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MAMA, A DIVA BEHIND YOU! ā toji fushiguro sfw!
prologue. ā toji loves his son, he really does. unfortunately, young megumi is less than receptive when it comes to toji's efforts to impress the pretty neighbour who just moved into the apartment down the hall.
or five times megumi actively made toji's love life worse. and the one time he actually helped.
pairing. toji fushiguro x afab!reader
warnings. megumi is his own warning. mild age gap implied. non sorcerer au, toji is raising megumi on his own. reader has she/her pronouns. nothing else, just shenanigans :) toji gets knocked down a few pegs by his son š mildly ooc toji <3
word count. song inspiration. paper rings ā taylor swift
a/n. this is sooo silly and for fun lol š i feel like you can tell this just isn't my genre or writing style š
mp3. i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings <3
TOJI FUSHIGURO didn't have a lot of treasures in life. he just wasn't that type of guy. treasures were for people with their lives together ā the kind who budgeted for organic vegetables and owned matching socks. toji's list of prized possessions was short: a semi-reliable pay check, a fridge that kept his beer cold on a good day, and the one channel that aired late-night baseball games.
oh, and his kid. megumi fushiguro.
the little brat was the one thing in toji's life he could call a blessing without choking on the word. but lately? toji was seriously considering the logistics of international shipping. could you send a five year old punk to siberia? where was the paperwork for that?
everything had been fine. hell, downright manageable. until you moved in down the hall.
at first, toji didn't give a fuck. neighbours were usually either noisy or nosy, and sometimes the tragic combination of both. the last guy had banged on his door at least once a week, yelling about toji's late-night weightlifting sessions and muttering something about 'quiet hours.'
toji had pegged you for the same. maybe with a yoga met and too many scented candles.
but then, you showed up on his doorstep with a kind smile that could probably light up half the districts in the city. and a polite, sweet, "excuse me, but could you help me with my bed frame?"
and that was it.
the universe must've been real bored, because that was the moment it decided that toji fushiguro ā self proclaimed expert on not giving a damn, was going to lose his damn mind like cupid has struck him with the painful arrows of a crush. and he was a goner.
take #1 ā my neck, my back
spring in tokyo had come into full bloom, the kind of day where the air smelled faintly of sunshine, and the cherry blossoms drifted around like lazy, little freeloaders. below the apartment complex, the park wasn't much to write home about ā a scrappy patch of grass, a couple of benches that looked like they'd seen some shit, and a swing set that squeaked like it had a vendetta against joy.
but for toji? it was good enough.
he'd figured this 'let me show you around because i'm so friendly' outing would be low effort. easy. casual and neighbourly, even. except now, he was leaning against a tree which was far harder than it sounded when his lower back was screaming at him louder than megumi had this morning about brushing his teeth.
but you stood nearby, smiling that damn warm and disarming smile of yours, gently plucking a stray blossom from megumi's messy hair. the kid, for his part, was pointedly ignoring you both, kicking rocks with the type of dedication usually reserved for a brat trying to avoid his homework.
toji cleared his throat, "so, uh, the area's not bad. quiet most of the time. that convenience store over there's open late. great for snacks. or milk. y'know, the owner's a bit of a bitc ā"
"why are you standing like that?"
megumi's voice cut through his rehearsed tour like a rusty knife.
toji shot him a sharp glance. a look that screamed: keep your mouth shut, kid.
megumi just tilted his head, all faux innocence, and then delivered the killing blow with those sea-green eyes gleaming in what toji was certain was pure maliciousness, "dad, your back hurts again, doesnāt it?"
toji froze, scrambling for damage control, but you were already pressing your lips together, trying not to laugh. trying. but he could see the corners of your mouth twitching.
"back's fine," toji huffed, straightening up too fast. something in his spine must have popped loud enough to startle a crow off a branch, "solid a rock, hah! good as new."
megumi glanced at his scuffed sneakers, and then back up, "you said it was hard getting off the couch this morning. didn't you say you're old now and falling apart?"
toji's entire soul left his body. the punk was a traitor to a family name. he should have just sent megumi back to the clan long ago.
"don't you have a rock to kick?" he hissed.
"already did all that."
and that was it. your laugh finally burst out, bright and loud, ringing through the little patch of a park. toji found himself staring at you like some idiot in a rom-com whoād just realised he was completely doomed.
"kids, huh?" he muttered, throwing megumi a glare that promised revenge.
"kids," you agreed, eyes still sparkling as you excused yourself, something about leaving a pot on the stove. you gave toji one last look as you turned to go, warm and soft with that lingering amusement.
toji leaned back against the tree once you were gone, letting out a long sigh. megumi was still standing there, kicking the same patch of dirt, as though he were trying to discover unseen archaeological wonders underneath the earth.
"you're lucky i donāt sell you to a circus," toji grumbled under his breath.
megumi didnāt even look up, "you wouldnāt get that much for me."
smart-ass kid.
take #2 ā the liar's pants are blazing on fire
walking someone home shouldn't have felt like scaling mount fuji, but toji fushiguro was now sweating bullet. the evening was crisp, the air cool enough to keep him from outright drowning in these stupid nerves, but it helped little.
the streetlights flickered on one by one, casting a faint yellow glow over the neighbourhood. nothing fancy ā just rows of small apartments with laundry dangling off balconies and the occasional stray cat darting under parked car. it wasn't exactly romantic, but in the soft glow of the spring, it didn't look that bad.
you walked besides him, laughing at some half-assed joke he'd cracked earlier. and damn, toji liked that sound. more than he should've. more than he'd admit to anyone, including himself. now though, the silence had crept back in, and he was left psyching himself up for the move.
just hold her hand, his brain hissed, it's not rocket science. come on, man. no! wait, give her a compliment, call her hot. ugh, idiot. don't say that yet -
his thick fingers flexed awkwardly at this side as he tried to look natural. a valiant losing battle when every nerve in his body screamed, you have one job, fushiguro. don't ruin this.
"dad!"
toji's head snapped up like a startled animal, and there he was. megumi. his kid. his little shadow. gasping, clutching his throat, and staggering toward them like a samurai dying in glorious battle.
"dad! i ā i can't breathe!" megumi wheezed, voice raspy as he doubled over in dramatic agony.
toji blinked. what the ā
"i think i'm dying!" megumi croaked, collapsing onto the sidewalk with all the subtlety of a boulder tumbling down a hill.
toji sighed, already pinching the bridge of his nose. shouldāve known. thid kid had been hanging around that white-haired freak downstairs too much. what had that gojo satoru been teaching him? shakespearean death monologues?
"what is it this time?" toji asked flatly, his voice like gravel.
"maybe, maybe it's the peanuts!" megumi sputtered, clutching his chest now, because why not? "the ones i ate at home! i think i'm allergic!"
toji stared at him, unimpressed. this was the same kid who could inhale salted peanuts by the handful, barely pausing for air, like he was training for some bizarre snack-eating championship.
"you're not allergic," toji deadpanned.
"i think i am!" megumi wheezed, dropping to his knees, his little hands shaking dramatically.
"oh my god!" you gasped, wide-eyed. "should we ā i mean, do we need to take him to the hospital? i can drive ā"
toji waved a rough hand, trying to salvage what little dignity he had left, "nah, kidās fine. just go on home. i'll handle this."
"but ā"
"it's fine," toji insisted, forcing what he hoped was a reassuring smile, even as megumi collapsed onto the pavement like heād been struck by lightning.
you had hesitated, clearly torn, but eventually nodded, "okayā¦ but call me if you need anything, okay?"
toji nodded, biting back the heat threatening to crawl up his neck. "yeah, yeah. go on."
the second you turned the corner, toji crouched next to his "dying" son, who immediately cracked one eye open and coughed weakly for good measure.
"what the hell was that?" toji grunted, "what did i say about huffing gasoline in the laundry?"
"don't do it."
toji flicked the punk's forehead, "mhm, so?"
megumi shrugged, sitting up and dusting off his pants. "thought i was allergic."
"to peanuts? that shit you eat everyday?"
"better safe than sorry, dad."
toji huffed, ruffling a hand through his choppy black hair. he glanced in the direction youād gone, muttering under his breath, "you're lucky youāre cute, kid."
the next morning, toji opened his door to find a basket sitting on the mat. a pristine, gingham-lined basket packed with golden, buttery pastries and muffins that smelled like heaven. attached was a note:
for megumi! i hope heās feeling better!
karmic justice demanded that toji sit down, scarf it entirely, and leave nothing but crumbs for the little brat. he'd earned that much.
take #3 ā they didn't get my nose right!
toji fushiguro didnāt get flustered easily. fights? He could eat a punch for breakfast. bills? well, avoidance was a valid financial strategy. but you, sitting on his couch, smiling at him like youād never met a red flag you didnāt want to rehabilitate, while unpacking groceries for him and megumi? that was uncharted territory.
terrifying.
the apartment was...presentable. which was more than he could say ten minutes before you arrived, when he'd barked at megumi like a drill sergeant to hide every suspicious stain and questionable stack of dishes. now, the faint sting of cleaning spray lingered in the air, and the tiny place almost looked cozy. not that toji would admit it.
"you didnāt have to bring anything," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
"oh, it's no trouble!" you chirped, beaming like some kind of saint. "i thought you and megumi might like some fresh vegetables. and i couldnāt resist grabbing some sweets for him."
from the corner of the room, megumi's ears perked up at sweets. he dropped the crayon heād been chewing (toji pretended not to see it) and padded over, all innocent wide eyes and suspiciously good behaviour.
"dad," megumi started, his tone way too angelic for a kid who regularly schemed like a demonic manga villain, ācan i show her my drawing?"
toji utterly froze.
megumi never asked to show off his drawings. usually, he just thrust them into unsuspecting hands like a nosy salesman who couldn't take no for an answer. this? this was premeditated.
"uh," toji grunted, squinting at the kid. "maybe later. sheās busy."
but you, bless your overly trusting heart, smiled and said, "oh, i'd love to see it! i'm sure it's adorable."
toji didnāt even have time to stop him. megumi whipped out a crumpled paper from his pocket like he was smuggling state secrets and handed it to you with an air of triumph.
you unfolded it carefully, and toji wanted to crawl into the walls.
there it was: a chaotic, technicolor mess of lines and smudges.
and centre stage?
a terrifyingly accurate caricature of him labeled "dad," locked in what could only be described as a life-or-death struggle with a rabid raccoon twice his size. above his head, a speech bubble screamed, "no!" while the raccoon yelled back, "mine!"
toji groaned so loud it couldāve registered on the richter scale, "kid. seriously?"
your laughter was instant and loud, the kind that made you clutch your sides and tear up. "this ā oh my god, this is amazing!" you wheezed, doubling over.
"itās not even accurate," toji muttered, crossing his arms, his biceps straining against his shirt like they were trying to leave this embarrassing moment behind. "i won."
"dad didnāt win," megumi piped up, as smug as a kid whoād just blown up his old manās spot in front of a pretty lady, "the raccoon stole the chips."
"megumi," toji growled, pinning him with a glare that wouldāve made lesser beings tremble. the kid just shrugged, popping another crayon into his mouth like this was all part of his five-year master plan.
later, after youād left, still giggling and promising to "treasure" the drawing, toji leaned over the kitchen table where megumi was innocently snacking on his candy.
'kid," toji said, his voice low and dangerous, "if you ever pull something like that again, iāll eat your crayons. one by one. and i'll make you watch."
megumi didnāt even flinch, cool as a cucumber, "good luck. i hid all the good ones."
take #4 ā take your broke ass home!
the neighborhood festival was the kind of event that came together with duct tape and misplaced enthusiasm. a few janky game booths, a cotton candy machine that looked like it ran on prayers, and a ferris wheel that creaked like it was auditioning for a horror movie. but toji didnāt mind. he had a plan.
this was going to be his moment.
he invited you under the pretense of "fun time" for megumi, but really, it was to show you what a catch he was. buff, capable, ruggedly charming ā he was ready to prove it all. what better way than with a little festival bravado? heād win you a giant stuffed panda or one of those oversized bears that could double as a couch. easy.
you and megumi stood by a booth plastered with painted bullseyes, rows of rubber balls stacked neatly on the counter. toji rolled up his sleeves, flexing his arms just enough to catch your attention. he reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of crumpled cash like he was buying the entire festival, "watch this."
from beside him, megumi crossed his arms. his eyes squinted with the kind of judgment only an six-year-old could muster. then, like a sniper, he fired off the line that would ruin toji's day.
"careful, dad," megumi said, voice loud enough to turn a few heads. "thatās our grocery money for the week."
toji froze mid-reach for the first ball and his jaw clenched. slowly, painfully, he turned to face megumi, who was standing there with a look of angelic smugness.
"megumi," toji growled through gritted teeth, "let's remember who brought you here."
megumi didnāt miss a beat, "oh, right. i'm just worried that dinner tomorrow is soy sauce soup."
"kidās got jokes," toji muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his cocky energy now entirely replaced by something closer to "please make this stop."
"oh, i donāt think heās joking," you teased, tears forming at the corners of your eyes from laughing too hard.
"yeah, definitely not joking," megumi deadpanned, "dadās gonna start eating protein powder straight from the jar."
"megumi," toji barked, praying for divine intervention that would include his son being carried off by a stork, "youāre grounded."
"for what? telling the truth?"
before toji could escalate into full-on dad-mode, the game attendant ā clearly desperate to avoid whatever domestic drama was brewing, handed toji a stuffed panda.
"here, sir, on the house," he said with a strained smile, like he was hoping toji wouldnāt throw a ball through the booth.
toji grabbed the panda and shoved it into your hands with all the grace of a man trying to save face, "here. told you i'd win ya something."
you had just hugged the panda, still grinning ear to ear, "who knew you had a sweet spot? i'll cherish it forever, especially after hearing how hard you worked for it."
megumi, the little bastard, had already wandered off to scope out the cotton candy stand.
toji watched him go, then glanced at you, feeling oddly resigned, "iām never bringing him to one of these again."
"oh, come on," you said, nudging him playfully, "i'm glad we came. this was fun. besides, he's a sweet kid."
he wondered if you were half-blind, but held his tongue. instead toji groaned, rubbing his temples, 'kidās not eating for a week."
take #5 ā brought the heat back!
it was a quiet thursday evening, the kind of night that lured people into thinking life wasnāt a complete dumpster fire. the sky was fading into a smug sort of pink, and a light breeze was making it just nice enough to forget toji's apartment was a little too warm because heād cheaped out on air conditioning.
youād accepted his invitation for dinner, and now here he was, a grown man trying to pretend he wasnāt about to impress the hell out of you with his cooking.
see, toji wasnāt just some dude who could barely boil water. nah, this man knew his way around the kitchen ā specifically around a bowl of spicy curry that could win hearts. but he couldnāt let you know that.
toji liked to think that he had a reputation to uphold: rough around the edges, dangerously hot, and way too casual about everything.
so when you walked in, he scratched the back of his head like heād just thrown the recipe together from a vague memory, muttering, "i dunno, figured i'd try somethinā new. if itās bad, thereās takeout."
except this wasnāt new. toji knew exactly what he was doing. his curry was legendary in very specific circles ā namely, his own ego.
meanwhile, megumi was hanging around the kitchen like a suspicious little gargoyle, all quiet and sneaky-eyed. that shouldāve been the first warning sign.
and when dinner was served, toji had to admit it, it looked perfect. rich, golden curry with just the right balance of spice, heat curling off the plates like a victory lap. hah, an easy win.
you had taken a polite bite, smiling at first. until your face suddenly froze like you'd just been slapped by a fire demon.
"what, it's too spicy?" toji asked, as he watched you struggle to smile. your lips twitching like they were trying to run away.
"no, no!" you wheezed, "it's ā it's really good. just got a lil' kick to it, that's all!"
kick? toji blinked. you looked as though you had been delivering a roundhouse to the face.
suspicious now, he scooped up a big bite himself. the moment it hit his tongue, he nearly choked. his sinuses exploded, his tongue went numb, and he could feel sweat instantly forming on his brow.
"what the fuck," he sputtered, slamming down his fork and lunging for his water. toji guzzled it like a man whoād just escaped a desert, while you valiantly kept nibbling as though your dignity depended on it.
megumi, sitting way too calmly at the table, didnāt even flinch. he was eating like the curry was perfectly fine, which made it even worse. this little freak.
toji squinted at his only child, "megumi. what did you do?"
"nothing," the kid said, wide-eyed and dripping with fake innocence. too fake, tsk, toji knew that look. "just...helped with the seasoning."
tojiās stomach dropped, as his blood pressure rose, "how much seasoning?"
megumi shrugged, stabbing at his rice like he wasnāt actively committing a felony, "i dunno. a lot. jus' wanted to be helpful, dad."
"y'trying to kill me? her? yourself?!"
you laughed nervously through the pain, "ah, toji. itās really not that bad ā"
"donāt lie, doll" toji snapped, shooting you a look, "sweatin' like you ran a marathon."
"so are you!" you shot back, snickering. and you werenāt wrong. toji's forehead looked like heād just finished a full-body workout.
megumi leaned back in his chair, chewing slowly, and said with an infuriating amount of smugness, "i like spicy food."
toji pointed at him, wondering if it would be easier to pick up the kid and launch him out the window, "you better start liking ramen, ācause thatās all youāre eating for the next week."
"fine with that," megumi said, clearly unbothered, "isn't that what i eat all the time anyway?ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½
toji groaned, dragging a hand through his messy hair, which now stuck to his forehead in sweaty, choppy strands.hHe turned to you, desperate for some kind of redemption. "this wasnāt how it was supposed to go. itās normally amazing. i swear."
"itās fine," you laughed, even as you sipped water like your life depended on it. "honestly, i think itās kinda cute."
that threw him for a loop. "cute? whatās cute about this? i just served you a bowl of liquid hell."
you grinned, a little too amused for his liking. "itās the effort."
toji, for once in his life, had no comeback. he just sighed, defeated, and grabbed his phone to order takeout. megumi, meanwhile, looked entirely too pleased with himself, even lifting the bowl to his lips to smack away the remnants of the soup that he slurped.
interlude: the peace talks
youāre standing outside toji's dingy apartment building, where even the cracks in the walls look like theyāve seen some things. youāre not entirely sure why youāre here. okay, thatās a lie. youāre absolutely sureā itās because of him. that rough-edged, broad-shouldered man who can bench press your common sense into oblivion. but of course, youāre telling yourself itās "just to check in."
totally innocent.
you knock. a few beats of silence, then the door creaks open just wide enough for a face to peek out. it's megumi fushiguro, toji's odd kid, and his expression already screams ugh. the kind of look that says, "what does this clown want?"
"uh, hi," you say, suddenly unsure if youāre allowed to be nervous around a first grader, "is toji here?"
megumi stares at you like you just asked if the sky was plaid, "nope," he says flatly, but doesnāt move. he keeps the door partially open, like heās either waiting for you to leave or deciding if youāre even worth his time.
"oh. okay, that's fine, i'll just ā" you motion vaguely toward the stairs, already regretting this whole situation. but then the kid speaks up.
"why do you wanna see him?" his tone is casual, but his eyes? sharp like sea-glass. too sharp for someone so young. heās leaning on the doorframe now.
you blink, mind going blank.
"i donāt...i mean, i was just dropping by to say hi. thatās all."
megumi tilts his head, scrutinising you like youāre a suspect in a crime only he knows about, "do you like my dad?"
you choke on what must be your last breath on this earth, "what?! no! i mean, what are you even saying, he's..."
youāre spiralling, and megumi's smug little smirk says he knows it. Heās enjoying this way too much.
"sure," he says with a shrug, stepping back into the apartment. he leaves the door wide open like itās an invitation ā or maybe a saw trap. against your better judgment, you follow him in.
megumi plops down on the couch, picking up a laptop like youāre not even there, "youāre not the first," he mutters without looking up.
"whatās that supposed to mean?" you ask, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
he shrugs again, still not meeting your gaze, "just saying, dadās got... fans." he says it with the kind of disdain only a kid can muster when talking about their parent, "but youāre, like... different."
"different how?" you ask, instantly regretting it. you shouldnāt engage. this is toji's kid, not your personal gossip columnist.
megumi finally looks up, one eyebrow raised, "you donāt seem as dumb as the other ones."
wow. compliment of the century. "that's way harsh. but thanks," you say dryly, crossing your arms. "and here i thought we were bonding."
thereās a flicker of something else in the child's eyes. a glimmer of protectiveness, maybe, "look, i'm just saying...donāt get your hopes up, okay? i don't think my dad's that type of guy."
you frown, perplexed at having this conversation with a child who barely comes up past your waist, "what makes you say that?"
megumi looks like heās about to launch into a powerpoint presentation on why toji fushiguro Is a walking red flag, but then he stops. his petulant expression shifts, softens, just a little, "i don't anyone to be sad."
and there it is. the kid act drops for a split second, and you see it. heās not just being a little punk ā he's protecting himself. maybe heās seen toji screw up one too many times, or maybe heās tired of people coming and going from their lives. either way, you feel a pang of sympathy.
you sit down on the edge of the couch, careful not to invade his space, "i get it,ā you say gently, "and i appreciate you looking out for me, and for your father. but...maybe your dadās not as bad as you think."
megumi snorts, "yeah, right. i think he's a mess."
"well, sometimes messy people need someone to believe in them," you say, surprising even yourself with the honesty in your voice.
he doesnāt respond right away, just stares at the laptop screen like it holds the answers to life. finally, he sighs, closing it with a decisive snap.
"fine. you can...hang out with him. or whatever. i won't pull any dumb shit,ā megumi suddenly pauses at the slip of his tongue, āwait, don't tell him i said that word. but if this screws up, i'm saying āI told you so."
he sounds like heās just agreed to let you borrow his favourite video game.
you smile, relieved, "deal."
just then, the front door opens, and in walks toji, all feathery raven hair, sweat-slicked muscles, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder like heās just conquered a small country. he pauses when he sees you, eyebrows raising in surprise. "hey, didnāt expect to see you here," he says, voice rough but warm.
before you can respond, megumi pipes up from the couch, "we had important business."
megumi watches you leave, your footsteps echoing down the hallway. you turn back once, smiling at toji like heās just said something funny ā or maybe like heās not completely hopeless. his dad stands in the doorway, looking uncharacteristically relaxed, a satisfied smirk on his face that makes megumi's stomach churn.
how disgusting.
the second the door clicks shut, toji sighs like some kind of romantic hero from the bad drama his dad loves to secretly watch, running a hand through his choppy black hair and scratching at the back of his neck.
"isn't she cute?" coming from a guy who once tried to flirt with a waitress by asking her how many push-ups she thought he could do.
toji disappears into his room, leaving young, burdened megumi stranded on the couch with his thoughts. his dad ā the six-foot-four slab of muscle and bad decisions who calls protein shakes "wizard juice" ā is clearly falling for you. and honestly? megumi doesnāt hate the idea. youāre nice. you donāt talk down to him like other adults, and you donāt smell like motor oil and regret like toji's usual crowd.
but toji? his dad couldnāt woo a cactus. if this is going to happen, megumi's going to have to step in. it's the responsible thing to do.
he grabs his laptop again, boots it up, and clicks on the email icon with all the gravitas of a general preparing for war.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: hey gojo i need help message: hey gojo i need help.
he hits send, satisfied. within ten minutes, thereās a reply. gojo's always on his computer nowadays, swamped by senior finals.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: re: hey gojo i need help message: why are u emailing me. i feel weird emailing a six year old.
megumi rolls his eyes. heās six, not stupid. he definitely thinks he's smarter than gojo satoru.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: re: re: hey gojo i need help message: i think my dad has a crush.
thereās a pause. megumi imagines goji sitting in his weirdly pristine apartment downstairs, wearing those stupid sunglasses he insists are cool, trying to process what he just read.
the reply comes in two words.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: re: re: re: hey gojo i need help message: come downstairs.
then another one.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: re: re: re: hey gojo i need help message: letās debrief. i got cookies.
megumi shuts his laptop, slides off the couch, and heads for the door. it's time someone with real intelligence got involved.
megumi fushiguro sits at the kitchen table, eating rainbow cereal and trying to ignore the way his dad is pacing the room like a stressed-out gorilla. toji fushiguro, a walking, grunting tank of a man, is mumbling under his breath about "women" and "bad timing" and something about his shirt being "too tight." not that his dad has any normal shirts ā just those stupid gym shirts.
megumi, as the only person in this house with half a brain cell, knows exactly whatās going on. his dad's got it bad for you.
not that he thinks that his dad would admit it. no, his dad's strategy for dealing with his obvious feelings is to act like a complete idiot whenever youāre around. last time, he dropped a dumbbell on himself while trying to show off. the time before that, he laughed so hard at one of your jokes he spat coffee everywhere. megumi had to clean it up.
so yeah, his dad was hopeless, and apparently, itās megumi's job to fix it.
but megumi doesnāt think of himself as a matchmaker. he thinks of himself as a tortured genius, forced to live among lesser idiots. and frankly, he doesnāt even like the idea of his dad dating. because that's gross.
but the truth is, megumi's tired of toji stomping around the apartment like a lovesick rhino, and if getting you and his dad together means toji might finally stop asking megumi if his hair looks "cool," then so be it.
he starts small. when you knock on the door that afternoon, megumi answers and blocks the entrance like a bouncer, just like gojo told him to.
"oh, dad's not here again," he says, casual.
your face falls, and megumi immediately clocks it. bingo.
"you're in luck today, lady. wait here," he interrupts, darting inside, "i'll grab him."
except his dad is in there, muttering something about a broken pipe in the kitchen, while tapping furiously on his phone. megumi marches in, hands on his hips.
"i let her in," he announces, like a town crier.
his dad looks up, like a deer caught in the headlights of his own stupidity, "what? why didnāt you tell me? damn punk," he scrambles for a shirt.
"i'm telling you now, dad," megumi says, dully, "also, youāre acting like a weirdo. just go talk to her. ask her out."
toji freezes, halfway into his shirt, "what's gotten into you, kid? gonna drop a knife on me, huh? what am i supposed to say?"
megumi resists the urge to roll his eyes so hard they fall out of his head, "i don't know. say hi to her. maybe don't mention the gym."
his dad frowns, "you're six, punk. what do you know? people like hearing about that shit."
"not normal people."
once toji is finally presentable ā or as presentable as a man with permanent bedhead and a scar on his lip can be ā megumi ushers him out of the room. then, like the misunderstood mastermind he is, megumi follows quietly, lurking behind the door to eavesdrop.
toji opens the door to find you standing there, fiddling with the strap of your bag. his usual dumb smirk creeps onto his face, "hey, didnāt expect to see you here," he says, leaning on the doorframe like he thinks heās starring in a cologne commercial.
"yeah, i was just...in the neighborhood," you say, sounding way too nervous for someone who claims this is a casual visit.
megumi winces. theyāre hopeless. this is your neighbourhood, too.
toji scratches the back of his neck, a nervous tick Megumiās only seen when heās trying not to embarrass himself, "well, uh, you wanna come in? i was just... doing some cleaning. we can...talk, or some shit like that."
megumi knows for a fact that there's a lie in toji's words. the only cleaning his dad's ever done is shoving everything into the closet and calling it "organised."
but somehow, it works. you step inside, smiling at him like he just offered you free ice cream. now, that would be a decent offer.
from his spot behind the door, megumi mentally pats himself on the back. phase one: complete. he decides to clock out, flopping back on his rumpled bed to pull his laptop back out, immediately logging back onto his game.
but by the time you leave an hour later, toji looks like he just won the lottery. youāre smiling too, waving awkwardly before heading down the stairs. and ugh, gross! you lean in and press a soft kiss to toji's cheek before you turn.
as soon as the door shuts, toji leans against it and lets out the most ridiculous sigh megumi has ever heard.
"hah, kid. she likes me," his dad says, grinning like a lovesick idiot.
megumi, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, crosses his arms, "that's foul. but no thanks to you."
his dad opens one sharp green eye at him, and scowls. "whatās that supposed to mean?"
"it means," megumi says, feeling a lifetime of bribery for ice-cream excite him, "you owe me. big time."
tojiās standing in the doorway, looking at megumi like he just asked him to join some cult. he scratches the back of his head, giving megumi that look ā like heās trying to figure out what the hell his kid is up to now.
"eh, you look weird today," toji mutters, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. he reaches down and ruffles megumiās hair like itās no big deal, making it stick up even more. his hair gets all spiky and untamable, and megumi scowls, smoothing it down, trying (and failing) to get his dark spikes to behave.
"yeah, whatever, dad," megumi mutters under his breath as toji turns and saunters off into his room. tojiās probably about to do a hundred push-ups and gloat to himself. megumi can already hear the dumb grunting from the other room.
as soon as tojiās gone, megumi sits back down at the table, shoveling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
for once, the apartment is quiet. no random phone calls, no weird people showing up, no random training sessions that sound more like a one-man wrecking crew than āexercise.ā just peace.
itās bliss.
he takes another bite of cereal, enjoying the calm and the fact that someone else is going to have to deal with tojiās nonsense for once. itās about time.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: mission accomplished message: it worked. my dad's in love.
a few seconds later, gojoās reply pops up.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: re: mission accomplished message: that's great! wanna help me with the guy i like?
megumi squints at the screen, blinking twice. he closes his laptop with all the gravity of someone who has just solved world peace.
to: [email protected] from: [email protected] subject: re: re: mission accomplished message: no.
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I love the idea of sevika with a retired brothel worker. Like they fell in love and sevika got her a job at the last drop or smth.
I also love the idea of mama sevika. I would love to give her a child š so maybe domestic fluff around sevika her wife and their child. Lil' Families are my favorite thing
The bright side of things
Parings: Sevika x Retiredbrothelworker!reader
Warnings: Nothing major, Fluff, just full on FLUFF, No mentions of Y/n, and no description of reader. Sevika trying to seem tough around the kid, but fails. (100% let me know if anything is missed!)
Word count: 1.4k
Not proofread! sorry for any typos. I wrote this at like 2 am....oops
A/n: Thank you so much for this request. I loved this idea so much when I first read it, so I had to do this one immediately!Ā
(I have so many more amazing requests in my inbox, and I'll get to them soon! Thanks so much again for sending this, and I hope you enjoy it)
Dividers by: @cafekitsune
Ever since you retired from working at the brothel, life seemed more simple and comfortable.Ā Sevika, who you met a few months ago before your retirement, had grown onto you. The way she carried herself whenever she would stride around the building made you burn inside a little.
It all got better when you were told you were booked for an hour. Dreading what kind of person you'd have to entertain or boost their ego to make them feel something, but with a big surprise when your face met with Sevika's, she was leaning back, legs spread open as a cigar sat on her lips. That's how everything started for the both of you.
Sevika offered you a job at the last drop when you first told her of your retirement; it got tiring and exhausting physically and mentally. Your heart melted at her offer and took it immediately. It's something you never in your life thought you would work at, but what can you expect? It's a way better job than working at a brothel, body sore and no break.
You always remember to thank her whenever possible; Sevika isn't the type to show affection in public, so you'd always kiss her on the cheek and lips as a way of thanking her. Sharing each sweet moment with one another in your new shared apartment. The undercity wasn't someĀ fairytaleĀ place to grow up, but with her presence, it made you forget everything.
Sevika likes that you took her offer on working at the last drop. She now gets to keep an eye on you, especially when she plays poker, and in the quick moment whenever you'd hand her a drink, your eye's lock on hers every time you hand her the glass, a soft and sweet look. Of course her gaze locks in yours in return, but never softens; she can't let half of the undercity that she's practically on her knees for you.
And this is where the both of you are now, still together and head over heels for one another. The two of you sat on the couch that sat in the small living room; you held a sketchbook, drawing random doodles, never being the professional type, though. Sevika just watches you making a game of her own on trying to guess what you're making or stares very confusingly at it. Everything was quiet and calm until a thump was heard from one of the bedroom doors.
The sound of feet padding against the wooden floor became louder until a small girl appeared with a huge smile on her face. Immediately she decided to join the both of you on the couch, but rather than sit, she began to jump and speak very fast.
"Can I please, please, pleaseee come to work with you, Momma? I want to make drinks with you." Speaking so fast, neither you nor Sevika could comprehend a single word. Glancing at Sevika for a quick moment and back to the child before stopping her from jumping on the couch to avoid any possible injuries.
"Selani, remember what we both said about jumping on the couch? You could get hurt easily." Her smile dropped as she looked at Sevika, who spoke about 'the couch wasn't cheap.' Selani gave a nod in return before sitting herself down onto the couch. Both you and Sevika took Selani in after you both found her alone with nobody near; it broke your heart badly, and with not much nagging, you both quickly became her adoptive parents.
You could tell Sevika cared for her just as much as you did, catching moments between the both of them, Selani play fighting with Sevika, who obviously would go easy on the kid knowing her strength would accidentally crush or break a bone. Or whenever Sevika's arm needed to be repaired or a quick fix, Selani was standing right by her, being the best helper.
Slowly shaking your head, sitting down by Sevika once more, both of you would take Selani with you to the last drop, as you had nobody to watch over her. Thank goodness for Jinx sometimes, but you never wanted to pressure her watching over some kid, but she always proves you wrong when Selani is gone, in seconds walking away with Jinx to do whatever.
Sevika did whatever Silco wanted her to do, whether it be cleaning up one of his messes with people or looking scary behind him. But she is graced with time to herself, which is usually at the table playing poker. You'd always say her playing poker was a show just for you because you got to watch her from afar enjoying the smirk her face always held as the other players held a look of defeat.
"You lucked out, kid; none of us are going today." Sevika spoke up, breaking you out of your train of thought. Selani frowned at the news of not going out. She always wanted to be out exploring or at the last drop, whether it be with Jinx or sneaking away and somehow finding Silco and bothering him; he seemed to not mind, you hoped.
"What? Why not?!" Crossing her little arms in frustration, both of her eyebrows slanted. That is the start of a tantrum you've grown to learn from the years you took her in--not fun at all, you remembered. It took both of you time to learn how to be parents to a child, having no prior experience, though Sevika had a tiny bit from when Jinx was younger.
Sevika let out a huge sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking back up at Selani. "Because we both got the day off, and you usually take those for granted, trust me, kid." Selani's gaze just stared at the both of you; confusion covered her face. The both of you never had a day off, so why now all of a sudden? Adjusting your body to sit more straight, you faced her directly, a soft smile placed on your face knowing it's good to talk to her straightforwardly with a few restrictions but to help her feel more validated and that she had your attention.
"It's a good thing not to worry, Selani; it just means me and Sevika have the whole day with you to play or cook, even just relax if you wanted." As soon as those words left your mouth, her face lit up as if she saw a whole pile of candy with a sign that said free. "Really!" A toothy grin appeared with one missing front tooth. Giving her a nod, she immediately shot up, running over to the both of you.
Once she was in front of you both, you could tell many ideas of games were filling her little mind. Taking both of your hands, making you stand. "Do you guys have any game ideas?" Selani asked, pride filled within you, teaching her to always ask her friends if they had any ideas before doing all of hers to ensure a fair game. Within a second, Sevika tapped her shoulder before dragging you away, running. "Your it!" is what you had managed to comprehend.
"That's cheating!" Selani yelled, her laugh heard behind you as you both ran. Now ending up in your shared room with Sevika, you purposely slowed down, letting Selani catch up and tap you. Quietly, you both teamed up to get Sevika and corner her. She went in the other room first, then you followed behind.
Immediately, Selani ran at Sevika, jumping on her; following Selani's actions, avoiding hitting them both, the three of you land onto the bed. Laughter could be heard throughout the whole apartment. And if it was heard by anyone, they would only think how happy you all are. This was your safe spot, where happiness is the love of your life and beloved child.Ā
Sevika carefully flipped Selani over the bed, and a game of play fighting began. You watched to make sure they both didn't get hurt, and to your surprise, Selani pulled the kick method. "You called what I did cheating. What you're doing is cheating!" She joked, a smile plastered on her face as she managed to get ahold of Selani.
In a moment, Selani whispered something to Sevika, and a grin grew as they both slowly turned to look at you. "Uh oh, what's going on?" With a blink of an eye, they both grabbed you, landing back onto the bed, Selani tickled you on your stomach.
Even if your laughs filled the room, your thoughts only held on how much you adored this moment and would cherish it forever.
Life for you got automatically better and brighter once they both entered your life, and you'd never trade it away.
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Aaaaaa sorry it took me a bit to get to this, it got drowned in my notifs ššš
So there's a very clear winner here. I've been in too many long flights and by now I don't really care about where in the plane I am, I just care about the people around me. My neuros will diverge. As much as I would love 4, those two have too much energy. And don't get me wrong, I'm the type that moves/fidgets a lot but for 8 hours, it would get stressful. 7 is also a good choice but I don't want an old man in front of me cause you know that bitch will lean his seat all the way back and snore the flight away and I don't fuck with that. So... Yeah it was pretty obvious it was going to be 8. Forget using them as pillows, they can use me as a pillow. Weighted blanket type of deal. Also I can bother Caleb and Jer which is a fantastic bonus.
where do y'all sit?
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love and tattoos (kaz brekker x reader)
summary: in which jesper has a theory and kaz might be the matching tattoos kind of guy.
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itās two small words, a raven and a crow, a broken lock and a key, and a band around their ring finger.
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āHe has to be drunk, or high, or something, because there is absolutely no way heās just seen a band of ink around Kazās ring finger.ā
warnings: brief panic attack (not detailed), mentions of wounds and blood (not detailed, canon typical), set in the future, kaz has worked on his touch aversion
kaz taglist: @the-tpd-bau @ellievickstar @thestudiouswanderer | soc taglist: @ancientbeing10 (if you want to be added or removed from the taglist just dm me!)
a/n: here i am, once again, because apparently im incapable of stopping myself from writing for kaz brekker. i have so many wips but kaz always calls to mešš this one was so much fun to write, it just flowed, and i hope you enjoy it just as much as i did!!
i. a band of ink around his ring finger, part one.
Jesper must be hallucinating, he has to be. He blinks once, twice, looks down at the drink in his hand, briefly wonders if itās been laced with some sort of drug powerful enough to have his brain imagining thingsā because Jesper does not have the imagination to be making this up, he wishes he did āand then looks back up. The ink remains in place. Nope, no way. He shakes his head, presses his eyes shut. He has to be drunk, or high, or something, because there is absolutely no way heās just seen a band of ink around Kazās ring finger.
Itās not the tattoo itself that shocks Jesper. Although, maybe it does freak him out a bit, a band around the ring finger can only mean one thing, and Jesper has never believed Kaz to be the marrying type. (Then again, he never thought him to be the matching tattoos kind of guy, and the last couple of months have had him discovering that Kaz very much could be.) No, what makes Jesper spiral is that heās seen that exact same tattoo on (Y/N)ās own ring finger.
ii. you break, i mend.
Jesper has seen the tattoo on the inside of (Y/N)ās left wrist more times than he can count.
The word āmendā in all lowercase, the typography delicate and elegant, the font somewhat rounded. Jesper has never asked what it meansā because everyone in the Barrel has been branded, either by choice or against their will, and Jesper knows the black ink carries memories, promises and pain, he knows better than to ask ābut he thinks itās fitting for her, both the word and the style. Because (Y/N) is a gentle force, someone who provides emotional care to those close to her, a fixer. She loves proudly and deeply, and Jesper has never met someone in this wretched place that is so unafraid to be kind. He doesnāt know what she does to remain untainted, to keep her soul so pure in spite of their line of work. He envies it, sometimes. But then heāll hear muted sobs through the thin walls, wake up at the sound of screams caused by nightmares, and heāll wonder if feeling and caring that much is even worth it.
Jesper doesnāt think much about (Y/N)ās tattooā itās pretty and it suits her, and, yeah, he gets the desperate need to ask for a backstory whenever he catches a glimpse of it, but never does. Thereās nothing more to it. That is until he spies a word on Kazās own wrist.
He only sees the tattoo because Kaz takes his gloves off. That doesnāt happen very often, if at all. But itās the hottest day of summer theyāve had in Ketterdam in years, and theyāve been out in the sun all day, so Jesper is only mildly surprised when they reach Kazās office and he takes the black gloves off. What does take him completely off guard, however, is the inked word on his right wrist, partially hidden by the sleeves of his shirt.
āBREAKā. In uppercase, with jagged and fragmented lettering. Jesper only catches a glimpse before Kaz twists away and the ink is completely sheltered by his clothes, but heās almost sure the tattoo has some sort of optical effect, makes it seem like the words have been shattered, all sharp and angular lines.
Kaz is saying something and Inej is responding, and itās probably important and he definitely should be paying attention, but Jesperās mind is elsewhere because (Y/N)ās delicate tattoo suddenly comes to mind. The similarities are just right there and now all Jesper can think about is how odd of a coincidence it is that (Y/N) and Kaz have mirror tattoos. Same place, but opposite wrist. A single word, one neat and elegant, the other harsh and precise. Jesper does not believe in coincidences, but it canāt be anything elseā because believing it to be something else would mean believing Kaz to be a matching tattoos type of person and Jesper would bet his guns against that āso he simply ponders over the possible coincidence, just for a quick second, before Kaz is directing questions towards him and Jesper is forced to shove the information in the back of his mind.
He ends up forgetting about it. Not forgetting forgetting, more so in the way he forgets his debts until there are collectors knocking on his door. The information is there, stored in some corner of his brain, ready to be brought back into his consciousness with just the right push.
The right push comes a Saturday night, two months after he first notices Kazās tattoo.
(Y/N) is out on a job. Jesper doesnāt know any of the detailsā not the target, nor the entry and exit routes, nothing at all ābut he knows something is wrong because Kaz has been pacing for the last half hour.
āShe should be back by now,ā is all Kaz says when he asks. He doesnāt really need to say more. Jesper feels the way his chest constricts, panic slowly building. (Y/N) is never late.
Just as Jesper feels like heās about to start pacing himself, the door of the Slat opens. Sheās got her hood on, doesnāt look up from the floor when she walks in. Thereās a certain drag in her limbs, something that tells Jesper that something is wrong, wrong, wrong.
āWhere the fuck were you?ā The words arenāt directed towards him, but Jesper cannot help but flinch. Kaz doesnāt get like this often, cold and harsh because heās worried, so the job mustāve been important, high stakes, the type where survival isnāt assured.
(Y/N) looks up, and itās only then that Jesper notices the blood. Itās everywhere. It drips down the slope of her nose, it trails down her lips. She walks closer and with the change of light he notices that itās also embedded in her clothes. The most disturbing thing, however, are her eyes. Glassy, distant, unseeing. Sheās shaking. Full body tremors.
By his side, Kaz deflates completely at the sight of her. Heās already moving towards her when she whispers brokenly, āIām sorry.ā
The apology goes ignored, āWhere are you hurt?ā Kaz asks. He reins his panic well enough, but Jesper can still taste the traces of it, they float around in the air.
(Y/N) doesnāt move, doesnāt acknowledge Kaz as he comes to stand right in front of her, trying his best to assess for injuries. Itās hard when all there is to see is blood.
āIām not hurt,ā she responds, and itās like sheās in a trance, capable of responding but not truly present. Jesper furrows his brows, catches the concerned look on Kaz face. Does she not realize sheās covered in blood? She raises her hand to gesture at herself, and itās only when she does so that Jesper notices the blade. She waves it around. Itās stained red, all the way to the handle. āBloodās not mine.ā
Jesper freezes. Kaz stops dead on his tracks, too.
Kaz looks back at him and understanding passes through them. She snapped. Something made her snap.
It seems like sheās just processing it, too, because a second after she mutters those words the knife falls from her hand and her knees wobble. Itās like Kaz had been expecting the sudden crash, because heās quick to help her down. He grabs her by the sleeves of her tunic and sits her on the floor, back against the wall.
Her breathing begins to come out hard and labored, she clutches at her chest, hard.
āLook at me,ā Kaz instructs, but sheās not here anymore. Jesper cannot help the way fear courses through him at the sight of her faraway eyes and the sound of her disordered breaths. Heās only ever seen (Y/N) like this once before, and even then, it hadnāt been this bad, sheād been responsive to Kaz, and very much able to breathe properly. Right now, not even Kazās words are cutting through the haze.
The wheezing becomes louder, more intense. The more she panics, the less she breathes, the more Jesper feels like he, himself, isnāt capable of getting air into his lungs. Kaz keeps talking, but she doesnāt seem to hear him.
āI canātāā Her lips are slowly losing color.
Jesper is still frozen in place, and he can tell that Kaz is also beginning to panic by the way he grabs her clothed hand and presses it against his own chest.
āBreathe,ā he orders. Insistent, firm. Kazās words leave no room for argument and (Y/N) reacts accordingly. Like itās instinct to do as Kaz says, she takes in a deep breath, ragged.
āGood girl.ā Kazās hand, the one that isnāt on top of (Y/N)ās own, pressed against his chest, hovers over her cheek. He ends up grabbing the end of the hood that still partially covers her face. āOne more time.ā
She repeats the action, another deep breath, interrupted by a brief coughing fit.
āYouāre okay, match my breaths.ā She nods weakly and does as best she can, eyes shut. The hand that is on Kazās chest has become a fist, rumpling his shirt. She holds onto him like a lifeline.
āIāll get her water,ā he finds himself saying.
Kaz doesnāt turn to look at him, āBring a wet cloth, too.ā
Jesper nods and slips out of the room and into the kitchen. He feels like heās having an out of body experience, his body working automatically on pouring tap water in a glass, on finding a clean cloth. His mind is miles away.
Saints.
Itās disconcerting to see someone as serene and put together as (Y/N) so rattled and distraught. He feels disoriented, like the world has shifted off his feet. Heās never seen her snap so badly that she ends up spiraling into a panic attack. Jesper doesnāt know much about her past, but Kaz had once mentioned something about a complicated upbringing, about being raised as a weapon not a child. He doesnāt want to begin to imagine what heād meant.
The soft murmur of words brings him back to reality, grounds him and guides him once again into his body.
āAre you with me?ā
No response, but Jesper imagines that she mustāve nodded because he hears the soft sigh of relief that Kaz lets out.
Itās quiet for a little while, Jesper focuses on the sound of water flowing through the cloth in his hands, the feeling of it getting damper.
āIām sorry.ā The words come out soft, filled with emotion and embarrassment.
āNone of that.ā
āI didnāt mean toā¦ā
āI know. Itās okay.ā
The silence lingers before being filled by quiet noises. Jesper has heard her sobs through his wall enough times to identify them. His heart tightens painfully.
āItās okay,ā Kaz repeats, softer this time. Itās a tone Jesper has never heard him use with anyone else.
āThere were children, Kaz,ā Jesper has to strain to make out the words, theyāre muffled by something, ālittle kids. And it just reminded me ofā¦ I couldnāt...ā
āI know.ā
A sniffle, āIām sorry,ā followed by a broken laugh, soft and sad. āIām a mess.ā
Jesper turns off the faucet, twists the cloths to remove any excess of water. He grabs the glass of water with one hand and the cloth with the other and then, just, waits. He knows this conversation is not one he should be present for, he doesnāt want to be present.
Itās a good thing, too, that he doesnāt make his way towards them, because heās pretty sure he wouldāve stumbled and dropped everything at the next words that fall out of Kazās mouth.
āIf you break, I mend, remember?ā
(mend
BREAK)
Jesper places the glass of water on the kitchen counter and blinks once, twice.
Saints be damned.
Kaz might be the matching tattoos type of person.
iii. a raven and a crow
The matching tattoo theory, as Jesper likes to refer to it, remains just that, a theory. Because Jesper has no real way of proving it, not unless he finds the will to ask (Y/N)ā which he just canāt do, sheās so open about everything that prodding just feels unfair āor unless he brings his curiosity to Kazā which might just end up with him losing a finger, and Jesper likes his limbs just as they are, thank you very much. So, for now, itās merely speculation, something that could be played off as a coincidence. And he thinks it must be a coincidence, right? Matching tattoos are too sentimental for someone like Kaz. (Then again, he has always been different when it comes to (Y/N), so maybe Jesper shouldnāt be that surprised.) And they arenāt matching tattoos, not really, they are more like, well, mirror ones. Itās different. Probably nothing. He might be connecting dots where thereās absolutely nothing to connect.
He canāt help the way he begins to observe more, trying to find anything to sustain or disprove his theory. Itās only natural, he tells himself, Jesper is nothing if not a curious man.
Itās only because he becomes so attuned to them, and whatever that thing is that they have going on, that Jesper notices little things.
āInej?ā
āGood.ā
Kaz keeps on making roll call, making sure all of them are there and unharmed.
āJes?ā
āVery much alive,ā he grunts in response, letting himself flop into the haystack. His heart feels like itās going to beat out of his chest, but at least itās still beating. He cannot believe a blizzard of all things is what saved their lives.
He looks to his left. Even Inej looks slightly winded. She pats the pocket of her coat, sags in relief immediately after. Jesper does the same, touches his inner pocket, feels the edges of the glass key, and sighs.
The goods are safe.
āNina?ā
āHere.ā Her cheeks are rosy. Jesper isnāt sure if itās because of the dreadful cold or the exertion.
Thereās silence after, the room filled by only harsh breaths. Jesper snaps up, looking around frantically, because Kaz is not calling (Y/N)ās name and that can only mean that sheās not there or sheāsā¦
His mind quiets down when he takes in the sight in front of him.
Kaz is not calling (Y/N)ās name because he already has eyes on her. Probably always did.
And thatās when Jesper sees it, a little thing, something that tilts the scales in favor of his theory; the softness in (Y/N)ās face as she listens to Kaz.
(Y/N) is always kindā with battered gang members and hungry street urchins, with the loud customers and even with those who dare gamble against her ābut Jesper is just now realizing that thereās a different gentleness when it comes to the way she takes Kaz in. The look in her eyes becomes quieter, more intimate, delicate. She says something, much too quiet for Jesper to hear, and smiles. Kaz shakes his head fondly, responds with a hushed whisper. Itās tender, precious, private. It makes Jesper feel like heās intruding.
And then something Jesper has never seen before happens. Kaz takes (Y/N)ās chin with his gloved hand, thumb and index fingers holding her. He moves her face around, looking for any visible injury.
There goes another detail in favor of the matching tattoo theory.
Jesper thinks he mightāve just entered some sort of altered reality because what is he even looking at right now. He looks around but Inej and Nina arenāt paying them any mind, too engrossed in their own conversation.
Great, heās all alone in trying to figure this thing out.
āIām okay,ā he hears (Y/N) reassure.
For the most part, Jesper thinks to himself, because he doesnāt miss the way sheās pressing her hand to her abdomen. Apparently, it hasnāt slipped past Kaz either, because he hums and raises his eyebrows, eyes pointedly trailing down to the wound.
She rolls her eyes at him, even that action looks fond, āItās not deep.ā
Kaz is more tactile with her, Jesper realizes with a start. Itās not a word he would ever use to describe Dirtyhands, but itās the only one that comes to mind. (And Kaz has gotten better over the years, he has. Itās been gradual, and Jesper has no clue as to how or what heās done, but he hasnāt missed the way Kaz doesnāt cringe away from the Crows anymore, how he doesnāt pale when someone brushes against him. He doesnāt seek touch, but he doesnāt lose all semblance of control at it either. Still, tactile is farther from what Kaz is, and this? This is huge. This is the greatest display of touch Jesper has ever seen him do.)
āYouāve got it?ā
āYeah, Iāll stitch it.ā
His gloved thumb brushes her skin, briefly, before he taps the bottom of her chin gently, in approval, and lets her go.
āI can help you with that,ā Nina pipes up.
Jesper turns around, immediately catches the look in the Heartrenderās eyes. Seems like he might not be the only one noticing things.
(Y/N) nods in agreement and Nina follows after her. Jesper decides, after taking only two seconds to ponder on the thought, to trail behind them. He wants to listen inā because he knows Nina wonāt be able to keep herself from commenting or questioning and heās aching to know ābut heās also hoping the Heartrender will take pity on him and heal some of his bruises.
āWhat do you want?ā Nina asks him as they settle on a small corner of the stable. (Y/N) leans against a wooden post as she begins to undress, untucking her shirt.
Jesper simply points at the bruise he can already feel forming on his cheekbone, offering a cheeky smile.
āIām not a nurse, Fahey.ā
āYouāre gonna stitch her up!ā (Y/N) is watching with amusement and when Jesper points at her she raises one hand in surrender, the other still pressed against her wound.
āYeah, well,ā Nina shrugs, needle and thread in hand, āSheās my favorite.ā
(Y/N) chuckles. Thereās a broken-down iron chest and she sits on it as well as she can, leaning back so that Nina can work. She winks at him, āPrivileges, Jes.ā
He pouts.
āSaints,ā Nina mutters when she catches a look of him. Sheās decided that kneeling by (Y/N) side will be the most comfortable position for her to work. She cleans the wound, pours water over it, and doesnāt turn to him as she says, āIf you stop doing that face Iāll see what I can do about the bruise.ā
He smirks to himself, āYouāve got it, boss.ā
Jesper canāt see it, but heās sure she rolls her eyes at him.
āTry not to move,ā she instructs (Y/N), voice gaining a softer, less teasing edge. The needle pricks the skin.
Itās not a deep wound, (Y/N) had been right about that. It bleeds, but the flow seems to be slowing down. Itās a little bit over her hipbone, but not quite on her abdomen. Judging by the injury, if Jesper had to guess, he would say it was probably caused by a straight back blade.
He had sort of expected Nina to immediately fire away, to start unabashedly questioning, but she doesnāt. She moves her hands in a repetitive motion, closing the skin. Then, she casually comments, āThatās not a crow.ā
Itās only then that Jesper notices the ink; just over (Y/N)'s hipbone, only visible because sheād pulled her trousers a bit down to give Nina more skin to maneuver around.
āNo, it isnāt,ā (Y/N) confirms. Sheās got her eyes closed, looks a lot more like sheās sleeping and not like sheās having her skin stitched back together. Either Nina has an amazing ability or sheās somehow managing to dissociate from the pain.
āA raven?ā
āYeah.ā
Jesper leans away from the wall to get a better look at it. Itās small, simple, just the silhouette done in thin black lines. He has no idea how Nina managed to identify the bird.
Nina stays quiet for a split second, musing. She keeps her hands steady, thread pulling skin. Apparently, she decides she does not care about decorumā just like Jesper had expected ābecause she ends up stating, matter-of-factly, āKaz calls you that.ā
Jesper sort of forgets how to breathe. Thatās why Nina hadnāt gone on a tangent regarding the touches and the glances, he realizes in that moment. Sheād been distracted by something much more interesting.
And she hadnāt identified the bird, sheād just made an informed assumption. Because Kaz does call her that, raven, and sometimes, when he's feeling particularly fond, little raven. He uses it interchangeably with her name and often enough that when Jesper had initially joined the Dregs, all those years back, heād assumed it to be her name. Heās not quite sure how Nina, whoās been with them for a shorter period of time, managed to make that connection quicker than him.
(Y/N) lets out a breathy laugh, āThat he does.ā
Instead of further grilling (Y/N) about the tattoo, as Jesper had expected, Nina changes the line of inquiry.
āWhy?ā She stops sewing and looks up at (Y/N), eyes filled with curiosity.
Oh, sheās insane, Jesper thinks to himself. He sort of wishes heād have the audacity to ask such direct questions.
(Y/N) doesnāt seem bothered by the prodding, only mildly amused. She chuckles, āYou would have to ask him that.ā
Not even Nina is insane enough to dare do that. Probably. Nina is sort of a wild card, Jesper can never get a complete read on her.
She proves her sanity by taking the easier route, she whines and pouts, āCāmon. Tell us.ā
(Y/N) laughs, louder this time. The reaction is immediate, the wound oozes more blood, and she flinches, moving her hand towards the injury and managing to stop herself millimeters before touching it. It makes Nina get back to stitching.
āYouāre bold,ā (Y/N) opens her eyes and looks straight at Jesper. Thereās something in her eyes, a glimmer that passes quickly, like she knows something that Jesper doesnāt and it amuses her. āJes would never dare ask.ā
āHey!ā He pretends to be offended but isnāt really. She knows him too well.
āYou know itās true.ā
He only grumbles in response, hates that sheās right.
Nina is suddenly tense, as if she isnāt quite sure if (Y/N)ās words are meant as a compliment or a reprimand. (Y/N) closes her eyes again, rests her head against the wall and reassures her, āI like that. Your boldness.ā
And Nina preens, subtly, but she does. Jesper understands. (Y/N)ās approval somehow comes to mean everything to those around her. Sheās like an older sister youāre always trying to impress.
Jesper thinks she wonāt be saying anything more, but (Y/N) does.
āRavens are softer than crows, more playful,ā she mumbles quietly. Jesper, who isnāt even far from her, strains to hear, āGentler, too.ā And itās like she knows exactly where the ink lays on her skin, like she has it memorized, because she manages to avoid Nina and the needle and trace the outline of the tattoo, eyes still closed, āAnd yet they manage to survive in the same brutal world that crows do.ā
The words sink in. Jesper blinks once, twice, shifts on his feet, somewhat uncomfortable. It feels like heās just gained insight on something much too private, into the feelings and thoughts of Kaz Brekker. Because what she just explained, vaguely and in simple words, has a much deeper meaning, and Jesper doesnāt miss that. Itās how Kaz sees her, an equal. Someone as strong as a crow, as fierce and resourceful and capable, but softer, gentler. Thatās (Y/N) to him.
āThatās it?ā Nina sounds perpetually unimpressed, but she doesnāt get it. She hasnāt been with the Crows long enough to understand.
(Y/N) smirks, like she knew the words wouldnāt mean much to her, and that tells Jesper something. Thereās even more to the meaning of the nickname and she wonāt be sharing.
āIf you want more you can just ask Kaz.ā
Nina huffs and pouts, pulls at the thread a bit harsher than necessary in retaliation. It probably doesnāt even sting, but (Y/N) plays along.
āOw!?ā The smirk remains on her face.
āSorry,ā Nina says, not sounding the least apologetic.
(Y/N) only chuckles, āI really do like your boldness.ā
It isnāt until later that night, as Jesper sleeps in the haystack and shivers from the cold, hoping to the Saints that the smell of horse can be removed from his clothes, that realization strikes him. His eyes snap wide open.
The image of a letter R inked in Kazās forearm flashes through his mind.
R.
A Raven.
No fucking way.
He has no evidence of it, no evidence that those tattoos might be complementary, but something in his gut tells him they are, and he decides to listen to his instincts.
Great, thatās yet another circumstantial piece of evidence in favor of his theory.
(Jesper doesnāt know, will never know, but he gets it both wrong and right. The letter R that is permanently etched on Kazās skin means something else entirely, but he does have the small silhouette of a crow, different from the one on his arm, over his ribs.)
iv. a broken lock and a key
Jesper and (Y/N) stay behind. Itās Jesperās fault, heād landed wrong when they jumped off the cliff, too busy on firing his guns to focus on the landing, and the resulting sprained ankle made it hard to keep up with the rest. (Maybe it was sort of Kazās fault, too, because who even decides on an exit route that includes free falling off a cliff. Jesper should be used to Kazās antics by now, but the man keeps on outdoing himself.)
(Y/N) had quickly offered to match his pace, to keep him company while the rest went ahead.
After a quick discussion Kaz had agreed to it. Jesper hadnāt missed the way theyād said goodbye. Their pinky fingers interlacing with one another.
He might not be completely sure about his matching tattoo theoryā denial, really, heās in denial, and heās man enough to admit that to himself ābut he has absolutely no doubt there is something going on between them. Jesper hasnāt put a name on it yet, heās not even sure they have, but one would have to be blind to deny it.
Wylan had volunteered too, but Kaz needed him for the next phase of the plan, so he wasnāt really an option. A shame, really, Jesper wouldāve enjoyed some alone time with his boyfriend, but he canāt complain, (Y/N) is good company. She doesnāt whine about how slow theyāre going, doesnāt mention the fact that, by now, theyāre probably two days behind. She keeps the air between them filled with light chatter and that makes it more bearable, makes him feel less of a burden.
On the third day of their journey Jesper wakes up alone. Heās not immediately filled by dread because heās a light sleeper, heās sure he wouldāve woken up at the sound of any commotion, and heās even more certain that (Y/N) wouldāve had any attacker down on the floor with a gun to their temple before they even had the chance to breathe too close to them.
So, heās not worried, but thereās something about not having (Y/N) within his line of sight that feels wrong, partly because heās got no idea where she is, and mainly because Kaz had given him a cautionary glare when theyād ventured ahead, an easily interpreted warning to keep her safe or else.
Itās only when he begins to look around that Jesper notices her knapsack is also missing. He closes his eyes and focuses. Somewhere in the distance he can hear running water. He follows the sound before he can think too much, limping along the way.
Jesper finds her easily. He sort of wishes he hadnāt found her. Because she is showering in the lake and she is completely naked.
āSaints!ā Itās a knee-jerk reaction to turn around, eyes screwed shut. āI am so sorry.ā
(Y/N) snickers, unbothered, āRelax, Jes. Itās okay.ā
And sheās saying that, but Jesper is pretty sure Kaz would gauge his eyes off is he found out heās just seen her completely nude.
He shakes his head, over and over. Ah, Kaz is going to kill him. He is a dead man walking.
She must be watching him because she lets out a laugh.
āOh, please.ā Thereās amusement in her tone, āNothing you havenāt seen before,ā she teases, and Jesper regrets every single thing heās ever told her about his sexual encounters.
He huffs out a laugh. Itās got nothing to do with that, Jesper isnāt a prude, heās just trying to process the fact that if Kaz ever finds out he will more than likely lose a finger, or his life. But he canāt say that, thatās a conversation heās not ready to have, so he settles for, āYouāre like my sister, itās not the same.ā
āFair enough,ā she responds. Jesper catches the affection in her voice. He doesnāt think heās ever told her how she sees her as family and she mustāve known, their bond runs deep, it goes unspoken, but maybe itās different to hear it out loud.
āItās my fault anyways, I shouldnāt have left without telling you where I was going,ā she disrupts his thoughts. āBut you were finally sleeping.ā
āYeah,ā he mumbles. Obviously it wouldnāt slip past her that in between the pain on his ankle and the cold of the night heās been having a hard time falling asleep.
āYou shouldnāt be standing for long,ā she points out, and Jesper agrees. His leg is beginning to ache and if theyāre going to travel long today, he must rest as much as he can. But the idea of walking back to camp and leaving her alone doesnāt sit right with himā even if he knows sheās capable of defending herself, she would probably do a better job than him, given his state āso he limps towards a big rock, back still towards her, and sits.
āYouāre gonna keep me company?ā
Jesper hums in response, āTalk so I know you havenāt suddenly been kidnapped.ā
She doesnāt talk, instead she sings. Itās an old Kerch song, Jesper knows because of the mournful feel. It builds up slow and steady, flows with the morning air. She's got a nice voice. Jesper never gets tired of hearing her.
Itās as he listens, slowly being lulled into a peaceful mindset, that the memory of the ink flows through his mind. Itād been the thing his eyes had zeroed in, the black mark on the back of her neck.
Maybe itās the soothing music, or maybe heās slowly becoming more daring, but the words slip out of his mouth without thought, āIs it a key?ā
(Y/N) stops midway through the bridge of the song.
āWhat?ā she asks, confusion permeating the lone word.
āOn the back of your neck,ā Jesper clarifies, gesturing to his own neck.
Thereās silence, long enough for Jesper to start thinking that maybe this wasnāt the best idea, before the air is filled with laughter. She chuckles as if he's just said the funniest thing.
Sheās still giggling when she says, āI canāt believe you caught sight of it.ā
Heās confused by her reaction and settles for responding with a teasing, āIāve got a great vision.ā
āThat you do,ā she replies. "It is a key," she confirms and then the singing starts again, more of a humming this time around, a much brighter song.
And Jesper must be really really losing the filter between his mouth and his brainā he blames the pain and the lack of sleep ābecause he finds himself asking, āDoes Kaz have a lock, by any chance?ā
Heās teasing, but not really. Itās a good enough question, not truly invasive. It gives her room to answer as she wishes.
To his surprise, she says, āYes, he does.ā
His head snaps towards her, momentarily forgetting that sheās naked and that Kaz will definitely kill him for seeing her naked twice. To his luck, (Y/N) is already getting dressed, water dripping down her hair and staining her shirt.
āWhat?ā
Thereās a sharp glint in her eyes, knowing, almost playful. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, just enough hint of mischief to make Jesper doubt the truthfulness of her words.
āYeah,ā she repeats in mock seriousness, āheās got a small lock around here,ā she points the area around her collarbone, close to where her heart is. āItās very pretty.ā
āYouāre fucking with me.ā
(Y/N) snickers, āMaybe I am.ā She ruffles his hair as she walks past him.
Weeks later Jesper realizes that she had been fucking with him, but not lying. Kazās shirt rips during a heist and Jesper catches the briefest glimpse of the image of a broken lock, inked right above his heart.
v. a band of ink around his ring finger, part two.
As if summoned by his thoughts, (Y/N) materializes by his side. She takes a look at his face, follows his line of sight, and snickers.
āDid you finally figure it out?ā
He turns to her. Blinks once, twice.
āWhat?ā
She looks highly entertained by the evident confusion on his face.
āI caught you staring at my tattoo sometimes,ā Jesper follows the movement of her fingers, watches as she rubs the mend on her wrist absentmindedly. āAnd then you would get this constipated look on your face.ā
Jesper sputters, āI do not look constipated.ā
āOnly when youāre thinking too hard,ā she teases, her smile bright. āSo, I figured, wellā¦ā
āThat I might be losing my mind trying to figure out if Kaz is the matching tattoo kind of person?ā
āYep, something like that,ā she takes a sip of her drink. āHe is, by the way.ā (Y/N)ās not looking at him anymore, her eyes have drifted. He follows her sight and isnāt surprised to find her looking at Kaz. She softens immediately. āAll the tattoos were his idea.ā
Jesper feels like heās really entered some other reality. He canāt believe sheās just telling him all this. Does this mean that he couldāve known months ago if heād just asked?
āAnd,ā he dares ask, because apparently (Y/N) is in a sharing mood, and apparently he's grown bolder. It must be the alcohol. āYouāre married?ā
He doesnāt miss the way she rubs her thumb against her ring finger, the one that contains the exact same band of ink as Kazās.
āYeah.ā
āActually?ā
She pulls her necklace. A wedding band lies there. Itās anything but traditional. Black, probably forged from oxidized steel. Sleek, unadorned and somehow still elegant. Thereās something engraved on the inside. Jesper just catches the letter R.
āGot the documents to prove it, too.ā
Jesper sighs, astounded, āYou never said a thing.ā
āWe didnāt really keep it a secret, just private.ā It sounds like an apology somehow. āIt's just, in a place like this," she gestures around, "some things you have to keep to yourself."
Jesper understands.
He shakes his head, still somehow feeling like heās drugged.
Kaz Brekker, a matching tattoo and marriage type of person. Who wouldāve guessed.
āLovers, huh?ā
(Y/N) smiles, before she slips away and makes her way towards Kaz, Jesper hears her whisper.
āāLoversā feels too small a word for what we are.ā
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Play (dirty)
Jayce Talis x GN Reader
Summary: A fancy play at the Piltover Opera is a good excuse as any to deck out. And an even better excuse to have some fun with your partner.
Word count: 2.5k
MDNI. Mature content under the cut.
Tags: Sub Jayce, slight exhibitionism, dry handjobs, heavy petting, alcohol consumption
Jayce could never stand still. Thereās something in him thatās constant, restless, relentless. Always the type to fiddle, to twirl his pen between his fingers, to scratch at his own scruff in thought, to chew the inside of his cheek, to bounce his leg. His mind is a hyperactive, brilliant thing; equal parts blessing and curse.
He does it now, too ā bouncing his leg, that is, under the fine silk of his prettiest burgundy slacks (his ass, though nothing to write home about, never failed to look tremendous in those. Something about the thin, generously revealing material seaming to the humble curve of his ass in a salacious display). Jayce taps his fingers on the sturdy oakwood of the theatre chair as he stares at the still lowered curtain, crosses his legs, sighs, uncrosses them, bounces his leg again.
Itās the final stretch of the second intermission, though the play isnāt particularly doing it for you, mainly because youāve seen this exact rendition before, with Jayce at your side. Justā¦ not from up here: an opulently designed balcony, all to yourselves, just shy of the stage. Generous courtesy of Salo for a favor taken rather than given from Jayce, a situation thatās been stressing him out something fierce these past few weeks. You digress. Thatās not what matters anymore ā heās earned a break. Heās earned something good.
Itās a lovely opportunity to spend some time with him outside of the confines of his lab or your shared home, which is growing increasingly rare. Itās a lovely opportunity to put on your shiniest clothes and make a pretty sight for one another.
Undeniably, thatās been the best aspect of it. Jayce has been sneaking looks at you the whole time ā perhaps bored with the play, perhaps too enticed with you. And you canāt exactly blame him, because youāre not doing much better either.Ā
How are you meant to do anything when you have a much more captivating sight to take in, sitting tensely in the chair next to yours?
A dark shirt that hugs the proud swell of his chest just right (certainly something to write home about), a pretty burgundy jacket just the same warm colour as the fruity merlot heās finished sipping on, lingering on his plump lips. Silk curling at the seams, stretching under the heft of his now thicker thighs as they rest on the seat, tie loosened just so, and heās good enough to eat.Ā
You lay a warm hand on the inside of his leg, and Jayce, as he always does, yields. Less on thought, more on instinct, always so eager, before he turns to look at you with a question in amber eyes gone chocolatey dark in the low light of the room.
āHm?āĀ
His cologne hits you in a peppery-sweet, floral wave as he leans in, leans closer, and gives you the attention youāre so clearly demanding.
āShould I get us more wine?ā You make feeble conversation, more eager to hear his voice than his thoughts. Heās been sharing most of them in whispers throughout the play so far as is.Ā
Jayce shakes his head, flashes a conspiratorial, boyish little smirk. āIf I have any more, I might um,ā he breaks out in a short, clearly tipsy giggle, ādo something I really shouldnāt be doing up here.ā
His hand finds yours, pinkies twining together in a near juvenile but vulnerable display of his affection, a plea for affection. And, oh, his eyes, though his pupils are blown wide, glitter mischievously like a catās about to pounce. Two can play that gameā¦Ā
āMm. That would be a terrible look on you,ā you emptily agree. āThink of the headlinesā¦ Man of Progress caught moaning during Winter Solstice play, Man of Progress bent over the railing on the operaās most lavish balconyā¦ā
Jayce nods, a little drunkenly. Leans in for a kiss before he breathes: āTerrible.ā
You let him have it ā how could you not? Let him sloppily lick at your mouth like an overeager puppy for a long, dizzying, smooth-merlot attempt at a kiss. He smiles into it, as if in thanks.
Before you give a gentle little push at the plush swell of his chest with your other hand, pacing him, pulling away to leave him in a dazed little stupor. His breath hits your now slick lips in a warm, wet brush.
āIntermissionās about to end.ā You pat his thigh less sensually, more like youād pat an obedient dog for a trick well done. āBetter keep quiet and focus on the third act.ā
It looks like it pains him to settle back into his velvet seat, so you leave your hand on the top of his now still thigh ā a reminder, a promise. It keeps Jayce on his toes more than the narrative unfolding before you does. Well worked sinew draws so tight you can feel it vibrate even under the soft layer of plush fat on his thighs, and as the action in the play begins to find its inevitable build, you find your hand wandering.Ā
Just to the inside of his thigh, first, where heās softer, which he gladly offers up to you. Fingers draw patterns more intricate than the paisley on his vest, until poor, tormented Jayce begins to shift in his velvet seat. Tilts his hips this way, then that, then readjusts his whole frame in the seat with an awkward clear of his throat when it creaks.
The rich tones of a singular violin crescendos in sync with the dip of your hand further, up, up, until you reach that tense tendon on the inside of his leg, where his thigh seams to his hip.
And further inwards, his straining cock nudges the back of your knuckles through the silk of his pants. Jayce jumps with the contactā¦ Poor, poor thing.
āAw, Jayce...ā Itās both pity and reprimand, a whisper so low he can barely hear it. The flesh of his thigh spills from between squeezing fingers; it has him lowering his head in shame and trying to breathe through it. If not for the sacred quiet of the imposing room, for the performers playing their instruments as deftly as youāre about to play him, he would have at the very least whined for it. A low, pleading, dog-like sound.
Instead, he shoots you a look. Desperate and dazed and wide-eyed all at once in the dark of the room, before it turns into a kind of anger that does not and will not bite. Nibbles on you like an angry puppy, more like.
āHow d-do you expect me to focus when your damn hand isāā and you give him what he wants, āo-oh.ā
Grabbing a handful of the straining outline of his dick through his pants, rubbing just once, from the wet patch on the tip to as far down as the silk allows.
āBetter?ā You ask.
Jayce breathes a terrified, shivering sigh.
āI donāt know,ā he whispers.
āI can stop,ā you remind. He knows it to be the truth intimately; though he aches to please to a fault, Jayce has learned a thing or two about respecting his own boundaries by now. You trust that if he needs you to, he will give you the word.
āDonāt.ā Armrests gripped so tight they could splinter, eager hips raise off the theatre seat to chase your hand until your palm cradles his leaky tip once more. Wide eyes flutter closed and cherry slick lips part in a muted expression of bliss.
āThen donāt make a mess,ā you breathe into his ear. āAnd keep quiet. Can you do that, baby?ā
Jayce nods desperately, and does a surprisingly great job at swallowing another moan as you twirl your fingertips around what should be the crown of his cock, silk gliding under your hand akin to well oiled skin. He lets it happen gladly, spreads his legs in welcoming especially when you reach further down, until the dainty weight of his balls sits cupped in the groove of your palm. There, you linger, simply holding him where heās most sensitive, unmoving.
Jayce exhales shakily, baby doe eyes flicking between you and the hand between his legs in questioning, in hope. The soft, still cradle of your palm turns greedy as you feel him up, fingertips curling around the heft of his bulge, his cock pressing into your hand. All of him trembles with how he stifles a gasp into the back of his fist.
You simply knead at him idly, the way a satisfied cat would as it purrs, and make a show of diverting your attention back to the play you couldnāt care less about. It gets him off, in some capacity, to be touched but not paid attention to. It had made him soil his pants so quick, once, simply letting him have his pleasure against your thigh while you were busy with a book, and itās a technique you employ on occasion since. Coupled with the fact that Jayce, touchy and needy as he is, hasnāt gotten much chance at release lately, you know for certain he will find it now, and fast.Ā
The glossy silk has gone sticky wet at the very tip of his dick, so much so it even leaves your hand damp after an indulgent squeeze at it. Below, horns blare with the oncoming climax of the play, music daunting in its grandeur even from up so high. In spute of such an enticing distraction at hand, you canāt help but marvel at them as you palm Jayceās cock. And you recognize the melody the very next moment, the thrill of hearing it for the very first time; just as you know the end Jayce is approaching with intimate familiarity, so do you remember the next part of the play.Ā
It will go quiet for a long, breathtaking moment to draw the audience to the edge of their seats, the calm before the storm ā and Jayce, judging by the sweat on his brow, the way he almost tears into the back of his fist with his canines, Jayce will not, cannot be quiet.
The realization must hit him at the same time as it hits you, because his free hand grabs yours in a death grip, a decidedly desperate attempt at halting the inevitable.Ā
āS-stop,ā he whispers, his lips meeting on the p just moments before the entire orchestra quiets.Ā
You can hear every bated inhale in the grandiose room ā but none of them as sweet as Jayceās. The whole room buzzes, alight with the anticipation of the audience.Ā
Jayce squeezes your hand vehemently, like the weight of his barely contained orgasm threatens to crush him. His thighs clench around your hand, his body curls, he exhales in a silent cry, before he presses his hand to his lips so hard it makes you wince. You lean in close enough to be able to hear his thoughts, let him hide his face in the fabric on your shoulder.
āBreathe,ā you coo at him like heās in pain, stroking your thumb up, then down the aching outline of his cock. It makes his hips jump. āOnce the music starts again, Iāll take care of you.ā
You can feel him nod his head against your shoulder, can feel his grip slacken, can hear the tension in the room crackling like lightning when a violin starts a short-lived solo that is soon joined by the rest of the orchestra in a tsunami.
Jayce lets go of your hand, spreads his legs as if to offer himself up on a silver platter to you ā full, complete trust. You slip the buttons of his pants out of their eyelets fast, aided by the near oily slipperiness of the fabric, the press of his cock, which have the front flap popping open the rest of the way.
Your hand slides down the bump of his soft, fuzzy tummy, into his pants, his underwear, easily, because itās warm, familiar territory. Cradling all heās worth in your hand, you scoop both his cock and his balls from the confines of the silk, laying them out vulnerable and exposed to the cold air.
It forces a gasp from Jayce, fortunately lost to the music, instinctually going to cover himself with both hands at the sensation and the prospect of being at the mercy of such a grand, full room.
āIāve got you,ā you remind him. Deft hands reach for his breast pocket, stealing away his handkerchief from him. Even dazed like this, Jayce understands your intention easily, and wins another battle against his instincts as he lets his hands fall away from where theyāre cupped over himself protectively. One hand fists the silk of his pants, and the other wraps around your forearm not in guidance, but in seeking, of your presence, of you, grounding himself.
Jayce goes perfectly still as you stroke his dry cock, from root to swollen tip. It canāt be satisfying, you know so by just the feel of your hand around him, the way his foreskin drags with the grip you have on him, up, over his leaky cockhead, then down, exposing him where heās most sensitive. It canāt be good, but itās enough, because Jayce whines, quiet and half-terrified as he hides his face against your shoulder, before he goes rigid with your next upward stroke.Ā
And you do that thing he likes so much ā his tipās smeared in enough of his precum to facilitate an overstimulating twist of your palm around just the ruddiness of his crown. His mouth falls open in a silent wail.
Jayce is so easy. Shoots his load into the handkerchief you bring up to his cock just in time, lets you milk all his overwhelming orgasmās worth into the fabric until he canāt help but clench his thighs around your still moving hand. Trembles in time with his twitching cock as you wipe the strings of cum off his sticky, swollen cockhead and stuff the handkerchief back into his breast pocket.
The orchestra quiets once more, for good this time, and the audienceās applause roars. There wonāt be much time until the lights come on, so you make quick work of tucking him back into his pants, and once Jayce regains some of his mental footing, he helps you button them back up.
Just in time ā the lights blind you, but not as much as he does. Sitting low in his seat, slick with sweat, disheveled in his best clothes, and smiling at you so wide and dopey he shines, Jayce is brighter than any light, any sun. His chest rises and falls at a fierce, breakneck pace as he catches his breath.
You lean in to grant him a well deserved kiss to the cheek, one he chases with his mouth instead, and smiles into when you lick what remains of the by now long dried merlot from the ridges of his lips.
It makes him smile wider, a blush that matches his suit perfectly blooms on his cheeks. He takes the hand youād stroked him with, intertwines your fingers like the lovesick fool that he is. You squeeze back, like the lovesick fool that you are, and canāt help but gaze into his eyes even as the eager applause slowly fizzles out.
āThey clapped for the wrong performance,ā you whisper to him. āYou were far more glorious than any play.ā
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dragon!sylus x fem.reader
notes: for all the sylus girlies out there, this is going to be my thirstiest and most self-indulgent dragon!sylus fic (āŗ£ā”āŗ£)ā” again, this is all just my interpretation and it may not even be close to canon!
warnings: monster f-cking oh my god i can't believe i'm going to do this since i've never written this type of spicy story before ššššš i'm sorry if this ends up sucking so bad !! i just want to type out my spicy thoughts hhhhhh
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night had fallen across your small village, painting the once lively desert in somber hues of blue. with the moonlight as your guide, you drape your shawl even closer to your body to help with warding off the cold air.
as you made your way to the oasis, your mind was filled with anxious thoughts pertaining to your mother. she had once again fallen ill, her frail body being taken over by a fever as she struggled to even breathe while she lay motionless in bed. your heart was filled with love for your mother as you spent the night wiping the sweat from her brow with a damp cloth, not wishing to leave her side.
feeling your presence next to her, her eyes blearily meet with your gaze as a tiny smile paints her expression. "you should...rest..." even with her reassuring words, you refused to leave her side.
yet when your bucket of water runs dry, you knew you had to leave your mother to get more water. you needed to help her with breaking her fever, and in order to do that, you had to get more water from the oasis. leaving the damp cloth across her brow, you told her that you would return soon before setting off towards the crystalline pool of water. each step that you take brings an image of your sickly mother and the thought of how much weaker she had become-
with a click of your tongue, you banish such intrusive beliefs, refusing to even entertain the thought that you would ever lose her. fighting back against the cold, you push forward as you made your trek across the sands, noticing the palm trees and the sight of those ruby red flowers in the distance as they swayed in the wind. anticipation was felt coursing through your veins, your legs now breaking out into a run until you were just a mere few feet away from the crystalline waters of the pond-
but as fate would have it, you were not alone.
settled in the midst of the pond was what appeared to be a winged demon, his wings remaining spread as you felt pinpricks of fear clenching around your heart. your breathing was uneven and heavy as you slowly backed away from him, only to see the demon lift his head, his silvery hair seeming to glow beneath the moonlight.
"your heavy breathing is a dead giveaway." you gasp, feeling your heart jump within the confines of your throat the moment he suddenly appears before you. rufescent eyes gaze down at you in amusement as full lips remain tilted up in a smirk. your eyes trail toward his silver locks of hair and finally noticed the two horns settled atop his head (the image reminding you of a dark and regal crown). from his broad chest to the alluring crimson gemstone settled in the middle of his pale skin-
the demon was equal parts devastatingly beautiful and terrifying to you.
his wings end up engulfing you, trapping your body against his as he takes in a deep whiff of your hair before trailing the tip of his nose against your skin. as he takes in your scent, you were certain that he could hear the way your heart seemed to pound from out of your ribcage.
"yet perhaps what's more distracting than your breathing is the lingering scent of death you have..."
his words succeed in making your heart cease its beat, your fear now replaced with anxiety as you narrowed your gaze at him. "w-what do you mean?"
a look of intrigue was seen settled within his crimson gaze. "there's no need to be so frightened, treasure. you look to be as healthy as a mare... yet someone close to you-"
mother...!
you gripped at the demon's shoulder, allowing your nails to dig into them while your gaze became wild, "my mother... you're referring to my mother. please, can you save her?!"
he doesn't answer your panicked words, but at this point, you were willing to do anything to save the only family you had left-
even if it meant forging a deal with the devil.
"please, i'll do anything for her! if you have the means to save her-"
the demon lets out a deep chuckle, the sound being enough to send almost pleasant vibrations down your spine. using his free hand, he wraps it around your waist, bringing you closer to his naked chest while at nearly eye level with the ruby settled on it. "relax, treasure... if you're willing to do anything, then i suppose i can give you this."
as if it were made by magic itself, he gently pulls something out of your hair, extracting a vial that held a deep red liquid. "give this to your mother, and it shall heal any ailment that she has."
hope erupts within your chest, yet before you could utter another word, the devil whispers into your ear, "remember your promise to me, treasure."
and with those final words, he disappears away from you, leaving you alone with an empty bucket and a mysterious vial. not wishing to wait another second, you rush back to your mother, nearly pushing your body to its limits.
your lungs were burning now when you finally reached home, a quaint little hut settled near the edge of your village. you enter and immediately go to your mother, holding her frail frame closer to your chest as you uncapped the vial and open your mother's mouth, pouring the crimson liquid inside.
she coughs a bit, but manages to swallow the entire contents of the vial. once you were certain the vial was emptied, you toss it to the side, watching your mother with baited breath.
despite your anxiety, you felt your hope continue to grow when there were noticeable changes seen within your mother. the color slowly came back to her skin, her lips no longer appearing ashen and dry. along with those changes, you noticed how her hair slowly became glossier, and as she opened her eyes, it was clear that they were livelier than ever.
"mother...!" letting out chocked sobs, you cling to your mother, basking in her soft coos of your name as she places a gentle kiss against the top of your hair.
and as you sought the comfort of your mother's arms, you remained blissfully unaware of glowing ruby eyes watching your every move.
{ ... }
your life had gotten brighter with your mother by your side, healthy and glowing with vitality. now that you had her back, the memory of the devil and your promise to him became a distant memory-
however, it would quickly become apparent that not even demons would go back on their words.
one late evening, as you were in the midst of making supper with your mother, the sounds of a stampede approaching fills your heart with dread. the commotion doesn't go unnoticed by your mother as her eyebrows remain furrowed in response.
"what is going on?"
you put a finger over your lips, blowing out all of the lit candles as you listened intently to the conversation from outside of your home.
"our king has requested that we find her and bring her to him."
"but of course, as if i would be foolish enough to go against the drake borne from shadows."
upon hearing such a strange title, your mouth goes dry as your mind goes back to that fateful night-
the night the demon had helped with saving your mother from appearing at death's door-
he had remembered after all.
the sounds of footsteps grow louder and heavier, giving you little time to react when the flimsy door of your home was kicked down. dozens of men dressed in suits of armor began crowd around you, and your mother's panicked cries made your head spin.
"it's her, his bride...!"
"get your hands off of my daughter!" your mother's shrill cries echo within your ear as she tried to claw at the men who had captured you.
"get this wench away from us!" the broad man holds you close to his armored chest while tossing your mother a large pouch filled with gold. "take this as a gift from our king... consider it a dowry of sorts."
"you bastard, give my daughter back to me! SHE'S WORTH MORE THAN JUST A MERE FEW PIECES OF GOLD!" your mother cries out to them, about to reach out to you once more when you stopped her.
"no, mom, it's okay... i'll be okay..." you swallow back your tears and meet her gaze, "i-i was the one who made a deal with the devil. h-he saved your life... and i promised to repay him."
a pained expression crosses your mother's features, "w-what do you mean...?"
the knights remain silent, yet still kept you in a tight grip to prevent you from running away, "that night when you suffered from a fever... you were close to dying... and he had sensed that. i didn't wish to lose you, so he gave me this vial filled with a deep crimson liquid-"
"you have been blessed by the shadow dragon's blood, do not let my king's sacrifice go to waste."
you felt your heart break the moment your mother's face crumpled a bit when she realizes the truth, with her hands immediately covering her lips as she watches you being taken away from her.
as they began to carry you out of your hut, you didn't wish to worry her as you cried out, "i'll be back soon... just please... do not worry about me! i'll come home soon..."
the last sight you had of your mother was of her falling to her knees with tears streaming down her face.
{ ... }
tarus city was what they called this place-
and you felt as though you were living in a dream, surrounded by glittering gemstones and polished gold. your eyes seemed to water with each new sight that came to you.
even with all of this beauty, you felt a little numb and homesick-
but a promise was a promise.
your devil held up his end of the deal by saving your mother-
and it was your turn to repay him.
you were broken out of your thoughts and given little time to take in the new sights as you were lead even deeper into the city. while the knights dropped you off in a golden palace, you were surrounded by women who helped with preparing you for their king. your body was stripped of your tattered clothing before being dunked into a luxurious tub filled with water warmed by what appeared to be heated stones. the sweet scent of rose petals fills your senses, putting you in a daze as the other maids worked on washing your hair.
once your body was cleaned, the women placed a thin sheen of rose oil against your skin, making sure that you were glistening before wrapping a sensual dress made entirely of silk around you. the finishing touches were added when they painted your lips in a light pink hue before taking you out of the palace.
and you were given little choice but to follow.
settled in a line, you follow the maidens as they walked across tarus city, keeping their heads down with every intention of bringing you to their king. your eyes take in the townspeople and felt a sense of discomfort fill you at how they were looking at you-
like you were someone that was meant to be worshipped.
your reveries were cut short when the women stopped walking, not daring to enter the gaping cave as they parted, settling your form dead in center as they made a path for you. with your heart racing with fear and anticipation, you step forward into the cave with your head held high.
the deeper you walked into the cave, the more you realized that the man wasn't a demon at all, but a dragon after all. when you were younger, your mother would read fairytales to you pertaining to dragons and how they liked to hoard and collect treasure.
and surrounding you was just that- an infinite amount of treasure.
you had never seen such riches before in your life. from rainbow gemstones and rare diamonds of every size to varying gold coins, it was no wonder that your mother had received such a high 'dowry.'
your eyes continue to scan all across the cave only to stop when you saw a familiar sight settled before you.
the devil's drake's back was facing you, and you watch as his serpent-like tail sways back and forth almost lazily. he lay on what appeared to be a smooth marble tablet, his wings nowhere in sight as he was dressed in his dark armor (was it even armor after all? or were they just a part of his body?)
"your footsteps are noisy, and you breathe heavily." the drake manages to reach out to your trembling form with his tail, wrapping the armored appendage around you as he brings your form down against the marble tablet. you land on your back with a gasp, heart beating wildly out of your chest when the devastating man smirks down at you. you were left gazing up at him through your lashes, watching as he closes his eyes before breathing in your scent, "ah, but it seems as though the lingering scent of death no longer haunts you."
he brings up a heavily armored and clawed hand up to your face, gently caressing at your skin with the back of it. even as your heart began to race within the confines of your chest-
you felt no fear-
only a sense of duty for fulfilling your promise to him all while ignoring the strange ache and tingling sensation felt between your legs.
"there's no need to be frightened, treasure." he leans closer to you, placing his lips against your temple. "sylus... you may call me sylus, for only you can call me by my name."
you shiver in response to his voice, feeling it reverberate throughout your body as sylus keeps his head hidden within the curve of your neck. "mmm, they did a good job, making you appear so utterly delectable for me..."
you gasp when you felt the tip of his tail travel between your legs, with sylus purposely sliding the underside of his scorpion-like tail against your slick folds. the odd sensation makes you writhe beneath him against the marble slab, your gasps echoing throughout the cave as you felt a strange pressure build up from within your abdomen.
"hah...ah... this feels... weird b-but so good." your mind was going drunk and hazy from the pleasure as you looked down to see his tail lazily going up and down your pussy lips, collecting your honeyed arousal. sylus lets out a soft groan before removing his tail.
"you smell so fucking sweet..." you tremble when sylus meets your gaze momentarily before descending upon your form. the tip of his horns gently gracing at the silk fabric of your dress, making paper thin tears in them as it slowly fell away from your form. with you remaining utterly bare for the powerful drake, you tremble as he lets out a guttural groan of your name, settling himself between your legs while breathing in your pure feminine scent.
with your slick entrance so close to his lips, sylus wastes no time diving into you, pressing his lips against your entrance as the sheer amount of pleasure he gifts you reaches almost dizzying heights. your hands grasp at his soft strands of hair, yet when he introduces a finger inside of your heat, you opted to cling to his horns for support.
sylus knew of how soft and pliant your body was compared to him, and he was able to maintain a certain amount of gentleness when he allows his hands to trace at your pussy lips. your sweet taste was all that filled him, and when he gently pinches at your hardened, bundle of nerves, he knew he was on the right track when it came to making you fall apart for him.
your back arches against the marble slab, hands gripping at his horns when you called out his name before allowing the tightness felt in your abdomen begin to snap. something warm and hot rushes out of you, earning yet another guttural sound from sylus as his tongue laps up everything you had to offer.
in the midst of your pleasured haze, you watch as sylus stands back to his full height, his hand gripping at the leather the covers his lower body before ripping them away from him. while watching him, you felt your eyes go wide upon seeing such a magnificently terrifying sight.
you had never once been subjected to witnessing a man's arousal before, watching as his cock goes hard while ready to be mated-
let alone two hard cocks that appeared pulsating with an angry shade of red. clear fluids were seen escaping from the tip, but perhaps what was more interesting were the ridges seen decorating the underside of his cock. sylus catches your wide (and admittedly, scared) eyes and smiles down at you. gently framing at your face with his free hand, he uses his other hand to help with further stroking his two cocks. "erase such expressions of fear treasure, for these exist for the sole purpose of pleasuring you."
sylus purposely leans over your, stroking his cocks against your slick folds. with a shaky sigh of his name, you wrap your arms around his broad back, feeling the strange ache become even more intense the moment sylus continued to rub himself against you. "my bride... my precious bride... i'm going to mark you as mine for all of eternity."
with those final words (sounding very much like an oath), sylus thrusts both of his cocks into your slick heat, making you cry out to him as your body struggled to take him all in. not wishing to overwhelm you with the flurry of new sensations, he keeps only half of his cocks within you, sliding them in a rhythmic, back and forth motion inside of you, making you feel not just every inch of him-
but each individual ridge as well.
the pain of having your purity taken was there, but more so than that was the intense pleasure you felt upon feeling his cock taking over the entirety of your slick walls. with his eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration, sylus works on pumping his cocks in and out of your aching cunt, basking in the squelching sounds that seemed to echo across the cave each time he rammed his hips back into yours.
"ngh, s-sylus!" being a now former virgin, you had never experienced such intense pleasure before, with your release rushing out of you in what seemed like an intense wave. the red hot sensation courses through your veins as you spilled your love juices down each of sylus's shafts, earning a broken groan from him.
"f-fuck, i can't last even a second inside of you!" stilling his hips, your moans quickly morphed into broken sobs when he pumps your womb full of his thick cum, with your aching entrance unable to hold it in as his seed spills out of your core in soft spurts.
sylus ends up landing on top of you, his chest pressed achingly close to your breasts as his cocks continued to pump you full of his seed. the intensity of his own release makes him let out a string of curses as he kept his hands in a fisted position next to your head.
when the twitching finally stopped, you were able to catch your breath, feeling the droplets of sweat running down your brow. it takes a couple of minutes for the post, lovemaking clarity to kick in, with sylus letting out a dreamy sigh of your name. he was ready to pull out of you, yet you had stopped him with your legs now wrapped tightly around his waist.
"wait, don't leave me..." you admit to him with heat felt against your cheeks. sylus meets your gaze while giving you a cocky expression, "oh? is my treasure getting greedy now?"
sylus lets out a rich chuckle before tossing both of your legs over his broad shoulder, making you moan when you felt both of his cocks harden while remaining buried deep inside of you. he begins yet another rapid pace while telling you, "hah, fuck, i wanted to go slow and be romantic with you... i had thoughts of spoiling you as my mate by promising to protect you and your mother hah... but that'll have to wait. right now... i wish to witness your further descent into impurity as i make you dumb and needy on my cocks..."
needless to say, your now husband and mate had successfully accomplished such hedonistic goals.
end notes: man sylus being canonically a dragon makes me so h-rny for him,,,, i need him so bad someone send h e l p. this is unedited, but my goal is to make all you sylus girles just as needy as i am with this post š« š« š« š« š« š«
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
#sylus smut#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x y/n#lads x reader#lads smut#lnds x reader#l&ds smut#lnds smut#l&ds x reader#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus
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OKAYYY FINALLY I GET TO RN THIS. first of all, thank you so much for reading :,) just know that i read this so many times over. this was just the best notif to receive.
MC is also SO me. which means we are TWINSSSSS. iām around the same age as her, and also just so sad to be letting childhood go. i tried writing that sadness out in MC, and i think the best thing ever is getting multiple messages abt how so many people relate to her. it means weāre all in this together. weāre not alone in our feelings, which is honestly the biggest comfort to me.
COMPLIMENTING MY MUSIC TASTEEE. you are the loml. AND you listened while reading. as intended. i literally could not be happier. i was feeling that playlist while writingš¤¤
and then you compiled all your favorite quotes here š stop. i am so giddy. those are some of my favorite from the fic as well. especially āyou clutch childhood to your chest like a wild animal guarding scarce food; you refuse. you refuse to acknowledge its end.ā that one i am so proud of, for how incredibly powerfully it illustrates how i feel about this stage of my life. im glad that the stars aligned and my brain was in the right mood to put that on paper.
and oh my god, if thatās the same erin morgenstern as the night circus, i will absolutely be reading it. ABSOLUTELYYYY.
I LOVE FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. and ALSO dog days. i think our music tastes are lovers. dog days is so so so perfect. thank you so much for reading, kipo. i think youāve made my whole life with this rb. iām so deeply in love with the way this story came out. at first, it was just a few bare bones scenes, and it just kept on growing and growing and i really knew i had to see it out. i think it flourished so beautifully:,))
THE BLOCK OF TAGS hell yeah.
ribs playing at the ending and scott street and more than this during the confession oh shuffle had it OUT for you š but i also think those songs at those specific scenes are PERFECT.
and yeah FUCK yeonjun!!! it was tough writing him like that š
IM SO PROUD OF THE MOTH SYMBOLISM. i wanted it to feel like, even when kai and MC were lost and confused and apart, they were never really alone, and there were perhaps bigger things at play here. or maybe even the instances of moths appearing were nothing more than coincidence (of course except for at the creek and during the confession). i want to leave it up to the reader to decide that.
OKAY I GOTTA CUT THIS RB OFF because itās lagging to even type because itās all so long. i wish i could say more omg i could talk about it forever with you. thank you so much for reading, like really so so so much. T^T
šÆEART šORM āøŗ hueningkai āĖĀ“ĖĖ
Ā Ā āؾš¢Ö“ą» ĖĖ šš¢artš š¬rm
[š].Ā a relationship or friendship that you can't get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
āøŗ listen to the playlist .į ā§Ė
ćļ¹ š¼ ļ¹āI was just... wondering,ā you say, blood roaring. "Well, Yeonjun wants me to come over to his place this weekend, and... Iāve never...ā Sucking in a quick breath, you just spit it out to get it over with, āWould you be my first kiss, Kai?āĀ Ė ļ½¤ļ½¤
wc ā 17.9k
šairings childhood bsf!kai x reader (lowkey soulmates?) ā¤· ft. asshole!yeonjun x reader
š¢ ā; smut Ė angst Ė some fantasy
š“arnings angst, family issues, fingering, jealousy (iām sorry i just love ts), yeonjun really is an asshole, orgasm denial, thigh fucking, unprotected sex (they're stupid!), strength kink a lil bit, breeding kink, possessiveness, creampie, choking... i think that's all, lmk if i missed any
āą ashlynn's note omg. this was such a fun palate cleanser to write. this wasn't supposed to be as big as it is, but it just kept getting bigger and bigger, and i got super into the story. this kai is SOOOO!! yeah. iām so nervous posting this because iāve only ever posted TSFAWC, butā¦. here you areee (^^;; this is not proofread, so if you see a mistake... give me a sec. i'll get to it. hehe
Though you fan your hand furiously over your face, the little breezes washing over your clammy skinĀ are not enough. The air is thick and heavy with summerās heat. So thick that you almost feel it each time you swallow. Itās better than just letting yourself melt away, though. The cushion at your back doesnāt help much. It holds your warmth and returns it to you the longer you sit slumped back into it. You suffer it thoughāyouāve gone too sluggish to move. Ā
You let a leg dangle over the arm of a chair, watchingĀ a hopeful moth dance in the light of the buzzing porch light overhead. It flutters frantically in it, making a grand fight to reach that false moonlight, only to drop away when it realizes that itās being burnt. You watch it rinse and repeat, relentless and sure, for who knows how long. Itās no special mothāno luna moth or the ones with the pretty pink wingsābut the light falls down on it and colors it a pleasant stardust silver. Ā
You delight in letting your conscious brain turn off to watch it. It lets you forget the sweltering under your skin, and also that Kai had drug you out here. His dad gives him shit when he plays inside, but itās way too hot to be out here. Isnāt it supposed to cool off after the sun goes down? It doesnāt feel like it. The deep acoustics are drowned out each time a car whirrs by. Playing outside should be the best option, but you and Kai live right on a busy road. Ā
When the roar of some car going ten miles over the speed limit doesnāt obscure his playing, though, you admire the intricacy of it. His fingers work up and down the neck, jumping frets that you imagine would be impossible to anybody without those long fingers of his. You had always been a loud supporter of his playing, even way back when the most he could play were simple chords, but you became especially so when a few years back he put a guitar in your hands and tried teaching you. Even with his fingers guiding yours, it was quick to learn that the effortlessness with which Kai handles the instrument is hard earned. Ā
He practices on the acoustic guitar, but thatās not his domain. With houses just a dash across the street from each other, Kai had grown up at your home more than he had at his own. So vividly, you remember the stars in his eyes when heād listen to your dadās music. Metallica, The Smashing Pumpkins, Linkin Park, any of it. He had fallen in love with it a long time ago. Your whole life you knew that it was only a matter of time before he was in his own band, chasing his dreams with a boundless mind and an indelible vision of himself on stage. How had that time come so soon, though? You donāt know if the notebooks full of inky lyrics that live wherever he deems inspiration might hit him make you proud or nervous. Heās making good on his dazzling aspirations, and you?Ā
You speak finally into the air, cutting through heat waves and his music and the night. āIsnāt it weird that weāre not going back to school after this summer?āĀ
He doesnāt have to even stop playing to answer you. Playing comes to him as a second nature. āKinda,ā he answers, brown eyes flitting up to you. āBut itās not like you wonāt be back to it in September. College is the same shit.āĀ
The leg youād been dangling and bouncing pauses.Ā Thatās right; youāre supposed to be going to that college youād chosen because it was only a three-hour drive away from here. You pluck at the seatās threadbare fabric, and the moth, still there, becomes oh-so-interesting once again. When his playing stops, you drop your head back with a cushioned thud and a groan that you wrangle in your throat.Ā
āWhy are you acting like that?ā he says, voice gone sharp like accusation. He doesnāt even know the truth, but heās known you too long.
Canāt you just keep secrets for yourself, sometimes?
Kai, arms clad in a well-loved hoodie even in this dreadful weather, lays the guitar down. You maintain your silence. āSeriously, what?āĀ
Some secrets have timers, though. This one could only last you until about September, or even August when he realizes that youāre not preparing to return to school. A controlled sigh from your chest isnāt enough to soothe the nerves that sparks. āNothing.āĀ
āSecrets, huh?ā Kai says. When you do finally look to him, black spikes of hair frame his eyes and the accusation in them.Ā
Itās a simple poke, but it gets under your skin as sharp as any thorn might. Itās not like you donāt keep secrets from him, and youāre sure he keeps some from you too. But those are the little kinds, the inconsequential onesālike I ate already when asked why youāre not eating or like Yeah, Iām fine when itās been a bad day. You donāt hide this kind of stuff from each other. Usually, youād run over to his place to tell him whateverās bothering you. Why not, when heās known even the worst details of your life for almost the entirety of it? Youāve been holding this one close to your chest since somewhere around the end of senior year, though. The longer you let it fester, the worse your nervousness snowballs. āCāmon, Kai. Letās not do this. Can you keep playing?āĀ
He doesnāt like that, of course. But you watch recognition dawn over his chocolate brown eyes, helpless to stop it. āYouāre not going,ā he says. Itās not a question nor a suspicion, itās a bone-dry fact. Ā
Well. There that goes. You want to tear every hair on your head right out. Why had you even thought youād keep him in the dark about it? When heās not out in some garage making music, you two are together. The conversation was going to stroll by at some point; this was only inevitable. His disappointment radiates off him in waves and blisters you. He hasnāt even said anything yet, but you know exactly what he thinks of it. Itās why you kept it from him in the first place. Ā
Your silence is enough confirmation for him. āWhy?ā he says. āI thought you were excited to move out.āĀ
Wincing, you nod slowly. You were. Even went through the whole application process, along with most other kids your age. Ultimately, you never went through with declaring a college. You donāt exactly know why, but somewhere weaseled down in the shadowy recesses of your soul, you know. Taking those steps, the massive and terrifying ones from adolescence into adulthood, meant agreeing that this form of your life was over. It meant that at some point, youād be moving away from here to where living your days away in Kaiās room would not be a choice. Everybody has to do it eventually, you know that. Kaiās music gig could take off any day, too. Heās going to make it happen. And then what? All this stalling and wishing on just a bit more time would mean nothing, heād be off and chasing that dream. As excited as you are for it to finally become reality for him, thereās a nasty bitterness thatās budded in your chest, infecting your person. Ā
Canāt things just stay like this?Ā
āI was,ā you say. It comes out of your mouth heavy. Ā
āThen why arenāt you going?ā he says. Crickets, never seen but always heard, sing their song into the nightās darkness. āYou didnāt get rejected. Youāre too smart for that.āĀ
An ache sits heavily somewhere near the center of your chest, maybe over your heart. All those good grades, nights spent bent over a desk and AP paperworkāyouāre wasting it. You shake your head. āNo... just...ā Itās an effort to dress your thoughts in a way that might appease him. A quiet moment stretches with your thinking before you continue, āI donāt know what I want to do.āĀ
He doesnāt like that, the yellow wash of the overhead light dancing over his taut lips and hard eyes. āDonāt know what you want to do?ā he says, bringing his legs up onto the seat to crisscross them. He wears his favorite jeans. Theyāre heel-bitten and baggy enough over his legs that he can wear them around the house without any bother. āYouāve wanted to be an artist your whole life. You know exactly what you want to do.āĀ
Your chest only seems to ache harder. When the both of you were only young and hopeful, you both had big dreams. Kai was going to be the face of a metal band, and you were going to be an artist. A painter, potter, sculptor, even doing animation for those big companies like Dreamworks and Disney. You wanted any of it, just as long as you were doing art. Youād even promised him that youād do the cover art for his albums with interlocked pinkies and flushed, hopeful cheeks. That passion and love wasnāt gone from you, it blazed strong in your veins. This blaze wasnāt the kind that kept you warm and excited to push forward into life, though. It had morphed into something that scalded you when you got too close or started imagining yourself pursuing its call. Itās a taunting silvery glow, no longer a guiding north star. Taunting words of family members stamped down on that hope hard. When you were little, it was said lighthearted and in passing. The older you got, though, the more serious their faces became. They wouldnāt say it outright perhaps, but you hear what they think well enough. Art is a dead-end career. Ā
Shifting in your seat, you tell him, āI donāt know.āĀ
āWhat do you mean?ā Kai says. āThere are good colleges for that.āĀ
āI just... donāt know.āĀ
Shaking his head, he tells you, āBut you love it.āĀ
You do. In its every form, you love creating. But loving it doesnāt mean that itās right for you, or that you should trust your future in its hands. āI think I can do it in my own time,ā you say, finally pushing yourself upright from the cushion. āDonāt wanna kill the passion by doing it for a living, you know?āĀ
He thinks on that for a moment. āIf you love it, you should do it,ā he says.Ā
An awful frustration bubbles in your chest. Kai has always had a clear life path, the steps ahead of him set in stone and waiting for him to follow in them. Itās hard for him to see why you might not want to do the same. Thereās nothing that makes you as happy as the fact that he has it all figured out, that he knows just where heās going and that heās so incredible at it that he doesnāt have to worry about meeting the requirements, but your path seems obscured and untrodden. Punctuating a deep, resonant sigh, you say, āItās not that easy, Kai.āĀ
āIf youāre not doing that, then what are you going to do? Are you just going to settle for a nine-to-five?ā he says full of accusation, the tapping on his knees gone still. Ā
A dry laugh, you say, āMaybe Iāll marry a super rich guy and just do my art for a living. No nine-to-five.āĀ
His face flashes. Heād always been a bit reserved, especially around others, but he bared his emotions freely around you. You hold them dearly to your chest and made sure to do your best to make good on that trust. He says, āYouāre more than some guyās housewife.āĀ
Cheeks radiating in the heat, you snort. āI know, dork. Iām a rockstarās best friend. Itās my personal favorite achievement.ā Ā
His face sours when you reach out and pinch hard at his cheek, but he doesnāt pull away or brush you off. The skin there is warmed and clammy. Really, the two of you should go meet the cool AC inside before you suffer heat stroke. But this moment feels so niceāyour shoulders feel tons lighter without something to hide. If you had it your way, things would stay like this forever. Just the two of you, sat here like you have so many times before, just taking for granted the time youāve got together. Ā
His mouth opens to banter, probably something about how heās not a rockstar yet or to get you back for calling him a dork. Wingbeat and sterling dashes about your face send the image into a blur, though. Youāre a quick mess of limbs and a whipping head, as if itāllĀ chase the thing away from you.Ā
āSeriously?ā Kai says. Youād climbed halfway over him, elbows digging into him and knee doing a number on his thigh. āItās a moth. Youāre not scared of moths.āĀ
Lingering for a few moments later to ensure the flying thing was nowhere on you or around you, you hold back a laugh before you climb off him and fix your hair with undignified tucks behind your ears. āHe was in my face,ā you say around a laugh, because you know it was a bit too much. Nobody likes wings in their ears and spindly legs in their face, though, and youāre in no control of what you do when anything with six legs tries and get too friendly. Even moths. Ā
āYou just wanted me to protect you,ā he says. A sarcastic, shit-eating smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Ā
āOh,ā you scoff, batting your eyelashes and clasping your hands together all saccharine-sweet. āYes, Romeo, wonāt you kill that bug for me? This girlās heart just canāt take it!āĀ
Kaiās nose crinkles, and the playful light twists into a glare. āNasty.āĀ
āThatās how you sounded,ā you say. āI only reacted accordingly.ā Laughing, you kick your legs out over his lap and sprawl back out. He takes the guitar back into his hands.Ā
As much as you want to escapeĀ the mugginess, youāll survive it for just a little while longerāif only with the force of an indulgent heart. The eternal moments are those you allow to linger. Ā
āāĀ
Some things, you forget when youāre older. Maybe itās timeās hand, eroding memories down and stuffing more in the longer you live to experience them. But also maybe because theyāre the sort of things you canāt say in the adult world without a laugh in the face and a look from down their noses. Ā
This memory is one of those forgotten things. Itās moth-bitten and dusty, something you one day folded up in a moving box and decided to never revisit.Ā
Youād been down at the creek. Kai and you had spent so many summer days there. It wasnāt too far from home, just past the filbert trees and into the shallow neck of the backwoods, but there you were out of sight and free to get up to nothing good. It was a wonder your mom ever let you do it. Kaiās dad didnāt care too much where he went or what he did, but your mom dug her claws in deep. You like to think that she imagined you two would have each other, if anything ever happened.Ā
Usually, youād be there holding your jeans up from the stream and Kai would be letting his jeans go dark with it. The bite of water was nice as it washed over warm skin. Fun was a simple thing to find, then. You dug your fingers into the mudbanks and tossed stones way too big to be throwing at each other, just because you two remembered how much the adults hated it when you did. Then, youād drag tired limbs home avoiding sweetgum tree spikes that had fallen to the ground and dug splinters out from your feet. Ā
This day, you had been in the blackberry bushes. It was maybe late July or early August, and theyād gotten heavy on their branches. Youād waited until the smell of them, summer-warmed, was sweet and cloying in the air to pick them. With buckets in your hands, you plucked only the fattest berries from their bunches. Your fingers were stained a delightful purple and perhaps a bit thorn raw, but you didnāt mind much then. You plucked for hours, and it was dusk before you could catch it. Dinner was no doubt waiting for you back home.Ā
āThereās a bunch over here,ā Kai had said. He reached a long boyish arm, still awkward and lanky with puberty, up high for ripe bush. You finished off picking before climbing around thick branches sticking out to take a peek. A bunch, there was.Ā
When you went to drop a handful of them into your bucket, Kai hissed. Heād been snagged by a vicious looking branch, those ones as thick as a finger with thorns to match and youād warn each other tongue-in-cheek to watch out for that one. Heād worn those ridiculous shorts that day, the ones that looked half pants half shorts with how long and baggy they were, and the claws of the bush had jumped at the opportunity. At first the scrapes were white, but then red blood crawled out and down his leg. Ā
āKai,ā you said, some parts chiding and some parts just wondering how heād managed that. You surveyed his leg for a bit, and then determined that he should wash his leg off in the stream. He walked there strong, but of course you noticed the hobble beneath his acting. When you squatted down into the dry grass and cupped water to wash off his leg, you laughed.Ā
āWhat?ā he had said, holding the shorts up. You covered your laugh with a hand, but it erupted past your palm.Ā You remember the glare on his face very well.Ā Ā
You still laughed. āYouāre stupid,ā you had told him.Ā
āI didnāt see it,ā he said. āI tripped over it because it was sticking out.āĀ
That time when you brought your hands to catch some water, there was a twinkle in its surface. You didnāt notice it for a second. The creek moved fast and you could see a lot of things in its reflection. When it lingered, thatās when your brows furrowed. It seemed to twirl, dancing around like alive over the stones.Ā
The sound of Kaiās voice remains with you. āHey,ā he had said, strong to call your attention but also wavered with uncertainty.Ā
When you looked up, there was silver dust dancing around you.Ā
It was fluffy and whorling, fine silver stardust. Itād moved weightless in the air, as though it barely existed. In the center of it were a few moths. They seemed to be made of sterling powder just as the dust was, and they glowed against duskās backdrop. If your memory serves you right, there had been a sweet hymn of coos from them. They beckoned you. Summerās heat felt lighter, and so did your chest. You wondered where they had wanted you to go.Ā
Almost afraid that if you spoke they might have fluttered away, you whispered soft and low to Kai. āWhat is that?ā He was stood frozen there, pant leg still scrunched up in his fist. Stardust glowed soft in his brown eyes while he took it all in, you remember. It wasnāt a scared frozen. You werenāt scared, eitherārather, it was as if that lightness had found its way into the core of your being and brushed over it with mending hands.Ā
He whispered back, āI donāt know.ā How could he have known? It was absurd.Ā
Those whisps had beckoned you, flowing toward the deeper woods. The soft moths, their murmuring brushing up against your ears, seemed to wait for you to follow. You remember a pull, soft tendrils wrapping themselves around your heart and the yearning it planted there. Ā
But there was also this reluctance, a bone-deep answering that had told you: No. Youāre not ready.Ā
āKai, I wanna go,ā you told him.Ā
You didnāt even need to tell him twice. Berry buckets forgotten; the journey home was a stranger one. When your dad asked why you returned from berry picking emptier handed than you had left the house, Kai and you only shared a look. You pairĀ kept that evening at the creek hidden so well that it became more forgotten than shared secret. Ā
āāĀ
Once, you had been the type of girl that loved being around family. Some of your favorite days of your life were spent in this living room, T.V. roaring over bouncing conversation. Some of those nights ended in rosy cheeks and laughs, and some ended with words thrown angry like fireworks. You never knew which youād be getting, but you endured the fear of not knowing because it was a simple loveāthe basic kind built with biology into you the moment your infant skin touched your motherās. You endured it because eventually, sleep washed away the bad taste left in your mouth and you forgave them quick, sometimes quicker than you ought to, and things would go on as if it hadnāt even happened. You endured it because you could handle its burden, if only to feel the warmth you feel when itās a good day. Ā
Kai was always thereāhis dad was hardly home, so he found family in yours. When you were younger, youād been embarrassed he was there for caustic, spitted words and intimate fights. Now, youāre just grateful for his shoulder. Ā
So, yes. Once, you had loved being around your family. But things feel tenser now, nights spent all together less frequent and when they do happen, theyāre tainted by a strange air. You think that this strangeness is new, but an awful worry also makes you think that itād always been there, that you only feel it now because youāve grown into your adult mind. A hollow ache stakes its claim in your chest, declaring that it wonāt leave until you find that youthful ignorance and joy once more. You think that it might stay there forever.Ā
Bare feet bounding down the stairs, you make a rare appearance downstairs. The cupboard is only half open to make way for a snack raid before your momās voice cuts through the air. You know quickly just by the look on her face that you shouldāve stayed upstairs.Ā
āHey,ā she says, gathering laundry into a basket. āYouāve been applying to jobs?āĀ
With an anxious belly, you tell her, āYeah. A few. Theyāre not really, like, ideal, but I sent applications.ā You donāt remember when it got hard to look into your motherās eyes, but you canāt bring yourself to do so now. Ā
āNot ideal?ā she says. āItās not like you can be picky. Mcdonalds or wherever, I donāt care, youāre going to need to get a job if youāre staying here.āĀ
āI know. I applied,ā you reiterate around a mumble. You close the cabinets, not so interested in a snack anymore. āI just... I donāt know, ma. I donāt want to do that for a living, going between those sorts of jobs.āĀ
Face hard and abrasive against the truth you bare, she does that awful taunting smile that makes you feel small. Stupid. āYouāre not going to college, so thatās what itās gonna be. You canāt sit up there and draw for a living. Youāve gotta get into the real world, get some real experience.ā Ā
Thereās a burst of hurt in your chest, dazzling and gnawing. Sheās getting closer to saying how she really feels about your dreams out loud every day. Your face burns and so do your eyes, knot thick in your throat. āYeah, okay. Got it,ā you say, nodding. Youāre at the front door before you even know it, slipping on shoes and fighting the greatest internal battle to will back tears. Sheād use those against you, no doubt about it. āIām going to Kaiās,ā you throw over your shoulder. Ā
Whatever she barks back at you, youāre glad you donāt hear. Bells on some old Christmas decoration hung on the door that had yet to be taken down, even into summer, jingle and wash it away for you.Ā
Kaiās brows shoot up when he opens the door to your face crumpling. Youād done so well at damming it up, but the wall cracks and the water crashes through once you see him. If it were anybody else, youād feel icky and attention seeking, but youād held Kai to your chest through gut-wrenching sobs as much as heās done it for you. Without question, he takes you into his arms, warm hand running up and down your back. The warm soothing is so familiar. You melt right into it. Ā
He keeps you there for a long moment. Then, his chest rumbles as he tells you, āCome on.ā The walk through the AC to his bedroom is nice. Having a house like Kaiās to come to where it can just be you is nice, too. You step around the mess of clothes and scattered belongings on his floor like you have a muscle-memory roadmap of his room. Boxsprings creak and hard mattress welcome you back home. His room is dark as always, a night-dweller you call him. The array of peeling band posters plastered over walls you two had painted blue some years ago, when itād been his favorite color, donāt help to lighten it up. He keeps a low lamplight on. Ā
āShe never listens to me,ā you say, crying gone to occasional sniffles from your chest. You rest your cheek on your bent knee.Ā
āI know,ā he says. āBut at least she cares about you. Pays attention to you.ā His voice is soft and deep and right next to you. Always right next to you, there for you even when you might not appreciate it as you should. Ā
His dad cares too little what he does, and yours care too much. The grass is always greener on the other side, you know it. Still, you hold a fantasy where youāre able to do teenager stuff. Where youād allow yourself to do bad things, because you werenāt so intent on painting yourself with their will. You two hold eyes for a long moment, your twinkling ones caught in that steady brown. āI just want to get away. Be my own person.ā Your words are muffled in the softness of your skin.Ā
āYou had the chance to do it,ā Kai says, hand playing with your fingers. āBut you didnāt.āĀ
Holding your legs closer, you lick your lips. What do you say to that? Would it ever be the time to tell him that you did it because you think that your soul is pathetically intertwined with his, and that it might snuff your lifeforce out to even try pursuing life without him? Without this? How do you tell him that youāre so frozen and unwilling to pursue any sort of future because it means accepting that this chapter is over? You clutch childhood to your chest like a wild animal guarding scarce food; you refuse. You refuse to acknowledge its end. Ā
āKai,ā is all you say, trembled and thick. Itās not just your motherās words that dig at you and tear to shreds the last bits of what dreaming you had left in you, but so many other reality checks too. This isnāt the first time youāve heard those sorts of words, urging you forward. You can only dig your heel into the ground for so long before youāre swept away in timeās ruthless, endless moving. Ā
He understands. Lifting your face with warm fingers against your cheeks, he says, āHey. How about we go get ice cream, or something?āĀ
Ice cream does sound nice. āDairy Queen?āĀ
Smirk tugged over his mouth, he says, āYes, Dairy Queen. A blizzard. Cāmon, letās go.ā Sliding off the bed, he offers you an urging hand up.Ā
But you falter. āI donāt know if we can. Sheās mad at me. I donāt think sheāll let me go.āĀ
āLet you go?ā he says, eyes narrowed. āShe doesnāt have to let you go. Youāre an adult now, you go if you want to.ā He offers his hand to you again.Ā
Itās so him, freely going wherever he ordain it. The bullheadedness is very him, as well. Always the devil on your shoulder, he was the root of any rebellious thing youāve ever done. He could never understand your apprehension, or why getting in trouble was such an awful thing to you. āI have to ask to get money.āĀ
Brows pinching, he says, āYou think Iām not gonna pay for you? You donāt need them to give you money, Iāll pay. Iāll take care of it.ā He drags you up from the bed this time. āLive a little. Do you want to go?āĀ
It was never the punishments or the getting in trouble that you were scared of, though. Disappointment was a scarier word than grounded. Sneaking out and those sorts of things, itās not like you had angel wings at your back and never considered them. Itās that you are deeply, utterly terrified of changing how they look at you. You begin to tell him, āI do, butāāĀ
He cuts you off, adamant. āThen do it. Letās go. If you want to go, then go,ā he says. āAt some point, your life needs to become your own. Itās not sneaking out when youāre graduated and eighteen years old, itās going wherever the hell you want. Youāve... Youāre gonna end up stuck here, in this town, forever. You donāt deserve that.āĀ
That sounds like both the best and the worst thing youāve ever heard. You take his hand. Ā
āāĀ
Your frozen fingers nurse your ice cream. The cup itself is cold, but the Dairy Queen on your side of town is always thirty degrees below what it should be. Itād always been that way. Even way back when you two couldnāt drive, youād get dropped off here to escape the melting weather and get a frozen treat with a handful of dollars. Each time, youād start off sagging with the relief of summerās weight off your shoulders and left the place shivering and sugar-mouthed. Ā
Itās really only you two in here. You crinkle your nose when he takes a spoonful. āOut of all the flavors...āĀ
Unbothered and no doubt expecting you to say it, he offers you a flat, āYou get your flavor, I get mine.ā He makes a point of taking an extra-long bite. His lips linger around the red plastic of the spoon and his brows rest high in silent challenge. Ā
The corners of your lips twitch up. āHmm. Well. I just have a hard time believing that Oreo... or, like, brownie fudge, is right there, and you actually want M&M. I donāt get how M&M your favorite.ā A familiar banter falls over your tongues. Your heart buzzes and your cheeks radiate. This is the first youāve done this all summer, and itāll be weaning off into fall soon. Any other summer, you wouldāve been here on all the hottest days. You hate that Kaiās been so busy with his music; you hate that you can hear the resounding ticks of the clock counting down your time. You also hate that the stubborn depths of you still believe that if you freeze yourself here in stasis that the world will relent and stop along with you.Ā
You look over the sharp lines of Kaiās jawline as it feathers with his chewing, and the broadness of his shoulders where his jacket stretches around it, and the starkness of his collarbones against his chest and the bobbing of his adamās apple when he swallows. No, time doesnāt stop. Some of him remains the same, though. In it, you see the boy that had love creeping up on you so long ago, with all its aching and all its hope. That freckle on the column of his neck, the bump in his nose leading down to the button tip that beckons your lips to steal a quick kiss. Ā
And, those lips. Theyāre as soft as ever around the discontented grimace he pulls. āM&M isnāt my favorite.āĀ
With a pursed mouth and patronizing brows arched over your eyes, you say, āOh, huh. Thatās funny, because if my memory serves me right, itās the only flavor youāve ordered for the past... six years.ā Ā
Kai husks a laugh at that. āThatās because they havenāt had my favorite for years,ā he tells you, scooping up the final bit and then pushing it off to the side. āIt was a blizzard of the month that they discontinued. The blackberry cheesecake one. I made peace with it, though. It lives on in my heart.ā He grins, arms crossed over his chest and his back settled into the booth seat to let you finish your cup. Ā
āBlackberry cheesecake,ā you say, voice made taunting. Your nod is slow and taunting, too. āWell, forget M&Ms.Why would blackberry cheesecake be your favorite? Ever?āĀ
His face falters, a moment where something flows over his eyes as if reliving a memory in a few short seconds. Then, he shrugs. āIt just is.āĀ
You roll your eyes. āWhatever,ā you laugh. āMaybe my palate is unrefined.ā Imagining the tarte fruit in purple swirls of ice cream, youāre taken back to a humid July day and the scent of churned mud. Ā
The strange memory unfolds itself quick. As if it were waiting for you to find wherever itād hidden itself away. With a sharp gasp, you say, āOh my god, Kai. Do you remember that one day? That weird stuff we saw down at the creek?āĀ
He nods. āYeah. I was just thinking of that the other day, actually...āĀ
Less interested in finishing your cup now, you let the spoon rest. āWhat?ā you say, the word peaking in the middle. That day hadnāt crossed your mind once since itād happened. āHow weird is that?āĀ
Scoffing a laugh, he says, āWeird, yeah. Just as strange as two kids high on fermented berries.āĀ
That draws a breathy laugh from you. āIs that what you think it was?ā you ask him with knitted brows. The berries had been fresh, and you two had popped plenty into your mouth. But no doubt, youād have spat them right back out if they were that ripe. āI mean, we saw the same thing.āĀ
āIt happens to animals all the time. Squirrells, and stuff.ā He lends you a gallic shrug. āWe just freaked ourselves out. Like that one time you said you saw the shape of something in the dark and we freaked out. And it was clothes.ā Ā
Well, hallucinating, in tandem, a glowing mist because you two by chance ate fermented berries is a very long shot. However nonchalant he acts about it, he seems to have thought long and hard about it. Enough to reason it away with some far cry explanation. Would you have even been able to get drunk off a handful of fermented berries? And, god, youāre really sure that youād have noticed. That taste isnāt really one you just donāt notice. Ā
Whatever. Maybe you were just drunk idiots. Thatās a lot easier to swallow, anyway.Ā
āOkay, but you saw that. Did it not look sinister?ā you say. With your spoon back in your hand, you punctuate the sentence pointing it at him. āYou freaked out with me, too.ā Ā
An unsatisfied scowl on his lips, he steals a spoonful of your dessert. You donāt even swat him awayāyour phone buzzes in your pocket.Ā
Catching sight of whoās calling, you share a long look with Kai. Itās funny, how fast those three white letters scramble you up. When you hesitate to answer, Kai tells you, āAnswer.āĀ
You hope she canāt tell youāre not at Kaiās by the refrigeratorsā dull buzzing. Itās an effort to tussle that invasive worry back. Youāre at Dairy Queen. Getting ice cream with the boy sheās known since childhood. She should clutch her hands and thank the sky that youāre here, not out in some nasty frat house like you could be. You thumb the green button.Ā
Her voice comes through the speaker crackled and asking you to run over to do a quick dish load. For a heartbeat you consider telling her that you will and then start rushing home. Instead, you fork out the truth through resistant lips.Ā
The hangup tone sits heavy on the air between you and Kai. Having listened to the whole thing on speaker, he says, āWhat was so hard about that? The world didnāt end, did it?āĀ
The plush of your lip takes a hard gnawing. No, it hadnāt. āI know sheās not going to get mad at me for just going here,ā you say as you rest your elbows onto the table. āItās that theyāre supporting me right now. I still live under their roof. The more I go around and insist I can do whatever I want, theyāll start reminding me of it.āĀ
His face drawn, he lets his mouth twitch to one side. āYeah,ā he muses. āI never thought yours would be the type to kick you out.āĀ
Kaiās dad had started threating him with getting kicked out years ago, when he first started telling him that he wanted to do music. How many times had he let reluctant tears flow into your shoulder over it? Because music wasnāt a real job? Back then, youād whispered in his ears that heād become everything heād dreamed of and more as your fingers carded through shaggy locks of hair. Ā
āI donāt know,ā you say, humming it out noncommittally. āIs your dad still... yāknow?āĀ
Nodding slowly, his eyes tell. āYeah. Always.āĀ
āBecause youāre taking the band seriously, now?ā you ask. Ā
āProbably. I donāt give a shit what he thinks about it. If Iām just his goddamn problem, Iāll give him what he wants soon enough.ā His eyes blaze with promise of it. Ā
It takes a bit out of you to not wince. Kai living anywhere but in the house across from yours is wrong. āI donāt think he necessarily wants that, Kai...ā You take his hand in your icy ones, the urge to reach out to him thinly veiled under the guise of searching out warmth. Heād always run warmer than youāyour personal heater. āItās probably because he can see that youāre doing it for real. Not just saying it anymore.āĀ
āYeah, well,ā he spits, āI canāt fucking wait to see what heāll say to me when I make it. That piece of shit, though, he wouldnāt even care. Itās not like he ever gave a shit about me enough for it to matter.āĀ
But, it matters to you, you want to tell him. You understand his need to throw it all in his face. Though. āIs that one label going to sign you? The one you were talking about?āĀ
His tongue darts out to wet dry lips. āThey havenāt yet. I donāt know. But I donāt need that money to get out of here, Iāve been working on it.āĀ
āThey will,ā you say. āBut, where would you go? Not too far?ā You try and keep it light and playful, even as your heart aches.Ā
āCome with me,ā he says. Itās painfully blunt, as if it were that simple. āLetās go get and apartment; you and me.āĀ
āKai...ā you say. āYou donāt have to drag me along because you feel bad.āĀ
The idea doesnāt sound half bad, though. Ā
āWhat?ā His face tightens, as if somewhere under the surface your words had scraped somewhere tender. āYou donāt have to stay here forever. Please. I want... I want you to come with me. You wouldnāt have to even tell them; just bring all your stuff and go together. We could do it together. Like we said we would.ā Ā
āWe were like, five. Everybody tries to pretend running away at five,ā you deadpan. Itās a washy attempt at lightening things back up.Ā
Living with him, moving out together, should feel like everything youāve ever wanted. And, maybe it is. But, heās not asking you to live with him the way you want him to. Not in the way that your aching heart wishes he would. Ā
Kai doesnāt share the laugh you give him. āYeah, okay,ā he says, leaning into the table. Ā
Perhaps you should consider the potent disappointment heās terribly masking with a face of indifference, though.Ā
āāĀ
Slowly, the knots in your belly have worked themselves out. When Kai had dropped you off, theyād been so awful that you felt borderline sick. You sat the whole ride there in his old beat-up truck picking at your nails and rambling to him. He listened to you the whole time. And then when it was time to walk in, it had least felt a little easier to do so with his eyes on you, watching to make sure you made it in safely.Ā
Youād gotten a job. Itās not too bad, folding clothes out on display. It would be nice if they kept the lights a bit brighter, but youāll get used it eventually, you hope.Ā
Most of your coworkers are around your age, but the one showing you the ropes... your heart had fluttered.Ā
āYouāll get it,ā Yeonjun says. The smile you find on his lips once he straightens up from placing product on a display is smooth and smug. Sleek strands of black hair fall over his eyes. You fluster under his gaze. Ā
With arms crossed over your chest you say, āYeah, probably.ā You reach into the cardboard box for stock to practice on.Ā
āWhereād you work before this?ā he asks, leaning back into a wall to watch you. Suddenly, you make sloppier work of your folding. āYour first retail job?āĀ
Some obnoxious pop song falls down from the speakers over the store. Nobodyās in here yet, thankfully; youāve got some time to try and get a handle on everything. āNo, this is my first job. I was so nervous walking in.āĀ
Interest catches in his eyes. It encourages that smooth smile on his lips further. āDonāt worry, sweetheart, Iāll show you the reins.āĀ
Your mind stalls. The suggestive, sly flicker to itāare you looking too much into it? Maybe thatās just how guys like Yeonjun act. Itās hard to pretend that you donāt see how heās looking at you, though. It has your belly twisted up in fluttery knots. Itās not like you hadnāt had your share of his type. But, for some reason youād rather notĀ address, heās got your heart thumping in your chest.Ā
He laughs at your fifth attempt to fold up the shirt. When he takes it from you to help, he smells of musk and vetiver. āYou going to college near here?ā he continues. Ā
āNah, just doing this, I guess,ā you answer, watching him fold it up to try and soak it up. Ā
āReally? Why not?ā he hums, crossing his arms about his chest. āYou seem like a smart girl.āĀ
Buffering, your blood buzzes in your veins and your cheeks burn. āDunno. Not really sure what to do. Are you in college?āĀ
āNah. Iām trying to figure things out, too.āĀ
The both of you pop your heads up when the bell rings to announce the arrival of a customer. Ā
āYeah,ā you say, eyeing him.Ā Heās a few years older than you, no doubt, and yet his life hasnāt fallen apart because heās not done anything grand yet. Ā
Timeās hand around your neck loosens. Just a little bit. Ā
āāĀ
You sit crisscrossed on top of Kaiās bedsheets. Heād thrown the windows open because the AC died, but itās no help. The hot air wafting about the room sits heavy on your skin. Youād dressed in as little material as possible to let it breathe, bare thighs clad in a pair of loose shorts and a thin tank top, but itās still miserable.Ā
Perhaps you two should be going over to yours, but you havenāt had time alone with him for a few weeks now. You hate this busier life, where you struggle to make room for this.Ā
Your new job isnāt so awful, though. Especially with Yeonjun there. A bout of nerves flows up through your stomach. That reminds you.Ā
Sitting up a bit straighter, you consider not doing it. In fact, you really shouldnāt. But your mouth moves before you can put a stopper on it.Ā
āHey, Kai,ā you say. The thickness in your throat makes you believe that your heartās jumped up into it, caught. God, what are you doing? The unsure waver in your words has you regretting.Ā
His eyes flicker up to yours. He hums out a, āHuh?āĀ
No, this is wrong. You mess with the thin cotton strap of your tank top where itād slipped down. āNever mind,ā you tell him, trying to shrug it off. Ā
That piques his interest. āNo, what?ā His brow pinches. Ā
You lick your lips and shake your head. āNothing, never mind. Really.āĀ
His eyes search you from where he sits up against the wall. āTell me,ā he demands.Ā
Really, you shouldnāt have said it in the first place. It was a ridiculous idea. But now you know heās not going to let it go. And, ridiculously, you say it. āI was just... wondering,ā you say, blood roaring. "Well, Yeonjun wants me to come over to his place this weekend, and... Iāve never...ā Sucking in a quick breath, you just spit it out to get it over with, āWould you be my first kiss, Kai?āĀ
Insects buzz outside as he looks at you, frozen in spot. You reject the urge to dart away or throw up. Youāre honestly just as shaken as him. But really, who else could you trust with something like that? You donāt want Yeonjun to be disappointed if he kisses you, or to seem inexperienced to him.Ā
And, perhaps, the hopelessly in love part of you hopes to at least feel his lips on yours at least once. If youāre going to be alone forever in your longing, you just wish that you can have this.Ā
āWhat?ā Kai says. He looks rattled. Ā
Of course, heās shocked. You shift. āForget I said that,ā you tell him, unable to meet his gaze. Ā
String-roughened fingers wrap around your upper arm. āI didnāt say anything,ā he says, voice strained and face less shock-fallen and more darkened. āBut... I mean, you want me to teach you to kiss for some other guy.ā He spits out the last bit as if bitter in his mouth. Ā
āYou donāt have to do it,ā you say. āI just... thought that I might ask you to do it. I donāt know, Iām sorry I said it. Iāll just wing it or something.ā His roomās grown ten degrees hotter, if that was possible. Especially where you feel his eyes on your face. Ā
Almost imperceptibly, his hand tightens around you. He swallows hard. āYou want to learn how to kiss?ā he says. āFine. Iāll teach you.āĀ
In a heart-stopping moment, your eyes snap to his. Brown and familiar, they hold you with an intensity that turns your limbs into jelly. The air is stifling. āWhat... do I do?ā you ask when the silence becomes too heavy. Ā
A muscle feathers in his jaw, reflected in the low light of his room. Itās quick and so easy to miss, but it tells you everything you need to know about how this is making him feel. How much disbelief heās in. āCome here,ā he says, stilted around the absolute absurdity of it. He pats on his lap.Ā
You make a hesitant crawl across the bed toward him. It seems as though your elbows might buckle beneath your weight, but you make it despite the odds. A fog settles over your brain when you rest your hands on his shoulders and bring your legs to straddle his lap.Ā
But you shove it back; you want to live and breathe every last second of this. No matter how unbelievable or blistering it is. Ā
Breaths fan out over your face. Itās seizing your mind like undiluted liquor. āWhere do I put my hands?ā you ask him. Itās breathless, the air stolen right from your lungs though your mouths havenāt even touched. Ā
āThere is fine,ā he says. His words sound breathless, too. The weight of his touch on you as he runs his own up to support your back is unsure. āAnd then...ā he says. It falls out on your mouth slowly, and then heās taking your lips onto his.Ā
The walls melt away, sound does too. All that is real is the taste of his lips and how they move against you. Your lips start tentative, but you try his mouth movements yourself. It feels like a timid danceāit feels like deep, deep down, finally everything is right. That mist, thick and blinding, falls back over you.Ā
Something changes. Something in it, where you two meet, changes. He becomes hungry. Softly locked lips turn biting and nipping, shaky breaths exhaled slow through your nose. His hands on your back become surer, and one even ventures off to grab your chin. The other holds you to his chest, melded together despite the intense smoke and flame rolling off your bodies. You wonder if he can feel your heart beating a mess there.Ā
Reluctance paints you both when you pull back. Youāre panting deep drinks of air. Itās hard to think; your mindās run off and sits just out of reach. Licking your messy lips, stained with illicitness, you can only manage to brush your fingers against it to form words. āHow... was that?ā you say, searching his eyes. You find his pupils blown so wide that they consume the warm brown. Youāre ready to jump out of your skin with that look pointed at you. Ā
Kai doesnāt answer, though. He slams your mouths back together as if starved by just the brief moment youād parted for air. Nips on your bottom lip and emboldened handsāhe moves like roaring water through a dam. A dam that heād worked hard to fortify, and yet, at a crack itās all falling down. Fingertips digging through the fabric of your shorts down to your soft hips, his chest rumbles. You feel it reflected in your core, electricity charging there and shooting up your spine and down your thighs.Ā
You kiss him for all the times you wish you wouldāve, but didnāt. The slight rolls of your hips down onto him come easy. You love how it has him making a sound into your mouth and taking the fat beneath his fingers harder into his hands. He helps you.Ā
He drops his head into your neck. Your head swims for air and he has you shuddering with just the brushing of his nose against the column of your neck. The walls of his room spin around you. āKai,ā you whine, every bit of friction his jeans provide, even clothed as you are, just enough to rile you but not to give you what you need.Ā
āGod,ā he growls, thumbs hooking under your waistband. āYou always fucking run around dressed in nothing,ā he says, letting his fingers linger like a suggestion of undressing you. āDid you do it on purpose? Expect to make me crazy, knowing I couldnāt touch you?āĀ
And, in those words, it seems that he steals every last bit of breath from you. How often had you gone braless or worn something like this around him? Laid here, in his bed, like that?Ā
Grown tired of your fruitless grinding, he brings a hand down to support your lower back and says, āTurn around.āĀ
Though you explode with the prospect of what he might be intending to do or whatās next, if youāre really going to do this, you do so in a flash of eager limbs. His chest is solid against your back, you melt against the feeling of it. Heād become such a man lately, filled out, and you watched it happen. It was hard for your eyes not to catch on muscle-corded forearms while he picked at strings or to not appreciate the timbred rumble of his voice when youād feel it come from his chest. How could it not do things to you? Now, heās dragging your shorts down your legs and youāre in disbelief. Ā
āFuck,ā he breaths out. His fingers find your panties soaked through. āSo, youāre the type to get dripping wet.āĀ
An embarrassed blush decorates your cheeks. Kai drags his index finger in circles around your clit through the fabric as if enamored with how much of a mess youād made of it. Your hips twitch every time he rolls right over it. Itās strange how heās got your body acting on its own volition with his touches. Even stranger that itās your best friend doing it. āSorry,ā you tell him, wavering. Ā
He continues those terribly slow circles. āSorry?ā he says, chin on your shoulder. Heās got you wrapped up inĀ him, with nowhere to go but to melt back into him and let his fingers work. Free hand on one of your inner thighs digging divots into the plushness there to hold it still, he tells you, āItās nothing to be sorry about. Itās hot as fuck. Youāre so excited for me to touch you, huh?āĀ
The words wreak havoc on you, feeding the flame that has your belly twisted up tight and the ignition point between your thighs pounding. To hear them coming from him, reserved Kai, has you digging your fingers into his forearm to prove that itās real. Youād never have imagined him being so... filthy. You imagine him behind falsely nonchalant eyes, devouring you with a perverted mind all the times youād spent innocently sitting together in this room. Ā
Your cheeks squish beneath his fingers as he takes your face and turns it to him. He wants to make sure youāre look at him as he asks you, āDo you want me to finger you?āĀ
Like a record, your brain skips. Between the blunt, lewd question and his hand on you, itās in overload. How could ask something like that so simply? Stunned as you are, of course you want him to. You want him to do anything to you. You nod. Ā
Every last nerve and neuron in your system, just below the skin, cry out when his fingers slow down to nothing. āHmm?ā he says, ignoring the chasing of your hips and the opening of your thighs to invite him into paying your poor pussy the attention heād ripped from it. He wants to hear you say it. Ā
About ten minutes ago, you lost your mind. It does not return to you now. āI want you to,ā you say, chest beating in tandem with your cunt.Ā
āYou want me to, right? Not some dumbass you met a week ago, huh?ā he says. āBecause you know that this is what itās meant to be. Me, doing these things to you. Not some twenty-five-year-old piece of shit. He doesnāt deserve you, baby. Understand?āĀ
His fingers slider under your panties. Dumb brained and cognition gone muddled, you nod. All you can really think about is the moment his fingers slide over you. Fire licks up your lower belly and your insides as he brushes calloused finger tips finally right against your clit.Ā
Puffed breaths of a scoff raise goosebumps over your skin. āTeach you to kiss so that you can go over there and get his hands on you,ā he says, middle two fingertips prodding at your entrance. āAs if you were ever anybodyās but mine. Youād come crawling back to me, baby, because it was always meant to be us. He could never satisfy you.āĀ
His words might alarm you or have you asking questions if he hadnāt pushed his fingers into you and begun curling them with strong, pointed presses, pulling soft mewls and hums from you until he finds a spot that twists up your insides. Even through the palm you press over your mouth, your moans come out more like wavering grunts and croaks. Your thighs quiver and twitch, threatening to snap closed against your own will with each. Only your feet stay planted to the mattress. Like a cone of soft serve under the sunās blistering attention, you melt down him. Just his frame keeps you upright.Ā
āRight there, huh?ā he says. The smirk on his mouth filters his words into something taunting. āThatās where you like it.ā Itās like heās learning your body step by step, fulfilling all the questions heād been forced to only guess at before this. Ā
āUh-huh.ā It comes out whiny and cracks in the middle, but you canāt find even an ounce of you to care right now. If this moment had been a long spiral, a fall from grace, down into a dark pit of forgotten inhibitions, youāve just hit the bottom. Cheeks blazing cherry blossom pink and with your fingers curling into his pant leg, you donāt doubt that you are a picturesque mess. The kind of mess thatās beautiful because itās dirty. Your teeth are not gentle on your plush bottom lip. It stings, tugged back and bitten and still a bit swollen with kisses. Perhaps you taste the tang of metal on it, but you pay it no mind.Ā
Kai redoubles his efforts. Now that he knows exactly how to play you, heās fucking you on his fingers without mercy. The sounds coming from your cunt were wet, but now theyāre differentā nasty squelching. The only noises coupling with your pathetic keening. Forget anchoring yourself on his thigh, forget muffling your sounds. Instead, your hands fly to encircle his flexing forearm. Under your nails, angry red crescents dig into the muscle there. What had been a languid, building pleasure suddenly becomes everything. Your breaths run away from you, and you chase them frantically. Deep down in your core, the muscles spasm and rage against his fingers. āHāoh god,ā you groan. Even the muscles in your thighs and tummy tighten up.Ā
āSo whiny...ā Kai mumbles, voice taut with the effort of eroding you down into pure, blinding-white pleasure.Ā
And then, in a swoop of mercy, your belly tightens. You hover here, on the precipice of something so consuming and voracious that your muscles and bones reject it, and yet your heart sings. Your eyes and cheeks and lungs and belly burn, the flame charring the edges of you in a beckon. You answer its call. Kai doesnāt mind the snapping of your legs shut around his arm, nor does your bucking or shaking deter him. He just holds you through it, arm like a metal bar around your waist. Heās everywhere, in this momentāthe smell of him, leather and utterly familiar, his mouth dusting hot kisses over your skin, his fingers guiding you through orgasm. Where youād gone silent in the initial crash of it, you devolve into mewls and grunts as you come down. Ā
He holds you even as you slump against him boneless. Afterglow simmers in your veins and has your brain all lethargic and lazy. Neither of you speak for a while, your pulse thumping a rhythm. His breaths rise and fall against you; it grounds you in this moment where you feel all spacey and gone. You become aware again of how disgustingly sweltering it is in his room, your skin sheened.Ā
That brainless bliss only lasts you for so long, though. When rational mind returns to you, no matter how you wish it wouldnāt, youāre hit in the chest with regret so hard it knocks the wind out of you.Ā
How will anything ever be the same after what youād just done? Stricken still by the thought, you barely register him pulling his fingers out of you. After all your worrying about making sure no wedge comes between you two, look what youāve gone and done. No; nothing ever will be the same again. Ā
āāĀ
A couple of weeks ago, you ruined the one friendship you were supposed to have forever. It presses down heavy one you while you sit sprawled out on Yeonjunās couch, his arm around your shoulder. His phone casts a glow over his features with all the lights out.Ā
It doesnāt smell like home. He, pressed against your side, doesnāt smell like home. Ā
Some stupid movie that heād picked out, yet somehow youāve ended up the only one still watching it, weaves a hum into the quiet of his apartment. Tangy hurt wells up in your throat. Even the moments when you and Kai would sit in mutual silence on your phones never felt like this. This is different. Ā
You havenāt seen Kai since that night. Heās been busy getting ready to move out, and youāve been here most days. How fast all of it had changed. You wish youād feel whiplashed, left empty, by the drifting that youād been so terrified of. But you donāt. Itās just been you, locked on land, watching him being taken away by the oceanās tide with no way to change its course. You tried and screamed to call him back, but now your voice has gone hoarse. Ā
And instead of watching him go, you choose to look elsewhere. Itās all you can do to protect yourself from the hurt.Ā
āHey,ā Yeonjun says, finally addressing you rather than whoeverās heās got in his phone. āDid you bring anything to change into?ā Ā
āI brought stuff to sleep in,ā you say, eyeing him. You know thatās not why heās asking. If it came down to it, you could just steal something from him and pull it on. He means going out clothes. Your jaw tightens. āBut nothing nice. Why?āĀ
He stretches his arms behind his head in a flaunt of long arms and tanned muscle. Hours spent at the gym lent him those; you appreciate the look of it with a watering mouth. Kai had earned his build by hours spent outside with your dad, because his own could care less, helping him fix up cars and vehicles of all ridiculous sorts. You remember when Kai had first gotten his truckājunk on wheels, honestlyāheād spent so much of summer out there getting it running. And, well... the sun-kissed bronze of his skin and frame that came with it, you had no qualms with.Ā
But those memories only sit heavy in your chest as youāre sat here beside Yeonjun. You banish them elsewhere; you need to let him drift off. If you canāt have each other, and your feelings wonāt permit just being friends, then you have to. You want him to do amazing things, and you fear that itās your presence in his life that will interrupt that. As much as your feelings are real, they are selfish. You, your unsure direction and all your dead weight, should let him go. Because you love him.Ā
āThe guys want to come over,ā he tells you, pushing off from the couch. āYou should probably into change into something less showy.āĀ
Less showy. Your mouth drops into a scoff of disbelief, looking down. A pair of shorts and a shirt, showy? You have to laugh, or else youāll succumb to the strange embarrassment crawling at the back of your skull. Whatās he trying to say? Is that what he thinks of you? āWhatās that supposed to mean?ā you say, face tilted up to him in a twist of distaste. āIām wearing something comfy.āĀ
He shrugs, hands shoved into the pockets of his black sweats. āDonāt want to give them the wrong idea about you, thatās all, baby. Theyāre guys; I just want to protect you.āĀ
āNo,ā you say, the word falling out in a barked laugh. āWhy would you even be bringing over dudes that you think will look at me like that? Why are you even friends with people that you think are gonna make moves on your girlfriend?ā He holds a hand out to you, but your hands stay right where they are: crossed solidly over your chest.Ā
Throwing that hand up in audacious exasperation, he gives you a look that makes you feel small and petulantālike youāre throwing an overblown fit. And, maybe you are. You should probably just do it; him seeing you as some overbearing or high maintenance girl has that embarrassment flaring like wildfire thatās found dry brush. āCāmon, baby,ā he says, a lazy smile on his mouth that gets under your skin. āLetās just have an easy night. Donāt make it a big deal.āĀ
Letās just have an easy night. As if youāre the one ruining the night. Something snarky tries to seize your tongue, but you hold it down. āI thought it would be just us. We wanted to watch the movie together, Yeonjun. Canāt you wait to hang out with your friends? Letās enjoy our time together; youāve got your shift tomorrow.āĀ
āMy fucking god,ā he groans, running a hand through his hair furiously. āYouāre needy, you know that? The neediest Iāve ever had to put up with. I donāt put up with needy, baby. Canāt you just chill out a little? My last didnāt mind when Iād have friends over.āĀ
Your eyes burn. Your cheeks burn. Heād been with plenty of other girls before you; that, youāre well aware of. Itās been a corrosive source of self-doubt for you. You donāt want that title: the neediest heās ever had. Donāt want him to think of you as some prude that wonāt let him have fun. Just... hearing him bring up the other girls heād been with before you stings and leaves welts no different from a slap in the face. Feelings of inadequacy shackle you and have you saying, āFine. Iām gonna borrow some of your clothes.āĀ
Heavy resentment blooms on your skin where he bends down and presses kisses to your cheek, and then mouth, and then down your neck. āThank you, baby.āĀ
And, where those ugly, wilted flowers of it bloom, you hear echoes of something. Something that tells you that Kai wouldnāt treat you like this. But youāve made your bed, decided to do it yourself, and now youāve got to lay on it.Ā
āāĀ
The frat parties are the worst kind of social outing that Yeonjun insists upon. The smaller kinds, more intimate gathering with just his closer friends, you tolerate much easier. Youāre not fond of the circles he chooses. Breathing in thick, smoked-out air surrounded by alcohol-coated breaths is not your type of fun night. Somehow, you end up doing that more than date nights. But thatās better than being here. The base rumbles up through your feet and makes your stomach sick, and it reeks of grinding bodies and body odor, and condensation coats your fingers from the red solo cup as full as when youād first gotten it.Ā
But, still, you come along. Not every time, but when you donāt, you lay in his bed sickening yourself with images of what he might be doing here. How pathetic is it to attend parties with your boyfriend because you fear that otherwise, he might stick his tongue down the throats of other girls?Ā
Youāre looking for him right now, awkward and left alone. Heād promised to stick around; you had begged him to. That was pathetic, too. You know that you put up with too much. If he loved you, or honestly even liked you, you two would be in the thick of the throngs dancing or off somewhere talking with others. Together. The frantic skimming and weeding of your eyes through the blur of faces is not right. Thatās not how he should make you feel. Itās not how Kai would make you feel.Ā
Well, Kai would never have you here in the first place.Ā
Venturing out from your little corner, you sift between the bodies of people have a hell of a lot better time than you. Drunken, some you bounce off of like bumper carts. You press your palm over the round face of your cup to spare the floor from spillage threatening to pour over the lip. Itās not like a splash from yours would matter much, though. The linoleum has already been made a fetor mess of dirt off shoes and the sticky sugar of liquor. Your shoes peel from it as you walk. God, what would your parents think of you being here?Ā
You peek around corners and eye big groups. Heās not in the kitchen when you look there, either. Your stomach feels sick in a knowing wayāa gut feeling that doesnāt justify anger or tears just yet, but you know. Right in the center of your chest, you know.Ā
Itās in some room that you find him. Sat on the floor along with a few faces you donāt know, he pulls from his bottle. And on his shoulder, he lets a girl with shining curls and pink cheeks rest her head. At your busting in on the intimate gathering, Yeonjunās eyes slide to you. Recognition flashes over them and wars with bleary drunkenness.Ā
āHey, baby,ā he says. Their gazes all fall on you, but you can hardly see them through blurry eyes.Ā
The girl lifts her head from his shoulder. Sheād caught the memo.Ā
āI think Iām gonna go.ā You make it sound resigned, try to not let them see your shame, but your voice betrays you and crackles. Maybe itās better to pretend it doesnāt feel like youāve just been kicked in the stomach and left to reel against the force, but you canāt. Youāre nowhere near shocked, nowhere near blindsided, but still you hurt.Ā
He follows you down the hall. āWhatās your problem?ā he says, the few, plain words mending and waving into a slurring.Ā
Youāve got one goal: get to the front door, away from the shitty music and him. His words, sharpened, fall off your skin despite his efforts. What good would fighting do you, anyway? It was always going to end up this way. This is just who he is, and he doesnāt give two shits enough about you to want to change that.Ā
āBaby, seriously? That made you this mad? I didnāt even fucking do anything. Stop being insecure,ā he says. At the gritting of your teeth, he sees an opportunity and pounces on it. āYou donāt need to be jealous. I donāt do jealous shit. We can dance, or something. Shit, I donāt know what you want! Just stop throwing a fit.āĀ
Didnāt do anything? You have to laugh. Maybe you didnāt walk in on him fucking someone else, but thatās not what this is about. Not even a little bit. Youāve checked out, and the fact that he thinks he can make you believe that itās your fault this time only drives the killing stake in harder.Ā
Maybe youāre bitter. It claws at your insidesāturns your face hot and screams in your face that youāve been used. But beside it sits a sadness. Not the slow kind, but the quick sadness of hurt. Why hadnāt you been good enough for him to love you? To like you? Youād left behind Kai and rested your new life on Yeonjunās shoulders. Youād wanted so badly for his approval, or for him to want you. You did your best to try and make this work out because you needed it to. You needed so desperately proof that you could fall in love with somebody else. But your best was not what Yeonjun was interested in. Ā
Pins and needles prick your skin as you step outside, like jumping into an ice bath. It shocks you out of dizziness. Words surge up and out in a flash flood like hard reality. You spin on him. āJealous?ā you say, choking out a scathing laugh. āThe last thing Iād ever let myself suffer over you is jealousy. Get over yourself. Iām going, stay here if you want. I donāt care.āĀ
āHow are you gonna do that, huh?ā he says. The flickering yellow of the porchlight paints his features. The shadow of something fluttering around it cuts dark spots in the light, and then a small little moth comes down and jumps around in his face. He waves it off. āGonna have bitch boy come pick you up? You canāt leech off him forever; heās gonna get sick of picking up another manās girlfriend.ā It seems like you walking in on that had sobered him up, but his breath still curls out onto your face with the reek of alcohol. āItās not a big deal. Youāre making this a bigger deal than it has to be. Do you not trust me?ā Ā
āYou are such a piece of shit,ā you grit out. āI donāt know what I was thinking. Ever. I donāt know how I let this go on for so long.ā You donāt like him having Kai in his mouth, donāt like him trying to act like youāre conflating things, and especially donāt like that face heās making. As if youāre acting crazy and overblown. āNo, I donāt trust you. You didnāt fuck her, but come on, Yeonjun. Seriously? You think Iām stupid, and Iām sick of it. You thought this would be easy because I didnāt have the experience you have, but Iām sorry. I donāt like being walked over.āĀ
āIf youāre gonna be so goddamn jealous, then maybe we arenāt gonna work,ā he says.Ā
That moth, floating light in the air, is right back in his face. Yeonjun takes two hands and smashes it between a clap of his hands. He shakes its flattened, broken body off his hand. Looking down at it laying there on top of dirt-caked concrete, you get this... feeling. A tickling around your person. Ā
āSee if I care,ā you snap, throat aching against the onslaught of emotion and held back tears. Ā
āāĀ
Rivulets of raindrops dilute the tears on your cheeks. Your hair plasters to your face and your clothes to your body. Ā
For a week, youād went about it all as if it hadnāt happened. And then you came here. Ā
Itād not been this rainy when you first got down to the creekājust a gentle trickle, really. You hadnāt been crying then, either. But, watching the water work at babbling over stone, you let yourself feel it. Here, where youād had so many good memories. Youāve gone and tainted it, now. But for whatever reason, youād just wanted to be here. Arms curled around yourself and fingers digging into drenched sleeves, you donāt wipe away the tears or cover the sounds of your crying. You let the stream hear it; itāll sweep it right up and down the way. Somewhere far off, where you donāt have to feel it anymore.Ā
You realize that, usually, youād be over at Kaiās right now. The fact that his room was not the first place you thought you could go to anymore is a punch to the gut. You drop your face into your hands and cry harder. Really, youāve got to stop doing that to yourself. Thinking of sad thingsāputting your hurt under the microscope to see it closer. Itād be easier to just fold it up and tell yourself that itāll pass, and that relationships end all the time.Ā
Itās not him that you cry over. Well, maybe some of it is. Rather, itās that you have absolutely no idea where youāre going. Where you are. Finally, youād built yourself a raft to get off the shore and go out to sea, because thatās what youāre supposed to do, and itās breaking apart right beneath you. And, stranded and alone in the water, youāve got no way to get back to shore to build yourself another raft. Youāre stranded, and the scariest bit is that youāre doing it all alone. You werenāt supposed to do this alone. You two made promises back then.Ā
You suppose that a promise is one of those things you were supposed to leave faith in back on shore.Ā
The raindrops are heavy over you. The fall of it roars against the ground, a torrent downpour. Itās not coupled with whipping wind or flashes of lightningājust straight, still falling. Itās a somber feeling no different from the gnawing in your chest.Ā
Like chimes, thereās a distant, gentle sound. Maybe water falling over creek rock, but itās more like suggestion. A sweet sound that you shouldnāt even be able to hear over the rest of it, itās as if itās right in your ear. A whisper. Ā
You fix your blurry eyes with a wet sleeve. Rain falls right back into its place, but you see it: a silvery, whimsy haze. And the moths. They jump and call you, this time. Their glow bounces off the rainy mist against the grey of nightās arrival. Then, all you can hear is the whispering. Where you stand frozen, your feet beg to move. To follow them.Ā
So you do.Ā
Their entourage of moondust trails them where they go, wrapping you up and weaving between raindrop and space. You donāt worry where theyāll take you, or even try to wrap your head around this happening again. You just follow, mind glossed over and entranced with how beautiful it is. When youād seen them before, itād made you uneasy. Mostly because it looked so unearthly and unbelievable.Ā But this time you just follow.Ā
A far-off voice, one oh-so-familiar, peaks through the haze. Itās not enough to stop you, but then you hear it again, louder and closer.Ā
You blink a few times. Once to break away the fog, and then twice to focus your eyes on Kai stood in front of you. His hair lays in wet spikes over his eyes and beads of rain trace the planes of his face. Heās as soaked as you.Ā
āKai?ā you say. Looking around you, youāve ended up somewhere in the field between your houses and the creek. But youāve got no recollection of walking here. Whatever that mist is, sentient or not, had swept you here. Ā
His voice is strained, but you appreciate hearing it. āBreak up with him,ā he tells you.Ā
In his eyes, as you search them, thereās stardust glowing like reflection. Your face twists up. āWhat?ā you say, breath a puff of smoke ahead of you. Summer had come and gotten away from you so fast, and now itās gone all cold again.Ā
āBreak up with him,ā he echos, face solemn. He looks ruffled.Ā
āWhy?ā you ask, āAnd why are you out here?āĀ
āBecause Iām moving out today, and I think I deserve to at least see you before I go.ā His eyes look over you. āAnd... your dad said you went down to the creek.āĀ
Heās moving out today, and you had no idea. And really, itās your fault. Youād driven that wedge between the two of you. āI did break up with him.āĀ
Downpour fills his quiet for a few moments, his face swirling with emotion like the clouds above you. He nods. āGood.āĀ
There are a few more long minutes between you; just you two searching each other's faces, antsy to say so much that it bunches up in your chests and stalls. Itās what a summer of longing does to you. Even with Yeonjun, even trying to slowly chip away the stitching that had connected the two of you at the hip, you were helpless to stop the gnawing of the love you bear for him. Even just seeing him now, you feel those threads mending back up. God, why does it have to be so hard?Ā
He just looks at you. For a few beats, he just looks at you. There are so many questions in his eyes. They flit across and turn over, but all he settles on is, āWhy?āĀ
Thereās so much you want to tell him. Words pile up to the top, some threatening to spill over. But you know that if you tell him some of it, just to make up for all the time youād missed out on together, itāll all come crashing out. And you donāt think you want him to know just how much you accepted, the way you let yourself get treated. So, you shake your head and say, āIt doesnāt matter.āĀ
Kai looks like he wants to push that issue, but whatever look he finds on your face deters him. āCome with me,ā he pleads. āI want you to come with me.āĀ
Your throat tightens. Curling your arms around yourself harder, the rain only coming down on you harder, you say, āKai, I want to. I want to. I just... I donāt want to freeload off you, because youāre doing great things, and Iām just...ā Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, but theyāre already as soaked as the rest of you. āIām just going nowhere. And I donāt want to be a burden, or ever be the reason that you canāt do what you dream of. If staying here means that you become everything that youāre destined to do, then Iām happy with that, Kai. I am.āĀ
He shakes his head, stumbling toward you. āNo, no you donāt get it,ā he says, frantically taking your shoulders into big hands. Under his touch, every taut muscle goes slack. You melt. āYou donāt get it. You are the music. Every single song is about you. Every single fucking song is about you. I want you to come with me, please. I love you, I have always loved you, and I will always love you, and I thought youād loved me too, and I donāt want to do this alone. I canāt do it alone.āĀ
He loves you. Kai loves you. The enormity of it rumbles the ground where you stand on legs you fear might just give in. You flex your fingers to combat the tears pricking your eyes. It doesnāt work; they brim and well up, spilling down over your cheeks. āWhat?ā you say, voice softly breaking. āKai, I didnāt...āĀ
āAnd just when I thought I finally had you, you left me,ā he says, throwing a hand up beside him in a big gesture. āYou left me! I woke up thinking youād be there, and that maybe you loved me too, and you had left me. And then you threw me away for some piece of shit, and you stopped coming around.ā His chest heaves for breaths.Ā
Your face contorts. That night, the one where you two had slipped up, youād fallen asleep curled up against his chest on undiluted contentment. When you woke up, you had panicked. You thought heād wake up and pretend it hadnāt happened, or heād be uncomfortable, or even be disgusted and regretting. You couldnāt handle that, so you slipped out before he woke up. Itād been an attempt to protect your tender heart, but looking at the twitching of his lip now, you begin to think itās the most selfish thing youāve ever done. He thinks you used him and left him. Your stomach twists. Voice thick, you say, āIām sorry. Iām sorry I left you, Kai. I thought you didnāt... I thought you didnāt see me that way. I was scared. Iām sorry I hurt you.āĀ
Brows knitted together, he says, āThought I didnāt love you?ā His hand cups your cheek, warm against the soft frozen skin he finds there. āIāve... Iāve dreamed of you almost every night of my life. In my sleep, I see you, and youāre happy and glowing, and that damn... mist is all around you. I couldnāt get away from you even in my sleep.āĀ
Darting between his eyes, soft and reflecting your face back to you, itās hard to breathe. Kaiās dreamt of you; heās as sickly in love with you as you are him. Thunder claps, and the ground shakes, and the heavens open up above you, the trumpets belt, and you two are in love. Somewhere deep in your center, you feel itāyour soul nodding yes.Ā
The mist. You know exactly what heās talking about. āI saw it. That stuff, those moths. The stuff we saw back then.āĀ
āI did too,ā he says, wet spikes of hair bouncing with a nod. āNot that long ago. It was the first time I saw it out of a dream since that day.āĀ
Back then, you two had only budding, innocent love for each other. Things hadnāt become mangled and lost to confused hearts or expectations. When theyād appeared to you, you hadnāt needed it. This time, youād followed it. And it had led you hereāsomehow had led you right to the very spot you needed to so that every last piece might fall into place. For this moment to happen. You know why it did.Ā
āIāll go with you, Kai. Iāll go wherever you go; I love you. Iāve loved you since forever,ā you say, each and every word massive and lovely on your tongue. āIām sorry I didnāt say it earlier.āĀ
So unlike the last times your mouth had met, he brings his mouth to yours with a dazzling clarity. No longer is it confused kisses; he locks his lips against yours with the urgency of so many years being unable to. Kaiās hands cradle your wet cheeks, hold you so tenderly into his kiss. His touch grounds you, makes the moment real. You melt into himāyour fingers curled into his shirt as if holding him there so that he wonāt disappear like something of an incorporeal dream. He sighs through his nose, kissing you harder. Even if it all were fake and this was nothing more than a feverish figment of your imagination, you think you could die happy just knowing this once.Ā
But it is utterly real, and utterly yours. You kiss him harder, too.Ā
When your lungs start to burn and plead for breath, you two pull away from each other. Your eyes flutter open to capture his. Warm and brown and the same ones youāve stared into so many times before, but not like this, you sink into them. He runs his thumb over your cheek as he sinks into yours. His tongue darts out to lick lips painted with you. In the inches between you, space no longer feels heavy or charged with grievances. Every last unsaid thing had been answered.Ā
āI have my stuff up in the truck,ā he says, breaths soft. Brown eyes dart around your face. āIāll help you add your stuff to it.āĀ
You shudder out a breath. Add your stuff to it. A nervous energy settles down over you, but it doesnāt seem so bad if youāre doing it with him. Together. Ā
āOkay,ā you whisper, a balmy secret just like the ones you used to share in small, giggly voices so many years ago. āOkay.āĀ
āāĀ
Shivers seize you like jittering bones, all wrapped up in a blanket. The velour cushion seats beneath you have soaked up water and become damp, but Kaiās got the heater blasting. You wind around back roads, headlights illuminating the way ahead of you. Stray droplets whip in them, but nothing much. Isnāt it funny how the rain had just stopped like that? Thatās just how the weather is, out here. You wonder how the weather might act wherever youāre headed.Ā
Your teeth chatter as if your jaw had its own will. The two of you had the windows down thinking that the wind might dry you off, but all itās done is lap at your bitten cheeks. You reach down for the handle to crank it up. Youāve got a long drive ahead of youāeither youāll eventually dry off, or you can pull off at a rest area to change in a bathroom. The wet clothes are really not helping.Ā
With an arm up on the steering wheel, Kai turns his attention on you. You know that smile. āCold?ā he asks, eyes darting between your face and the road. With the hand heās not got working the steering wheel, he runs fingers over your thigh. Soft, gentle massages, yes. The number it does on your core is absurd. Each mindless digging into your thighs and brush of his thumb, sparks sputter there. Youāve sat here, right in his passenger seat, so many times before. Day trips up to the lake, the one heād joined your family camping at for so many summers, all the times heād driven you to school in this truck, and even just a quick run down to a convenience store for a late-night snack. Youād deemed it your seat. But never once had you sat in it like this. Your heart does a flip. All those times youād wish heād reach over and do just thisāa small gesture that wouldāve been so big then. And itās your reality, now. Ā
āFreezing,ā you say. A brush of his fingers nearer the apex of your thighs sends you pressing them together and shifting in your seat. āBut not everybody runs as hot as you, though, so.āĀ
His eyes catch the movement in just the split second he looked over to you. āHuh,ā he says. He turns to look at you, his gaze flickering with something anew. Something that youād only ever seen once before. āIs that it?āĀ
Itās hard to swallow. His fingers brushĀ higher, and higher, feather-dustings of calloused fingertips that sends tingles shooting up your spine at the slightest suggestion of where heās headed. āYes,ā you say, feigning indignance to cover the shiver that threatens to overtake you. When his fingertips dance at the waistband of your bottoms, it does so anyway. āKai,ā you say, blood hot in your veins. āYouāre...driving.āĀ
His eyebrows pinch into a taunting furrow. āI am,ā he says, nodding. āDonāt worry about it, baby. Iāve got us.āĀ
And he does; fingers slipping under the band of both your bottoms and your panties, he doesnāt even tear his eyes off the road. Heād driven these roads so much, you think he might be able to do it asleep. Even drawing a mewl from you with a brush over your clit, he doesnāt look away more than a quick glimpse at your pinkened cheeks.Ā
Two fingers dragging up your folds, right over the source of the mess. āYou get excited so easily, huh?ā he hums. āYou like it when I play with you.āĀ
When he presses those fingers at your entrance, you canāt help but be taken back to that night. It echoes and reverberates through you. Long fingers, strong and punctual brushes against the sweet spotāhe was criminally good with his fingers. Playing guitar did more for him than just music. He seemed to know exactly how to utilize those roughened fingers and trained flicks. Your muscles flicker as he abandons your hole for more brushes at your bud. Ā
Those teasing, sly touches turn to something more serious. His fingers roll over your clit, slow but enough to have you sighing and rolling your hips against the seat belt. But last time had gone just like this, him touching you and receiving nothing. He should feel good, too. āShouldnāt you pull over?ā you sigh, muscles taut. Your breaths come out shuddering and half-controlled, interrupted by the tightness that each delicious swirl provokes. The door takes the brunt of your grip, white-knuckling the interior.Ā
He laughs, a husky sound that is tinder to fire. He knows what you mean. āMaybe,ā he says. āBut I think Iām enjoying this plenty. I think I want to see you cum on my fingers again.āĀ
Fingers pinching and flicking faster, you grow breathy and whiny, hips rolling against the seatbelt and back into the seat. Your muscles, all the way down your thighs and deep in your belly, jump and twitch each time his fingers run over your clit in just the right spotāthat tender spot thatās so good that it teeters on overwhelming. The kind that makes you hiss and then want more. āShit, Kai,ā you whine. āRightāthere, keep going." Ā
He doesnāt answer with any teasing words. No, he just doubles down right at that angle and pressure, leaned back into his seat and driving as if he wasnāt fingers-deep in your panties right now. His sculpted profile at total easeāit does something for you. A delicious tightness curls its fingers over your center, promising a sugary ecstasy that you canāt help but chase. Bucking into his hands as best you can, you go quiet. Right thereāright there, you feel it. The cusp. Your fingers brush over it, clenching around nothing and squeezing your thighs tight around him. Every last drop of blood in your body reaches for it, singing and dancing through your veins and making you dizzy.Ā
And then he stops. Your mouth drops open, whiplashed and helpless to its slipping away from you. You whittle your gaze into something sharp and turn to him. āWhatāwhy?ā you complain. The tide slips further and further and further back, but you still taste sea salt on your tongue. Frustration sets in its place as you feel it go. Seriously, youād been right there. āYouāre so mean.āĀ
He slows and then with the clicking of the turn signal, heās off the road and pulling the truck into park on a little secluded side road. Where the headlights pierce the pitch black, nothing but gravel and field surrounds you. He doesnāt kill the engine, instead pulling his hand free from you.Ā
Your heart, still stuttering with your lost orgasm, kicks back to life as he smears your slick over your mouth, dragging it over your lips and then taking his thumb to run it right over the plush of your mouth. āAm I?ā he says, fingers taking your chin to meet your eyes with his. Endless hunger, pupils so blown that his eyes look black, pins you. āI donāt think youāve seen mean yet, baby.āĀ
Darting your tongue out to clean your lips, you look at him through your eyelashes. āShow it to me, then.āĀ
Something dark passes over his face. It has your skeleton jumping out of your body. Then, he says, āIs that what you want? You want mean?āĀ
Brain gone to mush that can only really think about him touching you, a slow nod is all you can manage.Ā
The engineās hum prevails for some long, thick seconds. And then, he tilts his head in a gesture. āGet in the back.āĀ
Holy shit. You want to sit there frozen in an overwhelming sort of excitement, but his seatbelt clicks undone and youāre set into motion. In a flurry of giggles and clumsy limbs, you climb up over the center console and into the backseat. He slips out of the front seat, not bothering to even kill the engine.Ā
The door beside you opens in a swirl of cold wind. In nothing more than a blink, a strong hand has both your wrists pinned to the cushions and your back flush against it. Nose-to-nose, his breath hot over your face. āIāve got plenty of ideas as to how I can warm you up.āĀ
You appreciate each otherās faces for a beat more, you looking up at him big-eyed and waiting. Kai breaks the moment to attack your neck in a processionĀ of bites and kisses. Your mouth falls into a silent sound.Ā
āYou know,ā he says, free hand working your pants off. His eyes are trained on you, though. āI thought about doing this to you all summer. Touching you again.ā He moves on to your top, pushing the fabric up until your chest is freed, clad in soft cotton. He eats the sight up. You want to reach down and cup the back of his head or feel his hair between your fingers as he presses his mouth against the soft beginning of your cleavage, but heās got your wrists firmly planted. So much so, that you wonder exactly how heās got you so secure with just one hand. Kai is strong, but maybe you hadnāt seen just how strong. Your skin aches under the purple bites he decorates you in. The sight of himāface in your chest and marking you up so lazilyāhas your teeth abusing your bottom lip. Whatever sounds you might make otherwise would be embarrassing. Kai lifts his eyes to you. āAnd I think you thought of me, too. Didnāt you?āĀ
āOh, god, yes,ā you say, writhing beneath him. Heās going so slow. You want him all over you. āSo much.āĀ
He likes that. He takes your pebbled nipple into his mouth through the fabric. Soft grazes of teeth and sucks, youāre burning all over. When he pulls back, heās left you dark wet patches when the bra had only just dried against your body heat. āGood,ā he rasps, taking his big hands demanding and hungry over your torso. They swallow your frame up, soothing skin but lighting it aflame all the same. āGood girl.āĀ
You never thought just words could unravel you, but those did the job. Not a gasp, nor a sucking in of breathāno, you go silent and brainless, fumbling for rational thought.Ā
The dropping of your jaw has Kai delighted. āYouāre so pretty,ā he says. In a swift and powerful hoist, heās tugging you down the cushions toward him with greedy fingers. Heās got your thighs pressed up to your chest. Youāre bent right in half.Ā
Out of breath, you huff out, āYou too.āĀ
A quick laugh falls from his mouth, lips pulled into a smug tilt. He nips at your calf up by his face. āSo sweet, it almost makes me feel bad for what Iām about to do to you.ā Reaching down for your panties, he pulls back on the suffocating press for only enough time to drag them up your legs. Those get discarded somewhere on the floor. Who cares about that right now, though? All you can register is the metallic clinking of his belt being undone. Itās got your nervous system twisting up.Ā
And, those words. Electricity shoots bolts of pure, sizzling revery into your core. What Iām about to do to you. You imagine a great deal of things that he might mean, but still, you think that none could hold a candle against the promise his voice held in saying it.Ā
Kai presses his body to your thighs and hooks your calves over his shoulders, and it all becomes real. The press of his heavy cock to your folds, the digging of his fingers into your outer thighs, his pretty eyes sparkling with something feral. As real as it getsāmore real than anything youāve ever felt in the entirety of your life. Your hands find perch flattened to his broad chest.Ā
The position leaving you two no option but to look right into each other, he holds your gaze and begins slow drags of his hot length up and down your slit. Tantalizing, awful, awful drags. When his tip nudges your eager clit, you jolt. And then he does it again. And again.Ā
āKai,ā you mewl. A press against your hole has you hopeful, and he lingers there for a moment, but doesnāt give it to you. Canāt he just fuck you? Youāve never been more pitifully in need of something in your life.Ā
āShh.ā His ruts get more daring, smearing your slick up onto your belly. āTake it.āĀ
You wiggle your toes in the air and make passes at arching yourself into him in search of better friction. Heās got you pressed so suffocatingly into the seat that it does absolutely nothing for you. In fact, he holds your harder and changes tack so that your thighs press together. At the very apex of them, his weeping cock slips through the seam.Ā
Pressing his cheek into your calf, he watches you. Every gasp and shaky inhale, he watches. It spurs his rutting on, sticky sounds and pants eating up the air. Your nails claw at his hands as, finally, a knot tightens in your core.Ā
āYes, please,ā you breathe. He fucks your thighs harder. Faster. Every nudge at your clit and hole becomes euphoric. āKai, babyāIām gonnaāāĀ
Just as furiously easy as last time, he rips it all away from you. The rushing away of the buzzing and promise of shaking thighsāhe takes it from you again. It brings prickling tears to your eyes. āKai?ā you hiss. āAgain?āĀ
His eyes arenāt playful. He pulls your calves back over his shoulders, handling your hips into a better position to press his cock right at your entrance as if you weigh nothing. Face utterly straight, he says, āI donāt think you deserve it, do you? Not after what you did with Yeonjun.āĀ
A swallow goes down your throat hard. He presses himself just a bit harder into you. Not in yet, but right there.Ā
When he does begin sliding in, the stretch of it... You cling to him and squirm between him and the warm cushions behind you. Each inch is a heady feeling, all the way up to the hilt of him. He shudders a controlled breath. āYouāre so fucking tight, though,ā he grits out. āDid he not fuck you right?āĀ
Slaps of skin bounce off the car interior and between your bodies. He starts off at a brutal pace; you know itās meant to make your brain go foggy. Squeezing your eyes closed, you manage, āI... didnāt fuck him.ā It comes out strangled, voice bouncing as he fucks you into the car seat.Ā
Thumb tugging your bottom lip down and then dipping into your mouth, he watches the show of your ecstasy down to every last detail. āYeah?ā he says, voice shaking and almost desperate. āAlways thinking of me, huh? Such a good little princess. You know exactly where your heart belongs.ā Ā
You want to answer him, even just with a whine or moan. You try to. But with his thumb pressing down on your tongue, enough to pin it to the floor of your mouth, itās not gonna happen. He tastes salty in your mouth.Ā
His truck consists of his grunts and whines, and your taut groans for some moments that seem to stretch forever. The planes of his groin grind against your clit when he delivers occasional pointed rolls, but mostly itās just an animalistic, feverish dancing of your two sweaty bodies, holds growing more frantic the closer you get. Ā
Thumb wet with saliva; he frees your mouth. The hand trails slowly down your face and your chin, brushing feather touches, until he finds your neck.Ā
Your eyes fly open, wide. He pressed his fingers into your neckāno real pressure yet, he looks at you through damp strands of dangling hair and says, āWant my fingers around your neck?ā His thumb brushes over the buzzing pulse point there.Ā
āYes,ā you grit out, body bouncing and back raw with friction against the coarse cushionās surface. Your breath stutters, your mind stutters. Even your blinks stutter, eyelids too lazy to keep up. āPlease.āĀ
The pressure of his fingers thereāit frightens you and has you tightening around him at the same time. But you would trust nobody more with your life than Kai.Ā
He presses his cheek to your calf to indulge in the sight of you like this: underneath him, folded in two, nowhere to go but to take his pistoning hips, cheeks blazing, and his fingers pressed into your windpipe. If the way he becomes sloppier and more desperate in his tempo has anything to say for it, it does something for him.Ā
āGonna be my pretty little girlfriend, huh?ā he says. His voice is tightāso is your belly. Youāre both so close. Hopefully, this time heāll let you cum. āTake you to every show; show you off to everybody. Fuck.āĀ
Brain like static and swimming with a pinched flow of oxygen, you slur your words. āYouāreāhahāgonna have other girls all over you.āĀ
The taunting, split-second raise of his brows flips your belly. You tighten him again. If he keeps hitting that spot, tip ramming into the soft spot deep inside you that heād taken such delicate care of finding last time, youāre going to burst into sparkling flame and firework. He growls, āWell, Iāll just have to knock you up so that they know Iām yours, huh?āĀ
Holy shit. You like the sound of that. Your nails dig into his wrist around your neck, but you cry out a pitchy, āYes!āĀ
āOh, you like that?ā Kai releases your throat to take both your hips. You gulp for air, finding nothing but the thick air of sex and humid breaths, at the opportunity. Heās ramming into you like heās found a purpose. āIsnāt this the perfect position to do it? Get you pregnant?āĀ
With every last bit of brain power youāve got, teetering on the edge excruciatingly close to salvation, you groan a long, hoarse sound. āFuck, yes! Please, Kai, insideāā A hot trail of tears roll down your temples.Ā
Itās all heās got to hear to still inside you. His growl rumbles deep in his chest, holding you in place and filling you with his hot cum deep in your cunt. That feeling, coupled with his short grinds against your clit as he fucks his seed deeper, takes your soul by sinful claws and crumbles it down into nothing. You burst into aĀ shaking, whimpering peak, sucking your lips into your mouth to bare through the sheer twisting of your insides and the flame that consumes up your thighs and cunt.Ā
He falls on you heavy, face in your neck. Warm kisses against your clammy skin meld with your slow floating down, the two of you a beautiful, nasty picture of fucked out. He stays right inside youāthe absolute stillness of him, you think he has no plans of pulling out any time soon. His long fingers card through your sweaty locks of hair.Ā
Finally, he presses himself off you. You get a glimpse of the window behind himāfogged up and filthy with your affairs. Anybody to see the truck from the outside would know exactly what went on inside, but right now, you donāt care. Not one bit. Your panted breaths drag in nothing but musk and thick, hot air. The drumbeat in your chest tells you that, despite how you feel ripped straight from your body, you are very much still alive. More alive than ever.Ā
āWarm?ā he says, pushing sticky hair off his forehead. Heās a mess, too. His hair is ruffled with your touch, his clothes rumpled the same, beads of sweat rolling down the planes of his cheeks and neck, and his eyes a lazy smolder. As much as he looks like sex personified, a soft smile twitches at his lips.Ā
You snort. You canāt help but feel giddy, here with him. Youāre with him. Nothing has ever felt more right. Unplugged when he pulls out of you, your mess trickles down onto the seat below you. āYeah,ā you say. āVery.āĀ
Warm is not enough to begin to describe how you feel. In your ears, you hear whisperings. Soft and gentle. Perhaps it was divine intervention, or the fates lending you their word, or maybe just rational thought. It says:Ā
Home. You are home.Ā
āą ashlynn's note how do we feel about this pair? i really didn't mean for this to get so long, but i ended up RLLY liking their chemistry. i had to do their story justice. also, i finished this with kai as a guitarist and then his drummer performance came out... hmm.
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*ahem*
I think Suguru is the type of the man who shows all his nonchalant side, and there's that face that is always kind and sweet to all his beloved ones. But when it comes to you, damn. He doesnāt know what to do, if he should smile with all of his teeth, or control himself to not be a weirdo. So he made a special smile for you, one that makes his feelings more or less obvious - and it all goes smoothly, because you are oblivious.
But then, Satoru notices that Suguru shows a different kind of affection towards you, and starts to tease him about it. The white haired man says that Geto should ask you out, before he does it. (damn, the boy is a flirty flirty man. š« )
The next ones to notice are Shoko and Nanami, but they only watch from afar. Haibara is oblivious like you, so you both donāt know about what the hell is going on.
Through the week, the black male is thinking about what kind of date would he ask you to. He already knows your favorite flowers and your favorite food, he is very attentive with your tastes. He thought about picnics, themed parks, cinema, arcade. But he needed something special to make you know how much he cares for you. So, after thinking, thinking and more thinking... He finally knew it.
So then, one day, you are sitting in a bench, reading a book you recently achieved, and you look to the side, seeing that Suguru sits next to you, giving you that smile. The smile that you always loved to see, and wished that he only smiled like that for you. (Little did you know...)
He asked about your day, and you both start to chat about the things you both love. Exchanging smiles, laughs, and... looks. The smitten ones. Geto breathes in, and exhales heavily, trying to gain courage. You look at him, concerned, and ask if everything is okay. He looks at you, and take a small box off his pocket, giving it to you.
You open it, and it's a charm with your favorite flower painted in a small frame. You look at it, and see that it seems handmade, so you ask him, and he anwers:
"I wanted to give you something I made with my own hands, so I could put a piece of my love in it."
Looking at him, with your face all flustered, you ask again.
"A piece?"
And he answers.
"The other part I can give you if you go out with me, and allow me to try to make your days a little bit happier."
~ ā”
(I swear I tried, but I'm sleepy š)
#i love suguboo#jjk#geto x reader#anime#jjk men#jjk x reader#jjk x you#geto suguru x you#i will cry in the shadow of the night š«
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Pepi's birthday fic!šŖš©š Pookie's 22 nowš„¹ still such a babyš
Also, I inspired in my fic about Gavi loving neck kisses, I keep seeing how Pedri gives forehead kisses to his teammates, I can imagine him doing that to his gfš so here it is!
One more thing, referring to the picture below what is it need to do for Pedri to look at me like that? ššš
Forehead Kisses -PG8
Summary: He loves forehead kisses and so do you.
Since the very beggining of your relationship with Pedri, you quickly learned all his habits, manias, facts, likes, dislikes; for example when he scrunches his face in concentration and pulls out the tip of his tongue, when he's nervous he taps his fingers against his thigh, he secretly loves rom-com movies, he's reserved with his things, his people, including you and his life. You knew how to read every single bit of him.
In your relationship, he's the most perfect partner, barely forgets dates, always texts or calls you, he is interested in your things, he cares for you and for your family, he gets along with your friends, he loves communicating with you. He's just him.
When it's only the two of you or with his/your family around, nothing can stop him from being all over you, they know how he is and they know how in love with you he is. On the other hand, he's very reserved while being in public, going as far as a hand hold, a hand on the back of your seat, a hand on your thigh or a small kiss on your forehead. That could never be missed.
You've never told Pedri before but you knew he loved giving forehead kisses, not just to you but also to his teammates, his friends and family.
And you loved them as well, that much you sometimes started looking for them, pushing your forehead into him so he could lean down and press his lips in your temple. It never failed to make you feel loved and protected by him.
So one morning, you were chopping the vegetables as Rosy was doing the eggs when you hear a small "Buenos dĆas" (Good morning) and soon Pedri came into the kitchen with his face a bit swollen and a sleepy face.
"Buenos dĆas" He got his reply from you all as he went one by one hugging his brother, Fer first; then his dad, then his mom and then he walked over to you.
"Buenos dĆas, amor" (Good morning, love) You say briefly looking up at him before grabbing an onion and start cutting it.
"Buen dĆa, preciosa" (Morning, gorgeous) He mumbles, one of his arms wrapped around you as he hugs your side with his lips against your temple and staying there.
"Still feeling sleepy?" He nods humming and inhaling your shampoo scent "Why don't you go upstairs then, vida? I can go to you once breakfast it's ready" He shook his head
"You know I can't sleep without you in my arms" You smile softly before lifting your head, making him open his eyes and look down at you
"It'll be only for a few minutes" You whisper so it's just the two of you when he shakes his head -no- leaning once again to give your forehead a kiss and then he went a bit further down to your lips and kissed you softly. "Amor, go"
"You can go with him, Y/N/N" Fer says coming up to you "I can handle this"
"No, don't worry. I'm almost done"
"Go, hija" Rosy spoke up "You must be tired as well, you just came from a flight a few hours ago"
"I'm good, I promise. Let me just finish this"
"Hijo" (Son) Fernando said looking at Pedri, who just chuckled and grabbed you by the back of your thighs
You dropped the knife and the onion in the counter, letting a small yell out "Ā”Ahh Pedri! Fernando, Rosy; I want to help!"
"You already helped us, bonita" (Pretty) Fernando said
"But I love doing that type of salad, please!"
"I'll do it" Fer smiled
"Make sure to add mustard and a bit of sugar, please!" You raise your voice as Pedri pulled the two of you out of the kitchen "You're mean"
"I just want my girlfriend, too much to ask?"
"No" You kissed his cheek "You were going to have me after helping your parents, now they'll think bad of me"
"Preciosa, we've been together for almost three years now, they absolutely love you, they could never think bad of you" Pedri opened the door to his room, letting you in and closing the door on him "You're their daughter, now" He said now on the bed, covering the both of you with the blankets.
"Is my food that bad?" You ask
"Nena" (Baby) "Stop that. They absolutely love and adore you and your skills" He said dropping a kiss to your temple.
You smiled "Wanna know something?" You whisper
"What's up?"
"I really love you giving me forehead Kisses. They're my favorite" You say feeling your cheeks grow red
"Are they?" You nod embarrassed hiding your face into his neck. You feel and hear Pedri's giggle "Don't be embarrassed"
"Don't laugh at me!"
"I'm not! I just think you're way too cute" He kissed your temple one more time
"Pedriiii" You whine
"Wanna know something too?" He pulls his face away, so you're looking straight into his big brown eyes
"What?"
"I love giving you forehead kisses" He smiles "They're my favorite type of kiss too" You smile at him, both of you lean in and soon your lips meet in a slow, loving kiss. "I love you"
"I love you too, Pepi"
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another watercolor painting!! im going through my pokemon sun playthrough as ricky, and this outfit is what i dressed her up in ^_^ i tried to match her band au fashion as much as possible š«”
iāve got game screenshots and long ass ramble under the cut š
realizing tumblr can let me ramble continuously as much as i want so i could talk about my thoughts and my previous pokemon runs too woaw...maybe iāll post pics of those playthroughs one day, but probably on my main blog instead š¤
here's ricky's current team where iām at and what she looks like in game!! i was sooo peeved that twin tails are locked in post game, even if they donāt even look like rickyās hairstyle at all, i just think she needs some kind of ponytailā¦i used to have her with straight bangs to imitate her three bangs style, but it kinda looked ugly afā¦ :V
iām just before vast poni canyon so gummy will soon be the rail gun beetle that ricky deserves ^_^ i decided on a sweets/dessert nickname theme, tho i did consider a norse mythology theme, but i thought sheād be more cutesy in a pokĆ©mon au/world where she is not in life threatening stakes.
i want to write out my reasonings for each pokĆ©mon pick too, this team isnāt exactly what i had in mind since itās limited to the sun pokĆ©dex, but iām pretty fond of them!! mostly, i thought she could have a non-dex rotom (but since itās like this, her rotom dex is definitely named mike), and i also thought sheād have a porygon - but u can only get it post-game and iād have to deal with trade evolutions o<-<
i also chose pokĆ©mon sun as rickyās game since i headcanon her to be wasian HAHA specifically japanese and american/german - since hawaii is known for its japanese immigrant population (which is also reflected in the game itself), i liked the idea of her having an actual game background of immigrating from kanto
1. alolan raichu - pikachu is the iconic mascot, just like ricky XD alolan raichu shares her love of sweets, and i think lets her identify with being alolan too
2. vikavolt - heās a rail gun!! ricky should always have fun with guns. i think ricky has an affinity with machines, and vikavolt has gundam aesthetics hehe. his pre evolutions are cute too, which i think ricky would like. notably heās another electric type, a remnant from when i used to have ricky as an electric type specific trainer, before i decided to diversify types for eo teams. rotom also wouldāve been another electric typeā¦š
3. metagross - another association with machinesāit reminds me of gladsheim as well. i like the juxtaposition of this hulking creature made of metal next to ricky too. showing off her cute and cool sides...
its name is ike as a companion to mike, making them fit into the sweets theme LOL
4. wigglytuff - i headcanon that ricky enjoys singing (and is the lead singer in band au) so i wanted a music related pokƩmon. maybe in universe, she would stay as a jigglypuff?
5. toucannon - also because of gun. i actually hunted a shiny version, bc it looks like the bi pride flag aghdjshfd. i think ricky can be prone to have a temper, matching toucannon's angry look
6. alolan ninetales - ok so i was conflicted bc i wanted an ice type, as a reference to rickyās cryo sleep lol, and i was also considering vanillite bc ice creamā¦ but its moveset sucks ass!!! sorry!!!! i do like ninetales as an additional reference to her heritage thoughā¦i have vanillite in rosaās hypothetical team too so it wasnāt really meant for ricky in the first place :P
honorable mentions:
i chose litten as her starter since i think sheās a cat person, and also someone who likes buff peopleā¦ā¦ā¦.
vanillite like i mentionedāharder to catch than i thought cause it needs to be snowing for this guy to show up as an sos helper >:0
alolan exeggutor - long long yggdrasil
this turned out a lot longer than i thought im not used to writing down so much even in tweet threads but it was fun to spill out some of the very specific things i think about in my day to day lol...if you somehow read all of this, thank you for your time wakjhsdg šš»āāļø
#etrian odyssey#eou#frederica irving#pokemon#raughh lots of things i can improve on but its been fun...must simply practice traditional media more š¤
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hi! Iām the anon who sent the naruto headcanons and I wanted to say that I loved them! I was wondering if you could please do more of them, always with team 7 and how the act at the beginning of a relationship/how they keep courting the male/gn reader, maybe how they act when theyāre feeling jealous. Thank you again!
Relationship + Jealousy Headcanons
Pairing: Characters x Gn!Ninja!Reader (teammate)
Character(s): Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha
A/n : Iām glad you loved the first ones and I hope you enjoy these too :]
Naruto Uzumaki
Once you start dating heās in between these two categories: clingy and shy
One second heād be the hyperactive person we all know (and love) him to be
Going on about Hokage stuff, ramen or honestly anything that comes up in that empty brain of his
Then heād suddenly become like weirdly self aware, stiff up, turn to you, and continue but with a blush and be more quiet about his interests than before
You could assume itās him being insecure but he really just gets bashful sometimes
I mean cmon
Heās probs had a crush on you for years and when you get together- youāre like the only person who would even consider him as a potential partner (in his mind)
Especially with how people treated him
Gradually he does get comfortable again, I mean at one point you guys were friends and he was really open about everything
Well eventually it gets to that point again
Just that this time whenever heās being bold, he turns to you all bashful and turns back away and continues rambling
Heās really stupid but in an endearing way
Naruto is obviously pretty strong, head on and stubborn- we all know that
So imagine some idiot bumping into you and spilling all your stuff
Well Naruto aināt letting it slide and confronts the person
Whatever stage of life you guys are at, this will go sorta different
Yet weirdly the same-
If you guys are younger, like when team 7 is still the og team 7
Then heād be stubborn and be really confrontational- going as far as insulting the person and ordering them to help pick your stuff up (whether they do it or not- I canāt say)
If youāre older/mid teens then heās the same honestly š
No matter what heād still have this ādumbā air around him and donāt think Iām saying it as a bad thing
Because it really is endearing
Heāll always have your back
This was all to say that heās pretty protective of you
Not when it comes to fighting all that much cuz you probably have it covered (though heād still be there)
But mostly just when someone disrespects you
Also heās so sweet
Heāll try to bring you traditional gifts like chocolates or substitute that with something else you like
Heāll always present it to you bashfully and hope that youāll accept
Despite the fact that youāre literally with him?? Hello?
Also please just indulge him when going to Ichiraku ramen for dates or lunch
Most times he does try to make it up to you if you donāt like those types of dates
Also when it comes to affection, it does take a while for him to fully accept it
Heād definitely be surprised by it and fluster a bit
Eventually he does like physical affection- quite a lot actually
Heāll specifically scout you out for a hug or even to ruffle his hair
Just do it, we all know how touch starved he is
Jealousy wise Iād imagine two different scenarios too
The first is that itās super obvious that heās jealous š
Itās all over his face and heās being mean (?) to the person thatās all over you (or not, maybe just someone attractive thatās around you a lil too much)
Heād be pouting too
During this time Sakura or any onlookers at all really, would tell him to cut it out cuz of his more than obvious attitude (second hand embarrassment 4 them)
Heād be sort of immature too
Mocking the person and wondering if theyāre really better than him
This is all obvious to you so youād probably be the first to bring it up
Not that Naruto is bad at communication just that he didnāt think of it
The other way he acts is not jealous- thatās only because heās oblivious to the other persons advances on you
So heād be all chill w this person and nice and stuff
And this person is just confused on why blud is okay with it š
Sakura Haruno
Sheās literally the best person to date ever
Sheās also really shy when you start dating
Not like sheās afraid to be affectionate because she really does want to be, but sometimes she gets a bit bashful at the idea
When she decides to be bold and hold your hand or even goes for a hug -
If you even slightly tease her sheāll definitely give you a serving of her iconic punch- straight to the face too š
Scratch that, sheāll throw an uppercut
Despite this comedic scene, once you hug her back sheāll feel touched and it just becomes a sweet moment for the two of you
Most moments with her tend to follow the same pattern as above
Gift wise sheāll definitely be the type of person to make you sweet home made stuff or even goes as far as buying treats or stuff she knows youāll enjoy
Shed be flustered when she gives it to you and maybe a bit tsundere if Naruto or Ino is there to tease her for it
Sheād likely give it to you later in the evening when she knows youāre not too busy
Despite the fact that youāre lit together
And thatās when she gives it to you
The only way to react is being overjoyed at the gift and hugging her or giving her some affection, I donāt make the rules
And if you decide for this to be your first kiss? Inner sakura would definitely be there totally pumped up while irl sheās acting all like a āshyā girl š
After having been walked home by you and closed the front door, she would definitely celebrate the new achievement
Now when it comes to what Sakura expects of you, just be the bare minimum
I swear I canāt emphasize this enough, just be a decent person
Even though we all know she deserves more
Make sure to gift her stuff in return too, not just lousy stuff but something you know sheāll cherish
Doesnāt even have to be expensive just something you know sheāll like, even then it wouldnāt hurt for it to have been costly
Sheās always thinking of you too
Youāre on her mind literally every waking hour
She walks home after a busy day and walks by a stall/store window and sees something you might like? She figures it wouldnāt hurt to buy it
Sheās deciding what to eat? Sheāll go out of her way to get something you can both share/ something of bigger portion just to have an excuse to sit with you
Not even something she has to do since her presence alone is a gift
Sheās so beautiful too
And when you tell her, either by just slipping up because you were too entranced by her- sheāll be super flustered and try to play it off as a joke or you being āweirdā
Sheāll definitely go to sleep thinking about it though
Twirling her hair and kicking her feet and all
Eventually dates are in order
I wonāt lie, Sakura would definitely want you to take her out first
Sheās not even opposed to taking you out for a meal and paying either
She just prefers for you to first
Whether itās for reassurance or preference- well itās really unclear
Anyways, you end up taking her to a nice restaurant with plenty of choices
She doesnāt mind if itās a small or quiet one either
Just as long as itās with you
I do think Sakura would be the jealous type, try to hide it, but then fail miserably
Let me explain
Letās say a person comes up to you- or even someone youāre assigned to protect is being awfully flirty
Well sheāll be as calm as she can be but itās so obvious with her harsh actions that sheās fuming
Inner Sakura definitely shows that too
She doesnāt blame it on you or anything so thatās good but sheād still be pissed
Itās super funny too because Naruto would be terrified of interacting with her because then sheāll just take it out on him
And Sai? Yea he doesnāt gaf, heāll still approach her
Even if it ends in him be wrangled and Naruto joining in
Naruto just because he was nearby*
This behavior doesnāt stop until the person leaves
Afterwards Sakura just doesnāt like the person at all š
Sasuke Uchiha
Og nonchalant
Or not???
Really depends with him because he sort of has mood swings
On one hand heās really focused on his goal of restoring his clan and yknow the whole Itachi bit
(Not really a mood swing)
But he canāt deny that youāve captured his heart
Plus, with him and his behavior- youāre likely super stubborn or hella in love
Probably both
I mean youāre already dating at this point but nothing really changes much
Heās pretty straightforward but with information thatās private- he keeps it that way
Itās pretty sad (?) in a way
At first it could definitely come off as him not liking you point blank
But when you really think about it you know that canāt be the case
Youāre like the only person heās ever even slightly been nice to
Honestly Iād believe it if youāre the only one amongst the Konoha residents that has seen sasuke laugh or smile
Up to a certain point)
He may be cold and distant but he doesnāt mean to be
He realizes that too the more you go into your relationship
So he tries not to be so emotionally constipated and tries to show you in subtle ways that, yes, he actually does care
Quite a lot honestly
Not really subtle though because itās a stark difference between how he normally acts
By the time sasuke has the courage to hold your hand- itās by the time where couples would normally have been doing much more
Honestly really depends when you date him too
Because if your relationship starts at teams 7 era
No it didnāt, heās too clouded by getting revenge to actually act on it
Maybe, just maybe during shippuden
Even then heās extremely difficult and hard to be around sometimes
And if youāre together, his behavior could definitely be a dealbreaker and cause some fights in your relationship
Patience is definitely required if you wanna go down the sasuke route š®āšØ
I know I said previously that sasuke is really distant for a good while even with you
but eventually, gradually, he does open up more
Like about his past, his motivations, private and more vulnerable stuff like that
Now without the angsty-ish hcs, interacting with sasuke affectionately also has varied reactions
More often than not heāll be, what can best be described as, tsundere
You could try and hug him while heās overthinking but heāll just shrink away
- a reaction that shows you he doesnāt feel like being touched
Obviously itās a boundary thatās respected by you but it could also cause you to feel upset too
Then, after he shrinks away you look up to him
more specifically his face
Immediately you can see blush dusted on his cheeks
He gets easily flustered by interactions like this, I mean I canāt even imagine how touch starved he is
Now comes the rare occasion where heās fine with it
Even leans into your touch
Itās pretty rare but sometimes heās just exhausted and craves your touch
What can I say
Jealousy wise heās terrible
Heās extremely jealous but tries to act like he isnāt bothered by whatās happening at all
Might even distance himself even more from you if he feels jealous
Could even spiral to him overthinking and feeling like his attachment to you is a weakness
Which quickly disappears because then he goes over to you and yanks you away from the person in question
Also did I forget to mention? DONT TEASE HIM
I can emphasize this enough
Hugging him for the first time in a while and he accepts? Donāt say anything
Same with this
I know people usually like to tease their partners with āawww youāre jealous?ā But thatās just antagonizing him
Causes him to trust you less too so a definite ānotā
Also extremely possessive over you
Like heās usually hostile to others for no reason but if youāre being targeted then heās definitely pissed off
Especially if someone thinks they can even try to make moves on you
Definitely takes a lot of patience but just dont pity him I guess (?) š
If youāre caring or try to be sympathetic with him heāll mistake it for pity so yea
He gets more comfortable as the relationship becomes more serious
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A/n: actually did get carried away this time š
#fanfic#gn reader#male reader#fluff#fanfic fluff#female reader#fluff headcanons#naruto x you#naruto x reader#naruto headcanons#sasuke naruto#naruto fanfiction#naruto series#naruto#sasuke x reader#sasuke uchiha#sasuke fanfic#sakura x you#sakura x reader#sakura#sakura haruno
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Hello! I have a juicy one shot request for you today, full of angst!
It's angel dust x male reader and goes as follows:
Reader and angel were both part of the mafia and secretly became a couple for quite some time but reader died in a shootout a couple of years before angel's death and both angel and reader assume that the other got sent to heaven. Many years pass and by pure chance they meet at a bar but after so many decades in hell they don't really recognize eachother (that and the fact that angel is a spider demon dude helps with him not being very similar to his living self), later that night reader is in bed and he realizes "HOLY SHIT WAS THAT ANTHONY" and immediately runs to the hotel to find angel who also just realized that he met reader just a few hours later. They reunite and cry tears of joy after too many years spent alone in hell
Hope this wasn't too long of a request lol, let me know if i broke any of your rules so that next time i'll be more careful, with that said have a nice day!
Cautions - Drug use, shooting, death, cursing, sad angel š, mention of angel oding from drugs, MALE READER - fem DNI this is for the gay guys, crying, both sad and happy, reader being a bartender down in hell, Valentino, SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 6, Angel arguing with Valentino
Type - oneshot
Genre - angst to fluff <33
Comments - Nahh, you're good man. No rules broken yet š¤§ BUT OMG I LOVE THIS it's so cute but it's gonna make me wanna cry š (testing out banners, thoughts? Made by me btw in PicsArt) and omg I'm so sorry for being dead š AND, I'm basing this partially on episode 6 where Charlie goes to Heaven. I low-key hate the ending, it feels rushed but I'll probably end up rewriting it later (I'm gonna start adding word counts ISTG)
Till death do us part
Your whole body felt so hot, your heart thumping so loudly in your chest it almost gave you away. You can barely breath, not wanting to give not only your position away, but Anthony's.
It all went wrong.
The information given to both of you was fake, you were set up. They were gonna kill you and him if you were caught. You only had 3 bullets left in your gun, and there were about 5 guys looking for you and Anthony. Shit...
The two of you were hiding behind large crates, trying to come up with a plan and quick. There was an exit to your right, but it would force you to pass by an open area where the guys hunting you down would see you. Trying to make a run for it wouldn't go well, they would just shoot you down. Trying to lay low would just lead to the inevitable, them catching and beating the both of you half to death. But maybe..
"Damnit!" Anthony softly muttered, breaking your line of thought. "What're we gonna do?" All you could do was look at him, with the softest look in your eyes as you told him the only plan you could think of, "We need a distraction."
He was.. confused for a moment, but he quickly caught on as he saw you prepping yourself to run out the opposite way the exit was, but he stopped you by grabbing your shoulder. "I- no! I'm not about to let you get yourself killed just to save my ass!" The trembling hand on your shoulder was an easy sign that he didn't want to leave you here by yourself.
"Anthony, we don't have another choice.." You turned around and placed a hand on his cheek as you continued, "we're sittin' ducks here, and I refuse to let you get caught by these fuckers." There was a determined look in your eyes, but also a softness deep down that showed how much you cared for the mafia boss's son.
"Oh, and I'm just supposed to let you die?" Anthony was on the verge of tears, because he knew you were right, but he didn't want you to get caught by his family's rivals just to get beaten or worse.
"I can escape, you just have to believe in me. Can you do that for me, my angel?" You could feel tears prick your eyes as well, but you forced them back with a soft smile as you leaned your forehead against Anthony's, but all he could do was worry and think the worst. But he nodded, giving you one final passionate kiss before he let you go.
"Don't die on me, got that?" Anthony looked stern, but the tears in his eyes told a different story. As you nodded, you could hear the footsteps and jeers of your rivals get closer, this was your only chance to get Anthony, your angel, out of this mess.
You jumped out, letting your last bullets fly strategically as Anthony ran under the radar, through the door, and into the outside as quickly as he could. Every shot he heard made his heart sink, but he still held out hope. You promised him after all.
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Angel Dust sat straight up in his bed, panting softly as he woke up from that nightmare. The day he lost his everything.
He didn't notice until fat nuggets licked his face to try and comfort him, but tears were running down his cheeks from the painful memories. He remembered that day like it was just yesterday, even after so many years had passed.
Angel sat up, wiping away any left over tears to start getting ready for the day.
After he finished his morning routine, he slowly walked down the stairs to the main lobby of the Hazbin Hotel and was greeted by Charlie's smiling face and overly excited personality.
Her voice was too loud, considering he was still hungover from the night before, but had a new outlook on life and it was thanks to Husk. "Mornin' Char, we doin' anything today?" Angel yawned, stretching both pairs of arms and arching his back slightly.
"Yep! 'Cause I've got some big news for everyone! Speaking of which, could you sit in the main room until I get everyone? I still need to find Alastor and Husker before I announce it." She looked like she could barely contain her excitement as she ran off before Angel Dust could answer. But he shrugged, sitting down on the plush sofa and chose to scroll through voxtigram to pass the time.
About 10 minutes later, Charlie had arrived with Husker in tow, Alastor appearing from the shadows not too long after. "Alright everyone! Today, I would like to introduce you to.." Charlie paused, to build suspense, until she pulled out a strange looking man from somewhere. You. "Our newest patron!"
You waved, albeit awkwardly at the strange group of sinners. You weren't new to hell, far from it, but there were only a few you really recognized. Husker, your bartending buddy from a few years ago that you met at a bar you worked at. And Alastor, him being the radio demon and all.. But everyone else, as far as you knew, you had no history with.
Before you could try leaving the room to escape the awkwardness, Charlie nudged you slightly. "Go on, introduce yourself!" She was so sweet it was hard to say no, if we're also not counting that Vaggie was staring at you with a small glare.
"Uh, hi?" Is how you started, but continued even after you heard Alastor chuckle. And while Angel couldn't help but feel a little.. off when you said your name, it being very familiar, but he shrugged and put on his classic porn star persona as he introduced himself to you.
"Nice to meetcha~ I'm Angel Dust, but you can call me yours," he winked at you as others groaned but you couldn't help but feel as if he was familiar as well.. it was probably nothing though. You did have a dream about how you died last night, so it's just a weird coincidence.
As everyone else introduced themselves, they began to leave, but the ones that stayed were Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husk sort of as he went back to his bar, and Angel Dust following him. You stay in the main part of the lobby as you converse with Alastor and Charlie, them telling you a bit more about the hotel.
Over at the bar, Angel couldn't help but stare at you, barely even touching his drink. "Alright, why are you staring at the new guy?" As much as Husk prided himself on being able to read people, Angel was throwing him off with how quiet he was being, barely registering that Husk spoke to begin with.
"Huh? Oh, he just.. reminds me of someone." He barely looked at Husk when he answered, keeping his puzzled gaze on you. "From when you were alive?" Husk was curious, and he may or may not've noticed how you looked at Angel Dust when you were introduced to the staff and patrons.
Angel nodded, but let out a small sigh. "Meh, I'll think of who he reminds me of eventually." He chugged the last of his drink before standing up, presumably to go to his room. As he began walking, you couldn't help but watch him, wondering why his voice and demeanor was so familiar.
Alastor noticed, and him being him, decided to poke a little fun at you. "Oh my, are we falling for another patron my good fellow?" His static voice made you jump slightly, as he was just sitting quietly as Charlie rambled on before. But you were quick to shake your head, denying the radio demon's claim.
"No, no. He's just.. familiar is all. Probably just deja vu. Besides, my partner when I was alive might be in heaven, he's the only one for me." There was a small smile on your face as you thought of your sweet Anthony, completely unaware of what the future held.
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A few days had passed, and you and Angel Dust had become pretty good friends. While he would flirt with you on occasion, it was all in good fun.
Everyone in the hotel could see how close the two of you had gotten in the short time you've been here, it would've been impossible to notice! How you two just, clicked. No one could understand why, but you balanced each other nicely.
Angel was already falling into a routine with you, unconsciously of course, but there was always a lingering guilt in the back of his mind as he thought of his lover when he was alive. He was redeeming himself for him after all. No matter what he did over those days, he couldn't help but develop feelings for you.
You felt the same way as Angel, unknowingly. You loved Anthony with all your heart, and just knew he was up in heaven waiting for you. But Angel.. well, he was not only drop dead gorgeous, but he showed his real self with you. It was hard to not fall for Angel's charismatic nature, and it reminded you of Anthony's personality.. odd, but not uncommon. Sometimes people have the same humor, way of talking, and favorite drink as others that they never even knew. Right?
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It's been a week now, and you and the gang are at the club! Paid by Charlie while she was up in heaven of course.
The night was great! You all were enjoying yourselves with some shots, and watching poor Sir Pentious fail to woo Cherrie Bomb several times.
During the night, you and Angel being the most sober were trying to keep Nifty under wraps as she continuously causes chaos. First she starts raking some loan shark's shots into a garbage bag, then she finds the cleaning closet and tries to steal the chemicals hiding in there, then she's left with Husk who is forced to baby sit her.
And now, Angel and Cherri were getting into a small disagreement, along with Husker.
"Y'know, we can do this fucking shit every fuckin' night!" Cherri yelled over the music in the club. It's clear that Angel was done, Husker included and Niffty was drunk.
But even with Angel's sour expression, she continued. "You don't have to spend all of your off hours 'working on yourself' you little bitch."
Husky was quick to shut that down though. He knows the issue, and he expressed that. "The hotel isn't a problem in his life, it's-" he paused, not quite finding the word as Angel looked away, but quickly saw a man that he truly hated. Before Husk could say something, the spider sinner spoke with a grave tone. "Valentino." "Exactly!" Husker finally continued, unaware of who Angel saw, and only you put the pieces together, but didn't want to interrupt what was happening. Not until you needed to though.
"So why don't you-" Husk continued, trying to give Cherri a piece of his mind before Angel stopped him again. "No, Valentino," and he pointed to a large crowd, the moth overlord in the center of it with two others in his arms.
Angel was clearly disturbed, seeing his boss at the club when he's supposed to be relaxing. "Let's get the fuck out of here- come on." He began walking and you followed suit, wanting to make sure Angel wasn't alone. Husker and Cherri can handle themselves after all. But.. "Where's Niffty?"
The question startled Husker, who was holding the bug just moments ago, but you managed to catch a glimpse of her.. going towards Valentino, muttering the word 'bad boy' along the way. "Uhh, Angel?" You quickly pointed out where she went, and Angel's eyes widened even further.
Angel immediately went after her, pushing through the crowd as best as he could, you following right after him. You've heard a story or two from Angel himself about how awful the overlord was, and you refused to let him get his hands on the spider you've gotten so close to.
He was angry, not his usual charming self, pushing and cursing at people with a quieter voice trying to get to Niffty. When he did catch her, it stopped him right Infront of Valentino himself, the man not sparing a second to greet Angel Dust.
"Holy shit, Angel Dust? What are you doing here baby?~" he cooed, surprised to see his star at the club as well. "You didn't get enough dick today?" He made a suggestive gesture, clearly teasing Angel even though he knew how hard he worked him earlier.
"Funny." Angel said in a monotone voice, nowhere near amused with the joke or with Valentino. You could tell that he just wanted to take Niffty and get back to the hotel. But Valentino wasn't about to let that happen, not yet. "Who's this chiquita?" Gesturing at Niffty, who was clearly twitching at the thought of getting closer to the 'bad boy.'
"You bringing me fresh meat?" The implication was disgusting, and you almost spoke up when Niffty lunged a bit at Valentino, trying to bite him.
He made another joke, something about a kink, but Angel was clearly tired and just wanted to sleep. "Fuck off Val." He muttered turning to leave but Val was not happy. "Excuse me?"
You expected Angel to just walk, but he doubled down. Which was kind of hot. "I said fuck off!"
"I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain't fucking with any of my friends." He was stern, but setting a very clear boundary. It reminded you so much of.. wait, Anthony?
"You forget who you're talking to?" Valentino was fuming now, not used to Angel fighting back. He quickly stood up, using the smoke of his cigarette to make a chain on one of Angel Dust's wrist, pulling him close. "I own you bitch."
Angel looked scared again, and you stepped closer, ready to throw hands, and Valentino noticed but didn't back down. "Yeah, you do. In the studio, and you can do anything you want to me there, just like our deal says."
You were proud of him right now, but also sad. This is your Anthony. The man you were trying to get redeemed for. He was down here in hell, where he didn't belong. "But out here, I get to do what I want. So once again, fuck off." You saw Valentino raise his hand, going to slap him, and you moved quickly, but not quick enough. "Angel!" You called out, seeing Niffty fling out of his arms and Angel bleeding slightly from the harsh hit.
You wanted to rip Valentino limb from limb, but that wouldn't make it any better for Angel. He needed you, and you needed to make sure that he was okay.
Instead of pummeling Valentino, you went to Angel, pulling him into your arms as you checked his face, just like you did when you both were alive. "Enjoy the rest of your night, bitch, because I'm going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow." Both you and Angel glared at the moth demon, and you finally had it.
"You may own Angel now, but I swear that I'll make you pay in the future. Watch your back you bald headed fuck."
You gently lifted Angel up to his feet, holding him close as you hear Cherri mutter 'dickhead' behind you, also worried for Angel. "Fuck it, it was worth it." He muttered, leaning into you and wiping the blood from his face away. "You did good kid," Husk said, patting him on the shoulder as you went to Cherri's table. But not before Niffty ripped some of Valentino's neck fluff, making him scream girlishly.
Cherri split off from your group, with Sir Pentious finally returning, and you all went back to the hotel. It had been a long night after all, and you were all laughing along the way.
But when you finally reached the hotel, Husk Niffty and Sir Pentious went to turn in, Angel too but you stopped him. "Hey.. can we talk for a sec?"
Angel thought he had an idea of what you wanted to talk about, so he stayed. "I'm fine, really. You know I'm gonna bounce back, no matter what Val does to me." And while that has been in the back of your mind, you shook your head. "Thanks for the comfort, but that's not it. Angel.. what's your real name?"
If you were right, it would not only fill you with joy, but you'd be so upset. Anthony didn't deserve to be in hell, he was the sweetest person you knew, and was meant to be in heaven. But you held two of his hands nonetheless, giving him both a nervous but hopeful expression.
And Angel.. he was lost, he couldn't tell why you wanted to know his real name, but he also wanted to tell you. "It's.. That's uhm, kinda private babes, why do you wanna know?" He tried laughing it off, even thought about making a weird joke but he could tell that this wasn't the time. "I.. I think we knew each other when we were alive."
You gave his hands a gently squeeze, and unconsciously threaded your fingers with his. "Please.. I just need to know if you're really him." Even though you were desperate, you would never force Angel Dust to tell you. But it didn't hurt to try.
Angel was conflicted. Not just because you were familiar, but he didn't want to be heartbroken if he got his hopes up. He wanted you to be his lover from when he was alive, but he also didn't. You were supposed to be in heaven, and he's supposed to be trying to redeem himself to be with you again. You sacrificed yourself to save him after all, those bastards in heaven would be lucky to have you.
"Anthony." Angel was taking a leap of faith, watching you carefully.
Your eyes welled up with tears, and you took one of your hands to place it onto his fuzzy cheek, stroking it gently with your thumb. Then suddenly, you pulled the taller spider into an embrace, fully letting your tears flow down your cheeks.
No words needed to be spoken. All the two of you needed was to be in each other's arms, finally reunited after so many years of believing the other was in heaven. You both sobbed, holding the other tightly as if he'd disappear. And from this moment onwards, you swore silently to protect your angel from anything. No matter the cost.
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high Se users, here's a positivity post for you.
i love the way you just sense everything around you to the point you always notice smth no one else did.
i love how present in the moment you are.
i love your senses of aesthetic.
i love the way you can literally wear anything random and make it fashionable and so pretty to my eyes.
i love that you know how important it is to ignore the "meaning" behind things and just fucking live!!! just enjoy the moment!!!
i love how sincere you are, bc things don't always have some "meaning" behind it; it is just the way it is.
i love that you guys bring us back to reality.
i love how you guys are so able to feel and experience the physical world to the point i can't even understand what it feels like to you.
i love the way your Se interacts with Ti as much as i love the way it interacts with Fi.
high Se users, i love you so much. you're so important. every type is so important in this world and this definitely includes you guys.
if anyone ever calls you "superficial" pls call me bc i'm in a Te grip and i really want to spill the tea and punch someone in the face. š
#i will defend all types until i die#as i said bf in my view every cognitive function is SO SPECIAL in their own way#i hate how plagued this community is#the stereotypes ruined it to the core#all types are literally so important and necessary#meeting someone with your opposite type can be so amazing i love people of my opposite type as much as i love people of my type#every time i type someone i keep thinking about what makes their type so special in my view#idk it's so important to me to always notice how many infinite ways of individuality humans have#it's so amazing to see the strenghts of each type#it's so amazing to compare two types without making one seem better than the other but rather seeing how amazing both of them are#i love all the types so much šššš#i will def post one of these with other functions but right now i need to do my shit so... if anyone is reading this pls keep waiting#or not#do as you will#idc tbh
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#tw: blood#tw: decapitation#tw: body horror#tw: amputation#mushyrt#svsss#scum villian self saving system#scum villain#qijiu#bingqiu#I donāt know if this is enough trigger warnings š#o read something about Yue Qingyuan saying about heās a villain#and I could not agree more about it#heās not the type of the villain who is straight up heinous#I love Yue Qingyuan as a character and god his enablement of Shen Jiuās actions is so bad#He ignores all of his righteousness for Shen Jiu and carries so much guilt towards him#Qijiu is so tragic ššš
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Spoilers warning in CHP 6 of Foras
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I feel like a Shoujo girl all the sudden because I'm kicking my legs and screaming. SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT äø HE FALLS IN WITH US?! AAAAAAAäø
#ā§.*kiit speak:#whb#what in hell is bad#what in āhellā is bad?#what the hell is bad#what the āhellā is bad#I FEEL LIKE A SHOUJO GIRL WHEN I SAW THAT SCENE#I FEEL SO GIDDY HEHEHEHE#FORAS IS SO SWEET WHAT THE FUCK ššš#THE WAY THAT HE HUGS US AND DOESN'T WANT TO LET GO GOT ME SOBBING#IDK WHY I'M TYPING THIS IN ALL CAPS KEFKWRVK--#bro I love him so much bcs he is so sweet to mc šš
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Milena Student ID šš¦
I decided to finally issue a proper introduction to Milena Chase for you guys so she doesn't remain a face without a story any longer š¤
Thank you for the template @kiwiplaetzchen !! š«¶
Brace yourself for a big infodump - here is Milena's backstory etc etc š«
Family
Milena Jacqueline Chase was born in 1874 to a French muggle, Henri Marie Chase, and a Japanese witch, Miyuki Hoshino.
Milena is the oldest of seven siblings.
The Chase Familyā¢ is extremely rich, like, buttloads of money rich. Coming from a long line of vintners, they founded one of the leading brands of the best quality wines in Europe, as well as owned a luxury hotel in central Paris.
Milena's grandparents on her mother's side lived in Feldcroft, and still do. They often watched over the Sallow twins after their parents death when Solomon was busy. (Milena does not know her grandparents. š)
Miyuki - Milena's mother - was a Slytherin in Hogwarts, and was friends with Solomon Sallow.
Life Before Hogwarts
Growing up, Milena and her siblings resided in their family's hotel in Paris, France. Since their parents were too busy with business and galas, they were raised by the housekeepers and servants that worked at the hotel.
Milena was homeschooled, undergoing typical muggle education with many tutors over the years. She gained a passion for learning early on, intensively studying practically anything that piqued her interest! (my little Matilda LOL)
Milena did NOT go to Beauxbatons, yet showed signs of magic very early on. The only reason she was aware of magic and wizardkind because of her mother's house elf, Teeley. (we love Teeley š«¶)
She had so much free time on her hands that she'd mastered and studied so many different things, making her a true jack of all trades! Some of these things include - Chess, fencing, horseback riding, painting, embroidery, baking, PLUS she's fluent in German and Russian (in addition to English and French).
Relationships
I'm planning on going more in depth with Milena's relationships in a series of separate posts so I'm just going to list her closest friends š
Sebastian Sallow
Anne Sallow
Ominis Gaunt
Imelda Reyes
Athol 'Mousey' McGregor
Samantha Dale
Amit Thakkar
Natsai Onai
Garreth Weasley
Poppy Sweeting
Sacharissa Tugwood
Richard Jackdaw
Personality
MBTI - ENTJ-A
Alignment - Neutral Good
I really think of Milena's personality as close to the in-game MC as possible, but I do tend to wander from that sometimes.. šš
Milena always strives to help out people when faced with trouble, but never actively seeks out problems to solve - they just always seem to find her. Nevertheless, she always takes on difficult situations and rises to the challenge.
It helps a lot that she's very self-assured, something that came out of spending most of her childhood alone and taking care of herself AND others. That being noted, she's a natural born leader. Milena is assertive and logical and can easily adjust and adapt to many different situations - which makes her the perfect person to deal with a certain Slytherin boy who's emotions control him and not the other way around.. šš
Milena is an ambivert. While she enjoys socializing, she's also comfortable being alone. She doesn't exactly prefer one over the other though. Socializing comes easy to her, and she has a secure attachment style when it comes to her relationships, never really feeling insecure about them or getting jealous easily. Milena tends to be more mature, and she never internalizes things when people are rude - but because she's so calm and mellow, people are usually either drawn to her or intimidated by her.
As a Ravenclaw, Milena is naturally curious! She's constantly on the hunt to learn new things, which is why she enjoys exploring outside of Hogwarts so much, taking in everything she can about the hamlets and just the Highlands in general. Her curiousity helps her find wonder in even the smallest of things. She's very open-minded, yet nearly always at least slightly skeptical when it comes to new things. She can be very opinionated, but is always open to other perspectives.
Milena is not one to be overly expressive with her emotions (but to be clear - she doesn't hide them either š), yet she does have a side of her that naturally comes out only when she feels comfortable. With friends like Sebastian especially, she feels like she can let loose and be more playful as well as a bit snarky/sarcastic.
Additional Fun Facts!
I've already mentioned this before - but Milena's absolute favorite things in the world are BIRDS. Birds of all kinds. She knows everything about every species, and I mean everything. And somehow, birds naturally flock to her like she's some type of woodland princess.
Milena's hair is NOT naturally curly/wavy, nor is it naturally auburn! Prior to Hogwarts, she used a charm to change her hair color, but it seemed to have some extra effects on her hair texture too..
Milena doesn't often speak French after arriving at Hogwarts, but since it's her native language, she finds it much easier to express herself in French even though she speaks near-perfect English. She also enjoys sneaking in French phrases to occasionally mess with Sebastian since he has no idea what she's saying š„°š„°
Her love language is gift-giving, but when it comes to receiving it would be acts of service and quality time.
Is VERY passionate about potion-making.
Becomes an animagus in the summer before sixth-year, her animagus form being a giant golden eagle!
Already mentioned but she's quite fearless, except for when it comes to mooncalves. (She's more creeped out by them than scared of them, though.)
More of a dog person - Raphael is the exception š
Seeker for Ravenclaw in her sixth-year!
#i hope i worded everything alright šš#i'm terrible with words - i read this about 100 times to see if it made any sense š„²#i have so much about her and her family in my brain i just need to figure out how to properly put it out there šš#this has been in my drafts for so long but i've been so sick and stuck in my bed so i was like.. just finish it now while you have the time#admittedly i fell asleep typing about twice during the last part though ššš#if you read all or majority of this.. i love you š«µš#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy art#hogwarts legacy fanart#hogwarts legacy oc#hl mc#ravenclaw#milena chase#sparxyvdoodles#i'm thinking of making one of these for mousey as well š
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