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penissirius · 2 years ago

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Seo Changbin VS Feelings

Seo Changbin x male reader

SUMMARY: Changbin isn't the best at feelings and emotions. Misunderstandings happen because he's stupid lol.

ALTERNATIVE TITLE: 3 aussies and a devil bunny fight dwaeki over golden retriever child

SPECIAL THANKS TO: @ldrei Thank you for encouraging me to finish this! This is dedicated to you!💕

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: AJ is my OC and he's used as the M/n of this story! Miyeon is my partners OC, she is AJ's sister, and is dating Felix. I actually have 2 full stories one a AO3 chapter story and the other a non-idol social media AU that ill post here. If you'd be interested, please let me know so i know at least someone is looking forward to those stories T-T

AUTHORS NOTE: So, I wrote the beginning of this for my English essay and it was the only essay I've gotten an 100% and a good comment on so I went to Tumblr and my partner asking if I should finish it and publish it because I liked it and my teacher loved it (her Not knowing it was a Stray kids fanfic I wrote just for the essay lol) after some convincing I finished it and now here it is. I would like to apologize because this was finished in December, and I promised I would post it after it was done and never did. I hit a really big depression block in my life, and I didn't want to do anything but now I'm back! Just a heads up I wrote this for my Victorian Drama Essay so don't hope too hard for a so happy ending lol. Have fun reading!

WARNINGS: Arguing, Angstish Ig, Insecure thoughts, breakdowns, panic attacks, yelling, violence, bAd WoRdS

FEMALE ALIGNED PLEASE DNI <3

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AJ was on his way to the JYP Entertainment building to meet up with his boyfriend? Close friend? Friend with romantic benefits? AJ didn’t know but Changbin had said he had something seriously important to talk to him about, AJ had hoped this was when Changbin would finally ask him out for real. Oh, boy was it the opposite of that. AJ texted his best friend and sister, Miyeon, that he was on his way to JYPE and that if she needed a ride home then he could give her one. When he was done texting her he speeded off eager to see the man he loves, he also had serious but good information to share with him.

Meanwhile, at JYPE, Changbin is pacing back and forth in his studio panicking and talking to the one person he could for love help, Hyunjin, which honestly wasn’t that good of an idea but he was better than the rest of their friends. “God Hyunjin do something! Give me advice or something idiot!” Changbin says finally standing in one spot facing his group member while tugging on his own hair. Hyunjin stood pushing Changbin into the seat behind him, “First of all sit-down and get your hands out of your hair. You’re stressing yourself out and the stylist will be pissed if you pull any of your hair out.” Changbin took a deep breath and put his hands on his lap. “Now I can’t really help you seeing as this is your own very stupid plan. Everyone in the group is dating someone in some way or another. Why are you purposely putting yourself through this? Even Chan has someone. Chan has more game than you!”

Changbin sat in silence for a few seconds before looking at his tall dramatic member. “I don’t want to take any chances, what if it’s not what he expects and leaves me? What if we date and get found out? He’s not an idol. He’d get way more hate and things like that! I couldn’t do that to him.” Hyunjin just shakes his head. “So instead of letting him make that decision, you decided to break his heart and make the decision for him? Well-”, Hyunjin started walking to the door, “You do that but don’t expect me to help protect you when the three Aussies and Lee know find out what you did. Even tho I think your stupid for giving up a guy who does so much, some that you don't even know, for you. I kinda understand why you're doing it. You better not hurt him, he’s the sweetest when it comes to his friends. So don’t make it worse than it has to be.” That's all Hyunjin said before walking out.

The shorter man is left sitting in an empty studio by himself, left with thoughts, “Dammit! I didn’t even think about the AJ protection Squad™️ that would be after me! If AJ doesn’t kill me himself they sure will.” Just then his inner voice said ‘Remember you used to be one of them, but now you’re about to shatter his heart just because fans and other companies believe it's wrong for you to date.’ Changbin shakes his head arguing back, “It’s more than that. Us being together could damage the careers we both worked so hard for! If people were to find out he’d get non-stop hate! I’m just protecting him!” He would definitely sound crazy if anyone else was around to hear him argue with his self-consciousness. He shut up quickly when he heard his phone ding with a message from AJ saying he was on his way up to the studio.

When AJ got inside the studio he hugged the shorter man happily before sitting in the armchair that Hyunjin was previously sitting in, looking towards Changbin with a bright smile. “Hi, Hi Baby Binnie!” Changbin swore that AJ’s beautiful smile would be the death of him one day. Changbin gave a nervous smile back, “Hey AJ” “So what serious thing did you want to talk to me about?”AJ tilted his head confused, still smiling. The idol was starting to panic not knowing how to talk about it without hurting AJ’s feelings. “Didn't you say you had good news? You should go first!” AJ laughed, smiling less than before, “Well whatever you wanted to talk about seems to be making you stressed and upset so maybe you should go first and I'll tell you the good news when you're feeling better!” Changbin sighed, AJ was right it's better to rip the bandaid off now rather than give himself more time to think it over and panic.

“Alright, please promise that you won't take this personally and you won't get mad at me.” That brought a small nervous giggle from AJ, “I've never gotten mad at you before, I'm sure it's not that bad!” Changbin took a deep breath and finally said, “I don't think we can be a thing anymore- we should just stay friends…” It was silent for a minute before Changbin looked up at AJ and saw that he no longer had a smile on his face. AJ paused, it was like his whole world stopped when he heard Changbin say those words. Changbin had never seen AJ speechless or that upset in the year that he's known him. AJ sat paused and baffled, Changbin didn't want to be with him anymore let alone be officially together. “AJ?-” Changbin was cut off when the taller one turned to him blank-faced and asked, “Why?” The idol was confused and because of all the panic earlier his brain was no longer working.

“Why what?” Changbin asked stupidly. AJ scoffed, still looking at him with the same blank face that Changbin had never seen before, likely none of his friends other than his sister had seen him with a blank emotionless face, that just wasn't him. “Why all of a sudden do you not want to be with me? How long have you been waiting to tell me? You let me believe this whole time that you actually liked me and there was a possibility that we could be together. So WHY is my question?” Changbin took a moment to gather his thoughts before replying. “Us being together would be a risk. It’s not that I don't like you, because I do! It's just that our careers could be ruined if anyone were to find out. I know that being an artist and dancer is very important to you. I don't wanna be the reason that all falls plus if I get any scandals I might damage everyone in Stray Kids' careers as well.”

AJ stood angry but still pretty much blank. “Alright, guess it’s my fault for thinking that you were different and didn't care about what everyone else thought. I'm sorry for thinking that maybe we would be able to be together and happy like my sister and Felix. And more importantly, I'm sorry that I went through all this trouble for you. I stepped out of my comfort zone and went through so many panic attacks for you. Turns out it’s not enough. Guess I'll see you around Changbin.” AJ slammed a piece of paper down on the desk in front of Changbin before storming out to go find his sister and then go home. Changbin, saddened and confused, tried to call after AJ but he was already gone down the hall and into a different part of the building. Changbin got up and looked at the paper that AJ left, it was crumbed and there was a corner torn off at the bottom. It was a printed-out picture from JYPs staff to AJ saying that he passed all the auditions and was officially a JYP trainee. Changbin stared at the paper in shock, feeling more like an asshole than he originally did.

AJ walked from Changbin’s studio downstairs to the practice room that he knew his sister and Felix would be in and slammed the door open, way harder than he meant to, and looked at his sister. “Oh, hey AJ- What's wrong? Who did it? WHO hurt you? Whose ass do I have to beat?” Miyeon immediately noticed the difference in her brother's face despite his trying to act like his normal self. “Nothings wrong, I'm just ready to go home.” AJ said, walking over to them. “Nope, something is clearly wrong, sit. Sit your ass down. Family Circle.” Miyeon said, looking up at him from where she and Felix were sitting on the ground. “Since when did we still do Family Circle? And how is it Family Circle if it’s just me, you, and Felix?” AJ said, sitting in the half circle they formed. “Shut up now tell me who hurt you, imma beat their ass!” Miyeon said. “We beating ass? Should I call Chan?” Felix said, pulling out his phone.

“There is no reason to call Chan. Don’t call him, I said I was okay!” AJ said trying to reason with the two Aussies but trying to do that is like talking to a wall. “Call him!” “I’m calling him!” Miyeon and Felix said after staring at AJ for a sec. AJ groaned defeated, leaning back on the floor still sitting with his legs crossed. After a couple of rings, Chan picked up the call. He put the call on speakerphone. “Felix? What’s up dude, I thought you and Miyeon were practicing, what’s up?” “You need to come to the Micheal Jackson dance room!” Miyeon said over the owner of the phone's shoulder. “Why did something go wrong?” Chan said and you can hear shuffling on his side of the phone he gets up grabbing some stuff. “Nothings wrong Hyung, they're just being dramatic!” AJ yelled from his spot laying on the floor. “Someone hurt AJ. We’re trying to find out who so we can beat their ass.” Felix said into his phone.

“Really? Why didn’t you start with that! I’m on my fucking way. Should I get Lee Know? I’m gonna get Lee Know.” You hear Chan set his phone on his desk and open his door screaming down the hallway in the dorms. “MINHO! LET'S GO WE GOT A CODE GAY DOWN!” AJ turns to them shocked “You guys have codes for this shit?” Felix looked back at him, “Yes. We are the AJ Protection Squad and we take our job very seriously.” They heard stomping before they could hear Minho’s voice clearly. “A code gay down? Whose ass am I beating? Where’s my child?” “At the Company let’s go.” You hear them both shuffle around before Chan turns to his phone. “We’ll be there in 5.” Chan says before hanging up. “The dorms are 15 minutes away!” AJ said, still confused about everything going on. “As Felix said we in the AJPS take our job very seriously.” Miyeon said looking at her brother, still bothered by the fact that someone made him upset.

AJ decided to no longer ask questions and stared at the ceiling sadly still thinking back to what Changbin had said. Miyeon and Felix just looked at each other and at him knowing that something was wrong and they were determined to get to the bottom of it. In 5 minutes exactly there comes a worried and already angry Chan and Lee Know burst through the door. ‘If they are already pissed before knowing what happened, how will they be after?’ AJ thought, still staring at the ceiling, not moving. Lee Know and Chan move to join the makeshift ‘Family Circle’ before they all turn to AJ. “Alright now what’s wrong and who did it? And no bullshit answers AJ or I swear to god.” Lee Know says. They all looked more calm and worried rather than angry so AJ just decided to tell them, also because they probably would never leave him alone until he told them and it would feel better to talk to them about it.

AJ took a deep breath before sitting up and looking at all of them suddenly feeling shy when he realized that they were all staring at him. “Well, this morning Changbin texted me saying that he wanted to talk and that it was something serious so we agreed to meet at the studio. And I don’t know why but a small part of me was hoping that this was when he’d finally ask me out or something, after all the mixed signals he was giving about whether we were in a relationship or not. But I should’ve known that wouldn’t have happened.” AJ looked down at his lap holding back tears, now that he was saying it all out loud the sadness and rejection is hitting him in waves. “I was gonna tell him the good news after he said what he needed to say but when he said what he did I was no longer in a happy mood. It felt like my whole world shattered-” By the time he got that out he had already started crying letting the tears fall into his lap.

“He had said that he doesn’t think we should be a thing anymore and that we should just stay friends. And that hurt! It hurt so much but I still hadn’t processed how much it hurt until now, all I felt was anger. All I could think of was to ask why. Why did he let me believe that there could ever be something between us? Why did he let me get my hopes up just to crush them? Why had I been stupid enough to believe that he would like me back and wanna be with me? And he spouted some bullshit answer about how he actually did like me but us dating was a risk and that because I wasn’t an idol if our relationship was found I’d get so much more hate and shit. That it could ruin the careers we both worked so hard for. That he didn’t wanna be the reason I couldn’t be an artist or dancer anymore. And that if he got any dating scandals he could possibly ruin Stray Kids' career as well.”

At this point, AJ was ugly sobbing and barely getting his sentences out correctly. Lee Know moved until he was directly behind AJ pulling the younger into his lap and wrapping his arms around him, setting his chin on the crying boy's shoulder. Felix and Chan moved to each side of him, Felix grabbing one of AJ’s hands and Chan setting his arm on his thigh. Miyeon moved to sit in front of her brother holding his other hand. The only thing on all four of their minds was comforting their youngest yet tallest friend and beating the shit out of Changbin later. AJ, although a pain in their ass some days, was their baby, the maknae of the friend group, and the only one who could get Minho to be this soft and cuddly by will. Not even Jisung had that pleasure. Hell even I.N. loved the younger and gave him affection. He was always happy and had something stupid or sassy to say, always there to make them smile on their worst days, and to see him crying aggressively over something one their friends did really pissed them off.

AJ took some shuddery breaths trying to calm down to no avail before speaking again. “All I could think of in the back of my head was that I wasn’t good enough. That I’m still not good enough. That he was just trying to protect my feelings by not telling me that he didn’t like me that way. I'm not an idol so I’m not good enough. That I was stupid to think that just because all my friends got their happy ever after that I could get mine! I’ve tried so hard! I did so many things and it still wasn’t good enough! The amount of panic I’ve gone through during this whole audition process, the way I’ve unhealthily thrown myself into school and practice so I could get a better shot of getting accepted. The stupid strict diet I let that staff member put me on cause they thought it would make me look better. Because I wanted to be better! For him! I wanted to look better, dance better, rap better, be better. All for him. Just to find out my efforts were for nothing. That I’ll never be good enough!”

At this point, AJ was working himself into a panic attack and Felix and Miyeon were thankful they grabbed his hands earlier because they know how bad his attacks can be on himself. They were all shocked none of them knew about the things he said. Miyeon knew about the school and practice thing and would try to pull him away whenever she could but that’s because she was used to him being a workaholic and thought that it was because of the constant auditions, not Changbin. Felix knew about the panic attacks because he’s helped him calm down from a few but none of them knew about the diet. He already has a bad relationship with food so the diet might have made it worse. AJ started falling deeper into panic and Lee Know pulled him closer whispering calming words in the boy he saw as his little brother's ear. They all huddled closer hugging the younger, letting him cry, and doing little things they knew calmed him down.

Eventually, AJ calmed down and his cries turned into small hiccups and tears. He was so thankful they made him talk about this rather than him bottling it up and telling no one until he exploded and had a much worse breakdown. When AJ finally felt calm enough he lifted his head and everyone pulled away. Although he was squeezing Felix and Miyeon’s hands, leaning onto Chan’s shoulder, and refusing to get out of Lee Know’s lap, he was a lot calmer than before. He was very tired from so many emotions and crying. He was half asleep in Lee Know’s lap and leaning on Chan still. There was a long moment of silence before Miyeon spoke up. “You know I’m gonna beat his ass right?” The other 3 hummed in agreement. “Please don’t do that. I know I can’t stop you from talking to him but don’t do anything irrational. That’ll just make it worse.” AJ said in his broken sore and half-sleepy voice. “Can’t make any promises little Bro” Miyeon said, already standing up.

“Just don’t do anything to have to go to jail, I don’t have bail money” AJ said before falling asleep fully. Miyeon leaned down and kissed her brother's forehead whispering, “later we will talk about that diet stuff.” She stood and turned to the other boys “Alright I have a Pig to slaughter and it won’t be the first time. Who’s coming with?” Lee know whipped his head to her, “you’ve done what?” “You heard me” was all she replied. “We all want to come but I don’t think it’s right to leave AJ alone so 2 of us should stay and the other 2 go.” Chan said, looking at AJ sleeping on his shoulder. “Alright, we’ll who’s coming with me?” Miyeon said. “I’ll stay with AJ, I will take him back to the dorms so he can rest and make sure he doesn’t try to do any work when he wakes. I also don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from fighting Changbin.” Chan said. Minho looked at the sleeping curly-haired boy and up at Miyeon. “I’ll go.” Lee Know reluctantly handed over the sleeping boy, putting him in Chan’s lap. “I’ll go to the dorm with Chris and make AJ’s favorite food and dessert.” Felix said from his spot on the ground. Chan handed Lee Know the car keys since they rode together and he and Miyeon would need to get back to the dorms.

“We’ll drive AJ’s car to the dorm since I’m the only one other than Miyeon he lets drive it. And He was Felix and Miyeon’s ride home anyways.” They all nodded before Miyeon and Lee Know left the room storming up to the studios. Felix gathered his and AJs stuff while Chan picked AJ himself up. When they had everything they walked down to the parking lot and looked for AJs car. It wasn’t that hard to find with the obnoxious bright light blue color of it. Felix sat both of their bags on the floor in the backseat and got in on the right side. Chan set AJ on the left so he was leaning on Felix while sleeping. Chan got in the driver's side and started the car checking on the two younger ones in the back before driving off towards the Stray Kids dorm.

Back at the company, Changbin is panicking. He feels so many emotions at once, he feels like an asshole, he’s upset about having to break AJs heart like that and overall he’s scared. He’s terrified because he knows that it’s only a matter of time before Miyeon or someone else shows up to beat his ass. He paces back and forth like earlier when Hyunjin was with him. “Fuck man what am I gonna do? I mean if I leave now there’s a possibility I can start running before they catch me- but where would I go? If I run, they're gonna be expecting me at the dorms and attack me then! I’m better off just staying here-“ As he finished saying that there were loud stomps and banging on the studio door, Changbin was glad he locked the door earlier. “COME OUT CHANGBIN YOU CAN'T STAY IN THERE FOREVER!” While Miyeon was shouting at him through the door, Lee Know looked through the keys Chan gave him and was happy to find a key to the studio amongst them.

He pushed Miyeon slightly over and proceeded to unlock the door. Changbin visually panicked now, it was all happening so fast! He quickly ran to the other side of the couch and sat between it and the wall, knowing damn well his muscled ass was not gonna be able to hide fully back there. The two angry friends stormed in and Lee Know walked over to Changbin not knowing whether to laugh that he thought would work or just stare at him before he grabbed him by his arm and pulled him up to face Miyeon. The rapper looked at the angry sister in fear, the two scariest members of their friend group were currently mad and it was directed at him. Changbin should’ve said bye to his family when he had the chance. He opened his mouth to say something that would spare his life but before he could Miyeon delivered a hefty right hook to his face. ‘Damn that hurt like shit’ Changbin thought, grabbing his cheek. For a 5 foot girl, she sure does pack a punch but that’s to be expected from her seeing as she and AJ got into fights in high school.

Lee Know gawked at how hard she hit him, not that he didn’t deserve it but goddamn he could feel that punch and he was behind Changbin still holding his arm. “You have exactly 5 minutes to explain why you did and said what you did to my brother and if it’s not a good reason I’m gonna punch you again!” Changbin quickly replied with pretty much the same thing he told AJ and Hyunjin, he was honestly terrified and looked everywhere but at her. When he was done Miyeon took a deep breath before punching him again in the face. Poor Changbin is gonna end up with bruises on his cheek and eye. “It’s a good thing we’re on a break right now. If we weren’t idols I’d leave more bruises than she did.” Lee know said smacking Changbin hard on the back of his head.

“Listen I don’t care if you thought you did what was best or anything. You broke my brother. I’ve never seen him cry so hard he sent himself into a panic attack over someone. He loved you. He did everything for you. Originally I was supposed to be the only one auditioning and when I tried to talk him into it I stopped because I knew it would be too much pressure for him. But he did, why? Because he wanted to be closer to you.” Miyeon was raising her voice as she talked, her accent getting stronger, and the fact that the studio is soundproof definitely helped. “Do you know what I found out in the last hour? No? Then let me enlighten you. My brother worked himself into the ground with school, dance, and practice for you. He thinks that he’s not good enough. He let one of the staff members put him on some stupidly strict diet because she said it would help him look better! Why? Because he wanted to look better for you!”

Miyeon looked at him disgusted, “I trusted you with my brother's feelings and you broke him more than anyone had in the past. If you like him so goddamn much why didn’t you just date him! Instead, you lead him on. You’ve been all lovey with him, cuddling with him, taking him on dates just to outright turn him down and make him feel like he’s not good enough for you! Felix and I are dating and there’s no problem! Hell half of JYPE is in a relationship! Why are you the only one who is thinking so hard about your career and not the man right in front of you who would and has done literally anything for you! AJ is perfect and if you can’t see that then I don’t know what the hell to tell you. If this is how you're gonna treat anyone who has any interest in you your whole life. Then have fun being single and friendless because clearly, your career is more important.”

Lee Know moved to stand next to Miyeon, rubbing her shoulder before saying, “We’re giving you one shot to make this better. If you fuck up even more so help me god Seo Changbin, Miyeon and I will not be the thing you need to be afraid of. You’ll have his parents and Chan after you at that point. You better make this up, but at this point, I’d be surprised if he even talks to you again let alone still loves you. If I were him I sure as hell wouldn’t.” Changbin looked at the ground in shock, sadness, and pain because damn those punches hurt. “I will make it better, I really do love him and I hadn’t realized how much pain I’ve put him through. Or how I was only really thinking about myself and my feelings and not his.” Changbin said, nodding. “Good, you have a week, and if he decides he never wants to speak to you again or doesn’t want to be with you. You can’t get mad because you fucked that up for yourself.” Lee Know said, looking at him.

“I know and I take full responsibility. I definitely deserved the punches because I was stupid. And I wouldn’t blame him if he no longer wanted to be with me” Changbin looked up at them. “Not just stupid. You were a dumbass and full-on idiot. Now I’m gonna go back to the dorms and check on my brother. You are not allowed to even look at him until you’ve decided how you’re gonna fix your huge fuck up. Do you understand me?” Miyeon glared at the short rapper. “Yes ma’am” Changbin nodded firmly. “Good now sit and think about your mistakes” was all Miyeon said before storming out of the room to the car. “You really did fuck up and it’s hard to understand whatever stupid logic you thought you had but hopefully you make this right because he seems happiest when he’s with you and that’s all we want for him” Lee Know said looking towards the chair Changbin sat in. “MINHO!” Miyeon yelled down the hall. “That’s my cue to go. Don’t fuck up Seo Changbin” He said before he left the room. And so there Changbin sat left with his thoughts of how much of an idiot he is and how he’s going to fix it.

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I really hope you like it! If you did leave likes and comments! reblogs help as well! If you wanna read more of my shitty works you can follow me on AO3 @/penissirius ! If you’d like to see more of AJ and Miyeon and their Interesting Adventures in life in Korea and Becoming JYP trainees well you’re just in luck because the whole story of them is being written and made. Tho I will not post it until I have the whole thing finished which will be a while but I have a few chapters now! So be on the lookout for that! I will be posting a Social Media AU that is completely unrelated to that story so let me know if you wanna be on the tag list for it! Byeeeeee~

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splendidreads · 2 years ago

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Open Your Arms, Part 3

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Female OC

Word Count: 4692

Warnings: some mildly foul language, threats, protective Bucky is a warning in itself.

Summary: 'Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn't know how to accept real love. She's never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he's just like everyone else?'

A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, l'll keep on going. I'm incredibly beyond nervous about this. ALSO; things will pick up in the next chapter!! DONT WORRY!!

Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice.

Please re-post and comment:)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied and posted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. PLEASE just reblog if you want to share my story!!

TAGLIST: @wintasssoldier

Part 4 Here

SONG: Finesse by Bruno Mars & Cardi B

Katherine had slept pretty well that night, in her new big bed. She had actually slept into the morning, for the first time in years. Her bed was surely a mess, and she probably had the worst bed head of her life. But for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt rested.

A soft humming sound started in her throat, as she rolled over in the bed, hearing her phone buzz against the nightstand. She stretched her arm out, blindly smacking her hand around before she finally felt her phone. One of her eyes slowly peeled itself open, just enough to look at her phone.

10 text messages, and 2 missed calls.

It was then that she finally looked at the time, both of her eyes snapping open. It was nearly eleven in the morning, far longer than she’d ever slept in before.

“Shit!”

She fell out of the bed with a loud plop, scurrying to get to the bathroom and start her day. As she turned the shower on, she went through her text messages.

Sage 7:46am ‘GOOD MORNING! Let me take Skadi out for a walk, then let me know when someone will come get me!’

Sage 8:03 ‘Skadi tried to drag me into the lake.’

Sage 8:30 ‘KATIE ARE YOU UP?’

Bucky 8:32 ‘Good morning, Katherine. I came to check on you, but you were so peacefully sound asleep.. I thought I’d just let you rest. I have meetings starting at 9, and hopefully will have a lunch break around noon. I hope you sleep well, and I’ll see you later (:’

Sage 9:10 ‘I’m ready whenever you are’

Sage 9:30 ‘…are you alive?’

Sage 9:47 ‘Did something happen..?’

9:52 Missed phone call, Sage

Sage 10:03 ‘I’m stopping by your house, or I guess your old house, grabbing a couple of things. Your dad isn’t here..’

10:13 Missed phone call, Sage

Sage 10:15 ‘Did I possibly steal someone’s phone number, because you left the letter on your desk? Yes, yes I did.’

Bucky 10:25 ‘Sage texted me. Steve’s about to head over to get her.. I know you said she worries a lot, but she seems pretty antsy to not hear from you. I told her that you were asleep, and she didn’t seem to believe me..?’

Katherine let out a long huff of air as she began brushing her teeth, reading all of the text messages. Her eyes rolled, reading the ones from Sage. But when she saw the texts from Bucky, she smiled. She hummed softly, her fingers tapping away on the glass screen.

‘Everything’s fine, I promise!! Would you believe me if I said that I slept in?’

‘Good morning! I’m so sorry, I don’t ever sleep in like this. Thank you for being so kind! Don’t worry about Sage, it’s just very uncharacteristic of me, lol’

She sent the first text to Sage and the second to Bucky, as she moved around the bathroom, prepping to get into the shower. Just as she was about to step into the shower, Sage texted her back.

‘…What?’

‘I was preparing myself to fight a mob, just so you know..’

‘Also.. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT STEVE WAS HOT!’

A rumble of a laugh passed Katherine’s lips, shaking her head as she quickly texted her back.

‘Lol I’m getting into the shower see you soon.’

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Katherine decided to try and leave her hair down for the day, realizing she hasn’t had that opportunity in such a long time. Her hair was always in a slick bun, or a braid for work. It had been long enough that she was a bit surprised to see that the strands reached right above her rear. She had a hard time getting herself ready, her eyes glued to the body she saw in the mirror.. Noticing every detail that she despised about herself. She wasn’t a petite woman, that was for sure. Her hips were wide, thighs jiggling as she moved. Her tummy had a bit of a pooch, sticking out over her jeans, enough for her to grab between her fingers to fiddle with. Stretch marks across her hips and abdomen, even her thighs and breasts, from frequent weight changes. She would at least give herself credit for having nice curves.

A sharp rap of knocks at her bedroom door snapped her out of the daze.

“Hold on!” Her voice echoed through the bathroom, her bare feet padding across the tile as she pulled a shirt over her head.

“My hands are full or I would just come in anyways!” Sages voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Her hands were full?

Katherine pulled the door open, a confused look on her face as not only Sage but Steve as well both walked into her room with a few boxes and shopping bags. She continued with her confused expression, a hand on her hip as she watched them set everything in the TV area.

“So, I know that you’re not a very materialistic person,” Sage started, opening a few boxes, “But I also know.. That was never really a choice.”

Katherine walked towards them, peering into the boxes, “Okay…”

“I may have let it slip, that you’re a bit of an artist..” Sage shot her an innocent look, “I grabbed everything from my place that you had, and Bucky sent Steve and I out to get you new art supplies.”

Katherine’s eyes shot up, looking between the two blondes. She was silent for a moment, not sure what she wanted to say. Steve let out a soft sigh, a smile on his lips as he helped Sage take everything out from the bags

“He had already fully intended on taking you shopping.. But after talking to Sage,” His eyes went to her, a smile on his lips, “We all agreed you could use the surprise.”

Katherine stood there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t unlike Sage to try and take care of her, that wasn’t anything new. But the fact that it was Bucky, as well as Steve.. She watched as the two began taking things out, her eyes looking at all of the things.

“I also got a few things for you to decorate your room with.” Sage spoke, looking around the room. “This is the perfect spot!”

Sage stood up with a handful of rectangular frames in her hands. She walked over towards the television, and began placing them on the wall, trying to figure out the best spot for them. Katherine watched her for a moment, trying to look at the photos.. She could practically feel her heart swell, realizing what the pictures were. One was of Katherine and Sage, around the time they met. They were both so young.. Another was the two of them, a bit older, with a huge mess of paint. They both had big grins plastered on their faces, though she knew that after that moment they cleaned it all up. Next was a photo of them from their High School graduation..

“I thought you could use a few personal touches.”

Katherine’s lips curved up into a sweet smile, “Thank you.. Both.” She turned her smile to Steve, who just simply nodded his head, returning the smile.

Sage hummed softly, as she stuck the photos to the wall, satisfied with her arrangement. She then went back to all of the things on the table, and began to move some stuff around. Soon, all three of them were going around the room, decorating. Sage had suggested putting music on, and Katherine didn’t argue. The girls were dancing around the room, having a great time.. Katherine didn’t even notice that Steve had been gone for about fifteen minutes.

“Ooh, don't we look good together?

There's a reason why they watch all night long..

Yeah, know we'll turn heads forever..

So tonight I'm gonna show you off!”

Sages voice sang the words happily, both girls laughing as they danced around. Katherine smiled, walking into her closet to hang up the last of her clothes.. There wasn’t much, but it was at least a little better now. Sage had brought the clothes that Katherine left at her house, wanting her to have better options. Katherine had gone deep into her walk in closet, the music flooding her ears, and didn’t have any idea that Steve was back.. And that there was someone else in the room as well.

“You must be him.” Sage smiled, putting her hand out, “It’s good to officially meet you.”

Bucky offered her a kind smile, shaking her hand, “You too.” He glanced around the room, raising an eyebrow, “It looks nice. Thank you for doing this..” He seemed like he had more to say.

Sage hummed softly, “No problem. I’m just thankful that you’re not a big meanie,” She chuckled a bit, before lowering her voice, “She would kill me for saying anything… But I feel like it’s my job.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed on his face, listening intently. He could hear Katherine in the closet, humming along to the music. He wondered if she liked to sing.. But he was also very curious to know what Sage was about to tell him.

“I know way more about what you do, than she does.” Sage crossed her arms on her chest, looking directly to Bucky’s eyes, “She has no idea.. The reality of what she’s about to put herself in.”

Bucky nodded his head slowly, though his eyes narrowed a bit, “And just how do you think you know?”

Sage chuckled softly, proving his gaze ineffective, “Deputy Chief Alexandria Chambers.”

Bucky’s gaze softened, hearing the name. He looked to Steve, who simply nodded his head as if he already knew the information that was being revealed. He was confused.. How did she know her?

“She was my mother.”

Bucky swallowed a lump in his throat, “She was one of the best, that’s for damn sure.. I was very sorry to hear about her passing.”

Sage nodded her head slowly, “Thank you. She was always fair.. And I know that she was on your side of things. Well, you and your mob family.”

Bucky wasn’t exactly sure where this conversation was going, but he continued nonetheless, “I’m assuming that uhm..” He cleared his throat, “She made sure her daughter was well aware of the world she lived in.”

Sage nodded her head, “She was very thorough about it.” She seemed like she was about to say more, though a smile crept its was back onto her face when they could all hear Katherine’s voice.

“When I'm walkin' with you..

I watch the whole room change..

Baby, that's what you do..”

Katherine had absolutely no idea about the conversation that was taking place, as she hung up her clothes. If anyone had been paying close attention, they might have noticed the sweet smile that tugged on the corners of Bucky’s mouth. ‘She sounds wonderful..’

“Listen,” Sage looked to Bucky’s eyes, a serious expression on her face, “I just don’t want Katie to get caught in the crossfire of your world.” She let out a huff of air, “She deserves the best.. Even if she doesn’t think so herself.”

“No, my baby, don't play..

Blame it on my confidence..

Oh, blame it on your measurements..”

Steve walked over, grabbing the now empty bags. He was listening to Sage speak to Bucky, and he knew where she was going with her words.. Sage had told Steve quite a bit when they went shopping. She was quite the protective friend.. And for good reason. He glanced at Bucky, their eyes meeting for a moment. Bucky’s eyes shifted back towards Sage, and they watched each other for a moment, listening to Katherine sing. He put his hands on his hips, as the two of them shared a bit of a staring contest. Until Sages words broke the moment of silence between them.

“I will do anything for her.. Anything.” Sages eyes squinted, “I’m not trying to get on your bad side or anything.. I just want to make sure what your intentions are with her.”

Bucky watched Sage for another moment, and was starting to understand why she was interrogating him. “My intentions are what they’ve always been.. I intend on marrying Katherine someday.”

“But do you intend on loving her?” Sages words were sharp, and quite clear.

Bucky thought about those words, his eyes looking around the room. It’s not like he was heartless.. But love was never really on the table for him. Love was dangerous. It could be used against him.. Who would ever truly love a man like him anyways?

Sage shook her head, her eyes looking over the photos on the wall, “She deserves to be loved.. Taken care of.. And cherished.” Her lips curved downwards, “She hasn’t gotten much of that. Her mom died too soon, and her dad just became even more of a piece of shit.. Yet somehow, she’s still a ray of sunshine in this shitty world.. and I don’t want anything to diminish that.”

Steve cleared his throat, taking a few steps closer to them, “I can tell you that she’ll be well taken care of here, Sage.” He offered her a kind smile, before glancing at Bucky, “Even though everyone thinks that Buck is some scary monster.. A hard ass, who has no heart.. There’s a big ole teddy bear under that facade.. And I have a feeling that Katherine’s going to find him.”

Bucky glared at Steve, for saying such mushy words.. But, he could potentially be right.

Sage returned Steve’s smile, “I hope you’re right.. But I still want to know what Bucky’s thoughts are.”

Bucky took in a sharp breath, looking down at his shoes for a moment, trying to think over his words, “Steve’s right. Everyone does see me that way, and they’re not exactly wrong.” His eyes flicked up to Sage, “But I know how to be a gentle man, Sage. I would’ve never made a deal to marry someone, if I didn’t think I could… Be a decent husband.” He let out a soft breath, “I promise you that my intentions with Katherine are genuine. I will take care of her, and maybe we will grow to love each other.”

Sages lips curved up into a wide grin, and she brought her hands together, clapping them. “Well, alright then. Then I have a job for you.”

Both men’s facial expressions changed to one’s of confusion, looking between each other before turning their attention back to Sage.

“Katherine needs to change. She needs to learn that she deserves love.. And I want you to help me do that.”

Before Bucky could respond, the music suddenly stopped.

“Hey Steve, I was wondering if you-“

Katherine had come out of the closet, holding a clothing rod in both of her hands. Her eyes widened slightly, seeing that Bucky was standing there.. Her lips curved up into a sweet smile, their eyes locking. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, admiring his steel blue eyes.

“Hi.” Her voice came out soft, the grin on her face not faltering.

“Hey.” Bucky responded, his lips curving up to return the grin, “Uh, what happened?” He asked, pointing to the rod in her hands.

Katherine looked at it, then chuckled, “Fun fact, if you’re too short to reach something, just ask for help. Or you’ll end up taking down all of the clothes you just hung up.” Everyone in the room began chuckling, though Katherine’s cheeks tinted a light pink shade.

“I’m assuming you were about to ask for my help?” Steve finally asked, still chuckling a bit.

“Yeeaahhh..” Katherine chuckled softly, “It can wait until later..” She hummed for a moment, before looking between the three of them, “So.. What ‘cha guys up to?”

“Oh, I was just interrogating your new boyfriend, of course.” Sage grinned, sending Bucky a knowing look.

Katherine’s blush deepened, “Sage!” She scolded her, “We literally just met yesterday!”

Bucky’s lips turned up into a smirk, “Yeah, and I’m already introducing you to people as my girl.”

Sage raised an eyebrow, Steve tried to stifle a laugh. Katherine’s face was red as a beat, and thank god she didn’t have to come up with anything to say.. Because Annette knocked on the door, her warm smile peering into the room.

“Lunch is ready!” She announced, before motioning for everyone to follow her.

Bucky chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets. His eyes watched as Sage grabbed Katherine’s hand, leading her out of the room. How cute. He couldn’t help the thought, seeing how she reacted to his words. Steve followed behind the girls, and Bucky went right behind him.

———

The next week went.. Well? Bucky had been pretty busy with a bunch of meetings, and Katherine found herself feeling pretty lonely. Sage had gotten stuck working overtime at the hospital, so Katherine didn’t really have anyone to talk to. She did, however, find herself in the kitchen a lot. Annette showed her where everything was, and was delighted to find out that Katherine was a quick learner. Baking, cooking, you name it. Annette started showing her everything that she knew.

“You know, I think Mr. Barnes has a soft spot for brownies..” Annette said, smiling as Katherine took them out of the pan.

“Really?” Katherine’s eyes looked at her, “You think.. You think it’d be okay if I took some up to him?”

Annette nodded, “If the door is closed, just make sure that you knock. But yes, I think he’d be pleasantly surprised.”

Katherine slowly nodded her head, and decided to grab a plate. She put four brownies on it, not knowing who else might be in his study with him.

“I’m going to finish up the laundry, then I’m done for the weekend!” Annette said, as she came around to the side of Katherine, taking a brownie.

“Alright, thank you for your help. Let’s hope that he likes them!”

Katherine took the plate in her hands, and started to make her way through the house. She was a bit nervous about going to Bucky’s study. She hadn't been in there since her first day here, and he’s been so busy lately.. Maybe brownies might be a nice offering. They hadn’t spent hardly any time together, shy of quick ‘Good morning’s before he had meetings. As she walked down the hall to the study, she found that the door was open. Perfect! She hummed softly, deciding to just walk in.

“Hey Bucky, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you.. But I made-“ Her words were cut short by the stares of five men.

Bucky stood at his desk, towering over scattered papers and files, a frustrated expression on his face. Steve stood next to him, the same kind of frustration.. There were three other men gathered in the room, none of which Katherine had met before. As soon as she had stepped into the room, all the men’s eyes snapped up to look at her. It startled her enough to make her stop dead in her tracks. She gripped the plate tightly, her eyes shifting between each man, finally landing on those icy blue orbs.

“Brownies..” Her last word finally came out, her voice much quieter than it started.

Her eyes glanced at all of the papers on the table, and they widened a bit when she realized what they were. Crime Scene Photos. As soon as she had that realization, the photos were all scooped up back into a Manila folder.

“Who the hell are you? Snoopy little bitch..” One of the men voiced, his words sharp. Italian. “Who said you could barge in here?”

Bucky’s head snapped towards him, and as he opened his mouth to speak, Katherine’s voice was first.

“Excuse me? I live here. If I feel like bringing my man some brownies, I’m quite sure I can do just that. And, the door was open.” Her words came out much stronger than she expected, so she kept that strength and walked further into the room. “Learn some manners, bitch.” She walked around to the side of the desk that Bucky was on, and he greeted her with what seemed like a proud smirk.

“You are quite correct, doll.” He hummed, her words feeding his ego a bit. My man. His eyes looked towards the man who voiced against Katherine, “You’re lucky you still have your tongue. Katherine is right, you should learn some manners.. That’s no way to speak to a woman, especially mine.”

Katherine felt a chill run through her, Bucky’s flesh hand resting on the small of her back. She gave him a warm smile, silently thanking him for his words.

The man in question scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever. She just marched in here like she owns the place.”

This time, Bucky’s metal hand reached out. He grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, pulling him to be halfway across the desk. Katherine let out a soft gasp, though Bucky’s flesh hand stayed gently on her back. Steve stepped around Bucky, putting Katherine between the two of them.

“Her name might not be on the title yet, but this is her home. And no one will speak to my girl like that. Next time, there will be no warning. Capiche?” Bucky’s voice was loud, commanding.. And it startled Katherine a bit.

The man’s eyes widened, his hand grabbing onto Bucky’s metal one, and he just nodded his head. Bucky finally let go of him, not until his eyes seemed to peer straight into his soul. The man stood up straight, fixing his shirt. Bucky’s gaze softened, turning towards Katherine once more.

“You made brownies?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was much softer towards Katherine.

She cleared her throat, nodding her head as she held the plate up, “I only brought four.. I wasn’t sure who all was in here..”

Bucky took one, giving her a grin, “Good thing there’s only four of us. Amato, you can leave.” He didn’t even look over to the man as he dismissed him.

The man grumbled something in another language, which Katherine assumed was Italian, before storming out of the room. The other two men looked between each other, before turning to look at Katherine with small smiles.

“Katherine,” Bucky hummed, “These are two of my best men. Clint Barton, and Bruce Banner. Bruce is the head of our science division, and Clint is head of the security team.”

Steve took a brownie as well, “It’s nice to meet you both.” Katherine smiled, extending the plate over the table.

“Likewise.” Clint said, nodding his head as he took a brownie. Bruce took the last one, giving her a nod with a smile.

Katherine watched as all four men began to eat the brownies. She hadn’t even tried one yet, so she wasn’t even sure if they were good or not. Though, based on their silence, and that they continued eating them..

“These are so good, Katherine.” Steve grinned, plopping the last bit of the brownie into his mouth.

“They really are.. Reminds me of my moms.” Clint said, a soft chuckle on his lips as he ate.

Bruce smiled, “Did you make these, or did Annette?”

Katherine couldn’t help but laugh at them, “Annette supervised, and I made them. Found an old recipe we wanted to try.”

Her eyes went up to Bucky’s face, still awaiting a reaction from him. His eyes were closed, as he slowly ate the brownie. A soft hum came from him, as he finished the brownie, his eyes opening to find hers looking at him.

“Delicious.”

Katherine’s lips curved up into a big smile, “I’m glad you guys liked them. I’m starting to really get into baking, maybe I can bring some stuff up for you guys every so often.”

Bucky smiled at her, his hand still on her back, “I think that’s a really nice idea.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment, Clint moving to collect all of the papers on Bucky’s desk. Katherine glanced at them, curious about what they were.. And why that man was so rude to her.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted something important.. The door was open, so I-“ Katherine’s words were cut short by Bucky raising his metal hand as if telling her ‘stop’.

“The door was open. You did nothing wrong, doll. Amato needs to learn his place, and keep his trap shut.” Bucky’s fingers on her back slowly began to caress her, sending another chill up her body.

Katherine nodded her head, though it didn’t exactly make her feel better.

“I think it was a shock to him though, hearing you talk to him like that.” Clint said, giving her a grin, “You’ll need that sharp tongue, being in this world.. Especially being Bucks girl.”

Katherine returned the grin, “Anyone who dares to calls me a bitch, will get this sharp tongue. I don’t care who they are. I’ve dealt with a life of assholes, I’m not doing it anymore.”

All four of the men began chuckling, Steve patting Katherine on the shoulder.

“No one will ever treat you badly, doll. If they do, they’ll have to answer for it.” Bucky said, the other men nodding their heads.

Katherine’s eyes looked up to Bucky’s, searching.. All she could see was a strong, kind man. He wasn’t as scary as people made him out to be. He had only been kind to her.. She almost couldn’t believe that there was blood on his hands. She gave him a small smile, nodding her head.

“Alright boys. Now that this is taken care of..” Bucky motioned towards the folders, “I’m done for the weekend. I’ve been putting a few things off, trying to get this done.” His eyes glanced back down to Katherine.

Steve chuckled softly, nodding his head. Bruce nodded his head, “It was nice to meet you Katherine, thanks for the brownie.”

Clint smiled, “Yeah, it was nice to have a snack.”

“Of course.” Katherine smiled to them, watching as all three men walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.

“So…” Bucky cleared his throat.

Katherine raised an eyebrow, turning her body in his hand to face him, “So?”

He let out a soft breath, “I’m sorry that I haven’t spent any time with you, Katherine. Business has just..” he shook his head, “It can be very time consuming at times.”

Katherine shook her head, gently resting her hand on the arm that was still around her, “Don’t. I understand, you’re a very busy man.”

He smiled, lifting the hand from her back to gently caress her cheek with a finger. Katherine’s lips parted ever so slightly, her breath getting caught in her throat.

“Well.. I intend on spending the weekend with you.” He hummed softly, “I’d like to take you to dinner tonight.”

“Is it.. A date?” She asked, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

He chuckled softly, “As long as you want it to be..”

Katherine’s lips curved up into a happy smile, “Well, we’ve got to start somewhere, yeah? I think a date is just what we need.. You need to solidify the fact that you call me your girl.” Her words were meant as obvious teasing.

“Oh? Well, you did come into my study, and call me your man.” His lips quirked into a handsome smirk, “I think we’re on the same page, don’t you?”

“Hmm.. I suppose we’ll see, depending on how well our date goes. Maybe we’ll get somewhere.” Her expression changed to match his.

“Maybe.. I’ll steal our first kiss tonight.” His words were soft, barely above a whisper.

Katherine’s cheeks darkened, “O-Oh yeah?”

“Only if you want me to, of course..” His fingers cupped her face gently, “I don’t want to force you into anything, doll.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” Her voice was soft, her eyes peering deeply into his.

“I hope not.. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met.”

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Hi just wanted to say I love your blog and I wanted to ask....if you could do one of Ohma and your OC Satomi already married and with a family. Like a story obviously not NSFW for this one but just like a happy ending like. It can be a story or like information for and maybe draw some of them. I really love your art and stories!

Sure thing I will start drawing them too so no worries I made you a story for today.

The Tokitas Part 1

Ohma Tokita x Oc

Synopsis: Ohma and Satomi reunite with each other after three years of what Satomi thought was Ohma's death. However she comes back with three tiny looking Ohmas. Ohta, Ooka, and Ooga Tokita (oldest to youngest in that order of the triplets.) are his triplet sons and he is shocked to know that he's a father. But soon after they get back to their cottage in the woods they have another addition to the family....who could it be?

Okay so this is the only pic I could find of Ohma being gentle. Okay! Stop laughing at me lol jk. Pickle I’m afraid is not in this story. I do apologize. I will post drawings later on.

Word count: 2,479

3 years have passed by when Ohma and Satomi saw each other again. Of course she was pissed off at the fact that he didn't communicate with her nor tell her that he was still alive.

Though it was a dick move on his part he really didn't want to raise her hopes up in case he really didn't make it. He had to get a heart transplant and get stronger.

But what Erioh and the others forgot to tell Ohma was that he’s also a father to triplets. Ohta, Ooka, and Oga were their names and they were born in that same order.

Satomi sat at a table still looking a little upset while Fusui and one of her relatives took the triplets to another room to take care of them while Ogm and Satomi sorted their differences.

“Omi……you have a right to be upset……but…….I was Thinking of you …..I made this decision because I couldn't bear the thought of you losing your happiness if I did end up losing my life.” Spoke Ohma softly as he caresses the top of her hand with his thumb.

“How could you really think that was a good idea Ohma …….do you know how painful it was for me…do you know how much I cried ……I suffered-

“I know…….I know.” Spoke Ohma in a soft gruff as he gently wiped away Satomi's tears with his thumb while caressing her cheek.

Satomi looked at the scar in his chest and she gently touched it. “It's beating normally…..again…….can you feel it?” Replied Ohma in a low gruff as he leans in close to her and he gently plants a soft kiss on her red plump lips.

He then tested his forehead on her forehead looking at her with such longing and desire. Satomi slowly got up and she sighs softly, wiping away some tears.

He sighs heavily and then he hugs her tightly. She sobbed quietly into his chest. He tried his best to comfort her, gently caressing the back of her head while his lips rested on her forehead. He inhaled her sweet scent.

“Don't ever do that again.” Replied Satomi in between sobs as she hugged him tightly.

“I won't. I promise.” Whispers Ohma softly to her as they kiss each other once more.

“So…..are you going to tell me……how I became a father of triplets?” Spoke Ohma with a small chuckle.

“In the last fight……you had with Kiryu…..I had fainted because I thought it was because I hadn't eaten …..and of course I didn't know you and Kiryu were fighting….so Dr. Hanafusa began to check me and …..I came back positive for pregnancy. But when I tried looking for you……no one wanted to tell me anything that had happened.” Replied Satomi quietly.

“I see……..that's why everyone looked at me with tears in their eyes…..and why I heard Kazuo Yamashita say a couple of odd things.” Spoke Ohma calmly.

“What are their names …….how old are they…..” Asked Ohma with a smile on his face.

“The oldest is Ohta, the second oldest is Ooka, and the third is Ooga. All three of them are barely 2 and they're barely learning to crawl and talk.” She replied with a small smile on her face.

Ohma chuckles as he kisses her forehead. “I just…..can't believe I'm a father. I never saw that in my life…..I'm happy.” He replied with a soft sigh hugging her tightly.

“They look like you…exactly like you.” She smiles up at him.

He chuckles and kisses her lips over and over again. After a week Dr. Hanafusa gives Ohma the okay to leave with Satomi and his three sons. The boys shyly hid behind Satomi, their mother and then it was Ohta who looked at his father and smiled.

“Dada!” Spoke Ohta as he hugged his father’s leg tightly. Ohma chuckled and he carried all three of his sons in his arms.

“Ohma….honey be careful.” She says a little worried.

“They'll be fine babe. I got them, don't worry.” Replied Ohma with a chuckle as he carried two in the front with the baby carrier and one in the back. The triplets fell asleep. Ohma held Satomi's hand as they headed out of the Kure territory to the train station.

As soon as they arrive at their home in the woods. Ohma goes and puts the triplets in their cribs. He tucks them in and then he turns off the light and closes the door. He soon goes downstairs to the kitchen where he hugs Satomi tightly as he sees her crying again.

“I'm real……I'm really here……it's me.” Spoke Ohma softly calming her down.

“ I missed you so much Ohma……you have no idea how much…..” her voice was muffled from his embrace. The next morning she woke up to the triplets giggling as he made them laugh. He soon got up and stretched.

“Hm? You're awake……I'm going out to hunt for boar meat.” Spoke Ohma with a grin on his face.

The guy was so hot to be home and to hunt for his food like usual. “It's 7am…. Quite early don't you think?” Replied Satomi with a raised eyebrow.

“The biggest ones always come out this early in the morning plus…..I want to get some training done.” He replied calmly, stretching his arms. He then cracked his neck and back.

Satomi just yawns and she lays back down. The triplets fell back to sleep as well. “by the time you get back…..I'll be up.” She replied yawning.

He only nodded his head and he walked downstairs and out into the backyard. As soon as he heard a twig snap he ran to the direction at top speed. And there he saw the biggest boar in its pack.

And like if he were a primal human he fought the animal and took it down with his own hands. He was covered in blood dragging it back to the house.

He took the hose from outside and rinsed himself off of the blood. He soon heard tire screeches of a car. He Quickly walks to the front yard and sees a black car parked in front of the house.

When he saw who it was he stood his stance down. “Good to see you again, healthy and lively my dear boy.” Replied Metsudo with a small chuckle.

Suddenly a small boy with black hair and with Kure family eyes comes out of the car and looks up at Ohma.

“Kotaro? What are you doing here?” He asked the boy confused as to why he was here with Metsudo.

“Could I speak with you and your Wife Mrs Tokita. I'm afraid it's urgent.” Spoke Katahara with a serious look.

Ohma nods his head and opens the door for them to come in. Luckily Satomi is awake and in the kitchen making some strawberry jammed toast for the triplets.

“Master Katahara…..and you brought company…..what can I do for you sir?” Spoke Satomi in her calm state.

“I’m terribly sorry for bothering the two of you so sudden….I know the two of you are trying to enjoy your reunion, your family, and your love, but I'm afraid….I need your help…..this boy….his name is Kotaro Kure….his parents abandoned him…..he was already showing signs as being a black sheep of the family like Raian….. I've seen the boy fight….he’s well observant and a genius….however if he keeps going into a dark place-”

“Just say that you want to dump the boy here already.” Spoke Ohma with a heavy sigh and nonchalant.

“Ohma.” Replied Satomi firmly.

“While I was at the Kure home I saw how everyone out casted him. Including Raian. I'm not sure about his story……but I remember seeing everyone looking down on him. However I think I made it worse when I defended Kotaro from his father and beat his father in a match.” Replied Ohma in his usual nonchalant blunt tone but he spoke the truth.

“Oh my….poor boy.” Spoke Satomi in shock quietly.

Back in the Kure Clan home Kotaro always had his guard up and while Ohma was around he would always try to be around him. Because even though Ohma didn't say much and was nonchalant to Kotaro, Ohma was like a god to him, like a strong pillar, an iron wall of protection.

“He's mute….and well for obvious reasons he doesn't speak…..or so Erioh told me that when Kotaro was born his father hit him in the throat. And ever since then the boy hasn't spoken but he was never taken to the doctor.” Spoke Metsudo in a serious tone.

The triplets were crawling around the floor playing with their toys. It was Ohta, the oldest of the triplets, who looked up at Kotaro and smiled brightly while laughing. The triplets stood up shakily and slowly stumbled and walked towards Kotaro.

“He's walking…..Babe he's walking! And not towards ….me.” Spoke Ohma excited first but then a bit bummed out seeing as his son didn't take his first steps towards him.

Kotaro shook his head no to Ohta and pointed to go to Ohma. Kotaro got even more nervous and uncertain as he saw Ohma sulk.

“Stop sulking dear, you're scaring him. Ohta will walk towards you another time. Don't be too bummed out.” Replied Satomi with a small smile as she kisses Ohma's cheek.

“Yeah…….I know.” He says still bummed out but more composed.

Though Ohma wasn't one to show affection he knew how to acknowledge some feelings and emotions. Metsudo begins to chuckle heartedly as he watches one of his most precious fangs become a mother and wife. Marrying Ohma Tokita, her true love and having triplets with him.

Metsudo saw first hand both Ohma and Satomi's paternal instincts. He was impressed as he didn't think Ohma would have any paternal instincts at all but seeing how protective and caring he was for his sons. The triplets would get into some mischief and Ohma would give them a firm look and the triplets would stop and go crawl to their toys.

“I'm impressed with the two of you becoming parents. I think…..if Kotaro would receive maternal love guidance Satomi and Ohma’s paternal guidance and strength you know giving him advice like a father would…..I think Kotaro will be fine.” Spoke Metsudo with a warm smile.

“So what is it that you want…are you wanting to make him into another fang of yours?” Asked Ohma nonchalant and bluntly.

“Ohma.” Satomi spoke firmly to him again.

“What? I'm only asking. It isn't anything bad.” He replied a little annoyed.

“I know but….why do you have to be so blunt about it.” She says calmly.

“Can't help it babe that's just how I am.” Replied Ohma with a yawn.

“No I don't intend to take him as a fang…..I just thought of helping the poor chap out. Erioh may be a close friend of mine, but I don't always agree with his decisions, his methods, nor his way of thinking. There are limits.” Replied Metsudo with a serious look.

Satomi stands up and she walks towards Kotaro. Kotaro looks up at her and blushes. Satomi kneels down to the boy's level.

“Hi Kotaro…..I know you can't speak but can you tell me in your own way how old you are?” She replied with a kind smile to Kotaro.

Kotaro slowly nods his head and uses sign language to speak to Satomi. He tells her that he's 9 years old.

“I see. You're pretty brave for a 9 year old boy….so you know my husband Ohma already.” She talks back to him in sign language being kind.

Kotaro nods his head. But looks down at his feet. “May I ask what happened to your eye?” Asked Satomi a little worried.

He speaks to her again in sign language. “After Mr Tokita left with you my father lost his money in gambling and well he took it out on me and gave me a black eye. My mother didn't do anything, she just walked away and then after that she left and so did my father.” Signs Kotaro sadly as tears start to shed his cheeks.

Satomi gently pats Kotaro’s head. “It's okay….there, there.” She speaks softly as she grabs some tissues and she wipes his tears and nose.

“Blow.” She says as Kotaro blows his nose into the tissue paper and she wipes his nose clean.

“Better?” She asks with a smile on her face. Kotaro nods his head slowly.

“Tell me……did you ask Mr Katahara to bring you here?” Asked Satomi kindly ND softly.

Kotaro nods his head. “Was it because of Ohma?” She asks once again.

Kotaro nods his head. He then signs to her again. “He was the only one who was nice to me in his own way anr he also acknowledged me …..not everyone in the Kure Clan was mean to me but it was tense.” Signed Kotaro with a sad smile.

“In other words, to you, Ohma is like some kind of protection.” Replied Satomi with a smile. Kotaro nodded his head.

“Omi……. it's fine…..let's just take him in and adopt him.” Replied Ohma calmly.

“Really?” She asks him surprised and Ohma only smiles softly and nods his head.

Satomi looks at Metsudo and smiles. “Master…..my husband and I will adopt him.” She replied with a happy smile.

Metsudo smiles as he was happy to hear that. He nods his head and leaves. Satomi has Kotaro cleaned up and with new clothes.

“Let's change his last name to mine.” Spoke Ohma calmly. Satomi nods her head. Satomi begins to make some breakfast with the boar meat from the boat that Ohma hunted this morning. Ohma helped Kotaro with his black eye by putting some ice on it.

Kotaro hugs Ohma tightly like he would to a father crying a bit. Ohma froze for a moment and then he gently patted Kotaro's head. Ohma sighs heavily and just lets the boy hug him. Soon Kotaro pulls away and smiles. He signs to Ohma the words “Thanks Dad.” Ohma says nothing as he gently pats Kotaro's head. He then goes into the kitchen to help his wife Satomi.

Kotaro sits on the couch calmly and patiently the triplets crawl towards Kotaro and they try to get up on the couch with him. Kotaro sees them but he doesn't know what to do.

The triplets reach their tiny hands to him and they somehow end up sitting on the couch with Kotaro watching SpongeBob SquarePants with him. Satomi and Ohma smile at the scene as they continue to cook together.

To be continued.....

#kengan ashura #kengan ashura fandom #my writing #fandom writing #ohma tokita #tokita ohma x oc #anime and manga #kengan ashura ohma tokita #ohma tokita x original character #tokita ohma #part 1

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time-to-write-and-suffer · 1 year ago

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What are some songs you have picked out for Sidra? /What are some key songs in her playlist?

Anon you have unironically bestowed upon me the greatest gift any writer on tumblr could ever receive: Being asked about OC playlists.

I am going insane as I type this. I hope you have a wonderful day and that some of these tunes will be to your liking!!! ❤❤❤

I also added some of my favorite/most relevant lyrics where applicable because I couldn't stop myself, hope you don't mind!

Zoë Keating - Escape Artist

The first song on Sidra's playlist, it perfectly captures her entire vibe. I love the crunchy sound of the cello, the deep notes, the tense anticipation that never quite gets resolved, and the stoic melancholy of this melody (pretentious).

Madi Diaz- Ashes

Captures the vibe of Sidra and Reese's (human FWB) doomed-from-the-start relationship.

LP - Muddy Waters

Mostly on here because I think it's pretty but also I imagine Sidra's singing voice sounds about like this.

Florence + The Machine - What the Water Gave Me

Self-explanatory inclusion, one of the songs that inspired the vibe of the faery wip from the start. Also fits Sidra's semi-suicidal attitude throughout the book.

Ruelle - Take It All and Up in Flames

More vibes, but the lyrics also fit quite well for Sidra's journey.

Lord Huron - Way Out There

Did a whole edit of this one.

Woodkid - Iron

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way I'm riding up the heights of shame I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest I'm ready for the fight, and fate

Some of the lyrics work rly well but the fuckin SOUND of this is everything. Also the name, obviously.

Heilung - Krigsgaldr

Coexistence, conflict, combat Devastation, regeneration, transformation That is the best I can do for you I see a grey gloom on the horizon That promises a powerful sun to rise, melt away all moons It will make the old fires of purification, purification Look like dying embers, look like dying embers

This song is 9 minutes long and the English bit in the middle is so hardcore, but this is my favorite bit of it because it encapsulates a lot of Sidra's purifying but also terrifying rage.

Florence + The Machine - No Light, No Light

Honorable mention to this even though it's technically in my Sidra/Val playlist. This is every #deep person's sad romance song so it's mine as well. BUT! I can't not include it because it's the entire reason Val has blue eyes lol and inspired like 90% of their dynamic back when I was only starting the story.

The rest of the songs are pretty much soundtracks from The Witcher 3, and Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice.

#a lot of these songs are spoilers if you really listen lmao #so there's that truefans #faery wip

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glowstone23b · 1 year ago

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OKAY SORRY I KNOW I SAID I’D STICK TO TAGS ON THE NAMING CONVENTION POST BUT YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU ALSO HAVE A PIGLIN OC WITH KNOWLEDGE OF POTIONS WHO IS TRYING TO FIND A CURE FOR ZOMBIFICATION ??

Flintbairn and Icarus should pool their knowledge pronto..,.,, they would be unstoppable

Also I promise I’m not completely. Unhinged I’m just excited about this!! That is so so cool?? Hello?????

Okay LITERALLY holding your hand and skipping through some grass really gleefully right now I'm not kidding when I say this excites me to no end. Oh my god? Like, I'm getting cute aggression like if you see a very little and wonderful cat you just want to squeeze it? Doing that with you

Anyways. Drawing Flint and Icarus together right now we're going crazy (I'm kidding, but for real if you have a design in mind for Icarus, I'd be happy to help you get a visual on em ;))

I promise I'm also a very regular person with very regular interests that I am normal about and I'm not unhinged either! Unless it's piglins, then maybe. But only then!

And it's alright if you're a little nervous to reblog with text or send an ask but I'm glad you did!!! Like!!! You're a person who my blog was made for!!!! Let's GOOOOO!!!!! That makes me so unbelievably excited!!!! I'm generally pretty chill and I try my best to be kind to everybody (remember to eat and drink today please), so I like to think I don't come off as intimidating? Though my long paragraphs of rambling may scare some people off, lol. Thank you for saying hello!!!! Hi!!!!! Can we talk about naming systems and your oc please *kicking my feet, twirling my hair*

That's all, I'm just excited about it and I have no idea to express it other than using phrases like "rotating in my head", "microwaving him", et cetera. Complete nonsense because regular words don't have the capabilities to hold the emotions I feel. I promise I can type better and more eloquently than this, but sometimes I get a little too excited for my own good ^^;;

ALSO GET SOME SLEEP! I hope you are resting. Or have rested, I forget when you reblogged my post, but I'm someone who'd also stay up til 3 reading about piglin naming systems so I'm one to talk I guess, lol

#piglin #minecraft #piglin oc #glowstone23b asks #you rule never forget that #phenomenal human being over here #also if the discord server in question from your tags last time is minecraft lore centric or something along those lines i'd love to check-#-it out if it's open #otherwise i would just love to discuss random nuances and lore and whatnot with you #worldbuilding is a blast #smooches the very top of your forehead like a little ouppy or perhaps a kitten if you comply #if not i just make little excited wavy hands at you from across the room #or both #it may be the neurodivergence but hey

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taegularities · 2 years ago

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Hello, lovely Rid 💕💕

I'm here to ramble to you about your ramble in response to my ramble lmao.

First of all, we really do think alike apparently, because I also checked the wordcount of my feedback before sending it and it's probably the longest one I've ever written and will ever write. Even without all of the quotes it's like over 2k words, I really don't know how to shut up 😭😭😭

Thank you so much for taking so much care to write such a thoughtful response, Rid 🥺🥺🥺 I always love reading your responses to feedback, and not only my own, because everyone points out different things and you give even more insight into the story and your writing process. I can just read about your stories forever, even when it comes to commentary about them.

I watched the mv for 'when you're gone' and I totally agree with you that that scene matches OC's mood in the beginning of the chapter very well 😔😔😔 It also matches the way I was reading the Valentine’s day drabble, smiling at how adorable they were when I knew how we left off in cmi6. I've said it before but I'll say it again, the thing that hurts the most is knowing how happy they're able to make each other and seeing how they're now hurting each other instead 😭😭😭

Also about the rambling to my sister lmao. Cmi is the first fic I've properly talked to her about (she reads fanfic too, just not bts ones) and I was fully ranting to her about how Jungkook was keeping everything in and trying to be strong until he couldn't anymore, and now he's ignoring OC, I don't think I've ever ranted so much even about a real life person lmao. I might have not painted him in the best light because of how mad I was though 😔😔😔 But I probably will just ramble about how cute he is to her later on when everything works out 😌😌😌

Also also everyone has been adding onto the sadness and angst here and I don't know how they do it, because every time I even think about OC with someone else or just them being even sadder I want to cry lmao. But I still love reading everybody adding to the chaos, I can't lie.

Last but definitely not least, I feel like I haven't properly checked in on you in a few days, so how are you doing, Rid? 🥺🥺🥺

I MISSED YOU (she says after just 2 days lol), honestly, i was gonna shoot you an ask today lmao but since you're here, i can just say it now: i hope you're doing well! how's school going? <3

2k even without the quotes? i don't deserve you fr 😭 no but seriously, i copied it into a doc, and thought, kay, must be around 2k, like all of it (which is already a lot) BUT 5.7K.... and it was like 10 pages long !! i went "awwh" out loud 😭

and thank you 🥺 i was even thinking of making a smol commentary one day, when i've got the time, bc i could talk about them forever 😭 i really love reading everyone's reviews and theories, bc sometimes it makes me rethink things that i didn't consider even while writing.

ikr? i spent my teenage years crying to 'when you're gone', and i kinda remembered the song when you pointed out that 'he can be comfort even now' bit :( and you're actually so right. might argue that it hurts even more to relate it to the vday drabble.. especially, considering what's still to come.

hahaha i get it 😭 after that chapter, it was hard to hold a high opinion of him, bc he did kinda fuck up :// but yes, i promise you, there are gonna be scenes and chapters that are so fluffy, it'll be almost disgusting, really. it's so cute that you ranted about it to your sister hahaha i really love that you're so invested 🥺

I KNOW! it's amazing how everyone was ready to jail me for all the angst... yet, they keep coming up with scenarios and songs that break me for good 😂 i wasn't as much in pain when i posted the chapter as i am now hahahah

ahh i'm okay, ivi, thank you for asking! i think the biggest reason for my bleh mood was that i'm... very bored. i've been feeling pretty unproductive since i took this super long break after graduation and quit my last job. which is why i'm lowkey excited (but also very scared lol) to start my semester next week and my job in may! will join you in your academic misery hahah but yeah. i'll be busier, but i'm looking forward to it, bc i do like being busy! hope you're all good, too 🥺🤍

#i LOVE the chaos everyone adds to <3 #and i love you !! <3 #notes for rid 🌹#ivi <3 #fic: colour me in #long ask

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onlyswan · 4 months ago

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i am SO SORRY for how long this message will be

dearest art,

please forgive me i’m literally just copying and pasting my thoughts about dreamboat part 2 from my rb tags (from my other account) so !! i just cant stop thinking about it and you deserve all the compliments in the world.

while reading i was just thinking about how the phrase in another life is one of the most cruel things to exist. everything you could’ve been, and all these versions of you exist; but you’ll probably never meet.

“in another life i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”

“in another universe we’re sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, writing a grocery list”

i also immediately thought of taylor swift’s songs cardigan & peter!! especially these lyrics and how they parallel each other:

tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy // forgive me peter, my lost fearless leader

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line // forgive me peter, please know that i tried; to hold onto the days when you were mine

- the goddess of timing, once found us beguiling (from peter) THIS ONE RIGHT HERE!!!!

here are all the lyrics from cardigan that encapsulate the feelings i had while reading:

- i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss; i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long

- playing hide-and-seek, and giving me your weekends

- your heartbeat on the High Line, once in twenty lifetimes

- you drew stars around my scars, but now im bleeding

i could literally talk about the song peter and how a majority of the lyrics fit so well with the dreamboat characters:

- and sometimes it gets me, when crossing your jet stream; we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, in different galaxies

- cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned

- promises oceans-deep, but never to keep

if the timing was right, if life didn’t cast its cruelties. nothing is more devastating than knowing you’ve found the right person, but the timing was just never right; its out of your reach now. all those what-ifs that haunt in the middle of the night. i hope whatever happens to dreamboat jungkook and oc, that its kind and they can finally, one day, be at peace.

now im just rambling and projecting but to give you the tldr: rip my heart out why don’t you lol. but in all sincerity, this was so beautifully written and such a bittersweet story that i will be thinking about for a long time. as always, tysm for sharing your gift with us all, its a privilege and honour to see <3

sending you all my love!! 🌱💌✨

my heart is bursting and i want to squeeze you in the biggest bear hug😭🫂❤️

“in another life” “in another universe” were invented by hopeless but hopeful lovers in my head </3 the way it speaks of regret and/or longing that can only be cured by imagining themselves across time and space 😭 so gutwrenching and cruel truly. the second example!!!! </3 they could’ve been that

okay so i finally listened to peter and you said were gonna grow up and you were gonna come find me + i won’t confess that i waited but i let the lamp burn 🥲 really hit me hard along with the ones you shared. except dreamboat!jk was told not to wait and well…

i hope whatever happens to dreamboat jungkook and oc, that its kind and they can finally, one day, be at peace.

crying like a baby </3 they deserve the absolute best in life and i hope life could be gentler with them truly

🥹🥹🥹 and i’m so grateful to all of you for dedicating your precious time to reading my works. it makes me so happy and so honored. love you to bits and pieces!! 💖🔐

#spoiler alert #art’s post office ☁️#feedback: dreamboat <3 #geminirum <3

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citrustan · 3 years ago

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lovefool [4/6] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook × reader

genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut

summary: your boyfriend’s pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none? some lesbianism, JK is upset and so is OC and everyone else idk

note: yes i extended it to a 5th chapter because i like cliffhangers also, i'm not done writing a proper ending to the book lol ily sm though

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“_____, just remember that before you, it was me.”

It’s almost like Jungkook didn’t hear her say that because the next this he asks is if you wanted to warm your, now cold, croissant up. Your head was still buried in his chest and at this point, you’re afraid to look him in the eye. What if his expression gives his answer to Yuna? You genuinely don’t want to know. At this point of time, for your own sanity, all you want to care about is that Jungkook has confirmed his feelings for you, not once but twice. Yet you find it difficult to follow through. “Yes, please,” you affirm.

What? You deserve a tiny treat.

Jungkook’s cold hands slide up your arms, earning a whimper from you. He squeezes your shoulder before pulling you away from him and examining your tear-stained face with your tinted lip gloss smudged on your chin. Your pouty expression warms his heart a little. Jungkook wipes your chin and cups your cheeks with both his hands. You already know he wants to stick his tongue down your throat.

“I like you a lot,” “I’d sure hope so,” “_____. I’m serious. I need to know what you’re thinking now. I don’t want you to feel less important to me just because of- of her.”

‘What in the world was Yuna talking about?’ ‘Did you date?’ ‘Have you hooked up with her? It doesn’t matter but it explains the attachment, strike that, entitlement.’ ‘What do you like about me?’ ‘Why me?’ ‘Did you like her the way you like me now?’ ‘Is she classist?’ ‘Does she hate me because I’m significantly poor?’ ‘Does she think I’m a pushover?’ ‘Does she always manipulate you?’ ‘Emotionally manipulate you? Taehyung? Who else?’

“I… really want the doughnut- the croissant.”

He stares at you with determination, expecting you to say more.

“Please?”

“_____. This won’t work if you don’t talk to me.” It’s like he’s scolding you. He has this pouty-frowny thing going on. You can’t tell if he’s feigning sadness or frustration or if he’s actually upset.

You break out of his grip, “I’m fine. We. We’re okay. To me.” “I don’t believe you,” “Well, I don’t know what you want me to do, JK, we’re okay,” “I want us to be GOOD. I want you to talk to me, _____.” “Oh, my God. Fine. We’re good. I don’t know how to tell you I’m good.” “Why do you sound upset?”

He won’t stop pushing. Isn’t this what you wanted anyway?

“I’m mad at myself for letting Yuna get to me. That’s on me, not you or her.” Lies.

“I don’t buy that.” “Why?”

Your croissant is crying.

“Because I’m not stupid. Neither are you. I’m trying to get you to open up to me, I need you to talk.”

He’s a good boyfriend for this. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“_____, not every conflict or- or a little hurdle has to be a fight. This is a misunderstanding. This isn’t going to turn into an argument. I just really, really want to understand where you’re coming from.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow. I swear, I’ll call you this time. Please go ahead with your little rendezvous.”

“_____...?” “I’m serious, I promise I’ll see you later. Monday. I’ll take only an hour of your time and then you can focus on those assignments.”

You need to get out of there before you start crying on your boyfriend’s shoulder again. Crying is okay, you know that. But you are not about to trauma dump on this man. He deserves an explanation and not complaining. Even though he’s asking for it.

Jungkook stared at you, hurt. “_____, don’t shut me out, please.”

“I’m not, I really need to think before I speak,” “No, I don’t want calculated thoughts, show me what you really feel,” he attempts to hold your hand but you step away from the table, so he ends up grabbing a chair. “I’m not going anywhere, _____.”

And you’re thankful for that. “I- yes. I’ll see you.”

You couldn’t get over that one thing he said to you. The stuff about fights. Now, that hit you like a ton of bricks. You avoid talking because it involves being very raw, emotionally. Like, really talking. Your ‘talks’ would turn into violent arguments back at home so now, you run from ‘talks’. You’re afraid Jungkook will find out what you’re really like. He’ll see all the ugly in you and bolt. What would he think if he finds out the real reason you’re so far from home?

You’re not the ideal ‘family oriented’ woman he likes. Like Yuna. All he’s known is Yuna. What are the chances that he won’t drop you after you finally discuss your own behavioural issues with him? Of course, to an extent, you owe it to him. You can’t force him to stay or leave, nor change his perspective of you. You can’t expect him to baby you and help you relearn how to deal with emotions like an adult. He doesn’t have to do any of it. Why trap him in with your emotional immaturity? You can’t change overnight. You will keep things bottled up, now, tomorrow and probably much later on in the future too.

This is why you never could do relationships. Jungkook was just unlucky enough to be your first. Soon, he too will get sick of your self depreciative mentality. You don’t even realise when it happens, it just does. You need a therapist and a father, not Jungkook. That’s a huge burden you’re unwillingly going to put on him. You cannot have him feel guilty and upset for your discomfort when you’ve caused it to yourself. You take everything very personally. In your defence, this was a personal issue, but even then, you know this wouldn’t work long term. You have a lot of growing to do. By yourself.

Jungkook runs after you to offer you a ride back home but you’re already gone. You just vanish. Croissant forgotten.

The sound of the cars and buses fade out in the background as thoughts of doubt and uncertainty about Jungkook and your relationship and Yuna bounce around in your head.

As soon as you enter your dorm, you’re greeted by your roommate… shagging another woman? In the living room? On YOUR couch?

You were too stunned to speak. (wink wonk)

From the day she moved in, with her parents on her tail, setting things up for her, to the last time you saw her, which was a day ago, you’ve thought of Sana to be this super religious, mean, straight person. Her parents. They looked just as strict as yours. Were they not typical Catholics? You barely talked so you had no choice but to form your own opinion on her.

You’re staring at them. The blonde had this stranger’s (she’s a stranger to you) nipple in her mouth, her eyes directed towards you. They remind you of Jungkook’s.

“Do you want to join in?” she rolled her eyes.

“What…?” “By the way you’re staring at us, you look like you need some,” “N-n, I don’t ‘need some’, I- this is a…” you gulp. You’re almost sweating.

“I’m going to my room.”

There was only one bedroom that you both split into half. Her side was decorated with religious artifacts, it creeped you out at the first glance. You attached a beaded curtain as a partition. Walking to your side of the room, you immediately grab your laptop to set up your appointment with Dr. Min. You don’t usually ask for extra sessions. You’ve never asked for an extra session.

Dr. Min’s assistant replies almost immediately, confirming the timing for the session.

For a hot minute, you almost feel like it was all a mistake. Maybe you are overthinking this. You’ve been so oblivious and selfish, wound up in your own little world, you don’t notice everything around you.

Now, when you think about it, Sana has extended a hand to you numerous times, you were too stupid to notice it. She’d cook for you but you’d end up watching a movie together in silence. You’d cook for her too, but you’d both eat separately in different rooms. She would wake you up for class whenever you slept through your alarms, never forget to buy your favourite snacks and never asked to pay her back; but you did either way because she isn’t your sugar mommy, and she even let you use her back massager.

Jungkook hadn’t texted you once since you left. You don’t know what to feel about that. You expected him to call you or message you to make sure you’re home safe or to ask whether or not you’ve eaten. This is what you wanted though. It helps your judgement to stay unclouded.

Sana knocks thrice before entering, “Sorry, I need the bathroom.”

You shrug as in to say ‘of course’.

You’re going through your makeup drawer to find your Maybelline waterproof mascara because you’ve predetermined your tears during your session with Dr. Min.

Min Yoongi is the psychiatrist that your psychologist works with. You felt a better connection with Dr. Min compared to your originally appointed psychologist. So, you switched to him.

“Boy trouble?” you hear from behind you. Turning around to find Sana’s date/girlfriend smiling at you. You tilt your head. How did she guess that? “How do you know?” “It’s Jungkook.” “No, I meant- how’d you- wait, you know him?” “Everyone knows Jungkook,” “Oh.” “Yeah, oh. So, what’d he do? Break your heart? He’s notorious for one-time things or flings, never seen him with a girlfriend before. Everyone knows you two now. I’m not surprised he cheated.”

What?

“He cheated?” Sana asks from the bathroom. “No? I mean- I don’t, he did not cheat, no.”

“So, why were you sobbing so hard last night?” “I was not!”

Sana, now in the room, blankly stares at the back of your head. You pout at her through the mirror. “It’s not Jungkook. It’s me feeling insecure about Yuna’s whole… existence.” you flail your hands.

The date/girlfriend gives Sana a knowing look.

“What?” you nudge her. “What are you looking at each other for?” you whine.

“Rumour has it that Jungkook and Yuna slept together and Yuna rejected him when he asked her out.”

That’s a dangerous rumour. You can already feel yourself shutting down. “Shut up, that’s not what happened. Nobody knows anything for sure. It’s a rumour.” Sana jumps in. “And, had that been the case, they’d be together by now, yeah? This rumour has been going around for two years now.”

“Mhm, well. I don’t know, it was Chaerin who told me that,” “Chaerin’s an idiot.”

Well, at least now you understand what she meant by ‘before you it was me.’

You don’t want to think.

“_____. Don’t listen to her. Just forget everything she just said. None of it is confirmed, just ask Jungkook. He wouldn’t lie to you or deliberately hurt you. He’s a womanizer, well, was, but he’s not a bad person.” Sana sits on your bean bag with her legs folded.

“How do you know Jungkook? I thought you were a freshman?” you sighed. “I’m not. I just moved closer to the campus. I’m in Jungkook’s year.” Oh.

“_____, you look very tense. Let us help you destress!”

You stare at her, wide eyed. Destress?

“Lie down!” “Oh, my gosh. You’re embarrassing me, leave her alone, I have to live with her for two more months.” Sana panics, making you giggle.

“She laughs!”

You continue beating your face while engaging in conversation with the two girls.

Soon, you leave for your appointment.

Back at Jungkook’s apartment, he spends his day sipping on expensive wine. To Yuna’s disdain, he has cancelled on everyone so they all collectively decide to forgo the trip. He insisted that the others still go but they refused. Yuna didn’t want to go without Jungkook either. A silly little trip.

Taehyung sits with Yuna in her apartment, spinning a basketball on his finger.

“I can’t think when you do that in front of my face, Taehyung.”

He raises a brow, “I’m halfway across the room.”

“What are you thinking about? How to break _____ and Jungkook-ie up? Because that’s not happening.”

“Hm? Why not?” “So, you are really thinking about it?” he frowns. “Of course, not. I don’t know why I just can’t stand her all of a sudden.” “Are you perhaps starting to ~like~ our little Jungkook?” he teases.

“There’s nothing remotely close to little about that man.” “Hey, gross-” “I didn’t mean it that way!”

Taehyung whistles, “You didn’t answer my question.” Yuna seethes at the thought of you and Jungkook.

“I don’t know.”

Taehyung didn’t expect that answer from her.

“You don’t know? You either like him or you don’t,” “I don’t know, Tae, I can’t understand this.”

Taehyung pulls his phone out to Google; how to tell if you’re in love.

“Do you want to kiss him?”

Yuna stares at him. She does. “Yes.”

“Does spending time with him make you happy?” “Duh.”

“Do you think about him a lot?” “I don’t know, I don’t remember?”

“Well, in that case. Snap out of it. Now is a terrible time for you to start feeling this way. Maybe it’s a sudden crush or attraction you feel towards Jungkook caused by this- this dry spell you have going on. You had your chance.”

Yuna looked angry, “Taehyung, I can’t control my feelings.”

“You can control how you act on them. You can control your emotions and not let it bring out the worst of you.”

Silence.

“_____ doesn’t deserve this.”

“Why would I care about her? Why would you care about her?”

“Yuu, Jungkook likes her. Hurting her will hurt Jungkook’s relationship. He’s happy with her. Do you want to be the homewrecker?”

“Get out.” To which Taehyung doesn’t object.

“You can’t just kick people out when they disagree with you. You’ll end up alone. I’m telling you this because I love you-” he walks over to her and pats her head, “-and so does Jungkook, but not in the way you might want.”

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hello! just wanted to let you know that i've been a fan of your art for many years. you're one of my favorite artists and i keep your username on a little .txt (along with a couple other artists) so i can always remember who i look up to and who i hope to become as good as someday.

i love your art. all of it. even the transformers fanart, and i don't even like transformers. i especially like your choice in colors (and i never see anyone comment on it!! it's such a key component to your style and nobody talks about it!!) but i also take inspiration from your lineart and poses. the way you draw teeth is unsettling but it grabs the viewer's attention, it might as well be your style's trademark.

i'm an artist, too, and i'm not nearly as popular as you are. (... probably because i'm only on twitter, i post infrequently, and when i post i only post ocs lol.) i just want to say that you've been one of my biggest inspirations and your art drives me forward. it reminds me that if someone can continue as long as you've been going, then i can continue, too.

i haven't always had a tumblr account. i made a couple just recently, and today i remembered that you exist, so i came to your blog. and read through it. all the way back to 2019. and liked several of your posts. so if you see a rando that liked a bunch of your old posts and left you a follow, that would be me. ^^;

since i didn't have a tumblr account, how did i know about your art? well, a lot of it (mostly your JJBA fanart) is on pinterest. some of it is even credited 😭 (pinterest users are notorious for reposting fanart without linking back to the creator). so yeah, your art is on pinterest, sometimes it's credited, sometimes it isn't. but yeah, you've got a ton of fans on pinterest that can't make their presence known to you. we all support you from afar until the day we make tumblr accounts.

this got long. sorry for being weird. i promise i'll buy from your shop and support you more directly someday, but for now i remain a broke nerd. don't feel like it's necessary to respond to this, i just wanted to let you know that you inspire a lot of people, even though you probably already know that.

your art is wonderful and i encourage you to continue with it! please stay safe and take care of yourself. and... thanks for reading my little essay ^^

Ohhh Lovely Anon;;

This is genuinely so, so sweet, and I've been thinking for two hours now how I should even reply to this because I'm very touched by it ;_;

Thank you so, so much, seriously. I'm happy you like my colours, that's honestly a great thing to hear because I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with them;

It means tons to me when people enjoy what I do, whether I can see it or not, so this all means so fucking much to me; I don't know what to say really other than Thank You a million times over, seriously. You people have been keeping me going for years now by just enjoying stuff I doodle <3 I've found my drawings on pinterest before too when looking for refs of characters and it means a lot to me that there are people like you who go out of their way to find me still ;__; Thank you!

And you don't need to buy anything from me at all <3 I appreciate anyone looking at stuff I've made! Thank you so much for taking the time to write me such a lovely message!

I wish you the absolute Best for yourself and your path as an artist, always keep on doing what you love no matter what, and keep up your OCs!! <3 That's so powerful of you!! <3<3<3 Take good care!!

#Lovely Anon #I genuinely don't know what to say imr eally touched #sorry this is such a short answer but it means so much and i just dont know what to say without repeating myself;;

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Gradation, Part 4 | JJK

Gradation, Part 4

gra·da·tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another –Source: Merriam-Webster

✮ ✮ ✮ Gradation Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: BF2L; slow burn; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 9.4K+ words

Warnings: FWB; making out; breast play; fingering; clit play; protected sex; riding; cuddling; psychotherapy session; fluff; excessive angst; pining; thirsty thots; secret hookups; JK and OC nearly get caught; excessive cussing; some alcohol consumption

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: Thank you for all the love you’ve shown for Gradation!

Some time jumps occur--Just trying to move the plot along as I'm anxious to get to the next few parts LOL!

I also highlighted most of the predominant themes/warnings on this chapter so please proceed with caution.

It was the middle of the afternoon and Jungkook fell asleep on the hammock after another surf session. You sat on one of the lounge chairs texting back and forth with Taehyung, as he commented and liked every photo and video that you’ve posted to your social media page.

[Tae]: I’m so jealous! 😩 I wished I could ditch this stupid project! Promise me you’ll let me know when you plan on going again because I want to come with youuuuu!!!

As you type your response to him, an incoming video call from Hobi comes through.

“Hey, Hobi!”

“What’s uuuupp!” He says in a sing-song tone.

“I hope it’s not too late over there.”

“Nah, you know me. I’ve always been a night owl. How’s paradise?”

You turn your phone camera to show him the view.

“Wow…that is amazing.”

You turn the camera back to you. “Did you get my pictures from the summit?”

“I did. It never disappoints! Looks like Jungkookie had a good time there.”

“Yeah, he did. He’s passed out right now and asked me to wake him up before dinner,” you look back at him still fast asleep, snoring on the hammock--his hammock, he says. Your hike and other afternoon activities tired him out.

Hobi chuckles.“Always good to get a nap in. And how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Uh huh,” he responds skeptically.

“No, really. I’m having fun. Jungkook has been great company.”

“Glad to hear it. You both deserve a break.”

“Thanks. We didn’t realize how much we needed it.”

“Since you’re on a high, I have more news for you. Good news--that is. The last place that we checked out? It took a little hardball on my end but…they’ve accepted your offer,” he finishes with a big grin on his face.

You clasp your hand over your mouth in genuine surprise. “Oh my gosh, Hobi! You are a miracle worker,” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s great! You’re coming back to a fresh start and Stella is still my friend so, it’s a win-win,” he chuckles, as he pours himself a glass of white wine.

“You’re the best,” you say as you clutch your chest.

“And don’t you forget it. The bank should get all the paperwork done in a couple days so all you need to do is sign on the dotted line and we’ll go into escrow when you get your butt back here.”

“Thank you. Thank you...I--,” you start getting choked up. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

“I’m just happy to do something for you. I know that the last few months have been rough...”

“Hobi…”

“No, YN…let me finish. Now, I know that you and I don’t have the same relationship that you and Jungkook have and it looks like he’s already doing a great job of taking care of your needs--”

You inwardly cringe at that last part.

“But you know I would do everything that I could to see you happy again. And shit, if it’s making a million calls or taking care of some of your business out here, I’m more than happy to do that for you.”

You sniff and nod in agreement.

What he’s not telling you is that he refused the commission on this sale. You were his sister so he decided to use his own percentage as a bargaining chip to secure this property for you. And his gamble paid off.

Hobi made a profitable living in his line of work and just on principle, he could not and would not take your money.

His eyes start to get misty as well and he quickly dabs the corners with his fingers. “Ok, truthfully, I did not mean for this to be a sob-fest…I really just wanted to deliver some good news to you.” He raises his glass to the camera and toasts to you and takes a sip of his wine.

You choke out a soft chuckle. “Yes, yes you did. I feel like it’s not enough that I say thank you for everything that you’ve done for me but--”

“Seeing you smile again makes my heart full. That’s more than a million thank you’s worth to me.”

“I love you, oppa.”

“I love you, YN.”

***

Your days in paradise wane as your flight back home approaches.

Today, you spent most of the day packing your things and to avoid excess baggage fees, decided to send (mostly Jungkook’s and the soulmates’) Hawaiian snacks and souvenirs by overnight parcel.

No Dole whip for Jimin, sadly. However, you promised him that you’d look up the recipe and figure out how to make it at home since one of the items that they managed to grab after moving your things from your old house was a soft-serve ice cream maker.

It was one of the few items that Taehyung suggested you add to your wedding registry as a joke to find out if anybody would actually buy it for you.

Since you’ve been preoccupied most of your final day in Hawaii, you were fully aware that neither of you hadn’t had any sexual contact at all as opposed to the last couple days--which, to say the least, you spent more time with your bodies pressed against each other than not.

And the kissing? Oh, you couldn’t get enough of it. It brought your desire to heights you never thought possible. It felt just as good, if not better than when his mouth was between your legs, though you also didn’t mind the latter’s payoff.

It was good that the villa that you stayed in was a detached structure. Otherwise, you blushed at the thought of what the neighboring guests would think had you shared a wall. Not that you and Jungkook cared since nobody around here knew you anyway.

After ensuring that most rooms were emptied of your belongings, with the exception of some basic necessities, you walk by to see Jungkook laying outside on the hammock, a familiar scene through this whole trip, listening to the ocean waves crash into the shore.

You step out towards him to let him know that you did a final sweep and that you just need to roll your suitcases out in the morning.

After giving you a satisfied nod, he reaches out his arm towards you. “Lay with me?”

“Is this sturdy enough for both of us?”

“Eh, who cares? Just hop on.”

You carefully put your weight on the hammock as he scoots over to make room for you. He lifts his arm slightly to allow you to snuggle up to that nook, as you’ve done more times than you can count in the last few months.

This time, you weren’t feeling sad or anxious. You were content. And not just because you were laying in his arms but there was a certain calmness in your mind that you hadn’t experienced in a while unless you were medicated.

“What are you thinking?” He says as he lazily stroked your arm.

You took a deep sigh. “I’m thinking that…the last few days have been the happiest I’ve had in a while.”

“That’s really good. I’m glad.”

“What about you? What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“No,” you chuckle, “For real, what are you thinking,” you coax.

“That is what I’m thinking, for real. I’m glad that we went on this trip together and that you’re slowly feeling better again.”

Yes, you suspected that all the sex may have altered your levels of serotonin and dopamine causing your mood to shift but you weren’t going to get into complexities and just wanted to enjoy this moment in time where nothing could possiby ruin it.

“I’m kind of excited to get back. I’m starting to feel good about looking forward to things again. And Hobi called me to say that I got the place.”

“Wow! That’s really good news, YN! I’m happy for you,” he says as he squeezes you closer to him.

“Thank you. It’s a new beginning. I’m not gonna lie, I’m really anxious but more excited about it.”

“I think that’s valid. You’re kind of starting over in a way but the good thing is that you have people who love and support you and will help you with whatever you need so you won’t feel completely lost.”

“Thank you, Kook. That means a lot.”

“Of course,” he says, continuing to stroke your arm and burying his nose in your hair.

“I’m going to miss this,” you say wistfully.

“Which part,” he asks with a devilish lilt to his voice.

You chuckle. “The view. The food. Spending all of this time with you,” you say as you start fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“M-hm,” he says.

“What?”

“Miss I-kissed-you-because-I-wanted-to,” he teases.

You pinch him on his pectoral. “What? You said the same thing!”

His chest booms with a hearty laugh. “Fine, fine. So…does this all just stay here?”

You exhale deeply and think about it for a minute. “I mean…I don’t think we should bring this back with us. Wouldn’t it be weird,” you ask as you look up at him to gauge his reaction.

“Yeah…these things usually don’t end well,” he says regretfully.

You groan in agreement. “Ugh. Yeah, you’re right. Why did we even do this?”

“I blame it on Hawaii,” he jokes.

“We probably shouldn’t come back here, ever again,” you respond sarcastically.

“You make it sound like it was all bad,” he mutters, slightly sounding affronted.

“No, of course not! I guess, it might be more fitting to say that it was good while it lasted,” you look back up at him again.

He doesn’t answer but returns your gaze instead and urges you closer to his lips. This kiss was slow...leisurely. You were in no hurry to come up for air.

You relish this kiss, as if you took your time to memorize each curve, each crease of his lips. And his tongue…the way it licked and explored your mouth, it’s as if he starved to taste you every time.

This time was going to be the last…and you both had to accept that.

******

You laid in bed, tossing and turning. You and Jungkook agreed to sleep in your separate rooms, after that makeout session on the hammock. You both decided that you had to cut off all sort of sexual contact beginning tonight, before heading back home in the morning.

You contemplated taking a pill to help you sleep but then you remembered that you had already packed it away in your suitcase. You begrudgingly get up from your bed to retrieve it so you could at least get a few hours of sleep on a bed. You never slept well on planes--at least not without a little alcoholic assistance.

As soon as you step out of your room, you see Jungkook doing the same.

You both stood in the middle of the room and instantly felt that familiar, magnetic pull that you’ve been trying to fight most of the night.

“I was just gonna get something from my suitcase,” you try to explain unnecessarily.

“Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head. “Not a wink.”

You were dressed in some cotton boxers and a tank top while all he had on was a pair of basketball shorts—and you could tell that he wasn’t wearing anything else underneath because you’ve spent enough time in the last couple of days familiarizing yourself with his dick print.

“Why are you up and about,” you ask him, trying to distract yourself.

“I was thinking about watching some TV out here for a bit,” he says, scratching his head.

“Oh, ok,” you say, noncommittal.

“You want to join me?”

You thought about it and the best decision would have been to take your pill, knock out, and not sit out here with shirtless, commando, Jungkook watching TV.

“Yeah, why not,” you shrug your shoulder.

He makes his way to the sofa and props his feet up on the ottoman while you stop by the mini fridge to grab yourself a drink of water. You know...because you were thirsty.

“Anything in particular you want to watch?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you say as you make your way to the couch and sit about a foot away from him, also propping your feet up.

He silently chuckles at the space that you put between you two.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says as he tongues his lip ring.

He continues to flip through channels and settles on a documentary about African penguins. The narrator was droning on about how they were mostly monogamous creatures unless breeding failed, in which case they would go off and find a new partner to mate with.

“I’m hungry. Gonna get a snack,” he says as he gets up to return to his room.

You knew that he packed a few treats in his carry-on just in case the snack package that you shipped out this afternoon was going to be delayed. After a few minutes of scrounging around his room, he re-emerges empty-handed.

“Changed your mind,” you ask, briefly looking away from the TV.

“Yeah. I didn’t really want to look puffy in the morning,” he responds as he lazily plops back on the couch, now sitting close enough to you where your thigh touches the silky, soft material of his shorts.

As he props his feet back up on the ottoman, his body shifts ever-so-slightly towards you so your shoulders touch--making you squirm in arousal.

Geez, it was just his shoulder!

In an effort to try to stay focused on this penguin documentary, you reach over to take another sip of your water. The bottle was ice-cold when you took it from the fridge but now large beads of condensation have built up on the outside while it sat on the coffee table. As you tilt it back to take a swig, drops start to fall on your bare thigh.

Suddenly, you flinch when you feel him swiping the stray water droplets with his finger across your skin towards your knee.

It made you moan and in an instant you were moving to straddle his hips to kiss him. He nipped at your lower lip, then thrust his tongue into your mouth, holding you where he wanted you with his hand cupping the back of your neck.

Hunger coursed through your body, something you hoped to control but clearly couldn’t.

His hand reaches between your legs and palms you. Your body jerks in reaction to the sudden aggression. He continued to massage your aching heat, deciding to slip his fingers up your shorts, that provided him easy access.

You whimper as you felt him slide your panties to the side and rub his skilled fingers against your dripping flesh.

“Fuck, you’re this wet already?”

“Just shut up and grab a condom,” you spit out.

“So bossy, aah—“ he groans, as he feels you grind onto his erection.

“C’mon, Jungkook…please,” you whine petulantly.

“I already did,” as he produces a foil packet from his pocket.

It turns out that you were the snack that he actually had in mind when he came up empty-handed from his room.

He gives you a smirk as he sees the realization set in your eyes.

“Fiend,” you tease.

“I only learned from the best.”

You get up off him to shed your bottoms as he pulls down on his waistband to put the condom on. And you were right, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

You mount him again but before lowering your hips on him, he slides two fingers into you to stretch you out for him further.

After several agonizing pumps of his fingers, he pulls them out and guides your entrance over the tip of his cock.

Your jaw slackened as you felt him enter you, inch by inch. His face, also strained, biting his lip as he felt your walls squeezing him.

As you start to roll your hips towards him, you bend your neck down to kiss him again, deeply, as if your life depended on it. He breaks the kiss, moving his arm to arch your back while the other lifts the hem of your top to bring up a nipple to his mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” you drag the words out as your arousal courses through your body like electricity.

He lifted his head and watched you with eyes darkened with lust as you rode him.

“You feel so good, YN. So fucking good,” he drawls.

He gripped your hips and urged you to lean backward, making you open up more and take him in deeper, pushing you closer to your orgasm.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as he hits your core with each thrust.

He pressed his palm flat below your belly, touching your throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb, rubbing slow, calculated circles on it. Your whole body clenched and sucked him in deeper.

You open your eyes and look at him with heavy eyelids. He looked so delicious beneath you with his neck leaned back on the couch cushion, sweat beading on his forehead as your hips met every thrust of his.

“Shit, YN,” he bit out, his teeth grinding, “I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“I’m right there with you,” you choke out as sweat broke through your skin. He was so deep, you couldn’t stand it. Your body didn’t care as your walls started trembling around him as you edged closer and closer to your climax.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his as you continued to ride him. Both of you, lost in each other. It was the ending of something that had just begun. For reasons that you had both agreed on, you decided not to complicate things for both of you when you returned from your trip. Your friendship was important to both of you and the thought of going into a secret fuck-buddy situation was not appealing to you…no matter how good the sex was.

And my god, was it good! Every inch of your body was dripping with moisture. It was as if it was in mourning, knowing that this was a final farewell-fuck of sorts before things went back to normal.

“Oooh, fuckkk,” you scream as your body goes into spasms while your orgasm rips through you, gasping his name. He watched you fall apart and held your gaze as his final thrusts pushed him to the edge of his own climax. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” he came as you did, hard and ferocious.

He pulls out of you gingerly and discards the condom, grabbing a tissue that was on a corner table next to the couch and pulls his pants back up while you put your own clothes back on.

He sits back down and urges you to sit on his lap again, and you oblige. He curls up to you and pulls you into an embrace. For a moment, you just held each other, waiting for your heart rates to calm down.

As you come off his chest, your eyes lock after you brush off sweat-moistened strands off his forehead. You kiss him tenderly then graze the tip of your nose to his. No further words were exchanged. They weren’t necessary.

******

Hobi called you the morning of your flight informing you that the home sale paperwork is ready for you to sign and the bank was hoping to get everything processed before the weekend. Since you were flying back in the middle of the week, time was of the essence. He suggested that he pick you and Jungkook up from the airport instead of Jimin so you could head straight to his office.

Jungkook didn’t mind tagging along. This was a huge milestone for you and a few extra minutes signing paperwork was worth the wait.

After several signatures authorizing the release of multiple thousands of dollars, Hobi finally drops you both off back at Jungkook’s place.

Jimin and Taehyung were already waiting there as Jungkook handed them his keys in case of emergencies.

“Heeeyyy,” they both yell as you walk through the door.

“We brought some dinner for you guys,” Taehyung says as he sets some dumplings on plates.

“Tae, you didn’t have to do all of this fancy plating. They’re all going in the same place,” you joke.

“Oh, c’mon. It’s the least we could do to thank you for all the snacks that you brought back with you,” he says with a laugh.

“The tracking information says it should be arriving in a couple hours,” Jungkook says as he drags his suitcase into his room.

“Good, because I saved my dessert stomach for this,” Jimin says.

“Well, let’s dig in then. I have some beer chilling in the fridge. YN, I know it’s not as good as the mai tais there but here you go,” Taehyung hands you a glass of wine.

“Mm, thank you Tae,” you hum as you take a sip of that crisp rosé.

As you dine on the dumplings that they brought over for dinner, the courier arrives delivering the snack box that you mailed the day before.

Tae excitedly opens a box of his chocolate-covered macadamia nuts while Jimin starts snacking on Hurricane popcorn.

While they snacked, you regaled them with stories from your vacation, glossing over certain details. Neither you or Jungkook, missed a beat. It was just like one of your regular hangouts--jokes, snacks, drinks, and more snacks. You all agreed that you all had to schedule a vacation together soon.

The topic of your move also came up and the soulmates were thrilled for you. You suggested hosting the holidays at your new place, to which all of your friends looked forward to.

At the end of the evening, Jungkook offered up his couch for your friends to crash on but they ultimately declined as they figured you wanted to recover from your vacation before you got back to work. Not to mention that you had to start packing up your things and sort through your storage rental in preparation for your impending move to your new home.

“Tired?” Jungkook asks as he shuts the door after saying your final goodbyes to Jimin and Tae

“Yeah, but the good kind of tired. I feel recharged, ironically.” You took a seat at one of the barstools on the kitchen counter.

“That’s good. Are you going back to the office tomorrow,” he walks over to the kitchen and leans his back against the sink, facing you.

“Not quite. I didn’t have any meetings scheduled so I asked Yoongi if I could work from home the rest of the week and he said it was fine. Are you going in?”

“Yeah, I have to stop by tomorrow and check on how that new startup campaign is going. We also just started planning for the new exhibit for the City Museum and I’m supposed to meet the curator on Friday. Lots of things rolling in--but it’s all good though. It’s exciting work and my team’s been working really hard,” he momentarily checks his phone for any incoming messages then promptly puts it away.

“I hope the vacation hasn’t backed up your work,” you ask with a hint of guilt.

“Nah, are you kidding? Whether or not I take a vacation, the work will never go away. At least I had a great time,” as he stared at you.

Heat rises to your cheeks.

“Yes…it’s definitely the best—” you stopped yourself right before you said best sex you ever had and instead settled on: “One of the best memories that I will hold on to.”

“Mm-hm…It’s definitely something that I’ll never forget either.”

You stare at each other in awkward silence. You decide to break it first.

“Well, I’m glad we had this talk. I’m gonna go and unpack.” You quickly hopped off the stool and walked to your room.

“Right. Uhm…I’m going to go take a shower.”

***

Jungkook closes his eyes, bows his head, and sighs as the water pressure hits his shoulders…in an attempt to clear his head. It’s short-lived because he starts to replay your last conversation. Flashbacks from the night before enter his thoughts. His cock twitches at the memory of his veiny hands caressing your skin. The sounds of your moans and ragged breaths as he brought you to the brink of your climax…he feels the blood start to rush to his cock as he thinks about your lips wrapping around--

“Geez, get a grip,” he mutters to himself as his eyes fly open and mentally smacks himself back to reality. “That’s all over now,” as he addressed his dick directly.

As he turns around to reach for the soap, he is startled by the shower door opening. As the shower steam clears, he sees your naked figure standing in front of him.

“I don’t know about you but my body still feels like I’m on Hawaiian time.”

His eyes rake you from top to bottom. As he stares back at your eyes, he looks to be having some sort of internal debate with himself. As you’re about to lose your nerve, he surprises you as he bites his lower lip.

“C’mere then.”

***

Jungkook was in his room checking emails while you decided to cook a late-night snack. All this sexual activity has caused you to become ravenous afterwards.

After searching through the fridge, you decided on some stir-fried noodles since you still had some leftover frozen vegetable mix, bacon, and kimchi.

It’s been a few minutes while you stand in front of the stove, waiting for the bacon to render when you feel the tip of his nose touch the base of your neck, which catches you by surprise.

“Mm…smells good,”

“The bacon?”

“Sure, that too,” he says as he gently caresses your elbow with his fingertips, causing you to feel wet and needy in an instant.

“Need help with anything,” you feel his warm breath on your ear.

“Mm, I think I can manage,” you say with as much self-control as possible when you pick up the bowl of vegetables to put saute in the pan while he still stands behind you.

“You sure? Because I can be very helpful,” he teases as he kisses the exposed skin at the base of your neck. You gasp while tingle runs down your spine.

At this point, you have the presence of mind to turn the burner off and move the pan aside and finally turn around to face him. His mouth, an inch away from yours while he cages you around the kitchen counter.

“Jungkook, I think we need to have another conversation.”

“Okay.”

“We should probably sit down,” as you motion him over to the couch.

He raises his eyebrows and walks over to the living room and sat down facing each other. As you both get comfortable, you grab a pillow and put it on your lap to try and calm your nerves.

“So, I know that we talked about just leaving things back in Hawaii...but--“

Now it was your turn to rub the back of your neck in anxiousness.

“But what are we doing?” Jungkook interrupts. “I mean, what happened in the shower was…woooh,” he says, while raising his eyebrows and puffs air out of his cheeks.

‘Woooh’ was right. You close your eyes momentarily and drag out a sigh so as not to get distracted by the memory of him pounding on you against the shower wall…Why couldn’t you just say it?

“We’re friends…having sex,” you pause. “Good sex, I would think?”

“You’re asking me,” he looks incredulous as he points to himself.

You groan in discomfort. “Ugh, please don’t make this any more uncomfortable for me than it is,” you say as you attempt to use the pillow to hide your embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he says as he pulls the pillow down from your face.

“Yes, I agree—that it’s good.”

“I guess the question is, if this is something that we would like to keep doing?”

“I’m not opposed to it,” he says without missing a beat.

His answer catches you off-guard. “Well that didn’t take you long to consider.”

“Are you opposed to it?” He immediately counters.

“No,” you say simply while you feel that familiar flutter in your belly.

He cocks his pierced eyebrow, trying to stifle a smile but nods instead. “Good.”

“Now that we’re in agreement on that, I think that we probably should set some ground rules of sorts. Would you be okay with that?”

“Yeah, I agree,” as he leans on his elbow against the couch.

It was clear that you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, try as you might. But you thought it might be prudent to set some rules or limits since you were no longer in a place where you could just slip in and out discreetly whenever you had the urge.

“First--kissing.” you begin.

“I like kissing you,” he says matter-of-factly.

“I do too,” you respond as heat pools between your thighs, thankful for the pillow that covered your legs.

“So we agree that kissing is fine but maybe we should not do that in public,” you added.

He nods in agreement. “Fair enough.”

“That also means, no other forms of PDA.”

“Fine,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“Chim and Tae?” You ask, tentatively. “You think they sense anything?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think we gave them any hint earlier to cause any suspicions,” he says as he fidgets with his lip ring.

You purse your lips then nod your head.

“In any case, I don’t think that we should, you know, say anything. I think it might just complicate things…” he trails off.

“Yeah, I totally agree with that. Keep things simple, right,” you look at him reassuringly.

He shifts in his seat, continuing to chew on his lower lip. “What about… if and when we start dating other people,” he says, gazing at you.

The question floors you. You hadn’t really thought about that since technically, you were supposed to already be married at this point in time. The concept of dating was a pipe dream to you up until this point.

You come up with the most practical solution that you could think of. “Well then, it would make the most sense to just stop, right?”

He stares at you, unmoving.

Now it was your turn to shift in your seat. “I mean...we use protection all the time, and we should keep doing that. And when one of us starts seeing other people, we need to be upfront about it so there’s no mixed signals.”

He nods. “Right. And speaking of no mixed signals, if one of us is uncomfortable or not in the mood, we should say that outright, too.”

You immediately respond. “Totally! Consent is important and comfort level is as well. We should be good about communicating that. And no lies,” you added.

“No lies—ever,” he raises his eyebrows, trying to drive the point home.

“Good,” you look down for a moment, trying to let this conversation sink in.

“What about ‘us’,” he asks quietly.

“What about us,” you repeat as your head pops back up to look at him.

“I mean…are we still—‘us’,” he looks at you earnestly.

Nodding you say, “Jungkook, you’re still my person. Nothing’s changed the way I feel for you. And honestly, if one of us is having second thoughts at this point, we should stop this right now. No lies, right?”

“No lies. I just wanted to make sure that we don’t lose this,” he gestures between you two.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship either, which is why I think it’s important for us to establish that this is something that we both want. And if not, well…we’ve had our fun. We can just move on.”

Move on. Move on from kissing him, touching him, feeling him all over you. Was it really that easy?

“Okay...” he sounded tentative.

“Okay--what?,” you ask him, trying to get some clarity.

“I meant, ‘okay,’ I’m in if you’re in,” he responds.

You nod, dazed at the thought that you were really doing this...with Jungkook, no less.

“I need to hear you say it,” he utters…in the same manner when wants to know where you want to be touched, what makes you feel good, or if you were going to cum for him.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes,” you say a little too breathily. After a beat, you clear your throat. “Should we shake on it,” as you hold your hand out to him, suddenly all business-like.

He takes your hand and grips it gently to shake it. Suddenly, he yanks your hand which makes your body jerk towards him, which makes your breath hitch. Your face now within an inch from him, he leans forward, giving you a light peck on your lips. But he doesn’t pull too far away, so you kiss him again—ardently. You cup his neck to pull him in closer as his hand moves to the small of your back. The contact was electric and sent heat coursing through your body.

“Bed?” He asks.

“No.” Your answer catches him by surprise. “Here’s fine,” you say matter-of-factly as you shrug your sweater off.

“Alright then. Sit tight,” he excuses himself to grab some condoms from his wallet.

***

You tapped on the keypad nervously as you stared into a dark screen with block text that read, The host will let you in shortly.

Your therapist usually started promptly but today, she was running six minutes behind. No big deal. Finally, the screen flickers and the little swirly icon comes up signalling you that your doctor was in the process of entering the virtual room.

“Hi, YN. I’m so sorry for running behind. We had a bit of a connection issue not long ago,” she says apologetically.

“Oh, that’s alright. It’s my work-from-home day and I wasn’t really waiting long.”

“Well, regardless. I appreciate your patience. So, how was your trip,” she jumps right into it.

“It was really good. I kept repeating this to anybody who would listen but I didn’t know how much I needed it until I got there and experienced it.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Sometimes a change of scenery helps boost your mood.”

“It did, it really did.”

“Good. So, since we last spoke, have there been other changes to your status,” she asks as she clicks her pen, preparing to jot down any therapy notes.

“Uhm…” you hesitate and grip the sides of your laptop’s keyboard as you sort through your thoughts. And yes, many, many things have changed since you last spoke. But you weren’t comfortable divulging that information to her just yet.

“I’m moving soon.” That was major enough information for you that you were comfortable sharing.

“Oh? That’s good,” as she starts jotting notes down on her notepad. “You previously mentioned that your brother was helping you find a new home.”

“Yes, he has--I mean, I have--found a new home. I just signed the documents the other day and…yeah, moving soon once that designated waiting period is done.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I’m nervous but excited about it as well. I’ve been living with my friend for the last three months so I’m really looking forward to finally getting my own space. Something that’s mine again.”

“Were you feeling uncomfortable there?”

“No, no. That’s not what I meant by my last comment. I was thinking more along the lines of—I’m getting back on my feet, I’ll have my own space. This is actually the first time that I’ll be living on my own.”

“Really,” she raises her eyebrows.

“Yeah. After graduation, my job was local so I stayed with my parents. My ex—I didn’t move in with him until we got engaged. I spent many nights at his place and left a few things there while we dated but I never really moved in full-time even though he asked me.”

“And why is that?”

“I think, subconsciously, I thought about what my parents would think—moving in with somebody whom I wasn’t married to or at least engaged to be married to. Or maybe I was worried about what the rest of my relatives would say to them. I was afraid of scrutiny, I guess.”

“Hmm,” she jotted more notes down. “Was Derek your first serious relationship?”

“I’ve dated in high school and some in college. I even introduced a boyfriend to my family back then but—yeah, I guess you could say that he was my first serious relationship.”

“And when he asked to marry you, what made you agree to move in with him then?”

“Precisely that. We were getting married—he,” your fingers gesture air quotations “Sealed the deal, so to speak. I felt some assurance in that aspect.”

“Had you not before that,” she rested her chin on her hand.

“It’s not that I didn’t. I loved him and would like to think that I put a lot of effort into the relationship. We were both really into each other but we had both just graduated and getting a headstart on our careers. I didn’t want to hold him back especially since he was feeling some pressure from his family—they wanted him to run the company one day and I fully supported him in that.

I guess I was thinking more like—I’m probably not number one priority right now given his family circumstance so I didn’t want him to feel like he had to get sidetracked because of me.”

“Did his family dislike you?”

“No, no. I never felt any animosity while I was around them. I’ve always had a good relationship with each of them.”

It was the truth. It wasn’t just in your head. Yes, his family had money but they didn’t look at you like a piece of shit. You pushed Derek into the same direction that his family wanted him to take. You were great at family functions. You mingled with the right people, told the right jokes. You were the perfect girlfriend.

“Had they tried to reach out to you after the wedding?”

“Well, first of all—there was no wedding,” you caught yourself right before going on the offense and immediately dialed down the growing hostility in your tone.

“And secondly, they tried to but I wasn’t really up to it. I was in no condition, I was told. I think my brother fielded those calls, I’m not sure. At some point, I decided that it wasn’t necessary to maintain contact since I hadn’t heard from Derek anyway--but we had discussed this before.”

“Right, I have that in my notes,” as she lifted a page that was folded back. “I was only hoping to get some additional context. So, going back to your relationship with Derek—were you alright with not being his first priority?”

“I wouldn’t say that. Of course there were times when I wanted him to spend time with me but he couldn't. We started off intensely and it sort of waned not long after we graduated. Actually—I even suggested that we take a break since I felt that he was feeling really pressured at his job but he begged me not to. He said that he needed me.”

“Hmm. How did that make you feel,” she cocks her head to the side.

“At the time, it felt good to be needed. To be chosen. So, I stayed.”

“Why?”

“I loved him,” you said simply. “I wanted him to succeed…and if he thought that I could help him get there, in whatever capacity, then I would.”

“And what about your career? You said before that he was pretty influential. Had he helped you in any way?”

“No. And although his family was influential, I never really saw Derek as somebody who pulled strings like that. But, to answer your question, he made some suggestions and offered but I told him that it was unnecessary. For instance, I love my job and I was very lucky and happy to come across it when I did. I wanted to earn it and not get it because Derek’s dad had a hand in it.”

“Do you think that Derek resented his family’s influence?”

“I mean, I don’t know whether he did. And if he did, he didn’t tell me outright. I didn’t love him because of that.”

“And why did you love him?”

“I loved him because he told me that he wanted to take care of me. I spend most of my energy caring for my family and my friends. And just to iterate—I love my family very much and that’s my love language—but hearing him say those words…I guess in a way, I was looking for a person who would take the reins from me.”

“But you say that you felt that he didn’t put you first?”

“I thought that, yes. Before he started working, he did put me first. And when he asked me to marry him, I thought that was him putting me first.”

“Did you still think that you needed to keep one foot out the door even after the engagement?”

“I don’t know if I did. I mean, we moved in together. He bought us a house...I tried to make it into a home. That seems like something that a good wife would do.”

“But he was gone a lot?”

“A fair amount. He was finally moving up the ranks and not due to nepotism but he felt that he was finally earning the respect that he deserved. So I stepped back a little and let him enjoy the fruits of his labor.”

“Did you feel excluded in a way?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Did you ever verbalize that you needed him the way he did to you?”

You paused to think for what seemed like ages. “No, I guess I didn’t. Maybe I should have.”

“Did you actually need him? Or did you just think that because you felt that whatever he was feeling at the time needed reciprocation?”

“To a certain degree, I needed him. But I wasn’t about to bust through the doors and tell him to drop everything and pick me.”

“And why not, if he loved you, like he said he did?”

“That job was practically waiting for him since he’d been born. I just felt like, it wasn’t my place to try and usurp that. Besides, my friends and my family filled those gaps so it wasn’t like I needed his 100% all to myself. If he gave me 50, 30 percent that day, then others made up for the difference. I never felt that my life was lacking.”

“But why wouldn’t you demand 100% from a romantic partner? Especially one whom you were to spend the rest of your life with?”

The question dumbfounded you. “I…don’t really know how to answer that.”

“Can you try,” she probed gently.

You inhaled sharply. “Derek had a life before me and I had a life before he came along. I just…didn’t feel the need to turn his whole world upside-down to accommodate me. I’m one person--that’s my perspective.

For instance, my best friend of about 20 years—he’s been around most of my life. Then Derek comes along and says that I shouldn’t be so close to a man while I’m romantically involved with another. He’s my friend then all of a sudden just because my boyfriend says it, I’m suddenly not supposed to speak to him anymore? It was not gonna happen.”

“But relationships are about compromise, no?”

“Right,” you acquiesced. “And—because I loved Derek, I did compromise. I didn’t see my friend as much and by some happy coincidence, he had his own job and a girlfriend at the time that preoccupied him. I didn’t feel like I was abandoning him in a way and he seemed to understand because he saw that I was in a committed relationship.

So that placated Derek during the early stages of our relationship. Eventually, he grew used to him and my other friends’ presence. It wasn’t much of an issue from that point on.”

“And your friend--it’s Jungkook, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You say you’ve been friends for 20 years. That’s quite a long time, especially for a male-female dynamic.”

“Yes, it is.”

“And within that whole time, was there ever a hint of any connection beyond friendship,” as she rubbed her chin.

Suddenly, the room’s temperature felt like it increased ten-fold. You are now regretting the oversized fleece-lined sweatshirt that you wore to this video appointment.

“I didn’t think so. I can’t obviously speak for him but he didn’t really give me any signal or inclination that he wanted something beyond friendship.”

“How is your relationship now?”

You swallow the giant lump that had formed in your throat. Focus, YN.

Either the room temperature had reached a boiling point or this computer just started overheating on your lap. You decided to shift positions and set it down on the coffee table in front of you instead.

Still leaning forward after setting the computer down, your elbows resting on your knees, “I’d say that he’s probably been my rock throughout this whole ordeal.”

“That’s a pretty bold statement.”

“I disagree. I think it’s actually an understatement.”

“Oh? How so,” she briefly takes her glasses off to wipe some condensation off.

You took a deep breath to keep your composure as you tried to rattle off every single selfless act that your best friend has done for you.

“There...aren’t enough words to describe how much he’s come through for me. I definitely felt like I hit bottom months ago and I settled at the bottom of that hole. Everybody kept trying to coax me out of it. And he was--certainly the most persistent,” you nodded and caught your bottom lip with your teeth as a teardrop rolled down your cheek.

“He just--would not leave me there,” you let out a humorless laugh.

You sniffled and wiped the tears away. “He kept his grip on me and dragged me out of there. I was dead weight and he still dragged me out.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself--suddenly feeling a cool rush of air.

“I don’t know if I could ever repay him.”

“Mm,” she writes more notes down.

“I’m not trying to stray away from Jungkook and I will broach that topic with this. Do you have any close girlfriends?”

“Not really. I did back when I was growing up but ultimately, I never really took to them like I did Jungkook.”

“And why is that?”

“Well…the thing with some girls—the ones I’ve dealt with—is that when you approach them, they instantly try and analyze where you fit in their little world. Are you the sweet one? Are you cool? Are you the smart one? Are you the type that boys go after? They try to figure out how they compare to you.”

“That’s a lot to unpack there. Can you expand on that?”

“Like--subtle things. They look at the way you dress, the way you act, or talk--how you wore your hair…and when they’re done with that assessment, they treat you accordingly. I always felt like there was a catch beneath all of the smiles and hugs. For a while, I played that game but I just grew tired of it.”

“But Jungkook was not like that?”

“Jungkook...he never looked at me the way those girls did. He just saw me for me. No false pretenses whatsoever. He wanted to be around me because he simply wanted to and not because he thought that he could get something out of me. And I felt the same towards him--he was just that--a friend. A friend that I didn’t need to impress or try to mold myself into whatever cutout of...of life that he had in mind.

It felt good. And to be honest, I don’t even know why I had thought to deviate from him and tried to be some quote, normal girl, who needed a pack of girlfriends to get through life. It turns out that it was completely unnecessary for me.”

“He sounds like the perfect friend,” she looked up at you from her notes.

“He would probably beg to differ,” you chuckle. “He’s always so hard on himself. And--he’s been through a lot as well. It wasn’t always a smooth ride for him but he’s worked very hard to get to where he’s at now and I’m very happy for him--genuinely. For him to continue to include me in that...I think it’s fair that I also include him in my happiness--whenever I get there again.”

“You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself either. You’re here and you’re working at it. It’s all part of the journey. Some journeys are like quick trips, some take a little longer and could include many detours. It’s a whole process. Alright?”

You nod at this.

“So, we’ve come up on time. Let’s pick this back up again next session, okay? I think at this point, it might be good to taper these meetings. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I agree,” you say confidently. You were feeling a lot better and have come a long way in over two months. Your medication was helping, you were on the right track.

“Good. I’ll have my assistant call you for my next availability sometime tomorrow.”

“Thanks, doc.”

“You’re welcome. Have a good rest of your afternoon, YN,” as she ends the virtual meeting.

***

At the City Museum offices, Jungkook walks into a conference room 10 minutes early to prepare for his meeting with the curator and his team. He checked in with one of his staff to make sure that all materials were ready for the pitch and that his presentation was plugged into the screens. This was a standing contract so the meeting was more to iterate on visuals for the new exhibit that was to be unveiled in two months.

A few minutes later, the museum staff walk through along with their curator. Jungkook approaches him with a handshake and brief hug.

“Jungkook-ssi, good to see you,” he greets him, his left dimple visible as he flashes a smile.

“Namjoon-ssi, how have you been?”

“Busy time for us, as you can see,” as he throws his hands up.

“Oh, I bet,” Jungkook commiserates.

Kim Namjoon has been the City Museum’s curator for the past three years. He and Jungkook met during one of the launches for an exhibit. Jungkook had only been a junior staff then and the museum account was one of his first client-facing meetings. Namjoon had been very impressed with Jungkook’s innovation and modern approach to each campaign.

Now that Jungkook has risen up the ranks, Namjoon personally requested that Jungkook primarily handle the promotions for all of the museum’s new and limited-time exhibits as the museum benefactors had also been equally impressed by his work.

Needless to say, they also struck a friendship since that first meeting and hung out occasionally, when time permitted.

“How was your vacation?”

“It was--really good.”

“And you went on that hike, as I suggested?”

“Yes, I did. Wow--you weren’t kidding about the view.”

“Right? It’s priceless.”

“I agree,” he nods.

“Listen, we should catch up over drinks soon. Hit me up later?

“Yeah, for sure!” He gives him a smile and a bro-handshake as Namjoon takes a seat next to his colleagues.

Jungkook scans the room, making sure that everyone is settled. As soon as the assistant closes the door and switches the lights off, he takes a deep breath to begin his presentation.

“Good afternoon, everyone! Thank you all for coming to this meeting.”

***

Two weeks later

At your new condo, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin are helping move your things. It was a short escrow, one of the best things that Hobi negotiated so you didn’t have to wait long to actually move in. Money has been transferred from your bank to the previous owners’ bank the week prior. Everything was cleared and now, here you were, in a space of your own, with your best people helping you settle.

It was a bit of a whirlwind but you were at least able to purchase a new bed and a new couch and had them delivered within a short period of time. Your dining furniture was a tad delayed but luckily, the previous owners had left a couple of barstools that were still in good condition by the breakfast counter so you wouldn’t have to eat all of your meals on the sofa.

You were in the kitchen rearranging your cupboards, retrieving some mugs and silverware that you kept in storage.

Repositioning the couch a few feet away are Jungkook and Taehyung--whose back is to you.

Taehyung abruptly stops to stare at Jungkook.

Jungkook, feeling the balance of weight tip over more to his side, he starts to complain. “Taehyung, what the fuck? This shit is heavy.”

Taehyung continues to eye him suspiciously.

Finally, Jungkook releases the couch with a huff and throws his hands in the air. “What? What are you looking at?”

“You had sex,” Taehyung blurts out.

You freeze which causes you to drop a fork.

“What?!” He coughs out as the color drains from his face.

Taehyung keeps his attention on Jungkook so you hurriedly crouch down to pick up the utensil.

You stay crouched on the floor behind the counter for a bit as you inwardly cringe, thankful that it was serving as some sort of shield for you as you try to compose yourself.

“Wh-what do you mean,” Jungkook tries to play dumb.

You slowly get up peeking from behind the sink and see that Taehyung still has his back to you. You and Jungkook make brief eye contact. It doesn’t seem like Taehyung noticed so you proceed (more like pretend) to continue organizing your utensil drawer while you discreetly listen to their exchange.

“Don’t play dumb. You heard me,” he says in a hushed tone. “You met somebody while you were in Hawaii.”

“Uhh--” His eyes subtly dart towards your direction again but he’s careful not to make it too obvious.

You widen your eyes and shake your head furiously at him, noting that you were trying to communicate from behind Taehyung’s head.

“What’s going on? Why do you have that look on your face?” Jimin remarks to Jungkook as he walks through the door with another box of your stuff.

“JK got a little action in the islands,” Taehyung says.

Jimin puts the box down on the floor, straightens up to look at Jungkook then slowly gives him a devilish grin but it quickly fades.

“Wait a minute…wasn’t this supposed to be a healing trip for YN? When did you sneak out to hook up,” he says in an equally hushed tone.

Jungkook tries to play it off.

“It’s not really a big deal guys,” as he bends over to try and nudge the couch again to straighten it out.

“Is she hot? Are you going to keep seeing her,” Taehyung asks excitedly.

Jungkook stops, straightens his back to look at Jimin and Tae who are anticipating his response. You chew at your bottom lip as he tries to come up with some believable excuse. Jimin also has his back to you—both he and Tae seemingly oblivious to your silent panic. You have an internal debate as to whether you should interrupt now and try to distract them.

“Uh… you know what,” Jungkook finally says after glancing at you. “We had our fun but she and I ultimately agreed that--it wouldn’t work out--realistically since I live and work in the mainland and all. And you know I don’t do long-distance.”

“Been there, done that,” he quickly adds with a nervous chuckle, hoping he has thrown off their scent.

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest in suspense.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Jimin finally says while Taehyung nods.

You quietly release your breath that you realized you have been holding this whole time as relief washes over you and Jungkook’s face.You then clear your throat, jumping at the opportunity to distract them further.

“Anybody hungry? The rice is almost done and I can fry some spam and eggs?”

“Yeeahhh,” they say in unison.

Mission accomplished…for now. When in doubt, food is always a perfect distraction for these two. You felt bad lying to your friends and you weren’t sure if they would understand why you and Jungkook had entered into this “agreement.” That would be one conversation you hoped to delay for as long as you could.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 4 years ago

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How about mikasa with a Pregnant s/o? I hope you get better btw!

Ah thank you anon! I hope I do aswell! And I love mother kasa concept! :D

『Mikasa with a pregnant s/o』

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[ MAJOR! AOT SPOILERS UP AHEAD! ]

THIS CONTIANS MAJOR SPOILERS REGARDING TO 139 AND CHAPTER 138

- after you guys left the survey corps,she practically BEGGED you both to be parents. And all thought you wanted to, you wanted to spend some years alone with her.

- Ever since Eren passed away, your girlfriend never smiled the way she used to. But that all changed when you told her you were pregnant with a baby girl. This woman bursted into tears smiling a smile you hadn’t seen in a while. She picked you up and spun you around the room kissing you as you to began to cry tears of joy.

- You told her you were pregnant with a small version of her scarf, hinting at it. And as soon as she got it, she looked at you shocked, making sure you were serious, “d-darling are you serious..?” She said a small smile on her face. She looked at the small scarf and the baby clothes that laid in the box that you gave her as a gift, twirling around the outfit examining it.

-you gave her a soft nodd as you wiped away a tear, “Your going to be a mommy” you said with a smile. She put down the baby clothes and looked at you, still in shock. “Your not joking R-right!?” She said a bit more happier. “No I’m serious!” You said, beaming with a smile.

-she scoffed a bit as tears began falling down her face. Mikasa smiled as she picked you up, twirling you around, while crying tears of pure happily ness and joy. “T-this is all I’ve ever wanted” She said, kissing you while wiping away the both of yours tears.

- Throughout your whole pregnancy, all she would do would show you support in every way possible. She may be a bit over baring at time but this woman just wants to insure that your safe and well token care of. If you try to even pick up something, she’s scolding you, saying its dangerous and what if you fall or trip? All you’ll hear is, “y/n! Be careful dear! Let me take care of that.”

-Oh you best believe she gives you baths. One wrong move and you could get hurt, to her at least. Mommas wants to take care of youuuu ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა! Plus, if you think she’s overprotective then, SHEESH BUDDY YOUR IN FOR A RIDE DURING AND AFTER PREGNANCY.

- This woman goes out her way to make sure you and the baby are safe. She doesn’t like you going out into town since a ton of people would crowd there and god for bid if someone knocks into you.. Let’s just say they are gonna get beat to the ground.

- For names, i think she’d like something unique, mystical even. I think she’d like something like a word that means a unique feeling, like the word Heriath; Homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was. That’s my OC’S kid with her’s name anyways lol. Lacuna, Moira, jouska and others i think she’d like! You suggested if it was a boy that you wouldn’t mind naming the baby after Eren. She turned to you and smiled saying that she loved the idea of that, but, she couldn’t call him that without bursting into tears. You understood completely and was accepting of that aswell : D

— AND BOY OH BOY WHEN YOU WERE IN LABOR- Mikasa tried her best to stay calm. You both decided earlier on to have an at home birth with (just in case) a widwife to make sure you were okay. She held your hand and hugged you as you gasped for air, pushing as hard as you could. Mika would tell you things like “It’s okay baby.. your doing such a good job..” hike holding your hand, reassuring that you would be okay.

- When the baby came out, all you both could do was cry. I’d say if its a girl, she’d look more like mikasa with black hair and her Asian eye shape with your eye color. But if it was a boy, they’d look more like you with mikasa’s eye shape and mouth shape.

- She knows how sentimental of a moment you both as parents were experiencing, so she made sure you as the one who gave birth should hold the baby first. She kissed your head as you held the baby, caressing your hair.

- when mikasa held the baby, the first thing she did was wrap the baby in her red scarf. After Eren died, she turned the meaning of the scarf around. Eren showed her how to live, so she made a promise to show you how to live. And now that she has a baby, another piece of family, she vowed over her life to keep the both of you safe and sound.

- Her first words to your both’s baby was “I will always protect you, I promise you, over my life” She was so happy to be a mother. After all the chaos, she was so happy to finally live peacefully with the person who she loves the most.

- She has SO MANY DAMN RULES FOR WHEN ANNIE AND ARMIN COME OVER LMAO- No holding the baby standing up. All sharp objects aren’t allowed on you when touching the baby. No turning into a titan or she’ll cut off your face (these mainly apply to Annie LMAO) But after a while she chilled down. Annie was allowed to hold the baby ofc ofc.... Under MIKASA’S supervision ÙnÚ.

— the day your baby first walked, mikasa Litteraly cried at how big they had gotten and you had to calm her down like “Mika! Chill they aren’t even 1 yet and your already acting like they are going off to join the military!”

- Oh and speaking of military, your baby’s not going into the military- Hell n o. Momma mika would lose her shit even at the thought of her baby going out into gunfire. So if you wanted a military baby, sorry its not happening with her kid.

- The baby’s first words were “Muma” which was when they were referring to you. Everything this child does makes her so emotional. Litteraly even if the baby just picks up a spoon she’s almost in tears. She a proud momma dont let her down >:3

- I think our both’s baby would call her a unique version of mom. Like they would call Mika “Ummie” or “ummuma” But sometimes they’d just call her “mommy” so your momma and she’s ummie and mommy. (Lmao you call mikasa mommy too dont lie ;)

-OMI- YOUR KID AND ANNIE AND ARMINS KID ARE LIKE BEST FRIENDS. Your baby loves when they come over so they can see armin and Annie’s kid :D! AND OML- YOUR BABY LIKE LOVES ANNIE- She calls her “auntie awnnie” and always likes pulling at her bun while mikasa just stands and watches from the kitchen, eyeing annie down making sure she ant gonna touch her bby 😤

- Your child LOVESSSS Annie’s titan roar and everytime she comes over, they beg for annie to turn into a titan and do the roar. All you’ll hear is, “awuntiie awmmie! Titan! Titan!! 🥺” While annie rolls her eye with a small “fine” As she goes outside and transforms into her titan, roaring while your chid giggles. MIKASA HATES IT SO DAMN MUCH- SHE’LL ALWAYS SAY “You better be careful or I’ll kill you”

- of course, over the years Mikasa lightened up to annie and they are now best friends, but she cant help it... Over protective strong momma. but she wont allow armin to do it since his titans to big and dangerous ad trust me armin completely understands.

- Overall, she’s such a good momma. Always caring for you and her baby, making sure you both are safe and okay. She wouldn’t ever wish for a different life when she’s with you, and the sweet little one you two made <3

BRO THIS WAS SO LONG TO WRITE -

#aot #attackontitan #aot4 #mikasa #mikasa x reader #ackerman #mikasa aot #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #attack on titan #mikasa headcanons #mom MIKASA #mother MIKASA #mom reader #mikasa x pregnant reader #mikasa x reader mom #child MIKASA #Ackerman #x reader

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elius-learns-to-write · 4 years ago

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Heyy! Can I please request a fem reader x avengers, oc is a single mother with a child of 2 years old but the avengers dont know that until the reader needs to see her child in a work time, after that how the kid gets along with the avengers, the kid is more closer to nat and cuddle nat a lot<3 I don't know if is too long but thank you anyway💐

I normally just write for teen!reader but I will do this at some point because I really like the idea, thank you for your request Bestie I hope you enjoy even though this is short (I didn’t really know what to write) <3 so this is obviously a fem reader one but I hope you all still enjoys besties! this is probably really bad because I am so tired so I might re write it at some point. I don’t know I just want to sleep lol

Worlds Best Mum

You were a single mum

I should probably expand on that a little bit

2 years ago you had given birth to a beautiful little girl

you didn’t know who the father was but that didn’t matter because as soon as you gazed into her big brown orbs you knew that it would always be you and her against the world

What you had forgotten to account for was the fact that you were trying to save that world

Thank god for babysitters

“Hey jessie you’re free right now right? Good because work just called and it’s an emergency, I left her with the woman next door, I’ll pay you extra I promise” even with the teens reassurance that they loved looking after Amy you couldn’t help but fear that one day they wouldn't be free to look after her because as nice as Mrs Norris was she wasn’t exactly who you would want looking after your child.

The other problem having a child was the privacy

As much as you adored the team and would of liked the experience of living in the tower with all of them

It just wasn’t a place to bring up a toddler

Not living in the tower often meant being late and often using the same line every time

The door to the conference room swang open as you barrelled through it muttering apologise to Stark who had only just began the meeting “Sorry I’m late the traffic was bad and I,” before you could finish the team interrupted you “couldn't find your socks”

As much as you tried to avoid the avengers meeting her just incase the word got out that a hero had a child and she would become a target

They all had their suspicions

“Is that a dummy in your bag?” Sam had asked you after going into your bag to find the moted you made on the last mission so he could type them up in his mission report, “uhhhhh yeah it helps me relax” you replied, voice rising an octave a clear indicator of your unease and hesitation.

You held Amy’s teddy behind your back after realising that it had been in there from dropping her off to nursery “you liked stuffed animals now?” joked Clint already guessing your situation as when he first started his family he had the same trouble hiding it

“Wow Y/n you sure do look cool with a childs sock hanging out your pocket” joked Bucky, how the hell did that get in there? Oh yes Amy was going through that ‘I’m not wearing socks’ phase. God damn it

So when they all officially found out it wasn’t how they expected

“What do you mean she’s ill? She was fine when I dropped her off! No i understand, yep, I’ll come get her know” you sighed hanging up the phone with just a bit too much aggression. You knew that you would have to bring her to the tower because Jessie would be at school and no one else could take her but you wanted the team to know before hand so it didn’t come as too much of a shock. After everyone had gathered on the massive leather couch you hoped into the room, car keys in hand and trying to get your shoes on with about as much grace as bambi on ice. “So just to let everyone know I have a daughter and she is sick so I’m going to pick her up and bring her here because there is no where else for her to go, when I come back there better not be any swearing” you lectured before jogging down the corridor to go get your girl from the school.

And surprisingly there wasn’t

Steve had gone out with Bucky to grab some stuff for her to play with

Bruce had claimed he didn’t like children and had gone down to the lab with Tony

And the rest had decided that they would wait till she was better to meet her

So only Nat was left when you got back

and boy oh boy did your daughter take a liking to her

“Aww come on sweet girl” cooed Natasha as Amy’s chubby little fingers stretched towards her and they sat down on the couch. Amy on her lap. As you went to go get some food and snacks for all three of you. When you came back holding the tray you melted at the sight, the redhead had started singing to your child as she fussed in discomfort her mood changes and crying a clear sign she was indeed ill. Seeing Nat and her so close made your heart just swell, you had already imagined her as the godmother to your child but this had solidified it. “Is my princess listening to aunty Natty?” you chuckled turning to her as you put the tray down on the chrome coffee table. “I think she likes me” Nat whispered, trying to settle her down in a cocoon of blankets and to not disturb the obviously interesting episode of paw patrol that was playing. “Well it’s only right she loves her godmother isn’t it?” you replied kissing the top of Amy’s head and fixing your attention on her as Nat sat there in shock, tears of joy weling up in her eyes.

#Tara Talks #the avengers #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x you #clint x reader #sam wilson x reader #wanda x reader #single mom!reader

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justiceraffles · 3 years ago

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"Hey, what if MK was a horribly written telenovela with a poorly conceived mystery storyline that's tied together in the most precarious of ways with nonsensical plotpoints and was also endgame Hakukai" So here's the start to my Hakukai longfic! I have a lot of things to say about this story so I'll just ramble about it at length beneath the cut if anyone's interested in my nonsense notes. Otherwise,

Read Here

I've been working on this thing on and off for a year and a half now, it lives rent free in my head every day and has been editted, restructured, and rewritten a lot. I've been very apprehensive about sharing it. ...To be honest, I still am! It's a chaotic story where I just allowed myself to write the most self-indulgent thing I could muster. This entire plot is an amalmagation of random things and ideas I like. It feels like a niche concept that is very messy and ???¿¿¿¿??? why did I make this

But, I guess that also makes it a very "me" story, so having fun with it and writing something that just brought me joy is what matters most, ultimately.

(aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

I'm very thankful to everyone who has read the outline and concept for it or just listened to me ramble about the incoherent plot and characters or cheering me on when I've been kinda anxious about it— it's thanks to that support despite this being such a specific and ¿¿¿ idea that I've found the courage to actually share it. I'm very grateful and I hope you guys can enjoy something in it o)-(

So, about the fic,

It's a story about Hakuba! I think we are all well aware that jokes about his long absences and infrequent appearances are very commonplace (where in the world is hakuba saguru??? TT) and it unfortunately leads to him being forgotten and overlooked often. The initial concept that inspired this fic was "Hey, what if Hakuba stopped showing up for real?" and explore the implications this would have on the MK storyline (and Kaito, by extension). I wanted to make a plot where he was allowed to be the protagonist of his own story, highlight his worth as a detective, his role in the main narrative, and the depth of his relationship with Kaito. It's a Hakuba Saguru Appreciation fic, first and foremost!

So, the romance itself is very slow burn. There is a lot of plot, because I have a lot of fun with ridiculous, contrived stories haha. It takes a while for the story to be fully set up, and Kaito doesn't make a proper, official appearance until the end of Chapter 2.

Chapter 1 is rather lengthy and sets the context and plot from Hakuba's POV, Chapter 2 focuses on establishing where his relationship with Kaito (as well as Aoko and Akako) stands at the moment, and Chapter 3 onward starts seeing the first proper developments in the relationship.

It's a bit rocky at first and they have a lot of ups and downs but I promise they work it out (I promise!!! I swear!!!) I tried my best to maintain a balance between the fluffy and angsty moments, but I have to admit it's quite dramatic at parts lol I enjoy stupid, trashy drama a lot sometimes— this is the reason I'm calling it a bad telenovela.

Despite the fact that this is very plotty, their feelings for each other are the guiding force behind the storyline, and their relationship does take center stage later on. The romance is in no way secondary, it just takes a long while to fully develop. They most definitely get a happy ending, but you can expect this to be 95% pining.

The story starts out some years after the current events in the MK manga. Pandora hasn't been found yet, and KID is still active. On the other hand, the DC canon is used very loosely; the conflict has long since been resolved. The BO was taken down years before the start of this story.

The two plots aren't too deeply intertwined here, they just intercept at parts. References to DC events appear here and there and some elements and character interactions overlap, but they tend to be minor for the most part. This is primarily a MK story and I wasn't too worried about completely integrating both plotlines (or staying 100% accurate to the DC plot, for that matter).

Of course, because this is MK-centric, Aoko and Akako are involved with the overarching story and have major roles to play.

In terms of DC characters, Masumi, Shiho, Heiji and Shinichi play semi-prominent roles in the story. I've tagged Masumi from the getgo because she appears in the first chapter, but I'll add the others when I get to the little arcs they show up in. Save for some specific contributions they have, they aren't too deeply involved with the overall plot progression, but the interactions Hakuba has with them are important for his character development and his better understanding of his relationship with Kaito. Basically each of these characters gets some sort of little story arc in which they interact with/help Hakuba in some way. I arbitrarily chose who I wanted him to interact with, lol.

Speaking of arbitrary decisions— Miss Masumi!!!! She's the first character that shows up in this and interacts with Hakuba. I understand this is probably a strange choice. Because I really wanted to flesh out Hakuba's detective methods and life in London a little more, I decided to use the very what if headcanon of Hakuba's maternal family and the Sera family being acquainted with each other. Like I said before, I didn't really want to connect DC and MK plots thoroughly, so the Akai family plotline isn't at all relevant here beyond a couple of passing mentions. I was mostly interested in Hakuba having an MI6 connection without the need of using another OC and I just wanted to imagine what a hypothetical dynamic between him and Masumi would be like.

And then, OCs. There's a couple of OCs with pretty major roles here as well. Really major— probably in equal measure to Aoko and Akako. I apologise in advance! I really needed them to properly build the detective/mystery aspect of the plot, and the more I wrote, the more they became involved with the story and relationship progression TT I really enjoyed writing them a lot, and I'm satisfied with how they turned out here. I understand OCs with prominent roles aren't everyone's cup of tea, though. Even though I enjoyed writing them, I'm a little self-conscious about how relevant they ended up being when they were originally just going to be there as a plot device to kickstart things ;;; Hopefully someone can find enjoyment in them nonetheless. They are most heavily involved with the story after the midpoint, but they appear all throughout.

I'm really nervous about the choices to have Masumi and major OCs in this story...I understand it is likely these things will make this story a little too niche. But!!!!!!!!! Again!!!!!!!!!!!!! Having fun with it is what matters most Raffles!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get that through your thick skull!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also, please expect the most convoluted explanation to Pandora. There is a lot of made up lore I had a blast writing but it's all probably needlessly complicated.

In summary, it's a detective story starring Hakuba that somehow ended up reading like a dramatic post-breakup/getting back together soap opera.

A significant portion of this has been prewritten, so my (ideal) plan is to have weekly or biweekly updates (but hmmmm let's see how long that lasts until I decide to scrap and rewrite everything out of embarrassment— this is very likely, I second-guess myself a lot)

I keep dragging it through the mud, but I've actually had a blast writing it, even though there's A Lot going on and I'm not very confident in it being decent enough to share.

With all that, I hope someone else can maybe find some enjoyment reading it.

#Refutation of time #my writing #DCMK #magic kaito #hakuba saguru #hakukai #sagukai #dcmk fanfic #this is the most rafflescore way to take over the MK plot #says my beta #ohdearohboyohgod #i need to pee #I have read the first chapter like 50 times over its not even funny #(passepartout voice)#GAAAAAAAAAAGH THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

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m4st4rd · 4 years ago

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i would die for you, clint barton (clint barton x oc)

a/n: HI I’M BACK with a stupid little drabble. the talented @obwjam has reignited my love for comics!clint barton so i wrote a fic of him and an oc. i haven’t proofread it and the ending super sucks but i still managed to churn out about 1900 words so enjoy!!!

i’ll proofread/edit in the morning lol

brig is nb; they/them pronouns pls

They’re scared, and Clint gets it. He’d be scared, too, if there was some weird giant searching for him. He’s no stranger to the feeling of fear. But when he’s the one causing it, it feels terrible.

Brooklyn is in shambles. A new supervillain group tests their weapons on a bank in Bushwick, the Avengers are on the case, a city block is engulfed in chaos and violence. And Clint Barton is searching for a 3-inch-tall person who’s hiding in the alleyway of a Dunkin Donuts.

He sighs and kneels down, peering under the dumpster. Huddled in the dark is the shaking borrower, who stares back with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. They look like crap: covered in dried blood and dirt, their clothes torn and ratty. But the little guy is stubborn as hell, and hurls a pebble in his direction. They miss by a long shot. He would’ve laughed if the city wasn’t on fire.

“C’mon out, bud,” he says. A faint boom! rattles the world behind him. “It’s not safe under there. Are you lookin’ to be caught? A rat, an alley cat… God forbid, there might be a human who ain’t as nice as I am.” With a nervous glance behind him, he sees Kate dart past, notching an arrow and letting it fly. “Not to mention that the city’s comin’ apart.”

They shout something back, and Clint can barely piece together the words leave and alone. It’s not helpful, though, that they’re so small and covered in shadow. And the fact that he can see their teary eyes in the dark is not helping his conscience. Another explosion shakes the earth, and the borrower lets out a wail that he does hear.

They’re both getting frantic. He softens his face, puts a pleading look into his eyes. “Please,” he calls. “I can keep you safe.”

The borrower doesn’t get to respond. A scream rips through the air, and he’s made up his mind. He jumps to his feet and drags the dumpster back, only getting a glimpse of the sheer terror on their tiny face before he scoops them up in a fist and tucks them into a jacket pocket. It’s not ideal, but if it means they won’t be crushed or eaten, he’ll take it.

They’re writhing, and he ignores it. The feeling of them shaking against his chest forms a pit in his stomach. They’re scared, but at least they’re safe.

The rest of the battle zips by like a blur. Clint spends it shielding the borrower, dodging rubble, and praying to whatever gods present for this little guy to not be so terrified of him. Their shaking has stopped for now, but they’re stiff as a board and flinching with every move he makes. When the fight dies down, he’s left nursing a wound on his shoulder and cupping his hand around his pocket. He’s gotta get out of there, and fast.

His free hand finds his comms, and he sends a quick farewell message to Kate. She responds quick, familiar beeps filling his ears: Get home safe. See you soon, Hawkeye.

The message brings a smile to his face, but it disappears when he remembers his job. His day isn’t over yet.

He runs his way home.

The apartment greets him with blinding fluorescents and a mess on his coffee table. Things that are normally hangover-induced nuisances are now pushed to the far corners of his mind as he limps to his counter.

His fingers dive into his pocket, and he does his best to be gentle, but with the little guy swerving away from his hand, he ends up tangled around their limbs, pulling them out in a quivering heap. They’re a pitiful sight; their tiny face is tear-stained, and once they lock eyes, the poor kid flinches back into their protective huddle.

They’re speaking, and fast. That much he knows. Their voice is buzzing away. But he can’t understand anything that's coming out. He gets the gist of what they might be saying: there’s a pleading look in their eyes, and their lip is quivering. He doesn’t like this feeling.

“Hey,” he whispers, cupping his hands closer around the tiny body. “Hey. Look at me.” He nudges their shoulder. They’re practically humming with anxiety. “C’mon, calm down, buddy. You’re okay.”

They aren’t making any progress like this. Clint lowers his hands to the countertop and the borrower stumbles off, clutching their chest and scrubbing the tears from their eyes. “Look,” he says softly. “Not touching you anymore, see? You’re fine. You’re okay.”

He watches with a pang in his heart as they cry for a bit, hugging their knees to their chest, and takes the time to look them over. Their hair is dark and matted, their clothes patchy, their face young, but thin and gaunt. This isn’t the same stubborn little guy he’d met an hour ago; this is someone who is absolutely-fucking-terrified of him. He can barely deal with crying people at his own height; he can’t even begin to comfort someone who’s three inches tall.

Reasoning sets in as they clear their eyes of the last of their tears. Even if he was well-intentioned, he did sorta… take them. Grab them up and stick them in a pocket. If some giant had done that to him, he’d be pretty scared, too.

“Do you understand me?” he tries. The tiny head snaps up, and the kid babbles something that vaguely sounds like sorry and don’t hurt. “No, no, I promise I’m not gonna hurt you… Fuck. I was — I was just tryna keep you safe!” It’s hard to read lips on such a small face, but he gets the gist of it, and it hurts like hell.

This isn’t working out so great. “Let’s start over, okay? I’m Clint. Clint Barton. And I — I can’t hear you all that well.”

That gets them to shut up. The fear disappears from their face, replaced by sheer bewilderment. (Yeah. As if they’re the one that should be surprised.) They scrub their eyes and stare at him in awe, and Clint can’t help but chuckle. “Weird, I know. But we can figure somethin’ out, alright? You okay to talk? Or just… shake your head, yes or no.”

That gets a timid nod. “Great. Good. Not hurt, are you?” A shake. “Thank God for that.” Now we’re getting somewhere. But Clint needs to ask them questions, and he needs to get answers. How is he supposed to talk to someone smaller than his finger?

His mind is racing. Sign language! It’s a long shot, but just maybe he can get through to them.

“Do you understand this?” His hands move slow, just in case. But it doesn’t go the way he’s hoping. The borrower shrieks and falls back, and they’re both back to square one. “No, hey, wait! It’s okay!” He signs while he speaks, and the kid watches every move he makes with terrified eyes. “Look — it’s a language! My name is Clint. C-L-I-N-T.” Each letter is deliberate, and with each second, the little guy uncurls from their protective ball. “Now that I’ve told you my name, will you tell me yours?”

They both fall silent. He holds his breath and watches the tiny face with a furrowed brow. It’s small, almost impossible to see, but there’s a hint of hope in their eyes. He’s so overcome with joy that he doesn’t notice them open their mouth.

“...ig.”

He freezes. “Sorry, what?”

They wither back. “Brig,” they say, louder this time. Their voice is muffled and nervous, but it’s there. And Clint can’t stop himself from smiling.

“Brig,” he repeats. “That’s B-R-I-G. See?” He grins. They’re still cautious, but they watch his hands with curious eyes as he signs their name. “It’s nice to meet you, Brig.”

Good! This is good. Clint can see them coming out of their shell, little by little. They look unsure, but their hands twitch in time with his. “There’s so much you can say with just your hands! This is hello, and this is goodbye. Yes, no, please and thank you— I can teach you, if you want!”

The magic is gone, and Brig snaps back into their defensive huddle. “T-teach me?” they squeak. “But… would mean…” They glance around the kitchen, eyes widening as they take in the sight. They’re so small compared to everything else. “What about… home?”

He’s overstepped his boundaries. He kneels to get closer to their level. They reel back, a gesture that goes unnoticed in his concern. “Was that where you live?” he asks. “Near where the fight was?”

They’re quick to nod. “Left… a bit,” they say. “Rats.” The last syllable is loud, clear, and bitter. “Got caught… the fight.” Brig shrugs, looking nervous and embarrassed. “And by you.”

Clint frowns. A place like that is dangerous for someone of their size, but he’s in no place to argue. “Is there anyone you stay with? Any family or friends you can go back to?”

Now they’re silent. His heart plummets when they grimace and look away, a sadness creeping into their eyes. Realization crashes over him when they shake their head.

He hadn’t thought of that.

“You don’t have to stay,” he says gently. Guilt lingers in his chest as he leans back, too, suddenly self conscious about his hands. “I-I can get you back home if you need me too — I can’t imagine it’s all that safe, but if that’s what you want…” The borrower is tense, and Clint is cursing himself for being so hopeful.

Finally, after a minute of mulling it over, he gives a resigned sigh. “Damage Control is cleaning the place up,” he tells them. “They should be done in a week or two, okay? You can stay with me, but when they’re done… I’ll bring you back.” Every word hurts more than the last. “Only if you want to. How’s that sound?”

The kitchen falls silent. Clint’s heart is beating fast, and he bites his tongue as conflicting emotions flicker across the tiny face. “I-I can bring you back now, if you like,” he stammers. “Ya don’t have to stay. A-and you don’t have to tell me exactly where you live, but I can just drop you off and you can be on your way and we’ll b —”

“I’ll stay.”

This time, the little voice comes out strong. “You — you will?” he says.

They nod shyly in response, and he can piece together what they say next: “Just… back… my feet.” Just until I’m back on my feet.

He can live with that.

Clint’s heart swells with triumph. He can’t remember the last time he was this happy. There’s no explaining why he feels this way. “O-Okay. Awesome. Welcome home, Brig.”

He glances back at the mess in his apartment, then to the mess of his clothes, too. They’re both covered in dust and blood, but neither care about it as Clint laughs. “We should probably get cleaned up first, though. What do you say?”

He’s smiling. And for the first time all day, Brig is smiling, too.

They’ve got a lot of work to do.

#giant/tiny #g/t writing #marvel g/t #clint barton #deaf!clint barton #oc #borrowers #mustard writes #i keep saying i'm gonna make a part 2 but look where that's gotten me #its 1am #my writing #oc: brig

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