#its like. ok. do i have to get locked up again to meet new kinds of people or?

[featherymainffins]

You know what at this point I feel like maybe I just need to either get institutionalised again or start an internship again because I feel like I am getting nothing.

[mustainegf]

ok so, i’ve been listening to teenage dirtbag all day and i got this silly little idea that i can’t get off my mind

which is like 80s james having a crush on popular reader? and he thinks she’s so out of his league, but in reality she has always liked him and later they find out they have so much in common

btw i love you’re writing, thank u so much for giving us so much good content! 💘

THIS IS ADORABLE I’m gonna cry this is so cute

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ¹⁹⁷⁹

At seventeen, I loved only once, and she was way out of my league. Her name, so gorgeous, and she had everything I wasn't; popular, outgoing, filled with friends everywhere.

There was something so perfect about her, not to be underestimated, while I was merely one of the faces in the mass that made up my high school. I was the shy kid who kept tucking his head into his shoulders and always wore his guitar hung over his shoulder.

I'd watch her from afar, thinking surely someone of her caliber would never notice the class loser. Yet I couldn't help myself.

Every time she came down the hallway, her giggles echoing off the lockers, this strange longing would come over me. It was stupid, really. Why in the world would she ever look twice at me? She probably wouldn’t even look once…

One day, after a real long and tedious history class, I stood at my locker, just sort of fiddling with this combination lock. The bell had rung, and students who were rushing to their next class had started emptying the hallway.

But me, I was in no hurry. Already, in the head, I was mapping out the evening: go home, crank up my guitar, learn that new Diamond Head riff.

I was lost in thought and therefore didn’t notice her coming. It was only when she reached my side that I looked up to find her standing there. I froze, my heart somersaulting in my chest as she stood so close to me.

"Hi, James," she said, her voice warm and friendlier than usual.

I blinked. She knew my name. "Uh, hi," I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant but probably failing utterly.

She smiled, and it was almost like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. "I've seen you around. You always seem to be carrying that guitar. Do you play a lot?"

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yeah, pretty much all of the time. It's, uh, kind of my thing”

"That's really cool," she said, and she sounded like she meant it. "I play a bit too. Mostly just for fun, though. What kinda music you like?"

It took a second for what she had just said to set in. She played guitar? I couldn't believe I had stumbled into a goldmine. Not only did she play just like I did, but she was so beautiful… and that’s all I could focus on. "I'm really into metal," I replied, now with a little more confidence creeping into my tone.

"You know, bands like Diamond Head, Iron Maiden, Misfits. Stuff like that."

Her eyes lit up, shocking me that she recognized of the names I’d just thrown out. "No way! I love Maiden!“

I smiled, and a something began to form that I'd never expected. "Yeah, totally..." I mutter through a wide smile, just staring at her gorgeous face.

We just stood there talking about the music, discussing our favorite bands and songs. I realized it wasn't all about popularity with her, she just plain loved music as much as I did. She was no longer this unreachable figure but a real person into all the same things as me. It was unreal. I just felt like I was in a dream.

Before that really good conversation had barely hit its stride, the bell sounded again, signaling the end of that break before the next class. I didn’t want the conversation from that point to be over, but before I could say anything, she gazed at me hopefully.

"Hey, wanna walk home after school together?" she asked.

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Y-Yeah, I'd love to," I said trying to keep my cool, but failing miserably.

"Okay! Meet me at the front entrance after last period," she said with a smile before bouncing off toward her next class.

I let my jaw drop, watching her as she practically slipped down the hall, her beautiful hair bouncing over her shoulders.

The rest of the day just seemed to melt. Nothing could hold my attention as my mind replayed our conversation over and over again. I couldn’t help my minds from thinking about the most mushy and gushy things.

I thought about kissing her, gently and loving, running my fingers through her hair, cuddling with her, whispering sweet things to her while I set sweet pecks along her cheeks.

For the very first time, I felt that maybe, just maybe, she liked me too.

As soon as the last bell rang, I had sprinted towards the front door.

I was leaning against the wall, trying to look casual, waiting. A few minutes later, she finally came around the corner.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Y-Yeah, let's go," I smiled, falling in beside her.

We walked in somewhat comfortable silence for some time, the autumn air coating my lungs. I felt a bit nervy but in a good way, you know, like the feeling that could convince you that you're alive.

As we walked through familiar streets, glimpses of her kept surprising me, and I couldn't still believe this was happening in real life.

"So, what got you into metal?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.

I shrugged, flipping the memory switch to when those first fist pumping riffs and pounding drums had grabbed hold of my ears.

"I guess it i related to it, being different and all. My brother leaves his drum Kit unlocked for me to play and I raid his records sometimes. What about you?

She smiled, her eyes very far away. "My older brother too. He's a huge metalhead. I used to sneak into his room and listen to his records when he wasn't around. It just kinda stuck with me, you know?"

I nodded, in awe at how similarly we’d come to this music. "Yeah, Music's got a way of getting under your skin.”

We just kept talking, there wasn't even a single awkward moment. We learned about more and more common ground, favourite bands and guitarists we admired, even some really obscure tracks we both loved from cassette trading.

By the time we came near her house, I didn't want our time to end at all. She turned toward me with a soft expression and looked a little shy. "Thanks for walking me home, James. I had fun with you."

"Me too," I said again, a feeling of warmth spiking inside of me once again. "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

"I'd like that," she said with a broadening smile. "See you tomorrow?

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," I replied, and my heart felt like it was flying as I watched her walk up to her front door.

I couldn't stop grinning all my way home. Then I knew, maybe I was wrong the entire time. Maybe we weren't so different after all.

→ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

[paingoes]

Rubies

Web 2.0

(Content: living weapon whumpee, guilt, conditioning, past abuse, caretaker new master)

Apollo had stayed true to his promise of making the room less sparse. He’d brought down books from upstairs so Delta would have something to do besides staring off into space whenever he locked himself in his room. He’d given him a journal too, which Delta found tremendously suspicious. Delta had a habit of destroying everything he’d ever written just as soon as he had finished. He would continue on in this tradition. Anyone having that kind of direct access to his thoughts terrified him. He was grateful for the books, though. 

It was Kitty who offered her old laptop.

“Don’t…look too hard through that,” She said with a nervous smile. She’d done all she could to reset it, but she couldn’t be sure there weren’t still some gems lying around in its SSD. 

Delta reflexively recoiled at the offer. There was such a strong impulse in his head to avoid getting caught with the laptop. It carried over now, even when freely offered. She left it on the desk for him. He would only use it in the dead of night, out of pure habit. It didn’t feel the same as it used to. It couldn’t hold his attention for very long.

There was a practical reason to reintroduce it, though. Kitty acted a bit furtive about it; Apollo said they weren’t supposed to be working. That’s what unpaid leave meant. But there wasn’t really anyone else they could kick it off to. They had to go through the archives. 

Kitty had already backed up everything he had posted publicly, plus all the exchanges they’d had in private. He’d focused in more once she’d mentioned it, agreeing it needed to be deleted as soon as possible so that there was nothing left to piece together about his alleged death. But there was other information on there that only he had access to, that they now needed to preserve before scrubbing.

katkittykat: ok we also were gonna try and offer u whistleblower immunity

katkittykat: but forget it i know u wont accept it

ndhakdvsnnd: im not a whistleblower

katkittykat: see what did i say 

ndhakdvsnnd: can you fuck off

They scrolled through the archived chat logs in dim silence. Kitty was sitting next to him on the floor with the new old laptop up on the coffee table. Neither of them needed to say it. It was weird to go through their old texts while in person. 

It wasn’t Kitty’s first time meeting an internet friend. She had done it more times than she could count. Almost all of them had been shyer and more reserved in person, so she had already expected Delta to follow in that trend. But it was clear that what was going on with him is a different beast entirely.

When she turned to look at him, his eyes were cast down again and his head was bowed. Loose strands fell in his face. He removed his hand from the touchpad, letting it rest in his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “I…shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“Just bants, man.” Kitty elbowed him — not a good idea. He winced, the pain reigniting in the handprint-shaped bruise around his upper arm.

“It was disrespectful.” He closed his eyes. It was guilt — not fear — that was audible in his voice.

“I’ve never done anything respectable,” she joked.

He opened his eyes to meet her own. His expression was wholly disbelieving. It wasn’t a joke to him. She remembered how sincerely he’d spoken the other day. Thank you for saving me. She’d tried to brush it off, but her heart had hurt badly afterwards. It hurt again now.

“Don’t worry about it. Seriously.” She had to resist the urge to squeeze his shoulder the way she would with her other friends; she saw how he had flinched whenever she touched him. Thankfully, he didn’t mention it again.

The loading icon went around and around as the account was deleted. Just as soon as it stopped, the home page of the forum appeared. In bold letters, it read Sign Up.

“You gonna make a new account?” She asked.

“Do you think I should?” His hand hovered over the button. 

“I dunno. You were active way before you started posting all the leaks. I thought you were having a good time with it,” she paused, “Guess it might be kind of touchy now though?”

It did make him really anxious to be on the computer. It made him feel too much like he was about to be caught out, as little sense as it made. He started to shrug, then stopped himself. Disrespectful.

“Yes, miss,” he agreed, “It’s…touchy.”

That was putting it mildly, but he had no desire to say more. He pocketed the thought, though. He probably would get back online later. It just felt like too much to do it now, without her explicit guidance. The thought alone was starting to overwhelm him. He shifted uncomfortably.

“Can I go back in my room, miss?” He asked in a soft voice. 

“Yeah, whatever. You don’t have to ask.” She tried to reassure him. He’d gotten scared at some point; she could see it in the way he held himself. She didn’t really want for him to go off to deal with it alone, but she wasn’t going to force him to stay. She watched as he disappeared behind the door. He’d left the laptop behind. She shut it for him, then stretched upwards, climbing up onto the couch.

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“Does he talk to you?” Apollo would later ask her. He added, a bit dejectedly, “He doesn’t talk to me.”

“Nah.” She shook her head.

“Well, it’s still early,” Apollo started arguing with himself when she wouldn’t, “I guess he’s still scared. I’m not sure what I can say to him that isn’t going to sound trite. He always hated it when I tried say stuff like that to him over text. So defensive. I don’t know if it’ll go over better or worse now.”

She could tell he’d been thinking about it often. Fussing came so naturally to him. She’d liked it a lot when they were a little younger, when she was even crazier and badly needed someone to try and reel her back in. It isn’t lost on her that Delta has the exact opposite problem, that Apollo’s delimiting nature could have the opposite effect. He badly wanted for things to be clean.

“You shouldn’t take it purrsonally.” The pun slipped into her voice even when she was trying to be serious.

“I know,” he agreed, “I…don’t think he was allowed to talk before. It’s rude to speculate. I don’t want to be presumptuous. But.”

He threw his hands up at the wrists, not finishing the sentence. There was nothing to do but speculate. It was clear enough Delta had not been treated well; the bruises spoke for themselves. But the particulars of his behavior were a kind of puzzle box. He offered no key for it.

Galatea had dealt with Empire’s lot before, both refugees and defectors. Apollo had met many of them personally. There was always a stilted manner in which they spoke. The customs of Empire still remained enigmatic to all those living outside of it. Apollo had no way of telling how much of Delta’s behavior was just a cultural difference — or even a linguistic one — and how much of it was something deeper. He could not tell how much of it was motivated by fear or confusion or simple exhaustion. How much of it was what he wanted vs what he thought he was supposed to do. Apollo wished desperately for some kind of candor between them. Still, he understood that it would be asking a lot of him at that point. He sighed. 

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The knock was soft and rhythmic. Delta jumped, immediately moving to hide the laptop beneath his blanket. It wasn’t as good as beneath the mattress, but decent enough on short notice. He mechanically slid off the bed, dropping onto his knees at the foot of it. The door did not open.

“Can I come in?” It was Apollo’s voice on the other side. Yes, obviously. It wasn’t locked.

“Yes, sir,” Delta answered anyway. 

Apollo pushed the door open. His eyes widened a little to see Delta kneeling, but he did not show the same visible alarm that he had before. He slid the door shut behind him, leaning back against it.

“I thought it might be good for us to talk,” Apollo said. He tried to read Delta’s body language, but it did not shift by much. Deliberately controlled. He didn’t answer, staring up at Apollo with huge eyes, patient and expectant. Apollo pushed himself on. It was trite, but if there really was any confusion about Delta’s position, it wouldn’t be right to leave him hanging.

“You can sit. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. Levon told you he wasn’t going to hurt you, didn’t he? And you know that me and Kitty won’t either? You don’t have to be scared of us. You’re safe here.”

Delta didn’t move off of the ground. His head had lowered a little bit, as if he was being scolded. He didn’t take his eyes off of Apollo. 

Apollo squatted down onto his heels, trying to get to Delta’s level.

“Are you scared?” He asked.

“…Yes, sir.” Delta nodded slowly.

“Okay,” Apollo nodded too, rubbing his chin, “That’s okay. Can I ask why?”

Delta’s wrung his hands anxiously; it was a childhood habit, one he’d mostly gotten out of by the time he’d graduated. It’d returned with a vengeance.

“I don’t know.” He said shamefully. “Sir. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay. I just wanted to check in on how you’re feeling. I can’t tell a lot of the time. You know you can talk to me or Kitty if you’re upset, right? We want you to be comfortable here. You can tell us if something is wrong.”

Apollo doubted it even as he said it. It seemed unlikely that Delta would come to them for anything, that he might not be physically capable of it at this point. But if he introduced the idea early — and reminded him often — it might start to sink in. For the time being, Delta did not respond.

“I’m assuming the kneeling is a habit, right?” Apollo ventured. Delta seemed a bit alarmed at the suggestion. 

“It’s just to be respectful. Sir.” Delta explained in a quiet voice.

He considered this. It might’ve been easier if it was just muscle memory, not a deliberate effort on Delta’s part. The mindset would be harder to get him out of. But Apollo was very glad that Delta had been willing to explain his reasoning to him. It was a good sign.

“Okay. You don’t have to,” He stated very clearly, “You can stand up. We won’t think it’s disrespectful. No one else will, either. You don’t have to do it.”

Again, not much changed in Delta’s expression. He offered the same quiet noise of affirmation, not voicing anything else. 

“Do you have any questions?” Apollo cursed himself for not asking sooner. But Delta didn’t take advantage of the opportunity the way he had hoped. 

“No, sir.” Delta folded his hands in his lap. He’d answered too soon. Apollo wondered if the question had come across as bullying. He got the sense he was starting to push too far out of Delta’s comfort zone. 

“Alright. Let me know if you need anything. Like I said, you can talk to us whenever. We’re right out here.” He stood up, feeling a little bad that Delta was still kneeling. He started to close the door.

He heard a soft “Thank you” just before it clicked shut.

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[taki118]

Yakuza Fiance ep 7 Manga Comparison

Ok we are getting into things now, again comparing the anime adaptation to its manga chapters and seeing what was lost. Warning I am using fanstranslations cause I'm lazy.

The train scene isn't so bad but again we loose out on some set up

I guess maybe spoiler? But Tsubaki shows up later and we get this cute image of her but the more important cut is what happens right after.

Yoshino starts talking about people she knows, and how she could easily hook Kirishima up with some good deals and such. This is kinda an important detail for the arc like in ep 6 where they removed her being more of a tour guide this helps to show that Yoshino is more tuned in than you'd assume, Kirishima included. She's reliant on him in Tokyo cause she's new there. (There's also the character beat missed in her saying he has theses connections too but his have.......different circumstances) Anyway this is what leads into the keychain scene. I do like how the anime leaves him dumbfounded holding them for a bit would have appreciated a little more of a linger maybe a simple zoom in for emphasis though.

Nao's scene with her college, I think club members, is cut down a bit you don't miss much but it is made apparent how she's not liked by the female members and that she's manipulating the guys more (we'll see this later too) I think the only real loss is this bit

Nao's internal thoughts are always pretty funny as she's really shows he mean side better. What's more of a loss is her thoughts on the bus.

This shows that Nao did her own digging the morning after from seeing the lock screen and putting that together with the new info she gets. It's interesting how Yoshino is described and how the word has spread (though its probably intentional by Kirishima) Anyway it gives a little more depth to Nao so its a shame.

Meeting and talking with Yoshino is similar but again we loose more Nao thoughts.

She's so low key bothered by the fact that Yoshino doesn't know who she is. (Spoiler she does girl you got played so bad)

Like Nao really just has the meanest thoughts (I really should do my dedicated metas) The only other thing to note is the manga makes it clear that during the elementary school incident she was already in middle school.

The bedroom scene with Yoshino and Shoma is basically the same the main difference being some Yoshino thoughts as she looks into things on the phone and this cute little interaction at the end

Again overall the Nao and Ozu confrontation is similar but some details are lost such as Ozu mentioning she's been ignoring his calls. But they did take out something pretty important for context.

Ozu explains himself and his actions a little more here in the manga (and kind of Kirishima's own) this leans into Ozu mentioning him more smoothly.

We also get a little more on why he wanted Yoshino too

Also Nao is more shocked in the manga all her assumptions about Yoshino kinda dying in an instant.

The aquarium "not a date" date is pretty close but we do loose some stuff as well. Like this cute moment from Yoshino

(Showing her naturally lazy side, haha)

Then we get more info on Yoshino's license and why Kirishima wants one

(He just wants to drive Yoshino around)

The volunteer club scene is pretty much the same but we get more dialogue implying that Nao isn't as good at covering her intentions as she thinks (I seriously think she doesn't actually do anything in the club)

Soooo they again cut some context as Kirishima explains about his um "patron" situation

Just saying a lot of things should start clicking when you hear this, again I really should get to work on my deep dives.

Anyway the scene after is pretty one for one which I'm grateful for but this might just be a me thing I think the phone interruption scene is a bit off

In the manga we never really see Kirishima's face outside of his fake smile so I always got the impression he let his mask slip for a moment in frustration at being interrupted the anime lets us see and I think it doesn't give the same impact.

Also while her talk with Shoma doesn't leave much out the framing of the shot isn't as impactful

Shoma really looks a little scared here, probably cause he knows how she gets when shes mad, but the anime he comes off just looking confused.

The scene with Kirishima and Nao is similar cut down a bit so feel the switches in tone more quickly than the manga though thats not too bad I did like how his VA handled it. Though we loose him implying Nao was going to try and use Yoshino and this line

The rest of the scene pans out basically the same again with just some added back and forth in the manga and more character hints. Like with the other shots I mentioned though I think the manga does a better job at conveying how panicked and surprised Kirishima is that Yoshino pulled one over on him

I think with just a little camera work the scene could have been really great.

I'll end things though with just how pretty and bad ass Yoshino looks in the manga like anime isnt bad but like

You really can't compare.

[scarfwrites]

Hihiii firstly I just wanna say that I love your writing i like how immersing it can get sometimes and just how it hits the feel idk how to explain it other than that so uh... right I just wanna ask if you could write iwaizumi x reader where the reader has this overprotective friend or sibling (idk you choose) and the overprotective friend/sibling just trys break up iwaizumi and the reader at the start but in the end they just end up supporting them basically overprotective friend/sibling with a twist ig? Maybe angsty at the start? I would love to see if you could do this ❤️ and even if you cant its ok and again love your writing I personally liked "Sunshine on Valentines Day" and also hated it cus it made me feel lonely after 😭 (not trying to guilt trip you or anything just really love your work!)

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A Promise to Keep

❅Genre : Fluff, Crack, Comfort, Angst

❅Pairings:  Iwaizumi x Reader

❅Warnings: Vulgar language, mentions of cheating, mentions of toxic relationship (NOT WITH IWAIZUMI)

❅ Summary : You were worried that your parents would disapprove of your new boyfriend Iwaizumi. You should’ve worried about someone else though

❅A/N : Sorry if it was late! I was working on some other fics. Thank you so much for those kind words! I really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart💙💙💙. I do my best making sure my readers feel immersed into the writing 😊😊😊. Ngl this idea popped into my to write list and I enjoyed finally making it though it was pretty challenging. Thank you again for enjoying my writing. It makes me really happy! I used the term nee-chan which is used for girls (since i couldn’t remember if there’s a neutral term for older sibling in japanese) however y/n is gender neutral

“Nervous?” You asked looking at Iwaizumi

“Yeah, but you look more nervous than I am” Iwaizumi chuckled emphasising that your hand gripping his hand firmly

Today was the day Iwaizumi would finally meet your family. Aside from the normal nervousness one would have of what their parents would think of your parents, your last relationship was pretty bad to say the least so you expect your parents to be more “cautious” this time around.

“Oh! Sorry!” You relax your grip on his hand “I mean you already know the reason why I’d be worried” You spoke softly as you look down

“Don’t worry I’ll make a great impression on them” he gives you a soft yet reassuring smile

“I know you will” you smile back gratefully “I’m sure they’ll love you! You’ve all the qualities of a great boyfriend!” You tried encouraging yourself making Iwaizumi chuckle

“We’ll get through this together okay?” Iwaizumi held your hand more firmly as you gave him a nod

You took a breath before you rang the doorbell. You hear your younger brother informing your parents that someone was here. After a few moments you hear the door lock open as the wave of nervousness comes back crashing in. The door opens and you see your mother.

“Oh it’s just you Y/N!” Your mom gives you a big hug as you did the same before letting go

“I’d like you and dad to meet someone” you said with nervousness as Iwaizumi waves

“Oh! Y/N you should’ve told me you were bringing someone home!” Your mother lightly scolds “Come in!” She opens the door as you both walk in

“Nee-chan!” Your younger brother tackles you as you pull him up “Gasp! Is this who i think it is?” your brother looks at you with a knowing smile 

“Mhmm” you nod as his face widens in excitement

“Hi!” Your brother wiggles his way out of your grasp and runs towards Iwaizumi as he holds him in his arms “You’re nee-chan’s boyfriend right?” your brother whispered his question whilst Iwaizumi lifts him off the ground

“Has she told you about me?” Iwaizumi smiled at the young boy as he responds with an excited nod making your boyfriend chuckle

“I’m on your side” he whispered on Iwaizumi’s ear “If you make my nee-chan happy then I’m happy” He gave your boyfriend the brightest smile making his heart swell at your brother’s adorableness

“Thanks little buddy” Iwaizumi smiled back to your younger brother the pet name making him smile even more

“I really like him!” Your brother looks to you as you smile at him

“Everyone! Dinner’s ready!” Your mother calls out

Iwaizumi puts your brother down and as he gets down he dashes towards the living room.

“ Well I’ve got one” Iwaizumi chuckled as he looked at you

“Well he’s known from the start and it isn’t that hard to convince him” you chuckled back as the both of you walk to the dining room

After a while everyone gathers to the dining room and takes a seat

“You’re lucky we had just enough dinner for everyone” here your mother chuckled “You should’ve told me that you were bringing someone along! I would’ve loved to treat him with my signature dish” your mother rambled

“Do you like tofu?” Your younger brother looked at Iwaizumi as he ate a portion of tofu

“Yeah, it’s part of my favourite food” Iwaizumi smiled to your younger brother as he gasped

“Really? It’s my favourite too!” Your brother exclaimed excitedly “Nee-chan I like your friend a lot!” Your brother gave you a happy smile putting you at ease from the awkwardness

“Speaking of which” your father cleared his throat “You mind introducing us to your friend?” your father looked at you then at Iwaizumi

“Oh right! This is Iwaizumi” you introduced as Iwaizumi waved “He’s uh my friend” you mumbled

“I see…” your father spoke quietly making you nervous “Seems more than that” your father looked at your hands slightly touching as you both blush

“Right! He’s… he’s my boyfriend” you looked away bashfully as your father took a sip from his tea however you feel your older brother’s intense stare looking right at you

“I see…” He said once again sipping more from his tea

“It’s been awhile since you brought someone here” your older brother stated coldly

“Well, I’d like to get a proper introduction to your boyfriend” your mother looks at you “To get to know him of course” you mother reassured you with a smile

“Well… We go to the same school, we’re in the same class, we’ve known each other for a while-” you explained but you were interrupted by your younger brother

“Yeah! He’s on their volleyball team! He plays their ace! His spikes are amazing!” Your brother’s eyes sparkled in excitement explaining everything he knew as all of you look at him

“Someone sure knows a lot” your father chuckled at your brother’s excitement

“I’ve seen him on TV before!” Your brother eagerly said“Oh oh and! He’s super serious when it comes to talking to his team and he looks super scary but he’s super sweet to his fans especially to Y/N!” Your brother continued to explain making Iwaizumi blush red at his last statement

“He sounds like a wonderful person” your mother smiled at you making you smile back nervously

“Yeah yeah yeah! He's a total gentleman and-” Your brother was about to enthusiastically share more though your older brother interrupted him

“I think that’s enough for now” your older brother nudged the younger child as he stopped

“Thank you” you whispered giving him a thumbs up as he gave one back

“From the looks of it, he sounds like a responsible and kind young man” your mother spoke as she ate her soup

“I like the athletic types, strong enough to keep someone like my child protected” your father said “Am I right?” Your father looked at Iwaizumi 

“Yes sir” Iwaizumi nodded

“Is that a yes?” You hid your excitement asking both of your parents

“If he can keep that promise then I’m fine with your relationship” your father stated 

“If our little boy is that enthusiastic about everything he says, I’m sure i need not to worry with such a responsible man” your mother gave the both of you an approving nod

“I’m sure this one would have a lot to say if we objected” your father chuckled as you all looked at your younger brother who was trying to hide his excitement

“Yay! You’re part of our family now!” Your younger brother got of his seat and gave Iwaizumi a big hug

“You just gonna let them off like that?” Your older brother interjected as you sighed “You just trust everything they say?” Your brother scowled making your younger brother pout

“The description your brother gave fits” your mother responded “he’s sitting here very well mannered and even brought us a gift” your mother said as your older brother scoffed

“Yeah! Stop being such a Debbie Downer!” your younger brother’s pout turns into a very angry scowl

“You think I’m being a Debbie Downer?” Your brother stated coldly as he stood up from the table with rage “Stop being so delusional! Don’t you remember how broken they were with that last son of a bitch who came here!” Your brother’s voice seethed with rage as you slowly signalled Iwaizumi to leave

“Y/N are you sure-” Iwaizumi said but was soon interrupted by you insisting on him leaving

“You don’t know that!” You yell at your brother “You know nothing! You barely even talked to him let alone know what he’s like!” you continue to berate your brother as he grit his teeth 

“As if we can trust your judgement” he crossed his arms “Who knows you might’ve broughten a cheating scumbag back into our house” he glared at you as you clench your jaw to stop yourself from crying

“Watch your mouth when you talk to your siblings like that” your father interjected as your brother scoffed and stomped back to his room 

“Sorry about him” your mother sighed as your younger brother asked for you to pick him up

“Don’t be sad nee-chan!” Your brother gave you a comforting hug

“Thank you” you hug him back tightly

“I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind later” your father huffed as your mother patted his shoulder

“Let’s not worsen the situation” she spoke “Don’t mind him Y/N, we both trust you” your mother gave a comforting smile as you smiled back softly

“ Thanks, I should check on Hajime though” you said as you walk to the door as you open it you see Iwaizumi sitting on the ledge of the porch

“Can’t say he still won’t bother us anymore” you sighed as you sat with him

“Sorry about all this” Iwaizumi frowned slightly

“It’s okay! He’s always like that!” Your brother spoke up as he sat in between both of you “He’s always so grumpy when it comes to y/n and me” your brother pouted as he laid his head on Iwaizumi’s lap making him chuckle slightly

“He’s just overprotective of us” you commented “But sometimes it feels too overbearing of him” you sighed tiredly

“It’s okay! You can get through it together!” your brother stood up and hugged you both tightly together

“Thank you buddy” Iwaizumi smiled

You were glad at least your parents were on your side. You understood why your brother was like that as he just wanted to protect you. Though you won’t let him bother you or Iwaizumi. You knew better than him that he’d never leave you broken-hearted. Unbeknownst to you your brother was already plotting something.

“Nee-chan! Are you gonna visit your boyfriend?” Your brother ran towards you as you were about to leave your house

“Yeah! His team’s been working very hard so I made them lunch!” You smiled as your brother looked at the neatly made bento boxes you were carrying 

“Can I come? Please!” Your brother said with his puppy eyes making you giggle

“C’mon let’s go!” You said as he jumped in joy

As you both walked towards the gym you weren’t surprised to see Oikawa’s fangirls waiting at the door for the brunette. You paid no mind to them and opened the gymnasium door. As you opened the door you saw a girl talking to Hajime and Oikawa holding something. You observed the girl give Iwaizumi a box of something then she proceeded to run off past you outside the gymnasium.

“Who was that?” You asked Iwaizumi as you both walk over to him

“I think she was a fan” Iwaizumi replied as he examined the box

“Hey who’s this?” Oikawa kneeled down at your brother holding your hand

“I’m y/n’s brother!” Your brother waved excitedly

“Did you come here to see me?” Oikawa smirked as Iwaizumi rolled his eyes

“Are you Oikawa?” Your brother tilted your head

“Yeah! You must know all about me!” Oikawa laughed to himself

“You’re Shittykawa!” Your brother said excitedly making you and Oikawa’s eyes widen whilst the whole team and Iwaizumi hold in their laughter

“Don’t say that!” You scold as your face flushes with embarrassment whilst your brother looked at you with confusion

“Who told you to say that?” Oikawa asked trying to hold back his anger 

“I heard Iwa-chan say that!” Your brother pointed at Iwaizumi

“How could you teach a child to say that!” Oikawa yelled at Iwaizumi making him roll his eyes

“It’s true though” Iwaizumi shrugged off

“Nevermind all that! Nee-chan made food for all of you!” Your brother exclaimed as you show the boxes of bento

“Woah really?” Makki walked over to you looking at the bento boxes you were carrying

“Yeah I made it for all of you” you smiled

“I was just getting hungry, thanks Y/N” Iwaizumi smiled back

“Thank you Y/N!” The team bowed in gratitude as you handed over the bento boxes

“Hey little guy, why don’t you watch us play volleyball after we eat” Oikawa suggested to your brother 

“Can I?” Your brother looked at you with pleading eyes

“You have a curfew though” you teased making your brother pout

“C’mon Y/N” Oikawa pestered as you chuckled

“Alright fine” you said as your brother jumped in joy

“Can you teach me how to play?” your brother asked excitedly

“Yeah! We’ll teach you everything” Makki smiled “But you don’t wanna learn from Oikawa, we call him Shittykawa for a reason” he whispered

“I heard that!” Oikawa yelled as Makki brushed him off

You were overjoyed seeing your brother having fun with the whole team. You wondered how everyone could deal with how much energy he was outputting.

“Someone’s having a lot of fun” Iwaizumi commented looking at your brother trying to serve

“Hopefully he doesn’t turn out like Oikawa” you chuckled as you looked at him to see the box still wrapped “Why haven’t you opened the box yet?” You tilt your head

“Oh, I forgot” Iwaizumi said as he grabbed the box and opened it revealing  chocolates and other goodies inside

“It’s all Godzilla themed” you examined the box

“Yeah, I wonder how she’d know I don’t exactly tell anyone about it” Iwaizumi pondered

“Your phone case tells otherwise” you giggle showing him his phone as he blushed

“Iwaizumi got a fan! That's a first” Makki when over to the both of you “Usually Oikawa’s the only one with fans” Makki sat down next to both of you

“Y/N’s sitting right there” Matsun chuckled

“It doesn’t count if they’re dating though” Makki responded

“Well, I’ll always be his number one fan!” you hugged Iwaizumi

“Nee-chan look! I can do a serve now!” He tried to serve but it only ended up hitting Oikawa making the team laugh “Oops sorry!” He tried helping Oikawa up

“We need to work on that” Oikawa said slightly dazed

You slightly disliked the idea of fangirls giving your boyfriend gifts, however you knew that he was bound to have fans being the ace of the team so you understand. It’d be fine if it was different girls giving him gifts but the same girl kept giving him gifts every single day. Each gift had something that not alot of people knew about which slightly made you uncomfortable. You tried to pay no mind to it but that same girl kept bothering Iwaizumi trying to get all his attention, even when he tries to tell her to lay off gently she doesn’t get the hint.

“Are you okay Y/N-chan?” Oikawa asked you as the both of you walked to the gymnasium

“Huh? Yeah…” you spoke 

“Is it about that one girl bothering Iwa-chan?” He asked looking at you

“N-no what makes you say that?” You tried to hide your jealousy making Oikawa chuckle

“It’s written all on your face Y/N, you’re cleary bothered by it” Oikawa pointed at your discomforted face making you sigh

“I appreciate that he has fans, I mean he’s always been insecure about being in the shadow but…” you spoke looking down

“But you don’t want them to be all touchy and grabby with him, am I right?” Oikawa guessed as you nodded “I understand I mean he did try to let her off gently but she still persists” Oikawa sighed in annoyance

“I don’t wanna make it seem like he can’t hang out with other people or have fans but… It makes me feel bad about myself” you expressed your turmoil

“Hey, it’s alright to be jealous! You can’t control how you feel” Oikawa gave you a smile of reassurance “Don't feel bad about yourself! Iwa-chan would never replace you, especially if it’s a pick me like her!” Oikawa encouraged making you smile

“You seem bothered by a fan that’s a first” you chuckled

“If it was my own fan I wouldn’t really care but if it’s bothering my best friend’s significant other! It bothers me too!” Oikawa smiled at you

“Thank you Shittykawa” you teased as he frowned

“Hey! I just gave you kind words!” Where’s my thanks He crossed his arms making you laugh more

“You’re right, I’m sure it’ll all blow over” you said as you open the gymnasium door

“Something wrong, Iwaizumi?” Makki asked putting all his stuff down on the bleachers

“The girl who comes here everyday she won’t leave me alone” Iwaizumi replied with an annoyed expression plastered on his face

“Oh the one giving you gifts?” Makki asked to which Iwaizumi nods “I can see why” Makki chuckled

“She’s more annoying than the fans Oikawa always has outside the gym” Iwaizumi huffed making the pink haired boy laugh

“It makes you wonder how Oikawa can bask in all their attention” Matsun chuckled as he interjected

“I really wouldn’t care if it wasn’t bothering Y/N” Iwaizumi sat down placing his hand on his forehead “They don’t wanna admit it but it’s clearly bothering them alot” he continued

“You told her to lay off already right?” Makki asked as he sat down with Iwaizumi

“Hundreds of times” Iwaizumi responded “I even told her straight up when we were alone” he let out a sigh of frustration

“She sounds super obsessed” Matsun added

“What if someone’s paying her to do that?” Makki suggested “I mean not even Oikawa’s fans are that obsessed with him” Makki placed his hand on his chin

“You know… that might be it” Iwaizumi thought

As you opened the door you felt your life flash before your eyes. You and Oikawa saw the girl leaning into Iwaizumi sharing a kiss. Your eyes start brimming in tears feeling overwhelmed at what you were seeing. Iwaizumi pushed her off, his eyes widened looking at you. You couldn’t bear the sight anymore so you ran away to compose yourself. Oikawa catches up to you and held you to stop you from running

“Y/N! Listen to me!” Oikawa holds you tighter as you try to get out from his grasp “We both know Iwa-chan would never hurt you!” He reasoned with you stopping you from moving as tears fell from your cheeks

“I know but… It still hurts…” You continued to cry as Oikawa rubbed your back

“Hey, c’mon let’s just hear him out this could all be one big misunderstanding” Oikawa held you up as Iwaizumi catches up to both of you

“Y/N I can explain she forced herself-” Iwaizumi was cut of by your tight hug

“I knew you wouldn’t do that but I guess my insecurities took over” you explained nestling your head in his chest

“I’d never do that to you… I won’t ever treat you the way that bastard treated you…” Iwaizumi hugged you back “I made a promise to your little brother after all” he smiled at you

“He’s a little guy but he’s pretty scary” Oikawa chuckled

“I can’t disappoint my little buddy” Iwaizumi chuckled along “Anyway I think I know what’s going on” Iwaizumi said as you and Oikawa look in confusion

Iwaizumi explained how the girl admitted she was being paid by someone for doing all this. You instantly knew who would do this so you stormed back to your house as quickly as possible.

“Oh y/n you’re home early!” Your mother smiled but soon faltered seeing your serious face

“Oikawa and Iwa-chan!” Your younger brother runs up to the both of them

“I think now’s not the time” Oikawa chuckled nervously as he picked up your brother “Why don’t Iwa-chan and I go play outside and teach you how to play more volleyball” “Oikawa takes him to the backyard as he squealed in joy

“What’s going on?” your mother asked confused

“Where’s b/n?” You inquired with a serious tone ignoring your mother’s question

“Right here” your brother said walking down the stairs “I see you’ve brought him again” your brother glared looking at Iwaizumi and Oikawa playing with your little brother outside

“Trust me he isn't your biggest problem right now” you scowled “How could you pay a girl to ruin my relationship with Hajime!” You accused making your brother scoff while your mother widens her eyes

“I want an explanation now!” Your mother looked at your brother with an angered expression

“Wow, accusing me now? I told you your new relationship would make you more delusional than you already are!” He rolled his eyes making you laugh

“I’m delusional? You’re the delusional one if you think you can pay a girl to make him do the same exact mistake as my ex did!” You argued back “You don’t need to hide it, she fessed up already!” you continued to yell angrily

“So what if I did huh? It won’t be a matter of time till he does that to you!” Your brother confessed still trying to defend himself making you more angry

“You don’t know that! You don’t know anything!” You yelled as you started tearing up 

“Why don't you listen to me!” He yelled back as your mother tried to come both of you down “I don’t want you to end up like that again! It was my fault why you were like that in the first place! I can’t let you feel that way again knowing I didn’t do anything to stop it!” He explained as his eyes glistened with tears making your expression soften

“I know you want to protect me but… I’m sure that he wouldn’t do that to me… He was there for me when it happened, he was the one who was with me the entire way and was helping me get through it” you explained as your brothers eyes widened “Honestly I don’t think I would’ve been able to get through it if it weren’t for him” you smiled reminiscing at the thought “He already showed it to me today how he’d never do that to me from how you staged everything… I know you want to protect me but I know for sure he would never do that” you looked at your brother eyes “So please… give him a chance” you asked with pleading eyes as he wiped away his tears

“Don’t blame yourself hun” your mother comforted your brother “It was completely out of your control and you didn’t know that it would turn out like that…” your mother hugged your brother “If you give them a chance you’re already protecting Y/N by allowing a responsible young man to be by their side” your mother continued

“Yeah! And he promised he’d never hurt Y/N!” your brother interjected walking inside

“Sorry, we heard all the fighting from the inside and the little guy couldn’t contain himself” Oikawa scratched the back of his head

“Please give them a chance! Let Y/N start over happy! We all want that for them right?” Your younger brother pleaded 

“Alright, I’ll take your word Y/N…” your older brother agreed, making your younger brother jump in joy “Sorry Iwaizumi for all this and what I’ve put you both through… I understand if you won’t forgive me” he scratched the back of his head

“It’s alright we both want to protect her” Iwaizumi smiled accepting your brother’s apology

“Okay! No more fighting! It’s so tiring” your brother huffed as you picked him up

“Don’t worry we’re all tired too” you smiled kissing his cheek

“Let’s go play more volleyball” your brother exclaimed

“I thought you said you were exhausted” Oikawa chuckled

“Nope! I wanna play!” Your brother said making you all laugh

“Why don’t I teach you how to spike?” Iwaizumi offered making you smile seeing your younger brother’s joyed expression

“All's well that ends well” you smiled sighing in relief

I was so immersed with this one the argument and the "cheating" hit my heart 😭😭😭 Thank you so much for requesting this again! This was a banger 50th post!

[wonik1ss]

party on —

pairing : vampire kim lip loona x f!reader

song rec : nonsense - sabrina carpenter

It was a typical night in your college dorm shared with your bff heejin. you were busy studying for this big upcoming test while she procrastinated by going to another college party.

“ Y/n do you know we’re my red pumps are? “. Heejin wined as she looked all over the place for her brand new shoes.

“ I don’t know where they are maybe check the bathroom “. You said as you were busy flipping through tons of books trying your best to study for the test that was practically just knocking at your door.

“ Maybe this is a sign you should’nt go to this party and should instead study for it like me “. You said as Heejin walked back into the room rolling her eyes and then smirking.

“ First this isn’t a sign you and me know you don’t believe in that shit, and second these aren’t for me there for you “. She said as she finally found her pumps and went over to your desk dangling them over your head.

“ You know you want to… “. Heejin said as she tried to hypnotize you but it only ended in the two of you laughing.

“.. I guess I can I mean we have 3 days till the test so I guess one night- “.

“ YES ok I have this nice black dress you can wear and “. You laughed as you watched Heejin running around your dorm like a lion looking for its prey or in this instance some clothes for you to wear.

Boy was this going to hectic night..

-

As the two of you approached the house Heejin asked you again if her make up was ok, before knocking on the door and being welcomed in by a drink Choerry.

“ Welcome gu- OMG IS THAT.. Y/N “. Choerry screamed as every looked over in shock to see the schools book worm aka you; at the door step in heejins slick black dress red pumps and red jewelry to compliment.

“ I CANT BELIVE SHE GORT YOU TO COME “. Choerry continued to yell as she let you two in and then got taken away by who you assumed to be one of her other friends. Just as you were about to dash for the the door heejin grabbed you hand and said.

“ No ditching me.. I got my eyes and ears everywhere, so just have fun and get flat out drunk “. Heejin said as she saw her group of friends and ran to say hi.

Now instead of ditching like you wanted to two seconds ago you decided to listen to Heejin ; and found your way to the kitchen to make yourself a drink you knew what kind of things had in it.

“ Omg Y/n is that you? “. You turned around to see your friend Jinsoul staring at you like she saw a ghost mouth ajar and all.

“ Ya Heejin finally got me to go to one of these.. partys “. You said slightly smiling as Jinsoul as drunk as ever hung on to each and every word you said.

“ Well that’s greet, and since your here you should talk to my bff Kim Lip I think she’s- “.

“ Right here “. The redhead said as she stepped in front of Jinsoul now looking you up and down ; like you were some treat she couldn’t wait to eat.

“ Ok so now that you have some company I think ima go do some shots with Yves and Choerry “. Jinsoul said as she stumbled her way out of the kitchen and into the ; living room to meet the two other wasted girls.

“ You much more pretty in person “. Kim Lip said as she looked at your right eye then your lip and then your left eye and then began to lick her lips. Your face started to blush after you noticed what she was doing. As you thought you thought to yourself.

“ Heejin must’ve really worked her magic on me “.

“ Ya she did.. but I wanna see them in a better lighting “. Kim Lip said as your face turned confused and she grabbed you hand and dragged you to the nearest room.

-

Once you got in she locked the door and guided you to the bed. You were sorry to say this but you were a little wasted too.

“ Now this is better now I can see you in your full beauty “. Kim lip said as you giggled as she caressed your face.. eyes looking like they were glowing.. red.

“ I could just take a bite out of you.. “. Kim lip seductively said as she pinned you to the head of the bed ; now making two small sized bites in your neck. As you groaned not knowing if this was supposed to be pleasure or not the door opened.

“ WE GOT TO GO NOW Y/N THE COPS ARE ON THE WAY YOU GOT 2 MINUTES “. Heejin ran in and as quickly as she did ran out barely able to to even turn the corner before she started to barf.

You lazily moved you face to see Kim lips as blooded dripped from her fangs and her lip.

“ Was.. that.. tasty “. You said as you eyes started to flicker closed as you wiped a bit of the blood of of Kim lips lip.

“ Ya.. I would go for more but I don’t wanna suck your blood in jail “. She said as she started to pick you up bridle style as you started to giggle.

-

Kim Lip handed you over to Heejin’s and your dd and was about to leave before you said.

“ Wait I need your number I wanna see you again “. Lazily trying as hard as you could to keep your eyes open.

“ You will see me soon Y/n… just party on.. “. The redhead said as she seemed to disappear into thin air as the sun started to rise.

You got into the car and buckled in and did the same for Heejin as she started to speak.

“ See I told you partying would be fun “. As you let her lean her head on your shoulder you looked out the window an said.

“ Ya.. I think I might just continue to party on too “.

[lightlycareless]

sooo can we get a sneak peek 👀👀

Heya anon!

Was planning to do a post for that, kind of like "if I get one like I'll post a sneak peak" and then like it myself lol but you won me to that!

Anyways, here's the first page/segment of the next chapter :) I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: spoilers for chapter 33🤭 also, some words might change. Gotta give it that last proofread if you know what I mean.

“Dear Hinata—

I hope this letter finds you well.

I’m still not used to writing that, the whole dear Hinata thing. It reminds me of those really old letters, like from the Victorian Era or something, or those during the war, when people used to be very polite and stuff, super formal even with their own friends and family! I don’t know how to describe it… I hope you get what I mean.

But yeah, reading back through my letters after I'm done writing them always makes me laugh because I think I’m being melodramatic.

In my excuse, it’s all because of those etiquette classes we were forced to take since, I don’t know, we were born? Ugh, and only because of our roles in the clan! Which I don’t mind! Really… but sometimes the elders tend to be very weird about it, and it makes me feel like they don’t deserve to be treated respectfully at all! I know that you, more than anyone else, would understand what I mean.

Ah, well, I’m not writing to you to complain about my preferences, I’m doing so because… there’s no other way to put it: I miss you.

It’s been a while since I heard anything from you, or at all. And I’m not writing either to complain about that! I don’t want you to feel guilty, if you ever get time to read my letters, for not responding because I know for a fact you’re very busy with work. 

Last thing I heard was that the crisis was getting worse. It was already bad during my last mission, so I can only imagine how it is now.

Either way, even when I understand why you can’t respond, it’s still… painful to not hear anything from you. I wish I could at least get one letter from you, a call, even a smoke signal for god’s sake, I don’t care, just to let me know how you, Ren, dad, and everyone else is doing.

I hope Satoru isn’t bothering you too much, Sumire too. I know very well how annoying they can be on their own, so I feel even worse knowing that I can’t help you ease the burden of their antics ^^; hang on, Hinata!!

As for me, life here has been… ok, to say the least. The life of a married woman is surprisingly boring, but I think that’s mainly because there’s so many new things I now have to take care of that I ever thought of before! Mom and dad sure made it seem so fun… or that’s what they wanted us to think? 

Anyways, now that I’ve experienced a bit of the “married life” I now feel confident to tell you that you did the right thing in not marrying Satoru. Being a wife is boring, you’re expected to keep most of the time in the house, tending to it and its inhabitants… So yeah, definitely boring. Although I think Satoru could’ve managed to also make it irritating. 

But yeah, being a sorcerer is much more exciting, totally.

That kind of makes my life sound terrible, right? Like I’m locked or something. Please, don’t worry. I’m ok, busy, but ok. Just missing you, and Ren. 

I hope dad is ok too. He worries me the most. I… hope he hasn’t taken up on drinking again. You know how bad he gets when he spirals… please take care of him if you can.

From there, I don’t really have anything new to say. My ladies, Mariya, Haruko and Hitomi, have been quite calm nowadays, and that’s a bit eerie if you ask me! Anyways, I hope you can meet them one day. Or Mai and Maki, I think you’d find them adorably funny too! And mischievous. They kind of remind me of us when we were younger. Oh, but they’re definitely way nicer, we used to be our parent’s nightmare, remember?

But all in due time, I suppose.

Well… I guess the main point of this letter is to tell you that I miss you, very, very much. That I hope you’re ok and… don’t worry about me. Keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll be here.

Take care, and give everyone a big hug from my part.

Yours truly, Y/N.

P.S. Don’t let Satoru get the idea that just because I’m not there, my things are his. They’re not. And please, please, please don’t let him delete my save files. I do intend on playing them again when possible”

[alex31624]

Duck Comic Reading Club Week 10: Paperinik New Adventures: Invasion!

No, I haven't forgot about Ducks on the Road. I was the one who suggest that one. But, I want to have PK up to day.

The only downside is that, this is has Angus as one of the main characters.

The kiwi is traveling to New Zealand, his birthplace.

This guy hates anything that can be consider fun.

The arrival of Fangus became big news, as the airport worker quickly give notice. Looks like the no-one-favorite reporter is in some dirty business.

That's the face of a corrupt businessman.

Meanwhile, Donald and Uno are working to find all the Evronians' spores. Otherwise, we may be facing extinction.

Just another day in PK's life.

I love their friendship.

Back to Angus, who's in full infiltration mode. How a fatass, ugly as a sin, kinda tall kiwi can infiltrate anywhere is beyond me.

But, hey, comic book magic.

But he didn't expect to be face to face with the worst kind of villain, the rich. This guy Cook, really hates Angus. And, you know, who can blame him?

Looks like Angus had information on Cook, in a disc. Does anyone remember discs? 240 MB of capacity, enough to take over the world.

Ok, let's be real here, as much I mock Angus, he's not dumb. He knows his job. That make me wonder, why he hide the disc in a mask, instead of having on him the whole time. Its a really flawed plan.

Back to PK, who arrives to Cape Dominion. And the plot complicates when we meet the clan leader, Nebula Faraday.

This crazy lady talks about the Cosmic Lords, and make me think of the Leader in The Simpsons. That was a good one.

The difference is that Nebula actually believe that this aliens are saviors. She has no idea what she's dealing with.

That makes her dangerous.

PK goes to the top on the mountains, and find an Evronians' camp. Spores and everything.

But this time, the numbers game were in their favour. The Evronians took out PK, finally.

Or not…?

God, this guy is an asshole. Lock him up, and throw the key.

We have a flashback when we learn what Angus' deal was with Cook. Cook was polluting the area where Angus and his clan live.

Why I can't understand, why Angus didn't report to the authorities? Why make a underground deal?

But, to be fair, I've never confront any corrupt businessman, so, maybe that's the etiquette.

Back to PK, he was saved by Rangi, the former leader of the clan. She explain all what happened with the Evronians' spore and the crazy Nebula.

Rangi has give up, and wants nothing to do with the clan. But PK made her have a change of heart. That's a hero's job. Light up the heart of the ones in trouble.

And here, things get a bit complicated. Turns out that Cook's big plan was to give financial aid to Nebula to help he take control of the village. Nebula did that because she believed that the Cosmic Lords were the second coming, but Cook did it because he wanted to put Nebula in a zeppelin, where she would make her speach about the Cosmic Lords, and then blow it up, so the clan would look as terrorist, and he can get the land.

Wow…

Anyway, PK tells the village people the truth. Them, fire up by their returnig leader, fight back against the Evronians.

I'm telling you, the only way the Evronians are conquering us is with a army so massive that every human...? duck...? ...being, has to figth against 10 of them. They suck.

PK flights to the zeppelin and save everyone. Even Angus.

I love you PK.

He and Uno send the exploding zeppelin right into the Evronians' ship and that's it. Once again, the world is save by PK.

Ah, and Rangi was Angus mother all along, yey…

This was good. It's not the best nor boring at all, just good. It expands the threat if anything.

[hotarutranslations]

AniRecoTV, Iwami Manaka-san, Kahara Moe-san!

Evening

The day I got to perform at, TV Tokyo Music Fest 2024 Summer was amazing,

I'm finally going to talk about it…

That day, I got to meet with Miyama Karen-san! Also with NONSTYLE's Inoue-san too!

Thats what I wrote but,

Speaking of those 2, "AniRecoTV"

It was exactly the day of the recording for AniRecoTV 🌻

What kind of shows will we talk about this time~ As I looked at the recoridng schedule,

The names of the guests,

A show I've had the blessing of being connected to in various ways, Fruits Baskets, Voice actress that was the voice of Honda Tohru-chan,

Iwami Manaka-san!! Was going to be there!!

Nah, she hadn't arrived yet but, Here name was there!!

It was for a different show, Introducing "Narenare: Cheer For You!"🏵🏵

In any case,

I was getting excited alone like, With the fact that, 'She is here? Today?' I really felt like a bother being like, waiting to go in to greet her or greet her as she is leaving..🫣

One way or another with things going on,

These kinds of things don't normally happen but,

If you noticed,

I was allowed to watch, the AniRecoTV recording…🫣🫶🏻😳😂

Its really strange!!!!!! Why was it OK!!!!!! lol

The AniRecoTV staff in the studio, were really, really warm as they let me in😭😭 And applauding me😭😭

It was strange 😭😭lol

Since I went into the studio a little early, While Miyama-san and Inoue-san were talking…

I was delaying looking through the script, and asked myself, why!…

"Narenare: Cheer For You!" Is an anime that has just started🏵🏵

The main subject of it is cheerleading! I was very interested it that day! I watched first episode and all the girls were unique…!

This, Narenare: Cheer For You! was introduced by,

Iwami Manaka-san🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also, Kahara Moe-san🫶🏻🫶🏻

I go to meet them😭😭 Thank you very much😭😭

Being able to watch the recording, was a really valuable time… I listened to various stories…

The time I got to listen in will be, airing on July 22nd (Mon) on AniRecoTV! I don't appear but you'll get an understanding of it! lol

2 years ago I, Got to do an onstage greeting after the showing of, "Fruits Basket --Prelude--"

✍🏻The blog from that time

At the time, Watching the 2 of them answer various questions,

The love for the characters, The depth of their interaction, I remember being moved and thinking, They're the ones who understand the characters the most, after all…

With this recording its exactly,

With Iwami-san and Kahara-san,

I could feel their loving approach, towards the rich individuality in the characters in Narenare: Cheer For You! Like they were each having fun~~

It was an amazing day…

Tv Tokyo Music Fest 2024 Summer🌻

I did my best lol Again, thank you very much!

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Unleash Your Inner Minion: Minion Land Invades Universal Studios Singapore in 2024

Attention all minion maniacs! The time that everyone has been looking forward to has finally arrived – be sure to mark it on your calendar because Minion Land will be part of the list of attractions that will be officially launched with Universal Studios Singapore this year. Bye, bye, Madagascar and welcome the enclosing world with goofiness, spectacles, and gigantic fun!

What is Minion Land?

Minion Land will be the latest themed land usurping regular Universal Studios Singapore. The Minion-themed Abenturdüsme, inspired by friendly yellow characters from the Despicable Me franchise, will offer an immersive journey for children, teenagers, and adults alike!

What Can Visitors Expect?

1. The World's First Minion Ride:

Get ready for the memorable experience when you revert to the size of a Minions which is a unique opportunity for a thrilling journey alongside the impish creatures of the Minions. This awe-inspiring ride is one of a kind, the first of its kind in any US-owned park, and preferable for the pleasure of all.

2. Step into Mayhem at Gru's House:

Along with Gru and his yellow minions that is as crazy as may be, you will have a unique simulator ride. Get the thrill of feeling the excitement when never the same experience as you are witness to the Minion Mayhem of Despicable Me through high-tech and life experience.

3. Minion-Themed Fun for All Ages:

You can smile, sing, and cook with the infamous Minions at Minion Land or watch them perform entertaining acts and meet your favorite character. Ok, folks, it is time to embark on the minion-filled journey of your lifetime and the commemorative treasure to go along with it.

FAQ's:

1. What day is Planetination opening?

The opening date has yet to be made public, so maintain a regular check on Universal Studios Singapore on their official channels in this respect. It is 2024 year which is coming very close now, so if you want to be fed with inner minion “disease”, today is your lucky day!

2. Do rides run the risk of being locked into different age ranges?

The age restrictions are not so far clarified, but this new amusement park is sure to provide an unparalleled experience for guests of every age group. The information about the opening date will be shared through various channels and stay tuned to get updates.

3. But can I see the Minions in the Minion land?

Absolutely! The minion land is of high quality and attractive to fans of the movie with character interaction zones in this area. Fans are allowed to meet and greet their favorite yellow characters here up close.

4. Will Edibles and Drinks be available in the Land of Minions?

While there are no known reselections of the food venues within Minion Land, Universal Studios Singapore officially has a wide range of dining options as a means to please all tastes and preferences.

Do you plan to go to Singapore, and would like to encourage your children to join you on your trip to their Minion Land located at Universal Studios Singapore? Explore the possibility of letting the Singapore tour package from Bangalore designed by Trip Cabinet do all the mobilization for you that would enable your trip to be an effortless and unforgettable journey! Witness the onslaught of the antagonist and then gear up yourself for the adventure of a lifetime at Minion Land, at Universal Singapore. No matter what you are looking for, there is a Minion-themed escape room that will guarantee fun for you and your friends. Therefore join us again and now experience the Minions like no other!

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Agatha's Grandpa

Some things in life are fucking dark. Just like this bathroom. Couldn't find the light switch, don't even know why the lights were off in the first place; someone else was in there just before me. 

I lean back facing away from the mirror, I'm already getting reflected by the floor tiles anyway. I think they're pink. Dark pink maybe.

I've cleaned myself up, i should be getting out of here. Wonder if he's still there.

These walls ain't shit, i can hear every single thing happening outside. I remember a couple of years back YouTube was full of music edits meant to sound like you were locked in a bathroom in the midst of a party. What kind of party would play arctic monkeys? You only want to listen to them when you're alone, thinking of someone, or when you are actually fucking them.

Sex is such a funny thing. One minute you're enjoying it, the next you think back to what had happened and it is not fun anymore. Are you ok what happened did i do something. You didn't do anything wrong stop worrying. Stop looking at me like that. Can't have pity for what you've never known. 

It's just that some things in life are fucking dark. Maybe I should just tell him that. I think he could understand. He looked confused. Shouldn't have done this.

Someone's knocking at the door.

I get up, straighten my clothes, my hair.

I get out of that god awful dark pink bathroom and into the party. I don't know the songs they are playing. Something about sex for sure. God it is always there. Sex sex sex and sex again. We should have just kissed. Just a kiss and then pretend that nothing happened. That's what friends do i think. Never had a friend like him.

I try my best to walk in a straight line, anything to seem composed. It shouldn't be so hot. It's fucking december. January now. God I'm drunk.

Down the wooden stairs there's the door, open, the air of a new year filling out the crowded room in all of its twirls, twisting upon itself.

I grab a coat; just now it got cooler. I should go outside. I look for my cigarettes, open a new package. It's so goddamn cold the lighter won't start, it's almost frustrating really.

"Do you want me to light it for you?" Said this girl. "Your hands are shaking. Mine shake all the time too, it's a real bummer, you know? Well i suppose you do."

I let her do her thing. Thank you.

She's still talking to me. Are you okay do you need some water.

"I'm good" i say. "You don't look too good yourself" after i have actually looked at her. She was right, her hands were pretty shaky. She had long bony fingers. Veiny.

She laughs a bit. "Yeah i did something kinda dumb".

"No shit, me too." I confess. "Do you want one?" I ask shaking the package.

"Was about to ask."

She lights a cigarette and her eyelids slowly meet each other as she exhales.

She asks me what I've done. I tell her i slept with one of my best friends.

"Was she good at it?" She asked

"He's a man." I say

"Oh that's cool. I slept with a woman."

"Tonight?" i ask.

"Yeah." She doesn't say anything else. 

We sit on the porch, smoking rather slowly. There's no hurry in going back in there. I wonder what he's doing.

We're not the only ones out, a bunch of people in small groups, some talking annoyingly loud, waving their hands with their cigarettes attached; in the dead of night they look like little lighthouses gone mad: waving erratically and signaling the ships lost in the endless blanket of mist that will cover us all up until march. 

Me and the girl are lighthouses too except we're sitting still. I wonder what she's thinking about. 

"Are you thinking about that girl?" I ask.

I'm not looking at her but i can feel the fresh breath of her gaze.

"Who? The one i fucked in the bathroom?" She gets a bit cocky, a bitter smile.

"The bathroom with the pink tiles?"

"Why? And also yes".

"No shit. I just used it."

"Well isn't this a small world."

"Is she a friend?"

She seems amused. "Why do you care?"

I don't think I do, I just want to be reassured that someone is having a worse night than I am.

"No, i met her tonight for the first time"

Damn her.

"It seems ideal really. That's what i prefer, at least".

"Oh wow. So cool" i think she's teasing rather than straight up insulting me. I'm just being honest why would she be insulting? It's less embarrassing if you don't care about their opinion.

I tell her just that, she makes a humming sound.

"I'm not really good at that." She says. "My attention span is devastatingly short, it takes a lot for a stranger to entertain me enough to hook up with them". She's wearing a sly smile.

"Wow."

"Yeah i know how pretentious it sounds" she huffs, looking a little embarrassed. There's no need for that though, i think i get it.

I'm the exact opposite. My attention span is so mortifyingly short that anybody can get between my legs. Or let me in theirs, though it only happens on rare occasions. 

Apparently we agreed upon mutual silence that we would stay outside a little longer. I go for another cigarette, mostly to keep myself occupied. She wants to be occupied as well and starts talking. I don't mind, really. She's being nice. Maybe she gets it.

I'm actually starting to feel better. Maybe i never felt bad in the first place. Yeah that seems right. Overreacting as usual. I just liked him. I like him. I think he liked it. Who the hell knows what he thinks now. Where is he anyway? He said there was a girl hitting on him. He said that when he came looking for me. That's got to mean something.

Yeah that's it. It didn't happen because of all of that. I freaked out because i liked him. Think i was in love with him up until an hour ago. Crazy what a pair of unzipped pants can do…

I ask the girl her name, guilty of not paying attention. Has she already told me? 

"Agatha" she says. "It's a good name. It's great. But it makes me feel old." Chuckles.

I like that name. "There's nothing wrong with being old" i point out. "My grandad is one of my best friends". I say 

"My grandad has dementia i think. Poor guy, i truly love him. I do."

"Oh. I'm sorry" i start dating something else but I'm not really sure what.

She just shrugs. I guess it happens. Yeah it does. 

Sometimes i lose my memory as well. All of those moments i had lost coming back in dreams rolling through roundabouts and back alleys. Dirty dirty dreams. I remember now. It's not that bad. I'm not that dirty. How much filth doeas Agatha have under her skin, i wonder.

"What's a young person name then?" i ask her instead. She looks at me for a while and then i notice her stare is actually blank. She is really thinking about it, playing with a strand of hair and biting her left cheek.

"Probably Anna. It still starts with an A and it is a palyndrome, which is funny. "

"It's not that funny" i point out

"Well it doesn't have to be hilarious!" She says back, amused, her voice slightly higher.

I don't remember how we got to walking around the garden. I'm sobering up slowly, a courtain opening up to shame. 

The place is nice though. Green. Blue. It got easier to see the stars once the air cleaned up a little. Stars and lots of hills, hills up until the end of the world. They are green just like this one. Earthly sibilings i guess. They are green with loads of orange: houses, lights. So many people awake. I won't ever meet them. Maybe some. I probably will never meet the ones Agatha will.

Down this hill lies our city. There's my mom somewhere asleep, i hope she's with dad. Who knows where my sister is. Should i call her? 

We get to the top, a small wooden fence guarding the area, making sure nobody rolls down. Behind us there's woods. 

Agatha has told me lots of stuff. She knows a lot of gossip about the people here but she only tells me about the people she doesn't like. Serves them right. There's this guy fucking the best friend of the girl he's going out with; this other chick is cheating on her boyfriend; one 'fucking asshole piece of shit' almost molested one of her friends. Fucking asshole piece of shit. And then she says the girl she slept with (even though they weren't in a bed or even horizontal for all that matters) tried to touch her even when she kept saying no. Agatha slapped her so hard her glasses flew out of her face. 

Yeah, she gets it.

I tell her about him. I tend to do that a lot. Talk about him, that is. I truly hope he doesn't mind. 

I was the one who started it, but he kissed me first, he'd been a real fucking gentleman about it. Really, he was. He looked at me with smiling eyes. His eyes are blue. Of course they are, and his hair is blond. He looked at me like that and he leaned in gently, asking for permission with the time it took for his lips to place onto mine. I was smiling as well. 

Should have kept it like that. 

At least among all the orange around me there's gotta be someone that did the same thing as me tonight. Or tomorrow or ten years ago. I truly don't believe in originality anyway. He's the only one who's different.

"Why is he?" She asks.

"He just is. You'd see it if you met him. It's all in his eyes. I think he knows something nobody else does."

"I think everybody does. But you only see it in him because it's him. Or maybe it's him because you see it."

"That's not true. Think of how many bland people there are in the world"

"Thanks. I'm pretty fucking bland but i know that i have something nobody else does. Just like everybody else." She says "I watched Fight Club in eighth grade, maybe that's why I don't believe in individuality. But I'm still a big individualist. Oh yes, damn right i am. I am the only real person in my life just like you are the only real person in yours. We don't really exist to each other. I'm glad i met you and all of that but how can i be sure you are real? It takes enough strength to convince myself that i am. Don't you ever just want to go to sleep?"

She stops for a second.

"Stop saying that" i plead. "Just don't. I can't hear this shit I'm sorry." 

"No man, I'm sorry. Really. It's dumb. I said some dumb shit. Sorry."

"That's okay" i mumble. "It's okay," i repeat.

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

[chasing-classics]

Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader (2)

Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader

  Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, NON-CON

  Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door. In Part Two, you meet another one of your students, only to be interrupted by the boy next door.

Part 1

 A couple of weeks had passed since your encounter with Nate, but the fear of what the teenage was capable of remained fresh in your mind. You could never forget the dominant, controlling look in his eyes when he had threatened you in your office. Since then, you had been unable to sleep properly and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, you had not encountered him face-to-face since that day, but his presence could always be felt never too far away. He was like some sort of predator, a beast lurking in a dense jungle. Eyes sharp and ready to go in for the kill at any moment.

 ‘’Um miss?’’ a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

 You quickly snapped your head up, sitting straight up in your office chair as a young girl stood in the doorway. She was average height for her age, dark hair, glamorous makeup, and full lips. You had seen her walking down the hall a few times, an air of confidence always surrounding her. She reminded you of the girls you hated when you were in high school.

  ‘’I’m so sorry, please come in,’’ you extended your hand, gesturing to one of the empty chairs or the couch in front of your desk. She nodded, shutting the door behind her as she made herself comfortable.

 ‘’I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to everything here. I’m Miss y/l/n,’’ you held out your hand for her to shake. She looked down at it before slowly returning the gesture. Whether she just wasn’t used to people being polite to her or she just didn’t like you, you weren’t sure.

 ‘’Maddy,’’ she replied, her expression unreadable.

 ‘’Well how can I help you Maddy?’’ you offered a kind smile despite her semi-cold attitude.

 Her eyes flickered, searching for the right words to express her thoughts. Your brow furrowed as she visibly struggled.

 ‘’This is a safe place Maddy, whatever you tell me stays between us,’’ you encouraged.

 She bit down on her lip, hands twisting and fumbling in her lap as her leg bounced. Finally, she met your concerned gaze with a sigh.

 ‘’Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?’’ she blurted out.

  The question took you back, it taking everything in your for your mouth to stay shut.

  ‘’Well, in my opinion it certainly can be. There doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-size-fits-all or black and white approach to it. But I really think it depends on you and your preferences-‘’

 ‘’N-no. Not me,’’ she cut you off, still seemingly nervous. You arched a brow, trying to decipher what she was talking about.

 ‘’Is everything ok, Maddy?’’

  ‘’Look there’s this. . .guy who I’m seeing. And I found-‘’

 Knocking on your door made the two of you jump. A lump formed in your throat when the handle twisted and the door opened, revealing none other than Nate fucking Jacobs.

 You quickly cast a glance at Maddy who, for some reason or another, looked almost as petrified as you felt.

 ‘’Oh sorry Miss y/l/n, I didn’t know you were busy,’’ Nate practically hissed out the last word as his gaze fell upon Maddy.

  ‘’Mister Jacobs, I’m with Maddy right now. If you’d like we can schedule a meeting-‘’

 ‘’No! No, it’s ok, miss. I’ll be late for class anyway,’’ Maddy scrambled to collect her bag and rush out the door.

 ‘’I can write you a hallpass,’’ your words jumbled, practically pleading with the girl to stay so that you were not left alone with this sociopath. The smirk on Nate’s face made your blood run cold.

 Maddy murmured a quick ‘’bye’’ before the door shut closed behind Nate’s lanky figure. He scoffed, steadily turning his attention back to you as you shakily stood.

 ‘’You can’t just show up like that. I have a job to do and anyone could-‘’

 ‘’Take your pants off,’’ he abruptly interrupted you.

 A pitiful squeak, similar to that of a puny mouse cornered in a snake pit, escaped your lips as the air left your lungs.

 ‘’What?’’ you felt your heart began to beat faster as Nate took a step towards you after locking your door, sealing your fate.

 ‘’I said, take your pants off. And bend over your desk,’’ his deep voice shook you to your core.

 ‘’Nate, please,’’ you whispered, trying to sum up as much courage and dominance as you could as you stood straight and met his terrifying gaze.

 He didn’t respond as his hands descended on you. One locked itself onto the back of your neck and played with your hair as the other began to roughly grope your breasts through your flimsy shirt. His mouth pressed rough, hearted kissed onto the column of your neck as his breath fanned hot flames onto your soft skin. You felt paralyzed as his grip tightened, you having to bite your lips from crying out.

 You jumped when his large hand made its’ way underneath your shirt and the material of your bra. He easily captured a nipple between his index and middle finger and began to pinch and squeeze and tug on the sensitive bud, expertly rolling it however way he sought fit.

  ‘’L-leave,’’ you whispered. Half of you was praying and the other was making a rather pathetic attempt to reestablish authority over him.

 ‘’If I walk out that door, everyone will know how you slept with a student,’’ he threatened, biting at the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss in pain.

 ‘’I didn’t know!’’ you whimpered, cursing the way your body reacted to both his touch and his voice.

 Your nipples were overstimulated at this point, any rubbing against your bra or touch from Nate’s fingers had you mewling like a helpless kitten. Your knees locked together as you felt the heat expand downward from your arousal.

  ‘’The sooner you give in, the sooner I leave. The less chance you have of someone catching us,’’ he groaned, grinding his thickness into your lower abdomen so you felt what was awaiting you.

  You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as you nervously fumbled with your jeans. Nate all but growled when he saw the delicate lace material that hid your womanhood. His breathing labored and his cock twitched. Since he had last had you he had messed around with Maddy a few times, trying to placate his urges, trying to forget about his attractive new neighbor and school counselor. But something about you, the way you were allured him to you. He found himself craving you, imagining your cries and moans as he thrusted wildly into Maddy. He found himself becoming rougher at the thought of having you once again, all to himself. His little taboo. Today, he found he couldn’t wait any longer and found himself at your office door, ready to continue your secret little sessions.

 By the time your jeans had pooled around your ankles and your underwear shortly followed, your boots providing you with a little more height than usual, Nate grew tired of waiting. He shoved your paperwork, cleverly unhooking your phone in case anyone called, and shoved you down by your neck so that your body was painfully bent over the unforgiving surface.

 Your cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, your eyes searching for anything to focus on as you tried to block out the jingling of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You felt the heat of his cock at your entrance as Nate folded himself onto you, his breath hitting your cheek and neck as his toned abs gently grazed your spine and ass.

 ‘’Be quiet,’’ he warned, one massive hand wrapping around your face to cover your mouth. You winced as he spit down onto your spread pussy, using his thumb as makeshift lubricate. He hummed in approval at the feel of your arousal and you didn’t need to face him to know he had a chesire cat grin on his pale face. You could feel him retreat his hips before he lunged forward and sheathed his massive dick into your tight canal. You screamed against his hand, although it was practically just muffled mewls given his tight grip as he began rotating his hips, stretching your tightness to welcome whatever he was about to give you.

 ‘’Shhhh, good girl, look at you taking it like a champ,’’ he mocked as he reluctantly pulled out, only to violently snap forward, your body lunging with his brutal movements.

 Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were ashamed to admit they were in pleasure. The feeling of complete fulness outweighed the pain, but you made a pitiful attempt to reach behind you and shove him back. You yelped as his other hand locked your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back, your body helpless and completely on display as Nate continued his brutal pace. He felt every quiver, every squeeze that your sweet pussy gave him. He nearly came within the first few minutes of being inside of you, but he managed to hold off. The way you squealed under him, your smaller body rocking in tune with his thrusts, and the way your tight pink pussy latched onto him to the point he dragged your body back as he pulled out was nothing that he had ever had before. He pressed more of his weight into you, trying to keep his own grunts and moans quiet as he gripped your face and wrists.

 ‘’So good,’’ he kept repeating in your neck as he hammered into you. The wet noises and sound of his hips violently meeting your backside filled you with fear that someone would come in and catch you. Your squealing and cries slowly transformed into needy moans and whimpers, you faintly acknowledged your juices beginning to drip down your inner thighs and you felt your insides begin to coil.

 ‘’N-Nate,’’ you breathlessly cried against his palm, attempting to suck in as much air through your nose as you could. He bite down on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the faint angry marks, groaning as his pace did not let out. He was impossibly thick and girthy, filling you and hitting your cervix with every ram of his hips. Your hands twitched and knees buckled as his cock began throbbing along your velvet walls. You couldn’t help but squeeze him as your own climax began to form, causing him to hiss against your shoulder.

  ‘’Gonna fill you up, oh fuck,’’ you faintly deciphered him growling out as you were forced to take his thrusts.

 Your clit throbbed almost painfully, knuckles turning lighter as your fists clenched against your back. He abruptly released your wrists, opting to clutch the curve of your hip as he forced your body back to meet his awaiting thrusts, making you cry out every time he angrily entered you. As you cried out with each thrust, he groaned, feeling your release incredibly close. He angled his hips slightly higher and dove in, grinning as he heard your moans, your pussy locking onto his dick as your orgasm coated him. He slowed his pace just to watch the way he glistened from your juices, enjoying the sinful squelching noises you both produced as he shoved himself repeatedly into you, before regaining his violent momentum.

 His grip on you tightened impossibly as you lay limp underneath him, lost in the waves of your release. All you felt was your body being forced back and forth as Nate impaled you onto his angry member. You swore you saw actual stars bouncing around your vision before you were forced back down into reality as he removed his hand from your mouth (finally) and gripped your throat. Through his animalistic movements he angled your face back to meet his in a bruising, possessive kiss as he ensured every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of you as he shuddered. You groaned as the warmth of his cum filled your abused pussy. He moved against you one last time before slowly pulling you out and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping it back up. You winced when you felt a finger trace your lower lips and shove some of his load back into your sore pussy.

 ‘’Get dressed,’’ his voice conveyed his relaxation and his gaze was surprising soft as he helped you stand up.

 You didn’t speak as you redressed, your face still flushed with a postcoital glow. He tucked some of your hair out of your face as his eyes searched yours, his thoughts unreadable. But just as his expression lingered on borderline affection, that cruel teenage-boy smirk reappeared as his hand thumbed the base of your neck in a warning grip.

 ‘’I’m going to need that hall pass.’’

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Prologue to Combat Baby

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | EPILOGUE

Characters: Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 1,500

Author’s notes: for @stusbunker 

page divider by @talesmaniac89​

It’s another long night at the Roadhouse filled with leering eyes and dirty jokes - and not even funny dirty jokes, just dirty; as if the mere dirtiness makes it funny. It doesn’t.

Jo’s cleaning up, Ellen’s in the back counting the drawer and sorting tips. Jo appreciates this time of night the best - no bottles clinking, no glass breaking, no puking. 

Just as she’s wiping down the last table and looking to set on the bar itself, Dean walks in.

Jo feels exhilarated, embarrassed, aroused, and annoyed in rapid succession before standing straight and glaring him in the eye.

“We’re closed,” she says, flipping her hair and turning her back on the handsome hunter. 

She’s still mad at him - she’s always kind of mad at him since that’s how unrequited crushes work - but she won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she feels anything.

He’s quiet but doesn’t leave, just moves into the space, fills it, his whole self just there like he owns the place. 

Ugh.

Jo looks up at him from behind the bar as she busies herself with side work. Dean’s looking at her with that one stupid brow arched like she doesn’t even know what or why.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, reaching for the iPad and cranking the volume on the music. She knows her mission is a success when she sees Dean’s best fish impression, opening and closing his mouth, trying to form words and squirming. 

“I said, we’re closed,” she shouts over John and Jimmy as they spin one of their timeless melodies.

Dean reaches over the bar and grabs the iPad before she can even see what he’s doing. She feels like a hunter failure. She knows her reflexes are better than that.

He turns the music down and looks at her pointedly. “I brought you something,” he says.

“What?” she asks, wiping her hands on her bar rag, dragging her eyes down and up his body.

Then he reaches into the back of his pants and pulls out a knife. But it’s not just any knife, it’s a beautiful knife. Mother of pearl handle, engraved steel hilt, 8″ blade - it looks brand new, but she knows he didn’t buy it for her.

“Where’d you get it?” she asks, openly admiring the thing.

“Off a vamp in Reno,” he answers with an eye roll. “What does it matter where I got it, it’s yours. I thought of you right away.”

She softens as he hands it to her, hefts its weight and grips it firmly. Her eyes dart to his.

“For your freak knife collection.” He smirks and she laughs, dips her head and sheaths the knife in her own pants.

“Thanks, Dean,” she says. “Can I get you something?”

“Nah, you’re closed, remember?” he says as he backs away from the counter then spins on his heel to leave. “Raincheck.” He throws that last reply over his shoulder as he lets the door close behind him.

“Who was that?” Ellen asks, tired and irritated, shoving a wad of cash in her pocket before zipping and locking the bank bag.

“Oh, someone left their car keys,” Jo says, and Ellen mutters something about drunk drivers and lawsuits as Jo looks through the window just in time to see Dean pull onto the highway.

“OK, keep it wrapped, tough guy,” Ellen says, finishing with Dean’s bandage.

“Always do,” Dean says with a wink.

Ellen rolls her eyes.

“Well, good to know you’re bein’ safe out there.” She packs up the first aid kit then turns to Jo. “I’m headed to bed.” 

Jo furrows her brow and motions to the research book she’s leafing through.

Ellen shifts uncertainly. “Dean, you can have the back bunk.” Her eyes dart to meet Jo’s again. 

Jo shakes her head and she throws her hands up in frustration. “What?!”

Ellen eyes Dean again as if his condom joke is directly related to her not-so-innocent daughter before doing as she says she had planned. “Finish up and get to bed, Joanna,” she mutters as she makes her way up the stairs to the apartment she shares with Jo.

Jo rolls her eyes before looking back to Dean. “Good thing you were close,” she says, swinging the knife he gave her the last time she saw him.

Dean looks up at her, and she lets herself look at him. He holds her gaze.

“Yeah,” he says, his eyes dragging down and across her sharp collarbones or maybe her tits, and… it makes her shiver.

“Cold?” he asks, his gaze lazy but warm, slides back up to meet hers.

They’ve fought side-by-side, saved the world together; they’ve had… moments; but Dean will never see her as anything but a little sister. She’s not getting her hopes up. At all.

“No,” she answers, dropping her gaze to the tome in front of her and flipping to the next page. 

He’s high on pain killers, right? And whiskey. He’s just… he’s not looking at her like that. 

“What’d my mom give you for the pain, anyway?”

Dean raises his glass of whiskey. “Advil and Jack,” he says.

“Sure she didn’t give you a roofie?” Jo scoffs.

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“You’re just…” she shrugs. “Acting weird.”

She won’t look at him. She won’t.

“Weird how?” he asks with that tone in his voice like he’s flirting, and she hates it.

“Stop it,” she tries to demand, but it comes out as a whisper.

“Stop what?” he asks, sliding from his barstool and rounding the bar.

Dean swaggers behind the bar. With every step closer, she feels her skin prickle and her breath hitch higher. 

He pauses behind her and peeks over her shoulder. The air is charged with too close, not close enough.

“What’re you doing?” she breathes.

“Hmm, tryin’ to figure out what the fuck this thing is that attacked me?” he replies, chuckling.

“Do you have to do it so close?” she asks, squirming away and only managing to brush her ass across his hips.

Dean crowds in and rest his hands against the edge of the bar on either side of her. “Since when am I too close?” he asks quietly.

She feels her hackles rise. 

She is so fucking tired of him fucking with her, playing with her, teasing her, making her think-

“Fuck you, Dean,” she says, slamming the book closed and shoving back to make him move.

She storms toward the stairs to make her way to her own bedroom.

“That’n invitation?” he asks, and she stops dead in her tracks.

For three whole breaths, she stands stock still, letting his words ring in her ears. He’s never crossed this line, never gone this far.

“Don’t play with me,” she whispers as he edges closer. 

His warm hands wrap her shoulders and gently run down the length of her arms, over her wrists then twine their fingers together.

“I’m not,” he says, his voice is quiet, the guile and teasing are gone, replaced with heat and craving. “Not anymore.”

She draws a deep breath and turns on her heels, grabs his face in her hands and takes the plunge. 

She pulls him in for a kiss.

His hands are on her waist, gripping and exploring, sliding up under her top. He backs her toward the door to the outside. 

“Your mom’s gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he mutters around her lips.

Jo twists the knob to let them outside, and he kicks the door shut behind them, never taking his hands off her, as they move toward the bunkroom.

He backs her against the door and presses against her full and hot, knee between her thighs, heavy hands on her hips.

His mouth is so warm and slick and demanding, yet sweet.

He lifts her, secures her legs around his hips, and opens the door. When he kicks that one shut, too, he’s kissing her dizzy. Then he sets her on my feet and pulls his mouth from hers long enough to look down at her and ask, “You sure about this?”

She huffs a laugh and shakes her head. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever asked me.” She whips her top over her head before pushing at his clothes, all of them; she wants all of him.

His eyes bore into hers as he yanks her jeans open and pushes his hand inside her underwear and slips his thick middle finger along her wet slit.

“Feel that?” she asks, and his eyes droop, he licks his lips and moves closer. “That’s all for you. Always has been.”

He ducks in to kiss her again, walking her toward the bed. He makes her sit before dropping to his knees and pulling her pants and underwear the rest of the way off. 

As he lowers his face to her cunt, she lets herself fall back onto the featherbed mattress.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

She knows he will. He’s always been good for his word.

Part One

[reidsnose]

buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

masterlist

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they take a joke/prank too far (Iwaizumi,Daichi)

Word count: 1.9K

Genre:angst,fluff

AN: In the spirit of April Fools I tried to make my first work based on that I hope you enjoy!! (LOL I can’t actually believe this was the first thing I’ve ever written)

Iwaizumi:

“Okay so it’s April Fools Day who are we going to prank?” asked Makki “One of the first years?”

“Do we have to prank someone this year..” replied Iwaizumi “so childish”

“Iwa-Chan!” Oikawa said “Don’t be such a spoil sport.”

“Anyways, it can’t be a first year they’re boring to prank a first year coach will be mad at us, we need someone else.”

Just then, you enter the gym, catching their eye as you approach the group sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap “Hey babe, I can still come over to yours to study right?” you ask.

“Yeah of course, practice finishes early so I'll be there before you.” He said

“Alright, see you then bye babe, bye guys” you said, giving Iwaizumi a kiss on the cheek sauntering off and waving at Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa.

“bye Y/N!” They teasingly responded in unison making you laugh.

As they watched you leave, it seemed as if a lightbulb pinged off in all of their heads (besides Iwaizumi) realizing who would be a great person to prank.  

After a lot of convincing, they finally got Iwaizumi in on the ‘harmless’ plan, all they needed to do now is wait on your arrival.

You’re finally done with school after a long and tiring day of exams upon exams and wanting nothing more than to cuddle with your boyfriend (after he teaches you Pythagoras theorem of course.) You did think he was acting weird when you met him this morning in the gym and throughout break and lunch but you just concluded that it was because he was having an ‘off’ day.

You reached his house and used a copy of his key that he gave you to enter we just enter houses up in this bitch  calling out his name “Zumi-babe, I'm here...”  

“Lets get this shit over with” you said tiredly

Upon entering, you notice none of the lights being on or curtains drawn ‘odd’ you think. You go upstairs going straight to his room hopefully to find your boyfriend in his bed or on his Xbox or something. To your surprise his bedroom door was somehow locked shut (even though not having a lock on his door anyways.) Suddenly, you hear creaks slowly trailing up the stairs and an eerie feeling surrounds you... now you start to feel pretty panicked jiggling the door handle to Iwaizumi’s door as it’s practically the only place you can go.

AN: I hate what I’m writing rn but onwards we right

The footsteps on the stairs start to quicken, and you almost certain that you felt something brush pass your shoulder only adding onto the panic and anxiety that you already feel. Ok, the footsteps on the stairs are basically right near you, so doing the only logical thing you can do you body slam the ‘person’ on the stairs as you motherfuckin should  as tears fill your eyes and you pick up bag bolting through the front door, slamming it shut now in full tears and shakingly scared.

You look behind you and see Iwaizumi’s front door re-open and out comes the ‘iNFaMouS sEiJOh fOuR’ in tears... of laughter. It seems that the boys were in laughing fits that their prank ‘payed off’ getting a reaction out of you. You couldn’t see Iwaizumi’s reaction, but you didn’t care you were hurt, annoyed and wanting to get into your bed.

Once you get home, you decide to block your so called ‘friends’ who decided to make you scared shitless and ignored Iwaizumi’s messages asking “where were you today”.... the AUDACITY.  

The next day, the boy’s seemed to realize the consequences of their actions after spending the whole day trying to get your attention only to be straight up ignored. Iwaizumi is immensely regretful after all his efforts to try talking to you were denied, he decided after his practice he was going to get you to talk to him or at least get you to listen to his apologies on what happened yesterday evening.

You left your clubroom and made your way to the school gate to go home.

“Y/N!” shouted Iwaizumi touching your shoulder making you flinch ‘wow did we really scare her that bad?”  

“What do you want iwa?” You asked very agitated

“Y/N I just want to apologize for yesterday, since it was April fools day and all the boys really wanted to prank someone and I-it just happened to be-”

“It just happened to be me. Right?” you interrupted “Gosh Iwaizumi, I was really scared.. I already had a tiring day and all I wanted was my boyfriend to teach me the stupid Pythagoras Theorem and cuddle me afterwards, but no you and your friends just had to be dicks for a day” you turn around planning to walk away before he grabs you again  

“Wait! Just wait y/n, im sorry and I wont ever prank you like that again” he pleaded

“.. and i’ll help you study?” he added pulling the sweetest face of all time to try and convince you  

“ugh, fine stop pulling that face... and you better teach me Pythagoras Theorem” you said rolling your eyes

“yeah yeah whatever you say y/n” he said pulling you under his arm and walking in the direction of his house.

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way this turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work  

Daichi:

You decided this morning that you were NOT going to participate in your annual April Day Fool’s prank with Tanaka and Noya... only because of your not-so new boyfriend Daichi saying he didn’t need his teammates corrupting you any longer so you decided to not get involved. With that being said you wouldn’t even think of your boyfriend pulling a prank on you so you didn’t think you’re getting pranked today.

In the gym, the boys were doing the usual: Hinata and Kageyama running after eachother, Tanaka and Noya oogling Kiyoko, Tsukishima listening to music, Yama and Yachi going over club schedules whilst Daichi sat with Sugawara and Asahi.

“So are you pranking anyone today?” sugawara asked

“Pranking someone, isn’t that a bit too juvenile suga?” Asahi replied

“Not you silly, Daichi” said sugawara “With Y/N on his arm they always have to stay on eachothers toes right..she’s a ‘jokester’ right?”

“...right?” Daichi hadn’t thought of it that way, he did know of all your joking escapades before you even got together and how you still liked to joke around now as you date.. He didn’t want you to think that you thought he was too boring for you ?

“Ok. What type of prank should I pull on her..”

Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi (who didn’t really contribute to Suga’s scheming) made a plan for you to meet him at the gym locker with the claims that he had a ‘surprise’ for you .. oh how he was wrong.

Daichi: meet me at the gym locker I have something to show you  

Y/N: Ok!! I’ll be there in 5 minutes

Daichi was nervous, and that was an understatement he didn’t want things to go left and have you thinking he couldn’t even do a simple prank. Once you got there, he saw heard you talking to Sugawara and Asahi outside the door about him wondering where he was in which Suga told you inside the locker room.

“Hey babe” you greeted “what's the occasion in why we’re in here?”

“I...uh..um I need to get something one second” Daichi spoke quickly and rushed out the room closing the door leaving you confused. Minutes passed, and you were now impatient and kinda scared since the room was dusty, dark and cold definitely not your place to be in. You tried texting Daichi but just your luck you have no service ://  

As time went on you tried opening the door but it was jammed shut no hope opening at all you forgot you left your bag outside which of course had your inhaler which did not help the sudden shortness of breath you started to get because of your asthma and claustrophobia. All you wanted was to get out of this room and talk to … Daichi.

Daichi. How convenient that he manage to slip away before the door got closed hmm but he wouldn’t intentionally prank you after ALL the lectures he gave you about not doing pranks this year right?

You didn’t notice how you started to cry and whimper wanting to leave.

On the outside, Daichi heard your cries and ordered Sugawara and Asahi to find the key to immediately get you out which it seems to take a while because Daichi has now stopped hearing your tears making him gulp in fear thinking something bad has happened to you in there.

Sugawara comes to you handing Daichi the keys, his handing shaking as he tries to unlock the door when he eventually does he finds you passed out on the ground of the dusty storage room. Very cliché I know ://

You wake up in the Nurses Office a bit confused on how you got there until your eyes land upon Daichi, remembering how you locked you in the Storage room where you had an asthma attack and passed out. You turned your body away from Daichi not wanting to talk to him right now after the hypocrisy he did.

“Y/N.. Are you alright?” He asked

“Do I look alright?” You responded in a bored tone

“I am really sorry Y/N... I know what I said to you about not doing pranks this year but Sugawara roped me into this and I didn’t want you to think I was too boring for you so I thought doing this prank would make you see me in a different light” he said

“yeah i saw you in a different light alright” you sassed, you then realised what he said ‘too boring’ kind of feeling less mad and more sad that he feels this way “Dai, you’d never be to boring for me … you’re one of the most funness is that a word? guys I've ever met.”

“really?” he asked  

“Of course! I’m kind of still mad at you for letting this happen but I do sort of understand why” you said giving him a hug.

You were eventually cleared to go home and as you left the clinic you saw Asahi and Sugawara standing at the door.  

“Y/N WE’RE SORRY” they bowed to you waiting on your responses

You chuckled slightly at their cuteness and ruffled both of their hair “all is forgiven, just make sure there’s ‘pranks’ this year “

Which they agreed upon.  

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way these turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work. Feedback is VERY MUCH APPRECIATED and request too since I will literally write whatever...

I may do a part 2 … any particular characters people want?