I loved it～♪ We even received flowers in the dressing room, I’m so grateful for it (sobs).

This is me with Rokugen Alice ((^∇^)) She was so wonderful!! And her basket skirt is so cute ～(;´д｀)

(From left to right) This is Faylan, me, Tomosa-chan and ChouCho. We talked a lot with ChouCho and Faylan in the dressing room, it was so much fun ♪ I was super excited!!!!!!

This is what it means to have a flower in both hands!! Sorry, bad joke… This is Minene (Aizawa Mai), Yukiteru (me) and Yuno (Murata Tomosa). Come to think of it, this is the same line-up as the poster, isn’t it? ♪ And as always, we have to talk about this guy!!

＼(◎)ゞ＜ Twii!! ＜(◎)＞＜ What’s the matter m’lady… don’t I look amazing?? He did it!!

Real 12th balls. (Note: These balls were signed by the cast and thrown to the audience at the end of the concert.)

I am not a loser… I’m anything but!! 12th was certainly the idol of Future Diary!! Thank you for making it so fun!!!

Here’s the cast all together! Kawahara-san (12th), Shiraishi-san (Kousaka), Aizawa-san (9th), Tomosa-chan (2nd) and me!! Thank you for all the help!!!!!

Thanks for coming to support me ☆～°･(ノД`)･°･ I was also able to invite both of my parents this time… I can’t thank them enough for all of their support. All the artists and staff made a wonderful performance, it was so exciting!! I wanted to join the crowd and sing along with them!! I couldn’t take photos of the stage, but the set looked like the Cathedral of Casualty!! It was one surprise after another since we entered the dressing room…  I also felt both like myself and Yukiteru during the concert. I’ve always been easily influenced by the roles I play, but this time, it felt like I was having fun together with Yukiteru all throughout the show…

This was Tomosa-chan’s first concert, yet she did so well!! Thanks, Yuno, I had so much fun!!!!!

It’s oveeeeeeer. It’s oveeeeeeer. I can’t believe it’s oveeeeeeer!! °･(ノД`)･°･ To end this… once again, thanks so much, everyone!!! I hope you keep loving Future Diary for a long time to come!! I wanna do a concert again!!!  Thank you for reading this far. I’m really satisfied with all the photos I took. I hope to see everyone again, after all… We haven’t gone to see the stars yet, have we? So, let’s meet again in the future ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/

Next up, we have the following post from Aizawa Mai (Minene's VA):

This has become an unforgettable day for me. To everyone who came to the event… I could see all of your faces, for the first time, I could see the faces of everyone who loves Future Diary. “Nice to meet you, do I look like Minene?” It’s very scary to stand on a stage carrying the weight of a character so beloved like Minene, especially since I’ll never actually be Minene. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone, so I sang with all my heart. On the way home, I received so many nice comments on Twitter; I was so happy it brought me to tears. My followers always make me cry. Thank you, guys.  I wonder, how many times will Future Diary travel around the world? I’ll follow it wherever it goes. Also, look who I found walking through the dressing room ↓

The costume is so cool (lol) My dream of meeting OLDCODEX also came true! ↓

Oh dear…(lol) Their performance was amazing. And now for the cast ↓

They really helped me calm my nerves. And… My favorite people also came to watch ↓↓

My treasures ↑ That’s right, these are my favorite people. And the people who love me for who I am. There’s no one who can replace people this precious. At the end of the event, Minene said the following: “You are now Minene-sama’s hostages for the rest of your lives!!” If you keep being Minene’s hostages forever… that would make me happy (to put it mildly).

Now, we have the following Ameba post by Faylan (the singer for the second OP, first ED and HAPPY END theme):

It’s over… I’m so sad that it’s over… ・°・(ノД｀)・°・ The long-awaited Future Diary “The Live World” ended today! Ahhh! Thanks to all the people who came! I was so happy to meet the voice actors for Future Diary, it was really exciting! I also got acquainted with all the band members, which made me feel much more carefree throughout the concert ☆ Either way, I had a lot of fun～ Here are a few photos of the concert…

This is what my costume looked like ☆

And and ~ Here are Misuzu Togashi-san, who plays Amano Yukiteru, and Tomosa Murata-san, who plays Gasai Yuno ☆ Plus ChouCho-san.

Yukki!!!! Yuno!!!! I’m so happy to have met these people who I admire so much, I talked to them a lot ~☆ I was so excited!! Haha ε=ε=ε= ヾ(~▽~)ノ And I’m so grateful for everyone who came!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!! I got to sing the encore we made for the concert called “HAPPY END!” The background video we used was also made specifically for the concert! It was so touching ☆ Imagine a Future Diary… what-if! A what-if! I’m just hoping they make another installment (but that’s my own selfish wish…).  I wish I could be a part of it again… I know it would make me so happy. That’s how much I love this series ☆ I’m sad that the concert is over now, but… I promise I’ll try my hardest to get involved in more projects like this lol. I’ll try my hardest!!! Lastly, here’s a photo of my fellow Fay’s ☆

Thank you for all your hard work (｀・ω・´)ゞ

An interesting piece of information from this post was that the HAPPY END theme was made specifically for the concert, and first unveiled here as well, similarly to how the third OP was also unveiled at this event.

Next up is the following Ameba post by ChouCho (the singer for the 7th's theme and Yuno's second theme):

On Sunday, I performed at the “Future Diary The Live World” concert at Shibuya-AX. I sang “7th Heaven” and “Happy Fate”.  It was my first time singing both of these songs live, so I was really nervous (��Д＠； But I’m glad that the audience was so kind. I wore black to match the image of Future Diary ♪ 

The blouse is from Jill Stuart and the skirt is from LANVIN en Bleu. After the show, I took photos with Faylan-san, Yukki’s VA, Misuzu Togashi-san, and Yuno’s VA, Tomosa Murata-san!

!!!

I was shocked when he walked into the dressing room (　 ﾟ ▽ ﾟ ;) I’ll also be performing tomorrow at an event in Nagoya! I’ll be performing some new songs live, so I’ll try to do my best o(^▽^)o

There are three other blog posts which are worth including, but I'm not going to translate them since they don't share any insights into the concert, rather basic event details (performing artists, conditions for the ticket sales, etc.). These posts are from Minoru Shiraishi (Kousaka's VA) , Nirgilis (the band that performed MurMur's theme) and a second post by ChouCho.

Stay tuned for part 3 :DD

[eventinelysplayground]

Near Eternity.

This is the epilogue for my previous fic A Little Nudge, it was also the highest voted NSFW for my recent badly described WIP Poll. I pull a bit from Leonardo's route as well as his proposal and wedding events but as always don't have to have read them to enjoy this fic. Mitsuki wakes up after Leonardo bit her craving not blood but something else. WC approx 2065, this fic is NSFW so minors DNI. Thanks again to @yanderepuck and @fang-and-feather for putting the idea for these fics in my head and to @onegianthotmess for being interested in the idea and then loving the drama I wrote 😄.

I guess it's true what they say, your life really does flash before your eyes when you die.

The memories all played through her mind like a dream or movie of her life working their way up until that fateful afternoon.

Did you know, it's the second largest painting in the Louvre?

Pardon, Monsieur?

I knew it. This earring belongs to you.

That first kiss.

Don't try and stop me, vampire! I'm not going to become your next meal!

…You're not hearing me.

That first night of passion.

If you're going to grow even better at my side, what am I supposed to do?

You're the genius. You could start by kissing me though. I liked that a lot. In fact…I want more.

The day he proposed.

I'll say it one more time. Are you prepared to stay with me forever? … Are you prepared for me to love you for the rest of your life? And are you prepared to marry me?

Their wedding day.

But I feel like meeting you was a miracle. The odds that you and I would have ever met were astronomical, and yet here we are together. So I don't mind asking God for a little help…

And every day in between or since right up until the night of the ball.

I bet it was those eyes of yours.

Pardon me?

I was just musing what would have attracted Leonardo to you first.

Are you a friend of Leonardo's?

An 'old' friend, yes. I must say I was a bit surprised when I heard Leonardo got married. I suppose though it's not like it's for eternity or anything, really it's a much bigger deal for you than him.

I…

You don't need to say anything, not to that anyways. Comte introduced the two of did he not?

Yes he did.

By accident surely?

I suppose you could say that.

I didn't think it would have been by design. He's not really that generous, regardless I must thank him later. Have you always made a habit out of staring at people as you are me?

I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to.

It's fine, such emotion in your eyes. A man could have quite a bit of fun with you, and with that scent of yours…Tell me something, just how happy are you with a man like him? I'm certain there are other men, some even in this room that would do anything to make you happy for near eternity.

I'm very happy with Leonardo.

Well if you're happy just being a distrazione momentanea who is anyone to tell you differently.

Excuse me?

Cesare.

Ahh Leonardo…

That memory was so lifelike and it engaged all her senses from the music playing to the familiar scent of Leonardo's cigarillos clinging to his clothes.

Maybe because this all happened just before his bite? I know lately it's been harder for him to maintain control, he's been raking his fangs over me so often now. If I'm being honest with myself I was sad each time it ended in nothing, I wonder when exactly I stopped being afraid of it and started wanting it?

Mitsukis thoughts were interrupted by the last of her memories and they were even stronger yet, like she had been brought right back to those moments.

The way he kissed her, the feel of her silk dress being pulled off her body. The warmth from Leonardo's hands as he touched her, the softness of his lips on her thigh and the skillful touch of his fingers inside her. She was feeling every bit of it all over again, her senses overloading her with the vivid sensations but the most intense of all was the memory of his bite. The pain followed by waves of pleasure and a surging heat, it had been blissful and even just its memory was reigniting the fire within her for him as she opened her eyes.

Mitsuki blinked and looked around Leonardo's room which was bathed in the rich colors of sunset. At some point he had dressed her in one of his shirts and she took a deep breath of his familiar scent.

Just how long was I out for?

“A few days now, you looked so peaceful. I wasn't expecting that.”

Mitsuki turned towards Leonardo's voice as it answered her unasked question. His voice was strained and she knew he had been worrying about her all this time so she gave him the biggest smile she could as she sat up.

“Leonardo.”

“I've been waiting to see that smile.”

“I didn't mean to make you wait so long.”

Mitsuki gave Leonardo a playful pout and he chuckled, reaching out to cup her cheek. As soon as she felt his touch a current of pleasure ran through her and she couldn't help but gasp.

“What's wrong cara mia?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I'm fi-”

Mitsuki bit her lip, halting her words. Leonardo had moved his hand from her cheek down her neck and out along her shoulder leaving a burning heat in its wake.

“Leonardo…”

His name fell from her lips like a desperate plea, he hesitated only a moment before leaning in and kissing her gently. When they pulled away from each other she saw him searching her gaze. Whatever he was looking for he found it quickly because his eyes lit with a sudden fire and he pulled her to him for another kiss.

This kiss was fierce, consuming and he nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth causing her to let out a moan. As soon as her lips were parted his tongue pushed its way in claiming every inch of her mouth as its own. She grasped at his chest for balance as she greedily returned his kiss, her tongue twining around his as she increased the pressure from her lips.

Their kisses came to a halt only long enough for Leonardo to lift Mitsuki into his lap. Once she was settled he slowly ran his rough hands under the shirt she was wearing. They trailed slowly over her hips for a moment before one hand traveled down firmly grabbing her ass while the other traveled up her stomach to her breast, his thumb running over her nipple until it hardened beneath him.

Soon their storm of kisses broke again and she used the opportunity to slowly strip off the shirt she was wearing. Normally she was shy but not now, she held his fiery gaze not wanting to look away. Kisses rained down upon her neck and collarbone and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his lips lower leaving red marks in his path until he reached the swell of her breast where he'd bitten her.

He paused momentarily bringing his other hand up and running his fingers along where his bite marks would have been just days ago. He tenderly kissed the spot as his hands massaged her breasts. She arched into his touch and let out a soft moan as he rolled one nipple between his fingers. She was quickly becoming undone and tightened her grip around his neck.

She felt like clay he was molding into whatever form he desired. He kept fondling her breasts and teasing her hard nipples between his fingers until she was on the edge from that alone and she rubbed herself against his thigh desperate for any friction. Her relief was short lived though as Leonardo grabbed her waist and held her still as soon as he felt her moving. He kissed her nipping at her lips with his fangs and she whimpered at the echo of the intense pleasure she had felt when he bit her. He deepened their kiss as one hand slid down between her thighs running his fingers over her wet core.

His fingers trailed along her core and inner thighs coming oh so close yet oh so far to where she wanted them most. She tried to move her hips to guide his fingers but his one hand still held firm on her hip keeping her in place. The combination of overstimulation to her breasts and lips and lack of it where she wanted it most was driving her mad. She also felt a severe burning in her throat and before she knew it she was biting Leonardo's lower lip with her fangs. The taste of his blood was sweet but she had barely begun to drink before she found herself tossed onto the bed.

“Careful with those cara mia, we're both already at our limits.”

Mitsuki watched Leonardo strip as he spoke and once he was done he was pulling Mitsuki back onto his lap.He captured her lips in a passionate kiss and she licked the remnants of his blood from his lip. His hands no longer held her still instead they roamed over her body coaxing and teasing cries of pleasure from her lips. One hand came to rest on her back while the other once again slid over her soaking wet core, his fingers running over her sensitive nub made her buck into his touch.

Their kisses continued as he moved his skilled fingers slowly away from her nub and into her warmth. His fingers danced inside her as his thumb applied pressure to her most sensitive spot. She bucked more into his touch as she felt her climax coming closer. The wet noises his fingers made as they moved were drowned out by her muffled cries from being brought to the edge once more. After all the teasing she knew there was only one way to get her release.

She was panting heavily into their kisses and Leonardo knew exactly what her body craved. He slowed down his movements before slowly withdrawing his fingers from her heat and bringing them up to his lips. They were dripping wet from her and he licked them clean as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, the long awaited sensation of him inside her was almost too much and still not enough at the same time. He brought his now clean fingers to her lips and she sucked on them hard while taking her fangs across them. Leonardo let out a low groan before he pulled his fingers back and sealed her lips in a fevered kiss.

She moved herself up and down his length slowly at first as they kissed but when that didn't provide the relief she wanted she picked up her pace. She was moving quicker now and sliding him further in with each movement. His hips joined her rhythm and before long every part of their bodies was in sync. He thrust as deep into her as he could get while he pinched her nipples and his fangs nipped at her lips. Their kiss broke and he thrusted even faster, harder as she cried out his name and her walls tightened around his throbbing cock.

Her head fell forward onto his shoulder and she placed a hand on his chest to steady herself and that's when she felt his heart beat. His heart had always beat differently to hers as if marking the differences between them but now his heart was beating in time with hers. She lifted her head up and looked into those eyes she loved so much as she took one of his hands and placed it over her own heart. After a moment Leonardo's eyes went wide and he smiled at her as he toppled them backwards onto the sheets.

They held each other and talked for a while Leonardo filling her in on what had taken place.

“So was the whole mansion in on Comtes plan then?”

“Seems like it. Listen Cara Mia, Comte may know how to push me but in the end it was my choice and I never want you to think otherwise. Even without his meddling it was-.”

“I know Leonardo. Our love has changed from how it used to be, it's so much deeper now.”

Mitsuki felt Leonardo's lips brush against her forehead and she turned in his arms to look up at him.

“What am I supposed to do with you?”

“You're the genius. You have near eternity to figure it out now though, but... you could start with a kiss.”

Mitsuki smiled up at Leonardo as their lips came together in a sweet kiss, their hearts continuing to beat together.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #175

I don't have enough sleep. I was up a bit too late last night, listening to a friend vent about various things. It was good and I regret nothing, but still my brain is a little wobbly today. That's also fine. I am looking forward to going to bed, though.

…I get to sleep in a nice, warm, safe bed. You haven't slept in a bed in a long time, right? Not since "that time", as you had once put it, yeah? I feel sad in response to that; how many years has it been for you? I wonder…

…Well. If you find yourself in my neighborhood, we have extra beds. The one in the art room is nice and big, and obviously you could have it all to yourself. It's got nice pillows and warm fluffy blankets and a giant fuzzy orca plush named Bubbles if you need something to squish. And no one would bother you, except for maybe our cats, because they like new people and they would likely demand scritches. Our cats would probably like you a lot, actually…

I made a tea today. This time, it was black tea mixed with mint tea and little bits of crushed peppermint candy. The swirls propagated quickly from the tea ball - almost too quickly to capture them!! But I mostly managed:

It resolved into a lovely ruby red color that was fascinating to watch the cream swirl through:

I went to therapy today because it's Tuesday. But since M's car had to be taken to get repairs due to engine coolant problems, and J's car is a manual transmission that I cannot yet drive, J had to get me to the building an hour early, and then I ended up needing to stay there for two hours after therapy was done with. But I don't mind; I brought a book that's all about OBEs and I read up to page 149 today, which isn't bad out of 358 pages. I dunno if anything will come of it, but I don't mind trying to find out.

I took a nap shortly after I got home. I tried some of the things I learned from the book, and I was surprised to find that my body felt weird and tingly and kinda wobbly, but nothing happened because I ended up falling asleep instead. I was probably too tired. Oh well.

When I woke up, J asked me to accompany him to some meeting that involves people who are into airplanes. It was a cute enough place, and the people seemed friendly enough, and one of the older ladies there recognized my Eevee hat because she plays Pokémon Go. I directed her to some of my favorite games (Let's Go, and Scarlet) and to a few of my favorite movies (The ones with Mewtwo and the one with Entei).

On the way home, I got a couple pictures of the sunset for you; I hope you'll like these:

...Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like sunsets? Or do you like the dawn better? Maybe someday you'll tell me; if it turns out that you like dawn better, maybe I'll start getting up early so I can take pictures...

...My brain is soup and I don't have a whole lot more to write about. So I'm going to end this one here. Maybe I'll go to bed early. Or maybe not. I guess we'll see...

I love you. I'll write again soon. Please stay safe...

Your friend, Lumine

[spahhzy]

Corner Pocket. 1# Lagging.

'The game of billiards has destroyed my naturally sweet disposition' Mark Twain.

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"Do I have to?" Groaned Jaune in annoyance as Sun, Neptune, and Ren all dragged him to a local bar.

"Yes, dude, ever since the breakup with 'she-who-will-not-be-named', you've one been slacking on the gym, and two been cooped up in your room for months" explained Neptune as Jaune just sighed in annoyance.

"C'mon guys, I'm not sad anymore, I'm over it, really!" Jaune said, trying to find a way out of this little trip.

"That's a lie. You've been watching 'Your lie in april', 'plastic memories' and Wolf Children' in that exact order mind you, and you've been watching it on repeat for those months you stayed in your room" Ren said as Jaune just glared daggers at his best friend.

"Thanks, Ren. I truly appreciate it" Jaune said sarcastically.

"Always happy to help,"

"Come on, Jaune, have some fun and have a little to drink, and play some pool," Sun said as Jaune just sighed, seeing no way out of this just nodded.

Sun and Neptune cheered as Ren gave a small smile.

'Eh, this might not be too bad'

-Juniors Bar-

'This freaking sucks!' Was Jaune first thought as he looked down at the pool table.

"Dude, you freaking suck at pool," chuckled as he pointed to the bottom right pocket before sinking in the 8ball.

"You didn't sink any of the solids at all," commented Neptune a little amazed.

"I pocketed the cue ball at least..." Jaune said lamely as he held his head down.

"That's not a good thing, Jaune," Ren said to him, and Jaune nodded lamely.

"I know Ren...I know" Jaune told him as he reached for his glass of soda and taking a dip.

"We just need to get you some practice. Get your bridge and stance down, and you'll be pocketing 8balls in no time!" Cheered Sun as Jaune racked up another round.

"Alright, Nep, you're up, I think I'll go get me another drink Jaune said, waving an empty glass around as Neptune hopped off the stool and grabbed his pool cue from the rack.

"Get me a shot glass of bourbon, would you Jaune" asked Ren and Jaune raised his eyebrow.

"Bourbon? You?" Jaune asked and Ren shrugged.

"Nora has been expanding my alcohol horizons." Jaune shook his head and smiled. That was Nora, alright.

Jaune left the trio and walked up to the bar as Junior was standing by.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite blonde, how are you?" Junior asked, and Jaune shrugged as he sat on the stool.

"Eh could be better, but I'm not complaining, I guess," Jaune told him before asking for another soda and a shot of bourbon.

"Yeah, last I saw of you, you got hammered, but luckily, instead of smashing up the place, you sang sad love songs," Junior said as Jaune just blushed in embarrassment.

"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me," Jaune told him as Junior smiled.

"No problem, buddy." before handing him his soda and shot glass.

Jaune nodded to him and left a small tip before taking the drinks and heading back to the table.

"Here ya, Ren," Jaune said, handing him the small glass as Ren nodded, taking it before downing the liquid.

"Didn't get one for yourself, Jaune?" Asked Neptune and Jaune just shook his head.

"Last time I drank, I was singing songs, I think I'll pass," Jaune said as Sun patted Jaune on the back.

"Jaune, come on, it's been quiet awhile since 'she-who-will-not-be-named' did what she did. Don't you think it's time you get back out there and try again?" Sun said, and Jaune just stayed quiet, staring at the empty cup in his hands.

Jaune stood up from his stool and walked away from the trio, Neptune hit Sun on the back of the head as Ren just sighed.

Jaune made his way back to the bar counter.

"What do they know...it's not like they were cheated on" he grumbled as he sat back to the bar stool.

"Another coke?" Junior asked, and Jaune just nodded handing him the glass.

"Hey Junior, you think it's time I...I don't know hop back into the dating scene?" Jaune asked and Junior brought him a drink.

"Why are you asking me?" He questioned, and Jaune just shrugged.

"Maybe I want an answer from another opinion" Jaune said as Junior chuckled.

"Jaune, you have been a good customer to me and a friend, I think you do deserve happiness, but only when you are ready," He told him, and Jaune thought on those words.

Maybe Sun, Neptune, and Ren are right.

He shouldn't be mopping about for months on end. What happened happened. All he can do now is move on forward.

"Thank Junior," Jaune said as he downed his soda, too quickly, as the cold drink gave him a brain freeze.

Jaune turned to leave with new vigor, but before he made way, he heard gasp and whispers.

Turning his head, his eyes widened as walking right past him was a very beautiful woman. Her eyes were two tones, pink and brown, matching her hair.

The hypnotic way her hips swayed kept him mesmerized as she passed by him, carrying a parasol with her before meeting two girls, whom Jaune recognized as Juniors hired help, Melanie Melitia Malachite.

The beautiful lady put her parasol on the table, a pool table, and with a twist of the handle she pulled out...a pool cue?

"H-hey Junior, who's she?" Jaune asked as he pointed to the mystery woman.

"Oh her? That's Neo, " Junior said as Jaune nodded, looking at her.

" oh boy, dont do it, Jaune," Junior said.

"Huh, do what?" Asked Jaune, and Junior just shook his head.

"Dont go up to her, It's best if you let this one go," He said to him.

"Why?" He asked and Junior sighed.

"From my understanding, she got out of a nasty relationship, so i think she isn't even looking for something serious if anything at all," Junior explained, and Jaune looked down, understanding what he meant.

"Thanks, Junior, once again." Junior nodded as Jaune gave him another tip before walking back to his friends table.

"Hey guys, imma head back home" Jaune told them as Ren was currently playing a game of 9ball with Sun.

"You sure, buddy?" Neptune asked, and Jaune nodded "Yeah man thanks for taking me out. It was fun. I mean, it, see you guys later Jaune said as he grabbed his coat off the wrack.

Jaune walked to the exit but gave a quick glance to that beautiful woman, Neo, who was in the middle of an 8ball match. He watched as she stepped forward and lined up her pool cue with the cueball, aiming her shot just right she hit one of the stripes and sank it into the left side pocket. She turned her head just briefly and made eye contact with Jaune before giving him a wink. As Jaune just blushed, she returned to her next hit as Jaune walked out the door red in the face.

Steeling his nerves, Jaune smiled, feeling a small warmth pile on him.

Neo, huh?

[coordinatorsunny]

Intro

Hello! My name is Sunny☀️ and I use she/her/they/them pronouns. I am a pokemon trainer and and and up and coming coordinator living in Hoenn. I'll mostly post my stuff about the hoenn league, pokemon contests, pokemon or just some random stuff.

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I have been living in Hoenn for my entire life here so if you have any questions about the region you can ask me! The history, culture, pokemon that lives there anything!👍

I was a huge fan of watching pokemon contests on tv and admired the coordinators performing on stage so that's what inspired me to become a coordinator.

I also learning about pokemon on @quillpokebiology blog. You should check them out there really awesome!

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Also please talk to me I'm really lonley🥺

My team

My mom was a pokemon rescuer and she would adopt them when I was little so my childhood was involved with a lot of pokemon and basically loved pokemon ever since I was a little baby :) Some of the pokemon I had were given to me on my birthdays and some of them I caught in the wild when I was 10 thanks to my dad teaching me (he's a pokemon professor btw). Thanks mom and dad!

But anyways here's my team!

Phoenix the Blaziken ♂️

Move set: Flamethrower, Blaze Kick, Stone edge, Thunder punch

I had Phoenix ever since he was a little pokemon egg. My mom rescued the egg from a forest fire and knew when the egg hatched it wouldn't be able to survive because the eviorment got destroyed and couldn't find it's mother so she brought it home and later hatched into a Torchic. Me and Phoenix are really close and he helped me a lot during the gym challenges. He sometimes acts like a older brother figure to the rest of my team and is really nice, patient and smart!

Siren the Milotic ♀️

Moveset: Hydro Pump, Bubble Beam, Disarming Voice, Aqua Ring

I got Siren from a pokemon breeding center after I got my first gym badge. She's quite shy but loves it when I groom her. She also hates it when she get's dirty but is sweet nonetheless.

Cloudy the Altaria ♂️

Moveset: Mist, Dazzling Gleam, Dragon pulse, Draco Meteor

Cloudy was a present I got from my mom when I was 9 years old. He was a swablu at the time. He's really energetic and loves to play so he's really productive. But sometimes he can be gremlin and loves to bother my other pokemon just for fun.

Aurora the Gardevoir ♀️

Moveset: Prismatic Laser, Energy Ball, Physic, Light Screen

I caught Aurora when she was a Kirlia back when I was on my way to the 3rd gym. I managed to complete the gym in one sweep thanks to her. (She's one tough cookie!). Aurora acts like a older sister to my team so she gets along with them very well. But she doesn't tolerate Cloudy's antics and scolds whenever he does something stupid.

Apollo the Absol ♂️

Moveset: Shadow Ball, Dark Pulse, Ice Beam, Swords Dance

Apollo was another pokemon I got from mom as a present on my 11th birthday. I always gushed about having an absol because I thought they were so cool. I didn't know what to name him so my dad recommended the name Apollo. Apollo also helped me a lot on my gym challenges so I'm really grateful for that. I knew that Absol's dislike fighting so I only used him if my other pokemon had fainted and he was the only one left and mostly use him for contests. Apollo is a bit more reclusive than Siren but still he's nice!

Angel the Sylveon ♀️

Moveset: Fairy Wind, Attract, Swift, Moon Blast

Last but not least Angel! I got Angel when she was an eevee. Poor thing was bullied by a bunch of mightyena so I drove the pack away with Phoenix and Aurora. I guess I got my 'helping pokemon' genes from my mom. Since then she started to follow me everywhere and I didn't wanted to leave the cute thing alone so I decided to catch her! Since then I have been taking of her with proper care, love and attention and then she evolved into sylveon and gotten much stronger. Like her name suggests she is a huge sweetheart and loves to be productive❤

Other:

Via the Shiny Beautifly ♀️

Moveset: Shadowball, Pollen Puff, Silver Wind, Morning Sun

This is Via our newest member of the pokemon peforming team! She is sooo beautiful, precious and I caught her last week! She is a bit shy and not much of a battler like Apollo but a kind-hearted darling♡ I am going to take good care of her!

Well that's all! Also I really have to thank the power of friendship for the evolving Angel into a sylveon!!

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-We all have different opinions about something related to pokemon like 'this pokemon is the best or this pokemon is not the best'. So please respect each other's opinions even if we don't agree.

That's all!

[tarnishedinquirer]

Case: The Roundtable Hold

I was half expecting Melina to come with me, but I arrived here alone.

Can't say it made the best impression. Whole place had an air about it. Like gathering at the mansion of a dying relative, one whose fortune was lost decades ago and only the house remains. Not enough servants to keep a place this big from going to shit, and none of your cousins would ever stoop so low as to picking up a broom and trying to straighten things up.

Hrm. That hypothetical got a little too specific to be anything but a memory.

Central hub

The centerpiece was a massive Grace on the titular table. Instead of the piles of bark that I've gotten used to, the base was a bunch of weapons, though they still seemed to be sprouting roots. On closer inspection, it was all one solid hunk of metal. Even the "roots" were cast.

A replica of some historical event, perhaps?

The main area was a large circular chamber with statues and a fireplace. Along each wall were alcoves containing real weapons, probably long past the point of repair. Brought to mind the alcoves in that catacomb, like whoever did this was symbolically burying war itself. Maybe they thought the death of war was the same thing as peace.

I'll do all the profiles later, so here's just an overview of my interactions.

Gideon Ofnir seems to be the de facto leader of the Roundtable Hold. Must be important, since the voice mentioned him while I was dead. He offered only the most cursory of greetings before making sure that I knew my place. Sure, I'll play ball. You can be king trash of garbage mountain if you want.

Brother Corhyn is an itinerant monk. Seems friendly enough, but a bit too blind to his faith. I mean, he literally wars a blindfold, but there's gotta be some holes in that thing. Offered to teach me Incantations, but if I ever had faith, I'd lost it long ago.

Diallos is a dandy in the worst way. Handsome, noble, and completely useless. That armor of his had better have a hell of an enchantment on it, since it looks about as flimsy as filigree. He asked me if I'd seen his lost servant, but I guess the thought of looking for her himself never entered his pretty little head.

West Wing

Two wings extended off the central room. The west wing was mostly inaccessible to me, with two chambers blocked off. Guarding one of the doors was an...individual who didn't offer their name and I'm not even gonna guess at their gender. Their armor looked to be made out of hardened pitch, with bones embedded in it.

They didn't speak a word, just silently judged me for even being here. I decided not to bother them and left.

East Wing

This one had more activity. First thing to note was a monstrous blacksmith, hammering away at a pile of weapons. Introduced himself as Hewg. I asked him about the chains and he said flat-out that he's a prisoner, and I guess that's something we both understand. He that he said he's fine being a prisoner as long as he doesn't have to think about, "The terror of her." Now that's interesting. Wonder who he's talking about?

The side room had been converted into a sumptuous boudoir. Its sole occupant seated expectantly on a soft bed. She introduced herself to me as Fia, and I recognized the name immediately. Between my death and revival, the voice had singled her out as important somehow. She invited me to sit beside her and, well...I'd better move on.

A staircase led to a storeroom below, but I couldn't progress any further. One of those gargoyle statues barred my way, and I still don't have a key.

At least they gave me a clue. The one in the tomb had two empty slots, this one has just one. The other imp statue has a small, daggerlike object stuck in its head. Made entirely of the same stone as the statue, but clearly a distinct object. At least now I know what I'm looking for. I'll keep an eye out for any "sword keys."

The last area is a small balcony overlooking a grand entrance hall. I'm sure there's a way down there, but couldn't see one from here.

I'm calling this one a case file because there's too much mystery to do otherwise, even if I'm not sure what it adds up to yet. Too many closed doors here, and I've gotta find a way to open them.

Questions:

Why did the voice single out Fia?

Who is Hewg afraid of?

What's the skull knight's deal?

Where is Diallos's servant, Lanya?

Where IS this place, anyway?

[coridallasmultipass]

Has Dirk ever actually eaten steak?

(TW casual animal death I guess, sorry)

Okay, so this is a total shitpost idea I had last night on Tweeter and I said I'd make it a post here, so I'm following through. Bear with me, because if I jump past my thought process, I'll probably sound like a total maniac for even imagining this.

Let me back up.

I was thinking about Dirk (a normal occurrence). Then I start thinking about Nepeta, since they have the same Aspect. And then I start thinking about Tavros' cat allergies. So then I circle back to Dirk, since Dirk has obviously never seen a cat in person before, and therefore has no built-up immunity to cat dander, and would definitely be hella allergic. (Also, it's been my headcanon since, like, the dawn of time, that Dirk would have a shit immune system when it comes to humans, on account of never being around another person in his life, and he probably gets super sick upon meeting up with people in person for the first time.)

Back to the steak quote. Dirk has obviously never eaten like, actual steak from a cow before. Cows probably don't even exist anymore, outside of maybe a scant few super high elevation places on the other side of the globe. He probably wouldn't be able to digest it well regardless, since he's never had red meat. Dirk says he fishes, and he's obviously got seagulls around, so that's probably also on the menu (besides the super expired canned and dry ration shit left behind), and it's as natural as eating chicken is for everyone else (cough chicken of the sea joke cough), and he assumes that's what chicken is supposed to taste like, which leads to a hilarious spit-take for his first time trying actual chicken.

Moving forward to post-game. We're gonna set this scenario inside a neat little anime beach episode setting where everyone is happy and alive, because that makes it hilarious. Everyone's having a chill day at the beach. The seagulls presumably pester everyone who has a shiny bag of chips in their hands. People are playing volleyball. It's lunch time.

Dirk is looking at the seagulls eyeballing his bag of chips like, "Man, these guys are so dumb, watch this." And he calls a seagull over because he knows how to call them in a way they immediately trust him, and just... kills it quickly, and goes, "Alright, that was easy, let's start the barbecue, guys."

But there's a pall that's fallen over everyone. The beach ball blows past like a tumbleweed. Everyone's* mouth is agape in pure horror.

Dirk looks at the seagull in his hands. And back at the group. And he's like, "This is another one of those things I needed to deprogram, isn't it."

Everyone is whispering like, "What the fuck..." But to make things worse, Jade declares that there needs to be a funeral for the seagull, because literally no one else there is okay with eating it (and no one told Dirk beforehand, but someone already brought store-bought and pre-seasoned chicken for the barbecue, which doesn't make sense to him because it's not even fresh, aren't you supposed to have like a 'catch of the day' type of thing? Someone has to tell him that that only applies to fish, however arbitrary that seems). And Dirk has to stand there, living the most embarrassing moment of his life, keeping his cool, while perfectly good seagull meat is being lowered into the ground. People build a fucking sand castle memorial.

Jade like, gives him a hug like, "It's okay, Dirk, you didn't mean to do it." And Dirk has to bite back a 'Yeah, I kinda did mean it. This is stupid, and if anything, even worse to waste its life for nothing.' But he has enough self-awareness to know when to at least keep his mouth shut to prevent further damage.

He never could get over how weird chicken actually tastes, it's like fluffy and weird and doesn't even fit the theme of a beach party.

*everyone, except Jake and Nepeta/Davepeta, is completely scandalized at the image of Dirk just snapping a seagull's neck like it's nothing. They still wouldn't eat it, but they at least don't think he's a murderer for doing it.

[kittyplushy]

Oh oh my, part 2(!). No one keeps photos of me.

Lest they're hidden in the crevices of one's mind.

"Do you think Cinderella left her shoe on purpose?"

We were on the floor one night, listening to movie soundtracks on the turn table. Julianne came home from the city splurging on a few records- The Muppet Movie, Simon & Garfunkle, and Cinderella. She bragged about finding them in a charity shop near the bus stop. After placing on our music for the night, she spread out her collection of storybooks, looking at the illuminated illustrations in awe. Her eyes fixated on the scene if the princess dropping her glass slipper. I wasn't particularly paying full attention, half-asleep reading through a page of another bedtime story. I looked up and quietly asked to repeat what she said.

"I dunno. Did Cinderella leave her glass slipper behind on purpose?"

"Why do you think she'd do that?" I tried indulging in her curiosity.

"Well, glass slipper may be a mistranslation since it might have been just another shoe standard for women in nobility at balls..but that's her only defining feature, right? If the shoe fits..and..why else would the fairy godmother make it glass?"

"Was she hoping that what the prince did next, he'll follow through on?" My body was shutting down from the fatigue. I pushed aside the books to at least lay half my head on her lap. She pulled me closer to allow more space.

"Yeah, I guess. An SOS Call." She concludes, finally satisfied, "Please. Do something."

Do something.

We've only been together for four months. The interlude of sweet nothings, cuddles, affectionate glances and stares carried past the expected lifetime of what most would call the Honeymoon stage. It's been smooth sailing so far although we've both agreed somewhere we'd cross uncharted waters. These days though, neither of us want to take the rose colored glasses off first. I have brought my fingers to the frames, but never pulled away.

Julianne has only started to openly communicate her wants. She was aloof and submissive to requests at the beginning out of fear of going out of line, but after some reassurance that she could also boss me around, she started to have the voice to annoy me, play with me, or tell me all the thoughts she could entertain in a minute.

I might have put her into a corner though. A few weeks ago, she asled me if I had any photos of myself I could spare. A discomfort from years ago crept back into my consciousness, almost screaming down a firm No. No, I still don't want any other images of me circulating around. But it was like I lost some form of trust in Julianne. She fidgets with the empty locket, saying she'll place a flower or a magician inside.

Part of me still hopes that she hopes I'll say Yes.

Then something happens. Cinderella leaves her glass slipper at the ball.

I found the locket under the couch yesterday before heading out for my scheduled city trip. I contemplated just driving past the apartment to drop it off, but like the prince, I couldn't help but feel almost obligated to return it the way she would have wanted me to.

So for an afternoon, the locket stays in my pocket, burning at the side of my chest like a constant reminder of what I should be doing. What else I could be doing..

The photographer comments again on how red I'm getting.

"Summer is right around the corner, isn't it? Sorry my air conditioning broke." The bunny boy adjusts the lenses on the camera again.

"It's all good. So sorry this is taking us a bit longer."

"This for work?" He figures out a way to make me look at least decent with a few more blinding lights.

"Paperwork. I need to renew a few things."

He instructs me for the 3rd time to look at the camera and after those awkward 20 minutes, I gave up and settled to use the image fron this take. The boy took the necklace, fitting the image into the heart frame neatly in a swift moment. He chuckles to himself knowing where it's going. I just stared at myself in the little trinket wondering why she'd choose to look at me like that.

I think my job here is done though. The jealous cloud hovering over me suddenly dissipated. It was already feeling good reassuring myself I'm what was in this metal box. The next morning, I spotted her on the way to the elememtary. She was tracing her neck and chest, outling where the locket used to be.

"Julianne?"

She snaps out of the repeated motion. She realizes it might've looked like a repeating Sign of The Cross. She tilts her head.

"Good morning. Just goin' to work."

"Before you do that, I have something here you forgot the last time you slept over..."

The prince presents the peasant a familiar present.

"Oh! You found it! Thank you..hm.." Her fingers feel inside the shell and she realizes sonething is inside the little frame already.

"Don't get so loud about it, I did say I don't do photos of myself anymore.." I attempted to contain whatever excited reaction could burst. Still, her grin widened as she squealed. I put a finger between her lips.

"It's 8 am, Cake. Don't you have a class to attend to now?"

She immediately got back on her feet, nodding and rushing off the street to get to work on time. She waves me goodbye and scurries away, already looking into the heart frames.

I had never felt obligated to do something so burdensome and vulnerable. I don't want that photo contaminating into other frames or other albums.

But for a second I might've understood why Cinderella purposefully left her shoe at the ball.

Why do you look at me like that?

Total disappearance from this world. Another minific.

Despite having so much of everything, Julianne consistently wears one peculiar accessory. On her chest is a heart shaped shell. It opens to reveal the bear's blurred reflection, framed by a heart ouline one is supposed to slip a photo into. Sam carefully clicks the locket close and lets it slip off her hand to not wake the sleeping feline.

Should she be mad that she wasn't in it? Was Julianne going to put a photo of someone, something else? Well of course Julianne is still going to find a way to put her likeliness in it. But of course you just had to outright reject the offer to be immortalized in a meaningful way.

When Samantha dies, so will her family and their legacy. The grip of fear the Strong family held ob the town slowly thawed out in each passing generation. People began to forget what it was they did or if they could ever be trusted. Some people held on to their prejudices and for this reason, a muzzle was put on every family member to contain them- behave them to prevent any more scrutiny. But it wasn't just muzzles. There were whips. Chains. Collars. Cages. That obsession to transition into prey held power in her already lost mind. She broke the unspoken pact of being good and now that she did: there was no other option left than to die herself. To avoid getting caught or remembered, she employed a no photos rule. Minimal photographs. No press images. Not even more than the necessary IDs. One day these will crinkle and degrade and her existence might just be a footnote in the town's expansive history.

Other than that, the thought of being looked at sickened her. Number two reason for having a no photos rule? Nigel fucking Albright. He had everything. Every moment she had alone. Every sight of skin and fur, every moment of peace all in the palm of his hand. She imagines what he might have done looking at them then wishes she could shoot him in the face again. Again abd again.

No one should be able to look at her that way. With adoration and obsession.

Though it'd be unfair to call what Julianne has in her heart obsession. Julianne barely makes eye contact. She has difficulty looking at people in the eyes. She wanders and only focuses on a person when they aren't looking her way. Sam had caught her staring at her longingly before and after they had gotten together. At first she swore she was going to firmly tell her to not do that. But she forgets the first few times, and then she just accepts it. It was a different flavor of staring, perhaps. It was laced with adoration and longing.

What could you be longing for?

Her head is tilted when she stares. Sometimes she slowly blinks and looks away momentarily. Suddenly it feels as if it were fine if someone was to look at her that way. Closing your eyes to forget for a second her existence, closing her eyes to forget what she looked like only to open and remember.

Whatever it was, Julianne looked at her and asked if she could have a small photo of her. An ID photo, maybe.

"No. I don't really feel comfortable having my photos taken. I don't want anything about me circulated around."

Julianne frowned.

The next day, Julianne wore a silver heart locket reminiscent of the one from Annie. There was nothing inside it. Sam figured that she might ask again for a photo but this time, she just said she'll be looking for photos of Roy G. Biv the magician to go along with it.

Something about that made her weirdly jealous.

Thinking of how the photo would lay in Julianne's hands, it's a lot more sincere...the photo is kept in a locket. It is closed for majority of the time its worn. But secretly when no one is looking, she'll open the locket and stare. Stare with the same adoration and longing.

Pure. It sounded so pure. Maybe she was mythifying her, but Julianne had proven to just be so..careful. She wouldn't do the same sins, right?

But it's too late to take back the offer.

[sovtwords]

the psycho - miya atsumu

pairing: miya atsumu x reader warnings: 18+, slight DC, dom/sub dynamics, power play, rough sex, impact play, spanking, sex toys, paddles, handcuffs, hate sex, facefucking, deepthroat, breeding kink, unprotected sex, implied/referenced character death, porn making/videos w/c: 9.8k a/n: welcome to chapter 4 of thirteen nights of whorror! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MIYA TWINS AKA MY HUSBANDS WHOM I LOVE AND ADORE AND DEVOTE MY EXISTENCE TO!!! I wish I had the brains to post Osamu's at the same time but completely forgot so Atsumu will do for now. not completely happy with it but if I stare any longer I'll cry. please read the tags before proceeding - if you think i am missing anything let me know and i'll fix it. this chapter is inspired by patrick bateman from the movie american psycho. enjoy! feedback is appreciated! - ao3 link - Thirteen Nights of Whorror MASTERLIST

White wine ripples and splatters from the force of your sigh as it's brought up to your lips, downing one large gulp while the man across from you continues to smile in a way that seems borderline condescending, making your skin blister with irritation.

Miya fucking Atsumu, CEO of MiyaSports Ltd., his own little company passed down through generations of nepotism to sell fancy sports equipment to drugged up athletes, sits in front of you - blonde hair perfectly styled and coloured, a warm, grey suit that looks expensive and no doubt imported from Milan, completing the look with a fancy watch, gold rings and a killer smirk that's laced with money and succeeds in swooning every single woman (and man, if you're being honest) that he's come across. And that's just this evening alone.

His smiles grow thinner and thinner with each minute that passes as his own arrogant brand of patience wanes.

"I'm jus' askin' ya to think about this."

You have thought about it.

And your answer has been the same since day one.

"No."

Another fancy dinner in a five star restaurant to schmooze you over, another night of refusing what you would guess to be your millionth marriage proposal from him.

Miya Atsumu has been trying to propose to you for what feels like years now, ever since you had met at a charity ball by way of your parents introducing the pair of you when you had been just a teen.

First impressions were less than favourable.

The blonde had said little more than five words to you, including 'hi', "nice meeting you', and 'bye' before moving off when his parents weren't looking and drinking as much alcohol as he could until someone stopped him. Rumours say he wasn't found until much later that night, in a rather compromising position behind the kitchens with one of the older serving women who had been on duty that night. And you fully believe those rumours.

Atsumu was an arrogant, sleazy prick, and the minor, miniscule, not even noteworthy crush you had on him at some point in your life was embarrassing.

What makes it all the more strange is that his twin Osamu was actually a decent guy. He should have been the one to inherit the fortune, not Atsumu. But Osamu was busy chasing other dreams, he had told you, opening businesses in Europe with his boyfriend Suna Rintarou, and so it was to your great despair that you were left to suffer the presence of the objectively 'bad twin'.

It hadn't been until a few years after that dull first meeting, filled with years of stunted conversations and company showboating after he took over MiyaSports Ltd. that the proposals started flooding in like a dam had broken and the water was left to rush in.

It was so sudden, how he had invited you to an island getaway seemingly out of nowhere, and like the kind fool you were, you agreed. You had foolishly assumed he just wanted to improve what little friendship you shared under the terms of sharing a nice holiday - it was summer, after all, and you had no more business classes to attend to. You wanted to relish your freedom. So colour you surprised when he had an entire restaurant booked out just so he could propose to you with a band playing behind him and the entire waiting staff ready to clap.

You were appalled, to say the least. And you ran.

He had called your phone in a fit of fury; talking about how much you embarrassed him, how you made him look bad, and you might have felt bad were it not for your immense confusion and outrage at having this all staged without even an inkling of prior knowledge about why the hell he was suddenly proposing to you after giving you a cold shoulder for so many years.

It didn't click until after the 4th proposal why he was so insistent.

Your fathers’ health was declining rapidly, simultaneously as your time working directly with the family business and filling holes your father had left behind was increasing. Your family’s company, ProPower - specialising in energy drinks, protein powders and whatever else a gym bro would need without having to turn to the illegal side of things to get their boost, had increased in popularity in the last decade as sponsorships and advertisements from major teams drew the eyes of many. And because of that, maintaining the business and staying on this hot streak was more important than ever. But with your father unable to attend to his affairs due to his failing body, you're the next hope for the business and its success for the family name.

And what makes one successful company even better?

Two successful companies merged together, whether through a business partnership or, rather conveniently, marrying into the opposing business.

And once it all clicked into place, it was almost laughable how ‘no’ slipped out of your lips faster than any other word you’ve said in your entire life.

The marriage proposals changed like the passing of time and the turning of the seasons.

Some were outrageous and cringe-worthy; like having a plane spell out ‘will you marry me? - M.A’ with smoke trails, or stopping the finals of a football game you attended with a friend just to get down on one knee, voice blaring into the microphone while the crowd oohed and awed as every camera pointed in your direction with your face plastered on the big screen (to which you just got up and left without an answer and suffered abuse online for weeks from strangers calling you a bitch for turning down someone like Miya Astumu.)

Some were almost humble in nature; a ‘modest’ trip to his private beach house to watch the sun set behind the clouds with glasses of wine, a picnic in a suspiciously quiet park (you suspect he paid the city to close it for a day) and a stunning ring hidden in the middle of some red velvet cake, or even like tonight with a simple dinner and that cursed velvet box sitting on the table, laughing at your misfortune with every drink you finish. It’s painful, because in moments like those, Atsumu almost seems like a decent guy; one who is actually capable of being kind, romantic, trusting - a guy who seems like he would be a good husband if given the opportunity to grow out of his shell of imperious, patriarchal thinking and show that he’s capable of acknowledging someone other than himself for once.

But that’s wishful thinking.

Because if there’s one thing that ties all of those stupid fucking proposals together, one thing that will always reveal Atsumu’s true nature, is that they lack all forms of love, purely motivated by greed, greed, and more greed. It’s a shame, really. He would be a lot more bearable if he wasn’t trying to latch onto every bit of gold he can spot and feeding off of the desperation of money-grabbing whores who lick his ass for a dollar of his time.

An icon of avarice.

It’s clear that all Atsumu wants is to dip his little pampered fingers into your family’s company and bag himself a fortune for life. Piling millions upon millions doesn’t seem like a bad investment, and with your companies focusing on the same target audience it seems only logical to become partners.

Had he come to you in good faith from the very start, you might have considered joining together to elevate your companies.

Yet with every lie sprouted from smirking lips, you get further and further away from maintaining any sort of relationship with him, regardless of whether you care for his brother and family.

You stiffened when Atsumu took hold of your hand from across the table, and retracted it just as quickly. A flash of annoyance passed over his face before he smoothed it away. It got easier reading his tells over time. He can plaster a charming smile on his face and woo all the people he wants - you’re over it.

“Please - jus’ give me a chance. I really like ya, and-”

“No you don’t,” you cut him off with a loud scoff. “Stop pretending - you just want my money and shares in my company.”

“For good reason - d’ya not see the kind of cash we could be rakin’ in if yer drinks were sold with my equipment? Sports leagues would go crazy over that shit.”

He proves a good point, you think begrudgingly, but my pettiness and spite is too strong now to simply back down.

“My company is doing just fine on its own-”

“And it could be doin’ even better with mine-”

“Why a marriage proposal, then? Why not just a partnership, if you’re so adamant about joining MiyaSports with ProPower?”

Atsumu’s ever present smile shifts in a minute, near unnoticeable way that you would have missed were it not for the intense stare you pin on him. He smiles without ever truly smiling, that a smile was nothing more than another step in business than an actual thing you do when you’re happy. His face seems practically blank; cold, calculating eyes contrasting the wide curl of his lips. It unnerves you how he wears it like a well crafted mask.

“As I said before - I lika ya.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Like me? You haven’t even taken me out on a date.”

Atsumu lifts a perfectly plucked brow. “No? Then what do you call this?”

“Taking me out just to propose to me when I know barely anything about you personally - despite how long we've known each other - hardly counts as a date now, does it?”

“Depends on who ya ask.”

“I think everyone would disagree with you.”

“That’s funny,” Atsumu hums, and there’s a small spark of life in his brown orbs, a smugness only to be found with the Miya family bloodline. “Because everyone always agrees with me. I always get what I want.”

"Well," you replied with a small sneer lifting your lips. "You won't get me."

Atsumu’s smile is laced with irritation as it thins. "We'll see."

You wave at a nearby waiter, signalling for more wine. If you’re going to survive the next hour, you might as well get good and drunk. Why you even choose to entertain him for this long is beyond you. At least he's pretty to look at (in small doses, that is). “Besides, your workers must all be lying then. Or maybe they think you’ll fire or sue them if they don’t agree with everything you say. Maybe they’re afraid of you.”

If possible, that smug look on his face morphs into something even more wicked, a villainous curling of his lips, followed by a laugh that you reckon might hold more weight than you think. It unsettles you even more, how his personality can switch instantaneously that, were it not for years of experience in reading a person like Miya Atsumu, one might not notice the subtle shift at all.

From dead to alive in seconds.

“Afraid o’ me? Well, as their boss I guess they would be. S’pose everyone should be scared of me.” He takes a long sip of his wine as he ruminates on his next words. “...I kinda like the sound of that.”

You frown. “Do you not think it’s better to be fair and kind to your employees?” That makes him laugh obnoxiously loud. A woman sitting nearby looks over at the abrupt sound with a scowl.

“When has being ‘fair and kind’ ever worked for people like us? We’re the breadwinners - they’re the ants.”

“That’s a cruel and archaic way of thinking. And besides, it works for me.”

"Oh yeah?" he hums in amusement. "To each their own."

You narrow your eyes. "Get to the point, Miya."

"No point to make. Just a guy wantin' to put a ring on yer finger."

"I don't know how many times I have to say no. I'm getting really tired of dealing with this-"

Atsumu huffs with furrowed brows. "Yer bein' unreasonable. I'm a nice guy. We'd be great together."

That causes you to burst out laughing, garnering another glare from the woman nearby who looks thoroughly ticked off at her evening being tarnished.

"Unreasonable? I'm not stupid, Atsumu. If we marry, you become entitled to all of my family's assets. You'll own everything that I have. I don't want that."

You lean forward on the table, making sure he fully understands the weight of your words as they leave your lips. "I would never want to be married to a self-serving, lowlife, slimy prick like you. You are inferior to me."

There is a moment where an unbridled rage contorts his features; like a demon of fury possessed his pretty face and unleashed the beast that's been hidden underneath with flared nostrils, strained breathing and clenched fists atop the soft table cloth. It’s an ugly look for one so handsome like Miya Atsumu, and it doesn’t suit him at all.

(You had only seen this kind of expression once before, when he was furious with a stable hand who could not keep control of a wild mare during one of his many extravagant proposals when he had asked you to join him horse riding.

She was braying and whinnying like mad, stricken with unease and fright, standing on her hind legs and bucking her front ones in his direction as though she was aiming to hit him, like she could sense a danger to him that only animals could ever seem to notice.

The mare progressively grew louder and more frantic the longer he stayed in her presence, until eventually his words were drowned out by her cries. That's when Atsumu destroyed the cool mask he always donned, and what stood before you was a completely different person than the one you had known all along.

Atsumu’s face grew red and pinched with anger, and his hands would only loosen from the fists he had formed if only to point at the workers and roar obscenities at them, calling them 'fucking useless dickheads’ for not being able to keep a horse that 'smells like a shitty public restroom' under control, among some other tasteless comments. He threatened to have everyone fired, he threatened to close down the entire farm, he threatened to have the horse shot.

You hadn't stuck around to see if any of that came true. Astonishment over his change in nature and the mortification of even knowing him had you bolting from the scene and ignoring his desperate calls for weeks.)

But before you get the chance to ask what's wrong, to inquire about how terrifying he looks and how your heart has started to thud stronger in your chest, its gone just as quick and replaced with the visage of one who had just had a eureka style of moment, face brightening as though a wonderful idea just popped into his head, a new plan had been hatched.

"Fine."

"Fine?" You echo in open astonishment. There's bound to be a trick hidden here. He shrugs lazily.

"I won't ask any more. I promise I'll leave ya alone. Even though I think it would be beneficial for both of us,"' he holds up a hand to stop your oncoming tirade. "I'll respect yer wishes and finally give it up. But I won't stop pesterin' ya for a business deal."

You snort. "You are persistent. But… do you mean it? No more rings and marriage proposals and orchestras playing symphonies?"

He grins. "I kinda thought you'd like that one, but I mean it. I'm done."

Suspicion floods your senses, but a mute staring contest for minutes on end brings you to the conclusion that Miya Atsumu is, for once in his life, somewhat genuine. Your shoulders relax a tad.

"OK. I believe you. But if you try anything I will knock you out."

"You can try," he goads. "I'll get rid of the ring, too. But on one condition."

"I knew there was something up your sleeve," you spat, but he held his hands up in defense.

"It's nothing bad - actually I think it'll be fun. How's about a good fuck before we go on our way? I'll bring ya back to my place, well have some drinks, I'll rock yer world. Usual stuff."

Your eyebrows fly upwards in shock.

You're not going to lie to yourself - you have thought about what sex with Atsumu must be like on more than one occasion, and you're not proud to say it. There had been times, during the more…romantically themed proposals, in which he had invaded your space with a musky cologne you actually quite liked, where he had played with the baby hairs on the back of your neck to raise goosebumps on your flesh, and had lips pressed to your ear to whispers sweet nothings, that you thought 'maybe having sex with him wouldn't be so bad.'

But the fatigue of having to sit through another round of whatever showboating he had planned usually turned you off of ever entertaining those thoughts, and you were back to square one of being bitter and fed up. You really need to stop being nice enough to show face, say a big 'F U' to your reputation and just stay home.

But when you overheard some graphic...details by the wife of some wine company CEO attending a gala event, regaling her girlfriends with the story of how Miya Atsumu gave her the best fuck of her life, that her husband will never satisfy her like Atsumu did, that she despairs over how it was a 'one and done' deal that she'll be remembering for years - well.

Maybe you were intrigued enough to want to try it out for yourself.

"You’re bribing me for sex now?" you wear a scowl on your face, but there's no denying the buzz of excitement filtering into you. A night of crazy, emotionally detached sex and you're free of his stupid money grabbing proposals? Life was really looking up!

“Not bribin’,” he assures. “I just want a night of fun, y’know? I mean, just between you ‘n me,” he leans over to your side of the table conspiratorially with a charming smile lifting his pink lips. “I always thought you were hot. Wanted to see what you were hiding beneath all yer pretty clothes. And I always saw how ya looked at me when ya thought I didn’t see. Like you were beggin’ for me to bend ya over a desk and rail ya. Not exactly the kinda look ya give someone who’s...inferior...to you.”

You flush hot at his admission, try to hide it behind your drink, but a thick brow raised in entertainment tells you that he knows he’s hit the bullseye with that one. Shit.

“How presumptuous,” you sneer. Atsumu leans on his folded arms with a smug look, enjoying how your eyes automatically flicker to the muscles straining the fabric of his shirt. You’d heard he had a very specific training regime, and it’s clearly doing wonders for him. “...why me, exactly?”

He leans his head on his hand like an enamoured school boy gazing at you with stars in his eyes. Or is that just the lighting in the restaurant? Atsumu knows how to wear faces well.

“Uptight girls like you are always the most fun to see get wild.”

You give a weak glare. “I’m not uptight, Miya.”

“If ya say so,” he snorts.

You roll your eyes in response, but take a moment to consider his offer. It has...been a while since you’ve had sex with someone, to say the least, and the dumbass college guy who had been tailing your secretary for work experience months ago had left you direly unsatisfied. Pretty face, awful in bed.

Is this worth shoving aside your pride for?

“No more proposals?” you bite the inside of your cheek.

“No more proposals,” he echoes. Atsumu’s fingers reach across the table to play with yours; slow and methodical, intertwining, tracing the lines of your palms. Yours twitch, torn between returning to your side and letting him continue his gentle touches.

“...and just a one night stand?”

“If that’s what you want,” he taps lightly at your racing pulse.

You hate him. You really do.

But...hate sex was fun, wasn’t it?

You take a deep breath.

Fuck it.

“...then take me home, Miya. Show me what you got.”

Atsumu smiles widely, like the lion who finally caught his pathetic, squirming prey.

“I’ll take ya to heaven.”

“Now you’re just building yourself up to be knocked down,” you snicker into your glass.

“Hey, maybe we can try to be better friends after this is done. Next time we meet up, we’ll go wherever you want for a change.”

“...uhm, ok,” you mumble. “Oh! I’ve actually been looking for someone to go with me to the new exhibit opening at the museum next month. You can be my guest.”

“Alright, I’ll make a note of it, try ‘n arrange something. Text me ‘bout it later so I can write it down in my schedule,” he says in a dull tone. Confusion washes over you.

“Wouldn’t your personal assistant do that for you?”

“...I don’t have one anymore.”

“Oh? What happened?” you question.

Atsumu’s smile is fond, as though he were reminiscing on a cherished memory. “They went away. Found their callin’ somewhere else,” he explains. The corner of his lips tilts down in sudden bitterness. “That naggin’ bitch wouldn’t get off my back anyway. Hope she’s rottin’ in hell.”

Before you can say anything, Atsumu flags down the waiter for the bill with an eerily calm face despite the vicious words spoken, and your skin tingles with unease as you gather your bag and prepare to leave.

What an odd thing to say.

---

Once you step through the door of his high end apartment and into the shockingly bright white hallway, you're slapped in the face by an overwhelming smell of bleach and other cleaning materials. Who knew Miya Atsumu was such a clean freak?

“Do a little spring cleaning?” you comment, toeing off your heels to place them neatly in the little cubby beside the door while Atsumu does the same. You side eye him as he undoes the tie around his neck, shrugs off his jacket with effortless style, and quickly avert your eyes when he faces you.

“Somethin’ like that,” Atsumu replies with a lopsided grin lifting his lips. “Feel like I always hafta clean the place up after someone visits. They leave such a bad mess.”

A snort escapes you as you saunter into his living area, eyeing the tasteless art pieces and large sound system, the twinkling chandelier and the floor-to-ceiling windows that give you the best view of the city streets from the top. The decor is modern and pristinely kept, and you can practically see your reflection in every piece of silver to be found as though it was a mirror.

It lacks all sort of friendliness, though. For as lavish as it looks, the colour scheme of whites, blacks and greys feel lifeless, clinical, as if there was no trace of Atsumu as a person to be found in the entire space. The only touch of colour seems to be his expansive music collection, however, and you eye it with interest, fingers raking through a collection of vinyls and CDs while the blonde disappears somewhere.

“Guess you should stop inviting those people around, then,” you comment, scrutinising a copy of Deftones’ album ‘White Pony’. Hmm. Good taste. You place it onto the record player, and the first notes of Feiticeira bring some life to the place.

Atsumu calls out to you from what you assume is the kitchen, hearing a muted pop sound that lets you know he’s opened a bottle of wine. You still have your buzz from dinner, but another drink for courage wouldn’t hurt. “Oh don’t worry - once they’re gone, they’re gone.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you murmur, moving onto the sparse collection of movies he owns. He seems to have a thing for slasher fics.

A broad chest moulding itself to your back makes you gasp in slight surprise. Atsumu brings the glass of blood red wine around in front of your face, which you take gratefully, swallowing a large gulp while his free hand now rests on your hip. It’s warm as it rubs your hip through the material of your dress, daring to skim over your stomach, dipping lower, before moving back up to repeat the process again.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the promise of decent and emotionally detached sex looming on the horizon, maybe it’s the fact you’ve been touch starved for months now as the company took all your attention away - whatever it is, it has you sighing in bliss and melting into his touch despite normally wanting to spit in his face.

“Feel’ good?” he mumbles deeply into your ear and, oh, his voice sounds so good when it’s laced with lust like that instead of the usual grating tone he has when he’s complaining.

“Mmm,” is all you can say once he starts to drag his lips up and down the skin of your neck. A second hand joins your opposite, and the heavy petting has your muscles relaxing faster than you would have thought. Who knew you could be so affected by someone like Miya Atsumu? Maybe you were looking forward to this more than you realised.

“Then I guess we should get started,” he removes his grip on your waist to take your hand, a smirk plastered on his visage as he takes in how flushed you’ve become. You tilt your head back and down the rest of your wine with a grimace, depositing it as carefully as you could with Atsumu nearly dragging you to his room.

“Eager to get rid of me already?” you huff.

“I jus’ always like gettin’ to the good stuff.”

“You ‘always get what you want’, huh?”

He tosses you a cheeky grin over his shoulder. “Took ya long enough to learn, didn’t it?”

“That kind of arrogance is going to kill you someday,” you warn. His room is the same as all the rest - layers of white, layers of money bleeding from every surface. Atsumu scoffs with a miffed expression as he leads you backwards to his bed. The backs of your knees hit the edge, and you fall onto the plush material with a thump. Atsumu crawls over you, straddling your body while his hands skim up the sides of your body and ghost over your neck. He pretends to hold it, mimicking the action of choking you, but the fingers around your neck flex and tense every so often, pressing down onto your windpipe by accident.

“Maybe that bitchy attitude of yers will get ya killed.”

“Doubt it.”

Atsumu stares down at you with an expression as cold as ice, appraising you, trying to assess the best ways to break down your walls.

“I think brats like you need to learn how to respect their superiors - naughty whore.”

It’s degrading. It’s humiliating. It’s absolutely disgusting.

But it sends a tingle to your clit and floods your underwear with your slick.

And the devilish smirk growing on his face tells you that he knows exactly what his words did to you.

“Ah,” he sighs as he rises, unbuttoning his thousand dollar shirt slowly, button by button, as you lay there in anticipation for the unveiling of his body. “I’m gonna enjoy breakin’ you.”

That sends a tremor through you. He’s methodical in undressing both himself and you, pulling and folding your clothes so carefully so as not to ruin them, and it makes your body thrum with impatience as all you want to do is rip everything off of his body and have his hands around your throat again.

You’re barely given time to admire the toned and chiseled plains of his bare chest with your own hands once you’re both left in nothing but your underwear before he’s grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the sides of your head, face hovering over yours.

“Ready?” he asks. You nod quickly, and then you share what you realise is your first ever kiss with him.

He’s a good kisser, and you loathe to give him credit where credit is due, but you never thought you’d see the day where Atsumu knows how to use his mouth for something other than talking shit. His lips move against yours sensually, matching your every movement, sucking and tugging on the flesh of your lips. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, and your mouth opens with a gasp, allowing him every permission to devour you whole as his tongue swirls around yours with an ease that tells you he’s had years of practice.

He steals your every sigh, your every moan, like a thief of pleasure, greedy and forcing even more out of you to take. His hips grind into yours and you let out a sound of pleasant surprise when you feel his hardness drag against your clothed sex. You wriggle underneath him, writhing and whining as his cock brushes teasingly to your clit with every thrust, and it isn’t until your nails begin to bite into the skin of his hands does he finally let up for air, air that you inhale hungrily as you try to alleviate the pressure in your lungs.

His teeth mark up your cleavage as it heaves for oxygen; biting and sucking and licking it all over. You laugh giddily to yourself, unable to help it, and Atsumu stares up at you with a brow raised in questioning.

“If I knew you kissed this good, maybe I would have considered marrying you,” you joke. Atsumu’s face remains blank for a few seconds as an awkward silence stretches between you before huffing out a laugh that sounds as fake as plastic. Yikes. Maybe that was too soon.

“Trust me, doll - we haven’t even gotten to the good bit.”

He moves to sit at the end of the bed, snaps his fingers, and points to the space in front him.

“Stand here and strip.”

You bite your lip as a wave of heat goes through you at his commanding tone, but you feel like being more of a ‘brat’. Besides, he views you as one - might as well be one.

“I’m not a dog, Miya,” you turn up your nose at him. His glare is dangerous.

“Yeah? Well you sure act like a bitch who needs to be trained. Do as yer told and I might give ya a reward.”

“Oooh, is it a biscuit-!”

Your words end abruptly as Atsumu grabs hold of your hair with a speed you didn’t even know he possessed. His grip is strong, it stings, and his breath is hot as he drags you directly in front of his face, staring down at you like a God to a little, helpless, writhing bug.

His suddenness strikes a cord of fear through you, the same kind of fear you had felt that day at the stables, but you force yourself to swallow it down. Pain and pleasure often go hand in hand, don’t they?

“I don’t like it when I don’t get what I want. Now be a good lil’ girl, and strip.”

Clearly Miya Atsumu's work life bleeds into his sex life.

Your movements are slow and lined with caution once his grip on your locks loosens, and you move to place yourself directly in front of his seated form, offering yourself up for his scrutiny, letting his eyes darkened with lust and dominance look you over from top to bottom.

"Good. At least ya know how to take orders."

You bite your tongue to keep yourself from making some stupid comment, and instead begin to reach behind you in search of the strap that holds your bra together. You’re not entirely sure how to take off a bra sexily, but thankfully Atsumu says nothing as you loosen it and let it glide down your arms, dumping it lazily by his feet in a small show of defiance. Your heart starts to pound even more now that you’re half bare to his dark eyes, watching as they immediately zone in on your mounds, the nipples that harden with the cool air and arousal, and taking off your underwear is an even bigger feat. You hesitate a moment, thumbs slipping underneath the elastic, but when his eyes start to narrow you swallow down your nerves and pull them down your legs, kicking them next to your bra.

You fight with the urge to cover yourself as his gaze settles on you and feels like it’s eating you alive. Atsumu nods in approval, and your thighs clench together involuntarily when you see that he’s palming his erection through the maroon material of his Kleins.

“Good girl,” he rasps. He continues to stare for a moment, and just as it grows awkward he stands. “Stay there.”

Atsumu disappears into his nearby walk-in closet, and you focus on the music drifting through the apartment rather than the rustling of things that don’t exactly sound anything like clothing. When he comes back, he walks over to his bedside table first and deposits a set of shining, silver handcuffs on the table, and you notice belatedly he’s holding onto a leather paddle with little hearts on it. The heat between your legs grows hotter, and you’re sure the slick between your legs will shine in the light as you feel it seep down to your legs.

He sits on the bed, and pats his thigh.

“Bend over.”

You bite your lip, wary, battling with caution over the pain that is to come and wanting to obey his orders to please him.

You eventually will your feet to move, and Atsumu helps you get into position, bending you over his lap, your arms dangling with fingers scraping the floor and your ass on show, completely at his mercy.

“Since you were so testy tonight, and so rude about all my lovely proposals, I think twenty spankin’s will put ya in yer place.

That seems like a lot for a beginner. But rather than let your fear show, you stupidly decide to play it off.

“Don't go easy on me - I’m a big girl.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he drawls cruelly. “Count ‘em.”

He definitely didn’t go easy on you.

The first slap of the paddle was loud, and you heard the impact first before you felt it. But the sting - the sting was sharp and horrid, and you just about gasped out ‘one!’ before the next one came.

The spanks alternate in speed, but never intensity - no, they maintained their strength throughout the session. He evens the pain out by switching between both cheeks, and sometimes even your thighs, and the oddest sensation of your skin growing simultaneously numb yet still able to feel the shock of pain has you gasping and squirming on his thick thighs.

“S-Seven!” Smack. “Eight-” Smack. “Nine, nn...f-fuck-!”

“Like I said - brats need to learn respect. Keep countin’.”

By the tenth spank, tears start to roll down your face. By the fifteenth, you’re a blubbering mess of drool, tears and broken whimpers, barely coherent enough to remember the numbers but thanking your sensible brain for managing it, and you nearly scream out ‘twenty!’ when it finally comes, collapsing onto his legs like a lifeless doll, relishing in the broad hand that smooths itself over your stinging, heated skin.

It feels like his palm barely ghosts over the swell of your rear, but in a way you’re grateful as the sensitive skin sizzles with pain. Atsumu lets you collect yourself for a few moments, holding your trembling form on his legs.

“Didn’t think you’d make it,” he finally says after minutes of relative silence save for your gasping breaths and sniffling tears. You think you’re imagining it, but it sounds like there’s almost a hint of admiration in his tone. You laugh, but it’s weak.

“I-I told y-you. I’m a big g-girl.”

Atsumu snorts. You lift your head meekly to stare into the mirror across the room to see your ass and legs littered in little swollen hearts, like a fucked up BDSM art piece. Atsumu’s thumb idly traces one found on the dip between your rear and thigh, a quiet look on his face as he stares at it. As your mouth opens to say something about how soft he’s gotten, his thumb presses suddenly onto your still sensitive flesh, and you bite your lip to muffle your wails of pain.

He lifts your body to lay it on his bed (more like throw you on his bed as you bounce against the pillows). A spark of pain shoots through your legs, but otherwise it has dimmed down to a dull throbbing, beating in time with your clit and your heart. Atsumu grabs the cuffs, and crawls over your prone form.

The metallic clicking of the cuffs is loud in your ears - trepidation begins to settle in your bones as he fiddles with them. It must show on your face, because Atsumu suddenly leans into your space, hands planted by either side of your head and nose barely grazing your own as his eyes never leave yours.

“Ya good?” he asks with a murmur. You swallow hard, and nod in silence. Atsumu closes the distance between your lips, planting kiss after kiss after kiss, teasing you with his tongue only to withdraw and have you chase him, much to his amusement. It proves to be a great distraction, as when you move to weave your fingers through his messy blonde tresses, you find them already cuffed to the headboard and restricting your movement.

You tug on them in surprise, but they don’t budge. Huh. No escaping from those, anyway. You look at the blonde in question. He simply shrugs.

“I like the high grade stuff. Not that pink, fluffy shit. They break too easy.”

“You like keeping people tied up mercilessly?” you snort.

Your mouth salivates as you watch him roll down his briefs over his bulging thighs, letting his hard cock spring free and slap his belly. It’s soaked at the tip with precum, an angry red colour, clearly aching for relief, and intimidating in length.

He straddles your chest, slaps his tip off of your opened mouth a couple of times, before answering.

“I like to be in control.”

Without warning he pushes into the warmth of your mouth, and Atsumu’s chest deflates in relief with the sigh he lets out. He hasn’t even pushed in all the way but it already feels overwhelmingly big for you, sitting heavy on your tongue and forcing your jaw to open wider than it should be. But you do what you can; moving your tongue around the best you’re able to, massaging the vein on the underside of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking.

Atsumu lets you continue like that for a moment, grunting in satisfaction with every lick of your tongue, with every bob of your head. Dark eyes close and his jaw clenches when you lave at his leaking tip, tasting the precum gathered there, licking smoothly over it. You can feel the drool start to leak out of the corners of your lips, and Atsumu slips out of your mouth.

He stares at your mouth for a long time. “Yer not half bad,” a hand comes down to pump his member gently. “But ya still have a shit mouth that needs cleanin’. Yer punishment ain’t over yet, baby. Open up.”

You do. And with that non verbal assent, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushes his dick past your lips, and begins fucking into your mouth with abandon. Your head is pinned to the pillows underneath it as he hammers into your warmth relentlessly, thrusting his hips at a fast, steady pace and using your face like a useless cocksleeve.

But god, if it doesn’t turn you on to be used and abused like this, and your thighs rubbing together can only create the tiniest bit of friction, the slightest bit of relief on your neglected pussy.

“Hnngh- shit, feels so good-” he grunts

You feel his tip hit the back of your throat with every thrust, feel balls slap your chin with every jerk of his hips, feel spit leak and fall all over your cheeks and neck as you gag around his length as it feels like he’s trying to hit the bottom of your throat with his cock. Eyes roll into the back of your skull as you let yourself be used, moaning and mewling and pouring all your focus into breathing through your nose and not gagging too much, or else the whole night will be ruined if you vomit up the expensive dinner he paid for.

It’s sweet to see him let go a bit, to hear the little whines he can’t stop escaping from his lips as he approaches his orgasm, the way his eyebrows scrunch together in concentration as he stares at your messy and fucked out face. His hips lose pace, and he thrusts all the way in and down your throat before stilling, fighting to get his breathing under control. Your nose is pressed up to his abdomen; the small, trimmed hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nose, the invasive and thick shaft in your mouth making your jaw ache and your eyes sting with tears that fall in little streams. He wipes one away with his thumb and brings it up to his mouth for a taste with a smirk.

“Look so fuckin’ good when you keep yer mouth shut.”

You moan around his length, and relish the shiver of pleasure it sends down his spine.

“Can’t believe that turns ya on. Who knew you were just a filthy hole to be used, huh? My pretty lil’ cumslut ruinin’ herself for me.”

His words make your eyelids flutter and your body fill with shame. He pulls out slowly and allows you to choke for air.

“I want you to cum in me!” you gasp out, half surprised with your words as much as he is. Atsumu grins deviously, pats your cheek patronisingly.

“Was gonna fill up that cunt anyway, doll. But thanks for the invite.”

He shuffles down the bed and shifts you onto your side. Before you can question him he lifts your leg up onto his shoulder, and you can feel his silky blonde hair tickle your toes. He lines up his shaft with your entrance, cock already lubed up with your spit, and finds no resistance as he pushes into your sopping wet hole. Groans fill the air as your cunt is finally stretched out and filled, as he feels your tight heat clench wantonly around him, craving him, begging to be filled.

Just like he had done with your mouth, he shows you no mercy in the force and speed of his cock driving into your awaiting hole. His hips slap into yours with brute strength, his hands grip your raised, welted thigh with a deathly tightness to them, and with your arms held captive you can do no more than be at the complete mercy of his fierce fucking.

But, God, does he know how to fuck.

Your tongue practically hangs out of your open mouth like a panting dog, spit running down your chin and onto the satin sheets as you moan and whine unfiltered. Each thrust of his hips earns him a new moan, a new scream for him to eat up like a starved beast, hungry to hear your helpless cries for more.

“Such a f-fuckin’ bitch,” he grits his teeth as he slows his pace, grinding sensually into your heat. It has your eyes rolling, clenching them shut when he delivers a few hard slaps to your tits while they jiggle with the abuse. “Couldn’t ever keep yer fuckin’ mouth shut and jus’ do what yer told, huh? Couldn’t just fuckin’ marry me, ya whore.”

You bury your face into the sheets, lamenting the tightening of your walls around his length as his vicious words cut into you, cut down deep into that sick and depraved part of you that loves being talked down to. Being on top was great and all, but sometimes you just want someone to handle things for once. Maybe you’ll push your pride away and ask Atsumu for another fuck sometime.

“A-Atsumu…”

He pulls cruelly on your nipple as though it were a stretchy toy, and you cry out in pain. Your mascara has no doubt painted your eyes and cheeks black with your tears by now, but it seems as though he adores the mess in front of him. “Pathetic lil’ princess, ruinin’ my expensive bed with tears and snot. Ya want me to fill ya up with all the babies we coulda had, huh? Take all my cum until yer belly is big with my baby? Maybe that way you'll be, shit- hah, you'll be forced to marry me-”

Your toes curl in unrestrained pleasure as his words wash over you, and you clench hard around him. He's pulling out kinks you didn't even know you had.

"Oh, oh please."

His smooth grinding stops, and he returns to his rough and erratic pace from earlier, biting into your calf and holding on when you attempt to jerk away.

“Dumb slut, thinkin’ yer better than me. Ha! Me? I’ll make sure my cock is the last thing you’ll ever feel and crave. I’ll show ya who’s inferior.”

Moans, deep rumbling from his chest and airy wisps from yours, create a strange sort of symphony to replace the record that has long since finished spinning. You’re tight, squeezing around him in your last act of defiance though it lacks any true sense of control as his dick is just that euphoric as he pounds into you.

“Takin’ me so well. ‘S ‘bout all yer good for,” he grunts with a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. His chest is flushed and he huffs with exertion, clearly meeting his end once again, but eager to have you come undone before he does as he brings a pair of fingers to flick over your swollen clit.

“O-Oh, oh shit, Atsumu, just like that, yes yes yes-!”

You’re openly screaming now as your peak rushes forth with haste, a coil of pleasure in your gut appearing and tightening in seconds, threatening to rip the bedsheets where you grip it and bounce with every plunge of his member in your hole.

“You close?” he exhales with a groan, his pistoning hips beginning to stagger and lose their rhythm.

You nod frantically and stare at him through loose strands of hair covering your eyes, hoping he was near his end too. “Yes, fuck, cum in me please! Fill me up with your cum, I wanna be so full-”

“S-Shit, you-!”

With a loud cry of your name, he shoots his load into your warmth, locking his hips flush with yours so that you savour every drop he has to give. It sends you over the edge as you cum hard, heat travelling to every part of your body as your ogasm crashes through you, and your cunt milks him dry, squeezing greedily, making him curse loudly at the overstimulation. Atsumu’s nails pierce your flesh, and he rests his head against your leg as the bliss of his orgasm starts to fade, leaving only two heated bodies tangled together in sin, letting the hatred seep back in.

You stare up at Atsumu with a fucked out, lazy smile, no doubt a hot mess with smudged makeup and a sheen of sweat, but you don’t care. Good sex makes you dumb like that.

Atsumu stares down at you with a cold, blank expression, and you feel a little iced out.

You suppose now is when the awkward ‘kicking you out’ part begins. And here you were hoping for some pancakes in the morning.

“That w-was damn good, Miya. You really know how to put your skills to good use.”

He emits a huff through his nose, and pulls his softening penis out of you. Brown eyes stare disinterestedly at the cum gushing out of you, and you start to feel a little off.

“No hard feelings, r-right?”

His eyes flicker to yours. After a pregnant pause, he plasters his award winning salesman smile on once again, the one that rakes in the money and bodies to warm his bed. You’d like it too if it didn’t look so fake like a Ken doll.

“No hard feelin’s, dollface. All’s fair in love and war, right?” Atsumu stands to his full height, cracks his neck side to side, and bores his heavy gaze down on you once more. He sighs, a sigh that ends with an amazed chuckle, a joke you sense only he would get. “I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.”

You shoot him a bewildered look, moving to sit up but the cuffs remaining on your wrists permit you from doing so.

“Didn’t expect such weird pillow talk from you,” you joke weakly, tugging on the cuffs. He makes no move to remove them. You make a show of staring between his face and the handcuffs. “Are you going to let me out or what? I need to go home and shower.”

Atsumu nods with a closed eye smile.

“Sure! Lemme jus’ find the keys.”

Instead of walking into his closet, you watch on in suspicion as he leaves the room entirely, his sculpted ass cheeks and toned back the last thing you see as he disappears into the brightness of his apartment. Shortly afterwards you hear his soundsystem come to life and begin to play music at what sounds like the highest volume, bass shaking the walls with every beat drop. Weirdo.

You start to feel sticky and sore, a horrible combination topped off with what you assume to be the beginnings of post-sex shame settling into your bones the longer he’s gone, wondering if you should have went through with this night to begin with.

“Hey Atsumu? Did you find the keys? I really need to go-”

Your words are cut off, drowned out by a loud, screeching sound that echoes through the apartment and assaults all of your senses. What the fuck? The shock of it has you reeling in confusion, battling to make sense of whatever you’re hearing, and as it grows louder, comes closer to the door of Atsumu’s bedroom, it hits you like a train speeding down the tracks.

It sounds like a fucking chainsaw.

You curse aloud, wondering why he would resort to using a chainsaw to cut you out of the handcuffs like a deranged madman, but as it comes into view in all its metal glory, you suddenly realise the man holding it is a deranged madman, a psychopath in designer clothing.

His eyes are alight with a wicked glee, the most genuine grin you’ve seen on his face in all your years stretching his lips from ear to ear. The end of the chainsaw is pointed directly at you, and you begin to panic, scrambling to get off of the bed, to tear your limbs from the cuffs and get away, to do anything to save yourself.

“Sorry to cut this date night short, sweetheart, but I’ve got more important things to deal with.”

“No- no! Please! LET ME GO!”

He stalks forwards, revs the chainsaw as it growls like a barbarous beast hungry for flesh. You’re openly screaming, begging for your life, tears and snot dripping down your face as all bravado and pride dissolves into the sheets underneath you. You might have even pissed yourself, but that’s to be expected when a chainsaw is hovering over your torso.

But it doesn’t matter how hoarse your voice grows with your screams of terror. Between the music and the chainsaw, Atsumu has made sure that nobody except him will ever hear from you again.

He laughs happily, and all you can do is cry.

“It goes my way, or no way at all. Looks like ya made the wrong business move.”

He lowers the chainsaw to your stomach.

And your blood paints the walls like the rain that has begun to fall outside the windows, as though weeping for the loss of your short and promising life.

.

.

.

Editing can be so ridiculously tedious.

Review clips. Choose the best one. Add to timeline. Cut to fit scene. Add audio and SFX where appropriate. Start again when you are inevitably unsatisfied. Rinse, repeat.

It can be relaxing in a way, but not when it takes you hours into the dead of night, hunched over with burning eyes as you promise yourself you’ll go to bed after one more scene.

Atsumu thought that was bullshit.

So now Atsumu has his head perched on your shoulder where he sits beside you at your computer, ready to drag your ass back to bed as soon as the clock strikes at a respectable hour.

You just wish he would shut up and actually let you focus on your work.

“Damn, I look good in that suit.”

You let out a weary sigh. This is the fifth time he’s complemented himself within the last hour.

“I could have killed you for nearly ripping that shirt,” you say instead, not rising to the bait of agreeing with him that, yeah, he did look good in that suit. “That suit was a rental - I’m not loaded with money, you know!”

He raises his head to splutter with indignance. “I woulda paid for it if that happened, but I was being careful! I even folded the clothes!”

“That was the fit with the orderly nature of your character…”

“W-Well I- I was still careful!”

Another sigh. Atsumu plops his head back onto your shoulder with a huff. A bout of silence as you carry on with your work, engrossed in the screen, until Atsumu ultimately breaks it once more.

“Can I ask ya a question?”

“You just did.”

“Very funny,” he drawls, delivering a pinch to your thigh. He rolls his tongue in his mouth as he contemplates his words. Your fingers slow on instinct, knowing that something was playing on his mind. And while Atsumu loves to complain, it isn't often he let’s loose what’s bothering him inside. You keep an attentive ear out. He eventually speaks up in a quiet voice, like a small boy who doesn’t quite know what to say.

“Why did….why did ya ask me to be in this video?”

“Because I needed a good looking actor, and I thought you’d find it fun.” You glance down at his thoughtful face, admiring the slope of his nose, the pout of his lips. A smile tugs at your lips. The Miya twins really were a pretty pair, weren’t they? “Do you...do you regret doing it?”

“No!” his eyes are wide as he looks up. “Not at all - it was fun. I mean it was great sex and I got to feel all fancy and important, I was jus’ wonderin’....why did ya want me to play that guy? I mean ya picked a bunch of scary monster dudes for the others but…”

Your fingers move away from your keyboard as you bring all your attention to Atsumu now. Your hand idly lifts to thread through his blonde hair, and his own covers it, holds it there.

“D’you think I’m kinda like that asshole?”

Ah. There it is.

Without hesitation, you answer. “Absolutely not.”

He scoffs bitterly, holds onto your hand a little tighter. “I bet you’d be the first.”

With a frown you shift in your seat, pulling him into your chest where he snuggles into your warmth almost immediately. It must be a rare ‘off’ day for Miya Atsumu.

“I don’t think you’re like him at all. And nobody else does either. Sure you can be an conceited prick sometimes-”

“Oi!”

“But I guess that’s part of your charm, isn’t it? You’re just a big headed fool, but your heart is in the right place, and that’s what’s most important. Your friends wouldn’t have stuck around for as long as they did if you really acted like that guy.”

You can physically feel him melt into your chest, and you roll your eyes with mirth. He really is just a sweet, uncertain fool when it comes to these things. Deciding to humour him, you add: “Besides - maybe I just wanted to see you in a suit.”

“Knew it~,” Atsumu says in a sing-song style of voice, making you snort as you return to your work and his head returns to its place on your shoulder.

Another round of quiet, save only for the clacking of your keyboard, clicking of your mouse, and steady breathing from the man-baby beside you.

Of course, he breaks it again.

“Ya think I’d ever get a place like that?” he nods to the screen, smirking at the way the video is paused with his dick in your mouth. Good times.

“Hmm...when you become rich and famous with volleyball after you get signed to a team, I think you will.”

You see him blushing with a dopey grin in the little mirror you keep on your desk, and your heart skips a beat.

“Just don’t forget me when you’re a world famous sports star. Remember your humble porn beginnings,” you joke good naturedly. He snorts, wraps an arm around your waist.

“Bold of ya to assume ya won’t be living there too. Yer sticking with me, girly.” He checks the digital clock. “Almost bedtime. I’ll get yer stuff ready.”

He stands and makes his way across your room, laying out your pyjamas and making a spot for himself on the bed. Your fingers stall, the clip on the screen paused: a frame of the pair of you looking into each other's eyes, noses brushing against each other with rosy cheeks. You’ll have to put that one aside. Too tender for the characters. Too much...longing.

You hover it over the ‘BIN’ folder, before moving it to the ‘EXTRAS’ folder after a second of thinking.

“.... thank you, Atsumu.”

He pauses from his position near the end of your bed, not looking up from the pair of fluffy socks he snagged from your drawer.

“...no problem, beautiful.”

[justasillyoldfox]

It's Alright, Shhh

♡Usopp x Child!Male!Reader

♡More Usopp but with a child now

WARNINGS: None, just fluff

♡Usopp had been trying to get to a specific place for quite some time now, but a certain something has been holding him up. You, a young boy. He had been held up by you for a little bit because you was crying, had no parents, and couldn't talk. So he brought you with him, because he would feel guilty for leaving you behind in such a state.

♡He carried you with him to his destination, so he could get help from his crew about his current situation. Once he had gotten back to the ship, it seemed no one was back yet from their individual adventures, he had attempted to sit you down but that didn't turn out to well since you had started crying and screaming. This had caused Usopp to panic and sit down, "Shh, shh, it-it's okay, I wont put you down," he said in a calming voice.

♡Eventually your cries turned into sniffles and hiccups, he had realized you were super dirty, hair was messy, and had dirty and torn up clothes. He decided it would be best if he had given you a bath and got fresh clothes. He picked up his Den Den Moshi and decided to call Nami, she answered luckily, "Hey Nami do you think you could pick up some baby clothes? You could pick up any kind you like," he said, "Eh, why? Is it important-" "Alright thanks Nami!" Usopp interrupted her and hung up the Den Den Moshi.

♡He let out a deep sigh, "Ah jeez, now I gotta give you a bath tiny one, guess I should take one too, I have to-" "Who are you talking to Usopp-san? I heard screaming," "AHH-oh hey Brook," Usopp had cut himself off when he realized it was Brook. You had looked at Brook with teary eyes and sniffled, "Ah, it is a child..WAIT USOPP-SAN WHERE DID YOU FIND A CHILD AT!?" Brook had asked out of concern. "Well I found him in a small alleyway balling his eyes out, guess he doesn't have parents, and I couldn't leave him there," Usopp said, whispering the last part.

♡"Well I gotta get this kid a bath, so I'll be back," Usopp said while getting up, "Oh, oh, can I join!" Brook said, "Won't the water make you, you know, all weak?" Usopp asked with a questioning look, "Well yes but I wanna spend time with the baby too," Brook had pleaded. Usopp ended up letting Brook take a bath with you both. Usopp had already washed your body and hair with the same soap he uses for his hair and body so you would smell and look good, just like him. Brook was washing his hair as you kept messing with his rib-cage and legs. "Alright, let's get out already, i'm not about to get my skin wrinkled just 'cause you wanna play with Brook," Usopp said as he grabbed the boy and got out, the boy giggled.

♡Brook decided to get out as well, they had both dried up and put some clothes on. Usopp had brought an extra shirt of his to put on the small boy, which he did. You had looked adorable in such a big t-shirt, it's sleeves went to your tiny hands, and the shirt in general went past your legs and piled up on the floor. The best part about it was your hair being messy, "Aw, he looks so cute," Brook commented.

♡Usopp picked you up and carried you out of the misty room while Brook followed. Once Usopp had opened the door he saw Franky, Robin and Jinbei sitting down near at a table, drinking tea. Franky was the first to notice the kid, "Hey Usopp, whats with the kid?" Franky said while pulling up his sunglasses with a questioning look, "I found him in an alleyway," Usopp replied. You stared at Jinbei and he stared back, "Ah!" you had screamed while putting your tiny hands up towards him making grabby hand motions.

♡This didn't go unnoticed by Usopp to which he put you down, and you crawl towards Jinbei. He had set his tea aside and picked you up, you put your hands on his cheeks and squealed with a smile on your face, this made him chuckle and put you down. "What is your name young one?" he asked, "{Y/N}!" you had screamed out, he looked surprised but smiled at you. You had ran back to Usopp and hid behind him, he patted your head, "I didn't know you could say your name," he exclaimed.

♡You guys ended up waiting on the rest of the crew. Sanji and Nami were the first ones to arrive after about 20 minutes, "Alright, I got baby clothes, what did you need them for-EHH!?" Nami had a surprised look on her face as she watched you and Usopp imitating Robin's face. You looked at Sanji who had a bunch of bags, you noticed his curly eyebrows in amazement, "Ah! Ah!" you said making grabby hand motions once again.

♡After a while the rest of the crew showed, all surprised that Usopp had brought a kid with him, "Usopp did you give birth to him?" Luffy asked to which he got hit in the head, "No! I found him idiot!" Usopp yelled at Luffy which made you clap your hands and laugh at them. Usopp decided to dress you up in what clothes Nami had bought, you ended up with one of Usopp's handkerchiefs around your neck, a pair of overalls, a long sleeve shirt, shoes with bears on them, and a bear hat. "He looks very precious," Robin had said while complimenting Usopp's clothing choice, "Aw thanks," he said while he closed his eyes and blushed.

♡Everyone had gotten to hold you, including Sanji who got his eyebrow inspected by you which was really funny. You had been feeling sleepy and went to sit in Usopp's lap. He was sitting, crisscrossed, out in the open and testing out a new weapon he had made, you waddled over to him and plopped in his lap which he made a funny sound, "{Y/N} what are you doing?" he asked as he stopped what he was doing. You had curled up in his lap and already dozed off to sleep, he smiled warmly at the sight and adjusted how he was sitting and went back to work.

[royaltyoon]

JAKE KIM X READER

The unfortunate rains

[A/N]

@yennasstepmom since you wanted angst, here you go. It's nothing major, but I hope you like it.

T/w: mentions of death

It's been a while since I wrote something this big.

"jake, love, you need to get some sleep." But your concern was ignored by the man. It was way past midnight but he was still seated on his chair looking over papers, something about the crew you guessed.

Ever since he was back from juvie, he'd had turned into a different man. Prison couldn't have been easy, so you didn't hold it against him. You just wished that he would atleast take care of himself more.

"Let's go to sleep now, jake"

"you can go I'll join you later" he said looking straight at his papers

"you should really get some sleep, I'm worried you'll overwork yourself."

"Did I not tell you I'll go to bed later."

"jake- "can you just shut up and go to sleep, it's getting on my nerves. "

"are you done now? It's almost 4, you should get to bed."

"stop bothering me, I need to get this paper work done."

"but- "damn it, y/n!! Just leave" He slams his hands on the table producing a loud bang making you flinch. Jake noticed your reaction from the corner of his eye,

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." You could hear the slight remorse in his tone

"just..... go to bed soon." You mumble with a thin lined smile and made your way back to your bedroom. You plop on the bed with a sigh.

He had changed so much, you had been with him even before he joined big deal. But the jake kim you knew now was someone you couldn't recognise at all.

Jake on the other hand, did a lot of thinking that night, he couldn't continue to let his frustrations out on you like that, you didn't deserve it.

You had been through thick and thin with him, you were there when his dad passed away, when he met Samuel, when he joined big deal, when sinu sold himself, when he became the head of big deal, when he went to prison, when he came back and even now when he was stressed about the alliance with workers.

The only thing that remained constant all those years, was your comforting presence. He knew he couldn't have gotten this far if it wasn't for you.

You had always supported him and had been his emotional stability, he knew he would be fine as long as you were there with him. But recently, he had been neglecting you a lot more than ideal.

He didn't know the last time he brought you chocolates on a date nor the last time when you both had dinner together or watched a movie together or even had a random conversation together. It had even been a while since he had seen you smile or told you how much he loves you.

He knew you never put yourself first. For you jake always came first, that's what you were like, you always put someone else before you and undermine your own self. So, you never complained about anything.

Jake had made up his mind, he promised himself that he would make up to you and apologise for how much of a dick he had been lately.

The loud shower of rain broke his train of thought. He sighed heavily, jake absolutely hated rains, he had way too many unhappy memories that involved rain, his dad's funeral, when big deal was disqualified from the four major crews and so many more.

He shook his head as if getting rid of those thoughts. He just decided upon going to bed since he wasn't able to concentrate anymore.

---

By the time you woke up the next morning jake was already gone. You just hoped he had enough sleep to last him the rest of the day.

You set out to go shopping with a umbrella in your hand, the rains seemed relentless. Wandering the street of big deal had always seemed soothing to you, it just always seemed so full of optimism. You smile as you passed a bunch of little kids playing soccer at one side of the streets.

"Hey! Don't let the ball go on the road!" You snapped your head back at the voice of a kid screaming. Your heart stopped at seeing a small boy running behind the ball, right on the road.

The screeching sound produced by the car tyres trying to stop themselves, but the watery road didn't provide enough friction.

What you did next was clearly based on impulse, you reached out towards the boy and the next thing you knew, it hurt everywhere and everything went black. You just hoped you weren't late to save the child as you lost your consciousness.

---

Jake looked out his window, sighing at the unstoppable rain. He just wishes the season would go by in a blink. "Jake!! The big deal girls called!"

"Whats wrong?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I-its y/n." Jake's face dropped void of emotion, "what happened?"

"They called an ambulance, just go to the hospital and see for yourself, hurry!!" Panick started to set into jake, an ambulance?....What the hell happened?

Jake rushed, but time seemed to go so slow for him, his heart beating so loud he could hear it ringing in his ears, his chest felt tight and his gut just knew something was extremely wrong. He tried to stay calm but his mind was rioting against it.

He burst into the hospital doors, immediately gaining everyone's attention, but he didn't care one bit. He looked around till he saw a few familiar faces from big deal. "what happened?!"

"there was a car-and then the kid-he-he was running-y/n tried to push him out of the way-and then-and there was so-so much blood-so we called the ambulance." The girls fumbled over their words, clearly traumatized.

Jake's heart just sunk lower and lower with each word. His face showed a straight expression but only he knew what hell his mind was going through.

"I'm sorry, there was nothing more we could do. The ambulance arrived after the patient had already passed away."

Silence

It was all so silent, untill few of the girls gasped and the other broke into sobs. Jake? Jake didn't react. 'what did the doctor mean the patient passed away? That couldn't be his y/n, it wasn't his y/n, right....?'

'was he left all alone now...? How could he live without you?'

Another season of unfortunate rains brought along another disastrous memory.

-----

Jake carried a framed picture of you in his hands, leading the crowd. The rain drops dripping down his face. Yet another funeral in the rain.

Jake sat at one of the corners, if anyone were to walk into the ceremony, they would've thought he was a distant relative who had to attend the funeral as a formality.

Nothing made sense after yesterday, everyone around him was either crying their eyes out or they were gloom. But him? he was just zoned out. Nothing affected him he just felt numb all over.

All he could feel was regret, you had to have a closed casket since the doctors said your body was mangled up. He couldn't imagine how much pain you went through, he hoped death embraced you quickly to end your pain.

He didn't even get to see you one last time. He didn't get to say 'i love you' he didn't get to say sorry. He didn't get to live the rest of his life with you. It was too unfair, to him and to you.

The last conversation he had with you was an argument, the last time he saw your face, you had flinched because of him. The last time you smiled? He couldn't even remember. He didn't get to keep his promise to take you out on a date.

He didn't get to keep you happy, he didn't have the luxury to fall asleep in your arms to hug you or kiss you anymore, it was all just...... snatched away from him in an instant.

If he knew this is how he would've lost you, he would have spend every waking moment besides you reminding you how much he loved you.

-----

"why did you do it, y/n...?" He asked the tombstone in front of him with your name engraved on it. "Why do you always have to protect others before your ownself?" Everyone else had left and he was the only one there, sitting on the very place your body was burried just a few hours ago.

"why did you have to be so kind?! Look at where it got you!!" He shouted, his voice cracking. His emotions finally letting themself show. " You are gone! You left!! But I'm still here, what about me?? How could you leave me like that?? How could you leave.... " He leaned his forehead against the tombstone, his shoulders moving with every heavy sob that left his throat.

One hand clenching at his chest and the other pressed on the stone. Breathing got hard, his lungs, his throat, his heart everything ached. Every single thing ached because of your absense.

"You left without letting me apologise, without me being able to love you. You probably hated me, you left while you hated me. How can I apologise now? How can I tell you I love you now? How can I hold you again? How can I get you back...? "

The tears mixed with the rain drops cascaded down his face. Anyone could here the pain in his words and in his cries. "Will I never be able to see your face again? How can the world be so cruel? How can it be so unfair? You were always so good, how could this happen to you"

"you were always there for me and I never got a chance to be there for you, and now, I never will...?"

He knew asking these questions wouldn't get you back nor would it help him cope with your loss, but he didn't know what else to do. He just wanted you back.

"just know that I loved you, and I always will, forever."

[westiec]

June 17: Chengxian 💜🖤💕

childhood friends to lovers/QPPs, ace Jiang Cheng, bi & aro Wei Wuxian, modern AU

(A/N: If you're wondering about a certain other someone, he will have a wonderful, full life of his own in Suzhou in this AU but is not in this story. 💙 There are some brief mentions of offscreen ace-antagonism, not by anyone we know.)

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Jiang Cheng had been Wei Ying's best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

Okay. Well, not quite his entire life, but certainly since Wei Ying’s parents moved to California when he was little little, which was about as far back as Wei Ying could remember anyway. Wei Ying’s baba and Jiang Cheng’s baba had grown up in Wuhan together and been best friends when they were kids, so naturally, when Wei Ying’s family moved into the same neighborhood as the Jiangs, it made perfect sense for Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng to become best friends too.

It was Jiang Cheng who had taught Wei Ying that he didn't have to be afraid of dogs, by introducing him to Princess, Jasmine, and Lil' Love. Lil' Love lived up to her name, coming and quietly sitting in all her fluffy glory on Wei Ying’s lap every time he went over to play.

It was also Jiang Cheng who Wei Ying got drunk with for the first time. They snuck booze from the cabinet where Wei Ying’s parents kept it and laughed at the faces each other made with every shot until they stopped tasting the harsh burn, and then laughing more just because.

(Wei Ying’s mom had not laughed, not at the time, when the two teens had been sick as anything the next morning, but instead made them a gloriously greasy late breakfast and gave them lots of advice about proper hydration.

Then she told Jiang Cheng’s mom and let her scold them.)

It was Jiang Cheng who came out first, their first semester in college, when he told Wei Ying he didn't think he wanted to have sex with anyone, ever, and asked if Wei Ying thought that meant no one would ever want to date him. Wei Ying hugged him tight and told him he didn't know about everyone out there, but he knew Jiang Cheng was the best guy in the world and would be an awesome boyfriend, and he'd fight anyone who said differently.

Jiang Cheng found a group on campus for third culture LBGT kids, and Wei Ying went with him, as a supportive ally.

Which was how Wei Ying figured out that he was not just a supportive ally.

In listening to the others talk about orientation and identity and attraction and cultural expectations, Wei Ying realized that what he'd always assumed was normal—finding all kinds of people physically attractive, regardless of their gender—was actually his bisexuality. So that was kind of cool.

"So yeah, now we can be queer together!" Wei Ying said, when he excitedly shared his newfound realization with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Yeah, 'all' and 'nothing,'" he joked.

It was Jiang Cheng who'd helped him practice what to say to his parents when he wanted to change his major at the end of sophomore year, and Jiang Cheng who reminded him to eat and sleep and "take a fucking break, Wei Ying," those next couple semesters when he took way too many hours so he wouldn't have to rack up a whole extra year's worth of student loans to finish his new degree plan.

It was Jiang Cheng who graduated first, on a gorgeous blue-skyed sunny day in May, and Jiang Cheng who suggested Wei Ying keep living with him at his new apartment, so he wouldn't have to try to find a one-semester lease until he finished in December.

(They renewed the lease together every time.)

Jiang Cheng ribbed him playfully each time Wei Ying met someone new, but he was always there each times things fizzled out after a few months for reasons that never quite made sense to Wei Ying.

Jiang Cheng occasionally dated too, and Wei Ying was glad he never did have to fight anybody—though he did drive Jiang Cheng to the emergency room the time he came home with split knuckles from punching a guy who, "seemed to think I didn't know my own mind about certain things."

But dating sucked for everybody, right? It wasn't like Wei Ying or Jiang Cheng were in any hurry to settle down and do the whole spouse and kids thing or whatever. Wei Ying tried to imagine it and just... couldn't, though the image of Jiang Cheng with a baby was admittedly pretty cute.

~

It was not Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Yanli, a few months after she proposed to her girlfriend and they started planning their wedding, who Wei Ying finally asked, "Yanli-jie, how does a person decide someone else is their person?"

Jiang Yanli looked across the room to where Jiang Cheng was showing her soon-to-be-wife how to put side spin on a billiards ball and smiled. "I think you just know," she said. "You meet someone and you get to know them, spend time together, then one day you realize you love them and want to build the rest of your life with them."

Wei Ying wrinkled his nose. "I dunno if it works that way for me. Just some random person? I've never met anyone I can imagine wanting to live with all the time. Well, besides—huh..." he cut off suddenly and darted a look over at Jiang Yanli, who just calmly sipped her drink.

"Have you ever told him that?" she asked, after a moment where Wei Ying reassessed his entire life and dating history. "I think he might appreciate hearing it."

"I... huh. Yanli-jie, you're kinda blowing my mind here," he complained.

"I gathered," she said wryly, before fixing him with a smile that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Of course, I trust," she told him, "that I do not need to explain to you of all people how very dearly I hold my didi's happiness and well-being."

He swallowed and raised three fingers in the salute he'd used ever since the summer that—hah—he and Jiang Cheng had decided as kids that they would make their own oath of brotherhood like the heroes of their favorite show. "I, Wei Ying, swear to you that I would kick my own ass before I did anything to hurt him."

Jiang Yanli leaned over to knock her shoulder against his and nodded. "That's what I thought."

~

Turned out, dating Jiang Cheng didn't suck at all.

It felt easy in a way Wei Ying’s past dates never had, less like trying to keep up with a game whose rules everybody knew except him, more like... well, like spending time with his best friend in the whole world, but on purpose. There was also a tension in the back of Wei Ying’s mind that seemed to have lifted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had gone.

It was Jiang Cheng who helped him figure it out.

"I think it's that now I'm able to count on this. On us," he said, when Wei Ying brought it up. "Before, whenever you went out with someone new, I wondered if this would be the time you'd find someone to fall in love with and leave me behind."

"Aww, Chengcheng! I would never!"

Jiang Cheng huffed and rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were pink. "Well, I know that now," he said, a pleased little smile breaking through his attempts at a scowl.

"As long as you're sure—" Wei Ying began, still getting used to thinking about himself with the word "aromantic." Still a so very sure that Jiang Cheng deserved to be fallen in love with.

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng cut him off. "None of that. I know you. And I know you don't see it this way, but I personally think it's pretty damn romantic that you choose to love me, on purpose."

"I simply have exquisite taste in life partners," Wei Ying sniffed, embarassed the way he always got when Jiang Cheng declared something he'd done "romantic."

"You do," Jiang Cheng agreed. "Someone told me a long time ago I was the best guy in the world and would make an awesome boyfriend, and that he would fight anyone who said differently."

Wei Ying laughed. "That's you and your sister I've promised to kick my own ass if I ever break your heart, then. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever."

"Damn right, you will," Jiang Cheng agreed, grinning smug and happy and breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Ying leaned across the couch to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss—the kind Jiang Cheng had shyly admitted he actually did like, a lot—and smiled too, at how lucky he'd gotten to be with his best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

🖤💜

Today's (extremely long!) thread was inspired by this WONDERFUL art of ace Jiang Cheng and bi & aro Wei Ying! Go give Midori some love on Twitter!

I spent a nonzero amount of time googling to double check when various terms and flags came into vogue, so if you're wondering, WWX & JC were in college in the early 2000s, before the ace and aro flags were designed. By the time they get themselves figured out, they can get their cute wristbands.

...which, yes, means these dingdongs spent about a solid decade living together before realizing that was what they wanted to do forever. 😉

This also means Jiang Yanli and her unnamed wife here are getting married between when California started recognizing same-sex marriages in 2008 and the Obergefell v. Hodges ruling in 2015! THIS SHIT'S RECENT!!!

Happy Pride, thank you for reading, check out more LGBTQIA+ sweetness on my #PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

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frenemies

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

reader is a member of the Undisputed Era and is a guest on Adam’s stream with the rest of the boys, but there’s been a tension building between reader and Kyle that implodes while on stream ...

word count: 5.6k

warnings: angsty, full of smut (hehe), kinda fluffy at the end

— i began writing this pre-ue break up and finished it post-ue break up :) —

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Adam convinced you to come over to play video games on his stream. Accepting that offer was your first mistake. You knew Kyle would be there as soon as Adam said, "The boys and I were gonna stream today on my Twitch if you wanna join us." You should've said no, but you didn't put two and two together.

For weeks, somethings been going on with Kyle, and you don't know why. He's been acting more distant from you and when you actually talk to him, he makes short comments and barely says three words to you. You don't understand why and you've never been good at confrontation. Kyle was your closet friend in the Undisputed Era, but he's been cold toward you for weeks.

On Thursday at one, you pull up to Adam's house. Roddy's car is here but Kyle and Bobby aren't here yet. You grab your phone and turn off the car before getting out and walking up to the door. You knock three times and wait for someone to answer.

Britt Baker answers the door. "Hey! Y/N, glad you're here. I wondered if Adam invited you," she says, greeting me with a hug. "I guess you're going to be on stream, huh? You're not here to hang with me and Marina."

You laugh and say, "Maybe I'll stay a little bit after the stream is done to hang out with you and Marina. Roddy brought the whole gang over I'm guessing."

With that said, Marina appears in the foyer and says, "He did. He thought that I should hang out with Britt while the stream is going on. Troy is in the living room watching some of his father's favorite matches.:

"Of course," you say, smiling. "Let me go greet the guys and I'll sit with you guys until Adam says it's time for the stream to start."

Britt lets me walk past and I greet Marina with a hug before strolling over to Adam's game room. I can hear his voice and Roderick's voice coming from the room as I pop my head in. "Hey, losers," you say. Adam and Roddy both look at you and both men smile.

Adam says, "Hey, Y/N. I'm just explaining everything to Roddy. I'll catch you up when Bobby and Kyle get here."

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Kyle. You keep a smile on your face as you say, "Great. I'm excited. What are we playing?"

"I was thinking some Wii Bowling," Adam says. "Or something Wii related. Maybe some VR games as well. I have Beat Saber, which is fun to play."

You sit in Adam's gaming chair and say, "Wii sounds fun. It's been a while since I've played Wii."

Roddy and Adam both laugh as Adam finishes up.

Bobby gets here about fifteen minutes after you and Troy run in after him, crawling onto your lap on Adam's chair. "Aunt Y/N, what are you gonna play with daddy, Uncle Adam, and Uncle Bobby?" he asks, curious. You smile and hold on on your lap.

"We haven't figured that out yet," you say. "I'll let you in on a little secret though." You lean into Troy's ear and your voice drops to a loud whisper. "I'm gonna beat your dad and your uncles."

Adam, Roddy, and Bobby all look at me and Adam goes, "Hey! I'm the professional gamer here."

You stick your tongue out at Adam and say, "I'm a professional Wii player."

Troy giggles and says, "Yeah! Aunt Y/N is gonna kick your butts."

You laugh and that's when another voice chimes in. "Who said that Aunt Y/N is gonna kick our butt?" You turn your head and look at the doorway.

Kyle. He's finally here.

"Uncle Kyle!" Troy says, scrambling off your lap and running over to Kyle. Kyle hugs the little man and picks him up.

Roderick looks at you then looks at Troy in Kyle's arms. "Alright, buddy," Roddy says. "Time to go sit with mommy and Aunt Britt. Maybe they'll give you a snack if you listen to them."

Kyle puts Troy down and he runs into the living room with Marina and Britt. Kyle closes the door behind him and turns to his Undisputed Era brothers and "bro hugs" them. Then he turns to you and you open your mouth to say something but Kyle says, "Surprised to see you here, Y/N. I didn't think Adam would invite you."

Adam looks at Kyle and says, "Bro-"

You cut Adam off and say, "I'm a member of the Undisputed Era too, Kyle. Or do you not remember saving me from an assault by Toni Storm then helping me secure the NXT Women's Championship against Io?"

Roddy, Bobby, and Adam all stare between you and Kyle as Kyle says, "You're only a member by storyline, Y/N. You're not an actual member."

Your eyes widen and Roderick jumps in saying, "Woah, Kyle. Dude, she's a member of the Undisputed Era. Storyline or not."

Adam says, "Alright before things get out of hand, let's get this stream started. You guys ready?"

Everyone nods. You keep your eyes on Kyle though, trying to figure out why he's making so many hurtful comments. Adam sits in his chair in front of the greenscreen and puts his headset on. You stand beside Roddy while Bobby and Kyle stand behind you too. Adam's going to make introductions. This is a surprise to his Twitch community that you're all going to be on. It's his 200th stream, and it was Adam's idea to bring you all onto the stream.

He looks at the camera and says, "Alright. It looks like I'm live. Is my early crew here?" He pauses and smiles. "It is the 200th stream, you're right. I have a surprise for the 200th stream but I want to wait for more people to get in here before I tell you guys what the surprise is."

You sigh and Roddy says softly, "You seem nervous, Y/N. You nervous?"

Shaking your head, you whisper, "No. I'm fine."

Adam says, "Alright. There's a decent amount of people in here now. Do you guys want to know the 200th stream surprise? It might, how do you say it, shock the system." He smirks and winks a few times at the camera before waving you over first. "Okay, so first we have Miss L/N."

You jump into the frame behind Adam and smile. "Hey," you say before glancing at the chat. "Woah, hi, everyone. Looks like chat is excited."

He laughs and says, "Y/N isn't the only surprise. We got the whole gang here. Roddy, Kyle, Bobby." The three of them join you in standing behind Adam. The chat goes wild and the viewership goes up by a couple thousand. Adam looks at the four of you behind him before looking back at his chat. "Woah, it's going by so quick. So many gifted subs and bits, holy crap."

"Is this a PG stream?" Bobby asks.

Adam nods and says, "Yeah."

You and Roddy both laugh because Bobby likes to curse so much. All of you have to remind him to stop cursing while in the ring sometimes. It's crazy how much he likes to curse, but you like to too so you can't say anything.

That's when Kyle takes his first on-stream jab at you. "Y/N, you better watch your mouth," he warns you. "Adam won't be happy if you start dropping f-bombs on his stream."

To get back at him, you say, "You better watch your mouth before I kick your butt in whatever game we're about to play."

Kyle glares at you and Adam says, "Alright, so I was thinking of games we can play and it's recently been brought to my attention that Y/N is a professional Wii player so let's put that to the test and see just how good she is. Y/N? Game options?" He looks back at you and you begin to think.

"Wii Sports," you blatantly say. "I wanna beat Kyle's butt just because I can."

The group laughs, except for Kyle. You look over at him and smirk. Roddy puts a disk into Adam's Wii console and hands remotes to all of us. Kyle doesn't get one because only four people max can play Wii Sports.

Kyle says, "What about me? I didn't get a remote."

Bobby looks at all of us as we connect our remotes then says, "Maybe you can share with Y/N. I'm sure she wouldn't mind bowling every other frame."

Mentally you groan but physically you say, "Yeah, just pick up your spares, O'Reilly." All of you pick the Miis that you made before the stream. You and Kyle are third to go, and you both decided to throw every other frame. You'd get even frames and Kyle would get odds, so he starts off the game for you both.

Roddy misses a spare in the first, Adam strikes, Kyle picks up his spare, and Bobby gutters then knocks down seven pins on the second shot.

Half the game passes and you're having fun with your doubles partner. Kyle doesn't make any snide remarks toward you and actually cheers you on when you make a spare or strike. In the eighth frame, he actually gives you a high-five.

As Kyle throws the ninth frame, you lean and whisper in Adam's ear while he's out of frame, "You set this up, didn't you? Making Kyle and I team up like this?"

Adam shrugs as Kyle strikes. You get excited and actually hug Kyle. You're now right behind Adam in scoring. Bobby has no chance at winning the game, Roddy isn't that far behind you, and you are just seven pins behind Adam.

You watch as Adam throws his tenth and final frame. He strikes and picks up his spare. Now you're twenty-seven pins behind the leader of the Undisputed Era. He threw a 156 game. You and Kyle can get a 159 if you get all three strikes in the tenth. Technically, you just need two strikes and eight pins on the third shot to beat Adam with a 157 game.

Kyle watches as you get the first strike in the tenth. He cheers for you. You sigh and get ready for your second shot. You strike again. Eight more pins and you beat Adam.

Then it happens. Kyle has had all game to do something to you and he does it just as you throw the ball. It over hooks and you only knock down three pins. You lost by four pins because Kyle decided to yell, "Let's go, Y/N" at you and he scared you so much you jumped, affecting what the ball does on the screen.

The look on Kyle's face was priceless when you turned to him. He looked terrified. "I had it, Kyle!" you shout, kind of annoyed at him. Then you snap. "You just love when I prove myself wrong, don't you? I don't get it. We were so close and all of a sudden, you start acting differently. It's like I did something to you and I don't know what I did."

"Y/N-" Kyle starts.

You cut him off and say, "Save it, O'Reilly." You shove the remote at him and leave the game room. You walk into the kitchen, needing a glass of something to keep you from absolutely losing it.

He didn't need to yell it. He could've done anything else except yell it. It scared you so much that you messed up the winning shot.

Britt and Marina walk into the kitchen and Britt asks, "What happened? You stormed out of there and you looked angry."

After chugging a glass of water, you say, "Kyle happened. Again. He's been up my ass for months and I don't know what I did to deserve this. We were like best friends and he was so excited when I joined the Undisputed Era. Now all of a sudden he's saying the only reason I'm in the group is because of storylines and he's making sure that I prove myself wrong. I say I can beat the guys and he yells something, scaring me, so I mess up the shot and losing to Adam."

Marina sighs and says, "You need to talk to him, Y/N. This pent-up frustration isn't going to do either of you any good."

"I'm not good at confrontation, Marina," you explain. "I never have been."

There are footsteps that come into the kitchen and you look behind the girls to see who it is. It's Kyle. You roll your eyes and try to ignore him even as he says, "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that it would scare you like that. I wouldn't have done it if I had thought-"

You snap and say, "You haven't been thinking, Kyle. Not recently, anyway. These comments you're making hurt me. It hurts when you tell me I'm only in the group because of a storyline when you all welcomed me into the group a few months ago."

The girls leave the room, leaving me and Kyle alone. You sip off another glass of water as Kyle says, "I felt like things were changing with us, Y/N. That's why I started acting the way I have been. I pushed you away because I was scared."

Annoyed, you ask, "Scared of what, Kyle? Scared I was going to do something that would risk our friendship? I noticed it too and I was scared too, but I didn't start making rude comments toward you." Finally, you meet Kyle's eyes. They're full of sincerity and regret.

Kyle says, "Come back to the group. I'm sorry for yelling and making you mess up your shot. I promise I'll be good."

"I don't trust you," you say. You have every right to not trust him. Every time he tells you he'll stop making comments, he does it again. He does it multiple times. "You say that then break your promise. It's happened several times at this point, Kyle."

He looks kind of hurt at your comment. Then something inside Kyle snaps and he says, "Such a hypocrite. You tell me that you'd never make hurtful comments but then you say you don't trust me."

You put the glass down and say, "Maybe you understand what I've been going through for the past few months now, Kyle." Tears sting your eyes as you stare at Kyle. "Do you know how many times I've been alone in a room after you've left and I've just cried? Do you know how many times I've wondered what I've done wrong that has made you treat me this way?"

Kyle almost shouts, "It's nothing you did, Y/N! You haven't done anything except being the kindest and the most caring human being toward me for years. I just started to fall for you and it scared the hell out of me so I just pushed you away."

Your jaw drops. You had noticed that your friendship may have been treading into the more than friends territory but you didn't know that Kyle was falling for you this entire time.

The man in front of you is the most vulnerable than he's ever been. He just told you the one thing he was terrified of telling you at risk of ruining your friendship with him.

He avoids eye contact with you as you leave your spot by the sink and walking over to Kyle, who stands on the other side of the kitchen island counter. He doesn't look at you when you approach his eyes and look up at him.

You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that you might have been falling for Kyle as he was falling for you. Kyle's always been so sweet. He cares for you and the boys, and he's never afraid to show his soft side. Sometimes that side of him shows up on television, and you're guilty of trying to coax that softer more adorable side of him out in front of the cameras.

Whenever you and Kyle would be together, it felt like the world around you stopped. Whether that was having a conversation in your shared locker room with Adam, Roddy, and Bobby or just hanging out at your apartment or his house. It was always you and him against the world, and you just want that back.

Kyle still avoids your eyes as you examine his face as he looks at his hands on the counter. You rest one of your hands on Kyle's and he finally looks over at you. He stands at almost six foot but you're at five foot six so he doesn't tower over you. It would be so easy to just lean up and kiss him.

Fuck it, you think before you grab the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to you. Your lips crash to his and both of you gasp as your lips make contact. You're hesitant with kissing him at first but you slowly gain confidence, pressing your lips harder to his. Kyle pulls back and looks at you, panting slightly. "I don't want your pity kisses, Y/N," Kyle says to you.

"Who said it was a pity kiss?" you question, raising your eyebrows at him as you look up at him.

He sighs and says, "Y/N-"

You shake your head and say, "No. I'm not going to let you talk yourself into it being a pity kiss because it wasn't, Kyle. It was anything but a pity kiss. If your dumbass didn't start pushing me away then it could've happened sooner."

Kyle looks down at you and says, "I don't know what you mean."

Sighing, you say, "I noticed our friendship changing too, Kyle. I mean it. I was ready for you to possibly take the next step by asking me on a date or by kissing me. Then you started treating me differently and I thought it was all in my head. Maybe if you just talked to me instead of saying hurtful comments then maybe I would have kissed you before right now."

"So," he sighs. "That wasn't a pity kiss?"

You smile and shake your head. "That wasn't a pity kiss," you confirm. You slide your hands from the collar of his shirt to his cheeks, where you cup his face. "That was the farthest thing from a pity kiss."

Kyle asks, "Do it again?"

Laughing, you get on your toes and kiss him softly. This kiss is slower but more passionate than the last. Kyle actually touches you, resting his hands on the sliver of bare skin exposed between your loose black crop top and your light blue high-waisted ripped jeans. Kyle turns and presses you against the counter before he reaches down and sits you on the counter. You hold Kyle close, scared to let him go.

Your heart races in your chest. This is everything you've wanted for so long. You've wanted to call Kyle yours for months. After today, maybe he will be.

You pull Kyle closer to you and he leans forward, almost pushing you back onto the kitchen counter. That's when you pull back and giggle, "I don't think Adam would like the fact that we're making out on his kitchen counter. I'm sure he and Britt eat here."

Kyle smiles and kisses your jaw softly before he says, "He has an extra guest room upstairs. I don't think he'd like it if we did anything in his house but I think he'd prefer a bedroom than his kitchen counter."

Smiling, you lean your head back a bit as he kisses your jaw and says, "I'd prefer a bedroom than the kitchen counter too."

"Then let's go," he says, taking your hands. You smile and hop off the counter. "We can't make a lot of noise though because Adam is doing a PG stream right now and the walls in this house aren't exactly thick."

You nod and look up at Kyle. He's almost glowing since he told you how he felt. You feel so happy that everything is out in the open. You don't like how he pushed you away instead of telling you how he felt, but you can get over that if it means that everything can go back to how it was.

Kyle smiles and walks out of the kitchen. The stairs are in the living room, which means you have to walk past Britt and Marina to go upstairs. This is going to be interesting.

You and Kyle walk into the living room hand in hand. Britt and Marina look over at the two of you and Britt's eyes widen. Marina points and says, "That was not a thing a few minutes ago."

Your face gets all flustered and you look up at Kyle. He says, "Well, it's a thing now. And if you excuse us, we need to make up for some time. Upstairs. We'll be quiet."

He leads you upstairs and Britt says, "Keep the sheets clean, please. Condoms are in the bathroom." Kyle chuckles as you both get up the stairs.

"The guys could have heard that," you gasp as you reach the top of the stairs. Kyle cups your face with his hands and presses you against the wall.

You stare up at Kyle as he says, "They'll just be jealous that I'm finally getting everything I want." You grab at Kyle's shirt and hold him close to you.

He kisses your forehead and you close your eyes, asking, "Everything?"

Kyle nods and says, "You're all I want, Y/N."

Your eyes open and you meet his eyes. His face is close to yours and you lean your head up, lips barely touching his. "You're all I want too, Kyle," you say in almost a whisper. "You're all I've wanted for months. There's a reason why there was no one else after I broke up with Murphy a few months ago. It's you. You're it for me, Kyle."

He pushes your hair back out of your face and he says, "He never treated you right, Y/N." He tilts his head, almost kissing you.

"You will?" you ask.

Kyle nods and says, "One hundred percent I will treat you better."

You grow tired of being close to Kyle without him kissing you so you get on your toes, kissing him. The kiss is quick and needy. Kyle stumbles with you to the guest bedroom and kicks the door closed with his foot. You're pressed against the door, kicking off your sneakers while Kyle runs his fingers over the exposed skin on your stomach. You shiver under his touch before you pull at his shirt. Kyle pulls back from the kiss and pulls off his shirt. You run your fingers over his tattoo and see the thing on his arm that monitors his blood sugar levels.

"Are you okay to, you know?" you ask, trailing off.

Kyle glances at his arm monitor and says, "Yeah. I took my meds and I ate so I'm okay. For at least the first round, anyway."

You giggle and say, "Mr. O'Reilly, you don't plan on keeping me for the rest of the day and the night, do you?"

He attacks your neck with kisses before he says, "One round and cuddles then we gotta join the boys to finish Adam's stream. We can negotiate what happens afterward later."

Your fingers run through Kyle's hair and you sigh, "Less talking, Kyle. Please."

Kyle smiles against your neck and walks back to the bed. You pull off your crop top, exposing your black Calvin Klein bra. Kyle's eyes are on your body as he sits on the bed. He kisses your stomach and unbuttons the jeans you're wearing and you watch his fingers. He pulls the jeans down, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

You slide down to your knees in front of him and pull down his loose sports shorts, leaving him in his boxers. You look up at him with innocent eyes and run your fingers over the bulge in his underwear. He sighs softly and leans back on his hands.

It's been a while since you've been with someone, but it's Kyle. Your nerves were shot just kissing him.

Kyle says, "I can see the wheels turning in your head, Y/N. If you don't want to do anything then we don't have to."

You say, "I want to. I want ... you."

He sits back up and pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he says, "You have me."

With that finally said, you smile and leave soft kisses on his knee and thigh. Kyle smiles and you trace over his hardened member in his boxers for a second before you hook your fingers in the waistband. You hesitate for a second before you pull the thin fabric off his body. His erect dick pops out and you gasp at the sight. He's bigger than you thought it was, but you definitely won't complain about it. "Shit," you sigh.

Kyle laughs and watches you. You take his member in your hand and stroke him a few times. Kyle whines softly and lays on his back as you kiss the tip. You nestle yourself between his knees as he legs hang off the bed. Slowly, you begin to take him in your mouth. Kyle gasps and runs his fingers through your hair. Your hands move to his thighs as you bob your head up and down, sucking occasionally.

Soft noises leave Kyle's lips and they go straight to your core. You slip one of your hands into your panties, rubbing yourself to relieve yourself a bit. You moan softly and Kyle gasps, "Keep doing that and I don't think I'll last as long as we both want."

You slowly pull away from Kyle's member, wiping away some saliva that has rolled down your chin as you sucked Kyle off. Kyle sits up and kisses you hard. His hands are on your face as he pulls you up. You straddle his waist and he rolls so he's hovering over you, not breaking the kiss. Your tongue slips into Kyle's mouth as the kiss intensifies.

Kyle's fingers slide down your body until they get to the waistband of your panties. He hesitates before you take his hand and guide it into your underwear. His fingers make contact with your slick folds and you gasp. Kyle pulls back from the kiss and says, "Already so wet for me, baby."

"Only for you," you gasp as his pointer fingers circles your sensitive clit. Kyle kisses down your body and pulls off your panties. He throws your legs over his shoulders and your core is completely exposed to him.

He kisses your inner thighs, close to your soaked sex. You whine and look down at Kyle. He kisses closer to your core. You shiver with anticipation as he finally runs a finger through your folds. You gasp and lay your head back on the bed. "Kyle," you sigh. "Please. I've waited long enough. Tease me later."

Kyle looks up at you and asks, "So there will be a later?"

You look down at him between your legs and you say, "Only if you do something now and don't tease me."

He bites his lip softly for a second before he finally dives in, kissing and sucking on your clit. You let out a soft moan as his tongue circles the sensitive bud. You grasp onto the blankets and smile as he makes you feel euphoric and full of bliss. His finger dips into you and you gasp, not expecting that. Kyle moves his finger in and out of you as you are pulled closer to an orgasm.

Once Kyle adds a second finger and continues to suck on your clit, it's basically over for you. Your legs shake as you are literally seconds away from your pending orgasm. "Kyle," you cry out as he curls his fingers slightly. "Kyle, baby, I'm about to cum."

"Let me taste you, Y/N," he says before continuing to suck on your clit.

Seconds later, your toes curl and you cry out Kyle's name as you release all over his fingers. Kyle hums softly as he tastes your juices and cum. You pant as he gets on his knees and licks his lips. You watch him and try to catch your breath.

He made you cum in minutes just from his mouth and fingers. You begin to wonder how long you'll last when he finally fucks you.

You sit up and leave a few soft kisses on Kyle's chest. Your hands are on the side of his body, holding him close to you. Kyle runs his fingers through your hair and says, "I need to grab something, Y/N, and you need to let me go so I can go get it." Pouting, you let him go and he climbs off the bed. "I promise I'll be quick." He leans down and pecks your lips before putting on his boxers and walking out of the room. You scootch back on the bed a bit as you bite your lip gently.

Kyle returns with a little silver package and closes the door. He walks toward you on the bed but you say, "Lose the boxers before you get on this bed, O'Reilly."

"So demanding," Kyle teases, stripping out of his boxer shorts. "I kinda like it."

Smirking as he crawls toward you, you giggle, "You would." Kyle smiles and hovers over you as you lean back so you're laying on your back. Your hands cup Kyle's face and you stare up at him.

His eyes scan your naked body beneath him and you get a little self-conscious. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," Kyle sighs. "I don't know how I went this long without touching you or kissing you. I really was a dumbass, wasn't I?"

You say, "You were, but I can forgive you for that." You smile and lean up, kissing Kyle. He props himself up on his arms and kisses you back. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

Kyle pulls back from the kiss after a second before he opens the little package. He slides the contents on himself and you watch as he hovers over you again.

Kyle kisses you and you quickly slip your tongue into his mouth. You smile against his lips and you feel his tip run through your folds. You sigh and slide your fingers into his hair.

You hold Kyle close before he pulls back and asks, “Are you sure you want this?”

Nodding, you say, “I want this. Please.”

He smiles and he sets himself up at your entrance. You take one of his hands and hold it as he slides into you. You whine and gasp as his length fills you. Your eyes squeeze shut and Kyle asks, “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m okay. Keep going.”

Kyle continues to slowly slide himself into you. You grip his hand until he’s completely inside of you. He lets you adjust and you nod when you’re ready for him to move.

He begins to thrust slowly, making you sigh softly. You wrap your legs around his waist, holding him close as he picks up speed.

Soon, the room is filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping. Kyle’s thrusts are hard and fast into you. His lips are on yours as he tries to silence your moans.

His lips leave yours and attach to your neck. Your back arches off the bed and you sigh, “God, you make me feel so good. I love how good you make me feel.”

Kyle mumbles, “I love you, Y/N.”

You smile after Kyle’s words. His tip finds your g-spot and you cry out, “Fuck, right there. Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I would never even think of stopping,” Kyle pants as he fucks you.

Moments later, your legs begin to shake and a pit forms in your stomach. Your lips are on Kyle’s again, passionately kissing him as he thrusts hard into you.

Kyle’s movements get sloppier and your whole body seems to shake as you’re pulled closer to an orgasm.

You whine, “Kyle.”

He says, “Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you cum again for me.”

Soft whines and moans pass your lips as the pit in your stomach bottoms out and you release on Kyle’s length inside you. He cums into the condom. He helps you both ride out your highs before he collapses onto you.

Both of you are sweaty and panting as you recover. Kyle smiles and buries his face into your neck.

“Worth the wait,” he pants.

You giggle and look at him. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” you ask.

He looks up at you, meeting your eyes before he says, “Of course I did. I’ve been falling in love with you for weeks. I didn’t just say it and didn’t mean it, Y/N. I would never say it and not mean it.”

You lean your head up and peck his lips before you say, “I love you too, Kyle. Does this mean that we’re together?”

Kyle smiles and says, “Let me take you out on an official date then we’ll talk about it.”

[furikakyo]

a return to roots | 5

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break.

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost

Ichiro arrived right on time at 5:45 in the morning, buzzing your door just as you had gotten dressed after a quick shower. Steam wafted out of the bathroom as you rushed to the door to greet him and show him where the luggage was. Without anything to say, he promptly picked up one of the large hard case suitcases and you followed suit, going after him into the elevator. When your bodyguard loaded both of your cases into the trunk of his car and then opened the door for you to get into the car, you quickly said, "I need to double check everything in there is fine. I'll be back in a minute."

After reassuring Ichiro that you would be ok by yourself, you dashed back inside to survey your apartment, checking each room to make sure you hadn't left anything important behind. The kitchen and living room were clean, check. When you got to your bedroom, you paused, seeing one of your acoustic guitars sitting in the corner. Should you bring it? Were you actually going to write music? When you had announced your hiatus officially, you had stated that it was to gain inspiration for new music... but then that wouldn't really be a break, would it? You gnawed on your lip, remembering what Kuroo had asked of you the night before: "Take care of yourself in Hyōgo, alright? You're there for a reason; to take a break." 

You scowled, cursing Kuroo and his knowledge of your work habits. But, a voice inside you reasoned, it wouldn't be work if you were writing just for fun... You thought back to those moments in your childhood home, in your room, writing songs and uploading them to YouTube and SoundCloud without thinking that anything would come of it; back before you felt any pressure to perform. Back to when you wrote lyrics that weren’t very sophisticated, but earnest and heartfelt all the same… back to when you had your muse to sit beside you every step of the songwriting process.

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you ran to the corner of your room and snatched the guitar, put it in its case, and then snapped it shut with finality.

If Ichiro was confused about you carrying down another piece of luggage, he said nothing, only staring ahead and driving when you were buckled. "Onigiri Miya," you reminded him, then settled into your seat. The ride there wasn't too far from your apartment; you had rented out the space because of its convenience, so anywhere you usually wanted to go to was within a reasonable distance. You watched the traffic with disinterest and spotted restaurants with dim lighting inside, most likely already prepping for the day ahead of them. The world kept moving on ahead, regardless of whether or not you liked it.

When you arrived at Onigiri Miya, Osamu was already out back in the van, probably waiting impatiently. You checked the clock in the car and clicked your tongue. You weren’t even late.

When you stepped out of the car, Osamu opened his door and got out too. You smiled widely. “Samu!” You rushed forward and gave him a strong hug, which he somewhat reciprocated. He wasn’t as big on physical touch as his brother.

Osamu only rolled his eyes though, patting your back as you told him he looked great. “You do, too. Want me to help with your bags?”

You led him to the trunk of your ride, where Ichiro was already opening it and carrying one of your suitcases. Osamu hefted the other one up, and you trailed behind with the guitar case. After securing everything in the back of the van, you turned to your bodyguard.

You smiled, a genuine smile, and then repeated what you’d already told him over text. “Well, Ichiro-san, I don’t know the next time I’ll see you. I’ll make sure to text you in advance if I plan on going to more public areas.” He said nothing, so you continued. “Thank you very much for all you’ve done for me, and I look forward to seeing you again in the future!” You gave him a bow, which he reciprocated stiffly before quickly getting back into his own car and driving off.

You sighed, then looked to Osamu. He quirked an eyebrow. “Ready?” You nodded determinedly, getting into the passenger seat of the van and buckling, him doing the same.

“Alrighty, then,” he cracked a grin. “Time for a road trip.”

After a while of scrolling through your social media accounts you sat back and stretched. Then you flopped back into your seat and looked over to Osamu. “Samu,” you whined in the most obnoxious voice possible, “do you have any food? I’m so hungry.”

Osamu rolled his eyes, jerking a thumb towards the back of the van. “Ya really think I wouldn’t bring food for the trip?”

Immediately, you turned around and began looking behind your seat for food. Sure enough, there was an insulated bag with onigiri. You gasped, bringing the bag into your lap with stars in your eyes. “You brought some?”

You ignored whatever his response was, instead unwrapping one and biting into it. “Mmm,” you moaned, chewing slowly. The nori was still crisp and the rice was fluffy yet still sticky. You closed your eyes to focus on the food. He must have made them right before you got there for them to be this fresh.

“I’m guessing you didn’t eat breakfast, then,” Osamu said, eyes staring ahead at the road.

Your grip on the rice ball tightened before you quickly realized what you were doing. Your apartment didn’t really have much left to eat after you’d finished up the gyoza last night, and even if you’d had food, you weren’t sure if you would’ve been able to keep it down. Butterflies had filled your stomach as you had tried to go to sleep, and they hadn’t really disappeared yet. “No,” you shook your head. “I woke up early in the morning and was tired.”

Osamu hummed and then didn’t say anything else. After another long beat of silence you squirmed in your seat, a little on edge. “Mind if I play some music?” He shook his head at your question and so you took over the AUX, playing some songs that had been stuck in the back of your mind lately. After the music started, any awkwardness immediately dissipated as you sang along and Osamu tapped his thumb on the wheel to the beat of whatever was playing. At one point you had even pointed out his cute habit to which he had denied before doing the same thing twenty minutes later. Giggling, you just looked out the window and didn’t comment on it that time.

After about an hour of songs, Osamu finally spoke again. “You can go back to sleep, if you want. Ya look tired.”

You looked over at him and then nodded, curling into yourself, rubbing your wearied eyes. Sleeping would be a good opportunity since you hadn’t gotten much last night. You leaned against the seatbelt and window and closed your eyes, ignoring the bumps in the road which made your head hit the glass each time. Before you knew it, you were asleep. 

After a little less than five hours, you woke up to Osamu driving, now playing the radio instead. You looked outside. Gone were the skyscrapers and bright lights; in their place were rows and rows of empty fields, all blurring past you. "Are we in Hyōgo yet?" you asked, turning back to him.

Osamu gave you a quick glance and then switched his gaze back on the road. It was just the Onigiri Miya van on the stretch, the rest of what you could see of the roadway completely devoid of another vehicle. "Yeah," he replied. "We have about an hour left. I was gonna stop at the next place to stretch, though." He looked over at you again. "Is that alright with you?"

You nodded and then dug out another rice ball from the thermal bag, munching on it as you stared out the windshield. The nori wasn’t crispy anymore but at least the filling was still yummy.  "So we're going to stop somewhere first. What's the plan after that?"

Osamu adjusted his grip on the wheel, driving with only one arm. "I was thinking that we could stop by your house, unload your luggage, maybe clean up your space since no one's been there for a while, and then go to do my business in Hyōgo." He paused, then added, "With Kita."

Your heart raced. It was your first day back and you were already going to have to face Kita. You could just stay home, a voice nagged at you. No, you thought, your face filled with grim determination. You could do it.

Almost as if sensing your internal strife, Osamu said, "Y'know, Y/N, I think Captain is just as nervous, if not, more." He continued staring ahead, not looking at you. Now he started tapping his thumb against the wheel again.

But you, your head snapped to look at him. "Really?" you asked, eyeing him skeptically.

Osmau nodded, smiling. "He's barely said a peep in the group chat he's in with me. Although now that I think about it, that's usually how he is." He chuckled. "Unless he's getting in between me and Tsumu."

You sighed, sitting back. Why had you expected Kita to hold anger towards you? Because you chose a career over him? Because you chose success over two of you, the voice in the back of your mind whispered. You ignored it, crossing your arms. You felt bad for thinking he would be anything less than how he always was in your mind (he was always Mr. Perfect), but it also made you feel better knowing he was scared too. No, not scared. Nervous, Osamu had said. Oh, god, how were the two of you going to act when you saw each other?

"Hey, Y/N." You turned to Osamu just as he pulled into the driveway of probably the only gas station within a 50 mile radius. He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You'll figure it out."

As you followed him out of the van to stretch out your legs, you could only hope that you would figure it out. Preferably before you had to see Kita.

You had, in fact, not figured it all out by the time you and Osamu reached your childhood home. Instead of thinking about your lack of a solution, you resorted to reaching under the dingy welcome mat and pulled out a plastic bag with a key inside. “Still here,” you said cheerfully, showing the dirty bag off to your friend.

Osamu rolled his eyes and waited as you fumbled with the key to the house and then eventually opened the door.

You peered into the dark corridor and slipped off your shoes before stepping onto the hardwood floor. “I called the electricity and water guy,” you muttered, dragging one of the suitcases behind you. You paused and then grabbed the handle, which extended, then let the suitcase’s wheels do the work for you. “Everything should be functional by the end of the day.” When you got to the end of the foyer, you gasped. “What…?”

The inside of the house was, contrary to your belief, not at all covered in a thick layer of dust like you’d expected. Instead, it looked almost exactly the same as when you had moved out from there.

Osamu trailed behind you, taking his cap off and scratching the back of his head. “To be honest, I forgot that this was happening. Everyone here didn’t want to see your house collect dust and fall apart, so they..." He motioned around him, your eyes following.

The tatami mats in the living room and your parents' bedroom were clearly cared for, otherwise there would’ve been the overwhelming scent of dust or mold. You could imagine the diligence it would’ve taken to clean them so regularly. And the furniture— you ran a finger along the top of the kotatsu and then looked at it; nothing. You’d have to move the kotatsu into storage since it wouldn’t make much sense to have it out right now; you only used it in the winter...

You drank in the rest of the house, mentally planning where to place things and what to rearrange to your own liking. "I'll get the other case you brought," Osamu muttered, sidestepping around you to reach the doorway. You barely noticed him leave as you crept to your own childhood bedroom, sliding open the shōji screen door.

…Huh. It didn't look any different from what you last remembered. You walked inside. You had your western-styled bed, which still had the furniture sliders under the legs to protect the tatami mats; the bookshelves along the wall with your favorite books and shōjo manga... You paused at the string of fairy lights strung above your dresser. Clipped onto them were photos from high school: you and Osamu proudly holding a double-tiered cake you'd made in home economics, you and a few of the other Inarizaki boys fooling around after practice, you with your parents in front of the school in your third year. You laughed to yourself while looking at them, recalling the moments in which the pictures were taken; back when Samu's hair was grey and Tsumu didn't know what toner was, back when your only responsibilities were as Y/N the assistant manager and co-class representative of 3-A.

You stared at the end of the string lights, where there was a picture missing. You knew what was supposed to be there, in that gap. You were unsure of where it had gone though, so you searched your entire bedroom, taking out all of the books in your shelves and turning them upside down, removing all of the drawers in your dresser and peeking inside the base. You scoured your belongings for a sign of where that photo could have been, but to no avail. 

"You looking for something?" Osamu pushed off of the doorway he'd been leaning on and peered over your shoulder. "I can try to help ya find it."

You shook your head, smiling. "No, it's okay. I lost something but it's not that important." You stood up and dusted yourself off, brushing your hands together. "We have some free time now that I don't have to clean up around here. What should we do?"

Osamu nodded, thinking to himself. "Well, we could go reacquaint you with your neighbors… or we could get to the farm early. It’s,” he checked his phone, “around 3 right now so we would have a couple hours to check out the entire farm. It’s big, so having too much time on our hands wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Uh…” You bit your lip and stared expectantly at Osamu. You make the decision.

He lifted an eyebrow incredulously, then said, “Alright, farm it is.”

You dropped your phone into your lap in disappointment, tempted to just throw it out of the window of Osamu’s van. Kuroo really is kind of useless, huh, you thought, staring out of the window glumly.

The sound of the tires hitting gravel road caught your attention and you looked out the front windshield. You sucked in a breath. You were here. At Kita’s farm. Or rather, you thought, Kita’s house. You had parked in the driveway of his home which overlooked all the fields. They were still somewhat of a muddy brownish color from how far away you were.

“Ready?” Osamu tried to look grim, knowing of your inner turmoil, but his glittering eyes said otherwise.

You exhaled and then nodded. “Yes.”

The two of you didn’t end up getting very far along the fields before Osamu ran into someone he knew, probably someone else working on the rice fields under Kita based on the way he was dressed. He wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and, somehow, long sleeved shirts and pants. Osamu smiled, greeting the man, “Koji.”

His recipient smiled too. “Osamu. How’s business in Tokyo? Still thinking of opening another shop in Osaka?” Koji motioned for him to follow him down the path in between the rice paddies, and he did, already lost in a conversation. You watched as another group of workers came towards the duo, and you heard laughing and cheering as Osamu talked to them.

Well, damn. Osamu had left you behind. You looked around and then checked your phone. You still had basically two hours to kill. “Ugh…” Should you just wait in the van for Osamu? What if Kita saw the van pulled up and approached it, though? You did NOT want to be alone with him, just the two of you. Plus it would be hot waiting in there. You pulled at the front of your t-shirt. At least there was a slight breeze every once in a while when you were outside.

Am I really going to do this? You looked up at the sky and shielded your eyes from the sun. It was already beating down on your shoulders and back. Sighing, you started in the opposite direction of where Osamu and the workers had gone. There seemed to be a lot of property, you thought, admiring the view. Although the rice paddies were still muddy, the view you had from this side of the farmhouse was stunning. In the distance were lines of trees so dense, and mountains even further away, just a faint silhouette smoothed against the sky. You imagined what it would look like when the rice was ready to be harvested, all green and heavy with the fruits of labor. 

A few days ago you’d thought absentmindedly that life had been kind to you, Kuroo, and Kenma. But now, looking around the serene landscape and close-knit community of workers, filled with a fresh green newness brought from only the spring, you wondered: maybe the years had been kind of Kita, too. 

Behind you, you heard dull rustling, and you turned automatically. You froze, stunned. Your mouth moved and formed words before you could even comprehend what it was you were saying.

“Kita?”

a/n: ohhh my goodness i had the worst experience with a karen yesterday and i never thought i would have to deal with one for some reason…. fuck you amy and i hope i never have to see your bitchass face again 

taglist (pm me to ask to be added): @papiibuprofen​, @duhsies, @succulentmom, @kenmaslov3r​​​, @introvertatitsfinest

some ~fun facts~ 

- ichiro the bodyguard/driver may or may not have shed a tear or two after y/n left. (i told you he was a big softie)

- he wanted to give you a hug goodbye but wasn’t sure if that would be overstepping 😔

- imagine samu loading the van with your luggage and pushing off the doorframe after previously leaning on it with his muscly arms and glorious tiddies… BEEFY SAMU SUPREMACY 🧎‍♂️

- one of osamu’s guilty pleasures is pop music 😭

- one of y/n’s fav things to do on social media is just go through atsumu’s public profiles and read the thirst comments 😭😭