#no worries lol their bickering was inevitable

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

Eskel wordlessly looked slowly back towards the raven haired Sorceress as she began to rant once more, the circumstances of the situation and what they had just survived getting to her. He understood where she was coming from with her outburst, in her condition, the brush with death, and her fair concerns about the threat the possessed girl yet posed, along with being unfamiliar and uncomfortable in a situation a Witcher was accustomed to. All the same... he felt a familiar stirring silent stab of irritation, marred jaw tightening... one he had known well in the past, every time she had visited Kaer Morhen in the old days, when she had still been with Wolf in an on and off stormy relationship of irritating and needless drama. Even at their ages and experiences, they had acted more like teenagers. The haughtiness and disregard for a girl in need, dehumanizing her, another unpleasant reminder of Sabrina and Deidre, and the way Yennefer had walked all over Geralt in front of him and Vesemir, in their own home and school where they had been raised and trained. To say nothing of constantly trying to tell them what to do and how things should be.

For Geralt's sake alone he had held his tongue back then, and was polite to her outwardly wile avoiding her as much as he could, where he had been able to be more genuine towards Triss. Lambert had been wiser in those days, avoiding the keep altogether during the winters Yennefer was set to visit... never actually meeting her until the time of Ciri and the Wild Hunt... but Eskel hadn't wanted to miss seeing Wolf when he could, walking the Path separately most of the time as they did in those days. So he had taken the bad with the good, as he always had. Though of course now Lambert was ironically resigned to his own similar fate as Keira Metz's errand boy, straying off the Witcher's Path and on to hers thanks to her influence. Another bitter doing of her kind towards his. On the other hand, given what had happened between Geralt and Yennefer more recently, it was no longer so high a priority these days to have to feign politeness to her. Even so, his deep voice remained calm and controlled as he spoke back to her, as his viper eyes turned from Yennefer and continued to examine the slumbering girl carefully.

"Calm yourself. Like Lambert told you once, you ain't talkin' to Geralt now. Don't gotta put up with your nagging anymore. I'll write it off as nerves, this was a close call, even by Witcher standards, and Demons and Monsters ain't your field of expertise, as they are mine. I will note that it was you who teleported us into the forests of Malleore without warning me where we were going. This all would have been avoided if you had, this girl still trapped. As it stands... what's done is done, and I ain't turning my back on her."

The Witcher wrapped his arms around the cloak enveloped girl on that note, scooping her up with ease and turning in the rain, getting another look at their surroundings. He wasn't familiar with the area, but from the sights, smells and sounds of the forest, air and animals... from experience... he would place them in either the Kestrel Mountains or the Blue Mountains. Didn't exactly narrow things down a lot, but at least it was something. He glanced over through the rain to their grazing horses... and to the saddlebags on Scorpion he would need to dig through soon. Then he turned his yellow eyes over to the abandoned cabin. Not in the best condition, but he had seen far worse, and it was better than nothing... as much as he liked camping in the woods. Given what the possessed girl might inadvertently summon their way... a place to hunker down would make things easier than being out in the woods. A central location he could magically ward up and set down traps around to defend. And given the Sorceress' preference for luxuries, he was liable to hear fewer complaints indoors than if they were outdoors in the storm. Turning back Yennefer's way again with a satisfied nod, he went on as if he hadn't paused, with a shrug of his silver spiked shoulders.

"You're free to leave when you are fit to, but I don't think you will. If not for my sake, you'll help me with the girl for the same reason you have helped Ciri. That's you, whatever else you've done, Sorceress or not, kids mean something more to you than using, hurting or killing them. Rare quality among your kind, in my experience. Cabin will suffice in the meantime, then. The girl is my responsibility. Need to find her a room inside, set up some magical wards around her, then see to brewing that healing potion of yours. Trust me or not, I'm good for my word. A rare luxury only a Witcher can seem to afford, these days."

On that cool, pointed note he turned from her, striding towards Scorpion while carrying the girl, whistling for the horse to come to their side. When he did, Eskel patted the Kaedweni war horse on the head, then retrieved the supplies and equipment he would require from his saddlebags, including his alchemy set. He wasn't sure how long they would be staying, but better safe than sorry. Then he set off with his things and the girl towards the cabin, climbing the steps and pushing open the door and leaving it ajar for the Sorceress, for when she saw reason. Stepping inside out of the rain, he studied the dusty interior... noting some candles and a fireplace with old chopped up wood still stacked next to it. Someone had lived here alright... left much behind they could use. Probably fled and abandoned it during one of the three fairly recent Northern Wars. Once he deemed it safe and secure, first and foremost, he found a good spot for the girl on the floor in the middle of the primary room, kneeling down next to her.

As soon as he had, he drew a series of Yrden Signs upon her forehead and all the way around her on the floor in a circle, leaving the glowing violet magic active, and helping keep her sealed safely within the magical barrier wards. One that would protect her and himself alike, hopefully, or at least buy time. Then, satisfied for the moment, he left the sleeping girl there and lit up all the candles in the cabin with an Igni Sign, lifting back the curtain of darkness for the most part, so Yennefer could see with her ordinary senses. Then he set down his things on the floor before the fireplace, slipped some of the stacked fire wood into it and lit it up as well, the warmth soon carrying through the cold interior of the cabin. The task completed, he took out his alchemy set and got to work gathering the ingredients he needed, combining them, pouring and stirring them up and starting to brew the potion. Once it started bubbling on the burner, he looked from where he knelt Yennefer's way again, rising to his feet, retrieving his stewing pot, and moving down to where she was, gesturing back to his active alchemy set, low tone speaking up once more steadily.

"Won't take long to finish brewing the potion. Learned it awhile back, last made one around the time me and Vesemir found Geralt in the woods with amnesia. Triss was injured when Salamandra attacked Kaer Morhen to steal our mutation secrets. Being as our potions are toxic, we had to whip up some of this stuff for her. Worked like a charm. Just wish we'd had time to make one for poor Leo as well. Need to set down some traps around the cabin and yard, as a precaution. There's a workshed and barn out back as well, gonna take a look inside. Can do some hunting for fresh food in the woods if required, but I already have some food and water supplies, so perhaps I'll save that for later. There's a stream nearby, so I'll prepare a Blue Mountain Stew for supper... though I think we could both use a bottle of my Mahakaman spirit, about now."

@okruchlodu

The Witcher flew headlong through the portal alongside the girl he held tight and the Sorceress who had cast it, just as the Dimeritium bomb exploded behind them in a flash of emerald light to match her firestorm. The enraged, agonized screams of the Ruehin followed them through the gateway... but whether it was the Dimeritium or Dark Magic at work, the sensation of the portal was different from the usual... wrong. Then before he knew it, amid an encompassing explosion they fell painfully on the ground on the other side of the glowing red gateway and it snapped shut behind them in an instant, vanishing, the sounds of the baying Demon mercifully vanishing with it as well. Even then, his medallion was still buzzing against his chest, its red eyes glowing brightly. There was no time for him to recover, breath or to lower his guard, he acted on instinct and experience. Rune encrusted Meteorite Steel Sword risen, he stood and looked all the way around their surroundings rapidly for any more hostiles on the other side of the portal... and when he glimpsed and sensed none, he felt the possessed girl twitching and thrashing against his grip... heard the inhuman noises from her mouth... and understood his medallion... it was not mistaken.

He set down the convulsing, croaking girl on the forest floor, before getting another, better look at their surroundings, sheathing his sword. They were deep in some rainy woods not far from a dilapidated, abandoned cabin, from the look of it... but not in the woods of Malleore. It was still night out, rain pouring, thunder and lightning roaring and flashing... but a natural evening, not the sort from the nightmare they had left behind them. His senses drifted out into the night, to the sounds of animals in the woods. He noted with relief that their horses were grazing nearby, before swiftly returning his attention back to the raven haired, injured Sorceress and making his way over towards her quickly. As he did, he reached into one of his alchemical ingredient pouches next to his potion belt and produced a handful of celandine herbs, before drawing his trophy hook and cutting off part of his damp black cloak as a makeshift cloth. Kneeling next to her, he began wiping away her blood with the cloth, and pressing the celandine to different parts where she had injured herself, rubbing the medicinal herb into each different wound. His calm voice washing over her again as he carefully worked, and assuring her.

"You made it... we all did, thanks to you. You did good. Just relax, and breath. Can't give you one of my Swallow Potions, will have to brew you a special healing potion without toxins. Celandine will help dull the pain in the meanwhile. Take the time you need. I'll see to the girl."

Eskel's low, gentle tone murmured to her appreciatively, giving Yennefer's hand a grateful squeeze after he was done applying the herbs and giving her some spare ones. The best he could do for the moment. He left the makeshift cloth and celandine herbs with her, before rising to his feet again and making his way over to the thrashing, twitching, gurgling child lying on the ground, kneeling beside her closely and beginning his examination. Studying her pale features and the blackened veins grimly... a pair of pitch black eyes stared back at him... looking as a Witcher might when full of potions... inhuman... but there was something far fouler at work here than the worst of their potions... and neither celandine or potions were going to help with what ailed her. Would not help the pain. His medallion did not cease humming. There was almost nothing more he could do for her, just now... but he did the only thing he could, the remaining mercy he could grant for the agony she was in. Raising his hand, he arranged his fingers and concentrated, casting a powerful Somne Sign upon the raggedy girl.

Something within her surged then, a sudden burst of strength, shaking worsening, as if trying to fight off the effect of his Sign... which was probably the truth. Even so, almost at once, her dark eyes rolled back, turning white, and went blank, closing slowly, and she stopped thrashing and twitching... he murmured some gentle words to her as she went under, and she went still, besides the rise and fall of her chest, the rapid heartbeats and breaths he could clearly hear. He could imagine her nightmares were as bad as the reality she was in, but he silently prayed to Melitele to take her somewhere neither dreams nor nightmares could reach her. Releasing a breath of his own, he took the time to remove his marred, thick cloak entirely and drape it around and over the shivering, rain soaked girl like a blanket. Icy, rejuvenating rain washed over his heated hair and face immediately. His deep voice spoke up again, as much to himself as to the raven haired Sorceress nearby... assessing the situation they were now in. The fight wasn't over yet... even if they were no longer in the middle of a burning forest full of Necrophages and ancient Demons. It had merely taken another form... one not much less dangerous to all three of them. Soon they were going to have their work cut out for them again.

"The Ruehin is still connected to her. Possessing her from afar. Its hold is weakened, this far away, and the damage we did to it... the Dimeritium... but that might not last. This is old, Dark Magic of Demons. The mildest forms of Goetia make the worst of Necromancy look like child's play... and this ain't mild. Seen it before. It's a parasite, draining her, and perhaps still has a means of taking control of her. Worse. Going to need to perform an old Witcher Exorcism on her... odds are low... but it's the only chance she's got. Can't perform it here, and now. Haven't got the right tools. Best I can do is keep her magically sedated until then. For all our sakes. Need to get her to the School for the ritual. To Sad Albert. Where are we? We make it back to Kaer Morhen Valley? Place doesn't look familiar."

@okruchlodu

[ne0nwithazero]

I've got a question if you're willing, no worries if not! what's klieg's and rouxl's relationship like?

Klieg and Rouxls' relationship is like if two unhinged theater kids with weird interests found each other and immediately decided to team up to fight a bunch of children

At least that's a very bare-bones description of their relationship in my CH3 LOL I feel like I might have mentioned it in a past ask, but the idea is to keep it as an ongoing gag every chapter that Rouxls is on a quest to find "Evil rulers" to serve, as we kind of see where that leads him in CH2 with Queen and TM x)

And I think it's funny if that dynamic is messed with a bit, where he actually does end up finding an "Evil Ruler" equivalent, but rather than an evil ruler, it's an unhinged film director who gets a bit too inspired by his presence and actively does want him around.

Klieg is more of a reoccurring antagonist/miniboss throughout the chapter, and he does an extremely very poor job of hiding his infatuation for Rouxls...

Like literally, they're constantly calling each other "Muse" and "Director", and tormenting the Fun Gang by speaking in broken Shakespearean, It's actually insufferable for everyone involved who isn't them

But I'm not entirely sure if Rouxls reciprocates the infatuation, because I feel that he's lowkey terrified of Klieg x') But not terrified enough to work from the inside to try and take his place as "Supremeth Director".

So the two do end up bickering when Klieg starts picking up on this and how his fancy scripts are getting vandalized Call that the Supremeth Betrayal </3

But other than that, it is a very strange relationship because Klieg is just so terribly oblivious to how strongly he comes across to others, Rouxls has his own goofy goals, and they have a lot in common that does cause them to still end up bonding a lot in weird ways hehehe

And it's lowkey a bit sad when Rouxls inevitably gets statued aGAIN. I think he knew it would happen, but Klieg had no idea, so he's VERY upset about that :'D

But yeah, they don't exactly "date" each other in the chapter, but there is definitely an implied Something going on there x)

[witla]

2023 Year Review

Hello!

So first of all I wanted to make this on audio like I did on 2020, but honestly I don’t think I have time and room to record my voice lol.

Second holy shit the last time I did this was in 2020 itself, why I didn’t make this on 2021 or 2022? Idk maybe I didn’t want to talk about it, but I’m going to have a brief mention of things about them here.

So 2023…

It was a very zig zag year for me to be sure

First, I’m quite disappointed on myself because I didn’t make much art like I did before, if you see my archive on tumblr, you can see the gaps between months and the amount of drawings I did (not a lot), I wish I could have made more art, but when you get on a job, your brain gets fried and artblock its inevitable.

Speaking of my job…oh boy, at first I was excited to finally got settled in a job to make my own money and such (I entered last year on August), but the more time I’ve been, the more unwelcomed I felt, let’s just say that I haven’t click much with my coworkers like I did before, my bosses are not there at all, and I just feel like a ghost, not appreciated, but I don’t want to quit yet because I don’t think I can find a job that quickly after quitting one, I want to have more experience and such. I just hope we can have a better environment again like before.

In terms of health, God, it’s been my more painful year yet, sickness after sickness after sickness, at least I went to the hospital once for brief hours, its better because the period of 2020-2022, I’ve been on the hospital like five times a year for days. And let’s not talk about how my moods swings went and so on, my mental health was on the verge of breaking, so much that I was ready to say goodbye to the world like the fifteen time…

But I didn’t

Why?

Because despite all this toxicity and this negativity in my personal life, some things are worth to live for.

It’s worth to hear your dad say “I love you” and cook you the food you love, to say that he will help you no matter what, and appreciate you and say how smart and beautiful you are.

It’s worth to hear your brother say he worries about you, and wants you to be okay, to send you memes, images and videos to laugh with the most surreal humor we gen z have.

It’s worth to hear your sister tell you about her hyper fixations, to hear her silly but funny ideas and contribute alongside her, to see her draw with acuarelas, and show you the weird but funny videos she laughs about.

It’s worth to have your grandma let gift you things you don’t really need, but it’s still appreciated and hugs you and kisses you, when she loves you despite your low self-stem.

It’s worth to hear your uncles and aunts to say how are you beautiful you are, how they love the way you laugh, the way you smile, they say keep that cute smile of yours always.

It’s worth to see your cousins, talk to them, hug them, and play alongside them UNO cards and videogames, especially when they also have the same interest as yourself and understands you when no one else does.

Its worth to see your dogs, pet them, see how they wave their tail at you, how they get happy when they see you coming back home after work,

Even if we bicker and a lot for the most minimum things, we love each other, typical Mexican family lol, but yeah my family has been a big support in this year.

Also I’m proud of myself, I had the guts to join a dance group, specifically an Ori Tahiti group, I learned to dance something that I wasn’t familiar with, not only that, I learned more about Polynesian culture and language, and it that group I made some friends, my teacher is a very open minded and lovely person, after my exam, she wrote on a paper of how if I have more confidence in myself I might be also present as a solo dancer (WOW).

Learning to dance definitely improved my physical and mental health (a little bit yeah because I have my downs) like I lost a significant amount of weight thanks to it, and seeing the others dance and talk with them and dance alongside them, it’s also worth to live for, they definitely boost my confidence.

And even if it’s a bit cheesy, some media I watched and played, it was worth it, it helped me in the bad times, it helped me to have fun, to feel fun again, to enjoy my life, thank you!!!.

So yeah, even if my year had ups and downs, I’m ready for next year

I hope things get better with me, but no only me, to everyone, I hope it becomes a better year around the world, please be a better year for those who need it!

If you read this, well thank you for having the time to read it!

To my followers, thanks for sticking with me, even if I have a small following, I appreciate you a lot and I love you!!!!!!!!

Good news is that I finally made more pieces of art, although it’s my usual personal weird, surreal, abstract pieces of art based on my struggles, good things, just surreal shit and songs I listen too, also made new OCS so… I’m hoping to upload them soon on January!

Happy New Year!

See you soon on 2024!!!

An Witlacosh

[loomisadvocate]

the inevitable 𖤐 part three

woodsboro would soon be a distant memory - but some things would make it hard to forget.  

pairing: billy loomis x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

tags/warnings: strangers to enemies to lovers (lol), smut (eventually), angst, slow burn, cursing, demon time billy, mentions of alcohol and marijuana

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

a/n: behold part 3, buckle up cause after this it’s gonna be an angst-fest until i decide to let it get sexy. when i said slow burn i meant it (i’m sorry). enjoy!

part four | masterlist

“Then step away from me.” 

“You scared of something?” 

“Your secret isn’t gonna last much longer.” 

You’re pulled out of your unsatisfactory sleep by your alarm clock, signaling another day living in silent torment. You rub your eyes until you see stars, a yawn escaping as you sit up and swing your feet over your bed. Another week had passed since your painfully embarrassing encounter with Billy, and you were starting to think the universe was playing a sick joke on you. Both times you were left alone with him you had let your guard down, and you were worried the saying “third time’s the charm” would prove to be correct the next time you saw him. With another day at school ahead, you push any thoughts of Billy away and attempted to get ready - but he was invading every corner of your mind. As you got dressed, your fingers lingered a little too long on the spot his had been last week. You swore you could hear him whispering every time; his words taunting you even when you were fast asleep. You clasp your favorite necklace on and your mind wandered back to the rush of warmth you’d felt when his hand made contact with your neck. You had to physically shake your head and hands to get the lingering perversions out. Luckily, the familiar sound of Tatum and Stu arriving to pick you up brought you back to Earth, a loud honk resounding through your open window. Grabbing your bag you rushed down the stairs and out of the front door, eager to get another day out of the way - but dreading what it might have in store. 

The ride to school flew by without your participation. You weren’t a morning person by any means, so luckily your favorite couple thought nothing of your silence. Unbeknownst to you, Tatum had sensed something else on your mind - but as much as she enjoyed gossiping, she wouldn’t pry into your personal business. The school day went on as it usually did. In each class you felt yourself becoming more and more tired, your sleep plagued by a certain brown-haired bastard. By the time lunch came around you were just ready for a pick me up from your friends. Granted, you were still hiding something from them. But with the end of your time in Woodsboro barreling towards you, they were making it easier to stop thinking about it. There were only three weeks left until graduation, and so your plan was to focus on finals and attempt to leave everything else to chance. You picked at your lunch the way you usually did, but your appetite left completely when you heard Billy and Randy approaching the group’s usual spot. From the corner of your eye you see Randy attempt to shove Billy’s shoulder, but his quick reflexes cause Randy to stumble over his own feet. You had tuned out whatever they were bickering about, now preoccupied with the way your palms starting sweating and teeth began digging into some of the dried skin of your bottom lip. 

The illogical, touch-starved part of you had kept wondering what would have happened if you and Billy went further that night in your bedroom. Maybe you would’ve argued more, and just maybe Billy wouldn’t let you finish. Maybe he would have swallowed your words with a press of his lips, confessing his own desires in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t be romantic, there was far too much tension for romance. But perhaps it would’ve been a release for both of you. After all, the animosity you held for each other was threatening to erupt - especially with his warning that your secret wouldn’t last. 

“She’s doing it again, who’s gonna snap her out of it?” You heard someone say, but it sounded miles away. A pair of hands clapped in front of you, causing you to jump and drop your fork on the pavement. You cursed under your breath and bent over, eyeing Stu with a glare as he stepped back and sat down. “Sorry guys, I was thinking about my final paper,” you lied. Billy looks at you in a way that has you wondering if he somehow knew what scenario you were just imagining, but there’s no way… right? Tatum links her arm with yours and crosses her legs, her other hand coming to your shoulder. 

“We’re gonna have another smoke session tonight at Stu’s, you wanna come? Take a break from that paper, you’ve been at it every night for a week,” she pleaded with you. It was true; in an effort to avoid Tatum and the fact you’d been lying to her you had been using your paper as an excuse to get out of hanging out. You felt awful about it, of course, but it was better than the alternative of getting closer to her when you knew you were leaving soon anyways. Self-sabotage is the easiest kind of sabotage, after all. 

“Please come! You haven’t been yourself, it’ll be a good time. It always is with me around.” Randy pipes in and sighs dramatically, making you crack a smile. You didn’t miss what he said, and if Randy of all people (who wasn’t all that observant unless it was horror-related) could tell your emotions had been all out whack lately, the rest of them had to have noticed tenfold. You take what feels like an hour to consider it, and you figure this will be one of your last times hanging out with everyone. Even if Billy was there, you didn’t plan on letting him sabotage your time with your best friends. 

“Oh, what the hell. The paper can wait, I’ll be there.” You agree and Tatum gives you a tight hug, tucking her face into your neck for which you’re grateful for; because it shielded her view of Billy deadpanning you with a jeering smile. 

——— 

When Tatum referred to the kickback as a “smoke session,” she was definitely mistaken. The only people who’d touched Stu’s not-so-secret stash that night were himself and Billy, both of which kept rubbing their reddening eyes and coughing after every hit. You opted out of weed, and if it was up to you, you wouldn’t have drank either. But the never-ending anxiety was starting to get to you, and it started to feel like the only time you could relax was with a beer in your hand. You were on your fourth, or maybe your fifth - you’d lost count. The space between you and Billy was generous, yet somehow it was like you could feel him right next to you at all times. Like a second shadow that knew your next move before you even did it. 

By 11:30pm everybody, including yourself, was completely obliterated. You and Tatum had been swaying together on the couch listening to Celine Dion (your guilty pleasure) while the boys argued over god knows what - knowing them, it was probably related to some ridiculous theory Randy presented. Abruptly the music stopped, and you and Tatum groaned in unison. 

“We were listening to that, you ass.” Tatum stood up and pushed Billy to the side, attempting to turn it back on before he blocked the button with his hand. Your patience with Billy was already running incredibly thin, and between his constant staring throughout the night and now this you were itching to give him a piece of your mind. 

“Sorry girls, it’s time for your favorite game,” Stu entered the living room and moved his mom’s coffee table out of the middle, pushing it up against the wall. “Truth or dare, baby!” He pumped both fists in the air, a giant boyish smile on his face. Your nose crinkled and you shook your head, already knowing there was no way you’d be able to get out of it. Every single time you all hung out, one person suggested a childish game that always ended in some kind of heated argument. 

“Are we in middle school?” Randy huffed and sat next to you, slinging his arm over your shoulders. “Come on, tell them we’re too old for this.” 

Before you could agree with him, Billy sat across from you on the floor with a fresh beer; and you hated the fact you were focused on the way his jaw looked when he tipped his head back to take a swig. “Oh come on, Arizona loves playing games. Isn’t that right?” He tested the waters between you, feeling triumphant when you were unable to come up with a witty response. Deciding to remain optimistic, you ruffled Randy’s hair and scooted off the couch to sit with the rest of the group on the floor. 

“It’ll be fun, and if not at least we’ll be drunk, right?” That earned Randy’s support, the friend you had quickly seen as your brother joining you and tapping his beer can against yours. It was the tiny, shared moments like that, that made the guilt bubble up inside you like a bad stomachache. While you were lost in your conscience, Stu spun a bottle in the middle to determine who would go first, the neck aiming at Tatum. 

“Truth, I don’t trust any of you freaks except for Y/N.” She answered easily, and your chest clenched at her words. She had no idea what had been going on with you, but she was twisting the knife deeper and deeper. It had you wondering if Billy had told her, and Tatum was in denial and waiting for you to admit it yourself. Or even worse, she was pissed and was purposely making you feel worse until soon all of the betrayal became too much and she dropped you like you were never friends. 

“Between Billy and Randy, who would you be more down to have as our third?” Stu asked and stuck his tongue out, leaning over to lick Tatum’s cheek as she backed away in mock-disgust. 

“God, you’re such a dog. Randy has more of a brain than Billy does so I’m picking him.” Randy’s face lit up and his cheeks turned pink, but Tatum was quick to shut down any excitement. “In your dreams, it was a hypothetical.” She added quickly and pointed at him sternly. Tatum tugged her patterned skirt down and reached for the bottle, spinning it until it landed on Billy this time. “Truth or dare, Loomis?” 

“Dare, always.” He answered shortly. 

“I dare you to… shotgun the rest of the six pack in less than two minutes. I’ll be seriously impressed.” She challenged him, earning a mix of daunting “ooohs” from the rest of the group. Billy licks his lips and chuckles, pulling the beers towards him almost as swiftly as he took a pocket knife out from his pocket. Flicking it open seemed like a habit for him, and he pierced the first can with ease. He glanced at Randy who was preparing his watch, his finger resting on the tab. Almost similar to the way he had his finger resting on the button that could implode your entire world. Or to the way his finger had traced mindless circles into your skin on the night you realized you were never going to get him out of your head. 

“Then step away from me.”

The click of the beer can opening pulled you out of your daydream, Randy chanting “chug, chug, chug!” while keeping a keen eye on his watch to track the two minutes. Billy went through each of the four cans, and you weren’t sure how many he had consumed while you and Tatum were in your private concert - but you knew Billy and alcohol could not be a good mix. It felt like with each emptied can, he emptied his self control. You could already tell he was drunk when he sat down, his cheeks mimicking the color from your first interaction with him that now felt like years ago. His eyes were slightly bloodshot but that was most likely from however much weed he’d smoked with Stu. 

Just as Randy called time Billy threw the last can on the floor, wiping his chin with his t-shirt. “Holy shit, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Tatum laughed and applauded his effort, Stu slapping Billy on the back in pride. 

“I’ve been drinking beer longer than Randy’s been jerking off, it was too easy.” Billy joked, making Randy throw a pillow at him. 

“Shut the hell up and spin you jackass.” Randy crossed his arms and settled against the couch, and you offered him a small smile in quiet allyship. Billy and Stu were always fucking with him, but Billy had a tendency to say things in a tone that didn’t quite sound like he was joking. Randy, being more sensitive, always wanted to retaliate but just didn’t have the confidence to. That’s when he’d look to you, hoping you’d remind him that he was still truly one of them and Billy was just a poorly spoken bastard. 

Billy spun the bottle and it went in circles for an unreasonable amount of time, but when it started to slow you realized it was coming for you. Your heart started racing, purely out of anxiety and the copious amounts of beer you’d had since arriving. 

“You scared of something?” 

“All right, Arizona. Truth or dare?” He asked ardently. His brows raised in an excited manner, and you knew this was only going to end badly. With a shaky breath you decided to be a step ahead of him. 

“I’ll take a dare.” Your eye contact with him was minimal, and you turned your attention to picking at the tab of your now empty can just to have another thing to focus on. He looked surprised by your answer, his head tilting to one side as he studied you curiously. There was a glint in his eyes that warned of nothing but trouble, and nobody else in the circle saw it - not even you. 

“I dare you to… tell your biggest secret.”

Immediately your head snapped up, resulting in a dull cramp right where your neck met your shoulder. Everyone went eerily silent, waiting eagerly for the big reveal. With a dry laugh you crossed your legs, your free hand wrapping around your ankle and rubbing the skin to calm yourself down. 

“Okay, let’s see.” You took a deep breath and dug into your bottom lip with your teeth, trying to come up with something to say. All you had to do was answer, and then everyone would move on to the next round. “I… don’t like horror movies. I hate being scared, so I’ll only watch ones I know the ending of.” You confessed. Truthfully, it wasn’t a total lie - it just wasn’t the answer Billy was looking for. At that moment you felt Randy scoot away from you, a dramatic gasp filling the now empty spot. 

“You what?! I thought I could trust you.”  He put his hand on his chest and shook his head, making you laugh until that all-too familiar voice spoke up.

“Aw come on now, Arizona. That can’t be your biggest secret.” He said disapprovingly, prompting Tatum to agree.

“Yeah there’s no way, I already knew that so it doesn’t count.” She nudged you with her elbow. It might’ve been the alcohol, maybe even the contact high, or perhaps it was the blind faith you’d placed in Billy - but all realization dawned on you like a cataclysmic cloud just waiting to explode with heavy, devastating rain.  The way he was glowering at you, all knowing, all ready to flip your entire world on its head. 

“That’s the secret, sorry to disappoint.” You tried to sound light hearted, you even reached forward to spin the bottle and get yourself out of this predicament; but Billy had figured out your strategy. If you thought you were a step ahead, he was already at the finish line. His hand quickly grabbed your wrist and stopped you from making a move, your faces now inches from each other. This time, you had no desire to connect your lips to his. You didn’t yearn for his fingers to travel a little further down than your waistband. Instead your eyes pleaded with his, begged for him to please not do this here. 

“Tell them the truth.” He ordered, his eyes turning a darker shade of brown than you were used to. 

“Jesus, Billy. It’s just a game, calm down.” Stu thankfully checked his friend, but Billy wasn’t listening. 

“I don’t think it’s a game anymore, Stu. I think she needs to be honest with everyone. She’s waited long enough.” Billy sneered. 

You couldn’t let your fear or growing anger show; then everyone would know what he was saying had some validity. You were so focused on your silent debate with Billy, that you didn’t notice everyone’s attention on you. Tatum was stuck with a painfully confused expression, Stu looked like he was processing everything five minutes late, and Randy looked paranoid beyond belief. “What is he talking about?” Tatum asked you directly, pushing on your shoulder to get you to look at her. You didn’t. 

“Y/N, what is he talking about?” She repeated. You couldn’t look at her, so you looked at the ground between the two of you. 

“He’s just being an asshole like he always does, and he’s drunk.” You responded, your tongue almost twisting on your words. You pleaded for a deus ex machina, a divine intervention to suddenly resolve everything and leave you all with a happy ending. Instead you were given Billy Loomis, the devil from the machine who had for some god-forsaken reason, made it his mission to turn your friendships into a tragedy. 

“Go on, Arizona. Tell them about how you’re leaving in what, a week? Maybe two if they’re lucky? And how you weren’t going to say a word until you were halfway to who fucking knows?” Billy drops the bomb. And it was certainly effective. 

“What the fuck are you talking about? Billy that’s not funny.” Tatum scolded him and rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to slap him right across the face. She didn’t even believe him. That’s how much she trusted you. 

“I may be drunk but I’m not a liar. Why don’t you ask her?” He finally released your wrist, and you were free to move. But you were completely frozen. Your mouth instantly dried, your skin engulfed in invisible flames, and your eyes stung with hot, fresh tears that you willed back as much as you could. Your silence was enough. It was enough for everyone. Randy looked between you and Billy, then back to you. He may not have been as close to you as Tatum, but he knew when you were hiding something. And he was so naive and compassionate, that he actually felt bad for not noticing you could’ve had something on your mind earlier. 

“That can’t be true… right?” Randy asked, his voice low and much more solemn than you’d ever heard it. It was heartbreaking. 

“It’s not true, Randy. She would’ve told us as soon as she found out.” Wrong. Tatum defended you without a second thought, but then you made the mistake of looking up. You could see it in her face, the denial. The unmistakable cast of doubt in your entire friendship could be seen in her eyes. Your breath hitched, and the tears you had under your command broke free before you could catch them. 

“Tatum I… I’m so sorry.” You whispered, shaking your head as if you didn’t believe your own apology. Were you really sorry? If you were, wouldn’t you have told them sooner? 

Tatum’s expression shifted to what you could only assume was disgust. Her brows knitted together and her mouth fell open, a scoff escaping her lips. “No, there’s no way.” She mumbled, looking to Stu for some kind of comfort. Stu, for once, was speechless. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” He asked, attempting to contribute to the conversation in some way. 

“I wanted to, I had no idea how. I didn’t mean to keep it from you this long it just - I was scared.” You had no clue how you were even speaking coherently, all of the guilt and sadness spilling out at the blink of an eye. 

“You didn’t mean to keep - Y/N there’s three weeks until graduation. When exactly were you gonna tell us? While we walked across the stage?” Tatum stood up and looked at you like she didn’t recognize you - and truthfully she didn’t. To her, you were far more interesting, far more genuine than any other girl at Woodsboro. It’s the reason she gravitated to you and befriended you. But at that moment, you were a stranger. Another disappointment, another vessel for misplaced trust. Before you could even respond, Tatum was practically running out of the room. Stu gave you a solemn glance before following to console his distraught girlfriend. Randy had gone quiet, but soon stood up. 

“I’m uh… It’s getting late. Gonna head home.” He cleared his throat and left without another word. You tried to talk, tried to apologize - but you were defeated. The front door closed with a click, and through the silence you swore you could hear Tatum crying. 

Billy was in the same spot, right across from you on the floor that you wished would just swallow you up. Through your blurred vision you looked up at him with downcast eyes, melancholia filling every crevasse of your body. Nothing was said by either of you, his eyes trained on yours like they had been all night. You could hear it echoing in your head as he rose up and left you with nothing but an irreverent glance. 

“Your secret isn’t gonna last much longer.” 

[autumnrose11]

SO MUCH THIS. I have no problem putting them through insane amounts of angst and emotional torment, but I struggle with having them bicker. At times I worry that I'm making them too idealistic, because the truth is .... fights are inevitable and arguments are normal. And I think to make their relationship realistic, you *have* to make them clash at some point. I keep having to remind myself not to erase their flaws, because that is something I tend to do. But yes, making up always makes things better.

Excited to read your M/M fight scene :) Now I'm wondering what they'll be bickering about, lol

One of the problems with writing fanfiction because falling in love with a pairing is making them fight (well, at least for me). Surprisingly I don't have problems with angst or pining, but I hate making my darlings have a proper, ugly, vicious fight and yet I am now working on it for one of my stories. And I am awfully reluctant to make them hurt each other but there is no way around it with the direction the plot is going and so I am sitting here on the couch brooding about it and making a whiny post on Tumblr.

Oh well. At least I can write reconciliation afterwards to feel better.

[rare-and-beautiful-things]

hi I was wondering if you would do the union guys with a reader who is always zoning off and as a result always ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time if not that is fine I love your writing it always makes me smile and I hope you have a lovely day

hey there! sure, I'd love to! thanks for loving my writing and my day is already lovely thanks to you 💙

Union guys with a s/o who always finds themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time

Wolf Keum

lol. good for you.

no, really. just imagine yourself walking around with wolf, and he's kinda quiet, and you slowly start zoning out, going deeper and deeper into that world inside your head. your legs are moving, you're still going somewhere, but where you couldn't say for the life of you. and what does your beloved wolf?

he just follows. at first he's like "oh well, they probably know where they're going", but after a few minutes he understands that... nope. you don't. somehow it only makes it funnier for him, so he continues to follow you, until you arrive at your mysterious destination. called trouble. so wolf sees it and, whether or not you can actually handle this particular trouble yourself, he just goes "aww. look at this. is this for me? you shouldn't have :)" and then he eats the fuckers like they're nothing, all giddy and bubbly. congrats! you just killed two hares with one bullet or whatever they say.

it's all nice and easy when you're together. all the trouble is no trouble for wolf but entertainment. but when you're alone? all alone and in the wrong place and at the wrong time? whatever are you going to do? lol jk just call him or text him or whatever. chances are he'll be there before your current "problem" will be done with shit talking.

after a few of such encounters you're going to be infamous. a city legend, if you will. the wolf summoner.

you will arrive in some crappy location, see the dangerous people around, see the shit boiling around you. and these people will see you and be like "crap. it's them. the wolf will be here soon". so they'll be like "hey hey buddy, pal, take it easy, we're already leaving, nothing is happening here", and you'll be like "okay but how do I find the subway station?", and they will lead you to the subway station and pray that you'll remember them fondly.

but there's always shitheads who don't believe in city legends. and there's always other districts where many people have yet to hear about you and wolf. there's still mountains to conquer, assholes to beat. the world sure will never be boring for wolf as long as you're around.

Naksung Yoon

naksung really loves his fam. one of the reasons is that when you're with the group and start to stray away, someone will inevitably pull you back - either physically pull you by the hand or the collar of your shirt, or just start walking closer to you, ensuring that you won't get lost while the fam is busy chatting and bickering with each other.

but you are not always with the fam, and this simple fact ensures than part of naksung's mind will constantly be concentrated on you and he will only be calm and without worry when seeing you right before his eyes. at all other times he needs to know where you are, where you are gonna be in the near future, what are your plans, how are you feeling. it feels kinda controlling (and naksung is not without fault in that field unfortunately), but it's not about control. it's about your fucking history of zoning out at the worst times.

the first times it happened he was drunk af. he would've liked to black out and and simply forget everything, but he cannot. he can, however, prohibit the subject from ever being discussed. he does his best to simply not drink alcohol if you're not there now, so hope your Fridays are free.

naksung is always ready to get a message from you like "hey, I'm at xxx and there's gonna be a fight between the y and the z gangs lol" or "hiii you know I think I'm gonna be killed by this mob boss in 15 min, it's wild man *selfie at the gunpoint attached*". he's ready for this when he's going to sleep, and when he's going around doing shit for donald, and when he's at the class, and when he's hanging out with bros. he's ready. every. fucking. second.

and yet you still manage to surprise him. it's better if you kinda can handle the trouble you get yourself into, but if you're helpless? the man here just got freaking paranoia babe.

on the bright side! when in the midst of the trouble you manage to acquire some useful info and give it to donald, donald is happy. and when donald is happy, the quality of your life goes up. so, like, it's not all for naught!

but maybe you should think about living with the fam? might be a bit awkward at first, and they'll probably have to find another apt and moving out is a hassle, but for you... perhaps...

Jimmy Bae

are you serious? it's really hard for him to believe that this shit is actually happening. i mean, are you seriously telling him that you're just zoning out and go somewhere and end up in trouble? sounds like something out of some stupid movie. he thinks you're joking until it actually happens not ones, not twice, but three times in a row.

so it's real. Jimmy's facepalming the entire conversation, like, how in the world can you zone out that hard? scratch that, how can you be so unlucky that you end up in one shit or another every time you're zoning out? "let's put a tracker on you". he actually suggests it, and if you agree he'll install the app on your phone, and everything will be a bit easier. not so hectic. if not, well, he'll just have to count on you telling him when you're in trouble and try to stay with you as much as possible.

he's always up for some trouble. if he's around then he'll be able to detract you from the real trouble, even if part of him is curious how you were able to sniff out some mob meeting or a drug den. he'll laugh about it after he gets your ass away from that shit.

but some suckers who think they're hot shit? useless drunks and junkies and other has-beens who were cool in last decade maybe, but now are simple losers? he'll take care of them gladly. it's especially nice if it's someone he remembers seeing years ago, as his almighty sunbaes from elementary school. it's also a bit sad and it reminds him of the danger of this path - to be broken down, useless, thrown away and forgotten in the end. he always tells himself he's above such fate. this crap cannot touch jimmy bae.

he accepts it as one of your quirks in the end, and a he does besides trying to help you is harmless teasing, and even that is more amazed at your antics then frustrated. he'll ask jack to keep an eye on you from time to time, and he'll often try and do it himself. he'll also make sure to keep in touch, no matter what he feels at the moment. safety first, then you'll sort things out together.

[nameless-shrimp]

CONFESSION (NSFW) || OSAMU DAZAI

↳ PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x F!Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 5.3k

↳ WARNINGS: NSFW, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, a lot of... grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: You realize you fall in love with your colleague, the one who you've been sleeping with.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: wooo. okay, bear with me. i am not the best at writing NSFW, i don't know what i am doing. but most importantly, i tried to write this in a different style, so i hope that it is good. if not, then oh well LOL. i'm sorry this kinda sucks

“Stop bickering you two and get back to work!”

An audience watches—it fuels Dazai; a smirk rises on his lips. An irritated glare was thrown at his way from where you were sitting, eyes attempting to glue at the screen of the laptop. An empty report. Yet Dazai finds that amusing. He fiddles his fingers together before resting his elbows on your desk. Putting your head down, you sigh deeply. Atsushi pokes your shoulder; worry was evident on his face.

“Dazai, quit bugging Y/N! She has business to attend to!” Kunikida roars once more. His face was now beaten to a crimson red. No sign of blushing, whatsoever, except a fuming rage firing out from his lips. Dazai pays no mind to this. He continues to delve deep into the amusement. A cock of his head while he kicks your foot.

“Y/N, quit being distracted,” he hums.

“Shut up,” you huff, now raising your head to eye the rain dripping down from the Agency’s rooftop building. Quick taps were enough to keep you stuck in a gaze. Dazai continues to sing a song. He twirls the purple-colored pen with his fingers. With one click of his tongue, your eyes dart down to him swinging the pen around; the only bit of stationery that he begged you to buy because the color suited you when you were both on your lunch break. He was too annoying; you were planning to only buy a notebook that day.

Part of you continuously thought about how life would’ve been if you never made contact with Dazai. The moment was inevitable; your coworker had surprises up his sleeves, all bandaged around. A present always ready to be opened by you. Finding a moment of freedom from Dazai’s annoyance was rare, yet you weren’t going to question why your heart didn’t settle in its right place whenever he shared a few words with Yosano.

‘It’s over,’ you’d say to yourself. The comedic part was that you two weren’t together. Shameless. Dazai was nothing but someone who needed an emotional release; a stress-ball that you were. Completely loose in his hands. Lost with his touch. One swift movement of his fingers was enough to keep you under his spell. And was to have Dazai completely out of your life a decision worth making after all?

He suffocated you. Lungs were tight. With every bite on your collarbone, you pondered if he was there to toy with your emotions. A flirt, he was. Always playing with the hands of beautiful women in front of your eyes. Yet his release was lost with you—cathartic. A stomp on an empty cigarette; once it had been smoked, it’s over and lost in the remains of the ground. Perhaps that was you. Were you even important to him?

It had been a week since you declined the last fling. It was meant to be over. Your heart rapidly picked up its speed whenever he walked around. Shit. Dazai was nothing but a nuisance—an annoyance to your presence. This was the longest he had ever lasted and your thoughts spiraled into a tornado. Maybe he found someone else; a better fuck—another woman better than you? Fuck, it frustrated you.

A clench of your fists causes Atsushi to raise his eyebrows. Standing up, you keep your head down and rummage past Dazai who sent a confused look your way. Not wanting to hear more of Kunikida’s anger releases, you stomp out of the Agency offices. The best way to escape the situation was to be alone. Out of Dazai’s presence. Annoying. That’s what he was.

You walk into the washroom, quickly closing the door behind you and a sigh fanned out from your lips. Taking small steps towards the mirror, your hands shake while they grip on the sink in front of you. Blinking rapidly, you swore under your breath. Fucking Dazai; not just literally, but fuck him as a person too. The feelings he made you feel. Everything.

The turn of a knob causes you to jerk up your head, eyes widening at the door slowly opening, and with a quick movement, you are greeted with autumn colors within the eyes of the man you despised the most. A sharp glance was aimed towards your way. You wince at his look; a grim smirk on his lips as his fingers played with the knob before it clicked to a loud lock.

“What do you want?” You groan, turning away from him.

“I came to check up on you,” Dazai raises a brow. “You don’t seem too happy to see me.”

“Fuck you.”

His smirk rises; the cocky brow arches. “That’s my plan.”

“Wa—” you were interrupted by his hands thrown around your waist, causing you to yelp out in surprise before you were sitting on the counter of the sink. The space was tight; you felt your thighs nearly slipping. Cool marble touching your skin. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Hmm,” Dazai purses his lips and then lets out a forced laugh. “Oh. I told Kunikida I was gonna fuck you in the bathroom.”

“Exc—”

“I’m kiiiidding,” he wails out. “You’re so gullible, you know? You’re easy to tease; I’d know that for sure out of all people.”

“I hate you,” you spat, bottom lip trembling.

“Sure you do,” he rolls his eyes. “Say that all you want.”

“Stop,” you close your eyes. Heart thumping in its unusual rhythm. A smile still rests on Dazai’s lips, with his leg hugging your thighs, maintaining a good sense of friction. Part of you stifled back a moan, and you nearly whined at the soft movement of his knee alongside the slightly exposed skin from your skirt.

Legs open enough for the whole world to see; flesh exposed to others. Black pencil skirts—the type of clothing that he loved on you. Blush tickling your cheeks; whether from the light makeup or that you were flustered by the way he made you feel. The exposure of your collarbone from the white top was too bare; an empty canvas. Dazai preferred cold color acrylics on your neck; all painted by the tip of his lips and graze of his teeth.

Though this moment was different. You continue to move slowly from his touch. His grip is strong around your waist. The smirk disappears on his lips. Dazai almost pulls back, but he insists that he stays put. You keep your eyes closed before you grasp onto his arms, tightening the cloth of his coat, and he takes note of your trembling lips.

“Y/N?” He asks, worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” you open your eyes. His lustful state had vanished. Weird. Dazai tilts his head before placing a palm on your cheek. With the enlargement of your eyes, your heartbeat quickened once more. This feeling. Fuck. The unthinkable emotions returned. He straightens his position before your hands tighten on his coat. “Nothing,” you quip.

He fights back a chuckle. “Don’t say that. Something’s wrong.”

“I’m okay,” you argue.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, you know that, right?”

You gulp. “I know.”

He blinks in confusion. “Then what’s—”

“Just leave me alone!” You shout out loud, completely startling him before he steps back with a blank stare. Tears began to sting your eyelids, completely engulfed by your emotions. No, no, no. Pure denial. You fight back from lunging yourself into his chest.

One swift movement and you disappeared from the bathroom. Your mind mentally clocked out for the day. The pitter-patter of the pouring rain outside wasn’t helpful at all; the lightning cracks were enough to startle you. It was too busy—on an unusual weekday—in the city of Yokohama to be jammed packed with traffic on the streets. Lights dim to a dark hue; bar signs flickering from a distance.

You decide to walk home for the day. The horrendous rain that dripped down wasn’t as bad as before—thankfully—though you didn’t mind that you were wandering through the streets; head soaked from the precipitation, eyes stung from the tears that dripped down from your cheeks. A flustered mess you were, only with a bit of a sneeze here and there.

‘Please, no.’ You thought to yourself imagining the inevitable. A quick breeze of his words was enough to keep you off your feet. Though it only started with one night at a bar, where you and Dazai clanked drinks together; joyous laughter about the most recent cases at the time. It took less than two hours for both of you to get tangled up in bed; the unbuckling of belts was on rewind in your mind. His lips were on yours, which had been a ghostly touch for about a week now. And he fucked you into submission, completely taken back by how good that man was in bed yet something about his personality as a whole caught you off guard in numerous ways that you—thought—were meant to be unexplainable.

Usually, Dazai stayed the night. He always did. Regardless of how much energy he still had from fucking you until your eyes rolled back, Dazai continued to keep himself underneath the sheets with you. Thumb trailing your thighs; kisses gently placed alongside the pillar of your neck as you attempted to sleep. And he’d offer to cook breakfast the following morning, but you’d refuse since you couldn’t trust him to not accidentally kill himself in your own home.

The way he made you feel.

Heart completely drenched in denial. Feelings tucked away in a tight chest. Every time you gulp with your feet wandering further down the streets, turning a block here and there, you slowly come to your senses. Part of you believes that you were going insane. Dazai. Out of all people to fall in love with; after a few mere sessions of stress-release underneath the wrinkled blankets and the way his body flowed alongside yours.

Of course. This had to happen with you—with Dazai.

You rummage through your pockets before unlocking the door to your home. The door closes shut behind you with the drips of your rain fading down to the floor. Your legs shake. Unable to move, yet you force yourself to do so.

Though with a few steps in, you fall to your knees in the kitchen before resting your head alongside the wall. Your eyes continue to sting; tears start to flow once more. Dazai. Your heart aches; with one glance at your fingers, you realize that you had fallen in love with the man. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen,’ a wind of thought soared through your mind. Cries wail from your lips quietly, in hopes to not disturb the other neighbors of your stressful demise. A pathetic situation to ever slip into.

You weren’t sure if it was that crisp smile that he’d throw at you with a wave of his hand, declaring his goodbye before earning a bicker from Kunikida before they left for a mission—or the fact that he’d leave a cup of your favorite drink at your desk when you were napping on the job. (Clearly, something that Dazai could relate to.) And the way he continued to stay after every night; the growth of the bond that he had with you was enough to cause your chest to swirl into unusual feelings that you weren’t used to.

As if on cue, you dig your head down to hear the twist of the knob from your front door. Already knowing who it was, you plan out different sentences that you could quickly rehearse in case that Dazai had some questions in mind.

Footsteps were declared on the wooden floor. You feel his body stop close to you and he bends down, eyeing your shaky figure.

Much to your surprise, your head shot up at the touch of his hand on your head before he slowly moved his fingers down to meet with your cheek. Your drenched self starts to soak his bandages, but he pays no mind to it. Instead, Dazai sighs before a smile twinkles in an instant, causing you to hum in confusion.

“You’re soaked,” he notes.

Your eyebrows twitch. “You think so?”

“Let me run a bath for you.”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me,” he says, and he makes himself at home in an instant like that. This was never unusual. Part of you liked it, yet you despised him for every bit of it.

Dazai was never the type of man to commit; you knew it all too well. The way he acted around you was no different than the other women he’d meet at the coffee shop that the Agency would hang out in or those that were engaged in a mission. (He’d get a lecture from Kunikida for being ‘unprofessional’, but—as if Dazai really gave a damn.)

The water starts to run, capturing you out of your thoughts before he makes himself back to the kitchen where you sat on the floor uncomfortably. Dazai looks down at you before that smile returns; a comforting touch that he had on his face, and he bends down once again to grasp onto your waist, causing you to gasp.

“Stand up now!” He cheers, allowing you to smack him playfully on his shoulder. He winces; you groan in annoyance. “I’m just trying to help.”

“You can go now,” you spat back.

“So sassy,” he slightly pushes you into the bathroom where you watch the tub slowly fill up.

You furrow your eyebrows at the yellow rubber ducky that was floating along the waves of the water. Turning around, you point at the toy. “What the hell is that?”

“What?” He shrugs his shoulders. “You don’t like it? I got it for you.”

“I’m not five,” you scoff.

“I think it adds a nice touch to a lovely bath, you know?”

He smiles; you scrunch up your nose. “So you knew I walked home in the rain?”

“Well, yeah,” he chuckles heavenly—a sound that causes your breath to hitch. “I was worried about you. I may have followed you home without you realizing.”

“Asshole.”

“How sweet,” Dazai places a hand on his head in delight. “I never knew you could have such a kind heart. Now, let me help you clean up.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Dazai twirls his finger around. You huff, turning away from him. Before you can retort that you were capable of taking off your clothes, he bickers, “—and yes, I know you can take off your clothes like the independent woman you are. But let me help.”

You wanted to spit back at him, but your mind didn’t want to. So you let him. And slowly, he unbuttons your shirt with a soft hum; singing along to a pop song that had been stuck in his head for days, as what he said from one of the nights that he stayed at your place from before. Dazai strips you from your shirt before fiddling with your skirt, slowly taking it off which causes you to—unconsciously—cover your chest with your hands. What. And it wasn’t like that you were this nervous from when he’d have sex with you like before.

“Why so shy?” He asks in amusement. The wiggle of his eyebrows causes you to scoff. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“Shut it, Dazai,” you murmur.

“You’re beautiful,” he says with confidence. You felt your neck heat up at his compliment. “I’m serious. Absolutely stunning.”

“Stop that.”

“I think not,” he clicks his tongue before you are completely naked in front of him; soaked clothes scattered across the cream floor of the bathroom.

Dazai says nothing. Instead, his eyes held a gentle glow; the lust-divine you saw whenever he was inside you on those intense nights of him fucking you at every location in your apartment was gone. And instead, you were met with a more reassuring gaze. It was all too new—too real. You let yourself give in to it; he looks gorgeous, as he always does, and he never fails to capture your eyes just as you were gazing into the honey-kissed irises of his.

When you sit in the tub, the water is warm. You blink a couple of times, trying to surround yourself with what was currently happening. Dazai soaks up a sponge, offering to rub it down your back while he complains—in a funny tone, really—about how Kunikida was so goddamn annoying today and then proceeds to change into another subject. At some points, he picks up the rubber duck and then squeezes it in hopes you would react to it.

(He was earned with splashes on his clothes. Which was fine.)

Dazai did most of the talking. Though the way that he offered to lean you down into the tub so your head and shoulders would rinse out the soap as he talked about how he wanted to try a new type of coffee brand, it continued to make you feel more at ease. With more squeezes of the rubber duck, he offered to massage your neck while you were already attempting to calm down from your breakdown from earlier. And you let him.

You expected his teasing comments. Maybe some gestures that he’d hint at that he was in the mood. Though he did none of that. And he even left the room to go retrieve your white bathrobe that hung above the back of your bedroom door.

After you exit the tub, the water drains in its slow motion. Dazai dries your soaked body up—all clean, and he continues to hum regardless of it all, and the scent of fresh fruit lingered in the air from the soap you used.

You walk outside of your bedroom after him. Fingers flick off the light switch before you walk towards your bed. Eyes slowly giving into a slumber. Lazily, your legs gave in and you fall onto the mattress. Face encumbered by the pillow. It smells like Dazai; the bedsheets remind you of him—of the nights you had with him. Lustful sessions of his body intertwined with yours, yet you held memories dear to your heart from when he continued to be his generous self around your presence.

“Someone’s tired,” Dazai chuckles before he makes himself a seat on the bed. “Get some rest, Y/N.”

“Wait.”

You grasp onto his wrist quickly. He parts his lips in confusion. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“I—” you bit your bottom lip. ‘Just ask,’ you think to yourself—and why? You weren’t sure. But you wanted it. “Please stay.”

He blinks. “Is that what you want?”

“I—um,” you stutter. “Yes.”

Dazai smiles; a sweet touch to his solace stare. “Thought you’d never ask.”

The back of your head was met with your side of the bed. You hold onto the bedsheets, taking in his scent though he was next to you, slowly stripping off his clothes. Layered bandages around his torso and shoulders; nothing left but his boxers on, and Dazai didn’t hesitate to slump onto the mattress with you. He yawns in satisfaction. Contentment arising from his lips with a swift smile.

“I like sleeping here,” he murmurs.

You turn to him. “Oh yeah, why is that?”

“Because you’re close to me.”

You blink, completely stuck in your own mind. As if your brain backfired its gears, you took in the chance to move his body to the side which caused him to gasp in confusion. Without hesitation, you place your lips down to meet his; the taste of dark coffee sweeps by your mouth. Permanent scars embedded underneath his bandages, yet you couldn’t help but find every bit of his body so peaceful to trail your fingers along the bruised skin.

Though Dazai does not hesitate. He finds himself kissing you back, allowing your fingers to move around his layered chest and his hands meet your cheeks. Electricity sparks within your veins, much like his, and he jerks his hips upwards to meet with yours. Though his motion was different; it wasn’t so rough, and it felt softer, but his grips were no different. A stronger grasp this time.

Dazai finds victory when a moan leaves your lips and he smirks at this. Continuing to move his hips upwards, you grit your teeth at the bit of friction from his clothed cock grinding against your exposed clit. Fucker. He didn’t bother to bring you spare underwear—all you had on was a bathrobe blanketing your bare body; was this planned? Most likely, maybe.

“Need you,” he murmurs along your lips before bracing himself to kiss you again; more passionately as he grips on your neck hard. “You’re gorgeous; every bit of you is beautiful to me.”

“Dazai.”

“Don’t talk.”

His lips feel so intoxicating when they travel down your neck. Dazai throws you over, and he remains on top of you. You grip on his curled locks while his tongue devours your skin; finally, that empty canvas of your collarbone has been painted with swirls of purples and blues. The way he likes it. His body grinds into yours; fluttered moans left your lips.

It seemed as if it was all a hallucination. Yet with every bite of his teeth alongside your skin, your mind snapped back into reality. His fingers toy down to meet your thighs, gently squeezing them before he meets with your—already—soaking clit. Smirking at your wetness, he continues to kiss you; more of a need. Want. Dazai wants it all, and you knew you were falling right into his trap once more. These feelings. Love was inevitable with this man; there had been no way that you could ever see a bonding relationship with him to grow into an everlasting romance.

But he was still so good with how he made you feel. One more night. At least, allow yourself to give in to his touches. In love with his movements and who he is. You let yourself give in to him one more time. No matter what game Dazai loved to play, you weren’t sure if you were just a pawn to him. It was always hard to tell, though he toyed with you in ways that were left with nothing but breathless nights.

“You’re so stunning,” he says close to the shell of your ear. He inserts a finger in you, causing you to gasp as you throw your arms around his chest. Pulling him close to you, he snickers humorously. A cocky bastard that he always was. And he lets himself thrust his finger in.

An arch of your back as wails of your panting moans left your lips was a cue for him to insert another finger. Without warning, two fingers had entered you, and you felt your walls clench around him. A pleased smirk was photographed on his face. The look of pure enlightenment that he’d had when he was horny was enough to keep it a memory in your head; it was unbelievably sexy and it caused your body to squirm underneath his dominant presence over your body.

Dazai kisses you once more, drowning your moans into his mouth. You grip on the arm that he was fingering you with; endless pants had soared from your lips at this point. Dazai continues to kiss you, peppering your swollen lips with kisses; bruised with a sting of red from how much he devours his tongue with yours. The sight he loves to see—or so that’s what you thought.

“Cum for me, love,” he states; you oblige. He groans at the wetness of his fingers before he reaches up and then flicks his tongue at your fingers. Dazai bends down, taking in one of your breasts before plunging back into rummaging himself out of his boxers.

Your eyes flutter shut, shaking your head at the sudden release of your first orgasm before Dazai makes himself on your bed. His cock rests in his hand before he tilts his head. He looks at you for a moment, arching a brow. To add to your confusion, Dazai leans down to kiss you before planting several kisses on your flushed cheeks; a new sensation, odd. But you knew you liked it. And he continues to do this until you tumble out laughs to echo in the air.

He smiles brightly, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Safe word if it hurts, okay?” He whispers close to your ear. As usual, he always said this—though this time felt different. You nod and Dazai places his forehead against yours, letting out a heaved breath once he inserts himself into you.

You tighten your lips at the sting of your walls expanding for him. God. The feelings were always a pleasure to get used to at first. And he stares at you; wide-eyed yet his autumn irises held patience in their pools. With a quick nod, he decides to move, and with slow thrusts entering you, you find yourself gripping onto his wrists as he hovers himself over you.

His pace increases once your moans start to get louder. Dazai nearly swings his head back in excitement; engulfing himself in the pleasure of you around his cock. Tight enough for him. He groans while he grits his teeth before grabbing onto one of your breasts. A small squeeze; you heave out a gasp. And he continues to keep at it with the pace he was in, eyeing the bruises alongside your collarbone.

Dazai continues to fill you and his moans begin to soar throughout the bedroom. Typically, he fucked you until you were overstimulated, though this night was fairly different for him. It seems like it, at least—with every thrust he gave in, your hips float down onto the mattress while you tighten your grip around his wrists.

He notices this and then reaches down in order to attempt to kiss your forehead. Feather-light kisses brought chills down your spine; the storm outside cracks a bit of lightning. Dazai continues to thrust into you, keeping his pace steady though he outweighs his stamina by increasing his movements. Your moans play a symphony; enough for him to feel aroused while he angles his hips to hit you deeper than before.

“Dazai!”

“Fuck,” he swears. “You feel so damn good. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Da—Dazai, I—” your body gets lost in the sudden haze of lust. The coil in your stomach continues to grow while the bed creaks alongside Dazai’s movements. He attempts to stifle his moans by burrowing his face into your neck, breathing his pants alongside your jaw. The pressure is too much; a boiling sensation allows you to snap, with your voice raising out loud, “—I love you!”

He immediately stops and then forces himself up to stare at you. Blinking for a moment out of your high, you cover your mouth in shock. No, no, no—fuck please, no.

“What?” He questions.

“I’m sorry, I—” you tighten your lips. Fuck. No, no. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—I mean, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Dazai stares at you, wide-eyed while your body jolts into an adrenaline rush of fear. “You love me?” He asks, baffled.

You remain quiet for a moment, not caring about the situation that you were in. “I—I love you, Dazai. I’m sorry…”

“No, don’t—” he shakes his head before pushing himself onto your lips. Before you can retort, you felt him thrust into you. Hard. A moan escapes out of your mouth in an instant. Dazai refuses to waste time, so he allows himself to continue the pace. A smile grows on his lips. You weren’t sure if it was from pure satisfaction of the pleasure that he was receiving or that he was actually giddy from your sudden outburst.

Whatever it was, Dazai continued to let himself take it in. And he keeps thrusting in you without a care in the world. He leans down, kissing you all around your cheeks before you can even sputter out moans since you were drowning from his lips all over your elated face.

“Beautiful,” he says, nearly breathless. “You’re so beautiful. Inside and out. Fuck, you’re too perfect.”

“I—I’m—”

“I know, baby,” he groans, throwing out a new pet name; your heart flutters. “You feel too good.”

“Dazai!” You cry out his name in ecstasy.

He moans out your name, signaling that he was close. Tongue racing alongside your collarbone while you keep his chest close to you. Every thrust was erratic; a speed that was picking up its pace. Dazai’s starting to become needy, continuing to murmur out for you to cum undone for him, and you oblige to his command. A squirm of your body underneath him while he lets out an echoing groan—your name follows suit; Dazai’s eyes hazel down to exhaustion before he flops down on you.

His expresso locks tickle your ears. Body still shaking from your outburst, you were taken back by his arms tightly gripping you close to him. “I’m so sorry,” you grit your teeth; jaw aching, and Dazai notices your shivering.

He shushes you before he attempts to kiss the tears that were trailing down your cheeks. “Don’t apologize, Y/N.”

“No, you’re gonna hate me now.”

“What?” He asks, shaking his head. “You’re the one that hates me.”

“I don’t hate you, I just—” you stop yourself from speaking.

“You love me, right?”

“I’m so—”

He stops your response with a kiss, catching you off guard. Dazai departs from your lips, causing you to stare at him in confusion while he chuckles loudly. Eyes filled with accomplishment before they fall into a close. Slowly, he slides himself out of you before fumbling down next to you on your bed; speechless.

“I’m not good with words, Y/N,” Dazai says, continuing to pant. He keeps that smile on his face before he smiles at you. “But I love you too.”

The alarm clock strikes at only nine at night. Too early for Dazai’s bedtime—though he rarely had a proper one. Lightning continues to bolt loudly from outside of the apartment building; the walls shake. He hums that one pop song that had been stuck in his head again and he snaps his fingers along with it. You lay in bed, lost in a puzzling daze, and you knew that you have been wrapped around his finger; a loose tie, and you were tucked in. A man who flirts with other women nonstop admits that he loves you; eyes jumping around in a daydream with your sheets still holding onto that arousing scent of him.

He opens his eyes and flickers his stare at you; sweet gaze so lovingly, your heart tumbled into its own cartwheels. Thunder continues to roar from the outside. Wind shouts near your window. Dazai notices your body shivering.

“Come here,” he says.

You move closer to him, letting your face rest against his chest. He twirls his finger alongside your shoulder while you bury yourself into him. Dazai inhales your scent, taking in your presence, and then he plants a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes close, hoping that all of it was real. His words. The way he smoothly lets them loose when he admits how he feels back.

“I love you,” he murmurs once more close to your ear. Your breaths fan his collarbone and you keep yourself steady. “I mean it.”

His fingers meet yours. Intertwining into one. A brand new string of connections.

“I’m tired…” you sigh.

“Sleep then, love.”

“Don’t leave.”

Dazai lays there with you. Part of you ignores the fluttering heart inside your chest. Maybe this was all a dream—at least, with Dazai’s presence around, you always felt like you were in a dream. The way he made you feel was one thing, though how he acted around you seemed different from others, though the harsh denial of you knowing you were falling in love with him had brought more harm than good. Though he tumbled his way close to you, and you remained close to him; ear resting on the beating heart that was on a faster pace than yours within his own chest. A soothing melody.

Dazai brushes his lips alongside your forehead once more.

“I won’t.”

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Book: Open Heart (Book 2)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff (With a touch of angst)

Summary: Friends don’t let friends text drunk, but Sienna had a rare slip-up. What did Kaycee say? And how would she face Ethan tomorrow?

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, some cursing

A/N: You asked for it. You got it. This is the more detailed story of this MC Monday edit (you can see the full-text message here). I hope you enjoy this!

Important note! This was one of my Ethan x Casey stories that was converted to Ethan x Kaycee. Y'all have no idea how long this is taking. lol So I did NOT update the text messages. Please work with me. :) Thanks.

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"This was supposed to be a girl's day!" Jackie snapped, "I don't know why the hell I'm picking up Lahela now."

"Because he's our friend too, and we want him to come along," Sienna scolded.

"And you're going to make him sit in the front seat with me?"

"Well, I want to stay by Kaycee," she replied with a worried look. Kaycee was staring out the back window, and she hadn't heard a word anyone said.

She was the reason they were heading to the winery. She wasn’t as sad as she had been a few months ago, but she was undoubtedly struggling, and it hurt her friends to see her this way. So they made arrangements to borrow Baz’s car, Bryce scoped the location, and in 45 minutes, they’d be far enough away from Boston to give her a new perspective… or so they hoped.

As Bryce and Jackie bickered about why Bryce had to sit up front (“To beautify the place, obviously!”), Sienna did her best to engage Kaycee in small talk. She was the only one who knew the real reason why Kaycee had been so sad, and she was worried. Sometimes Ethan appeared especially cold toward Kaycee. His attempt to make sure the distance he placed between them remained in place. But the fake armor would always crack, and each time it did, Kaycee would get her hopes up, only to come crashing down days later, and it was taking a toll.

She had been sad two weeks ago, and as usual, he couldn’t bear to see it. He happened to have two hard-to-get tickets to an art exhibit she was dying to see, so he offered to take her. It was not a date. They were just two people who happened to work together, going to view some art. At least that’s what they told themselves.

As always, conversation came easy, and being in each other's presence brought a feeling of home that neither could explain. They shared stories and laughed as they walked through the exhibit, each fighting the urge to grab the other’s hand. Neither wanted the night to end, and they both went home longing for more. But when they each crawled into their own beds, their thoughts began to diverge.

Kaycee was happy, light, and smiling. She couldn’t wait to see him at work tomorrow, even if they had to act like nothing had happened. She was convinced, more than ever, they were inevitable. It was just a matter of time. Ethan was happy too, but that happiness soon turned into guilt and disappointment in himself. It was a mistake. Seeing her so sad drove him to take leave of his senses. He had done his best…struggled… to keep their relationship strictly professional, and now, in one night, he blew it. His feelings for her were as strong as ever, but he loathed the thought of going to work in the morning. It was going to rip his heart out. He would have to build that wall again, which meant he would hurt her again. While she drifted into a sweet slumber, he could not sleep.

And that’s where things stood today. Two weeks had passed, and they hadn’t had one conversation that did not center around work. If he was alone in her office when he entered, he made an excuse to leave. If he saw her eating in the cafeteria, he would proceed to another table and eat alone. Once again, Kaycee was crushed.

Bryce broke her from her trance. “Kaycee, do you want to get right to the sampling, or should we take a walk around this place first?”

“Oh. A walk around, I guess. I mean, if we do it the other way, it’s possible we won’t be able to walk after.”

“And this is why you are the top resident in the program,” Bryce said, tapping the side of his head with his finger.

“Relax, meathead. Keep up that tapping skull of yours, and you may knock out the little brain matter you have.”

“You know that’s an impossibility, Varma, but if it were to happen, at least I’d still have my looks to fall back on.”

Jackie jumped out of the car, “Gross!”

The three friends were happy that their plan was working. They ran around playing hide and seek among the grapevines. They listened to the band playing on the patio. They filled themselves on the delicious cheeses lining the buffet table and then sampled the wine. A lot of wine. Sienna had pulled the short straw, so she was the designated driver, which worked out well. This way, she could watch over Kaycee.

“Si, you have to do me a favor,” she asked desperately.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Do not let me drunk text him, OK? I don’t care if you have to rip this phone out of my hands and stomp on it, don’t let me.”

“Of course,” she smiled.

But several bottles of white, red, and rose later, it was Sienna who wasn’t feeling well (she blamed the excess of cheese). One of her trips to the restroom was so urgent that she forgot to take Kaycee's phone as she had each time before.

Kaycee remained at the table and happily slipped her half-empty glass of Reisling. Then she confiscated Jackie’s glass of Merlot when she conceded to join Bryce for a game of bocci on the lawn. She sat there and smiled, proud of herself because she hadn’t thought of him in hours…. until she realized she hadn’t thought of him in hours.

She tried to divert her attention, but her eyes landed on a couple sitting at a nearby table. They were holding hands, blowing kisses, so in love with each other. She looked away, only to spot a newly engaged couple at the bar. Laughing, Prosecco in their hands, as they discussed the details of their upcoming wedding. Kaycee closed her eyes and tried to fight the thoughts that began to flood her mind. What would she and Ethan be like, if they were a couple spending the day here? She tried to stop, but it was an impossible task.

She picked up her phone to scroll through Pictagram, hoping it would divert her attention. And it did for a few moments. After that, her thumb began to run up and down on the smooth glass surface of her phone. She could not stop thinking.

I could text him. Just text to say hello.

There is no harm in that.

I mean, we work together, and co-workers text each other nonsense all the time. Right? I’m going to do it!

She lifted her phone, and with far too little deliberation, she did it.

Hiiiiii!!!!

Ethan was sitting behind the desk in his home office. He was way behind on an article he was penning for JAMA, and when his phone vibrated, it was not just a nuisance but also a shock. He wasn’t fond of texting. Both the hospital staff and personal acquaintances knew that calling and not texting him would be wise. Who on earth could it….her. He let out a breath as he sunk into his chair, not sure of what to do. He decided to send her name, along with a question mark, just to confirm that it was her. But he had already hit send when he realized he didn’t write Dr. MacTavish. He didn’t even write Kaycee. He wrote….

Rookie?

That was a mistake. He shut his eyes tightly, foolishly hoping she wouldn’t write back.

Duh! Yes!

He smiled despite himself but was perplexed. Duh? I don’t think I’ve ever heard her use the word, Duh. Then the picture came through.

Here!!! PROOF!!!!!

OK, now he got it.

Are you drunk, Kaycee?

Kaycee giggled to herself. The thing about drunk texting? You don’t realize you are drunk texting while it’s happening. It’s when the effects of the alcohol are slipping away that the horror sets in. She began to text, as incoherently as she would speak at that moment.

Me? NO! Never!!! Besides Sirmma wpild never let me dronk text you!!!

A smirk came to his lips, and he chuckled at her reply. At least he could make the words out. Shaking his head in amusement, he replied.

You may want to have her edit that last message then.

Kaycee snorted obnoxiously, causing nearby patrons to turn her way.

“What, a girl can’t laugh?” She asked, taking another gulp of her wine.

😂🤣😂😂😂😂 Sheis in the bathroom silly!

So you ARE drunk texting me.

She was insulted. Of course she wasn’t drunk texting him! She was a doctor, she graduated fourth in her class from Perelman School of Medicine, she was professional! She was not the sort of woman to drunk text a crush!

NO!

But then again, she was…

YES!!!

But she couldn’t admit that to him…

MAYBE!!!

Ethan shook his head and laughed. His first thought was that her friends were with her. He heard her mention that to Baz yesterday. Knowing she was safe allowed him to enjoy the levity of the situation. But then again, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable about this tomorrow.

Kaycee, why don’t you put the phone down before you regret this.

But all she could think about was him, and those blue eyes, and that smile and…

I would never regret you Ethan you know that 😢

This was going exactly where he did not want it to go. His heart sank. He was sure she believed that he regretted his time with her, and she didn’t realize that he counted those moments among the most precious of his life. He hated himself for putting her through all of this, and he didn’t know what to say. He typed a response, only to delete it and start over again. As he typed, a new text came in.

Do you think I am pretty?

Oh, shit. At a loss, all he could get out was…

Kaycee…

Apparently, it was possible to be tongue-tied while texting.

Just answer me! I think your pretty.

He smiled. Knowing Kaycee, she was likely to be more mortified by her improper use of the word “you’re” than she would be by the content of this message. But how to answer her?

I should just tell her to knock it off. No. Too harsh. I’ll ask her to give the phone to a friend and tell her I’m shutting my phone off. But I don’t want to, and I don’t know what….

Before he knew it, he hit send…

No. I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you’re beautiful. Now why don’t you put your phone away.

The next text was received almost instantaneously.

Because Im too scared to tell you how much I miss yiu when I am sober. So I haveto tell u now.

Oh. No, Kaycee. No, no, no. Please don’t say that. Please don’t. He swallowed, and he could feel a knot in his stomach. She missed him? He missed her every single day of his life. He should get an academy award for his performance of acting indifferent, even cold, toward her. If she only knew. But if she knew, he knew she wouldn’t stop until they were together, and that just could not be.

Back at the winery, Kaycee winced. Shame began to overcome her as the moments passed. She shouldn’t have done this.

Ethan? Are you mad at me?

The knot tightened. God damn it! He didn’t want to make her feel even worse. He had hurt her enough. His fingers flew across his phone.

No. Of course not.

How could he be mad at her for caring about him? If she only knew how much he returned her feelings.

Kaycee could just imagine his face as she read his message. The sad eyes, contrite expression. If they were talking, he would likely caress her cheek. She would fall into it, wishing for so much more.

You miss me too. Dont u?

He stalled. No. He froze. What could he do with this? Lie. He lived in a lie every day, but he couldn’t lie this much. Blatantly lie to someone who meant so much to him?

Ethan?

He had to say something. He seemed incapable of doing anything more than staring at the phone in bewilderment, wishing this weren’t happening, but it was.

She didn’t quite sober up, but she was close. She bit down on her lip, hoping for a reply… any reply was better than none. She waited, but none came. She could no longer pretend he didn’t mean as much as he did to her. But she knew she couldn’t force him to return her feelings, and it caused her heart to ache. But all she was worried about was putting his mind at ease.

Its OK. You don’t have to miss me. But I will miss you anyway.

It didn’t put his mind at ease. It broke his heart. She missed him, likely as much as he missed her, and she thought… she thought he didn’t care. He never had to worry about that. All the hell he had been living through, but he never once thought that he meant nothing to her.

I’m the bad guy. I’m the bad guy here. All she has done is care about, want me… and I’m making her feel…

Of course I miss you, Kaycee. More than you know.

He couldn’t hurt her that much again. He vowed. Never again.

I inew you did. 🥰

“You have no idea,” he said out loud. “No idea.”

Why don’t you give Sienna your phone, then get back home and get some sleep? OK?

His visceral reaction was to find her. Take her home. Help her get into clean pajamas and make sure she drank enough water. Then he’d tuck her into bed and wait. Sit in a nearby chair with a book, just long enough to ensure she was OK. How could he not want to? She was his, but she wasn’t.

OK. But only becaser I want to dream about you. Goodnight Ethan.

FUCK! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! How am I supposed to keep denying this? How am I going to put her at ease tomorrow? Should I say anymore? I should say something… something.. but.

Then another text came in, which gave him relief and terrified him simultaneously.

He began to breathe again. Kaycee always said she was a great friend. Now, he saw it first hand. He thanked Sienna and asked her to text him when they were home safely.

He put his papers away, clearing off his desk in its entirety. The idea of getting any more work done today was futile. He poured a glass of scotch and sat on his sofa. He was unable to think of anything but her. When Sienna let him know they had arrived home, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sienna told him Kaycee was tucked in and almost asleep. She also asked him to please be kind to her about this. He gave his word.

About twenty minutes later, he was about to go to sleep himself. He picked up his phone, foolishly hoping she texted him.

She’s likely asleep or mortified. Could she even be both?

He began to text.

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[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing xvi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: jk and oc :(

words: 5, 820

summary: a series of drabbles where you’re confused and jungkook’s confusing

a/n:

at the end of the chap!!!

“Babe, you better close your lips,” Yena nudges your shoulders when the two of you approach the football field with treats of your own.

“I’m not … drooling,” you reply lamely, fingers clutching the bag of food and refreshments tightly in your grasp as if it would run away.

“I wasn’t talking about your mouth,” she smirks.

Your head snaps towards her in a flush, ears immediately turning red when she resorts to snickering at your scandalised expression. You thwack her on her shoulder, flustered at the cackles she’s releasing. The food in your hands remains unscathed, purely because you spent a good amount of time preparing it for the boys—knowing that they were entering an important season for their football games.

From where the two of you were walking from, you had a decent view of the football team sprawled across the field, likely resting from one of their many intensive practices. You weren’t concerned with anyone else, and given Jungkook’s flashy hair colour—it was only natural that your eyes immediately fell onto his figure. It also just so happened that Jungkook decided to take his break—shirtless.

You shake your head to snap out of your daydream, fully aware of the way that Yena shoots you a knowing smirk.

“Okay, shut up before you blow my cover,” you hiss.

“You’re telling me that when your face screams I want to lick the sweat of Jungkook’s pectorals—!”

You’re about to drop the food aside, fully ready to attack Yena who looks all too pleased with her teasing, but another voice interjects before you can do any real harm to your friend.

“Is Yena harassing you?”

Yena snaps her head to the source of the voice and immediately narrows her eyes at the smirking figure.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Min,” she snaps.

“Was I talking to you?” He rolls his eyes before turning over to give you a smile, “Hey, ____. Here to feed the dogs?”

You snort, casting a sideways glance to Yena who’s equal parts fuming and red—and you’re definitely sure that it wasn’t because of her apparent anger. The lingering glance that Yoongi rests on her figure with a fond smile tells you enough, and you hide the grin that threatens to appear on your face as you return a kind one to Yoongi.

“Spot on. You’re here to cover their practices?” You make small talk as the three of you make your way towards the football team, most of them too immersed in whatever Namjoon was saying to take note of your approaching figures.

He lets out a deep sigh before nodding, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“You wanted coverage for next months paper, didn’t you?” He teasingly accuses.

You duck your head in embarrassment, remembering the meeting you had with the student reporter union and your exact words. You did need an article written on the football team’s practices for publicity purposes, and you briefly remembered Yoongi and Yena bumping heads on multiple occasions on who was to cover it. Clearly, Yoongi won—or more appropriately, Yena surrendered due to his ‘irritating’ personality.

“I did,” you smile apologetically, “Hopefully it isn’t that bad.”

“All he does is complain,” Yena mutters under her breath.

Yoongi raises a brow with an amused smirk on his face.

“I would’ve been complaining less if I had someone accompanying me,” he says pointedly.

You briefly note the flush on Yena’s cheeks before she grumbles something incoherent under her breath, shoving a fist into Yoongi’s arm in retaliation as he snickers at her reaction. You smile to yourself, eyes turning fond when you realise that Yoongi doesn’t back away even as she bites. All he does is let her have her way, patiently sticking by her side while he placates her growls.

You reach the circle where the footballers were gathered as you quietly tiptoed your way towards the bleachers, setting the food down and taking them out so they could dig in right after they were done. You brought enough for the entire team—but you were still worried since they were male athletes who definitely had an appetite for victory and your sandwiches. You hoped it’d suffice.

Just as you’ve settled down, Jimin spots you when his head snaps up, offering you a wide grin along with nudges to Namjoon and Taehyung’s shoulder. The rest of the team follow the direction of his eyes, and you turn red at the sudden attention of all the men on you as you offer a meek wave, avoiding any real eye contact.

“You came!” Jimin hops towards you, immediately dragging you into a hug as he nuzzles his sweaty forehead into your neck.

You grimace and push him away, scrunching your face at the wetness that sticks to your skin at his contact.

“Ew, you stink,” you whine.

He rolls his eyes before he digs through the food, showing his true intentions on why he came over in the first place.

“And you are an angel,” he coos, pinching your cheeks while you smacked his hand away.

“How was practice?” You hum for the sake of conversation while you watch the boy scarf down your sandwiches like a starved man.

He looks up with stuffed cheeks, pausing in his chomps, “Brufal.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile before squeezing his shoulder.

“All in good time, right?”

He swallows, rolling his eyes in response.

“Said every optimist ever. I just want this season to be over so I can go back to pigging out.”

You snort but you don’t deny his statement. You watch him while he continues to munch on his meal. Something was fulfilling about watching him enjoy your preparations, and you were definitely the type to enjoy taking care of your friends. You were usually the friend that provided advice and comforted people whenever they were faced with a particularly difficult time, and you’ve heard on several occasions from both Jimin, Taehyung—and even Jungkook; that you somehow knew what to do, and say, whenever they were faced with a problem.

It’s nice, to see Jimin happy, and you note to visit more during their practices with food.

“You’re too nice, do you know?” A voice interjects.

You look up from Jimin to see Namjoon walking towards you, with Jungkook and Taehyung trailing behind him. You flush ever so slightly because you briefly remember the last time you saw Jungkook and what happened. It’s been busy for the both of you so you weren’t able to see him much on campus either.

“Stop saying that,” you scowl, “And eat up before Jimin shovels everything down this throat.”

You thrust a wrapped sandwich into his chest that he receives with a dimpled grin. Namjoon wraps a loose arm around your shoulder as thanks and you still grimace at the sweat that lingers on your skin—but you realise that it’s an inevitable part of the role you took, so you sigh and accept it.

“Let’s get married if we both don’t by 35,” Taehyung suggests the moment he’s handed a sandwich of his own as you raise a brow at his proposition.

“So I can make you sandwiches?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Sounds pretty misogynistic to me,” you snort, “Make your own damn sandwiches.”

“But they’re not the same,” he whines, “It’s your essence that makes it taste so much better!”

You laugh at his desperate explanation and the wiggle of his eyebrows at his insinuation. You’re thankful he doesn’t smother you with his sweat and only grants you a grateful mumble of appreciation before he’s joining his other brain cell on the bleachers, immediately bickering away about whatever topic they decided on for the day.

When Jungkook comes up for his turn, you can’t keep eye contact. Especially when he’s still in his shirtless glory while he looks at you with those eyes of his, paired with his cheeky grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you hate him for it.

“Where’s my sandwich?” He asks, propping himself right in front of you, leaving you no space to breathe or to move away from him.

“There,” you point to the bag rather than handing him one like you did with the rest, “Help yourself.”

Jungkook pouts, tilting his head to the side as he chases your expression to search for your eyes. You’re still avoiding his gaze, and you feel like you’re beginning to perspire at the way he’s blatant with his ogling. The two of you were in public, and your friends have sat a few metres away from you with the rest of his football team lingering nearby and somehow the idea of people seeing the two of you so close gives you anxiety.

“You’re not going to give me one?” He asks.

“You have perfectly usable hands,” you gesture, and you immediately regret it because when you turn to look at him—his arms flex under the ministration when he cages you in with his body.

You let out a yelp, head immediately darting to the side to see whether or not anyone else was paying attention. But your friends are still caught in their own conversation, except Yena who somehow has a sixth sense for your embarrassment—and shoots the two of you a sleazy wink before tonguing the inside of her cheek.

Jungkook catches this, and you’re mortified to see the way his eyebrow raises at Yena’s gesture.

“You gossiping about me to your friend?” He teases.

You know exactly what he’s referring to. You scowl in response, sticking your nose up while you glance in the other direction; away from his smirk.

“Gossiping entails that whatever I said was negative. So, do what you want with that information,” you shrug.

Jungkook tuts, shaking his head before he lets out an amused chuckle.

“Always so bratty,” he sighs, “That smart mouth of yours loves to run itself, hm?” The shift to a much huskier tone stuns you into silence because he’s suddenly much closer, more insinuative and daring with the way he leans his face closer to yours until you’re finding it hard to breathe.

“We’re in public, Jeon,” you hiss.

He snickers, “No one cares except for you.”

“I’m not about to give everyone a free show,” you saw pointedly.

Jungkook smirks, “Who said anything about a show? Can’t I just have you close to me without it meaning anything else?”

You freeze. You know Jungkook doesn’t mean it that way, but you suppose it’s the remnants of insecurity that lingers deep in the back of your mind that makes your heart drop ever so slightly. You know how he feels; how his words are meant to be a light jibe towards you. But your collateral mind can only ask, what if?

As if Jungkook’s picked up on the reason for your silence, or perhaps he was just that good at reading you and your body language, he frowns—immediately reaching a hand to your shoulder and squeezing it to get your attention.

“Hey,” he says softly, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You feel bad that he has to clarify himself when you yourself wanted to have faith in him—you did. It was more so that you lacked that same faith in yourself. To be that someone to Jungkook even when he’s made it clear to you about he felt. But you knew Jungkook to be the type that jumped from one interest to another like he was flipping through a brochure, and you didn’t mean it maliciously either.

Jungkook just liked a lot of things and could do well in a lot of things too once his mind is set. You were just terrified if that’s all you were to him. A phase that he’s got to experience in his life because it was interesting to him now.

“Sorry,” you whisper, eyes darting to your feet, “I … I know. It’s just—I’m just overthinking. It’s dumb.”

He frowns, “If it’s bothering you it’s not dumb.”

You sigh.

“No, it is,” you emphasise, balling your fist by your side as he looks at you attentively. You hate yourself a little more for being so unsure. “I know you didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that my mind just—it just thinks the worst of every situation. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem to appreciate the way you’re continuously apologising or avoiding his gaze, so he takes it up himself to reach out his hands to tilt your chin upwards so that you’re looking at him. He’s always loved looking at you, whether you were studying, driving, or even just daydreaming—he loved your eyes and he’d spend most of his days just staring at you.

“I want you. I always want you,” he says and it both takes your breath away and makes your heart pound rapidly against your ribcage, “Everything that I do with you means the world to me. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to fuck this up. I fucked up once and I—I don’t want to mess this up either. So please, if you’re bothered—tell me. I want to know. I want to ease any of your worries now because I wasn’t able to do that before.”

Jungkook speaks so softly that you may have missed the sincerity and desperation laced in his tone, the hushed utterance of his truth that only you were meant to hear. He looks at you so tenderly, so authentically that you feel your heart constrict both in want and guilt. The reassuring grasp of one hand on your hip while the other rests under your chin forces you to acknowledge his sincerity—his want, and most importantly; him.

He notices it before you do, and his thumb wipes under your eyes when you feel the first teardrop. Your face morphs into a wide-eyed expression when you quickly swipe under your eyes to erase the evidence of your heart worn on your face. But Jungkook doesn’t allow you to get far, and he uses his strength to stop your wrists—forcing you to peer up at him with red-rimmed and freshly-swollen eyes.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs.

“Jungkook—” you protest, pushing his hands away but it only makes him clutch you tighter.

“Don’t,” he says firmly, “It’s okay. Just cry if you have to.”

Your face crumbles because Jungkook can be both strict but earnest at the same time. It was conflicting for you not because you didn’t know how you felt but because you cared too much about the prying eyes of others. Even now, when Jungkook only looks at you—your mind strays to the people that talk, to the people that stare and wonder. And you hate it.

“We’re in public, Jungkook,” you say softly through a shaky breath.

You put some distance between the two of you by taking a step back, and Jungkook notices. Of course, he does, especially when space he once felt warmth turns cold. He frowns because he would rather hold you close—show the world and everyone that he loved you. But your eyes stray away, darting everywhere but his face.

“I don’t care,” he huffs, “I want you.”

And no matter how many times he says it, the pessimistic side of you nags at your heart to keep it safe. To keep things under wraps so that you could avoid wandering or curious gaze; especially when anyone could see or say anything.

“I know,” you tell him.

Jungkook scoffs and your eyes shoot up when you realise that Jungkook’s annoyed. The tick in his jaw tells you enough, especially when he takes a step back—placing that distance between the two of you. It sucks when you’re on the receiving end of such coldness and you can’t imagine how Jungkook felt when you pushed him away.

“Do you?” He exasperates, “I’m patient. I am. I’ll wait for you; I told you that and I meant it,” he frowns, “But I just want to hold you. I wanted this for the longest of times and I don’t care where we are in this world because that’ll never make me stop wanting you. I want you when we’re apart, I want you when we’re together and I want you now. When will that be enough?”

Jungkook takes your breath away again, but for different reasons. This time, he sounds tired—desperate, almost. He rubs his hands across his face in frustration and you can tell he’s trying his best to level his breathing. You stand there silent, lips pursed as you mull over his words.

“It is enough,” you tell him, eyes peering up on your own; but this time Jungkook isn’t looking at you and it makes your heart clench. His eyebrows are furrowed and the only thing you can catch a glimpse of is the side of his face. “I just … people talk, Jungkook. I know you’re used to that but I’m not. I don’t like it when people are in my business.”

He scoffs, “And now it’s other people that are standing in between us?” Your eyes narrow at him but the clench of his jaw tells you that he’s not stepping down either, “I am, I’m used to people talking about me whether it be good or bad. And I know you don’t like it—I know,” he exasperates, “But when will we just be enough of a reason for you to take that leap of faith?”

“It’s not that easy—”

“Of course it isn’t!” He exclaims, “I’m not saying it is. I know I fucked up and it made things more complicated than they should be but I’m here now and I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to wait for you because I want to prove myself to you. But if all it takes is just people’s words to get in between us then I don’t know if it even matters anymore.”

You recoil at his words, eyes widening when he finally looks down at you. Jungkook doesn’t look angry. He looks tired, and he sounds tired. Your heart hurts because you don’t know how he feels when all this while you were within arms reaches but not quite. You had the reassurance from Jungkook and your friends that he wanted you—but somehow you couldn’t quite believe it. Was it your fault that you felt this way? Why did you feel this way?

“Jungkook …” you reach out to grab his arm, and he doesn’t push you away. But he doesn’t make an effort to hold your hand like he usually would and it made your stomach drop.

“I love you,” he whispers, “I can shout it on rooftops and announce it to the world if that’ll make you believe me. But when will my love be enough?”

“I want you too, Jungkook,” you reply, squeezing his arm tighter.

“Do you?” He sighs, “It’s hard for me too,” he says as his eyes flutter shut, “I can wait. But it hurts. It hurts because if you really wanted me then that’s all that should matter.”

“Wait, Jungkook—” you reach out to him when he pulls away from you and you feel your heart drop when he doesn’t look at you.

Maybe it was an act of desperation, or your mind telling you to not lose a good thing due to your rumination—but you use all the strength you have to tug him back to you because you couldn’t have Jungkook walk away from you. Not now, when your heart tells you to stop being afraid, to stop being stubborn.

“I need—” he begins with a sigh, but your eyebrows are furrowed in determination when you loop your arms around his neck to tug him down to your level.

And you kiss him.

You think it’s the first time that you’ve initiated a kiss, even when the two of you were messing around. It’d always been Jungkook who took the first step, an exception was your last interaction at your apartment. But if you looked harder, even through the hurt, Jungkook reached out first. Granted, it was never in the way that you wanted—but he always took the first leap, for you and the both of you.

When you kiss him, you feel him freeze under your hold, even when you press your lips harder against his. You don’t think about the consequences, you don’t think about your friends who are likely witnessing your first public display of affection with Jungkook, and you definitely don’t think about the way that the rest of his football teammates gawk at the two of you.

It feels scary—but right. And that’s all that should’ve mattered.

When you pull away, you’re breathing heavy, peering your eyes up to Jungkook who’s stunned to silence with a gape in his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt.

You briefly see from the corner of your eye the way that Yena is squeezing Yoongi’s arm who looks as surprised as the boy in front of you. You even see Namjoon, with a hint of a smile on his face even as he looks away. Your heart clenches in guilt, but you’ve spent far too long hurting yourself and Jungkook.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you into this,” Jungkook whispers, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

“You … you didn’t,” you assure him with a small smile before you nibble on your lips. “You’re right. This—us—it should’ve been enough for me.” You tell him as he observes you with gentle eyes, “And it is. It’s always been but I’ve always been afraid and honestly? I still am. I’m terrified because this is new for me and I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I know,” he murmurs, pulling you closer as your arms still rest loosely around his neck, “I’m scared too. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

You turn a pretty shade of red when you duck your head to avoid his fond gaze. He chuckles when you do so, endeared by your embarrassment even if you were the one that reached out first—to proclaim your affection with your kiss.

But some moments don’t last forever, and they’re not meant to. So when a third party interjects and snaps you out of your little bubble with Jungkook, you freeze.

“You sure she isn’t a two-timer, Jeon?” Jeonghan, who you briefly remember seeing at some of the football games, interjects with a raised brow as he leans on the railings of the bleachers.

You still, immediately loosening your grip around Jungkook’s neck and he realises your hesitancy—sees the fear that erupts just when you found the courage to take that first step.

“What?” You whisper.

Jungkook shoots his teammate a blazing glare that you don’t catch because you’re too busy avoiding his gaze, the attention causing the heat to rise on your cheeks and the sweat to accumulate by your hairline and on your body.

“Dude—it’s not worth it,” he snorts, “What next? She sleeps her way through the entire team?”

Your face drops, and Jungkook finally lets go of you. Your eyes widen because you think for a second that he believes his teammate, that Jeonghan has managed to somehow lure his way into the depths of Jungkook’s mind to plant that seed of doubt within his already muddled mind.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jungkook asks with a menacing glare.

You’re frozen, but Namjoon is quickly at your side—concern etched on his face after Yena noticed the tension arising from your corner. Jimin and Taehyung are right behind him, observing the situation as they see Jungkook’s chest heaving when he stares his teammate down.

“I’m just saying,” Jeonghan shrugs, shooting you a knowing glance, “Wasn’t she fucking captain?”

“Jeonghan,” Namjoon intervenes, voice stern.

“What?” He raises his hand in defence, “Weren’t you about to ask her out?”

You hate this. You hate the attention and hate how he speaks about you as if you weren’t standing there—mortified. You especially hate the way that the rest of the team filters where the tension begins to escalate. They’re curious, for sure—at how their captain and their best player is suddenly caught in this dilemma with Jeonghan as the instigator.

“That has nothing to do with you,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at him in response.

Jeonghan snorts, “Um. It kind of does. You bailed on us for her,” Jeonghan states pointedly, “And now she’s locking lips with the golden boy here. She played you, man.”

Before Namjoon can respond, Jungkook takes a threatening step towards Jeonghan as he basically towers over him. Your hair stands on your arms as you can more or less tell where this is going, especially with the way that Jungkook’s fists clench by his sides.

“Jungkook—” you squeak, hands reaching out to rest on his shoulder.

You snap out of it, purely because you know that Jungkook’s pissed. His ears are red and his jaw is clenched, and you don’t want to know what’ll happen if you remained stagnant any longer.

“Stay out of this,” he snaps.

You blink, and even Namjoon looks taken aback. Jimin has concern written all over his features as he steps forward, likely attempting to mitigate the situation.

“Jungkook, don’t be stupid,” Jimin berates.

Jungkook turns around and all you see behind his usual doe-eyed gaze is now a fire that burns and is threatening to blaze anything in its way. And right now, Jungkook’s glaring at Jimin like he’s a rock in his journey.

“You’re going to let him say that shit about her?” Jungkook snaps.

“What’s fighting him going to do?” Jimin exasperates, eyebrows furrowed, “Don’t dig yourself a deeper hole and calm the fuck down. We have a game in two weeks and starting something now won’t do any of us good.” He raises his voice towards the end as he glares at every single person who has so happened to crowd around the lot of you to see what was happening, “Did you not hear what I said? Mind your own fucking business!”

The rest of the team murmurs amongst themselves, not before shooting you a disparaging glance that makes you feel uneasy. You look away because that’s the best you could do, fingers resting limply by your sides while you shift behind Jimin as if he was able to protect you from the wandering stares.

It was your exact fear, and somehow fate seems to hate you with the way your dream-like state with Jungkook is immediately ruined with your fears being proven.

Taehyung and Yena are by your side, looking at you with worry as you avoid their gaze. Your mind is louder, though you catch the lecture that Jungkook’s getting from Jimin for almost fighting Jeonghan. Even if nothing happened—the indents of Jungkook’s fingernails on his palm proves enough of what could happen if it weren’t for Jimin, or Namjoon, intervening.

“God, he’s such a fucking asshole,” Yena grumbles, pulling you to her side as she rubs your shoulder soothingly.

You say nothing, and you briefly see Yoongi walking over; offering you an apologetic glance that you mildly acknowledge.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks softly.

You sigh, fiddling with your fingers as you look over your shoulders to see Jungkook already staring at you.

“I want to be,” you reply, “But I fucked things up.”

Yena frowns, “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true,” you exasperate, “If I hadn’t led Namjoon on or—if I just didn’t … if I just didn’t feel the way I did for Jungkook then—”

“And then what?” Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your rambling as you turn around to see him furrowing his brows at you.

“Jungkook—” you reach out to him, again. He only flinches in response.

“If you didn’t feel the way you did for me and then what?” He whispers voice frustrated, “Then you’d get to protect yourself?”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung says sternly, eyes warning.

He pays him no mind, however, as you continue to blink up at him.

“That’s not what I meant,” you defend.

“What do you mean, then?” Jungkook snaps, “Because five minutes ago we had this exact same conversation—and then you kissed me—and now it’s like we’re back to square one. So what do you actually mean because I can’t keep trying to come up with my own answers!”

“That’s what I mean, Jungkook!” you frown, gesturing your arms wildly towards the team who’s all grouped together a good distance from where you were, “That. People talking. God, I want you too but I can’t live with the constant hypotheticals of people wondering how the fuck you could ever be with someone that apparently slept with your captain.”

“I don’t care about what people say!” He says vehemently, stepping closer to you.

The rest of your friends observe silently as they all exchange looks, shifting away to give you some privacy. You were so confused, and tired—and you didn’t even care if you were in public anymore and that people could see the argument brewing between you and Jungkook.

“I know you don’t,” you snap, “But not everything is about how you feel, Jungkook. You can live your life because everyone’s going to be pointing figures at me. Not you. It’s because it’s my name that’s being thrown around like I’m some—like I’m some whore who can’t keep her legs closed and—”

“Don’t fucking say that,” Jungkook snarls.

“—it’s what people are saying!” You cry, “Jungkook. Just a month ago you were with Jennie and I was somehow with Namjoon. What … what will people think?”

“So that’s what you’re afraid of?” He laughs dryly.

“What—?”

“You’re afraid because of what other people may think?” He repeats your words back to you, standing closer as you shift back, eyes avoiding his heavy gaze.

“I’m scared of a lot of things, Jungkook,” you say softly.

“I want to be there for you,” he tells you, voice softer than the previous harsh tone he took, “Me risking my position on this team just now? Yeah, that’s what I would do to protect you. I know people will talk and I know it sucks because your name is thrown in the loop—but you have me. You have Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Yena. We all would do anything to protect you so why are you still so afraid?”

Jungkook’s beginning to sound more desperate, especially with the way he’s somehow clutching on your elbows as if you’d slip away.

“I”—what were you afraid of? You seemed to have all the answers earlier, and even after Jungkook’s pleas, you find yourself hesitating. The anxiety of people looking at the two of you and wondering how the hell could it work—or whether or not you were set on breaking Jungkook’s heart; and vice versa. You remember the names of people who’s ever questioned your friendship and if there was something more. You remember Sana, harmlessly saying that it seemed impossible for the two of you to be together.

The entire time, fear plagues your mind, and you can’t give Jungkook an answer because it’s more than just people. It was you. It was you being terrified that you weren’t enough and that he’d see how imperfect you were compared to the girl he thinks he loves. You weren’t the smart, independent girl that participated in every club on campus. You were … small. You were fragile and weak, and insecure.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he says defeatedly, resting his forehead on the crown of your head.

Your heart drops.

“Please don’t say that,” you croak.

You feel the lump in your throat grow, and when you look up—you see a pained expression painting Jungkook’s face.

“I don’t want to say that,” he whispers right before he reaches up to clutch your face in his hands, “But I think I need to.”

“You don’t!” You cry, your own arms reaching out to clutch at the collar of the fresh shirt he’s managed to throw on.

“This doesn’t change the fact that I love you,” he reminds you gently.

You hate that you’re crying. The hot, wet tears that flow down your cheeks is a reminder of your vulnerability. Of how much control Jungkook has over your feelings.

“Why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me,” you cry.

He smiles, soft and half-hearted as he pulls you into a hug.

“We aren’t together,” he reminds you. Your heart clenches because you could’ve been.

“I …” you want to say that you could be. You want to tell him that you want him. And you do. But your mouth doesn’t move when all you can hear is sobs escaping you.

“Think about it, okay?” He murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face so that you wouldn’t end up crying all over the strands of hair uncomfortably, “If you … if you’re still afraid. That’s okay. We can be friends, and I can pretend like this never happened. I’ll always respect your decision.”

“But …”

He shushes you gently, wiping at your tears.

“I told you. I’ll wait for you—but I can only do that if you want me to,” he says sadly, “I love you. I do. I spent the past seven years of my life loving you, but I need to know if you feel the same.”

“I do!” You immediately respond, eyes wide.

He shakes his head with a small laugh, “You may love me. But love isn’t always enough.”

His words are heartbreaking, and you feel yourself crumble all over again. But your mind isn’t clear and you’re overwhelmed with emotion. Jungkook’s still looking at you gently like he always had. But it seems different.

“Let me take you home first, yeah?” He whispers.

You stop his movements when he reaches out to pick at your belongings as you grab a hold of his hand.

He turns to look at you with a raised brow and you notice how tired and sunken his eyes look. Your heart clenches for the millionth time and you just want to—

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s funny that you’re the one asking that question. When weeks ago it was him in that same position. You realise how vulnerable Jungkook must’ve felt when he posed you with the same question because you feel the exact same. You feel like your heart is on the floor, exposed to everyone as they examine the ins and outs of your feelings.

Jungkook looks at you softly, before pulling you to his chest and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

And like always, Jungkook can’t say no to you.

a/n:

hi babes!!!! new chapter is up and oc and jk are :-(

im sorry for the angst!!!!! but things aren't always great between the two 🥺

i hope you enjoyed this chapter even tho yall may be cursing at me rn 🤣 but i do hope that you see oc's internal struggles with accepting everything and pursuing a potential relationship w jk despite her 'obvious' feelings towards him

as always, let me know what you think in my asks!!! love you all - and have a lovely day ahead of you ❤️

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Deceitful Curse

Word Count: 10K

Warnings: non-con, stalking, obsession, mild blood, chikan, gaslighting, manipulation, humiliation, degradation, misogyny, exhibitionism

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As promised, this will be a gift fic for my lovely friend @lyrrotting​ , I promise I will write your four armed Sukuna fic soon to make up for this shitty fic lol <3 

It was said that most people had an angel sitting on their right shoulder and a devil sitting on their left shoulder, the two bickered into the person’s ears about many things. While the devil would try to tempt the person, the angel would become the sound of conscience.

However, Yuuji only had the King of Curses whispering in his ear and he himself had to be the voice of conscience within his own mind.

Certainly, there would be a time he would be tempted to listen.

~~~

Life was good, Yuuji had already graduated over a year ago and gotten his sorcerer license to work until his inevitable execution.

Life was good, everyone had moved on with their lives. Inumaki had gotten a girlfriend, Fushiguro had a girlfriend and from what he heard, Maki and Kugisaki were dating each other.

Life was good, they were all happy.

Life was good, everyone else was happy.

~~~

There was a new coffee shop that had opened just two blocks down from where he lived. Naturally, Yuuji wanted to check it out for the sole purpose of seeing how big the place was. When he invited his friends over to his place and if they ever stayed the night, he wanted to have a place he could take them to for a brunch or a cup of coffee.

Unfortunately for him, the place was small. There were barely a dozen tables and nobody seemingly wanted to sit at the cramped coffee shop when they could walk to the nearby park to enjoy their coffee.

The place was crowded due to rush hour so he returned a couple of hours later to finally order something.

As soon as he walked inside, the sugary smell of the sweets and the strong aroma of the coffee surrounded him.

“Welcome!” said a cheerful voice. It was you, beaming at him with the brightest smile he had ever seen on anyone. It looked too genuine to be a fake service worker's smile.

He hesitantly walked up to the counter with a blush coloring his cheeks from the intensity of your smile that was aimed towards him. “Hi,” he said before lifting his eyes up to the menu displays. “Ah.” He had no idea what to get. “Takeaway, I think, and ahh… Um…”

As if you noticed his struggle, you started talking. “If you like sweets I’d recommend my special summer drink. If you like coffee, I can give you the best brew in the whole city. It isn't strong but the aroma actually tastes like fresh coffee beans, I roast them fresh every day.” You were so bright, still smiling. Didn’t your cheeks hurt? How could anyone be this sweet? “Or I can choose a drink for you! Trust me, I’ll make it count!”

He understood none of the things you were saying but he felt like he could trust you to choose a drink for him, so he nodded approvingly.

Clapping your hands together, you walked behind the coffee machine and disappeared from his view. “You live around here?”

Yuuji was caught off guard and didn’t realize you were talking to him for a while until you repeated your question. “Ah, yes! I live around the corner.”

“I’ll do my best to impress you so you’ll buy coffee from here every day.” Your tone wasn’t flirty. It was friendly and inviting, actually welcoming.

“That’s a good business tactic,” he said, matching your tone. “But I’m not that easy to impress.”

“Isn’t my prices enough to impress you? They’re rather cheap for the service you get and I’m not even talking about the quality of my products.” You reappeared with a plastic coffee mug, it had ice and apparently black coffee in it. You poured some sort of golden cream over the coffee on the counter where he could see it.

Like hypnotized, Yuuji watched with his mouth wide open as the two colors mixed in a gradient effect in his drink before you put a lid on it.

“Was that good enough?” you asked, proudly. “To impress you I mean.”

“Y-yeah.” He reached and took the drink you set on the counter. He was carefully examining the colors in awe when he abruptly realized that he hadn’t even paid yet. Hastily he dug his hand in his pocket and took out his wallet, “I’ll come here more often I think if I like the drink of course.”

“Hmm, you’ll like it so I’m not worried.” You smiled as he paid with his credit card. “See you later…” Furrowing your burrows, you looked at him so he would fill in.

“Itadori,” he introduced himself, blushing. “Yuuji Itadori.”

“(name),” you said, offering a cute smile. “Have a nice day, Itadori.”

“Y-you too.” He waved awkwardly and you did the same with a giggle. It was clear that he was a little overwhelmed.

By the time Yuuji exited the shop, he hadn’t realized how hard he was blushing or how he had forgotten to even try his drink. Then he blushed even harder realizing how embarrassing he acted back in the shop but he shook his head to get over those thoughts.

Decidedly, he took a sip from his coffee and immediately understood why you were so confident that he would be back to buy more.

~~~

The next day, it wasn’t exactly the incredible coffee you had sold him yesterday that brought him here.

It was you.

He was trying to convince himself that wasn’t the case though.

However, Sukuna knew the truth.

~~~

“Being single sucks!” Yuuji complained with a whine after slamming his empty glass on the table.

“You should try those dating apps if you really want a girlfriend,” Fushiguro replied and flicked the ash off his cigarette on the ashtray.

“I agree, Itadori, if you really are determined to be in a relationship then you should try meeting new people.” Yuuta fanned the smoke Fushiguro blew towards him away using his hand with a forced smile.

Inumaki nodded in agreement, continuing to munch on the salted crackers and avoiding drinking.

“It’s easy for all of you with pretty girlfriends to say!” Panda cried, “It’s only me and Itadori who’s single.” He wrapped his big arms around Yuuji and started rocking back and forth.

“You can always book a flight to China to meet with a female Panda?” Yuuji said in a confused tone, “Or the zoo?”

Panda froze and loosened his arms around Yuuji before pushing him away from himself. “That was rude.”

“Huh?” Yuuji raised a brow, still confused.

“His type is more… humane, I think.” Yuuta scratched at his cheeks and raised his brows, hoping that Panda would deny what he just said but he didn’t.

“Wait.” Yuuji’s eyes widened, “So, you’re telling me that it would actually work between you and a human, or is it-”

“Itadori,” Fushiguro said to stop Yuuji from delving deeper into the uncomfortable topic. “Leave Panda’s love life alone.”

“Hmm, why did you bring up the topic of wanting to get a girlfriend?” Yuuta asked, humming thoughtfully. “Do you have someone you like?”

“Deja vu,” Panda mumbled under his breath, nobody heard him.

As soon as the question was asked to him, Yuuji thought of one single person; you. The image of your smile and your cheerful voice. It was just a simple crush, the two of you were total strangers. Yet, he was still thinking about you right now and couldn’t get you out of his mind.

He suppressed all of those thoughts and noticed how everyone was looking at him, waiting for his answer.

“No, I don’t,” Yuuji replied.

~~~

Unlike Sukuna, Yuuji was an inexperienced young man. He was a celibate too. Which meant that to him, sexual desires had to come after love. The feelings of love and affection were important when it came to sex. Having sex was an act of love and a form of affection, to prove to the person he was involved with that he was devoting himself to them.

Pathetic.

The kid had already grown up to be an adult but still had the mentality of a child.

Sukuna knew he could help.

~~~

“You’re coming here more often now,” Sukuna pointed out. “Is it because you know the server likes you?”

“No, she doesn’t like me,” Yuuji deadpanned. He pouted cutely seconds later and watched you walk over to his table holding a tray with his drink on it with a bright smile. “I’m here only because this place makes the best coffee.”

“Here you go,” you chirped, putting Yuuji’s drink on the table. Your friendly smile and gorgeous eyes wandered on his face for a moment longer than usual. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thank you.” He was blushing.

You flashed him another stunning smile before turning around on your heels.

“She’s into you,” Sukuna declared.

Yuuji ignored Sukuna’s words and stared after you as you walked back to the counter to take another order. His eyes couldn’t leave the way your hips moved with each step you took.

Sukuna’s lips on Yuuji’s hand grinned before disappearing.

~~~

“The girl looks like her,” Sukuna said.

“Will you be quiet?” Yuuji groaned and slapped his cheek so he would go away.

It was silent, he smiled to himself. Finally, he had some privacy.

The porn actress spread her legs and Yuuji wrapped his left hand around his cock after licking his palm as he was holding his phone with his right. He slid his fist up along his length and squeezed tightly towards the tip. The pressure felt the best when he applied it to the sensitive tip.

Loud moans coming from the actress filled his apartment since he hadn’t bothered to put on headphones. Not that he needed them when he was living alone but it was a habit now. So, he lowered the volume.

However, there was another reason why he didn’t need to hear the moans of the actress.

“She doesn’t sound like her, does she?” Sukuna made fun of him.

Yuuji ignored him and didn’t bother to tell him that it wasn’t the case. He just needed to cum and go to bed, that was it. He was too used to Sukuna interrupting his self-care time at this point and if the King of Curses didn’t mind watching a guy jerk off to some cheap porn, so be it. They were sharing Yuuji’s body and mind. Or not?

Yuuji focused on the video as the girl bent over and started fingering herself in an awkward position. His hand around his cock started moving to match the way her fingers went in and out of her cunt.

She really looked like you.

Wasn’t that why he had chosen this video?

Nevermind. Forget about it.

He had read or heard somewhere that masturbating with the non-dominant hand could give more pleasure. It was something he had done when he was only a teenager to try it out but now he liked to use his left hand.

It felt different, sometimes his hand went numb and it felt like someone else was touching him. You were touching him.

You.

This had to be how a handjob felt, if you ever gave him a handjob it would definitely feel like this.

Yuuji dropped the phone and closed his eyes, only focusing on his fantasies about you while jerking himself off. His hand moved faster while his hips were desperately thrusting up as if to mimic fucking you.

You would tease him, wouldn’t you? Stare at him with a grin, edge him and even slow down just to make him whine.

Or perhaps you would get rid of your clothes hurriedly to ease yourself down on his cock. Were you a virgin? You would be his first, he would want you to be your first too.

Were you the type to whimper or moan during sex?

Where would you place your hands?

Would you move your hips?

Which position would make you lose yourself?

He would want to be on top, so he could watch your face and kiss you.

What kind of face would you make?

Would you be blushing and moaning?

The image of your eyes overflowing with tears while your face was being stained with the same tears and your ruined makeup appeared within his mind.

Yuuji abruptly came harder than he ever had in his whole life and his seed landed on his stomach, his orgasm left his legs shaking in pleasure.

~~~

He didn’t go to the coffee shop the day after from embarrassment.

~~~

“You weren’t here yesterday,” you remarked while making his drink. “I was sure you were going to be here after I made you my new drink on the menu.”

“Ahh, I was just busy and didn’t have time to swing by.” It was a simple lie and it wasn’t like he could ever tell you that he was scared of himself after he came to his fantasy of seeing you cry. “I didn’t think you’d miss me this much.”

“Well, you’re my only loyal customer,” you pouted and put his drink on the counter. Nobody else was in the shop, another coffee place had opened just around the corner. “You always drink my special brew coffee too. It’s like an honor to me that you like my coffee.”

“It’s the best coffee I’ve ever had,” his reply was instantaneous and honest. “I like this place, I can tell how much love you put into making your drinks and it feels cozy here.”

You were grinning, “Mm, tell me more. Praise me more. What else?”

He started smirking but his blush ruined the smug face he was making. “Never mind, you’re weirding me out.”

“Hey! I was just asking you what else you like about my place! What’s weird about wanting to know how I can make this place better?” you feigned anger.

He wanted to tell you that he was only coming here for you. Wait, no. He came here for the coffee. Nothing else.

“What about making new drinks every week? They’d sell more and you’d get to try out new things?” he said after careful thinking.

“That’s actually a good idea, thank you, Itadori!”

Ahh, the way you said his name… Yuuji wanted to hear you say his name again and again. Over and over again.

“It’s nothing,” he replied, rubbing his neck nervously with his hand. “I’m just trying to help.”

~~~

It started with small words of encouragement.

“That woman likes you, I can tell from the way she smiles at you. Talk to her more and befriend her.”

“It’s not like you to say nice things,” Yuuji said, averting his gaze from yours in embarrassment when you looked his way. He hoped you hadn’t caught him looking. “Besides, she’s just a server. It’s her job to attract customers with a smile and sweet talk.”

“Every server needs a master,” Sukuna spoke through Yuuji’s hand. Nobody could see him since the guy had his hand pressed against his ear. “She doesn’t look at you the same way she looks at the other peasants here.”

Yuuji didn’t say anything.

~~~

His finger hovered over the follow button.

”That’s her?” Sukuna asked, his ancient soul was getting used to the technology he saw his vessel was using. “Those are her pictures?”

“Yeah.” Yuuji gulped, nodding languidly. It would be weird if he followed you, right? He had found your account by chance. Not because he found the account of your coffee shop and then scrolled through the following list to find a friend of yours and then searched through their following list to find your name to eventually find your account. Only by chance.

“She looks different in the pictures.” Sukuna was right. You were smiling as usual but you weren’t wearing your cafe uniform. You were wearing normal clothes. Clothes that revealed more of your skin, your shoulders, legs, thighs, and in some pictures your cleavage. There was a smug look on your face when you were looking at the camera as if you knew whoever was looking at these pictures was admiring your beauty.

“Yeah, she does.” He was now looking at a picture of you in a dress that fit you just right, showing your curves he hadn’t noticed in your uniform.

“She’s beautiful.” Sukuna could sense the intensity of his vessel’s stare at your picture.

“Yeah.”

“I’d save that picture if I were you.” Sukuna grinned.

Yuuji took a screenshot.

~~~

“You should be more assertive if you want her to consider you as a man,” Sukuna said as Yuuji was walking towards the coffee shop. “Women like confident men.”

“You come from the ancient times, this is the new age. Women are equal with men and I want her to feel-”

“Women want men. Not boys. Definitely not brats like you.” Sukuna disappeared when his vessel entered the coffee shop.

Yuuji sighed in a dismissive manner, “Whatever you say.”

~~~

Women want men.

~~~

“What do women like in a man?” Yuuji asked.

The happy laughter of the guys died out as soon as he asked that and the loud chatter of the other people inside the bar couldn’t fill the dead silence Yuuji created.

They were all looking at each other around the table now. Nobody wanted to talk.

“I guess they like guys who are assertive,” Yuuta responded when no one else did. “Megumi, why don’t you say something? What does your girlfriend like about you?”

Fushiguro was inanimate as he stubbed out his cigarette on the ashtray and took a long moment to consider what he was going to say. “She said that likes that I’m possessive and get jealous when she talks to other guys.”

“Hmm, possessive and jealous...” Yuuta nodded and then turned to Inumaki. “And your girlfriend liked that she can depend on you, right?”

“Salmon.”

“There you have it,” Yuuta concluded. “They like possessive guys who they can depend on!”

“What about you, Okkotsu?” Yuuji asked. “What does your girlfriend like about you?”

The person in question looked a little lost and taken aback that he was being asked. He had to take a deep breath to keep his facial expressions normal. “She likes that I take control.”

“How?” Yuuji was desperate.

“Isn’t that a bit invasive question, Itadori?” Fushiguro warned in a soft tone.

“It’s not invasive at all!” Yuuta forced a laugh and spoke in the same joking manner. “It means that I was a little pushy and bold, I think?”

Both Fushiguro and Inumaki started agreeing.

“I see.” Yuuji realized that Sukuna was right.

~~~

“Isn’t that her picture?”

Yuuji ignored him and continued rubbing his cock.

His hand started moving faster, his eyes were trained on the picture of you, eyes roaming on your body and imagining how it would feel to run his hands along your curves.

“She looks like she’d love taking it from her ass.”

“Shut up, she’s not like that!” he immediately protested. His cheeks were bright red from shame. He had never done it to the pictures of the people he had met. Only celebrities. It didn’t feel right.

“She’s a woman. I know what women want and like.” Sukuna was confident. “I know exactly what she wants, unlike you.”

Yuuji tried blocking out the curse’s voice in his head and tightened his grip as well as his pace. He was imagining you again, eyes full of tears and you were twisting your body to push him weakly away with your tiny hands as he took you from behind.

Thanks to that fantasy, he came in an instant.

~~~

Yuuji was a good guy.

He was sacrificing his life to save others every day and he was going to be executed for the sake of saving humanity from the curses.

He could never be the bad guy.

~~~

“Welcome,” you chirped as soon as he walked through the door. “The usual?”

Yuuji awkwardly smiled and bowed his head to greet you. “Y-yeah.”

“Had a good day?” Turning around, you walked away from the counter to reach the coffee machine, disappearing from his view.

Yuuji made his way towards the counter and tried recalling how his day had been. He had exorcised a couple of curses and even got the opportunity to catch up with Fushiguro and his girlfriend when they ran into each other downtown. To put it simply, his day had been the worst. “It was a good day, how was yours?”

Dumb.

You were only making small talk because he was a regular here, nothing more. He knew people who worked in small coffee shops like this were always friendly to attract customers, to give a sense of home to people who come here for a drink or the tasty sweets. It was a marketing strategy.

“My day was tiring. I took your advice and put a new drink on the menu but apparently, it’s really good because everyone wanted to try it. However, the thing is… it’s so hard to make it!!” You appeared in front of him again with his drink and pointed behind you, at the menu displays. “I ran out of strawberries twice and had to call to ask my friend to go buy some from the store for me.”

“Woah, that sounds really exhausting!” he said in a tone to match your own while you were making a cutesy pouting face. “Hmm.” There was a momentary pause as he took his coffee from you and grinned. “I changed my mind, I also want to try this incredibly hard-to-make drink too.”

Your shoulders slacked and you gave an exaggerated sigh. “I thought you of all people would pity me…”

“I’m known for being ruthless,” he joked, chuckling. The smile on his face was genuine and he couldn’t stop smiling, it was as if he could never be in a bad mood around you. “But yes, I was joking. No need to call a friend to buy more strawberries or anything.”

You pointed a finger at him with mock threat and anger. “Don’t make fun of me or I won’t serve you again.”

“That’s better than threatening to spit in my coffee.” He tilted his head and shrugged.

“You said it as if I don’t do it all the time.” You raised a brow.

Both of you laughed but once the joke died out, there was an awkward silence.

“Anyway,” you said, gesturing towards one of the tables you clearly had wiped and cleaned because you were getting ready to close the place. “You can take a seat there if you wanna, I sadly have to finish up cleaning.”

When he looked around he could see that there was a mop you were planning to use. He didn’t want to disturb you any longer. It would be weird if he sat down when you were desperately trying to close the shop for the night.

It was rude and you were only being polite to him.

“I’ll drink this on the way home,” Yuuji replied with a nervous grin, and the tension from your shoulders visibly relaxed.

“Have a good evening!” you chirped after him as he turned around his heels.

“You too!” He exited the shop.

“Coward,” Sukuna spat.

“Please, be quiet.” Not again. Not this devil again.

“You could’ve fucked her against that counter. She was all over you, begging for you to make a move.” There was an undeniable smile in his voice.

“Be quiet, will you?” No. You were just an innocent girl. Someone who was nice to him because he came to buy coffee. He was just a customer.

“You, brat, are going to die as a celibate if you keep this up. Have you ever stick it inside a woman before? Do you have any idea of how heavenly a woman’s warmth is? The way they squirm and moan under you as they give you the look of an angel’s and beg for you to take it slow, cling onto you with tiny little hands-”

“Shut up!” Yuuji slammed the coffee on the concrete ground, his chest heaving in anger and frustration.

Some passersby stared at him and walked further away from where he was standing.

Sukuna disappeared with a smile.

Yuuji took a deep breath to calm himself.

~~~

The bells over the wooden door chimed, announcing his arrival.

“Hi!” you quickly yelled and appeared by the counter, your smile widened when you realized it was Yuuji. “The usual?”

“You don’t need to ask,” he replied, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He felt like himself in here, he felt at home.

“Did you have a good day?” you asked before disappearing behind the coffee machine.

“It was a bad day until I came here,” he said lumberingly, his cheeks flushed from nervousness. He was terrible at flirting.

You laughed, he couldn’t see your reaction but you sounded happy when you spoke. “Ahh, I’m glad I’m able to make you happy! It brings me joy when I manage to help others have a good day in one way or another!”

So kind and selfless.

The two of you were a perfect match.

Seconds later you were standing in front of him with his drink on top of the counter. “I hope you’ll have a great rest of the night, Itadori! I’m glad my coffee was able to help you feel better.”

He opened his mouth to say that it wasn’t the coffee that made him happy but he closed it when he realized how weird it would sound. “Thank you.”

~~~

“I like you and I think we should hang out sometime,” he said, smiling awkwardly. Seconds of silence passed and he slapped a hand on his face in embarrassment. After taking a deep breath he tried again. “Do you wanna go out for dinner this weekend?”

“You are acting like a brat,” Sukuna mocked. “Go up to her and tell her you to want to make her yours like a real man.”

Yuuji ignored him while staring at his reflection in the mirror and groaned. He hated when Sukuna said things that made sense.

His clothes were ironed and his hair was slicked back with the hair gel he had bought in a rush.

“You look pathetic.” Brutally honest, Sukuna’s voice had a tone of embarrassment in it. He was ashamed of living inside him.

“I look good.” Yuuji wasn’t going to let him ruin this moment. He was going to prove to everyone else that he could get the girl if he acted like himself. There was no need to be pretending something he wasn’t when it came to you. He knew you would want him to be honest.

“She’s going to reject you, brat. Don’t ridicule yourself and take my advice.”

“What’s your advice?” Yuuji scoffed, “Manhandle her?”

“You’re feeling the instinct of mating and lust,” Sukuna said. “You want to fuck her, you don’t want to make love to her or whatever the humans call it.”

“What?” Yuuji forced a smile on his face and laughed hysterically, “Are you even hearing what you’re saying?”

“Love isn’t real. Obsession, lust, and devotion are real though. You want to breed her. Don’t mix up libido with what peasants would call love.”

There was a grim pause.

“I like her,” Yuuji said. “She’s pretty and she seems like a nice person. Her smile is cute and-”

“Do whatever you want, brat,” Sukuna yawned, getting ready to disappear from Yuuji’s cheek. “Try not to throw a tantrum when you get rejected.”

“You were the one who told me to go up to her and make her mine?” Frustrated, Yuuji rolled his eyes in irritation.

“Making some woman yours doesn’t mean to woo her or make love to her. Are all brats the same as you? Don’t you know that women are pleasure dolls for men? They live to please men.” Sukuna was getting serious, he raised his voice with each sentence. “Women are like fish, they don’t have feelings.”

“That’s not true.” Yuuji’s voice got a little weaker than he had intended to. “You’re wrong.” It didn’t sound like he was denying what Sukuna had said and trying to convince himself that wasn’t the truth instead.

Sukuna disappeared from his cheek with a malicious grin.

Shaking his head to gather his thoughts, Yuuji quickly walked out of his room and exited his apartment.

It took him twenty minutes to get to the coffee shop when it usually took him barely ten minutes. He had gotten flowers for you. Not really sure which ones to get, he had chosen one of the pink and red bouquets on display. He was nervous and sweating. He had to wipe his palms down on his jeans to keep them dry way too many times, he had stopped counting after the seventh time.

He stood outside of the cafe, trembling in excitement. There weren't any windows at your coffee shop thus he couldn’t see if there were any customers inside. He could only hope that it would be just the two of you alone since there was something very special he needed to tell you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

He grabbed the handle and opened the door. You were behind the counter, looking down at your phone. As soon as the bells over the door chimed you put it away and smiled, “Welcome!”

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Yuuji’s grip tightened around the bouquet he was holding, his cheeks started burning in nervousness.

“Woahh, you’re going on a date?” you asked while he walked up to the counter, your voice was as cheerful as ever. “I couldn’t recognize you, should I give you the usual?”

“Uhh, no.” He paused. When both of you stared at each other he realized how awkward and confusing his answer was. “Um, it’s not a date but I’m gonna ask the girl I like out.” His face was turning beet red.

“Aww, that’s so adorable! She’s so lucky, you’ve even bought her flowers, so cutee!!” You pressed a hand over your chest, feigning being hurt. “Ahh, my heart can’t handle it.”

“Y-yeah.” He blushed harder, shifting his weight on his feet nervously. “She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.”

“You better treat her right then and I hope she’ll say yes.” You didn't miss the eyes on you and continued smiling in discomfort. “The usual?” you asked once it started getting a little too quiet and he nodded.

The uncomfortable silence started making Yuuji reconsider what to say or if he should say them at all. You put his coffee on the counter before he could take his time thinking.

“Is that all?” you asked as you were putting his order’s total into the cash register.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

“N-no,” he replied in a quiet voice while reluctantly taking out his wallet to pay for his coffee.

“I hope you have a lovely night, Itadori. Go get the girl!” you cheered him on with a cute smile.

“Actually,” he started, looking at you with his flushed cheeks and fidgeting with his fingers. “Ahh, (name), I wanted to tell you something.”

“Hmm, what is it?” You were smiling, watching him in confusion.

Yuuji decided that he shouldn’t beat around the bush at this moment because he wanted to seem confident. He knew if he didn’t spit it out now or else he would never say it. He had to get to the point and dive in ahead without any hesitation.

“I like you.”

Lifting the bouquet, he held it up towards you as you looked at him and then at the bouquet repeatedly with wide eyes but you didn’t seem shocked.

You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again.

“I mean, you’re such a nice person and I found myself always looking forward to seeing you. I think about you all the time and I can’t get you out of my head. I used to hate it here, it’s a large city with too many people… but then you took over this shop, and now I… don’t hate it that much.”

He was saying all that with a puffed chest and a big goofy grin on his face, his cheeks were blushing as he tried not to look nervous. However, when he saw the way your smile curled down to a frown as he kept on talking, it felt like someone poured iced water down his head.

Yuuji couldn’t breathe.

“Um, that’s flattering,” you said, forcing a smile on your face and taking the bouquet from him. “Were these for me?”

“Y-yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

You nodded languidly, noticing that you were the girl he wanted to ask out. “I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you, I really appreciate it.” You couldn’t find the words that wouldn’t hurt him.

Gradually, he noticed how uncomfortable you looked and his smile disappeared from his face.

“I’m sorry but I’m not looking for a relationship, I’m really busy with working and taking care of this cafe but I appreciate your feelings.” You averted your gaze from him for a moment, a scoff left your lips. Were you laughing at him? “I apologize if my affable demeanor gave you the wrong idea but sadly I can’t return your feelings.”

He looked down to his feet to pull himself together, an icy shiver ran through him as he spoke. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

So childish.

“Of course,” you said, forcing a chuckle.

“I hope we can still be friends, I wouldn’t wanna lose you.” Yuuji was desperate, he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

“Of course!” you repeated with a louder forced chuckle. “I don’t want this to ruin our friendship!”

“Me neither.” He couldn’t lift his head or move, his body had turned to stone.

The pauses started to grow longer and eerily quiet. You were the one who spoke next.

“Thank you so much, Itadori, I’m flattered by your confession and I hope we can be close friends!” Pressing the bouquet on your chest and hugging it with both arms, you used a soft tone to talk to him. “I need to close down and catch the train home, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah…” Yuuji turned around and walked out of the cafe without saying anything else, leaving the coffee he had paid for on the counter.

“I told you, didn’t I, brat?” Sukuna mocked, voice full of mischief as he appeared on his vessel’s cheek.

“Leave me alone,” Yuuji hissed. He was walking away from the coffee shop, not going home though, not yet. He needed to calm down.

“Women want to be ordered around, brat. They want men to take control. If you act like a brat, they won’t see you as a man.”

Yuuji’s breath hitched upon hearing Sukuna’s words. His knees started feeling weaker than they ever could but he had to stand proud, assert his dominance over the King of Curses and collect himself.

It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair that he was in this situation, it wasn’t fair that he was rejected, it wasn’t fair that he was cursed to live in despair. He was eventually going to get executed and he hadn’t had a youth where he fulfilled any of his dreams. He had wanted only one thing, to feel happy with one person and that childish wish must have been too much to ask. Not only he got rejected but now he had Sukuna making fun of him.

“You must be a man and make her yours.”

“She told me she didn’t want a relationship.” Yuuji couldn’t deal with him anymore. “We’re friends.”

“Do you want a woman for yourself or not, brat?” Sukuna sighed in irritation before humming thoughtfully. “I’ll help you,” he offered generously, “I’ll help you make her yours.”

“Leave me alone, Sukuna.” Yuuji was getting angrier, and soon he started to tremble in rage.

“Let me help you to get a taste of a woman, brat.”

“She rejected me-”

“She’s just playing hard to get. A woman like her wants to be chased. She didn’t tell you to get lost because she wants you to keep coming back to her so you’ll continue to give her your attention. That girl would spread her legs for anyone who gives her attention if she wasn’t a prude. She’s a virgin, that must be why she’s acting like this. I can smell it, the blood that’s yet to bleed once her innocence is taken. You need to take it, brat.”

“You want me to rape her, is that it?” Yuuji spat, he had never thought he would say those words out loud.

“I never said that, brat.” Sukuna let out a chuckle, lying. “Let me show you what I mean.”

“I’m not letting you take over my body,” he replied coldly.

“I don’t want to take over your body, that woman is yours,” Sukuna assured.

“Then, what do you want me to do?” Yuuji asked.

Sukuna grinned viciously, “Let's go back to where she works first.”

~~~

“Itadori-”

The door closed after him with a soft click.

You let out a frustrated sigh and pressed the bouquet against your chest, hugging them tightly.

That hadn’t gone well at all.

Your eyes landed on the coffee he forgot to take with him on the counter. “I’m the worst,” mumbling, you put the flowers on the counter to prepare the cafe for closing.

You took the paper coffee mug and poured it out, the dark liquid went down the sink as you watched, hypnotized and lost in your thoughts.

That guy… He wasn’t like any other you met. He was adorable and matched your energy like no other person ever had. You enjoyed being around Itadori and you were glad he felt the same but… he knew you for less than two weeks. He was clearly confused, he had made a friend who he managed to click instantly and mistook his feelings for love.

Nonetheless, you felt terrible. It was never easy to reject someone, especially when you were so busy trying to manage the coffee shop of your dreams you finally got to open.

Itadori had to understand that. He would understand, right?

Oh, he had looked so excited and nervous. He had even slicked his messy hair back and brought flowers…

You hoped he would get over it quickly or at least, he would come to the shop tomorrow so you could comfort him. The two of you needed to talk a little more, you needed for him to know that you didn’t want to break his heart. You felt the need to apologize, ahh, so stupid. You hadn’t even done anything wrong.

It hurt though.

It still hurt.

You hated making other people feel bad. You wanted to be the reason behind their smiles and laughter, not tears.

Packing your stuff and turning off the lights, you left the shop. The door was locked two times as usual before you hurried down the street towards the subway.  

The station was packed more than usual and you immediately regretted not listening to your friend’s advice on renting that one apartment down the block. But complaining right now wasn’t going to get you home.

You hopped on the train and shielded the bouquet with your arms wrapped around it as you tried not to get crushed by the swarm of people getting on the train. Once the doors closed, you had successfully managed to find a place by the train door with a little space so you could avoid getting the bouquet crushed.

Facing the doors, you stared out the small window, it was dark but every second or another a light would zoom in and out. You weren’t sure if they were there for navigating or not but you found yourself too focused on the lights as the sudden brake of the train made you stumble forward.

When you regained your balance to stand up straight, there was someone behind you. They were a little too close but it was nothing out of the ordinary, you always found yourself being pressed against other people during rush hours in the subway.

At the next stop, the doors on the opposite side opened and another swarm of people filled the train. Now, the person behind you was trapping you between their body and the door that was in front of you.

You were showing extra carefulness to not let the bouquet get crushed, you wanted to take it home in one piece without anything happening to it. These flowers were beautiful, they smelled amazing too. You wanted to cherish them even if you hadn’t managed to cherish Itadori’s feelings.

As you were inspecting the bouquet you saw a small card that was attached to one of the flowers. You checked it and realized what it was.

It was Itadori’s phone number and a cute little heart drawn next to it with a small message.

‘I’d love to hear more of your voice and complaints about work in private!!’

You didn’t realize you were smiling at the note until something brought you out of your trance.

A voice to be exact.

“Your lover got them to you?” A husky voice asked.

Lifting your head, you stared at the small window. From the almost transparent reflection on the window, you could see that the guy behind you had talked. You couldn’t see his face from his hoodie covering his features but you could tell that he was talking to you.

“Um, not really,” you replied. It wasn’t abnormal to you that other people made small talk to you, you talked to strangers more than anyone else every day. You always overshared anyway. “They are from a close friend.”

“He must love you.” There was an undeniable smile in his voice.

You forced a chuckle, looking down in front of you. “Y-yeah.”

When the train braked abruptly, he got closer. “Touch her-” It was a whisper from the same guy, you were unable to make out the words clearly but you decided to ignore him for the rest of the ride. You needed to get off in twenty minutes and were too tired to act friendly.

That was when you felt the back of his hand brushing against your ass.

You froze, before you could call it an accident and blame it on the crowded train, he pressed the back of his hand more purposefully on the soft flesh.

Fear paralyzed your body and you found yourself at a loss of words. You didn’t know what to do, you wanted to move away but you were trapped between him and the door.

“You’re not gonna ask for help?” he asked, leaning forward to mock you.

It was too humiliating and you were unable to think of anything. Somehow, you shook your head to tell him to stop because your voice wouldn’t come out. You pressed the bouquet harder against your chest in panic, praying to whoever was listening that the guy would stop.

You heard him say something but every other voice was muffled now, it was as if your ears were filled with cotton.

The only thing you did was to hope that you could muster up the courage to push him away and get out on the next stop.

Why was this happening to you?

Why?

“See, I told you.” Sukuna scoffed as Yuuji’s entire face was beet red. “She’s not even gonna ask for help because she wants you to continue.”

Yuuji saw your blushed cheeks in the reflection in the window, you were breathing heavily and standing still.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

When Sukuna convinced him to follow you into the subway train and let him do the talking, he was conflicted because he wasn’t sure what the King of Curses wanted to prove but now, he knew.

“Women live to be conquered by men,” Sukuna concluded, “Do you understand it now or should I elaborate more?”

Yuuji was quiet.

“She’ll bend down and beg for you to fuck her right now if you continue touching her.”

You wouldn’t.

Right?

Using his whole hand, Yuuji groped your ass while trembling from dismay but he couldn’t forethought the way you reacted being anything other than screaming for help or pushing him away.

Instead of fighting back or doing anything he had thought you would, you mewled and stayed exactly where you were.

They were all right.

Fushiguro, Inumaki and Yuuta. They were all right.

Sukuna was more than right. He had been trying to help him but Yuuji was too blind to see it.

“Check her cunt, I bet she’s soaking wet.” Sukuna had said to mock his vessel. He didn’t expect for him to move his hand between your legs and under your skirt to press his fingers against your clothed pussy. Neither did you.

Letting out a squeal, you hunched forward, pressing your legs together in panic as his digits moved along your clothed slit that was completely damp.

He started rubbing his fingers between your folds, your juices soaked your panties and made sloppy sounds each time he moved his digits.

“I can hear it from here, did you wet yourself, or are you this wet for me?” Sukuna laughed audibly.

You shook your head, slouching further down and trying to move away from Yuuji’s hands.

“Women aren’t good liars,” Sukuna said as Yuuji slouched forward with you and pressed himself against your ass. “You’re aching to have a cock inside you, no?”

“Please,” you begged. You wanted him to stop.

“Oh, look, she’s asking so politely to be filled with a cock.” Sukuna made fun of your misery while watching the brat finally grow into a man.

Yuuji was sure Sukuna had taken over his body because he would never hump the girl he liked as he was fingering her over her clothes in a train. In public, he reminded himself, in a train and in public where nobody seemed to care.

His hands were moving on their own, he hooked a finger under the elastic edge of your panties to pull them to the side.

“W-wait, please,” you whispered in a weak voice, finally using a hand to grab his wrist to try to pull him away from your pussy. You weren’t strong or convincing enough though.

Yuuji slipped his fingers inside you and grinded his growing erection against your ass, earning a surprised moan out of you.

The hand that was grabbing his wrist immediately went to cover your mouth to suppress your voice as he started humping you to deliberately mimic fucking you.

“Please, stop…” Your voice was fainter than a whisper behind your hand.

“You say that but you’re pitifully trembling in anticipation.” His lips were brushing against the shell of your ear but it was as if he wasn’t using his mouth to talk.

“I’m not…” You pressed your legs together and trapped his hand between your thighs while he twirled his digits around inside you.  

“Lying isn’t cute, you know.” There was a smile in his deep voice, “Come on try harder to lie and make me believe you don’t want it.” He dragged his tongue along the shell of your ear, earning a surprised but muffled moan from you.

Yuuji brought his other hand up to cup your breast over your shirt, his cock was painfully hard against his jeans, and the knowledge of him touching his crush was too much for him to handle. He could cum in his pants if he wasn’t careful enough. Sukuna was saying the most vulgar things to you but instead of pushing him away, you were staying exactly where you were. It was fascinating to see how much you were begging to be touched.

It disturbed him a little, would you let any stranger touch you like this? Would you be this wet for anyone?

Yuuji didn’t want to know the answer but Sukuna did.

“Come on, be honest. Would you be this keen to be fucked by any man or is it because it’s me?” Sukuna asked, he was barely holding himself to switch with the brat, he loved corrupting innocent souls like you. He loved seeing the painful and pathetic cries they would let out as their faces were stained with tears.

You shook your head rapidly as his fingers inside you curled to rub a sweet spot you didn’t know existed.

“So, does that mean you wouldn’t want to be fucked by anyone but me?��� Sukuna laughed while Yuuji let out a low groan, grinding harder against your ass, humping you roughly.

“N-nooo,” you were sobbing now, tears started running down your cheeks.

“Good girl… You’re finally being honest. You hear that? She would never want to be fucked by anyone but me.”

“T-that’s not what I meant…”

It was fun to tease girls like you. Sukuna could feel your fear and took incredible joy from hearing your voice crack. “Now, that’s cute… I wanna hear you cry out my name in your cute voice too.”

Yuuji groaned, shaking his head as if Sukuna was going to listen to him.

“S-Sukuna,” he mocked your crying. “Come on, say it just like that and beg for me to fuck you.”

Your body was shaking in fear, your cries only spurred him on and you didn’t know what to do. “P-please stop, S-Sukuna.” The way you whimpered his name, there was no way Sukuna could hold back.

“You better take her innocence before I do it myself, brat.” Sukuna was a man of his word, he had promised the brat to not touch you but if he didn’t man up and fucked you here, he would have no choice but to do it himself. He would never let a girl’s innocence go to waste. The blood of purity was something holy for curses like him. It was the nectar of the gods from the most ancient times, something that could only be attained by the perfect innocent virgins.

“Don’t you dare,” Yuuji spat, speaking for the first time. “She’s mine.”

You didn’t hear him though. His fingers were thrusting in and out of you vigorously while he was humping you and fondling your tit. Your walls clenched around his digits as he moved his hand on your chest between your bodies to impatiently pull the front of his pants down.

Realizing what was about to happen when he finally pulled his cock free and hiked your skirt up, you stared at your reflection on the window, crying and begging him to stop.

Yuuji froze momentarily, pulling his fingers out of you. He could see your expression in the window but you couldn’t see his face. He was stunned by seeing your cheeks wet with tears and mascara running down to ruin more of your makeup, it was… it was purely so erotic and better than his fantasies.

He slammed his hips forward and buried the entire length of his cock in your pussy.

Your virgin walls squeezed tightly around him and the sharp pain of your hymen being torn made fresh tears run down your cheeks. Your hand covering your mouth went to the door in front of you to keep your balance because of the ferocity of his thrust. Your lips parted to scream in pain but his fingers being shoved inside your mouth stopped you.

You tasted your bitter juices on his fingers as he twirled them around your tongue, catching the muscle between his knuckles.

Yuuji felt lightheaded by the fact that he was actually having sex with his crush, on top of all that, you were both each others’ first. He knew he was going to cherish this memory forever and even though he would have liked to do it in a bed with the lights off, this was fine too.

It didn’t matter where he was as long as he had his cock inside of you.

With a moan, he staggeringly pulled his hips back to abruptly slam into your pussy. The blood of your innocence acted as a lubricant, made it easier for him to slip inside, and made a sloppy sound each time he thrust inside.

You could feel his entire weight settle on your back while he nuzzled against the side of your neck before he shakily licked the sensitive skin to get a taste of you. Instinctively, you tried moving your head away from his mouth but his fingers in your mouth prevented you. To put it simply, you were trapped and were at his mercy.

He picked up a discreet but still desperate pace to fuck you, he was still cautious of the two of you being in public but he was still delirious to be having sex with you. Sex. Did it always feel this good? Were you feeling good too? You wanted it, he knew you did because you told Sukuna you wanted it.

Slamming his hips forward, he knocked the air out of your lungs, you gasped on his fingers, drooling all over yourself from having your mouth forcefully kept open by his long digits.

Yuuji was hopeless to mark his territory, to mark you as his. He wanted everyone to know that you belonged to someone when they looked at you. You were his and only his.

His cock grew bigger inside you at the thought of him owning you. He started fucking you frantically, no longer bothering if the people around had noticed or not. Your cunt tightened around his cock and you felt his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of your neck. He bit hard, hard enough to draw blood and leave you trembling in numbing pain.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the tip of his cock hit a sweet spot and your legs shook uncontrollably under you, they were struggling to carry your weight.

His teeth sank deeper into your flesh and you dropped the bouquet you were holding against your chest to involuntarily arch your back instead. He chewed on your skin as he felt your virgin walls pulsate around his cock, you were begging to be filled with his seed, weren’t you?

Women were nothing but a bunch of breeding holes anyway. They all acted like innocent angels when deep down they all were whores. Pleasure toys for men. They lived to please men, didn’t they?

You lived to please Yuuji, didn’t you?

Yuuji pulled his hand out from your mouth and stopped biting you. He licked the blood from your neck to focus on fucking you with frenzied thrusts instead. All of his inexperience and desperation were behind his thrusts, along with his entire weight, forcing you to take the very shape of his cock and never forget the girth of it.

Continuing to peppering small kisses on your neck, he started angling his hips just right to hit the spot that made your knees unbuckle. One, two, three thrusts, and your legs were a shaking mess. You moaned in response before he wrapped an arm around you to keep you up on your feet.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Sukuna spoke suddenly, startling both of you. “You shouldn’t hold back anymore.”

Yuuji wasn't sure which one of you he was talking to but he kept on nodding and moving his hips.

“Nobody else is going to hear you, give me an honest answer,” Sukuna was chuckling. “How does it feel?”

How does it feel to be fucked?

How does it feel to be fucked on a train?

How does it feel to be fucked in public?

How does it feel to have your innocence taken away?

How does it feel to indulge the darker parts of your mind?

Yuuji’s hips stuttered when your walls clenched around him tightly as you refused to answer.

“I won’t know how it feels if you don’t tell me, (name).”

Your mouth popped open and you moaned upon hearing your name. How did he know your name?

As soon as he thrust into your pussy, you forgot about it and let out a moan.

Were you always this depraved?

He continued fucking you frantically. His pace was faster and more ruthless, he was close. With each thrust of his hips, he left you moaning in involuntary pleasure but there was no denying that it felt good.

It felt so good.

“Tell me, (name).”

It felt so good.

“Come on, tell me.”

“Please,” you begged. It feels so good. Feels so good.

“That’s not what I wanna hear,” Sukuna murmured. “Come on now.”

The automated voice announced the next stop.

“Hurry it up already.” He was getting impatient.

“It feels so good,” you whimpered, defeated.

“Good girl,” Sukuna grinned before disappearing from Yuuji’s cheek.

The shame overwhelmed all of your senses and you looked at your reflection in the window once more, you caught a glimpse of your aroused expression. You were such a whore.

Yuuji slammed his hips forward one last time and you felt the small twitch of his balls against your skin before his cock twitched, spurting thick ropes of cum inside you.

The train stopped and he pulled out of you.

His seed started gushing out of your pussy before starting to trickle down your legs. Most of the bodily fluid had pooled under you and when you fell hard on the ground, they soaked into your skirt.

The guy who assaulted you was nowhere to be seen as the doors of the train on the other side opened. Many people hopped off the train but nobody paid any attention to you and you were sure they had been oblivious to what had happened. Nobody would care anyway.

A sob tore out of you and you tried getting up. Your legs were like jelly but as you managed to stand up, you noticed the bouquet you had dropped. More tears started to come out, they blurred your vision and you found yourself grabbing it from the ground.

Thankfully, it wasn’t crushed.

The train doors closed and it started moving forward while you were trying to fix your skirt.

Ah, that was your stop…

You sobbed again but pressed a hand over your mouth to not disturb anyone. Your crying didn’t stop even after you got off of the train on the next stop. You wanted to call someone to help you get back home because you weren’t sure if you could make it alone. Your legs were hurt, the throbbing pain coming from between your legs wouldn’t let you walk or stand up.

You weren’t going to tell them what had happened. Nobody could know. You didn’t need their pity. You were too ashamed.

Sitting on a bench, you scrolled down your contacts but none of the names there would help you. Not unless they had something to gain from it. Wasn’t that why you dropped everything and moved here to open a coffee shop?

How pathetic of you.

People only used you for your kindness.

You shifted on your seat and something slipped out from the bouquet. When you picked it up, you noticed that it was the note Itadori had written for you.

There was an ugly pause before you dialed the unknown number and a familiar voice responded.

“Hey,” he sounded awkward. Of course, he would, you rejected him. “What’s up?”

“Itadori,” you whimpered, voice cracking. Immediately, you cursed yourself for being this pathetic.

“A-are you o-okay? W-what happened?”

Bursting into tears once again, you only told him that you only needed help in shame after clearing your throat.

It took him barely fifteen minutes to arrive at the station to get you. You wiped your tears as soon as he came into your view. He was breathless, face beet red from running.

“You okay?” he asked in between breaths. “I ran here as fast as I could.”

He ran here.

Has anyone cared for you this much?

“Yeah, thank you and ahh, I… This is embarrassing… I twisted my ankle and needed help getting home.” You were never a good liar but you hoped he was gullible enough to believe it. “I know it’s weird to call you here but none of my friends would come if I called-”

“Ah, it’s no problem!” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and chuckled. He had been worried for nothing. “I can carry you, that’s what friends are for, right?!”

You nodded and bit your lip to prevent yourself from crying. He was too kind. Too similar to you.

“Want me to carry you on my back? Or like this?” He emphasized his words by holding his hands in front of himself to show you that he was offering to carry you bridal style.

“Yeah, that would be better.” You masked the shame with a fake smile. You were embarrassed that you were pathetic to ask him for help even after you rejected him earlier tonight.

He smiled and took a step closer towards the bench. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he slid his arm under the back of your knees and placed a hand on your back to support you as he lifted you up to take you home.

You were grateful that you had a friend like him in your life.

~~~

The next day Yuuji came to the coffee shop to take your offer from the last night about giving him a free coffee drink of his choice. 

You served him his coffee with a smile and sat with him on one of the tables, talking about your day as he listened to you complain. 

In the end, Sukuna was right, Yuuji realized. 

Women were begging to be fucked. Women secretly wanted it and that was why you were acting indifferent after all that happened the day before.

He had been worried over nothing, besides, he needed to be more confident and assertive like everyone told him to be. Then he would get the girl. That was what every article he read online, all of his friends and people around him told him. That was what Sukuna told him.

“Wanna go get dinner after you close the place?” he asked, taking a mouthful of his coffee.

“I need to clean and it might take a long while-”

“I’ll help,” he replied, smiling. “Everything’s on me.”

How could you say no to that? How could you say no to anything he had to say?

In your eyes, he was the nicest guy in the world.

Were you really going to pass on the opportunity to have him in your life?

“It’s a date then?” You were grinning, cheeks flushing as you said it. Slowly, you placed your hand over his on the table.

Yuuji gave you a blank stare, something sinister sparkled deep within his eyes but you couldn’t see it. Unbeknownst to you, his other hand under the table had a mouth on it that had an unsettling grin on it too. It was funny how clueless you were. Nonetheless, Yuuji took your hand in his to give you a reassuring squeeze and made you blush harder before agreeing, “It’s a date.”

[tashazone]

Chess Club Crush [Part 1]

Pairing: Sim Jaeyun x gn!reader / Lee Heeseung x gn!reader

Genre: highschool! au, lovetriangle! au, friends to lovers! au, fluff, crack, lil angsty

Synopsis: (Y/N), a new student at Enhypen High, exhibits interest in becoming the eighth member of the school’s unfunded chess club. Needless to say, the reader befriends the respective members, and even ends up helping the club shoot to national chess stardom. Inevitably, (y/n)’s relationship with one particular member flourishes throughout their time spent together. (Part 1)

Word Count: 1.3 k

Warning: Some swearing, didn’t proofread… don’t sue me lol

A/N: Don’t worry if you have limited or no knowledge about chess! I attempted to break down everything to understandable bits, no need to be scared off <3

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“Damn it, I’m almost late to the meeting.” I mutter, practically flying through the hallway. There were lots of clubs holding their bi-weekly, after-school meetings in different rooms, and as a new student, I was hopelessly lost . “Finally, room 301,” I said, flinging open the door, to be immediately met by an almost irritatingly chipper kid, a kid who barely reached my shoulders in height. “Welcome to the free hug club, friend! Bring it in!”, they shouted gleefully, closing in on me. “Oh wow, I think I’ll pass… sorry I didn’t mean to uh… join the free hug club, I’m looking for the chess club.” The kid is visibly disappointed but nonetheless cheerfully says, “that’s room 310, not 301 you silly goose!” I could have sworn that the announcement bulletin board had said that it was room 301, but in spite of that, with a barely audible goodbye, I darted out of the room, both embarrassed and almost completely at a loss for words.

I was for sure going to be hopelessly late to the meeting, “gonna make a great first impression” I thought. As I approach room 310, I notice it’s at the end of the hallway and is obviously quieter than the rooms other clubs had occupied. Catching your breath from the exhaustive running I just did, I peer into the window, with a view of two boys playing chess, with the rest watching them, however, my thoughts are rudely interrupted by a sarcastic voice. “Are you going to come in, or are you going to stand there like a moron all day?” Embarrassed yet again, I sheepishly open the door saying, “sorry I’m late, I got kinda lost back there, didn’t know what room we were gonna meet in.”

There were two kids playing chess, completely uninterested in what was happening, and five other kids staring at me, some with an apologetic look, and some with no discernible expression. Eventually one of them speaks up, “Hi, I’m Jungwon, the president of the chess club. Sorry about Heeseung, he’s always been more on the sarcastic side,” he then gives an expectant glare to who I now assume is Heeseung. “...my bad, I’m Heeseung.” Jungwon continues, “anyways, the two playing chess are Jake and Sunghoon; but the other guys beside me are Niki, Sunoo and Jay.” I introduce myself as (y/n), to which the others give a greet me, while the two playing chess give me a grunt of acknowledgement.

“Soooo”, I start, “where are the rest of the chess boards?” After saying this, I am immediately met with laughter by all members, even the two previously engrossed in their own little chess world. “That’s cute,” said Jay, “they actually think we’re given any funding.” Sunoo pipes in saying, “bold of you to assume the school gives a shit about anything other than sports.” “Hey!”, goes Niki, “isn’t chess technically a sport??” Immediately after saying this, Niki and Sunoo start bickering about whether chess was a sport or not, while Jungwon facepalms. “I’m shocked you’d even be interested in joining the club at this point,” Jungwon says in an exasperated tone.

“No, I love chess! Actually, my grandpa was a chess grandmaster, he taught me all there is,” I say, trying to emphasize my interest in chess. At this point, attention is once again on me, with all members looking at me in disbelief. “Wow, so lying through your teeth and looking at people through small windows are two of your biggest hobbies, huh?,” said Heeseung. Getting tired of Heeseung’s bullshit, I retort, “I'm seasoned in the arts, but clearly being a jackass has got to be your favorite pastime.” Heeseung rolls his eyes while Niki immediately shoots questions at a mile a minute. “What was their strategy?”, “When did they start teaching you?”, “Do grandmasters get a lot of mone-.”

“DAMN IT”, yells Sunghoon, “YOU ONLY WON BECAUSE THEY DISTRACTED ME!” Jake pacifies Sunghoon, “you were great, we can always have a rematch when it’s our week to use the chessboard.” “But that’s in two weeks…” Sunghoon says dejectedly. “Wait a minute, you have to wait weeks to play?” I said, confused. “Duhh, there’s only one chess board, do you think we can just all play at the same bloody time,” said Sunoo. “Trust me (y/n), we all wish there was more than one, it’s not like they're expensive or anything, the school’s just uninterested in anything that doesn’t involve sweating like a pig,” sneered Jungwon.

Suddenly an idea hit me, “hold up, I’ve got three extra chess boards at home, I’m sure my parents won’t mind me borrowing them.” The boys visibly become excited, however, my statement doesn’t protect myself from another one of Heeseung’s sarcastic quips, “who in their right mind needs more than one chess board though?” Jay nudges Heeseung, “listen, you can just watch us play since you’re so against us having extra boards.” “No! Fine…” sighs Heeseung.

“We’ve got like 10 minutes until the school kicks us out for the weekend, our next meeting is this Monday, so make sure you remember to bring the chess boards, ok?”, goes Jungwon. “I’ve got a better idea,” goes Jake, “just give me your number, I’ll remind you over the weekend. After all we’re counting on you (y/n), no pressure!” Suddenly, I feel my face going warm, “so he’s cute and friendly, I’m definitely going to make this real awkward, real quick,” I thought to myself. “Uhm, yeah, I’ll just put it in my phone…” “Wait, shouldn't you put your number in my phone?” Jake laughs. “Damn it. Yeah you’re right, I forgot,” trying to laugh off my cringeworthy moment.

“That’s unfair! How come (y/n) can get your number but I can’t?” Niki whines. “That’s because you dropped your phone into the toilet! You don’t have a phone anymore, dingbat,” Sunoo shouts. “Oh yeah…” Niki says sheepishly.

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It’s Sunday, and I’ve been texting back and forth with Jake. He’s been super sweet and even went out of his way to describe each of the chess club member’s personalities and their dynamic within the group. It was similar to the meeting on Friday, Heeseung having a dry sense of humor, Jungwon being the more mature member in the club, Sunoo and Niki finding any possible opportunity to bicker, along with an easygoing Jay, and Sunghoon, a notoriously sore-loser. I asked Jake for the rest of the members' numbers and Jake, being a sweet friend, happily obliged, meaning I now had means of communication with all members of the chess club… sans Niki, because well, Sunoo explained his lack of a cell phone back on Friday.

My parents were cool with my taking of the chess boards and the respective pieces, so long as they were not damaged, after all, they were sentimental since they belonged to my late grandpa. All they said was that I should bear in mind that these boards were on the expensive side, but nonetheless, they trusted me. Besides, they weren’t exactly opposed to their child making new friends through chess. While I was daydreaming about Jake and haphazardly doing my biology homework I heard my phone go off. I checked to see who it was, to find an unknown number telling me “hey (y/n), at ur place, come outside we’re going to get food together.” Obviously I was on edge, I just moved here, and I had the numbers of the rest of the members, who the hell could this be? I text back, “who are u, how do u know where I live?”, to which the unknown number goes, “just look outside dummy”.

I decide to get up and look out my window and I am met with both shock and confusion. How the hell did this guy know where I lived, and why would they wanna hang out with me, we just met like two days ago???

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Part 2 coming soon~

[wrightaboutthat]

Proposing a Duel ~A Narumitsu One-Shot~

Summary: Finally, after years of pining, years of waiting, is Phoenix prepared to propose to the love of his life. But with someone he parallels so intensely, nothing can ever be straightforward.

Tags: Marriage Proposal, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Arguing, Childhood Memories, they're so dumb, and bickering 5ever, but they're so incredibly in love your honor, and deserve intense happiness like this, also this is probably set in the aa5-6 timeline somewhere but Who's Counting

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Finally managed to tackle and finish one of my 20+ Narumitsu drafts lol. I recognize that this is quite the common trope/plot with these two, but I'm of course shooting for a "yay, two cakes" situation! We simply cannot have enough proposal fics, and these two deserve all the happiness/sweetness in the world quite honestly. They're tired- let them REST.

Anyway, super excited to share this with you all, and I hope you enjoy!

You can also read the work on AO3 here [x]

It felt different. He felt different. There was a certain and light sweetness that seemed to be lingering in the air. There was a tender warmth that seemed to be burning between two forms. There was a magnetic tug that seemed to be pulling harder than usual.

Perhaps it was finally pulling towards the inevitable.

Phoenix’s breath caught in his throat at the very consideration. It had been so long after all. The entirety of his life had slowly led up to such a thing. But even still, he doubted his readiness, doubted his ability to proceed.

Though, looking at the man beside him easily dampened such doubts. Fear melted away into giddy nervousness, and worry softened into warm tingles.

Because it was Miles.

Miles.

A man who had evaded him for years. A man who had changed him for the better. A man who had beautifully fought for betterment all for his sake. A man who he’d do anything for.

A man he wanted to marry.

The direct utterance within his mind manifested a flushed smile, his head going woozy with adoration. Inevitable indeed; it felt so right to consider, so...perfect. He of course hoped his proposal would follow suit, that it would declare such deep admiration to the receiver. He wanted it to be just as wonderful as the very man-

“What is it?”

The murmured baritone snapped Phoenix from his honeyed thoughts, startling as he returned to the present.

“Huh?”

Though Miles’ stare remained trained ahead, Phoenix could still pick up on the tenderness that washed over his facial expression.

“You were staring quite intently, darling.”

The term of endearment, the tonality of his boyfriend’s voice, and the ginger facial expression did nothing to help his blush. The defense attorney’s cheeks were fiery, though his growing smile aided in the distribution of heat.

“Is that anything new? I always struggle to take my eyes off you.”

He watched with amusement as color struck Miles’ face to match, his expression crinkling into something of embarrassment.

“Nngh...” he quietly groaned, earning a chuckle from Phoenix before he continued, “Well, at least I’m the one driving then.”

“Thank God for that.”

They ventured back into comfortable silence, but affections were still reciprocated. Miles slipped a hand off the steering wheel and laid it palm-up on the console, an invitation that Phoenix immediately took. He gave his boyfriend’s hand a soft squeeze, contentedly sighing as his thoughts began to wander once more.

Hand holding wouldn’t feel the same for very long after all. There would be an even deeper connection with it, a deeper unity. Soft skin and sturdy fingers would be bordered with precious metal, a glistening reminder of their utmost promise to each other...

“Phoenix.”

The tanner man jerked back to the present once again, though not as harshly as before.

“Yeah?”

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet.”

“Are you saying I’m normally loud, baby?”

The slight rise of his boyfriend’s brow was enough to draw forth a laugh, the deeper implications plenty visible in such a mere gesture.

“More talkative than I, yes,” Miles huffed, though he quickly ventured back towards a more solemn air. “Is something on your mind?”

“Ahh...no.” A lie. And it was very dangerous to offer a lie to the man who sought nothing but the truth in every regard. So Phoenix very quickly covered with a genuine statement, a true explanation indeed. “I just...get lost in how much I love you sometimes.”

Heterochromatic eyes had averted with such a statement, and his other hand had taken purchase upon his neck. The silence that followed however, drew his gaze back towards his partner. But, following the pattern of comfort, any and all apprehension was doused by the prosecutor; the intense blush and bashful furrow on his counterpart’s face triggered giggles.

“Darling...” Miles muttered in disdain.

“It’s true!”

Silver eyes briefly flitted sideways, before the opposing man heaved a large sigh. Years ago, such a statement would likely earn some manner of reluctance or coldness. In the present though, and to Phoenix’s delight, it slowly drew forth a gentle smile once more.

“If I wasn’t speeding down a highway, I would perhaps have to kiss you,” Miles eventually murmured.

“Just perhaps?” Phoenix laughed.

“Mm...”

The prosecutor readjusted their conjoined hands, and better gripped Phoenix’s, gently bringing it to his awaiting mouth.

“Assuredly,” he said, sealing the word with a tender kiss.

It was the defense’s turn to be bashful, flushing and giggling and crumpling in on himself. It was without fail; close to proposing, and yet rendered so useless by his beloved. He doubted that would change, even well into their marriage. It hadn’t for years and years after all.

When Miles lowered their hands back to the console, Phoenix heaved a breath, easing into conversation before thoughts hoisted him away again.

“Where are we going anyway?”

There was an odd pause, coupled with what sounded like a shaky inhalation. The prosecutor did indeed answer, but through vagueness only.

“You’ll see.”

“Are we close? Because I perhaps have to kiss you too.” Just as Miles has done, he brought their hands upward, gripping the prosecutor’s just so and returning the gesture with warm lips. “Hands don’t really cut it.”

“Yes, dear. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

Phoenix grinned, and pressed a plethora of short kisses to the other man’s hand- so much so that he earned a soft whap of disdain to the face. He broke into giggles then and freed the prosecutor from his onslaught, simply opting to sit and wait for their arrival, albeit anxiously. He hoped it was a proper location. He hoped it was someplace fitting. He hoped it would be a date worth turning into something more. He wasn’t sure if he could stand the idea of having to push things back any longer; the ring had already been in his possession for one day too many.

The car finally slowing down brought him from his thoughts, and he blinked as he attempted to process where they were. It didn’t seem to be a fancy restaurant or anything typical of Miles; in fact, it seemed like they were just in some random part of the city. And yet, there seemed to exist an odd sort of...familiarity to it all, a sense of dejavu gnawing on his mind.

Regardless of the swirling thoughts, he snapped to action the moment they stopped. The second Miles parked the car, he was leaning across the center console, following through with his previous statements and tugging them both into a proper kiss. The pair sighed and melted against each other’s mouths, sucking and gliding and caressing.

When Phoenix attempted to slide his tongue betwixt his partner’s lips however, did the prosecutor lean back and break their connection.

“Not so fast, Wright,” he tutted, though his brow was playfully cocked, “Can’t have you sullying this date.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s irresistibly gorgeous.”

Miles rolled his eyes, causing the tanner man to chuckle, before he poised himself to depart the vehicle.

“I rest my case.”

Phoenix continued with his mirth, but had no further objections; no, he didn’t need to sully their date at all. There would be plenty of time for intimacy, but only one chance to present such a momentous inquiry. So he exited after his boyfriend, and walked around the car to be by his side.

Gazes were soft once more upon meeting, and the prosecutor offered a hand for Phoenix to take. He did so happily, and allowed his partner to lead. In doing so however, perplexity joined the mix, his wavy brows furrowing as he continued to try and place...where exactly they were. It wasn’t exactly a park, or a restaurant, or any discernible destination at all. It merely seemed like Miles was leading him down a sidewalk- and was his hand...trembling?

His face scrunched with further confusion, the two of them continuing to wind through buildings. Soon however, buildings opened up to a very particular scene. Rounding a corner stopped him dead in his tracks. Gazing upon the openness before him smacked his brain with a plethora of memories. He saw many a picture, heard swaths of innocent laughter, and felt rushes of old warmth...

“Remember this spot?”

Miles’ murmur managed to reach him, but his composure still swayed. Tears almost pricked his heterochromatic eyes, his nose tickling with the threat of their manifestation. Because yes, he absolutely did. The small canal, the grassy hill, the surrounding quaint homes, the sunset...

It was a scene from their youth. It was a place they had frequented together as grade schoolers. It was a place where dreams had been discussed, and bonds had been formed.

And God, was it perfect for taking said bonds even further.

Phoenix had to keep a hand over his mouth for a few beats, attempting to keep his composure at bay. Breaking down in front of Miles wouldn’t be anything new necessarily, but it would produce suspicion.

Thankfully, the prosecutor didn’t seem to notice- at least, not yet. For he simply snickered and tugged, softly beckoning with their conjoined hands.

“I take that as a yes. Come on then.”

He led them both down the old path, strolling in the golden light of the setting sun. Phoenix could almost see flashes of their grade school selves as they happened along, laughing and shoving and playing. And, through the sparkles in his vision, could he also picture the glistens of precious metal, of gemstones shining with promise and love.

He had to bite his cheek to keep himself in check. When would be the proper time to ask anyway? It felt so close, but so very far. It felt so perfect, but so out of reach. Maybe it would just come to him. Maybe the stars would align. And if Miles’ hand was still oddly trembling, he could no longer tell; his was too.

The prosecutor slowing down pulled him from his running thoughts, but made the situation all the more real. He allowed Miles to lead him into the grass, onto one of the slopes neighboring the sidewalk. Mismatched eyes rapidly blinked to shoo away tears; it was such the perfect parallel. It was such a beautiful nod to their roots.

“Love, I didn’t think you remembered this!” he strained out, beginning to beam immensely, “It was so long ago.”

“Well of course I do. You were the better part of those years after all.”

“Miles...” Phoenix heaved a breath, his smile beginning to rival the light shining upon them. “You’re such a sweetheart, you know that? This was so thoughtful.”

He watched with delight as the opposing man flushed something terrible, his silver eyes averting and his grasp retracting.

“Ngh...” he softly groaned, before dismissively waving a hand and moving to sit, “It’s merely a trip down memory lane, that’s all.”

“Yeah but...” Phoenix couldn’t help but laugh, latching on to some teasing for a bit of emotional respite, “Esteemed Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth sitting in the grass for me?”

Miles seemed to stiffen a bit, coupled with another crawl of red across his visage.

“Is that really such an oddity?”

“A bit, yeah! It’s different than what we normally do.” Phoenix snickered a bit more, before he lowered himself to the ground as well, sitting flush against his partner. The mirth departed his voice then, his tone traveling back towards a more earnest warmth. “So it’s just...It’s really sweet. And meaningful.”

And utterly perfect for what he had planned.

He watched as Miles’ face immensely softened, though silver eyes averted once more. Phoenix took the opportunity to press a quick kiss to the offered cheek, before moving to nestle his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder. He sighed a contented breath upon doing so- particularly when he eventually felt Miles’ head snuggle against his.

Part of him was anxious, what with a brewing proposal swirling around in his depths. But another part hushed him, and told him to simply enjoy the scene for a moment. It was a lovely contrast against their usual life; just getting to take a few moments of calm hush with his beloved, in a place that meant so much to them. The sunlight was warming, his partner’s body was soothing, and the air was enticing.

Mismatched eyes half-lidded, and he hummed amidst the quiet. He wanted it to continue. He wanted to stay in the moment forever. But the other half of him began to cry out for attention. The other half drove him to speak, to drive the peace towards partnership.

“God, Miles...How did we even get here?”

“It’s been a long road, hmm?” the prosecutor murmured after a few beats.

“Yeah. Crazy to think I’m here with you like this. It was always a dream of mine.”

“I concur.”

“So proper,” Phoenix snickered, moving to press another kiss to the opposing man’s cheek.

“Hush,” he huffed. Before Phoenix could nestle back downwards however, Miles turned his head and captured their mouths for a proper kiss. And just as soon as the kiss started was he rising to stand, stoically and handsomely staring out towards the departing sun. He seemed to let out a shaky breath, before he continued in solemn tones. “As children, when I sat with you here, I...couldn’t help but look to the future, and imagine what could be. To think that it’s realized now, and far more than I ever pictured...”

He heaved again, and seemed to look downward at his feet.

“And to think that it could continue...”

Phoenix’s heart leapt into his throat; how was it that Miles was perfectly setting him up? How was it that he was meticulously laying the puzzle pieces out? It was almost like he knew, like he was aware of the ring burning brightly in his pocket.

“Phoenix...”

It was time. Oh God, it was time. It was like some divine forces yanked him upward, piloting him towards the start of a new beginning. He no longer questioned it. He no longer felt apprehensive. He only felt entirely driven to begin.

“-Miles, I adore you,” he blurted, butting in and rambling without much control, “I love you so much. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you. You’re gorgeous, and amazing, and so important to me, and...���

He could feel his partner’s eyes on him. He could feel the burn of their bodies. He could feel the very question hanging in the air between them. His chest tightened, his eyes watered, and his extremities quivered...Yet he still managed to reach for the life changing box in his pocket, and poised himself to get down on one knee.

“And so I have to do something I’ve thought about since I met-“

“-Hold it!”

The sudden objection from his boyfriend startled him, causing him to crash down upon his knee as opposed to a gentle descent. He winced a bit at the impact, but physical pain was quickly replaced by emotional; Miles looked...appalled. Phoenix felt his chest squeeze immensely, coupled with a croaked utterance of the prosecutor’s name.

“Wh- Miles?”

He watched with further horror as his counterpart backed away, heaving and wringing his fists a plenty. Miles even went so far as to pinch the bridge of his nose with a hand, sighing and straining a cursed sentence.

“I cannot believe this...”

The defense lawyer trembled, the words piercing a crack in his heart. He had been wrong. He had been overzealous. He had pushed Miles too far. He had backed himself into an unlovable corner yet again.

He opened his mouth to speak, to question, to beg for answers, but all that escaped was a quivering breath. Oddly enough, the sound still managed to reach the prosecutor, because he looked back before...miraculously softening?

“-Wait wait, no. Apologies. I...” he said with a raised hand, before pulling it back in and freezing.

They both were silent for several beats then, the air immensely tense and thick. Though Phoenix felt slightly better that his beloved no longer appeared...disgusted, his heart still ached something terrible. He was confused, and downtrodden, watching his boyfriend closely for any further reactions.

React he did; he shifted more into the typical tense nervousness, pulling at his shirt and avoiding eye contact. Numerous deep breaths also heaved from the prosecutor, the exhalations sounding surprisingly shaky. Though it was likely only seconds, the quiet felt like hours, Phoenix clambering for any sign he hadn’t just made the worst mistake of his life.

And it was a wonder he doubted his partner so. It was crazy that his anxiety still got to him. The traumatic scars really did run immensely deep. But regardless, Miles finally provided, looking back and turning the situation around.

“My darling,” he began, his silver eyes interlocking with heterochromatic, “I am...so sorry for startling you. I just...have no idea how we possibly managed...”

With that, the prosecutor reached into his own pocket, and presented something that connected all the glittering puzzle pieces together.

Oh.

Oh.

Every ounce of apprehension washed away. Every bit of discomfort fizzled into nothingness. Every drop of sadness evaporated into thin air. And all was replaced by the most dazzling, incredible warmth Phoenix had ever experienced.

Because it was a box, much like the one he still had in his own hand.

Suddenly, everything made sense. He had brought him out here with identical intentions. He had sweetened his tongue with the same question. He had been preparing to go down the same road, and was startled by the abrupt change in plans.

They had both tried to propose to each other. They had both tried to ask for each other’s hand.

Phoenix wasn’t sure whether to laugh or sob, and subsequently settled for a mixture of both. His free hand clapped over his mouth, and he quivered from tears and mirth alike.

“Miles? Miles?!”

Through the glaze, he could see the prosecutor shaking his head. And over his trembling vocalizations, he could hear the strained quality his boyfriend’s voice had taken.

“Always throwing me for a loop, Wright.”

“Oh my God!” Phoenix laughed, rubbing at his eyes with a hand as he attempted to compose himself. He was overwhelmed, so delightfully overwhelmed. Because two opposing rings meant they were on the exact same page. Two pieces of beautiful metal signaled each other’s answer.

His laugh choked off with more of a sob, and he peered through his fingers to get a look at his boyfriend. Miles had his head turned away, a hand grasping his face once more. Was he crying as well? Or trying not to? Whatever the case, the very consideration sent further tears down the tanner man’s cheeks.

“I...I love you,” he rasped.

“I...” Normally smooth and cool vocals were shaky and taut, the prosecutor clearing his throat before attempting again. “I love you too, dearest.”

The situation beautifully plateaued, the two men taking numerous beats to compose themselves. Neither moved. Neither said anything. Neither made any sort of advance with such a dear connection woven between them.

Phoenix continued wiping his tears and blowing out cleansing breaths. He slowly became aware of the fact that he was still on one knee, still poised to officially pop the question. Though, how was he to go about it? And with an opposing ring in the playing field? He felt inclined to inquire.

“Love?”

He watched as the prosecutor straightened, smoothing out his dress shirt and composing himself something proper. It looked very much like how he recovered in court after a sudden blow, scrambling back from an emotional edge and easing back into stoicism.

“Yes?” he answered after a few beats, though his voice was still thickened.

“What...what do we even do now?!” Phoenix laughed, his free hand traveling to rest upon his neck.

“Well,” Miles began after heaving another cleansing breath, “If we’re getting into technicalities, I’ve had this planned for months.”

The sheen in Phoenix’s eyes flashed with a new spark, the tears glistening with fire. No, not just an opposing ring- a rival ring. It seemed that old habits died hard.

“So? I’m the one on one knee right now! I beat you to it.”

“And? I don’t believe you had any sort of plan regarding this.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m trying to marry you, Phoenix,” Miles said matter-of-factly, tapping his bicep in the normal way, “Ergo, I know you better than perhaps the back of my own hand.”

The tanner man wanted to laugh at the courtroom persona his partner had suddenly adopted, argue with the points being brought to the table, and melt at the fact that Miles Edgeworth wanted to marry him. Unfortunately, he was incapable of anything of the sort; the truth was a little too on the nose.

“Ahh...” was all he sheepishly managed, his free hand grasping his neck harder.

He watched as Miles cocked a brow and gave him a knowing look, furthering the blush that gripped his cheeks.

“Out with it then.”

“Okay...Maybe I was about to start winging it...”

“Mm, as always.”

“But so what?” Phoenix exclaimed, “I’m always ready to get into how much I adore you, and why I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else, and-“

“-You are not about to advantageously segue, Phoenix Wright.”

The defense attorney burst out laughing, finally standing back up and closing the distance between them.

“Miles!” he comedically whined, giving his boyfriend’s chest a gentle shove, “Dammit, you do know me a little too well.”

“Indeed. Which is why I feel more than apt to be the first one to proceed.”

“No! I was ramping myself up towards a big speech and everything.”

“As was I. I’ve dreamed of this since I was young.”

“And you think I haven’t?!”

The prosecutor’s face devolved into more of his usual scowl, his arms lacing across his chest. It was quite the sight really, what with his eyes still containing wisps of moisture. Still, the strange contrast didn’t cease the pair’s argument.

“We seem to be at quite the impasse then.”

“A bit!” Phoenix snorted.

“Is your stubbornness really going to stop us from getting engaged?”

“Is yours?”

Miles let out a harsh sigh, his annoyance becoming more and more noticeable.

“You’re being ridiculous. Why does it matter who proposes to whom anyway?”

“If it didn’t matter so much, you would have let me go for it!” the tanner man pointed out.

“You’re incredibly obstinate.”

“Haven’t you always admired that?”

“Phoenix,” Miles hissed.

“Besides, so are you!”

“Tell me, do you have a better comeback besides mirroring what I’ve just said?”

“I could always tell you to shut up and let me get on with it.”

“Oh, so romantic and well spoken,” the prosecutor snapped, throwing his hands with exasperation, “Truly makes for the sweetest memories.”

“Says you! You’re the one who started all of this. I could have proposed already!”

It was then that Phoenix’s eyes glinted once more, this time with a spark of mischievous stubbornness. In knowing him so well, Miles appeared to pick up on it, his body twitching and his brow furrowing.

“Don’t you dare-“

The prosecutor’s snarl cut off as they both leapt for the same conclusion. Knees crashed to the ground together, and boxes were hastily grappled for, the two racing for that beautiful spot.

And then something tickled Phoenix once more.

Maybe it was the way the love of his life was kneeling and fuming before him, holding a precious box in such a seething manner. Or maybe it was the way they were both treating their rings as weapons, like they were drawing them for a duel. Or maybe, it was the way they were arguing over a damn proposal.

Regardless, the tanner man was powerless, and began laughing again without much control. The sudden mirth seemed to slap the prosecutor; out of the corner of Phoenix’s eye, he could see his partner stiffen something terrible. It was likely striking even more of a nerve, but he couldn’t help it. It was so...stupidly them, and so amusing as a result.

He bent over from the force of his giggles, instinctively placing a hand on Miles’ bent knee to steady himself. The voice of reason in the very back of his head screamed danger, as an angry prosecutor could easily shove it off. But just as the situation continued to unfold in an odd manner, as did motivations. For Phoenix felt a gentle hand come to rest upon his own, squeezing as opposed to throwing.

“What’s...so funny?” he barely heard his boyfriend ask, his hesitant voice drowned out by the seamless mirth. He had to take numerous beats to sharply inhale, to attempt to get some air, before he could even consider replying.

“...This!” he gasped, wiping building tears with his free hand, “Us!”

To both his surprise and amusement, he heard what sounded like a cheerful huff from the prosecutor. Maybe he was being pulled down into the fun as well? The thought tickled the tanner man even more, and he rode another wave of giggles before fighting for further conversation.

“Miles...Miles...What the hell are we even doing?”

Yes, the prosecutor was definitely laughing now; Phoenix could hear the chuckles blending in so well with his own. It sent him into another fit, made worse by what Miles said next.

“Being...Imbecilic I suppose.”

The pair took a few moments to laugh together then, completely replacing the annoyance in Phoenix’s system with honeyed warmth once more. How typical of them. How beautiful of them. Riding an emotional rollercoaster was something of wonderful normalcy, even in what was supposed to be a special moment. Though, perhaps it actually made the moment all the more meaningful, all the more memorable.

“God! We’re so stupid...We’re so damn stupid...” the defense eventually wheezed, continuing to wipe at his eyes.

“Speak for yourself,” Miles huffed, slowly standing back up and brushing himself off.

“We’re- hey!” Phoenix laughed, erecting to give his boyfriend’s chest yet another push, “You’re an ass.”

“Oh, will the loving talk ever cease?” the prosecutor sighed with a roll of his eyes.

The tanner man continued to giggle, before he stepped even closer, nuzzling his nose tenderly against Miles’. The pair softened immensely, and the defense attorney took advantage by offering yet another kiss.

“I love you so much,” he whispered when their mouths parted.

“I love you too.”

The pair took a few beats of tender silence then, stepping down from the nonsensical energy that had been their argument. It was Miles’ turn to take advantage then; he reached with a hand to brush black hairs back into place before gently framing a damp cheek.

“I do still intend to go through with this, you know,” he murmured, before mildly cocking a brow, “Even though the mood has been thoroughly soiled now.”

“I do too. I-“ Heterochromatic eyes widened slightly, the tanner man starting like he had reached a brilliant conclusion in court. “Hey, actually...”

“Hmm?”

“Hear me out on this, okay? Going back and forth is totally our thing, right? We kinda just proved that.”

A huff and eye roll from the prosecutor drew another shaky laugh from the defense. Still, he continued.

“So what if we...propose together? Back and forth?”

He watched as a strong swath of red spread across his boyfriend’s cheeks, coupled with a furrow of his brow. Silver eyes flitted off to the side as well, a sign he was either flustered or objecting.

“That’s...”

In fearing the latter, Phoenix quickly interjected. “-I know, I know, it’s weird. And not exactly traditional. But it’s...us, you know?”

“I suppose that would indeed solve our problem after all.”

“Okay...”

The tanner man heaved a multitude of cleansing breaths, attempting to pull his composure back to the proper place. But with the element of surprise gone, with two rings in the vicinity, and with the love of his life staring through sparkles of unshed tears...He couldn’t help but shakily laugh, intense emotions swaying all over the place.

“Whew, I...Dammit! I can’t focus now-“

“-Shh,” Miles cut in, suddenly leaning closer and nestling their foreheads together, “Come here then, dearest. I believe we need to...take a moment.”

The defense’s breath caught at the proximity, but he nodded, allowing himself to get ushered away by the man before him. Nestled so close, aggressively ricocheting emotions had no choice but to settle; for there was nothing quite as soothing as snuggling up to his beloved. His mind whited out with the gentle, floral scent of the prosecutor, and the soft warmth his being provided. Though his heart was still pounding, and his eyes were still watering, it did indeed effectively walk him back to a more composed mentality. Perhaps because it reminded him just how much he adored the opposing man, and just how much he wanted to marry him.

“Better?” Miles eventually whispered.

“Yeah...” Phoenix replied, before blowing out a few more cleansing breaths. This was it. This was really it. “Okay. Okay okay...”

He leaned back then, intertwining both stares and fingers. The two shared a look of love, of reverence, of happiness, before stepping fully into the light.

“Phoenix Wright...”

“Miles Edgeworth...”

The tanner man watched as his beloved opened his mouth, but stiffened when no words followed. The tender visage furrowed back into a scowl, but thankfully, Phoenix wasn’t left in apprehension for too long.

“Curses. I had been so ready!”

Phoenix found himself laughing once again; composure was still a beast, it seemed. But somehow, by some damn graces, were words poised on his own tongue. So he gripped his love’s hand a bit tighter, and allowed them to fall.

“Well here- I knew I wanted to marry you from the moment I met you.”

The furrow on Miles’ face didn’t ease- it only turned incredulous. Naturally, Phoenix laughed even harder, and gave the prosecutor’s hand another squeeze.

“I’m serious! Even at nine years old, I could recognize my soulmate.”

Miles seemed to consider the statement, or allow the words to blanket over him. Either way, after a few beats, did he find his stride as well, steering them both towards a more solemn air.

“From the beginning, you enraptured me,” he murmured, silver eyes trained off to the side, “I felt safe around you, happy around you. And there was a deeper sort of calling that I recognized too- something brilliant and pure that I haven’t experienced with anyone else.”

“I think it was so strong and beautiful that I didn’t know what to do with myself,” Phoenix admitted.

“Indeed. It frightened me, and you know this. I denied its call initially. Or perhaps I didn’t deem myself worthy of standing hand in hand with such an incredible, intelligent, wonderful man.”

“Miles...” Phoenix murmured, his voice and face coated with disdain.

“Especially after all I’d done. So, I of course stepped away from that gorgeous light you cast.”

“But I had no intention of losing you. Still don’t.”

The two squeezed hands, before monochrome eyes slowly crept upwards to find mismatched once more.

“Nor I you,” Miles whispered, “When your hand was presented, I could only avoid its reach for so long. There was only so much running before that warmth enveloped me. No longer could I deny the deep and complex feelings you evoked within.”

“I didn’t know how to go about it, you know. Once I had your hand, I didn’t know what to do. I stumbled a bit trying to figure it all out.” Phoenix looked downward at their connection then, a warm, tearful smile overtaking his face. “All I did know was that I was so incredibly in love with you.”

He heard Miles’ breath catch, and subsequently offered a few caresses with his thumb. The prosecutor softly cleared his throat, before he managed to tenderly continue.

“I...knew I was in love with you too. The second you found me, the second you reached me, I could feel it.”

“Yet somehow we danced circles around each other,” Phoenix shakily snickered.

“I just couldn’t comprehend it. I struggled to find mutuality. Because, I of course just wanted to see you happy. I wanted nothing but the best for you. And I wasn’t sure I fit that bill.”

“You did. You do.” Phoenix softly broke their connection for the purpose of framing his partner’s face, tenderly holding and intently staring. “God, Miles, you do. I don’t think I could love someone as much as I love you. Maybe I couldn’t even wrap my head around it either.”

“And we both experienced hardships of course.”

“Yeah. But you were there for me. You took my hand as well. You guided me and made me a stronger, better person. I wouldn’t be who I am today if not for you.”

“I of course can say the same about you. You are...” Miles heaved a shaky breath himself, before reaching to mirror the touch. “...the dearest thing in my life, Phoenix. You are my light, my guidance, my foundation, and my truth. You are so incredibly important to me, and I love you more than I ever deemed possible.”

Phoenix had heard his partner speak soft sentiments before. He had experienced the deeper, more vulnerable side of the prosecutor a handful of times. But whispered in a spot from their childhood, proclaimed as they sought to strengthen their bond...

It amplified his tears tenfold, his bottom lip wobbling as awed cascades poured forth.

“I...M-Miles...Dammit...” he croaked, leading to a playful eye roll from his partner.

“Mm, so eloquent,” Miles softly huffed.

“Shh! I...” Phoenix hesitated, overwhelmed and overflowing with adoration. He felt there wasn’t much to say to top what had just been murmured- and he also knew he dangerously close to falling apart. Consequently, he softly tugged his partner closer, and locked them in a tender kiss. He couldn’t help but whimper against the prosecutor’s lips, but he hoped to instill every bit of honeyed warmth he could manage- at least until he could properly vocalize.

“You’re my home, my warmth, my dream, my everything,” he eventually murmured, his mouth ghosting against his partner’s, “I love you more than humanely possible. You make me so so happy. There is no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. So you’re kinda...stuck with me forever.”

“I would have it no other way. You have me, always.”

“Always. I’m yours.”

The two men stared at each other for numerous beats, glassy eyes peering deeply into each other’s souls. Tears ran down Phoenix’s cheeks, whereas Miles remained unshed and unbroken. But regardless, the intense emotion was palpable, the next step dangling right there for both to grab.

“So then...” Miles whispered.

“So then...” Phoenix quietly returned.

In mirroring each other, in being on the same plane, the two simultaneously lowered to one knee, far slower and less chaotic than the previous time. Instead, it was purposeful, devout, the pair entirely interlocked as they continued. They both presented their respective boxes once more, and shakily prepared for the final step.

“Phoenix Wright?”

“Miles Edgeworth?”

“Would...would you do me the extraordinary honor...and privilege...” Miles started.

“...of becoming my husband?” Phoenix finished.

It was then that he opened his box, with Miles following closely behind. And again, did he come incredibly close to breaking. Again, did he nearly lose hold on reality.

Because of course he and Miles continued to parallel. Of course they both ran with the same idea: The ring the prosecutor was presenting glistened with blue, just as the ring he presented glistened with red. They were gifting each other’s aesthetics. They deeply recognized each other, nodded to each other, and such an element would likely switch the next time they gifted rings.

The next time they gifted rings...

“I’ve waited so long to marry you, Miles...” Phoenix managed to gasp.

“I’ve pictured no one else...”

Phoenix was barely breathing, barely thinking. But still, did the words roll off his tongue, like they had been poised to do for eternity.

“So...yes.”

The preciousness finally broke the nigh impenetrable glass, a single tear rolling down the prosecutor’s cheek as he returned the deepest sentiment.

“Yes.”

Phoenix choked out a pitiful sob, and couldn’t help but tug them both upwards, his mouth finding Miles’ the second they were standing. And it was a wonder how their kiss almost immediately felt different, tasted different. It was sweeter, purer, and more profound. It was like their lips connected in a way they hadn’t before. It was something gorgeous, something new.

Perhaps it was because they were engaged. They were engaged.

Miles Edgeworth was his fiancé.

Another heaving sob from the defense attorney forced the kiss apart, and he opted to simply bury himself against Miles’ neck, beaming and crying all the while. He snuggled as close as he could possibly manage, and relished in the feeling of hands embracing him tightly. There, he attempted to compose himself, but naturally, the opposing man didn’t make things easy.

“Pull yourself together, Wright,” Miles softly jested, his voice thick with moisture, “You’re yanking me down with you.”

“I c-can’t,” he half-laughed half-sobbed.

“Mm...Perhaps I should take advantage and christen your finger with a ring first then...”

Sobs leant more towards laughter then, the defense attorney tightly hugging the prosecutor before leaning back in the embrace.

“N-nice try! We’re still doing this together.”

“We need both hands, silly,” Miles huffed before cocking an amused brow at his partner, “Though, judging by our differing composure, I relinquish my previous statement and deem it appropriate that you go first. Before you collapse on me, that is.”

“God, I love you...” Phoenix laughed, “And yeah, no promises...”

They both snickered, before turning their attention downward. Eyeing the two rings almost choked Phoenix up something terrible, but he managed to hang on by a mere thread. He focused on the band he intended to gift, the essence of his partner, fixating on completing the beautiful tradition. With a hand, he removed the precious ring from its box. And then shakily, softly, reverently, did he grab Miles’ hand with one of his own, and slip the band onto his finger with the other.

He shivered at the sight, at the ring finally resting in its proper place. But he barely had time to process before Miles began to mirror, slipping the opposing ring onto his tanner finger in return.

And then red truly danced with blue. Blue completely intertwined with red. Two colors dazzled and sparkled beside each other- just as they had for years, and would continue to do so for the rest of their days.

Phoenix could do nothing but stare for what seemed like an eternity, his trance only broken by Miles bringing their hands upward. Once more did he press soft kisses to Phoenix’s fingers, the weight of which was far greater now. The defense had no choice but to articulate.

“I’m...I’m going to marry you.”

Phoenix let out another round of gasping breaths, and was sure his smile was going to split his cheeks as he uttered the dreamlike phrase once more.

“Oh my God...I’m going to...marry you, Miles...We’re engaged.”

“We are...” the prosecutor quietly reaffirmed.

Shivering laughs trembled both bodies, before Phoenix gently pried his hands free. He immediately reached to frame Miles’ face, and the new glisten to his finger forced further cascades down his cheeks.

“We did it...” he laughed.

And the expression that had washed over his fiancé’s face was like nothing he had ever seen. It seemed to carry a level of adoration he didn’t even know existed. It seemed to be comprised of more warmth than that of the sun on the horizon. It seemed to be an expression entirely reserved for him.

All of which told Phoenix that he had, in fact, made the best decision of his life. Though, the following murmured word from his beloved hammered it in, cemented them fully on the unified plane.

“Finally...”

[xgoldenlatiasx]

mini info dump about my p:la ocs cause they’re bouncing around in my head today

Hana

Hana is actually a daughter of a Pearl Clan and Diamond Clan member, however her mother didn’t realize that Hana’s father was a Diamond Clan member until after she found out she was pregnant. Her parents panicked and immediately split up, not wanting to be shunned by their respective clans, and once Hana was born her mother left her in the care of Cogita and returned to the Pearl Clan hoping to forget she existed. (Well, actually Hana’s mother freaked out and tried to leave Hana to die in the wilderness instead, buuut Cogita ran into her and managed to stop her. Hana’s mom was like “whatever as long as I don’t get banished” and threw the poor kid at Cogita before running back to her clan’s camp, lying and saying the baby died✌️)

Cogita never told Hana about her parents, worrying that Hana might try to go find them and inevitably be disappointed once she realizes they didn’t want her. Hana’s first Pokémon was actually a Shaymin, who wandered by the Ancient Retreat one day when it was injured and latched onto Hana after she and Cogita helped heal it. Hana also definitely befriended a bunch of other legendary Pokémon like Manaphy and the Lake trio that she didn’t realize were legendaries at the time LMAO (Hana was out here meeting gods before any of you could hold a Pokéball)

Cogita teaches her a lot about Pokémon and growing up in a place surrounded by wilderness with very few humans helped Hana connect with them easily. She can’t hear what they’re saying but she understands Pokémon on a very deep emotional level and can almost always tell how they’re feeling. Wild Pokémon were pretty much her only friends as a kid, at least until she runs into Irida and Adaman one day. The two are arguing about something out in the forest- Adaman accidentally scared away an injured Bunery that Irida was trying to help- meanwhile one of Hana’s Pokémon friends tried to lead her to said Bunery, so she was trying to look for it too, and runs into Adaman and Irida bickering instead.

She gets them both to calm down and offers to help them both look for the Bunery, and together the trio end up finding it and helping it (but not without a close call with an alpha Lopunny LMAO) after that she still hangs out with both of them, mostly individually though cause at this point Adaman and Irida still don’t rlly like each other LOL They do learn a lot from each other though, Hana learns more about the clans from them and Hana helps them form and even stronger connection with their Pokémon!

It isn’t until Hana turns 15 does she find out about what happened between her parents. Adaman and Irida somehow find out about it and tell her, which makes Hana PISSED at Cogita for hiding this from her all her life. She storms off to try and find her parents, hoping that she can convince them that they can all be a family again. She ends up finding her mother, who pretends to not know who she is and denies anything about ever having a child with a Diamond clan member at first. Eventually her mother snaps and just screams at her to leave before she ruins her life even more, heartbroken Hana at least tries to see if her father will want her. She finds her father, who is VERY surprised since he had no idea he even had a daughter, he and Hana’s mother just split up right away once they found out they were from opposite clans. He’s not as hostile towards Hana, but is still hesitant around her, while he doesn’t outright shun her he refuses to take her in.

Hana feels too guilty to return to Cogita after she yelled at her so she crashes with Adaman for a while since her father doesn’t hate her as much as her mom does therefore she feels at least a little bit safer in the Diamond Clan. Shaymin stayed with Cogita and eventually returned to the wild, so Hana doesn’t have any Pokémon for a long time, but she still spends her days taking care of the wild Pokémon and helping the Wardens whenever she can. Honestly it was her wild Pokémon friends who helped her get through those rough next few years. Once she’s 18, though, she sees how much Jubilife Village is struggling to coexist with Pokémon and she’s like “oh lord these people need all the help they can get” and ends up joining the Galaxy Team! She dedicates her survey work to helping people understand Pokémon better, and often helps introduce the townsfolk to Pokémon who can help them in their daily lives.

Eventually, her relationship with her father somewhat improves and she reconnects with Cogita, though still remains in Jubilife Village. When Auberi is banished by the Galaxy Team she’s actually the one who suggests they go to Cogita (though Volo still leads them to her). When not in her uniform she wears the Shaymin-themed outfit from the game as a way to honor her first Pokémon, hoping that one day it will forgive her for leaving it behind and come back. She also gets a Rowlet from Professor Laventon since she’s most familiar with grass types. Shaymin does eventually return and Hana catches it again :)

Extra note but Volo’s betrayal hit her hard. She didn’t exactly grow up with Volo, but during her time living with Cogita she knew him well enough to consider him a friend. Even after she moved in with Adaman and eventually to Jubilife they kept in touch, sharing stories with each other and generally goofing off. So when she, Atticus and Auberi confront him atop Spear Pillar she is PISSED

She catches Giratina sometime after that and while she does release it eventually she still spends the rest of her life looking after it doing what she can to make sure no one abuses its power again.

Atticus

Atticus is originally from Unova, and ran away to Hisui when he was 18. Everything started around the time he and his twin sister, Asher, were 11- they grew up with a mother who never wanted them to begin with and constantly neglected them. Although Asher had long accepted that their mother didn’t care for them, Atticus was always trying to win her approval, but nothing he ever did was enough.

Eventually, an old man came to their door and offered to take the twins. Their mother immediately obliged and sent them away, much to Atticus’ distraught. The old man- who’s name was Genesis Harmonia- took the two in and brought them back to his village, a small community up in a very desolate part of Unova. Atticus and Asher weren’t considered part of the Harmonia’s family, though, Genesis just had a family friend give them food and a roof over their heads. He was more their mentor than anything.

Genesis had two grandchildren- Mavis Harmonia and her older brother Gavyn Harmonia. The two were forbidden to interact with the twins at first, Gavyn isn’t really interested anyways. Mavis, however, sees how depressed Atticus is over his mother disowning him and she tries to be there for him. The two become best friends, Asher however never really trusted Genesis and avoided interacting with the Harmonias for most of her life. Asher just sits through Genesis’ lectures and zones out but Atticus does his best to learn from his teachings, not wanting to be abandoned again.

By the time he’s 13, Atticus wakes up one day to find out that Asher’s run away, without even leaving him a note or offering to take him with. Distraught over losing the only family he had left, he became solely focused on his training, shutting out the rest of the world- even drifting apart from Mavis. Genesis is a shit guy but he pretends to be a good mentor to Atticus, and Atticus is constantly afraid of Genesis abandoning him like his mother and sister did so he just follows everything he says.

Years later he’s 15 and finally gets an idea of what Genesis’ plan is- Summon the legendary dragons and use them to rule over Unova. Genesis has convinced Atticus that Unova is some horrible place and needs a king to rule it once again, and that Atticus’ destiny is to help him take the throne and drive Unova to an “ideal future”. Asher, however, saw how the world truly was- sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it was nothing like what Genesis had told her and didn’t deserved to be ruled by someone as horrible as him. She ran away cause she learned about the horrible things Genesis had done to get this far- long story short he nearly got Mavis and Gavyn killed when they were rejected by Reshiram and Zekrom (They actually have scars from this incident- Gavyn has a burn scar and Mavis has a lightning scar) and before that he killed Mavis and Gavyn’s mother (his own DAUGHTER) when she refused to help him achieve his goals. And he was planning to use Asher and Atticus to summon the dragons this time around since his grandchildren were rejected by them. He chose Asher and Atticus because he found out they were descended from the old twin kings of Unova and thought that factor would help them earn the respect of the dragons. (Also Asher DID want to take Atticus with her, but was chased out of the village before she could, and Genesis burned the note she left for him.)

Shit happens and Atticus gets Zekrom, Asher gets Reshiram with her own power and idea of truth rather than Genesis’, Asher confronts her brother and the two battle. It’s about to be a draw but Asher manages to get through to her brother, the two call off the dual and decide they were no longer going to fall for Genesis’ lies. Enraged Genesis walks in, kills the weakened Zekrom and Reshiram turning them into the stones, Atticus tries to keep the Dark Stone from him but ends up falling off the cliff he and Asher were just battling on, leaving Asher to think he was dead. Asher defeats Genesis in a rage and disappears with the Light Stone, meanwhile Atticus DID survive the fall and spends the next few years wandering Unova trying to keep the Dark Stone safe.

Eventually, when he’s 18 he comes in contact with Mavis again, and gives her the Dark Stone asking her to hide it somewhere safe. (Mavis has since cut off from her family and is living a happier life by now btw) Then Atticus leaves for Hisui hoping to start a new life, where he becomes a member of the Galaxy Team and Hana’s assistant, hoping to create a better future for people and Pokémon :)

By the time Auberi ends up in Hisui both Atticus and Hana are 20. The three of them work together to solve the weirdness with the space-time rifts and become Hisui’s chaotic trio :D

Also Hana 🤝 Atticus = having moms who don’t want them 😔

[mamahersh]

The Road to Hell (is Paved with Good Intentions) Chapter 3

“Season 8 was well underway, and the server’s first conflict is bubbling just under the surface. But BDoubleO can’t worry about that right now because he has an Etho to find so they can work on the Horse Course together. However when Xisuma calls a surprise server meeting on behalf of EvilXisuma, BDubs gets his answers about where Etho’s been in the worst way possible.”

(CW: angst, blood, gore, torture)

Chapter rating: M

Back to BDubs and friends

Welcome back to my first attempt at Ethoslab angst! Time to find out why EvilX is being evil lol. Sorry again if any of the characters are OOC, though as stated on the box, EvilX is going to be fairly OOC. If y’all have suggestions or feedback, feel free to come and say hi!

P.S. I got my inspiration for this fic from this fic over here! Give them some love too.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

“ETHO?!”

BDubs was having a waking nightmare. He had to be. This was so far out of left field, he legitimately was having problems processing whatever this was.

Here he was, standing with Doc and Beef, watching a screen with their final NHO member beat to hell and back sitting in a chair next to EvilX. Not only that, but Xisuma himself had been acting so weird up till now, and now he seemed to be just as confused as the rest of them. He could hear Iskall and Grian already going off on Xisuma (which honestly he would normally be over there right along with them), but from the looks of it, Xisuma seemed to have no idea what he just did. Which was a whole thing to unload later, because right now he didn’t like what he was seeing on the screen. 

To start, Etho didn’t have his mask on. BDubs had never seen Etho without his mask, never. He knew Beef had more than likely seen Etho without it, but that was one of those things all the Hermits had never brought up. You just didn’t ask Etho to take off his mask, and he never removed it. Also, BDubs was absolutely horrified to realize that not only was Etho chained to the chair with cuffs that looked like they were spiked inside the cuffs, but he also had stakes in his arms to keep them completely immobile. Plus, Etho was still conscious, though how much so was difficult to discern from the TV alone. And they had no idea where Etho was. They didn’t know where Etho was, and they were about to watch him probably get even more hurt. BDubs was about to pop a blood vessel, mark his words. 

“Beef. Beef, we don’t know where Etho is,” pleaded BDubs to the open air as he continued to stare at the screen. He felt a solid hand on his left shoulder, and a slightly leafy one (as only creepers could have) on his right.

“We know BDubs,” replied Beef, gripping onto the shorter one in a vague hope to comfort them both. “God, I know.” Doc gave a quiet hiss of agreement, clawed grip a bit too tight to be comfortable.

While the Hermits devolved into chaos, EvilX had stood patiently beside his captive till in a brief lull in shouting he called out, “HERMITS!” Suddenly, the group was silent, all members anxiously awaiting his words. “I hope you are all doing well in your various business ventures, but we have called you together today for an important step in my business empire!” BDubs could not let this stand.

“OY!” Suddenly every eye was turned to BDubs. EvilX looked stoic as always, expression impossible to see beneath his mask. The rest of the hermits were in various states of confusion and worry. “Now you listen HERE, you… you OAF! What do you think you’re trying to pull?! This isn’t a business deal, you’re holding Etho hostage and- !!!” Suddenly he was cut off by a worried looking Doc covering his mouth.

“Please BDubs, just a bit longer… we need to find out why first,” mumbled Doc.

“I-I must agree with BDoubleO, EX.” There was Xisuma, finally speaking up. “What you’re doing here most assuredly doesn’t seem like a business deal.”

EvilX chuckled as he placed a hand on Etho’s head and gripped his hair. “Oh, I assure you all, this is a business deal. A very pivotal one as well.” Evil X gestured grandly as he spoke with his free hand. “You see, Derpcoin has hit a plateau. A major roadblock if you will. Some of it is due to inaccessibility in the markets, you know who you are who don’t allow Derpcoin in your shops.” Here EvilX paused, the mild grandiose gesturing stilling to allow him to give a meaningful stare at the camera. Then he continued. “I tried peaceable means of convincing you all to use Derpcoin. In fact Etho here was having productive discussions with us about potentially expanding into Iskall’s prismarine business.” BDubs glanced at Iskall to see a conflicted expression on his face. “But, he had his doubts, and so he was planning on going the route of Boatem.” The air became tense as the Hermits waited with baited breath for the inevitable. The Boatem Crew in particular looked ill-at-ease, Grian’s feathers fluffed and Mumbo looking like an anxious puppy beside him. “So in response, I decided to enact a new plan for Derpcoin expansion. If you all do not accept Derpcoins in your markets:” EvilX suddenly pulled at Etho’s hair, lifting his head at an awkward angle and digging the spikes in the collar into the back of his neck. He barely let out a whimper. “I’ll make an example of Ethoslab.”

Understandably, the Hermits burst in furious bickering, not the least of which was the Boatem crew arguing heatedly amongst themselves. BDubs wanted to yell and scream; preferably at EvilX, though Etho was a close second. What he would yell at Etho for was undetermined, but he was ready to give someone a very loud series of rebukes. However, all 3 of the remaining NHO members had in one way or another ceded to EvilX’s Derpcoin cult. They had heard about Boatem being a diamond exclusive economic zone, but never in their wildest dreams had they thought this would be the end result of any of their choices. To be honest, BDubs now felt dirty accepting Derpcoin. If this was what it meant to use it, he wanted no part of it. But now, not allowing Derpcoin would lead to EvilX doing something terrible to Etho.

“Well Hermits? Will you allow Derpcoin in all your markets?” Seemed like EvilX had become impatient with them. And now all the server was staring directly at the Boatem crew because they all knew who it was EvilX wanted a response from. Mumbo, who was the most nervous, yet also CEO of their megacorp, was pushed to the front of their group. He stuttered for a few moments, looking just as terrified and lost as everyone else in the group was feeling.

But before Mumbo could say anything, they could hear Etho say, “D-don’t do it.” EvilX slowly turned his head towards Etho.

“Would you like to repeat that Ethoslab?” Never had BDubs felt so helpless. It was like watching a trainwreck in slow motion, knowing that at least one person would die in the process but there was not a single thing he could do to change it.

EvilX slowly let go of Etho’s hair, and went back to crouching, though now slightly to the side so the camera could see everything that they both were doing. Etho, meanwhile, glared at EvilX the entire time, and finally huffed out, “they shouldn’t do it.” EvilX didn’t do anything, so Etho kept going. “You and I both know there’s more t-to this than what you’re asking.” BDubs could see how nervous Etho was, how his hands spasmed and the rest of him was set more still than stone. BDubs could also see that EvilX had a knife in his hand, and he looked about ready to use it. 

“Etho!” BDubs shouted, and lurched at the screen in a failed attempt to stop the inevitable. Just as he called out, EvilX stabbed down into the meatiest part of Etho’s thigh, and left the knife there. Etho threw his head back and grit his teeth, moaning through them as he seemed to adjust. The rest of the assembled Hermits let out various noises of shock and dismay; a particularly angry screech came from Cleo, and BDubs could hear Doc angrily hissing to himself behind him.

“Let that be a lesson,” said EvilX, standing back up and turning back to face the camera. “Now, with no further interruptions,” he took a moment to turn his head back towards Etho in a meaningful gesture. “I would like your answer.”

BDubs felt his heart sink as he watched a furious flurry of whispers start up in the boatem group again while Mumbo looked uncharacteristically serious beneath all the anxiety. Mumbo pushed out from the group, though Grian latched onto his suit jacket; whether for moral support or to try to pull him back in was unclear to BDubs. “We have an answer for you.” BDubs felt Beef come back beside him to grip onto his shoulder. “We…” Everyone seemed to hold their breath, or maybe that was just him. “... will NOT accept Derpcoin as a legitimate form of currency in our shops.” He felt his breath leave him. His feelings were mixed up in a boiling stew, though if he had to pick a predominant one, it would have to be dread. “We can’t justify allowing the use of alternate forms of currency until there is a transparent, stable conversion rate between them and diamonds; as well as a way to easily convert the currency to diamonds. If people on the server want to use derpcoins at our shops, they should be able to exchange them for diamonds so that we are all aware of the actual value they are using in our shops.” Mumbo deflated a bit after he had said his piece, almost seeming to fall back into Grian’s white knuckled grip on his suit. They all knew that he had doomed Etho. BDubs could feel Beef behind him getting tenser, and he thought that if he looked behind, he’d see the rage building on the alien face.

“He did not just sacrifice Etho for his shopping district,” muttered Beef from behind. “He absolutely did not just sacrifice Etho to guarantee a profit for his fucking mega-corp.” BDubs heard a whirr of machinery, and Doc hissing behind him, “Beef, you know why he did it. Etho himself didn’t want them to give in to EX’s demands.”

“That doesn’t make it right, though!” angrily whisper-screamed Beef.

“Will you two just drop it?!” exclaimed BDubs, turning around to them both. Doc and Beef both looked mildly shocked and embarrassed. “There are bigger things we gotta deal with, like trying to save Etho from whatever horror show EvilX has cooked up right now!”

A sudden laugh from the screen shut him down however, as EvilX faced the camera. “Oh please. By the time you find me, I will already be done! But how about a challenge then?” EvilX gestured at the surrounding stone on his end of the screen. “I shall give you an x coordinate, and you can have Etho back once you find him! However, at least one of you has to stay back and watch, and I’ve messed with the respawn mechanics. Now, you respawn where you die, and you only come back with two hearts. I think you can connect the dots. And remember, I am doing this, because the kiddie gloves are off. You forced my hand. I would never have done this if you had just accepted Derpcoin when I offered it to you.”

“And now,” with a flourish, EvilX brought up his communicator and typed a quick command into it. “You can find me at x=537.” 

BDubs frantically tried to remember coordinates, but his usual estimations were falling through his brain like sand through his fingers. “Say, that’s not too far from our base!” called out Stress, Tay and False nodding along beside her. “We could start at my base and work out from there perhaps?” Suddenly it seemed like every hermit was piping in. 

“I’m fairly certain the Goatem Pole is by those coordinates!” called out Impulse.

“My base is nearby as well!” called out iJevin.

“Our base is along that axis as well!” called out Cleo, Joe looking ill-at-ease beside her, though nodding along.

“Fucker couldn’t make it easy, could he?” mumbled Beef, glaring intently at the screen. It’s a point somewhere along the longest axis of the island with the most players situated along it, realized BDubs a moment too late. It would take them hours to search along that x coordinate.

“I’ll stay,” called Mumbo, an odd mixture of sheepish and serious sounding. “It was my choice that put Etho into this situation, so I will stay to see the consequences of my actions and be with him the best way I can be.” Here Mumbo looked fully ashamed. “Plus, I will be the first to admit I am not good at finding my way around, muchless finding a hidden bunker.”

“I’ll stay with you,” stated TFC from the opposite end of the crowd. “I’m not in my prime anymore, so I would be best with those staying behind with Etho.”

“I’ll help with the search,” said BDubs, unable to contain himself any longer. He wanted, no needed, to find Etho, and the only way he could do that would be to go with the search group.

And after a bit more haggling, the groups were divided up as to who would stay, and who would go.

Going was the gals, BDubs, iJevin, the Boatem Crew minus Mumbo and Scar, Beef, Ren, Horsehead Farms, and Welsknight

Staying was TFC, Xisuma, Mumbo, Scar, Joe, and Doc.

With that, BDubs and the rest of the search party shot off, plan set up and in motion; and all BDubs could do was hope they wouldn’t be too late.

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atsumu, bokuto and y/n made their way out of the training grounds and through to the back exit where a car was waiting to take them. the head coach had advised the three travel privately to avoid disruption from the public and causing an unneeded scene.

as usual, bokuto was his excitable self chatting to the pair about how excited he way to go into tokyo and get refitted for a new jersey. y/n found herself smiling and listening to the boy patiently, but this didn't stop her from noticing that atsumu had been strangely quiet since he’d come downstairs to meet the pair. usually he’d have comments and contribute to the conversation and usual banter they would usually have, but today he sat quietly and looked bothered by something.

after 15 minutes of talking y/n’s ear off, bokuto had busied himself looking out the window and taking countless photos of himself and the scenery they drove past to send to akaashi. y/n turned to face atsumu who was staring mindlessly in front of him.

“what’s up with you this morning?”

atsumu was brought out of his trance as he turned to face the concerned girl.

“nothin. just tired.”

blunt response. but that's what atsumu was known to be. he never felt the need to beat around the bush, he always got straight to the point and would give blunt answers with no mind of anyone else’s opinion on the matter.

you hummed and studied his face. maybe he was tired, you couldn't say for sure, but even when he genuinely had been in the past he had still managed to seem a bit more optimistic than what he was being today.

deciding to let it go, you pulled out your phone to check through your emails and messages from the PR team and message ICS, the company who provided and sponsored the team for uniform and such, that the three were on their way and would be in their company within the next hour if traffic wasn't heavy.

-

the three arrived at their destination after travelling what felt like hours, but in reality was only an hour and a half. sure, the training grounds were in tokyo but to get to the other side where ICS were based, traffic and routes extended the journey for longer than one would think. 

bokuto had ended up falling asleep, y/n had spent most of her time replying to emails and sending updates of training regimes and schedules back and fourth to iwaizumi and the head coach and atsumu had more a less sulked the whole journey.

“okay you two remember what i said, in and out. got it?”

the two nodded, bokuto showing a lot more energy than atsumu. the three were escorted out of the vehicle and into the back entrance of the ICS head offices. upon entering, the three were greeted by several workers who offered their hospitality and good luck for their upcoming games.

after checking in and being led to a waiting room, the trio let out a sigh of relief upon managing to arrive without any disturbance. 

bokuto insisted he needed to go to the toilet before they got called in to get fitted and was directed down the hall to the closest one. 

the silence between atsumu and y/n was tense and unsettling which was unusual. both obviously wanted to say something to desperately fill the deafening void of silence but neither knew what to say.

“so, oikawa will be back soon huh. guess we’re not going to see you for a bit.”

y/n’s eyes widened slightly. why wouldn't she be seeing her own team for a while just because oikawa was arriving back home.

“no. you’re my main priority right now. i’ll see more of him after the games, i’m a trainer for you not him.”

atsumu tilted his head and turned away for a moment.

you stared at the boy in utter confusion. he had been acting up lately and you hadn't a clue why. osamu’s message about his behaviour had been living rent free in your mind since the night he messaged you privately. the same night atsumu told the group he was making it his own responsibility to look out for y/n.

y/n smiled slightly at the memory. the two would bicker childishly with atsumu refusing to take y/n’s orders seriously and y/n growing tired of his endless teasing, but their friendship was good. they were both open and understanding towards each other just how y/n was with every other msby player on the team. sure, she had been polite to the new players when the 4 black jackals had been scouted to the national team, but y/n had a soft spot for the 4 boys she had been training before teaming up with iwaizumi to take on a national team.

atsumu wasn’t someone who hid his emotions well. he was expressive and didn't care who was around if he wanted to make a scene. he was open and honest and that was something y/n appreciated. she did notice that he’d often struggle to sympathise and comfort others though. he’d prefer not to show his vulnerability and put up a rather bland and tough front to break through at times. after atsumu had declared his views on the whole situation, y/n couldn't help but feel warm inside when atsumu showed he cared. it must've really meant something to him because he wasn’t the type to openly care about things especially not situations like you were currently in. it was nice to know he cared but you were bothered by the fact he felt affected. he shouldn't have to worry about such things when the situation didn't directly concern him.

“you know i’m proud of ya right?”

atsumu mumbled quietly his face still turned away.

“hm?”

“like, you've ‘ad to put up with alotta shit recently and ya still manage to show up and train us everyday and keep us motivated. we’ve never thanked ya for everythin you've done for us n’ no matter what i’m always gonna ‘ave yer back”

once again miya atsumu had left y/n speechless. 

y/n smiled at him as he slowly turned to face her again.

“thanks atsumu, it means a lot. i hope you know how proud i am of all of you individually though, that's why i want to do my best to make sure you can do yours too.”

he gave her a small smile before relaxing back into his chair.

the once heavy silence now lifted as the two of them sat there smiling waiting for the inevitable return of their ace.

-

the rest of the afternoon went by swiftly, none of them had realised they’d ended up spending most of the day in the offices as the process took a little longer than y/n had initially thought. both boys got remeasured and to their satisfaction they had indeed built up more muscle from their intense training causing their new jerseys having to be altered quite a bit from their last ones. after that, they were taken into a studio for updated shots to be taken of them for future reference for if they ever needed any more altercations done in the time to come, lunch was provided for them all as they took a break and another 2 hours was taken up discussing when the jerseys could be collected and y/n had gone to contact iwaizumi to check if any other players needed any extra uniform or anything else sent to them while she was there.

since y/n’s last conversation with atsumu, he’d seemed to have perked up more and was sharing the normal banter he usually would with both bokuto and yourself as they got measured and fitted.

with a final thanks to the team at ICS, the three team japan members were taken back to the car waiting out the back for them. 

despite the fact, all three had spent most of the day out, it hadn’t felt like long. y/n’s body said otherwise though as she found herself feeling slightly drowsy on the ride back to the dorms. atsumu and bokuto looked at each other as y/n leant against the window resting her eyes and tipping between the state of falling asleep and barely staying conscious. 

they had to get y/n back to her apartment for the party oikawa and the others had been planning for her for the past few weeks. 

“hey, you good?”

bokuto tapped y/n gently as he gave her a warm smile to which the girl returned.

“yeah, just a little worn out but i’ll rest a little later. thank you both for being so compliant with myself and the others today, you’re both stars.”

atsumu leant forward so he could look at the fitness trainer.

“could ya repeat that, record it and send it to the group chat, i don't think omi or samu would believe us if we told em you just said that.”

there was the atsumu y/n knew. he had snapped out of whatever mood he had been in recently and completely returned to her now.

she snickered softly and gently flicked his forehead.

“they're just gonna have to take your word for it tsumu.”

and just like that, y/n rested her head back against the window and allowed her eyes to shut for just a few moments. 

wasting no time, bokuto causally took out his phone and turned the brightness down in hopes not to catch y/n’s attention. opening his contacts he dropped a quick text to iwaizumi to let him know the three of them were on their way back and should be arriving within the next 45 minutes at the latest. 

5 minutes later iwaizumi responded thanking him for the update and letting him know more-a-less everything was ready for y/n to return to. they just needed to get her home back to her apartment without raising any suspicion from her. 

-

30 minutes had passed and the car was driving through the now familiar scenes of tokyo y/n, bokuto and atsumu were more used to. y/n had drifted off into a light sleep, bokuto updating Iwaizumi and akaashi every so often and atsumu had been gathering his thoughts while staring out the window. 

the familiar views of certain signs and buildings invaded atsumu’s view as he noted that they were almost back to y/n’s apartment. he nudged bokuto and signalled for him to wake y/n up gently as carrying her to the apartment building was not going to be an option.

“hey y/n, we’re almost back to your apartment.”

bokuto gently shook the peacefully sleeping girl as she began to stir in her sleep.

atsumu watched as y/n rubbed her eyes and gently smiled at the two boys. just seeing her like this made him anxious. y/n was anything but weak but seeing her so gentle and soft made atsumu feel like he had even more reason to make sure she was kept from harm both physically and emotionally. 

as the three grew closer to y/n and iwaizumi’s shared apartment atsmu’s nerves grew a little. y/n had announced she was dating the argentina player almost a year ago now and atsumu had yet to meet him. he had grown close to y/n with her being their athletics trainer for msby. he found himself respecting and trusting the girl as she grew along with the team and he found a comfort in her also announcing that she was going to be working alongside iwaizumi to train the national team he had been scouted for. 

having never met oikawa before, atsumu was skeptical. sure, he’d heard great things about the player from teammates, both athletic trainers and the media, but he needed his own opinion. y/n was someone atsumu cared for even though he wasn't always the most obvious with showing it, he was like that with a lot of people, sakusa included.

y/n was right in pointing out that atsumu was selfish but he always had good intention and she knew it. he was naturally protective and that was his way of showing he cared. sure, it could've been seen as selfish behaviour but to atsumu, his over protectiveness was just his way of showing others that he did in fact care and right now, y/n was the one he felt the need to protect.

he cared for the girl and even though he would never bring himself to admit it out loud, he would always be concerned for her and have her back if she ever needed him, the same way he would for bokuto, hinata and kiyoomi.

-

the car pulled up outside the apartment complex and y/n opened the door to get out. she leaned against the door frame as she attempted to bid both players a goodnight and one last thanks for their cooperation for the day. atsumu got out the car on the other side to which bokuto followed, confusing the girl who had just tried to say goodbye.

“come on y/n, let us take you.”

“are you gonna kidnap me or something?” y/n asked teasingly as bokuto gave her a grin.

“nah, just wanna do one last nice thing for ya tonight.”

y/n smiled and thanked the driver with the two boys following suit as the car drove off. 

“you’ll be good walking back to the dorms right?”

“yeah.” the two players said in unison.

the trio walked into the complex acknowledging the doorman and girl typing away at the front desk. 

taking the elevator up to the top floor to the lavish apartment both athletic trainers shared, the three shared casual banter as they approached the door.

“well, thanks you two, see you both tomorrow yeah?”

y/n went to open her door with neither boys moving. y/n just assumed they wanted to make sure she got in okay before taking their leave.

a little more playing with the keys in the door and y/n managed to swing the door open to her apartment left in darkness. the girl sighed and stepped inside as she went to flick the light switch.

before she could though the lights flashed on by themselves and y/n jumped back slightly.

‘SUPRISE!”

before her were akaashi, kuroo, kenma and a few others from nekoma you recognised, daichi, sugawara and asahi, kiyoko and tanaka had also made an appearance, yahaba, kyotani, matsukawa, hanamaki, sakusa, hinata, osamu and iwaizumi. 

and then she saw him.

tears welled up in her eyes as there stood her boyfriend of over a year.

the man she’d fallen in love with during high school but never bothered confessing to.

the man that had waited until his high school days were over and waited until he was on track for his own goals to confess to her.

the man that had promised her he’d do everything to make their relationship work despite the impossible distance between the two of them.

the man that she’d managed to build a strong relationship with practically through calls and texts.

there stood oikawa tooru.

y/n wasted no time throwing herself into him as she sobbed into his shoulder.

he could only let out a laugh as he let a few of his own tears slip out as he wrapped his arms around her bringing her even closer than before.

“y-you its you -but how? w-when did you get here, why didn't you tell me? fuck tooru, it’s you”

“shhh yeah, i’m here, I've got you yeah? i’m here y/n.”

everyone watched as the couple embraced each other for the first time in months. 

bokuto bounded over to akaashi telling him what a good job he did even though akaashi corrected him saying how it was actually the old aoba johsai third years who planned and got everything together. paying no mind to him, bokuto proceeded to greet others dragging his best friend along with him.

atsumu leaned off the doorframe and made his way inside the spacious apartment nodding a thanks to the others.

osamu made his way over to his brother to greet him properly.

“fitting went well then?”

“yeah.”

“must've taken a while ya didn't stop by.”

“nah we were there all day sorry.”

“don't apologise.”

osamu glanced at his brother who was observing oikawa and y/n.

“you... okay?” osamu cautiously asked his brother not wanting to step over any boundaries and cause a scene in front of everyone.

“still dunno if i can trust him.”

atsumu patted his brothers shoulder not giving him a chance to respond and gave him a small smirk.

“right, lets go greet everyone then, don't wanna seem rude.”

“you already come across rude.”

atsumu only snickered and ushered his brother out of view of the reunited couple and into the crowd of guests who were conversing in excitement.

osamu knew his brothers guard was still up but decided to drop it.

for tonight anyway.

-

the rest of the evening went smoothly with oikawa being able to properly reunite with former rivals and teammates. everyone was sharing past stories about highschool bringing laughter around the complex. 

music was going, lights were dimmed and everyone relaxed themselves and enjoyed the event as this was the first time in a while a gathering so big had happened. even sakusa looked like he was somewhat enjoying himself.

y/n hardly left tooru that night. he clung to her an equal amount. the two practically inseparable but that was to be expected after all. 

oikawa had his arm wrapped around y/n for majority of the evening and she found herself savouring the physical affection she’d been deprived of for months.

3 hours in and everyone had all caught up with each other for the most part. the party was still in full swing as everyone had a good time.

y/n and oikawa softly swaying to the sound of the music in the background as they let themselves fall into their own little world.

“i still can't believe you’re here.”

“i still can't believe it either.” oikawa sighed as he pressed a soft kiss to his girlfriends head.

“y/n look at me for a second.”

the girl looked up to look at her boyfriends now serious face.

“i know we won't get to spend too much time together, not until after the games anyway, but now that i’m here i hope you know i have every intention to give you all the affection you should've received over the months. i’ve missed you a stupid amount and i can't even tell you how happy i am right now.”

for the second time that night, tears pooled in y/n’s eyes as she threw her arms around her boyfriend.

“i love you tooru.” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

that was enough for the boy to throw his arms tightly around y/n’s shoulders and pull her into him.

nothing could've ruined the night.

in that moment everything was right in the world.

the peaceful sanctuary y/n had been craving lately had finally returned back into her arms and she couldn't be happier.

everything was finally falling into place.

but being in your own world will stop you from noticing your surroundings and whats anyone else is doing.

one mistake was all it took and y/n and oikawa were going to suffer at the hands of the people who they’d been doing their best to avoid for months on end.

the media.

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!!!Please note!!! All of the things stated in this blog are my own personal opinions and not meant to imply canon. My purpose is spilling out some headcanons for a crack ship cause it makes me happy. If you don't like this ship, feel free to ignore this post! Thank you and enjoy :)

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These are in no particular order, just whatever comes to mind! I'll try to keep somewhat of a timeline in the beginning, but a fully-fleshed out, AO3 fanfic style timeline is a whole post by itself. (I'll gladly type that out too if you think you'll enjoy it 🥴) Creds to my friend for helping me out with some of this!!!

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RANDOM HEADCANONS ;

*Short and sweet, no particular order.

• They both love My Chemical Romance; Jiro's favorite album is Danger Days and Jyushi's is Welcome To The Black Parade. (another shoutout to my MCR fans.)

• Jiro plays MCR songs on his guitar for Jyushi to cheer him up.

• Jiro tried to teach Jyushi to play soccer, but he cried went he got mud on his boots and Jiro decided it would be better if Jyushi just watched instead.

• They read Junji Itō together on rainy days, usually accompanied by a blanket and tea that Ichiro made for them.

• They both have AO3 & Wattpad accounts for the sake of reading all the horrible fanfictions and giggling over them.

• Despite really enjoying each other's company, they still bicker like they did when they fake dated.

• Ichiro is proud of his brother for finally finding someone who he can spend time wish, while Kuko is completely disgusted by the fact Jyushi has a date. ( /lh ) Parents.

• Jiro once texted Ichiro, verbatim, "Can u tell your boyfriend's emo friend to text me back" and Ichiro left him on read.

• They once went on a double date with Ichiro and Kuko and I'm sure everyone can imagine how horrible and awkward that turned out.

• They are avid Guitar Hero and Dance Dance Revolution players and usually have competitions to see who can score higher.

• Jyushi gave Jiro a wolf stuffed animal to match with Amanda and Jiro falls asleep with it in arms reach every night.

• Jyushi is a vegetarian and Jiro always remembers to get him something meat-free when they go out to eat.

TIMELINE HEADCANONS ;

• Jiro and Jyushi originally didn't like each other very much; Jiro thought Jyushi might be as stuck-up as everyone says he was, and Jyushi assumed that Jiro thought that. They didn't avoid one another, but they definitely didn't go out of their ways to interact.

• They were in a fake relationship for a few weeks, just because they were tired of being teased for constantly being alone. It happened at a high school dance, when Jiro went to sit on the bleachers and saw Jyushi sitting there too. He decided to sit next to him and it caused them to bicker back and forth for a while, then it dissolved into them devising a plan to "fake date". (If y'all want that extended timeline post...)

cont. : When they were around other people, like walking down the hallway, they would very begrudgingly hold hands. Jiro comments about how cold Jyushi's hands are and Jyushi snaps back with something like, "Well, your hands are clammy- s-so. . . Shut up!" This would inevitably lead to them bickering, shushing each other, smiling awkwardly at the people around them, shared glare, and repeat.

• They only really started to like each other's company when they realized that they had none in common than they thought. In canon, Jiro loves manga and Jyushi likes alternative fashion (visual kei), so naturally one of the things they had in common was owning Junji Itō mangas. They also share similar music taste, My Chemical Romance being the main one. ;)) This was found out when Jyushi went to Jiro's place for the first time. It was necessarily planned, but in a moment of worry they made plans to hang out within earshot of the other students. Jyushi didn't really pick up on the fact it was just a show and showed up at Jiro's place later that day.

• Their first official date happened partly because they realized they may actually have feelings for one another, and because the questions about how long they'd been together, how many dates they'd been on, how they met from their classmates became unavoidable. Since both of them are pretty terrible liars, they decided the only way to get out of this was an actual date. . . Were they lowkey flirting then? Absolutely.

• Because they're both teenagers with not much in the way of an income other than their rap groups, their first date was at a foodcart. The place was too crowded and loud for Jyushi's liking, and Jiro being the natural gentleman he is offered to buy their meals so Jyushi could get away from the noise.

cont. // slight writing bonus : Jyushi sits on a stairway away from the foodcarts, looking at the bright lights of the Shinjuku division. It doesn't take long for Jiro to return with their food--burgers. Jiro digs around in the paper bag containing their food awkwardly for a moment before pulling one out and handing it to Jyushi.

Jyushi hesitates as well, but eventually takes it from Jiro, who only then sits down next to him on the stairwell. He sits closer than Jyushi would have expected. Jyushi huffes, pulling back the wrapping of the burger, he turns to Jiro with a slightly annoyed expression, opening his mouth to speak;

"You know, I'm vegetarian. . . -"

"I know. It-it's a veggie burger."

Jyushi closes his mouth again and a small blush creeps over his face. His and Jiro's eyes meet for a moment,

"Oh. . . Well, thank you. . ."

and then he looks away before taking a quick bite of the burger in order to hide his face.

It seemed silly. . . though, no one had ever been that observant or caring toward him.

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