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cool with you | jeon jungkook

summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

➣ genre/au: strangers to friends to lovers. smut. afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk

➣ 14.6k words

warnings: f2l. s2l. oc dated Tae but only implied. tae is kinda an asshole. jk likes to mind his business but his neighbor was loud af. he jumps into a pool with oc. oc is a hot mess and a little crazy. unprotected intercourse. couch sex. mutual masturbation. rising. missionary. jk had a big one 😛. shirtless jk. he literally just be picking up oc whenever he feels like it. oc lowkey stresses him out like all the time. tae did Jk dirty before. mutual pining. heavy petting. make out. idk y’all this jk kinda deserves the world.

song inspo: cool with you — new jeans [you know me like no other]

Jungkook was not the type to care, and that’s him putting it simply. He considered himself an average guy, he had friends and he went out and he studied well. He went to parties and stayed in to play video games, very average. The girls he hooked up with always knew he wasn’t looking for anything serious and the guys he hung out with were as carefree as he was. The point is, he does his own thing and stays out of drama, that’s how he likes it.

He does everything he can to stay out of

complicated situations, so when he overheard something he definitely shouldn't have… he tried to ignore it.

“Yes, we broke up.”

All he wanted was to enjoy his cigarette on his balcony without having to listen in on his neighbor’s phone call because they had their window open.

“No, I am not crying.”

It sounds like you are.

“I swear, I’m not.”

Jungkook swears you were. He doesn’t care… he’s just nosy and it’s not like he could ignore how loud you were. It was actually a surprise, he’s never interacted with you aside from the occasional pounding on the wall to tell him to keep it down. He finds it rare whenever you’re the one being louder than he was and on this particular night he couldn’t help but listen in on your conversation.

“I already got all my things out of Taehyung’s place, we’re done, seriously.”

A cloud of smoke covered the air above him as he released an exhale and hit the cigarette against his ashtray to get some of the excess ash off. A small smirk came to his face as he came to realize what a hypocrite he was. After going on and on about being a drama free dude, he stands here to listen to his neighbor talk about Taehyung, this mysterious ex of yours.

Funny thing actually, Jungkook used to know a guy named Taehyung. It was a somewhat common name, maybe, and it sounded similar to others so maybe he’s just hearing wrong but it was funny nonetheless—especially if Taehyung really was the right name.

“I'm just over it now, it was always the same thing with him,” your voice sounded a bit clearer now and he honestly forgot he was even eavesdropping, “Kim Taehyung doesn’t care about anybody but himself and I’m just tired of following him around.”

The cigarette dangling between his teeth as he glanced over to your balcony almost fell when his eyes met yours. You had already stopped talking but you stood at your open window now, phone in your hand, and looking right at him. Like usual, you didn’t acknowledge each other aside from a quick up and down stare and when it became clear to you that he heard it all, you slammed your window shut with a glare.

Jungkook snatched the cigarette from his lips and quickly put it out before taking a step back so he could close his window too. He immediately threw himself down on his couch reaching for his PS5 controller and scrolling through his friends, inviting random ones to log on and play him.

It was a lazy, peaceful night, for him at least.

You stared at the picture in your Snapchat memories with disgust. You were in the second stage of grief, ‘anger’, and every stupid picture of Taehyung that popped up on your phone just pissed you off.

One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days with that guy just for him to bring up a break up on your anniversary? What a fucking asshole.

“I hate men,” you said mindlessly as you swung your legs back and forth on the edge of your friend’s bed, “No offense.”

“None taken,” Jimin walked around the bed, picking up whatever mess he had on the floor, “But I still can’t believe it’s been a week already. How does it feel to officially be single again? Have you talked to him?”

You released a scoff, “Not after I got all my things.”

Here’s the thing, despite the argument you had before the break up, it felt so out of the blue. You didn’t think that a conversation over the fact that he prioritized quite literally everything else but you. His photography was more important, his friends were, his gaming was… everything and when you brought it up to him an argument ensued and boom:

“If you feel that way then maybe we should just break it off, Y/n.”

“Fine, maybe we should.”

And that’s how you found yourself single and heartbroken on the day that was supposed to be your one year anniversary.

Now you’re at your friend’s house having to recount everything that happened the other night because despite telling him everything on the phone and through texts, Jimin still needed an in-person retelling.

After a while of being bored with nothing to do at his place, you decided to move it to yours where you planned to also do nothing and be bored—but with a change of scenery. He drove you both back to your apartment with no desire to do anything but continue to shit talk just in a new environment. The drive wasn’t long at all and it didn’t take much time for the two of you to be trudging up the three flights of stairs to your floor talking about whatever came to mind.

The second you got even close to your door, you heard it. Your neighbor, like usual, was being loud. From the way he was yelling you could tell he’s playing some video game right now and he never had a sense of awareness when he’s in a match. You let out a sigh as you struggled with your key for a minute and Jimin looked to your neighbor’s door, “The walls are paper thin, aren’t they?”

“Yup,” you huffed, finally pushing your door open, “And he’s always loud like that. You should hear when he has a girl over.”

“Is that why you were always at Taehyung’s?” He asked you.

“Kind of? He hasn’t lived here for long but ever since then he’s just been driving me crazy,” you told him as you looked for your remote control to turn the tv on. Jimin couldn’t help but smirk as an idea came to mind.

“You should sleep with him,” he said as he plopped down on your couch, “Nice little rebound sex and if you hear him having sex then that’s gotta mean he’s good.”

You rolled your eyes joining him on the couch, “Shut up, why don’t you go and see, yourself then?”

“Not my type.”

“You haven’t even seen him.”

“I just know,” Jimin said.

The topic of your neighbor fell once your friend and you got bored of it and found something else to do.

That night, after Jimin had left, you found yourself in a strange predicament. Now that you’re alone with your thoughts you couldn’t help but think about your ex again and that led to where you are now:

With a tub of half eaten ice cream in front of you and large, unnecessary crocodile tears falling down your cheeks. Some sad Taylor Swift played loudly in the background and you found yourself singing along annoyingly hiccuping while crying.

“NOW IM IN EXILE SEEING YOU OUT.”

Just next door, your neighbor was busy on his own. Well, okay, he’s not busy but he was trying to nap. He worked practically all night last night and he hasn’t been able to catch up on his sleep. He would’ve been asleep already if his neighbor wasn’t blurting out the wrong lyrics to Taylor Swift on the other side of the drywall. He was beginning to understand how annoyed you would get whenever he was too loud.

He tried to ignore it for a while but when the sad songs changed to upbeat ones that have you belching the lyrics loudly, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stormed out of his apartment and right next door where he pounded on the door loudly, hearing you scream.

It took you a moment to realize someone was knocking and he could tell because you lowered the music enough to hear him knock. A few seconds later the door opened just slightly and realizing it was your neighbor you opened it a little more.

Jungkook was shocked at the sight of you, bloodshot eyes and smeared mascara as you smiled and said, “Hello?”

He blinked in disbelief at the way you looked but tried moving on past that, accidentally blurting out something he didn’t intend to, “Do you mind keeping it down? I’m trying to sleep and I would rather not hear you sing Taylor Swift extremely off key at the top of your lungs—“

“I’ve gotta listen to you all the time,” you told him with narrowed eyes, glaring at him. He released a sigh, “I know and now I get it but I’ve been listening to pretty much every single part of how your break up went down and that’s not something I’m interested in. Kim Taehyung is not worth all this moping around.”

The words slipped but he knew he messed up when your eyes widened in surprise and before he could apologize and say he didn’t mean to eavesdrop and that you were just so loud, you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him inside. Jungkook stumbled along, hitting the door on his way in and you shut it behind him asking, “How do you know Taehyung?”

Shit, he thought as he looked down at how close your face was to his, still holding him by his shirt and he had to move your hand before he could answer. He didn’t mean to say that but it just slipped and now he has to explain himself to his hot mess of a neighbor.

“Um,” he waited, trying to piece together how to say it, “I overheard you on the phone the other day and the name was familiar and… well, he’s an old friend of mine.”

“Then why haven’t I ever heard of you? Wait, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Jeon Jungkook, and that’s probably because him and I haven’t been on talking terms in a while,” Jungkook said vaguely, “And you were never really home until, I’m assuming, this break up.”

“It’s because you’re so loud, yourself, that it would drive me insane so I would just spend time at his place instead,” you said honestly as you finally went to turn off the song, at least that’s what he thought, but next thing he knew you were playing the beginning of an anime, Toradora, and singing along to the intro. You didn’t even seem to care he was in here.

“What happened? You guys had a fall out?” You asked, clearly not planning on kicking him out just yet and he walked over to where you sat and joined you, “Who said you could sit on my couch?”

That made him roll his eyes despite not knowing you and he sat anyway, “Uh because you dragged me in here and started asking me questions. I’m not just gonna stand, plus I can’t nap because of you so I guess I’m watching too, who’s your favorite character?”

“Ryuuji, I like his simplicity but I’m a fan of Ami’s too, she’s had the best character growth through the show and manga,” you said as you played a random episode.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Jungkook said making himself comfortable, “I like Ryuuji too, I think he’s a bit misunderstood and I know Taiga bullies him but I don’t know, I like that he’s comfortable with her and the way him and his mom took her in? Heart bursted right there.”

“Yeah, Taiga is just his neighbor but he recognized how hard it was for her to do things on her own and it was like an instant connection between the two. He didn’t mind nurturing her but also helping her see right and wrong, vise versa.” You told him turning the volume up and he nodded.

“What’s your name again?” He asked, hearing you sniffle but not bother to wipe off the mascara that ran down your cheeks. You picked up your ice cream tub and began to eat again, “Y/n.”

“Nice to formally meet you.”

The night was long and Jungkook was stuck at work. He can’t even explain how many drunk people he’s had to turn away already and the night has just begun. His friends stood at his side all doing the same thing, checking IDs, taking entrance fees, stopping bar goers from taking their drinks outside when they leave, etc.

“So your neighbor was dating Taehyung and you didn’t even know?” Namjoon asked as he flashed a light on someone’s driver’s license.

“I had never seen him in our building but to be fair she was rarely home and I didn’t have much of a reason to pay attention,” Jungkook said motioning for a group of guys to enter.

“That’s crazy,” Hoseok said as he came over with a box of donuts, “How long has it been since you and him even talked?”

Jungkook shrugged as he took a hit of his vape, “Like two years? How was I even supposed to know he was in a relationship?”

“True,” Namjoon said, letting another group in, “It doesn’t matter to you, it’s just crazy that your neighbor was the one dating him. Is she cute?”

“Hey, can I hit your vape?” Some girl asked as Jungkook checked her ID. She was cute and dressed for a night out bud he wasn’t even paying attention.

“No,” he said to her but Namjoon made a face that immediately made him backtrack, “I mean, yes she is cute—no to hitting my vape.”

“Ooo, maybe you should comfort her and see where it goes,” Hoseok joked, making Jungkook shake his head no, watching his friend eat a donut.

“Are you crazy? She seems like a lot and I would rather not get involved in any drama with him again. She’s cool though,” Jungkook said before turning to Hoseok again, “Where'd you get the donuts?”

“Some girl,” he said with a shrug, “Want one?”

Jungkook took one and bit into it, “And let me tell you, she seems like a lot to handle so I don’t even get how her and Taehyung got together.”

Namjoon chuckled, “Are you that curious? What happened to staying out of the drama?”

“I mean… that’s what I want but considering she’s loud when she cries it’s kinda hard not to get involved, Y/n sang like six heartbreak songs the other day and I basically got serenaded,” Jungkook said dramatically, “But I’m leaving it alone. I don’t want anything to do with Taehyung and whatever heartbroken girl he left this time.”

By the time they all got off work it was a little past 3:00am and he was absolutely beat. All he wanted to do was get home and make himself some of his special ramen and knock out but as he got to his door it was hard for him to ignore the sounds of pans clattering next door. He knocked on your door before he could stop himself and waited for you to open.

“It’s you again,” you said and you wore a tank top that showed a bit of your mid drift and some plaid boxer shirt with long socks, “Don’t tell me I’m being loud again, I’m so hungry I think I’ll die if I don’t eat something right now.”

You immediately went into a mini rant like he was a friend of yours and although it surprised him, he found himself saying, “I’m hungry too, I’m gonna make ramen, want some?”

Your eyes widened hopefully, “Please?”

“Come over.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure why he even bothered talking to you but he’s gotta be honest… he’s a sucker for girls crying. Listen, he’s been in relationships but he doesn’t care much for them. Of course when he’s actually in one he tends to pay attention to his partner a lot but truthfully, they’re kinda a bother. He’s not saying he wants a relationship with you but he’s been pretty closed off lately and maybe this is a sign that he should try and befriend people outside of his circle.

Anyways, now you’re over at his place and it’s nearly 4:00am but he’s in his kitchen making ramen as you looked through his manga collection.

“Wow, you’re like a weeb,” you said, “You’ve got all the popular ones too. Demon Slayer, Naruto — god awful taste — One Piece, Jesus the whole collection of Attack on Titan? You even got little figurines, yeah you’re a weeb.”

“Hey,” Jungkook glared at you, choosing to ignore your weeb comments in favor of asking, “What’s wrong with Naruto?”

“Nothing,” You said with a shrug, “I just personally don’t trust a man who loves Naruto.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he chuckled, “Okay, I don’t love Naruto but it’s nostalgic—and don’t lie, it’s not that bad.”

“I mean it’s not… but it’s not that good either,” you said, “I’m more of a shoujo girly so just ignore me.”

“Have you even watched it then?”

“Obviously,” you said, finally returning to him, “Are you almost done? I’m starving.”

“Are you always this impatient?” Jungkook asked and it’s strange that neither one of you have taken the time to note that you’re really just strangers. You’re not friends and you’ve barely started interacting but for some reason it felt like you’ve been friends for a long time. There was no awkwardness now and it kills him to know you used to date Taehyung because you’re nothing like him.

It shouldn’t matter to him, and it doesn’t but… it’s just strange. When he was friends with Taehyung it was mostly because they had a lot of history and not because they were similar. Jungkook was very different from him and oftentimes it would lead to unnecessary disagreements that friends shouldn’t have. It’s just hard to imagine your relationship with him and how you’ve landed yourself hanging out with Jungkook instead.

He’s a little uncomfortable with that because of what Taehyung has done in the past and it makes him feel a little guilty to even talk to you when he knows he has no reason to be.

“Yes,” you said, finally drawing his attention back to you, “Always.”

“Well it’s done so grab a bowl, top left cabinet,” he said.

Soon enough the two of you were eating ramen alone together in his apartment. If he explained this to his friends they would immediately make inappropriate jokes of ‘Ramen and Chill’ but it was anything but that. It was just two neighbors up late and hungry.

“So,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he swallowed a huge bite of noodles, “If you don’t care, can I ask what happened between you and your ex.”

“Um,” you hesitated, “I don’t know… if you’re still friends I don’t really want to get into i—“

“We’re not,” Jungkook quickly cut in, “We haven’t been for a while but if you still don’t want to tell me, I get it.”

“No, I’ll tell you,” you finally said and set down your bowl on the kitchen counter that you currently sat on. Jungkook just nodded his head waiting for you to start but it seemed like you were preparing to tell the greatest story of all time.

“Well, he dumped me on our one year anniversary for starters,” you said and that immediately made him cringe at his former friend’s cruel timing, “It sort of happened out of nowhere, I mean I noticed he had gone more quiet on the days leading up to it but I didn’t think it had anything to do with me. Clearly I had been wrong though because he dumped me a few days later like I had been the problem. He texted me a couple days ago asking how I’ve been but I haven’t responded. I’m still mad.”

“Rightfully so,” Jungkook said, taking your empty plate and setting it down in his sink, “Did he ever give you a real reason?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “Maybe not, I can’t remember.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment and before he could think of something else to talk about before you left, you asked, “What about you? What happened between you and Kim Taehyung?”

Jungkook didn’t respond right as he debated if it was worth telling you or not. It was years ago and it was never anything that serious but… at the time it had been and they’re clearly still not friends. He raised his shoulders in a shrug, “It’s a long story and not worth it.”

Instead of pushing him to go on you released a tired yawn not caring for how you looked as you hopped off his counter, “Alright well I’m fed and now tired too so I think I’m going to try and sleep a bit before work. You should catch some sleep before you have to go in.”

“I just got off,” Jungkook said as he opened the front door for you, “I’m a club bouncer, sadly.”

“Ooo, maybe you’ve kicked me out before,” you joked, “I can get messy if I’ve had one too many drinks.”

“I’m sure you can,” Jungkook said with a chuckle, “But goodnight, when do you have to wake up?”

“Mm, in like three hours? I work at a coffee shop,” You said, finally stepping out into the hall. His eyes widened before he was fully pushing you out, “Go to sleep, Y/n.”

When you were finally gone and he was alone in his home, he didn’t even make it to his bed and instead passed out on the couch.

You wouldn’t say you and Jungkook have become friends because you don’t actually know if that’s true. What you do know is that for the past week enough you’ve been talking way more to him than your other friends but only because they’re busy. Jimin has already argued with you [very dramatically, you will say] because he’s accused you of getting a new best friend which wasn’t true.

It was just extremely easy to talk to Jungkook, like you’ve been friends for years and he’s slowly helped you forget about Taehyung. He’s not doing anything out of the ordinary but for some reason Jungkook is really good at taking care of people. Take now for instance, he’s decided to come with you grocery shopping because you didn’t have a car and would have to take everything on the train.

Now you two are splitting a grocery cart and both going shopping as you asked, “Jungkook, how come I never hear girls at your place anymore?”

“Hm?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he stared at different types of milk, “Because you got annoyed by it.”

That made you smirk a bit as you used to shopping cart for support making it tilt slightly, “Wow, I didn’t realize you’ve grown so considerate of me, Mr. International Playboy.”

“I don’t know why you insist on calling me that, I’ve only slept with one person who wasn’t from here and she was Japan so still not too far,” he said with a sigh as he put things in the cart, “Besides, don’t get too cocky, I just don’t have the time to tell anyone that I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Mm,” you said, pushing the cart along while he held onto the other end of it and dragged it along, “Well, I don’t even see your friends over. Do you even have friends?”

That made him roll his eyes, “Obviously, I just… I’m antisocial, you know this.”

“Do I?” You asked, picking through boxes of cereal, “You seem pretty social to me.”

“Yeah, well you’re different.”

“Ugh,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, leaving him behind as you kept walking, “I hate when guys so that because they can never explain how—“

“For starters you’re the only person I’ve seen have mascara running down your face while you watch Toradora, that’s different right?” Jungkook teased a bit by bumping into your shoulder when he caught up, “And cry and 3 in the morning because you can’t cook.”

“Okay that doesn’t make me different, that just makes me a hot mess.”

He smiled, “I mean yeah, but you’re not embarrassed. You’re actually kinda fun to be around and when we talk we can just talk about anything, y’know? That’s what makes you different.”

You shrugged and looked away trying to ignore the growing flush that filled your cheeks, “Good enough explanation—Hey! What are you doing this weekend? Do you have to work?”

“Yeah.”

“Lame.”

Jungkook stopped walking as he turned to look at you, “Why?”

“You know Kim Seokjin? He’s having a little pool party and he invited me but I know Taehyung is going to be there and I didn’t want to go alone,” you told him. Jungkook knew Jin, they used to be close friends but they’re a little distant now. He was also invited to the party but he had work so he was already not planning on going.

“Have you asked Jimin?” He asked you as he caught up to where you were. You nodded, “Yeah but he’s going to Busan for the weekend and my other friend Yoongi will be busy, it’s whatever. I’ll stop by for a second and then head out.”

Jungkook didn’t say much else after that. He understood how you must have felt. You want to go for Jin’s sake but you’re wary about seeing your ex boyfriend. He felt bad he had to work and your other friends were busy but it’s not like he could just call in to work for a party.

When Friday night rolled around you had taken about two shots before even leaving your house just to give yourself the courage to go. There wasn’t a need for you to go to the party but Jin had become your friend through Taehyung and you weren’t going to let any of them think you were avoiding Taehyung because you’re still heartbroken.

So when you showed up alone with your head held high, you were greeted warmly by the host. He wrapped you in his arms, “You came! So, drinks are inside, just get whatever you want and you can chill inside or outside. Did you come alone?”

“Yeah, the others were busy,” you told him honestly, “But it’s whatever, I’m just here to get drunk.”

Jin ruffled your hair with a smile, “Alright, come find me if you get lonely.”

You gave him a thumbs up and headed toward the kitchen where all the drinks were set up. You just got here so you haven’t seen Taehyung yet but you’re sure he’s around the corner getting drunk and you didn’t want to be sober when you ran into him.

“Y/n?”

Shit.

You looked up in time to catch your ex boyfriend walking into the open kitchen with furrowed brows. You debated ignoring him but that would just make it seem like you were still caught up on him, so instead you gave a nod of your head and said a short, “Hey?”

“Uh, hey,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “What are you doing here?”

Your brows knitted together in confusion, “I was invited?”

“I mean, I know but…” he bit his lip nervously and you dated Taehyung long enough to know something was up. Just as you were gonna ask what was wrong with you being here, a short brunette appeared at his arm, wrapping hers around his and looking up at him not bothering to acknowledge you.

“There you are, you can’t just leave me at a party with people I don’t know when you invited me, TaeTae,” she said looking up at him with starry eyes. You tried to not look surprised as he looked down in embarrassment, suddenly looking nervous when he looked back at you. The girl finally looked at you and asked, “Who are you?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to tell her to shut up but you were smiling already, “Y/n, you two look great together—even matching clothes—but I gotta go, there’s better things I could be doing.”

He watched you leave without another word and he slid the girl’s hand off his arm. He made a mistake, he should have known you’d be here. Why did he think you would still be mourning the break up and wouldn’t bother to show? He barely knew this girl but she was hot so he invited her in hopes of making hooking up after… but he didn’t plan on his ex seeing him with another girl. He kind of missed you.

Jungkook wasn’t telling himself he came to see you.

The reason he showed up at this stupid party was because Jin kept asking him too and since his other two friends would be working and it wouldn’t be too busy, they let him leave. He debated just going home and going to bed but then he remembered about yo—Jin—and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to show up.

“Dude, it’s been so long,” Jin said with a firm hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, “Let’s get you a drink an—“

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Jin stopped walking, he looked at his old friend with confusion, “Y/n?”

Jungkook nodded his head not bothering to question why Jin made a face. Jin was a lot closer to Taehyung so it’s not that he didn't know the two dated. Jungkook bets Jin is just surprised on why Jungkook, of all people, would be looking for you. Jin cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “Um, not totally sure but check in the back. Can I ask why?”

“I’m looking for her,” Jungkook gave him a short and vague response before he was leaving to find you. On his way out he saw something he wished he hadn’t and it only made him want to find you sooner. Just as he got outside he looked over to find Taehyung extremely close to another girl and before he could look away, his former friend looked at him but didn’t acknowledge him whatsoever.

Jungkook didn’t care about that, he cares more about finding you and if you’ve seen Taehyung yet or if Jungkook still had time to distract.

“Liar!”

He whipped around at an instance when he felt a pointed finger like his bicep, “How?”

“You said you had to work!” You said slurring just slightly and clutching a half drunken drink. Jungkook just shrugged, “I didn’t lie. I did have to work but they let me go. Shouldn’t you just be happy I’m here?”

“I guess,” you grumbled, taking another sip from your cup, “Want a drink?”

“Nah,” Jungkook said, “I drove so I’m staying sober in case I need to take you home. How many drinks have you had?”

You didn’t respond right away as you looked up in thought. Jungkook will admit your attempt to focus on your thoughts made you look a bit cute. Your brows were scrunched together and your cheeks puffed up with your index finger tapping your chin, “Like since I got here? Or in general?”

His smile slowly fell, “Y/n, how much have you drank?”

“Not a lot…” you said with a high pitched voice that gave way to the fact that you were lying, “Maybe?”

With a small sigh he looked down at your drink, “Is that your last one?”

“Probably not—Hey! Did you see Taehyung?” You asked, turning your back to him, “He’s here with some girl.”

“I know,” Jungkook said reaching a hand out to drag you back to him, “Did you two talk?”

“Yeah, he came up to me first,” you said with a small scoff, missing a step and Jungkook had to grab you by the waist to keep you from tripping, “And then that girl just shows up clinging to him and she had the nerve to ask who I was? As if he’s not the one who came up to me—as if I’m not the one who dated him!?”

Jungkook can just feel the rising anger bubbling up inside you the longer you looked and he didn’t like that. You needed a distraction, he knew you were over Taehyung for the most part because anyone would get mad seeing their recent ex act chummy with another person.

“What an asshole!” You nearly yelled in your drunken state as you turned your back to the sight of your ex boyfriend flirting with a girl right in front of you. Jungkook released a huff, “I know, just don’t let it get to you. He’s not worth it.”

He tried to grab you as you stumbled a bit in your steps but you just moved farther away from him. The party was loud and he felt as if everyone was drunk but him and that wasn’t usually the case. Usually, he’s the drunkest one here but right now he’s babysitting you and he doesn’t know why. All night he’s watched you down drink after drink until all you could do was slur on your words and stumble when you walk.

It’s only been a week since the two of you started to really talk and hang out so he’s not used to this side of you and he genuinely does not know what to do. How did he ever think his neighbor was quiet and uptight when you’re such a hot mess? Maybe it’s because he didn’t see you often considering you were always at Taehyung’s but damn, he did not expect this.

And on top of that, he doesn’t get how you and Taehyung ever dated when to him you were completely different. He can’t picture Taehyung following after you as you swayed in your steps ready to walk over to your ex boyfriend and tell him off like he was currently doing.

Wait…

Jungkook seemed to trip over the pavement as he pushed through the crowds of people that led outside to the pool area, calling after you, “Y/n! What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna talk to him,” you yelled, not bothering to look at him, “It hasn’t even been a month and he’s already hitting on other girls knowing that I’m here? That’s such a dick move!”

“I know, Y/n but listen— excuse me — “ he pushed past a couple of girls to get to you, “You’re not going to gain anything. You’re drunk and there’s a lot of people here and — excuse me — you don’t make any sense right now!”

You clearly weren’t listening and Jungkook was beginning to panic. You’re in stage four of grief, ‘depression’ and he knows you’re sad and you just want to get things off your chest but he knows that if you try and confront Taehyung in the drunk state that you’re in… you’re the one who’s going to look like a fool, not him. Nobody is even going to bat an eye at him but they’ll watch you judgingly and you’ll regret even speaking to him by morning. Jungkook came to a stop as he watched you chug back the drink in your hand zoning in on Taehyung who stood on the other side of the pool with his hand on a girl’s ass and a smirk on his face. Fuck.

You’re mad at Taehyung and you want to get it out but right now isn’t the time. If you want to confront him about something you need to do it sober and somewhere private, not at a party for all to hear and laugh at you as you slur on your words. Jungkook knew you were mad and that wasn’t going to change… all he could do is change who you’re mad at…

There was so much on your mind as you made room for yourself through crowds of people so you could get to Taehyung. The pool lit up the backyard in hues of blue and purple as neon lights sunk to the bottom of it yet nobody actually swam. Everyone just stood around it and in your way when you had a mission. You were going to march right up to Taehyung and ask him what his problem was. He dumped you but played it off like it was mutual… He called you two weeks later to get that he misses you [even after you got all your shit out of his house] and has the nerve to smile at you tonight but flirt with another girl knowing you’re here? God, you were so fucking mad and all you wanted to do was confront him, not even caring who saw or heard and what they thought about you. You were too drunk to care.

He was about fifteen feet away now and you tried to call for him, “Tae—“

A loud yell replaced his name and big hands grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you up. The familiar scent of Dior cologne filled your nose and when you got thrown over a muscular back you knew right away who it was, “Jungkook! Put me down! What is your problem?”

“Honestly?” Jungkook asked as he fixed you over his shoulder, turning you around in the opposite direction of where Taehyung was, “You. You’re my problem, right now so let’s go home before you make a drunk fool of yourself in front of everyone.”

“Fuck you, I’m not gonna make a fool of myself,” you said and even then you couldn’t hide the fact that your words were coming out all wrong and your vision was blurry, “I just want to talk!”

“Well now’s not the time!” Jungkook yelled ignoring all the stares the two of you recieved, “So shut up and let’s go!”

You groaned loudly, fighting his hold with everything you said, mind still foggy from the alcohol, “No! The only place I want to go is on the other side of this pool an—“

Jungkook didn’t waste a single second in thinking about what he was going to do to make you forget about how mad you were at Taehyung right now. The only thing that could come to his mind was to direct your anger toward him instead and before he knew it he was walking toward the pool hearing your shouts in protest thinking he was going to throw you in—but he had other plans.

His point wasn’t to leave you to be the only one embarrassed [which would have been the case if he let you confront Taehyung or if he threw you in the water by yourself], his point was to make you mad at him and only him. So despite your continuous effort to fight him off, he took the single leap into the deep end, not letting you go until you were both submerged into the water with his arms around you.

You barely managed to hold your breath once you realized what he was doing and even then you couldn’t wrap your mind around it till you swam your way back to the surface. Jungkook watched you brush your wet hair out of your face in search of him and he ignored all the loud cheering around the two of you for being the first in the water, cocky smile on his face when you glared at him.

“What is wrong with you?!” You yelled as you purposely splashed water in his face out of anger—surprisingly feeling sobered up now. Jungkook didn’t say anything, he only laughed and swam the very short distance to you, arms around your waist and dragging you back into the water with him, fighting to hold his breath when he felt your hand in his hair yanking him deeper inside.

The second time you came up for air the only thing on your mind was how to murder your neighbor and make it look like an accident. Jungkook just kept smiling at you with that cocky look in his eyes as he asked, “Well?”

You almost didn’t bother answering as you swam to the edge in search of a way to pull yourself up without having to go to the ladder which was conveniently very close to where Taehyung was now watching the two of you with furrowed brows.

“Are you mad?” Jungkook asked as he lifted you up the edge with ease despite you telling him to fuck off and pulled himself up swiftly to follow you. You wrung the water out of your shirt, “Obviously!”

“Okay! But at who?” Jungkook asked, ignoring everyone looking at him and trying to talk to him. You scoffed, “You! Asshole.”

“Good,” Jungkook said triumphantly, completely unaware of the way his former friend watched you two leave the backyard party completely drenched in water.

The only thing on Taehyung’s mind was what the hell was going on? When he saw you earlier you weren’t with anyone. It was just you and he didn’t even know Jungkook was here but maybe it’s because it’s been so long since he last saw the kid and he’s very obviously grown up and changed with all the tattoos and piercings. So all he wanted to know was how the fuck did you two know each other?

When morning came and the sun beamed down on your face more than you were used to, you woke up with an annoyed groan turning in bed to hide. The scent of shampoo coated the pillow you rested your head on and it was a surprisingly deep smell that had you snuggled into the pillow further you hid from the light. In an effort to fall back asleep and ignore the pounding of your head, you rolled onto your side hitting a wall of pillows and blankets. Your eyes opened just slightly, vision still blurry as you blinked sleep away and allowed yourself to look around, a scream leaving your lips as you toppled off the bed. Tangled in a blanket you hit the floor with a loud thud that had the person that made you scream shoot you abruptly.

Jungkook looked around, leaning over the side of the bed with an annoyed huff, “Jeez, you gave me a heart attack.”

Your jaw dropped as you sat on the floor, “I gave you a heart attack? Um what are you doing in my bed?”

“Your bed?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, “Look around sweetie.”

You did just that, eyes widening even further that he swears they’ll pop out of their socket, “Where am I?”

“My room,” Jungkook laid back down with a loud yawn.

“And what am I doing here?”

He released a sigh like he couldn’t be bothered but said, “Well after your drunk fiasco at the party, I brought you back and you couldn’t find your keys so you slept over here.”

Your brows furrowed, “What happened to my clothes?”

“They were wet and you were falling all over the place so I had to change you—don’t worry I had my eyes closed,” he told you and you took it in. Jungkook was sober majority of last night and you could only imagine what happened when he brought you home.

“Where are your keys?” He asked tiredly after he held you up with one arm ignoring the fact that you were both still drenched in pool water. You hiccuped, “I forgot them.”

“What?!” Jungkook asked louder than intended and you glared at him, “Don’t yell at me.”

“You’re a mess,” Jungkook grumbled, dragging you over to his front door, “I’ve never had to take care of a grown adult this much.”

“Just leave me outside to deal with my misery,” you said dramatically as he hauled you into his apartment, letting you fall to the floor once inside. Jungkook just shook his head as he left to his bedroom in search of something you could change into. When he came back you were sprawled on the floor half asleep and he punched the space between his brows in annoyance, “Y/n, get up, you need to change.”

All you did was groan, “I tired.”

“Yeah, well me too,” Jungkook kneeled down to grab you by your ankles and drag you across the floor before making you sit up. He angrily pulled the shirt over your head asking himself why he had to deal with you because your ex is a piece of shit.

Okay, he doesn’t have to but who else will?

The shirt fit you big so when you flipped back to the floor with a whine he asked, “Take off your jeans or else the wet denim is gonna give you a rash.”

“Yesh, dad,” you raised a hand to your forehead as if saluting him and you did as told, giving up halfway and making him finish yanking them down your legs with his eyes closed.

“You’re not allowed to drink anymore when we’re together,” Jungkook said, ordering you to slide your shirt off from under the tee, “At least not as much as you did tonight.”

He took your wet clothes and went to change before hanging it all to dry outside and when he went to the living room carrying a blanket for you to sleep on the couch with, you were asleep… still on the floor. With a stomp of his foot in a mini tantrum, Jungkook knelt down, slipped an arm under your neck and the other under your knees and picked you up with a huff. He wasn’t even careful when he let you fall onto the couch.

“Oh god, did we do anything stupid?” You asked referring to the fact that you had woken up in bed with him and wearing some t-shirt of his. Jungkook rolled his eyes, “No. You were supposed to sleep in the living room but you woke me up in the middle of the night because Bam kept kicking your face. Then you got all touchy and I made this pillow fort to protect myself from you.”

It had to be close to 3:00am when Jungkook finally let himself fall asleep. He made himself comfortable in bed trying to relax after the hectic night he’s had and when he was just finally starting to fall, a loud knock on his door snapped him awake.

“Ju—koo!” A whiny voice called from the other side of the door.

“What?!”

“Cold,” you whined, head leaned against the door, “And Bam won't stop licking my face.”

Jungkook huffed, “Tell him to stop!”

“I did,” you knocked on the door. He kicked off his blankets in annoyance, “You’re so needy!”

Even as he said that, he got out of bed and opened his bedroom door, moving to the side as you pushed past him and threw yourself down on his bed with your blanket wrapped around your body tightly. He watched you with tired eyes before going to his side of the bed. He grabbed all the extra pillows, moved you to one side and set up a wall to separate himself from you.

“God, what happened last night?” You groaned as you got up only to fall back onto his bed trying to piece it all together. You only remembered a couple things, “You threw me into the pool, asshole.”

“Yeah? Well, I would’ve been a bigger asshole if I let you make a fool of yourself in front of Taehyung and everyone else,” Jungkook said. You looked at him, only turning your head on its side and he did the same, neither of you saying anything for a moment.

You should probably say thank you but the way things unfolded, it might only make things more awkward. You were already slightly embarrassed but yes definitely seen you act stupid plenty of times so instead you said, “Help me get inside my apartment.”

The two of you stood on his balcony now, both looking toward yours which was separated from his by about two feet. He shifted his gaze toward you, “I’m confused, what are you trying to do?”

“The door is unlocked, I just gotta get over there and let myself in,” you said with a gulp as you poked down at the forty foot drop. Jungkook shook his head, “Are you stupid? I’m not letting you do that.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” You asked him with your hand on your hip. He mirrored your pose with more attitude, “Call the maintenance man, genius.”

“It’s gonna take them like three days to get back to me, Einstein, are you helping me or not?” You asked and you watched him stop to think.

“I’ll do it,” Jungkook said but you just shook your head.

“No, I’ve got underwear hanging to dry by the door, it’s not happening,” you told him, already walking to the railing. Jungkook gave up on arguing with you over it and followed after you. You gripped the railing looking over to your balcony which was only two feet away. This should be easy… all you have to do is get over his to yours, he ever has a little stool that he sits on that you could use as a boost.

Jungkook thought about what he should do to help you and in the end just held you by the waist to keep you balanced as you lifted a leg over the railing and stepped onto the short side of the cement ledge, “Oh my god, you’ve gotta be the craziest girl I’ve ever met.”

“You know a lot of people say that to me,” you said and the two foot gap didn’t seem as intimidating anymore, “Okay, let me go.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook begged as his arms tightened around your waist, “This is a bad idea.”

“Too late, I’m already halfway there so let go before I fall on purpose to make you feel bad,” you nervously joked as he let go but not without calling you a bitch. With your breath held tightly, you stretched a leg out first feeling the end of your balcony touch it and with a careful leap, you held onto your railing hearing Jungkook gasp nervously. He watched you swing a leg over until the railing was between both of them and as you finally touched down on your side, you slipped, falling into the hard cement with a groan.

Jungkook shielded his eyes with his hands, “Are you good?”

“Barely,” you huffed as you forced yourself to your feet and checked to see if the glass sliding door was in fact unlocked. Your heart seemed to tighten in relief as you opened it, huge smile on your face looking back to your neighbor, “Got it! Okay, I’m gonna get cleaned up, thanks.”

Jungkook was already picking up his pack of cigarettes and bringing it to his lips, “You stress me out.”

“I’ll make up for it,” you said already halfway through your door, “Whatever you want, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

With that, you left for your apartment in search for your spare keys and he sat down on his stool with a breath of relief. He couldn’t believe you and the more he thought about it, the more confused he got on how you and Taehyung found each other…

The thought didn’t last long in his head when he looked down at his vibrating phone, eyebrows furrowed as he read the caller ID.

“KIM TAEHYUNG”

It took Jungkook a moment to even decide if he wanted to answer or not but in the end he couldn’t help himself and curiosity got the best of him, “Hello?”

Taehyung’s voice was unusually cheery, “Hey man! How have you been?”

Jungkook shrugged even though his former friend couldn’t see him, “Uh, good I guess, what’s up?”

“I was calling cause of last night…” Taehyung said dragging out his words as if it would ring a bell for Jungkook.

He didn’t say anything wondering how this would go. It’s weird that Taehyung was even calling him and if there’s any reason behind it, it’s you, “Hm…”

Taehyung wasn’t sure why he expected a bigger response but he brushed off his small hum and went on, “Well I saw you with Y/n and everyone was kinda curious, what happened?”

“Oh, Y/n did something to piss me off so I got back at her. Why?” Jungkook said playing off the events from last night until he understood why Taehyung was bothering to talk to him after their fall out.

“Hm? Oh um, well, I just… I didn’t know the two of you were friends,” Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly as he thought about it. Last night confused the hell out of him. First, he ran into you as he’s with another girl and second, he runs into an old friend—to make matters more confusing it appears you two knew each other and he doesn’t get how.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk, a little annoyed but he ignored it as he went inside, “I get it, how could you know anyway? When’s the last time you and I talked? Like two years ago?”

Taehyung nervously chuckled, “Yeah, I guess. So did Y/n get home safely?”

He rolled his eyes, “Why are you so curious about her?”

“Huh?” Taehyung was genuinely surprised, “She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” He asked, deciding to play dumb.

“We used to date?” Taehyung said seriously, hoping Jungkook wouldn’t like the news if in fact, you’ve never told him. He wants to know what’s going on between you, he doesn’t care if he’s your ex, he deserves to know.

“Oh, no Y/n’s never even mentioned you,” Jungkook lied for your sake. He wasn’t going to give Taehyung the benefit of knowing he’s still on your mind.

“Not even at the party?” Taehyung asked with furrowed brows, suspicious if Jungkook was telling the truth or not.

“Uh, no? Why? Did something happen?” Jungkook asked as he pet his dog subconsciously as he smiled listening to the sound of music already coming from your apartment.

“No, not really. So, what are you doing? How about we get lunch and catch up?” Taehyung asked and if he could see Jungkook right now, he would see how unimpressed he was by that idea.

Jungkook leaned back in the couch and said, “I’m kinda busy, maybe another time?”

“I mean, okay… sure, yeah let’s catch up another time.”

Taehyung was suspicious, of course he was! When he broke up with you it’s because he told himself he didn’t have feelings for you anymore but clearly that’s not true because seeing you with Jungkook… it pissed him off. Sure, you and Taehyung didn’t have much in common but you worked, that’s why you were together for a year.

Jungkook is—he’s a shut-in hermit crab and you’re not. He doesn’t bother with drama or getting to know someone new so how the hell did you two even meet and have you really never even mentioned him once? Jungkook clearly didn’t know that the two of you were together and that just pisses him off even more. Why is it that you didn’t talk about him to Jungkook? It’s not like the two of you broke up long ago, it’s recent.

When the call finally came to an end he was left alone to wonder what the hell was going on with you two?

There wasn’t a shift in the air that you two have noticed but something has definitely changed. The amount of times you hang out has increased dramatically to the point where you were at least seeing each other once a day whether it be to eat ramen or go to the gas station. If you were free and Jungkook was free… chances are you’re gonna see what you can do together. Your friends swear that he’s all you talk about lately but you don’t think that’s true—until you hear that how friends think he talks a lot about you two.

It’s strange, your friendship has just grown stronger each day. Everyone keeps trying to say that there’s no way the two of you are just friends but you really are…

Seriously…

“I can’t believe you did that,” you said laying back on the couch with your feet over his lap. You wouldn’t have had your feet on him at all if he didn’t force himself down on your small couch.

“Did what?” Jungkook as he leaned over your legs so that he could sit forward and play his game better.

You pushed your heel against his thigh, “Drag your PS5 over here instead of just playing at your place.”

Jungkook just smacked his lips in annoyance toward his game, still not bothering to even look at you at all, his eyes stayed on your tv screen as he said, “You wanted to hang out.”

“But you’re not even talking to me,” You threw your head back against the armrest of the couch moving your feet off him and that finally got him to pay attention and he paused his game to look at you. He even went as far as setting his controller down on your coffee table, a little smirk on his face.

“Aw, you want me to pay attention to you?” Jungkook asked with a small laugh, “Okay, okay, how was your day?”

In reality he wanted to ask how you’ve been feeling lately—more specifically, toward him. The way the two of you became friends was a bit random and him even being here with you is strange considering the fact that he became your friend after you broke up with Taehyung. The timing wasn’t right but he does know that your friendship is strong and you don’t think about whatever happened in the past when you’re with him.

He likes that. He likes how easy it is around you.

Sure, sometimes the line in which he separates you from a friend to someone he is attracted to is beginning to blur.

No, he doesn’t find you attractive.

Well okay, yes he does. Even after seeing you with makeup down your face, drunk out of your mind, and first thing in the morning when your hair's a mess—for only being friends for a short amount of time he’s really seen a lot of sides of you.

But you’re just friends, he knows that, he doesn’t expect more… he didn’t even want more. Since the beginning all he’s ever done is talk about wanting to just be by himself and mind his business but clearly that all changed when you came along and to be honest, he liked the change.

“It was okay,” you said, making him realize that he had moved his hand onto your calf, and was softly sliding if higher then back down, “Just really boring and then I ask you to hang out and you’re just y’know… gaming.”

For a second Jungkook thought you were being serious and actually began to feel bad about possibly upsetting you by not giving you any attention. Just a moment later though he could see you smile and hold back a laugh when you watch him go serious with worry. When he realized you wanted to laugh, he rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I thought you were being serious.”

You just chuckled watching him lean against the other end of the armrest. He was sitting forward but he was looking at you sideways, one hand still on your leg and you just looked back at him. The game wasn’t even playing anymore and he was only focused on you now and the way you were looking at him.

His fingers began to tap against your leg, softly caressing every now and then, a small smirk coming to his face. Your brows furrowed, “What?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook said, running a hand over his face. You sat up a bit, “Now you have to tell me.”

“Nothing, it’s just…” he was hesitant, debating if he should be honest or not, “Don’t look at me like that.”

You released a scoff, sitting up further and moving away from him, “Like what?”

“Like you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you right now,” he was serious now as he said and you can see the change in his gaze. You were too stunned to speak, you wanted to say it was unexpected but like… things have felt different lately…

You could see the way his tongue poked against his cheek looking at you with a dazed look in his eyes. You’re not sure what made you say it but you asked, “You want to kiss me?”

Jungkook laughed softly, shifting his eyes to his lap, “Basically.”

You bit down on your lip in thought, quite literally checking him out from head to toe. He was even sitting with his tattooed arm in your view and he’s been rubbing your leg with it this entire time.

This isn’t a good idea.

Jungkook is your friend.

Sure, you’re not mad anymore about whatever happened with you ex, and sure… you haven’t been intimate with someone in a while, and yes Jungkook is attractive from the way his voice sounds to the way he walks but… but he’s your friend.

So why was it so easy for you to say, “So do it then.”

Jungkook didn’t need much else of a sign before he was going for it. He went to cross his end of the couch to yours but before he could get all the way over, you were meeting him halfway with your hands coming around his neck almost immediately. Your lips met so suddenly at first that it was a bit of surprise but neither of you shied away from initiating a kiss.

The first thing he noticed was how soft your lips were against his. They were warm too and your mouth felt so good that Jungkook brought his hand up to your hair so that you couldn’t pull away too soon but you kissed him so eagerly that he doubts that would even happen.

It was just wet and needy, soft sounds coming out whenever his tongue licked along yours. Your arms wrapped around him more and Jungkook was so quick to pull you into him until you were practically stumbling onto his lap. His hands found your waist and he slid them down toward your thighs so he could fix your legs to straddle him, not once pulling his mouth from yours.

Your hairs were in his hair, brushing it out of his face as you attempted to pull away. Jungkook just chased after your lips, feeling the line of split that connected your swollen lips together even when you backed away. He was just as out of breath as you and when your eyes met there was just a small moment of hesitation wondering if this was a good idea or not.

The moment didn’t last long when felt you the slightest hint of excitement in his sweats from the way you straddled him and you couldn’t help but grind your hips down. Jungkook swallowed back a moan with your lips as he kissed you, pulling you back against him so that you could sit directly over his growing erection. His eyes fell shut deepening the kiss with his tongue and yours relishing in your make out and the way your body felt pressed against his.

“Y/n,” his voice was hoarse as his hand slid down to the back of your cotton shorts, thankful for the thin material of them when he groped your ass. You were both in clothes ready for bed and he could still feel you through the layers. Your hair fell to one side as you kissed along the corners of his mouth, a hand flat on his shirt while you trailed down toward his jaw. He licked his dry lips when he felt the tender affections on the angle of his jaw as the hand over his t-shirt ran over his chest. He let his head fall back trying to catch his breath when you playfully nipped at skin, kissing away any pain and sucking lightly.

Both of his hands found your butt, squeezing here and there and tongue kissing you messily. It honestly felt so good and when his hands slid up to lift your shirt a little, you didn’t hesitate to sit back and behind taking it off yourself. His rough hands fell to hold your waist, holding you back as he took in the sight of you. Jungkook would be lying if he said he hasn’t checked you out before. It wasn’t entirely his fault, he had to get you out of wet clothes!—well, okay, yeah it was his fault they were drenched in the first place but his intention wasn’t to see your body.

It just happened and every day after that he had to remind himself that you were a good friend and you were going through it and him getting any feelings for you wouldn’t be good.

A pleased sigh left his lips when your hand began to touch the end of his shirt sliding underneath to run over the ridges of abs you knew he had. You could see them through pretty much every fitted shirt he wore. Even when he wore loose and oversized tees there was no way to hide his back muscles. He was so strong too, you didn’t expect anything less than the taut muscle in his torso and you just could help but want to feel all of it.

Jungkook helped you take his shirt off and it joined yours on the floor before he was leaning forward to kiss your neck. His thick fingers ran along your spine in search for the clip on your bra and swiftly unclasped it, dragging his hands under the material. While doing this, Jungkook begins trailing his kisses down your neck to your shoulder, following the straps down your arms, taking it off you and discarding it so he could touch you without barrier. A soft meowl left your lips when his big hands cupped your breasts and pressed the pad of his thumbs against your rounded nipples smoothly. It didn’t take long for his fingers circling around your nips to turn into his mouth swallowing around one.

“Jungkook,” you whined lightly when he moved his tongue around your erect nipples, you were getting so turned on your core was dripping with need.

Jungkook couldn’t find it in himself to be more patient and once he felt your covered push grinding on his dick, he just has to remove some of the layers between you two. His big hand raised your hips enough with you help so could his sweats down as far as they could and you shift to kneel beside him on the couch watching him undress.

You began taking your shorts off, a small groan leaving his lips at the sight, “You’re not wearing underwear?”

He was wondering why it was so easy for him to grope your ass and feel you so much more and it just made his dick throb with excitement at the sight before him. You nodded your head looking at him with those same eyes that started this in the first place and he felt your hand making its way to his hard cock. His lips parted with a gasp when you took it in your hands, giving one shy stroke right off the bat.

Jungkook didn’t waste a moment hesitating as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer in his side to jerk him off while his other hand began to teasingly run along your inner thighs.

You were soaked and it didn’t go unnoticed by his long fingers. His middle finger ran between your folds teasingly as you made a fist with your small hand and stroked him from his base to his tip making sure to rub against that soft spot and bulging vein. His precum was beginning to dribble out and every now and then you would coat his head with it before flicking your wrist on a downward stroke. Light moans from the both of you filled the room as his fingertips rubbed against your clit, covering it in your slick and swiping all the way to the puddle of wetness at your core. Your lips drew open in a moment when you felt his middle finger begin to tease your entrance and finally push its way in, a thick amount of slick joining him creating a light squelching sound.

You quickly dragged him into a hunger kiss as he began to fuck your with his thick finger while you fisted his cock. Jungkook licked the shell of your ear, “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

His words had you moaning and shaking when his finger became two getting but more rough, even bucking his lips into your hand. Your mouth was permanently open in pleasure as you said, “Do it then.”Jungkook just smirks as he removes his hand so he can pull you up to straddle his lap again but this time feeling your wet push right on top of his fat dick. Jungkook had to bite on his lip to stop from moaning when he felt some of your wetness coat his member as he moved to grip your hip. Your hands went to his shoulders to support yourself as you lifted your hips off his thighs enough for him to align his cock with your entrance, moaning when he ran his tip of your clit, “Fuck, I don’t have a condom, Y/n, fuck.”

“It’s okay.” You moaned as you helped guide him in, “Just pull out.”

Jungkook nodded his head as he finally held you by the waist and helped you down his throbbing dickwith a groan.

"Jungkook," you whined at the stretch and the way he dig his fingertips into your hip bone to steady himself when he pushed through your tight walls. It took you a second to get used to his size but once you had, your hands were on his shoulders and your feet on the couch, raising your hips until only the tip of his cock was inside, and slowly took him all in again. A low groan bubbled up in his throat, sliding his hands down ass, helping you fuck yourself on his hard cock, eyes on your chest which was just right in front of his face.

You were right and your pussy completely coated his dick with your slick that everytime you came up, the slide back down was easier. Your body clung against his as he began to mouth at your exposed neck and collarbone. His legs were spread apart to give you the room and he felt so good inside of you. It hasn’t been a crazy amount of time since you last had sex but it was long enough to make you appreciate Jungkook’s big dick. Your hands were curling into his hair feeling your lower back begin to hurt in this position but he helped you raise and lower your tight pussy on his length. A small gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue tease a hard nipple, licking it expertly before wrapping his lips around it. He had one hand on your other breast and the other hand guiding you to fuck yourself on him. He nipped at the bud playing with it while he twisted and pinched at the other. Your body pressed against his and each time you sank down his cock, you would grind your hips forward humping him and angling yourself where he could feel your folds parting.

Jungkook groped your ass, digging his nails in surely to leave a mark and he raised his hips off the couch enough to fuck into you, ramming his cock in and out with each pretty moan you let out, his mouth was still on your tits so he sounded muffled when he groaned, "So fucking good."

Jungkook left wet, sloppy kisses over your throat, moving his hands to grip your waist harshly. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock hearing you whine tiredly. You were already becoming puddy in his hands and he took it upon himself to wrap your legs around him as he turned your bodies to lay you flat on the couch. A loud moan left your lips with this new angle and now that he was on top, he didn’t ease up his thrusts, only let them get more forceful with more intent. Your nails clawed at his back, running them down toward where his back dimples should be and you practically guided his cock in and out of your wet cunt, making him fuck you more roughly than before.

“Oh my god,” you said breathlessly, throwing your head back against the armrest and looking up so you could try and calm down as he fucked you. He had a hand roughly groping your tits and the other on the back of the couch for support as he thrusted deeply into you, only moving his hips and contracting every muscle to do so, “Fuck, Jungkook, ngh.”

"Just like that," he bit into his lip looking down at how pretty you looked under him, only making his hips move more rapidly, “Take my cock, Y/n.”

You nodded but you couldn’t even look at him as you tried to keep yourself under control by staring up at the ceiling, “S—so close.”

Jungkook groaned when he felt your wet cunt tighten around him making it harder for him to drag his cock out but it made him have to fuck itright back into you with more force. He could feel your ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds and each time was harder to get back out. It was wet and slippery and you were so fucking hot that he knew he wouldn’t last. He dropped his face against your neck, “You’re so good for me, so fucking right goddamn.”

He wasn't going to last much longer either.

He hasn't slept with someone in months and even if he did it didn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like this because he wants to see you as just a friend but clearly that’s never been the case and if he had deprived himself of feeling your pussy tighten around him, he might’ve gone insane. Your legs wrapped around his waist making him go deeper and you were moaning loudly now, “I’m gon—I’m gonna—oh my god.”

It washed over your writhing body like a wave, Jungkook felt it travel through your body and around his cock till he felt your creamy fluid coat his member. He quickly pulled out with a loud groan as he was unable to stop himself from cunning all over your stomach in thick spirits of semen that made his legs give out and his body pressed against yours. You hugged him closely as the two of you tried to come down, his lips on your neck soothing you down from the highs of climax, “Felt so good.”

“Mhm,” you moaned softly as you unwrapped your legs from around him and let them fall limply, “Fuck.”

Your hand slid between your bodies to touch the muddles of cum be covered you in and it made him pull back enough to see the mess, biting his lip as he attempted to apologize, “Sorry, I was gonna—didn’t have time to—yknow.”

You smiled as you moved to sit up more, “Better me than my couch.”

He let you stand up, moving off of you, “Are you good?”

His hand held yours keeping you from moving and he couldn’t help but look down at your body and the mess he made on your stomach. You nodded your head, “Yeah but I need to clean up, asap, it’s sticky.”

You said it jokingly and he laughed with you, both of you still relishing in what just happened. You released a sigh, “I need a shower, want to join me?”

He nodded, not wasting a second to ponder over it, “Let me help clean up and then I’ll go.”

You left with a nod of your head and Jungkook looked at the mess the two of you made in your living room, already seeing a small stain on the couch.

As he searched for his clothes, the doorbell caught him off guard drawing his attention to the door. Deciding to ignore it so he could join you in the shower, he picked up his things to leave when the doorbell chime turned into a fist against the door and that had him curious. He quickly slipped on his sweats already hearing the shower run and went to answer. It was probably just a delivery or a neighbor complaining about the noise. He didn’t bother with a shirt and his hair was a messy but he didn’t care as he opened the door expecting anyone but the person in front of him.

“Jungkook?”

“Taehyung?” Jungkook looked at the guy in front of him with confusion.

He watched him take a step back as if to make sure the address was right for you and looked back at him, “What are you doing here?”

“Um, I live next door,” Jungkook said dumbly as he attempted to ignore the fact that he was shirtless and sweaty and your ex boyfriend was noting that.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Wait, you’re the one who lives next do—why are you at Y/n’s then?”

Jungkook huffed in annoyance, “Taehyung, come on man… does it really matter? Why are you here?”

“Because I’m hereto talk to her about our relationship—“

That made Jungkook’s jaw clenched at Taehyung’s audacity, “What relationship? The two of you aren’t together.”

“Look, it doesn’t really concern you—why aren’t you wearing a shirt? What the fuck is going on here? Y/n?!” Taehyung tried getting through Jungkook to enter your apartment but he didn’t let him. Fuck no. He was not going to let Taehyung come in and ruin everything that has just happened between you. “Taehyung, don’t. You dumped Y/n just get out of here.”

Taehyung scoffed loudly, Oh, I fucking knew something was going on between you two at the party. You didn’t even hide it!”

“You have no idea what you’re even talking abou—“

“Why are you at my ex’s house?” Taehyung asked abruptly as he stood directly in front of Jungkook’s face, both equal in height.

Jungkook scoffed as he glared at his ex friend; “Taehyung, not everything is about you so get over yourself and just go already. Y/n does not want anything to do with you.”

That only seemed to piss Taehyung off more as he scoffed and said, “Oh I get it now, you slept Y/n… Is that what you’re doing here? To sleep with my ex?”

Jungkook was starting to get pissed, rightfully so in his opinion and he wants nothing more than to get this guy out, “I’m not saying it again, Taehyung, just go before Y/n gets out of the shower.”

Unbeknownst to either of them that you had already turned off the water early once you heard the banging on your front door and the muffled voices.

“So you did!?” Taehyung ignored his warning to accuse him further, “Was this your plan all along? You wanted to get back at me by fucking my ex? I didn’t realize you’re still not over what happened with Minsu. Come on Kook, that was years ago, did you really need to go this far? I still care about Y/n.”

That passed Jungkook off and he’s never been in a fight with anyone he considered a friend once before and right now he’s very close to doing it, “I’m not you! This has nothing to do with you or Minsu and stop lying. You don’t care about Y/n! You just found out her and I were close and suddenly you wanted to call dibs on her again? Jeez, you’re still the selfish asshole you’ve always been.”

“Fuck you, Jungkook. You’re just jealous, you’ve always been jealous. Yeah, I slept with the girl you liked but it wasn’t enough to stop being my friend!? Yes, I knew how much you liked her but it’s not my fault she got in my bed! How do you think Y/n is going to feel when she finds out you only slept with her to get back at me?” Taehyung as so cocky when he spoke and Jungkook was seriously beginning to lose his patience.

“That’s not tru—“

“What?”

The two men immediately looked behind Jungkook where you stood in a bathrobe that Taehyung recognized immediately at what had just happened between you and Jungkook.

“Y/n…” the both said and Taehyung took a step inside when Jungkook’s guard was down and a smile threatened to appear on his face when you looked at him.

“Taehyung, what did you just say?” You asked and Jungkook immediately felt his heart drop.

He took a cautious step toward you, wondering how much you heard, “Y/n don’t listen to him, he’s lying and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“It’s true, That's probably why the two of you got clo—“ Taehyung tried to say only for your sharp tone to snap them both silent with surprise.

“Get out.”

His brows scrunched together in confusion, “What? No, I’m here to talk about us.”

You just rolled your eyes, “Well I don’t want to talk to you Taehyung, so get out.”

“Y/n—“

“Taehyung! Get out, I don’t know what you were hoping for coming here but I want you to leave,” you said louder now and there was no denying the finality in your tone that had your ex backing down reluctantly. When he looked at Jungkook it was like the final straw to push him over the edge and he stormed back out leaving the two of you alone, silent.

Jungkook was trying to get closer to you but also unsure if it’s what you wanted as he said a soft, “Y/n…”

“You too, Jungkook, just go.”

He knew he should just do as you say but that kind of hurt his feelings considering just a few minutes again he made you cum with his cock and he gathered the strength to say, “No.”

You released a deep sigh, turning to sit on the couch still without a thorough shower, “Jungkook, I want to be alone so please just go.”

You just needed time to yourself to think. You had no plans of getting back with Taehyung and him coming over just surprised the fuck out of you. On top of that you just had sex with someone who’s your friend and who’s helped you get over the break up and although it seems like just a rebound, it didn’t feel that way.

Jungkook stood before you, “No, I’m not leaving because I’m not letting you think for even one second that what he said is true. I didn’t sleep with you to get back at him. I couldn’t care less about Taehyung and the only reason I even thought about that guy again was because of yo—“

“I know.”

Your soft tone surprised him and he found himself stuttering out, “… you do?”

You nodded your head, running a nervous hand over your hair, “I mean, I know you — I think — you’re not the type of guy to do that…”

His heart raced in relief as he moved to sit next to you, “I’m really not, Y/n. You know me, I like staying out of the drama and with him, that’s all you get. I wouldn’t have even bothered to acknowledge him if it weren’t for you.”

“Jungkook…”

He leaned forward so that you were forced to look at him as he said, “Y/n, listen to me, okay? I like you… I know we just… y’know, but It’s not because I wanted to get revenge. That’s petty. I’ve been hanging out with you all the time because I enjoy it. You’re a hot mess and crazy and loud and the complete opposite of what I thought you’d be but… but I’m cool with you, y’know? I put up with all your late night meltdowns and early morning hunger because I wanted to spend time with you—I literally jumped in the pool with you so we can be fools together—why are you laughing?”

It was hard to ignore the way you smiled and fought back a laugh as he talked and it confused the hell out of him that he had to ask. You just sighed, “Because you don’t have to explain yourself, Kook. I mean, you’re right, I’m a hot mess…”

He shook his head, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I kinda like it… it’s exciting and you have good intentions and you’re not vindictive and you don’t really care what others think of you and I want you to know that you’re literally always on my mind but I tried to tell myself I just wanted to be friends but… look, I don’t expect you to feel the same even after tonight but I just want you to see that I really do like you, all of you, there’s nothing I want to change.”

You were still smiling as you slouched back on the couch that he just fucked you on, “You know, you’ve gotta be the only person who’s ever said that to me. Do you really mean it?”

He scoffed with a laugh, “No shit, Y/n. You stress me out in the best way possible.”

“That’s because you know me like no other and you aren’t trying to change me, you’re seeing me for me. I’m crazy into you,” you confessed, surprising yourself and him.

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

He gulped in thought, “Y/n, if we can just look past whatever drama just happened and try, but I get it if you don’t want to—I mean, I get it, honestly, you just got out of a relationship and getting with me right away probably won’t look good to others and if you’re not ready I get it but—“

You sighed, “Who cares what other people say?”

You don’t, not anymore. It’s just exhausting to always be thinking about others and right now you rather focus on yourself and who makes you happy and right now that’s Jungkook even if you hadn’t admitted it before.

“Y/n…”

“Jungkook, I don’t know about y’know, dating yet but… but I really do like you and I don’t care what other people say anyway. Can we maybe take things slow?” You asked shyly as his hand fell over yours to hold it.

He nodded, eyes looking down at your lips and watching you bite down on them. He took a deep breath feeling you move closer and he had to move back, “Y/n… we can’t take things slow if you try to kiss me.”

You sat back in surprise, “Why’s that?”

He chuckled softly, “Because I won’t be able to stop.”

“It’s okay, we can just cuddle then—that is, of course, if you don’t put a pillow fort between us again,” you said to him as you leaned into his side.

“Listen, I was being considerate about the fact I had a drunk girl crawl into my bed looking too cute in my shirt,” Jungkook said honestly as he helped you snuggle against him.

“Ah, so you’ve always had a thing for me? You sure you didn’t plot this?” You teased.

Jungkook scoffed as he poked your side, “Shut up, I did not, I just… maybe a little?—I mean you try and involve yourself with someone as crazy and fun as you and try not to fall for them!”

“Gross,” you joked, “I didn’t realize you’ve been obsessed with me this whole time.”

“Oh shut up.”

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just lyk It’s highly unedited 💀💀💀I forced myself to finish it this morning but anyways idk I love a good idiots to lovers but maybe that’s just me. also imagine jk as your friend and neighbor?

and his ass really did jump in that pool with y/n so she would get mad at him and forget about Tae

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pricesprincess · 3 months ago

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Just read your jealous sex with Simon fic and lovedddd it. If possible could we get exes to lovers (again) sex with Soap ? Maybe they show up at a mutual friend’s wedding and there are unrequited feelings so they wanna talk it out but don’t want any one to see them and then oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck…? ❤️

smut mdni | fat fem reader | oc! characters | this ended up being 2k | thank you so much! i'm glad you enjoyed it and i love this idea so much please kjnbrtr

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a warm breeze floated by bringing forth the scent of the heavily scented floral arrangement by the front doors of the barn where your best friend and one of soap's best friends were getting married.

it was ironic because a wedding wasn't something you were interested in with johnny because the not knowing would kill you, the no phone calls and anytime there's a knock at the door you cringe.

even though he wanted to make you his wife. little did you know he was telling people you're his ol lady when you weren't around.

the double doors were wheeled wide open to let the sunshine through the old woods highlighting the dust that was kicked up by people moving about, it was an hour before the actual wedding.

while everyone was running around you stood near becca as she ordered the people around which got colin and soap's attention, his eyes were trained on you though as he followed the flow of your dress, it wasn't even your bridesmaid one either.

to him, you were the most beautiful woman so you didn't need a fancy dress to impress him or make him swoon harder for you.

your stomach twisted in knots, making it hard to concentrate on what becca was saying when you could still feel johnny's gaze bore into the side of your head as you tried to help your friend out.

since you showed up at the venue three hours ago you've been ignoring soap the best you could to avoid those pesky feelings that threatened to choke you.

"sorry, i didn't even think about soap with all the planning." becca murmured when she noticed your attention elsewhere.

you shrugged your shoulders and turned your back to him still able to feel his eyes now on your ass that only made his pants tight, since the breakup johnny hasn't been able to be with anyone since then.

just the thought alone of touching another woman that wasn't you felt like cheating even though your stuff was moved out of his apartment a while ago. becca has been your best friend since elementary and when you introduced johnny to colin they clicked.

your eyes strayed off again to johnny hating the way you found yourself wanting to fix his hair, it was obvious he went back to the three-in-one shampoo and conditioner and body wash because he forgot the brand you used to buy him to make his hair silky.

there was still things you wanted to tell johnny and work through them but you didn't want anyone to see you both talking because that would only start rumors you didn't want spreading about.

trying to distract yourself you went outside and helped with the florists finish up the arrangements that gave you a headache, the scent was too strong but it was better than drooling over johnny.

you did everything you could to avoid any conversation with him and to make the time fly by so you could collapse on the hotel bed you got for the next several evenings, there was a lot of planning so you decided to make it a bit of a vacation as well.

colin approached you an hour before the wedding started stopping you from entering becca's room to help her with the dress. "soap is a mess." he murmured in a hushed tone as you rolled your eyes.

"then he can clean himself up i'm sure, after all, his name is soap."

it was becca and colin's day which you didn't want to ruin but johnny having his friend try to get to you only made your skin prickle with a deep irritation that set your soul aflame. "oh, becca!" you cried.

all the feelings you had were instantly swept under the rug the moment you saw her standing in the white dress she picked out months prior and albeit you've seen it already she still took your breath away then pesky thoughts of you in a dress popped up.

pushing away the mental images of johnny seeing you for the first time and how he would start bawling on the spot made your throat tighten. "you can't cry or you'll make me cry!" becca laughed as she hugged you tightly before pulling away holding your shoulders.

crystal tears glittered in the corner of your eyes as you looked at her, thinking of all the conversations you had growing up about this day.

"if you let that stuff go you and johnny could be as happy as colin and me." she reminded you before letting go once the music started.

her words played over and over in your head like a broken record as you and johnny met up at the end of the aisle, no doubt done by becca's mom who is trying herself to get you both back together.

over all the years she's known you, she has never seen you happy like when you're with johnny, it was clear the man made you happy but you let fear and anxiety ruin the relationship and future.

"ya look stunning sweetheart." johnny whispered before you both parted and stood on your respective sides, his eyes still focused on you with a small smile knowing his compliment made you warm.

ignoring him you watched with a teary gaze as becca and colin exchanged vows, promising one another to be there until the end of time causing a lump to grow in your throat as you glanced at soap.

his eyes pierced your soul everything faded away like glitter being blown away and it was you and him getting married instead then awful images of that dreaded home visit made you look away.

it was a fear that you couldn't quite get out of your head, losing johnny would mean your certain death as well, loving him too much and too hard was something you never regretted though.

the moment they kissed and made their way down the aisle you waited for everyone to go first before falling into line with johnny. "can we talk?" he asked using that puppy dog look that made you weak, for a grown man to do something get it down made you laugh.

you looked around watching as everyone made their way to the other barn across the way for the dancing and afterparty. "for a moment."

guiding johnny to the first door you found which was a dark closet for cleaning supplies, the smell of it made you scrunch your nose as he moved closer to you once the doors were shut. "i miss you angel."

the nickname soap used for you never failed to make your stomach break into a million butterflies that flapped against each other making a home in your belly. "i know, i read all the emails soap."

over the last three months, he sent you one each day, asking about you before detailing his day, even down to the time he saw a chubby baby and played peek-a-boo with her. "you do?" that was a shock.

"why wouldn't i? i..." you couldn't force those three words out, the letters tangling together like a ball of yarn in your throat.

being so close to him in such a tight space made your heart flutter and your skin break out in goosebumps along with a heat that made you uncomfortable as you shifted your weight between your feet.

johnny stepped forward, his heady scent wafted around you like a warm blanket from the dryer as you looked at him feeling your jaw go slack when his breath mingled with yours. "you what?" he hummed.

there was nowhere for you to go or to lean back against so you stayed rooted in your spot and played with his tie, he was going to make you say it. "you what?" soap pushed again with a louder tone.

"don't be so loud!" you murmured and slapped your palm over his mouth with a huff as you pulled away with an eye roll.

telling johnny how you still loved him more than anything would fix a lot in your life but also it felt like it would only cause more heartbreak. "i love you johnny, damn you and those eyes of yours and the way you hold me and you know when i'm having a rough day with a look."

those words being spilled was like the thread that sewed his broken heart back together. johnny grasped your jaw in one hand no problem to pull you forward and meet his lips in a heated kiss.

it was a teeth-clanking and tongue-tangling makeout session as his hands roamed your body down and over your curves, so he could grope your ass, like two lost lovers you unbuttoned his shirt to feel his chest and stomach groaning at how the muscles contracted.

johhny's hands gripped your dress bunching it up around your thick hips so he could slide his hand in your panties to rub the wet part with a dark chuckle. "no one can make my girl feel so good."

you watched as he dropped to his knees to nuzzle his face between your now spread thighs, his mouth leaving head dizzying kisses along the seam of your cunt making you whine and grip his hair with a huff.

with his help, you rested one hand on top of his shoulders gasping when he moved your panties to the side to kiss your clit with enough pressure to make you squirm with delight and licks that drove you wild as he kept you on the edge while his free hand jerked himself off.

johnny devoured you messily, his tongue tracing each inch of your pussy until he ended back at your swollen pearl giving it more kitten licks and kisses while you jerked your hips. "please soap please."

your begging was so pretty and airy as you felt tears well in your eyes again but this time for a different reason as the air in the closet smelled like sex and want as your cunt drooled in soap's mouth.

one more stroke of his tongue and you came, your cunt fluttering around nothing as you rode out your high until you were tugging on johnny's shoulder with a whine. "fuck me please i need your dick."

soap growled low in his throat giving his cock a squeeze before standing up and licking his lips. with his help, johnny set you on a table and spread your legs obscenely wide open while leaning in.

his mouth found yours in a kiss that made your toes curl as you wrapped your legs around his waist while trailing your hand down his chest to his pants to free his aching cock that sprung free.

the tip rubbed against your slick entrance in a teasing manner as he nipped your bottom lip with a grin hearing you gasp and whine again in his mouth feeling him sink inside your warm heat with a groan.

from being in a cramped closet there was no escaping johhny or his touch, his fingers pinched your nipples once your breasts were tugged free from the top of your bridesmaid dress while his tongue licked into your mouth tasting the sweet champagne you had.

you clung to johnny like he was your lifeline, your fingers curling into the collar of his jacket while you moaned into his mouth feeling his cock drag through your silken walls hitting that special spot.

thankfully no one walked by the closet otherwise they'd hear you getting your brains fucked loose until it turned into mush and oozed from your ears. "fuck me johhny harder please i love you so much!"

your voice was slurry from becoming cock drunk, your hips jerking to meet johnny's sloppy thrusts, the way your wet cunt squelched and milked him it was clear he was struggling not to cum yet.

his hips snapped forward roughly spearing you on his fat length making you squeal as your orgasm hit you like a train dragging johnny down with you in the flames of bliss and a hazy pleasure.

he held your waist and stayed nestled deep inside your pussy while kissing you over again until your chin burned from his scruff. "i love you too angel, be mine again?" he asked with those puppy dog eyes.

"how can i say no?" you teased wrapping your arms around his neck to pepper his face in honey sweet kisses.

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girlashfur · 1 year ago

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fuck it. warriors ask game except the questions are all weird and niche as hell

👴 : fav elder?

❓️ : fav total background character (im not talking minor characters like say. whitewing or moonlight, i mean cats with like...3 lines tops)

📖 : fav comic page from any of the mangas and why

👶 : how old were you when you first touched a warriors book? howd it happen

💢 : what scene made you the most irrationally angry upon first reading

💧 : how many times have you cried over this wretched book series? any favorite memories

💋 : is there any ships out there you absolutely hate for genuinely no good reason at all. like its not problematic in the slightest, if anything it's one of the better ones, you just cannot bring yourself to enjoy it

🐾 : have you ever named a cat after a warriors character OR given a cat a warriors styled name? if so, tell us the story

1️⃣ : was warriors your first animal based fantasy series? if not, what series was?

👑 : when roleplaying (if you ever have roleplayed warrior cats), did you used to power play? be honest.

🗺 : first map you ever watched?

🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched?

🖌 : when did you make your first warriors oc? (if you say you've never had OCs, i dont believe you)

📝 : if commanded to, without warning, approximately how many paragraphs could you write about your favorite warrior cat before you ran out of things to say

💔 : have you ever lost friends over warriors related topics?

🌈 : what's the most 2010s wcforum era esque fandom opinion you still hold onto and will fight people over (things like scourges collar color, dovewings eye color, etc)

🆕️ : are you still up to date / reading the new books? if not, when did you stop?

📱 : were you ever on warriors amino? (if you were, i'm terribly sorry)

🏠 : about how much do your family know about warrior cats, if anything?

🎶 : give me a song you're surprised you haven't seen turned into a warriors pmv yet - and what character(s) you imagine it to

🎥 : fav warriors related youtuber?

❎️ : what's the weirdest crossover au involving warrior cats that you've made? (if you haven't made any, then what's the weirdest one you've seen?)

🗳 : if you could make any cat leader of any clan right now, who would you pick?

🌟 : would you hypothetically go to starclan or the dark forest?

🤔 : what's the biggest series plothole that's bugged you?

😱 : how many people have you blocked over innocuous, not at all important warriors related takes?

☯️ : what dynamic between two cats has got you up at night pacing for hours? (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

🌫 : what's a cat you genuinely forgot existed until recently?

#ashie rambles #warrior cats #warriors #waca #ask game #feel free to send me some of these too btw

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bambisworlds · 4 months ago

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there's a man in the woods (1)

rhysand prequel, part two, part three, part four

(sorry for the long synopsis)

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi (1,917 word count)

content warnings, mdni 18+

f!reader, bambi!oc, little!reader, oc age regresses to 6 years old, ddlg dynamics, established relationship, poly!batboys x oc, caregiver!batboys, protective!batboys, azriel's pretty unhinged, friend!mor, protective!mor, amren being her usual self, use of "Daddy", kidnapping, violence, evil!tamlin (are we surprised), tamlin is a hot mess let's just be real, let me know if i forgot anything x (also if i misrepresent age regression or common aspects of ddlg relationships pls let me know, i'm still learning)

my masterlist

Quickly after Bambi was brought to The Night Court she became the princess of the household. The Bat Boys were utterly obsessed with her, bending over backwards to please her or simply make her smile. But, naturally, when Bambi first arrived at the townhouse she was hesitant. She had been under the impression that Tamlin was her mate. However, she didn't love Tamlin like she thought she should. Something was missing. Turns out, the thing missing was a mating bond.

It took a handful of weeks for Bambi to come out of her shell around the Inner Circle. The first week consisted of her mainly being around Mor. The Bat Boys primal instincts were out of control, so Mor basically banned them to The House of Wind until they got their shit together so they wouldn't petrify Bambi.

It didn't take long for Mor to notice that there was something different about Bambi. From time to time she went quiet, and when she did speak her words lacked her usual sophisticated vocabulary. Then, after she grew more comfortable with Mor, Bambi would grow bolder, and more fussy, than usual during these spells. Mor confided in Madja as to what could explain her behavior, and she described it in medical terminology. But the common name was "little space". So, naturally, she reported this information to The Bat Boys.

Azriel spent 8 hours in the library after Mor informed him about Bambi's coping mechanism, wanting to learn everything he could so he could offer the support and care Bambi needed. After feeling satisfied with his newfound knowledge, he presented it to Rhysand and Cassian. Cassian struggled at first to grasp the concept, but with further education by Rhysand and Azriel, he understood why Bambi age regressed from time to time and wanted to support her the best way he could.

Now, after nearly a year together, The Bat Boys were experts on Bambi. They tended to her every need with unquestionable skill. They knew what she needed when she needed it without having to ask. They moved as one, taking care of her as a team.

But, the three males still had to attend to their responsibilities as High Lord, Commander of the Night Court's Armies, and as Spymaster. So, they couldn't be with Bambi 24/7. When they were busy, they assigned Mor to her. They tried having Amren look after Bambi, but it just resulted in Bambi coming home in tears because Amren made fun of her plushies and kept beating her at checkers (everyone else always let her win). From then on Bambi was always entrusted to Mor's care when they were unavailable.

Today was like any other day. Mor had taken Bambi to walk through the shops. Bambi wasn't feeling little today, but she was still easily distracted and forgetful so Mor accompanied her on her shopping trip. Plus, the entirety of the Inner Circle was overprotective of Bambi. Even Amren, at times. While Mor was finishing up paying for a new bracelet Bambi selected, Bambi wandered down a few stalls to look at pastries. She was about to flag Mor down to buy some when a large hand wrapped around her hand and began to drag her down the busy streets.

Mor searched the shopping stalls for hours in search of Bambi when she couldn't find Bambi's familiar blonde hair among the mass of people. After coming up empty-handed and beginning to panic, she returned to the townhouse to tell The Bat Boys.

"You. Did. What?" Cassian spits.

"How did you manage to lose her?" Rhysand demands, resting his hands on his hips. The moment Mor entered the townhouse without Bambi Azriel's shadows disappeared, already searching for her.

"She is quite small," Amren says from the chair she was in, filing her nails. Cassian scoffs at her lack of urgency.

"You know I would never let anything happen to her," Mor says, growing defensive, "I turned for 5 seconds and she... disappeared." Mor sighed, "I've searched every street in Velaris. She's not in The Night Court," she conceded. Mor looked over at Azriel warily, he was painfully quiet, "Az say something."

Azriel bristled, his hands curling into fists, "Do you have any idea how frightened she'll be when it gets dark outside?" he said lowly, glaring at Mor.

"She wouldn't just wander off like that," Cassian says, "She knows not to go anywhere without us. Besides, everyone in Velaris knows she's our mate. She could ask practically anyone for help and they would bring her to us."

"Then someone must've taken her," Azriel practically growls, his siphons glowing ominously.

"Who would do that? We're on good terms with all the Courts," Mor implored, "Except..." she trails off. Azriel's eyes snap up to Mor's face before he begins to storm towards the front door of the townhouse.

"Azriel wait, we can't do anything rash," Rhysand tries to reason, winnowing in front of him to block his path, "If Tamlin has her we need to be careful, he's unstable and unpredictable. We can't just go blazing into his court without expecting resistance."

"I welcome resistance, Truthteller hasn't gotten dirty in a while," Azriel threatened, his tone deadly.

"I'm in full support of blazing in there. I'll cut his head off before he can do shit," Cassian says, cracking his knuckles.

Rhysand sighs and rubs his forehead in agitation, "It would be nice to not always be the only reasonable one here for once," he mutters to himself before looking back up at The Inner Circle, "Let me try to reach her first, so we can see what we're up against."

"You haven't tried to reach her yet?" Cassian demands, clearly angry that Rhysand hadn't tried to use his daemati abilities yet.

"I've been preoccupied trying to stop you from destroying another court," Rhysand seethes. "Just... give me a moment," Rhysand sighs and sits down on one of the plush sofas in the room. Amren continued to file her nails, glancing up at Rhysand with slight interest. Rhysand focused, his mind reaching out in search of Bambi's. He knew her signature like the back of his hand, usually he could slip into her mind without a bit of effort, but today he couldn't, "She's far away," Rhysand mutters, shifting uncomfortably in the chair as he strains to reach out farther with his mind.

Azriel began to fidget as the minutes passed, the tick of the father clock breaking the silence. Cassian sat on the sofa opposite of Rhysand, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at The High Lord, trying to decipher if he had found something while Azriel began to pace like a caged animal. Mor remained in the entryway of the living area, biting her nails anxiously as she watched Rhysand.

"There," Rhysand whispers as he finally feels Bambi's familiar energy throughout the sea of minds he had shuffled through. Azriel stops pacing and turns to look at Rhysand, while Cassian perks up in his seat. "I found her," Rhysand says breathily, "Darling, can you hear me?" Rhysand speaks into Bambi's mind, separated by miles. One of the first things Rhysand taught Bambi was how to speak with him telepathically, in case they would need it for times like these. Plus, he enjoyed having access to her mind whenever he wanted.

"Daddy?" she answers, her voice faint and echoey. Rhysand smiles to himself at the sound of her voice. He could barely make out her words due to the distance between them, but that didn't make hearing her any less comforting.

"I need you to tell me where you are. Do you know where you are sweetheart?" Rhysand asks telepathically, his tone gentle. It was obvious to Rhysand that Bambi was in little space, likely due to the fear and anxiety of the situation she was in. Azriel, Cassian, and Mor stared at Rhysand, practically unblinking, as they waited for any new information.

"S'hard," she says, her voice small, echoing in his mind. Rhysand knew she struggled to use her daemati abilities more than usual when in little space. She lost focus easily and struggled to remember what Rhysand had taught her to do. Plus, it was taxing on the mind and could easily exhaust her.

"I know little one, but I need you to try really hard for Daddy so I can come get you," Rhysand said gently, "Now, can you tell me where you are?" A few moments passed and Rhysand waited anxiously.

"Tamlin," is all Bambi managed to slip into Rhysand's mind. That was all the confirmation he needed.

"Sit tight, Daddy's coming for you, okay? Azzy, Cass, and I will be there soon." Rhysand says before cutting off his connection with Bambi, but leaving a window open in his mind so she could reach him if she needed. "She's with Tamlin," Rhysand says firmly, rising from his seat abruptly.

"Is she alright?" Cassian demanded, rising to his feet as well.

"Not entirely. She's little right now, which will make it harder to get her home safely." Rhysand says, "But she knows we're coming. Hopefully, that will bring her comfort."

Across Prythian, Bambi was sitting timidly at Tamlin's dining table as he poured her a glass of wine. Rhysand's voice was bouncing around her mind, "I know little one, but I need you to try really hard for Daddy so I can come find you. Now, can you tell me where you are?"

"Isn't this nice? Us being back together again?" Tamlin asks as he pushes the goblet closer to Bambi. She didn't reach for it, "That's fine faerie wine, you can at least pretend to look grateful." he scoffs, taking a sip from his glass.

Bambi was too focused on using her daemati skills to register Tamlin's words, straining as she tried to respond to Rhysand mentally, "Tamlin," she managed to transfer the singular word into Rhysand's mind. She let out a heavy breath, sinking into her chair once she managed to do so. Tamlin set down his goblet on the table with a thud.

"Did you just tell Rhysand something?" he demands and Bambi looks down at her lap, "Hey!" he snaps, grabbing her chin so she makes eye contact with him, "What did you tell him?" Tamlin growls, "Tell me! What did you tell him!" Tamlin demands and Bambi flinches with a slight whimper.

"I-I told him where I am," she says shakily, looking up at Tamlin anxiously as she waits for his reaction.

"Fuck!" Tamlin bellows, throwing his goblet onto the ground, causing it to shatter. "Why can't one fucking thing ever go to plan!" he shouts, throwing a chair against the wall next. Bambi flinched with each loud noise, fidgeting with the fabric of her dress to try to focus on the smooth silk instead of the danger around her.

"Sit tight, Daddy's coming for you, okay? Azzy, Cass, and I will be there soon." Rhysand's voice echoes in Bambi's mind and she stills, glancing up at Tamlin. Tamlin panted, resting his hands on his hips as he finally stopped throwing things around.

He looked over at Bambi, noticing her gaze on him, "What?" he spits.

"You should run," Bambi says simply, before focusing back on the fabric of her dress. Tamlin bristled slightly from her words.

Moments later Lucien walked into the dining room, his good eye scanning over the mess around the room before landing on Bambi. Lucien sighs at the sight of her, looking over at Tamlin, "Have you gone mad?"

if you have any requests including the people on my masterlist please comment them below any of my posts or in my submissions!! (check here: about my blog to see what things i'm not comfortable with in regards to requests <3)

#rhysand x oc #rhysand acotar #acotar #azriel x oc #azriel #azriel acotar #cassian x fem!reader #cassian acotar #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand x little!reader #azriel x little!reader #cassian x little!reader #mor acotar #amren acotar #sarah j. maas #cassian x oc

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l1zardart1stre · 6 months ago

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MEGA ART DUMP

OK ONE LAST THING. here's a bunch of art stuff I've made recently since very rarely do I post shit here these days. The oldest stuff is first and the newest stuff is last for each category. This isn't even all of the twitter exclusive stuff btw, go follow that for everything

DIGITAL STUFF

first off, fanart of Tenna from https://soundcloud.com/bigie_g check out the take I work on it

fanart for https://soundcloud.com/swapfell-i-hate-you

a character that was originally a prediction for a leak take, but I turned into their own character, named "Serpent"

My Sona!

A random doodle of karkat vantas from Homestuck. That's Right! I'm a Homestuck fan :>

SPRITE STUFF

one-off Kris<>Noelle swap au

bootleg undertale au

fan talk sprites for @bryleeoz 's swap au reverie, of the character Wynter

grilled cheese battery rabbit sona. basically me if I was the same kind of darkner batterego was.

almost forgot this one, tenna as that four screen house thing from homestuck which I cant remember.

various chapter three antagonists. annes, tennas, whatever.

Bobee Slox, toby's EVIL twin.

the guy from The New Norm (a "twitter sitcom") as Tenna.

remake of an old secret boss, basically flowey but a cowgirl.

ocs.

a Tenna take of mine, Glen Tenna. two faced bastard who wants to be your friend but gets pissed when you don't want to. Listen to his song https://soundcloud.com/deltarune-landfill/glen-tenna

various Gaster designs, inspired by an idea by huecycles.

Ok that's all I wanna show rn. I left out a lot of fanart that was specifically meant for somebody compared to like a project since I don't have all their twitter @'s on hand rn, maybe I'll do a big fanart post later who knows. not very likely but who knows. anyways I hope this brings you back into the loop on what my arts been like lately, see ya in like 30 years :>

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faithinus · 1 month ago

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Forbidden Fruit

Summary: Mat and his friends gather for an annual poker game. A shocking revelation about his sister throws him off balance.

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister featuring Mat Barzal himself :)

Word Count: 800

The dim overhead lighting cast long, skeletal shadows across the faces of the men gathered around the poker table. Empty beer bottles and half-eaten plates of chips littered the coffee table, testament to the relaxed atmosphere of their annual holiday game. Liam, Mat's childhood friend and host, dealt the cards with a practiced flourish, a grin spreading across his face.

"So, Mark," Liam drawled, his voice low and gravelly, "spill the beans. Anything juicy happening in the big leagues lately?" Liam, a former hockey player whose career had fizzled after college, was notorious for his relentless pursuit of insider information. He slapped a hand on Mat’s shoulder. "Mat here is giving me nothing. He's been cooped up in the gym ever since he got back to Vancouver.”

Mark, a burly man with a thick neck and a penchant for strong opinions, was the newest addition to their inner circle. Despite having faced him on the ice, Mat still felt a degree of unfamiliar tension with him. Mark took a long sip from his beer. "Not much. Just the usual trade rumors, injuries, the standard fare."

Liam leaned forward conspiratorially. "Oh, there's more than that. Heard you ran into our boy Quinn the other night."

Mat raised an eyebrow. "Quinn?"

"The Captain himself," Liam confirmed, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I heard he's found himself a new muse, but he's being oddly secretive about it, even with his teammates. My bet is a reporter. That's why he's so tight-lipped."

Mat always respected Quinn, both on and off the ice. He was a quiet leader with a steely resolve and skating that was nothing short of poetry in motion. But he didn't care much for the details of any player's romantic life.

Mark, shuffling his cards absentmindedly, mumbled, "Nah, doesn't seem like the type. I saw him out at Blue Water Cafe the other night with the girl. My sister recognized her..."

Another one of Mat's old friends, Ben, kicked Mark under the table.

"What the hell was that for?"

Ben, reaching out for his cards and pulling them to his chest, muttered, "Just get back to the game."

Mark's eyes snapped to Mat's face. "Oh shit. I forgot."

Ben glared at him. "Just stop talking. Please."

Mat, noticing the tense conversation, finally looked up from his cards. "Okay, now I'm interested."

The room fell silent. Mat's eyes darted around the table to each of the men, searching for a clue.

"What do you know that I don't?" he asked, a dangerous edge to his voice. Liam held his hands up in defense. "I have no idea. I swear."

“Ben? C'mon. Spit it out." Mat's eyes pleaded with his childhood teammate, burning into him. Ben sighed under the weight of his stare.

"It's Alayna." He said under his breath, averting his gaze.

"Excuse me?" Mat shook his head in disbelief at the name that came out of his mouth.

Liam, eyes wide with surprise, stammered, "The girl is Alayna? As in, Mat's sister?"

Mat's face paled. Alayna? Dating Quinn? The Captain of the Vancouver Canucks?

A wave of icy dread washed over him. All those "I'm never dating a hockey player" speeches echoed in his mind, a bitter irony. And her last relationship… that had been a disaster. It took her months to recover. He had just started to see that spark in her again. Now this? Mat imagined Alayna, her laughter, her gentle spirit, potentially entangled with the unforgiving, predatory world of professional hockey. Surely no captain would have the energy and emotional bandwidth to put his sister’s needs above their own. Victory often came at a person cost.

He could feel Liam's gaze on him, a mixture of amusement and sympathy in its depths. He managed a weak smile, his voice trembling slightly. "Right. Alayna. Of course."

Mat pushed his chair back from the table, his mind reeling. This couldn't be happening.

His eyes flew around the table once again. "You guys already knew? Alayna has my friends covering for her? Like some kind of secret operation?" Mat said, incredulous.

Ben leaned his head back on the chair in defeat and wiped a hand across his face. "If it makes you feel any better, apparently they're inseparable. Head over heels, the whole nine yards."

Mat groaned. He wanted to sink into the floor and vanish. “My sister, though? Out of anyone in Vancouver?”

The rest of the group fiddled with their cards absently. The silence grew suffocating. Mat sighed, the weight of the news settling heavy on his chest. "He better not be fucking around."

"I wouldn't get your hopes up. Those Canucks are notoriously..." Ben swatted Mark on the head. "Not. helping."

Mat took a long pull from his drink, wishing he had something stronger to singe his throat, something to dull the shock. He had a feeling this was going to be a very rocky holiday season.

#faithinus writing #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x barzal!reader #quinn hughes angst #quinn x alayna #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #nhl #hockey rpf #mat barzal

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squidpedia · 1 year ago

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My take on the 5 human soul designs except

these are literally my oc’s and I was shitposting to a friend at the time I made these a few months ago. I just tweaked their names and outfits a little bit and got a little too into the joke 🚶‍♂️

Cried when I realized how it fits their personalities and some of their colors schemes

Some fun facts I guess:

Everyone except scal and meadow were genderbent to be enby and had their names changed (scal and meadow were already enby though so they just remained the same)

Scal and Cho are twins that probably fell at the same time

Prawny is the twin’s older sibling that went looking for them

There was also an oc I turned into the justice soul at the time but 😀

Their name is Marz

eh its fine I like Clover’s design better anyways. And yeah I only went back and made the last 3 doodles after beating uty’s nuetral route I think. Sorry for stealing your fit clover

Incorporates headcannon a friend mentioned where all the kids had regular eye colors before falling down, and then when in the underground they gain whatever eyecolor reflects their soul trait

`Extra doodles:

(I FORGOT PRAWNY’S NATURAL EYECOLOR IS LIGHT BLUE RAAAAAA HOWD I MAKE IT BROWN EARLIER)

Au versions vs og counterparts names

Abriel - Abigail

Scal remains the same

Cho - Vie

Prawny - Prawn

Meadow remains the same

Marz - Marzi

Fun fact, if you want to see some old comics featuring some of these characters (mainly abi, scal, vie, and prawn), I made a webtoon a few years ago called An Unconscious Effort featuring them. Don’t expect anything good from the chapters though, they were primarily made to be a learning experience about making longer comic strips and suffer a lot in terms of quality. I do wish to officially start the comic one day, but for the time being I’m just working on trying to finalize the plot

#uty #undertale yellow #undertale yellow clover #clover undertale yellow #uty clover #clover uty #pedias art #undertale

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 6 days ago

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the last bit of us (chapter five)

Plot: Tyler Owens hasn’t been home in a year. He’s survived all the storm chasing and motel living with his new partners as they try to save lives. But with all the damage they’ve taken from driving high beams first into monster storms, it’s time to pay the piper and bring the truck in for repairs. And the only person who can fix them is the best mechanical engineer he’s ever met. Eleanor Harding, his estranged wife.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Estranged Wife OC (Harding Daughter), Estranged Wife! OC x Rhett Abbott

Word Count: 1.9k

Playlist Song: i can do it with a broken heart by taylor swift

prologue / one / two / three / four / five

After hours of angrily wiping away my tears while tossing and turning, I decide there’s no point in staying in bed. I toss the comforter from my legs and drag a flannel over my shoulders, before cracking the door open to my bedroom. I pause for a moment, hearing the silence throughout the house and remember the paperwork.

The night of our fight, I’d waited until the next morning to call Tyer out of fear that he was hurt. When he didn’t answer, I called a few of our friends but no one answered. After a few days, I’d started calling local hospitals and the sheriff’s office, even checking the local motels and bars. I gave up hope that he would come home after a month, shuffling all of our photos and knickknacks into a box. Two months without a word, I put all of his things in the attic of the barn. I waited six months before I stopped wearing my wedding rings.

It was a year before he popped up, hooting and hollering on a Youtube channel. That was the first week I reached out to a lawyer to draft up the papers, though I could never get them signed because he was never in the same location to be able to serve him. And now, the fucker was sprawled out in the living room like he’d just been out to Danny’s for a few beers and forgot his way home. I’d be damned if he was going to leave again without signing the papers.

I grab my rings from the little dish and yank open the junk drawer at the bottom of my dresser. The packet of crinkled pages sits at the top, my name already scratched along each line. I open the door again, walking down the stairs. Tyler is sprawled out on the couch, snoring away loudly. Boone’s arms are crossed over his chest as he curls into the rocking chair and Dexter’s curled up in a sleeping bag on the floor. I drop the divorce papers on the coffee table beside Tyler, rings placed atop them.

He stirs a little and I wonder if we’ll fight here and now, but he only grumbles and rolls so his face is shoved into the cushions. I shake my head and head into the kitchen, unplugging my coffee maker and sliding my boots on. The porch door squeals as I head outside and over to the barn. It’s still dark out and I wonder if I’ll ever get to sleep again.

It takes a little while to set up a light that hangs from the barn door, swinging it out wide so that I’ll be able to work on dad’s old truck. I drag an extension cord from inside, plugging in first the coffee maker and then the light. I turn on an old radio, grab my tools and get to work. I’d spent months trying to build a new engine and get the thing running but the contract had really taken my attention.

Humming as I tighten some wires, it’s peaceful and for once, it feels like I can actually breathe. It’s not until I start my second pot of coffee that the sun starts to rise and the porch door swings wild from its hinges. The noise makes me jump a little, zapping myself while trying to connect a new battery.

“Son of a bitch,” I shake my hand.

“What the hell is this?” Tyler’s voice bellows from across the yard.

“Divorce papers,” I turned to look at him over my shoulder, adjusting my position sitting inside the hood.

“You just decided to draft them up while I was asleep?”

“Why are you so mad?” I say, raising a brow and looking at him. His jaw is clenched, brows knitted tightly together. I can’t tell if it’s disgust or annoyance but either way makes no sense. “You have a girlfriend, do you not? She’s upstairs, in the guest bedroom wrapped up in the sheets my mother bought up for our second anniversary. You should be thanking me.”

Tyler opens his mouth, points a finger at me but no words come out. “Aren’t we both supposed to see a lawyer? Talk through like…percentages?”

I turn back to the engine, connecting the last of the cables. I’ve recited the list once a week, everything that I’d talked through with my parents’ lawyer. “I get the house which I’ll buy you out on, you keep the truck. We both have separate bank accounts so nothing to touch there. Don’t need alimony and I could never give you a child so you don’t need to worry about child support.”

The look on his face from the mention of us never having kids is a mix of heartbreak and anguish. “El.” Behind him, I watch our his friends clamoring down the porch steps to the safety of their RV.

“It’s simple. Easy. Harmless. Sign the papers, let me fix the truck and we can both move on with our lives. It’s pretty reasonable,” I shrug and shake my head. My phone starts to ring and I look down.

“Right, so you and Rhett Abbott can walk off into the sunset right? You can just hop on the next bull rider you know?” I jump from the bumper and pocket my phone. I wipe my hands on the rough material before chucking the rag at him, getting his white shirt dirty with grease.

“Tell me something…what on Earth gave you the right to act like you were the one abandoned in this relationship? You left me. Do you remember? Have you been rattled by too many tornadoes to remember? You left. This isn’t me springing something new on you that’s coming from left field. This is me, cleaning up the mess that you made and putting myself back together and another thing,” I scream, shoving him and the anger continues to bubble over.

There’s a rumble that interrupts my statement, a familiar truck rolling up over the hill. Rhett’s truck. “Well, ain’t that just the perfect timing?” Tyler grunts.

“Wonderful, maybe your girlfriend can meet him,” I snark, walking past him to meet Rhett as he turns off the truck. He gives me a small smile, glancing over at Tyler as he opens the truck door.

“Hi,” I greet him, leaning against the bed as he climbs out. “I thought I said I’d call you.”

Rhett looks down, licks his bottom lip. “I’m real sorry, I don’t want you to have to deal with more of Tyler’s shit with me showin’ up again. I just–uh.” He walks around me and tugs down the tailgate. I watch as he pulls something out, noticing him holding up a few plastic bags. “I uh…I know how busy yesterday got and knowing you, figured you might need some groceries.”

My breath hitches, my mouth drops open in shock. My heart melts a little at how thoughtful he is and smiles a little. “Rhett, you shouldn’t have.”

His face falls and he must think I mean that it’s not needed. So I walk forward and take one of the bags from his grasp, kissing his cheek. “I mean, you’re too kind and I know how exhausted you must be from your ride last night. And you still woke up early to get me some groceries?”

His face lights up a little and his forehead touches mine. “I just wanted to help. Want me to bring ‘em inside or is that going to cause a war?’

“Who doesn’t love a little screaming in the morning?” I nod to the porch and grab another bag from him. He grabs the remainder of the totes, following me across the lawn and into the house where I pull everything out onto the counter while he tugs the fridge door open.

Rhett whistles. “Did he clean you out or are you just not eating three meals a day?’

“Funny,” Tyler appears suddenly in the archway.

Rhett and I share a look, trying not to smile.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Tyler asks, arms crossed over his grease stained chest.

“Will you just go away?” I ask, tucking some cans of soup up in the cabinet. My phone rang again.

“El and I aren’t dating,” Rhett says, nodding.

“I’ve gotta take this,” I say, walking out of the kitchen. “Hey Mom...everything alright?”

“Hi darling, just calling to let you know we’re on our way home, were you able to get Dad’s medication?” Mom asks, the loud rumble of the truck echoing in the background.

“I’ve got it, I’ll head over so he can get started on it,” I turn to try to listen to Tyler and Rhett’s conversation. I’m only able to get a few words out of the conversation, things like “finalized divorce” and “bold accusation”. I close my eyes and sink into the wooden bench. Footsteps make me open my eyes and look up, staring at a startled Kate.

“Honey, did you hear me?” my mom’s voice crackles through.

“Sorry, sorry mom, can you say that again? You broke up there,” I lie, looking down at my feet.

“I said, ‘did that good for nothing husband of yours sign the papers?’ Is he gone?” she asks. In the background, I can hear my dad’s voice growing louder to ask questions about Tyler’s presence.

“Jo, give me the damn phone – I may have cancer but I can still–,” his voice grows louder until it’s clear he’s wrestled the phone from mom’s grip. “Sweetheart, do you need me to come out there? I’ll get rid of him for you. Everyone’s coming into town today and tomorrow for the big BBQ, I’ll call up your uncles. Rabbit and Dusty will be there in a few hours, you just give me the word,” he says, his voice a little weak.

“No Daddy, that won’t be necessary. I’m just fixing up the man’s truck and then he’ll be gone. Plus, no offense to Uncle Dusty and Uncle Rabbit but seeing Mom is probably enough to shake his core,” I tell him. “But I’ll be over in a little while, just have to put away some groceries.”

“Alright sweetheart, if you change your mind,” he hums.

“I’ll sound the siren,” I reply.

“That’s my tempest,” he says endearingly. “Love you.”

“Love you guys. Bye.” I hang up the phone and look up at Kate, still watching me.

“Do you need something?” I ask, rising to my feet. She shakes her head and watches me turn to the kitchen. There’s still a safe distance between the two men and that’s a relief because I don’t think I have enough time to mop up the blood from the kitchen tiles.

Rhett looks up at Kate in confusion, turning to look at me in surprise. “Well, this is all fun and awkward but I have to get going so Tyler, if you can sign those while I’m gone and go do something that isn’t at my house,” I clap my hands together. “That would be great.” I turn to Rhett.

“And I would love to walk you out to your truck,” I say, tossing my hair up.

“Great,” he tucks the final item from the bags, a bag of pre-cut bagels, on the countertop. “Blueberry, from that bakery you like.”

“That sounds delicious,” Kate interrupts. I nod, glancing at Tyler.

“Mmm, yeah. You should take Kate, get some breakfast. If you remember the spot.” Considering it’s where our wedding cake came from.

Tyler blows out some air and I tug the pencil from my hair, letting it fall down around my shoulders. I toss it to him. “Lock up when you get out, please.”

A/N: Thank you so much everyone for the kind words! I disappeared for a little while because I became an english professor and was teaching in the fall but have this semester off so i'm back at it! all your comments and feedback has been incredible! please continue to send any along and click here if you want to join the taglist!

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cheezekennith · 3 months ago

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So uh hi

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the ask box is now closed already bc i told the palestinians to stop donating me cuz y'know i don't have money, they keep spamming me but i still support them (and note: I left the touhou fandom so please don't like nor reblog my old touhou stuff please!)

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The old introduction post is so ugly ew wtf

I am cheeze, eli or nemesis, you may call me but don't call me weird ahh shitty names

And this is not ment for children, this blog is 13+ btw so sorry for a ppl who are tweens or younger

I'm an artist who likes drawing, sleeping or attending to cosplays

My age is a no bc why

Im a roman catholic and uh yuh

I'm a minor please don't do disgusting ahh shit on me wtf💀-

I have autism or ASD and cycle social bc I'm disabled

I lived in the philippines

I am a young artist who is currently in junior high school

I am half filipino, half chinese and half spainish

I'm very weird asl

I collect some figures

I'm sometimes a cosplayer yea i attend cosplays cuz yes

I sometimes speak filipino or tagalog cuz uhm y'all know, I'm very bad at it (pwede ako ig?) and tagalog isn't my first language but, english is my first language (sometimes my English is garbage)

I am asexual btw

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My birthday is august 24 or 08/24 (in philippine calendar ofc) and at least I don't share the year

Oh also btw i like owls bc their my favs

Anyways my persona cuz why not

And my second persona

And meet the artist card bc I made one

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I also have alot of ocs to count and I even sometimes forgot my ocs' names

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Have some crappy user boxes bc why not

Also this account is selfship safe if you're a fellow selfshipper like my friend @antonias-beloved and you're welcome here, except for proshipper and comshippers are not allowed here

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bugsb1te · 2 months ago

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X-MEN OC YAPPING!!!

Here's a small doodle of my X-Men OC! His name is Ryder, he's a mutant, his mutant power is similar to telepathy, but rather for emotions and feelings instead of all aspects of the mind. It's called "Absolute Empathy" I believe! He can sense, manipulate, and project emotions! He cannot read minds, control minds, communicate telepathically, but he can "read your heart" in a way, and influence your emotions using his mind. He can also project his emotions telepathically if he finds them hard to express. continued yapping under the cut !!

This ability can be useful for communicating feelings, but it also causes him great stress. He believes he cannot trust anyone's feelings toward him to be genuine, when people show interest in him, want to be his friend, or have romantic feelings for him, he assumes that it must be his control over his power slipping, and that he is the one influencing these feelings. this leaves him feeling very alone and paranoid about people's "real" intentions or feelings. He doesn't know that he can't actually make people fall in love with him, since love is such a complex array of emotions, but he is always scared that his close friends and loved ones really don't care about him at all. On a more positive note, he can fight with this power if needed. He can stun an enemy by invoking a sense of terror in them, but he can only do this if they don't know how to fight his ability. If you are aware that he is manipulating you, you can remind yourself it's not real and fight back against he emotions he's casting onto you. he's a very sensitive person, and often his empathic ability can make him susceptible to breakdowns.

here's a silly drawing i did of him crying lol GRR GRRGRR i miss when i drew in this art style >:( my style has changed a lot </3

also I ship him with Logan lalalala Logan's mind and heart are very strong, and not easily broken into, and Ryder is intrigued by this at first, then as Ryder spends more time with logan as a new member of the X-Men, he develops feelings. And Logan does too but at a much slower pace and in a more complex way. since he still loves Jean. I made up a little scene where Logan was having nightmares, and all the feelings Logan was experiencing woke Ryder up from across the mansion, so Ryder went to check in on Logan. He woke Logan up and asked him if he was alright, and of course Logan pushed him away, but Ryder asked if he could help at all. Logan said that he would never be able to understand, or feel what he feels, (he kinda forgot in the moment that Ryder was a superhuman empath) and so Ryder said something like "Then let me in, let me in so I can understand." and then he cups Logan's face in his hands and presses his forehead to his, and then Ryder dives into Logan's mind/heart and feels all he feels and then they share a moment of vulnerability together. After a few minutes Ryder leaves and goes back to bed and so does Logan, BUT AUGGHGHHAGHGHH they make me SICK GRGRGGRGRGRRRGRGR Also obligatory Logan and grumpy Ryder (Old art, my style has changed a lot since then)

Im actually so mad that i don't draw like this anymore GRRR anyways ryder dump

ignore the last drawing where he's a cyborg, that's a drawing of him from spiderverse, (he's my general self insert oc) ignore the last drawing where he's a cyborg, that's a drawing of him from spiderverse, (he's my general self insert oc)

also i would like to add, that in the X-Men universe, I'm inserting him into the first three X-Men movies, and in this time period, he's on T but is pre-op so he is binding rather than having the top scars like in the other drawings :3 anyways yap sesh OVER

#x men #marvel #xmen #mutant oc #xmen oc #x men oc #orignal character #yapping #professional yapper #yap yap yap #certified yapper

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honey-decadence · 1 month ago

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Ignite (Haikyuu!! 2024 Fic Exchange)

"He cried as if he hadn't opened up for years. Actually, that was very likely the case."

CW: gn reader, exes to lovers, emotional reunion, crying, falling for each other again, catch up, nostalgia and reminiscing, teeeensy bit of angst followed up by a happy ending, minor oc (Haruto is reader's younger brother for this story, it's a super common name but nonetheless, any similarities to any real or fictional persons is purely coincidental)

Word Count: 5972

a/n: @szyvrue happy holidays! forgive me for running late but I hope Oikawa made it worth the wait! Thank you for waiting patiently! and thank you @lale-txt for hosting this event!

"I really missed you Y/N chan~" You could hear him sniffling, hugging your torso even tighter. "I never once forgot about you". The man you never stopped loving for years cried gently as those words stumbled out of his mouth.

How you ended up with your old flame in your arms once more with his head tucked into the crook of your neck and his hands rubbing your back, much broader than you last remembered him, was... a bit unexpected.

Thinking back on it, the chances were slim, almost obsolete really. He had made no announcement of returning home on his social media, both private and his professional accounts, he made no comment to his family or friends, minus a few according to him.

And here he was, clinging to you like a lost child, crying tears of joy in the middle of a park with the light from the giant lamp post flickering.

You beat the odds.

Making a pro volleyball player cry on his first night home was not on your list of things to accomplish before the year ended.

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"Let's go Seijoh Let's go!" you shouted enthusiastically. It was only a practice match for nationals, the high school boys needed all the practice they could get before rolling out on the big national stage in Tokyo but you couldn't help but cheer them on.

The game was tense, it was 24 to 23 with the predicted winning team being Aoba Johsai, players of both teams were desperately scrambling around to score that one decisive point.

You came to cheer on your younger brother, Haruto, a setter for the team and a third year.

After finally being able to get off work early and taking a crowded train to get to a rival school's gym, managing to overcome a mix of bad luck and inconveniences, you finally were able to come watch a game your brother was playing in for the first time today. It was only about 20 minutes away from your old high school but the amount of people you had to slip through at the station made the adventure seem more arduous this evening.

The whistle blew and everyone on the court prepared for the opposing team's serve. Seijoh's defense managed to get the ball up in the air with your little brother following through by setting a perfect arc that no wing spiker could possibly complain about and that's when you noticed... someone.

Oikawa....

but not the one you dated.

No, this Oikawa was... Takeru? Your eyes blinked a few times before they fixated on the young man, spiking the ball through the opposing team's defense with explosive power.

Since when did he get this big? How old must he be now? Was he the same age as your brother?

A smile then grew on your face, reminiscing the past and remembering fondly on the times Oikawa Tohru, your then boyfriend, would stop by your house to drop off some snacks and goodies, accompanied by none other than a tiny Takeru chan after his little tikes volleyball practice. He was such a little munchkin then.

You remembered the times Takeru would slip up about something silly his uncle would do, like walking in on Oikawa shaking his butt in front of his bedroom mirror, getting too loud while watching a volleyball match on his computer and his mom yelling at him shortly after, or how lame he was for drooling on his pillow. Typical reportings of a 6 year old.

Of course Oikawa would chastise his nephew for this, clearly embarrassed about his privacy being on blast in front of all people, his partner.

You thought back to the time you and Oikawa were out on a date when Takeru would call Oikawa's number through some relative's phone number to ask if he could play with Oikawa's psp. It was then that Takeru would follow up with "why is it pink?" and that was the first and last time Oikawa would put his nephew on speaker.

Much to Oikawa's exasperation, amongst other questions about this games and hobbies, even if you didn't say anything, you found that trivia about Oikawa to be adorable and wished he'd show you more of the side of him then.

You found the whole thing to be really cute in fact, the way Oikawa would care for his nephew, even when he would be annoyed by Takeru, yelling at him on the phone only to further embarrass himself as the people around you two would turn and stare.

It made for a good laugh, more for you than for Oikawa but you could see that it made him happy. You got a kick out of him and Takeru's interactions.

Oikawa was a sweetheart then before his insecurities revolving around the sport consumed him for quite some time.

You couldn't remember the exact argument where you had broken things off with him, there were too many where you argued about why he was so obsessed with the sport, some guy from another high school, and how prideful he was about it.

But what you did remember and regret all these years was when you raised your voice at him once, telling him to quit volleyball.

It wasn't necessarily for him to choose between you and the sport but more so that you couldn't understand his obsession, an obsession that both brought him so much joy and pain.

You couldn't fathom why he compared himself to others in this sport and still complained about not being enough, why he was so fixated on crushing certain players instead of focusing more on his supportive teammates.

For him, it was his life, for you, it was madness. It became too much for you to handle admittedly.

You bit your tongue, remembering those words, how his face changed from that of a charming sweet young man to a defensive and envious monster.

You still felt conflicted all those years, you had to speak up but ... was it okay for you to say it the way you did? Could you have told him in a much gentler manner? Were you fed up with his frustrations by that point?

Or maybe it was becaus-

The whistle blew for what seemed like too long, deafening to everyone in its vicinity and snapping you out of your trip down memory lane.

The opposing team puffed and heaved with a glum but satisfied look on their faces, the Seijoh boys won the match, their victorious roaring replacing the whistle.

You practically ran outside, hit by the freezing winter winds but forgoing all that to meet up with your brother after his match. Luckily, because of those white tracksuits, it make finding the Seijoh boys a lot easier in the dark evening.

"Haruto!" you shouted, taking extra long strides to reach your little brother. He and his team were waiting for the bus to arrive; waving his hands, your brother welcomed you kindly and of course standing next to him was Takeru.

He seemed smaller on the court, in fact both of the boys did, but now seeing him up close, you realized how much taller he was, almost towering over you and your brother.

"Hey! Long time no see!" Haruto remarked, "Did you escape from hell?"

"Oh shut up, it's already 8pm, isn't it past your bedtime?" you bantered back, earning a few chuckles from Takeru and the other teammates who overheard the interaction.

"Whatever, at least I'm not gonna be stuck in an office for the next 40 years like you!"

Rolling your eyes at your brother's comment, you noticed Takeru, awkwardly caught in self doubt: he looked like he wasn't sure whether to say hello or what but he seemed kinda tense. It's been over a decade, of course he wasn't going to know how he should approach his uncle's ex.

You turned and smiled warmly at Takeru, hoping that the warm gesture would make him relax around you.

"Takeru kun, do you remember me?" you chimed, also worried if he remembered you, internally praying that he did or otherwise this interaction would be getting more awkward real quick.

The look on his face brightened up, relieved that it wasn't only him who was hit with nostalgia. While trying to maintain his composure, he chirped:

"Of course I do! I remember you came to my uncle's house once and sometimes he'd take me down the long way to my house just to drop off gifts for you."

"Oh you remember that? How funny!"

Your brother popped in, his eyes wide. "You guys met?" He seemed so perplexed by the situation, had Haruto really not remembered your ex?

Before you could respond, Takeru answered him: "My uncle and them dated when they were in high school but then he got dumped".

You had to hold back your laughter, even years later, Takeru was still as blunt as ever it seems. You wonder how often he'd get in trouble for being too honest.

"Haruto do you really not remember me talking to mom about his uncle? I could have sworn you two met once?" even you were puzzled by his shoddy memory. Oikawa had never entered your home but you do remember your younger brother teasing you about him, as per usual children's shenanigans.

He blinked twice, furrowing his brows, trying his best to remember how your ex looked but to no avail.

You sighed, "Forget it, I'll show you a picture of him at the house". You turned back to Takeru, genuinely curious as to what he's been up to all these years. Clearly he must have been inspired by his uncle to pursue volleyball all this time. Takeru probably kept in close contact with him once he went pro, you thought. "How have you been, Takeru? I'm surprised you remember me".

"I've been good! My uncle wasn't the only one who missed you Y/N san, I remember I really liked those checkerboard cookies you made for my uncle one time!"

"Oh how sweet, you missed my cookies?" You almost wanted to crack up, of all people to run into tonight, you least expected to get along and catch up with your ex's nephew.

Your brother interjected, "I remember Y/N got mad at me once for eating a few of them and threw a wooden spoon at me" he grinned, too proud at his failed attempted robbery.

"Oh dude, my uncle got so pissed at me that I ate all the cookies" Takeru pipes up, his voice getting caught between the bouts of laughter.

Your eyes grew wide, catching that infectious and juvenile energy from Haruto and Takeru as your own voice raised in volume.

"Wait!" you interrupted, "Did Tohr-! Did Oikawa san never eat my cookies?"

The two paused, catching that slip up in your sentence. You stared at them intensely, warning that they shouldn't comment on it, like throwing daggers in their direction.

"Ahh... Well... no." Takeru bursted out laughing along with Haruto. "He was really mad at me but honestly I thought he had some already! They were sitting there on his desk open and everything.

"Oikawa san told me the cookies were delicious? He really lied to me didn't he?" you half joked.

"Oh probably, he always tried to save face like that." He smirked.

"Takeru shut up already..." a low voice rumbled from the dark winter night, cutting the chit chat with an intense silence, despite the Seijoh team murmuring in the background.

A tall figure appeared from the crowd and stepped into the street light's range, making it clear who he was with every step forward.

Takeru, Haruto, and you stood extremely still, slowly taking in the man before you three: it was Tohru.

"Uncle!" Takeru shouted. Your face went white, wondering if it was really him and as if on cue, the one confirmation you needed presented itself...

"Yahoo Y/N san" he waved at you, seemingly unfazed by your presence. "What are you doing here?"

Turning your attention to the taller and broader Oikawa, you did your best to remain calm and collected.

"I came to see my little brother play in today's practice of course. The better question is why are you here?"

"I just landed in Japan about 4 hours ago... I had meant for this to be a surprise but it seems you caught me first before my friends. It can't be helped I guess." sheepishly grinning, like a criminal caught red handed.

"Uncle! You didn't say anything, why didn't you tell us?" Takeru looked annoyed but also gleeful, even if his tone and words sounded rough, the smile that plastered onto his face couldn't be more obvious.

Oikawa whipped around to look at Takeru, "I just said I wanted my visit to be a surprise, were you not listening?" His brows furrowed but his smile remained as big as ever, happy to see his beloved nephew.

You noticed he had a slight stubble, likely from his long flight; his physique changed quite a bit, going from lean and fit to muscular and powerful looking. That much you could tell despite all the layers of clothing. You wondered what sort of diet he had to be on to maintain that athletic prowess. You took a deep inhale of the icy air, stopping yourself before your mind wandered... elsewhere.

Luckily, all it took was your little brother's pubescent voice crack to grab your attention to the present moment instead of ogling Oikawa.

"Dude! Your uncle is Oikawa san? The one that plays for Argentina?" Haruto squeaked. "It's an honor to meet you sir!" his voice trembled, knowing he was a huge fan of your ex. Admittedly, you couldn't help but join your brother in watching Oikawa's games after hearing the rumors of him playing for a Latin American team from other alumni.

"Oh you don't have to be polite, I remember you Haruto" Oikawa sheepishly grinned, not expecting his ex's brother to be so formal. "I would have met up with you three sooner but I got caught up in a conversation with coach Irihata." he chuckled.

Your brother turned to you, whispering loudly:

"HE was your ex?? How do I not remember him??" his voice was shaking.

"I should be asking you about that airhead!" You teased him. "I knew you two met once".

"O-Oikawa san!" Haruto yelped, unable to bring down his excitement. "Could I ask-"

"Aoba Johsai!" Irihata's voice rang. "The bus is here! Let's go home". Oikawa looked back and smiled.

"Oh that brings me back"

Takeru and Haruto straightened out their backs and sighed. "I guess we gotta go now" Takeru said, "I want to stay and talk to you uncle!"

Oikawa raised his hand and placed it on Takeru's head, ruffling his short hair.

"You did good there, Takeru! Try working on your foot work some more so you can get a better timing for your approach. A setter is gonna do everything they can to accommodate but you gotta put in some work too. I'll see you later!"

"Sure unc! Bye!" He parted ways with you and Oikawa, your younger brother following suit, and ran along with their team to catch their bus. Their voices grew quieter the further they got.

"DUDE, you never said your uncle is Oikawa!?"

"You never asked?? Besides he's still..."

You were unable to catch what Takeru said but he was probably airing out Oikawa's dirty laundry once more. When you looked over at Oikawa, you swore you saw a vein pulse for a fraction of a second.

As the kids left, it was just you two standing there with the air growing a little awkward, unsure of how exactly to approach each other after so long.

"So..." you started. His eyes grew noticeably big, awaiting your next phrase with much anticipation.

"You wanna tell me why you lied about those cookies?" you playfully glared at him, a smile erupting across your face.

Oikawa's once tense shoulders dropped as soon as you uttered those words, laughing as he did, it seemed like he appreciated that playful nature you always had more than ever.

"Hmm I guess I gotta explain myself huh?" smirking, knowing that he was cornered. His 12 year secret was finally exposed to his ex and they demanded answers. "As expected of my ex~" he sighed defeatedly.

Why did that... make your heart skip a beat?

You tried not to think much of it, it's been less than an hour that you meet in such a long time and already you want to be greedy, you want to know more about him.

Quickly, you thought on your feet. "Oikawa san, are you busy?"

You couldn't tell from his face alone but something in his eyes dimmed a little when you addressed him by his family name.

You panicked internally, it's not like you had meant to put distance between the two of you, you just weren't sure where you stood with Oikawa, it's been over a decade since you two broke up... would he misinterpret something?

Were you being the weird one here? Wanting to have dinner with your ex and catch up? Has he changed?

Maybe YOU gravely misread the situation? Has he become more foreign in the sense that he's used to more physical responses like hugs or ... kisses on the cheek?

Your face started to grow red at the thought of introducing yourself to Oikawa so... forwardly, it just felt too... romantic for you, even when you saw other international volleyball teams greet each other this way, cultures and mannerisms that seemed like a huge offense here in Japan must be so normal for him now.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your mind, one that could hopefully bring back that shine in his eyes.

"Are you hungry? You wanna go eat at that ramen shop you used to love?" You smiled fondly. That ramen shop meant so much to him, it's where he and his team went after their games, win or lose.

The glimmer in his eyes returned, cocking his head and grinning at you, as if you read his mind.

"Oh I'd love that Y/N!" He chirped before putting his hand on his mouth, his eyes wide. "Ah could I call you that? Are we still on a first name basis?"

Your heart picked up, why is your face feeling hot again? Was he feeling the same? Or is he just more open now?

You mustered up and did the best to not let your excitement break through in your voice; you tried to assume this was purely platonic, there's no way you wanted your heart broken tonight or end up disappointed. You had to set your expectations low.

"Yes that's fine, as long as you're okay with that."

You two started to walk in the direction of the ramen shop, Oikawa suggesting first heading to the closest station and getting off a couple of stops closest, proud of himself for still remembering this city route and transportation.

"Y'know Y/N, you can call me Tohru. I really don't mind".

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Dinner was delicious, maybe it was the 10 hour work day that seasoned your ramen and Oikawa's long flight that gave the food much more flavor, punching you both with its savory and salty goodness.

Maybe it was because you two chatted as if nothing happened, both of you lightly acknowledging the break up while slurping up noodles and maybe that's all it took, just a good meal to lighten the mood of the topic.

You admitted to Oikawa that your little brother was a fan of his, despite him not connecting the dots earlier and realizing who Oikawa was.

You recounted a few plays of his where he set the ball in a few crucial moments that turned the tide of the game. How Oikawa's fierce serves still made you tremble, remembering the deafening sound of the ball as it slammed the gym floor. Before you knew it, you gained an understanding and appreciation for the sport, something Oikawa definitely noticed during the conversation.

Maybe it was how chatty he was now, recounting his stories and mishaps in Argentina, living abroad, the struggles of learning a foreign language and realizing that the language textbooks prepared him for nothing.

Meeting a former rival/underclassmen of his during his trip to Brazil out of the blue was probably his most memorable story by far. He seemed proud of the guy, recounting how badly he used to play in the one year they interacted with each other during matches now kicking ass in beach volleyball.

Oikawa seemed much more... content... and less tied down by his failures and shortcomings. He focused only on the good that happened in his life since graduating.

You felt that flame light up again, wondering if he was feeling the same. If he even had room in his heart for you to visit once again or if he was open to the idea.

During the conversation, it took you aback to find out he was single, only mentioning it to the shop owner after a few prodding questions about Oikawa and his love life became overbearing, interrupting the flow of his and your dinner. It didn't help that he paid for your meal as well as his, making it more incriminating the more you two denied that it was a date.

It was well past 10pm at this point but the two of you strolled by the neighborhood, taking in all the nostalgic sights and smells of the night, retelling stories from your guy's school days and growing up in different parts of the city.

You felt like Oikawa was enjoying himself, not caring that he's fighting against jet lag. You couldn't help but wonder and interpret this as him wanting to spend more time with you, as if he didn't want to go home yet and stalled for time.

The way he patted you or would touch your shoulder set you ablaze. Again, maybe it's just a culture difference and him living abroad made him more open to this type of affection but even when you two had dated before, he was never this outwardly affectionate and attentive. Was it him flirting and subtly wanting to be around you more? Is he just being friendly? Is this a new normal for him and not realize it?

It was then his voice lulled you out of your thoughts, pointing at a familiar park with a swing set. "Y/N you remember this place? Let's go, come on." Excitedly, he gestured for you to follow him and like a moth attracted to light, you followed the brilliant warmth of those embers.

As you sat down on the swing set, you chuckled to yourself, raising your hand to try to stifle the noise but unfortunately for you, Oikawa didn't let this go unnoticed.

"What's up Y/N?"

"Nothing! It's just.." you paused, trying to catch your breath. "I think this is where we came to hang out after our first date, right?"

Oikawa froze, pondering his surroundings before speaking. "Hey yeah, no wonder this seemed familiar." His face flushed a little as he swiftly turned to you, raising his hands up. "Pure coincidence! I promise!"

"Tohru you're fine. I don't really mind at all!" you reassured him. Something about this hangout seemed juvenile to you but not in a negative way. It was nostalgic but it also felt like you two were back in 2012, reliving your high school prime, imagining that you two had snuck out of your homes to meet up by a local park. Things you do only when you're dating someone.

"Y/N" Oikawa spoke calmly, contrary to his excitement just a few moments ago. "Thank you."

"...."

".... What for?" You were genuinely confused. Did you do something just now? You were freezing from the winds blowing over you two but you still felt a rush of blood running through you. The way the sound of your name came out of his mouth just now melted you.

He took a deep breath, leaning his head back like how he concentrates for his serves in between time outs.

"Thank you for being you."

Oh now he's done it. Your heartbeat had never pounded this loudly in your ears before until now.

"You weren't someone I was planning to see when I came back but I can't say I'm not happy that I did."

There was suddenly a twinge of guilt that struck you when he said that.

He continued, "I know we haven't spoken in years but I feel so happy that we're able to have a conversation like this, and even joke about it back at the ramen shop. I don't think I can say other people would be so willing to do the same. So thank you."

You bit your lip, feeling progressively worse and worse the more he voiced his appreciation for you.

You knew what it was that kept eating at you, you knew exactly what made you feel so guilty. But how would you tell Oikawa? How are you going to tell him without upsetting him? Did that memory still haunt him just as much as it did for you?

You felt so conflicted, you wanted to tell him how much you supported him on the sidelines, with each match he was in. You wanted to tell him so badly how much you missed him, almost giving in a few times to reach out to him and unblock him from social media.

But what message would that send to him? He was living in a different world, enjoying his time abroad and living his best life in a sport that greatly rewards him. Who were you to be a barrier to all that? These stupid selfish feelings kept reappearing from time to time, in between your other exes, wondering if Oikawa would ever take you back.

Just how-

"Y/N!" Oikawa raised his voice. You hadn't noticed it but he was no longer gently swinging himself on the swing next to you, he was crouched on one knee with his hand on your forearm. His other hand reached out into his coat and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to you. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

He sounded concerned, and honestly, with good reason: from his perspective, one minute he was having a conversation with an old friend and the next thing he knew, his ex hung their head and heard sniffling, watching tears fall and stain their work pants.

You had been overthinking, a habit that had a double edge. A habit that he was keen on spotting.

Taking the handkerchief, you wiped away the tears from your face before muttering out your next set of words.

"Tohru... I'm sorry" you whispered. "I feel like... everything you just said is undeserved."

He tilted his head to the side, curious about what you had meant.

"Undeserved in what way?"

"I just.. You've said so many good things about me and yet... I said nothing but horrible things to you years ago" Taking another deep breath, you continued. "I can't believe you don't resent me."

Oikawa's hand on your forearm grasped you firmly but gently enough to convey what he's feeling. He looked into your eyes and flashed you a bright smile.

"Y/N I don't resent you at all. I'm sorry that you've carried this burden all these years."

He shifted his weight, switching knees to lean on while the other one got the blood flowing again. His other hand hovered over your knee before finally resting it there, rubbing soft circles onto it.

"I'm sorry that I got upset whenever you told me to stop being so obsessed with volleyball. I'm really sorry that you had to date someone who couldn't love himself at the time. I assume that this is what you're talking about, yeah?" His voice was sincere, almost shaking as well.

You sniffled before you could respond, not wanting to risk some water running out of your nose in front of Oikawa.

"Yeah... I knew volleyball meant everything to you but maybe... maybe I could have said things more gently then"

"But you did Y/N, at least at first. I was the one who was too stubborn to realize how badly I was doing before realizing it was too late"

You thought back to the times Oikawa would rant to you about some Ushi guy or how he enjoyed seeing the fallen look on his underclassmen’s face after a tournament. It bothered you how often he would bring it up into conversations with you, constantly seeking validation and complaining to you when you two first dated, accumulating frustration until it wasn't bearable any longer.

Maybe your anger was justified.

But the physical cringe your body made when you thought back to that one day; the day you lashed out at him to quit volleyball.

You solemnly smiled, pushing yourself gently on the swing now. "I'm so happy you didn't listen to me then". You placed your hand on top of his, and to your surprise, he didn't retract or flinch.

You looked up at him, tears running down your face now. "Tohru, I'm so sorry I told you to quit all those years ago. I felt horrible knowing that had you listened to me, you would have lived a very different life."

The winds of coming rain clouds felt sharp against the moist parts of your eyes and cheeks but the tears wouldn't stop running. You had such a range of emotions hitting you all at one: guilt, sadness, pride, joy, relief, it all overwhelmed you.

It was just as shocking that your ex still held compassion for you, for reasons that you can only guess but you couldn't be certain.

Oikawa took a deep breath and stood up, taking your hand and gesturing for you to follow and as soon as you got up on your own two feet, he went in for the kill shot:

He wrapped his big arms around you, squeezing you until you squeaked, giggling at the sound. "Y/N you don't have to apologize for anything, it's alright."

"Tohru..." your arms slowly wrapped around him too, your hands grasping at the back of his coat as you let the tears fall some more as you hid your face in his shoulder. Partly because you were in such awe at what was happening and partly because of the cold.

"I never resented you Y/N", he continued. "When we broke up.. I never felt anger towards you. I was really mad at myself for losing you." His face gradually sunk into the crook of your neck, now hiding his own face.

"I had so many reasons to fly to Argentina and you were one of them.."

"Tohru..."

"I thought to myself, ' 'This worthless pride of mine has a price, I better make sure I do my damn best to come out on top'. I had nothing to lose after I lost you Y/N".

"I... Tohru" a sense of calm took over you, finally quelling that weight that was on your consciousness after 12 years. "That pride was never worthless you know" you reassured him. “It only made you resilient and stronger. You certainly proved me wrong.”

A gust of wind slashed through you two, almost knocking you over had it not been for Oikawa hugging you tighter. As much as you two knew a storm was coming, there was something... missing. There was something that you needed to tell him.

You felt something... wet ...

But it wasn't from the sky, no it was on your neck; a few drops of tears fell from his pretty face. From his sniffling, you knew that this man broke down; his breathing hitched and heaved in an irregular pattern and his nails began to dig into you.

You knew at that moment, the break up hurt him just as much as it did you. He cried as if he hadn’t opened up for years.

Actually, that was very likely the case.

"Tohru, it's alright" you patted him, doing your best to comfort him now. Similar to the times when he'd just cry to you after losing big matches. He would never admit it to most people but you knew Oikawa was an emotional mess, a huge crybaby for sure. It was something you found so endearing about him, something that you're weirdly glad hasn't changed after all these years. The way he opened up to you and a selected few made you feel so special. All these years later and he still had that trust in you? Your heart softened.

On reflex, you turned your head to plant a small kiss on his stubbly cheek and-

...

That's when you both froze; his breathing hitched and his grasp on your coat grew tighter; his squeezing making the synthetic material screech audibly.

Did that... That was muscle memory right?

Your heart picked up the pace, drumming loudly in your ears, your body temperature rising and those cold gusts of wind suddenly started to feel refreshing instead of prickly.

"Ah! Tohru!! That was.. It was a force of habit!" you panicked. It was like those years of dating charged head on, possessing your limbs and taking action, doing what felt right. What felt like second nature.

As you tried to push yourself away from Oikawa, to your surprise, he just held onto you tighter, bringing you closer towards him and offsetting your balance to where you practically had your weight in his arms and should he let go, you would be falling to the damp sand. You had no other choice but to surrender to your fate, your life was in his hands now, quite literally.

"I really missed you Y/N chan~. I never once forgot about you" he whispered, almost too afraid to declare it, to have his heart broken again but he dared take the risk. He sniffled a bit more all the while holding you in a sturdy lock; you couldn't see his face but you knew the man you never stopped loving was bawling his eyes out for you.

Recollecting yourself after processing all the events that lead to this very moment, you lifted a hand and started rubbing his scalp, something that was also reminiscent of your time together, something you remembered about Oikawa always looking forward to after dates or even when you would pass by him in the hallways during lunch period.

At this point, it was obvious that those embers you held onto for years burned brightly tonight, reigniting themselves at that first spark from when he first appeared from the shadows back at the gymnasium entrance.

The hand that was rubbing his scalp dropped slowly, cupping the side of his face, prompting Oikawa to raise his head and look you in the eyes. Maybe it was the tears or maybe it was a genuine light in his eyes when you held him in the palm of your hand, you know something just... synced in that moment.

You smiled softly, gliding your thumb over his icy cheek and wiping away a tear. Only that in doing so, it landed on your face, making you flinch.

"Pffft" Oikawa bursted into a fit of laughter, admiring your reaction. You followed suit; his laughter ringing in your ears and enveloping you. His breath escaped and dissipated into the cold night with each giggle he let out, mixing with yours.

As everything settled down, you brought his face closer to yours and without missing a beat, you spoke softly:

"Do you want to try again?"

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#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu #fic exchange #hq #hq x reader #hq x reader secret santa 24

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occasionallycoinpin · 5 months ago

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i need to know what that storyline for oc 110 was

i’ll be honest, i started writing it down, got distracted by other things, and then completely forgot about it until now

so i guess i’ll dump what i have right now, and finish it up later

occasionally coinpin 155

(collapsed for length)

(this is an m&l dream team riff so there’s a good amount of similarities bit whatev)

Premise:

Many years after the competitions end, a miraculous discovery! Leafy, while going through old messages to delete to save memory, finds an odd, unopened email from January 1st, 2012. As it turns out, Dream Island wasn’t destroyed all those years ago! It was simply relocated to a new part of the ocean, the robotic staff waiting ever so patiently for their new owner to claim her island. Leafy, ever the kind soul, invites everyone to Dream Island for a wonderful vacation!

As the BFDI crew will soon come to find out, there is a very literal reason the island is named DREAM Island.

The Arrival:

The charter ship arrives at the island rather precariously, so much so that Pin, observing the docking with her friends, falls off the ship and has her point stuck in the ground. While the robotic servants assist her, Coiny and the others must head along for the introduction tour.

Rather predictably, Coiny and Firey start feuding about something or other, which begins the first boss fight: Metal Firey (they had him eat a yoyleberry earlier to not burn down the ship).

- A tutorial fight for the basic mechanics, very simple as the only move Coiny has available is Jump.

- Done in a few hits + counterattacks.

The delay caused by the fight allows Pin to catch up with everyone else, and the welcoming festivities continue.

After a bit of exploring the Dreamscape Hotel, Coiny and Pin stumble upon a door which a robotic servant says simply leads to the basement. And indeed it does! Though the servant neglected to mention that there weren’t actually any stairs down, and the door simply led to an open chasm that the duo fall into. Time to find a way out.

The Discovery:

The basement is filled with crud you’d expect to see in a basement, as well as some basic enemies. The duo find the Hammers down here, an essential tool. As they descend further the basement starts looking less basement-like and starts looking more temple-like: the Dreamscape Hotel was built on top of the ruins of an ancient temple.

Deep in the temple, they find a wall mural of an ancient civilization seeking salvation in a figure that bears an awfully unsettling resemblance to Pin. But before the duo can dwell on this any longer, two Stone Pin statues come to life and attack!

- An exam fight for both using two characters at once as well as using the Hammers.

- The Stone Pins can only be Hammered at first, but if properly countered they will fall on their backs, allowing Jumps that deal critical hits.

After the fight, who else shows up but Golf Ball, immediately berating the duo for destroying such priceless archeological artifacts. She’s down here as she’s set up a Lab in the basement (because of course she did) and wanted to see what all the noise was about. The duo follow her back to the Lab.

The Dream World:

A small crowd has gathered in the Lab, curious as to what the ruckus was about. GB takes this opportunity to go into a lecture about a new phenomenon she’s discovered on the island: certain spots emanate a strange energy, one that she is currently researching located right in the middle of the Lab. Pin, not really paying attention, investigates the spot and nearly immediately passes out. GB, taking this as an insult to her lecture, goes on another rant, completely distracting her from the fact a portal has opened over the sleeping Pin.

Everyone in the crowd is surprised by this development, except for Pillow, who was seemingly expecting it. She hurriedly grabs Needle and jumps into the portal. Coiny, not one to stand by while his friend gets kidnapped, hurries in after them.

Coiny finds himself in Dreamy Dreamscape Hotel and soon meets up with Dreamy Pin, the embodiment of Pin’s mental self image. In battle, Dreamy Pin will augment Coiny, boosting his stats and enhancing his Jump and Hammer. After some exploration, the duo find Pillow and the now unconscious Needle, and a boss fight against Pillow begins.

- Pillow starts the fight by summoning a legion of False Dreamy Pins to surround her, which can both attack independently and assist Pillow with her own attacks.

- Partway through the fight, Pillow steals Coiny’s Hammer and disguises herself and the False Dreamy Pins as False Dreamy Coinys. She then proceeds to shuffle herself into the crowd, and the player must keep track of which one is Pillow. Jumping on the right one removes the disguises and returns the Hammer, while Jumping on a wrong one reveals it as a False Dreamy Pin and deals damage.

- After taking enough damage, Pillow flees the fight.

The Disaster:

Despite the fight, Pillow has enough energy left to enact her plan: she stabs Needle into the ground, creating a crack that spews a strange energy. Outside, in the Real World, the portal begins emitting this energy. Strange, dark crystals begin growing on some of the robotic servants, as well as a good amount of the BFDI crew, all throughout the island.

After the energy clears, Pillow takes Needle down into the hole she created, which closes up after them. Coiny and Dreamy Pin are dumbfounded, and, after breaking some of the dark crystal blocking the way, have no choice but to return to the Real World to reassess.

When Coiny returns out of the portal, and Pin awakens, GB can’t help but start asking a million questions about what had just happened. After one of the strange crystals formed in the Lab, GB attempted to harvest it to no avail before it mysteriously evaporated. After the duo fill her in, she deduces that the crystals must exist in the Real and Dream Worlds simultaneously, and while it is indestructible in the Real World, it is possible to break while in the Dream World. GB dubs this material Crystalized Somnolescent Energy, whereas Coiny purports the much more popular name Nightmarium.

Various objects start rushing into the Hotel, saying that more crystals are around and that anyone afflicted by them has fallen into a coma. By now, the duo’s mission is two-fold: find out where Pillow disappeared to, and destroy all of the Nightmarium that has grown across the island. While GB needs to stay in her Lab to perform more research, she produces the GB-Drone: a miniature drone that allows GB to communicate with the duo while they’re out and about. The duo set out to the closest location to the Hotel: the Fantasy Fairgrounds.

and that’s all i’ve got for now. if people seem to like this i’ll present more of the story in this fashion, and if not i’ll just dump the rest when it’s completely finished

#bfdi #coinpin #bfdi coiny #bfdi pin #coiny #coiny bfdi #pin #pin bfdi #bfb #bfdia #bfdi firey #firey bfdi #bfdi pillow #pillow bfdi

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stvolanis · 1 year ago

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All Dolled Up

PT. 1

PT. 2

PAIRINGS: Dads best friend! Perv! Elvis Presley x innocent OC

WARNINGS: THIS IS SHORTER BUT THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART IF THIS DOES WELL, age gap (OC is 18 and Elvis is in his early 40s), inaccurate time line probably, OC is innocent, pet names (baby, darlin)

NSFW WARNINGS:Elvis is a perv,corruption kink, he does dirty things with her panties, dacryphilia (if you squint), masturbating (Elvis), mentions of oral (m receiving). I promise the next one will be nastier guysss<3

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It was hot and humid and the air felt somehow heavy. Sweat dripped down Kim’s tanned skin, and her once white shirt was nearly see through. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, a few strands matted to her forehead as she raced around happily with her dogs. Her most favorite and cherished life forms, Dottie and Bonnie. A little toy poodle and a mastiff, yet they were best of friends.

Kim rolled around in the grass with her dogs, free of worries, even as he shirt turned to an ugly brown from the dirt and muddy spots. Dottie, the toy poodle, licked at her face feverishly as Kim pushed her head away with a contagious giggle.

The sunset was a beautiful purple, pink and orange-ish hue with no trace of clouds in sight. Kim lived on the Country side where everything was old fashioned. The men wore tailored pants and shirts tucked in, while the boys ran around in shorts and a home t-shirt. The women wore long skirts and modest floral shirts and the girls wore short skirts and dresses. Kim never could manage to fit in with the girls who’d hitch their skirt up at the sight of a nice looking man, and she didn’t really care to.

She lived with her father and older brother, who were both hard working men. Her mother had passed away when Kim was 7 from an overdose on Aspirin. Kims mother was never a happy woman. She was never satisfied with her marriage, her kids, or even the life that was dealt to her. If Kim was allowed to swear, she would definitely call her mother some nasty things. It was no surprise when her father had woken up to a dead body on the floor next to their shared bed. Even if she wasn’t the best mother, Kim was still saddened slightly.

Kims father wasn’t a strict man, but when it came to his daughter, he was. ‘No boys’ he’d say, as if any of the lousy boys the town had to offer caught Kims interest. ‘Posture’ he’d scold when they were out in public. Of course her father loved and cared for her, after all, she was his only daughter. Kim was hidden away from the town. her older brother, Marcus, tutored her at their home every day starting at 7 AM sharp and usually only lasted till 2 PM.

The girls she’d pass by during her long walks around town called her a freak. They thought she was weird for being home schooled, and she constantly had to endure stares because of it. The women were no better, either. ‘She’ll never become a woman’ they’d mutter. Or the most hurtful and recent, ‘she’ll end up just like that no good mother of hers’. And to that, Kim had felt her eyes water.

On her free time, Kim would hang out with the only friend she had. A tall, skinny boy named Robert. He didn’t have many friends either, so they decided to befriend each other during grade 6 and have been best friends ever since. Robert got along well with Kims older brother, as they held similar interests. Though nothing they talked about entertained Kim enough to not doze off.

“Kimberly!” Her father yelled out to her. Kim’s body snapped forward off the grass, startling her dogs who were laying with her. “Yes, father?” She asked as she got up and brushed the dirt off of her clothes. “Jesus, you’re a mess, didn’t I tell ya we had a guest comin’ later?” He scolded with furrowed brows as he ushered her into their wooden house.

Kim frowned. “‘M Sorry, I forgot. I’ll go shower.” She muttered as she looked down at her feet. Her father sighed. “It’s too late now, he’ll be here any minute.” He replied as he looked over at the grandfather clock. “Go fetch ya brother for me, won’t ya?” He asked.

Kim nodded her head with a smile as she trotted her way to her older brothers room, lightly knocking on the door. She could hear shuffling from behind the door before her brother opened it, revealing his trashed room. “Oh—what happened?” She asked as she peered over his shoulder.

“Quit bein’ nosy, missy.” Her brother said teasingly as he jutted her head away and closed the door behind him. Kim giggled. “It looks like one of the pigs ran through your room.” She teased. Marcus rolled his eyes. “Hush, I’ve just been too busy to clean lately.” He replied.

“Hm, I’ll help ya, if ya want?” Kim asked with a quirked brow as they made their way to the living room. “That’d be real nice of ya, Kim.” He replied with a smile. Kim nodded, smiling back at her older brother. One of her favorite, most understanding people. They’ve always been close, and she knew that if no one was ever gonna be there, he surely was.

Her brother was to serve in the military in 3 months, so she tried to make every last moments she has with him count before he’s shipped off to god knows where doing who knows what. It was a hard burden to carry for the both of them. Kim didn’t want Marcus to leave, and neither did he.

Elvis Presley felt his breath hitch in his throat as he watched her round the corner. “This is my son, Marcus.” Her father began, gesturing to Kim’s brother. “And this is my daughter, Kimberly.” He said with a wavering smile at his daughters messy state.

She stood at 5’3 in her grey socks, one pulled down lower than the other. Her short blue jeans had darker flowers engraved on the edges of them, and god, did they make her legs look amazing. Her shirt was see through, and Elvis could see her lacy pink bra she wore underneath if he squinted enough past the dirt and grime on it. Her small doe eyes peered up at him, a light hazel color paired with long eyelashes. She was slim, and tan from being out in the sun all day, and the freckles on her face proved it.

“Hi, sir. Nice to meet ya.” Kim said cheerfully as she extended her hand to Elvis. His lips felt dry before he licked them. “Elvis Presley, nice to meet ya too, darlin’.” He replied with a small smile and a firm nod, grasping her smaller hand in his large one. Her hands were soft, even though she worked outside in the barn all day, and Elvis reveled in it.

“Elvis will be staying with us for a week.” Her father stated. Kim raised a brow. “Whys that?” She asked. Marcus slapped the back of her head lightly. Kim furrowed her brows as she looked over at him. “Was just akin’.” She huffed out with an eye roll.

“Alright, y’all go on now, me n’ E.P gon’ talk for a while.” Kim’s father said with a boy-ish smile as he glanced at Elvis. The man chuckled in response and nodded his head as he watched Mike, Kim’s dad, walk into the kitchen.

Elvis pondered for a moment as he watched Kim skip away, probably back to her room. Her hair swayed along with her, and Elvis got a better view of her plump ass in her short jeans and Elvis fought the urge to let out a groan. She was so different compared to the women he seen daily that were throwing themselves at him. Kimberly was pure, innocent. Untouched. And oh, how Elvis wanted to be her first everything. He felt like a pervert thinking about his best friends daughter in such ways, but at the end of the day, he was just a man. A man with sick thoughts and a now growing boner he was trying to hide as he walked into the kitchen, his entwined hands covering his crotch area.

“Kim, do you know who that man is?!” Her older brother whisper-yelled. Kim pondered for a moment, trying to recall if she knew him before she shrugged. “That’s the Elvis Presley. He’s a famous musician. You’ve heard his music before, remember?” He said urgently as he dragged Kim into his room and to his record player.

Marcus began showing her various records, playing Kim a few. Kim was in awe, not only was the mystery man beautiful, but now he was no longer a mystery. From the songs her brother had shown her, she decided that ‘Love me, tender’ was her favorite one.

Kim felt his eyes burning through her at their first interaction. She watched him watch her through hooded eyes as they peered her whole figure from the tips of her toes to the last hair on her pretty head. He looked at her with something swirling in his dark eyes that no man, or boy, had ever looked at her with. Elvis looked like he wanted her. Needed her, even. And it made Kimberly’s stomach swirl with hot butterflies. It was a new feeling for her and it made her whole body jittery. She didn’t know how long she’d survive if he was staying at her home for an entire week.

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Night had fallen, and Kim was now in her silky night gown that was adorned with lace. It was a light purple color and it gleamed in the small light coming from the lamp that was stationed next to her bed. She sat reading a book, her reading glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as she peered down with pursed lips.

Her father and Elvis had left to the towns local bar and had been gone for a while. It was 12 AM now, and Kimberly yawned as she stretched her arms out but was startled as she heard a loud ‘thud’ come from the living room. Curiosity peeked her as she dragged herself out of the warmth of her bed. She tried to be as quiet as she could as she walked on her tip-toes to the living room, peering over the door as she watched Elvis help her drunk father up off of the ground with a chuckle.

Kim let out a sigh of relief before walking into the room. “I can help ya.” She said in a tired voice, her round glasses almost slipping off her slim nose before she slightly pushed them up. Elvis felt his mouth water at the sight of her. So small, and kind. “No need, honey, I got him.” He said with a smile as he began to lead Mike to his room.

Elvis rested Mike on his bed before he quietly shut his door. “I can get you a cot, if you’d like.” Kim muttered shyly as she peered up as Elvis through her glasses. He sucked in a breath as he peered down at her. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” He muttered.

Her face bloomed red at the nickname, and she felt her thighs rub together and the butterflies return it her stomach at his stare. This didn’t go unnoticed to Elvis. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” He said as he grasped her soft hand in his, leading her to her opened door.

They both walked in and Kim made herself comfortable in her bed and watched as Elvis looked around her room, but his eyes froze on a picture of her and Robert. “Boyfriend?” He asked lightly, but his eyes held something much more menacing. Kim softly shook her head. “No, he’s my best friend.” She said groggily as she laid down, her bear held tightly against her chest.

“Good, good.” Elvis said aloud. He didn’t get a response, instead he heard the light snores of the beauty resting on her bed. Elvis knew he shouldn’t have, but he began to look through her things. He started with her records, peering through and stopping as he seen one of his that her brother had let her have earlier. He dug through her draws before something off to the side caught his wandering eye.

A pile of clothes sat on the floor at the edge of Kimberly’s bed, the ones she had wore today, and at the top rested her cotton panties. Elvis felt his skin grow hot, and his breathing became heavy. He dragged himself to them as if he were in trance as he picked them up, shoving them quickly into his back pocket before he quietly left her room.

He wondered their house before he found their small restroom. He closed the door and locked it with his back resting against the wall as he dug out her panties. He felt dirty as he brought them up to his nose, inhaling them before letting out a groan. He could see where a wet patch had formed and he felt his slacks tighten painfully before he unzipped them, pulling down his boxers and letting his hard cock spring free.

Pre-cum dotted at the tip and Elvis rubbed it down his shaft, spitting onto his hand before tugging his cock a few times. Elvis suckled where the wat patch was on Kimberly’s panties feverishly as he tugged his hard cock harder, small whimpers passing his lips. He felt so nasty, so wrong doing this, but he couldn’t help it. He’d have her any way he could, even if it meant rubbing one out to her dirty panties.

He shifted the panties from his mouth to his aching cock, wrapping it around. He imagined it was her mouth, sucking him dry for everything he has. The way he’d tell her how to do it from her inexperience as she’d peer up at him through watered eyes, tears falling down her flushed cheeks. How good she’d be for him.

He groaned as he threw his head back as he pumped his cock faster with her panties fisted securely around it. Elvis panted as his breathing became uneven, and he could feel a knot forming in his lower stomach as his end was near. The older man wanted to be in her pussy so bad, but he knew he could never. After all, she was his best friends daughter. No matter how badly he wanted to fuck her and make her his, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Elvis clenched his eyes shut as he slapped his hand over his mouth, trying not to release a loud moan as his cum spurted from his cock. It landed on his shirt, and some went onto the floor beneath him. Elvis drug out his orgasm, whining at the slight overstimulation he brought upon himself.

The last though Elvis had was Kimberly on her knees beneath him with his cum painted on her face as he began to clean up. Guilt consumed Elvis when he’d finish, how could he do this? How vile and disgusting of him. She was barely 18, and Elvis was a grown man, but he couldn’t stop the way he felt about her.

His thoughts only lead to more darker things.

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All the writing I managed to do for Inotober'24

Alright, here it is! All the prompts that I managed to complete for #inotober'24. Sorry, it took a bit to get out. Normally I rawdog what I write, but I tend to type faster than I think to the point that there are too many typos to ignore.

Main account is @thrallath I figured, I'd use this one for my writing since the name I've used for my main account has always been for my drawings and videos. Anyway, I've almost always kept my drabbles to myself and about my OCs. It's been a hella long time since I've done any fan writing, so Enjoy! :)

NSFW stuff at the end! ;)

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There are two versions of Ino. One is an absolute slut and the other that's the king of the cinnamon rolls. Most of the prompts are about the latter and are surrounded by the idea of Ino having a shy (female-aligned) reader for a partner. It's more of an xReader fic broken up through drabbles.

Unfortunately, I didn't make it far enough for when y/n transforms into badass and I don't know if I'll get around to continuing it (writing isn't my main passion).

Synopsis:

Ino is a sweat pea, but he was definitely that awkward loud kid who scared everyone away. The kind that talked too much and got in people's personal space in the hopes of keeping someone's attention.

In y/n’s case, she was born with a powerful cursed technique, but because she was a girl, and her parents were poor all they cared about was selling her to the highest bidder. So she grew up very sheltered and in probably a lot of uncomfortable situations with suitors most of whom were probably way too old for her (yeah, we're going full edge with this one). That is until Nanami found her and with the help of Gojo was able to t̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶ convince her parents to let her try to become a sorcerer instead and if she succeeds she doesn’t have to get married. (Something something suspended disbelief for the plot because Gojo could probs just pay her parents off).

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1. Secret

Ino x Shy Reader

Takuma grew up without friends and tries to make up for it with his over-eagerness. He often hides his insecurities with his enthusiasm.

Imagine lil’Takuma belonging to the Ino clan. A humble newer clan that never picked up on the harsher traditions of jujutsu society.

So lil’Takuma gets written off by clans like the Kamos and Zenins because Ino’s are seen as softies, so he doesn't get to socialize with other sorcerer's kids.

Imagine lil’Takuma finally going to elementary school but is singled out as the weird kid for showing up late since his parents wanted to keep him home until his CT developed and wanted to make sure he used it responsibly.

So lil’Takuma tries really hard to change people's minds about him but just ends up talking too much, getting too close, or getting overly excited and blowing it whenever someone looks his way. He hides his disappointment every time someone tells him to leave.

But then imagine how ecstatic he is to finally get to Jujutsu High, so he can prove himself to the other sorcerers and is absolutely convinced that this time will be different! :D

But then imagine how upset he is when he finds out he’s the only 1st year because class sizes are hella small for sorcerers. :(

But then imagine how excited he gets when he finds out at the last minute that a new student would in fact be joining! :D

Of course, he makes all the same mistakes when he sees her.

Y/n is just so shy and timid because of her history with guys and she’s never really been left on her own before.

But Ino doesn't know that yet (Gojo forgot to give him the memo), so he doesn't realize that he's scaring her when he starts loudly approaching her and talking like they’re already bffs.

Their first encounter is even more terrifying when he notices her while in the middle of his training session, so all y/n sees is a masked man trying to chase her down because he's too excited to take his sheisty off.

And of course, lil’Takuma is a late bloomer because he never really got a chance to play with others so he’s still kinda childish by the time he goes to Jujutsu High. But also because his parents tried their absolute hardest to make sure he stayed a kid for as long as he could (they also probably spoiled the hell out of him due to the lack of friends).

So imagine y/n freaking out when Takuma suddenly grabs her hand and drags her to his dorm to “play” but she’s too afraid to speak up.

Then y/n is just dumbstruck when Takuma wasn't joking. He genuinely wanted her to come to his dorm to show off his Lego collection and he’s excitedly showing her all the cool things he's built.

Imagine Takuma managing to chip away part of the wall y/n had built around herself when she hesitantly chooses to sit on the floor next to him and starts putting something together.

Imagine that big dopy smile Takuma gets when he realizes that he’s making a friend instead of watching her run away from him.

Y/n becomes his little secret, a friend he gets to keep all to himself. He doesn't immediately tell her he's never had a friend before, so she slowly starts to rely on him to show him how friendship works.

Eventually, he tells her, and the two navigate their new lives together at the school. What he doesn't confess is the crush he ends up developing for his tiny friend later on.

2./24. Birthday/bookstore

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Y/n never celebrated her birthday before, unlike Takuma who was always spoiled by his parents and raised to believe that the birthdays of those you care about are a big deal. So of course he’s going to care about the birthday of his first and only friend.

But imagine y/n still being unsure about Takuma because she has so many years of trauma and Takuma lacks any tact around her.

So imagine y/n trying to hide so she can have some peace and quiet, but the boy has her on radar and always manages to find her hiding places because why wouldn’t best friends want to spend every minute together?

But then imagine how much more determined Takuma is to find her under a bunch of pillows in the school’s library after Gojo had told him it was her birthday.

Imagine the pouty face y/n gives Takuma for being caught again but he’s too dense to realize that she wasn’t playing hide and seek.

So Takuma starts dragging her out of her pillow fort because god damn it, they need to celebrate, and he’s had zero time to prepare! So Y/n is internally crying that another day of reading has just been sabotaged.

Then Y/n gets scared when he starts leading her off campus because she’s never been off of campus unsupervised before and with a boy her parents would no doubt be upset to see if they found out.

Only to be surprised yet again when she realizes that Takuma is incredibly perceptive when he wants to be.

Like how he notices how she's always reading these old books so he takes her to an antique bookstore and lets her run loose.

He doesn’t even pester her, he just patiently watches y/n enjoy herself even if she spends half the time doing what she’d normally be doing if he had just left her at the library.

Eventually, he has to quietly interrupt her because it’s getting late, but also because he has to take her to the bakery knowing that she is a lil sweet goblin given that she’s always grabbing extra dessert in the school cafeteria.

Again, the self-proclaimed dummy manages to chip away at Y/n’s wall and keeps warming her up to him.

3. Skateboard

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Takuma is trying to find ways to get y/n to break out of her shell, but also trying to show her more of his outdoor hobbies because she doesn’t get enough sunlight.

Imagine Takuma putting her on his skateboard and then taking her by her hands to pull her along slowly.

The way he finally gets to see her smile even if it was only for a brief moment and he gets all giddy because he’s finally starting to crack her.

How Takuma lets y/n try it on her own, but somehow she accidentally ends up launching his skateboard into the sunset.

How Takuma starts to panic not because he lost his board but because y/n looks like she's about to cry.

Y/n thinks she’s in trouble and that she’s finally gonna see Ino’s mean side and prove that he can be just as mean as the Zenins and other sorcerers.

And when Takuma starts pulling his mask down, y/n starts thinking she's about to get the beating of her life.

But instead, Takuma proves her wrong and he just takes y/n by the hands and skates her around using reiki to show her it’s okay.

(Further down I mention that y/n's CT is negating other 's CTs. It's always on, but in this instance, she can turn it off, because this is too cute of a scene to not imagine.)

Also, it’s just hella cute thinking about y/n standing on top of Takuma’s feet while he’s gliding around like a figure skater. (Plz someone write about this).

4. First

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Remember how I head-cannoned that Takuma was a late bloomer? Yeah, well he just realized that y/n is a girl. Yeah, he's always known but now he's just noticing it! He didn’t just have a best friend, but a best friend that’s also a girl and a pretty one too! He didn’t think it was possible given that all the girls would run away from him screaming in middle school, but y/n never did! Y/n just always stood by him (when she stopped hiding) and listened whenever he would ramble about his current fixation.

Granted he was too dense to realize that y/n was freaked out by him when they were first getting to know each other, but it had less to do with him being weird and more to do with her past.

Though y/n was probably hardcore judging Takuma as a certified freak given that he was an endless ray of sunshine and kindness when just about every other sorcerer she was exposed to were all like the Zenins.

As for listening to him, y/n was just too shy to speak up then, and eventually, she got used to his constant yapping.

It was almost impossible for this boy to not crush on his only friend! But oh my god what is going to do?! He’s never had these feelings before, and what would y/n think?! She’s since become his little shadow, but she still doesn’t talk much so it’s hard for him to get a read on her. But it’s killing him on the inside because he doesn’t want to mess things up!

Insert Takuma trying to do a bunch of lame and cheesy things, trying to look cool in front of her but he just comes off as weirder than usual. (Lil’Takuma has 0 rizz and 0 bitches. Yet. ;) )

But also on top of trying to act cool all the time he has like the world's worst poker face (because duh, he wears a mask half the time so why does he need to work on it?) so he’s inexplicably grinning like a dork whenever he looks at her or caught staring.

But all the extra eye contact makes y/n self-conscious and nervous because she doesn’t know why he’s always looking at him and acting strange.

So y/n finally calls him out. She hasn’t figured out why he’s acting different but, Takuma at least knows now that she likes his usual dorky self.

So Takuma gives up on the cool guy act, but he can’t help but try to impress her every now and again because hey, he wants to make sure her attention stays on him despite y/n already being put off by most guys.

Y/n doesn’t tell him yet, that he's one of the only people who makes her feel safe, or at least the only person where she feels that she can let her guard down. Y/n is starting to get a crush too, she just hasn't fallen as hard as Takuma yet.

5. Flowers

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

(This probably happens before the fourth prompt)

Imagine Takuma on yet another attempt to get y/n to break out of her shell by taking her to a public park to look at the flowers because she’s always spending time in the garden at the school, but uh-oh Takuma’s middle school bullies just happen to be there too.

Why does someone as strong as Takuma have bullies? Because damn it, Lil’Takuma was a good bean who doesn’t want to fight people weaker than him because he thinks that’ll make him a bully too.

So imagine when Yyn steps away, Takuma’s bullies notice him and make him feel like the world’s biggest loser and he's silently praying that y/n doesn’t see this out of fear of her looking down on him.

But y/n is seeing it! But she’s also too scared to speak up because guys are scary, so she just waits until the bullies leave.

But then she asks Takuma why he didn’t do anything when he could easily beat all of their asses and he tells her his logic.

Then Y/n kind has this lightbulb moment where she realizes that Takuma is a safe guy to be around and finally decides to fully trust him.

However, as they carry on about their day they run into his bullies again and they start picking on him for hAnGiNg OuT wItH a GiRl.

And while all of the bullies are focused on Takuma, y/n does the unthinkable when the timid girl chucks a rock at the ring leader's head!

Insert scooby-doo chase where the bullies want to beat the hell out of y/n and Takuma is trying to run after her too because he knows what will happen if they catch her.

Thankfully, she’s super quick and tiny so she easily manages to escape.

Eventually, the two end up finding each other again in a random bush.

Insert Takuma asking why she’d put herself in danger like that and y/n explains that because she’s weaker it’s okay for her to fight them as it wouldn’t make her into a bully.

The two have some flawed logic, but they're both so innocent and sweet as they try to figure out what doing the right thing is.

Then Takuma has his own lightbulb moment when he realizes that the y/nn, who’s afraid of even the smallest of curses isn't as helpless as he thought.

It was a big concern that y/n didn't have it in her to be a sorcerer, but now Takuma is convinced that the others were wrong.

Y/n does have what it takes to not just be a sorcerer, but one of the good ones too, because she proved that she can be brave if it means helping others. The two of them just gotta figure out how to get her to act like that on missions.

Even better though, it means that Takuma has higher hopes that she won’t end up dropping out of school so that means he doesn't have to worry about losing her!

8. Childhood

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Sort of an a/u idea in which the Ino clan was one of the first clans y/n’s parents went to to try and sell her off for marriage. I kinda imagine that the reason y/n is so sought after is because her CT makes her a living Inverted Spear of Heaven. Any technique or use of cursed energy within an arm's length around her is just automatically disabled. But to stop her from being OP, the downside is that she also can’t manipulate cursed energy or use RCT. She can’t reinforce her body with CE to be stronger, faster, etc. She’ll only ever be as tough as the average m̶o̶n̶k̶e̶y̶ human. So she’s definitely getting her ass kicked the second someone above her weight class comes rolling into the club.

They were both around the age of six when they first met before y/n became shy after being thrown at so many men. Just she and Ino were left to hang out while the adults talked. Of course, the two automatically clicked they were sheltered kids and never met another person their age with a CT before.

Y/n was new to this because she was born into a family of normal people and Ino had just gotten his CT and was eager to share it.

Cue those two running all over the courtyard as Takuma shows y/n all the cool stuff he can do and y/n is losing her mind as he skates around using Reiki and then summons a goddamn dragon.

But then y/n gets jealous because her technique isn’t flashy at all, she’s just stuck making things “boring” while all the cool stuff happens around her.

But then imagine what happens when Ino face plants as Reiki gets deactivated because he got too close to y/n.

A moment of silence and y/n panics because she thinks she hurt him. But then he lifts his face from the dirt and starts laughing.

Que all the chaos that they try to create when Ino thinks her CT would be the funniest thing ever to prank others with.

So these two goobers start trying to convince other members of Takuma’s family to think they all have broken CTs but everyone already knows who y/n is and the two are just really bad at hiding their laughter.

But then it’s time for y/n to leave and the two are absolutely heartbroken despite only knowing each other for a few hours.

Of course, Takuma’s parents would turn down the idea of buying anyone and an arranged marriage. They love their little boy too much to do that to him and unlike the other clans, they actually have morally good standards.

But on the other hand the two end up separated.

News spreads about y/n's CT and the bidding war begins with the Zenins being the highest and now they're just waiting until she’s old enough to marry.

Y/n ends up being miserable, closes herself off, and hating her technique.

Takuma goes back to being the friendless weird kid and they just slowly forget about each other.

Until they meet again years later and after months of getting to know the other one of them vaguely starts to remember that this isn’t their first time meeting.

Perhaps they're looking through some of Ino's old photos and they just happened to stumble across a picture taken by a relative of the two playing together.

Insert the two losing their minds when they both finally remember.

Random (For all the prompts I didn't have time for/couldn't think of something)

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

-Imagine y/n being so sheltered because of her parents that she just gets easily impressed with whatever Ino is trying to show her.

-And of course, it’s a big ego boost to Ino because someone is listening to him and thinks he’s like the smartest and toughest guy out there even though he’s kind of a dummy.

-But y/n is the real smarty pants because she needs to do good in school to avoid getting married so Ino just gets super proud of her when she surpasses him academically (not that it was hard for her to do.)

He definitely uses her to help study and copy notes from

-They just became each other’s biggest cheerleaders. Y/n wants Ino to become a first-grade sorcerer just as badly as he does, and Ino doesn't want to lose his bestist buddy if she were to fail.

-Eventually y/n finds herself thanks to Ino and ends up being as big of a goofball as him.

-Watch them magically share a single brain cell and only ever lock in if they’re on an important mission.

If they’re not laughing together then they're laughing at each other.

That one scene where Ino is trying to show off to Megumi and Nanami lectures him about it? Yeah, y/n is totally snickering in the background because “oooooh he got in trouble~”

-But heaven forbid someone other than them is laughing at the other. Someone is picking on Ino? Y/n is going bulldog mode and vice versa, yet somehow they struggle to stick up for themselves.

-He is the absolute neediest man on the planet, one paper cut and he’s running to y/n acting like he’s been shot and begging for her to take care of him.

-Or if he just wants attention, he’s throwing himself in y/n’s lap and sighing dramatically. He gets more persistent the longer she ignores him.

Yeah, that book y/n was reading? Well, now Ino is using it as a pillow to look straight up at her and pout.

Y/n doing some kind of craft? Well, he’s taking y/n's hand and placing it on his head for scritches.

-Alternatively, he’s gonna act like a big tough guy on missions to impress y/n even though they both know he’s Baby behind closed doors.

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-Y/n has no idea how many times Takuma has hidden an awkward boner because of her. He was always such a gentleman when they were just friends, and of course, he didn't want to scare her away.

The internal panic he had whenever she got too close to finding out because she accidentally bumped into him.

There's probably been at least one instance where he's pushed y/n away to save her from an embarrassing moment and then had to endure y/n going off on him because he couldn't tell her why he shoved her.

-But now that they’re together he’s absolutely shameless when he gets one and they’re alone.

Will probably text her whenever he gets one (even the random boners) not because he's necessarily horny at the moment, but just because he knows it'll annoy her.

Other times he's so down bad he's begging for any sliver of help she'll give him.

-You can’t tell me that the man with a built-in slip-in-slide power doesn’t use reiki as lube. (Honestly surprised I haven’t seen someone say this yet.)

-Ino looks like the type of dude to just casually keep his hand down the front of his pants all the time when he’s at home. He ain’t even doing anything, he’s just casually holding the goods.

No matter how many times y/n tells Ino that after 21 years his dick still hasn’t gone away, he keeps doing it anyways.

-Ino 100% bought one of those clone-a-willy kits and gifted y/n with it thinking it was the greatest idea he’s ever had.

The idea was for y/n to use it whenever they're separated for long periods because of missions. Either she was still healing from a prior mission, or he had to go on one that was deemed too dangerous for her. Otherwise, they do almost all missions together.

-Ino gets super offended and acts like y/n had just kicked him down the stairs if she doesn’t use it.

He’s definitely asked y/n to send videos of her using it whenever he’s away for long missions.

-However, watch him try to back out of it and take his words back whenever y/n suggests using it on him. She just wiggles it in front of him and he starts running.

But y/n is insistent that if she can handle his cock all the time then why can't he? He finally backs down and agrees to try it (plz I need someone to write this too, it would be so fucking funny).

-Kitchen sex? Hell yes. This man is snick snaking while frick fracking. If y/n is cooking and he’s feeling horny, then Ino is running to hug her from behind and start working her until she’s feeling it too. All the while, this man is reaching over y/n to nibble at whatever she’s making. Hydration breaks are important, but why waste time taking a break when you can hydrate on the clock?

Honestly, Ino probably hovers in the kitchen regardless to be y/n's taste tester.

-Obligatory man has the stamina of a rabbit/thinks pussy counts as a legitimate meal. There isn’t a single surface in their shared apartment where Ino hasn’t taken y/n on.

-This man is always cooking up some new over-the-top scheme to get into y/n’s pants. No, he can’t just simply ask, this goober is strutting into the living room in just his underwear while y/n is trying to watch the news. Without a word, he’s dropping himself on y/n’s lap and dancing his heart out like the slut that he is.

Normally, I'd imagine that Ino likes to stay covered up and prefers his clothes to be baggy and comfortable.

However, he probably walks around the apartment in the nude far more often than he normally would if he were single. If only because he's trying to get a reaction out of y/n.

If she yells at him to put some clothes on, then he's achieved his mission. If she starts trying to jump his bones, even better.

-That being said, he's still the king of consent. Because his mamma didn’t raise no heathen, and because Nanami respects boundaries too.

-Watch how clumsy Takuma suddenly becomes when y/n sends him a single text that reads “I’m wet” and he’s sprinting back home, falling up the stairs, and tripping over every single thing in the apartment to the bedroom.

Again, Ino is either a slut or a goober. At any given time he can act like he's the bedroom expert, but then suddenly turn into a stumbling mess if y/n catches him off guard.

Most often though, I can imagine him and y/n having a lot of very passionate sessions one moment, and then the second someone says or does something slightly off they start laughing like a pair of clowns.

Wouldn't be surprised if theirs been at least a couple of times where they've gotten so derailed with the jokes that they almost forgot to finish what they started.

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